If thou beliest not heav'n-quick, do thy work! Por. Split, my heart, At this sad sight! Flor. Stand off! thou'rt an accomplice Madam, it was your morning's gracious pleasure I should attend you. May I hope your pardon, If I anticipate Coun. Ha! Who art thou? Flor. Have you forgot me, lady? Is full. A head, distract as mine, can hold Flor. No more of this. Time has abundant For holy meditation. Nor have years Traç'd such deep admonition on your cheek, Coun. Prayer Can do no more: its efficacy lost [Wildly. What must be, must be soon-He will return. Flor. He is return'd, your son-have you not seen him? Coun. Would I had never! Flor. Come, this is too much. This villainous monk has stepp'd 'twixt you and nature; And misreported of the noblest gentleman That treads on Christian ground-Are you a mother? Are legends dearer to you than your son? This was the dæmon prompted it-avaunt! She leads the dæmon-see! they spread the couch! No, I will perish with my Narbonne-Oh! My strength, my reason fail-darkness surrounds me! To-morrow! never will to-morrow come! Let me die here! [Sinks on a bench. Flor. This is too much for art, Chill damps sit on her brow: her pulse replies not. Ben. No; 'tis fictitious all-'twas I inspir'd The horrors she has been so kind to utter At my suggestion. Flor. That insulting sneer Speaks more the devil than if thy words were serious. Be her distraction counterfeit or real, Coun. Is death then past! my brain Beats not its wonted tempest-in the gravé There is peace then! Flor. Her agony abates. Look up, and view your friends. Coun. Alas! I fear me, This is life still!-am I not in my castle? The dying groan, and sin's despairing accent. Flor. I shudder, listen, pity, and respect thee! Coun. Resolve my anxious heart. Though vagrant pleasure, Th' ebriety of youth, and, worse than passion, Flor. A soldier's honour is his virtue. Gown men Wear it for show, and barter it for gold, Coun. I do believe thee. Thus my Narbonne thought. Then hear me, child of honour! Canst thou cherish Unblemish'd innocence? wilt thou protect it? Wilt thou observe its wand'rings? call it back, Of Gallia's proudest baron shall endow her. Coun. Ha! dost thou recoil? Dost thou not love her? Flor. I love Adeliza! Lady, recal thy wand'ring memory. Coun. Dost thou reject her? and has hope beguil'd me In this sad only moment? Hast thou dar'd Flor. Most rever'd of matrons! Conn. What o him? Flor. Is Adeliza's lord; her wedded bridegroom. Coun. Confusion! phrenzy! blast me, all ye furies! Edmund and Adeliza! when! where! how! Did reason reassume its shatter'd throne, The maiden to his wishes? Coun. Did I not couple Distinctions horrible! plan unnatural rites To grace my funeral pile, and meet the furies More innocent than those I leave behind me! Flor. Amazement !-I will hasten--grant, ye pow'rs! My speed be not too late! Coun. Globe of the world, [Exit. Ye are my children !---Edmund, loose that hand; 'Tis poison to thy soul!-hell has no venom Like a child's touch!--oh! agonizing thought! ---Who made this marriage? whose unhallow'd breath Pronounc'd th' incestuous sounds! Edm. Incest! good heavens! Coun. Yes, thou devoted victim! let thy blood Curdle to stone! perdition circumvents thee! Lo! where this monster stands! thy mother! mistress! The mother of thy daughter, sister, wife! phrenzy. So black must be the passions that inspir'd it, I shudder for thee! pitying duty shudders! Coun. For me!--Ö Edmund, I have burst the bond sprung, Unknowing half the miseries that await thee! Ha! dare I pray! for others intercede! But for a moment give me leave, despair! In all its warmest colours-but the morn, Edm. What is to come! Shield me, ye gracious pow'rs, from my own thoughts! My dreadful apprehensions! Coun. Give it scope ! Thou canst not harbour a foreboding thought More dire, than I conceiv'd, I executed. Guilt rush'd into my soul--my fancy saw thee Thy father's image-- Edm. Swallow th' accursed sound! Nor dare to say Coun. Yes, thou polluted son! Grief, disappointment, opportunity, Rais'd such a tumult in my madding blood, I took the damsel's place; and while thy arms Twined, to thy thinking, round another's waist, Hear, hell, and tremble!-thou didst clasp thy mother! Edm. Oh! execrable! [ADELIZA faints. Coun. Be that swoon eternal ! Nor let her know the rest--she is thy daughter, Fruit of that monstrous night! Edm. Infernal woman! [Draws his dagger. My dagger must repay a tale like this. Blood so distemper'd-no--I must not strike--I dare not punish what you dar'd commit. Coun. [Seeing the dagger.] Give me the steel -my arm will not recoil. Thus, Edmund, I revenge thee! [Stabs herself. Edm. Help! hoa! help! For both I tremble, dare not succour either! Coun. Peace! and conceal our shame-quick, frame some legend They come! SCENE VII. Countess, EDMUND, ADELIZA, FLORIAN, BENEDICT, Attendants. Coun. Assist the maid-an accident[They bear off Adeliza. By my own hand-ha! Benedict !-but no! Flor. I dare not ask; But stiffen'd with amazement I deplore Edm. O tender friend! I must not violate Thy guiltless ear!-ha! 'tis my father calls! I dare not see him! Flor. Be compos'd, my lord, We are all your friends [Wildly. Edm. Have I no kindred here? They will confound all friendship! interweave Such monstrous union Flor. Good my lord, resume Your wonted reason. Let us in and comfort Your gentle bride Edm. Forbid it, all ye pow'rs! O Florian, bear her to the holy sisters. [Exeunt. COMUS. A MASK, BY MILTON. PROLOGUE, AT A REVIVAL. OUR stedfast Bard, to his own genius true, Scorning the judgment of a trifling age, Beheld, and made what it beheld his own. Such Milton was: 'tis ours to bring him forth, And yours to vindicate neglected worth. Such heav'n-taught numbers should be more than read, More wide the manna through the nation spread. Like some bless'd spirit he to-night descends, Mankind he visits, and their steps befriends; Through mazy error's dark perplexing wood Points out the path of true and real good, Warns erring youth, and guards the spotless maid From spell of magic vice, by reason's aid. Attend the strains; and should some meaner phrase Hang on the style and clog the nobler lays, Great objects only strike the gen'rous heart; SCENE I-Dicovers a wild Wood, ACT I. The first Attendant Spirit enters. BEFORE the starry threshold of Jove's court My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live inspher'd In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth, and with low-thoughted care Confin'd and pester'd in this pinfold here To such my errand is; and but for such Its beamy point? Some messenger from Jove The second Attendant Spirit descends. 2 Spi. On no appointed task thou seest me And gives them leave to wear their sapphire crowns, And wield their little tridents; but this isle, 2 Spi. Does any danger threat his legal sway From bold sedition or close-ambush'd treason? 1 Spi. No danger thence; but to his lofty seat, Which borders on the verge of this wild vale, The nodding horror of whose shady brows 2 Spi. What peril can their innocence assail Within these lonely and unpeopled shades? 1 Spi. Attend my words. No place but harbours danger; In ev'ry region virtue finds a foe. 2 Spi. Ill-omen'd birth to Virtue and her sons! 1 Spi. He, ripe and frolic of his full-grown age, Roving the Celtic and Iberian fields, At last betakes him to this ominous wood, | Off'ring to every weary traveller To quench the drought of Phoebus; which as they taste, (For most do taste through fond intemp'rate thirst) |