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Then summon’d, would the cry for the police No more to learn or hide: I know no fear,
And have within these very walls men who
You stand high with the state; what passes here Have fled--unless by many an hour before
Will not excite her too great curiosity : Suspicion woke? I sought and fathom'd you- Keep your own secret, keep a steady eye, Doubring if you were false or feeble; I
Sur not, and speak not ;-leave the rest to me: Perceived you were the latter; and yet so
We must have no third babblers thrust between us. Confiding have I found you, that I doubted
(Erit ULRIS. At times your weakness.
Am I awake? are these my father's balls ?
who have ever
I must be speedy, or more will be shed-
The Hungarian's !--Ulric-he hath partisans,
I might have guess'd as much. Oh fool' The devil you cannot lay, between us. This Wolves prowl in company. He hath the key Is time for union and for action, not
(As I too) of the opposite door which leads For family disputes. While you were tortured Into the lurret. Now then! or once more Could I be cam? Think you that I have heard To be the father of fresh crimes-no less This fellow's tale without some feeling? you
Than of the criminal! Ho! Gabor! Gabor! Have taught me feeling for you and myself ;
(Exit into the turret, closing the door after him. For whom or what else did you ever teach it?
The Interior of the Turret.
GABOR and SIEGENDORF.
SIEGENDORF. To listen to him! Who proclaim'd to me
I-Siegendorf! Take these, and Ay' That there were crimes made venial by the occasion ? Lose not a moment! That passion was our nature ? that the goods
(Tears off a diamond star and other jewels, an! Of heaven waited on the goods of fortune ?
thrusts them into Gabor's hand. Who show'd me his humanity secured
GABOR. By his nerves only? Who deprived me of
What am I to do All power to vindicate myself and race
With these? In open day? By his disgrace which stamp'd (It might be) bastardy on me, and on
Whate'er you will: sell them, or hoard, Himself-a felon's brand! The man who is
And prosper; but delay not-or you are lost!
You pledged your honour for my safety!
SIEGENDORF. With right or wrong, and now must only ponder
Must thus redeem it. Fly! I am not master,
Is it even so ?
You sought this fatal interview!
SIEGENDORF. I have plunged our enemy. You kindled first
By the same path I enter’d?
Yes; that's safe stil: Let us have done with that which cankers life
But loiter not in Prague ;-you do not know
With whom you have to deal.
Is it strange
Leave that unto me.
He hath clear'd the staircase. Ah! I hear of your domains: a thousand, ay, ten thousand
The foresters! of the tower, in a drooping posture. With whom the Hungarian found you first at Frank Enter Ulric, with olhers armed, and with weapons
fort ? drawn,
Yes-men-who are worthy of the name! Go tell Despatch!-he's there !
Your senators that they look well to Prague;
Their feast of peace was early for the times;
You here, sir !
Enter JosEPHINE and Ida.
What is 't we hear? My Siegendorf'
SIEGEN DORF. 'T was as I said, the wretch hath stript my father
Yes, dear father! (Exeunt all but SIEGENDORF and ULRIC.
No, no; I have no children: never more
Call me by that worst name of parent.
Means my good lord ?
That you have given birth
To a demon!
IDA (taking Ulric's hand).
Who shall dare say this of Ulric?
Ida, beware! there's blood upon that hand.
IDA (stooping to kiss it). My fullest, freest aid.
I'd kiss it off, though it were mine!
It is so!
(Exit ULRIC. Stop! I command-entreat-implore! Oh, Ulric ! Will you then leave me?
Oh, great God!
And I have loved this man!
[Ida falls senseless—JOSEPHINE stands speechless
The wretch hath slain A wretch to profit by our ruin! No, count,
Them both !-my Josephine! we are now alone! Henceforth you have no son!
Would we had ever been so !--All is over
For me!-Now open wide, my sire, thy grave;
I never had one; Thy curse hath dug it deeper for thy son And would you ne'er had borne the useless name! In mine !—The race of Siegendorf is past !
The Deformed Transformed;
I love, or at the least, I loved you: nothing,
Save you, in nature, can love aught like me.
Yes, I nursed theo was also taken—and partly on the “Faust” of the great Because thou wert my first-born, and I knew not Goethe. The present publication contains the first two If there would be another unlike thee, Parts only, and the opening chorus of the third. The That monstrous sport of nature. But get hence, rest may perhaps appear hereafter.
And gather wood!
Spirits, Soldiers, Citizens of Rome, Priests,
I will: but when I bring it,
As is the hedgehog's
(ARNOLD begins to cut wood: in doing this he
wounds one of his hands.
No kind-nor made like other creatures, or
Would aid his likeness! If I must partake
(Arnold goes to a spring, and scoops to wash
his hand: he sturts back.
My horrid shadow-like a demon placed
(He pauses And shall I live on,
I was born so, mother!
Would that I had been so, And never seen the light!
I would so too!
A burthen to the earth, myself, and shame
Unless you keep company
Society), you can't tell how he approaches;
And for his aspect, look upon the fountain, On earth, to which I will restore at once
And then on me, and judge which of us twain This hateful compound of her atonis, and
Looks likest what the boors believe to bo
Their cloven-footed terror.
Do you dare your
Were I to taunt a buffalo with this
Cloven foot of thine, or the switt dromedary
Would revel in the compliment. And yet
Now 't is set, Both beings are more swift, more strong, more mighty And I can fall upon it. Yet one glance
In action and endurance than invself, On the fair day, which sees no foul thing like
And all the fierce and fair of the same kind
With thee. Thy form is natural: 't was only
The gists which are of others upon man.
ARNOLD. The falling leaves my monument; the murmur
Give me the strength then of the buffalo's fool, of the near fountain my sole elegy.
When he spurns high the dust, beholding his
Near enemy; or let me have the long
his eye is suddenly caughi by the fountain, The helmless dromedary :—and I 'll bear
which seems in motion. The fountain moves without a wind: but shall
Thy fiendish sarcasm with a saintly patience.
ARNOLD (with surprise).
Thou canst ? And rocking power of the internal world.
STRANGER. What's here? A mist! no more?-
Perhaps. Would you aught else! [A cloud comes from the fountain. He stands
Thou mockest ine.
Not I. Why should I mock
What all are mocking? That's poor sport, methinks.
To talk to thee in human language (for
Thou canst not yet speak mine), the forester
Hunts not the wretched coney, but the boar,
Or wolf, or lion, leaving paltry game
To petty burghers, who leave once a-year
Their walls, to fill their household caldrons with
Such scullion prey. The meanest gibe at thee, –
Now I can mock the mightiest.
Then waste not To which you please, without much wrong to either. But come : you wish to kill yourself;—pursue
Thy time on me: I seek thee not. Your purpose.
Are not far from me. Do not send me back :
I am not so easily recall'd to do
ARNOLD Be interrupted? If I be the devil
What wilt thou do for me? You deem, a single moment would have made you
STRANGER, Mine, and for ever, by your suicide;
Change And yet my coming saves you.
Shapes with you, if you will, since yours so irks you; ARNOLD.
Or form you to your wish in any shape.
I said not
Nought else would wittingly wear mine.
Such his desire is, [Pointing to ARNOLD.
Such my command!
Demons who wore
The form of the Stoic
Or Sophist of yore-
Or the shape of each victor,
From Macedon's boy
To each high Roman's picture, To look like other men, and now you pause
Who breathed to destroy
Shadows of beauty!
Shadows of power!
Up to your duty-
This is the hour!
(Various Phantoms arise from the waters, anel What soul,
pass in succession before the Stranger and
What do I see?
The black-eyed Roman, with Must it be sign'd in blood ?
The eagle's beak between those eyes which ne'er
Beheld a conqueror, or look'd along
His, and all theirs who heir'd his very name.
The phantom 's bald; my quest is beauty. Could I
Inherit but his fame with his defects ! But I'll be moderate with you, for I sce
STRANGER. Great things within you. You shall have no bond
His brow was girt with laurels more than hairs. But your own will, no contract save your deeds.
You see his aspect-choose it or reject.
I can but promise you his form ; his fame
Must be long sought and fought for.
I will fight too.
But not as a mock Cæsar. Let him pass;
His aspect may be fair, but suits me not.
Then you are far more difficult to please
For what? Than Cato's sister, or than Brutus' mother,
Or Cleupatra at sixteen--an age
When love is not less in the eye than heart.
But be it so! Shadow, pass on!
[T'he Phantom of Julius Cæsar disappears. Take it all.
And can it
Be, that the man who shook the earth is gone
And left no footstep?
There you err. His substanca
Left graves enough, and woes enough, and fame
More than enough to track his memory;
But for his shadow, 't is no more than yours,
Except a little longer and less crooked
['the sun. Behold another !
(A second Phantom passen
Who is he?
He was the fairest and the bravest of
Athenians. Look upon him weli.
More lovely than the last. How beautiful!
RTRANGER. I This is a well-known German superstition-a gigantic eta low produced by reflection on the Brocken.
Such was the curled son of Clinias ;-Woulast thau