Count. That was a fearful face I saw! Mord. Forget it. Count. Mord. Count. Let us consult the mirror once again. [Other Shadows appear. Heaven! 'tis herself, my love, my dear, dear Inez ! She will be mine. After Love's fears and pains, The god sits crowned with roses! What are they? Your children. Both? How fair! no lily fairer. See, with what matron smiles the mother bends, Mine? mine? all mine? O, Fate, why did I swear Hate everlasting to thee? I abjure My rashness at thy feet. Mord. Had you not better Count. Dip once again in the dark lottery? Perhaps this spring may change. But see-what comes? [The Shadows alter. A thin shape comes: 'tis like myself; so like, This phantom never lived. Mord. Count. Mord. Be still! You must not talk To that which ne'er was flesh. Unto my ears Confide your transports: We may talk together; Who is the vision? Speak! Count. Mord. It is your son. Count. Mord. Count. Forbid it, Heaven! Sickness or want hath struck Do you pray to me? I had forgot: methought the thing was real. I said not she was false: she is most true. Mord. Count. O, my fast friend! Count. Mord. Count. And what dishonour could not, DEATH has struck! Stand up, Count! What, fall at the first word? (He turns his back on me). Mord. You need but change your-livery, Count. You've served one thankless king in camps and councils, Have got hard knocks, no rank, and little pay; Have been dishonoured!-What else need be said? Push him aside, and choose a better master. Count (pauses). Umph!-he must be a king. Count. A great one. Mord. He is a king more vast and terrible Count. Mord. Count. Mord. Count. Mord. Count. Mord. Than any one whose cannon shakes the world. He hath huge hosts, wide realms, and such a power : Fate cannot awe him: Death is sworn his slave :- Hu-sh! You've guessed well. Hark! his name— [whispers. Avaunt! What art thou? Who art thou? (They are brave bloodhounds), and will soon be here. But they've racks, which change men's humours. Turn your red eyeballs from me-O, 'tis fable, Black, base, unfounded, false-what else? what else? Yet, if it be,-and I can save them thus-? [A noise is heard at a distance. Mord. No matter; let it come :-I shake like fear! Count. The word! what word? Speak on. [Voices are heard without. They're at the door. Say thus: " I give my soul—” Mord. Officer (without). Open the doors, Mord. In the name of the most Holy Inquisition! may choose, You still Life, love, and wealth? or the rack and scaffold? Quick! Officer (without). Burst through the doors! [The doors are broken open, and Officers, &c. of the Inquisition enter. Ho! seize upon him.-Ha! My lord of Ortiz?-Sir, Count Melchior heard And sent us here to save you. Raise him up! Now, where's your foe? Seize on him! A Voice laughs. Ha, ha, ha! Officer. I hear a horrid voice, but nothing see. Spread yourselves out, and search the vaults with care. Count (faintly). 'Tis vain :-he's gone! Wherefore he came, or who he is, or was Officer. We do not ask: Our master bade us say Wise, good, and gentle, as a great man should be. Bring me before him: I will try to thank him. I'd go,--but cannot. Voice laughs again. Ha, ha! Officer. Lean on me. Count. Now let us haste: Methinks strange sin and horror Come, let us go: to the Count's house, my lord ? Which was (and must once more be) my sweet home! NANCIE IRVING. O, KEN ye lovely Nancie, Of Annan's fairy water; O, ken ye lovely Nancie, John Irving's youngest daughter? She's peerless when she speaks, When silent she's a shiner, There's sorcery in her song, O were I but the light Of the morning to awake her, In the glory of her Maker. A. |