Is that my wife?-And is it thus at length, Cold is that breast, where virtue from above Pray ye, entomb me with her! Zaph. Then take, ye Powers, then take your conquests back; Zaphimri never can survive— Zamti. [Raising himself.] I charge thee, live: A base desertion of the public weal Can ne'er become a king.-Alas! my son(By that dear tender name, if once again Zamti may call thee)-tears will have their way! Forgive this flood of tenderness: my heart Melts even now! Thou noble youth, this is The only interview we e'er shall have. Zaph. And will ye then, inexorable powers, Will ye then tear him from my aching heart! Zamti. The moral duties of the private man Are grafted in thy soul-Oh! still remember The mean immutable of happiness, Or in the vale of life, or on a throne, Tremble in agony-his eye-balls glare!— Zaph. Is there no help to save so dear a life? Zamti. It is too late-I die-alas! I die! Life harassed out, pursued with barbarous art, Through every trembling joint-now fails at once! Zaphimri-oh! farewell!-I shall not see The glories of thy reign.-Hamet!-my sonThou good young man, farewell!—Mandane, yes, My soul with pleasure takes her flight, that thus Faithful in death, I leave these cold remains Near thy dear honoured clay. [Dies. Zaph. And art thou gone, Thou best of men?-Then must Zaphimri pine In ever-during grief, since thou art lost; Since that firm patriot, whose parental care Should raise, should guide, should animate my virtues, Lies there a breathless corse. Hamet. My liege, forbear: Live for your people; madness and despair Zaph. Thy woes, indeed, Are deep, thou pious youth-yes, I will live, A nation's grief, when such a pair expires. SCENE I-An avenue leading to a Gothic castle. Enter GREY and First Knight. Grey. A MESSENGER dispatched by lady Salisbury! Knt. And, in the specious guise he wore, had Unquestioned, had not I, in happy season, Grey. Say Knt. Straight to repair To Marlborough; where now, as fame reports, Us near. Our vigilance be doubly firm. [Erit Knt. [Reads.] The countess of Salisbury, to her illustrious friend, the lord de Warren. 'I have lost my husband-Me and my lands 'lord Raymond claims, as by royal grant assigned 'to him. He has banished my train, encompass'ed me with his creatures, and holds me a pri soner in my own castle. If the memory of thy 'noble friend be dear to thee, haste and rescue 'the afflicted ELA.' How near was Raymond's hope, the beauteous hope He tended with unceasing care; how near I hate those motleyed characters; Something, I know not what, 'twixt good and ill, Grey. That care be mine. Henceforward it For me-That day, saith he, that happy day, concerns VOL. I. Which sees the countess mine, shall amply pay 5 E Ray. But now I cast me at the fair one's feet; Pleaded my passion with whatever arts Might best the gentle purpose aid; but she, Instead of such return as I might hope, Repaid me with an eye of cold contempt. Of her late gallant lord she spoke; his merits In opposition hateful placed to mine. Urged then with recollection of her wrongs, Like the loud torrent, with steep winter rains O'ercharged, in all the loose, ungoverned sway Of wrath and indignation, she assailed me. Grey. And did any lord, in this unseemly fa- Hear all with equal temper? Waked he not Ray. Thou know'st not what it is vere se Ray. Silence at first, When she your suit rejected, then, perforce, Ray. Ungracious is the love reluctance yields; Grey. In brief, would you partake thelady's bed? Of thee demand no trivial recompence. Ray. My better angel interposed. ear Were this but whispered in our Henry's ear Ray. What's to be done? Grey. 'Tis critical, and must be managed But see, with Eleanor the countess comes; SCENE II. Then tears; bright drops, like May-morn dews, Enter LADY SALISBURY, LORD WILLIAM, and that fall From the sweet blossomed thorn. Back in her chair She sunk-Oh! had you seen her then, dis- In all the soft, the lovely languishment Grey. O shame to manhood! suits Such weakness with our hopes? Ray. She must, she must, Yes, Grey, she must be mine-and yet-yet fain ELEANOR. No generous hand to vindicate my wrongs? Oh Salisbury! Salisbury! Why, if yet thou liv'st Fond hope! he lives not, else with speed of thought Would he repair to his afflicted Ela. Ele. Why, dearest lady, will you yield you up A prey to purposed sorrow? Time is fruitful; And the next hour, perhaps, may bring thee comfort. Lady Sal. Day after day I have watched the joyless hours: Night after night, when some fleet courier, sent Before perchance, or letter, fraught with sweet Assurance of his safety, might appear; Five tedious moons have passed since first were told The dismal tidings; no fleet courier, sent Ele. Ah! suffer not the leaden hand of cold Despair thus weigh thee down; I yet have hope. Lady Sal. Away with hope, away! No, no; full loud, As I remember, and outrageous blew Ele. Heaven visit her affliction, and bestow Lady Sal. No, Eleanor; no more shall he Shall trophies, won by many a gallant deed, Lord Wil. Mother, why do you speak so? you make me sad. Lady Sal. It is too soon, my child, for thee to know What sadness is. Lord Wil. Will not my father come home soon? Eleanor told me he would: she would not tell a lie. Lady Sal. No, love. Lord Wil. Then he will come. Lady Sal. Go, lovely prattler, seek thy toys; go, go. Lord Wil. I will, good mother; but dont be sad, or I shall be so too. [Exit. Lady Sal. Sweet state of childhood! unallayed with cares; Serene as spring-tide morn, new-welcomed up Ele. Cease, Cease, lady, to afflict thee: Raymond may, His mind if he accost thee, speak him gently. With every grosser stuff; a goodly flower, Grey. The mind, the exalted soul thou nam'st, is his. Lives there a youth more gentle of condition, Lady Sal. Sweet innocence! I fear he will In fair accomplishments more graced, admi I know not in fair England one with him Lady Sal. Is then the star, the peerless star, That late was gazed on, quite obscured? What though He may have set, hath he not left a train me; Were he of all the wealth possessed from where The East Indian bids the sun good-morrow, to where The Atlantic, in her wide-extended lap, And swallow me within her lowest prison! Grey. For pity's sake yet soften; for, Oh! sure My people? where the freedom that I late ed [Exit. Lady Sal. What meant he, Eleanor ?—I will be heard! Ele. Alas! I know not: but a soul he hath, Prompt and alert to acts of desperate thinking, Hardly thou art beset; O lady, lend An ear to what thy Eleanor would counsel. Chance, Is this the fair accomplished, this the gentle Mean time, that comes or soon or late to all, youth? Must I recal to mind-Came he not, then, To thee may come with unexpected succour. Lady Sal. Sincerity, Thou, spotless as the snowy-vested hill! Forgive me, if, by lawless power constrained, I turn this once from thy long-trodden path; It must be so And broke in on my sorrows? Like a spoiler Oh, Salisbury! Salisbury! thou lamented shade; Exalted: hover o'er me: and, as thou [Exeunt. |