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+CALDERON'S DRAMAS.
+
+
+
+THE WONDER-WORKING MAGICIAN
+
+
+
+NOW FIRST TRANSLATED FULLY FROM THE SPANISH IN THE METRE
+OF THE ORIGINAL.
+
+BY
+
+DENIS FLORENCE MAC-CARTHY.
+
+
+
+LONDON:  HENRY S. KING & CO.,
+65 CORNHILL, AND 12, PATERNOSTER ROW.
+1873.
+
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION.
+
+Two of the dramas contained in this volume are the most celebrated of
+all Calderon's writings.  The first, "La Vida es Sueno", has been
+translated into many languages and performed with success on almost
+every stage in Europe but that of England.  So late as the winter of
+1866-7, in a Russian version, it drew crowded houses to the great
+theatre of Moscow; while a few years earlier, as if to give a signal
+proof of the reality of its title, and that Life was indeed a Dream,
+the Queen of Sweden expired in the theatre of Stockholm during the
+performance of "La Vida es Sueno".  In England the play has been much
+studied for its literary value and the exceeding beauty and lyrical
+sweetness of some passages; but with the exception of a version by
+John Oxenford published in "The Monthly Magazine" for 1842, which
+being in blank verse does not represent the form of the original, no
+complete translation into English has been attempted.  Some scenes
+translated with considerable elegance in the metre of the original
+were published by Archbishop Trench in 1856; but these comprised only
+a portion of the graver division of the drama.  The present version
+of the entire play has been made with the advantages which the
+author's long experience in the study and interpretation of Calderon
+has enabled him to apply to this master-piece of the great Spanish
+poet.  All the forms of verse have been preserved; while the
+closeness of the translation may be inferred from the fact, that not
+only the whole play but every speech and fragment of a speech are
+represented in English in the exact number of lines of the original,
+without the sacrifice, it is to be hoped, of one important idea.
+
+A note by Hartzenbusch in the last edition of the drama published at
+Madrid (1872), tells that "La Vida es Sueno", is founded on a story
+which turns out to be substantially the same as that with which
+English students are familiar as the foundation of the famous
+Induction to the "Taming of the Shrew".  Calderon found it however in
+a different work from that in which Shakespeare met with it, or
+rather his predecessor, the anonymous author of "The Taming of a
+Shrew", whose work supplied to Shakespeare the materials of his own
+comedy.
+
+On this subject Malone thus writes.  "The circumstance on which the
+Induction to the anonymous play, as well as to the present Comedy
+[Shakespeare's "Taming of the Shrew"], is founded, is related (as
+Langbaine has observed) by Heuterus, "Rerum Burgund." lib. iv.  The
+earliest English original of this story in prose that I have met with
+is the following, which is found in Goulart's "Admirable and
+Memorable Histories", translated by E. Grimstone, quarto, 1607; but
+this tale (which Goulart translated from Heuterus) had undoubtedly
+appeared in English, in some other shape, before 1594:
+
+"Philip called the good Duke of Burgundy, in the memory of our
+ancestors, being at Bruxelles with his Court, and walking one night
+after supper through the streets, accompanied by some of his
+favourites, he found lying upon the stones a certaine artisan that
+was very dronke, and that slept soundly.  It pleased the prince in
+this artisan to make trial of the vanity of our life, whereof he had
+before discoursed with his familiar friends.  He therefore caused
+this sleeper to be taken up, and carried into his palace; he commands
+him to be layed in one of the richest beds; a riche night cap to be
+given him; his foule shirt to be taken off, and to have another put
+on him of fine holland.  When as this dronkard had digested his wine,
+and began to awake, behold there comes about his bed Pages and
+Groomes of the Duke's Chamber, who drawe the curteines, make many
+courtesies, and being bare-headed, aske him if it please him to rise,
+and what apparell it would please him to put on that day.  They bring
+him rich apparell.  This new Monsieur amazed at such courtesie, and
+doubting whether he dreamt or waked, suffered himselfe to be drest,
+and led out of the chamber.  There came noblemen which saluted him
+with all honour, and conduct him to the Masse, where with great
+ceremonie they give him the booke of the Gospell, and the Pixe to
+kisse, as they did usually to the Duke.  From the Masse they bring
+him back unto the pallace; he washes his hands, and sittes down at
+the table well furnished.  After dinner, the Great Chamberlain
+commands cards to be brought with a great summe of money.  This Duke
+in imagination playes with the chief of the Court.  Then they carry
+him to walke in the gardein, and to hunt the hare, and to hawke.
+They bring him back into the pallace, where he sups in state.
+Candles being light the musitions begin to play; and the tables taken
+away, the gentlemen and gentlewomen fell to dancing.  Then they
+played a pleasant comedie, after which followed a Banket, whereat
+they had presently store of Ipocras and pretious wine, with all sorts
+of confitures, to this prince of the new impression; so as he was
+dronke, and fell soundlie asleepe.  Hereupon the Duke commanded that
+he should be disrobed of all his riche attire.  He was put into his
+old ragges, and carried into the same place, where he had been found
+the night before; where he spent that night.  Being awake in the
+morning, he began to remember what had happened before; he knewe not
+whether it were true indeede, or a dream that had troubled his
+braine.  But in the end, after many discourses, he concludes that ALL
+WAS BUT A DREAME that had happened unto him; and so entertained his
+wife, his children, and his neighbours, without any other
+apprehension."
+
+It is curious to find that the same anecdote which formed the
+Induction to the original "Taming of a Shrew", and which, from a
+comic point of view, Shakespeare so wonderfully developed in his own
+comedy, Calderon invested with such solemn and sublime dignity in "La
+Vida es Sueno".  He found it, as Senor Hartzenbusch points out in the
+edition of 1872 already quoted, in the very amusing "Viage
+Entretenido" of Augustin de Rojas, which was first published in 1603.
+Hartzenbusch refers to the modern edition of Rojas, Madrid, 1793,
+tomo I, pp. 261, 262, 263, but in a copy of the Lerida edition of
+1615, in my own possession, I find the anecdote at folios 118, 119,
+120.  There are some slight differences between the version of Rojas
+and that of Goulart, but the incidents and the persons are the same.
+The conclusion to which the artizan arrived at, in the version of
+Goulart, that all had been a dream, is expressed more strongly by the
+Duke himself in the story as told by Rojas.
+
+"Y dijo entonces el Duque:  'veis aqui, amigos, "Lo que es el Mundo:
+Todo es un Sueno", pues esto verdaderamente ha pasado por este, como
+habeis visto, y le parece que lo ha sonado.'" --
+
+The story in all probability came originally from the East.  Mr. Lane
+in his translation of the Thousand and One Nights gives a very
+interesting narrative which he believes to be founded on an
+historical fact in which Haroun Al Raschid plays the part of the good
+Duke of Burgundy, and Abu-l-Hasan the original of Christopher Sly.
+The gravity of the treatment and certain incidents in this Oriental
+story recall more strongly Calderon's drama than the Induction to the
+"Taming of the Shrew".  "La Vida es Sueno" was first published either
+at the end of 1635 or beginning of 1636.
+
+The "Aprobacion" for its publication along with eleven other dramas
+(not nine as Archbishop Trench has stated), was signed on the 6th of
+November in the former year by the official licenser, Juan Bautista
+de Sossa.  The volume was edited by the poet's brother, Don Joseph
+Calderon.  So scarce has this first authorised collection of any of
+Calderon's dramas become, that a Spanish writer Don Vicente Garcia de
+la Huerta, in his "Teatro Espanol" (Parte Segunda, tomo 3o), denies
+the existence of this volume of 1635, and states that it did not
+appear until 1640.  As if to corroborate this view, Barrera in his
+"Catalogo del Teatro antiguo Espanol" gives the date 1640 to the
+"Primera parte de comedias de Calderon" edited by his brother Joseph.
+
+There can be no doubt, however, that the volume appeared in 1635 or
+1636 as stated.  In 1637 Don Joseph Calderon published the "Second
+Part" of his brother's dramas containing like the former volume
+twelve plays.*  In his dedication of this volume to D. Rodrigo de
+Mendoza, Joseph Calderon expressly alludes to the First Part of his
+brother's comedies which he had "printed."  "En la primera Parte,
+Excellentissimo Senor, de las comedias que imprimi de Don Pedro
+Calderon de La Barca, mi hermano," etc.  This of course settles the
+fact of the prior publication of the first Part.  It is singular,
+however, to find that the most famous of all Calderon's dramas should
+have been frequently ascribed to Lope de Vega.  So late as 1857 it is
+given in an Italian version by Giovanni La Cecilia, under the title
+of "La Vita e un Sogno", as a drama of Lope de Vega, with the date
+1628.  This of course is a mistake, but Senor Hartzenbusch, who makes
+no allusion to this circumstance, admits that two dramas of Lope de
+Vega, which it is presumed preceded the composition of Calderon's
+play turn on very nearly the same incidents as those of "La Vida es
+Sueno".  These are "Lo que ha de ser", and "Barlan y Josafa".  He
+gives a passage from each of these dramas which seem to be the germ
+of the fine lament of Sigismund, which the reader will find
+translated in the present volume.
+
+[footnote] *In the library of the British Museum there is a fine copy
+of this "Segunda Parte de Comedias de Don Pedro Calderon de la Barca"
+Madrid, 1637.  Mr. Ticknor mentions (1863) that he too had a copy of
+this interesting volume.
+
+Senor Hartzenbusch, in the edition of Calderon's "La Vida es Sueno",
+already referred to (Madrid, 1872), prints the passages from Lope de
+Vega's two dramas, but in neither of them, he justly remarks, can we
+find anything that at all corresponds to this "grandioso caracter de
+Segismundo."
+
+The second drama in this volume, "The Wonderful Magician", is perhaps
+better known to poetical students in England than even the first,
+from the spirited fragment Shelley has left us in his "Scenes from
+Calderon."  The preoccupation of a subject by a great master throws
+immense difficulties in the way of any one who ventures to follow in
+the same path:  but as Shelley allowed himself great licence in his
+versification, and either from carelessness or an imperfect knowledge
+of Spanish is occasionally unfaithful to the meaning of his author,
+it may be hoped in my own version that strict fidelity both as to the
+form as well as substance of the original may be some compensation
+for the absence of those higher poetical harmonies to which many of
+my readers will have been accustomed.
+
+"El Magico Prodigioso" appeared for the first time in the same volume
+as "La Vida es Sueno", prepared for publication in 1635 by Don Joseph
+Calderon.  The translation is comprised in the same number of lines
+as the original, and all the preceding remarks on "Life is a Dream",
+whether in reference to the period of the first publication of the
+drama in Spain, or the principles I kept in view while attempting
+this version may be applied to it.  As in the Case of "Life is a
+Dream", "The Wonderful Magician" has previously been translated
+entire by an English writer, ("Justina", by J.H. 1848); but as
+Archbishop Trench truly observes, "the writer did not possess that
+command of the resources of the English language, which none more
+than Calderon requires."
+
+The Legend on which Calderon founded "El Magico Prodigioso" will be
+found in Surius, "De probatis Sanctorum historiis", t. V. (Col. Agr.
+1574), p. 351:  "Vita et Martyrium SS. Cypriani et Justinae, autore
+Simeone Metaphraste", and in Chapter cxlii, of the "Legenda Aurea" of
+Jacobus de Voragine "De Sancta Justina virgine".
+
+The martyrdom of the Saints took place in the year 290, and their
+festival is celebrated by the Church on the 26th of September.
+
+Mr. Ticknor in his History of Spanish Literature, 1863, volume ii. p.
+369, says that the Wonder-working Magician is founded on "the same
+legend on which Milman has founded his 'Martyr of Antioch.'"  This is
+a mistake of the learned writer.  "The Martyr of Antioch" is founded
+not on the history of St. Justina but of Saint Margaret, as Milman
+himself expressly states.  Chapter xciii., "De Sancta Margareta", in
+the "Legenda Aurea" of Jacobus de Voragine contains her story.
+
+The third translation in this volume is that of "The Purgatory of St.
+Patrick".  This, though perhaps not so famous as the two preceding
+dramas, is intended to be given by Don P. De la Escosura, in a
+selection of Calderon's finest "comedias", now being edited by him
+for the Spanish Academy, as the representative piece of its class --
+namely, the mystical drama founded on the lives of Saints.  Mr.
+Ticknor prefers it to the more celebrated "Devotion of the Cross,"
+and says that it "is commonly ranked among the best religious plays
+of the Spanish theatre in the seventeenth century."
+
+In all that relates to the famous cave known through the middle ages
+as the "Purgatory of Saint Patrick", as well as the Story of Luis
+Enius -- the Owain Miles of Ancient English poetry -- Calderon was
+entirely indebted to the little volume published at Madrid, in 1627,
+by Juan Perez de Montalvan, entitled "Vida y Purgatorio de San
+Patricio".  This singular work met with immense success.  It went
+through innumerable editions, and continues to be reprinted in Spain
+as a chap-book, down to the present day.  I have the fifth impression
+"improved and enlarged by the author himself," Madrid, 1628, the year
+after its first appearance:  also a later edition, Madrid, 1664.  As
+early as 1637 a French translation appeared at Brussels by "F. A. S.
+Chartreux, a Bruxelles."  In 1642 a second French translation was
+published at Troyes, by "R. P. Francois Bouillon, de l'Ordre de S.
+Francois, et Bachelier de Theologie."  Mr. Thomas Wright in his
+"Essay on St. Patrick's Purgatory," London, 1844, makes the singular
+mistake of supposing that Bouillon's "Histoire de la Vie et
+Purgatoire de S. Patrice" was founded on the drama of Calderon, it
+being simply a translation of Montalvan's "Vida y Purgatorio," from
+which, like itself, Calderon's play was derived.  Among other
+translations of Montalvan's work may be mentioned one in Dutch
+(Brussels, 1668) and one in Portuguese (Lisbon, 1738).  It was also
+translated into German and Italian, but I find no mention of an
+English version.  For this reason I have thought that a few extracts
+might be interesting, as showing how closely Calderon adhered even to
+the language of his predecessor.
+
+In all that relates to the Purgatory, Montalvan's work is itself
+chiefly compiled from the "Florilegium Insulae Sanctorum, seu vitae
+et Actae sanctorum Hiberniae," Paris, 1624, fol.  This work, which
+has now become scarce, was written by Thomas Messingham an Irish
+priest, the Superior of the Irish Seminary in Paris.  No complete
+English version appears to have been made of it, but a small tract in
+English containing everything in the original work that referred to
+St. Patrick's Purgatory was published at Paris in 1718.  As this
+tract is perhaps more scarce than even the Florilegium itself, the
+account of the Purgatory as given by Messingham from the MS. of Henry
+of Saltrey is reprinted in the notes to this drama in the quaint
+language of the anonymous translator.  Of this tract, "printed at
+Paris in 1718" without the name of author, publisher or printer, I
+have not been able to trace another copy.  In other points of
+interest connected with Calderon's drama, particularly to the
+clearing up of the difficulty hitherto felt as to the confused list
+of authorities at the end, the reader is also referred to the notes.
+
+The present version of "The Purgatory of Saint Patrick" is, with the
+exception of a few unimportant lines, an entirely new translation.
+It is made with the utmost care, imitating all the measures and
+contained, like the two preceding dramas, in the exact number of
+lines of the original.  One passage of the translation which I
+published in 1853 is retained in the notes, as a tribute of respect
+to the memory of the late John Rutter Chorley, it having been
+mentioned with praise by that eminent Spanish scholar in an elaborate
+review of my earlier translations from Calderon, which appeared in
+the "Athenaeum", Nov. 19 and Nov. 26, 1853.
+
+It only remains to add that the text I have followed is that of
+Hartzenbusch in his edition of Calderon's Comedias, Madrid, 1856
+("Biblioteca de Autores Espanoles").  His arrangement of the scenes
+has been followed throughout, thus enabling the reader in a moment to
+verify for himself the exactness of the translation by a reference to
+the original, a crucial test which I rather invite than decline.
+
+CLAPHAM PARK, Easter, 1873.
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+
+THE
+
+WONDER-WORKING MAGICIAN.
+
+
+TO THE MEMORY OF
+SHELLEY,
+WHOSE ADMIRATION FOR
+"THE LIGHT AND ODOUR OF THE FLOWERY AND STARRY AUTOS"
+IS THE HIGHEST TRIBUTE TO THE BEAUTY OF
+CALDERON'S POETRY,
+
+THIS DRAMA
+IS INSCRIBED.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+
+PERSONS.
+
+
+CYPRIAN.
+THE DEMON.
+LELIUS, The Governor of Antioch's Son.
+FLORUS, friend of Lelius.
+MOSCON, Servant of Cyprian.
+CLARIN, Servant of Cyprian.
+THE GOVERNOR OF ANTIOCH.
+FABIUS, his Servant.
+LYSANDER, the reputed Father of Justina.
+JUSTINA.
+LIVIA, her Maid.
+A Servant.
+A Soldier.
+ATTENDANTS, Soldiers, People.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE -- Antioch and its environs.
+
+
+THE WONDER-WORKING MAGICIAN.
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+ACT THE FIRST.
+
+SCENE I.
+
+A WOOD NEAR ANTIOCH.
+
+Enter CYPPRIAN in a Student's gown, followed by CLARIN and MOSCON, as
+poor Scholars, carrying books.
+
+CYPRIAN.  In the pleasant solitude
+Of this tranquil spot, this thicket
+Formed of interlacing boughs,
+Buds, and flowers, and shrubs commingled,
+You may leave me, leaving also,
+As my best companions, with me,
+(For I need none else) those books
+Which I bad you to bring hither
+From the house; for while, to-day,
+Antioch, the mighty city,
+Celebrates with such rejoicing
+The great temple newly finished
+Unto Jupiter, the bearing
+Thither, also, of his image
+Publicly, in grant procession,
+To its shrine to be uplifted;--
+I, escaping the confusion
+Of the streets and squares, have flitted
+Hitherward, to spend in study
+What of daylight yet may glimmer.
+Go, enjoy the festival,
+Go to Antioch and mingle
+In its various sports, returning
+When the sun descending sinketh
+To be buried in the waves,
+Which, beneath the dark clouds' fringes,
+Round the royal corse of gold,
+Shine like sepulchres of silver.
+Here you'll find me.
+
+MOSCON.      Sir, although
+Most decidedly my wish is
+To behold the sports, yet I
+Cannot go without a whisper
+Of some few five thousand words,
+Which I'll give you in a jiffy.
+Can it be that on a day
+Of such free, such unrestricted
+Revelry, and mirth, and fun,
+You with your old books come hither
+To this country place, rejecting
+All the frolic of the city?
+
+CLARIN.  Well, I think my master's right;
+For there's nothing more insipid
+Than a grand procession day,
+Half fandangos, priests, and fiddles.
+
+MOSCON.  Clarin, from the first to last,
+All your life you've been a trickster,
+A smart temporizing toady,
+A bold flatterer, a trimmer,
+Since you praise the thoughts of others,
+And ne'er speak your own.
+
+CLARIN.      The civil
+Way to tell a man he lies
+Is to say he's wrong:-- you twig me,
+Now I think I speak my mind.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Moscon, Clarin, both I bid ye
+Cease this silly altercation.
+It is ever thus betwixt ye,
+Puffed up with your little knowledge
+Each maintains his own opinion.
+Go, and (as I've said) here seek me
+When night falls, and with the thickness
+Of its shadows veils from view
+This most fair and wondrous system
+Of the universe.
+
+MOSCON.      How comes it,
+That although you have admitted
+'Tis not right to see the feast,
+Yet you go to see it?
+
+CLARIN.      Simple
+Is the answer: no one follows
+The advice which he has given
+To another.
+
+MOSCON [aside].  To see Livia,
+Would the gods that I were winged.
+[Exit.
+
+CLARIN [aside].  If the honest truth were told
+Livia is the girl that gives me
+Something worth the living for.
+Even her very name has in it
+This assurance:  'Livia', yes,
+Minus 'a', I live for 'Livi'.*
+[Exit.
+
+
+[footnote] *This, of course, is a paraphrase of the original, which,
+perhaps, may be given as an explanation.
+             "Ilega, 'Livia'.
+       Al 'na', y se, Livia, 'liviana'."
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Now I am alone, and may,
+If my mind can be so lifted,
+Study the great problem which
+Keeps my soul disturbed, bewilder'd,
+Since I read in Pliny's page
+The mysterious words there written.
+Which define a god; because
+It doth seem beyond the limits
+Of my intellect to find
+One who all these signs exhibits.
+This mysterious hidden truth
+Must I seek for.
+[Reads.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE III.
+
+Enter the DEMON, in gala dress.  CYPRIAN.
+
+DEMON [aside].  Though thou givest
+All thy thoughts to the research,
+Cyprian, thou must ever miss it,
+Since I'll hide it from thy mind.
+
+CYPRIAN.  There's a rustling in this thicket.
+Who is there? who art thou?
+
+DEMON.      Sir,
+A mere stranger, who has ridden
+All this morning up and down
+These dark groves, not knowing whither,
+Having lost my way, my horse,
+To the emerald that encircles,
+With a tapestry of green,
+These lone hills, I've loosed, it gives him
+At the same time food and rest.
+I'm to Antioch bound, on business
+Of importance, my companions
+I have parted from; through listless
+Lapse of thought (a thing that happens
+To the most of earthly pilgrims),
+I have lost my way, and lost
+Comrades, servants, and assistants.
+
+CYPRIAN.  I am much surprised to learn
+That in view of the uplifted
+Towers of Antioch, you thus
+Lost your way.  There's not a single
+Path that on this mountain side,
+More or less by feet imprinted,
+But doth lead unto its walls,
+As to its one central limit.
+By whatever path you take,
+You'll go right.
+
+DEMON.      It is an instance
+Of that ignorance which in sight
+Even of truth the true goal misses.
+And as it appears not wise
+Thus to enter a strange city
+Unattended and unknown,
+Asking even my way, 'tis fitter
+That 'till night doth conquer day,
+Here while light doth last, to linger;
+By your dress and by these books
+Round you, like a learned circle
+Of wise friends, I see you are
+A great student, and the instinct
+Of my soul doth ever draw me
+Unto men to books addicted.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Have you studied much?
+
+DEMON.      Well, no;
+But I've knowledge quite sufficient
+Not to be deemed ignorant.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Then, what sciences know you?
+
+DEMON.      Many.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Why, we cannot reach even one
+After years of studious vigil,
+And can you (what vanity!)
+Without study know so many?
+
+DEMON.  Yes; for I am of a country
+Where the most exalted science
+Needs no study to be known.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Would I were a happy inmate
+Of that country!  Here our studies
+Prove our ignorance more.
+
+DEMON.      No figment
+Is the fact that without study,
+I had the superb ambition
+For the first Professor's chair
+To compete, and thought to win it,
+Having very numerous votes.
+And although I failed, sufficient
+Glory is it to have tried.
+For not always to the winner
+Is the fame.  If this you doubt,
+Name the subject of your study,
+And then let us argue on it;
+I not knowing your opinion,
+Even although it be the right,
+Shall the opposite view insist on.
+
+CYPRIAN.  I am greatly gratified
+That you make this proposition.
+Here in Plinius is a passage
+Which much anxious thought doth give me
+How to understand, to know
+Who's the God of whom he has written.
+
+DEMON.  'Tis that passage which declares
+(Well I know the words) this dictum:
+"God is one supremest good,
+One pure essence, one existence,
+Self-sustained, all sight, all hands."
+
+CYPRIAN.  Yes, 'tis true.
+
+DEMON.      And what is in it
+So abstruse?
+
+CYPRIAN.      I cannot find
+Such a god as Plinius figures.
+If he be the highest good,
+Then is Jupiter deficient
+In that attribute; we see him
+Acting like a mortal sinner
+Many a time,-- this, Danae,
+This, Europa, too, doth witness.
+Can then, by the Highest Good,
+All whose actions, all whose instincts,
+Should be sacred and divine,
+Human frailty be committed?
+
+DEMON.  These are fables which the learned
+First made use of, to exhibit
+Underneath the names of gods
+What in truth was but a hidden
+System of philosophy.
+
+CYPRIAN.  This reply is not sufficient,
+Since such awe is due to God,
+None should dare to Him attribute,
+None should stain His name with sins,
+Though these sins should be fictitious.
+And considering well the case,
+If the highest good is figured
+By the gods, of course, they must
+Will what is the best and fittest;
+How, then, can some gods wish one thing,
+Some another?  This we witness
+In the dubious responses
+Which are by their statues given.
+Here you cannot say I speak of
+Learned abstractions of the ideal.
+To two armies, if two shrines
+Promise give of being victors,
+One, of course, must lose the battle:
+The conclusion is so simple,--
+Need I say it? that two wills,
+Mutually antagonistic,
+Cannot lead unto one end.
+They being thus in opposition,
+One we must consider good,
+One as bad we must consider.
+But an evil will in God
+Would imply a contradiction:
+Then the highest good can dwell not
+Among gods who know division.
+
+DEMON.  I deny your major, since
+These responses may be given,
+By the oracles, for ends
+Which our intellectual vision
+Cannot reach: 'tis providence.
+Thus more good may have arisen
+To the loser in that battle
+Than its gain could bring the winner.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Granted; but that god ought not,
+For the gods are not malicious,
+To have promised victory;--
+It would have been quite sufficient,
+Without this most false assurance,
+The defeat to have permitted.
+Then if God must be all sight,
+Every god should see distinctly
+With clear vision to the end;
+Seeing THAT, he erred in fixing
+On a false conclusion; then
+Though the deity may with fitness
+Be divided into persons,
+Yet His essence must be single
+In the smallest circumstance.
+
+DEMON.  It was needful for this business,
+That the oracle should rouse
+The two hosts alike.
+
+CYPRIAN.      If fitting,
+There were genii that could rouse them
+(Good and bad, as they're distinguished
+By the learned), who are, in fact,
+Spirits who among us mingle,
+And who good and evil acts,
+Evil thoughts, suggest and whisper,
+A convincing argument
+For the immortal soul's existence:
+Of these ministers could God
+Have made use, nor thus exhibit
+He was capable of a lie
+To effect his ends?
+
+DEMON.      Consider,
+That these seeming contradictions
+Cannot our firm faith diminish
+In the oneness of the gods,
+If in things of higher import
+They know naught of dissonance.
+Take man's wondrous frame, for instance,
+Surely that majestic structure
+Once conception doth exhibit.
+
+CYPRIAN.  If man's maker then were one
+He some vantage must have given him
+O'er the others; and if they
+All are equal,--'tis admitted
+That they are so, from the fact
+Of their mutual opposition
+To each other,-- when the thought
+Of creating man was hinted
+By one god, another could
+Say, "No, no, I do not wish it."
+Then if God must be all hands,
+Time might come when they would differ,
+One creating, one undoing,
+Ere the other's work was finished,
+Since the power of each was equal,
+But unequal were their wishes.
+Which of these two powers would conquer?
+
+DEMON.  On impossible and false issues
+There can be no argument;--
+But your premises admitting,
+Say what then?
+
+CYPRIAN.      That there must be
+One sole God, all hands, all vision,
+Good Supreme, supreme in grace,
+One who cannot err, omniscient,
+One the highest, none can equal,
+Not beginning, yet the Beginner,
+One pure essence, one sole substance,
+One wise worker, ozone sole willer;--
+And though He in one or two
+Or more persons be distinguished,
+Yet the sovereign Deity
+Must be one, sublime and single,
+The first cause of every cause,
+The first germ of all existence.
+
+DEMON.  How can I deny so clear,
+[They rise.
+So conclusive a position?
+
+CYPRIAN.  Do you feel it?
+
+DEMON.      Who would not
+Feel to find another quicker
+In the rivalry of wit?--
+And though I am not deficient
+In an answer, I restrain it,
+Hearing steps approaching hither
+Through the wood; besides 'tis time
+I proceeded to the city.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Go in peace.
+
+DEMON.      Remain in peace.--
+[Aside.
+So involved in study IS he,
+That I now must wean him from it,
+Weaving round him the bewitchment
+Of rare beauty.  Since I have leave
+To attempt my fires to kindle
+In Justina's breast, one stroke,
+Thus, two vengeances shall give me.
+[Exit.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Never saw I such a man.
+But since still my people linger,
+I, the cause of so much doubt,
+Will now strive to reconsider.
+[He resumes his reading, without perceiving the approach of those who enter.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+Enter LELIUS and FLORUS.-- CYPRIAN.
+
+LELIUS.  Further let us not proceed;
+For these rocks, these boughs so thickly
+Interwoven, that the sun
+Cannot even find admittance,
+Shall be the sole witnesses
+Of our duel.
+
+FLORUS.      Then, this instant
+Draw your sword; for here are deeds,
+If in words elsewhere we've striven.
+
+LELIUS.  Yes, I know that in the field,
+While the tongue is mute, the glitter
+Of the sword speaks thus.
+[They fight.
+
+CYPRIAN.      What's this?
+Hold, good Florus!  Lelius, listen!--
+Here until your rage is calmed,
+Even unarmed I stand betwixt ye.
+
+LELIUS.  Thus to interrupt my vengeance,
+Whence, O Cyprian, have you risen
+Like a spectre?
+
+FLORUS.   A wild wood-god,
+Have you from these tree-trunks issued?
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE V.
+
+Enter MOSCON and CLARIN.
+
+MOSCON.  Yonder, where we left our master,
+I hear sword-strokes; run, run quickly.
+
+CLARIN.  Well, except to run away,
+I am anything but nimble;--
+Truly a retiring person.
+
+MOSCON and CLARIN.      Sir . . . .
+
+CYPRIAN.  No more:  your gabble irks me.--
+How?  What's this?  Two noble friends,
+Who in blood, in birth, in lineage,
+Are to-day of Antioch all
+Its expectancy, the city's
+Eye of fashion, one the son
+Of the Governor, of the princely
+House Colalto, one the heir,
+Thus to peril, as of little
+Value, two such precious lives
+To their country and their kindred?
+
+LELIUS.  Cyprian, although respect
+Which on many grounds I give thee,
+Holds my sword suspended thus
+In due deference for an instant,--
+To the scabbard's calm repose
+It hath got no power to win it.
+Thou of science knowest more,
+Than the duel, pretermitting
+This, that when two nobles meet
+In the field, no power can link them
+Friends again, save this, that one
+Must his life give as a victim.
+
+FLORUS.  This I also say, and ask thee,
+With thy people, that thou quittest,
+Leaving us to end our quarrel
+Without any help or hindrance.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Though it seems to you my calling
+Makes me know the laws but little
+Of the duel -- that strict code
+Valour and vain pride have written,
+You are wrong, for I was born
+With the obligations fitting
+Rank like yours, to know in truth
+Infamy and honour's limits.
+The devotion to my studies
+Has my courage not diminished,
+For they oftentimes shake hands
+Arms and letters as though kinsmen.
+If to meet here in the field
+Was the quarrel's first condition,
+Having met and fought, its lies
+Calumny can never whisper.
+And the cause you thus can tell me
+Of the feud that brings you hither;
+For I promise, if, on hearing
+What to me is thus committed,
+I perceive that satisfaction
+Must on either side be given,
+Here to leave you both alone,
+Unobserved by any witness.
+
+LELIUS.  Then on this condition solely,
+That you leave us, when the bitter
+Truth is told, to end our quarrel,
+I to tell the cause am willing.
+I a certain lady love,
+The same lady as his mistress
+Florus also loves; now see,
+How incompatible are our wishes!--
+Since betwixt two jealous nobles
+No mediation is admitted.
+
+FLORUS.  I this lady love so much,
+That the sunlight I would hinder
+From beholding her sweet face.
+Since then all interposition
+Is in vain, pray stand aside,
+And our quarrel let us finish.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Stay, for one more thing I'd know.
+Tell me this of your fair mistress,
+Is she possible to your hopes,
+Or impossible to your wishes?--
+
+LELIUS. Oh: she is so good and wise,
+That if even the sun enkindled
+Jealousy in the heart of Florus,
+It was jealousy pure and simple,
+Without cause, for even the sun
+Dare not look upon her visage.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Would you marry with her, then?
+
+FLORUS.  This is all my heart's ambition.
+
+CYPRIAN.  And would you?
+
+LELIUS.      Ah, would to heaven,
+I were destined for such blisses!--
+For although she's very poor,
+Virtue dowers her with its riches.
+
+CYPRIAN.  If you both aspire to wed her,
+Is it not an act most wicked,
+Most unworthy, thus beforehand
+Her unspotted fame to injure?
+What will say the world, if one
+Of you two shall marry with her
+After having killed the other
+For her sake?  The supposition
+Is not probable in fact,
+To imagine it is sufficient.
+I by no means say you should
+Each your chances try to win her
+At one time, for I would blush
+Such a craven proposition
+Came from me, because the lover
+Who could keep his jealousy hidden,
+Would condone even shame thereafter,
+Were the opportunity given;
+But I say that you should learn
+Which of you it is your mistress
+Gives the preference to, then . . . .
+
+LELIUS.          Stay!--
+For it were an act too timid,
+Too faint-hearted thus to ask
+Of a lady such admission
+As the choosing him or me.
+For if me she chose, more fixed
+Is my call for satisfaction;
+For his fault has this addition,
+He loves one who loves but me.
+If to him the choice is given,
+This intensifies my anger
+All the more, that she, my mistress,
+Whom I love, should love another.
+Her selection could do little
+In the matter, which at last
+To our swords should be committed,--
+The accepted for his honour,
+The refused for his dismissal.
+
+FLORUS.  I confess that I adopt
+Altogether that opinion,
+Still the privilege of selection
+May to ladies be permitted;
+So to-day I mean to ask her
+Of her father.  'Tis sufficient
+To have come here to the field,
+And my naked sword uplifted,
+(Specially as one is by
+Who the further fight resisteth,)
+For my honour;-- so to sheathe,
+Lelius, my sword I'm willing.
+[Sheathes his sword.
+
+LELIUS.  By your argument and action,
+Florus, you have half convinced me;
+I forego the remaining half --
+True or false, I thus act with you.
+[Sheathes his sword.
+I to-day will seek her father.
+
+CYPRIAN.  On, of course, the supposition,
+That this lady you pay court to
+Suffers naught by the admission,
+Since you both have spoken proudly
+Of her virtue and her strictness,
+Tell me who she is; for I,
+Who am held throughout the city
+In esteem, would for you both
+Speak to her at first a little
+That she thus may be prepared
+When her father tells your wishes.
+
+LELIUS.  You are right.
+
+CYPRIAN.      Her name?
+
+FLORUS.            Justina,
+Daughter of Lysander.
+
+CYPRIAN.      Little,
+Now that I have heard her name,
+Seem the praises you have given her;
+She is virtuous as she's noble.
+Instantly I'll pay my visit.
+
+FLORUS [aside].  May heaven grant that in my favour
+Her cold heart be moved to pity!
+[Exit.
+
+LELIUS.  Love, my hopes with laurels crown
+When they are to her submitted!
+[Exit.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Further mischief or misfortune,
+Grant me, heaven, that I may hinder!
+[Exit.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE VI.
+
+MOSCON, CLARIN.
+
+MOSCON.  Has your worship heard our master
+Now is gone to pay a visit
+To Justina?
+
+CLARIN.      Yes, my lord.
+But what matter if he didn't?
+
+MOSCON.  Matter quite enough, your worship;
+He has no business there.
+
+CLARIN.      Why, prithee?
+
+MOSCON.  Why?  because I die for Livia,
+Who is maid to this Justina,
+And I wouldn't have even the sun
+Get a glimpse of her through the window.
+
+CLARIN.  Well, that's good; but, for a lady,
+To contend were worse than silly,
+Whom I mean to make my wife.
+
+MOSCON.  Excellent, faith! the fancy tickles
+Quite my fancy.  Let her say
+Who it is that annoys or nicks her
+To a nicety.  Let's go see her,
+And she'll choose.
+
+CLARIN.      A good idea!--
+Though I fear she'll pitch on you.
+
+MOSCON.  Have you then that wise suspicion?
+
+CLARIN.  Yes; for always these same Livias
+Choose the worst, th'ungrateful minxes.*
+[Exeunt.
+
+
+[footnote] *The 'asonante' versification in 'i-e', which has been
+kept up through these six scenes, ends here.  The seventh scene
+commences in rhymed five-line stanzas, which change to the asonante
+in e-e, at the beginning of Lysander's long speech.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE VII.
+
+A HALL IN THE HOUSE OF LYSANDER.
+
+Enter JUSTINA and LYSANDER.
+
+JUSTINA.  Consolation, sir, is vain,
+After what I've seen to-day:
+The whole city, madly gay,
+Error-blinded and insane,
+Consecrating shrine and fane
+To an image, which I know,
+Cannot be a god, although
+Some demoniac power may pass,
+Making breathe the silent brass
+As a proof that it is so.
+
+LYSANDER.  Fair Justina, thou indeed,
+Wert not who thou art, if thou
+Didst not weep as thou dost now,
+Didst not in thy pure heart bleed
+For what Christ's divinest creed
+Suffers on this sinful day.
+
+JUSTINA.  Thus my lineage I display:--
+For thy child I could not be,
+Could I without weeping see
+This idolatrous display.
+
+LYSANDER.  Ah, my good, my gentle maid!
+Thou art not my daughter, no,
+'Twere too happy, if 'twere so.
+But, O God! what's this I've said?--
+My life's secret is betrayed!
+'Twas my soul that spoke aloud.
+
+JUSTINA.  What do you say, sir?
+
+LYSANDER.      Oh! a crowd
+Of old thoughts my heart hath stirred.
+
+JUSTINA.  Many times methought I heard
+What but now you have avowed,
+And yet never wished to hear,
+At the risk perchance of paining,
+A more accurate explaining
+Of your sorrow and my fear;
+But since now it doth appear
+Right that I should be possess'd
+Of the whole truth half confess'd,
+Let me say, though bold appearing,--
+Trust your secret to my hearing,
+Since it hath escaped your breast.
+
+LYSANDER.  Ah! Justina, I have long
+Kept this secret from your ears,
+Fearing from your tender years
+That the telling might be wrong;
+But now seeing you are strong,
+Firm in thought, in action brave,
+Seeing too, that with this stave,
+I go creeping o'er the ground,
+Rapping with a hollow sound
+At the portals of the grave,
+Knowing that my time is brief,
+I would not here leave you, no,
+In your ignorance; I owe
+My own peace, too, this relief:
+Then attentive to my grief
+Let your pleasure list.
+
+JUSTINA.      A fear
+Struggles in my breast.
+
+LYSANDER.      Severe
+Is the test my duty pays.
+
+JUSTINA.  From this most perplexing maze
+Oh, sir, rescue me.
+
+LYSANDER.      Then hear.
+I, most beautiful Justina,
+Am Lysander . . . .  This commencement
+With my name need not surprise you;
+For though known to you already,
+It is right, for all that follows,
+That it should be well remembered,
+Since of me you know no more
+Than what this my name presenteth.
+Yes, I am Lysander, son
+Of that city which on Seven
+Hills a hydra seems of stone,
+Since it seven proud heads erecteth;
+Of that city now the seat
+Of the mighty Roman empire,
+Cradle of Christ's wider realm,--
+Boon that Rome alone could merit.
+There of poor and humble parents
+I was born, if "poor" expresses
+Well their rank who left behind them
+Virtues, not vain earthly treasures.
+Both of them by birth were Christians,
+Joyful both to be descended
+From brave sires who with their blood
+Happily life's page had reddened,
+Terminating the dull scroll
+With death's bright emblazoned letters.
+In the Christian faith well grounded
+I grew up, and so well learnt it,
+That I would, in its defence,
+Even a thousand lives surrender.
+I was young still, when to Rome,
+In disguise and ill attended,
+Came our good Pope Alexander,
+Who then prudently directed
+The high apostolic see,
+Though its place there was not settled;
+For, as the despotic power
+Of the stern and cruel gentiles
+Satisfies its thirst with blood
+From the martyrs' veins that shed it,
+So must still the primitive church
+Keep concealed its sons and servants;
+Not that they decline to die,
+Not that martyrdom is dreaded
+But that rebel rage should not,
+At one stroke, one hour of vengeance,
+Triumph o'er the ruined church,
+So that no one should be left it
+Who could preach and teach the word,
+Who could catechise the gentile.
+Alexander being in Rome,
+I was secretly presented
+To him there, and from his hand
+Which was graciously extended,
+With his blessing I received
+Holy Orders, which the seraphs
+Well might envy me, since man
+Only such an honour merits.
+Alexander, as my mission,
+Unto Antioch then sent me,
+Where the law of Christ in secret
+I should preach.  With glad contentment
+I obeyed, and at their mercy,
+Through so many nations wending,
+Came at length to Antioch;
+And when I, these hills ascending,
+Saw beneath me in the valley
+All its golden towers and temples,
+The sun failed me, and down sinking
+Drew with him the day, presenting
+For my solace a companion,
+And a substitute for his presence
+In the light of stars, a pledge
+That he'd soon return to bless me.
+With the sun I lost my way,
+And then wandering dejected
+Through the windings of the forest,
+Found me in the dim recesses
+Of a natural bower, wherein
+Even the numerous rays that trembled
+Downward from each living torch
+Could in noways find an entrance,
+For to black clouds turned the leaves
+That by day were green with freshness.
+Here arranging to await
+The new sun's reviving presence,
+Giving fancy that full scope,
+That wide range which it possesses,
+I in solitude indulged
+Many and many a deep reflection.
+Thus absorbed was I in thought
+When there came to me the echo
+Of a sigh half heard, for half
+To its owner retroverted.
+Then collecting in mine ear
+All my senses joined together,
+I again heard more distinctly
+That weak cry, that faint expression,
+That mute idiom of the sad,
+Since by it they're comprehended.
+From a woman came that groan
+To whose sigh so low and gentle
+Followed a man's deeper voice,
+Who thus speaking low addressed her:
+"Thou first stain of noblest blood
+By my hands this moment perish,
+Ere thou meetest with thy death
+'Neath the hands of infamous headsmen."--
+Then the hapless woman said
+In a voice that sobbed and trembled,
+"Ah, lament for thine own blood,
+But for me do not lament thee!"--
+I attempted then to reach them,
+That the stroke might be prevented,
+But I could not, since the voices
+At that moment ceased and ended,
+And a horseman rode away
+'Mong the tree-trunks undetected.
+Loadstone of my deep compassion
+Was that voice which still exerted
+All its failing powers to speak
+Amid groans and tears this sentence,--
+"Dying innocent and a Christian
+I a martyr's death may merit."--
+Following the polar-star
+Of the voice, I came directly
+Where the gloom revealed a woman,
+Though I could not well observe her,
+Who in life's despairing struggle,
+Hand to hand with death contended.
+Scarcely was I heard, when she
+Summoning up her strength addressed me,--
+"Blood-stained murderer mine, come back,
+Nor in this last hour desert me
+Of my life." -- "I am," said I,
+"Only one whom chance hath sent here,
+Guided it may be by heaven,
+To assist you in this dreadful
+Hour of trial." -- "Vain," she said,
+"Is the favour that your mercy
+Offers to my life, for see,
+Drop by drop the life-stream ebbeth,
+Let this hapless one enjoy it,
+Who it seems that heaven intendeth,
+Being born upon my grave,
+All my miseries should inherit."--
+So she died, and then I . . .
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE VIII.
+
+LIVIA, JUSTINA, and LYSANDER.
+
+Enter LIVIA.
+
+LIVIA.      Sir,
+The same tradesman who so presses
+To be paid, comes here to seek you,
+By the magistrate attended.
+That you were not in, I told him:
+By that door you have an exit.
+
+JUSTINA.  This untimely interruption
+By their coming, how it frets me!
+For upon your tragic story
+Life, soul, reason, all depended!--
+But retire, sir, lest the justice
+Should here meet you, if he enters.
+
+LYSANDER.  Ah! with what indignities
+Poverty must be contented!
+[Exit.
+
+JUSTINA.  They are coming here, no doubt,
+Outside I can hear some persons.
+
+LIVIA.  No, they are not they.  I see
+It is Cyprian.
+
+JUSTINA.      How? what sendeth
+Cyprian here?
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE IX.
+
+Enter CYPRIAN, CLARIN, and MOSCON.
+
+CYPRIAN.      A wish to serve you
+Is the sole cause of my presence.
+For on seeing the officials
+Issuing from your house, the friendship
+Which I owe unto Lysander
+Made me bold herein to enter;
+But to know ([Aside.]  Disturbed, bewildered
+Am I.) if by chance ([Aside.] What gelid
+Frost is freezing up my veins!)
+I in any way could help you.
+([Aside.]  Ah, how badly have I spoken!--
+Fire not frost my blood possesses!)
+
+JUSTINA.  May heaven guard you many years,
+Since in his more grave concernments,
+Thus you honour my dear father
+With your favours.
+
+CYPRIAN.      I shall ever
+Be most gratified to serve you.
+([Aside.]  What disturbs me, what unnerves me?)
+
+JUSTINA.  He is not just now at home.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Thus then, lady, I can better
+Tell you what is the true cause
+That doth bring me here at present;
+For the cause that you have heard
+Is not that which wholly led me
+Here to see you.
+
+JUSTINA.      Then, what is it?
+
+CYPRIAN.  This, which craves your brief attention.--
+Fair Justina, beauty's shrine,*
+To whose human loveliness
+Nature, with a fond excess,
+Adds such marks of the divine,
+'Tis your rest that doth incline
+Hither my desire to-day:
+But see what the tyrant sway
+Of despotic fate can do,--
+While I bring your rest to you,
+You from me take mine away.
+Lelius, of his passion proud,
+(Never less was love to blame!)
+Florus, burning with love's flame,
+(Ne'er could flame be more allowed!)
+Each of them by vows they vowed
+Sought to kill his friend for you:
+I for you disturbed the two,
+(Woe is me!) but see the end;
+While from death I saved my friend,
+You my own death give in lieu.
+Lest the scandal-monger's hum
+Should be buzzed about your name,
+Here to speak with you I came,
+(Would that I had never come!)
+That your choice might strike it dumb,
+Being the umpire in the cause,
+Being the judge in love's sweet laws;--
+But behold what I endure,
+While I their sick hearts may cure,
+Jealousy mine own heart gnaws.
+Lady, I proposed to be
+Their bold spokesman here, that you
+Might decide betwixt the two
+Which you would select (ah, me!)
+That I might (oh, misery!)
+Ask you of your father: vain
+This pretence.  No more I'll feign:--
+For you see while I am speaking
+About them, my heart is seeking
+But a vent for its own pain.
+
+
+[footnote] * The five-lined rhymed stanza here recommences, and
+continues to the end of the scene.
+
+
+JUSTINA.  Half in wonder and dismay
+At the vile address you make me,
+Reason, speech, alike forsake me,
+And I know not what to say.
+Never in the slightest way
+Have your clients had from me
+Encouragement for this embassy --
+Florus never -- Lelius no:--
+Of the scorn that I can show
+Let then this a warning be.
+
+CYPRIAN.  If I, knowing that you loved
+Some one else, would dare to seek
+Your regard, my love were weak,
+And could justly be reproved.
+But here seeing you stand unmoved,
+Like a rock mid raging seas,
+No extraneous miseries
+Make me say I love you now.
+'Tis not for my friends I bow,
+So your warning hear with ease. --
+To Lelius what shall I say?
+
+JUSTINA.      That he
+Well may trust the boding fears
+Of his love of many years.
+
+CYPRIAN.  To Florus?
+
+JUSTINA.      Not my face to see.
+
+CYPRIAN.  And to myself?
+
+JUSTINA.      Your love should be
+Not so bold.
+
+CYPRIAN.      Though a god should woo?
+
+JUSTINA.  Will a god do more for you
+Than for those I have denied?
+
+CYPRIAN.  Yes.
+
+JUSTINA.      Well then, I have replied
+To Lelius, Florus, and to you.
+[Exeunt JUSTINA and CYPRIAN at opposite sides.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE X.
+
+CLARIN, MOSCON, and LIVIA.
+
+CLARIN.  Livia, heigh!
+
+MOSCON.      And Livia, ho!--
+List good lass.
+
+CLARIN.      We're here, we two.
+
+LIVIA.  Well, what WANT you, sir?  and YOU,
+What do you want?
+
+CLARIN.      We both would show,
+If perchance you do not know,
+That we love you to distraction.
+On a murderous transaction
+We came here, to kill each other:--
+So to put an end to the bother,
+Just choose one for satisfaction.
+
+LIVIA.  Why the thing that you're demanding
+Is so great, it hath bereft me
+Of my wits.  My grief hath left me
+Without sense or understanding.
+Choose but one!  My heart expanding,
+Beats so hard a strait to shun!
+I one only!  'Tis for fun
+That you ask me so to do.
+For with heart enough for two,
+Why require that I choose one?
+
+CLARIN.  Two at once would you have to woo?
+Would not two embarrass you, pray?
+
+LIVIA.  No, we women have a way
+To dispose of them two by two.
+
+MOSCON.  What's the way? do tell us, do;--
+What is it? speak.
+
+LIVIA.      You put one out!--
+I would love them, do not doubt . . . .
+
+MOSCON.  How?
+
+LIVIA.        ALTERNATIVELY.
+
+CLARIN.            Eh,
+What's ALTERNATIVELY?
+
+LIVIA.      'Tis to say,
+That I would love them day about.
+[Exit.
+
+MOSCON.  Well, I choose to-day: good-bye.
+
+CLARIN.  I, to-morrow, the better part.
+So I give it with all my heart.
+
+MOSCON.  Livia, in fine, for whom I die,
+To-day love me, and to-day love I.
+Happy is he who so much can say.
+
+CLARIN.  Hearken, my friend: you know my way.
+
+MOSCON.  Why this speech?  Does a threat lie in it?
+
+CLARIN.  Mind, she is not yours a minute
+After the clock strikes twelve to-day.
+[Exeunt.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XI.
+
+THE STREET BEFORE LYSANDER'S HOUSE: NIGHT
+
+Enter FLORUS and LELIUS at opposite sides, not seeing each other.
+
+LELIUS [aside].  Scarcely has the darksome night
+O'er the brow of heaven extended*
+Its black veil, when I come hither
+To adore this sacred threshold;
+For although at Cyprian's prayer,
+I my sharp sword have suspended,
+I have not my love, for love
+Cannot be suspended ever.
+
+
+[footnote] *Asonante in e-e, to the end of the Act.
+
+
+FLORUS [aside].  Here the dawn will find me waiting:--
+Here, because 'tis force compels me
+To go hence, for I, elsewhere,
+Am away from my true centre.
+Would to love the day had come,
+And with it the dear, expected
+Answer Cyprian may bring me,
+Risking all upon that venture.
+
+LELIUS [aside].  I have surely in that window
+Heard a noise.
+
+FLORUS [aside].  Some sound descends here
+From that balcony.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XII.
+
+The Demon appears at a window in the house of LYSANDER.
+
+LELIUS [aside].      A figure
+Issues from it, whose dim presence
+I distinguish.
+
+FLORUS [aside].      Through the darkness
+I can there perceive some person.
+
+DEMON [aside].  For the many persecutions
+O'er Justina's head impending,
+Her pure honour to defame
+Thus I make a bold commencement.
+[He descends by a ladder.
+
+LELIUS [aside].  But, O woe! what's this I witness!--
+
+FLORUS [aside].  What do I see!  Oh, wretched!  wretched!--
+
+LELIUS [aside].  From the balcony to the ground
+The dark figure has descended.
+
+FLORUS [aside].  From her house a man comes forth!--
+Jealousy kill me not, preserve me,
+'Till I discover who he is.
+
+LELIUS [aside].  I will try to intercept him
+And find out at once who thus
+Tastes the bliss I've lost for ever.
+[They advance with drawn swords to recognise the person who has descended.
+
+DEMON [aside].  Not alone Justina's fame
+Do I by this act discredit,
+But dissensions, perhaps murders,
+Thus provoke.  Ope, earth's dark centre,
+And receive me, leaving here
+This confusion
+[He disappears between FLORUS and LELIUS, who meet together.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XIII.
+
+FLORUS and LELIUS.
+
+LELIUS.      Sir, whoever
+You may be, it doth import me
+To know who you are directly;
+So at every risk I come here,
+On this resolute quest determined.
+Say who are you.
+
+FLORUS.      If the accident
+Of my having been the observer
+Of your secret love, compels you
+To this valorous aggression,
+More than it can you concern
+Me to know, it doth concern me
+To know you; for to be curious
+Is far less than to be jealous.
+Yes, by Heaven! for who is master
+Of the house have I to learn here,
+Who it is at such an hour,
+By this balcony ascending,
+Gaineth that which I lose weeping
+At these gratings.
+
+LELIUS.      This excelleth,
+Good, in faith, is it thus to dim
+The clear light of my resentment,
+By attributing to me
+That which solely your offence is!--
+Who you are I have to know,
+Death to give to him who has left me
+Dead with jealousy here, by coming
+From this balcony.
+
+FLORUS.      How excessive
+How superfluous is this caution,
+Proving what it would dissemble!
+
+LELIUS.  Vainly would the tongue untangle
+That which the keen sword can better
+Thus cut through.
+
+FLORUS.      With it I answer.
+[They fight.
+
+LELIUS.  In this way I'll know for certain
+Who is the admitted lover
+Of Justina.
+
+FLORUS.      My intention
+Is the same.  I'll die or know you.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XIV.
+
+Enter CYPRIAN, MOSCON, and CLARIN.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Gentlemen, I pray you let me
+Interpose in this your quarrel,
+Since by accident I am present.
+
+FLORUS.  You cannot oblige me more
+Than by letting the fight be ended.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Florus?
+
+FLORUS.  Yes, for sword in hand,
+I my name deny not ever
+To who asks.
+
+CYPRIAN.  I'm at your side,
+Death to him who would offend you.
+
+LELIUS.  You produce in me less fear,
+Both of you thus joined together,
+Than did he alone.
+
+CYPRIAN.      What!  Lelius?
+
+LELIUS.  Yes.
+
+CYPRIAN.      I am prevented
+[To Florus.
+Now from standing at your side,
+Since between you I present me.
+How is this?  In one day twice
+Have I your disputes to settle!--
+
+LELIUS.  Then this time will be the last,
+For we've settled them already;
+Since in knowing who is he
+Who Justina's heart possesses,
+Now no more my hope remaineth,
+Even the thought of it hath left me.
+If you have not to Justina
+Spoken yet, do not address her;
+This I ask you in the name
+Of my wrongs and my resentments,
+Having seen her secret favours
+Florus' happier fate deserveth.
+From this balcony I saw him,
+From my lost delight descending;
+And my heart is not so base
+As to meanly love, in presence
+Of such jealousies so well proved,
+Of disillusions, ah! so certain.
+[Exit.
+
+FLORUS.  Stay.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XV.
+
+CYPRIAN.      You must not follow him,
+[Aside.  (Oh, this news with death o'erwhelms me!)
+Since if he who is the loser
+Of what you have gained, expressly
+Says he would forget it, you
+Should not try his patient temper.
+
+FLORUS.  Both by you and him at once
+Has mine own been too well tested.
+Speak not now unto Justina
+About me; for though full vengeance
+I propose to take for being
+Thus supplanted and rejected,
+Every hope of her being mine
+Now has ceased, for shameful were it,
+In the face of such proved facts,
+To persist in my addresses.
+[Exit.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XVI.
+
+CYPRIAN, MOSCON, and CLARIN.
+
+CYPRIAN [aside].  What is this, O heavens! I hear?
+Can it be the two are jealous
+Of each other at one time?
+And I too of both together?--
+Doubtless from some strange delusion
+The two suffer, which I welcome
+With a sort of satisfaction,
+For to it I am indebted
+For the fact of their desisting
+From their suit and their pretension.--
+Moscon, have for me by morning
+A rich court-suit; sword and feathers,
+Clarin, be thy care; for love
+In a certain airy splendour
+Takes delight; for now no longer
+Books or studies give me pleasure;--
+Love they say doth murder mind,
+Learning dies when he is present.
+[Exeunt.
+
+
+
+ACT THE SECOND.
+
+SCENE I.
+
+THE STREET IN FRONT OF LYSANDER'S HOUSE.
+
+Enter CYPRIAN, MOSCON, and CLARIN, in gala dresses.
+
+CYPRIAN [aside].  Where, presumptuous thoughts, ah! where,
+Would you lead me, whither go?
+If for certain now you know
+That the high attempts you dare
+Are delusive dreams of bliss,
+Since you strive to scale heaven's wall,
+But from that proud height to fall
+Headlong down a dark abyss?
+I Justina saw . . . . . So near
+Would to God I had not seen her,
+Nor in her divine demeanour
+All the light of heaven's fourth sphere.
+Lovers twain for her contend,
+Both being jealous each should woo,
+And I, jealous of the two,
+Know not which doth most offend.
+All I know is, that suspicion,
+Her disdain, my own desires,
+Fill my heart with furious fires --
+Drive me, ah! to my perdition.
+This I know, and know no more,
+This I feel in all my strait;
+Heavens!  Justina is my fate!
+Heavens!  Justina I adore!--
+Moscon.
+
+MOSCON.      Sir.
+
+CYPRIAN.            Inquire, I pray,
+If Lysander's in.
+
+MOSCON.      I fly.
+
+CLARIN.  No, sir, no.  On me rely,--
+Moscon can't go there to-day.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Ever wrangling in this way,
+How ye both my patience try!
+Why can he not go?  Say why?
+
+CLARIN.  Because to-day is not his day.
+Mine it is, sir, to his sorrow.
+So your message I will bear.
+Moscon can't to-day go there;
+He will have his turn to-morrow.
+
+CYPRIAN.  What new madness can this be
+Which your usual feud doth show?
+But now neither of you go,
+Since in all her brilliancy
+Comes Justina.
+
+CLARIN.      From the street
+To her house she goes.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+Enter JUSTINA and LIVIA, veiled. -- CYPRIAN, MOSCON, and CLARIN.
+
+JUSTINA.      Ah, me!
+Cyprian's here.  [Aside to her.]  See, Livia, see!
+
+CYPRIAN [aside].  I must strive and be discreet,
+Feigning with a ready wit,
+Till my jealousy I can prove.
+I will only speak of love,
+If my jealousy will permit.
+Not in vain, senora sweet,--
+Have I changed my student's dress,
+The livery of thy loveliness,
+As a servant at thy feet,
+Thus I wear.  If sighs could move thee
+I would labour to deserve thee;
+Give me leave at least to serve thee,
+Since thou wilt not let me love thee.
+
+JUSTINA.  Slight effect, sir, as I see,
+Have my words produced on you,
+Since they have not brought . . . .
+
+CYPRIAN.      Too true!
+
+JUSTINA.  A forgetfulness of me.
+In what way must I explain
+Clearer than I have done before,
+That persistence at my door
+Is and ever must be vain?
+If a day, a month, a year,
+If for ages there you stay,
+Naught but this that now I say
+Ever can you hope to hear.
+As it were my latest breath,
+Let this sad assurance move thee,--
+Fate forbids that I should love thee,
+Cyprian, except in death.
+[She moves towards the house.
+
+CYPRIAN.  At these words my hopes revive:--
+Sad! no, no, to joy they move me,
+For if thou in death canst love me,
+Soon for me will death arrive.
+Be it so; and since so nigh
+Comes the hour your words to prove --
+Ah! even now begin to love,
+Since I now begin to die.
+
+[JUSTINA enters.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE III.
+
+CYPRIAN, MOSCON, CLARIN, and LIVIA.
+
+CLARIN.  Livia, while my master yonder,
+Like a living skeleton,
+Life and motion being gone,
+On his luckless love doth ponder,
+Give me an embrace.
+
+LIVIA.      Stay, stay.
+Patience, man! until I see,
+For I like my conscience free,
+If to-day is your right day.--
+Tuesday, yes, and Wednesday, no.
+
+CLARIN.  What are you counting there?  Awake!
+Moscon's mum.
+
+LIVIA.      He might mistake,
+And I wish not to act so.
+For, desiring to pursue
+A just course betwixt you both,
+Turn about, I would be loth
+Not to give you each his due.
+But I see that you are right,
+'Tis your day.
+
+CLARIN.      Embrace me, then.
+
+LIVIA.  Yes, again, and yet again.
+
+MOSCON.  Hark to me, my lady bright,
+May I from your ardour borrow
+A good omen in my case;
+And as Clarin you embrace,
+Moscon you'll embrace to-morrow!
+
+LIVIA.  Your suspicion is, in fact,
+Quite absurd; on me rely.
+Jupiter forbid that I
+Should commit so bad an act
+As to be cool in any way
+To a friend.  I will to thee
+Give an embrace in equity,
+When it is your worship's day.
+[Exit.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+CYPRIAN, MOSCON, and CLARIN.
+
+CLARIN.  Well, I'll not be by to see,
+That's a comfort.
+
+MOSCON.      How?  why so?
+Need I be chagrined to know,
+If the girl's not mine, that she
+Thus to you her debt did pay.
+
+CLARIN.  No.
+
+MOSCON.      This makes my point more strong,
+Since to me it were no wrong
+If it chanced not on my day.
+But our master yonder, see,
+How absorbed he seems.
+
+CLARIN.      More near,
+If he speaks I'd like to hear.
+
+MOSCON.  And I, too, would like.
+
+CYPRIAN.      Ah me!
+[As MOSCON and CLARIN approach CYPRIAN from opposite sides, he
+gesticulates with his arms, and accidentally strikes both.
+Love, how great thy agonies!--
+
+CLARIN.  Ah! ah, me!
+
+MOSCON.      Ah, me!  I bawl.
+
+CLARIN.  Well, I think that we may call
+This the land of the 'sigh-ah-mes'!
+
+CYPRIAN.  What! and have you both been here?
+
+CLARIN.  I, at least, was here, I'll swear.
+
+MOSCON.  And I, also.
+
+CYPRIAN.      O, despair
+End at once my sad career!
+Ah, what human heart to woe
+Like to mine has given a home?
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE V.
+
+THE COUNTRY.
+
+CYPRIAN, CLARIN, and MOSCON.
+
+CLARIN.  Whither Moscon, do we roam?
+
+MOSCON.  When we've reached the end, we'll know.
+Leagues behind us lies the town,
+Still we go.
+
+CLARIN.  A strange proceeding!--
+Little time have we for reading,
+Idly pacing up and down.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Clarin, get thee home.
+
+MOSCON.      And I?
+
+CLARIN.  Sly-boots, would you rather stay?
+
+CYPRIAN.  Go: here leave me both; away!
+
+CLARIN.  Mind, he tells us both to fly.
+
+[Exeunt CLARIN and MOSCON.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE VI.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Memory of a maddened brain,
+Do not with such strong control
+Make me think another soul
+Is what in my heart doth reign.
+Blind idolator I have been --
+Lost in love's ambitious flight,
+Since such beauty met my sight,
+Since a goddess I have seen.
+Yet in such a maze of woe
+Rigorous fate doth make me move,
+That I know but whom I love,
+And of whom I am jealous -- no.
+Yet this passion is so strong --
+Ah, so sweet this fascination,
+Driving my imagination
+With resistless force along --
+That I would (I know too well
+How this madness doth degrade me)
+To some devilish power to aid me,
+Were it even to rise from hell,
+Where some mightier power hath kept it,--
+Sharing all its pains in common,--
+I would, to possess this woman,
+Give my soul.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE VII.
+
+The Demon and CYPRIAN.
+
+Demon [within].      And I accept it.
+
+[A great tempest is heard, with thunder and lightning.
+
+CYPRIAN.  What's this, ye heavens so pure?
+Clear but a moment hence and now obscure,
+Ye fright the gentle day!
+The thunder-balls, the lightning's forked ray,
+Leap from its riven breast --
+Terrific shapes it cannot keep at rest;
+All the whole heaven a crown of clouds doth wear,
+And with the curling mist, like streaming hair,
+This mountain's brow is bound.
+Outspread below, the whole horizon round
+Is one volcanic pyre.
+The sun is dead, the air is smoke, heaven fire.
+Philosophy, how far from thee I stray,
+When I cannot explain the marvels of this day!
+And now the sea, upborne on clouds the while,
+Seems like some ruined pile,
+That crumbling down the wind as 'twere a wall,
+In dust not foam doth fall.
+And struggling through the gloom,
+Facing the storm, a mighty ship seeks room
+On the open sea, whose rage it seems to court,
+Flying the dangerous pity of the port.
+The noise, the terror, and that fearful cry,
+Give fatal augury
+Of the impending stroke.  Death hesitates,
+For each already dies who death awaits.
+With portents the whole atmosphere is rife,
+Nor is it all the effect of elemental strife.
+The ship is rigged with tempest as it flies.*
+It rushes on the lee,
+The war is now no longer of the sea;
+Upon a hidden rock
+It strikes: it breaks as with a thunder shock.
+Blood flakes the foam where helpless it is tost.
+
+
+[footnote] *Hartzenbusch remarks that there is no corresponding rhyme
+for this line in the original, and that both the sense and the
+versification are defective. --'Comedias de Calderon', t. 2, p. 178.
+
+
+[The sound of the tempest increases, and voices are heard within.
+
+VOICES WITHIN.  We sink! we sink! we're lost!
+
+DEMON [within]. For what I have in hand,
+I'll trust this plank to bear me to the land.
+
+CYPRIAN.  As scorning the wild wave
+One man alone his life attempts to save.
+While lurching over, mid the billows' swell,
+The great ship sinks to where the Tritons dwell;
+There, with its mighty ribs asunder rent,
+It lies a corse of the sea, its grave and monument.
+
+[Enter The Demon, dripping with wet, as if escaped from the sea.
+
+DEMON [aside].  For the end I wish to gain
+It was of necessity
+That upon this sapphire sea
+I this fearful storm should feign,
+And in form unlike that one
+Which in this wild wood I wore,
+When I found my deepest lore
+By his keener wit outdone,
+Come again to assail him here,
+Trusting better now to prove
+Both his intellect and his love.--
+[Aloud.
+Earth, loved earth, O mother dear,
+From this monster, this wild sea,
+Give me shelter in thy arms.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Lose, my friend, the dread alarms,
+And the cruel memory
+Of thy peril happily past;
+Since we learn or late or soon,
+That beneath the inconstant moon
+Human bliss doth never last.
+
+DEMON.  Who are thou, at whose kind feet
+Has my fortune cast me here?
+
+CYPRIAN.  One who with a pitying tear,
+For a ruin so complete,
+Would alleviate your woe.
+
+DEMON.  Ah, impossible!-- for me
+Never, never, can there be
+Any solace.
+
+CYPRIAN.      How, why so?
+
+DEMON.  All my priceless wealth I've lost . . .
+But I'm wrong to thus complain,
+I'll forget, nay, think it gain,
+Since my life it hath not cost.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Now that the wild whirl malign
+Of this earthquake storm doth cease,
+And the sky returns to peace,
+Quiet, calm, and crystalline,
+And the bright succeeds the dark
+With such strange rapidity,
+That the storm would seem to be
+Only raised to sink thy bark,
+Tell me who thou art, repay
+Thus a sympathy so sincere.
+
+DEMON.  It has cost me to come here
+More than you have seen to-day,
+More than I can well express;
+Of the miseries I recall
+This ship's loss is least of all.
+Would you see that clearly?
+
+CYPRIAN.      Yes.
+
+DEMON.  I am since you wish to know it,
+An epitome, a wonder*
+Of all happiness and misfortune,
+One I have lost, I weep the other.
+By my gifts was I so glorious,
+So conspicuous in my order,
+Of a lineage so illustrious,
+With a mind so well informed,
+That my rare endowments feeling,
+A great king (in truth the noblest
+King of Kings, for all would tremble
+If he looked in anger on them,)
+In his palace roofed with diamonds
+And with gems as bright as morning,
+(If I called them stars, 'tis certain
+The comparison were too modest,)
+His especial favourite called me.
+Which high epithet of honour
+So enflamed my pride, as rival
+For his royal seat I plotted,
+Hoping soon my victor footsteps
+Would his golden thrones have trodden.
+It was an unheard-of daring,
+THAT, chastized I must acknowledge,
+I was mad; but then repentance
+Were a still insaner folly.
+Obstinate in my resistance,
+With my spirit yet unconquered,
+I preferred to fall with courage
+Than surrender with dishonour.
+If the attempt was rash, the rashness
+Was not solely my misfortune,
+For among his numerous vassals
+Not a few my standard followed.
+From his court, in fine, thus vanquished,
+Though part victor in the contest,
+I went forth, my eyes outflashing
+Flames of anger and abhorrence,
+And my lips proclaiming vengeance
+For the public insult offered
+To my pride, among his people
+Scattering murder, rapine, horror.
+Then a bloody pirate, I
+The wide plains of the sea ran over,
+Argus of its dangerous shallows,
+Lynx-eyed where the reefs lay covered;
+In that vessel which the wind
+Bit by bit so soon demolished,
+In that vessel which the sea
+As a dustless ruin swallowed,
+I to-day these fields of crystal
+Eagerly ran o'er, my object
+Being stone by stone to examine,
+Tree by tree to search this forest:--
+For a man in it is living,
+Whom it is of great importance
+I should see, this day expecting
+The fulfilment of a promise
+Which he gave and I accepted.
+This infuriate tempest stopped me.
+And although my powerful genius
+Could chain up east, south, and north wind,
+I cared not, as if despairing
+Of success, with other objects,
+Other aims in view, to turn them
+To the west wind's summer softness.--
+[Aside.
+(I have said I could, but did not,
+For I note the dangerous workings
+Of his mind, and thus to magic
+Bind him by these hints the stronger.)
+Let not my wild fury fright thee,
+Nor be at my power astonished,
+For I could my own death give me,
+If I were by rage so prompted,
+And so great that power, the sunlight,
+By my science could be blotted.
+I, in magic am so mighty,
+That I can describe the orbits
+Of the stars, for I have travelled
+Through the farthest and beyond them.
+And in order that this boasting
+May not seem to you mere bombast,
+Look, if at this very instant
+You desire it, this untrodden
+Nimrod of rude rocks more savage
+Than of Babylon is recorded,
+Shall without a leaf being shaken,
+Show the most horrific portents.
+I am, then, the orphan guest here
+Of these ash-trees, of these poplars,
+And though what I am, assistance
+At thy feet here I ask from thee:
+And I wish the good I purchase
+To repay thee with the product
+Of unnumbered years of study,
+Though it now slight effort costs me,
+Giving to your wildest wishes
+[Aside.
+(Here I touch his love,) the fondest
+Longings of your heart, whatever
+Passion can desire or covet.
+If through courtesy or caution
+You should not accept my offer,
+Let my good intentions pay you,
+If from greater acts you stop me.
+For the pity that you show me,
+Which I thankfully acknowledge,
+I will be a friend so faithful,
+That henceforth the changeful monster
+Of events and acts, called Fortune,
+Which 'twixt flattering words and scornful,
+Generous now, and now a miser,
+Shows a friendly face or hostile,
+Neither it nor that laborious
+Ever flying, running worker,
+Time, the loadstone of the ages,
+Nor even heaven itself, heaven proper,
+To whose stars the dark world oweth
+All its most divine adornment,
+Will have power to separate me
+From your side a single moment,
+Since you here have given me welcome.
+And even this is almost nothing
+When compared with what my wishes
+Hope hereafter to accomplish.
+
+
+[footnote] *Asonante in 1-3, to the end of the speech.
+
+
+CYPRIAN.  Well to the sea, my thanks are due, that bore
+You struggling to the shore,
+And led you to this grove,
+Where you will quickly prove
+The friendly feelings that inflame my breast,
+If happily I merit such a guest.
+Then let us homeward wend,
+For I esteem you now as an old friend.
+My guest you are, and so you must not leave me
+While my house suits you.
+
+DEMON.      Do you then receive me
+Wholly as yours?
+
+CYPRIAN [embracing him].  This act doth prove it true,
+That seals an eternal bond betwixt us two.--
+[Aside.
+Oh! if I could win o'er
+This man to instruct me in his magic lore!
+Since by that art my love might gain
+Some solace for its pain;
+Or yielding to its mighty laws
+My love at length might win my love's sweet cause --
+The cause of all my torment, madness, rage.
+
+DEMON [aside].  The working of his mind and love I gauge.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE VIII.
+
+CLARIN and MOSCON enter running from opposite sides.  CYPRIAN and The Demon.
+
+CLARIN.  Oh! are you sir, alive?
+
+MOSCON.      My friend, do you
+Speak civilly for once as something new?
+That he's alive requires no demonstration.
+
+CLARIN.  I struck this lofty note of admiration,
+Thou noble lackey, to express my wonder,
+How from this storm of lightning, rain, and thunder,
+Without a miracle he could survive.
+
+MOSCON.  Will you stop wondering, now you see him alive?
+
+CYPRIAN.  These are my servants, sir.--
+What brings you here?
+
+MOSCON.      Your spleen once more to stir.
+
+DEMON.  They have a pleasant humour.
+
+CYPRIAN.      Foolish pair,
+Their weary wit is oft too hard to bear.
+
+MOSCON.  This man, sir, waiting here,
+Who is he?
+
+CYPRIAN.  He's my guest, so do not fear.
+
+CLARIN.  Wherefore have guests at such a time as this?
+
+CYPRIAN [to The Demon].  Your worth is lost on ignorance such as his.
+
+MOSCON.  My master's right.  Are you, forsooth, his heir?
+
+CLARIN.  No; but our new friend there,
+Looks like a guest, unless I deceive me, who
+Will honour our poor house a year or two.
+
+MOSCON.  Why?
+
+CLARIN.      When a guest soon means to go away,
+Well, he'll not make much smoke in the house, we say.
+But this . . . .
+
+MOSCON.      Speak out.
+
+CLARIN.            Will make, I do not joke . .
+
+MOSCON.  What?
+
+CLARIN.      In the house a deuced deal of smoke.
+
+CYPRIAN.  In order to repair
+The danger done by the rude sea and air,
+Come thou with me.
+
+DEMON.       [Aside.]  I'm thine, while thou hast breath.
+
+CYPRIAN.  I go to prepare thy rest.
+
+DEMON [aside].      And I thy death:--
+An entrance having gained
+Within his breast, and thus my end obtained;
+My rage insatiate now without control
+Seeks by another way to win Justina's soul.
+[Exit.
+
+CLARIN.  Guess, if you can, what I am thinking about.
+
+MOSCON.  What is it?
+
+CLARIN.      That a new volcano has burst out
+In the late storm, there's such a sulphur smell.
+
+MOSCON.  It came from the guest, as my good nose could tell.
+
+CLARIN.  He uses bad pastilles, then; but I can
+Infer the cause.
+
+MOSCON.      What is it?
+
+CLARIN.            The poor gentleman
+Has a slight rash on his skin, a ticklish glow,
+And uses sulphur ointment.
+
+MOSCON.  Gad! 'tis so.
+[Exeunt.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE IX.
+
+THE STREET.
+
+LELIUS and FABIUS.
+
+FABIUS.  You return, then, to this street.
+
+LELIUS.  Yes; the life that I deplore
+I return to seek once more
+Where 'twas lost.  Ah! guide my feet,
+Love, to find it!--
+
+FABIUS.      That house there
+Is Justina's; come away.
+
+LELIUS.  Wherefore, when I will to-day
+Once again my love declare.
+And as she, I saw it plain,
+Trusted some one else at night,
+'Tis not strange, in open light,
+That I try to soothe my pain.
+Leave me, go; for it is best
+That I enter here alone.
+My rank in Antioch is known,
+My father Governor; thus drest
+In his robe as 'twere, my strong
+Passion listening to no mentor,
+I Justina's house will enter
+To protest against my wrong.
+[Exeunt.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE X.
+
+A HALL IN THE HOUSE OF LYSANDER.
+
+JUSTINA, and afterwards LELIUS.
+
+JUSTINA.  Livia . . . . But a step! who's there?
+
+[LELIUS enters
+LELIUS.  It is I.
+
+JUSTINA.      What novelty,
+What extreme temerity,
+Thus, my lord, compels you? . . .
+
+LELIUS.      Spare
+Your reproaches.  Jealous-grown,
+I can bear that you reprove.
+Pardon me, for with my love
+My respect has also flown.
+
+JUSTINA.  Why, at such a perilous cost
+Have you dared . . .
+
+LELIUS.      Because I'm mad.
+
+JUSTINA.  To intrude . . . .
+
+LELIUS.      Heart-broken, sad.
+
+JUSTINA.  Here . . . .
+
+LELIUS.      Because, in truth, I'm lost.
+
+JUSTINA.  Nor perceive how scandal views
+Such an act as now you do
+'Gainst . . . .
+
+LELIUS.      Be not so moved, for you
+Little honour now can lose.
+
+JUSTINA.  Lelius, spare at least my fame.
+
+LELIUS.  Ah, Justina, it were best
+That this language you addressed
+Unto him who nightly came
+Down here from this balcony;--
+'Tis enough for me to show
+All your lightness that I know,
+That less coy and cold to me
+Your pretended honour prove.
+If I am disdained, displaced,
+'Tis another suits your taste,
+Not that you your honour love.
+
+JUSTINA.  Silence, cease, your words withhold.
+Who with insult e'er before
+Dared to pass my threshold's door?
+Are you then so blind and bold,
+So audacious, so insane,
+As my pure light to eclipse,
+Through the libel of your lips,
+By chimeras false and vain?--
+In my house a man?
+
+LELIUS.      'Tis so.
+
+JUSTINA.  From my balcony?
+
+LELIUS.      With shame
+I repeat it.
+
+JUSTINA.      O, my fame,
+O'er us twain your Aegis throw.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XI.
+
+THE SAME.
+
+The Demon appears at the door which is behind JUSTINA.
+
+DEMON [aside].  For the deep design I handle,
+For my double plot I come
+Raging to this simple home,
+Now to work the greatest scandal
+Ever seen.  Here, brooding o'er him,
+This wild lover mad with ire,
+I will fan his jealous fire,
+I will place myself before him,
+Catch his eye, and then as fleeing,
+In invisible gloom array me.
+[He affects to come in, and being seen by LELIUS muffles himself in
+his cloak, and re-enters the inner apartment.
+
+JUSTINA.  Man, do you come here to slay me?
+
+LELIUS.  No, to die.
+
+JUSTINA.      What object seeing
+Paralyses thus your senses?
+
+LELIUS.  What I see is your untruth.
+Tell me now, the wish, forsooth,
+Has invented my offences.
+From that very chamber there
+Came a man, I turned my head,
+When he saw my face he fled
+Back into the room.
+
+JUSTINA.      The air
+Must this phantasy display --
+This illusion.
+
+LELIUS.      Oh, that sight!
+
+JUSTINA.  Is it not enough by night,
+Lelius, but in open day
+Thus fictitious forms to see?
+
+LELIUS.  Phantom shape or real lover,
+Now the truth I will discover.
+[He goes into the room where The Demon had disappeared.
+
+JUSTINA.  I no hindrance offer thee,
+For my innocence, a way,
+At the cost of this permission,
+Thus finds out the night's submission
+To correct by the light of day.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XII.
+
+LYSANDER and JUSTINA; LELIUS, within.
+
+LYSANDER.  My Justina.
+
+JUSTINA [aside].      Woe is me!
+Ah, if here before Lysander*
+Lelius from that room comes forth!
+
+
+[footnote] *Asonante in a-i to the end of Scene XVII.
+
+
+LYSANDER.  My misfortunes, my disasters
+Fly to be consoled by thee.
+
+JUSTINA.  What can be the grief, the sadness,
+That your face betrays so plainly?
+
+LYSANDER.  And no wonder, when the pallor
+Springs even from the heart.  This sobbing
+Stops my weak words in their passage.
+
+[LELIUS appears at the door of the apartment.
+LELIUS [aside].  I begin now to believe,
+Since he is not in this chamber,
+Jealousy can cause these spectres.
+He, the man I saw, has vanished,
+How I know not.
+
+JUSTINA [aside to Lelius].  Come not forth,
+Lelius, here before my father.
+
+LELIUS.  Convalescent in my sickness
+I will wait till he is absent.
+[Retires.
+
+JUSTINA.  Why this weeping? why this sighing?
+What, sir, moves thee, what unmans thee?
+
+LYSANDER.  I am moved by a misfortune,
+I'm unmanned by a disaster,
+Greater far than tender pity
+Ever wept,-- the dread example
+Cruelty has sworn to make
+In the innocent blood of martyrs.
+To the Governor of this city
+Decius Caesar a strict mandate
+Has despatched . . . I can speak no more.
+
+JUSTINA [aside].  What position e'er was harder?
+Moved with pity for the Christians
+Hither comes to me Lysander
+The sad news to tell, not knowing
+Lelius to his words may hearken,--
+Lelius, the Governor's son.
+
+LYSANDER.  So Justina . . .
+
+JUSTINA.      Sir, no farther,
+Since you feel it so acutely,
+Speak upon this painful matter.
+
+LYSANDER.  Let me, for I'll feel some solace
+When to thee it is imparted.
+In it he commands . . .
+
+JUSTINA.      Proceed not
+Further  now, when you should rather
+Cheat your years with more repose.
+
+LYSANDER.  How? when I, to make you partner
+In those lively fears whose bodings
+Are sufficient to despatch me,
+Would inform you of the edict,
+The most cruel that the margin
+Of the Tiber ever saw
+Writ in blood to stain its waters,
+Do you stop me?  Ah, Justina,
+You were wont in another manner
+Once to listen to me.
+
+JUSTINA.      Sir,
+Different were the circumstances.
+
+LELIUS [at the door, aside].  I can hear but indistinctly
+Half-formed words and broken accents.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XIII.
+
+FLORUS enters. -- JUSTINA and LYSANDER; LELIUS, peeping at the door
+of the inner room.
+
+FLORUS [aside].  Licence has a jealous lover,
+Who but enters to unmask here
+A pretended purity,
+To forego politer manners.
+I come here with that intention . . .
+But as she is with her father
+I will wait a new occasion.
+
+LYSANDER.  Who is there?  Some footstep passes.
+
+FLORUS [aside].  Ah! 'tis now impossible
+Without speaking to get back here.
+Some excuse I'll try to offer:--
+I am . . .
+
+LYSANDER.      You here, sir?
+
+FLORUS.            Your pardon.
+I ask leave, sir, to speak with you
+On a most important matter.
+
+JUSTINA [aside].  Oh! take pity on me, fortune,
+For these trials are too many.
+
+LYSANDER.  Well, sir, speak.
+
+FLORUS [aside, at the door].  Florus in Justina's house
+Leaves and enters like a master!--
+These are not unfounded jealousies,
+These are real and substantial.
+
+LYSANDER.  You grow pale, you change your colour.
+
+FLORUS.  Do not wonder, be not startled,
+For I came to give a warning,
+To your life of utmost value,
+Of an enemy that you have,
+Who your swift destruction planneth.
+What I've said is quite sufficient.
+
+LYSANDER [aside].  Florus, doubtless, must have gathered
+Somehow that I am a Christian,
+And thus comes in kindliest manner
+Of my danger to apprise me.--
+[Aloud.
+Speak, hide nothing in this matter.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XIV.
+
+LIVIA enters. -- JUSTINA, LYSANDER, and FLORUS; LELIUS at the door of the room.
+
+LIVIA.  Sir, the Governor, who is waiting
+At the door of the house, commanded
+Me to call you to his presence.
+
+FLORUS.  Best I wait for his departure:--
+[Aside.
+(Meantime my excuse I'll think of.)
+So 'tis well that you despatch him.
+
+LYSANDER.  I appreciate your politeness.
+Here I will return instanter.
+[Exeunt LYSANDER and LIVIA.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XV.
+
+JUSTINA and FLORUS; LELIUS at the door.
+
+FLORUS.  Are you then that virtuous maiden,
+Who, the very breeze that flatters
+With its soft and sweet caresses,
+You would call rude, bold, unmannered?
+How then is it you surrendered
+Even the very keys of the casket
+Of your honour?
+
+JUSTINA.      Hold, hold, Florus,
+Do not dare to throw a shadow
+On that honour which the sun
+After the most strict examen
+Has proved bright and pure.
+
+FLORUS.      Too late
+Comes this idle boast.  It happens
+That I know to whom you have given
+Free access . . .
+
+JUSTINA.      You dare this scandal?--
+
+FLORUS.  By a balcony . . .
+
+JUSTINA.      Do not say it.
+
+FLORUS.  To your honour.
+
+JUSTINA.      Thus will you blast me?
+
+FLORUS.  Yes, for hypocritical virtue
+Merits something even harsher.
+
+LELIUS [at the door, aside].  Florus was not then the hero
+Of the balcony; some more happy
+Lover than us twain she welcomes.
+
+JUSTINA.  Oh! defame not noble damsels,
+Since you noble blood inherit.
+
+FLORUS.  Noble damsel, dar'st thou call thee,
+When thy very arms received him,
+And from thy balcony he departed?
+Power subdued thee; from the fact
+That the Governor is his father,
+Vanity led thee on to show
+That in Antioch he commanded . . .
+
+LELIUS [aside].  Here he speaks of me.
+
+FLORUS.      Not seeing
+Any graver defect of manner,
+Than what in his birth and breeding
+Rank may cover with its mantle,
+But not so  . . . .
+
+[LELIUS enters.
+LELIUS.      Be silent, Florus,
+Nor attack me in my absence;
+For of a rival to speak ill,
+Is the act but of a dastard.
+'Tis to stop this I come forward,
+Angry after so many passes
+Which my sword has had with thine,
+That I have not yet dispatched thee.
+
+JUSTINA.  Who, not guilty, ever saw her
+In such dangerous straits entangled?
+
+FLORUS.  What behind your back was spoken,
+I before you will establish,
+Truth is truth where'er 'tis uttered.
+[They grasp their swords.
+
+JUSTINA.  Florus!  Lelius! what would you have then.
+
+LELIUS.  I would have full satisfaction
+Where I heard th'insulting language.
+
+FLORUS.  I'll maintain what I have said
+Where I said it.
+
+JUSTINA.      From so many
+Strokes of fortune, free me, Heaven!--
+
+FLORUS.  And I'll learn to chastise your rashness.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XVI.
+
+The Governor enters with LYSANDER and attendants. -- JUSTINA, LELIUS,
+and FLORUS.
+
+[All who enter].  Hold! stand back!
+
+JUSTINA.      Unhappy me!
+
+GOVERNOR.  What is this?  But empty scabbards,
+Naked swords, are quite sufficient
+To inform me what has happened.
+
+JUSTINA.  What misfortune!
+
+LYSANDER.      What affliction!--
+
+LELIUS.  Ah, my lord . . .
+
+GOVERNOR.      Enough, no farther.
+Lelius, thou a son of mine,
+A disturber?  Thou a scandal
+To all Antioch through my favour?
+
+LELIUS.  Think, my lord . . .
+
+GOVERNOR.      Arrest, disarm them,
+Take them hence.  Make no distinction
+On account of blood or rank here.
+Let them suffer both alike,
+Since in guilt alike they acted.
+
+LELIUS [aside].  I came jealous, and go outraged.
+
+FLORUS [aside].  To my pains new pains are added.
+
+GOVERNOR.  In distinct and separate prisons,
+And with watchful eyes to guard them,
+Place the two. -- And you, Lysander,
+Is it possible you have tarnished
+Such a noble reputation,
+Suffering . . . .
+
+LYSANDER.      No; let not these dazzling
+False appearances mislead you,
+For Justina in what happened
+Was quite blameless.
+
+GOVERNOR.      In her house here,
+Would you have her live regardless
+Of the fact that they were young,
+And that she was fair;  My anger
+I restrain, lest people say,
+I, an interested party,
+Sentence passed as partial judge.--
+But of you who caused this quarrel,
+Now that maiden shame has left you,
+Well I know that you will glad me
+With the occasion I desire,
+Of exposing, of unmasking,
+In the light of actual vices,
+The false virtuous part you've acted.
+[Exeunt The Governor and his attendants; LELIUS and FLORUS follow as prisoners.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XVII.
+
+JUSTINA and LYSANDER.
+
+JUSTINA.  I reply but with my tears.
+
+LYSANDER.  Tears as vain as they are tardy.
+What an act was mine, Justina,
+When to thee my lips imparted
+Who thou art!  Oh, would I never
+Told thee, that upon the margin
+Of a rivulet in this forest,
+A dead mother's womb here cast thee!
+
+JUSTINA.  I . . . .
+
+LYSANDER.      Do not attempt excuses.
+
+JUSTINA.  Heaven will make them, then, hereafter
+
+LYSANDER.  When too late, perhaps.
+
+JUSTINA.      No limit
+Can be late here while life lasteth.
+
+LYSANDER.  For the punishment of crimes.
+
+JUSTINA.  Injured truth to re-establish.
+
+LYSANDER.  I, from what I have seen, condemn thee.
+
+JUSTINA.  I thee, from what thou knowest not, rather.
+
+LYSANDER.  Leave me; I go forth to die
+Where my grief will soon dispatch me.
+
+JUSTINA.  At thy feet I would lose my life;
+But do not reject me, father.
+[Exeunt.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XVIII.
+
+A HALL IN CYPRIAN'S HOUSE.
+At the end is an open gallery, through which is seen the country.
+
+CYPRIAN, the Demon, MOSCON, and CLARIN.
+
+DEMON.  Since the hour that I have been
+In your house a guest, you ne'er
+Show a gay and cheerful air.
+Sadness in your face is seen.
+It is wrong your cure to shun,
+Seeking to mislead mine eyes,
+Since I would unsphere the skies,
+Shake the stars, and shroud the sun,
+For the least desire you feel
+That more pleasantly you might live.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Magic has no power to give
+The impossible I conceal,
+Though the misery I betray.
+
+DEMON.  Come, confess the longed-for bliss.
+
+CYPRIAN.  I love a woman.
+
+DEMON.      And is this
+The impossible that you say?
+
+CYPRIAN.  If you knew her, you'd agree.
+
+DEMON.  Well, describe her, I'm resigned;
+Though I can't but smile to find
+What a coward you must be.
+
+CYPRIAN.  The fair cradle of the skies,
+Where the infant sun reposes,
+Ere he rises, decked with roses,
+Robed in snow, to dry heaven's eyes.
+The green prison-bud that tries
+To restrain the conscious rose,
+When the crimson captive knows
+April treads its gardens near,
+Turning dawn's half frozen tear
+To a smile where sunshine glows.
+The sweet streamlet gliding by,
+Though it scarcely dares to breathe
+Softest murmurs through its teeth,
+From the frosts that on it lie.
+The bright pink, in its small sky
+Shining like a coral star.
+The blithe bird that flies afar,
+Drest in shifting shades and blooms --
+Soaring cithern of plumes
+Harping high o'er heaven's blue bar.
+The white rock that cheats the sun
+When it tries to melt it down,
+What it melts is but the crown
+Which from winter's snow it won.
+The green bay that will not shun,
+Though the heavens are all aglow,
+For its feet a bath of snow,--
+Green Narcissus of the brook,
+Fearless leaning o'er to look,
+Though the stream runs chill below
+In a word, the crimson dawn,
+Sun, mead, streamlet, rosebud, May
+Bird that sings his amorous lay,
+April's laugh that gems the lawn,
+Pink that sips the dews up-drawn,
+Rock that stands in storm and shine,
+Bay-tree that delights to twine
+Round its fadeless leaves the sun,
+All are parts which met in one
+Form this woman most divine.
+For myself, in blind unrest,
+(Guess my madness if you can)
+I, to seem another man,
+In these courtly robes am drest,
+Studious calm I now detest,
+Fame no longer fires my mind,
+Passion reigns where thought refined,
+I my firmness fling to tears,
+Courage I resign to fears,
+And my hopes I give the wind.
+I have said, and so will do,
+That to some infernal sprite
+I would offer with delight
+(And the pledge I now renew)
+Even my soul for her I woo.
+But my offer is in vain,
+Hell rejects it with disdain,
+For my soul, it may allege,
+Is a disproportionate pledge
+For the interest I would gain.
+
+DEMON.  Is this, then your boasted courage,
+In the footsteps of dejected*
+Swains to follow, who grow timid
+When their first assault's rejected?
+Are examples then so distant
+Of fair ladies who surrender
+All their vanities to entreaties,
+All their pride to fond addresses?
+Would you make your breast the prison
+Of your love, your arms her fetters?
+
+
+[footnote] *Asonante in e-e to the end of the Act.
+
+
+CYPRIAN.  Can you doubt it?
+
+DEMON.      Then command them
+To retire, those two, your servants,
+So that we remain here only.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Go: both leave me for the present.
+
+MOSCON.  I obey.
+[Exit.
+
+CLARIN.      And I as well.--
+[Aside, concealing himself.
+Such a guest must be the devil.
+
+CYPRIAN.  They are gone.
+
+DEMON [aside].      That Clarin's hiding,
+Is to me of small concernment.
+
+CYPRIAN.  What more wish you now?
+
+DEMON.      First fasten
+Well this door.
+
+CYPRIAN.      Yes; none can enter.
+
+DEMON.  For the possession of this woman,
+With your lips you have asserted
+You would give your soul.
+
+CYPRIAN.      'Tis so.
+
+DEMON.  Then the contract is accepted.
+
+CYPRIAN.  What do you say?
+
+DEMON.      That I accept it.
+
+CYPRIAN.  How?
+
+DEMON.      So much have I effected
+By my science, that I will teach you
+How by it to get possession
+Of the woman that you worship;
+For I (though so wise and learned)
+Have no other means to win her.
+Let us now in writing settle
+What we have resolved between us.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Do you wish by new pretences
+To prolong the pains I suffer?
+In my hand is what I tender,
+But in yours is not the offer
+That you make me; no, for never
+Conjurations or enchantments
+Can free will control or fetter.
+
+DEMON.  Give me, on the terms you spoke of,
+Your signed bond.
+
+CLARIN.  [peeping].  The deuce!  This fellow
+Is no fool, I see.  No greenhorn
+In his business is this devil.
+I give him my bond!  No, truly,
+Though my lodgings wanted a tenant
+For the space of twenty ages,
+I wouldn't do it.
+
+CYPRIAN.      Sir, much jesting
+May with merry friends be pastime,
+Not with those who are dejected.
+
+DEMON.  I, in proof of what I am able
+To effect, will now present you
+With an example, though it faintly
+Shows the power my art possesses.
+From this gallery what is seen?
+
+CYPRIAN.  Much of sky, and much of meadow,
+Wood, a rivulet, and a mountain.
+
+DEMON.  Which to you doth seem most pleasant?
+
+CYPRIAN.  The proud mountain, for in it
+Is my adored one represented.
+
+DEMON.  Proud competitor of time,
+Rival of the years for ever,
+Who as king of fields and plains
+Crown'st thee with the cloud and tempest,
+Move thyself, change earth and air;
+Look, see who I am that tell thee.--
+And, look thou, too, since a mountain
+I can move, thou mayest a maiden.
+
+[The mountain moves from one side to the other in the perspective of
+the theatre.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Never saw I such a wonder!
+Ne'er a sight of so much terror!
+
+CLARIN [peeping].  With the fright and with the fear,
+I enjoy a twofold tremble.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Mighty mountain bird that fliest,
+Trees for wings replacing feathers,
+Boat, whose rocks supply the tackle,
+As thou furrowest through the zephyr,
+To thy centre back return thee,
+And so end this fear, this terror.
+
+[The mountain returns to its original position.
+
+DEMON.  If one proof is not sufficient,
+I will give you then a second.
+Do you wish to see the woman
+You adore?
+
+CYPRIAN.      Yes.
+
+DEMON.            Then, thy entrails
+Ope, thou monster, to whose being
+The four elements are servants.
+Show to us the perfect beauty
+That thou hidest in thy centre.
+[A rock opens and JUSTINA is seen sleeping.
+Is this she whom you adore?
+
+CYPRIAN.  Whom I idolize beyond measure.
+
+DEMON.  But since I have power to give her,
+I can take her too, remember.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Now impossible dream of mine,
+Now thy arms will be the centre
+Of my love, thy lips the sun,
+Burning, brimming as with nectar.
+
+DEMON.  Stay; for till the word you gave me
+Is affirmed, and well attested,
+You can touch her not.
+
+[CYPRIAN rushes towards the rock, which closes.
+CYPRIAN.      Oh, stay
+Cloud that hides the most resplendent
+Sun, that on my bliss e'er dawned!--
+But 'tis air my void arm presses.--
+I believe your art, acknowledge
+Now I am your slave for ever.
+What do you wish I do for thee?
+What do you ask?
+
+DEMON.      To be protected
+By your signature here written
+In your blood, at the foot of a letter.
+
+CLARIN [peeping].  Oh!  I'd give my soul that I
+To stay here had not been tempted.
+
+CYPRIAN.  For my pen I use this dagger,
+Paper let this white cloth serve for,
+And the ink wherewith I write it,
+Be the blood my arm presents me.
+[He writes with the point of a dagger upon a piece of linen, having
+drawn blood from one of his arms.
+
+CYPRIAN [Aside].  Oh! I freeze with fear, with horror!
+I, great Cyprian, say expressly
+I will give my immortal soul,
+(Oh! what lethargy, what frenzy!)
+Unto him whose art will teach me
+(What confusion! what strange terror!)
+How I may of fair Justina,
+Haughty mistress mine, possess me.
+I have signed it with my name.
+
+DEMON [aside].  Now to my deceits is rendered
+Valid homage, when such reason,
+When discourse like his must tremble
+Even when my help is sought for.--
+Have you written?
+
+CYPRIAN.      And signed the letter.
+
+DEMON.  Then the sun you adore is thine.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Thine too, for the years eternal,
+Is the soul I offer thee.
+
+DEMON.  Soul for soul I pay my debtors,
+Then for thine I give to thee
+Thy Justina's
+
+CYPRIAN.      In what term then,
+Think you you can teach to me
+All your magic art?
+
+DEMON.      A twelvemonth;
+But on this condition . . . .
+
+CYPRIAN.      Speak.
+
+DEMON.  That within a cavern buried,
+Without any other study,
+We may live there both together,
+In our service having no one
+For us two but this attendant,
+[Drags out CLARIN.
+Who being curious hid him here;--
+By securing thus his person
+That our secret is well kept,
+We, I think, may be quite certain.
+
+CLARIN [aside].  Oh, that I had never waited!
+How does it happen though, so many
+Neighbours prone to pry, as I am,
+Are not caught thus by the devil?
+
+CYPRIAN.  So far well.  My love, my genius
+Have this happy end effected:
+First Justina will be mine,
+Then by my new lights, new learning,
+I will wake the world's surprise.
+
+DEMON.  I have gained what I intended.
+
+CLARIN.  I not so.
+
+DEMON.      You come with us.--
+[Aside.
+O'er my great foe I've got the better.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Ah, how happy my desires,
+If I reach to such possession!--
+
+DEMON [aside].  Never will my envy rest
+Till I gain both souls to serve me.--
+Let us go, and in the deepest
+Cavern this wild world presenteth
+You to-day will learn in magic
+Your first lesson.
+
+CYPRIAN.      Let us enter,
+For my mind with such a master,
+For my love with such incentive,
+Will the sorcerer Cyprian's name
+Live before the world for ever.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+ACT THE THIRD.
+
+SCENE I.
+
+A WOOD; AT THE EXTREMITY A GROTTO.
+
+CYPRIAN.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Ungrateful beauty mine,
+At length the day, the happy day doth shine --
+My hope's remotest range,
+The limits of my love and of thy change,
+Since I to-day will gain
+At last my triumph over thy disdain.
+This lofty mountain nigh,
+Raised to the star-lit palace of the sky,
+And this dark cavern's gloom,
+Of two that live, so long the dismal tomb,
+Are the rough school wherein
+From magic art its mystic lore I win,
+And such perfection reach
+That I can now my mighty master teach.
+Seeing, that on this day, since I came here
+The sun completes its course from sphere to sphere,
+I from my prison cell come forth to view
+What in the light I now have power to do.
+Ye skies of cloudless day
+List to my magic spell-words and obey;
+Swift zephyrs that rejoice
+In heaven's warm light, stand still and hear my voice;
+Stupendous mountain rock
+Shake at my words as at an earthquake shock;
+Ye trees in rough bark drest
+Be frightened at the groanings of my breast;
+Ye flowers so fair and frail
+Faint at the echoing terror of my wail;
+Ye sweet melodious birds
+Hush all your songs before my awful words;
+Ye cruel beasts of prey
+See the first fruits of my long toil to-day;
+For blinded, dazzled, dazed,
+Confused, disturbed, astonished and amazed,
+Ye skies and zephyrs, rocks, and trees, and flowers,
+And birds, and beasts, behold my magic powers,
+And thus to all make plain
+Cyprian's infernal study is not vain.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+The Demon and CYPRIAN.
+
+DEMON.  Cyprian!
+
+CYPRIAN.      Wise friend and master still!
+
+DEMON.  Why, how is this, that using your free-will
+More than my precept meant,
+Say for what end, what object, what intent,
+Through ignorance or boldness can it be,
+You thus come forth the sun's bright face to see?
+
+CYPRIAN.  Seeing that now my spell
+Can fill with fear, with horror even hell,
+Since I, with so much care
+Have studied magic and its depths laid bare,
+So that yourself can scarcely tell
+Whether 'tis I or you that most excel,
+Seeing that now there is no place or part
+That I with study, diligence and art,
+have not attained,
+Since necromancy's secret I have gained,
+That art whose lines of gloom
+Can ope to me the dark funereal tomb,
+And bring before mine eyes
+Each corpse that in it lies,
+Regaining them, as 'twere by a new birth
+From the hard avarice of the grasping earth.
+The pale ghosts, one and all,
+Rise and respond my call;--
+And seeing that at length the sun
+My goal of life had won,
+Since from its innate force
+Swift-speeding on its course,
+Climbing the heavens each day,
+It turns as 'twere reluctantly away,
+And with a natural fear
+Completes to-day the lifetime of a year,
+I wish to attain the scope
+To last of all my dreams, of all my hope.
+To-day the rare, the beautiful, the divine
+Justina will be mine,
+Here summoned by my charms,
+Here lured by love she'll come unto my arms,
+For you from me no longer can require
+Postponement of my hope's, my heart's desire.
+
+DEMON.  Nor do I wish to do it, no,
+Since thus so earnestly you wish it so.
+Now trace upon the ground
+Mute mystic symbols, and the deep profound
+Of air, with powerful incantations move
+Obedient to your hope and to your love.
+
+CYPRIAN.  For that I will retire;
+You soon shall see the heaven and earth admire.
+[Exit.
+
+DEMON.  I give you leave to go,
+Because our science being the same, I know
+That the abyss of hell
+Obedient to your spell
+Will yield through me, this way,
+The fair Justina to your arms to-day:
+For, though my mighty power
+Cannot enslave free-will even for an hour,
+It may present
+The outward show of rapture and content,
+Suggesting thoughts impure:--
+If force I cannot use, at least I lure.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE III.
+
+CLARIN and The Demon.
+
+CLARIN.  Ungrateful fair, who still my heart doth hold,
+Not burning Libya sure, but Livia cold,
+The time is come to show
+Whether in love you have been true or no,
+Whether, since I within this cave was placed,
+Not chased by me you have yourself been chaste;
+For I have studied here
+At second hand some magic for a year,
+Just to find out (alack! I can't but wince)
+Whether with Moscon you have wronged me since:--
+Ye watery skies (some people call them pure)
+List to my conjurations I conjure,
+Mountains . . . .
+
+DEMON.      How, Clarin?
+
+CLARIN.            Oh! my master wise!
+By the concomitance of my hands and eyes,
+I've learned some magic, and would know by it
+If Livia, that ungrateful little chit,
+Has played me false since I have been away,
+Embracing that rogue Moscon on my day.
+
+DEMON.  Have done with these buffooneries: leave me, go.
+And 'mid these intricate rocks whose paths you know,
+Assist your master, who will let you see
+(If you would witness such a prodigy)
+The end of all his woe.
+I wish to be alone.
+
+CLARIN.      And I not so.
+I now perceive
+Why to use magic I have not your leave,
+The fault was mine, neglecting to attest
+My bond, and sign it with the blood of my breast.--
+[He takes out a soiled pocket-handkerchief.
+Upon this linen handkerchief
+(None cleaner he can have who cries for grief)
+I'll sign it now, the method I propose
+Is but to give myself a box on the nose,
+For there is little harm
+Whether the blood is drawn from nose or arm.
+[He writes with his finger on the handkerchief, after having drawn some blood.
+I, the great Clarin, say, if I can level
+Pert Livia's cruel pride, whom I give to the devil . . . .
+
+DEMON.  Leave me, I say again,
+Go seek your master and with him remain.
+
+CLARIN.  Yes, I will do so, don't get angry though.
+The reason you reject my bond I know:
+'Tis this, because you see,
+Do what I will that you are sure of me.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+The Demon.
+
+DEMON.  Abyss of hell prepare!
+Thyself the region of thine own despair.--
+From out each dungeon's dark recess
+Let loose the spirits of voluptuousness,
+To rain and o'erthrow
+Justina's virgin fabric pure as snow.
+A thousand filthy phantoms with thee brought
+So people her chaste thought
+That all her maiden fancies may be filled
+With their deceits; let sweetest notes be trilled
+From every tuneful grove,
+And all, birds, plants, and flowers, provoke to love.
+Let nothing meet her eyes
+But spoils of love's delicious victories,
+Let nothing meet her ears
+But languid sighs that listening passion hears:
+That thus unguarded by the faith, and weak,
+She here may Cyprian seek
+Invoked by his strong spell,
+And by my blinding spirit lured as well.
+Begin, in silence I will here remain
+Unseen, that you may now begin the strain.
+[Exit.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE V.
+
+JUSTINA; music within.  [They sing within.]
+
+A VOICE.  What is the glory far above,
+All else that life can give?
+
+CHORUS OF VARIOUS VOICES.  Love love.
+
+A VOICE.  No creature lives on which love's flame
+Has not impressed its burning seal,
+The man feels more who love doth feel
+Than when Life's breath first warmed his frame.
+Love owns one universal claim,--
+To Love, it only needs To Be,--
+Whether a bird, a flower, a tree:
+Then the chief glory, far above
+All else in life must be . . . .
+
+CHORUS [within].      Love, love.
+
+JUSTINA [alarmed and restless].  Fancy, flatter that thou art,
+Though thou should'st be sad to-day,
+When did I to thee impart,
+In this strange and sudden way,
+Licence to afflict my heart?
+What thus makes my pulses move?
+What strange fire is this I prove
+Which each moment doth increase?
+Ah! this pain that ends my peace,
+This sweet unrest, ah, what?
+
+CHORUS.      Love, love.
+
+JUSTINA [more composed].  'Tis that enamoured nightingale
+Who thus gives me the reply:--
+To his partner in the vale
+Listening on a bough hard by
+Warbling thus his tuneful wail.
+Cease, sweet nightingale, nor show
+By thy softly witching strain
+Trilling forth thy bliss and woe,
+How a man might feel love's pain,
+When a bird can feel his so.
+No: it was that wanton vine
+That in fond pursuit has sought
+The tall tree it doth entwine,
+Till the green weight it hath brought
+Makes the noble trunk decline.
+Green entwining boughs that hold
+What you love in your embrace,
+Make my fancy not too bold:--
+Ah, if boughs thus interlace,
+How would clasping arms infold!--
+And if not the vine, 'twill be
+That bright sunflower which we see
+Turning with its tearful eyes
+To its sun-god in the skies,
+Whatsoe'er his movements be.
+Flower thy watch no longer keep,
+Drooping leaflets fold in sleep,
+For the fond thought reappears,
+Ah, if leaves can shed such tears,
+What are those that eyes can weep!
+Cease then, lyrist of the grove,
+Leafy vine, unclasp thy arms,
+Fickle flower, no longer move,
+And declare, these poisoned charms
+That you use, what yields?
+
+CHORUS [within].      Love, love.
+
+JUSTINA.  Love! it cannot be.  Its chain
+Have I ever worn for man?
+No, the fond deceit is vain.
+All received a like disdain,
+Lelius, Florus, Cyprian.
+Lelius did I not despise?
+Florus did I not detest?
+Cyprian, the good and wise,
+[She pauses at Cyprian's name and resumes for a time her unquiet manner.
+Spurn with such a haughty breast,
+That he vanished from my eyes,
+As if frightened by their ire?--
+Where he went I do not know.
+But save this, the faintest fire
+Love e'er lit, ne'er dared to glow
+In the depths of my desire.
+Yes, for since I said that he
+Should submit without appeal
+Never more my face to see,
+Ah, I know and what I feel!--
+[She grows calmer.
+Pity it must surely be,
+That a man so widely known
+Should through love of me be lost,
+When he pays at such a cost
+For the preference he has shown.
+[She becomes troubled again.
+Were it pity though, 'tis true,
+The same pity I should give
+Lelius and to Florus too,
+Who in separate dungeons live,
+Ah! for daring me to woo.
+[She grows calmer.
+But my thoughts, ye mutinous crew,
+If my pity is enough
+It should not be clogged by you.
+Still your promptings press me so,
+That I feel in my despair,
+Where he is, if I could know,
+I to seek him now would go.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE VI.
+
+The Demon and JUSTINA.
+
+DEMON.  Come, and I will tell thee where.
+
+JUSTINA.  Who art thou who has procured
+Entrance to this lone retreat,
+Though the entrance is secured?
+Or, my senses being obscured,
+Art thou but delusion's cheat?
+
+DEMON.  No, not so; but having known
+How this passion pressed thee so,
+I have sought thee here alone,
+Having promised thee to show
+Whither Cyprian has flown.
+
+JUSTINA.  Then thou'lt reach not thy intent;
+For this passion, this strange pain,
+Which my thought doth so torment,
+Though my fancy it may gain,
+It will never my consent.
+
+DEMON.  But in thought to enter in
+Shows that half the deed is done;
+Since accomplished is the sin:--
+Stop not halfway, ere is won
+What the wish desired to win.
+
+JUSTINA.  Even in this desponding hour,
+Though to think may taint the flower,
+Thy suggestion comes to nought,--
+In my power is not my thought
+But my act is in my power.
+I can follow to the brink,
+Free to pause or to pursue,
+Move my foot, or backward shrink,
+For it is one thing to do,
+And another thing to think.
+
+DEMON.  If a stronger power than thine,
+Drawn from a profounder source,
+With thine own desires combine,
+How resist the double force
+Which with force thy steps incline?
+
+JUSTINA.  I will trust a safer spell:--
+My free will suffices me.
+
+DEMON.  But my power will it excel.
+
+JUSTINA.  Then the will no more were free
+If a force could it compel.
+
+DEMON.  Come where every bliss thou'lt meet.
+[Attempts to draw her with him, but cannot move her.
+
+JUSTINA.  Ah! the bliss were bought too dear.
+
+DEMON.  It is peace, serene and sweet.
+
+JUSTINA.  'Tis a slavery most severe.
+
+DEMON.  Life, 'tis joy.
+
+JUSTINA.      'Tis death, deceit.
+
+DEMON.  Thy defence, what can it be,
+If my power thus forces thee?
+[Drags her with more force.
+
+JUSTINA.  In my God it doth consist.
+
+DEMON.  By persisting to resist,
+[Releases her.
+Woman, thou has conquered me.
+Thy defence to God is due,
+And my counsel is disdained;
+Yes, but raging I'll renew
+My attempt and have thee feigned,
+If I cannot have thee true.
+To a spirit I will give
+Shape like thine though fugitive,
+It will counterfeit thy form,
+As with seeming life be warm,
+And in it disgraced thou'lt live.
+Thus two triumphs at one time
+I am sure to win by this,
+Be thy virtue so sublime,
+Since through an ideal bliss
+I will consummate a crime.
+[Exit.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE VII.
+
+JUSTINA.
+
+JUSTINA.  'Gainst the clouds that round me lower
+I appeal to heaven's high power;
+Let this spectre of my fame --
+As before the wind the flame --
+As before the frost the flower,
+Vanish, die . . . . But woe is me!
+Who is here to heed my moan?
+Was there not a man with me?
+Yes.  But no:  I am alone:
+No.  But yes:  for I could see.
+Where so quickly could he fly?
+Was he born of my unrest?
+Oh! my danger's manifest . . .
+Father! friend!  Lysander!  I
+Call . . . .
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE VIII.
+
+LYSANDER and LIVIA enter from opposite doors. -- JUSTINA.
+
+LYSANDER.  My child?
+
+LIVIA.      What means this cry?
+
+JUSTINA.  Saw you not a man (ah, me!)
+Who but left me instantly?
+I can scarce express my thought.
+
+LYSANDER.  A man here?
+
+JUSTINA.      You saw him not?
+
+LIVIA.  No, senora.
+
+JUSTINA.      I could see.
+
+LYSANDER.  Saw a man here?  That is hard,
+When the place was locked and barred.
+
+LIVIA [aside].  Moscon sure she must have seen,
+Whom I have contrived to screen
+In my changer.
+
+LYSANDER.      I regard
+What you saw but as the play
+Of your fancy and your fear.
+Melancholy surely may
+Have, the man that you saw here,
+Formed from atoms of the day.
+
+LIVIA.  Yes, I think my master's right.
+
+JUSTINA.  No, 'twas no defect of sight,
+No illusion: since my heart,--
+Ah! too well I feel the smart --
+Has been broken by the fright.
+Some strange witchery of my will
+Must have been effected here.
+And with such consummate skill,
+That if God had not been near
+I might have pursued my ill.
+He who at such timely hour
+Helped me to resist the power
+Of this fearful violence,
+Will my humble innocence
+Guard, whatever dangers lower.--
+Livia, my cloak:  whene'er
+[Exit LIVIA.
+Overwhelming griefs oppress,
+I to holy church repair,
+Where we secretly confess
+The true faith.
+[LIVIA returns with the cloak, which she places on JUSTINA.
+LIVIA.      'Tis this you wear.
+
+JUSTINA.  There perchance I may appease
+This strange fire that burns me so.
+
+LYSANDER.  I desire with thee to go.
+
+LIVIA [aside].  I will breathe much more at ease
+When they're out of the house, I know.
+
+JUSTINA.  Since I wholly trust to thee
+Heaven, thy hold to me afford.
+Save me . . . .
+
+LYSANDER.      Come: so it may be.
+
+JUSTINA.  Since the cause is thine, O Lord!
+Oh, defend Thyself and me!
+[Exeunt JUSTINA and LYSANDER.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE IX.
+
+MOSCON and LIVIA.
+
+MOSCON.  Have they gone?
+
+LIVIA.      They're gone: all right.
+
+MOSCON.  Why, I'm almost dead with fright.
+
+LIVIA.  Were you of your sense bereft
+When but now my room you left
+And appeared before her sight?
+
+MOSCON.  Left your room?  Be seen by her?
+Why, I swear it, Livia dear,
+Not one moment did I stir.
+
+LIVIA.  Who then was it she saw here?
+
+MOSCON.  Well, the devil, as I infer.
+How know I?  But then do not
+Take it so to heart, my soul.
+
+LIVIA.  Oh! that's not the cause.
+[She weeps.
+
+MOSCON.      Then what?
+
+LIVIA.  Such a question, when the whole
+Of a day it was his lot
+With me here locked up to stay?
+For his comrade far away
+Must I not a tear then shed,
+Though I take this day instead,
+Having wept not yesterday?
+Would I have him think of me
+As a woman who could be
+So forgetful and so frail,
+As for half a year to fail
+In what we did both agree?
+
+MOSCON.  Half a year?  It is above
+One whole year since he went away.
+
+LIVIA.  Quite an error, as I'll prove.
+Mind, I cannot count a day
+When I Clarin could not love.
+This being so, if I to thee
+Gave up half the year (ah me!),
+I would give a false amount
+To place all to his account.
+
+MOSCON.  Ah, ungrateful! can it be
+When my heart on thee depends
+For its peace, that thine attends
+To such trifles?
+
+LIVIA.      Moscon, yes,
+For I find, I must confess,
+Short accounts make longest friends.
+
+MOSCON.  Such being then thy constancy,
+Livia, I must say good-bye,
+Till to-morrow.  Ah! if he
+Is thy two-day fever, I
+Hope he's not thy syncope.
+
+LIVIA.  Well, my friend, from this you know
+I no malice bear.
+
+MOSCON.      Just so.
+
+LIVIA.  See me then no more to-day,
+But to-morrow, sir, you may:
+I'll not need to send.  Heigho!
+[Exeunt.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE X.
+
+A WOOD.
+
+CYPRIAN, as frightened; CLARIN, stealthily after him.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Doubtless something must have happened
+'Mong the stars; imperial clusters,*
+Since I find their influences
+To my wishes so repugnant.
+Up from the profound abysses
+Some dark caveat must be uttered,
+Which prohibits the obedience
+Which they owe me as my subjects.
+I, a thousand times, with spell-words
+Made the winds of heaven to shudder,
+I, a thousand times, the bosom
+Of the earth with symbols furrowed,
+Yet mine eyes have not been gladdened
+By the human sun refulgent
+That I seek, nor in mine arms
+Hold that human heaven.
+
+
+[footnote] *'Asonante' in 'u-e' to the end of Scene XV.
+
+
+CLARIN.      What wonder?
+When a thousand times have I
+Scraped the earth as if for nuggets,
+When a thousand times the wind
+By my screeching was perturbed,
+And yet Livia was oblivious.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Once again then I am humbled
+To invoke her thus.  Oh, listen,
+Beautiful Justina . . . .
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XI.
+
+A phantom Figure of JUSTINA appears.
+
+The Figure, CYPRIAN, and CLARIN.
+
+FIGURE.      Summoned,
+As I wander through these mountains,
+I obey a call so urgent.
+What, then, wouldst thou? what, then, wouldst thou,
+Cyprian, with me?
+
+CYPRIAN.      Oh, I shudder!
+
+FIGURE.  And since now . . . .
+
+CYPRIAN.      I am astonished!
+
+FIGURE.  I have come . . . .
+
+CYPRIAN.      What thus disturbs me?
+
+FIGURE.  To this place  . . . .
+
+CYPRIAN.      What makes me tremble?
+
+FIGURE.  Where . . . .
+
+CYPRIAN.      Oh! whence this doubt that numbs me?
+
+FIGURE.  Love doth call me . . . .
+
+CYPRIAN.      Why, this terror?
+
+FIGURE.  And the powerful spell thou workest
+Thus complied with, to this forest's
+Deepest depths I fly to shun thee.
+[Exit, covering her face with the cloak.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Listen, hear me, stay, Justina!
+But why linger spell-bound, stunned here?
+I'll pursue her, and this forest,
+Whither by my spells conducted
+She has flown, will be the leafy
+Theatre, the rude-constructed
+Bride-bed of the strangest bridal
+Heaven e'er witnessed.
+[Exit.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XII.
+
+CLARIN.      Stop:  Renuncio
+Bride like this who smells of smoke
+Stronger than a blacksmith's furnace.
+But perhaps the incantation,
+Being so extremely sudden,
+Caught her leaning o'er the lye-tub,
+If not cooking tripe for supper.
+No.  Thus cloaked and in a kitchen!
+That excuse won't do: another
+Let me try.  (I have it now,
+For an honourable woman
+Never smells then any sweeter,)
+She with fright must have been flustered.--
+He has overtaken her now,
+And from that rude vale uncultured,
+Struggling in closed clasping arms,
+(For I think when lovers struggle,
+Open arms are not the weapon
+Even for the lustiest lover,)
+To this very spot they come:
+I will watch them under cover,
+For I wish for once to witness
+How young women are abducted.
+[Conceals himself.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XIII.
+
+CYPRIAN embracing the Figure of JUSTINA, which he carries in his arms.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Now, O beautiful Justina,
+In this sweet and secret covert,
+Where no beam of sun can enter,
+Nor the breeze of heaven blow roughly,
+Now the trophy of thy beauty
+Makes my magic toils triumphant,
+For here folding thee, no longer
+Have I need to fear disturbance.
+Fair Justina, thou hast cost me
+Even my soul.  But in my judgment,
+Since the gain has been so glorious,
+Not so dear has been the purchase.
+Oh! unveil thyself, fair goddess,
+Not in the clouds obscure and murky,
+Not in vapours hide the sun,
+Show its golden rays refulgent.
+[He draws aside the cloak and discovers a skeleton.
+But, O woe! what's this I see!
+Is it a cold corse, mute, pulseless,
+That within its arms expects me?
+Who, in one brief moment's compass,
+Could upon these faded features,
+Pallid, motionless, and shrunken,
+Have extinguished the bright beauties
+Of the blush rose and the purple?
+
+THE SKELETON.  Cyprian, such are all the glories
+Of the world that you so covet.
+[The Skeleton disappears.  CLARIN rushes in frightened, and embraces CYPRIAN.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XIV.
+
+CLARIN and CYPRIAN.
+
+CLARIN.  Fear, for any one who wants it,
+Wholesale or retail I'll furnish.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Stay! funereal shadow, stay!
+Now for other ends I urge thee.
+
+CLARIN.  I am a funereal body:--
+Don't you see it by my bulk here?
+
+CYPRIAN.  Ah! who are you?
+
+CLARIN.      Who I am, sir,
+Or am not, myself doth puzzle.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Did you in the air's void spaces,
+Or earth's caverns yawning under,
+See an icy corse here vanish,
+See to dust and ashes turning
+All the freshness and the beauty
+That it promised in its coming?
+
+CLARIN.  Do you take me, sir, for one
+Of those pitiful poor lurkers
+Men call spies?
+
+CYPRIAN.      What could it be?
+
+CLARIN.  And not be, in such a hurry.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Let us seek it.
+
+CLARIN.      Let's not seek it.
+
+CYPRIAN.  I must sift this matter further.
+
+CLARIN.  I would rather not.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XV.
+
+The Demon, CYPRIAN, and CLARIN.
+
+DEMON [aside].      Just heavens,
+If my nature, in conjunction,
+Once possessed both grace and science,
+When 'mongst angels I was numbered,
+Grace alone is what I've lost,
+Science no.  Then why unjustly,
+If 'tis so, deprive my science
+Of its proper power and function?
+
+CYPRIAN.  Lucifer, wise master mine.
+
+CLARIN.  Pray don't call him: for he'll come here
+In another corse, I warrant.
+
+DEMON.  Speak, what would you?
+
+CYPRIAN.      The annulling,
+The redemption of those pledges,
+At whose very thought I shudder.
+
+CLARIN.  As I don't redeem my pledges,
+I'll slip off here through the bushes.
+[Exit.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XVI.
+
+CYPRIAN and The Demon.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Scarcely o'er earth's wounded bosom
+Had I the true spell-word uttered,
+When in the ensuing action,
+She, of all my dreams the subject,
+My adored, divine Justina . . . .
+But why take the useless trouble,
+That to tell you know already?
+I embraced her, would unmuffle
+Her fair face, when (woe is me!)
+In her beauty I discovered
+A gaunt skeleton, a statue,
+A pale image, a sepulchral
+Show of death, which in these measured
+Words thus spoke (even yet I shudder),
+"Cyprian, such are all the glories
+Of the world that you so covet."--
+To assert, that on thy magic
+As expressed by me, the burden
+Of the fault should lie, is vain,
+For I, point by point, so worked it,
+That of all its silent symbols
+There was not a line but somewhere
+Had its place, of all its spell-words
+Not one word that was not uttered.
+Then, 'tis plain thou has deceived me,
+For though acting as instructed,
+I but found an empty phantom
+Where I sought a blissful substance.
+
+DEMON.  Cyprian, this defect from thee,
+Nor from me, in truth, resulted:
+Not from thee, because the magic
+Thou didst exercise with subtle
+Thought and skill; and not from me,
+For I could not teach thee further.
+From a higher cause, believe me,
+Came this injury thou hast suffered.
+But be not cast down: for I,
+Who in tranquil rest would lull thee,
+Will to thee unite Justina,
+By a different way and juster.
+
+CYPRIAN.  That is not my intention now.
+For this strange event has struck me
+With such terror and confusion,
+That thy ways I do not covet.
+And since thou has not complied with
+The conditions, the assumptions
+Of my love, I only ask thee,
+Now that from thy face I'm rushing,
+As the contract is annulled,
+That my bond thou shouldst return me.
+
+DEMON.  What I promised was to teach thee,
+By a course of secret study,
+How to draw to thee Justina
+By the potent power impulsive
+Of thy words: and since the wind
+Here Justina hath conducted,
+I have then fulfilled my contract,
+I have kept my plighted word then.
+
+CYPRIAN.  What was offered to my love
+Was that I should surely pluck here
+The sweet fruit whose seeds my hope
+Had to these wild wastes entrusted.
+
+DEMON.  Cyprian, I was only bound
+Her to bring here.
+
+CYPRIAN.      A mere shuffle:
+To my arms you swore to give her.
+
+DEMON.  In thy arms I saw her struggle.
+
+CYPRIAN.  'Twas a phantom.
+
+DEMON.      'Twas a portent.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Worked by whom?
+
+DEMON.      By one who worked it
+To protect her.
+
+CYPRIAN.      Who was he?
+
+DEMON [trembling].  I don't wish the name to utter.
+
+CYPRIAN.  I will turn my magic science
+'Gainst thyself.  By its compulsion
+Speak, inform me who he is.
+
+DEMON.  Well, a god who takes this trouble
+For Justina.
+
+CYPRIAN.      What's one God,
+When of gods there's such a number?
+
+DEMON.  All their power in Him is centred.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Then One only, sole and sovereign,
+Must He be, whose single will
+Their united wills outworketh.
+
+DEMON.  I know nothing, I know nothing.
+
+CYPRIAN.  I renounce then with my utmost
+Power the pact that I made with thee;
+What compelled Him (this I urge thee
+In that God's great name) to guard her?
+
+DEMON [after having struggled ineffectually not to say it].  To
+preserve her pure, unsullied.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Then He is the sovereign goodness
+Since a wrong He will not suffer.
+But if she remained here hidden
+Say what loss would have resulted?
+
+DEMON.  Loss of honour, if the secret
+Leaked out to the gossiping vulgar.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Then that God must be all sight,
+Since he could foresee these trouble.
+But, why could not thy enchantment
+Be as potent and consummate?
+
+DEMON.  Ah!  His power is ampler, fuller.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Then that God must be all hands,
+Since whate'er He wills He worketh.
+Tell me then who is that God,
+Whom to-day I have discovered
+The supreme of good to be,
+The Creator, the Annuller,
+The Omniscient, the All-seeing,
+Whom I've sought for years unnumbered?
+
+DEMON.  Him I know not.
+
+CYPRIAN.      Speak, who is He?
+
+DEMON.  As I speak it, how I shudder!
+He -- He is the God of the Christians.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Say what moved Him to obstruct me
+In my wish?
+
+DEMON.      Her Christian faith.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Does He guard so those who love Him?
+
+DEMON.  Yes; but now too late, too late,
+Dost thou hope to gain His succour,
+Since, in being my slave, thou canst not
+Claim the privilege of His subject.
+
+CYPRIAN.  I thy slave?
+
+DEMON.      In my possession
+Is thy signature.
+
+CYPRIAN.      I'll struggle
+To regain it from thee, since
+'Twas conditional at the utmost.
+I don't doubt I will get it.
+
+DEMON.      How?
+
+CYPRIAN.  In this way.
+[He draws his sword, strikes at The Demon, but cannot touch him.
+
+DEMON.      Although the lunges
+Of thy naked sword against me
+Are well aimed, thou hast not struck me,
+Fierce as were thy blows.  And now,
+Even in more despair to plunge thee,
+I would have thee learn at least
+That the Devil is thy instructor.
+
+CYPRIAN.  What do you say?
+
+DEMON.      That I am he.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Oh! to hear thee how I shudder!--
+
+DEMON.  Not alone a slave art thou,
+But MY slave; be that thy comfort.
+
+CYPRIAN.  I the slave of the Devil!  I
+Own a master so unworthy?
+
+DEMON.  Yes; for since thy soul thou gav'st me,
+Thenceforth it to me was subject.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Is there then no gleam of hope,
+No appeal, no aid, no succour,
+By which I so great a crime
+Can blot out?
+
+DEMON.      No.
+
+CYPRIAN.            Why doubt further?
+Let not this sharp sword rest idly
+In my hand, but swiftly cutting
+Through my breast, become the willing
+Instrument of mine own murder.
+But what say I?  He who could
+Snatch Justina from thy clutches,
+Can He not, too, rescue me?
+
+DEMON.  No.  By choice thou wert a culprit,
+And He does not favour crimes,
+Virtues only.
+
+CYPRIAN.      If the summit
+Of all power He be, to pardon
+Is as easy as to punish.
+
+DEMON.  He rewardeth by His power,
+He chastiseth from His justice.
+
+CYPRIAN.  One who yields He'll not chastise.
+I am one, since I am humbled.
+
+DEMON.  Thou art mine, my slave: no master
+Canst thou have but me.
+
+CYPRIAN.      I trust not.
+
+DEMON.  How, when still in my possession
+Is that bond of thine, that bloody
+Scroll inscribed by thine own hand?
+
+CYPRIAN.  He who is supreme and sovereign,
+And depends not on another,
+Will yet bear me through triumphant.
+
+DEMON.  In what way?
+
+CYPRIAN.      He is all sight,
+And will see the fitting juncture.
+
+DEMON.  It I hold.
+
+CYPRIAN.      He is all hands,
+And will burst my bonds asunder.
+
+DEMON.  Ere that comes I'll see thee dead:
+Thus my clasping arms shall crush thee.
+
+[They struggle together.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Thou great God, the Christians' God,
+Oh, assist me in this struggle!
+
+DEMON [flinging CYPRIAN from his arms].  It is He who has saved thy life.
+
+CYPRIAN.  More He'll do since I seek Him humbly.
+[Exeunt.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XVII.
+
+HALL IN THE PALACE OF THE GOVERNOR.
+
+The Governor, FABIUS, and Soldiers.
+
+GOVERNOR.  How then was the capture made?
+
+FABIUS.  In their church, as we suspected,
+We discovered them collected,
+Where before their God they prayed.
+With an armed guard I traced them
+To this secret sacred hall,
+Made them prisoners one and all,
+And in different prisons placed them.
+But, your patience not to tire,
+The chief point I may declare,--
+Captured is Justina fair,
+And Lysander her old sire.
+
+GOVERNOR.  If for gold, a fair pretence,
+If for rank, you would not miss,
+Wherefore bring me news like this
+And not claim your recompense?
+
+FABIUS.  If you deign to value thus
+My poor service you may pay it.
+
+GOVERNOR.  How?
+
+FABIUS.      With great respect I say it,
+Florus free, and Lelius.
+
+GOVERNOR.  Though I seemed austere and cold,
+Them chastising without pity
+To strike terror through the city,
+Yet if the whole truth were told,
+Then the cause were plain why they
+Have been prisoned a whole year.
+It is this, a father's fear
+Lelius would preserve this way.
+Florus was his rival, he
+Had a host of powerful friends,
+Each was jealous, and his ends
+Would attain whate'er might be.
+I was fearful a collision
+Would ensue if they should meet,
+So I thought it more discreet
+Not to come to a decision.
+So with this intent I sought
+Some pretext, Justina's face
+To expel from out this place,
+But I could discover nought.
+But since this event to-day,
+With her damaged character,
+Gives a right to banish her,
+Nay, to take her life away,
+Let them be released.  No fear
+Need you have about their fate;
+Go, and Lelius liberate,
+Go, and Florus bring me here.
+
+FABIUS.  Myriad times I kiss thy feet
+For a favour so immense.
+[Exit.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XVIII.
+
+The Governor and Soldiers.
+
+GOVERNOR.  And since now this fair pretence,
+This hypocritical deceit,
+In my power at last doth lie,
+Wherefore my revenge postpone
+For the sorrows I have known
+Through her fault?  Yes, she shall die
+By the bloody headsman's hand.
+[To a Soldier.
+Bring her hither in my name.
+Let her punishment and shame
+Be a terror to the land.
+Let the palace she thought sweet
+But her scaffold scene present.
+[Exit the Soldier with others.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XIX.
+
+FABIUS, LELIUS, and FLORUS. -- THE SAME.
+
+FABIUS.  Sir, the two for whom you sent
+Here are kneeling at your feet.
+
+LELIUS.  I, whose wish it is to be
+Welcomed as thy son this time,
+With no consciousness of crime
+Do not see a judge in thee,
+I an angry sire may see
+With a son's respectful fear
+And obedience.
+
+FLORUS.      Being here, I infer that it must be
+(Though no guilt can I discern)
+Thy chastising hand to feel.
+See.  Submissive here I kneel.
+
+GOVERNOR.  Lelius, Florus, I was stern,
+Justly stern against ye two,
+For as judge or father I
+Could not unchastised pass by
+Your offence.  But then I knew
+That in noble hearts the feeling
+Of resentment does not last,
+And as now the cause is past,
+I resolved, to both appealing,
+Friends to make of you once more.
+So to consecrate the tie
+Now embrace in amity.
+
+LELIUS.  I am glad that, as of yore,
+Florus is my friend to-day.
+
+FLORUS.  That thou'rt mine this act may show.
+Here's my hand.
+
+GOVERNOR.      This being so,
+You are free to go or stay:--
+When I tell you of the sad
+Fall of her you once admired,
+Northing further is required.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XX.
+
+The Demon, a crowd of People. -- THE SAME.
+
+DEMON [within].  Ware! beware!  He's mad! he's mad!
+
+GOVERNOR.  What is this?
+
+LELIUS.      I'll go and see.
+[He goes to the door, and after a pause returns.
+
+GOVERNOR.  In this palace hall these cries,
+From what cause can they arise?
+
+FLORUS.  Something serious it must be.
+
+LELIUS.  This confusion is occasioned
+(Hear a singular adventure),
+Sir, by Cyprian, who being absent
+Many days again has entered*
+Antioch completely mad.
+
+
+[footnote] *Asonante in e-e which continues to the end.
+
+
+FLORUS.  It was doubtless the fine essence
+Of his mind that thus has brought him
+To this lamentable ending.
+
+PEOPLE [within].  Ware the madman! ware the madman!
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XXI.
+
+CYPRIAN, half naked; People. -- THE SAME.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Never was I more collected;
+It is you yourselves are mad.
+
+GOVERNOR.  Cyprian, what is all this ferment?
+
+CYPRIAN.  Governor of Antioch,
+Viceroy of great Caesar Decius,
+Florus, Lelius, my young friends,
+Whom I valued and respected,
+Proud nobility, great people,
+To my words be all attentive:
+I am Cyprian, I am he
+Once so studious, and so learned,
+I the wonder of the schools,
+Of the sciences the centre.
+What I gained from all my studies
+Was one doubt, a doubt that never
+Left my wildered mind a moment,
+Ever troubling and perplexing.
+I Justina saw, and seeing,
+To her charms my soul surrendered,
+And for soft voluptuous Venus
+Left the wise and learn'd Minerva.
+Baffled by Justina's virtue,
+I, pursuing though rejected,
+And from one extreme to another
+Passing on as passion led me,
+To my guest, who from the sea
+Found my feet a port of shelter,
+For Justina pledged my soul,
+Since at once he charmed my senses
+And my intellect, by giving
+Love its hopes, and thought its treasures.
+From that hour, as his disciple
+Lived I in these lonely deserts,
+And to his laborious teaching
+I am for a power indebted,
+By which I can move even mountains
+And in different places set them:
+Yet although these mighty wonders
+I can do to-day, I'm helpless
+By the voice of my desire
+To draw towards me one fair vestal.
+And the cause why I am powerless
+To subdue that beauteous virgin
+Is that by a God she's guarded,
+Whom, now knowing by His blessed
+Grace bestowed, I come to acknowledge
+As the Infinite, the Eternal.
+Yes, the great God of the Christians
+I now openly confess here.
+And though true it is I am
+Still of hell the slave and servant,
+Having with my very blood
+Signed a certain secret cedule,
+Yet my blood that blood may blot out
+In the martyrdom I'm expecting.
+If you are a judge, if Christians
+You pursue with bloody vengeance,
+I am one: for in these mountains
+A grave venerable elder
+The first sacrament conferring
+With its sacred sign impressed me.
+This being so, why wait?  Your orders
+Give unto the bloody headsman,
+Tell him here to strike this neck
+And from it my head dissever.
+Try my firmness as you will,
+For I, resolute and determined,
+Will endure a thousand deaths
+Since this truth at last I've learned,
+That without the great God, whom
+Now I seek, adore, and reverence,
+Human glories are but ashes,
+Dust, smoke, wind, delusive, empty.
+[He falls as if in a swoon, with his face to the ground.
+
+GOVERNOR.  So absorbed, so lost in wonder,
+Cyprian, has thy daring left me,
+That considering modes of torture
+I have yet not one selected.
+Rise.  Bestir thee.
+[Spurns him with his foot.
+
+FLORUS.      As a statue
+Formed of ice he lies extended
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XXII.
+
+Soldiers, JUSTINA. -- THE SAME.
+
+A SOLDIER.  Here, your Highness, is Justina.
+
+GOVERNOR [aside].  I must go, her face unnerves me.--
+With this living corse here lying
+[Aside to his retinue.
+Let us leave her for the present.
+For the two being here confined,
+It may alter their intentions,
+Seeing that they are condemned
+Both to die: if not, 'tis certain,
+That unless they adore our gods
+Frightful torments soon shall end them.
+
+LELIUS [aside].  I remain 'twixt love and fear
+Quite bewildered and suspended.
+
+FLORUS [aside].  So affected have I been,
+I scarce know what most affects me.
+
+[Exeunt all, except JUSTINA.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XXIII.
+
+JUSTINA; CYPRIAN, insensible on the ground.
+
+JUSTINA.  What! without a word you leave me?
+When I come here, calm, contented,
+Even to die.  Ah! wishing death,
+Am I then of death prevented?--
+[She perceives CYPRIAN.
+But my punishment is, doubtless,
+Thus locked up to face the terrors
+Of a slow and lingering death,
+With the body of this wretch here
+Left alone, my sole companion
+Being a corse.  O thou, re-entered
+Into thy original earth,
+Happy wert thou, if thy sentence
+Was passed on thee for the faith
+I adore!
+
+CYPRIAN [recovering consciousness].      O proud avenger
+Of your gods, why wait, the thread
+Of my life to cut? . . .
+[He perceives JUSTINA, and rises.
+       Heaven bless me!--
+[Aside.
+Can I trust my eyes?  Justina!
+
+JUSTINA [aside].  Cyprian, do I see?  O Heaven!
+
+CYPRIAN [aside].  No, it is not she, my thought
+Fills the void air with her presence.
+
+JUSTINA [aside].  No, it is not he, the wind
+Forms this phantom to divert me.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Shadow of my fantasy . . .
+
+JUSTINA.  Of my wish, delusive spectre . . .
+
+CYPRIAN.  Terror of my startled senses . . .
+
+JUSTINA.  Horror of my heart's dejection . . .
+
+CYPRIAN.  What, then, wouldst thou?
+
+JUSTINA.      What, then, wouldst thou?
+
+CYPRIAN.  I invoked thee not.  What errand
+Has thou come on?
+
+JUSTINA.      Why thus seek me?
+I to thee no thought directed.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Ah!  I sought thee not, Justina.
+
+JUSTINA.  Nor here at thy call I entered.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Then why here?
+
+JUSTINA.      I am a prisoner.--
+Thou?
+
+CYPRIAN.      I, too, have been arrested.
+But, Justina, say what crime
+Could thy virtue have effected?
+
+JUSTINA.  It is not for any crime,
+It is from their deep resentment,
+Their abhorrence of Christ's faith,
+Whom I as my God confess here.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Thou dost owe Him that, Justina,
+For thy God was thy defender,
+He watched o'er thee in His goodness.
+Get my prayers to Him accepted.
+
+JUSTINA.  Pray with faith, and He will listen.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Then with that I will address Him.
+Though a fear, that's not despair,
+Makes me for my great sins tremble.
+
+JUSTINA.  Oh! have confidence.
+
+CYPRIAN.      My crimes are
+So immense.
+
+JUSTINA.      But more immense are
+His great mercies.
+
+CYPRIAN.      Then, will He
+Pardon have on me?
+
+JUSTINA.      'Tis certain.
+
+CYPRIAN.  How, if my soul surrendered
+To the Demon's self, as purchase
+Of thy beauty?
+
+JUSTINA.      Oh, there are not
+Stars as many in the heavens,
+Sands as many on the shore,
+Sparks within the fire as many,
+Motes as many in the beam,
+On the winds so many feathers,
+As the sins He can forgive.
+
+CYPRIAN.  I believe it, and am ready
+Now a thousand lives to give Him.--
+But I hear some people enter.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XXIV.
+
+FABIUS, leading in MOSCON, CLARIN, and LIVIA, as prisoners; CYPRIAN
+and JUSTINA.
+
+FABIUS.  With your master and your mistress
+Here remain confined together.
+[Exit.
+
+LIVIA.  If THEY fancy to be Christians,
+What have WE done to offend them?
+
+MOSCON.  Much: 'tis crime enough for us
+That we happen to be servants.
+
+CLARIN.  Flying peril in the mountain,
+I find here a greater peril.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XXV.
+
+A Servant. -- THE SAME.
+
+SERVANT.  The Lord Governor Aurelius
+Summons Cyprian to his presence,
+And Justina.
+
+JUSTINA.      Ah! how happy,
+If 'tis for the wished-for ending.
+Do not, Cyprian, be disheartened.
+
+CYPRIAN.  Faith, zeal, courage, all possess me:
+For if life must be the ransom
+Of my slavery to the devil,
+He who gave his soul for thee,
+Will he not give God his person?
+
+JUSTINA.  I once said that I could love thee
+But in death, and since together,
+Cyprian, we now must die,
+What I promised I present thee.
+
+[They are led out by the Servant.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XXVI.
+
+MOSCON, LIVIA, and CLARIN.
+
+MOSCON.  How contentedly to die
+They go forth.
+
+LIVIA.      Much more contented
+Are we three to remain alive.
+
+CLARIN.  Not much more; for we must settle
+Our account now, though I own
+The occasion might be better,
+And the place too, still 'twere wrong
+To neglect the time that's present.
+
+MOSCON.  What account pray?
+
+CLARIN.      I have been
+Absent.
+
+LIVIA.      Speak.
+
+CLARIN.              The whole of a twelvemonth,
+When without my intermission
+Moscon in possession held thee.
+Now my quota in the business,
+If we both have equal measure,
+Is that I must have my year.
+
+LIVIA.  Can it be that I'm suspected
+Of thus wronging thee so basely?
+Why, I wept whole days together
+When it was the day for weeping.
+
+MOSCON.  Yes, for I myself was present:
+Every day that was not mine
+She thy friendship quite respected.
+
+CLARIN.  That's a bounce; for not a tear,
+When this day her house I entered,
+Did she shed, and there I found thee
+Sitting with her quite contented.
+
+LIVIA.  But this day is not a fast.
+
+CLARIN.  Yes, it is; for I remember
+That the day I went away
+Was my day.
+
+LIVIA.      Oh! that's an error.
+
+MOSCON.  Yes, I see how that arises,
+This year is a year bissextile,
+And our days are now the same.
+
+CLARIN.  Well, I'm satisfied, 'tis better
+That a man should not too deeply
+Pry into such things. -- Good heavens!--
+
+[The sound of a great tempest is heard.
+
+
+
+      *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+SCENE XXVII.
+
+The Governor, a crowd of People; then FABIUS, LELIUS, and FLORUS, all
+astonished; afterwards The Demon.
+
+LIVIA.  Sure the house is tumbling down.
+
+MOSCON.  How terrific! what a tempest!
+
+GOVERNOR.  Doubtless in disastrous ruin
+Topple down the walls of heaven
+
+[The tempest is renewed, and enter FABIUS, LELIUS, and FLORUS.
+
+FABIUS.  Scarcely on the public scaffold
+Had the headsman's hand dissevered
+Cyprian and Justina's necks,
+When the earth, even to its centre,
+Seemed to tremble.
+
+LELIUS.      And a cloud,
+From whose burning womb extended
+The wild lightnings, the loud thunders,
+Awful embryos were projected,
+Fell upon us.
+
+FLORUS.      From which issued
+A most horrid, most repelling
+Shape, who on the scaly shells
+Of a mailed and mighty serpent,
+O'er the scaffold made a sign
+Motioning silence and attention.
+
+[The Scene opens, and a scaffold with the heads and bodies of JUSTINA
+and CYPRIAN is seen.  Over it in the air, upon a winged serpent, is
+The Demon.
+
+DEMON.  Hear, O mortals, hear what I,
+By the orders of high Heaven,
+For Justina's exculpation,
+Must declare to all here present.
+I it was, who to dishonour
+Her pure fame, in form dissembled
+For the purpose, scaled her house,
+And her very chamber entered.
+And in order that her fame
+Should not by that fraud be lessened,
+I come here her injured honour
+To exhibit pure and perfect.
+Cyprian, who with her lieth
+On a happy bier at rest there,
+Was my slave.  But he effacing,
+With the blood his neck outsheddeth,
+The red signature, the linen
+Is now spotless and unblemished.
+And the two, in spite of me,
+Having to the spheres ascended
+Of the sacred throne of God,
+Live there in a world far better.--
+This, then, is the truth, which I
+Tell, because God makes me tell it,
+Much against my will, my practice
+Not being great as a truth-teller.
+[He falls swiftly, and sinks into the earth.
+
+LIVIA.  Oh! what horror!
+
+FLORUS.      What confusion!
+
+LIVIA.  What a prodigy!
+
+MOSCON.      What terror!
+
+GOVERNOR.  These are all but the enchantments
+Which this sorcerer effected
+At his death.
+
+FLORUS.      I am in doubt
+To believe them or reject them.
+
+LELIUS.  The mere thought of them confounds me.
+
+CLARIN.  If magician, it is certain,
+As I hold, he must have been
+The magician then of heaven.
+
+MOSCON.  Leaving our partitioned love
+In a rather odd dilemma,
+For "The Wonderful Magician"
+Ask the pardon of its errors.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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