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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Wonder-Working Magician + +Author: Pedro Calderon de la Barca + +Translator: Denis Florence Mac-Carthy + +Release Date: June 14, 2009 [EBook #6372] +Last Updated: February 1, 2013 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WONDER-WORKING MAGICIAN *** + + + + +Produced by Sue Asscher, and David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE WONDER-WORKING MAGICIAN + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Pedro Calderon de la Barca + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h3> + Now First Translated Fully From The Spanish<br /> In The Metre Of The + Original. By Denis Florence Mac-Carthy. + </h3> + <h4> + <br /><br /> London: Henry S. King & Co.,<br /> 65 Cornhill, And 12, + Paternoster Row.<br /> 1873. <br /> <br /> + </h4> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto"> + <tr> + <td> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_INTR"> INTRODUCTION. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> ACT THE FIRST. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> ACT THE SECOND. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> ACT THE THIRD. </a> + </p> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_INTR" id="link2H_INTR"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + INTRODUCTION. + </h2> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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: + </p> + <p> + "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." + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + "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.'"— + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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 30), 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + [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. + </p> + <p> + 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." + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + "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." + </p> + <p> + 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". + </p> + <p> + The martyrdom of the Saints took place in the year 290, and their festival + is celebrated by the Church on the 26th of September. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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." + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + CLAPHAM PARK, Easter, 1873. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE WONDER-WORKING MAGICIAN. + </h1> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> + <p> + PERSONS. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + SCENE—Antioch and its environs. +</pre> + <h1> + THE WONDER-WORKING MAGICIAN. + </h1> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ACT THE FIRST. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [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'." +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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? +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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... +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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? +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [footnote] * The five-lined rhymed stanza here recommences, and + continues to the end of the scene. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [footnote] *Asonante in e-e, to the end of the Act. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ACT THE SECOND. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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? +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [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. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [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. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [footnote] *Asonante in 1-3, to the end of the speech. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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! +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [footnote] *Asonante in a-i to the end of Scene XVII. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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? +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [footnote] *Asonante in e-e to the end of the Act. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ACT THE THIRD. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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.... +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [footnote] *'Asonante' in 'u-e' to the end of Scene XV. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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.... +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [footnote] *Asonante in e-e which continues to the end. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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! +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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 +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 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. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Wonder-Working Magician, by +Pedro Calderon de la Barca + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WONDER-WORKING MAGICIAN *** + +***** This file should be named 6372-h.htm or 6372-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/6/3/7/6372/ + +Produced by Sue Asscher, and David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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