Upon my fame vanish in idle thought, Livia! Enter LISANDER and LIVIA. LISANDER. O my daughter; what? LIVIA. What? JUSTINA. Saw you A man go forth from my apartment now? I scarce sustain myself! 'Tis impossible; the doors Which led to this apartment were all locked. LIVIA (aside). I dare say it was Moscon whom she saw, For he was locked up in my room. LISANDER. It must Have been some image of thy phantasy. My master's in the right. LIVIA. JUSTINA. Oh, would it were Delusion! but I fear some greater ill. Some mortal spell is wrought against my frame; I should have sought my sorrow and my shame Here. LIVIA. 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! LISANDER. And I will go with thee. LIVIA. When I once see them safe out of the house, I shall breathe freely. JUSTINA. So do I confide In thy just favour, Heaven! LISANDER. Let us go. JUSTINA. Thine is the cause, great God! Turn, for my sake And for thine own, mercifully to me! SCENES FROM THE FAUST OF GOETHE. PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. The LORD and the Host of Heaven. Enter Three Archangels. RAPHAEL. THE sun makes music as of old With thunder speed: the Angels even GABRIEL. And swift and swift, with rapid lightness, With deep and dreadful night; the sea MICHAEL. And tempests in contention roar Flames before the thunder's way; CHORUS OF THE THREE. The Angels draw strength from thy glance, *RAPHAEL. The sun sounds, according to ancient custom, Fulfils with a step of thunder. Its countenance gives the Angels strength, The incredible high works Are excellent as at the first day. GABRIEL. And swift, and inconceivably swift The adornment of earth winds itself round, And exchanges Paradise-clearness With deep dreadful night. The sea foams in broad waves From its deep bottom up to the rocks, And rocks and sea are torn on together In the eternal swift course of the spheres. MICHAEL. And storms roar in emulation From sea to land, from land to sea, And make, raging, a chain |