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Upon my fame vanish in idle thought,
Lisander ! father! lord !
Enter LISANDER and LIVIA.
O my daughter; what?
A man go forth from my apartment now?-
A man bere!
Have you not seen him ?
I saw him.
"Tis impossible; the doors Which led to this apartment were all locked.
My master's in the right.
Oh, would it were Delusion! but I fear some greater ill. I feel as if out of my bleeding bosom My heart was torn in fragments; aye, Some mortal spell is wrought against my frame; So potent was the charm, that had not God Shielded
humble innocence from wrong, I should have sought my sorrow and my
shame With willing steps.—Livia, quick, bring my cloak, For I must seek refuge from these extremes Even in the temple of the highest God Which secretly the faithful worship.
JUSTINA (putting on her cloak).
In this, as in a shroud of snow, may I Quench the consuming fire in which I burn, Wasting away!
And I will go with thee.
When I once see them safe out of the house,
So do I confide In thy just favour, Heaven!
Let us go
Thine is the cause, great God! Turn, for my
sake And for thine own, mercifully to me!
FROM THE FAUST OF GOETHE.
PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN.
The LORD and the Host of Hearen.
Enter Three Archangels.
Amid the rival spheres of Heaven,
With thunder speed: the Angels even Draw strength from gazing on its glance,
Though none its meaning fathom may ;The world's unwithered countenance
Is bright as at creation's day.
And swift and swift, with rapid lightness,
The adorned Earth spins silently, Alternating Elysian brightness
With deep and dreadful night; the sea Foams in broad billows from the deep
Up to the rocks; and rocks and ocean, Onward, with spheres which never sleep,
Are hurried in eternal motion.
And tempests in contention roar
From land to sea, from sea to land; And, raging, weave a chain of power
Which girds the earth as with a band. A flashing desolation there
Flames before the thunder's way; But thy servants, Lord, revere
The gentle changes of thy day.
CHORUS OF THE THREE.
The Angels draw strength from thy glance,
Though no one comprehend thee may Thy world's unwithered countenance
Is bright as on creation's day.*