« AnteriorContinuar »
You dare own all this?
Your lady will not warrant promise-breach.
Grieve for him with a vengeance. Odds, my fingers What ?
Tingle already! (Makes threalening signs.
Ha! Bethlen coming this way! For having fed my jealousy and envy
(GLYCINE then cries out as if afraid of being beaten. With a plot, made out of other men's revenges, Oh, save me! save me! Pray don't kill me, Laska ! Against a brave and innocent young man's life!
Enler BETHLEN in a Hunting Dress.
What, beat a woman!
LASKA (LO GLYCINE).
O you cockatrice!
(Going. Unmanly dastard, hold !
Do you chance to know I am quite calm
Who-1-am, Sir ?-(S'death how black he looks !) GLYCINE.
Ay, as the old song says, I have started many strange beasts in my time, Calm as a tiger, valiant as a dove.
But none less like a man, than this before me
Bold youth! she's mine.
No, not my master yet,
But only is to be ; and all because
I promised her, not him ; and if she'll let me,
I'll hate you, my Lord's sleward.
Hush, Glycine ! Bethlen Bathory? When he was accused, Wby press'd you forward ? Why did you defend him ? Yes, I do, Bethlen ; for he just now brought
False witnesses to swear away your life :
Your life, and old Bathory's too.
(Laska during this time slinks off the Srage, using So then, you say, Lady Sarolta forced you ?
threatening gestures to GLYCINE.
Lady Sarolta evenNot one for Bethlen!
She does not know me!
With such stern countenance. But though she spurn Nay, there, indeed you are mistaken, Laska!
Not for me, Glycine!
Rash words, 't is said, and treasonous, of the king.
(BETHLEN mutlers to himself indignantly. • For the best account of the War-wolf or Lycanthropus, sed so looks the statue, in our hall, o' the god,
GLYCINE (aside). Drayton'. Moon-calf, Chalmers' English Poets, vol. iv. p.
The shaft just flown that killed the serpent!
Be yourself, girl!
GLYCINE. Ah, often have I wish'd you were a king.
O, 't is so full here. You would protect the helpless everywhere,
[At her heart As you did us. And I, too, should not then
And now it cannot harm him if I tell you,
That the old man's son-
Is not that old man's son! Would have no right to rail at me, nor say A destiny, not unlike thine own, is his. (Yes, the base man, he says) that I-I love you. For all I know of thee is, that thou art
A soldier's orphan : left when rage intestine
Shook and ingulf'd the pillars of Illyria.
This other fragment, thrown back by that same earthBut in good truth I know not what I speak.
quake, This luckless morning I have been so haunted
This, so mysteriously inscribed by Nature, With my own fancies, starting up like omens,
Perchance may piece out and interpret thine. That I feel like one, who waking from a dream
Command thyself! Be secret! His true father-
Hear'st thou ?
O tell [BETHLEN retires. BETHLEN (who had overheard the last few words, now
rushes out). Enter from the Cottage SAROLTA and BATHORY.
Yes, tell me, Shape from Heaven!
Who is my father?
SAROLTA (gazing with surprise).
Thine ? Thy father ? Rise! Pardon, pardon, Madam! If you but saw the old man's son, you would not,
Alas! He hath alarm'd you, my dear lady!
His countenance, not his act!
Rise, Bethlen! Rise ! No, I shall break my heart.
No; kneel thou too! and with thy orphan's tongue SAROLTA (laking her hand).
Plead for me! I am rooted to the earth,
Ha! is it so? O strange and hidden power of sympathy,
And have no power to rise! Give me a father!
There is a prayer in those uplifted eyes
That seeks high Heaven ! But I will overtake it, Drawing by dim disquiet!
In thine own heart! Speak! speak! Restore to me
A name in the world!
By that blest Heaven I gazed at, Seeks his brave son. Come, wipe away thy tears. I know not who thou art. And if I knew, Yes, in good truth, Glycine, this same Bethlen Dared 1-But rise ! Seems a most noble and deserving youth.
Blest spirits of my parents, My lady does not mock me?
Ye hover o'er me now! Ye shine upon me!
And like a flower that coils forth from a ruin,
I feel and seek the light, I cannot see !
Thou see'st yon dim spot on the mountain's ridge,
But what it is thou know'st not Even such
Is all I know of thee--haply, brave youth,
Is all Fate makes it safe for thee to know !
That look again! Safe in my Lord's protection.
The wood which first incloses, and then skirts GLYCINE.
The highest track that leads across the mountains
The saints bless you ! Thou know'st it, Bethlen ? Shame on my graceless heart! How dared I fear
BETHLEN. Lady Sarolta could be cruel
Lady, 't was my wont
To roam there in my childhood oft alone,
And I would seek her! for she is not dead!
She can not die! O pardon, gracious lady;
Its objects as immortal as itself!
And found her still
Alas! he did return :
[Then speaking again to Bethlen. Had been borne off.
Dearest Bethlen! In the hollow of an old oak, as in a nest,
I would that you could weep like me! O do not Did find thee, Bethlen, then a helpless babe : Gaze so upon the air! The robe, that wrapt thee, was a widow's mantle.
SAROLTA (continuing the story).
While he was absent, An infant's weakness doth relax my frame. A friendly troop, 't is certain, scour'd the wood, O say—I fear to ask
Hotly pursued indeed by Emerick.
Oh Hell! Strike! O strike quickly! See, I do not shrink.
GLYCINE (to silence him). [Striking his breast.
Hist! I'll curse him in a whisper!
From me fear nothing ! Long time have I owed And, kneeling, spake : If aught of this world's com- Offerings of expiation for misdeeds fort
Long pass'd that weigh me down, though innocent! Can reach thy heart, receive a poor man's troth, Thy foster-father hid the secret from thee, That at my life's risk I will save thy child! For he perceived thy thoughts as they expanded, Her counienance work'd, as one that seem'd pre- Proud, restless, and ill-sorting with thy state! paring
Vain was his care! Thou 'st made thyself suspected A loud voice, but it died upon her lips
E’en where Suspicion reigns, and asks no proof In a faint whisper, “ Fly! Save him! Hide-hide But iis own fears! Great Nature hath endow'd thee
With her best gifts! From me thou shalt receive BETHLEN.
| All honorable aidance! But haste hence! And did he leave her? What! Had I a mother? Travel will ripen thee, and enterprise And left her bleeding, dying ? Bought I vile life Beseems thy years ! Be thou henceforth my soldier! With the desertion of a dying mother?
And whatsoe'er betide thee, still believe Oh agony !
That in each noble deed, achieved or suffer'd,
Thou solvest best the riddle of thy birth!
And may the light that streams from thine own And dost forget thou wert a helpless infant !
Guide thee to that thou seekest!
Must he leave us ?
Hush, Glycine ! And for such goodness can I return nothing, It is the ground-swell of a teeming instinct : But some hot tears that sting mine eyes? Some sighs Let it but lift itself to air and sunshine,
That is not breathed would swell my heart to stiAnd it will find a mirror in the waters,
fling? It now makes boil above it. Check him not! May Heaven and thine own virtues, high-born lady BETHLEN.
Be as a shield of fire, far, far aloof O that I were diffused among the waters
To scare all evil from thee! Yet, if fate That pierce into the secret depths of earth, Hath destined thee one doubtful hour of danger, And find their way in darkness! Would that I From the uttermost region of the earth, methinks, Could spread myself upon the homeless winds ! Swift as a spirit invoked, I should be with thee!
And then, perchance, I might have power to unbosom (SAROLTA and GLYCINE exeunt. Trumpets etc. louder.
Ay, but this new quarry
That we last started seems worth all the rest. 0, at how dear a price have I been loved,
[Then to LASKA. And no love could return! One boon then, lady!
And you-excuse me—what's your name?
Nay, that's too late, man. They shall make answer to me, though my heart's Say, what thy mother and thy godfather blood
Were pleased to call thee? Should be the spell to bind them. Blood calls for blood!
Laska, my liege Sovereign. [Erit BETHLEN.
Well, my liege subject Laska! And you are
Lord Casimir's steward ?
And your majesty's creature. Where the babe lay, the mantle, and some jewel
EMERICK Bound on his infant arm.
Two gentle dames made off at our approach.
Which was your lady? .
My liege lord, the taller. And voices have been heard! And there the plant The other, please your grace, is her poor handmaid, grows
Long since betrothed to me. But the maid 's froThat being eaten gives the inhuman wizard
wardPower to put on the fell hyena's shape.
Yet would your grace but speak
EMERICK. What idle tongue hath witch'd thee, Glycine ?
Hum, master steward! I hoped that thou hadst learnt a nobler faith. I am honor'd with this sudden confidence.
[To Laska, then to RUDOLPE. O chide me not, dear lady! question Laska,
Lord Rudolph, you 'll announce our coming. Or the old man.
Greet fair Sarolta from me, and entreat her
To be our gentle hostess. Mark, you add
How much we grieve, that business of the state
Hath forced us to delay her lord's return. That doth enthral thy young heart, my poor girl :
LORD RUDOLPH (aside).
Lewd, ingrate tyrant! Yes, I will announce thee.
(Exeunt attendants A courier from the king' did cross that wood; A wilful man, that arm'd himself on purpose :
EMERICK (solus). And never hath been heard of from that time!
A fair one, by my faith! [Sound of horns without. If her face rival but her gait and stature, SAROLTA.
My good friend Casimir had his reasons too. Hark! dost thou hear it?
" Her tender health, her vow of strict retirement,
Made early in the convent—His word pledged—"
'T is the sound of horns! All fictions, all! fictions of jealousy. Our huntsmen are not out!
Well! if the mountain move not to the prophet,
The prophet must to the mountain! In this Laska
There's somewhat of the knave mix'd up with dolt Would not come thus !
Through the transparence of the fool, methought,
I saw (as I could lay my finger on it)
The crocodile's eye, that peer'd up from the bottom
This knave may do us service. Hot ambition
Won me the husband. Now let vanity
Haste we hence ! And the resentment for a forced seclusion
Decoy the wife! Let him be deem'd the aggressor
Whose cunning and distrust began the game!
And think thou see'st thy sainted lord commission'd ACT II.
And on his way to aid us! Whence those late dreams,
Which after such long interval of hopeless
And silent resignation, all at once
ivy. ZAPOLYA and RAAB KIUPRILI discovered : Hither? and still presented in clear vision
Thou darest not doubt that Heaven's especial hand
Work'd in those signs. The hour of thy deliverance Heard you then aught while I was slumbering? Is on the stroke :-for Misery cannot add ZAPOLYA.
Grief to thy griefs, or Patience to thy sufferance !
Life's grief is at its height indeed; the hard
Necessity of this inhuman state
Has made our deeds inhuman as our vestments. I dreamt I had met with food beneath a tree, Housed in this wild wood, with wild usages, And I was seeking you, when all at once
Danger our guest, and famine at our portal My feet became entangled in a net:
Wolf-like to prowl in the shepherd's fold by night! Súll more entangled as in rage I tore it.
At once for food and safety to affrighten
(GLYCINE is heard singing without. I bound my frame encumber'd: a huge serpent Twined round my chest, but tightest round my throat.
Hark! heard you not ZAPOLYA.
A distant chant!
SONG, BY GLYCINE.
And poised therein a bird so bold-
He sunk, he rose, he twinkled, he troll'd
Within that shaft of sunny mist;
All else of amethyst !
And thus he sang : “ Adieu! adieu !
Love's dreams prove seldom true.
The blossoms, they make no delay:
Sweet month of May,
We must away ; Is it Death's lengthening shadow, who comes onward,
Far, far away!
Sure 't is some blest spirit!
For since thou slewest the usurper's emissary
That plunged upon us, a more than mortal fear
Hunger's tooth has Is as a wall, that wards off the beleaguerer
[Exit ZAPOLYA, But Heaven is just! With tears I conquer'd thee,
RAAB KIUPRILI. And not a tear is left me to repent with!
She must not enter Hadst thou not done already-badst thou not
The cavern, else I will remain unseen! Suffer'd-oh, more than e'er man feign'd of friendship?
(KIUPRILI retires to one side of the stage: GLYCINE
enters singing. RAAB KIUPRILI. Yet be thou comforted! What! hadst thou faith
GLYCINE ( fearfully). When I turn'd back incredulons ? "T was thy light A savage place! saints shield me! Bethlen! Bethlen! That kindled mine. And shall it now go out, Not here ?-There's no one here! I'll sing again. And leave thy soul in darkness? Yet look up,