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C O NTENTS

’ THE SA INT s TRA GEDY

A NDROMEDA

HYPOTHESES HYPOCH ONDBIA CJE

TE RRILL WEL L

IN AN ILLU M INATED MISSAL

THE WEIRD L ADY PALINODIA

A HO PE

THE POETRY OF A ROOT CROP

CH ILD BAL LAD

A IRLY BEACON

SAPPHO

THE BAD SQ U I RE

SCOTC H SONG THE YOUNG KNIGHT

A NEW FOREST BALLAD

THE RED KING

TH E O UT LAW

SING HEIGH - HO !

A MARC H v iii CONTENTS

THE NIGHT BIRD

THE DEAD CHURCH . A PARABLE FROM LIEBIG THE STARLINGS

OL D A ND NEW THE WATCHMAN THE WORLD ’ S AGE

TH E SANDS OF DEE

THE TIDE ROCK ELEGIACS

DA RTSIDE MY HUNTING SONG

’ ALTON LOCK E S SONG THE DAY OF THE LORD A CHRISTMAS CAROL THE OUBIT THE THREE FISHERS SONNET

MARGARET . TO DOLCINO DOLCINO TO MARGARET THE UGLY PRINCESS SONNET

THE SWAN -NECK A THOUGHT FROM THE RHINE

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A .D . THE LONGBEARDS SAGA .

IN 304 A D. SA T MAURA, O N THE DEATH OF A CERTAIN JOURNAL DOWN TO THE MOTHERS CONTENTS ix

TO MISS MITFORD BALLAD OF EARL HALDAN ’S DAUGHTER

’ F NK I N . A D 1 586 RA LE GH S SO G .

O DE TO THE NORTH - EAST WIND A FAREWELL

G. TO G . A . THE SOUTH WIND

THE I NV ITATI O N

THE FIND FISHING SONG THE LAST BUCCANEER THE KNIGHT ’ S RETURN

PE N-Y -GWRYDD

ODE

‘ ’ SONGS FROM THE WATER - BABIES

THE TIDE RI VER

YOUNG AND O L D THE SUMMER SEA MY LITTLE DOLL

’ THE KNIGHT S LEAP

A D . 39 THE SONG OF THE LITTLE BA L T UNG . 5

ON P KIN I N THE DEATH OF LEO OLD , G OF THE BELG A S

EAS TER WEEK DRIFTING AWAY

CHRISTMA S DAY

P 21 1 870 SE TEMBER ,

THE MANGO -TREE THE PRIEST ’ S HEART CONTENTS

‘ ’ ’ ’ QU EST Q U IL DIT THE LEGEND OF LA BREA HYMN THE DELECTABLE DAY

JUV ENTUS MUNDI VALENTINE ’ S DAY BALLAD MARTIN LIGHTFOOT’ S SONG THE SA I NT ’ S T RA GEDY

P RE F A C E

BY THE

V F M A A . RE D U RI C E M . . . . ,

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THE writer Of this play do es n ot differ with his c ountrym en f e t o e e O D . g nerally, as the natur and r quirements a rama

He has learnt from ou r Gre at Maste rs that it Should e x hibit

o e u t human beings engaged in s me earn st str ggle, cer ain outward aspects O f which may p ossibly be a Spectacle for

Of e e for the amusement idl rs, but which in its lf is the study

h are and the sympathy O f tho se w o struggling themse lve s .

A D o n ot o O f rama, he feels, sh uld aim at the inculcati n any definite max im the moral of it lie s in th e actio n and the

u h e character. It must be drawn o t of them by t e h art and

x Of th e n ot o o o . e perience reader, f rced up n him by the auth r

The men and women who m h e pre se nts are n ot t o be his spo kesmen they are t o utter themselves freely in such

g or u e e x e langua e, grave mirthf l, as b st press s what they

ee W are Th e a e t o e e o f l and hat they . g which th y b l ng is n ot t o be contemplated as if it were apart from us ne ithe r is it t o be measured by ou r rules t o be he ld up as a mo de l ;

for Th e t o be c ondemned its strange ne ss . passions which

o b e o o o e w rked in it must th se which are w rking in urs lves .

To e e the same ternal laws and principl s are we, and it,

e o oe t o amenable . By b h lding these a p t is raise himself,

o ai d o e and may h pe to r se his rea ers, ab v antiquarian tastes

Th e O f and mode rn conventions . unity the play cannot be conf e rred up on it by any artificial arrangeme nts ; it must depend upo n the relation Of th e different pers ons and

he e NO eve nts t o t c ntral subj ect . nice adjustme nts Of

‘ success and failure to right and wrong must constitute its poetical justice ; the c o nscience Of t h e re aders must be

o e e satisfied in s me d eper way than this, that th re is an

u e o e order in the niv rse, and that the p et has perc ived and asserted it .

L ong before these principl e s were re duc e d into formal

f o ox o e e canons O rthod y, even while they enc unt r d the

o o of o o strong Opp siti n critics, they were unc nsci usly re

o Ye c ognised by Englishmen as sound and nati nal . t I questio n w hether a clergym an writing in c onformi ty with

mi n ot them ght have incurred censure in former times, and

Th e i Of x i may not incur it now. priv lege e pressing h s

f hi o Of ow n thoughts , suf erings, sympat es, in any f rm verse is easily conceded to him ; if he liked t o use a dialogue

o r Of o instead of a monol gue , for the pu pose enf rcing a

. or i n o on e duty, llustrating a doctrine, would find fault with him if he pro duced an actual Drama for the purpose PREFACE x v

of e e o r ou e or d f nding den ncing a particular charact r,

e od or O f O o the o e Of on e p ri , system pini ns , c mplim nts party

r r O f might console him fo the abuse o contempt another.

Bu t it s e ems t o be supp osed that he is bound t o keep in

vi e w on e or oth e r of these ends : to divest himse lf of his

o w n individuality that he may enter into the working of

other Spirits to lay aside th e authority which pron ounces

on e O o or o n e of t o o pini n , habit mind, be right and an ther

o h e e x e r e t o wr ng, that may hibit th m in their actual st if ,

o n ot S x deal with questi ns, in an abstract hape, but mi ed

~ o e o of up with the affecti ns, passions, r lati ns human

o ou creatures, is a c urse which must lead him , it is th ght,

o o O f O fi O f int a great f rgetfulness his f ce, and all that is

involve d in it .

NO on e can have less interest than I have in claiming

' o v e e for n o o n e I p etical pri il g s the clergy and , believe, is

more thoroughly convinced that the standard which s oci e ty

for t o o o o ou r prescribes us, and which we rdinarily c nf rm

e e O f t oo e o t s lves, inst ad being sever and l f y, is far too

I e a secular and grovelling. But appreh nd the limit ti ons

of this kind which are impose d upon us are themselves

x e i e e o e o e o of e c ed ngly s cular, b t k ning an entire misc nc pti n

t he e of ou r o o o x i natur w rk, pr ceeding fr m ma ms and habits

e t o k which t nd ma e it utte rly insignificant and abortive .

If a man confi n e s himself t o the utterance O f his ow n

e x e o e e x e e t o e o e p riences, th s p ri nces are likely b c me ev ry

he o f t o th e day more narro w and less re al . If c nfines himsel b x vi PREFACE

e e Of o o o u t o o def nc certain pr p siti ns, he is s re gradually l se all sense O f th e co nnection be twe en those prop ositions and

t h e ow n or e o f m an . his life, lif In either case he b e comes

e e u e T o o e e o utterly in ff ct al as a t acher . h se wh s ducati n

e are f e e o ow n o e o e e and charact r dif r nt fr m his , wh s pr c ss s

Of n e eo e fe e u n in t elli mi d have th r f re b en dif rent, are utt rly

h m E o a f giblo t o i . ven a c rdi l desire or sym pathy is n ot

e o th e e e Of o o able to br ak thr ugh prickly h dg habits, n ti ns,

e e and te chnicaliti s which separat s them . Oftentimes the desire itself is ex tinguish e d in tho se wh o o ught t o che rish

o e Of o e o it m st, by the f ar meeting with s m thing p rtentous

Nor h e e e or dangerous . can d f nd a dogma better than he c ommune s with men for he knows n ot that which attacks

. o t o Of bOOk it He supp ses it be a set arguments, whereas

e i e t he Of it is som th ng lying v ry deep in heart the disputant, into which he has ne ve r p ene trated .

H ence there is a general c omplaint that we are igno rant

Of th e thoughts and fe elings O f ou r contemp oraries most

t o e of o i o w e e attribute this a f ar lo k ng bel the surfac , l st we

o fin d o o n e e SO sh uld h ll w ss within ; many lik to have it , f because they have thu s an ex cuse or d e spising us. But

e o o e ex e . sur ly such an ign rance is m r in cusabl in us, than in

O f o w e an are e o the priests any nati n , less than y, k pt fr m th e sun and air ; ou r discipline is l e ss than any c ontrived me rely t o make us acquainte d with the commonplaces Of

n We o e o ou r o divi ity. are enabled, nay, blig d, fr m y uth u t o mix e o Of ou r ow n a e w ho are pwards, with p ple g , PREFACE x vii destined for all occupations and mod e s of life 3 to share in

o e x their studies, their enj ym nts , their perple ities, their

. Ex e O t so c o e temptations perienc , f en learly b ught, is sur ly not m e ant to be thr own away : whether it has been

Obtaine d without the sacrifice Of that which is m ost

ou or o preci s, whether the l st blessing has been restored

o o oo n ot tw fold, and g od is underst d, only as the opposite

O f i as o o ev l, but the deliverance fr m it, we cann t be meant

w e The to forge t all that have been learning . teachers O f

o o of other nati ns may reas nably mock us, as having less direct book- lore than themselves they should not be able

o o Of to say, that we are with ut the compensati n knowing a

O f e little more living cr atures .

A t o S clergyman, it seems me, hould be better able than o t o hi e e ther men cast aside that w ch is mer ly accid ntal ,

own or in Of either in his character, the character the age t o o t o which he bel ngs, and apprehend that which is

e Of x d i essential and et rnal. His acceptance fi ed cree s, wh ch

on as e bel g as much to one generation anoth r, and which

a e o o o h ve survived amid all chang s and c nvulsi ns, sh uld raise him especially above the te mptatio n t o ex alt th e

O f his ow n e O f on e fashion tim , or any past ; above the

' aflectation of O o o t o the bs lete, ab ve slavery the present,

x f o o and above that strange mi ture O b th which s me display, who weep because the beautiful visions Of the Past are

e d e for t o e d parted, and a mire themselv s being able w ep

— His e for ove r them and dispense with them . rever nce x viii PREFACE the Bible shoul d make him feel that w e m o st realise ou r own p e rsonality when w e most conn e ct it with that O f ou r fe llow- men that acts are n ot t o be c ontemplate d apart from the actor ; that m ore Of what is acceptable t o the

God Of Truth may come fo rth in men striving with infinite

o o e o the e - c nfusion, and ft n uttering w rds like ast wind, than in those who can discourse calmly and eloquently ab out a

o e n o w o righte usness and m rcy, which they k nly by hearsay .

The be lie f which a minister O f God has in the e te rnity O f t he distinction b e tween right and wrong Sh ould e specially disp o se him t o recognise that distinction apart from niere

Th o circumstanc e and O pini on . e c nfidence which he must

e t he e O f O f o hav that lif each man , and the life this w rld,

e e G oo T e is a drama, in which a p rf ctly d and ru Being is

ow n u o e an d on o unveiling His p rp s s, carrying a c nflict with

u e in o e e o o e evil, which m st issu c mpl t vict ry, sh uld mak

e e t o o o o O f o him ag r disc ver in every p rti n hist ry, in

‘ ’ ‘ e o Mo M —a ev ry bi graphy, a divine rality and ystery

o o n o o — a m rality, th ugh it deals with abstract pers nages

e o e O f b e th e o n Of the o myst ry, th ugh the subj ct it d i gs m st

m en secular .

Th Of i P e n o on e subject th s lay is c rtai ly a danger us e .

It sugge sts que stions which are deeply inte re sting at t he

o t he o e S prese nt time . It inv lves wh l character and pirit

A A e o wh o n ot e u of the Middle ge s . p rs n had an nth siastic admirati on for the characte r O f Elizabe th w ould n o t b e

o t o e O f e t o m e h e ou w rthy sp ak her ; it se ms , that w ld be

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t oo o for Of a e been a little b ld the taste and temper this g .

o o o But having written them deliberately, fr m a c nvicti n

o o o that m rality is in peril fr m fastidi usness, and that it is not safe t o look at questions which are really agitating

’ e e t he — he people s h arts mer ly from outside has, and I

“ I o o o believe rightly, retained what sh uld fr m c wardice

e t o x . n o o have wish d him e clude I have d ubt, that any

w ho o o e Of O o one wins a vict ry ver the f ar pini n , and

o O n o Of o o especially ver the pi i n the religi us w rld, strengthens

ow n o h e e for his m ral c aract r, and acquir s a greater fitness his high service .

W Poe ai o or hether try is ag n to revive am ng us, whether

o t o o b ou r o o the p wer is be wh lly stifled y , accurate n ti ns about the laws and c onditi ons under which it is t o be ex er cised o o oo for , is a questi n up n which there is r m great h f Of O o . o t e I o dif erences pini n Judging fr m past, sh uld

Poe o e e - o i suppose that till try bec m s less s lf c nsc ous, less

- o o dramatical n ot o self c ncentrated , m re in spirit, if in f rm , it will not have the qualities which can powerfully affect

Not o th e Po O f ou r Englishmen . nly were ets most national a e g dramatists , but there seems an evident dramatical tendency in tho se w ho wrote what we are wo nt t o call

or o . T u narrative, epic, p ems ake away the dramatic fac lty

C e Can erbu r Tales e o e from hauc r, and the t y b c me inde d,

o e e e o what they have been m st untruly call d, m re v rsi ns Of

or M e e French Italian Fables . ilton may hav b en right in

Of Paradise L os — w e o t changing the form the t, are b und o PREFACE x x i beli e ve that h e was right ; for what appeal can there be against his genius ? But he c ould n ot de stroy the essentially dramatic character of a work which s e ts forth the battle

e e oo W O f Man th e b tw en g d and evil , and the ill at once

T P f t he IS n ot e e e O o . h atr and the rize c nflict it tru , that

e Of E ther is in the very substance the nglish mind , that which naturally predisp ose s us t o sympathy with the

D u o e rama, and this tho gh we are perhaps the m st unth atrical

’ O f e O le I The o Of o th e e O f all p p l ve acti n , impati nce

th e e t o e abstraction , equity which l ads us d sire that every o n e th e e e e may have a fair hearing , r s rv which had rather de te ct p erso n al e x perie nce than have it ann ounced e e e e t o e v O e t o t nd nci s all asily perverted il , ft n leading

e o o o e Of r sults the m st c ntradict ry, yet capabl the noblest

l o — t o x the w e O f cu tivati n seem e plain fact, that rit rs this

o o e on kind sh uld have fl urished so gr atly am g us, and that

e u e scarcely any oth rs sh o ld permanently int rest us .

T e e do n ot o e oe e a o hes r marks c nc rn p tical lit rature l ne ,

or . T o O f O f o e chiefly h se habits mind, which I have sp k n, o t he i If G ught to make us be st h stmian s. ermany has a

o e O f right to claim the wh l realm the abstract, if French men understand th e frame work O f s o ciety bette r than we do e e in o O f S e e , th r is the nati nal dramas hak spear an

e e i o o O f the on e historical s cr t, which neither the ph l s phy n or s Ye t the acute Obse rvation O f th e othe r can di cove r. the se dramas are almost t he o nly satisfactory e x pre ssion O f

The that historical faculty which I belie ve is latent in us . ze O f ou r o Of ou r o a v al facti ns, a result nati nal cti ity, has made e arnest hi story disho nest : ou r English j ustice has

fled t o indifferent and sceptical writers for the impartiality

o T which it s ught in vain elsewhere . his re source has

e — fe o f o n ot u fail d, the indif rentism Hume c uld sec re him

S o e u or o against his c tch pr j dices, against gr ss unfairness when anything disagre eably p ositive and vehement came

Mo o o e o in his way. re ver, a practical pe pl demand m ve

e n ot e e For ment and lif , m r judging and balancing . a

e e o o O f o bu t time th re was a r acti n in fav ur party hist ry, it c ould n ot last long already we are glad t o seek in Ranke ! M h or M e e e o . c ichelet that which s ms d nied us at h me u ,

o b e e o u o e I no d ubt, may gain d fr m s ch s urc s ; but am c onvinc e d that this is n ot the produce which w e are m e ant generally t o imp ort ; for this we may trust t o we ll - dire cted

Th h e e . e O o nativ industry time is, I p , at hand, when th se w h o are most in earne st will feel that th ere fo re the y are most b ound t o be just— when they will c onfe ss th e ex ceed

e Of e o or u e ing wickedn ss the d sire to dist rt s ppr ss a fact, or misreprese nt a character — when th ey will ask as

t o e o o t o solemnly be deliv red fr m the temptati n this, as to any crime which is punish ed by law.

The clergy ought e specially t o lead the way in this

T e o e e reformation . h y have erred griev usly in p rv rting

W o e history t o their o wn purpo ses . hat was a sin in th rs

. e o e t o was in them a blasphemy, because th y pr f ssed

the e o f t he o acknowledge God as Rul r w rld, and hereby PREFACE x x iii they Showed that they valued their own conclusions above

a o . T o w e o e the f cts which reveal His rder hey , theref r , a

amen de o e o o great to their c untry, and th y sh uld c nsider h seriously ow they can mak e it most effe ctually. I look

P e o o upon this lay as an ff rt in this directi n , which I trust

o o e o . On o o may be f ll w d by many m re this gr und al ne,

o even if its poetical w rth was less than I believe it is, I

S o b e f u for l o . h uld , as a clergyman, thank l its pub icati n

M D . . F .

INT RO D U CT ION

THE story which I have here put into a dramatic form is o n e t o o e e circu m st an familiar R manists, and p rf ctly and t iall A e o Of f y authenticated . bridged v rsi ns it, care ully o e e o s ft n d and sentimentalised, may be read in any R mish An e o collecti on O f L ive s O f the Saints . e nlarged diti n has e e e Co Mo be n published in Franc , I beli ve by unt ntalembert, o E and translated, with illustrati ns, by an nglish gentle e o e Of e man, which admits c rtain miracul us l gends, later dat , o o e o e t o u e O f u and, like ther pr digi s, w rthl ss the st d nt h man e o character. From consulting this work I have hith rt O o abstained, in order that I might draw my facts and pini ns, e e e o o o O f E ntir and unbiass d, fr m the riginal Bi graphy liza D O f A old h er o as beth, by ietrich pp , c ntemporary, given an isiu entire by C s. D e o T e e O f i trich was b rn in huringia, n ar the sc ne ’ E o few e e o e e con lizabeth s lab urs, a y ars b f r her d ath had e e o e w ho e v rs d with th s had seen her, and calls to witn ss ’ God e he t e o and the elect ang ls, that had inser d n thing but what he had either understo od from religious and e The o o or o e . v raci us pers ns, read in appr v d writings, viz ’ Book o the Sa in s o Elizabeth s Fou r L adies Gata Isen trndis f y g f ( , , ’ and two others The L etter which Conrad o Ma u r her ) f rp g, ’ Direc or wrote to Po e Gre or the Nin th e e t w o dOcu t , p g y (th s ments still e x ist) The Sermon of Otto (de Ordin e ‘ m ’ which begins thus : Matterem forte . ’ ‘ Not e h e e m s e ie satisfied with thes , visit d ona t r s, a o the o o c stles, and towns, interr gated m st aged and veraci us 4 INTRODU CTION

o e e e for o e pers ns, and wrot l tters, se king c mpl teness and o o o o truth in all things and thus c mp sed his bi graphy, fr m S A cta San ctoru m o de Vo e which that in urins ( ), Jac bus ragin , A o e are o lban Butler, and all thers which I have s en , c pied e few o o with a v ry additi ns and many prudent missions . W t o e e t o o ishing adh r strictly hist rical truth , I have o o the e e o n ot o t h e e f ll wed r c ived acc unt, nly in incid nts , but O fte n in the language which it attribu te s t o its vari ous characters ; and have given in t he Note s all nec e ssary re ’ f eren ce s t o the o an isiu s o bi graphy in C c llection . My part has therefore been m e rely t o sh ow h ow t he c o nduct Of my e o n ot o o e t o e e h r ine was nly p ssibl , but a c rtain d gree for O f e e e e necessary, a character arn stn ss and pi ty such as f t he M e e o e e O A e . h rs , w rking under the influ nc s iddl g e o t he e o Of h er e th e In d ducing fairly, fr m ph n mena lif , e Of E z e Sh e e e O f t w o charact r li ab th, nec ssarily became a typ e e O f t h e M e A e O f gr at mental struggl s iddl g ; first, that e S or o o Po or o o betw en criptural unc nsci us, and pish c nsci us, : o e n o e e u e x purity in a w rd , betw en in c nc and pr d ry ne t, Of the e e o t h e struggle b tween healthy human aff cti n, and Manichean contempt with which a c elibate cl e rgy would W e h e e e Of e . av all men r gard the nam s husband, if , and par nt

” TO e x hibit this latte r false h oo d in its mise rable con se u en ces e e e e o e Of e q , wh n r c iv d int a h art insight and det r minati on su fficient t o follow o u t all be li e f t o its u ltimate f Poe T O e O . o practice, is the main bj ct my m hat a m st degrading and agoni sing c ontradicti on on these p oints must e x e th e m O f E O f w h o hav e ist d in ind lizabeth, and all with similar characte rs shall have fou nd thems elve s und e r Similar u e e e e t o w h o infl enc s, is a n c ssity that must be evid nt all th know anything O f the deepe r affections O f m en . In e O f o e e e e S o o ow ide a a married R mish saint, th s mis ri s h uld f ll logically from th e Romish View O f human relatio ns . In ’ Elizabeth s case th eir ex istenc e is prove d e qually l ogically from t he ackno wledge d facts O f h er condu ct . e e O e n o e I may h r bs rve, that if I have in case mad her e t o th e V Ma an d ex e th e e e O f n e allud irgin ry, hibit d s ns i finit o t o C on e n O f duty and l yalty hrist al , as the mainspri g all

6 INTRODUCTION

W Of V o o e alter arila, a m re fictiti us character, repres nts ‘ ’ of Te the healthy animalism the utonic mind, with its m x u Of e i t re de p earnestness and hearty merriment. His O f dislike priestly sentimentalities is n o anachronism .

E o - o o e on ven in his day, a n ble lay religi n , f und d faith in the divi n e and unive rsal symbolism O f humanity and e o e nature, was gradually arising, and venting its lf, fr m tim t o o o o e time, as I c nceive, thr ugh many m st unsuspect d

o o e - S channels, thr ugh chivalry, thr ugh the minn ingers, o o or e o Of o thr ugh the lay invent rs, rath r imp rters, p inted e e o t h e G oo Of archit ctur , thr ugh erman sch l painting, o o of th e e o e com thr ugh the p litics fre t wns, till it attain d let e e o L o o p fr ed m in uther and his ass ciate ref rmers. Fo r o o of S e S my fantastic qu tati ns criptur , if they hall e o e e t h e be d emed irreverent, I can nly say, that they w r o O f e o e t o — t e e fashi n the tim , fr m princ peasant tha th r is scarcely on e O f them with which I have n ot actually met in the writings Of the e o — that th o se writings abound p ri d O Of S o o with misuse cripture, far m re c arse, arbitrary , and o e t o e t — ridicul us , than any which I have dar d ins r that I had n o right t o omit SO radical a characteristic Of the e A Middl ge . For th e more coarse and homely passages with which

e e e e the o o . the drama is int rsp rs d, I must mak same ap l gy

I put the m there because th e y we re t here fl b ecau se the Middle A e o o g was, in the gr ss, a coarse, barbar us, and

‘ rofli at e — e e e o e t o p g age becaus it was n c ssary, in rd r bring ‘ ou t t h e e O f e e t o o fairly b auty the c ntral charact r, sh w the ’ ‘ crooked and perverse generati on in which sh e was a ’

O f God o e . e child with ut rebuk It was , in fact, the v ry e o o e Of t h e f r city and f uln ss time which, by a natural o o e e A o o revulsi n, called f rth at the sam tim the p st lic holiness and the Manichean asceticism Of th e Me diaeval S The so t o S aints . world was bad that, be aints at all, they were compelle d t o g o ou t Of the world . It was ’ e o o e oo o e nec ssary, m re v r, in depicting the p r man s patr n ss, to sh ow the material on which she worked ; and th o se w h o o oo o o n o o e e kn w the p r, kn w als that we can m r judg INTRODUCTION

u Oi e O f e e o tr ly their characters in the presenc th ir b nefact rs, ’ than we can tell by see ing clay in the potter s hands what e T e e o e it was in its nativ pit . hese sc nes have , ther f r , ’ in E o been laid principally lizabeth s absence, in rder to o e preserve their nly use and m aning. SO rou gh and common a life —picture O f th e Middle Age or n ot b e o will , I am afraid, whether faithful , far fr m acceptable t o th ose w ho take their n o tions of that perio d principally fro m such ex quisite dreams as the fictions Of o of o o F uque, and certain m derns wh se graceful minds, like o s me enchanted well,

In whose calm depths th e pu re an d beau tifu l Alon e are mirrored,

on o i are , acc unt of their very sweetness and simpl city, singu larly u n fitt e d to c onve y any tru e like ness O f the o o M A e e c arse and st rmy iddle ge . I have be n alr ady o o o o e accused, by thers than R manists, of pr faning this wh l — t a O f o e e or n ot subject telling the wh l truth, pl asant , Bu t o about it. really, time en ugh has been lost in o e O f o o o ign rant abus that peri d, and time en ugh als , in o o Of W S w e t o lately, blind ad rati n it. hen hall learn ‘ see it as it was l— the dawning manhoo d O f Europe— rich i e e the u O f w th all the tend rn ss, simplicity, the enth siasm o — l o e e u e O f y uth but a s dark n d , alas ! with its f ll shar ’ o e x e e o y uth s precipitance and travaganc , fierc passi ns and

- — e o o for blind self will its virtues and its vic s c l ssal , and ,

e e o - O f that v ry r as n, always haunted by the twin imp the o o — the c l ssal caricatured . L t he bio astly, the many miraculous stories which O f E z e e e O f h er n o fo r t he grapher li ab th r lat s I had right , O f e o sake truth , to interw ave in the pl t, while it was

e e e x i e . e n cessary t o indicate at l ast their st nce I hav , o e Of e e o theref r , put such th m as s emed least absurd int the o O f Co d t o o ow e e m uth nra , wh m , in fact, they th ir o o o so o n ot riginal publicati n , and have d ne , as I h pe, without a just ethical purp ose . Such was my idea : Of the inconsistencies and short INTRODU CTION

o O f e o n o on e SO c mings this its r alisati n, can ever be

e e . o painfully sensible as I am alr ady mys lf If, h wever, this b ook Shall cau se on e Englishman h on e stly t o ask ‘ P o e e e e u o e t o himself, I , as a r t stant, hav b n acc st m d e O f O f e O f ass rt the purity and dignity the f ic s husband,

e . e x e th e o O wif , and parent Have I ev r e amin d gr unds f my ow n asserti on ? DO I believe th e m t o be as callings o G od e ? O r fr m , spiritual, sacramental , divine, et rnal am e e e th e Pa I at h art r garding and using them, lik pist, ’ merely as h e ave n s indulge nce s t o t h e in fi rmities Of fall e n i — oo e o o man then will my b k hav d ne its w rk . If e e on e o n o x , again , it shall d t r y u g man fr m the e ampl e O f o e e e w ho oo e th s miserabl dil ttanti , in b ks and s rmons are whimpering meagre second—hand praise s Of celibacy depre ciating as carnal and degrading tho se family tie s to he o w e ow n x e o which t y their e ist nce, and in the enj yme nt of which they themse lve s all the while unblushin gly indu lge — insulting thu s their ow n wive s and mothers— nibbling ign orantly at the very roo t O f that h o useh old purity which constitute s the distinctive sup e ri ority O f Protestant o ve r Po o — o o e o e pish nati ns again my b k will hav d n its work . o n e o P o e If, lastly, it shall awaken pi us r t stant t o o o e O f th e S O f M e rec gnise, in s me, at l ast, aints the iddl A e e n o t o O f o b u t O f t he e g , b ings nly the same passi ns, sam L o t h e th e e e e Pro rd , same faith, sam baptism, as th ms lves, testan ts n ot the e e u e e e u n con , l ss d ep and tr e , b caus utt rly sci ous and practical— mighty witne sse s against the t w o O f e a e — the r Of e antichrists th ir g ty anny feudal cast , and the phantoms which Popery substitutes for the living Christ

— e l e o e , o th n also wil my littl b ok ind ed have done its w rk .

C . K . CHARACTERS

E I Z dau hter o the K in o H u n ar . L ABETH , g f g f g y

WI L and rav e o Thu ri n ia betrothed to her in childhood. LE S, g f g , H N brothe r o ew is L . E RY, f W o Varila ALTER f , the Cu bearer RUDOLF p , L EU 'I‘O L F o Erlstetten f , l o L ewis Vassa s f . H WI o E ba ART G f r , N H COU T UGO, N o r H etc COU T SAY , . ’ o Mar u r a Mon k th e Po e Commission e or the CONRAD f p g , , p s r f su ressi on o her pp f esy . his Cha lain GERARD, p . I P O F e u n cle o Eliza beth etc. tc. B SHO BAMBERG , f , P I Dowa er L and rav' in e SO H A, g g . N her dau hter si ter L ew is AG ES , g , s of . ’ ISENTRU DIS Elizabeth , s n u rse.

her av ou rite maiden . GUTA, f

Et c. e t c. et c.

Th e S en e e n in E en an d t h e W u c li s pri cipally is ach , artb rg

n n er t o B m e an d n t o Mar u r . cha gi g aft wards a b rg, fi ally p g P RO EM

(EPIMETHEU S)

I

W K T o e - A E again, eut nic Fath r ages, S e o a e p ak again, bel ved prim eval cr eds e o o u Flash anc stral spirit fr m y r pages, W t h e e a e t o o ake gre dy g n ble deeds . II

T Of Old o ell us , how our saintly m thers S oo e i f ch led thems lves by vig l , ast, and prayer, L t o o e o e e o e e m earnt l ve as J sus l v d b f r th , W o o oo m en e hile they b re the cr ss which p r b ar.

III

‘ Tell us h ow o u r stou t cru sadin g fath ers o e for G od n ot for o F ught and di d , and g ld L et e o e t h eir faith e o th ir l v , , th ir b yish daring, '

- D e o e t h e O f Old. istance m ll w d, gild days

IV

T h ow x o e o ell us the se less w rk rs, thr nging,

A e - e o n t he o e oo ng l tend d, r u d c nv nt d rs, Wro ught t o Christian faith and h oly orde r e oo Savage hearts alike and barr n m rs .

V

w h o th e u e w e o Ye build ch rches wher w rship, Ye w h o w e o framed the laws by which m ve, e on e e o o e Fath rs, l g b li d, and l ng f rsak n, Oh forgive th e children Of your love ! PROEM 1 1

(PROMETHEU S)

I Speak ! but ask us n ot t o b e as ye were !

All but God is changing day by day. He w h o bre athes on man the plastic spirit o o f Bids us m ould urselves its r be O clay.

Old oo Of e o u o anarchic fl ds r v l ti n , D o an d o o e r wning ill g d alik in night, S e th e e Of e o ink, and bar wr cks anci nt lab ur,

- OSSil n t o th e . F teemi g, searching light

III

T e her will we find laws, which shall interpret, T o t he S e e x e hr ugh impl r past, isting lif Delving up fro m mine s and fairy cavern s ’

C e e t o cu t f e. harm d blad s, the age s stri

IV “ What th ough fogs may stream from draining waters t We will till th e clays t o mello w loam ’ Wake the graveyard O f ou r fathe rs spirits o o o Cl the its crumbling mounds with blade and bl m .

V

Old decays but foster n e w creatio ns B one s and ashes fe ed the golde n c orn e x e e o e Fr sh eli irs wander v ry m m nt, Down t he veins throu gh which t he live o its child , the live unb rn .

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L e t m e Th o n e e e kiss y w u d d f t, D T n e e e e rink hi e inc ns , faint and sw t, While the cl e ar bells call The e dow n o T e e Fr m hine v rlasting throne .

At - te lo w e thy door s p I b nd , \Vho have n e ith e r kin n or friend L et m e e e here a sh lt r find , e t he h Shi ld s ow lamb from the wind .

e su L o m e J , rd , y h art will break ’ Save me for Thy gre at l ove s sake !

En t r R e ISENT U D IS .

h ! e e o th e Isen . A a I had miss d my littl bird fr m nest, ’ h W ? fi e ? An d e s e e . judg d that was her hat s this , tears lie ! u e m e e G o . E . O y d spise like the r st en D ou ? Is . espise y ’ ’ ’ o o What s he re ? King Andre w s child ? St. J hn s sw rn maid Who dares despise you ? Ou t u p on th e se Sax ons ! T e o e o e e o e h y sang an th r n t wh n I was y ung r, W e o E e e h n fr m the rich ast came my qu nly pearl , L on e e e o apt this flutt ring heart , whil mighty h r es o an d e u s e e R de by her side , far b hind str tch d The e e o barbs and sumpt r mul s , a r yal train , L e e aden with silks and furs , and pric l ss gems, W Of o u e of S e edges g ld, and furnit r ilv r,

Fit for my princess. ’ I v e Elie. n ow Hush , heard all, nurse,

A thousand times . Isen Oh h ow e o . , th ir hungry m uths Did th e oo ! S water at b ty uch a prize, S e t he ee K e e n o CO ln inc thr ings cam wand ri g int , ’ T e e n or e e — e e ! h y ne r saw, th ir fath rs well th y kn w it Oh h o w e e on G e Ise n t ru dis , th y fawn d us r at ‘ Sw ee t bab e ! The L andgravine did thank h er saints ’ s am e 1 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 1 5

A s ou or o l o e if y , y ur si ks, had fallen fr m heav n

A n d n ow sh e ou u e . wears y r f rs, and calls us gipsi s ’ o e e o e o C me t ll your nurs y ur griefs we ll we p t gether,

Strangers in this strange land .

I am m o st friendless . The L andgravine and A gnes— y ou may se e them e u e t he oo e B gr dg f d I eat, and call me fri nd Of knaves and s e rvin g- maids the burly kn ights Fre e ze m e with c old blu e ey e s n o saucy page o T e e oe ou r e t But p ints and whispers, h r g s p nun Wou bu t e e o e ld her saintship l av her g ld b hind , ’ ’ W e her o S e e d giv herself furl ugh . ave me sav me All e e are e e h r ghastly dr ams d ad masks of stone, A n d ou G u o : y and I , and ta, nly live u ! Your e ye s alon e have so ls . I shall go mad Oh h o e m e o t at they w uld but l ave all al ne, TO e oo o t ach p r girls, and w rk within my chamber, W e ow n o e e ith min th ughts , and all the g ntle ang ls Which glance about my dre ams at m orning- tide Then I shou ld be as happy as the birds W O e o hich sing at my b owe r window. nc I l nged TO e o e — n ow o e o m e be b l v d , w uld th y but f rget Mo e b e or e o n o t m e ! st vil I must , th y c uld hate I n T r se . e a e Of o o n ot oo h y this w rld , th u art , p r child, T e e e o e e . h r f r they hate thee, as they did thy b tt rs E i l e . L e e ? But, wis, nurs Isen . ? He, child he is thy knight E spoused fro m childhood : tho u hast a claim up o n him. ’ O n e o ee — o e that th u lt n d , alas th ugh , I rem mber ’ Tis fifte en y e ars agone— when in on e cradl e We laid t w o fair babe s for a marriage t oke n A n d e ou e ou e wh n y r lips met, th n y smil d , and twined ou e o — P S n Y r littl limbs t gether. ray the ai ts T o e — He a e e o S e hat t k n stand c lls th l ve and ist r, ’ An d brings th e e g e w - gaws from t h e wars : that s m u ch ! At ’ least he s thine if tho u l ove him . Elie e . If I l ov him ? Wh e ? Wh n ot o e at is this lov y, is he my br th r ’ 1 6 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY A CT I

A n d e ? T e e e I his sist r ill th s w ary wars, The on e Of u s without t h e othe r n e ver ’ Did weep or lau gh : what is t should change us n ow ? Y u o Shake your h ead and smile . G O t o t he chafe Co n ot e e e mes by wearing chains, but f ling th m . li A o e o o E e . las ! here c m s a knight acr ss the c urt ; ’ 0 e m e e W e e o ! o . , hid , nurs hat s h r this d r is fast ’ n Na e e Ise . : h o hi y, tis a fri nd br ught my princess ther, f “alte r Of Varila I feare d him onc e He e t o o ou r e o e us d m ck stat , and say, g od win S o n o e h uld want bush , and that the cag was gay, o h e e But that the bird must sing bef re prais d it . ’ h e s o e Yet a kind heart, while his bitter t ngu A e o o t o e wes thes c urt p pinjays at times mann rs . t oo e e e He will smile sadly , when he m ts my maid n A n d o e he ou e o nc he said , was y r li geman sw rn , S e o e e n t o e inc my l st mistr ss, we pi g, his charg Truste d the babe Sh e saw n o more — God help us i HO W di El e. o e e e ? did my m th r , nurs Sh e e Isen . . di d, my child h Elie. But h ow ? W y turn away ? ’ TO O l ong I ve guesse d at s ome dre ad myste ry n o t : e e I may hear and in my r stless dr ams, N e ou ight aft r night, sweeps by a frantic r t Of n n e e o o e grinni g fie ds, fi rc h rses, b dil ss hands , Which clu tch at on e t o whom my spirit ye arns ’ A s t o o e T e o e e u t ie a m th r . h re s s m f arf l e m e -Wo G od Betwe n and that spirit rld, which

Brands with his terrors on my trouble d mind . S e ! e m e e Sh e in e or ? p ak t ll , nurs is heav n hell

Isen . G od o : e for he r kn ws, my child there are mass s s o ul

Each day in every Zingar minster sung. sh e o -D e sh e in L o ? Elie . But was h ly i d the rd A n d o e wee s . G od ! ! e Isen . ( p ) O my child if I t ld th

all , How co uldst th ou m e nd it ? ’ s om e 1 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 1 7

ie M El . end it ? 0 my Savi our ! ’ I d die a saint ! Win e for h aven her by prayers , and build great minsters, C e o for her e ou t hantri s , and h spitals ; wip ’ By mighty d e e ds o u r race s guilt and shame oo e ! lVee s But thus, p r witl ss orphan ( p )

T W T R n te COU N AL E e rs.

t Ah ! ’ Wa . ! my princess accept your liegeman s kne e ; Do o ! wn , d wn , rheumatic flesh

Elie. Ah ! Count Walte r ! y o u are too tall t o kneel t o

little girls. Wat W ? t w o e O f o . hat shall hundr dweight hyp crisy bow o t o o - oo e d wn his f ur inch w den saint, and the sam weight O f honesty n o t worship his four- foot live on e ? A n d e for ou e e I have a j st y , shall make my small qu n merry an d wise . ’

sen . You e o o e e I shall j st l ng bef r sh s merry. al h o W . A ! d wers and dowagers again ! The m oney o r o t O f all e vil . W o e ? a n ters hat c m s here [A P ge e .

A o - e all o e e ? l ng winged grasshopp r, g ld , gr n , and gauze How the se young pe a - chicks must needs ape the grown ’ e o fri e r l P e n o w h ow e p ac ck s pp y rithe , , many such butt r flie s as yo u suck here together on the thistle - head O f royalty ? a e S e e e f u s ir— a o t O f P . o O S g m twelv gentl men , p s les L o e — o n o the blind archer, v wning divinity but almighty e — n o t n o h O e n o o e are b auty fai h , p , charity, but th s which kindled at her eye s. ’ ? Wat. Saints ! what s all this h ir u e e the Pa e. A S ! o o g , n ne but c ntrym n sw ar by saints o : n o o e o o Sir t he h n wadays aths but all g rical nes, , at hig e u e e e O f e M o r tabl ; as th s , By the sl v b auty , adam ‘ ’ L o e om Sir C ou o r t o again , By v his martyrd s, nt ; a ‘ ’ o e e A S o e e a o p t ntat , J ve s imperial m rcy shall h r my v ws, M ’ High ightiness . ’ THE SAINT S TRAGEDY A CT 1

Wal \Vh ere t he e on e se t ou on n . did vil y findi g all this h e athe nry ’ a e O h are rr e Of L o e o Sir P . ! g we all ba ist rs v s c urt, ; ’ e O e n e o n e Sir ad u n u en tu 'm w e hav vid s gay sci c c n d, , g , as h e ou t O f t e e o o . th y say, Fr nch b k SO ? T e e are o e o e o o e lVal. h r th s c m fr m R me th n will whip you and O vid ou t with the sam e rod which th e dan di e s O f Pro ve nc e fe lt late ly t o th eir s orrow. Oh what w e e e e t o n u e o e blinkards are g ntl m n , trai any d mb b asts m r care fu lly than w e do Christians ; that a m an shall k e e p

do - e o - e e his g br akers , and his h rse br ak rs , and his hawk

e e s e e e b o - e a e o r t w o ! br ak r , and n v r hir him a y br k r that we Shou ld live witho ut a qualm at dangli n g such a flock O f n o e ou r e e e mimicki g parr qu ts at h els a whil , and th n , e e e e e l e m th e i wh n they are w ll inf ct d, w l p rfu ed with w nd O f ou r e o e O ff o e do e vic s , dr pping th m , as tadp l s th ir tails, j oint by j oint into the mu d ! t o strain at s u ch gn ats as an

- o e o or o o u o ill m uth d c lt a ri t us p ppy, and swall w that e O f a e e cam l c m ls, a pag D o u me m e Sir ? P a e. O g y call a ca l , ’ W ou u e ? Wat. hat s y r b sin ss

t P e e . Page. My e rrand is o the rinc ss h re TO m e Elie . ?

a e Ye s t h e L n x e ou P g . andgravi e e p cts y at high mass ; SO o in ou e o fo r e on e g , and mind y cl an y urself ; ev ry is ’ n o t o ou O f e o as f nd as y b ggars brats, and what their cl thes e e e l ave b hind th m . I en r e i s . st ik s h m Mo e TO o re ( ). nk y ! wh m a y ou Speak ing ? ’ Elie Oh e e e e o . , p ac , p ace , p ace I ll g with him . ’ Pa e T b e u m - e n . e . C or o g h n q ick, y music mast r s waiti g p di Bacco ! as if o u r e lde rs did n ot te ach us t o whom we o u t o be Ea E I e z . an d P G ght rud [ L Z A E.

Isen . Se e e e Sir S x o h ow e O f e h r , a n , this p arl pric o The e e e e Is faring in y ur hands p rl ss imag , To o o u b u t th e a r m e wh m this c rt is t wdry f a , Th e S e O f u e p ck light amid its m rky basen ss, The salt which ke eps it all from rotting — cast ’ SCENE I THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 1 9

TO be the o o oo — u n o c mm n f l , the la ghi g st ck For e very be ardle ss knave t o whe t his wit O II — ’ Tar- oo Ge e o Of e bl ded rmans Her s an ther th m . A ou n Kn i ht en t [ y g g ers. n i ht e Cou ! W ? t o K g . H igh nt hat learning sing psalms ? Th e y are waiting

For ou - S oo to e o u e y in the manage ch l , giv y ur j dgm nt

O n that new Norman mare . t T ’ Wa . e e ll th m I m busy .

h ? St. M K Kn i . ! ? g t Busy artin nitting stockings, eh TO clo the th e poo r withal ? Is that yo ur busine ss I passed that canting baby on the stairs Wo o e oo e uld heaven that she had tripped , and br k her g s e n ck ,

de a . S A n d e c o O e . left us h irs f t , far well Wt A e e ! t ou a . very pr tty quarr l mat er en gh

To o o - o of - o n sp il a wagg n l ad ash staves , ’ A n d e o e oo o br ak a d z n f ls backs acr ss their cantle ts . ’ What s L ewis doing ? Isen Oh— e oo . b f led , e o o e o B witched with d gs and h rs s , like an idi t C t e e e e lu ching his baubl , while a pricel ss j w l

Sticks at his miry heels . ’ l The o n o Wa . oo b y s f l , A s oo a e e bu t o e e g d h art as h rs , s m what giv n TO e e hunt the n arest butt rfly, and light ’ The fi re o f fancy without hanging o er it

- f He S The porridge pot o practice . hall hear or ’ for e e Isen . A n d o th e quickly, th re s tr as n in wind . ’ T e ee o e he r o S e h y ll k p her d w r, and send h me with ham ’ t Be fore the ye ar s ou . ’

at u So e are o e e ou o . W . H mph m r gu s n gh f r t

A S o u t him od . it falls , I ride with t ay Isen o u s ? . Up n what b sines o e e e n e e Wat. S m shav ling has be n telli g him that th r o n : Stadin s w o e O f are heretics his land g , rshipp rs black

- e o u e m e o cats , baby eaters , and such lik . He c ns lt d I t ld him it would be time enough to see to the here tics when ’ 20 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY A CT I

o C i e oo e all the go d hr stians had be n well l ked aft r. I o t he o e O f for n ow o supp se n v lty the thing smit him, n thing will serve but I must ride with him ro und half a d o zen ’ e e Go s e S o m an st hamlets , wh r , with d h lp , I will h w him a y o r t w o S o e e , that hall ast nish his d licat chivalry . h ’ ’ Isen . O e ou S e t o o e I a V lte r. , h re s y r time p ak him, n bl Stun his dull e ars with praise s O f her grac e P u e e ow n o rick his d ll h art with sham at his c ldness .

0 Co . right us, unt Wal o . I will , I will g in A n d o e e Ex eu n t se ara el dry y ur y s . [ p t y.

SCENE II

dsca e in Thu rin ia L IS an d T R ridin n W W . A L a p g . E AL E g

wis SO e are e e e e o e L e . all thes lands min th s y ll w m ads T o e — e e hese village greens , and f r st fr tt d hills , n M n e h With dizzy castle s crow e d . i W y that Word IS o e o u rich in pr mis , in the acti n bankr pt .

W f of e - e hat aculty min , save dream fed prid , Can thes e things fatte n Mass ! I h ad forgo t : e I have a right t o bark at tre spass rs . e e e W e e o Rar privil g hil ev ry f wl and bush , A ccording t o its de stin y and nature W e e o e o e ( hich w re th y truly mine, my p w r c uld alt r), W e n o O f m v e o o e . ill li , and gr w, and tak th ught

T o e e o e o e - n h s firs, b f r wh se st althy marching ra ks

The o - Old o e e w rld aks still dwindl and r treat, ou o o e o o If I c ld stay their p is n d fr wn , which c ws Th e pale Shru nk u n derw oodg an d n e stled se e ds ’ o Of e e e o e : o e m en Int an age sl p, twer s m thing and th s ’ ‘ O e r wh om that on e word O wne rship upre ars me If I c o uld make them lift a finge r up ’ of e o w n e o w n n But th ir fr e will, I d my seizi . n ow — e o e But wh n if I s ld th m, life and limb, ’ There s n ot a sow w ould litter on e pig less

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N e : TO e u e d, greed , stupidity cl ar such r in Would task th e rich prime o f s ome n obl e hero But can I nothing do ? Oh ! e Sir pl nty, ; ’ W n o e hich man yet has d on or e er will do . ou e e o o e It rests with y , wh ther the pri st be h n ur d ou e e b e It rests with y , wh th r the knight knightly e ou e o e o o It r sts with y , wheth r th se fi lds gr w c rn e ou e o o It r sts with y , wh ther th se t iling peasants L t o e o e ift th ir masters free and l yal ey s, O r e e t o o e . crawl , lik j ad d hacks, welc m graves — It rests with y ou and will rest . ’ m n f L ewis. o o e O G od I ll cr wd my c urt and dais with ,

A S o e e K O f e . d th my peerless nam sak , ing Franc

Wat. P Sir ? The e e t w o o riests, Frenchman k ps c un sellors

W o e of orth any dr v priests . L ewi n w ho are e ? s. A d th y ’ d - al. aside e O e W G o and his lady l o ve . ( ) H ll p n at that ’ is u ew o u . L . I c ld be that man s sq ire a o Wal. ( side) Again run ri t ’ w ir No for . alou d o o S another cast ( ) If y u d sleep s und , , ’

o le t e fo r o u b u t oo ou e e . Y u ll pri sts pray y , sch l y n v r e M ! wh o o e e ? L wis. ass m r fitt d

Wal. No e o e n , if you c uld trust th m ’ Bu t they are th e pe opl e s cre atu re s ; po o r m en give them T o e t he e th e heir p w r at church , and tak it back at ale h ous e : ’ Then what s the friar t o th e starving peasant Just what the abb ot is t o the greedy n obl e h hu r h A o t o o . GO t e c c lat e scarecr w lear w lves ask p , ’

S r h ow e are . afe in knight s cella s, these pri sts feared e ou o e m — NO L o Bruis d reeds when y m st ne d the , my rd

C e . opy them, trust th m never Copy ? wherein ? e e Wal. In l tting very man Do h e o e h e o what likes, and nly s eing d es it ’ — T C u A s you do your work well . hat s the h rch secret ’ SCENE II THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 23

For e o as as ou e e ro e - e e bre ding t wns, fast y br d d r Ex b u t n o o o t . Se e ample , meddling that h ll w

I o e e -b o knew it nce all heath, and d ep p at g I drowne d a black mare in that se lf- same Spot n o o o e : We h e e Hunti g with y ur g d fath r ll, gav On e o t o Six oo E o s j vial night, p r rfurt m nk

Six e - e - fi n e re d pick d visag d , wan , bird g wights All ou o e in their r gh hair shirts, like hedgeh gs starv d ’ I o e six e e o o e t ld th m, w ks w rk w uld br ak their hearts ’ T e C o e C o h y answered, hrist w uld h lp , and hrist s great m ther, A n d make them strong when w e akest : SO the y settle d : A n d e o starv d and fr ze . i L ew s. An d du e e g and built, it s ms . ’ — Wal. S e e e . e Faith , that s tru as gard n walls draw

snails, T e o t h e o e are h y have drawn a hamlet r und sl p s blue , K e d flax t he o o are n e eep with , rchard b ughs breaking W e o e o o e ith strange o utlandish fr u its . S e th s y ung r gu s M t o oo n o o e e L o L arching sch l p achers h r , rd andgrave, ’ TO O much t o be d one at home the re s n ot a village ’ f n w G o oo e O o o e e . y urs, , thriv s lik this By d s g d h lp

The se men have made th e ir o wnership w orth something. e n f H re comes o e O them . I wo uld speak t o him ’ An — e d learn his secre t We ll await him her .

En ter CONRAD .

- Con . Pe e t o ou e o ac y , rever nd and war w rn knight, A n d ou ou o o w y , fair y th, up n wh se s arthy lip

Blooms the rich promise of a n o bl e manh ood . Me S m o e o o thinks, if i ple m nks may r ad y ur th ughts , That with n o enviou s o r distasteful e ye s ’ Ye e watch the lab ou rs of G od s p o or el ct . lVal Wh — w e e e h o w ou n n n rO O ks . y w r saying, y cu i g P itch as by instinct on t he fatte st fallows. F t h romise th Con . or He w ho e e f eds ravens, p O u r u e an d on bread and water s r , leads us ’ 2 4 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY A CT I

e e e e t o lie By p aceful str ams in pastur s gr en , ’ e ou r e e e e Ben ath Sh ph rd s y . L ewis . o o n ow In such a n k, , To nestle from this n oisy world

Con . A n d drop Th e e O f u burd n thyself pon th e thre shold . T L ewis. hink what rich dre ams may haunt those l owly roofs — Con . e o e e e Rich dr ams, and m r ; th ir dr ams will find f u lfilm en t

’ Th eir discipline bre eds stre n gth — Tis we alo ne C an j oin the patience O f t h e labouring o x ’ o o e — n o t Unt the eagle s f r sight, a fancy O f o u b u t o e to ee rs, gr ws in tim mighty d ds V o e e : b u t o u o Sir ict ries in h avenly warfar y rs, y urs, , O h o e e o e th e o e of o , ch k th m, ch k panting h p s y uth , Ere e o e in S o th y be b rn, and with r l w pains, Cast by for th e n e x t bauble ! ’ w Ti t o e ! L e is. s o tru ’ I dread n o toil toil is the true knight s pastim e i t h e e x e so e Faith fa ls, will intens and fi d , asy TO e O ff o f o e o e o e th e, cut fr m li e and l v , wh s p w rs In o n e clo se channel must c ondense their stream t o o e oo u But I, wh m this lif bl ms rich and b sy, Wh o se h e art go es o u t a- Mayin g all the ye ar In this new Ede n — in my fi t fu l th ou ght W S e t o hat kill is th re, to turn my faith sight To e e o e e o e pi rce blank Heav n , like s m train d falc n r A e e o ken ft r his game, b y nd all human

Wd l A n bo o fe e . . d walk into the g beneath y ur t e ! Con . A n d chan ge it t o firm land by magic st p

u e e o - e e e o e B ild th r cl ud cl aving spir s, ben ath wh se shad Gre at citie s rise for vassals t o call forth o u e e e n Fr m plo gh and lo o m the rank unl tt r d hi ds, A n d make the m saints and h e ro es— se nd th e m fo rth TO sway with heave nly craft the Spirit O f pri n ces ’ C o e o e o hange nati ns destini s, and c nqu r w rlds W o w C o ? ith love, more mighty than the sw rd ; hat, unt ’ s om e II THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 25

A rt thou ambitious ? practical ? w e m onks

Can te ach you s omewhat the re t o o . Be it so But love you have fo rsworn and what were life ' ’ W ou a e n e ith t th t chivalry, which b ds man s kne s ’ o e G o e o e Bef r d s imag and his gl ry, b st ’ Re vealed in woman s beauty ? Con Ah ! oo o ! . p r w rldlings L e ou e e ittl y dream what madd ning cstasies, W n hat rich ideals hau t, by day and night, A o e t he o w e e t o t h e e l n , and in cr d, v n d ath , The se rvitors O f that c e lestial c ourt

W e e e e e M su n - e o e h r p rl ss ary, nthr n d , reigns, In o E e of o o o wh m all den dr ams w manh d , All e o f o o e e grac f rm, hue, s und , all b auty str w n L u u ou u o ike pearls nstr ng, ab t this r ined w rld ,

Have the ir fu lfilme n t and the ir arch etype . Wh h t he o th e e ? y hat r se its scent, lily grac To o o o e o w o mirr r f rth her l v liness , fr m h m , P e o of e e e rim val f unt grac , th ir livery cam Patte rn o f Se raphs ! o nly worthy ark To bear her G od athwart t he flo ods o f tim e L ewis Who e h e r A n ot . t o ? dare aspir las, I To She o u e : me is a d ctrine, and a pict r o n I cann t live o dreams . She h er n : Con . hath trai ’ The re thou may st choo se thy l ove : If wo rld - w ide lo re ’ S e e C e u s e O f fi re hall pl ase th e, and the h r b glanc , L e t C o u h e r atharine lift thy s l , and rapt with u e o t he e o o Q sti n mighty d ad , until th u fl at fi an c ed on t he e the real ocean O f h er spirit. e o e e n If pity fath r passi n in th , ha g ’ A bove Eulalia s torture d l ove lin e ss A n d fo r h e r e h e r e n o o sak , and in str gth , g f rth To do e e Do ou o and suff r gr atly . st th l ng Fo r o e e r ee o e as e n e s s m rich h a t , as d p in l v w ak s , Whose wild simplicity swe e t heaven -bo rn instincts Alone kee p san e ? ’ 2 6 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY A CT

’ L ewis. do do e I , I . I d liv A n d for e th e die ach and all three . n Co . Th e n g o ’ Entangled in the Magdal e n s tresses lie D e o o her e r am h urs bef re pictur , till thy lips D e t o o e o ar appr ach her f et, and th u shalt start To the f e find canvas warm with li e, and matt r A o e t o m m nt transubstantiate heave n . Wal A . Sir t o y , catch his fever, , and learn take A n n e o for i dig sti n a troop of angels . Co e e o o o c a m , t ll him, m nk, ab ut y ur magi g rdens, Where n o t a stri n gy h e ad O f kale is ou t e But br eds a vision or a rev e lation . L ewis . Co S e e o Hush , hush , unt p ak, strang m nk, strange o e w rds, and wak n L o ongings m re strange than e ith er.

Con . T o e hen , if pr v d, A s e o e e o o e I dar v uch th , l yal in thy l v , Eve n t o the Q u e en herself thy saintlier s ou l At e o e — Oh t oo l ngth may s ar p rchance , bliss great For tho ught— yet po ssible Re ce ive some tok e n— smile— or hall owing touch Of e e o o e that white hand, b n ath wh se s ft car ss Th e o oo e o e raging w rld is sm th d , and runs its c urs To shadow forth her glory . Th o u do st tempt m e e That w re a knightly quest . ’

A e e o . Con . y, h r s true l ve ’ L e e o t h e o e ov s h aven , with ut its hell g ld n fruit ’ W o th e o u A ith ut f ul h sk, which at dam s fall ’ e e Did crust it o er with filth and s lfishn ss . I tempt th e e heave nward— from y on azure walls ’ Une arthly b e au ties b e ckon— G od s o w n m othe r Waits l o nging for thy ch oic e ew e ? L is. Is this a dr am ' al A L o w h o e for o u ! W . L y, by the iving rd, di d y W ou b e o e e Sir e e - o e ill y c z n d, , by th s air bl wn fanci s,

T . o e hese male hysterics, by starvati n br d ’ sc am I : THE SAINT S TRAGEDY

’ An d o e ? C O ff Go of o o huge c nc it ast d s gift manh d , A n d i e the do t he o u o , l k g in adage , dr p the tr e b ne With snapping at the sham on e in the wate r ? What were you born a man for ? A o y , I kn w it n h for on e o o . O I cann t live dreams , friend, M f n ot on e n ot SO ysel , yet myself high She o o e n ot t oo e t o o But c uld l v me , pur pard n M o e e O h for o d y sl th and m ann ss flesh and bl o , e o e o ou o e t o B f r wh se feet I c ld ad re, y l ve Ho w easy then were duty ! From h er lips TO learn my daily task — in her pure eyes To see the living type of those heaven - glories I dare n ot look on — let her work her will Of love and wisdo m o n these strainin g hinds TO e ou o e squir a saint ar nd her lab ur fi ld, An d she and it bo th mine — That were p o ssession

Con . The f o flesh , air y uth t Wa . A vaunt, bald snake , avaunt We are n w e o L o L o o . Co past your burr w m , c me, rd and

grave . L o o . k round , and find your saint L ewis A On e . las such O n e o w h o o o n e such , I kn w, upward fr m cradle e m e e — NO h God ! n o B side lik a sister , t ank sister o o h er o w e Has gr wn and gr wn, and with mell shad o e o o w n Has blanched my th rnl ss th ughts to her hue , A n d e n ow o o o ev n is budding int bl ss m , W e S e hich nev r hall b ar fruit, but inward still

e o its e - o e R s rb vital n ctar, self c ntain d , An d leave no living copie s O f its beauty T o . Ah ! e after ages be less , swe t maid , ’ L e Ye t n o— m e o be ss than thyself y wif th u might st , If — le ss than th u s but n o t t he saint thou art . What ! shall my se lfish longings drag thee d own Fro m maid to wife d e grad e t he soul I worship ? T e e e e Oh ! hat w r a caitiff d d , misery IS e o o t o u w dl ck treas n that p rity , ’ 2 8 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY A CT I

Which is the j e we l an d th e sou l o f wedlo ck ? E Ex i R D lizabeth my saint [ t CON A . W Sir ? th e P e ? hat, rinc ss e ou ! Ye saints in h aven, I thank y

L ewis. Oh e , who els , Who e lse the minutest line ament fu lfils Of this my ch e rishe d p o rtrait — ’ Wal. SO tis we ll . e L o d — You H ar me, my r think this dainty princess ’ TO O e for ou e h T e p rfect y , hat s w ll again For that whose price after fruitio n falls May we ll t oo high be rate d e re e n j oye d o —if sh e o o n e n ow ou In plain w rds , l ks an a g l , y will be e e ou x e e ou h e r— a bett r mat d than y e p cted, wh n y find

. For e an d oo sh e o u n woman fl sh bl d is, and that y g o o — o h er m e o u o e bl d , w h m childish isusag and y r br th rly l o ve ; h er lo n eliness and y our pro te cti on ; h er springin g

! fancy and (for I may speak t o you as a so n ) yo ur be au ty so e e an d o e and knightly grace , have b witch d , as s m say, e e o ou e e degrad d , that bri fly , she l ves y , and bri fly, bett r, h er e ou o e . few fri nds fear, than y l v her L M o k L ewis. o ! C ves me y ount, that w rd is quic ly sp oken A n d e t m e o y , if it be true , it thrusts f rth o o e O f o Up n a sh r less sea untried passi n,

From whence is n o re tu rn . ’ S e e o Wal. By i gfri d s sw rd , M o e e t o sa e y w rds are tru , and I came h re y th m,

TO e e son bu t oo . th , my in all bl d ’ ? W th e bo ? M n o o . Wh ass, I m g ssip y hat ails y ewi L o ! e e o le t n o e e o L s. ves me H nc f rth man, p ring d wn T o t h e m e Of u u re e hr ugh dim glittering in f t y ars , ’ Say t o himself TO O much this can n o t b e ! Tod u o u ou r o o : ay, and c st m, wall p h riz n Before t h e h ourly miracl e O f life

o ou G od e e n ot . Blindf ld we stand, and sigh, as th gh w r e e o - e e e I have wand r d in the m untains, mist b wild r d, n d n ow e e z o the A a br e c mes, and veil is lifted,

’ so THE SAINT S TRAGEDY A CT

L ewis e e o . I hav play d the c ward An d the o O f se in sl th fal humility , C e e n ot t o e ast by the p arl I dar d d serve . HO W u e e t o her ou sh e o e m e laggard I m st s m , th gh l v P o u e She e laying with hawks and h nds, whil sits we ping ! ’ Tis n ot t o o late . TO O m Wal. o e ? late , y r yal yas Yo u shall strike this deer yourself at gaze ere long

Sh e has n o mind t o slip t o co ver . Co m e ’ ’ We ll back— we ll back ; and you shall bear the message Te I am ashame d t o Speak . ll her I lo ve her T S ou e e to e h e r ! Sa o hat I h ld p d t ll y , my c yness W n as e o f ot o f o e . br d worship, c ldn ss al T e th e W . h n serfs Mu st wait ? h n ot T t o t oo L ewis. W e y his day them , , bl ssing brings, ’ Which cl e ars from envi o us webs their guardian ange l s Ex eu n t wings . [

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h W n o ? You e D e Isen t ru d So . o u t e p hat y will h ar , am , Sh e n o t e h e r o o t he u will w ar c r net in ch rch , e o o o t he x Becaus , f rs th , crucifi within Y he r ou . Is crowned with th orns . hear Elie No e o ! . bl m ther How c o u ld I flaunt this bauble in His fac e Who e e e for m e hung th re, naked, bl ding, all

I felt it shamelessne ss t o g o so gay . e W ? E e ool e has Soph. F lt ? hat then v ry f ish w nch fe elings e o n In these r ligi us days, and thinks it car al o h er e O e T wash dish s, and bey her par nts ’ SCENE III THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 3 1

NO o a e ou ou a e e w nder they p y , if y p th m G O t o - e e I hate this humble mind d prid , — Se lf- willed s u bmission to yo u r ow n p e rt fancie s

T fo - u oo - S w of - his g bred m shr m pa n brain sick wits ,

' Who e t he ir oddit ie s e e for e mak th ir t st grac , A n d p e e r abou t t o catch the general eye Ah I have watche d you thro w yo u r playmate s do wn T0 e th e e e o f e for e o hav pl asur kn eling th ir pard n . ’ H ere s sanct ity— t o shame you r c ou sin and me S o e e e purn rank and pr p r prid , and d cency G od e ou o e u se o If has mad y n bl , y ur rank , w w ou L n If y ou bu t kno ho . Y a dgravine ? You mate d ’ W e e L ? Wh e e o o ith g ntl ewis y, b lik y u ll c wl him, A s o u o e oo that stern prude , y ur a nt, c wl d her p r sp ouse ’ NO —O n e e e o H d wiga at a time s n ugh , i My son shall d e n o mo nk. M Isen . e e e ou B s ch y , adam,

W n ot . eep , my darling ’ h Tu t— e o . S p I ll sp ak my mind . ’ T W e n o . e e ll hav saints hank heav n , my saintliness ’

N ou oo o r . e er tr bled my g d man , by day night ’ W n o e for ou e ll have saints, I say far b tter y , A n d n o dou bt pleasanter— You kno w you r place A ou o o e — e t o o y least y kn w y ur plac , to tak cl isters, A n d e o o L th re sit carding w l, and mumbling atin , W o Old e n M e ith s ur maids , and maund ri g agdal ns , f fro st kibe e e P o O o d e . r ud y ur f et, and dirty s rg ’ T e o o o u bu t o oo h re s n thing n ble in y , y ur bl d t o ou A n d on e o ou . ? that alm st d bts art th , child The u u e Isen . o da ghter, please y r highn ss, Of A e K n of n o e ndr as , i g Hu gary, y ur bett r ; ’ A n d your so n s sp ouse . o h o o e u S . p I had f rg tt n, tr ly A n d ou D e Ise n t ru dis are e y , am , her s rvant, A n d e : o e A e e t h e e min c m , gn s , l ave gipsy ladi s

To sa e e t h e S o . y th ir pray rs, and set aints the fashi n PH I and A G S o ou t [SO A NE g . ’ THE SAINT S TRAGEDY A CT I

P o u T o Isen . r ud h ssy ! h u shalt set thy foot on her e e t n ck y , darling, ar Wh e n th ou t L andgravine . Elie A n d e b e . wh n will that NO u o e e n u n , she speaks tr th I sh uld have b n a . T e e are th e e O f o e h s wag s my c wardic , TO O t o t h e o t o o t o weak face w rld , weak leave it t ’ Gu a. u I ll take the veil with y o . ’ ’ Elie T e o o . wer but a m ment s w rk, To S o e e o w lip into the c nv nt there b l , A n d e for e e A n d ou ? be at peac v r. y , my nurse ’

Isen o e e e e o o . . I will g with th , child , wh re r th u g est Bu t L ewis ? Elie Ah ! o ! NO e n ot . my br ther , I dar e n o t for e e o o e I dar turn v r fr m this h p , T u t e of h o gh it b e dwindle d o a thr ad mist. Oh ! that w e t w o co u ld flee and leave this Babe l !

Oh h e e e o e oo - if w r but s m p r chapel priest, In l o n e ly m o untain valleys far away

A n d - o e I his serving maid , to w rk his v stments , A n d e O f o o dr ss his scrap f d, and see him stand Before the altar like a rainb owe d saint To e th e e e e o tak bl ss d waf r fr m his hand , C o t o o nfess my heart him, and all night l ng P a for e e or o e r y him whil he sl pt, thr ugh the lattic W e See t h e o o atch whil he read , and h ly th ughts Swe ll in his big dee p e y e s — Alas that dre am ’ Is wi lde r than the o n e that s fading e ven n ow ! ’ W o e ? A Pa e en ters h s her [ g . Pa e The Co Of V M e e o t o g . unt arila, adam, b gs p rmissi n ou speak with y . ’ Elie W m e ? W e . ith hat s this new t rror ?

Te ll him I wait him . Is n a h O ld e side . A e . ( ) ! my h art sinks e th e o God send us rescue ! H e r champi n comes .

COU NT WALTE R en ters.

Wal Mo e e o P e . st l arn d , fair, and sanctim nious rinc ss ’ som e I II THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 33

P o ex ? o o o ox lague, what c mes n t I had s mething rth d re ady ’ ’ Tis droppe d o u t by the w ay — Mass here s the pith ’

on t .

M o a- oo for on e adam , I c me w ing ; and Who i s o o O f ou o e as nly w rthy y r l v , A s you O f his h e bids m e claim t he spousals M e o a o e e o u — e t e e ad l ng g b tw e n y , and y l av s o t o o r a Y ur fancy free, grant pass th t claim An d M n o t e being that ercury is my plan t, e to se t He hath advised hims lf herein , W e n in k e e oo him ith p and , what se m d g d to , A s o t o e e passp rt this j welled mirror, pledg o f o Gives a let er and ewel Unworthy his w rship . [ t j . n u n c Do serv am u Ise . N mine dimittis t am Elizabeth looks over the letter and caske cla s her hands t, p n h u ht and bu rsts i to c ildish la g er. ’ Why h e re s my Christmas tre e come after L ent Espousals ? ple dge s ? by ou r childish l ove P o for o t o O f t he retty w rds f lks think at wars, A n d e o of e ! L oo G u ! pretty pr sents c me th m k, ta A e on e crystal clear, and carv n the rev rse, T r — he e OOd. o o e on e bl ssed He t ld me nc night, Whe n we did sit in the garde n— What was I saying ? Wa M o t. P e y fairest rinc ss , as ambassad r,

' What shall I answe r ? Eliz — — G od . Tell him tell him o o ? Have I gr wn mad , or a child, within the m ment The e o h e r hu e arth has l st gray sad , and blazes ’ With he r Old life -light ; hark ! yo n wind s a song ’ Those clou ds are angels rob e s — That fiery west e e s — I o Is pav d with smiling fac am a w man, A n d all things bid me l ove ! my dignity IS t o n e thus cast my virDgi prid away, ’ A n d n — u b a ! fi d my stren gth In we akne ss . B sy r in ’ T o ee e e O ld o e O ld a h u k p st pac with my h art , l r , f ncies, ' u e for e e o o rofle r B ri d y ars, l ap fr m their t mbs, and p T e - h ir magic service t o my n e w born spirit . D ’ 34 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY A CT 1

’ I ll g O— I am n ot mistress O f myse lf Send for him— bring him t o me— h e is min e [Ex it Isen Ah ! S i ! h ow e o m o . blessed a nts chang d up n the ment ! Sh e ow e m e her is gr n tall r, trust , and eye ’ - She e e Flame s like a fresh caught hind s . that was christ n d A brown mouse for her stillne ss ! G o od my L ord ! No w shall mine O ld b ones see the grave in peace

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e t t h Minstre and Cou rt Fool s a ed a t e Dais table. Cou rt l

i t n n t a s t i g o he D is steps.

Min How e th e e n . gaily smil h ave s, Th e light winds whisper gay For royal birth and knightly w o rth t n A re knit o o e tod ay . F r hi ool (d own ing s voice). ’ ’ SO e o w ll flatter them up, and we ll c cker them up Till we turn young brains A n d e e o pamp r the brach till we mak her a w lf,

A n d g et bit by th e legs for ou r pains . c n tin wit u ( ha g ho t). A fastu e t superbia

Domine libe ra n os. ’ Ne ath sandal red and samite , A re knights and ladies set The e e o henchm n tall strid thr ugh the hall ,

The board with wine is wet . F l h m th e oo . O ! e o rrily gr wls starving hind, A t my full skin ; A n d e o o i ow l m rrily h wl w lf, w nd, and ,

While I lie warm within . ’ SCENE IV THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 35

A lux u e t avaritia

Domin e libe ra n os. ! o o e Hark fr m the bridal b w r, ’ Rings ou t the bridesmaid s song ! Tis the o O f o e mystic h ur an untried p w r, h ’ T e bride she tarri e s long . ’ ’ ‘ S e oo n e ee f h s sch li g hers lf and she s st ling hersel , A t he gainst dreary day, ’ When she ll pine and sigh from he r lattice high ’ r th Fo e knight that s far away . A carnis illect ame n t is D e n s omine lib ra o . ’ Ble st maid fre sh ro se s o e r the e Th e careless ye ars shall fling ; While days and nights Shall new de lights

To s e ns e and fancy bring . S S e e atins and ilks, and f athers and lac , WVill gild life ’s pill e o o o o Old In j wels and g ld f lks cann t gr w ,

Fine ladies will n e ve r fall ill . A v an it atibu s saecu li

Domine libera n os.

PHI descends rom the Dais leadin E I B TH [SO A f , g L ZA E , L adies fallout ]

h t - w l S e e ou . So ia to he Fool . o p ( ) il nc , y screech Co e o e e m strew fl w rs , fair ladi s, A n d o o e ou r e lead int her b w r fairest brid , The o e of e e e cyn sur lov and beauty h r , W ’ ’ ho shrines heave n s graces in e arth s riche st casket . Elie id e G e o e o . o e . as e e I c m ( ) H r , uta, tak th s m nks a fe e — Tell them I thank the m bid the m pray fo r me . am e n o I half maz d with trembli g j y within , ’ A n d o o . Tis e fo r e n isy wassail r und w ll, lse The spe ctre o f my duties and my dange rs Ah oo f ! Would whelm my heart with terro r. p r sel ’ 36 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY A CT

’ Thou t ook st this for th e te rm and bourne O f troubles ’ A n d n ow e e o fi n dest t h e tis h r , th u it gate

Of n e w Sin - in fin itie s of o cursed lab ur, W e o u do or die her th u m st , ’ (alou d) L e ad On I ll fo llo w. [Ercu n t l e n ow NO fe e f or o o T . Foo . her , the f l ; and yet my ’ w ld Bu t in prescription as as go od as th ose O Je re mie s . n o Soo o law, physic, and divi ity f lks had ner be pois ned in

- L the mo e . atin, than saved in ther tongu

’ 38 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY x cr 1 :

’ An d ou r e e du e — yet lov is J sus , and all things Which share with Him divid e d emp ery ‘ A re e o — TO o e t o e to o e snar s and id ls l v , ch rish , and b y

Oh ! de adly riddle Re nt and two fold life Oh ! crue l troth ! To ke ep th e e or t o bre ak the e A e e Sin ! Oh ! o o e e e lik s ems th u bel v d t mpt r. Tu rnin oward the bed [ g t . Wh o o on e first didst teach me l ve , why thys lf From G od dive rt thy le sso n ? Wilt provok e Him \Vhat if min e heave nly Spouse in jeal ous ire Should smite mine e arthly spo use ? Have I t w o husbands ? Th e words are horror— yet they are orthodox ! Rises and oes to the window [ g .

How many many bro ws O f happy l overs The fragrant lips of night e ve n n ow are kissing ! Some wandering han d in hand through arch e d lane s ; Some liste ning for l o ved voice s at the lattice Some stee ped in dainty dre ams O f untried bliss

So o e e - o me nestling s ft and d ep in w ll kn wn arms, Th e e Whose to uch makes sleep rich life . v ry birds Within th e ir n e sts are wooing ! SO much love All or n e e seek their mates, findi g, r st in p ace

S on e -bed Do G od e ? The earth eems vast bride . th t mpt us ’ Is t all a veil t o blind ou r e ye s fro m Him ? ’ - t h e e Tis o e e A fi re fly at candl . l v l ads him ’ L o e i o e Oh E e E e ! v s light, and l ght is l v , d n d n G d o Ev e o . was a virgin there, they say kn ws Must all this b e as it had n eve r been ? Is it all a fle e ting typ e O f high e r l ove ? ’ Wh t h e e o t h e e e y, if l ss n s pure, is not t ach r Pure also ? Is it my Shame t o fe e l n o shame ? Am o o e en e e ? I m re clean, the m r I sc t uncl ann ss ’ Shall base emotions pictu re Christ s e mbrace ? e o ! ? or e e R st, rest, t rn heart Yet where in earth h av n ’ S o ou t e ou r L till, fr m the bright abysses , gl ams ady s silver oo oo f tst l, SCENE I THE SAINT’S TRAGEDY 39

S - o S e o o till the light w rld leeps b y nd her, th ugh the night w clouds fleet belo . Oh ! n o e o that I were walki g, far ab v , up n that dappled e pavem nt , ’ oo of t he o e e Heaven s fl r, which is the ceiling dunge n wh r

we lie . Ah s e S m e on o , what ble s d aints might meet , that platf rm, S e sliding il nt,

P s in e - i e ! a t us its airy travels, ang l wa t d , mystical T e hey p rhaps might tell me all things , opening up the secret fo untains W n o w e o hich struggl , dark and turbid, thr ugh their dreary o pris n clay. ’ L e ! o ~ o o seek st ov art th u an earth b rn streamlet, that th u the lowe st h o llows Su o e o o u o e th e re s m vap urs fl at p fr m the , mingling with

highest blue . S t- o e i - e e e o o n e e x e piri l v in sp rit bodi s , m lt d int istenc ’ Joining praises thro u gh the age s — Is it all a minstrel s dre am s he e I S r es L is . Ala wak s. [ EW A h ! e e faithl ss b auty, ’ o o e e e e ou e Is this y ur pr mis , that wh n r y pray d o l t he a of o I sh u d be still p rtner y ur vigils , A n d l earn fro m you t o pray ? L ast night I lay disse mbling W e w ho o ou oo e for o h n she w ke y , t k my f et y urs : Now e e e o e I shall s ize my lawful priz p rf rc . ’ ’ A ? T e S o o ice las what s this h se h ulders cushi ned , A n d o r e thin s ft flanks, with pu pl lashes all , An d weeping furro ws traced A h pre cious life - blood Who has done this ? ’ Elie o e I— m . F rgiv ! twas y maidens

L ewis. 0 ruthless hags lie Not so n ot SO — T E . , hey wept IVhe n e as hid ee n ow I did bid th m , I th To O f o think n ught but love . Elizabeth Speak I will kn ow th e meaning o f this madness ! ’ 4 0 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY ACT n

Elie o ho w o o . Bel ved, thou hast heard g dly s uls , a e e t he e e In every g , have tam d reb l fl sh

S o . e By such harp less ns I must tread th ir paths, o o e e e e If I w uld climb the m untains wh r th y r st . Grie f is t h e gate o f bliss— why wedlo ck —knighth ood ’ A m other s joy— a hard- earne d fi eld of glory ’ o o — so o G o By tribulati n c me d th d s kingdom .

- fl L ewis. o e e in ic d But d l ful nights, and s lf te torture s A re these the love of G od ? IS He we ll pl e ase d With this stern h olocaust O f health and joy ?

W A m n ot - Elie. hat ! I as gay a lady love A S ever clipt in arms a n oble kn ight ? A m I n ot blithe as bird the live - long day ? e t o ou It pleas s me bear what y call pain , ’ There fore t o me tis pl e asure joy and grief ’ A re t he Will s cre ature s martyrs kiss th e stake The m oorland colt e nj oys the th orny furze The e oo o dull st b r will seek a fight, and c unt e o ou o His pl asure by his w unds y must forget, l ve, ’ E e e e lot v s curse lays suff ring , as th ir natural , '

O n o o . w mankind, till cust m makes it light I kn ow the use Of pain bar n ot th e l ee ch ’ Because his cure is bitter— Tis such m e dicine W e e e h e o o hich br ds that paltry str ngt , that weak d v ti n , — A or ou ou o . F which y say y l ve me y , which brings E e o e o ven wh n m st sharp, a st rn and awful j y ’ A S its atte ndant ange l— I ll say n o m ore ’ — m o e N t e to o . o ven thee c m and , and I ll bey the T o O f e o o o e L ewis. h u casket all grac s f urf ld w nd r O f e o o C o wit and b auty, l ve and wisd m anst th u ’ B e atify t he ascetic s savage ry ? o o e t o To , heav e nly prudence H rr r m lts pity, A n d pity kindl e s t o adoring sh ower Of radiant te ars Thou tend e r cruelty ! Gay smiling martyrd om Shall I forbid th e e ? L imit thy de pth by mine o w n Shallown e ss ? Th o e e ? W e e ou dare st y c urage by my w akn ss h r th , ’ e -bOu n d I ll shudde r and submit. I kne l here spell ’ sc am I : THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 4 1

’ Befo re my bleeding Savi our s living likeness To o n ot t o O f w rship, cavil I had dreamt such things , Dim e oo h ard in legends, while my pitiful bl d T ro e e o ingled th ugh every v in, and w pt, and sw re ’ ’ T e u C - — o was b autif l , twas hrist like had I th ught That thou wert such : You would have lo ved me still ? i e L ew s. e o e I hav g ne mad, I think , at v ry parting ’ t e ow n e o for NO t o o A min t rr rs thee. I ll learn gl ry In that which make s the e gl orious Noble stains ! ’ I ll call the m ro se le ave s ou t of paradise S on o o r u e d o e trewn the wreathed sn ws, r bi s r pp d ’ ’ o O f o Fr m martyrs diadems, prints Jesus cr ss TO O o truly b rne, alas Elie o w n . I think, mine , I am fo rgive n at last ?

TO - e night, my sist r ’ Hencefo rth I ll clasp thee t o my h e art so fast T t ’ ho u shalt n o scape unn oticed . E e lau hin W li . ( g g) e shall see Now o o I must st p th se wise lips with a kiss, n e t o e O f A d l ad thee back scen s simple r bliss .

S CENE II

in — A Chamber the Castle. ELIZABETH the Fool

ISENTRU DIS— G U T sin in A g g.

o the o e High am ng l n ly hills, While I e e lay besid my sh ep, o l e o l Rest came d wn and fi l d my s u ,

From the eve rlasting deep .

C t he o e hangeless march stars ab v ,

‘ Changele ss m o rn su cceeds t o e ve n S t he e e till v rlasting hills , C n c t he e e ha geless wat h changeless h av n . ’ T o n d et oe n ot e Elie. a hat s a sweet s ng, y it d s chim ’ W e e ou G W e e o . ? ith my h art s inn r v ice h r had y it, uta ta o w ho e e h er o Gu . Fr m a nun was a sheph rd ss in y uth - u sh e e e o e Sh e sadly plag ed was by a cru l st pm th r, till

fled t o a convent and found re st t o h e r soul . ’ NO o o S O e o Fool. d ubt ; n thing pl asant as giving up ne s ’ w she e will in o ne s o n way. But might have l arnt all

- that w ith out taking c old on th e hill tops . lie W e e o E . o ? her th n , F l

F At - o e e or e e o e ool. any market cr ss wh r two thr r gu s are o e e w h o e e e e t o e n or o u e t g th r, hav n ith r grac m nd, c rag ’ ’ No w ou se e t he e e e t o say I did it . y shall sh ph rd ss e Sin s baby dress d in my cap and bells . [ g

W w as re en h orn ' an d o n hen I a g y u g, A n d e to b e t o do want d and , e o oo n I puzzl d my brains ab ut ch si g my line , o Till I found ou t the way that things g .

m e f e e Th e sa e pie c O clay mak s a til , A e or pitch r, a taw, a brick Dan o r e n e e o u cu t o u t n H ac k w lif ; y may a sai t ,

- O r o e e . a bench , fr m the s lf sam stick ’ sew n 1 : THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 43

The i who o urch n squalls in a ga l , By circ u mstance tu rns ou t a rogu e

W i - e o o h le the castle br d brat is a senat r b rn , ’

Or i e o . a sa nt, if r ligi n s in vogue

We on ou r o fall legs in this w rld, t o Blind kit ens, t ssed in neck and heels ! ‘ ’ l is D C N e o ame ircumstance licks atur s cubs int shape, ’ - S th e e . he s mill head, if we are the wh els

T w h z o ? hen y puz le and fret, pl t and dream ’ He that s wise will just follow his nose Co e the ntent dly fish, while he swims with stream ’ Tis n o business o f his where it go es .

i l z t oo for o . E . Far well sung such a saucy s ng o So g . ’ Fool A o W t he do ou t of . y , I ll g . hip g church , and

for Ex it Fool. then rate him being no Christian . [ ’ iz e El . G e uta, th re is sens in that knave s ribaldry We n ot ou r must thus baptize idleness, A n d call it re signation : Which is love ? ’ To do Go or f ? d s will, merely suf er it I do n ot l ove that c ontemplative life No I e o e o f o must h adl ng into s as t il , L o t o f o on o e . eap f r h fr m sel , and spend my s ul th rs Oh o o o t he c ntemplati n palls up n spirit, L ike t he chill silence of an autumn sun

W o e o o - hile acti n, lik the r aring s uth west wind , S e e x i w ep laden with li rs, with rich draughts u t h e oni Q ickening w bed earth . m Gu . A n d et y what bliss, ’ W e o f G o hen dying in the darkn ss d s light, The o e e of u e s ul can pierce thes blinding w bs nat r , An d o u t o The N fl at p othing, which is all things

The o of e - o e u e gr und b ing, where self f rg tf l silenc e -e — G od Is emptin ss, mptiness fulness, fulness ,

T w e o n o w - flake e ill t uch Him, and like a s , m lt ’ Upon His light - sph e re s ke en circum fe re nc e ’ THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT 1 1

Eliz. Hast thou felt this ?

Gu ta, . In part . Eliz . Oh G , happy uta — Mine eyes are dim and what if I misto ok ’ For G o ow n e of d s s lf, the phantoms my brain ? ’ A n d w h o ow n s am I, that my will intent Should put me face t o face with the living G od ? o o e o I , thus thrust d wn fr m the still lak s f thought

o o - fi eld of o Up n a b iling crater lab ur. No He o t o n ot I t o must c me me, Him I God o I If see , bel ved, must see Him In mine own self G u m. Thyself 2 Eliz Wh ? . y start, my sister G o d is reveal e d in th e crucified : Th e crucified must be revealed in me I must put on His righteousness show forth ’ o o o e i His s rr w s gl ry hung r , weep w th Him VVrithe le t e with His stripes, and this aching fl sh S o o e ink thr ugh His fiery baptism int d ath, T I e hat may rise with Him, and in His liken ss Ma e the oo e t h e sad y c aseless heal sick , and s th , A n d give away like Him this flesh and blood To fe e d His lambs— aym w e must die with Him To sense— and love u To o ? W e e o e G m. l ve hat th n b c m s Of marriage vows ? — I it so n ot of . Eliz. know speak them ’ Oh the flow th e on s that s , chasm in all my l ging , W I e o u hich have spann d with c bweb arg ments, ’ t o me e e I Ye yawns bef re still, wher r turn, To bar m e fro m perfe cti on had I given My virgin all t o Christ ! I was n ot worthy I c ould n ot stand alone

Gu a e o o . t , H re c mes y ur husband z o e ! m ! e e e Eli . He c m s y sun and v ry thrilling v in

Proclaims my we akne ss .

’ 4 6 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT 1 :

— The burden of s elf- ru l e— Oh half my work W e e e I o for e e e er as d, and c uld live th and thin , A n d n of e o o . Oh n o t e o take th ught s lf , be j al us, M e o w n e o ! For I it in , min id l thy sake ask I would but be a mate and help more m e et For all thy knightly virtues . i ’ L ew s. Tis t oo true I e o t w o e n e have f lt it l ng we stand, w akli g childr n, e t oo e o Und r hug a burden, while temptati ns L ike adders swarm up round I must be led o But th u alone shalt lead me . z Eli . I ? be loved ! T o mo S L o the e ee his l ad re trengthen , rd , f eble kn s Ye s ! o L ewis. e e w ho e o e th u, my qu n, making thys lf nc i m ne, Hast made me seve nfold thine I ow n th e e guide ’ Of e o o e o o my d v ti ns, min ambiti n s l adstar, The Saint wh os e shrine I serve with lance and lu te o e e If th u wilt hav a rul r, let him be, e e of Kn eel t h T o e . s o er hr ugh the , the rul r thy slav [ . iz Oh e e n t El . o , kn l — If w e But grant my prayer shall find this man, A s w e I o o le t him be ll kn w him , w rthy, Dire ctor o f my c onsci e nce and my actions ’ With all but thee— Within l ove s inn e r shrin e We shall be still al o ne — But joy ! h ere comes

O u r e e . mbassy , succ ssful

En ter CO NRAD wi h CO UNT WAL TER Monks , t , , d e t L a i s, e c.

Con rad P t o o . . eace this h use

e t o o o . Eli . Hail y ur h liness e i u L w s. Th e of o odour y r sanctity and might, W e of P e ith balmy st am and gales aradis ,

Fore stalls y ou hither . liz e u s o E . Bl ss d ubly , master,

W o . ith holy doctrine , and with h ly prayers ’ SCENE 1 1 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 47

’ i e I of C Con . C h ldr n, am the servant hrist s servants A n d n e eds must yield to tho se w h o may c ommand By right of creed I do accept y our bounty Not for for e myself, but that pricel ss name , W o o o on h se dread auth rity and due c mmissi , A e of e ttest d by the seal His vic gerent, I hear unwo rthy here through my vile lips Christ and His vicar thank you ; on myse lf ’ An d e C r o oo these, my brethr n , h ist s ad pted p r ’ A o oo or do - menial s crust, and s me waste n k, g hutch , W o l e herein the w rth ess flesh may nightly hid , A re o best best wed . You shall be wh e re y ou will Do ou o o e what y will unquesti ned, un bserv d , E o e e o nj y, refrain sil nc and s litude , The e e o b tt r part which such like spirits cho se, We l o o ou ou r wil pr vide nly be y master, An d o for o we y ur servants, a few sh rt days Oh , blessed days Con Ah b e n ot . , hasty, madam ; Think wh om you we lc ome on e w ho has n o skill To wink and speak smooth thin gs who m fear of G od Co t o w ho nstrains daily wrath ; brings, alas A o n ot e o e o e t he o sw rd, p ace within wh s b n s w rd

- u fi re o Burns like a pent p , and makes him b ld in ou or o e e If aught y y urs shall s m amiss, To cry aloud and spare n ot le t me g o To for ou — I e o o pray y as hav d ne l ng time, t o u Is sweeter than o chide y . liz u E . Then yo r prayers Shall drive home y our re bukes for both w e ne e d y ou

O u r e are ou r o e . snar s many , and sins are m r ’ n t n a — So say o y I ll spe ak with yo u apart. n [EL IZABETH a d CO NRAD retire. L ewis e We W e h w e o u asid . o ( ) ll, alt r mine , lik y the go o d legate Wat Wa e e o of e e . lt r has se n n ught him but his y ’ A n d o e that d n t pl ase him . ’ THE SAINT s TRAGEDY A CT 1 1

Ho w ! L ewis. so , sir that face — a o e e Is pure and meek calm and th ughtful y . A o o e e Wat. e oo shall w, st ny, st adfast y that l ks at e e n or e e o n ith r man b ast in the fac , but at s mething invisible o o ou ou a yard bef re him , thr ugh y and past y , at a fascina o o of x o o ti n, a gh st fi ed purp ses that haunts him , fr m which o n r u I n eithe r re as n o pity will t rn him . have see n such m en o — e or an eye in p ssessed with d vils, with self sleek, o e w h o are t oo t o be passi nl ss men , refined manly, and e e e e e f o o e e m asur their grac by th ir f eminacy cr k d v rmin , w h o o e e o e o u t e swarm up in pi us tim s, b ing dr wn d of th ir earthly hau nts by th e spring - tide of religi o n and so of o e o th e of th e oo making a gain g dlin ss, swim up n first fl d , till it cast them ashore on the firm beach of we alth and

I u o e - e e station . always mistr st th s wall y d saints . Sir Co o e L ewis. o Beware, unt ; y ur k en and w rldly wit o o for o e n ot t o Is g d w rldly us s, tilt

Withal at holy m e n and h oly things . He pl e ases w e ll the spiritual sense Of m o e e o e e my st pe rl ss lady, wh s disc rnment Is still the touchstone o f my gro ss e r fancy ou o e He is her friend, and mine and y must l v him f r u r e o e to a b s an der A o Eve n o o sak s al n . ( y t ) w rd with

ou . y , sir

[In the meantime EL IZABETH and CO NRAD are talking

together. ]

Eliz I o . w uld be taught ’ Con u . o o o e It seems y claim s me kn wledg , oo u e e By ch sing thus yo r t ach r. w Elie . I would kno more Con o t — b e n o . G e o oo th n the sch ls and wiser, madam ’ A n d let G o e e t o t o e d s charg her run waste , se k Th e bitte r fruit of kn owle dge — hunt the rainbo w ’ O r e e e o o e . hill and dal , whil wisd m rusts at h m

Eliz. I o b e o e w uld h ly, mast r Be s o e . , th n ’ ’

G o n e if . d s will stands fair tis thi which fails, any ’ SCENE 1 11 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 4 9

Eliz I o o how t o u e . w uld kn w r l Con T e o . h n must th u learn

The e of u . n eds s bjects, and be ruled thyself S o o e t o o e o ink, if th u l ng st rise bec m m st small e e The strength which come s by weakness makes th great. liz I E . will . ‘ i e o e e e L ewis. W o Z C hat, st ll at l ss ns m , my fair st sist r, e o o o Ex eu n t Ush r the h ly man unt his l dgings . [ V l al e so t he — l a . on . So e e ( ) , , birds are lim d H aven do n t oo se o e e e grant that we o s n e them st w d in s parate cag s. f “e o e e . I o t o ll, here my pr ph sying nds shall g my lands , and see how much t he gentle me n my n e ighbours have stol e n O ff the m the last week — Prie sts ? Frogs in the ’ king s b edchamber ! What says the song ?

I o e b ou n d o nc had a , a right good h und , A h ound b oth flee t and strong o h e e b ed He ate at my b ard, and sl pt by my , An d th ran with me all e day long . Bu t e o o e e e my wif t k a pri st, a shav ling pri st, ’ A n d e r h a e n o e . such fri ndships car al , qu th So e h er e e oo e my wif and priest th y drugg d the p r b ast, ’ A n d the e n for rat s ban is waiti g me .

SCENE III

e Gatewa o a i Th Con ven t. t y f N gh .

t En er CO NRA D .

n T w o e e t o me Wo o Co . his night she s ears bedi nc ndr us L ord How T o o e e o e hast h u p ned a path, wher my y ung dr ams May fi n d f u lfilment the re are prophe cies h r h o e sh e n ot o e e me hold. W ? Up n , mak y c m s Sh h ow e o be e e n o w . S e sh uld h r by trang , I shrink ’

who e t fe e of or n . I, ne er y lt f ar man fie d E ’ 50 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT 1 1

Obedienc e t o my will An awful charge t o of o But yet, have the training her sainth od ’ To watch her rise above this wild world s waves ’ L e o e - e ik fl ating wat r lily, towards h aven s light O i o w o pening its v rgin sn ws, ith g lden eye M o the o e to b e o irr ring g ld n sun ; her champi n , ‘ ’ An d war with fi ends for he r ; that were a que st That were true chivalry t o bring my Ju dge T for o o o l his jewel His cr wn this n ble s u , Wo o u o rth th sand prudish cl ds of barren clay, ’ Wh o m ope for heave n because earth s grapes are sour ’ of o e the fi rst fru it s Her, full y uth, flush d with heart s rich , T o — o angled in earthly p mp and earthly l ve . Wife ? Saint by her face she sh ould be : with such looks The e of e e o qu en heav n, perchanc , sl w pacing came A o o u r Do d wn sleeping wards , when minic S u — sh e o ank fainting, dr nk with beauty is m st fair Po o ! ow o Of f — k o h I kn n ught airness this I n w, Sh e f calls hersel my slave, with such an air A s n ot b e o o speaks her queen, slave that shall l ked to She must be pinioned or she w ill range abroad ’ Up on t oo bold a wing t will c o st her pain But what of that ? the re are worse things than pain ’ W ! n ot et ? hat y here I ll in , and there await her ’ In prayer before the altar : I have ne e d on t ’ e o e A n d shall have more b f re this harv st s ripe .

s ONRAD oes ou t EL AB TH ISENTRUDIS and GUTA A C g , IZ E , , n er e t .

hi m o e o Eliz. I saw just bef r us let us nward

We must n ot see m t o loite r. T ou Isen . hen y promise Ex act obe dience t o 1118 sole directio n Henceforth in e very scruple li can E z. In all I , An d b e fe a wi . la n ot o Ga . Is it a double b ndage ’ s om e w THE SAINT s TRAGEDY t i

’ o Be A o e . e husband s will is cl g n ugh sur ,

T o e e e o e e o . h ugh fr , I crav m re fr d m Eliz So do I .

u e ee m e— o e This servit d shall fr fr m mys lf. ’ Therefore I ll swear. To what ? I kno w n ot wholly

o w e t o - i But this I kn w, that I shall s ar n ght To yield my will unto a wiser will ’ ’ To see G o ou e d s truth thr gh ey s which , like the eagle s, o A e e t he Fr m higher lps undazzled y sun . Compelled t o discipline from which my sloth Wou e — t o e e o ld shrink, unbidd n , de p d vi us paths W ul o n ow u hich my d l sight w uld miss, I can pl nge , ’ An d dare life s eddie s fearless .

Isen You e . . will r pent it ’

ia. d e n w T e o El o o . e . I r pent, even her f re I ll sw ar A n d i t o o b nd myself that, which nce being right, W n ot e i om ill be l ss r ght, when I shrink fr it. No if the e n d be gained— if I be raise d ’ ’ To e o e u se o fre r, n bl r , I ll dare, I ll welc me e o e e Him and his m ans, th ugh th y wer racks and flam e s .

C to e . Ex eu n t ome, ladies, let us in, and the chap l [

SCENE IV

R d UTA ISENT IS an a L ad . A Chamber. G UD , , y

Do o o — bu t for L ady. ubtless she is m st h ly wisdom ’ Sa e t o u e y if tis wis spurn all r l s, all censures, A n d mountebank it in the public ways Till sh e becomes a jest ? ’ Isen o . H w s this L ad Fo on y. r e thing e a e her o e e e Yestre n I p ss d in the p n str t, ol o o e of n e F l wing the v cal lin chanti g pri sts, 52 ’ THE SA INT S TRAGEDY ACT 1 1

C o e an d lad in r ugh serg , with her s oft bare fe et Wooing th e ruthl e ss flin t s t h e gaping cro wd ow o e u o e Unkn ing wh m th y held , did thr st and j stl Her tende r limbs she saw me as she passe d A n d an d he r e W blushed veiled face, and smil d ithal . ’ e Oh n t Is n . o e e et , think, she s sev nt en y . n t G a. Why ex pect Wisdom with love in all ? Each has his gift Ou r souls are o rgan pipes o f diverse stop A n d various pitch each with its prope r no tes

T e - e e of G od hrilling b neath the self sam br ath . ’ T o oo o o o h ugh p r al ne, yet j ined , they re harm ny. Beside s these higher spirits must n ot bend To c ommon methods in the ir inn er world T e o o o e x e o h y m ve by br ader laws, at wh s e pr ssi n We o n ot : e she o must ad re, cavil h re c mes The S the oo of C ministering aint, fresh from p r hrist.

EL I ABETH ent ers withou t cloak or shoes carr in an em Z , y g pty

basket.

’ Isen W e e P ? G h er o ! . hat s h r , my rincess uta, fetch r bes e ! R st, rest, my child l a Oh ! i throwin herse on a se . El z. ( g f t) I have seen such things I shudder still your gay lo oks dazzle m e A s those w h o l ong in hide ou s darkn e ss pen t ’ Blink at t h e daily light this room s t oo bright n We o e e , sit in a cl ud, and sing, like pictur d a g ls — th e o u oo w o An d say , w rld r ns sm th hile right bel w Welters th e black fermenting heap of life On which ou r state is built : I saw this day W an d C o e hat we might be, still be hristian w m n — I saw on e e A n d mo thers t oo , laid in childb d m The se three cold we eks u p on the black da p straw e o di or e NO nu rs s, c r als , that nic parade With which w e try t o balk t he cu rse o f Ev e x o bo d e t e o e , A n y she laugh d, and sh w d her bu m y

’ 5 4 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A C T 11

Eliz Oh ! e n ot . chid , nurse My he art is full— and ye t I went n ot far E e e o o oo o ven h r , cl se by, where my own b wer l ks d wn o o n of oof Up n that unkn w sea wavy r s, ’ I turned into an alley neath the wall An d o e t o l — The of stepped fr m arth hel light heaven, The o o o c mm n air, was narr w, gross, and dun The tiles did drop from the e aves the unhinge d doors ’ To e o e r oo e e e e tt red inky p ls, wher re k d and curdl d The offal of a life the gaunt - haunch e d swine ’ Growled at th eir christene d playmates o e r the scraps . Shrill mothe rs cursed wan children wailed ; sharp cou ghs Rang through the crazy chambers ; hung ry eyes G o old e x lared dumb repr ach, and p rple ity, ’ Too stale for words o er still and weble ss looms The listless craftsm e n through their elf- l ocks sc owled T o hese were my pe ple all I had , I gave They snatched it thankless (was it n ot their own ? W o e e t oo ? rung fr m th ir veins , r turning all late ) Or of e o in the new delight rar p ssession, o o e on e F rg t the giv r did sit apart, , A n d shivere d on a stone ; beneath her rags Ne t w o fleshless o stled impish , , leering b ys , Grown old before their youth they crie d for bread She e o e chid th m d wn, and hid her face and w pt — I o o o I had given all t ok my cl ak , my sh es ’ ’ (What could I else ? Twas but a moment s want W o o hich she had b rne , and b rne, day after day), A n d e e clothed her bare gaunt arms and purpl d f et, T n t o o hen slu k ashamed away wealth and h nour .

r CONRAD ente s.

What ! Conrad ? unann ounced ! This is t oo bold ! Peace ! I have le nt myself— and I must take The o f o o e e ? usury that l an y ur pleasur , mast r M u t e e o CO N. b adam, yest rday, I bad y ur presence , To hear the pre ache d word of God I preache d A n d ou e n ot - W e n ow o o ? yet y cam . h re is y ur ath ’ SCENE Iv THE SAINT s TRAGEDY 55

W e th e t o ou e t o m e ? her is right bid , y gav

Am I yo u r ghostly guide ? I asked it n ot . Of o ow n ou e y ur will y tender d that, which, given , — W e ? e n ot o e u . B came ch ic , but d ty hat is her

T n ot or o - e hink that alms, l wly seeming garm nts , ’ Se - lle u e e e lf wi d h milities, pride s d c nt mumm rs, Can raise above Obedience she from G od Her o e e e o e o sancti n draws , whil th s we f rg urselves ,

Mere to ols to clear her n e cessary path . — GO free thou art n o slave : G od doth n ot o w n

Unwilling service, and His ministers M n ot e e o ust lure, drag in l ash henc f rth I leave thee Riot in thy se lf-willed fancies pick thy steps ’ By thine ow n will - O - the -wisp toward the pit it O NRA D Ex C . l o . Farewel , pr ud girl [ W o e Eliz. Oh God , hat have I d n ’ off of o e I have cast the clue this w rld s maz , An d e o let o , lik an idi t, my b at adrift A bove the wate rfall — I had n o me ssage ’ Ho w s this ? We Isen . s of n o o pa sed it by, as matter m ment o e o i o f o Up n the sudd n c m ng y ur gue sts . ’ Eliz N0 . moment Tis enough t o have drive n him forth ’ ’ An d that s e nough t o damn m e : I ll n ot chide you ’ I can see nothing but my loss I ll t o him ’ o o e e I ll g in sackcl th, bathe his f et with t ars An d know nor sle ep n or food till I am forgive n An d ou adi . C . y must with me, l es ome and find him SCENE V

A Hall in the Castle I n the back r u n . g o d a Group of diseased and de ormed Be ars CONRAD en terin EL ABETH f gg g, IZ mes orw rd to e co f a me t him.

Gon . W o o ? hat d st th u, daughter

Eliz. Ah o t , my h noured mas er T e hat name speaks pardon , sur . on W o u C . ? hat d st tho , daughter ’ liz e e e o e . E . I hav b en washing thes p or p ople s fe et

on . A o C wise humiliati n . O Eliz. S I meant it A n d u se it as a penance f or my pride A n d ou ow n yet, alas, thr gh my vulgar likings ’ - Or o n o e o t o . stubb r self c nc it, tis n ne me I marvel how th e Saints thus tam e d their spirits S t o o b u t o e ure be humbled by such t il, pr v s,

Not u e ou r o . c r s, l fty mind Con T ou e e . h sp ak st well ’ The knave w h o serv e s unto an oth e r s n e e ds Knows himself able r than the man w ho ne e ds him An d w ho oo n ot o e o she st ps, will f rg t, that st oping st Implie s a height to e e p from . i El e . Could I se e My Saviour in His po or ! Th ou shalt h e re afte r ’ But n ow t o wash Christ s fe et were dange rous h o nour For e e o ou e w akling grac w uld y be humbl , daughter, You u oo n o t o an d se e o e m st l k up, d wn, y urs lf

A o - n paltry at m, sap transmitti g vein ’ Of Christ s vast vine the prettiest j oint and m e mbe r Of o o w n n o e n o His great b dy str ngth, will , ’ Save that which from t h e ruling h e ad s c omm and T ou e e e let e die hr gh me , as nerv , d riv s thys lf

A n d e t o e e . dying, ris again full r lif To be a whol e is t o be small an d weak ’ SCENE v THE SA INT s TRAGEDY 57

To be a part is to be gre at and mighty In the on e spirit of the mighty whole The spirit of the martyrs and the saints The i o f the u e on o o e e sp rit q e n , wh se t w red n ck We e hang, bl st ringlets liz Wh ! e fire ! E . y thin eyes flash are n t o Con . But hush ! such words o for c urts and halls

A G o e . lone with od and me , thou shalt hear m r

[Ex it CONRAD . Eliz A s r e . when ich chanting ceases sudd nly An d e e o — Oh L the rapt s ns c llapses , that ewis Could feed my so ul thus ! But t o work— t o work W o e ? Ah o o e hat wilt th u, littl maid , I f rg t th e Th o e — Sa e y m ther li s in childbed y, in tim ’ I ll bring the baby t o the font myself. o me m e t o It knits them unt , and them, T o of o o — How n ow hat b nd sp ns rship , good dame Wh ence then so sad ? ’ man Wo . A n t e o pl ase y ur nobleness, My neighbour Gretl is with h er husband laid

In burning fe ver. Eliz o t o e . . I will c me th m W n A the u f u u oma . o or o lack, place is f l s ch as y An d fe ar o f plagu e has cle are d t h e lane of lodge rs If you could se nd Eliz W ? e . hat wher I am afraid ’

To o e ? T o e . g mys lf, send others hat s strange d ctrin ’

es u in to the Hall. I ll be with you anon . [Go p

ISENTRU DIS enters with a basket.

’ — Isen . Wh o n ow y, here s a weight these c rdials ,

simples, Want a stout page to be ar them y e t her fancy

to o o e t o e e e f. Is still g al n , h lp h rs l ’ W t e n d ? n or the e ? here will all In mad ess, grav No limbs can stand these drudge rie s n o spirit ’ 58 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT 1 1

Th e fretting harrow which this ru fhan priest Calls education Ah e e C ! her com s our ount .

[COUNT WA L TER en ters as from a jou rn ey ]

To o t oo e — W e e ou late, sir, and s ldom her hav y been

T e o o e o for o - hes f ur m nths past, whil we are s ld b nd slaves Unto a p e e vish friar ? t Wa . Wh o y, my fair r sebud A o n ot e t trifle overbl wn, but less sw e I e fo r ou have b en pining y , till my hair ’ Is as gray as any badger s . ’ Is n e . n ot I ll jest .

a - e S Wt. What ? has my wall yed aint shown you his temper

Isen . Th e i of o f rst his peevish fancies was, that she sh uld e at nothing which was n ot honestly and peac e ably c ome by. W Wh u t o o e t al. o o y, I heard that y had j ined that s c Isen A n o o t o . d m re fool I . But ladies are b und set an ex ample— while they are n o t bo und t o ask whe re every o o o starv a thing c mes fr m with her, p or child, scruples and tion were her daily die t ; meal after meal she rose from e t he L o e i table empty, unl ss andgrave n dd d and w nked her to some lawful eatable till sh e that us e d to tak e h er food like t o o o o an angel, wi h ut kn wing it, was thinking fr m m rning t o e e she e at or o e . night wh th r might this, that, the th r

Wal. Poo E ! the o e ou r ves if w rld l aves y innocent, the C i e the o ou hurch w ll not . Betw en the devil and direct r, y are sure t o g et y our share of the apples of knowledge . Isen T he o t o o of o . S C . rue en ugh c mplained nrad her e o o scrupl s, and he t ld her, that by the law was the kn w of ledge sin . al L ? W . But what said ewis

I en . A sh e s s e . o much b witched as , sir He has t ld her, o e e e n ot for t he u e and m r than her, that w r it la ght r and - of o o o h er e ill will his bar ns, he w uld j in in the sam ’ ’ t o abstinence . But all this is child s play the friar s last outbreak . ’ SCENE v THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 59

W ! the ou o o e al . Ah sermon which y all f rg t, wh n the Marchioness o f Misn ia came suddenly ? I he ard that war had been proclaimed on that score ; but what terms of peace were c oncluded ? en Te of Do t o be Is . rms peace ! you call it peace ’ e o n u e e e l d livered ver to his ns tend r m rci s, myse f and

G e ou r — w e e o - uta, as w ll as lady, as if had b en b nd slaves and blackamoors ? l ee e . Wa . You n d not have submitt d W o hear t o se e o e Isen . hat c uld I my po r child wand ring o h er o — I up and d wn, wringing hands like a mad w man who have live d for n o on e else this six te e n years ? Guta — e t o o o so o . talk d sentimen called it a gl ri us cr ss, and f rth oo I t k it as it came . ’

Wat. A n d ot n o . g quarter, I ll warrant ’ Isen Do of it — m o the . n t talk y p or back tingles at ou th ght . a Th e o of th e o Wl. sweet Saints think every w man w rld n o be tter than sh e shou ld be and without meaning t o be u w u A o o e ou for o . s envi s, y all a grudge past flirtati s I ’

n ow o v e e ou e . am a knight, it s r, I lik y all the bett r for it n W Ise . hat ? l W e Wa . w ho ll o h n I see a woman wi stand by her w rd, t w o w ho A n d o and will stand by their mistress . the m nk, ’ t oo— e oo for ther s mettle in him . I t k him a canting

- e w ho u carpet haunter but be sur , the man will b lly his o w n o has o o e ou e patr ns an h nest purp s in him , th gh it b ars

- f th e e w on o . No strange fruit this wicked hither side grav ,

of e - u se o e e t o my fair nymph the birch n tree, y ur int r st find me suppe r and lodging ; for y our el egant squire s of th e trencher look su rly on me here : I am the prophe t n o who has honour in his own c ountry . ’ 60 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT 11

SCENE VI

h Dawn . A rock at leadin o a mo n in A y p g t u ta Chapel.

Peasan sit in on a s on e with do and cross- bow t t g t g .

Pea an sin in s t ( g g).

O oo o ver the wild m r, in reddest dawn of m rning, Gaily the huntsman d own gree n dro ve s must roam O th e oo e n e of e ver wild m r, in gray st wa vening, Weary the huntsman comes wandering h ome o o H me, h me,

n Wh e If he has o e . o comes h re

[A Woodcu tter en ters with a laden ass ]

What art going about ? ’ d u tter T o o e o . lVoo c . warm th r f lks backs eas T o the o o lot — e P . h u art in c mm n Jack arns and Gill ’ — e the e o of ou W spends therein li s tru divisi n lab r. hat s thy name ’

kVoodc. e e or e o so B st a keeper, man , a charm r, that d st cate chise me ? — I Peas. o e e for e B th am a k ep r, I ke p all I catch and ’ for e ou t of o e n a charmer, I driv bad spirits h nest m s u t rnips . ' M u s b ? oodc. e ary sain , what they like ’ e — e f o a e P as. o e o e e o F ur legg d kitch ns l ath r, c king f rm rs ’

o o e e o e e or e e . cr ps int butch r s m at by night, with ut l av lic nc d h ’ Woo e. o e t ou rt e e e ? By t k n, a de r st al r do Peas. S e u o ? o o . teal r, q th he I have d mini n I what

I lik e wi th mine own . Wo T e ow n ? ode. hin — P eas. Yea e , marry for, saith the pri st, man has domini on ov e r th e be ast of the field and t h e fow l of the so e n me n o o o air I , b i g as I am a man, as g , have d mini n o e th e ee 1n ou o o e e e v r d r my trade, as y have m y urs v r sl p e mice and woodpeck rs .

’ 62 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT 1 1

D e th e e l e e e p in warm val the vil age is sl ping, Sleeping t h e firs on t h e bl e ak ro ck abov e No e u e e ught wak s, save gratef l h arts , sil ntly creeping t o L th e f e Up the ord in might o th ir love .

W T o e t o L o e e T hat h u hast giv n me, rd, h r I bring hee, O o th e O f o d ur, and light, and magic g ld e o o T e u n T e F et which must f ll w he , lips which m st si g he , L e f r T e e e r r old imbs which must ach o h e the y g o w .

W T e t o m e L e e e hat hou hast giv n , ord, h r I t nder, L of e ow n e the o f o e ife min lif , fruit my l v T e e m e e n e ake him, yet l av him , till I shall r d r th e e o Co e . unt of pr ci us charge, kneeling abov

u h The Peasan ts [They pass p the p at . come ou t ]

No o Peas. gh st, but a mighty pretty wench , with a mighty swee t voice . ’ Woodc We ? W e e b e ? Tis . nch, indeed h r thy manners — the P her L adyship rincess . The Pr e ! A o o e Peas. inc ss y , I th ught th s little white ou t of o o — feet were but lately br adcl th still, I say , a mighty sweet voice— I wish she had n ot sung so sweetly ’ —it e t o o o mak s things arise in a b dy s head , d es that singing : a wonde rful handsome lady ! a royal lady ! n Did o e o e . Woode. But a m st unwis ye mind the ? e e o gold If I had such a tr nch r full, it sh uld sleep warm o i o t o o in a st ck ng, instead of being made a br ther wls

for e o e t o . here, very r gu snatch at ho h as h er ? Peas. Wh ? w y, then dare arm such , man Na o of w e are oo o Woodc. y, nay, n ne us, p r f lks, we fear n ow G od and the king. But if she had met a gentleman —heaven help her ! Ah ! thou hast lost a chance— tho u ’ ou t o u o ow on might st have run pr misc usly , and d n thy ’

e for n e w . knees, and begg d thy pardon the comer s sake

T e e e . her was a chance , ind d

eas. Poo P h, man, I have done nothing but lose chances ’ SCENE v u THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 63

fire e all my days . I fell into the the day I was christen d , and eve r since I am like a fresh - trimmed fi r- tree every t foul feather sticks o me. d o Woo e. G e th e e Off , shrive thys lf, and pri st will scrub

u e - o n ow oo - thy t rpentin with a new hair cl th and , g d day,

a- f the maids are waiting or their fire wood . o — T Peas. A w rd before you go ake w arning by me o e o — P t o t h e S t av id that same s rpent, wisd m ray aints o make you a blo ckhead— Neve r s end y our boys to school For e o o o H aven kn ws, a p or man that will live h nest, and o t o n o o e o die in his bed, ught have m r sch larship than a o n o o u pars n, and m re brains than yo r j ackass .

SCENE VII

as le EL ABETH and her su i e s an din The Gateway of a C t . IZ t t g l e b i ht o st s. b el w at the top of a f g f p Mo o .

e ! e ! ! e . P as. Bread Br ad Bread give us bread ; we p rish ’ G od o e o l st oice. A e ! V y, giv , give, give kn ws, we r l ng a p st earning. 2d u r e o l e o o Voice. O sk let n chi dr n lie al ng in the r ads 3d oice O u r e e o o o e V . sh p dr p dead ab ut the fr z n leas 4 th Voice O u r o o for . harness and our sh es are b iled fo od ’

Old Man s Voice. S tarved, withered , autumn hay that thanks the scythe S ou t o o mow o end y ur sw rdsmen, the dry bents d wn , ’ — e u An d make this long death short we ll n ver str ggle . l e ! ! A l. Br ad Bread — W e ? Eliz . A y , bread her is it, knights and servants Wh e e o o o n ot y butler, s n schal , this fo d f rthc mes ’

Bu ler. A s e e e o e e : e e o t la , w v eat n all urs lv s h av n kn ws The pages broke th e bu ttery hatches down

The boys we re starved almost .

h er o . oice below. A o t o e V y, she can find en ugh f ast mini ns ’ THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT 1 1

’ ’ Woman s Voice How . o can she kn w what tis, months and months To oo e th e o o st p and straddl in cl gging fall ws , Bearing abou t a living babe within you ? A n d then at night t o fat yourself and it

O n fi r- e . bark, madam , and wat r

Eliz. My good dame T ou : for oo G od o hat which y bear, I bear f d, kn ws, I have n ot taste d food this live - long day Nor n f will till you are served. I se t or wheat

o KOln o e - a o Fr m and fr m the Rhin land, days g O God ! why c omes it not ?

En r b low COUNT WA L TER w t r han er om e i h a Me c t. t f , ,

’ t o o m e Wa . S tand back y u ll ch ke , rascals

A e u o e e . e o o rch rs , bring p th s mul s Her c mes the c rn

e e o e o e e - e H r c m s y ur guardian ang l , pl nty lad n , W n o o o e e o ith white wings, but g d whit wh at, my b ys, ’ Quarters o n quarte rs— if you ll pay for it

h . Eliz. O ! give him all he asks Wal The o e . sc undr l wants T e e e hr e tim s its valu . Merchan t t e . No a penny l ss I bought it on speculati on— I must live ’ I e t e o e g my br ad by buying c rn that s ch ap, ’ A n d e e e M ou s lling wh r tis dearest . ass, y need it,

A n d you must pay according t o your n e e d . — Mob. Hang him hang all regrate rs hang the forestall ing dog t h e off m lVal. D e e e e . riv r, l nd her halt r that ule liz a o E . N Co y , unt the c rn is his, and his the right To fix w n conditions for his o . W o Mer. ell sp ken A wise and royal lady She will se e The e o e Wh t h e o trad pr t cted . y, I kept c rn Now so S T e o on e e . hre m nths v ntur , help me aints , o e o e I am a l s r by it, quite a l s r

SO S . help me aints, I am ’ SCENE v 1 1 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 65

Eliz You n ot . will sell it S e w ou av at a price hich , by the bill y tender, ou r s e o e n ot Is far beyond mean . H aven kn ws, I grudg

I o e o e . have s ld my plat , have pawned my r bes and j wels Mortgage d broad lands and castles t o buy food A n d n ow n o o e — A e or I have m r bat , trust r O u r honour fo the diffe renc e . Not a p enny n o o rofi t I trust n bles . I must make my p ’ e e I ll hav my pric , or take it back again .

liz M - E . o e o o e st miserabl , c ld, sh rt sight d man, Who for thy selfish gains dost welc ome make ’ ’ G bat t en e st on o oe od s wrath, and thy fell ws w s, ’ W ? l o e o t o hat wi t thou turn fr m h aven s gate , pen thee, T o o hr ugh which thy charity may passp rt be , ’ An d w in o o ? Oh for o thy l ng greed s pard n , nce Dare t o be great sho w mercy t o thyself ! Se e how that boiling sea of human heads

W - e t o h : e o aits open mouth d bless t ee sp ak the w rd, An d the ir triumphant quire of jubilatio n ’ S G o o oo hall pierce d s cl udy fl r with praise and prayers, ’ ’ An d o u ou e dr wn the acc ser s c nt in angels ars .

In the meantim TER have bee hrowin down the e WAL e t c . n [ , , t g whea to the Mob t . )

God — o P Mob. bless the goo d Count Bless the h ly rin cess — Hurrah fo r wheat Hurrah for on e full stomach . ’ Mer Ah ! ! o . that s my wheat treas n , my wheat, my money ’ Eliz. Wh ere is the wretch s wh e at ? e o B l w, my lady ; We o on the f o o c unted charm o y ur sweet w rds , A n d so for him o o e e did what, y ur serm n nd d, ou He w ld have done himself. ’

Kn t o o . ight. Twere rude d ubt it Mer on . Ye rascal bar s ’ 66 THE SA INT s TRAGEDY A CT 1 1

What Are w e burgh e rs monkeys for your pastim e ? ’

We e o . eiz s R ll cl ar the dds [S e WAL TE . — Wat. So e a o ft, fri nd w rm will turn . T o Voices below . hr w him down

Wd l. Do st hear that, friend Thos e pups are ke en - toothed they have eat of late hVorse o e Co o e bac n to their br ad than thee . me , c m , ’ Pu t up thy knife we ll give thee market- price A n d o o — ou t if th u must have m re why, take it

In board and lodging in the castl e dunge on .

dis erse WAL TER leads him ou t the Mob . [ ; , etc , p ]

’ i Now — n El z. then there s many a o e lies faint at home ’ o I ll g to them myself. Isen W n ow ? o . hat start f rth o e o so In this m st bitt r fr st, thinly clad Eliz Tu t e o t o- . , tut, I w ar my w rking dress day, A n d o w ho o o th se w rk, r be lightly en Na Is . y, my child , For o e o nce ke p up y ur rank . Eliz T . hen I had best o t o e oo e e R ll th ir d r in lacqu y d equipage, A n d dole my halfp e nce from my satin purse — o n I am their sister I must l ok like o e . ’ I am their queen— I ll prove myse lf the gre ate st f e By b e ing th e minister o all . So com aside An d o Now t o my pastime . ( ) in happy t il — o e of o VVe are e are e . F rg t this whirl d ubt w ak, we w ak O e : o t o th e o nly wh n still put th u thine hand pl ugh ,

The spirit drives thee on . I sen You t o o ! . live fast liz Too We t oo o — ou r oo E . fast ? live sl w gummy bl d W o e o e ou o e ith ut fr sh purging airs fr m heav n , w ld ch k

S o e o o o e . l w r and sl wer, till it st pped and fr z G od ! n ot u e o fight we within a c rs d w rld , Whose very air tee ms thick with l e ag ue d fi en ds Each word we speak has infinite effe cts Each s oul w e pass must g o t o h e aven or h ell ’ SCENE v m THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 67

An d this ou r one chance through e te rn ity To dr di e e e op and , like d ad leaves in the brak , Or e o o e lik the meteor st ne, th ugh wh lmed itself, Kindle the dry moors into fruitful blaze A n d yet we live to o fast ! e e o Be earnest , arnest , arnest ; mad, if th u wilt Do o o e what th u d st as if the stak were heaven , A n e e re — d that thy last d d e the judgment day . W ’ ’ T ’ e o o o . h n all s d ne , n thing s d ne here s rest above o e Ecceu nt Below let work be death, if work be l v [

SCENE VIII

le n t AL T R mber in the ast . Cou s W E U A Cha C GO . A bbo , H , etc , t,

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nt Hu o. o as C Cou g I can t f rget it, I am a hristian man . To ask for of f o e a stoup beer at break ast, and be t ld th re was n o bee r allowed in the house— her L adyship had give n all the malt to the p oo r . h A bbot. To e f ? give aw ay t staf of life, eh u o Th l l ir H . e S . C. All g ife itse f, , the life itself that ’ e m o barley, that would hav war ed many an h nest fellow s

o e . c ppers , wast d in filthy cakes bb t Th e e of e o e i A o . par nt s raphic ale degraded int pl be an o ! e e Sir n o t o d ugh Ind d, , we have right lessen wantonly the amount of human enj oyment ’

C Wal. . In heaven s name , what would you have her do , while the people were eatin g grass ? N od s t o o C Hu o. . g ob y a ked them eat it ; n body asked to e i l ee e s them be ther to eat it ; if they w l br d lik rabbit , let I— I them feed like rabbits, say never married till I could keep a w ife . t o W e ! How t o see A bbo . Ah C of , unt alt r sad a man your se nse so led away by his fe e lings ! Had but this i o ou t o e d spensation been left to w rk itself , and ev lv the ’ ble ssing implicit in all he ave n s chasten in gs Had but th e ste rn be nevo lences of providence remained undisturbed by ’ her ladyship s carnal te nderness — what a b oon had this famine b e e n Wal H C. ow ? . then , man — A bbo . How o o Ah t many a po r soul w uld be lying , — ’ blessed thought in Abraham s bos om ; who must n ow toil on still in this val e of te ars — Pardon this pathe tic dew — I o C cann t but feel as a hurchman .

3d Cou n . L oo ir T e t o S . o t k at it in this way, h re are many of u s— too many— Where you have on e job you have Wh e e e o . e o three w rkmen y, I thr w thr hundred acr s int u — it e past re myself this year sav s money, and risk, and

o e . tr uble, and tith s W o h e h C. Wat. t o t P e w o hat w uld you say rinc ss , talks o f bre aking u p all h er parks t o wheat nex t ye ar ?

3d Cou n . A sk t o e on t he wh o t her tak thirty families, were just going t o tramp off those thre e hu ndre d acres

- she n ot o into the Rhine land , if had kept them in b th on — o senses this winter, and left them my hands nce a beggars, always begg rs . ’ u h C. H o. W t e e g ell, I m a practical man, and I say , sharp r e the famine, the higher are prices, and the higher I s ll , the ’ o so o e Sir m re I can spend the m ney circulat s, , that s the word— like water— sure to run downwards again an d so ’ ’ ’ it s as broad as it s long ; and h e re s a health— if there ’ e e — t o e e A oo was any b r the farm rs fri nds, bl dy war and ’ a wet harve st . For e A bbo . S o o o . t tr ngly put, th ugh c rrectly the s lf interest of each it is which produces in th e aggregate the happy equilibrium of all . ’ We — o e C Wal. . ll the w rld is right well mad , that s ’ certain ; and He w ho made the Jews sin ou r salvatio n may ou t of o o ou t of o e o bring plenty famine, and c mf rt c v t us e oo ou S e b e n ss. But l k y , irs , private selfishn ss may public e e be u w al , and yet privat selfishness j st as surely damned, for all that. u n Sir e e 3d Co . o t I h ld, , that every alms is a fr sh badg o f slave ry .

’ THE SAINT s TRAGEDY A CT 1 :

Omn es O n ? Do ou the ? . us y call us idlers at o e t o do so — — C. W . S m dare But fear not In the ’ l e u e t o o e t o the t o fu ness of time, all that s light st is s r c m p again .

Hu o. s C. g But what rascal call us idlers mn es O . N . ame, name h — Wal. W u C. o I o y, if y ask me heard a shrewd serm n the othe r day on that same idleness and immorality te x t of ’ ’ ’ A - o . T C th e P e e o the bb t s was onrad, rinc ss dir ct r,

h . A n d o preac ed it a fashi nable cap it is, though it will fit o t o S ou ? S m re than will like wear it . hall I give it y hall I preach ? Hu o A n w C. . V ! S on o g tub for arila tand the table , ,

o o . t ss back thy ho d like any Franciscan , and preach away — Wal. o o C. C Idleness, qu th he ( nrad, mind you), idle o ? W e e e ness and imm rality h re have th y l arnt them, but ? T e for u o o o e o o . fr m y ur n bl s her was a saucy m nk, y ’ h w o i . o ? o But there s w rse com ng Religi n said he, can ‘ ’ e ou T they respect it, when th y see y , heir betters, fatten on e e ex ing church lands , n glecting sacram nts , defying o o b e n e fices the for c mmunicati ns, trading in , hiring clergy o e flatt erers t he y ur pupp ts and , making the ministry, epis

o s f - oo e t o o t he c pate it el , a lumber r m wh rein st w away o r f of o con fidan t s of idi ts and spendth i ts y ur families , the o - Off o e of ou o ? y ur mistresses, the cast pedag gu s y r b ys mn es Th e o ! O . sc undrel l W s n ot — e — a . a o C. W he But h ar again Imm rality ? roars he ; and w h o has c orrupte d the m but you ? Have

ou n ot e - b ed o y made every castle a we d , fr m which the

o o of the Co l e i - ow newe st c rrupti ns urt stick ik th stle d n , ab out the empty heads of stable - bo ys and s erving maids ? Have y ou n ot kept th e p oo r worse h oused than your dogs o o e o e o ou e and y ur h rs s, w rs fed than y ur pigs and y r sh ep e e o e o ou Of Is th re an anci nt h us am ng y , again , which village gossips do n ot whisp e r s ome dark story of lust and O o o f e e e of o o ? ppressi n , decr pit d bauch ry, hereditary d m ’

We o . Omn es. ll hang this m nk ’

Wal m e ou t o . e o C. . Hear , and y u ll burn him His s rm n ’ SCENE v m THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 71

o m of the o . was like a hailst r , the tail sh wer the sharpest e ? e ex o f all : h ow w o Idlen ss he ask d n t us ill they w rk, ou o i o when they see y landl rds sitt ng idle ab ve them, in a ’ o a a e of x u o e o o o f ol s p r dis lu ry and ri t, n ver l king d wn but to squeeze from them an ex tra drop o f h oney— like she ep boys stu ffing the mselves with blackberries while the sheep are licking up flu kes in every ditch ? An d n ow y ou wish t he oo ou o n e to leave p r man in the sl gh , whither y ur egl ct ou x e t oo and y r e ample have betrayed him, and mad his apt sch olarship the ex cuse for your ow n remorsele ss gree d As C e o f C a hristian, I am asham d you all as a hurchman ,

o e of o es e a - o e O f d ubly asham d th se prelat , hir d st lking h rs s w ho o o o o the rich, w uld fain gl ss ver their own sl th and d e the o o o o e c owar ic with wisd m which c meth not fr m ab v , e e o f but is earthly, s nsual, devilish ; aping the artl ss cant an aristocracy w h o made them— u se th em — and de spise Th e o them at was his s rm n . P l W A bbot. au and Barnabas hat an outpou ring of the ’ — We e h oodshi Po n ow spirit r not his p the pe s legate, t o o o e eh accidents might happen him , g ing h m at night ; , Sir Hu go ? h e i C Hu o. o o m . g If w uld but c me y way

‘ For the o mule it was sl w, and the lane it was dark, e ou t of o e e Wh n the c ps l apt a gallant young spark . ’ ’ S Tis n ot for ou o ays, n ght y u ve been begging all day ’ So e e e o o e ou ou r r m mb r y ur t ll, sinc y travel way .

A bbot. ! e o e Hush H re c m s the L andgrave.

L EW S en ter I s.

G o W L ewis. o h . C od morr w, gentles y so warm , ount Walte r ou e A o : e e e Y r bl ssing, Father bb t what d p matt rs Have called ou r worships t o this confe rence ?

ide . C. Hu o as o ou are o C . g ( ) Up , unt ; y sp kesman u n t Ex 3d Co . P alted rince, W o e oo e th e e e su n h se peerl ss knighth d , lik r m ant , A e t o o o ou r ft r l ng a night, regilds clay , ’ 7 2 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT 1 :

L ate silvere d by t h e reflex lunar beams ’ Of your cel e stial lady s matron grace s Ut A bbot (aside). vinum Optimum amati mei Du lcit er desce nd ens ! u n T n ot e 3d Co t. hink we m an to praise or disappr ove The acts of saintly souls must o nly ple ad o o o ae : o e In f r c nscienti gr ss r minds, W o e al h se humbl r aim is but the public we , K o of n o o e : P n w mesh which h lds th m yet, great rince , ’ Some dare n ot see th eir sovereign s strength p ostp on e d To e o privat grace , and sigh , that gener us hearts , ’ An d e e t oo oft o e ladi s t nderness, f rg tting T o hat wisd m is the highest charity, W e o a ill interf re, in pard nable h ste , ’ With h e aven s stern providence .

ewis. We se o f L e y ur dri t . G o to a Pa e P t o e , sirrah ( g ) pray the rincess illumin ’ r o h er e e Tis o u r e O u c nclave with b auti s . mann r To n o of or o f hear cause, gentle simple, Unless the accu s e d and the accuser both

Mee t face t o face .

Ex e - e 3d Cou n t. cus , high mightin ss, We n o o o e bring accusati n facts, y ur Highn ss, i m W for o e e n ot ou r rse u dic u . ait y ur s nt nce , p j ’ is G e Sir t he L ew . e iv us the facts , then, in lady s presenc , Her nearne ss t o ourse lve s — perchance her re asons

May make the m somewhat dazzling . bb t Na L o A o . y, my rd C o e e ou o e I, as a hurchman , th ugh with th s y r n bl s o o o o o o n e B th in c mmissi n and pini n , Am e t o o L o t o set y m st l th , my rd, my seal To aught which this harsh world might call complaint

‘ A gainst a princely saint— a cho se n vessel A n argosy c e le stial — in whom error h r e Is but the young lu x uriance of e grac . The Co of V ou t o unt arila, as b nd neither, For o e e b th shall sp ak, and all which lat has passed

Up on th e matter of this famine op e n . ’ SCENE VIII THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 73

' ’ Wal Wh o u t — e I ll o C. . y, if I must speak th n c nfess To e o L e hav sto d by, and seen the andgravin Do most strange deeds and in her ge neration

Show n o more wit than other babes of light . t o First, she has given away, starving rascals,

! The o of n e o oo ! st res grai she might hav s ld, g d lack For she e o e e any price ask d has pawned y ur j w ls,

An d o e for oo . m rtgag d sundry farms , and all f d

- o Has sunk vast sums in fever h spitals, For rogues whom famine sickened— almsho uses — for For sluts wh ose husbands died sch ools their brats . ’ Mo e o t o o st sad vagari s but there s w rse c me . The dulne ss of the Cou rt has ruined trad e : ’ The jewellers and clothie rs don t come n e ar us Th e e e o oo sempstr ss s , my l rd, and pastryc ks o o Have quite f rg t their craft she has turned all heads, An d m e e old ade the ladies starv , and w ar clothes , A n d ou h er t o run ab t with nurse the sick, Inste ad of putting gold in circulation ’ - fi ht s e o By balls, sham g , and dinn rs tis m st sad , sir, Bu t she has swept you r treasu ry ou t as cle an ’ A s o h w o E . was the wid w s cruse, fed lijah

L ewis. n o o ! L O e o R ! . uined, d ubt her the culprit c mes

EL ABE H n ers IZ T e t .

Co e e e . T e o e me hith r, d ar st h se, my knights and n bl s , L ame nt your late unthrift (y our conscience speaks The o f e ou causes their blam ) and wish y warned, A s s o th e e wi d m is high st charity, No o t o e o e m re interfer , fr m private f eling, ’ ’ W e e or th e o e ith h aven s st rn laws, maim s v reign s wealth , ’ T e u e o sav s p rfluous villains worthless live s. L e ! Eliz . wis

L ewis. Not m o u e o I, fair, but y c ns ll rs , In u t e o o . c r esy, ne d s me reply Eliz M L o . y rds Dou e ou e o ou btl ss, y sp ak as y ur duty bids y I kn o w you l ove my hu sband : do you think ’ 74 THE SA INT S TRA GEDY A CT 1 1

’ My love is less than yours ? Twas for his honour I dare not lose a single silly sheep f o G od O all the fl ck which had trusted to him . Tr o — NO ue , I had h ped by this matter what t o o Since y ur sense it bears a different hue . e n o o For m God I k ep l gic . y gifts, thank , T o for o o hey cann t be recalled those p or s uls, ’ M o — for e y pensi ners even my husband s knightly nam , Oh ! ask n ot back that sl ender l oan of comfort M o o : L o y f lly has pr cured them if, my rds, M e or e e y public censur , disgrac ful penanc Ma ex o y piate, and yet c nfirm my waste, I O ffer this p oor b ody t o the buffets Of sternest justice when I dared n ot spare ’

M e e . y husband s lands, I dar not spare mys lf No ! n o ! M o e ? W ? m L o L ewis. y n ble sist r hat y rds

h er o o e ou n ot o . If l ve m v y , her wisd m may She o e e e S ou kn ws a d per stat craft, irs, than y She n ot o t h e A o will thr w away substance, bb t, To save th e accide nt waste living souls o e e f To or o t o . keep, h pe k p, the means life Ou r o ou r o ou r off e wisd m and sw rds may fill c rs, L o or o But will they breed us men , my rds , m thers ? God blesse s in the camp a noble rashness Then why n ot in the storehouse ? He that l e nds

To e e e t o o e . Him, ne d n v r fear l s his venture Y u n t S on u . o o e ? pend , my Q een will sell my castl s Na ou e e Ne o hVartbu r y, y must l av us uburg, l ve, and g . T e o Old o h ir w rn st nes will hardly pay the carriage ,

A n d fo re ign fe es may pay untimely visits . n d o o e t oo : e o o t. A C. Wa h me f s, if thes phil s phers

Pu t the L o - e up curb, my rd, a half link tight r, ’ The scythe s will b e amon g ou r horses l egs

B e fo re nex t harve st. e n ot for ou r e f e L ewis. F ar w l ar We e e e t o e hav a guardian here, w ll skill d ke p Pe e for ou r e e e oo ac s neschal, whil ang ls, st ping To th e e e for u s e catch t ars she sh ds in absenc , ’ SCENE V III THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 75

Will sain us from the roaming adversary

L . W of P . o ith scents aradise Farewell, my rds —I o oo — Eliz. Na y, must pray y ur knighth ds You must ho nou r

- O u r dais and bower as private guests t o day. Than ks for your gentle warning may my weakness To s u ch a sin he never tempte d more ! an L EW [Ex eu nt EL IZABETH d IS .

C. Wdl. T if r u e n ot ow n e w hus, as vi t e wer its r ard , is it e ? W n ot e paid over and abov with beef and ale eep , tend r ‘ ’ T o u e o L o hearted Count ! h gh g ner us hearts , my rd, ‘ ’ t oo o — T o ! and ladies tenderness, oft f rget ruly sp ken L o A o o n ot o e e of rd bb t, d es y ur spiritual y discern coals ’ fire on C ou nt H u go s h e ad ? ? W ? Hu o. W e C. g h re, and a plague here — C. Wal. Na o y, I speak mystically, there is n ught there

e b o . e e but what beer will qu nch ef re nightfall H re , p eping to a Pa e at the door ou t of o o S o rabbit ( g ), y ur burr w, and h w

' e e these gentles t o their lodgings . W will m et at the

The o ou t. gratias . [ y g W n — i at C. al alo e . W f . ( ) ell Hugo is a brute, he least f l o h e e n o e o . O d o mak s secr t it He is an b ar, and h nest

o for n t o . wears his tushes utside, a warni g all men But for t he rest l— White d s epulchres ! and n ot on e of th e m e but has half persuaded himse lf of his own benevol nce . Of e e o o e — o all cru lti s, save me fr m y ur small p dant, y ur o e o e w ho u o g e o t o e cl s t philos ph r, has j st c ura en ugh bestrid

eo o t o see . his th ry , with ut wit whither it will carry him — x e a‘ i o o : o In e peri nce ch ld in bstinacy, a w man in n thing ’ o - o : e of G o a man , but in l gic ch pping inst ad d s grace, a fe w oo o o o e sch lb y saws ab ut benev l nce, and industry, and e — e the o ind pendence th re is his metal . I f w rld will be e o n i e e n o t oo o — mend d his pr ncipl s, w ll . If , p r w rld but e o u t ou o oo principl s must be carried , th gh thr ugh bl d and : for u for e o e e famine tr ly, man was made th ries, not th ori s ’ f r A o G od— o o man . d ctrine is these men s t uch but that e 10 ! ou e o e om e shrin , and y r simp ring philanthr pist b c s as u Do Ex it r thless as a minican . [ ’ THE SAINT S TRAGEDY A CT n

SCENE I!

’ EL ABETH we EL ABETH an d L E S si in IZ S Bo r. IZ WI tt g o e her t g t .

SONG

El e Oh w e t w i . that o were Maying Down the stre am of the so ft spring breeze L ike children with viol ets playing e of e e In the shad the whisp ring tre s .

Oh that we t w o sat dreaming O n the sward of som e sheep - trimmed do wn Watching t he white mist steaming

Over river and mead and town .

Oh that we t w o lay sleeping e sod In our n st in the churchyard , ’ W ou r on the u e e a ith limbs at rest q i t earth s br st, A n d ou r s ou ls at home with Go d

’ Ah o e o e ewis. L , turn away th s swarthy diam nds blaz e z e e Mine yes are diz y, and my faint s nse re ls of o e I n th e rich fragrance th se purpl tress e s . O h t o u , be thus, and th s, day after day To e e t n o sleep, and wak , and find it y dream M o e o oo y atm spher , my h urly f d, such bliss A s t o e of o e o e have dr amt , five sh rt y ars ag n ,

Had seemed a mad c onceit . liz e o e ? E . Fiv years ag n

ewis o n ot for o o u r e - L . I kn w up n marriag day I slippe d from time into e ternity ; e e of e Where each day t ems with centuri s lif ,

A n d centurie s we re bu t on e weddin g morn . l L e t oo o e E iz. wis, I am happy fl ating high r ’ e t o o o e The n e e r my will had dar d s ar, th ugh abl

’ 78 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT 1 :

Even whil e I panted m ost with thy dear l oan Of d oubl e life ? My saint ! but what if I hid thee To b e e my seneschal , and here with pray rs, W o o o ith s ber thrift, and n ble b unty shine, A o ? A n d o — l ne and peerless supp se nay, start not o o —th e o I nly said supp se war was l ng, O u r Off o camps far , and that some winter, l ve, O r t w o E e n e w , pent back this den stream , wher o o J ys upon j ys like sunlit ripples pass, ’ A e n ew — W o do o ? like, yet ver hat w uld st thou , l ve

Eliz. A ? A ! A o w o ! year year c ld, blank, id wed year S o trange, that mere w rds should chill my heart with fe ar T n o o his is hall of do m , ’ No o S of Old impi us oldan s feast , ’ W of o o here o er the madness the f aming g ld, fle shl ss n A e hand its w oe o tainted walls enrolled . o Yet by thy wild w rds raised, ’ L o o In ve s m st careless revel, ’ L o fo of i ooms thr ugh the future s g a shade ev l , n d e A all my h art is glazed . Alas ? What would I do o I w uld lie down and weep, and weep, Till the salt current of my tears shou ld sweep M o o fitfu l y s ul, like fl ating weed, adown a sleep,

- A lingering half night through . Then when the mocking b e lls did wake M o ow t o y h ll eyes twilight gray, o t o I w uld address my spiritless limbs pray, t o th e A n d nerve myself with stripes meet weary day,

A n d labour for thy sake . e Until by vigils, fasts, and t ars, The e o so e fl sh was gr wn spar and light, T o l hat I c u d slip its mesh, and flit by night ’ — O er sleeping sea and land t o thee— or Christ till mornin g

light. Peace ! Why these fears ? ’ SC ENE Ix THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 79

L ife is t oo short for mean anx ieties

Sou l ! th en o o o . must w rk, th ugh blindf ld Co o me, bel ved, — I of I must turn robber. have begged late — So o e t o ask G . s ft, I f ar ive me thy purse — — W e o L ewis. No n ot , my purse stay her is all that g ld ou the J o K Oln ? I gave y , when ews came here fr m liz h ex E . O o o ? , th se few c ins I spent them all n t day O n a n ew chapel on the Eise nthal The re were n o choriste rs but nightingales No te ache rs there save bees h ow l ong is this ? Have you turned niggard ? Nay ; go ask my steward — Take what you will this purse I want myse lf. Eliz Ah n ow You o for . I guess . have s me trinket me You promised late t o buy n o more such baubles A n d ou d — Na se e now y are ashame y, I must n W S hides his a e a hes h u rse L E c . [S tc is p . I f ’ ’ Ah God ! e ? A ? , what s h re new crusader s cross W o ? Na — o h se y, nay turn not fr m me I guess all You nee d n ot t ell me it is very we ll A ccording t o the meed of my deserts Ye s— very well . Ah love— l ook n ot so calm l — E iz. e n t e F ar o I shall w ep soon . How l on g is it since you vowed ? e e or A w k more . Eliz A n d . Brave heart ! all that time y our te nderne ss Ke e e o e oo o l . pt sil nc , kn wing my w ak f lish s u Oh o ! Oh ! L o oo oo o ! , l ve , life ate f und , and s n, s n l st A e — a e e o o e bl ak sunrise, tr ach r us m rning gl am , A n d n ow — m , ere mid day, all y sky is black With whirling drifts onc e more Th e march is fix ed ’ For n ot ? this day month , is t A t oo ! las , true Eliz . 0 e n ot ! br ak , heart ’ 80 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT II

CO NRAD en er t s.

Ah e h re my master comes . N e o we ping before him . ewi S t L s. p e ak o the holy man : e e o f o oo He can giv str ngth and c m rt, which p r I N e o e u o . e eed ev n m r than y Here, saintly mast r, e h er t o o o I l ave y ur h ly eloque nce . Farewell G od Ex i L EW S help us both [ t I . You Eliz. risin . o Sir ( g) kn w, , that my husband has take n the cross on t o d C . I do ; all praise o G ! El Bu t iz. t n on e o y ou Hard - hearte d ! Am I n ot enough your slave ? Can I Obe y yo u more when h e is gon e T n ow do ? W e e e han I h r in , pray, has he hind red T o of for ou m m e his h liness mine, which y ake ld oo RA D O ere my womanh d [CO N ofiers to go. S Sir tay , , and tell me ’ ’ Is this the outc ome o f your father s care ? Was it n ot enou gh t o p oiso n all my j oys W o e e — ow m e e 8 111 8 ith f ul st scrupl s sh nam less , W e o o e e God for h re I, unc nsci us babe , bl ss d all things, But you must thus intrigue away my knight A n d plunge me down this gulf O f widowhoo d ! An d I n ot twenty yet — a girl — an orphan That cannot stand alon e Was I too happy Oh G od ! do n ot bu , what lawful bliss I y An d balance with the smart of some sharp penance ? Hast tho u n o pity ? None ? Thou driv e st me ’ To e o : T e ? fi ndish d ubts hou, Jesus mess nger n T to o ! Co . his y ur master T t o on e Eliz. his any

Wh o dares t o part me from my love . ’ Tis e Con . w ll In p ity t o your we akn ess I mu st d eign ’ — To do what ne er I did ex cuse myself. ’ of o u u o e I say , I knew not y ur h sband s p rp s

’ THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT 1 1

SCENE !

A reet in the Town o Schmalcald Bodies o Cru sadin St f . f g

oo s de lin ast L EW S and EL ABETH wi h heir Tr p fi g p . I IZ t t

Su ite in the foregrou nd.

A ! the e o L ewis. las time is n ar ; I must be g ne ’ T e e are ou r e o o e h r li gemen how y u ll welc m us, e o R turned in triumph, bowed with paynim sp ils, e e o o t o n o o e ! B n ath the vict r cr ss, part m r — Eliz. w e n o o e e ex w e e Yes shall part m r , w h re n t m et. Enou gh t o have stoo d he re o nce o n such an e rrand The e s — e e L ewis. o bugl call Farew ll, my l v , my lady , ee e ! O n e a o — e e ! Qu n, sist r, saint l st l ng kiss Far w ll Eliz O n e — o e — o . kiss and then an th r and an ther ’ Till tis to o late t o g O— and so re turn Oh G od ! o ! T e f rgive that craven thought h re , take him o o e e e Since Th u d st need him . I have k pt him v r T e o e n o w e T e e hine, wh n m st min and shall I d ny h ’ h ! o— o — T o n ot o t o O g yes , g h u lt f rget pray, L EW oes [ I S g . ’ W m e o u r old o ? Al h e s o ith , at h ur as g ne — G d m e n ot — fo r A n d lo st thank o he hears e ver. ’ k t o so oo ? f r Wh loo s o e . y th u , p r girl I say, ev r Th e o e o day I f und the bitt r blessed cr ss, So e e e o e mething did strik my heart like k n c ld ste l, Which quarries daily there with de ad dull pains o w n o o e Whereby I kn that we shall meet m r . ’ o o P e o C me H me, maids, home repar me wid w s wee ds t o m e oo For he is dead , and I must s n Die t o o t o him, and many things and mark me

e e n o t e e o - e e Br ath his nam , l st this l ve pamp red h art Should sicke n to vain yearnings— L ost lost ! lo st !

d h o . L a . O y stay, and watch this p mp ’ — e so Eliz. Well said w ll stay this bright enterprise ’ SCENE 1: THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 83

S ou r o e ou r o hall blanch private cl uds , and ste p s ul f Drunk with t he spirit o great Christe ndom .

RU ADER H RUS C S C O .

Men - ai-A rms ass sin in [ p , g g ]

The o of G od o t mb bef re us, O u r e fath rland behind , ’ O u r e o e r o e ships shall l ap bill ws st ep ,

Before a charme d wind .

Above ou r van gre at angels Shall fight al ong the sky While martyrs pure and crown e d saints T od f r o G o re scue cry .

Th e re d- cro ss knight s and yeomen T o o t he o o hr ugh ut h ly t wn , on e In faith and might, l ft and right, S th e o hall tread paynim d wn .

Till on the Mount Mo riah Th e Pope of Rome shall stand The Kaiser and the King o f France S him n hall guard o each hand .

T e h e e o h re shall rul all nati ns , With cro zier and with s w ord A n d o on all t h e e e p ur h ath n , Th e L e wrath of Christ th ord .

lVomen — bystanders ]

o th e e Christ is a r ck in bar salt land, To she lte r o u r knights fro m the sun and C r L o su n h ist the rd is a summer , e e o e To ripen the grain whil th y are g n . ’ 84 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT II

T ou w h o t h e hen y fight in bare salt land , A n d ou o o y who w rk at h me, an d w o for C L o Fight rk hrist the rd,

Until His kingdom come .

[Old Kn ights pass ]

O u r stormy sun is sinking O u r sands are runnin g lo w o In one fair fight, bef re the night ,

O u r - o e w hard w rn h arts shall glo .

We cann ot pine in cloiste r ; We cann ot fast and pray The sword which built ou r load of guilt

Must wipe that guilt away .

We know th e do om b e fore us Th e dangers of th e ro ad e e e Have m rcy, m rcy , Jesu bl st, W w e lie low o hen in blo d . W hen we lie gashed and gory, Th e o h ly walls within, S o ou r weet Jesu, think up n end, i A n d wipe away ou r S n .

[Boy Cru saders pass ]

Th e Christ- child sits on high He looks throu gh the m e rry blue sky

He o - h lds in His hand a bright lily band, r o Wh for Fo th e b ys o Him die.

’ O n o M h ly ary s arm , W rapt safe from terror and harm , L e ulled by the breeze in the paradise tre s,

Their souls sleep soft and warm .

A C T II I

SCENE I

’ A Cham er in h lVart EL AB H itt n b t e bu rg . IZ ET s i g in Widow s weeds GUTA and ISENTRUD IS by her

Isen . W ? A P e hat lways thus, my rinc ss Is this wise, By day with fasts and c e as el e ss coil o f labour A o o oo — e b ut the ungraci us p r hands, ey s , feet, brain , ’ ’ O ertaske d e — alik mid sin and filth, which make E e e — b ach s ns a plague y night with cruel stripes, A n d e o n t h e e e w ary watchings fr ezing ston , ’ To o o e d uble all y ur griefs, and burn lif s candle , A s e o e e n d villag g ssips say , at ither

Th e oo oo t he e - e e g d b k bids h avy h art d drink, A n d so forget their w oe . ’ Eliz Tis i t oo . wr tten oo t he e In that same b k, nurse, that days shall com When the bride gro om shall be tak e n away— and the n— x Then shall they mourn and fast I nee de d weaning Fro m se nse and e arthly j oys by this way o nly May I win G od t o leave in mine o wn hands ’ M x Oh y lu ury s cure I may bring him back , By working ou t t o its full de pth th e chaste ning The n e e d o f which his lo ss proves : I but barte r L — for o oo ess gri e f for gre ate r pain wid wh d . I en An d e — o e e s . d ath for life y ur ch ks are wan and sharp ’ A s any three - days moon— you are shifting always ’ SCENE 1 THE SAINT s TRAGEDY 87

f on o Uneasily and stif , now, y ur seat, A s o o e fr m s me secr t pain . li Wh ? E z. y watch me thus You cannot know— and yet yo u know t oo mu ch ’ I ou o o e tell y , nurse , pain s c mf rt, when the fl sh A o u o ches with the aching s l in harm ny, A n d e e w oe w e are on e : v n in , the heart must speak ’ o e e o ou t Its passi n s strang n ss in strange symb ls , O r o b il, till it bursts inly. G uta e . Yet, m thinks, You might have made this wido wed solitude A o e — a e O f o e e h ly r st sp ll s ft gray w ath r, Beneath whose fragrant dews all tender thoughts M o ight bud and burge n . That’ s a gentle dream Bu t o o : e nature sh ws n ught like it very winter, W e t he e has e e h n gr at sun turn d his fac away , Th e e oe o t of arth g s d wn in o the vale grief, A n d e o e fasts, and w eps, and shr uds hers lf in sables, L e aving her wedding - garlands t o de cay Th e n leaps in spring t o his returning kisses A s I may yet Isen T — m oo . here, now y f lish child You faint : come— c ome to your chamber Oh o , f rgive h O e But p at times throngs in so rich and full, d the o m e e It ma s brain like wine c me with , nurs , Sit me m e e by , lull me cal with g ntle tal s O f o e e e t he o n bl ladi s wand ring in wild w od ,

Fe d on - e chance earth nuts, and wild strawb rries,

Or of o o doe . milk silly sheep, and w dland ’ O r h ow fair Magdalen mid dese rt sands f “o ou t e h er o e u re in pray r l n ly blissf l years, W e h er o e e atch d by bright angels, till m d st tress s W ove t o h er p e arle d feet their golden shroud . Co e o all ou o . m , pen y r l re S H A and A NE n [ OP I G S e ter. ]

My m other - in - law ’ A side S e e ! k e ( ) hame on the , h art why sin , whene er we me t S h f ol f o . D o o d o p aughter, we kn w thy strength, metal e o o : h the e B y nd us w rldlings s rink not, if tim Be c om e which needs its use

Eliz. What means this preface ? Ah ! your looks are big W — ith sudden woes speak out . So h p . Be calm, and hear Th e of G od o son . will t ward my , thy husband z h e — of Eli . What ? is he captive ? W y th n what that ? ’ There are friends will rescue him— there s gold for ran som

’ We ll sell our castle s— live in b owers of rushes O G od ! that I were with him in the dungeon !

h a . Sop . He is not t ken liz No o o t o E . he w uld have f ught the death ’ Th e re s treachery What paynim dog dare face ’ wh o on o His lance , naked braved y li n s rage , An d eyed the cowe ring monste r t o his den Sp e ak ! Has he fled ? or worse ?

C h e e . hild, is d ad

clas in her hands on her kn ees . Th e Eliz. ( p g ) world is dead

to me , and all its smiles Is n h w o e P e w oe e . O , my rinc and doubly , my daughter EL ABETH s rin s u and ru s [ IZ p g p hes ou t. Oh — o She i o , stop her st p my child w ll g mad Dash herself down— Fly— Fly— She is n ot made

Of f . hard, light stuf , like you ISE TR DI and UTA ru n [ N U S G ou t. So h ex e o e o p . I had pected som such passi nat utbreak At t h e n : ou n ow L A first ews y see , ady gnes, ’ T e w ho o e e e o h se saints, fain w uld w an thems lv s fr m earth, Still yi eld t o the affectio ns they despise ’ ' Wh e n the game s earnest— Now — ere they return o o i d e Y ur br ther, ch l , is d ad

I kn ow it t oo well.

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She oo i e o st d, while wan sm les flick red , like the n rthern

dawn , ’ A cro ss her worn cheeks ice - fi eld ke en e st mem ories then Rushed with strong shudde rings through h er - as the winge d shaft S o e so o u h er prings fr m the tens nerve, her passi n h rled forth S e e o on o o o weeping, lik fi rce gh st, thr ugh hall and c rrid r, Te e e e e e arl ss, with wid y s staring , whil a ghastly wind Mo on o oo t he aned thr ugh r f and rafter, and empty helms A o th e e o e h er e l ng walls rang clatt ring , and ab v wav d ’ Dead hero e s banners swift and y et m ore swift she drove Still seeking aimle ss shee r against th e opposing wall A t last dash e d re ckl e ss— there with frantic fingers clutch e d th e e o ak i o o f a Blindly ribb d , t ll that fr st r ge D e e e e e issolv d its lf in t ars, and lik a bab , W o o e a ith inarticulate m ans, and f ld d h nds, She o o o w ho le d h er f ll wed th se , as if the sun ’ O n h er e o e e e e lif s dial had g n back s v n y ars , A n d sh e we re o nce again th e dumb sad child

We kn e w her e re she marri e d . in A e o o e e o Isen . en er . s ( t g) aft r w lf w lf pr ss s, leaping thr ugh o - e the sn w glad s, n SO w oe on w oe throngs surgi g up . Gu ta W ? e o . hat tr as n ’ he r e n f th e o e . o Ise . T o o reas n , and f ul st Fr m state sh s rude ly thrust Her keys are s e ize d h er we e ping babies p e nt from her : Th e e e o t o e w nches stop th ir s bs sneer askanc , ’ A n d gre et th eir fall en c e n sor s n ew mischance . A Wh o t o do o ? A gn es. las dared this wr ng ’ e o o e son Isen . Yo ur m oth r and y ur m th r s

ou o e . Judge y , if it was knightly d n Gu e ! sh e o e e e a. s t See ! e c m s , with h aving br ast, W n e e an d o ith bursti g y s, purpled br w Oh that the traitors saw h er n ow !

T o w e oo t he e . hey kn not, sightl ss f ls, heart they br ak ’ SCENE 1 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 91

EL IZABETH en ters slowly.

iz o n w A ! El . He is in purgat ry o ! las Angels be pitiful ! d e al ge ntly with him ’ His sins we re gentle That s on e cause left for living TO for o pray, and pray him : why all these m nths ’ e — e e e : De ! I pray d , and h r s my answ r ad of a fever Why thus ? so soo n ! Only six ye ars for l ove W e o e mo hil any f rmal, heartl ss matri ny, P e Cou e o f o atch d up by rt intrigues, and thr ats cl isters, D on for six six e e rags times , and p asant slav s G o old o n r w the same straw, and hand in hand ’ S o oo t o o e e . lip fr m life s zy bank, fl at at as k in at the o [A nock g d or. ’ o e That s s ome petiti n r . Go — I n ot e : ou o to will hear th m why sh ld I w rk, Wh e n he is dead ? Alas ! was that my sin ? hVas h e n o t C o e - ? Wh n ot m e , hrist, my l d star y warn ’ TO O late What s this foul dream ? De ad at O tranto Parched by Italian suns— n o woman by him He w as t oo chaste ! Nou ght but rude men t o nurs e If ee e e o u e I had b n th r , I sh ld have watch d by him Guessed every fancy— Go d ! I might have save d him ! rv - u r t n [A se an t man b s s i .

Servan . M L e com t adam, the andgrave gav me strict mands sen Th L I . e e o ? andgrav , d lt Eliz hi . I might have saved m ! Servan en A to Is . t ( ) y , saucy madam The L o an d e andgrave Henry, l rd mast r, e t he n o e Fr er than last, and yet wast r, ’ Who n ot oo e e e will stint a p r knav s b r,

O r spin ou t L ent through half the ye ar. Why— I see doubl e ’ Eliz Who o e of he L e ? W . sp ke ther t andgrav hat s this drunkard ’ Give him his answe r— Tis n o time for mu mming eru The L e e e se e ou ou t S . andgrav H nry bad me y ’ 92 THE SA INT S TRA GEDY A CT m

S e o e L . af thr ugh his gat s, and that at once, my ady Come ’ z Wh — — I Eli . y that s hasty must take my children Ah ! o o — e o n ot let m e s e I f rg t th y w uld e them . I must pack up my j ewels ’ erv n t it S . You ll o need

His L o rdship has the keys . iz e e . El . He has ind d ’ Wh — I o o y , man am thy children s g dm ther I nurs e d thy wife myself in the black sickness A rt o i old th u a b rd, that when the tree falls , off ? Flits , and sings in the sapling r [The man seizes her a m. K e e p thine hands O ff ’ — t L e n L . n o o . I ll be shamed ad Farewell, my adies ’ Fo llo w n ot ! There s want t o spare on earth already A n d wn w e e o f r m e mine o oe is w ight n ugh o . G o E e back, and say, lizab th has yet ’ E o oo e ternal h mes, built deep in p r men s h arts A n d the e e th e , in all ys undern ath wall , o i u m o e e e e Has b ught w th sinf l amm n h av nly tr asur , ’ Mo e e e o e re sur than adamant, pur r than white whal s b n , ’ L n \Vhich n ow sh e claims . ead o : a people s love shall

Ex i with Servan . right me . [ t t

Gu ta. W e n ow ? h re , dame W e h er? Isen . here, but aft r T e ! Gu ta. ru heart ’ Ex eu nt I ll follow t o the death . [

SCENE II

r EL ABETH and GUTA at the door o a Conven . A St eet. IZ f t

JIIonks in the Porch.

— You are t o . Eliz. afraid shelter me afraid

An d so ou m e or t o e ze . y thrust f th, starve and fr e ’ Wh e o er e x Soon said . y palt r th se mean e cuses, Which tempt me t o de spise you ?

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’ d e m e ow n I d plea my d eds, if in character, My stre ngth o f will had fathe re d them : but n o T w h o o m e e e hey are His, w rked them in , in d spit Of mine o w n selfish and lux uri ous will S e ow n ? For hall I brib Him with His pain, I tell thee ee o o w n I n d m re pain than mine will inflicts, P l — Ye t e e L o ! ain which shall break that wil spar th m , rd G O t o— I am a fool t o wish them life A n d e oo t o e e h gr ater f l miscall lif , this h adac e This nightmare of ou r gro ss and crud e dige stio n This fog which steams up from ou r fre ezi n g clay ’ No ! W e e o . ! e o hil w aking h aven s bey nd slay th m , trait rs Cu t through th e channels o f thos e innoc e nt bre aths W o mu sic e o e e h se charm d my l n nights, ere they l arn To o e o e e w ho o e e ! l v the w rld, and hat the wr tch b r th m

Gu a. T o : o t his st rm will blind us both c me here, and shield y ou

Behind this buttre ss . ’ W W t o m e ? Eliz. hat s a ind u the e e o I can see p street her , if th y c me Th ey do n ot c ome — Oh ! my p oo r we anling lambs Stru ck d e ad by carrion ravens

W e e o o . e hat th n , I hav b rne w rse But y sterday I thought I had a hu sband— and n o w — n ow ! G uta ! He call e d a holy man before he die d ? ’ ta Th e o o f e u e Gu . Bish p J r sal m, tis said, W o oil t he e e o ith h ly , and with bl ss d b dy f Him for om e O wh he di d, did speed him duly

Upo n his heavenward flight . Eliz 0 o . happy bish p Where are thos e childre n ? If I had b u t s e e n him On e o — on e I c ould have b orne all then. w rd kiss ’ Hark ! What s that rushin g ! White d ove s— o n e— t w o — thre e M ’ Fl ee ing before th e gale. y children s spirits e — for m e W ! Not o ? Stay, babi s stay hat a m ment A n d I so nearly re ady t o be gone ? ’ SC ENE 1 1 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 95

Gu ta S o e ? . till on y ur childr n Oh ! this grief is light — n d o a- t o e A fl ats p well, well ; it hid s a while ’ That gulf too black for sp e ech— My husband s dead ’ n I dare n ot think o t. A small bird de ad in the sn ow Alas ! poo r minstrel ! A e e a o e o e e o w k g , b f r this v ry wind w, t o He warbled, may be , the slanting sunlight ; An d house wives blest him for a merry singer

n o w e e oo e . A n d he fre zes at th ir d rs , lik me Po or foolish brother ! didst thou l ook for payme nt ? u o n e : he o G ta. But th u hast light in dark ss has n ne ’ ’ th e of ou r oo The bird s sport time , while life s fl r Is laid u po n ete rnity ; n o crack in it

But shows the underlying heaven . z A rt Eli . sure ’ Do o ! - No — e t e s this lo k like it, girl I ll trust y Some have gone mad for less but why should I ?

Wh o e e n ot . liv in tim , and eternity ’ Twi n o o o ll end , girl , end cl ud acr ss the sun e But passes at the last, and giv s us back h G od o o e T e face of nce m r . Gu a See e o e t . h re they c m , D e Isen tru dis o i re am and y ur ch ld n , all S e o t he o th e — af d wn cliff path, thr ugh whirling snow drifts . z O L L o Eli . T ord, my rd ! I thank hee

L o e u e e - ving and m rcif l, and t nd r hearted , A n d e e e e e e v n in fi rcest wrath r m mbering m rcy. ’ o e e foe W u L . o Sir ? h r s my ancient hat want y , UGO en te s [H r . W ’ Hu o. ? ou w ho n ot L g ant Faith, tis y want, I, my ady ou o e n ou t he t o I hear, y are g n a beggi g thr gh ’ ’ So fo r ou e ou , y r husband s sak , I ll take y in ’ For o o e o u u e th ugh I can t f rg t y ur sc rvy sag , He o e o o f o was a very h n st s rt fell w, T o M e so o e ou h ugh mad as a arch har c m y in . ’ Eliz w . o ou Sir But kn y , , that all my husband s vassals Are hidde n bar their do ors t o m e ? ’ 96 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT 1 1 1

I know it A n d therefore come you in my ho use is mine No upstarts shall lay down th e law t o me Not : ou n o they, mass but mind y , canting here No psalm - si n ging all candles ou t at eight n ot o o Beggars must be ch osers . C me along ! ’ Eliz Sir for . ou e I thank y , and my children s sak do e o o . aside Do o e I acc pt y ur b unty ( ) wn , pr ud h art o — o e : G od e Bend l wer l wer ver thus deals with the . G o G th e m e e . , uta, send childr n after Ex eu n severall [ t y.

Two Peasan ts enter.

’ e e 1 st Peas. Her s Father January tak n a lease of March o o for f W h e t o m nth, and put in Jack Fr st bailif hat I — do for - e o spring f ed if the weather h lds, and my ryelands as bare as the back of my hand ? ’

2 d Peas. T o . e on hat s y ur luck Freez , say I , and may e o e Mary Mother s nd us sn w a yard de p . I have t en t on ’ of et t o e — te n t on — e e : hay y s ll , man th r s my luck every for — Wh e o o man himself, and y her c mes that hands me t o ou P canting girl , used be ab t the rincess .

UTA en s G ter .

Gu a W i ! o o t . ell met, fa r sirs I kn w you kind and l yal, An d bound by many a favour t o my mistress Sa l ou e e for h er y , wil y bear this l tt r sake o Unto her aunt, the rich and h ly lady Wh o rules the nuns of Kitzinge n ? 2 do o e: d Peas. If I , pickle me in a barrel am ng cabbag ’ She o me o e G o ou o e m e t ld nc , d s curse w ld vertak , ’ n w For grinding of the p oo r : h er turn s c ome o . u W ou h er ? She ou G a. t ill y , then, help will pay y richly. s eas A Ho w e ? How ? W l t P . y ? dam here will the money co me from ? G od Gu ta. knows

st eas A n d ou do n ot . l P . y

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’ She ne ver b ore the worth o f o n e day s m e al A We — b out her dress . can but die No foe Can o e ban us fr m that r st .

- — Isen . A e W if y, but th se children ell it must be, e e G Off old e H r , uta, pull this with red hand My w e ddin g e rin g ; the man w h o gave it m e ’ S o e e — e h uld be in h av n and th re he ll kno w my h e art. T ’ h . W t e P n w ake it, girl , take it here s rincess o ? Sh e stopped before a crucifix to pray Bu t why so l ong ? Gu a Oh t . ! o t prayer, her rapt soul , e of the b ee Is like the drunkenn ss autumn , Wh o e - e on th e o , sc nt enchant d, latest fl wer, e e o il e on H dless of c ld, w l ling r listless , A n d e e o fr ez in dorous dreams.

sen . h I A ! here she c ome s . D o Gu ta. ripping fr m head to foot with w et and mire ! ’ How s this ?

EL AB H n IZ ET enteri g.

iz Ho Oh o e t o oo El . w ? , my f rtun rises full fl d m et e n ow w h o o u I a fri nd just , t ld me tr ths W o e o e e of h l s m and st rn, my deceitful heart Wou ld G od I had kn own th e m earli er — and enforced ’ e o so o Her l ss n , as I shall ne er f rget it r In body o in mind . en W e all Is . hat m ans this

li Y - o ou o o o . E e . kn w the stepping st nes acr ss the f rd T e o here as I passed, a certain ag d cr ne, W o m fe d e e e e h I had , and nurs d, y ar aft r y ar, Me t me mid —stre am— thrust past me stoutly on e z A n d ro lled me h eadlong in the fre ing mire . T e T M here as I lay and welter d, ake that, adam, For all y our selfish hyp ocritic pride Which thought it such a vast humility ’ oo o ou r o To wash us p r f lk s feet, and use b dies ’ — For stave s t o build withal your Jacob s ladde r . What ! you would m ount t o heave n up on o u r backs ? ’ SC ENE II THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 99

’ h e on Th e ass has thrown his rider. S e cr pt I washed my garme nts in the brook hard by d e e e An . cam h r , all the wiser u M G ta. iscreant hag ’ sen Al s o l e I . . a , y u l fr eze a Who ou l Gu t . c d have dreamt Could harbo ur such a spite Na w ho ou d e y, c ld r am She would have guesse d my heart so we ll ? Dull b oors Se e e e w e e wi d per than think, and hid thin T o e e e o e h s l ath rn hulls unfath mabl truths , ’ t ich we amid tho ught s glitte rin g mazes lose . T e i o the o of e h y gr nd am ng ir n facts lif ,

An d h e n o for - e o av time self d cepti n . en Co Is . me — h Pu t on o e e t e . my cl ak stand her , b hind wall ’ Oh ! is it c ome t o this ? She ll die of cold. u e ! Gu ta. Ungrate f l fi nd ’ — L e t be w e must n ot think on t . The scoff was true —I thank her— I thank G od T e his to o I neede d. I had built mys lf

A e - o e o e t o o e t o e Bab l t w r, wh s p sh uld r ach h aven, ’ Of oo e e e e e p r m n s prais and pray rs, and subtl prid ’ At e o w n m Tis e o min al s . crumbl d int dust Oh ! I have l e ant up on an arm o f fle sh ’ ’ An d he re s its stre ngth ! I ll walk by faith— by faith A n d re st my weary heart on Christ al one

O n him th e - su ffi cie n t , all S e on me e u ou e ham dr aming th s ab t mys lf, W e ou e e To her little hil y stand shiv ring h re . [ A rt o ou n ? c ld , y g knight — Kn n ot G o el . ights must cry slide, and warm thys f Whe re shall w e lodge t o - night ? ’

Isen . T n o o here s place pen , Bu t ou e . that f l tavern , wher we lay last night ’ h Elizabeth s Son clin in to her . O o e o ! ( g g ) , m th r, m ther g o n ot t o that house Am o o e m en w h o u e o e ng th se fierc lank , la gh d , and sc wl d, ’ 1 00 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT m

A n d e e o showed th ir kniv s, and sang strange ugly s ngs o e Of you and us . 0 m th r ! let us be ’ — Eliz. Hark ! look ! His fathe r s voice his ve ry eye O so o pening sl w and sad, then sinking down In luscious rest again

Isen . ou Bethink y , child ’ ’ iz h — — e u ri El . O yes I ll think w ll to o r tavern f ends ’ e so If they be brut s, twas my sin left them . ’ Tis for r Gu ta. but a night o tw o : three days will bring

The Abbess hither. e A n d e e Is n . th n to Bamb rg straight ’ For knights and men - at - arms Your uncle s wrath ’ f Gu ta aside . ou l o ( ) Hush hush you ll fret her, if y ta k

ven ge ance .

n Co ou r . Ise . me to shelter Oh ! stay here, stay here

Behind these walls . — Th re A e . e o a Eliz. y stay a while in peac st rms Ben e ath her eide r robe the patie nt earth ’ Watch e s in sil e nce for th e sun : we ll sit A n d z ga e up with her at the changeless heaven , e Until this tyranny be ov rpast . ide L L L o Come . (as ) ost ! ost st [They enter a neighbou ring

SCENE III

’ hamber in the Bisho s Palace at Bamber A C p g. EL ABETH and GU A IZ T .

? Gu ta. You have determined lie — o E . Yes to g with t o e I have kept my oath t oo long br ak it now. t o M ar u r e e I will p g, and th r waste away o o In meditati n and in pi us deeds ,

Till God shall set me free .

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W T ’ hat pleases them . hat argument s a staff ’ ’ W e ou e n t T u o . m e hich breaks when er y l an r st , girl, ‘ ’ T e r of u ou t o o e hat f a man s cks l ve s s aring eth r, ’ Batfle s e e e e o u s o faith s h av nward y s, and dr ps d wn , To o e e e e fl at, lik plum l ss birds, on any str am . Have I n ot prove d it ? T e e e e e here was a time with me, wh n v ry y Did o e : o n e oo o on m e sc rch like flam if l ked c ld , I straight accu se d myself of mo rtal sins Each fopling was my master : I have li e d

of n w n e - Fro m very fear mi e o s rving maids . ’ ’ T G oo ! hat s past, thank od s g d grace n G u ta. A d n ow you leap

To th e other end of the line .

- liz e e . E . In self def nc I am t oo weak t o live by half my co nscie nc e I hav e n o wit t o we igh and ch oo s e the mean L ife is t oo short for logic what I do I must do simply G od alone must judge ’ For G o d o e e G o e e al n shall guid , and d s l ct ’ I shrink from earth s chill fro sts t o o m u ch t o crawl ’ ’ e e o o n ow o I hav snapp d pini n s chains , and I ll s ar

t o . Up the blazing sunlight, and be free

n CO RAD l n o AM BERG e ers. N o ow The BISH OP f B t f l i g.

isho The De St . A th e e B p . vil plagued ntony in lik ness of e ! e e o an d o e a l an friar B twe n mad m nks mad w m n , ’

o oo hi . bedlam s br ke l se, I t nk on W S i e e on C . hen the p rit first desc nd d the elect, ‘ l e o i T e m e n u of secu ars th n, too, said m ck ng, h se are f ll ’ e new win . S u l ! n ot e Bisho . p eculars, tr y If I had in my s cularity u e of t o t he e o o picked p a spic chivalry ladi s, I sh uld l ng a o ou t ou o e t o e e g have turned y and y ur r gulars, cant ls — P e ou o I u . where . lagu this g ut m st sit

L et m e e o u o . Eliz. s ttle y r cushi n , uncle f or ou o Bot en st ain o SO ! ! e . Bish p . girl I s nt y fr m I n ow e e ou e e o had a mind , , to hav k pt y th r until y ur wits ’ SCENE 1 1 1 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 1 03

ou o o o returned, and y w uld say Yes to some y ung n ble As if n ot o o suitor. I had had tr uble enough about y ur o !— If t o for ou d wer I had had fight it, I sh ld not have minded — but these palavers and conference s have fretted me into the gout : and now y ou wo uld throw all away u W t o i o t o o . aga n, tired with y ur y, I s pp se hat shall I say Co V Cu e the unts , arila, and the pbearer, and all the nobl i e t o kn ghts who will hazard their lands and liv s, in trying right you with that traitor ? I am ashame d t o look the m in t he face To give all up t o the villain -To pay him for his tre as on

Eliz t o o e . He o . Uncle, I give but what me is w rthl ss l ves — e : e o e . these baubles let him k ep them , then I hav my d w r ’ h To on o u e Bis o . p squander nuns and beggars, at this r g s bidding ? Why n ot marry s ome h onest man ? You may have your choice of kings and prince s ; and if you have ’ on e e e M ! been happy with g ntl man , ass say I , why can t you be happy with another ? What saith th e Scripture ? ‘ ’ wi the o n e o r I ll that y u g r wid ws ma ry, bear children, ’ n ot o n ot— W o for run after m nks , and what hat s go d the

ood for . filly, is g the mare, say I iz n o El . o w e Uncle, I s ar at a high r pitch T f C o be henceforth the bride o hrist alon e . ho — u o — i A a o o n . W Bis p . hem ! pi s n ti n moderation e o o e e : o o must be m derate, my child , m d rat I hate verd ing — o anything e spe cially religi n . M e o u Con . f adam, betwe n y ur ncle and mysel T e e o his qu stio n in your absence were b st m o ted. Ex it EL AB H [ IZ ET . H w h e Bisho . o ? do o e r o u e p , priest you rd r ab t lik a servant- m aid n The — o o Co . saints forbid ! Now ere I l se a m ment [Kneeling (A side) All things t o all m e n be — an d so save som e A lou d o e o e o e m e ( ) F rgiv , y ur grac , f rgiv , If min e unmanne re d spe e ch in au ght have clash e d hVith yo u r more tempe red and mel odi ous j u dgment o o o Y ur c urage will f rgive an h on e st warmth . ’ THE SA INT S TRAGEDY ACT 1 1 1

G od o e n o e e kn ws , I s rve privat inter sts . ’

Bisho . o o ? t o ? p Y ur rder s, hey wit

Con . M o y l rd, my lord, T : here may be higher aims but what I said, ’ for o u r C ou r o o o I said but hurch, and cl th s h n ur . ’ L o e e o o adies religi n , lik th ir l ve , we kn w, o of ex o Requires a gl ss verbal altati n, L est the sweet souls sh ould unde rstand th e mselve s A n d e t o th e clergym n must talk up mark . isho We Go B . o e p all kn w, spel preach d in the mother tongue So t o unds o like common sense.

Con . Or t oo unlike it : You o o e ou o th e sex know the w rld, y ur grac ; y kn w i ho A e ! A s o . B s p . h m a spectat r n P o Co . hil sophies Just so— You know their rag e for shave n cro wns ’ How the y ll d eny the ir G o d— but n ot the ir priest — Flirts - scandal - monge rs in defau lt of b oth come Plato nic love — worship of art and ge nius o e of r Id ls which make th m dream heaven , as gi ls D e of e e e e on r am their swe thearts, when th y sl p bridecake . o o — w e n ot A It saves fr m w rse are all belards .

Bisho aside . S of n ot p ( ) ome us have his tongue, if his

face . T f Con . here lies her fancy do but balk her o it ’

S o t o o e . he ll b lt cl isters , lik a rabbit scared — ’ H e ad h er from that Sh e ll w e d some pink- fac e d boy

h o l w - e e e e T e o . m re bred and p nnil ss, the lik li r

S t o Mar u r oo . end her p g, and her brain will c l ’ Tu o o : g at the kite , twill nly s ar the higher ’

G e bu t o o . iv it line, my l rd, twill dr p like slate ’ o o e Use but that eagle s glance , wh se daring f r sight o o In chapter, camp, and c uncil, wins the w nder Of timid truckle rs— Scan re sults and outcomes ’ e o Th e scale is heavy in your grac s fav ur.

isho ! W Mar u r - B p . Bah priest ! hat can this p g madness do for me ?

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Buy of itse lf the j oys of paradise ’ A n d e o o i e o cl nch y ur l rdsh p s int rest with the p ntiff . ’ ’ isho W l B . on p el , well, we ll think t .

Con. Sir o ou n ot , I d ubt y .

Re-en er EL ABETH t IZ . l E iz. U ncle, I am determined . Bisho SO p . am I . You Mar u r o shall to p g with this h ly man . liz Ah o E . u , there y speak again like my own uncle. ’ o— aside die o I ll g to rest ( ) and . I nly wait To see th e b one s of my be loved laid

- A In some fit resting place . messenger P 0 G od ! roclaims them near. ’

Bisho . W o p e ll g , my A n d e o o o w me ting them with all due h n ur, sh

ou r ow n o o . In worship, h n urable minds

[Ex it EL IZABETH . Bis A e How off e ho . ! ? p m ssenger far are th y, then

Serv. So t w o o . me days j urney, sir i w ’ B sho . T o o e p days j urn y, and nought prepared e e — o o a ! C ! H r , chaplain Br ther Hipp dam s haplain, I say M n te — ODA A S e rs. C o Off (HIPP ) all the apparit r ride with him , ’ right and le ft— Do n t wait eve n t o take your hawk— Te ll

t o m en - at— my knights be with me, with all their arms, at h L b h — oo on t e o . et all e of t e th e n n sec nd day best, say f e f M brightest o arms and th newest o garments . ass ! we ’ must Sh o w ou r smarte st before these crusaders— they ll b e ’ u l of o — o f l new fashi ns, I warrant em the m nkeys that A n d b o to a PA GE o . have seen the w rld here, y ( ), set me

o of o e - oo o for oo a st up wine in the ri l r m, and an ther this g d monk . — l Con . P o e o ard n me, bless dness but h ly ru e ho Oh o o — A of e eek o f Bis p . ! I f rg t pail wat r and a p for o — O e e beans the h ly man rd r up my equ rry, and bid o e — e — oo ou t e e my arm ur r vestryman , I m an l k my n w st — P u robes lague on this go t .

Ex eu n t ollowin the Bisho . [ , f g p ’ SCENE Iv THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 1 07

SCENE IV

hedr l A ocession en erin the The Nave of B amberg Cat a . pr t g West Door headed b EL ABETH an d the Bisho Nobles , y IZ p, , ’ Reli iou s bearin the Co n which encloses L EW S S etc. g g fi I

Bones.

See ! o o — mob l st L ady. the pr cessi n comes the streams m ! h ow t e e e At every door. Hark the s e pl s thund r i Their sole mn bass above the wail ng choir.

T e o the . 2d L ady. h y will st p at screen he fi P h n d e o t o . n i . A K g t there, as I h ar, pen c f n ush

e t o : ou see . forward, ladi s , that pillar thence y will all Oh ! oh e ! o m e l st Peas. dear d ar If any man had t ld e o e on t o see that I should rid f rty mil s this errand, him e e o e o o e of that w nt out fl sh c m h me grass, like the fl w r the field d eas We n ot e 2 P . have changed him, but m nded him , say I, friend . ’

eas N w e . o l st P . ever He knew where a ye man s heart lay ! O n e that would clap a man on the back when his cow e e t o — died , and behav like a g ntleman him that never met you after a hailstorm without lightening himself of a

- few p ocket burners . ’ ’ ’ A o o - 2d Peas. o : y, that s y ur p r man s plaster that s your ’ e for i o e e e right greas th s w rld s cr aking wh ls . ’ ’ t Na o s o l s Peas. t o y, that s y ur rich man s pla ter , and ’ ’ f T o covers the multitude o sins . hat s y ur big pike s ’ w - e him o e : s imming bladd r, that keeps at p and fe ding that s e e o oil of o salvu m ac his calling and l cti n , his an inting, his f re em e o of o e w h o ee t he e e g , his y man the w ardr b , k ps v lv t e e Of o o e e pil d sid this w rld upperm st, lest his delicat ey s o s o sh uld e e the warp that h lds it. ’ 2d W o w Peas. e ? h s the arp, th n l st eas W man h n d P . e t e e e a o , , fri z s fustians, that rub n ’ ou o o e till we get frayed thr gh with verw rk , and th n all s ’ 1 08 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT 1 11

e of o o abroad, and the nak dness Babyl n is disc vered, and catch w h o catch can . P e ou ! Old Woman . ity th y only br ght his b ones home

o e o o e . He w uld have mad a l vely c rps , surely He was a proper man d h e he l st L a y. O the mincing st p had with him ! and e on o St the delicat hand a h rse, fingering the reins as . Cicely do es the o rgan -k eys ! 2d L ad A n d for u o S y. h nting, an ther iegfried . i ht S e e th e Sh e ri Kn . Ch emhild g If he was i gfri d gay, was the grim ; and as likely t o prove a firebrand as the girl in the ballad . t d G a ! l s L a . y y, indeed His smiles were like plumcake , t he sweeter the dee per iced . I never saw him speak civil

o t o o t o . w rd w man, but her Oh e S ! T e o 2d L ad . on y , y aints h re was h ney spilt ! ’ the ground If I had such a knight, I d never freeze

e on e - floor o alon the chamb r , like s me that never knew ’ e o whe n the y were well Off. I d n ver elb w him off to e crusades with my pruderi s . ’ P o e e e luck y ur appl s whil they r ripe, ’ An d ul o o Ma O ! p l y ur fl wers in y, Eh ! Mother ? ‘ man T Old Wo . ill when she grew wizened, and he grew o c ld, ’ ’ e w x o The balanc lay even t i t y ung and old. k T S o e Mon . hus atan bears witness perf rc against the ’ vanities of Ve nus ! But what s this babbling ? Carola tion es o ? T v et u la ! taceas t aceto in the h ly place ace , ,

o o . als , and that f rthwith h n ld Woman . T e o t e et a d t aceas o O ac in y ur , als , begging b ox ! Who put the halter round his w aist t o keep it

O ff - w h o ? Get o e ! Am his neck , behind y ur scr en , sirrah ’ I n ot a b u rgher s wife ? Am I n ot in the nave ? A m I n ot on my o w n ground ? Have I brought up eleve n e ou r or t o b e t aced o a childr n, with t nu se wet dry, n w days by friars in the nave ? Help ! go od folks ! Where be th e se rooks a going ?

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l st T - — L ad . e e y h r is the giant killer slain . But see they have stopp e d : w h o is that raising t h e coffin lid ?

d ad Her S - 2 L . Co the e e y familiar pirit, nrad h retic catch r. n h K ig t. I do defy him Thou art my o nly goddess M o m — y saint, my id l , y ahem ’ l st L ad . T y hat well s run dry . L oo h ow — Now sh e all k , she trembles sinks, shivering, ’ o e e — Wh o e Up n the pav m nt y , y u ll see nought ther Flirting behind the pillar— Now sh e rises A n d o o o t o th e ch king d wn that pr ud heart, turns altar o th e Her hand up n coffin . i El z. e o L o w ho I thank the , graci us rd, hast fulfilled ’ T o hine handmaid s mighty l ngings, with the sight ’ Of o o e my bel ved s bones, and d st vouchsaf T o o t o e o his c ns lation the d s late . e n ot L o th e i T I grudg , rd, v ctim which we gave hee, o h e of o e o e B th and I , his m st pr ci us lif , To aid Thine holy city : th o ugh Thou knowe st ’ His swe ete st pre s e nce was t o this world s joy A s sunlight t o th e tap e r— Oh ! hadst Thou spared Th e Had y gr at mercy let us, hand in hand , ’ e o o o e on r o Hav t iled thr ugh h useless sham , begga s d le, e : T o L o T o I had be n blest h u hast him, rd , h u hast him Do with us what Thou wilt ! If at th e price Of on e of T e this silly hair, in spite he , o e o e e o o o I c uld r cl th thes wan b nes with his manh d, ’ A n d clasp t o my shrunk h e art my hero s self I would n ot give it I will wee p n o more L on o o on t h e ead , m st h ly sepulchre h u W e t e o o o e . hich stands besid ch ir, lay d wn y r burd n To the eo le [ p p . Now e e o o e , g ntl h sts, within the cl s hard by, W w e ou r o u e e of o o o ill c urt, as q n s rr ws, h ld Th e e e e e e o e gr n grav s und rn ath us, and ab v

Th e - e u l t h e e e of God all s eing va t, which is y , th Judge of t he widow and e fath e rl e ss. ’ T e e e o e e her will I pl ad my childr n s wr ngs , and th r , ’ SCENE Iv THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 1 1 1

n o If, as I thi k, there b il within your veins ’ The e e of o o d p sure currents y ur race s manho d, ’ ’ o o o Ye ll nail the rphans badge up n y ur shields, ’ w e A n d o n th eir cause for Go d s . W name ou r champions o C e L e u t olf Erlst ett en Rud lf, the upbear r, of , of E ou r o Co W Hartwig rba, and l ved unt alter, O u r S ou knights and vassals, ojourners among y . o o F ll w us . Ex it EL ABETH eta the crowd ollowin [ IZ , ; f g. A C T IV

SCENE I

h h hu r o a onv n t E C ch C e . L ABETH RAD Ni . T e CON g t f IZ , , ERARD Mon ks an A bbess Nu ns t in th d e G e c. e is anc . , , , , , t

’ r W e A t Con ad. hat s this new weakn ss ? your ow n re que st We come t o hear y our se lf- imp ose d vo ws A n d n ow you shrin k : where are the high - flow n fancies ’ W i e o u h ch but last w ek , beside y ur h sband s bier, You vapoure d forth ? Will you become a j e st ? ’ You e o e o o e might hav c unt d this t wer s cost, bef r

You blazone d thus yo ur plans abro ad . iz Oh ! e m e El . spar ! Con S S o e e o . pare pare y urself and spar big asy w rds, W o o o e e e e o hich pr ve y ur kn wl dg gr at r than y ur grace . z e n o e No e Eli . Is ther middl path way to ke p M o for em G od o e u ? y l ve th , and , at nc nstained ’ e G o o M he Con . n ot t If this w re d s w rld, adam , and ’ devil s,

It might be don e . ’ G o ! h d Eliz. o W Go it d s w rld, man y, made ’ o The faith asserts it G d s . n Po e Co . t ntially ’ A s o e of God every christened r gu s a child , ’ O r o old C i — T of o th se hags, hrist s br des hink y ur horn book The o t he — a oo ! w rld, flesh , and the devil g dly leash

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No n ot so u zz , much as we with b ing fly ’ O r in the mome nt of His wrath s awake ning ’ We o be— o NO— e o sh uld n thing . ther s w rse than that W He n d let b e be ? hat if but sat still, a A n d e d e o o w o thes e p s rr s, which my vain c nceit ’ Calls ch asten in gs— meant for me— my ailm e nts cure W for o ere lessons s me angels far away, A n d I the c orpus vile for t h e e x periment The grinding o f th e sharp and pitil e ss wheels Of o P o s me high r vidence, which had its mainspring A e a o e e n d g s g , and ag s hence its That were to o horrible TO o o o have t rn up all the r ses fr m my garden, A n d e o t o o e e plant d th rns instead have f rg d my gri fs, A n d hugged th e gri e fs I dared n ot forge mad e e arth A for o of e e e hell, h pe h av n and aft r all, T e oo of o o to e hese homel ss m rs life t iled thr ugh , wak , A n d find blank nothing ! Is that an gel - world o o e e A gaudy wind w , which we paint urs lv s To hide the de ad void n ight beyond Th e presen t ? ’ Wh e the e e — o o y h re s pr s nt like this arched gl m , e ou r o oo o e It h ms blind s uls in, and r fs them v r \V o o o ith adamantine vault, wh se nly v ice ’ Is ou r own wild prayers echo : and ou r future ? ou t e e of It rambles in ndless aisl s mist, Th e f e e — Oh S o ! arth r still the dark r , my avi ur ’ My G o d ! where art Thou ? That s but a tale about T hee, That crucifix above— it do es but Show The e A s T o o n ot T o n ow h u wast nce , but as h u art ’ Th n ot Th o : o ? y grief, but y gl ry where s that g ne see n ot o I it with ut me, and within me n ot T o Hell reigns , h u Dashes hersel down on the l ar e [ f a t st ps.

Mon ks in the distance chan ting.

‘ ’ ’ Kings daughters were am ong thine h on ourable women ’ SCENE I THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 1 1 5

’ Kings daughters ! I am on e !

ks O o Mon . Hearken , daughter, and c nsider incline thine ear : ’ o own o e Forget als thine pe pl , and thy father s house, So shall the King have ple asure in thy beauty ’ L G od i For He o o . is thy rd , and w rsh p thou Him

liz s ri n in u . o e ! E . (p g g p) I will f rg t them e o They stand betw en my s ul and its allegiance . Thou art my God : what matter if Thou lo ve me ?

Th o - e Th - oo I am y b nd slave , purchas d with y life bl d

e e e o e . I will r m mb r n thing, save that d bt

D T ou . Al o with me what h wilt as, my babies ’ — e He loves them they ll not n ed me .

RAD a CO N dvancing .

n Ho w n M Co . ow , adam Have these your praye rs unto a n obler will Won back that wandering h e art ? ’ God s will is spoken ! ’ The e S x e fl sh is weak the pirit s fi ed, and dar s, ! o f Stay c n ess, sir, Did n ot yourself set o n your brothe rs here To sing me t o yo ur purp ose ? A s e Con . I liv e n ot t o I m ant it yet had I bribed them it, ’ o e o e n o e Th s w rds wer l ss God s .

Eliz. o I kn w it, I know it ’ ’ An d o e : o I ll b y them c me, the victim s ready .

L a s her hand on the altar. GERARD A bbess and Monks [ y , , descend and advance ]

All o oo o o w rldly g ds and wealth , which nce I l ved, do n ow o o : o I c unt but dr ss and my bel ved, Th e l of o n ow e chi dren my w mb , I r gard ’ As if e o th y we re anothe r s . G d is witness My pride is to despise m y self my joy All e of insults , sn ers , and slanders mankind ’ 1 1 6 THE SA INT S TRA GEDY A CT W

No e n ow o e G od o e creatur I l v , but al n . Oh t o e of , be cl ar, clear, clear, all but Him ! L o e of all e art , her I strip me hly helps

Naked and barefoo t through t h e world t o follow My naked L o rd— A n d for my filthy p elf M Con . S o t p , adam h Eliz. W y so, sir ? n e o Co . Upon thin ath ! ’ Th G — How darest ou y wealth is od s, not thine ren nce Th e on e ? o trust He lays the I do c mmand thee, ’ e A o in G o t o e B ing, as ar n, d s stead, k ep it o for th e C u hi ow n Invi late, h rch and t ne needs . ’ s — I n n or l Eliz. Be it o have o part ot in t — There I have sp oken . h A bbess. O ou l ! o n or o , noble s which neither g ld, l ve, Nor sc orn can b e nd A n d n u o Gerard. o thi k what p re dev ti ns, W o e e o u hat h ly prayers must th y have b en, wh se g erdon Is su ch a fl o od of grace ! u ns W N . hat love again ! W of hat flame charity , which thus prevails ’ In virtue s g u est liz - o s ? E . Is self c ntempt learnt thu ’ o e I ll h m . bbess An h ow e oo a A . d yet bl st, in these c l sh des

To in - o e o rest with us, as a land l ck d po l,

Touched last and lightest by the ru ffling breeze . iz o ! n o n o ! n o ! n ot die El . N ! I will in the dark ’ e e e I ll breathe the fr fr sh air until the last, Were it but a month— I have s u ch things to do Great sche mes— brave schem e s— and such a little time ! T o n w oo - h ugh o I am harnessed light as any f t page .

Ex eu n EL ABET etc. Co e o e . H m , c me, my ladi s [ t IZ , Al oo Ger. as, p r lady Wh son ? Con . y alas, my ’

he o t o e t he to . S l ngs die a saint, and h re s way it er so ? i e G . Yet why harsh why with remorseless kn f

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’ The son G truths, my , are safe in od s abysses W u th e o t o oo e hile we patch p d ctrines l k like th m . Th e e o — e b st are tarnished mirr rs clumsy bridg s, W o on o th e mob here n, as firm s il, may walk h A o t e of o o n o n e . cr ss gulf d ubt, and kn w da g r h We w o se e r . , see heaven , may the hell which gi ds it for W e e o o e Blind trust them . hen I came h r fr m R m , A o Al o on e o — m ng the ps , all thr ugh fr st bound dawn , W i o aiting w th sealed lips the n isy day, I walked upon a marble mead of snow ’ An e for angel s spotless plume, laid th re me T e n oo hen from the hillside, in the m lti g n n, L o o o o e 10 ! n o e n o o ked d wn the g rg , and bridg , sn w of o e But seas writhing glacier, gashed and sc r d W o e e ith splintered gulfs, and fath mless cr vass s, of o o ri Blue lips hell, which sucked d wn r a ng rivers of S Th e fie nds w h o fled the sun. Th e path aints so oo o e se e Is such ; shall she l k fr m h aven , and ’ The Now e o o e . r ad which led her thith r w ll g , A n d find some l onely cottage for her l odgin g Her shelter n ow is but a crumbling ru in Roofed In with pine b oughs— discipline more healthy ’

For : S n ot ri for . soul, than body he s pe death

[Ex eu nt.

SCENE II

’ en s ace in a Su bu rb o Mar u r n ear EL ABETH S Hu t. Op p f p g, IZ

COUNT WAL TER and COUNT PAMA of Hu ngary enterin g.

ma e for o . . Pa C . I have prepar d my nerves a sh ck ’ Wal You e for th e o o . C. . are wis , w rld s upside d wn here Th e last gate way brought us ou t of Christe ndom into the New e e Mo e t he S J rusal m, the fifth narchy, wh re aints Not o possess the eart h . a beggar here but has his p ckets ’ full of fair ladie s t okens : n ot a bare foote d friar but rules a princess . ’ SCENE 1 1 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 1 9

’ ma C O wi o C. Pa . reeping, I pine, into dows h uses, and for a pretence making long prayers . ’ l D u o S Wa . C. on t q te cripture here, sir, especially in that gross literal way ! The new lights he re have taught ’ S u e t oo us that cript re s saying one thing , is a c r ain pr f that

e o . Ex e x . it m ans an ther c pt, by the bye, in one te t W ’ Pama. C. hat s that ? k ’ l As n d it b . Wd . a e C. , shall given you ama Ah SO w e are t o o C P . . take n thing literally, that th ey may take literally everyt hing themselve s ? A f r x t d C. Wal. ! s o ou o Humph y r te , see if they not on o t he o u t e o u saddle it us bef re day is , as glibly as ev r y ’ f o on . o e o laid it them Here c m s the lady s tyrant, wh m u I told yo .

CONRAD advan ces from the Hu t.

V ’ A n d V alt r s e ? Con . what may Count e valour want her

[COUNT WAL TER tu rns his back.

C. Pama. Sir P A k I come, riest, from ndreas, ing re nowned O f o o Hungary, ambassad r unw rthy L i e Unto the andgrav n , his saintly daughter ; A n d o t e fain w uld be directed o her presenc . ’

on . Th oo Bu t n t u . C at is as I shall ch se . I ll o stop yo ’ i u I do not bu ld with straw . I ll trust my p pils ’ To o o w h o w rldlings honeyed t ngues, make long prayers , ’ A n d i o o enter w d ws h uses for pre tence . T e the w h o o t oo here dw lls lady , has ch sen long

The e o h er. bett r part, to have it taken fr m Besides that w ith strange dreams and revelations Sh f i e has O late been e d fied. — C iVal. ! o . . Bah but they will serve y ur turn and hers Con W do ou e . hat y m an ? C Wal W e ou cu t h e r off . . h n y have from child and e Isen t ru dis G e are friend , and ven and uta, as I h ar, thrust ou t ou to e she u e by y starv , and sits there , shut p lik a o e on h e r ow n she bear in a h l , to feed substance ; if has n ot of o t o o sh e some these visi ns lo k at, how is , or any ’ 1 2 0 THE SA INT S TRA GEDY A CT w

o of o oo - o ther y ur p r self gorged pris ners, to help fancying hers elf the o nly creature on e arth ? n n w Who o o . How o ? h C m re than s e , in faith and e of th e Co u o f ? practice, a living memb r mm ni n o Saints Did she n ot lately pu blicly dispe nse in charity in a single day five hundred marks and more Is it n ot my co ntinual lab ou r t o keep her from utter p e nury throu gh h er ex tra vagance in almsgiving ? For whom d oes she take th ought f or oo on but the p r, whom , day and night, she spends her ? Do n ot m o strength es she tend the fr m the cradle , nurse e o i them , kiss th ir s res, feed them, bathe them, w th her o e d own hands, cl the th m, living and dea , with garments, the produce of h er ow n labour ? Did she n ot of late take o bo o o o int her own house a paralytic y , wh se l aths meness e on e ? A n d n ow had driven away ev ry else that we have . o e n ot e o s rem ved that charg , has she with her a l pr u boy, t o o e e o b wh se n c ssities she ministers h urly, y day and ? W e for o e oo o night hat vall y but blesses her s m sch l, s me o o e m u n ifi cen ce ? A re n ot chapel, s me c nv nt, built by her o h as o o the h spices, which she f unded in divers t wns, the wonder of Germany — wh e rein she daily fee ds and houses a mu ltitu de of th e infirm poo r of Christ ? Is she n ot followed at eve ry ste p by t he blessings of the p oor ? A re n ot her hourly in terce ssi ons for the souls and bodie s of all

o o - o t o ? W e ar und incessant, w rld fam us, mighty save hil sh e e o for t he C Of C ou liv s nly hurch hrist, will y accuse her o f selfish isolati on h e l. ou o s e n o t C. Wa I tell y , m nk , if wer healthier by ’ G o sh e i o h er ri d s making than ever w ll be by y urs, cha ty wo uld be by this time do uble - distilled s elfishness ; the o u o t o o e oo o m uths she fed, c pb ards st r g d w rks in ; the

e o e - o t o ou t h er backs she warm d , cl th s h rses hang wares o G od h er a n ot e f bef re ; lms giv n, but fairly paid, a hal penny for every halfpenny- worth of e ternal life ; e arth h er

- o th e m en o e on e chess b ard , and and w m n it m rely pawns for h er t o play a winnin g gam e— p u pp e ts and horn- b o oks t o te ach h er unit holin ess— a private workshop in which t o work o u t her ow n salvati on . O u t up on such charity

’ 1 2 2 THE SA INT S TRA GEDY A CT Iv

By those tw o sh e - dragons h ow th e ir sainth oods squeale d To see a brace of beards pee p in ! Poo r child Tw o sweet compani ons for her loneliness ’ ma Pa . ! C. But ah what lodging Tis at that my heart ble eds

T o o o - o hat hut, wh se r ugh and sm ke embr wned spars Dip to the c old clay fl oo r on e ither Side Her seats bare deal — h er only furniture So e o or t w o Wh me arthen cr ck y , sir, a dungeon Were scarce more frightful : such a choice must argue A e or e e oo b rrant senses , d g nerate bl d Wat W ? W o ? C. hat ere things f ul

ma. C. Pa e n ot . I mark d , sir

C. Wal . I did . You e e at e off oo might hav your dinn r the fl r . m ‘ ff ’ C. Pa a. O o oo any sp t, sir, which a princess f t

Had hallowe d by its touch .

Wal. Mo o . C. st c urtierly ’ K e e o for t he e e p, k ep th se sweet saws lady s s lf . (A side) Unless that shock of the ne rve s shall send them

flying . ma of o ? o C. a P . Yet whence this depth p verty I th ught You and her champi ons had recovered for her

Her lands and titles . l A o C. Wa . y that c ward Henry Gave them all back as lightly as he to ok the m Ce o rtie, we were f ur gentle applicants An d Rudolph told him some unwe lcome truths Wo G od o f e uld that all us might h ar our sins, A s Henry heard that day ! ma T u ? Pa . C. hen she ref sed them ‘ ’ ‘ l sh e oo Wa . C. It ill befits, quoth , my royal bl d, To take ex t orted gif ts I te nder back ou t o for o e By y him, this his m rtal lif , That which he thinks by tre ason cheaply bought ’ o son S T which my hall, in his father s right, ’

o e e . For e By G od s go d will, succ d that dread h ight May Christ by many woes prepare his youth ! ’ SCENE n THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 1 23

m C Pa a. ! . Humph ’ — b e C. Wal Wh n o t o . y here , cann t ’ W e C. Panza . hat hither com s o o e e o F rth fr m the hospital, wh re , as th y t ld us, Th e Princ e ss labours in her holy dutie s ? A parti - col oure d ghost that stalks for penance ? Ah ! oo of e it a g d head hair, if she had k pt A o t oo m e thought less lank ; a hands me face , trust , ’ t o fiddle - n But worn strings well, we ll be k ightly

[A s EL IZABETH meets him ]

S o m e of t p, y fair qu en rags and patches, turn ' T o e o e o o o dist afl h s s lemn ey s a m ment fr m y ur , A n d o say, what tidings y ur magnificence ‘ Can bring us of th e Princess ?

I am she .

[COUNT PAMA crosses himself andfalls on his knees ]

C. Pama Oh e ! O e ! . , bless d saints and martyrs p n , earth A n d hide my recre ant knighth o od in thy gulf Ma ! for Yet, mercy, dam till this strange day ’ Who S n oo e - e er saw pi ning w l, lik village maid , A royal sci on ? M al kneelin . W . C. ( g) y beloved mistress

Eliz. Ah f e ! ri faith ul fri nd Rise, gentles, se, for shame

Na n ot l . ere n ow y, blush , ga lant sir You have seen , , ’ K n do o oo i gs daughters w rse things than spinning w l , e e ll l' m Yet never redd n d . Speak your errand O

C. Pu ma o f e M . I fr m your ath r, adam Eliz Oh . I divine A n d i ou so far e o e gr eve that y hav j urney d, sir, o o e e Up n a b otl ss qu st.

C. ama M da P . e But h ar me, a m ’ If y ou re turn with me (o e rwh elmin g hon our Fo r such me an bodyguard to o pre cious treasure) Yo u r father offe rs t o yo u half his w e alth ; A n d o e o o e i o c untl ss h sts, wh s sw ft and l yal blades o Fr m traitorous grasp shall vindicate your crown . ’ 1 24 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT w

liz W E . ? o o ealth I have pr ved it, and have t ssed it from me l n ot oo t o o I wi l st p again l ad with clay. War ? I have prove d that t oo : sh ould I turn loose O n e oo e o o e me thes p r she p the w lf whose fangs have g r d , ’ G o o o e d s b lt w uld smite me d ad .

C. Pama M h e o e ou . . adam, by his gray hairs d th ntreat y Eliz Al ll . as sma comfort would th ey find in m e ri l e e I am a st cken and most luck ess d r, Wh ose bleeding track but draws the h ounds of wrath ’ W e here r I pause a moment . He has children e his t o e hi s Br d at side, nurs him in age W e n hile I am but an alien and a chang li g, W o e o h m, ere my plastic s nse c uld impress take E f r o o o o . ither his feature his v ice, he l st

C. Pama ? T o M o . Is it so hen pard n , adam, but y ur father ’ Must by a father s right command ’ Eliz Co A of . mmand y, that s the phrase the world e — e w ll t ll him, But tell him gently t oo— that child and fath e r A re e o e e e e o o nam s, wh se arthly s ns I hav f rsw rn , A n d o w n o o e : e o e kn m r I have a h avenly sp us , u l Whose se rvice doth all oth e r claims ann . l Ah a u l e ! C. Wa . , lady, dearest l dy, be but r d o S o b e e e e Y ur avi ur will th re as n ar as her . iz T t o Do o n ot o El . W ? o ? hat hou , friend st th u kn w me better ? Wouldst have me leave undone what I begin ? To COUNT PAMA M o o : so ( ) y father to k the cr ss, sir did I A s o di e o so die : he w uld at his p st, will I He o ou e is a warri r : ask him, sh ld I l ave

T f o e - o - o his my sa e f rt, and w ll pr ved vantage gr und, ’ To roam on this wo rld s flat and fenceless steppes ? ma P o M o C. Pa . ard n me, adam , if my gr sser wit e Fail t o c o nc e ive your sens .

liz n ot e . E . It is need d t o Be but the mouthpiece my father, sir

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M e to y little childr n call me, ‘ ’ Mo ther ! so soo n forgo t ? o ou t oo Fr m dark n ks their yearning faces startle me, Go ou n ot ! , babes I know y

’ P or o ad ray ! pray ! th u lt g o m .

’ Th e part s ou r ow n No a A h oo b o fiend can t ke that from us , p r y

o - ou Had I, like thee, been bred fr m my black birth h r o ou In filth and shame, c unting the s lless months ’ Only by some fresh ulcer ! I ll be patient ’ e Here s something yet mor wretched than myself. ’ S e e o on oo — o n ot l p th u still, p r charge th ugh I ll grudge On e m e o o moment of y sick ning t il ab ut thee , e o o — e w ho o me B st c unsell r dumb pr acher, d st warn How u e e m ch I have enjoy d, how much have l ft, w Which thou hast neve r known . Ho am I wretched Th e e o o happin ss th u hast fr m me , is mine,

A n d . A e th e makes me happy y , th re lies secret Co uld we but crush that ever-craving lust For i l e ou r e bliss , wh ch kills all b iss, and los lif , u r e O barr n unit life, to find again f r i A thousand lives in those o wh om we d e . So e o w re we men and women, and should h ld ’ O u r Go e rightful rank in d s great univ rse , W or r herein, in heaven and earth, by will natu e, No for el — All — o o oo oo ught lives s f , all fr m cr wn to f tst l ’ The L o th e o o o amb, bef re w rld s f undati ns slain ’ The e i t o G o e e ang ls, m nisters d s l ct Th e w ho o t o o sun, nly shines light a w rld Th o o e o t o o e cl uds, wh s gl ry is die in sh wers The w h o o - e fleeting streams, in their cean grav s Fle e the decay of stagnant s elf- conte nt ’ Th e oak e n o ax e , n bled by the shipwright s Th e o e o t o flow er s il, which yi lds its marr w the Th e o o flower, which feeds a th usand velvet w rms, ’ SCENE 1 1 1 THE SAINT S TRAGEDY 1 27

Born only to be prey for every bird ll for o A spend themselves thers and shall man, ’ Earth s rosy blossom— image of his G od Who se two fold be ing is t he mystic knot Which c ouples earth and heaven — doubly b ound o e t o AS being b th worm and ang l, that service By which both worms and angels h old their life S o e e hall he , wh se very br ath is debt on debt, o o e o of Refuse, with ut s m h pe further wage W he t o G od e ? hich calls Heaven , be what has mad him ’ NO ! let him sho w himself the creature s lord By freewill gift o f that s e lf- sacrifi ce ’ o e u ffe Which they perf rc by nat re s law must su r. T t oo t o L o l his I had learn (I thank thee, rd ), To lie crush e d do w n in darkne ss and the pit To e o — t o o los all heart and h pe and yet w rk . What lesso n could I draw from all my ow n wo es o o o oo Ingratitude, ppressi n , wid wh d NVhile I could hug myself in vain conce its Of Self- contented sainthood— inward raptures ’ Cele stial palms— and let ambiti on s gorge T t ? IS e aint heaven , as well as ear h selfishn ss For i — ou t t o e t me , a sin spun et rnity C S Oh o elestial prudence hame , thrust me f rth , o L o om o F rth, rd, fr self, until I t il and die No o for e L o m re H aven and bliss, but duty , rd, D t o T o o uty hee , alth ugh my meed sh uld be The hell which I deserve

TwoIVomen en er t .

’ l st Woman W o Tis . hat ! sn ring still ? nearly wake her To do e her penanc . 2 d oma n \Y for W . o ait a while, l ve e o t o Inde d, I am alm st ashamed punish A of bag skin and bones . ’ l st Woman Tis f r oo . o her g d : She has had her share of pleasure in this life W ith her gay husband she must have her pain . We be ar it as a thing of c ourse we kno w

W mort ifi cation s o -I hat are, alth ugh say it T o hat sh uld not . 2d om n l W a . Wh o d y, since my tyrant died, ’ L o e An Fasting I ve sought the rd, lik any na, An d n or n or o never tasted fish , flesh , f wl, A n d little stronger than water. t oman l s W . Plague on this watching ! W of ! hat work, to make a saint a fine lady ’ See n ow e o o , if she had b en s me lab urer s daughter, She e for u e might have saved h rself, a ght he car d But n ow n 2 d Woma . Hush ! here the master comes

I hear him .

RAD en er CON t s.

Con M o o . y peace , m st h ly, wise, and watchful wardens ! Sh e S ? W o ou t o leeps ell, what c mplaints have y bring Since last we met ? How ? blowing up the fire ? ’ Cold is th e true saint s element— h e thrives L i A o ke lpine gentians, where the fr st is keenest ’ For there Heaven s neare st— and the ether purest

(A side) A n d he most bitter. Ah 2d Woman . ! t sweet mas er, n ot o We are yet as perfect as y urself. n how ? Co . But has she behaved t n u l s Woma . J st like herself Now ru fllin g up like any tourne y queen Now weeping in dark corners then nex t minu te n Begging for penance o her knees . ’ n O n e 2 d Woma . trick s cured T of Isen tru de G hat lust giving ; and uta, The hussies , came here begging but yestreen,

Vowed they were starving. Did e Con . she giv to them ? d n h n ot 2 Woma . S e told them that she dared .

An d fu rzebrake of half—pertinent circumstance

- There lies the s elf denial . W in low voice M e oo omen ( a ). ast r sir l k here

Eliz. risin . L o ! ( g) Have mercy, mercy, rd W it ? No — Con . hat is , my daughter she answers n ot

o e Her eyeballs thr ugh their s aled lids are bursting, A n d yet she sl e eps her b ody do e s but mimic ’ Th e absent soul s enfranchised wanderings

the - In spirit world . Oh she was but a worldling ! A n d L o think, good ord, if that this w rld is hell, W o oo o o lot x e e hat w nder if p r s uls wh se is fi d her , M o o e e o e eshed d wn by cust m, w alth, rank, pl asure, ign ranc , Do L o hellish things in it Have mercy, rd E for m o ven my sake, and all y w es, have mercy — n T S e . Co . here she is laid again ome bedlam dr am So— here I sit am I a guardian ange l ’ “l G o e e ? or atching by d s l ct nightly tiger, Wh o waits up on a dainty point of honour To o clutch his prey, till it shall wake and m ve ? ’ ’ We ll waive that question : there s eternity

To answer that in . How like a marble - carven nun she lies Who o o h er o prays with f lded palms up n t mb, Until the resurrection Fair and holy ! Oh L , happy ewis Had I been a knight A — W ’ ? man at all hat s this I must be brutal , ’ O r I shall love her : and yet that s n o safeguard I have marke d it oft : ay— with that devilish triumph ’ W r i hich eyes its victim s w ithings, still w ll mingle i f t — A o . sympathetic thr ll lus say, pity ki ! h awa n . S e ! Eliz. ( g) I am heard is saved Wh ere am I Wh at have I ove rslept myse lf ? Oh do n ot ou , beat me I will tell y all f of o o I have had aw ul dreams the ther w rld . x for st Woman . A ! a ! e l y y a fine e cus lazy women , o Wh o cry nightmare with lying n their backs . ’ SCENE 1 11 THE SAINT s TRAGEDY 1 31

liz b e ! o ! E . I will heard I am a pr phetess God me ? hears , why not ye on n ot S C . Quench the pirit

He o e w e . If have sp k n, daughter, must listen M o o ou red e Eliz. eth ught fr m t the and h aving earth M o o o o y m ther r se, wh se br ad and queenly limbs A e o fiery arrow did impal , and r und P o e oo e o f ursuing t ngu s z d up nether fire , An d fastene d on her : like a winter- blast A o e e o m ng the ste ples, then she shriek d al ud , ‘ P for m e e m e o o ray , daughter sav fr m this t rment, For thou canst save A n d th e n she told a tale It was n ot true — my mothe r was n ot such ’ O G od Th e pand er t o a brother s sin

l st Woman . T n ow ? The ou t ! o ou here truth is I t ld y , S ister, About that mother S ! w e ? ilence, hags hat th n liz Sh Wa E . e . s sin stretched her arms, and sank it a To o sin fu l mother T e e l ve that . h r I lay A n d in the spirit far away I prayed W o o o n ot n or on hat w rds I sp ke , I kn w , how l g o e e C ou Until a small still v ic sigh d, hild, th art heard Then on th e pitchy dark a small bright cl oud S o e ou t e t o o h n , and swell d, and neared , and grew f rm, ’ Till from it blazed my pardone d m othe r s face W ! Ne e ith nameless glory ar r still she pressed, A n d b ent her lips t o mine — a mighty spasm l o ou Ran crack ing thr ugh my limbs, and th sand bells e — Rang in my dizzy ars A n d so I wok e . ’

Con . T was but a dream . ’ ’ ’ Eliz . Twas more ! twas more I ve te sts o o e tw o e o Fr m y uth I have liv d in alt rnate w rlds , A n d e T n o o night is liv like day. his was g blin ! ’ ’ T o o e was a true visi n , and my m th r s soul e oo e e Is fre d by my p r pray rs from p nal fires, A n d for me waits in bliss . — Con . W be it so ell then . ’ 1 32 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT Iv

T e e o e e e hou seest h rein what priz b di nc merits . No w to press fo rwards I require your presence W oo t o e e ithin the square, at n n, witn ss ther The fiery doom —mo st j ust and righte ous doom O f t w o o e e c nvict d and malignant h retics, Who t he x e e at stake shall e piate th ir crim , ’ A n d G o pacify d s wrath against this land . l z NO ! n ot E i . no ! I will g o ! W ’ Con . hat s here ? Th ou wilt ’ e o I ll drive thee ther with bl ws . T e hen I will b ar them, E o u o ven as I b re the last, with thankf l th ughts o o L o e for Up n th se stripes my rd endur d me . Oh S ! oo o o of men ! , pare them, sir p r blindf ld s ns No — saint but daily errs, and must they burn, Ah God for o o ? , an pini n o Con . F ol ! opini ons ? ’ Who cares for their O pinions ? Tis re be llion Against the syste m which upholds the world For e die : so e o which th y , lest the inf cti n spread, We off e o e e must cut the memb rs, wh s dis ase ’ d o ou l e e e We . pard n , c d th y ke p it to themselv s

[EL IZABETH weeps. ’ W n ot it — T o ell, I ll urge , hou hast other w rk Bu t for thy petulant wo rds do thou this p e nance do e e e o I forbid thee h re, to give h nc f rth

oo o or o o . F d, c in , cl thes , to any living s ul Th o the y thriftless waste d th scandalise elect, A n d maim thine usefulness thou dost elude ’ M o Tis t o e y wise restricti ns still great, liv Po o e r, among riches when thy w alth is spent,

W . ant is not merit, but necessity Oh let ! , me give That o nly pleasure have I l e ft on earth ! A n d for e o o e o Con . that v ry cause th u must f r g it, She wh o e A n d so be perfe ct. lives in pl asure e et sh e e e n n o Is dead, whil y liv s grac bri gs merit ’ - When tis t he ex press of our own self will.

To eructate swe et edifying doctrine o Culled from your darling serm ns . Woman e . H avenly grace e so o o e Imbu s her thr ugh ut, that even when prick d

She feels n o pain .

A . Con . n o o miracle, d ubt ’ e e o o e o k o H av n s w rk is ripe , and like s m m re I n w, e Having begun in the spirit, in the fl sh ’ S n ow e : she t oo he s made perf ct hath had warnings, , Of her o t o decease and pr phesied me, T a o e t o die hree weeks g , when I lay lik , T o s e hat I sh uld e her in her c offin yet. ’ b Tis A b ess. S o said, she heard in dreams her avi ur call h er

To mansi ons built for h er from everlasting .

A s . Con . o y , she said A bbess m e . But tell , in her confession Was the re no holy shame— n o s e lf- abhorrence For th e vile ple asure s of h er carnal we dlo ck ? She n o o e o f r Con . : o said w rd ther n as her shrift, No Chrisom child could Sho w a chart of thoughts e More sp otless than were h rs .

Nu n . S o trange, she said n ught o o o e e I had h ped she had gr wn m r pur . W ex Con . hen, n t, I asked her, ‘ ’ How o b e e e e she w uld interr d In the vilest w ds, ‘ o she oo bu t o n ot Qu th , my p r h lds I will pamper

W e e e e . h n d ad, that flesh , which living I d spis d A n d for see t o th e o my wealth , it last d it f ’ B e stowe d upon the p oor o Christ . d n Oh ! 2 Woma . grace h ou t o o oo o Woman . O 3d s l this w rld p r, but rich t ward G od

kin ! h ow e for e z awa . Eli . ( g) Hark th y cry br ad Poor souls ! b e pati e nt ! I have spent all ’ — I ll s e ll myse lf for a slave fee d them with th e price . e G ! N ! We o n ! Com , uta urse must be up and d i g ’ SCENE Iv THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 1 35

Al ! e e ! as th y are gone, and b gging ’ G o ! o ! T e m e g hey ll b at , if I give you aught ’ ’ for ou so o t o e e . I ll pray y , and you ll g H av n — I am a saint God grants me all I ask . Wh C o n o u . But I must l ve creat re y, hrist loved M o M e ary He l ved, and artha, and their broth r Thre e friends and I have none W L He o hen azarus lay dead , gr aned in spirit, A n d we pt— like any widow— Je sus wept ’ ‘ ’ e ! for . I ll weep, weep, we p pray that gift of tears T e oo n ot h y t k my friends away , but my eyes, O h ! To die e ! , husband, babes, friends, nurse alon C o ! M e w rack, fr zen brain elt, icicl ithin

Women . Alas sweet saint ! By bitter pangs she Her crown o f endless glory ! ! Con . But she wins it ’ Stop that vile sobbing she s unmanne d enough W l ithout yo ur maud in sympathy. What ? weeping D for aughters of Jerusalem, weep not me W e e p for yourselves . We do al ! ! , as we do W ou ? A au se hat are we without y [ p .

Woman . Oh l t ! , listen , is en W o - o e e hat sweet s unds from her fast cl s d lips are w lling, ’ A s o e o fr m the caverned shaft, d ep miners s ngs i v in a low oice . T ro o El z. ( ) h ugh the stifling r om Floats strange perfume Through the crumbling thatch The angels watch,

- O ver the rotting roof tree . T e o hey warbl , and flutter, and h ver and glide, Waitin o e g old s unds to my dr ary bedside, Snatche s of songs which I used to know W e h n I slept by my nurse, and the swallows C m e - e e alled at day dawn from und r the eav s . Hark to them ! Hark to th e m n ow o e Fluting like w odlarks, t nder and low ’ 1 36 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT Iv

Cool ru s tling leaves— tinklin g waters Sheepb ells o ver the lea In their silver plumes Eden- gales whisper — — In their hands Ede n - lilies n ot for me n ot for me No crown for th e p oor fo nd bride The o o so s ng t ld me , L o o a o ng, l ng g , How t h e maid ch ose the whi te lily ; But the bride she chose Th e re d o red r se, o A n d by its th rn died she .

’ Well— in my Father s house are many mansions

o o o - o I have tr dden the waste h wling cean f am, ’ T o C o ill I stand up n anaan s sh re, ’ W C o Z o o here rusaders fr m i n s towers call me h me,

To the saints wh o are gone before.

on S l on d ? A sid C . til Crusa ers [ e bbess W e A . o n ow hat was that swe t s ng, which just , my P rincess, You murmured to yourself ? Did you n ot hear A little bird between me and the wall, That sang and sang ? bb We n A ess. ot f S . heard him , air aint liz E . o e e e I heard him, and his merry car l r v ll d

' T o o o hr ugh all my brain, and w ke my parched thr at To j oin his song : then angel me lo di e s l t he Burst through the du l dark , and mad air quivered

U e e Na ou . nutt rabl music . y, y heard him

No o e . A bbess. ught save y urs lf

o o ! Was o - ? Eliz. Sl w h urs that the c ck crow ’ i St . P . Woman . eter s b rd did call Th e n I must u p ’ — No o o e To t o o . matins, and w rk , my w rk s v r A n d ? what is it, what O n e drop of oil on the salt seethin g o cean !

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All which the edifi cation of the faithfu l M e t o e akes ne dful be publish d .

Eliz. Oh God ! , my e e o e I had stripp d mys lf of all, but m d sty o T o e t i D st h u claim y that v ctim ? Be it so . Now take me h ome I have n o more t o give The e So — e t n o — n ow m e weak and y pain why, naught ails How dim the lights burn Here W e e ou ? h r are y , children

Al as ! I had forgotten . Now e — for ere t he I must sle p sun shall rise, o o o e I must beg ne upon a l ng, l ng journ y e To him I lov . Sh e means h er heavenly Bridegr oom f The Spouse o souls .

Eliz t o o e . . I said, him I l v

L e t m e e e e . sl p, sl ep

— — - You will n ot n ee d to wake me so goo d night .

t an a ti u d o r e The cene closes. [Folds herself in o t t e f epos . S A C T V

SCENE . A D . 1 2 35 I .

r lois n at ar u . o n Two A Conve t M p g C ters f the I firmary. a ed M n tt g o ks si ing.

’ s k So o L e l t Mon . they will publish t day the andgravin s o o her t o can nisati n , and translate the new church prepared A n ow o o o u for . t her lack, , that all the w rld sh uld be

- e - w e e e sight se ing and saint making, and laid up her , lik t w o lame j ackdaws in a belfry — d on k. L e t be let 2 M . We , man be have seen sights A n d i i ou r . i n solat and saints in time , truly, th s o suits l o e n my o d bones better than pr c ssioni g . ’ k Tis e e n ot l st Mon . o pl asant en ugh in the sun , w re it ’ — for t he . L oo o e flies k there s a lizard . C me you her , ’ u - e for u little r n about ; her s game yo . A oo o n e — Mu n itiae 2d Monk. d tame f l, and a gay

m u n dan is. k fl — m C . l st Mon . atch him a fat y y hand shaketh ’ - 2 d Monk. on e of o e e e n ow If y ur new lights w r h re , , he d him D e o pluck for a fiend, as ominic did the liv sparr w in chapel .

T e il o off e - l st Mon k. to h re w l be preci us erings mad day , o u r f which o house will get its share . N t w e sh e u t he 2d Mon k. o always favo red Franciscans o m st. ’ — l s T e . t Mon k. was but fair they w re her kith and kin h S e late ly pu t on the habit of the ir third minors . ’ 1 4 0 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT v

2d SO fi n e e e Monk. have half the gentl men and ladi s in ’ E o e n e of o n e w . T o e o n ow for ur pe h re s y ur inv nti ns , , o G od o o e letting grand f lks serve and mamm n at nc , and o o e e e e for emptying h nest m nast ries, wh r men giv up all ’ th e o A n d n o w e e P e o G spel s sake . th s haris es f Franciscans will go off with full p o ckets W oo l st Monk. hile we p r publicans 2d k S n ot o o all f Mon . o hall c me h me us justified, I think st e o 1 Monk. How ? Is th re scandal am ng us ? 2d Monk As k n ot — n ot E oo . ask . ven a f l, when he o f o . O h lds his peace, is c unted wise all sins, avoid that e sam gossiping .

l st Monk. Na ll me . A re n ot D y, te now we like avid o ? e n ot o o e and J nathan Hav we w rked t gether, pray d o o e o o t o together, j urneyed t geth r, and been s undly fl gged o o t o ? A nd gether, m re by t ken, any ime this f rty years n ow so e o darest t o m e of is news pl nty, that th u defraud a mo rsel k ’ — 2 e e e . d Mon . I ll t ll the but be secr t I knew a man o e are e o of hard by the c nvent (nam s dang r us, and a bird e on e e e the air shall carry the matt r), that hath a mighty y

o o . for a heretic, if th u kn west him t Wh e - l s Mon k. o o on o carri s his p ll screwed ver tight, and sits with his eyes shut in chap e l ?

2 d k The . S on e t o s o Mon . same uch a be in evil av ur t o have the splendour o f the pon tifi cal counte nance turned o e C A a i e fr m him, as though he had tak n hristians for m lek t s, f L o and slain the people o the rd . st H w n ow ? l Monk. o ’ 2 d k o e e for son Mon . I nly sp ak as I h ar : my sister s is for t o A rchi sacerdos chaplain, the time being, a certain , a h o o e n ow o e o o . T e f reign r, l dging wh re th u kn west y ung e o e ehi man b ing hid , after s me knav ry, b nd the arras, in Th u o e ou r e . e c m quidam and that prelat q idam, surly S x o — oo o and a n the guest, sm th and Italian ; his w rds o e e t e o : s ft r than butter, y v ry sw rds that this quidam had ‘ ex ceeded the b ounds of his commissio n— launched out

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2 Ne e e d M onk. o v r care . B ys must take the r igning e o do e — o for madness in r ligi n , as they the m asles nce all .

l st Mon k. O e t oo O e for him His e t oo t oo nc ft n . fac is , ’ e A - e o . U t m e tu o lik bel s in the chap l wind w sis vitalis , pue r !

Ger. . o of Hail , fathers I have asked permissi n the o t o o ou e t he pri r minister y ur refection , and bring y th reby

first news of the page ant.

e on e r b o . G e u s l st Monk. Bl ssings th e fo a good y iv

O m on th e w e O e o . the trenchers , and pen thy whil p n urs 2d M n u ? onk. Mo o o st splendid all , d bt

Ger. A garden , sir, Wh erein all rain bowed flowers we re heaped together A of a nd o of o e sea silk g ld, blaz n d banners, A n d e o charg rs h used such glorious press, be sure, ’ T - huringen land ne er saw. 2 t he bo ! d Monk. Just hear y Wh o rode beside the bier ? Ger e the K e . Fred ric ais r, e th e L o e of h er u H nry andgrave , br th r h sband ; The P e t oo A e h er o rincess s, , gn s, and m ther ; An d e o e o e - ev ry n bl name, sir, at wh s war cry Th e Sax on h e art l eaps up with them the prelates

' Of T e of COln Main t z— e all ? rev s, , and why nam them W e o h n all were there, wh m this our fatherland

Counts wo rthy of its love . ’ T h er l st IlIon k. was but right . Who spoke the oration ? Wh o Co ? Ger. but nrad d nk 2 Mo .

’ That s honour t o ou r house . ll k C a . 1 st Mon . ome , tell us

k o b o o e o u e . 2 d on . M In rder, y th u hast a r ady t ng ‘ er He e o off h er e th e ] L o G . rais d fr m fac pal , and e e e of e He cri d, that saintly fl sh which y lat W e io ere et en o e ith sacril g us hands , y t mb d, Had in you r superstitious s elfishn e ss ’ SCENE I THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 1 43

o G o - e oo Almost torn piecem eal . Fo ls r ss heart d f ls ’ T e G o n ot o e for ou hes limbs are d s , y urs in lif y They spent th e mselves n ow till the j u dgment- day By virtue of the Spirit embalmed the y lie h N W u S To w o a . o o o uch them d re uld y find your aint, L oo u n ot o e n ow k p, d wn, where ven she prays

Be y ond that blazing orb for you and me . t y hith e r bring her corpse ? Why hide h er clay ’ In j e welle d ark beneath God s mercy - seat A of o e e o e i speck dust am ng th s b undl ss a sles,

- oo Uprushing pillars, star bespangled r fs , ’ \Vh ose o o e e c l urs mimic Heav n s unmeasur d blue, S ou h ow sh e n ot e e ave to remind y , is h r , o But risen with Him that r se, and by His blaze A o e G od for o ? bs rbed , liv s in the wh m she died Kn ow h er n o more according t o the flesh O r o so t o o o o nly , brand up n y ur th ughts Ho w o o — fle sh oo she was nce a w man and bl d , ’ — h ow L ike you ye t unlike ! Hark while I tell ye . How i im 2d Monk. liked the mob all th s ? They hate h

s ore .

Ger. e e o e Half aw d, half sull n, till his g ld n lips E e so e ntranced all ars with tales sad and strang , T ee on e - w oe hey s med life long miracle bliss and , ’ o o e — he r — H n ur and sham daring Heaven s stern guidance , Did o e so o ze each the th r utbla . l st k G Mon . reat signs Did on h er wait from youth . d 2 Monk. There went a tale O f on e Z w h o h er , a ingar wizard, , on birthnight, e in E e she P e He her is nach , in r sburg lying, D her o e o eclared natal m m nt, and the gl ry \Vhich S o e h f od h uld b fall er by the grace O G . Ger He o . of o e o sp ke that, and many a w nd r m re , Me lting all he arts to worship— h ow a robe W o o l e o s hich fr m her sh u d rs, at a r yal fea t, To o e o n e m sh e e s m imp rtu at as al s s nt, By miracle within her bowe r was h u ng again ’ 1 44 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT v

An d how on her ow n couch the Incarnate Son of o In likeness a lepr us serf, she laid A n d o o e many a w ndr us tale, till now unh ard ’ W o o hich , fr m her handmaid s oath and attestati n , S e of Main t z t o Pe e i gfried far rugia s nt, ’ An d sainted Umbria s labyrinthine hills, E e t o th e o C e t he P v n h ly ouncil , wher atriarchs Of A o u e nti ch and Jer sal m, and with them A o of o h st prelates, magnates, knights , and n bles, ’ D e e ecre d and canonis d her sainthood s palm . M n st k. d l Mon o o . ass, they could less er G . So thought my master ’ ‘ For T of , hus, quoth he, the primates the Faith ou Have, in the bull which late was read to y , Mo st wisely ratifie d the will of G od ’ Revealed in her life s splendour for the nex t c ount These miracles wherewith since death she shines S u o ere ince ye m st have y ur signs , ye believe , A n d since without such tests the Roman Father Al o n o t o e ei e l ws saints tak th r seats in h aven, Wh e e n ot y, there y have th m ; a friar, I find, Or old o o o wife in the streets, but c unts s me d zens Of e blind, deaf, halt, dumb, palsi d, and hysterical, A o e r t w o Made whole at this her tomb . c rps o Was e : W o raised, they say, last we k ill that c ntent you Will that content her ? Earthworms ! Wo uld ye pl e ase e the d ad , u l Bring sinf l souls , not imping carcases To test her power on which of you hath done that ? Has any glu tto n l e arnt from her t o fast ? Or oily burgher d e alt away his p elf ? Has any painted Jezebel in sackcloth Re p ented of h er vanities ? Yo ur patron ? T of e o hink ye, that spell and flame interc ssi n, ’ M G o o i for o e elting d s ir n w ll, which y ur sak s She a e o o bu t e purch s d by l ng ag nies, was m ant ’ To save your d o ctor s bills ? If any soul ’ o ! Hath been by her made h lier, let it speak

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Bewailed their cushioned sloth old foes held ou t L ong parte d hands low mu rmured vows and prayers G e o o o h er ain d c urage, till a sh ut pr claimed saint, An d oo th e jubilant thunders sh k ringing air, T l o o i l birds dr pped stunned, and passing cl uds bewept W o m e ith crystal dr ps, like sy pathising ang ls, T o a e m o e o o h se w st d li bs, wh s sainted iv ry r und Shed Ed e n - odours : from his royal head Th e K e o on ais r took his cr wn, and the bier L aid th e rich offering ; dames tore off th eir j ewe ls Pro ud nobles heap e d with gold and gems h er c orse Whom living they de spised : I saw no m ore Mine eyes were blinde d with a radiant mist

An d I ran here to tell you . k Oh i l st Mon . , fair ol ve, ’ th e S o h ow o Rich with pirit s uncti n, thy b ughs Rain balsams on us k T o i e 2d Mon . h u didst sell th n all ’ An d bou ght st the pric e less pearl !

l st Mon k. T o o o of A e h u h l caust b l , By Cain in vain despised ’ T o e 2d Mon k. h u ang ls playmate f e e O o . y re, but now th ir judg T o Ger. h u alabaster, o e t o o of God Br k n at last, fill the h use With rich celestial fragrance

t d ibi u . E c etc. a l m [ , t

SCENE II

a a e C ON AD alone. A Room in a Convent t M yenc . R

Th e ' o o e ! D E za ! Con . w rk is d n iva li beth A n d I have train e d on e saint be fore I die ’ ’ n ow o e o O n Yet tis d ne, is t w ll d ne my lips Is triu mph : but what e cho in my heart ? ! e o e ul Alas th inner v ic is sad and d l, ’ SCENE xx THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 1 47

Even at the crown and shout of victory. h t o e O ! I had hugged this purpose my h art, for u e Cast by it all ruth, all pride, all scr pl s n ow it s e e e u e Yet fac , that se m d as p r as crystal, S o fleshl ou e o h ws y , f l, and stained with t ars and g re We o e e r make, and m il , like childr n in th i gardens , ’

n d o e o . A sp il with dabbl d hands, our fl wers i the planting A n d e t A o e y a saint is made las, th s children Was there n o gentle r way ? I kn ow n ot any ’ I plucke d the gay m o th from th e spider s web What if my hasty hand have smirched its fe athers S e the o oo ur , if wh le be g d, each several part Ma for i o o y its pr vate bl ts f rgiveness gain, ’ in e As man s tab rnacle, vile elements W ’ ? Unite t o on e fair stature . ho ll gainsay it The whole is good another saint in he ave n ’ A nother bride within the Bride groom s arms A n d she will pray for me — A n d yet what matter ?

Better that I , this paltry sinful unit, e o e Fall fighting, crush d int the neth r pit, o t o n If my dead c rpse may bridge the path Heave , An d s the s of o damn it elf, to save soul thers . A noble ruin : y et small comfort in it or In it, in aught else A blank dim cloud before mine inward sense Dulls all the past : she sp oke of such a cloud ’ o e I struck her f r t, and said it was a fi nd ’ S e n ow o e o e o f G od h s happy , bef r the thr n ’ I should be merry yet my h e art s fl oor sinks As e on a fast day sur some evil b odes . Woul d it were here, that I might see its eyes ! The future only is unbearable ! We quail before the rising th u nde rstorm W e t he e hich thrills and whisp rs in stifl d air, Y e t n ot e . Wou blench , wh n it falls ld it were here !

[Pau se ]

f o n ot : I ain w uld sleep, yet dare all the air ’ 1 48 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT v

Throngs thick up on m e with the pregnant terror f e e t e e n t O . o e lif unseen, y n ar I dar m et them, A s if I sleep I shall do I again ? W e or or e ? hat matter what I fe l , like, f ar o o W — o G C me what G d sends . ithin there Br ther erard !

GERARD en ers t .

W -Th e are atch here an hour, and pray. fiends busy. O — o Cros es hi el ms . n e S . s C o h ld my hand ( f ) ome , I f ar u Slee yo not. [ ps

E D i G RA R s ngs.

Qui fu gien s mundi gravia Con te m sit p carnis bravia, Cu idin is u e som n ia p q , L u crat u r erde n s n , p , om ia .

e e u ln is Hun g stant angeli , Ne lapis o fiiciat pe di Ne e o o ccu et luc tim r p , A u t o e e in u n ct p stis c be t .

H u ic coeli lilia ge rminant ; Arrisu s spon si permanent ; A c nome n in fide libu s i u Quam fil oru m me di s .

kin S ! Conrad awa . S ! A rt o ( g) tay pirits, stay th u a

born phantasm, O r o t oo e e of G od ? w rd tru , sent by the moth r Oh e of e ! , tell me, qu en Heav n 0 G od ! of L o if she, the city the rd , Who the o is heart, the brain, the ruling s ul f i o O half the earth ; wherein all k ngd ms, laws, A u o do e th rity, and faith culminat , A n d d raw from her their sancti o n and th e ir use The o e lighthouse f unded on the rock of ag s,

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O r of sick at sight his own nothingness, L ie o e d wn, and be a fiend : my tim is near We — I e d n or n or ll have neith r chil , kin , friend, S e son o o . ave the , my ; I shall g lightly f rth Thou kn owe st we start for Marpu rg on the morrow ? Th ou wilt go with me ?

Ger. A t o y , death , my master ; Ye t o o boorish heretics, with gr unded thr ats, M e u Co of Sa m utt r like sullen b lls the unt y , An d o many gentlemen , they say, have sw rn ’ A fearful oath : there s danger in the wind . n T e Co . h y have their quarre l I was ke e n and hasty i e i G o u t tu r r bit d o . ladi qui , p gla i ’ W e e is o : T o fear st hen Heaven is strong, th n H ll str ng h u n ot ?

’ o e e is for Ger. N though their name wer l gion T thee A o e o o o e l ne I quak , lest by s me pi us b ldn ss of e Thou quench the light Isra l . on L ? son ! C . ight my

T e n o e e . h re shall light be qu nched , wh n I lie dark — O u r path trends o utward we will forth to morrow. ’

Ex eu n t. Now let s t o chapel ; matin bells are ringing . [

SCENE III

Mar u r Peasan ts wai in b A road between Eisenach and p g. t g y

- WA L TER O F VA R L A the CO UNT O F SAYH the road side. I , ,

and other Gentlemen entering on horseback.

’ en T n ot of o o — H aflame : G t. alk h n ur ell s within me Foul water que nches fire as well as fair ; e die e If I do me t him he shall the d ath , o o o : e ou e o C me fair, c me f ul I t ll y , ther are wr ngs e e o The fumbling piecemeal law can n v r t uch , f e e t o i Which bring o th mselv s the injured , right d vine, o of o Straight from the f unt right, ab ve all parchments,

To be their own avengers dainty lawy ers, ’ SCENE 11 1 THE SAINT S TRA GEDY 1 51

on e e If shall slay the adult rer in the act, D n ot o n are c ndem him : girls have stabbed their tyrants, A n d c ommon sense has cro wned them saints ; yet what What were their wrongs to mine Al l gone ! All gone ! M o e o o oo o y n bl b ys, wh m I had trained, p r f ols, To i e e win the r spurs, and rid afi ld with me I could have spare d them— but my wife ! my lady ! T o i n o e h se dainty l mbs, which eyes but min Before that ru ffian mob— Too much for man ! Too e — T e o much , st rn Heaven hose yes, th se hand T o e o h se t nder feet, where I have lain and w rshipped Fo od for fierce flames A n d on the self - same day The day that they were seized— unheard— un argued NO i i witness, but one v le convicted th ef The do d W o ! g is dea and buried ell d ne , henchmen They are n ot burie d ! Pah ! their ashes flit Abo ut the c ommon air ; we pass them— breathe them The self- same day If I had had on e look ! O n e o — on e i n of o w rd s ngle ti y spark w rd, S t w o o e o uch as swall ws chang up n the wing . She was n o heretic : she knelt for ever o e f e oo or . Bef r the bl ssed r d, and prayed me Art sure he comes this road ? My messenger Saw e him start forth , and watch d him past the crossways . A n o h ur will bring him here . How ! ambuscadin g ? ’ t n o e s are . I ll sit by, while h lpless priest butchered S e e ! ham , g ntles ’

C. Sa m. O n o n ot on t y my w rd , I knew ’ o n ot so Until this h ur my quarrel s sharp , But I may let him pass my name is righted o E o o all Bef re the mper r, fr m his slanders ’ An d what s re ve nge to me ? — Gen . A a o o t t y, y f rgive and f rge ’ ’ Th e e n e — e l be e - v rmi s trapp d and w l g ntle handed, A n d ou t e e him lift him , and bid his mast r spe d , hi fi s rebran ds e . Him and . He shall nev r pass me ’ THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT v

’ l f o Wat n ot o d o o . C. . I will see it I m , and sick bl d Sh e o e e e o l ved him, whil she liv d and charg d me nce, A s n t o o t o . her sw rn liegeman , harm the knave ’ o et o e I ll h me y , knights, if aught unt ward happ n , A n d ou ou e e e e o e t o m e y sh ld n d a sh lt r, c m ’

M are o . o e e e ee ou r e y walls str ng H m , knav s w ll s k wiv s , — A n d beat ou r swords to pl oughshares wh e n folks le t us . E n t U T WAL TER and u ite [ x eu CO N S . ’ a m — Bu t — ou C. S . o y He s g ne, brave heart sir, y will n ot dare ? ’ ’ ’ The Po ow n L e — — e e pe s egat think ther s dang r in t . Gen L oo h ow on e t. k, athwart y sullen sl eping flats That fro wning thu nder- cloud sails pregnant hith e r ; A n d e e on e black against its sh ted gray, bird ’ Flags fearful o nward— Tis his cursed s oul !

No w o e e - Th e e - e ! th u shalt quak , rav n s lf sam day ’ He canno t scape Th e storm is close u p on him ! The re ! There the wre athing sp outs have swallo wed him ! ’ o e! th e e e e ou t He s g n and see, k en blu spark l aps o t o e o ou Fr m crag crag, and ev ry vap r s pillar ’ S o o e - o ! Tis h uts f rth his d ath d om a sign, a sign

n as n t t r [A heretic Preacher mou ts a ston e. Pe a s ga he rou nd him ]

T th e v e o oo hese are star ed unletter d hinds, f rs th , o m — for He hunted d wn like ver in a doctrine. T e e e o hey hav th ir rights, th ir wr ngs their lawless laws, T Wi e ar u in s o o o heir tl ss g g , which unc nsci us reas n u u o Informs t o j st concl si ns . We will hear th em. h M e e e t o ou Preac er. : y brethren, I hav a m ssag y there fore he arke n with all your ears— for n ow is the day of o th e e o f o are salvati n . It is written, that childr n this w rld in their gen e rati on wise r than the childre n o f light — and for re of o o e truly the child n this w rld, when they are tr ubl d — f e n o o o e . with v rmin , catch them and hear m re th m But ou t he e of e the o o Of i y , childr n light, the lect saints, p r th s o i e at o e ou t w rld rich in faith, let the verm n y ur liv s , and o h e You th e n fall d wn and wors ip them aft rwards . are all

’ 154 THE SA INT S TRAGEDY A CT v

e - ? 3d Voice. Has he been shriv n to day i W e o e o M 4 h Voice. Co ? ! h re is y ur rg , aster nrad Faugh How b oth the fellows sm e ll of smoke

5 th Voice. A e e h e t o strang l ech , suck, and suck, and u s ck, ’ A n d l ook n o fatter for t ! ld oman G m e o O W . ive back my s ns

Old Man . G of e ive me back the light mine ey s, Mine only daughter ! My o nly on e He hurled h er ove r the cliffs A e are o ! v nge me , lads you y ung ’ h V mit st n t 4t oice. We : s o o will, we will why him , th u with the p ole - ax e ? 3d Voice Na o o o y, now, the first bl w c sts m st, and heals last ’

e o s . Besid s , the dog s a priest, at w r t a m M ! How t he i C. S y . ass shavel ng rascal stands at bay ! ’ There s n ot a rogue of the m dare face his e ye ! ’ ’ T D n ! W the oo o ee rue omi i canes are bl dh und s t th , curs ’ Are ? Th e Preacher. What ! ye afraid huntsman s here at last W o Do ith ut his whip wn with him , craven hounds ’ ’ rin s rom the I ll help ye t o t [Sp g f ston e. A o ! M e e Gen t. y, d wn with him ass, hav th se yelping bo ors ? S u rs his r e r More heart than I [ p ho s forwa d. A ! o ! Mob. knight a champi n ’ n ot o Voice. He s m rtal man ’ See h ow his eye s Shine Tis the archange l ! H t M M o t o ! O ! S . e ! St . ichael c me the rescue icha l

RA RD tu rn s he la ce ide and He lu n es at CO NRAD . GE t n as [ g , throws his arms rou n d CO NRAD ]

G r ! The o o f e . My master ! my master chari t Israel and the ho rs e s thereof ! Oh call down fire from Heaven ’ SCENE III THE SA INT S TRAGEDY 1 55

k A CO NRAD over the bod [A peasant stri es down GER RD . y ]

Alas my son This bloo d shall cry for vengeanc e Be fore the throne of God G n A n d e t. cry in vain Follo w thy mini on Join Folqu e t in h e ll 1

Bea RAD wn - [ rs CON do on his lance point.

i of V of C Con . I am the v car the icar hrist o o f d Who touches me d th t uch the Son o G o .

[The mob close over him ]

’ 0 God A martyr s crown ! Elizabeth !

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’ oo man wh o n een en t th e n e t e n t o u n g d , , havi g b s by pri c s fa h r i H gary , ’ E i et n t o T u n en - n had brou ght th e blessed l zab h i h ri g la d .

‘ ’ 1 Th e n e L o e. For n o m on ou h e P . 7 . bli d arch r, v i f r ati ab t t n o en t m o f th e T ou ou t h e emou om paga ri alis r bad rs, blasph s b bast by t e o o e t e e e u t on in o en e an d t e in which h y pr v k d h ir p rs c i Pr v c , h ir

flu en ce on th e Cou of Eu rO e see S mon L it. S ou ther n Eu ro e rts p , is di, p ,

- a III. VI. C p.

‘ ’ . 1 9 . Stadin s. Th e St adin s o n t o eu in A D 1 233 P g g , acc rdi g Fl ry, . . , e e e n u n u en men w h o e u e t o t t e omm tt e w r c rtai r ly f , r f s d pay i h s , c i d e u e e on reli ion s of o ex e o e or e e t o gr at cr lti s g b th s s , w rshipp d , w r said

- o et c. on e e th e e il e u e er w rship , a black cat, , c sid r d d v as a v ry ill s d p son a e an d th e t u o of t em e e an d th e o an d e e g , righ f l l rd h s lv s w rld , w r fli mo A n m an d o o of th e m ost pro g at e rals . i partial phil s phic in vestiga of i an d o e e on in en e e e is mu n t e tion th s th r arly c t tal h r si s ch wa d .

‘ ’ ’ f L i for W t e n I. n e e a . 29 All o . C . b . 7 en e d P . g ld § , al r s i t rf r c ’ n e i e e . L ewis s a sw r, wh ch I hav paraphras d

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30 o n e t o n . Cf . L ib . . 5 for n e o e P. . Is cr w d with h r s I § , this a cd t er e en e e in e m n n e e an d h d f c , which I hav lik a r paraphras d.

‘ ’ 31 . T e on . Cf. L ib . . 3 for u n t m e o of P . h ir pard I , this q ai th d

- n s elf hu miliatio .

‘ ’ ‘ You n o ou e . Cf. L ib . . 6 . h e I bid. k w y r plac I T vassals an d e on of h er e ot e e e u t e h er o en an d ot e t o r lati s b tr h d p rs c d p ly, pl t d So sen d h er back t o h er father divo rced . phia also did all sh e Sh e e t e in h c ou ld t o place h er in a con ven t. d ligh d t e compan y m an d e n t so t So u e t o n ee n t o h er of aids s rva s, hat phia s d say s ri gly , “ ou e een ou n t e m on t h e e wh o u e an d You sh ld hav b c d a g slav s dr dg , ” n e wh o u e n ot amon g th e pri c s r l .

‘ ’ ‘ 33 C u t e . Cf. L ib . . 7 . Th e o m en P. . hildish la gh r I h ly aid , e e n th e m o o e h er o e e u t e n d r c ivi g irr r, sh w d j y by d light d la gh r a ‘ in h n . 8 T e o e e ot e t e t of th e L o t o agai , II , h y l v d ach h r chari y rd, ’ e e a degree b eyon d all b li f.

‘ ’ Ibid A t e . Cf. L ib . . . . crys al cl ar I 7

‘ ’ ‘ N0 o 35. Ou r e e . Cf . L ib . . 8 . n e en e o P. fair st brid I h c f rt h e o o e th e m e o or o an d all mon h e dar d pp s arriag by w rd pl t, t s wer ’ o e st pp d . NOTES 1 5 9

NO TES TO A CT I I

‘ - m . 37 41 . Cf. L ib . II. 1 5 1 1 et assz . Pp , , , p Hitherto my n ot es have been a carefu l sele ction of th e few grain s of ’ characteristic fact which I cou ld fi n d amon g Dietrich s len gthy pro fession al reflect ion s ; bu t th e chapt er on which t his scen e is fou n de d

o e en o e an d e n - n n is remarkable en ou gh t b giv wh l , as I hav a lo g sta di g for th e oo old monk wh o fu ll o f on e n e te an d frien dship g d , is h st aiv ee - e e m an d e n o t o u all m e e d p h art d sy pathy, hav wish disg st y r ad rs

i h h im e for th e m o u n t n t e . In th e me n w t , I shall giv it st part ra sla d a t m e t o e wh o ma be o e e n ex e on in t i oem i h s y sh ck d at c rtai pr ssi s h s p , o o e om t h e Rom e o on oo ma e i m lan b rr w d fr ish d v ti al sch l , y v r fy y ’ u e th e Rom oo e e wh o fi n d u n ow in creas g ag at ish b ks ll rs , j st a rapidly e A n d it n ot t e all o e u n for th in g sale for su ch war . is af r a h p f l sig e age t hat even th e most qu estion able literary taste s mu st n owadays ally t hemselves with religion — t hat th e h otbe d imagin at ion s which u sed t o bat t en on Rou sseau an d Byron have n ow risen at least as high ’ d n o de S e i o e as th e Vtes des Sain ts an St . Fra c is al s Ph l th a ? Th e t ru th t t in u me in th e n of an a e of o e is, ha s ch a ti as this, daw g faith , wh s fu tu re magn ifice n ce we may su rely progn ost icate from t he slown ess ‘ ’ an d om ex i of e - e e o n o e u Werterisrn c pl ty its s lf d v l pi g pr c ss, spirit al , mu e its e mon ot e n e o u on . The emo n a g h r stra g pr l si s, st hav plac tio s an d th e im n o n wi e t e u t o b e fed— b ou agi ati s ll ass rt h ir , j st right y f l mean s if n ot by fair an d !e ven self- tort u re will have charms after th e u n e an d e -in - e of me e e e t e n tte r dry ss lif d ath r ccl sias ical p da try . It is ood m ou n u t ou be t few e en o n em e e g , r f l h gh it , hat a , v by g rgi g th s lv s oi on ou n e th e e of u u n e — if w e d with p s , sh ld i dicat ris a spirit al h g r o b u t take t heir fat e as a warn in g t o provide wh olesom e foo d b efore th e n ew cravin g has ex te n ded itself t o th e man y . It is good t hat religion ou e Werterism in o e t e e t e Werterism ma sh ld hav its , rd r hat h r af r y i on Bu t t o m u o t o n — e e n t h e e e have its rel gi . y q ta i s wh r i r ad r will j u dge h ow difficu lt it has been for me t o satisfy at on ce t he d elicacy of th e En glish min d and that histo ric t ru th which th e highe st art em n s d a d .

‘ E in te eos h on orabile on n u u m e t t o n immacu latu s n on rat r c bi , h r s , in libidin is sed in on u alis an im i cast ita c r o e c s ct on ae t . Fo t he ard r , j g o m en oon sh e m e e n o ma e t e h er e h ly aid , as s as was arri d, b ga t c ra fl sh m n chi n i in e e n t o h e r u n om e with a y wat gs , r s g v ry ight pray h sba d s me ee n ome ime on n n at h er o ten e n h e r in com ti s sl pi g, s t s c ivi g , f b ggi g , s on o her de n ot t o i e e in i eet o ten u o pa si t licacy , affl ct h rs lf d scr ly, f s pp rt NOTES

’ n en sh e e in g h er with his ha d wh pray d . says an other o f ‘ h er o e e n t u h er t o t e t bi graph rs , b i g a ght by pray wi h Gr a , t h e e oti on of t ou n wh o n om th e b e d of t ru ly, was d v his y g girl, , risi g fr h er n u n ou C om sh e o e th e tru e hu sban d car al h sba d , s ght hrist, wh l v d as l of her sou . ‘ Nor certain ly was there less faith in the hu sban d wh o did n ot o o e u an d so e i e bu t e ou e h er an d em e e pp s s ch gr at a w f , rath r fav r d , t p r d

- h er e ou o e n u en e . A e e t e e o e th e f rv r with v r ki d pr d c ff ct d , h r f r , by ee n e o f m o e o e an d mu u o e t e ou n ot e sw t ss this d st l v , t al s ci ty, h y c ld b ar t o b e e e for an en t o f me or n e . Th e t e e s parat d y l g h ti dista c lady, h r o e e u en o o e h er u n t ou ou o an d n o f r , fr q tly f ll w d h sba d hr gh r gh r ads, m n e an d e e e n an d e t e led e em o on s all dista c s, s v r wi d w a h r, rath r by t i s of sin cerity than of carn ality : f or the chaste p resenc e of a modest h u sband o ered n o obstacle to that devou t s ou se in the wa o ra in w atchin fl p y f p y g, g, ’ or otherw ise doin g good. T en o o th e t o o f h er n u e n L e i n t e o f h er h f ll ws s ry rs waki g w s i s ad , ’ an d L e e oo - n t u e ou t ou e e ot e e en wis s asy g d a r ab t his, as ab t v ry h r v t ‘ d e t e e n e o f e . A n so u e c n o en en e lif , aft r h s w ari d wat hi gs , it ft happ d t n for an ex e e en t o f me sh e e ee on mat hat, prayi g c ssiv l g h ti , f ll asl p a ’ e e h er u n b ed an d e n e o e for h er m en b sid h sba d s , b i g r pr v d it by aid s , “ n e e : T ou n n ot et can do o en e a sw r d h gh I ca always pray , y I vi l c t o ” m ow n e t e n m e in th e m e n t me om m ou y fl sh by ari g ys lf a i fr y c ch . Fu iebat oblectam en ta carn alia et eo t u m m olliorem et g , id s rat , b rn iu m secretissimu m u ant u m li u it viri co ntu e , q c , declin av it . Qu em

u amv is roecordialis amoris a eetu deli eret u ru labatu r tam en dolens q p fi g , g e , r na lis decorem oris n on meru it conserv are as i a a qu ad vi gi fl . C t g b t etiam la is mu et lacerabat diris v erberibu s carn em u ella n n o en p g ltis, p i c s e t pu dica . ‘ In n o u em diebu s u adra esim ae sex tis u e fern s u pri cipi q id q g , q al s o u t solebat acci ere disci lin e s a m o m h omin ibu s se o t en cc l as p p , l cta c ra s n Post were con valescens et ro cien s in ratia e e t o dileeti t o t a s . p fi g , d s r h ro su r en s e se in seeret o u u o er an eillaru m m n u e g , f cit c bic l p a s gravit r sae issime v erberari lectu m u e m e e h ilarem se e x hibu it p , ad q ariti r v rsa o u n m et j c da . ‘ Ve e e e con u es in u o u m con sortio n m u n ditia in r f lic s j g , q r ta ta , n u u m o colloqu io pu dicitia reperta est . I q ib s a r Christi con cu piscen t m e x tin x it e o e refren avit et u lan t iam e o t u e x cu ssit ia , d v ti p , f rv r spiri s som n olen tiam o t o t u t av it con scien t iam s ben efacien di , ra i , charita facu lt at em t ribu it et laetitiam

‘ ’ ‘ In e e u e . Cf. L ib . . 9 h ow L e con 50 . P . v ry scr pl III , wis sen t e d that Elizab eth his Wife shou ld m ake a v ow o f ob edien ce an d ’ on n en e th e o f th e Con salad u re matrimon ii. c ti c at will said rad, j

1 62 NOTES

‘ ’ ’ ‘ h 9 . A u e o . Cf. L ib . IV . 1 . In t e e P. 7 cr sad r s cr ss y ar ” 1 22 t e e en e l Passa iu m t o th e o L an in 7 h r was a g ra g H ly d , which ’ Frederick th e Emperor also crosse d th e seas (or rat her did n ot cross th e e e n S e o in n n bu t in ot s as , says H i rich t r , his a als , hav g g as far as S me a n — m e o n t n an d e n u th e icily, ca back gai is rably disapp i i g br aki g p ex e i ion e eo t h e e e e at th e iou ort — an d p d t , wh r f gr at r part di d var s p s ‘ ex ommu n t e for so o n an d L e i n d e of t h e was c ica d d i g) ; w s, la grav T u in i n oo th e o e e in th e n me of Je u C an d h r g a s, t k cr ss lik wis a s s hrist, did n ot im mediat ely fi x th e badge which h e h ad received t o his

' men th e m t e le t his e wh o lo e him t th e most gar t, as at r is , s wif , v d wi h en e ff e on ee n t oul b e n x ou an d t u e t d r a cti , s i g his, sh d a i s dis rb d , bu t sh e ou n i e t u n n o e his u e an d n e u o n f d it wh l r i g v r p rs , fai t d, str ck d w ’ wit h a won derfu l con stern at ion .

‘ ’ 82 . mu be on e . Cf. L ib . IV. 2 A e in i P. I st g . chapt r wh ch om n t o Dietrich rises in t o a t ru ly n oble an d pat het ic strain . C i g ’ ‘ Schmalcald h e L e ou n e e en om h e , says , wis f d his d ar st fri ds, wh had o e e t o m ee him t e e n ot n t o e t ou t n le e rd r d t h r , wishi g d part wi h t aki g av ’ o f th em . ’ T en ollo D e on oe i tem t i Basn a e lls h f ws i trich s ly p t c at p , wh ch g ca a ‘ ’ carmen in e tu m oo an d mo u n all e e p , f lish ballad, st fairly, as r ad rs ou an o e of o n u t e in t n t on t o t sh ld say, if I had y h p d i g j s ic a ra sla i his en m en o f an old m ti an d it s im e o e t t g ial frag t dra a c ballad, s pl bj c ivi y , as of a writer so impre ssed (lik e all t ru e Teu to n ic po et s in th ose earn est days) with th e path os an d great n e ss of his su bj ect t hat h e n ever tries ‘ t o m ro e it e e t on an d e n e e b u t t in i p v by r fl c i s, pr achi g at his r ad rs, h ks en ou u t o t e his o u e it i e for i el t o it gh j st ll st ry, s r that w ll sp ak ts f all hearts Q u ibu s v alefacien s cu m m oerore Commisit su is frat ribu s n at os cu m u x ore Matrem u e deoscu lat os filiali mo e q r , Vise ea m allo u itu r cordis rce dolore g p , mot e o t remu eru n t Illis a visc ra , c rda , Du m e in alteriu s calla irru eru n t alt r , Ex eten tes oscu la u ee via: rece eru nt p , g p Pro ter mu ltitu dines u oe eos com resse u p , g p r n t. Mater ten ens liu m u x or u e marit m fi , g u , I n diversa ertrahu n t et t en en n u m p , t i vit , Frat res cu m militibu s v elu t compedit u m

St rin u n t n ee e e e sin u n t ex editu m . g , disc d r p E in ex ercit u m x mu u mu tu rat a i s t l s,

Cu m caroru m cern eren t altern ari vu ltu s.

Fleban t omn e i e en ex et adu ltu s s par t r, s , NOTES 1 63

Tu rbae cu m militibu s u u e t in cu lt u s. , c lt s an eret cu m v ideret en tes 1g a Qu is n on p l g , fl Tot honestos n obiles t am e en t e , div rsas g s , x n illu v en ien t es Cu m Thu rin gis Sa o es c , n t es Ut v ideren t socio s su os abscede . m o l ctamin e u n ct i cert av ere A ic u c , Q u is eu m diu tiu s po sset retin ere u m e ollo brachiis uidam in haesere Q ida , q

estibu s n ee oterat cu i u am es on dere. V , p q r p Tan dem se de man ibu s ex imens sn oru/m Ma n at oru m o u et ere rin oru m g s ci s p g , A dmix tu s tandem coetu i cru ce sign atoru m Non v isu ru s amp liu s terram Thu ri n goru m

Su e t e e e of e in th e old mon i en r ly h r is a h art fl sh k wh ch, wh m e e e t u e can t o e S u e o e war d by a r ally h al hy s bj ct, ss asid cript r par di s an d o e on Sto en t men an d e e u e an d pr f ssi al ic s i t, d scrib with s ch lif t o e an e e - n e scen e o u e in t wo e pa h s, lik y y wit ss, a which cc rr d , fact, y ars t be fore his bir h . ’ A n d t u t Pri n ce Peace h e on n u e m ou n n o e h s his of , c ti s , ti g his h rs m n n et c ou t h e en d of th e mon of Ju n e with a y k ights , . ab t th , set o t in t he n me of th e L o i in him in e an d oi e f r h a rd , pra s g h art v c , a ee n an d n n e e e e n d o e n d w pi g si gi g w r h ard sid by side. A cl s by o o e t e e t m o u e h er eet e f ll w d , wi h sadd st h art, hat st faithf l lady aft r sw st

n e h er mo t ov in ou e n e e e o him mo e. n d pri c , s l g sp s , v r, alas to b h ld r A en sh e o n t o e u n th e o e of o e an d th e on of wh was g i g r t r , f rc l v ag y ’ separation forced h er on with him on e day s j ou rn ey : an d yet that did n ot u fi e . Sh e en on t u n e t o e th e n n o e u s f c w t , s ill abl b ar parti g, a th r f ll ’

ou n e . At e t th e ex ort on of Ru o day s j r y last th y par , at h ati s d lph th e u W o n n o t u e C e e . t ou pb ar r hat gr a s hi k y , what s bs, what s r ggl s , an d e n n of th e e mu e e e een ? Yet e y ar i gs h art st th r hav b th y part, an d o on eir . The o en o ex u in n t o g th way l rd w t f rth lt g, as a gia t ru n ou e th e a e u n e men t n o an d t ea his c rs ; l dy r t r d la i g, as a wid w, rs h r e e o n e ee . T en u n o ff t he men of o sh e t oo w r ch ks h p tti g gar ts j y, k th e e o f o oo Th e mi e of n t on n on e sh e dr ss wid wh d . str ss a i s, sitti g al , tu n e e e u t e t o God— to h er o me ood o in e e r d h rs lf t rly f r r g w rks , add g b tt r ’ on e s . T e ren e e e m n n wh o e me L n u e h ir child w r H r a , b ca a dgraf a da ght r wh o m e th e Du e of B n n ot e wh o em n n in arri d k raba t ; a h r, , r ai i g n e me n u n of A en u of e sh e is L d virgi ity , b ca a ld b rg, which plac a y ’ A e u n bb ss t il this day . NOTES

NOTES TO A CT III

‘ ’ ‘ . 86. On th e ee n t on e . Cf. L ib . 5. In th e P fr zi g s . II en e of h er u n sh e u e t o e h er m en t o abs c h sba d s d lay asid gay gar s, c n

u t e e e e ou t o an d t e for t h e e u n e d c d h rs lf d v ly as a wid w , wai d r t r of h r e o e n h er n t in t n en u flex ion s e an d b l v d, passi g igh s wa chi gs, g , pray rs, ’ A d n e . n n L ib. IV. 3 u t u ot e . discipli s agai , , j s q d ‘ ’ ‘ - - . 88 . Th e of God. Cf. L ib. IV 6. Th e mot e in P will . h r law

t o h er u t e - in - Be e m e o e u n said da gh r law, brav , y b l v d da ght er or b e dist u rbed at that which hath happen ed by divin e ordin an ce t o thy “ u n m son W e e o sh e n e e o m ot e h sba d, y . h r t a sw r d b ldly, If y br h r is ” “ t e h e can b e ee th e e of God an d ou r en He i cap iv , fr d by h lp fri ds . s ” h e n h e n h e n h e u ot t ot e . T e s r u on er n ee d ad, q h h r h , claspi g ha ds p k s, “ ” Th m e an d t e n in h e o e o e t o t t . w rld is d ad , all hat is pl asa w rld n t u en n n u it t e sh e u e t Havi g said his, s dd ly spri gi g p w h ars, r sh d swif ly t ou th e o e en of t h e e an d e n en t e e e hr gh wh l l gth palac , b i g ir ly b sid ’ e el ou e ru n on t o t h e o en d u s u e u d u e h rs f, w ld hav w rld s , q q q , if a wall o e h er an d ot e om n u led h er m h had n ot st pp d ; h rs c i g p, away fro t e ’ h e e u n wall t o which s had l g .

‘ ’ ’ ‘ Yon on e . Cf. L ib . . 2 . T e e e t n I bid. li s rag III § h r was a c r ai lion in th e cou rt of th e Prin ce ; an d it came t o pass on a time t hat n om b ed in th e m o n n an d o n th e ou e e on risi g fr his r i g, cr ssi g c rt dr ss d ly o n an d e h e m et t on o o e an d n n in his g w slipp rs, his li l s ragi g agai st e eon t e t en e th e e t t e fi st an d t e h im . H e t h r hr a d b as wi h his rais d , ra d ’ t m n u t n e its fi ercen ess o n at t he n i t i a f lly, ill layi g asid , it lay d w k gh s ’ ee an d n ed on him n it s t ail. So D et . f t, faw , waggi g i rich

- - 91 92 95 1 00. Cf . L ib . IV. 7. Pp. , ’ o t e th e n e of L e e t e t n of h er Now sh r ly aft r ws wis s d a h , c r ai vassals n t en h er ot e - in - h er ou t of th e late hu sba d (wi h H ry, br h r law) cast on Sh e t oo e u e t n in cast le an d of all h er p ossessi s . k r f g hat ight a n an d en t at m n t t o th e m t n of t h e certain t aver , w id igh a i s “ An d en n o on e e e h er o n t oo e . Min or Broth rs wh dar giv l dgi g, k u A n d en h er t t e on e e e ou t t o re fu ge in th e ch rch . wh li l s w r br gh

om th e a e m mo t tt e o sh e n e n ot e e t o h er fr c stl , a id s bi r fr st, k w wh r lay ’ Sh e en e e e ou e an d fed h er m t he ir h eads . t r d a pri st s h s , fa ily

n ou n n sh e h ad. T e e in miserably e gh, by paw i g what h r was that m ou W t e sh e o n an en em o f e n oo e . t w y h rs, havi g a r y h s hi h r e n t e e n an d o e t o e it h e r o e m r d at his biddi g, was f rc d dw ll w h wh l fa ily in e n o e h er o an d o t e e e h e r th a v ry arr w spac , h st h s ss h ap d wi “ e Sh e e e o e e t em e e in an n oyan ces an d spit . th r f r bad h far w ll , say g, I

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‘ ’ ‘ - 1 1 2 Y ou e m o e o . f. L ib IV n C . . 1 . O oo P. . r s lf i p s d v ws G d F i en th e e e ex e e in em em n e of th e r day, wh altars w r hibit d bar r bra c S ou wh o u n e on th e o for u s sh e en n t o e n avi r h g bar cr ss , w t i a c rtai e an d in th e e en e of M e Con an d er n n n chap l, pr s c ast r rad, c tai Fra cisca ot e in h er o n on th e e en ou n e h er own br h rs, lay g h ly ha ds bar altar, r c d ” h er en t en e t on et omn u h u u s m o om is will, par s , childr , r la i s , ib s j di p p , all om of t n m in on e o e for m u n in m t t on p ps his ki d (a ispr t, h p s, di), i i a i ” o f C an d omn in o se ex u it et n u davit t e e e ut e hrist , s ripp d h rs lf t rly ’ n e t o o ow Him n e in th e e of o e . ak d, f ll ak d, st ps p v rty ’ l of h er o . 1 1 . A l o oo A e w n o . P 5 w rldly g ds . paraphras w rds ’ ‘ 1 1 6. T in e own n ee . Bu t en sh e o n t o en ou n e P . h ds wh was g i g r c ’ h er o e ion o th e u en Con o e h er. The e e t on p ss ss s als , pr d t rad st pp d r fl c i s ’ o o are D et own which f ll w i rich s . ‘ ’ . 1 1 7. Th e li en e o f th e en et c. e u t t in P k ss fi d, I hav p his dar g ’ ex e on in o Con mou t th e e ou t ome o f th e t e n pr ssi t rad s h , as id al c achi g ’ o f Con rad s ag e on t his p oin t — an d of m u ch t eachin g also which

m e o e t n in ou r own a e . Th e o t n e n o t of iscalls its lf Pr t s a t, g d c ri is , ou e t o be ou n totidem v erbis in th e o mu e of an e t— et c rs , f d f r lari s y s c y mo e e an d u ot e S t u e for it o Con al st all s cts pr ach it, q crip r as b ldly as rad — h Rom S in t on e e it on e t ou t n t o t e t e ish a al carri s h s ly i prac ic .

‘ ’ ‘ f L ib V n 1 1 8 Wi in e ou C . . I. 2 En e P. . th p b ghs . . t ri g a e n e o e ou sh e et oo e e su b u cu u sdam m c rtai d s lat c rt, b k h rs lf, grad j ca i ” n ae t o th e o e on of e n u n e e e sh e oo e e e at , pr j cti a c rtai f r ac , wh r r f d h rs lf n e n m e i h e o n o f Mar u r in ou . I th e m n t t with b ghs a ti , w p g , was ’ r m t e of an d t m e b u ilt for h e a hu ble co tag clay i b r . ‘ ’ Ibid Cou n m . Cf. L ib. VI. 6 . . t Pa a ‘ ’ ‘ 4 . Now on 1 1 9 . Isen t ru dis an d u t . Cf. L ib . VII. C P . G a rad, u en t man e e n t t e of C e t o as a pr d , p rc ivi g hat his discipl hrist wish d e th e e t t of e e t on t u e t o emo e arriv at high s pi ch p rf c i , s di d r v all which h e t ou ou et h er an d t e e o e o e om h er all h ght w ld r ard , h r f r dr v fr t hose of h er fo rm er hou seh old in whom sh e u sed t o solace or d elight e e T u th e o e e e t e n of God of h rs lf. h s h ly pri st d priv d his s rva t all o e t t so th e on n of h er o e en e m t e om e n o n s ci ty, ha c sta cy b di c igh b c k w , ’ n be en t o h er for n n t o G od on e an d occasio might giv cli gi g al . ‘ ’ f b I b o C L i . V . 8 . 1 20 . A e ou . . P. l pr s y Sh e e e of t e e ot é é u e e o e e e are had s v ral h s pr g s, s cc ssiv ly, wh s dis as s oo u t n t o b e e e on om sh e e h mo m e t disg s i g sp cifi d , wh lavish d t e st n ial NOTES 1 67

e All th e ot e o e of h er en e o en e i o u in t e e car s . h r st ri s b v l c wh ch cc r h s t wo e are e t ed D e ri pag s r la by i t ch .

’ f i W w e M t t o e . L b VII. . e e e 1 20 . C . . 7 P. igh y sav h r r ad, mon o e m t e h ow th e o e t of h er e u e t o e ome a gst th r a t rs, bj c s pray rs s d b c e sh e e n so n en e hot t t e n ot on mo e whil was sp aki g i t s ly , hat h y ly s k d, an d n e me e b u t u n th e fin e of t o e wh o ou ed t em arly lt d, b r t g rs h s t ch h ‘ from when ce Dietrich bids u s learn with what an ardou r o f charity sh e u e t o u n wh o ou u t her e t h e flow of o s d b r , w ld dry p wi h h at w rldly ’ m o h e e an d n e t t e o e of e e n . d sir , i fla l v t r ity ’ L n an d e f ib . 122 . C . L V 8 . P . . a ds titl s . 7, ‘ ’ ‘ I 6 . A n d o n 1 23 S n n n oo . Cf. L ib . V . P . . pi i g w l cr ssi g m e for o n e t h e Cou n m e ou t an d Was e e hi s lf w d r, t Pa a cri d said , it v r ’ ” seen to t his day t hat a ki n g s dau ght er shou ld spi n woo l ? All his ’ e e of n o m essage s from h e r fath er (says Dietrich) w r avail . ‘ ’ ‘ 1 27 . To do h er en n e . Cf. L ib . VII. 4 . Now h e P. p a c had e h er e n u t e e omen om om sh e en u e mu plac d with c rtai a s r w , fr wh d r d ch ’ o e on en t for C i e who n h er ppr ssi pati ly hr st s sak , , watchi g rigidly, frequ en tly reporte d h er t o h er master for havin g tran sgresse d h er

o e ien e in n om e n t o t h e oo or e n o t e t o e. b d c givi g s thi g p r, b ggi g h rs giv n d en t u u e sh e o ten e e e m n o om h erm t e A wh h s acc s d f r c iv d a y bl ws fr as r, n omu t t h e u e to t e h er in t h e e sh e e n e t i s ch ha s d s rik fac , which ar s ly ’ e e o en u e t en t in mem o o f th e e of th e d sir d t d r pa i ly ry strip s L ord . ‘ ’ ‘ 2 T sh e e n ot f. L ib. V 1 8 . . C II. 4 . en P. hat dar d Wh h er ’ m o n t m e en Isen t ru dis an d u om n ot e ou n st i i at fri ds , G ta (wh a h r acc t ‘ e c e in e o e m e t o see h er sh e e n ot e d s rib s as gr at p v rty), ca , dar d giv ’ t em n n e en for oo n or t ou e en e u e t em h a ythi g, v f d , , wi h t sp cial lic c , sal t h . ’ . 1 29 To hear t n u s See n in h e u of e P . wi hi . i g t ch rch c rtain mon wh o o e ed o e m e u m u ou t sh e t o ks pr f ss p v rty i ag s s pt sly gil , said ou en - ou of t em You e t e t o e en t mon e ab t tw ty f r h , had b t r hav sp t his y on ou own oo an d o e forw e ou t o e th e e of t e e y r f d cl th s, ght hav r ality h s ” te in ou r e n d an on e m en t on e e u ti u images writ n h arts . A if y i d a b a f l m e e o e h er sh e u e t o e n o n ee of u an m e i ag b f r s d say, I hav d s ch i ag . th e t n t e in m o om I carry hi g i s lf y b s . ‘ ’ I bid. E en on h er b ed. Cf L ib VI. 5 6. v . . ,

‘ ’ ‘ 1 M Her mo . 1 3 mot e o e Cf. L ib . VI. 8 . t e P . y h r r s . h r, ’ ‘ wh o had been l on g ago (when Elizabe th was n i n e years old) miser n th e u n n e e t o h er in h e r e m u on h e ably slai by H garia s , app ar d dr a s p r “ n ee an d M e o e ! for th e on e k s , said, y b l v d child pray ag i s which I ’ u ffe for t ou n E et n e e n e t an d s r ; h ca st. lizab h waki g, pray d ar s ly , in ee a in h er m o e e e t o h er an d t o h er sh e fall g asl p ga , th r app ar d ld that ’ ee an d t El e e ou e e te en e all wh o was fr d, hat izab th s pray rs w ld h r af r b fit 68 NOTES

9 ’ in o e h er O f th e u e o f h er mot e mu e th e e t v k d . ca s s h r s rd r l ss hat is t h e e te bu t t he u en ette th e B o o f n en said b t r, pr d t l r which ish p Gra s t en ke t o o n in t h e on n h er w o t n o back wh as d j i c spiracy agai st is r hy t ice . ‘ Re ina occide e n olite timere bon u m est Si omn es consen tiu n t e o g m r . g ’ T b e e n n r n on con tradice . o ul o e t o e u r ad as a f l c s , as a flat r f sal , h f h accordin g t o t e su ccess o t e plot.

‘ ’ 1 32 An n ou l. D etri mu on t o n t P. . y livi g s i ch has ch his p i , ‘ e e How M t e Con ex e e S n E et in t h e e n h ad d, as r rad rcis d ai t lizab h br aki g f h r A n d o h er e n e to e m o e own will. at last f rbad t ir ly giv al s ; e eon sh e em o e e e in n t n m o wh r pl y d h rs lf washi g lepers an d o h er i fir f lk . In th e m e n time sh e n u n an d n o t ure i a was la g ishi g, i wardly t r d w th ’ emo on of om on ti s c passi . ’ I m ay h ere say that in represen tin g Elizab et h s early deat h as ‘ ’ e e t e o en e t e e e e o th e t u acc l ra d by a br k h ar I hav , I b li v , t ld r th , t ou fin d n o n of n n e Th e h gh I hi t a ythi g of t h e kin d in Di t rich . religiou s pu blic of a petty t own in th e t hirtee n t h cen tu ry ro u n d th e deathbe d of a royal sain t wou ld of cou rse t reasu re u p mo st carefu lly all in ciden ts con n ect ed with h er latter days ; bu t t h ey wou ld hardly record sen timen t s or ex pression s which might s ee m to th eir n ot ion s t o

e o t e in an om h er n t . D et t oo oo n th e d r ga y way fr sai ship i rich, , l ki g at u e m on an d n ot m an ou on e u t m u s bj ct as a k as a , w ld c sid r it j s as ch his du ty t o make h er death - scen e raptu rou s as t o make both h er life om m u ou e om o e t e e en e in th e an d h er t b irac l s . I hav c p s d h s last sc s b elie f that Elizabet h an d all h er compe ers will be recogn ise d as real n t in o o on t e are e t o e een e m en an d sai s , pr p rti as h y f lt hav b r al men wo . ‘ ’ ’ 1 34 . E u t e ee o n e. Th e ex e on are D e P . r c at sw t d ctri pr ssi s i trich s

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‘ ’ ‘ Th e fle Diet h e t en e n e o f i n o sh , says rich, had t d r ss a l vi g b dy, an d was e asily moved hither an d thither at th e will of t hose wh o n e A n d m n u me in th e ou of t e t t o e ha dl d it. a y, s bli val r h ir fai h, r o ff th e hair of h er h ead an d t h e n ails of h er fin gers e ven th e tips of ” h er e et mamillaru m a illae u n t n ta Mon n u of ars, p p , says ra sla bly ta s ’ S e an d e t em e . Th e e e en e e t n t o th e t u e pir ), k pt h as r lics r f r c r la i g pic r s o f h er disciplin es an d th e effect which t hey produ ce d on th e crowd u n u n e o I have fort at ly l st.

‘ ’ . 1 38 . A n d et n o n . Cf . L ib . V . 4 . She P y pai III said, T ou am e ee n o i e e or n an d so t ou t h gh I w ak I f l d s as pai , hr gh hat o e an d n t een n een e e te t mo wh l day ight, as ha h b said, havi g b l va d wi h st o e t on of m n t o God an d n me in t m o h ly aff c i s i d wards , i fla d spirit wi h st n e u e n e an d on e on en t sh e e t e om u bilat divi tt ra c s c v rsati s, at l g h r s d fr j ’ in an d in in n h er e d n n t o ee ee ex e . g , cl i g h a as if falli g i a sw t sl p , pir d

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‘ ’ . 1 39 C n on t on . Cf L ib . V . 1 0 . e in th e P . a isa i . III § If I hav en e een u o f m n on m e in t een last sc b g ilty a s all a achr is , I hav his b of e n Con o f ou e me m e n of E z gu ilty a gr at o e . rad was c rs a pri a s li a ’ ‘ et n on on an d D et an d o wn L e e t o o e b h s ca isati , , as i rich his tt r P p e o h e n t o o e t e an d e e on t h e n ot e o f th e Gr g ry t Ni h sh w, c ll c d, pr ss d ic A o of Main t z t h e m u ou t em en t n e e for t rchbish p , irac l s sta s c ssary hat on ou Bu t h e e t wo e e o e th e u u t on of h er h r . di d y ars b f r act al p blica i e e t o m e t o o n th e ex t can on isation . It app ar d hat by f ll wi g act fac s I mu t e e o e t of th e n t u m on n e t m e o n e s ith r l s sigh fi al ri ph, which c c s y h r i for e e t e m n an d Rom C ten om an d th e e v r wi h G r a y all ish hris d , is v ry m o f h e o e o or e n u m on o o u n t of cu l in at ion t wh l st ry, r li q ish y ly pp rt i y

o n on u e ex t n th e em n n e of t e . d i g C rad j stic , by hibi i g r ai i g sid his charac r m t e e e an d t th e m o t t t hist oric I a afraid hat I hav rr d, hat s s ric o n e u u t th e e t t t effe t t ru t h wou ld have c i cid d, as s al , wi h high s ar is ic c ,

n e o o o t e t h e mo of m oe m u o n while it wou ld o ly hav c rr b ra d ral y p , s pp si g n e Bu t ett e e th e o e t of m own t hat th ere is o . I was f r d by p v r y y ’ m n t on an d do m n u lectoribu s. i agi a i , a s

‘ ’ M n o o f St . M n o . Th e o e o f t h e T I bid. Third i rs rd r hird i rs Fran cis of A ssisi was an in ven t ion o f the co mpreh en sive min d o f t hat ‘ ’ u e man o n e e en e t o t t e t r ly gr at , by which w rldli gs w r abl d par icipa in th e spirit u al advan t ages o f th e Fran ciscan ru le an d disciplin e n m Bu t with ou t n egle ct o r su spe n sion o f t h eir civic a d fa ily d u ties . it was an in stitu t ion t oo en light en ed for it s ag e an d family an d civic NOTES 71

n fo n o e on e ion Th e o e e e ties were desti ed r a far bl r c s crat . rd r was p rs ou e an d all bu t ex te min e th e e ou of th e Re u Mon t d r at d by j al sy g lar ks , l on niv an e W n few e e n ot it eem t ou t c e . , s s, wi h papa ithi a y ars aft r its fou n datio n it n u mbered amon gst its m embe rs th e n oblest k n ights

an d a e o f C r en om St . L ou i of n e mon th e n u m e . l di s h ist d , s Fra c a g b r ‘ ’ 4 1 e h e . Cf. F eu Ec l n nals in An n o 1 233 1 . L o A . P. st fall l ry , . , ‘ Doe tor Con of Mar u r th e n en son o f th e Em e o rad p g , Ki g H ry, p r r m F e e etc . e an A e M en e t o ex m n e e on r d rick, , call d ss bly at ay c a i p rs s e et Am on om th e Cou n of Sa m em n e accu sed as h r ics . g wh t y d a d d a

e t o u m e . As for th e ot e wh o n ot e d lay j stify hi s lf h rs did app ar, n h e o t o o e wh o ou u m n em Co rad gave t cr ss th s w ld take p ar s agai st t h . A t t e e u o e e et e e so te t on h is e u n which h s s pp s d h r ics w r irrita d, hat r t r t e in for him n e Mar u r an d i e him ot e h y lay wait ar p g , k ll d , with br h r Ge of th e o e o f M n o o man Con u e of rard , rd r i rs , a h ly . rad was acc s d e t tion in u men an d of in u n e tra lé eremen t pr cipi a his j dg ts, hav g b r d p g u n e e ex o f e e m n n o e an d n ot n o e m on n u n d r pr t t h r sy, a y bl bl , ks , s , h e em ex e u t e th e me u e an d e n . For t b rgh rs, p asa ts had h c d sa day ’ t t e e e u e t ou o n an e . hat h y w r acc s d , wi h t all wi g y app al ‘ ’ 1 42 Th e e Cf. L ib. V . 1 2 for of th e P . . Kais r. III , a list o h e e en w rt i s pr s t.

‘ ’ ’ 1 43 A Z n i d. Cf. L ib . . 1 . Th e M i n P . . i gar w zar I agic a s m Klin soh r He e en n rodu e No n o n a e was g . has b i t c d by valis i t his n o e of H ein rich Van O terdin en e en th e mou on te v l f g , as pr s t at fa s c st ’ W e e is D e n of th e Min n esin ge rs on th e artb u rg . H r i trich s accou t ‘ ’ T e e e e in t o e in t h e L n e ou t six n t h r w r h s days a dgrav s c r k igh s , “ ” a ile n aru m con fect ores su mmi on - of n o e e t c. et c. c n t bl s, , , s g wrights ’ t h e high est ex cellen ce (either on e of t hem or Kling soh r himself was n en - an h e en u th e au thor of the Nibelu g lied d t e H ld b ch). Now t e e e t en in th e of u n in th e n d i h r dw lt h parts H gary , la wh ch “ ! e t h e Se en C s e e n n o em n o t 3000 is call d v a tl s, a c rtai rich bl a , w r h m e o o e e om his ou in e u arks a y ar, a phil s ph r, practis d fr y th s c lar e u e bu t n e e t e e e n e in t h e en e of Ne om n an d lit rat r , v r h l ss l ar d sci c s cr a cy As on om T m e Klin soh r en for th e n e t o tr y . his ast r g was s t by Pri c u h o n o f t e e n o e Wh o e et een t e t . e o e h e j dg b w s gs h s k igh s af r said , b f r n o u e t o th e L n e tt n on e n in E en in was i tr d c d a dgrav , si i g ight is ach , t h e ou t o f o n oo e e e n e t u on th e a an d c r his l dgi g, l k d v ry ar s ly p st rs, e n e h e e e e an e e Kn o t t n t b i g ask d if had p rc iv d y s cr ts, w hat his igh is o n u e t o th e n of u n wh o sh all be e E e b r a da ght r Ki g H gary, call d lizab th , an d be s n t an d be en t o e t o t h e on of shall a ai , shall giv wif s this n e in t h e me of o e n t th e e t ex u an d be pri c , fa wh s sa c ity all ar h shall lt ” e x t e al d . See — He wh o by Balaam th e wiz ard foretold th e myst e ry o f his 1 72 NOTES

ow n n n tion m e o e o h n me an i car a , hi s lf f r t ld by this wizard t e a d birt h ’ of his o e - n m o en E et . A om on o f f r ch s ha d aid lizab h ( c paris , which B sn a h e nn n a e t o e t o b e n t o e e . am n o g says , hat ca t d y it i l rabl ) I t ou n t o ex n all t n e t o e bu on e n h b d plai s ra g s ri s, t c sid ri g w o an d wh en ce Klin soh r an d th e t th e tre of e o o g was, fact tha aty sp u sals t o k place ‘ ’ t wo m on t e adh u c su en s u e e on e est hs aft rwards, g b ra d sp sat , it is n ot impossibl e t hat Kin g An drew an d his sage vassal m ay have had ome e iou on e ion on th e e n on o f th e u n o n ri n ce s pr v s c v rsat d sti ati b r p ss. ‘ ’ . 1 43. A o e . Cf. L ib . . 9 for o o n P r b II , this st ry , which ‘ D e i o e e T u h er e en t e ot e i tr ch bs rv s, h s did H av ly Fa h r cl h his lily ’ E i e So om on in o ou l n ot do . l zab th , as l all his gl ry c d ‘ h ’ 1 4 4. T e n n e Son . T i t o is t o t n Su rias I car at h s s ry ld, I hi k, by , an d h as een n t o u e t an u on e m n t o f b i r d c d, wi h ill strati by a G r a ar ist t h e e n o e n to mo e n o e o of t sain t high st t , i a d r pr s bi graphy his . (I e m f h me hav e omitt d u ch more o t e sa kin d . )

‘ ’ ’ ‘ S n o m f b 8 I bid t o l . C . L i V . 9 . . ai h d s pa . III 7, , While t o e e th e m e of n m E i e in th e e e e d clar rits his ha d aid l zab th , plac wh r t e A m t G od was t u mu t n t h e h er b ody res d, l igh y h s l iplyi g badges of m e t wo lt e e u in h er e in h er i u e i . e. t v rt s ( iracl s), a ars w r b ilt prais hat e e S e e Ar o of M en e w as con secrat chap l , which whil i gfri d, chbish p ay c , in h e e en t een omm n e in i on th e e g , as had vid ly b c a d d a v si , at pray rs o f t e ou m an m e Con e e o f t h e o of God th e hat d v t ast r rad, pr ach r w rd said preach er c omman ded all wh o had received an y grace o f healin g om t h e me t of E e t o e n ex e o e th e A fr ri s lizab th , app ar t day b f r rch e bishop an d faithfu lly prove t heir assert ion s by wit n esses . Th n t h e Mo o e o e e o t h e N n n m e i i en t st H ly Fath r, P p Gr g ry i th , havi g ad d l g e x m n on of th e m e n m t e t o h im t u n th e me a i ati iracl s tra s i t d , r sti g at sa ’ t me t o m u e an d u en ou n e an d th e o S o en e i at r pr d t c s ls, H ly pirit s pr vid c , o e so o n n emen i o n an d hi s e mon ab v all, rdai i g, his cl cy d sp si g, grac ad ishin e ee t th e B e e E z e t w as t o b e t ten mon g , d cr d hat l ss d li ab h wri a g th e t o u e of th e n t on e n e in e en sh e e oi e ca al g sai s arth , si c h av r j c s as ’ h Bo f L e writt en in t e ok o if .

T en o o ou t e e e e e l h f ll w f r chap rs, h ad d s v ra ly

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Of th e o emn n on i t on o f th e B e ed E e . 9 . s l ca sa i l ss lizab th ‘ f h n on of th e B e e E et an d h ow t h e § 1 0 . O t e t ra slati l ss d lizab h ( ’ corpse wh en ex pos ed diflu sed rou n d a miracu l ou s ‘ 1 f h e e e of th e eo e t o see em e an d § 1 . O t d sir p pl , brac , kiss (says o e e on e th e o n of th e o S t om Dietrich) th s sacr d b s, rga s H ly piri , fr which ’ e fl owed so man y grace s o f san ctit i s . ‘ 1 2 f th e u l me e on wh o e e e en t an d t e . O s b i p rs s w r pr s , h ir ’ o on blati s.

U e t o p to the hillside vin s, and the pastures skir ing the wo d

land, Inland the fl oods came yearly ; and after the waters a o m nster, e of o o th e Br d the slime , like the w rms which are bred fr m

of t h e Nile - slime bank, S e e o see hapel ss, a t rr r to and by night it swam out to the e s award, D o of aily returning to feed with the dawn, and dev ured th e fairest, C o attle , and children, and maids, till the terrified pe ple fled

inland . o e Fasting in sackcl th and ashes th y came, both the king e o and his p ple, C the o o t o o of ame to m untain of aks , the h use the terrible

se a- o g ds, o of old o Hard by the gulf in the r cks, where the w rld wide del u ge Sank t o th e inner abyss ; and the lake where the fish of o the g ddess , o o H ly, undying, abide ; wh m the priests feed daily with

dainties .

T t o - o of here the mystical fish, high thr ned in her chamber

cedar, Burnt th e y the fat of the flock ; till the flame shone far t o

the seaward . Three days fasting th ey prayed : but the fourth day the of o priests the g ddess, C e o e the e o f unning in sp lls, cast lots, to disc v r crim the

p e ople . All o l o e of o day l ng they cast, til the h us the m narch was e tak n, C o f epheus, king of the land and the faces all gathered

blackness. T o o e Cassio oeia hen nce m re th y cast and p was taken ,

D - o o e if of th e o oft - n A o o eep b s m d w e king, wh m far seei g p ll W e - le o the e t he e o atch d well p ased fr m w lkin, fair st f E thiop women ANDROMEDA 1 7 9

e o for o t o l Fairest, sav nly her daughter ; d wn the ank e her tresses

- o e o o t o e o . R lled, blu black as the night, ambr sial , j y b h lders A w u o e o e he r o to e f l and fair she ar s , m st lik in c ming Her , e o o t he o o Queen b f re wh m Imm rtals arise, as she c mes on O lympus, O u t of the of o son He hae to s chamber g ld, which her p s has

wrought her. S in h er th e o of uch stature and eyes, and br ad white light ea her foreh d. S e o h er o th e tat ly she came fr m place, and she sp ke in

midst of the peopl e . ‘ Pure are my hands from blood : most pure this heart

in my b osom . Yet on e fau lt I remembe r this day ; on e word have I sp ok e n ; R on o e e e th e ashly I spoke the sh r , and I dr ad l st sea should

have h e ard it. W i atching my ch ld at her bath, as she plunged in the joy oo of her girlh d, A t er at i ee of Fairer I called her in pride than g , qu n the

ocean . ’ e e for o o e o e . She Judg y if this be my sin, I kn w n n th r ended ; W m o o rapping her head in her antle she sto d, and the pe ple

were sile nt. ‘ A e - e No o o nsw red the dark br wed priests, w rd , nce e spoken, r turneth , S o e x ou r Even if uttered unwitting . hall g ds cuse rash ness T t t he o f ha which is done, that abides and wrath the sea is against u s

of h er o e Su n - od o of Hers, and the wrath br th r, the g , l rd th e sheepfolds . Fairer than her hast tho u b oaste d thy dau ghte r ? Ah o ! e u f lly for hat f l, u are o whose m o Hatef l they to the g ds , , i pi us, liken a o a m rt l, 1 80 ANDROMEDA 1 852

o t o o e u Fair th ugh he be , their gl ry and hat f l is that which

is likened, G e of e o e oo rieving the yes th ir pride , and ab minat , d med to

their anger. W b e t o o ? Th e k o w h o hat shall likened g ds un n wn , deep in the darkness E fo e e ver abide, twy rmed, many”handed terribl , shap less . Woe defiled the eo to the queen , for .the land is , and p ple

accursed .

T th e n - Cas ake her therefore by night, thou ill starred sio oeia p , T th e e oo ake her with us in night, wh n the m n sinks low t o the westward h er o for e for o of Bind al ft a victim, a pr y the g rge the o m nster,

on se a- o e Far the girt r ck, which is washed by the surg s for e ver ; So so the may the goddess accept her, and may land make o at nement , Purged by her bloo d from its sin : so obe y thou the doom ’ of th e rule rs . e o e ou t C Cassio oeia Bitt r in s ul th y went , epheus and p , e o i o Bitt r in s ul and the r hearts whirled r und , as the e l aves in the eddy . W e : i e eak was the queen , and reb lled but the k ng, lik a of eo e shepherd p pl , Willed n ot the land should waste so he yi e lded the life

of his daughter . D of oo low t o eep in the wane the night, as the m n sank t he e w stward , T o o of hey by the shade of the cliffs, with the h rr r darkness o ar und them , S o e e e n ot th e of t l , as ashamed , to a de d which b came light t he e sunshin , S o u th e o in l wly, the priests, and the q een, and virgin b und

the galley. Sl o wly the y rowe d t o the rocks : bu t Ce ph e us far in the palace

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L oving I b ore thee in vain in the fate - curse d bride- bed of C epheus , L o e o e oving I fed thee and tended, and l ving r j ic d in thy

beauty, e e o Blessing thy limbs as I bathed th m, and bl ssing thy l cks as I combed them D e e e : et ecking the , ripening to woman, I bl st the y bless ing I slew thee e o ? 0 e t o t o How hav I sinned, but in l ve sw ar me , swear o thy m ther, N t o o to ever haunt me with curse, as I g the grave in my o o s rr w, C o : o e e o hildless and l ne may the g ds nev r s nd me an ther, t o slay it See e — o n o , I embrac thy knees s ft knees, where babe will be fondle d S t o th e on e n ot wear me never to curse me, hapless , in the ’ - death pang . Weeping she clung t o t he kne es of the maid ; and the maid low answe re d Curse thee Not in the de ath- pang The heart of the

lady was lightened . Slowly she went by th e ledge and the maid was alone in

the darkness . W of th e o die o her own atching the pulse ars d wn, as e e di d with th m,

T e o o - earless, dumb with amaz she st d, as a storm stunned nestling e o o or o o Fall n fr m b ugh fr m eave lies dumb, which the h me goin g he rdsman e cat ches th e of Fancies a ston , till he light its terrified e e y ball. So throu gh t h e long long hours the maid stood helpless o e e and h p l ss,

W e - e e o id y d , d wnward gazing in vain at the black blank

darkn e ss.

Feebly at last she began, while wild thoughts bubbled within h er r852 ANDROMEDA 1 83

‘ G : ? Are o uiltless I am why thus, then gods m re ruth less than mortals ? Have they n o mercy for youth ? n o love for the sou l s w ho have loved them ? E sea ven as I loved thee, dread , as I played by thy

margin, e Blessing thy wave as it cooled me, thy wind as it br athed on o my f rehead , i m to e e t o Bow ng y head thy temp st, and op ning my heart

thy children, S e e of ilvery fish, wreath d shell, and the strang lithe things

the water, Te e on nderly casting them back, as th y gasped the beach

in the sunshine, Home t o their mother— in vain for mine sits childless in anguish ! 0 false sea ! false sea ! I dreamed what I dream ed o f thy goodness D the reamed of a smile in thy gleam, of a laugh in plash of thy ripple e ou r e o False and d v ing thou art, and the gr at w rld dark ’ and despiteful . Awed by her ow n rash words sh e was still and her eyes t o the seaward L for of : off of ooked an answer wrath far , in the heart the e darkn ss , Bright white mists rose slowly b eneath them the wander in g o cean Glimme red and glowed t o the deepest abyss and the kne es of the maiden T rembled and sank in her fear, as afar, like a dawn in the

midnight, Rose from their seaweed chamber the choir of the mystical

- sea maids . O o u nward t ward her they came, and her heart beat lo d at e o th ir c ming, W th e o f o e f atching bliss the g ds, as they waken d the clif s

with their laughter. 1 84 ANDROMEDA 1 852

O e in o o e nward they cam their j y, and bef re th m the roll of th e surges S e o o o ank, as the breeze sank d ad, int smo th green f am fle cked marble, A of f o f wed and the crags the clif , and the pines the m ountain were silent . O e e e nward th y came in th ir joy, and around th m the

of t h e - lamps sea nymphs , M e yriad fiery globes, swam panting and h aving and rain b ows C i o z e o r ms n and a ure and emerald, wer br ken in star o sh wers , lighting

’ o t he e - e of l Far thr ugh win dark d pths the crysta , the of Nereu s gardens ,

C an d - o of oral sea fan and tangle, the bl oms and the palms

the o cean . O e o o nward they came in th ir j y, m re white than the o e e f am which th y scatter d , L i aughing and singing, and tossing and twining, wh le eager, the Trito n s o Blinded with kisses their eyes, unrepr ved, and above them in wo rship e s Hovered the t rns, and the seagulls swept pa t them on sil ve ry pinio ns Echoing so ftly their laughter around them the wantoning dolphins of th e e Sighed as they plunged , full love ; and gr at sea horses which b ore the m Curved up their crests in the ir pride t o the de licate arms of the e maid ns, P r u n awing the spray into gems, till a fie y rainfall,

harming , of Sparkled and gleamed on the limbs the nymphs , and

the c oils of th e mermen . e o Onward th y went in their j y, bathed round with the e oo e fi ry c ln ss, oo - : Needing nor sun nor m n , self lighted, immortal but

others,

Wh n ot ? Do o y me, then, more hapless by far es y ur sight and your knowledge En d with the marge of the waves ? Is the world which ye dwell in n ot ou r world

Over the mountain al oft ran a rush and a roll and a roaring D e ownward the br eze came indignant, and leapt with a b owl t o the water, o R aring in cranny and crag, till the pillars and clefts of t he basalt

od- e Rang like a g swept lyr , and her brain grew mad with the noise s C of o of rashing and lapping waters, and sighing and t ssing

e - e w ed b ds, G r of o u gle and whisper and hiss the f am, while thundering surges

- Boomed in the wave worn halls, as they champed at the o f ro ts o the mountain . Hour after h o ur in the darkness the wind rushed fierce t o th e landward, D th e m e renching aid n with spray ; she shivering, weary oo and dr ping,

S oo of o - t d with her heart full thoughts , till the f am crests e e gl am d in the twilight, L n o re d eapi g and laughing ar und, and the east grew with th e dawning. Then on th e ridge of the hills rose the broad bright o sun in his gl ry, Hurling his arrows abroad on the glittering crests of the e surg s, G o o o of oo o of ilding the s ft r und b soms w d, and the d wns the c oastland ;

Gi th e o - e of lding weeds at her feet, and the f am lac d teeth

the ledges, Showing the maide n h er home through th e veil of h er o d locks, as they fl ate 1 852 ANDROMEDA 1 87

G i e S o t o l st ning , damp with the pray, in a long black cl ud w the land ard . High in the far- off glens ro se thin blue curls from the h ome ste ads S low of o f o oftly the the herds, and the pipe the utgoing

herdsman , S t o car t he e e her o lid her on wat r, and melt d heart int

weeping . Sh t o o uddering , she tried f rget them ; and straining her e t o th e yes seaward, W o t o atched for her do m, as she wailed, but in vain, the

- terrible Su n g od. ‘ Do o n ot me Su n o st th u pity , , th ugh thy wild dark sister be ruthle ss Do o n ot o o st th u pity me here, as th u seest me des late , e w ary, S o o ickened with shame and despair, like a kid t rn y ung f rom its m other ? W u e : hat if my beauty ins lt the , then blight it but me Oh spare me S be n e ! pare me yet, ere he here, fierce, teari g, unbearabl Se e m e , See how o See me , tender and s ft, and thus helpless how

I shudder,

o oo . W Fancying nly my d m ilt thou shine thus bright, when it takes me ? Are n o Su n ? No e there deaths save this, great fi ry o arr w,

L or e - o ? Wh ? W ightning, de p m uthed wave y thus hat in e music shri king, ’ Pleasure in warm live limbs torn sl owly ? A n d dar st thou behold the m ! Oh o e e All , th u hast watched worse d ds sights are alike t o thy brightne ss W o e t o o o o hat if th u wak n the birds their s ng, d st th u waken n o sorrow ; Wak e n n o sick t o their pain n o captive t o wrench at his fe tters ? ANDROMEDA

S e o n t h e o on e w h o mil garden and f ld , and maid ns sing at t he milking o e e of Flash int tapestried chamb rs , and peep in the yelids o l vers , S — Do o e e howing the blissful their bliss st l v , th n, the place where thou smile st L o e aflam e o th e of ovest th u citi s , fierce bl ws, and shrieks the widow ?

L o o or - o e vest th u c pse strewn fields, as th u light st the path of th e vulture ? L o th an e o azest so on e vest th se, that th u g gay my t ars, ’ o and my m ther s, L o o o f on e t he of aughing alike at the h rr r , and bliss another ? W o o th for o the hat d st th u care, in y sky, the j ys and s orrows of m ortals Colde r art thou than the nymphs in thy broad bright eye

is n o seeing. Hadst tho u a s oul— as much soul as the slaves in the h o use of my father, Wo o n ot ? Poo l ! h e e uldst th u save r thral s t y piti d me, to clung me weeping, K e e — \Vhat are o o e issing my hands and my f t , g ds m r ruthless than mortals ? Wo rs e than the souls which they rule ? L et me die : the y war n ot with ashes S e as e : i e udd n she ce ed, with a shri k in the spray, l k a

o o - bow h vering f am ,

o o - b ow bo t he oo o f Hung, m re fair than the f am , a y in bl m oo his manh d, Go o e o o e lden haired, iv ry limb d, ambr sial v r his shoulde r Hung for a veil of his b e auty the gold- fringe d folds of t he

o - g at skin, n th e of e su n e e on Beari g brass his shi ld, as the flash d cl ar

its clearness. on o e the Curved his thigh lay a falchi n , and und r gleam of hi s helmet

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e e e for e e Ready prepar d at th ir fe t ; r quiring a littl , the rule rs Pa t h e o n o who y back l an te f ld to the man , careless of e e pl asur ,

T t- for o o o e o on hirs ing h n ur and t il, far s f rth a perilous errand L ed u i of o o by the g ding g ds, and str ng in the strength of

Immortals . T t o : o o hus have they led me thee fr m afar, unkn wing, I

marked thee, S o - hi o on - ll hining, a sn w w te cr ss the dark green wa s of th e sea- cliff e e e e e o of Carven in marbl I d em d the , a p rfect w rk the

craftsman .

L e of A or - e u C thereia iken ss mphitrite, far fam d Q een y . C ou e h ow e e e uri s I cam , till I saw thy tress s str am d in the

- sea wind, G e o o list ning, black as the night, and thy lips m ved sl w in

thy wailing. Sp e ak again n ow — Oh sp e ak ! For my soul is stirre d to ave n ge thee Te m e o o e ou law o ll what barbar us h rd , with t , unrighte us e e and h artl ss, t o o t o m en o Hateful g ds and , thus have b und thee, a t o u n shame the s lioght, t o o n w Sc orn an d prize the sail r . but my prize o ; for a o c ward, e h e w ho so n o Co ward and shameless w re , findi g a gl rious jewel n e oo o n ot Cast o the waysid by f ls, w uld win it and keep e a it and w r it, Even as I will thee ; for I swear by the head of my

father, - e t o e Ar o B e aring th e e o ver the sea wav , wed th e in g s the u u fr itf l, u e of o n o Beautif l, me d my t il less than this head which I

carry, — Hidd en here fearful Oh speak 1 852 ANDROMEDA 1 91

th e u But maid, still d mb with amazement, W o o e n o e atered her b s m with w epi g, and l ng d for her o o h me and her m ther . oo i off Beautiful, eager, he w ed her, and k ssed her tears as o e e he h v r d , of Roving at will, as a bee, on the brows a rock nymph

haunted , G r o a landed ver with vine, and acanthus, and clambering o r ses, Co o ol in the fierce still no n , where streams glance clear in m ossbeds the , on o o o o i Hums fr m bl ss m to bloss m, and m ngles the sweets

as he tastes th e m . i h er Beautiful , eager, he k ssed her, and clasped yet closer o and cl ser, Praying h er still t o speak Not cru el n or rough did my mothe r Bear me t o bro ad - bre wed Zeus in the depths of the brass covered dunge on N i either in vain, as I th nk , have I talked with the cunning of e e H rm s,

f o - P Face unto ace, as a friend or fr m gray eyed allas Athene L a f t o e rnt what is fit, and respecting mysel , respect in my dealings Those whom the gods should l ove ; so fear not ; t o chaste espousals O w oo e e nly I the , and swear, that a qu en , and alone with ou t rival m e o e A o o of By th u sitt st in rg s of Hellas, thr ne my

fathers , Worshipped by fair- haired kings : why callest th ou still on thy mothe r ? Why did she l e ave thee thus here ? For no fo eman has bound thee n o fo eman W o of o o inning with str kes the sw rd such a prize, w uld so ’ e leav it behind him . ANDROMEDA

o e o i - i i Just as at first s m c lt, w ld eyed, with qu vering nostr l, P e of r o of lung s in fear the cu b, and the fluttering r bes the rid e r ; S o o o t o the of o n, gr wn b ld by despair, submits will his e mast r , T e t he of amer and tam r each hour, and at last, in pride o bedience, A nswers the heel with a curvet, and arches his neck to be o f ndled , Cowed by the need that maid grew tame while the hero indignant T the to o ore at fetters which held her the brass, cunningly

tempered, o e bo Held to the r ck by the nails, deep w dged till the y, e red with ang r, D o o o of rew fr m his iv ry thigh, keen flashing, a falchi n diamond Now le t the work of the smith try strength with the arms of Immortals

z - o ff Da zling it fell and the blade, as the vine h ok shears o

t he - o vine b ugh , e o t he of her Carv d thr ugh strength the brass, till arms fell o u s oft on his sh lder . Once she essayed t o escape but the ring of the water was o r und her, Round h er the ring of his arms ; and despairing she sank

on his bosom . T t oo e hen, like a fawn when star led, she l ked with a shri k

to t he seaward . To m e n ot r ! For uch , w etch that I am accursed , a

shame and a hissing,

f sea- n o e o d . Guiltless, accurst less , I await the r venge the go s o Ah o L e t m e e e e ! Yonder it c mes g p rish uns en, if I p rish me of n e Spare the shame thi e ey s, when merciless fangs must tear me Pieceme al ! Enough to endure by myself in the light of t h e sunshine G i e u ltless, the d ath of a kid

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C o areless, with dances and s ngs , till the glens rang loud t o ou r u e la ght r. Too full of death the sad earth is already the halls full of

weepers, u o ff the o e on Q arried by t mbs all cli s, and b nes gleam whit

- floor the sea , N e who on umberless, gnawn by the h rds attend the pitiless

- o sea g ds, E o o e e ven as mine will be s on and yet n bl it se ms to me ,

dying , G i o t o th e m of e iving my l fe for a pe ple, to save ar s th ir love rs M for e o f aidens and youths a while thee, fair st all , shall I slay thee ? Add n ot t o th e thy bones many , thus angering idly the dread ones ’ E i or t he - e e e o ither the monster w ll crush, sea qu n s s lf ver ee whelm th , V o e engeful , in tempest and f am, and the thund ring walls f h o t e surges . Why wilt t h en follow m e d own ? can w e l o ve in the black blank darkness L e e ove in the realms of the d ad, in the land wh re all is forgotten Wh i o o ? o on o y w lt thou foll w me d wn is it j y, the des late o z o es , M t o o e of eagre flit, gray gh sts in the d pths the gray salt water ? u ! o o f Beautif l why wilt th u die, and defraud fair girls thy manh ood ? S o n e e o o f the urely waits for th e l nging, afar in the isles o cean . Go thy way ; I mi ne for the gods grudge ple asure t o ’ o m rtals . h er me an o Sobbing she ended , as her neck, like a st rm

bent lily, e of w oe Droop d with the weight her , and her limbs sank,

weary with watching, 1 852 ANDROMEDA 1 95

So t on - o : f the hard ledged r ck but the boy, with his eye on the o m nster, C h er o e od u v lasped , and sto d, lik a g ; and his lips c r ed proud as he answered ‘ Great are the pitile ss sea- gods : but greater the L ords of Olympus

G E - reater the gis wielder, and greater is she who attends

him.

C e - e the o o of l ar yed Justice her name is, c unsellor, l ved A thene

o f o w h o i n - of i Helper her es, dare, the god given might the r o manh od, G t o do t o de ten s reatly and su r, and far in the and the forests

S of - bre e d mite the devourers men, Heaven hated, of the

giants, T o e ou o wyf rmed, strang , with t like , who bey not the golden

haired Rulers . V e ainly r belling they rage , till they die by the swords of th e oe her s, Even as this must die ; for I burn with the wrath of my

father, W n A o . anderi g, led by thene and dare whats ever betides me L ed by A thene I w on from the gray- haired terrible sisters S e e ecrets hidd n from men , when I found th m asleep on the

- sand hills, K te e th eeping their eye and their , till they showed me the perilous pathway O e o e to G v r the waterless c an , the valley that led the orgon . to o M o o Her I slew in my craft, edusa, the beautiful h rr r T A h er aught by thene I slew her, and saw not herself, but i e mag , W i of o atch ng the mirror brass, in the shield which a g ddess e had l nt me .

C - thre at leaving her brass scaled , as she lay with her adders o ar und her, off folds of Fearless I bore her head, in the the mystical goat-skin 1 96 ANDROMEDA 1 852

e of A 1 a e of t he E - e Hid malthe , fair nurs gis wield r. t o t h e o e t o foe Hither I bear it, a gift g ds , and a d ath my

men , Fre ezing t he s e e r t o ston e ; t o hide thine eye s from the o h rro r. ’ K o e o iss me but nc , and I g .

Th i e e sea- en l ftn her n ck, lik a bird Pe e e o th e o - e o f ring up ov r the wave, fr m f am whit swells h er o m b so , him : on o Blushing she kissed afar, the topm st Idalian summit

L e o of h er e - e e augh d in the j y h art, far s eing, the que n

A phrodite . L o o o h e fle w sing his arms fr m her waist upward, await

- ing the sea beast . O o o an d nward it came fr m the s uthward, as bulky black e as a gall y, L o o th e fled e o e azily c asting al ng, as fish l aping bef r it ; L z e th e e an d a ily br asting rippl , watching by sandbar and

headland, L e for e of e or o of ist ning laught r maid ns at bleaching, s ng

the fisher, C e o n th e e e o r e e on hildr n at play p bbl s , cattl that paw d

- the sand hills . o r e e e e e e R lling and d ipping it cam , wh r b dd d in glist ning purple Cold on th e cold se a- wee ds lay t h e long white sides o f the

maiden, T e h er e h er h er o on r mbling, fac in hands, and tresses afl at

the water. A s o e o - e o o when an spr y al ft, dark yebr wed, r yally

crested, o n an d o e o of Flags by creek by c v , and in sc rn the anger of Ne re us of t he o e h e se e o n e Ranges, the king sh r ; if a glitt ring o shall w, C t he l the o f o i hasing bass and the mu let, fin a wall w ng o d lphin,

ANDROMEDA

‘ S o o e o of th e rE is eest th u y nd r thy pupil, th u maid g wie lde r ? e o t o o e e How he has turned hims lf wh lly l ve , and car ss s a

damsel, D n o of o or or P reaming longer hon ur, danger, allas A thene ? Sw e so eeter, it s ems, to the young my gifts are yield me the stripling ;

Yield him me now, lest he die in his prime, like hapless A ’ donis . S Trit on id miling she answered in turn, that chaste Athene ‘ D o th e e o o f ear unt me, no less than to thee, is w dl ck hero es ; D w ho e n ot o ear, can worthily win him a wif unw rthy and o n ble , P e of ure with the pure to beget brave childr n, the like e their fath r. w h o t o e oe w ho e Happy, thus stands linked the h r s wer , and w ho shall be e o n ot of for Girdl d with h liest awe, sparing self ; his m other Watches his steps with the eyes of the gods and his wife and his children Move him t o plan and to do in the farm and the camp and

the c ouncil . T e o w eal o w o e o w oe e henc c mes to a nati n but up n , wh n the p e ople M o w rll n ot ingle in l ve at their , like the brutes, heeding ’ the future. T m o - o hen fro her g ld strung loom, where she wr ught in h o f her c amber cedar, Awful and fair she arose ; and she went by the glens of Olympus W th e e u f e ent by isles of the sea, and the wind n ver r fl d her mantle

W C the - e ee of ent by the water of rete, and black beak d fl ts the Phoen ics 1 852 ANDROMEDA 1 99

Came to the sea- girt ro ck which is washed by the surges for ever, of o for t o of Bearing the wealth the g ds, a gift the bride a

he re .

T A n drom den P e i Im here she met e and ers a, shaped l ke m ortals ; S h er i olemn and sweet was sm le , while their hearts beat loud at her coming ; S e olemn and sweet was her smile , as she spok to the pair

in her wisdom . ‘ T o u wh o hree things h ld we, the R lers , sit by the o O f unts of lympus, W o o e o isd m, and pr wess, and beauty ; and fre ly we p ur them on mortals P e ou r leas d at image in man, as a father at his in his

children . O n e t o : e o n u thing only we grudge mankind wh n a her ,

thankful, ' of stifln ecked o Boasts our gifts as his own, , and dishon urs

the givers , T A é urning ou r we apons against us . Him t follows avenging

S - lowly she tracks him and sure, as a lyme hound ; sudden

she grips him , C i him for o o rush ng , blind in his pride, a sign and a terr r t o f lly. T of his we avenge, as is fit ; in all else never weary

giving. C o s ome, then, damsel, and kn w if the gods grudge plea ure t ’ o o . . m rtals L o o oo ving and gentle she sp ke but the maid st d in awe, as the goddess P o e h er e an d e h er laited with s ft swift fing r tr sses, d cked in

jewels, Armle t and anklet and earbell ; and ove r her shou lders a

necklace, e o of f Heavy, namelled, the fl wer the gold and the brass o ou the m ntain . o cean Ne e e o o o r id, sir n, and trit n, and d lphin, and arr wy fishes

G o - o n t h e flame - red o of littering r und, many hued , f lds the

mantle . p

sh e o e t oo o e e - e In it w v , , a t wn wh r gray hair d kings sat in judgment S e e o ceptr in hand in the mark t they sat, d ing right by the

people,

' W : W u e - e ise hile above watched J stice, and n ar, far s eing o Ap llo . Round it sh e wove for a fringe all h e rbs of the e arth and e the wat r,

V e o - e e o e iol t, asph del , ivy, and vine l av s, r s s and lilies,

Co - oo t he f ral and sea fan and tangle, the bl ms and palms o the oc e an Now o O sh e here o e of fr m lympus it, a d w r to the bride a

here . Over the limbs of th e damsel she wrapt it : the maid still e e tr mbl d, Shading her face with her hands ; for the e yes of the e f go ddess wer aw ul. T e o o o hen, as a pin up n Ida when s uthwest winds bl w w land ard, e e e on Stat ly she b nt to the dams l, and breathed her under h er bre athing

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e P o of Hand within hand, while cl ar piped h ebe, queen

the woodlands . All day l ong they rej oiced but Athene still in her chamber o oo o t o Bent herself ver her l m, as the stars rang l ud her

singing, C of o of o e of hanting rder and right, and f resight, ward n nati ons ; C of o o hanting lab ur and craft, and of wealth in the p rt and the garner ; C of ou r wh o hanting val and fame, and the man can fall o o with the f rem st, for e e th e Fighting childr n and wif , and field which his

father b e que athe d him . S o e sh e e n e w e o weetly and s l mnly sang , and plann d l ss ns for m ortals w h o e o A Happy, h aring bey her, the wise unsullied thene.

L EY 1 8 2. EVERS , 5

20 6 HYPOTHESES HYPOCHONDRIACE 1 835

A n d oo - a o g dly streams reed cl d, and mead ws green A n d leaves behin d th e drear re ality Of e e e e ! shad l ss, sam , yet verchanging sand An d when t he su llen cl ouds ro se thick on high Mountains on m ountains rolling— and dark mist

W l ou t he - o o rapped itse f r nd hill t ps like a shr ud , When on her grave swe pt by the m e an in g wind — Bending th e h e ather- b ells then would I c ome A n d h er o watch by , in silent l neliness, An d smile upo n the storm— as knowing well ’ The o lightning s flash w uld surely turn aside, Nor o o e e e mar the l wly m und, wh re p aceful sl eps All that gave life and love t o on e fond h e art ! I talk of things that are n ot ; and if praye rs i e o e By night and day ava l d fr m my w ak lips, T o be o hen sh uld they never till I was g ne, B m o e o e o t o o . ef r the friends I l ved, y l ng h m ’ 0 me e er too u pardon , if I say m ch ; my mind To o o e e r ft n strang ly tu ns to ribald mirth, As though I had n o d o ubt n or hop e beyond Dr bro oding m e lanch oly cl oys my soul W o of of ith th ughts days misspent, wasted time

A n d bitter feelings swallowe d up in jests . ’ Then strange and fearfu l thoughts flit o er my brain e e o e e e By indistinctn ss mad m r t rribl , An d incubi m o ck at me with fierce eyes U o : on pon my c uch and visi s , crude and dire, Of o of l e i planets, suns, milli ns mi s, infin ty, S o e o pace, time , th ught, b ing, blank n nentity, Th o e of ings incorp real , fanci s the brain, S e een, heard, as though they wer material , All x o e mi ed in sickening mazes, tr ubl me, A n d le ad my soul away from earth and heave n Until I doubt wh e ther I be or not see all u e — o An d then I frightf l shap s lank gh sts, e of Hydras , chimeras, krak ns, wastes sand, Herbless and void of living voice— tall m ountains m Cleav ing the skies with height i measurable, HYPOTHESES HYPOCHONDRIACE 2 07

On which perchance I climb for infinite ye ars broad e s as, S e e tudded with islands numb rl ss, that stretch o th e e o o f Bey nd r gi ns the sun, and fade A in or e o way distance vast, dr ary cl uds , Co e e e e for ! ld, dark, and wat ry, wh r wand r I ever O r o f for space ether, where I hang aye A o — o m speck , an at m inc nsu able o o o e o ! Imm rtal , h peless, v icel ss, p werless An d oft old I fancy, I am weak and A n d w h o o e m e on e o n e are e all l v d , by , d ad , An d I am left alone— and cannot die Surely there is n o rest on earth for souls ’ Who se dreams are like a madman s ! I am young A n d much rs yet b e fore me— after years May bring peace with them to my weary heart !

H EL STON, 1835 . TREHIL L WEL L

THERE stood a low and ivie d roo f A s gazing rustics tell , I n time s of chivalry and song ’ e th e Ycl pt holy well .

’ Above the ivies branchle ts gray In glistening clusters sh on e While rou nd the bas e the grass - blades bright d x A n spiry fo glove sprung.

Th e e brambles clung in grac ful bands, Chequering th e old gray stone W e e o ith shining l afl ts, wh se bright face ’ In autumn s tinting shone .

’ Around t h e fountain s eastern base A oo e babbling br kl t sped , With sleepy murmur purling s oft

A down its gravelly bed .

Within th e c ell t h e filmy fe rns To w oo the cle ar wave bent A n d cu shi one d moss e s t o t he sto ne T e e e h ir quaint mbroid ry lent .

’ The fou ntain s face lay still as glass Save where the streamle t fre e ’ A cro ss the basin s gnarled lip Flaw e d e n ever sil tly .

IN AN IL L UMINATED MISSA L

IN AN IL L UMINATED MISSAL I

I WOU L D have loved : there are n o mate s in h e aven I would be great : there is n o pride in heave n t he e I would have sung , as doth nightingal ’ The n e moon é e summer s ight ben ath the pal , B ‘ u t Sainte s hymnes al one in heave n prevail. M o e o l i y l v , my s ng, my ski l, my h gh intent, Have I within this se ely b ook y - pent A n d all that beauty which fro m eve ry part

I treasured still alway within mine heart, W of o or n e ] hether f rm face a g lica , Or or o or o herb fl wer, l fty cathedral , o e o o - Up n thes sheets bel w d th lie y spred , e e z In quaint devic s d ftly bla oned . L o e f rd, in this tome to the I sancti y o The sinful fruits f worldly fantasy .

1 L n e u o e t o be ou n tt en in an u min ed mi i s s pp s d f d wri ill at ssal . 1 840 THE WEIRD L ADY 21 1

THE WEIRD L ADY

THE o o E swevens came up r und Har ld the arl, L ike motes in th e su n n és beam A n d o oo the We L ver him st d ird ady, h er e e se a In charmed castl ov r the , ‘L i ’ Sang e thou still and dream .

‘ Th e e E o y st d is dead in his stall, arl Har ld, Since thou hast b ee n with me Th e e rust has eaten thy harn ss bright, An d e e e o the rats hav at n thy greyh und light, ’ T ee hat was so fair and fr .

Mary Mother sh e stooped fro m h e aven ; She E o u t wakened arl Harold of his sweven, To do n his harne ss on A n d o ver the land and o ve r the sea e o o u He w nded abr ad to his own c ntrie, A t weary way o ge n.

0 heard e w e ld but his was whit ith , 0 but his hair was gray ; e on o o He stumbl d by st ck and st ne , A n d as he j ourn eyed he made his moan A o l ng that weary way .

Earl Harold came to his castl e wall The gate was burnt with fire o o e ow R f and rafter w re fallen d n, The o e the t f lk wer strangers all in own, e An d strang rs all in the shire . THE WEIRD L ADY

Earl Harold came t o a house of nuns A n d he heard the dead- bell toll He saw the sex ton stand by a grave ‘ Now C e hrist hav mercy, who did us save , ’ ’ U o f o p n yon air nun s s ul .

The nuns they came from the c onvent gate on e tw o By , by , by three They sang for the soul of a lady bright Who died for the love of a traitor knight ow n It was his lady .

He stayed the corpse beside the grave ‘A ’ ! . sign, a sign quod he ‘ M Mo w ho ary ther rulest heaven, Send me a sign if I be forgiven ’ the o m e By woman who so l ved .

A white dove out o f the coffin flew ; ’ Earl Harold s mouth it kist on o o He fell his face, wherever he st d A n d the white dove carrie d his s oul t o God Or e e e ev r the b ar rs wist.

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o e o n ot e . Far thr ugh anoth r w rld, which is thin T hrough sunless cities , and the weary haunts

O f o e - ou l sm k grimed labour, and f revelry A ’ My flagging wing has swept . mateless bird s M has o y pilgrimage been through sin, and d ubt, h e ! An d o . O N darkness , seeking l ve hear me, atur Receive me once again : but not alone No o o G Mo e o m re al ne, reat ther I hav br ught

On e w h o w an dered et n ot . has , , y sinned , like me U pon thy lap , twin children, let us lie A n d in the light of thin e immortal eye s L et o e Th e e our s uls mingl , till Fath r calls

To some eternal home the charge He gives thee .

CA MBR D E 1 8 41 I G , . HOPE 2 15

A HOPE

TW N o e e ea I stars , al ft in th r cl r, A u e o o ro nd ach ther r ll alway, 1Vithin on e commo n atmosph e re w n u an d Of th eir o mut al light day .

A n d myriad happy eyes are bent Upo n th e ir changeless love alw ay A s on e e , strengthened by their int nt, T o o of fe hey p ur the fl od li and day.

’ So w e throu gh this world s waning night Ma ou r y , hand in hand, pursue way S e o o e h d r und us order, l v , and light, n d o th e A shine unt perfect day. 2 1 6 THE POETRY OF A ROOT CROP

THE POETRY OF A ROOT CROP

UNDERNEATH their cider - robe e o Russet swed and g lden globe, e o u ow F athered carr t, b rr ing deep , Steadfast wait in charmed sleep

T - o reasure h uses wherein lie, ’ L o cked by angels alchemy, M o o ilk and hair, and bl od, and b ne , Children of the barren stone C of th e Air hildren flaming , W e e ith his blue y keen and bare, Spirit- peopled smiling down O n frozen field and toiling town Toiling town that will n ot heed God His voice for rage and greed z Fro en fields that surpliced lie, Gazing patient at the sky L e e ik some marble carv n nun , W o e e o o e ith f ld d hands wh n w rk is d n , Who o o mute upo n her t mb d th pray, T ill the resurrection day.

EVER L Y 1 4 S E , 8 5.

2 1 8 A IRL Y BEACON

AIRL Y BEACON

A RL Y B o A e o I eac n , irly B ac n Oh the pleasant sight to se e S o A e o hires and towns fr m irly B ac n , While my l ove climbe d u p t o me

Ai on A e o rly Beac , irly B ac n Oh t he happy hou rs we lay De e e on A o p in f rn irly Beac n, ’ Courting through t he summer s day !

Ai o A e o rly Beac n , irly B ac n Oh for me the weary haunt , All o e on A on al n irly Beac , With his baby on my kn ee SAPPHO 2 1 9

SAPPHO

SHE lay among the myrtles on the cliff ;

A h er e o the . bove glar d the no n beneath, sea ’ Upon the white h orizon A th o s p e ak We ltered in burning haze all airs were dead ’ Th e cical e slept among the tamarisk s hair ; e Th e birds sat d u mb and drooping . Far b low The lazy sea-wee d gliste ne d in the sun The lazy se a- fo wl drie d their ste aming wi n gs The e e w u th e e e lazy sw ll cr pt hispering p l dg , A n d G e Pan w as t o e sank again . r at laid r st ; A n d Mo E e he ther arth watch d by him as slept,

A n d hushed her myriad childre n for a while . She lay among the myrtl e s on th e cliff ; A n d e for e e for e o n ot sigh d sl p, sle p that w uld hear, But left her tossing still ; for night and day A e he r mighty hunger yearn d within heart, T e e h er ill all her v ins ran f ver and cheek ,

Her o o - e e l ng thin hands, and iv ry chann ll d feet, We re waste d with the wasting o f he r sou l . T on hen peevishly she flung her her face, A n d her o th e n hid eyeballs fr m bli ding glare, An d e oo fingered at the grass , and tri d to c l Her crisp hot lips against t h e crisp h ot sward A n d e she u e th n raised her head , and pward ast W oo o o e e o ild l ks fr m h mel ss yes, wh se liquid light

G e ou t e e e o of e - l amed b twe n d ep f lds blu black hair, As gle am twin lakes b e twe en the purple peaks Of e P s oo . d ep arnassu , at the mournful m n 220 SAPPHO

h . S e Beside her lay her lyre snatched the shell , A n d waked wild music from its silver strings T ! ’ o b . Ah hen t ssed it sadly y , hush she cries ‘ Dead offspring of t he tortoise and the mine Why m ock my discords with thin e harmonies ? A o - le t lth ugh a thrice Olympian be thine , Only to echo back in e very tone Th e mo ods of nobl er natures than

VER L EY 1 4 E S , 8 7.

om Fr Yeast.

‘ A e C E labour r in hristian ngland , ’ W e of S o e here th y cant a avi ur s nam , ’ ’ A n d yet waste men s lives like the vermi n s

For a few more brace of game .

’ T e o on o o h re s blo d y ur new f reign shrubs, ’ ’ There s bloo d on yo ur pointer s fe e t ’ Th oo o n e ou e ere s bl d the gam y sell, squir , ’ e oo A n d ther s bl d on the game you eat .

Yo u th e - u have sold labouring man, sq ire , o o e B dy and s ul to sham , To for o o e pay y ur seat in the H us , squire, A n d t o th e of e pay for feed yo ur gam .

‘ You e o e o r e mad him a p ach r y u s lf, squire, ’ W e o e o n or e h n y u d giv neither w rk m at, A n d yo ur barl e y - fed hare s robb e d th e garde n ’ A t our starving children s fee t

W e e on e e h n, pack d in reeking chamb r, Man o e o e , maid, m th r, and little n s lay

W t h e t o n o e - hile rain pat ered in the r tting brid bed ,

A n d the walls let in the day .

When we lay in the burning fever O n the o oo the mud of c ld clay fl r, T l ou e for o e i l y part d us all three m nths , squir , o A t the dre ary workhouse do r .

We l e e o e ? quarre led lik brut s, and who w nd rs

W e - e e o w e e hat s lf r sp ct c uld ke p, Wo o e o o o rse h us d than y ur hacks and y ur p inters, Worse fed than your hogs and you r sh e ep ?

Ou r daughters with bas e - born babies e Have wandered away in th ir shame , e e e e If yo ur miss s had slept, squir , wher th y did, t e Your misses might do h same . 1 847 THE BAD SQUIRE 223

‘ Can your lady patch hearts that are breaking W u of o ith handf ls c als and rice, O r by dealing ou t flanne l and shee ting A little below c ost price ?

‘ e . Yo o u may tire of the jail and the w rkhous , An d t o o oo take all tments and sch ls, ’ But you ve ru n up a debt that will never

- Be paid us by penny club rules .

‘ e o of e In the s as n sham and sadness, t he e In dark and dr ary day, W o o hen scr fula, g ut, and madness A re eating your race away

‘ Whe n t o kennels and liveried varlets ’ You e s o hav ca t y ur daughter s bread, A n d o ou t o o , w rn with liqu r and harl ts , Yo ur heir at your fe et lies dead

W o ou - e o hen y ur y ngest, the mealy mouth d rect r, L ou o rot a e e t o th e ets y r s ul sl p grave, You will find in your God the pro tecto r Of ’ the freeman you fancied your slave .

She looked at t he of clov e rp vtuft A n d wept till her heart grew light An d e o o at last, wh n her passi n was ver, W e ent wand ring into the night .

But the merry bro wn hares came le aping O t he ver uplands still, Whe re the cle v er and corn lay sl ee ping n t he O side of the white chalk hill .

Ev aa sns r , 1 8 47 . F o Yeast r m . But and the bents sae fine, ’ ’ ’ A n d th e tither wi a lock 0 lady s hair ’ w i e L inked up siller twin .

‘ O r o whau gat ye the green, green m ss, O whaur the be nts sae fine 2 An d whaur gat ye the b onny broun hair ’ That ance was tre ss o mine 2

‘ ’ We o elditch gat the m ss fra the aile, ’ Th e n i bents fra the whi ny mu r, d k An a fause night threw us the bonny broun hair, ’ To please his braw new fere .

Gae ul pull, gae p l the simmer leaves, ’ An d strew them saft o er me ’ M o f y token s tint, my l ve is ause, ’ ’ e I ll lay me doon and d e.

Until he saw the homeless sea, That called with all its waves 0

o He laughed al ud to hear the roar, An d s o rushed his hor e ad wn the shore , ’ ’ Th e u o o er o er deep s rge r lled him and , An d swept down the tide O

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A NEW FOREST BAL L AD

OH o O ckn ell she tripped ver plain , An d down by Bradl ey Wate r A n d the fairest maid on the forest side ’

Was e e e . Jane, the k ep r s daught r

She went and went through the broad gray law ns A s o red su n d wn the sank, An d chill as the scent of a n e w - made grave The mist smelt cold and dank .

‘A i token, a token that fa r maid cried, A toke n that bodes me sorrow For they that smell the grave by night

- Will see the corpse to morrow .

My own true love in B u rley Walk D - I e oes hunt to night, f ar A n d e e e if he m t my father st rn ,

His game may cost him dear.

’ Ah e on , h re s a curse hare and grouse, A curse on hart and hind A n d e E a h alth to the squire in all ngland, L ’ eaves never a head behind .

Her true love shot a mighty hart A o m ng the standing rye, When on him leapt that keeper old m Fro the fern where he did lie . 2 28 A NEW FOREST BAL L AD

Th e forest laws were sharp and stern, Th e o e oo e e f r st bl d, was k n The y lashe d togethe r for life and de ath n Ben e ath the hollies gre e .

Th e metal good and t h e walnut woo d Did s oon in flinders flee T o t o o hey tost the rts s uth and north , An d t grappled kne e o kne e .

T e e e o hey wrestl d up, th y wr stled d wn , They wre stl ed still and s ore Ben e ath the ir fe et th e myrt le swe e t Was e o e stamp d to mud and g r .

A h o e oo o oo , c ld pal m n , th u cruel pale m n , That stare st with never a frown O n all th e grim and the ghastly things That are wrou ght in th orp e and town

An d o oo o oo yet, c ld pale m n, th u cruel pale m n, That night hadst neve r t he grace To lighten t w o dying Christian men ’ on To see e another s face .

T e r e e o h y w estled up, they wr stl d d wn , T o e hey wrestled s r and still, The fi e nd who blinds th e eye s of men

That night h e had his will .

L u o e ike stags f ll spent, am ng the b nt Th ey dropped a while t o re st Wh e n t he you ng man drove his saying knife ’ De ep in the old man s breast .

Th e old man drove his gunsto ck down ’ Up on the young man s he ad 5 An d e ow side by sid , by the water br n,

Tho se ye omen twain lay dead .

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THE RED KING

THE K i i n Malw ood ing was drink ng Hall, Th e re came in a monk before the m all

He thrust by squire, he thrust by knight, Stoo d o ve r against the dais aright ‘ A n d Th e o of L o o K , w rd the rd, th u cruel Red ing, The o of L o t o e w rd the rd the I bring . A grimly swe ve n I dreamt yestreen e e o I saw th e lie und r the h llins green , A n d through thine h e art an arrow kee n A n d ou t of d o e thy bo y a sm ke did ris , Which smirched the sunshine ou t of the skies ’ So if thou G od s anointe d be

‘ o I rede thee unto thy s ul thou see .

For o - o mitre and pall th u hast y s ld, t o C for o False knight hrist, gain and g ld 3 A n d for o e o this thy f rest w re digged d wn all, Steading and hamlet and churches tall A n d C oo e ou st en o t hristes p r w re f r h ,

To beg their bread fro m south t o north . So o e tarry at h m , and fast and pray, ’ - L est fiends hunt thee in the judgment day .

Th e monk he vanished where he stood King William sterte up wroth and woo d ‘ ’ o oo i o e Qu d he, F ls w ts will j ump t geth r Th e Hampshire ale and t he thu nde r we ather e for o Have turn d the brains us b th , I think An d m onks are curst when they fall to drink . 1 847 THE RED KING 2 31

A lothly sweven I dreamt last night, w o n Ho there h ved anigh me a griesly k ight, Did smite me down to the pit of hell ;

I shrieked and woke, so fast I fell. ’ T T rrel o here s y as s ur as I , perdie, So he of you all shall hunt with me ; ’ A grimly brace for a hart to see .

The Red King down from Malw ood came n afi am e His heart with wi e was all , e o d His eyne w re shotten, red as bl o ,

o o . He rated and sw re, wherever he r de T o i hey r used a hart, that gr mly brace , A hart of ten , a hart of grease,

Fled o ver against the kin gés place . Th e i kin és ee sun it bl nded the g , A fathom behind his h ooks shot he ’ ‘ S o o fi en dés h ot thou, qu d he, in the name, ’ ’ To lose such a quarry were seven years shame .

A n d he hove up his hand t o mark the game . T rrel u G od y he shot f ll light, wot , For o whether the saints they swerved the sh t, Or o kn ow en whether by treas n, men not, arm But under the , in a secret part, Th i o r n e r n fled th ou h the ki gés heart . The turf it sqii elch e where the Red King fell ; A n d r o t o e the fiends they ca ried his s ul h ll , ‘ ’ ’ u d Q o His master s name it hath sped him well.

T rrel y he smiled full grim that day, ’ Quod Shooting o f kings is n o bairns play A n d o fl ed he sm te in the spurs, and fast away. A s e rith am he prick d along by F plain , Th e green tufts flew behind like rain The ou t o t he waters were , and ver sward : He swam his horse like a stalw art lord ’ Men cle en T rrel s p that water y ford . Rhin efield Osmon dslei h By and by g , 232 THE RED KING

Through glade and furze brake fast drove Until he heard the roaring sea ‘ ’ T e m e o h e o . Qu d , h se gay wav s they call ’ By Mary s grace a seely boat O n Christchurch bar did lie afloat t he He gave shipmen mark and groat, To No ferry him over to rmandie, An d there he fell to san ct u arie

G od send his soul all bliss to se e .

An d ou r on e fend princes every , From foul mishap and trahiso n But kings that b arrow Christian men S E e hall ngland n ver bide again .

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2 34 THE OUTL AW 1 847

’ e f If I had marri d a wi e, mither, I might ha been douce and

still, An d sat at hame by the ingle side to crack and laugh my fill

’ ’ Sat wi o w i bairni s at hame the woman I lo ed, and e at my kn e e ’ Bu t lu v e s n o for m death is bauld, and age is cauld, and e

For o e mi when first I stirred in y ur sid , ther, ye ken full vi How ygiilay all night up among the deer out on the open fe 1 An d sdit was that I won the heart t o wander far and r’e l

Carin fleither for g land nor lassie, but the bonnie dun deer .

am ] e e Yet I not a lose and idl , mith r, nor a thief that steals ’ ’ G o o G l I do but hunt d s cattle, up n od s ain hi ls For e f no man buys and sells the de r, and the bonnie ells are free T on o a belted knight with hawk hand, and a gangrel loon

like me .

’ ' So afl u I m and away to the m irs , mither, to hunt the deer, a R nging far frae frowning faces, and the douce folk here 3 o o Crawling up through burn and bracken , l uping d wn the e scr es, L ou t d n ooking frae craig and hea land, drinki g up the

simmer breeze .

’ ’ Oh o 0 , the wafts o heather h ney, and the music the brae, ’ th e e A s I watch great harts feeding, nearer, near r a the

day . Oh i e o n , to hark the eagle scream ng, swe ping, ringing r u d the sky ’ That s a bo nnier life than stu mbling ower the muck t o colt

and kye . 1 84 7 THE OUTL AW 235

’ ’ An d e han it ri O wh n I m taen and g , mither, a b ttling my

deer, ’ n o o t o o in Ye ll leave y ur bairn the c rbie craws, to dangle th e air ’ ’ e o e But y ll send up my twa d uce brethren , and ye ll st al

me frae the tree, An d on w o bury me up the bro n br wn muirs , where I aye

looed to be .

’ ’ x t he far Ye ll bury me twi t the brae and burn, in a glen

W e e o here I may h ar the h athc ck craw, and the great harts bray ; ’ A n d o gin my ghaist can walk, mither, I ll go gl wering at t he sky, Th e livelong night on the black hill sides where the dun e lie d er .

IN THE F T 4 NEW O RES , 18 7. 236 SING HEIGH - HO l

SING HEIGH- HO

THERE sits a bird on eve ry tree 3 Sing heigh - ho T e e r on e e e e h r sits a bi d v ry tr , An d c o urts his love as I do th e e

S - h o —ho ing heigh , and heigh

Young maids must marry .

There grows a flower o n e very bough Sin g h eigh - h o T o o on e o here gr ws a fl wer ev ry b ugh , ’ Its petals kiss— I ll show you h ow

S - h o - ho ing heigh , and heigh o Y ung maids must marry .

From sea to stream t h e salmon roam Sing h eigh-h o From sea to stream t he salm o n roam ; E h er o e ach finds a mate , and leads h m

S -h o e - h o ing heigh , and h igh ou Y ng maids must marry .

’ The oo sun s a bridegr m, earth a bride Sing heigh—h o They court from morn till eve ntide

The e o e . arth shall pass, but l ve abid

S - h o e - ho ing heigh , and h igh

Yo un g maids must marry.

Ev ERsL EY 1 84 . , 7

238 L AMENT 1 848

A L AMENT

THE n merry merry lark was up and si ging, A n d the hare was ou t and fe eding on the lea A n d the e o e e m rry merry bells bel w w r ringing, ’ W e i n h n my ch ld s laugh ra g through me .

NOW bare e - r the is snar d and dead beside the snow ya d, A n d the lark beside the dreary winter sea A n d the baby in his cradle in the churchyard

Sleeps sound till the bell brings me .

4 EVERSL EY, 1 8 8. 1 848 THE NIGHT BIRD 239

THE NIGHT BIRD

A MYTH

A FL OAT N o I G, a fl ating o t he ee se a Acr ss sl ping , All night I heard a singing bird

Upon the topmost tree .

Oh ou Off G came y the isles of reece, O r off the banks Of Seine O r off o e o e s me tr e in f r sts free, Which fringe the western main 1’

I came not Off the Old world Nor yet from off the n ew But I am on e of the birds o f God ’ Which sing the whole night through .

O h w sing, and wake the da ning Oh whistle for the wind 3 Th e o night is l ng, the current strong, M ’ y boat it l ags behind .

The Old current sweeps the world, The current sweeps the n ew ; Th e i o wind w ll bl w, the dawn will glow E ’ re thou hast sailed them through. THE DEAD CHURCH

WL D i o e e ? I w ld wind, wilt th u n ver c ase thy sighing D o e ? ark dark night, wilt th u n ver wear away C o e old c ld church, in thy death sle p lying , Th e L P o e e n ot E s ent is past, thy assi n h r , but thine a ter

day .

P e e o b e n eac , faint h art, th ugh the night dark and sighi g

e e L o e h . R st, fair corps , where thy rd hims lf hat lain We e L o o de low p, dear rd, ab ve thy bri lying ; Thy tears shall wak e her frozen limbs to life and health

again .

EVERSL EY, 1 848 .

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THE STARL INGS

EA RL Y on o in spring time, raw and windy m rnings, B e neath the free zing h ouse - eaves I heard the starlings sing ‘ Ah M o e for dreary arch m nth, is this then a tim building wearily (1 d ’ Sa . , sad , to think that the year is but begun

L the u O n o e e e ate in a tumn, still and cl udl ss v nings, Am ong the gold e n re ed-beds I h e ard t h e starlings sing ‘ Ah e M o that sw et arch m nth , when we and our mates we re courting merrily ’ Sad o e . , sad , to think that the year is all but d n

EVERSL EY 1 84 8 . , 1 848 OL D AND NEW 243

OL D AND NEW

A PARABL E

e o e SEE how the autumn l aves fl at by d caying,

of - o e Down the wild swirls the rain sw llen str am . SO the o of m en t o e fleet w rks , back th ir earth again ;

Ancient and h oly things fade like a dream .

Na se e - o o a- n y the spring bl ssoms steal f rth mayi g, Clothing with tende r hues o rchard and gle n ’ SO ou Old o e e die , th gh f rms pass by, n er shall th ir spirit , ’ L oo ! E e w e k ngland s bar boughs sho gre n leaf again .

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THE WATCHMAN

“ WAT HMA N I C , what of the night The stars are ou t in t he sky An d e o oo oo the m rry r und m n will be rising s n, ’ r Fo us to go sailing by.

‘ W of 2 atchman , what the night ‘ The tide fl ows in from the sea ’ There s water t o float a little co ckboat ’ Will carry such fishers as we .

‘ W n 2 atchma , what of the night Th e night is a fruitful time W t o o e hen many a pair are b rn childr n fair, T ’ O be christened at morning chime .

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THE SANDS OF DEE

O MARY t he o e , go and call cattle h m , An d l o ca l the cattle h me, A n d call t he cattle home A cross t he sands O f De e Th e we ste rn w ind was wild and dank with sh e An d all alone we nt .

Th e e w stern tide crept up along the sand, ’ ’ A n d o er o er and the sand, A n d o o the r und and r und sand,

A s far as eye could see . Th e rolling mist came down and hid the land A n d e e sh e nev r home cam .

Oh or is it weed, or fish , floating hair A Of o e tress g ld n hair, ’ A drowned maiden s hair Ab ove th e nets at sea ? Was n e ver salmon yet that shone so fair ’ A t he n mong stakes o De e .

T e o e her o o o h y r w d in acr ss the r lling f am, The e o cru l crawling f am, he e o T cru l hungry f am, To h er grave beside the sea But still t he bo atmen h ear h er call the cattle

A cross the sands of Dec.

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THE TIDE ROCK

’ - HOW f e . sleeps yon rock, whose hal day s bath is don W e e o ith broad bright side b n ath the br ad bright sun ,

L e - ed on o o e ik sea nymph tir , cushi ned m ss s sleeping . e e e he r e e Yet, n arer drawn , b n ath purpl tr sses

From drooping bro ws w e find her slowly weeping. ’ SO many a wife for crue l man s care sses M e e t o e ust inly pine and pin , y utward b ar A ’ gallant front to this world s gaudy glare .

L FRA C OMBE 1 49. I , 8 2 48 EL EGIACS 1 849

EL EGIACS

WEAR L Y t o t o I stretches the sand the surge, and the surge the cloudland ; W o o . earily nward I ride, watching the water al ne

' Not of Old i e A v e i ‘ a t wv as , l ke Hom ric chilles, y , - e G od for Joyous knight rrant of , thirsting labour and strife NO more on magical steed borne free through the regions o f ether,

e for . But, like the hack which I rid , selling my sinew gold Fruit- bearing autumn is gone ; let the sad quie t winter ’ hang o e r me What we re the spring to a soul laden with sorrow and shame 1 Blossoms would fret me with be auty my heart has n o time t o bepraise th e m

G o e e n o . ray r ck, bough, surg , cloud, wak n yearning within

S - e e e ing not, thou sky lark above v n angels pass hush d by e the we per .

- S e o 2 e o o . cream on, y sea f wl my heart ch es your des late cry ’ S on o t o o e r weep the dry sand , th u wild wind, drift the shell and the sea—weed Sea- e e o w d and shell, like my dreams, swept d wn the pitiless

tide . ’ ’ Just is the wave which u ptore us ; tis Nature s ow n law which c ondemns us W e t o in on f of o the weak who, pride , build the aith the sand ! Joy t o the oak of the mountain he trusts to the might of the rock-clefts D h e of eeply mines, and in peace feeds on the wealth the

stone .

EVONS RE MORTE SA NDS , D HI ,

Febm ary 1 84 9 .

250 MY HUNTING SONG 1 849

MY HUNTING SONG

’ FORWA RD ! Hark forward s th e cry ’ O n e o e e on th e O m re fence and w r out pen, SO o e ou t o e e to us at nc , if y want liv n ar us t o e e t o e e on o Hark th m, rid th m , beauti s as they g , L e aping and sweeping away in the vale below ! C o or o o owards and bunglers, wh se heart wh se eye is sl w, e o Find thems lves staring al ne .

SO the great cau s e flashes by ; N e e e o o ear r and cl ar r its purp ses pen, While louder and prouder the world - ech oes cheer us G S t ou o e u s entlemen por smen, y ught to liv up to , L o ou r t o u s ead us, and lift us , and hall game We l the bou n ds off t o u s cannot ca l , and no shame ’ Don t b e left staring alone

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AL TON L OCKE’S SONG

WEE P, weep , weep and weep , For o ! pauper, d lt, and slave ! o e oo Hark fr m wast d m r and fen, e o e den F ver us all y, stifling , Swells the wail of Sax on men Work ! or the grave

Do o o wn, down, d wn and d wn W e ith idler, knav , and tyrant Why for sl u ggards cark and moil ? He that will n ot live by toil Has n o right on English s o il ! ’ ’ G od s word s our warrant !

u ! Up, up, up and p Face your game and play it ! The the su n night is past, behold ! The o the lie o ! id ls fall, is d ne The u n ! Judge is set, the doom beg Wh o shall stay it ?

Ma 1 49 ON TORRI DG E, y 8 . 252 THE DAY OF THE L ORD 1 849

THE DA Y OF THE L ORD

THE Da L y of the ord is at hand, at hand Its storms roll up the sky Th e nations sleep starving on heaps Of gold All dreamers toss and sigh The night is darkest before th e m om W o e l o hen the pain is s r st the chi d is b rn, n A d the Day of the L ord at hand .

G ou e G od ather y , gather you, ang ls of e o Me T Fr ed m, and rcy, and ruth Come for the Earth is grown c o ward and Co o n w o me d w , and rene us her y uth .

W o S - Sacrifi ce D i L o isd m , elf , ar ng, and ve,

e e - fi eld oo o o Hast to the battl , st p fr m ab ve, TO a L o the D y of the rd at hand.

G ou ou o of e ather y , gather y , h unds h ll m P u e War Fa ine , and lag , and e o C M u l Idl ness, Big try, ant, and isr e , G e th e ath r, and fall in snare M o e o K Hireling and amm nit , Big t and nave,

C t o the - fi eld t o o rawl battle , sneak y ur grave , Da t he L o In the y of rd at hand .

Wh o u o for o O f o wo ld sit d wn and sigh a l st age g ld, While t he L ord Of all ages is here ? Tr l e u of God ue hearts wi l l ap up at the tr mpet ,

A n d o fe . th se who can suf r, can dare E Old a e of o o t o o ach g g ld was an ir n age , An d e e of o t o do the me k st saints may find stern w rk , th In th e Day of e L ord at hand.

R D GE EVONS RE ON THE TOR I , D HI ,

e mber 1 0 1 849 . S pte ,

254 THE OUBIT 1 35:

THE OUBIT 1

IT o e was an hairy ubit, sae proud he cr pt alang A e e o i he f ckl ss hairy ubit, and merr ly sang ‘ My Minnie bad me bide at ham e until I w on my wings ’ ’ I sho w h er soon my s oul s aboon t he warks o creeping ’ things.

’ T e e o t he his f ckl ss hairy ubit cam hirpling by linn , ’ ’ A 0 o swirl wind cam doun the glen, and blew that ubit in 0 e oo th e e th e u o o e wh n he t k wat r, sa m n fry they r s , ’ ’ ’ A n d ti d e e oe gg him a to piec s sma , by h ad and tail and t s .

’ ’ ’ Tak e o o o o warning th n, young p ets a , by this p r ubit s shame

T o P su o P s e . h ugh ega s may nicher l ud, keep ega us at ham ’ 0 han d o e o o M e w oo y ur hands fra inkh rns, th ugh a the us s ’ ’ l o t o e 0 ou For critics lie, ike saum n fry, mak their m als y .

1 ’ Fou n mon S n Macka e s e of ai ou i wh o ou l d a g a dy y pap rs , a h ry b t w d o e n ot min d his m th r .

1 1 EV ERS L EY , 85 . 1 351 THE THREE FISHERS 255

THE THREE FISHERS

H REE ai t o W T fishers went s ling away the est, A way t o the West as the sun went down E c o on o w ho o e a h th ught the w man l v d him the best, A n d the children stood watching them ou t of the town ; For o o e u e men must w rk, and w m n m st we p, ’ A n i e t o t o e e d there s l ttl earn , and many k p, o o Th ugh the harb ur bar be moaning.

T u o e hree wives sat p in the lighth use tow r, A n d they trimmed the lamps as the sun w e nt down T oo u oo o hey l ked at the sq all , and they l ked at the sh wer, n - o A d the night rack came r lling up ragged and brown . o o e But men must w rk, and w men must we p, T o be e e hough st rms sudden, and w at rs d ep, A n d t he o harb ur bar be moaning .

Three corpses lay out on the Shining sands

In the morning gleam as the tide went down , An d the women are weeping and wringing th e ir hands For tho se w h o will never come h o me t o the town For m e n o o e e must w rk , and w men must w p, ’ An d o oo to e e the so ner it s over, the s ner sl p

' A n d -b e its moan in good y to the bar and g .

ERS L EY u n e 2 5 1 851 EV , J , . 255 SONNET 1 351

SONNET

’ O H Shaks eare s e , thou hadst been a wife for p s lf

NO e - o to head, sav some world genius , ught rest A e of e e bove the treasur s that p rf ct breast, O r nightly draw fre sh light from th ose ke en stars Through which thy soul awes o urs y e t thou art bound 0 waste of nature —t o a craven h ound ; To l Of shameless lust, and chi dish greed pelf ; A the ne to a Satyr : was that link ’ ’ Forge d by The Fath e r s hand ? Man s reason bars Th God o ed — A so e bans which all w y , we think o e o ee u F rg tting, th u hadst weaker b n , f ll blest, Than thus made strong by suffering and more great ’

Ca a . In martyrdom , than throned as es r s mate

EV ERSL EY 1 851 , .

DOL C NO TO MAR 258 I GARET 1 851

DOL CINO TO MARGARET

THE e o o o world go s up and the w rld g es d wn , A n d th e sunshine foll ows the rain ’ ’ A n d yesterday s sneer and yesterday s frown Can o e o never c m ver again , Sweet wife No o . , never come ver again

For o b e w man is warm though man cold, A n d th e night will hallo w the day Till t he h e art which at eve n was weary and Can e t h e o n ris in m r ing gay, Swe et wife T o o o its w rk in the m rning gay .

H 1 851 . A NDERNAC , 1 851 THE UGL Y PRINCESS 259

UGL Y PRINCESS

MY bow o parents , and lead them f rth, For all t he crowd t o see Ah we ll ! t he pe ople might n ot care To e m e cheer a dwarf lik .

T e o how ou o e h y little kn w I c ld l v , How o o I c uld plan and t il, ’ TO o u e swell th se dr dg s scanty gains,

Their mites of rye and oil.

The y little know what dreams have been M e y playmat s, night and day Of e e e u qual kindn ss, h lpf l care, A ’ mother s p e rfect sway .

Now e in o arth to earth c nvent walls , To earth in churchyard sod n o t oo e ou for I was g d n gh man , A n so t d d am given o Go .

BERTR CH N T E I I H EIFEL , 1 851 . 2 60 SONNET 1 851

SONNET

’ THE baby sings not on its m other s breast Nor nightingales w h o n e stle side by side Nor e le t o I by thin but us nly part, T S o SO hen lips which h uld but kiss , and be still, A s e e having utt r d all, must speak again 0 stunted thoughts O chill and fe tte re d rhym e Ye t o e my great bliss, th ugh still entir ly blest, L o o o e n o e sing its pr per h m , can find r st So w h o e , like a child whil s away the time W o t h e e ith dance and car l till eventid , IVat chin g its mother home ward through the gl e n O r w h o nightingale, , sitting far apart, Te lls to his liste ning mate within t h e n e st Th e wonder o f his star- entranced he art Till all the wakened woodlands laugh and thrill Fo rth all my b e ing bubbl e s i n to s ong

A n d o n ot oo o . rings al ft, sm th , yet clear and str ng

H 1 BERTRI C , 1 85 .

2 62 THE SWAN- NECK 1 851

B ette r knew his body fair T th e e e han moth r which him bar . Wh e n ye lived in we alth and gle e The n ye scorned t o look o n m e G od hath brought the proud ones low Af t o ter me afoot o g . o o e R using erne and sall w gl de , o off e R using gray wolf his f ed, O e e v r franklin, earl , and than , o f o — e Heaps m ther nak d slain, o the o R und red field tracing sl w , Stoop e d that Sw an—neck white as snow ; Ne e e n or v r blush d turned away, Till she found him wh ere he lay é Clipt him in her arm s fair, W h e r o rapt him in yell w hair,

o o - e B re him fr m the battle st ad, Saw Of him laid in pall lead, Too t o e k her a minst r high , ’ For E o arl Harold s s ul to cry .

T u e o - h s f ll Har ld, bracelet giver ; Je su re st his so ul for ever A n gl e s all from thrall delive r M Do iserere mine .

EVERSL EY, 1 851 . 1 851 THOUGHT FROM THE RHINE 2 63

A THOUGHT FROM THE RHINE

I HEARD an Eagle crying all alone A o o t h e b ve the vineyards thr ugh summer night, Among the skeletons of robber towers B e cause the ancient eyrie O f his race Was trenched and walle d by busy - hande d men A n d o - oo all his f rest chace and w dland wild, W e o b e o n e roe her fr m fed his y u g with har and , Were trim with grap e s which swelled from hour t o An d tossed their golden tendrils t o the sun For o ei ow n — SO o j y at th r riches , I th ught, The e of S great d vourers the earth hall sit, o Idle and imp tent, they know not why, Dow n - staring from their barren height of state O n o t oo e t o e nati ns grown wis slay and slav , The puppets of the few ; while peace fu l lore

A n d o - e of fell w help make glad the h art earth , W o e e ith w nd rs which they f ar and hate , as he,

The E e o o . agle, hat s the vineyard sl pes bel w

RH NE 1 O N THE I , 1 85 . ’ 264 THE L oNGREARDs SA GA 1 852

THE L G E ’ S GA A D 40 0 ON A DS A . . B R .

O VER th e camp - fires D oe rank I with her s, t h e Do Under nau bank, Warm in the sn ow tre nch S e e agamen h ard I ther , Men O f L o e the ngb ards, Cu nning and ancient,

o e - e - o H n y swe t v iced . S th e o caring w lf cub, S o —ow l caring the h rn , Shaking t he snow- wreaths

Do o th e e - o wn fr m pin b ughs, Up t o the star roof

Rang ou t the ir s ong . S h ow Win il inging men, Ove r the ice - floes Sledging from Scan lan d Came unto Scoring ; S of G inging ambara, ’ e o Fr ya s bel ved , Mo of A o ther y ,

Mother of Ibo r. S of We e m en inging nd l , A mbri and A ssi How t o th e Win ilfolk

We - o nt they with war w rds, Fe w are ye, strangers, A n d many are we : Pa n ow o fee y us t ll and ,

’ 2 66 THE L ONGBEARDS SAGA 1 852

Till one can fight seven . So e e ns hav I, h roes tall, First in t he sword- play This day at the Wendels’ hands e u Eagl s m st tear them .

T o - e heir m thers , thrall w ary, ’ M for W e ust grind the end ls . We pt t he A lruna wife Kissed her fair Freya off t he o Far in m rning land, V ll High in alha a, A w indow stands o pen o - Its sill is the sn w peaks, o are th e o Its p sts watersp uts, Storm - rack its linte l G old clo ud- flakes above Are e for t he oo pil d r fing ,

t o Elfin - o e Far up the h m ,

w - u High in the ide bl e . Smil e s ou t each m orning thence Odin Allfath er From under t h e cl oud - e aves S l ou t o n th e e o e mi es h r s , Smiles o n chaste h ouse wive s all

S o n t he o o - e miles br d mar s , ’ Smiles o n the smiths w ork

A n d e r o - th i s is the sw rd luck, W e th e o ith th m is gl ry, SO O o it din hath sw rn , Wh o first in the morning ’ e e e Shall me t him and gr t him . Still the Al ru na wept : ‘ Wh o then shall greet him I Women alone are here Far o n the moorlands

e t he - B hind war lindens, ’ In vain for the bill s d o om ‘V Win il o e atch her s all, ’ 1 852 THE L ONGBEARDS SAGA 267

’ n e O against seven . Sweetly the Qu ee n laughed Hear tho u my counsel n ow T t o e ake the cunning, f Beloved O Freya .

T o o - o ake th u thy w men f lk, Maidens and w ives Over your ankle s L ace on the white war- hose Ove r yo ur b osoms L ink u p t he hard mail- n e ts O ve r y our lips P o e w lait l ng tr sses ith cunning , SO war- be asts full - be arded K O e ou ing din shall de m y , When off the gray se a—b e ach ’ t e e e A sunris y gre t him .

’ Night s son was driving His golde n - haired ho rse s up O ver th e easte rn fi rt hs e n e High flash d their ma s. Smiled from the cloud - e aves ou t Allfather O din, Waiting the battle - sport : e oo Fr ya st d by him . Who e o are th se her es tall , L usty - limbed L ongbe ards ? O ver the swans’ bath Why cry th ey t o me ? o l Bones sh u d be crashing fast,

Wo o be - fe d lves sh uld full ,

W e e m ad - e h r such , heart d , ’ S o - wing hands in the sw rd play .

Swe etly laughed Freya ‘ A e o e nam th u hast given th m , S e e n or hames neith r th e them , ’ 2 53 THE L ONGBEARDS SAGA 1 852

e e Well can th y w ar it . G e m o iv the the vict ry, First have they gre eted thee G e o ive th m the vict ry, Yokefello w mine M aidens and wives are these , Wives of the Win ils Few are their h e roes

A n d o n th e - o far war r ad, ’ So o ver t he Swans bath ’ They cry unto thee .

Royally laughed he th e n De t o him ar was that craft , O Allfath er din ,

Shaking the clouds . C o e unning are w m n all , Bold and imp ortunate L o e e ngbeards th ir nam shall be , Rave ns shall thank the m W e e o e oe h r w men are h r s, What must the m en b e Theirs is the victory No need of me

RSL EY 1 52 EVE , 8 .

’ a From Hyp tea .

SA INT MAURA

A n d eve r since those sightl e ss eyes have smil e d L e — o ! A o e e ! T e e ov l ve las, th s ey s h y mad me fall . o n ot e t o e I c uld b ar see them , ble ding, dark, Ne e n o e e t o oo o i v r, n v r l k int m ne Never t o watch me round the littl e room S o o or on inging ab ut my w rk, flash me L oo o e — T e e o e mad ks bright with c uns l . h n th y dr v me With talk of namel e ss tortu res waiting yo u A n d I c ould save y ou ! You wou ld h e ar your love T e ou o m e e m en A n d h y knew y l ved , cru l then T e t o o n e e o hen came a dr am say littl w rd, O n e o w e o easy wicked w rd, b th might say, A n d on e th e o o no hear us, but lict rs r und O n e S o f e e tiny prinkle the inc ns grains, A n d o o A n d e b th, b th free lif had just begun Only thre e months— short mo nths - your we dded wife Only three months withi n the cottage there u H oping I b ore yo r child . A h ! husband ! Savi our ! G od ! think gently of me ! I am f orgive n ! A n d th e n anoth e r dre am A flash — SO ou l n ot e t he ze quick , I c d b ar bla I c ould n ot se e the smok e among th e light To e ou t o o wand r thr ugh unkn wn lands, and lead You the o o n by hand thr ugh hamlet, p rt, and tow , O n on w e e e , , until di d and stand ach day To o ou ou e e gl ry in y , as y pr ach d and prayed o o - o e Fr m r ck and bourne st ne, with that voic , o w rds, M o — ou ingled with fire and h ney y would wake, e o o ! o n ot o e B nd, save wh le nati ns w uld that at n For o n e h o —a s rt word y, make it right, to save Yo u ou t h e e of L o ? , y , to fight battl s the rd A n d so— and SO — alas ! you knew the re st ! e You answer d me .

Ah e o ! NO e o i e . cru l w rds Bless d, g dl k words o ou m e You had done n bly had y struck dead , Instead of striking me t o life — the temptress ! 1 852 SA INT MA URA 2 71

Traitress apostate ! de ad to G od and m e The sme ll of death upon m e - so it was T ! e ! e o e o ! Oh rue tru w ll sp ken, h r they snapped , ’ T o o e e o e h se w rds , my madn ss, lik the angel s v ic

- ll n A e . Thrilling the graves t o birth pa gs . was cl ar The re was b u t on e right thing in the world t o do A n d t do L o C I mus it . rd, have mercy hrist H e lp throu gh my womanhoo d : or I shall fail o e o n ot e Yet, as I failed bef r I c uld sp ak o n ot for e I c uld speak shame and mis ry, A n d e o o f an d O f t he n t rr r my sin, thi gs omi : e e e I knew were c ng but in h av n , in h aven T e w e ou e e — h re sh ld m et, p rhaps and by that time I might be w orthy O f y ou once again f f d. O O ou o Go S . y , and my I went out

Wl ou so o e t h e i l y hear more, and f rg t pain An d yet I dread to te ll you what c om e s nex t for m e Your love will feel it all again . ’ NO ! it is ove r ; and t he w oe that s de ad

Ris e s nex t hour a glori ous angel . L ove Sa ou ? A h o dr ! y, shall I tell y y ur lips are y TO - o o e e o w e m rr w, wh n th y c me , must entreat, A n d O n ou . e d they will give y water to ay, A o o s ldier, gave me water in a sp nge ‘ o e TO O i t oo Up n a r ed , and said, fa r young ’ She might have be en a gallant s oldie r s wife ’ A n d e e o th n I cri d, I am a s ldier s wife ’ A o ! An d her s he smiled, but let me drink . Go d bless him for it SO they led me back A n d as I went, a voice was in my ears W o l th e hich rang thr ugh all the sun ight, and breath An d O f o ow blaze all the garden sl pes bel ,

An d o e - o o thr ugh the harv st v ices, and the m an

Of e - o on t he f e c dar f rests clif s abov , A n d t he i round sh ning rivers, and the peaks

W n e o - of hich hu g b y nd the cloud bed the west, 2 72 SAINT MAURA I 852

A n o d r und the ancient stones ab out my feet . O u t o f e e all h aven and arth it rang, and cried, ‘ M Am t o o e y hand hath made all these . I w ak To give thee stre ngth t o say SO Th e n my soul S e l e e i pr ad ik a cl ar blue sky with n my breast, W t he e o e a e o hile all p pl m d a ring ar und, A n d in t h e midst the judge sp oke smilingly ‘ We ll hast tho u bro ught him t o a b ette r mind NO He has brought me t o a b ette r mind — I o n ot I cried, and said beside kn w what Wo rds which I learnt fro m the e— I tru st in G od Nought fie rc e or rude — for was I n ot a girl ’ Thre e months ag o bene ath my moth e r s roo f ? O f She b e e e ! oo I thought that . might th r I l ked

She was n o t the re ! I hid my face and wept.

‘ ’ A n d e o o a ain th e e e e wh n I l ked g , j udg s y Was on o e e o me, c ld and st ady, d ep in th ught ‘ She kno ws what shame is still so strip h er Ah r e Not Sir A n ! SO o I sh iek d , that, y pain y ung am— a to o— I o w n I wife am not my , ’ Bu t — m e oo his y husband s But th y t k my shawl , A n d o e O ff e e oo t r my tunic , and th r I st d m u ! ou o e e B efore the all . H sband y l v m still ? e e e ! Oh ou t oo Ind d I plead d , shine , kind m n , A n d se e Oh h ow e let me him smile I pray d , W o S o Sh e too hile s me cried hame and s me, is ’ you ng ! — A n d some mo ck e d ugly words God shut my ears .

An d yet n o earthquake came t o swallow me . W o o oo hile all the c urt ar und , and walls, and r fs, An d the e e u of e e all earth and air w r f ll y s, E o e e e yes, eyes , which sc rch d my limbs lik burning flam , Until my brain see med bursting from my brow An d ye t n o earthquake came A n d then I kne w ’ T o n ot ou o e G o his b dy was y rs al n , but d s His loan— He nee de d it : and after that The o o e o u e o e w rst was c m , and any t rt r m r A change — a lightening and I did n ot shri e k

2 74 SA INT MAURA 1 352

K ept for u s in th e tre asurie s of G od. T e n ot o e e t o e h y will mar the l v th y try sp ak, T e n ot ou e e o e h y will fail my s l, as th se hav d n

Will y ou h e ar more ? Nay— you kno w all th e rest Yet tho se p oor e ye s — alas ! th e y cou l d n ot see M e ou o e me e e y waking, wh n y hung ab v th r With hands o utstre tch e d t o bl e ss th e p e nite nt Your p e nite nt — ev e n lik e The L ord Hims elf I gl o rie d in yo u — like Th e L ord Hims elf S e e n t o th e o haring His v ry suff ri gs, cr wn Of thorns which the y had put on that d e ar bro w TO make you like Him— sho w you as y ou were o so ! e oo on ou I t ld them I bid th m l k y , An d se e th e re What was the high e st throne on earth Th e o of ff e Son of G od thr ne su ering, wh re the u f r e Endu re d and tri mph e d o them . But th y laughed l o n e o Al but s ldier, gray , with many scars ; T e t ou n d oo . o A he st d silent h n I crawled y , An d e o e e n e ou kiss d y ur bl di g feet, and call d al d You e You n o ! e e h ard me k w all I am at p ac . Pe e the oo ace, peac , as still and bright as is m n o o e on o e Up n y ur limbs , cam me at y ur smil , A n d e m e kept me happy, when they dragg d back o S e m e on t he o Fr m that last kiss, and pr ad cr ss , A n d bound my wrists and ankles —D O n o t sigh o n e e e m e u I prayed, and b re it and si c th y rais d p M e e e e ou e ow n ow n y ey s hav n ver l ft y r fac , my , my , Nor e o e will, till d ath c m s DO I fe e l much pain

No e o . ot e . Not much . N madd ning n I cann t bear e o e of o w n e It has b c me lik part my lif , ’ O r part of G o d s life in m e— hon o ur— bliss e e e o e e I dr ad d madness, and inst ad c m s r st ; ’

e e e u e r . Rest d p and smiling, lik a s mm s night o e n o w o o e I sh uld be asy, , if I c uld m v A h G od ! e oo o f fi re I cann ot stir . th se sh ts u h He e Through all my limbs H s , selfish girl h ars 1 852 SAINT MAURA 2 75

Wh o ever found the cross a pleasant bed ? P n o i Ye s can o . I bear it, l ve ain is ev l T e n ow e o u . Unl ss it c nq ers us hese littl wrists, You on e e e e too e e said, bl ss d night, they w re sl nd r, ’ TOO so ft and slende r for a deacon s wife ’ Perhaps a martyr s — You forgot the strength Th e o o Which God can give . c rd has cut them thr ugh m e t A n d y et y v oice h as never falt red ye . Oh do n ot o or l o gr an, I sha l l ng and pray i u n t i That you may d e : and you m st o d e ye t . Not y et — th ey told us we might live three days Two days for you t o pre ach ! Tw o days to speak Words which may wake t he dead !

Hush is b e sleeping ? They say that me n have slept upon the cross SO n o t ? T L o ! e why he hanks , rd I hear him br athe : A n d he will preach Thy word t o- m o rrow — Save Sou l o for T An d i n o his o s, cr wds, hee they w ll k w w rth e — oo n o n ot do Y ars hence p r things, they k w what they An d crown him martyr ; and his name will ring T o S o e of th e hr ugh all the h r s earth , and all stars Whose eye s are sparkling through th eir tears t o see His triumph— Preacher ! Martyr — Ah — and m e ? e o e oo i his If th y must c upl my p r name w th , L et - h ow o e them tell all the truth say I l v d him , A n d tried t o damn him by that love O L ord ! Returning go od for evil ! and was this Th e payment I dese rve d for su ch a sin ? To e on o o hang her my cr ss, and l ok at him Until we knee l before Thy throne in heave n !

EVERSL EY 1 2 , 85 . 276 ON THE DEATH OF A CERTA IN JOURNAL 1 852

ON THE DEATH OF A CERTAIN JOURNAL 1

SO o O f o die, th u child st rmy dawn, T o e o o o O f h u wint r fl wer, f rl rn nurse ’ C e o hilled arly by the big t s curse, Th ’ ’ e . pedant s frown, the worldling s yawn

f e Fair death , to all in teeming Jun , When every seed which drops t o earth T e oo o ak s r t, and wins a sec nd birth o Fr m steaming shower and gleaming moon .

l a o Fall warm , fal f st, thou mell w rain T ou of God h rain , make fat the land That roo ts which parch in bu rning sand a t o o M y bud fl wer and fruit again .

To e f o grace, p rchance, a airer m rn o t he sea In mightier lands bey nd , While hon o ur falls t o such as we o O f et Fr m hearts heroes y unborn,

Wh o Of u in the light f ller day, O f e o e pur r science, h li r laws, of e e Bless us , faint heralds th ir caus , Dim e of o b acons their glori us way .

Failure ? While tide - floods rise and boil o e o o R und cape and isl , in p rt and c ve,

e - led o o R sistless, star fr m ab ve What though ou r tiny wave recoil ?

E 1 852 EVERSL Y, .

1 Th e Ch ristian Socialist te th e Cou n il O f A o i e for , star d by c ss c at s om t on O f Co -o e t on pr o i p ra i .

278 TO MISS MITFORD 1 853

TO MISS MITFORD

‘ ’ A UTHORESS O F OU R V I L L A GE

THE S th e of ingle eye , daughter the light We ll pl e ased t o re cognise in lowliest shade So of e e me glimmer its parent b am , and mad

u of . By daily dra ghts brightness, inly bright Th e e e e t e tast s vere, y grac ful , trained aright e e e e In classic d pth and cl arn ss, and r paid By thanks and ho no ur from t h e wise and staid t o e e t e By pleasant skill blam , and y d light, A n d high c ommun io n with th e e loque nt throng Of those w h o purified ou r sp e e ch and s ong he x e u o . T All these are y urs same e ampl s l re, You oodl m e on e e oo in each w and, br zy m r W e o ith kindred aim the same sw et path al ng,

TO knit in loving knowledge rich and poor.

EVERSL EY, 1 853 . ’ 1 354 BAL L A D O F EA RL HAL DAN S DA UGHTER 2 79

BAL L AD OF EARL HAL DAN’S DAUGHTER

’ IT E t was arl Haldan s daugh er, Sh e l ooked acro ss th e se a ; She looke d across t he wate r An d long and loud laughed she The locks of six prince sse s M e ust be my marriag fee, SO o o o o hey b nny b at, and ho b nny b at ’ Who c ome s a wooin g me ?

’ E e It was arl Haldan s daught r, She walke d along the sand W e of so h n she was aware a knight fair, C e t o am sailing the land . e of e His sails wer all v lvet, of t o His mast bea en g ld , An d o o h o o ! Hey b nny b at, and bonny b at ’ Wh o sailet h here so b old ?

‘ The locks o f five princ e sses I w on b eyond t he sea ; e o I clipt th ir g lden tresses,

TO fringe a cloak for the e . O n e handful yet is wanting, But o n e of all the tale SO h e o o ho o y b nny b at, and b nny F u rl Up t hy ve lve t sail

He e o th e e l apt int wat r, That rove r you ng and bold ’ 280 BAL L AD OF EARL HAL DAN S DAUGHTER 1 854

E ’ He gript arl Haldan s daughter, He clipt her looks of gold G o e o o weep, g we p, pr ud maiden, The d tale is full to ay. Now o o hey b nny b at , and ho bonny boat Sail Westward ho ! away

H 1 DEVONS IRE, 854. From Westward Ho !

2 82 O DE TO THE NORTH - EAST WIND 1 854

ODE TO THE NORTH - EAST WIND

WEL COME No t - ! , wild r h easter Shame it is to see O des t o e ve ry zephyr ’ Ne e r a verse t o thee . We o No - ! lc me, black rth easter ’ O er the German foam ’ O e r D oo the anish m rlands, e From thy froze n hom . T e of ir d we are summer, T e of e ir d gaudy glar , S o o h wers s ft and steaming,

Hot and breathless air. T of e ired listl ss dreaming , Through th e lazy day Jov ial wi nd of winter Turns us ou t t o play Swe ep the golde n ree d- beds Crisp the lazy dyke H u nge r into madness

Eve ry plunging pike . Fill the lake with wild- fowl Fill the marsh with snip e While on dre ary m oo rlands

L onely curle w pipe . Throu gh the black fi r- fo re st

‘ Thunder harsh and dry, Shattering do wn th e snow- flake s

Off the curdle d sky . Hark The brav e North - easter !

- th e e Breast high lies sc nt, n o O by h lt and headland ,

Over he ath and bent . 1 854 O DE TO THE NORTH - EAST WIND 2 83

C e e hime, y dappl d darlings,

Through th e sleet and snow. Who can over-ride you ? L e t the horse s g o C hime, ye dappled darlings, Down the roaring blast You shall see a fox die Ere o u be an h r past . G O e - o o and r st to m rr w, u o H nting in y ur dreams, While ou r skates are ringing ’ O e r th e fro zen stre ams . L et the lu sciou s South - wind ’ e o Br athe in l vers sighs, While the lazy gallants ’ a e B sk in ladi s eyes . What d oe s he but soften H e art alike and pen ? ’ Tis the hard gray weather

e E . Br eds hard nglish men . ’ What s the soft South- wester ? ’ ’ Tis a z the l dies bree e, Bringing hom e their true- loves Ou t of all the seas

No - e But the black rth east r, T o o o hr ugh the sn wst rm hurled , Drives ou r English h e arts O f oak S o eaward r und the w orld . Co ou r e me , as came fath rs , e e e H rald d by th e, Co o nquering fr m the eastward , L o rds by land and sea. Come and strong within us ’ Stir the Vikings blood Bracing brain and sine w ; o o O f God ! Bl w, th u wind 234 A FAREWEL L 1 355

FAREWEL L

TO C . E. G .

MY e n o o fairest child, I hav s ng to give you ; NO lark could pipe in ski e s so dull and gray ’ o n e hi Yet, if you will, quiet nt I ll leave you,

For every day.

’ I ll tell you how to sing a clearer carol Than lark w h o hails the dawn or breezy down ’ To e arn yourself a pure r p oet s laurel ’ Than Shakespeare s crown.

o le t be Be g od, sweet maid, and who can clever DO o n ot o l vely things, dream them, all day l ng An d SO L D th E make ife, and eath, and ver,

O n e grand sweet song .

r 6 Febru a y 1 , 1 85 .

2 86 THE SOUTH WIND 1 856

THE SOUTH

’ A FISHERMA N S BL ESS INGS

O blessed drums of Aldersh ot ! O blessed South - we st train ’ O e S e e blessed, bl ssed p ak r s clock, All prophesying rain

O e affil u o ! bless d y , la ghing l ud O ble sse d falling glass ! 0 bless e d fan o f c old gray clou d ! 0 blessed sm e lling grass

’ O bless d Sou th wind that to ots his horn Throu gh e ve ry h ole and crack ! ’ Off e t o— o o o I m at ight m rr w m rn , To bring su ch fishe s back !

Y ri l 1 1 856. EVERSL E , Ap , 1 856 THE INVITATION 287

THE INVITATION

TO TOM HUGH ES

COME Tom away with me, , Term and talk are do ne M oo y p r lads are reaping, on e Busy every . C e t he urat s mind parish , Swee p e rs mind t he court ’ We ll away t o Snowdo n ’ For ou r t e n days sp ort ; Fish the A ugust evening T t he ill eve is past, W o o o o h p like b ys , at p unders

Fairly played and grassed. IVh en e e t o e th y c ase dimpl , L e e e e ung , and sw rv , and l ap, T o Siab o d hen up ver ,

C oo e ou r e . h s nest, and sle p o e Tom Up a th usand f et , , ’ ou o R nd the li n s head, Find soft sto nes to l e eward

A n d make up o u r bed. Eat ou r e o br ad and bac n, S o e of e e m ke the pip p ac , A n d o , ere we be dr wsy , G e o u r o o iv b ts a grease. ’ o e e oe so H m r s h r s did , Why n ot such as we ? 288 THE INVITATION 1 856

What are sheets and servants ? Su perflu ity ! Pray for wives and children S S afe in lumber curled, Then to chat till midnight ’ O er thi s babbling wo rld ’ Of o m e o e e the w rk n s c ll g , Of O f the price grain, O f of o the tree kn wledge, Of the chance of rain

Sir A. o o If g es R meward,

M . If iss B sings true, o o If the fleet c mes h meward, e do If the mar will , Anything and everything Up there in the sky An e g ls understand us , ’ An d are no saints by.

Do - n wn , and bathe at day daw , T o t o ramp fr m lake lake , Washing brain and heart cle an w Eve ry step e take . L eave to Ro bert Brown ing e e B ggars, fl as, and vines L e ave t o mo urnful Ruskin Po A i pish penn nes , Dirty Stones of Venice An d his G as- lamps Seven ’ VVe v e the stones O f Snowdon n d t he Of A lamps heaven. ’ Where s the mighty credit In admiring Alps ? ‘ A n y goose sees glory ’ In their snowy scalps . L eave such signs and wonders For u l the d l ard brain, A s ae e sth tic brandy, O pium and cayenne .

2 90 THE INVITATION I 856

’ M Of e e arks angels f t, Epics in each pebble Underneath our feet O o o o nce a year, like sch lb ys,

- o o Robin Ho ding g , L eaving fops and fogies A thousand feet b e low.

ERS L EY A u u st 1 5 EV , g 8 6. 1 355 THE FIND 291

' THE FIND

’ YO N o n or s und s neither sheep bell bark, ’ ’ T re n — re G o ! hey run ing they running, hark ’ The sport may be l o st by a moment s de lay ; SO whip up the pu ppie s and scurry aw ay D o o t he o e l ash d wn thr ugh c v r by dingle and de l , ’ The re s a gate at the bo ttom— I know it full we ll ’ ’ A n d u — they re r nning they re running, G0 hark

’ ’ T — GO hey re running they re running, hark ’ O n e fence and we re ou t of the park Sit o o e the oo d wn in y ur saddles and rac at br k , Then smash at the bu llfi n ch n o time for a look L eave cravens and skirt ers to dangl e be hind ’ He s for oo e of w away the m rs in the te th the ind , ’ ’ An d e n — th y re run ing they re running, G O hark !

’ ’ T — e G o a hey re running they r running, h rk ’ L et them run on and run till it s dark ! ’ W l e an d e be e l with th m we are , w ll with them we ll , ’ While the re s w ind in ou r horse s and daylight to see T e o al o o o h n sh g ng h meward, chat ver the fight, A n d he ar in ou r dreams the swee t music all night ’ ’ Oi— T — e u hey re running th y re r nning , GO hark !

EVE RSL EY 1 856 , . N 2 92 FISHI G SONG 1 355

FISHING SONG

UDE A ND T M U TO J . FRO O H GHES

Mr O H . e h ow o , Froud , wise and go d , To p oint us out this way t o glory ’ T n o S o S o o L hey re great hakes, th se n wd n akes, A n d e all th ir pounde rs myth and story . ’ S o o W L Gw n an t t o K e Blow n wd n hat s ake y illarn y, Or W t o spluttering elsh tender blarney , blarney, blarney ?

SO T o ou h mas Hughes, sir, if y choose, ’ e o n I ll tell you wher we think of g i g, ’ To o e r soar swate and far cliff and , Hear horns of Elflan d faintly blowing ; ’ o S o o ! T e e t o Bl w n wd n here s a hundr d lak s try in , A n d u fresh ca ght salmon daily, frying, frying, frying .

Geology and b otany A o diskiv er hundred w nders shall , ’ We flo o ll g and tr ll in strid and hole, f e A n d skim the cream o lak and river. S ! for e Blow nowdon give me Ireland my p nnies , ! for — De De D ! Hurrah salmon , grilse, and nnis, nnis, ennis

EVERSL EY, 1 856 .

294 THE L AST BUCCANEER 1 857

Oh e A z swe t it was in ves to hear the landward bree e,

A - oo o o e e e swing with g d t bacc in a net betw n the tre s, W o as t o ou e ou i t o oa ith a negr l s fan y , whil y l stened the r r f th e o O the breakers on reef outside , that never t uched the

Shore .

S e fi n e But cripture saith, an nding to all things must be ’ K on A o So the ing s ships sailed ves, and quite put d wn w were e . All w e o l o oo day f ught like bu ld gs, but they burst the b ms at night d fled o o o th A n e . I in a piragua, s re w unded, fr m fight

N e o e v o e e in days I fl at d star ing, and a negr lass b sid , T - for e t o e e h er oo o n Sh e ill all I tri d ch r , the p r y u g thing died Bu t o e as I lay a gasping , a Brist l sail cam by, A n d o m e o t o E e e br ught h me ngland h r , to beg until I die .

’ ’ ’ A n d n ow I m old an d going— I m su re I can t t ell whe re ’ ’ On e om o o so o e off c f rt is, this w rld s hard, I can t be w rs the re ’ se a- o e o the n If I might but be a d v , I d fly acr ss mai ,

To t he e o f A t o oo . pl asant Isle ves, l k at it once again

1 EVE RSL EY, 857. N 1 357 THE KNIGHTS RETUR 2 95

THE KNIGHT’S RETURN

HARK ! hark ! hark ! The lark sings high in the dark . The e e o n w r w lves mutter, the night hawks moa , Th e rave n croaks from the Raven - stone W for n o hat care I his bodi g gr an , Ridin g t h e m oorland t o come t o mine ow n ? Hark ! hark ! hark ! Th e lark sings high in the dark .

Hark ! hark ! bark ! Th e lark sings high in the dark . ’ L o e w an der d ng hav I by land and by sea, L ong have I ridden by moorland and lea o sh e e on h er Y nder sits with my bab knee , Sits at the window and watches for me ! Hark ! hark ! hark !

Th e lark sings high in the dark .

WR TTE N F I OR MUS I C .

1 857. — - 2 95 PEN Y GWRYDD 1 357

PEN- Y- GWRYDD

To TO M U H GHES ES . , Q

THERE n o S o o n ot e is inn in n wd n which is awful d ar, ’ Ex e i Pe n - - wr dd ou n o o e e c pt ng y g y (y ca t pr n unc it, d ar), Which stand e th in th e meeting of noble vall eys thre e O n e t h e o f Gw n an t SO e l e o me is vale y , w l b l ved by , ’ O n e o t o C - C n e g es apel urig, and I can t mi d its nam , A n d o n e L lan berri s P o it is ass, which all men kn ws the same e e e o o o e B tw n which radiati ns vast m untains d es aris , As e of o e in full of tarns as si ves h l s, which big fish will rise, T on e e ou e bo hat is, j ust day in the y ar, if y be th re, my y, ’ t e n O o an d e ou o Just about cl ck at night th n I wish y j y .

Now t o Pe n - - w r dd o e t o this y g y inn I purp s th write, ’ A x o o ou t of o e for ( ing the p st t wn Fr ud , I can t mind it

quite), A n d t o o m or t w o for engage a r o , let us say a week, For e of e M e e e e f ar g nts, and anich s, and reading parti s me k,

A n d e e t o fi htin - o o b ob th r live like g g c cks at alm st a a day , A n d arterw ards o t ward the sea make tracks and cut away, A ll for t o o o Ab er lasl n oo catch the salm n b ld in g y p l, ’ h - M A n d o Trae t or oo . w rk the flats in awr, and will, I m a f l ’ A n d e ou e e o t o m e that s my gam , which if y lik , r sp nd by p ost t son e n o o . But I f ar it will last, my , a thirteen days at m st e n o o e o e e e or o do Fli s is bject ; I can t ll s m thr f ur will , A n d o o C h e n o an d e an d J hn J nes , lerk, k ws the rest, ti s ’ em t oo sells . e o f e n o o e t o ea e u n ow Besid s which I hav m r say, l stwis j st , ’ ’ A n d so oe t o m o o u mbl m e , g s y children s sch l and y ak s w my bo .

1 EVERS L EY, 8 57.

2 98 ODE 1 862

’ O er w h o i e jest and dance and song st ll pr side, To cheer h er in this merry - mournfu l tide A n d u s sh e e or bids , as smil s sighs, Tu o u r h er e ne fancies by yes .

T let ou hen the y ng be glad,

Fair girl and gallant lad , A n d sun themselves tod ay By law n and garden gay ; ’ Tis play befits the noo n Of ro sy -girdle d June Wh o dare fro wn if heaven shall smile ? w h o o e e Blest, can f rg t a whil Th e o e o e e an d o e w rld b f r th m , ab v

Th e light o f un ive rsal l ove . G o t he o n , then , let y u g be gay Fro m th eir heart as from their dre ss L e t o darkness and let m urning pass away , W o o n hile we the staid and worn l ok and ble ss .

Health t o courage firm and high Health to C ranta’ s chivalry W n isely fi ding, day by day,

P o o . lay in t il, and t il in play G re e o ranta g ts them , gliding d wn O n by park and spire and town o e do Humming mills and g lden m a ws , Barred with elm and poplar shadows G o e iant gr ves, and l arned halls

Holy fanes and pictured walls . Yet sh e bides n ot here around ’ o L i e s the Muse s sacre d gr und . Mo she e o st ling rs , where bel w Gliding wherrie s come and g o Stalwart footste ps shake th e Shores ; Rolls the pulse of stalwart oars Rings al o ft the e x ultant cry

For the bloodl ess victory . 1 862 ODE 2 99

T here she greets the sports, which ’ Valiant lads for England s need ; W isely finding, day by day ,

P o oi . lay in t il, and t l in play e to o H alth c urage, firm and high ’ Health to Gran t a s chivalry !

Ye t e e M stay a whil , s verer uses, stay,

- For ou t o o . y , , have your rightful parts to day K o ou o ou ou t o nown l ng to y , and kn wn thr gh y ’ ’

Are C o l C . hatsw rth s ha ls, and avendish s name You t oo A M t o e , then , lma ater calls gre t A wo rthy patro n for yo ur ancie nt seat A n d he r o o x e bid s ns fr m him e ample tak , ’ Of a i u e o for le rn ng p r ly s ught learning s sake, Of o o o w rth unb astful, p wer in duty spent

A n d e . see, fulfill d in him , her high intent

Co e E o m , uterpe, wake thy ch ir

Fit thy n ote s t o ou r desire . L o Sit th e e ng may he chi fest here , M e e t us and greet us, year by year ; L o i son ng inherit, s re and , All o that their race has wr ught and won , S C n ince that great avendish came agai , o o e m Round the w rld and v r the ain , T e o Breasting the hames with his marin rs b ld , ’ Past go od Quee n Be ss s palace of old ; W n o o ith jewel and i g t packed in his h ld, An d sails of damask and cloth of gold While never a sailor-b oy on board S o But was decked as brave as a panish l rd , With the spoils he had w on e of Su n In the Isl s the ,

A n d S o of - the h res Fairy land , A n d for o of oo S o yet held the cr wn the g dly h w, T e o P ow hat qu enly smile fr m the alace wind , An d n that wave of a queenly ha d . 300 ODE 1 862

Ye s o , let the y ung be gay , A n d sun themselves tod ay ; An d o from their hearts, as fr m their dress , t L e mourning pass away. f o But not r m us, who watch our years fast fleeing, A n d of ou r snatching as they flee, fresh fragments Can w e o e on e f rg t friend, Can fo on e we rget face, W o ou r hich cheered us t ward end, Which nerve d us for ou r race ? Oh o o o sad to t il, and yet f reg On e presence which has made us know To G odlike souls how dee p o u r debt !

We e . would not, if we could, forg t

S M everer uses, linger yet u t n Speak o for us o e pure and rich regre t . T o C o w ho w h u, li , , ith awful pen, G o th e of ravest great names up n hearts men, Speak of a fate beyond our ken A g em late found and lo st t o o soon A su n go ne down at highest no o n ’ A e o O oo tre fr m din s ancient r t, W o for the hich b re men ancient fruit, Co e f o of o uns l, and aith and sc rn wr ng , A n d o e oo on cunning l r , and s thing s g , Sn a t — o e p in mid gr wth, and leaving unawar

The flo ck unsheltered and th e pasture bare . Na let u s G od S y, take what hall send,

Trusting bounty without end . G od e N e ev r lives and atur ,

Beneath His high dictature, e e Hal and teeming, can r place S e e tr ngth by str ngth, and grace by grace, o e o e : H p by h pe , and fri nd by friend

Trust ; and tak e what G od Shall send .

1 Ro n e th e n e Con o C n e o o f C m d e His yal High ss Pri c s rt, ha c ll r a bri g Un e t iv rsi y .

‘ ’ 302 SONGS FROM THE WATER - BABIES 1 352

SONGS FROM ‘THE WATERBABIES ’

THE T IDE RIVER

CL EA R oo o o and c l, clear and c l , o e oo By laughing shall w, and dr aming p l Coo oo an d e l and clear, c l cl ar, S S e o By hining hingl , and f aming wear e th e e o e S Und r crag wher the uz l ings,

A n d the e e e th e - e ivi d wall wh r church b ll rings, U n de filed for the u n d file d , e P lay by me, bathe in me, mother and child .

D o u ank and f ul , dank and fo l , By th e smoky t own in its murky cowl o o F ul and dank, f ul and dank, By wharf and s e we r and slimy bank D e o arker and dark r the further I g , Baser and baser the richer I gro w ; Wh o dare Sp ort with the sin - de file d S o e hrink from me, turn from me, m th r and

S o e o e e tr ng and fr e, str ng and fr ,

Th e oo o e t o . fl dgates are p n, away the sea o e e o Free and str ng, fr and str ng, Cle ansing my stre ams as I hurry along To th e o e e n g ld n sands , and the l api g bar, A n t he e m e d taintless tid that awaits afar, A S o e e I l s mys lf in the infinite main, u e o L ike a so l that has sinn d and is pard ned again. U n de filed for t he u n de file d , P m e o lay by me, bathe in , m ther and child .

F m The Water-Babies ro . 2 EVERSL EY, 1 86 . ’ - 1 852 SONGS FROM THE WATER BABIES 303

YO UNG AND O L D

WHEN o all the w rld is young, lad, A n d all the trees are gre e n A n d o e every g os a swan , lad, A n d e ve ry lass a qu ee n T h e for oo o hen y b t and h rse, lad , A n d round the world away o oo e o Y ung bl d must hav its c urse, An d e his ev ry dog day .

W old hen all the world is , lad , A n d all t h e tree s are brown A n d o all the sp rt is stale , lad , An d all the Whe els ru n down C e e o o e e r p h me, and take y ur plac th re, Th e spent and maimed among G od ou on e e grant y find face th re, u o e a Yo l ved wh n ll w as young.

1 862 .

THE SUMMER SEA

SOFT o ou t the e S s ft wind, from swe t south liding, Waft thy silve r clo u d webs athwart the s u mme r sea Thin thin threads of mist on d e wy finge rs twining W of e z e e eave a veil dappl d gau e to shad my bab and me .

De e L e own p deep ove, within thin abyss abiding, Po T e o O L o o n e sea ur hys lf abr ad , rd, arth and air and Wo Th o rn weary hearts within y h ly temple hiding, S o o me hield from s rr w, sin, and shame my helpless babe and .

e - From Th Water Babies.

1 862 . ’ 30 4 SONGS FROM THE VVATER- BABIES 1 86 2

MY L ITTL E D OL L

O NCE e e e o e I had a sw t littl d ll, d ars , Th e pretti e st doll in th e world ; e e e so re d so e e Her ch ks w re and whit , d ars , A n d h er so u hair was charmingly c rled . o o o e o e But I l st my p r littl d ll, d ars , A S I played in t h e heath o n e day A n d e for o e I cri d m re than a week, d ars, e u e sh e But I n ver co ld find wh re lay .

o e o e I f und my poor littl d ll , d ars, A s I play e d in the h e ath on e day o she e e c e F lks say is t rribly chang d , l ars, For h er all e paint is wash d away, A n d h er o e off th e o arms tr dd n by c ws, dears , A n d h er hair n ot t h e l e ast bit curle d ’ Ye t f or old e e sak s sak she is still , dears, The pre tti e st doll in the world.

om Th e - Fr lVater Babies. EVERSL EY 62 , 1 8 .

’ 30 5 THE KNIGHT S L EAP

the e o He harnessed himself by cl ar m onshine, A n d he mounted his horse at the door A n d e of re d A h r— e he drain d such a cup the win ,

A s man ne ve r drain e d b e fore .

u e th e Old o e He sp rr d h rs , and he held him tight, A n d h e leapt him ou t over the wall O u t o ff ou t o th e ver the cli , int night,

Thre e hundre d feet of fall .

T e o x o o e h y f und him ne t m rning bel w in the gl n , With n e ver a bone in him wh ole A or e n ow oo e mass a pray r, , g d gentl men, ’ For such a bold rider s soul .

EVE L EY 1 864 . RS , 1 864 THE SONG OF THE L ITTL E BA L TUNG 307

THE SONG OF THE L ITTL E BAL TUNG

3 A. D. 95

A HA R ER e o D so i P cam ver the anube w de , ’ A n d o A he came int laric s hall , A n d h e sang the son g of the little Balt u n g

To him and his heroes all .

How the old old Balt and the y oung young Balt o e o u t of Cau calan d R d , ’ With the royal elephant s tru nk on helm e A n d the royal lanc in hand .

T o huringer her es, counts and knights, Pricke d proud in their me inie For e e e t o r K th y w r away the g eat aiser, se a In Byzant beside the .

A n d when they came t o the Danube so wido T e o e o o ff t he o h y sh ut d fr m sh re, Co o o o o e me ver, c me ver, ye R man slav s, ’ ’ An d ferry your masters o er .

’ A n d e t o A when th y came drian s burgh , W o e so oo ith its t w rs sm th and high, ‘ Co ou t om ou t e o e me , c e , y R man knav s, ’ A n d see your lords ride by . 308 THE SONG OF THE L ITTL E BAL TUNG 1 864

But whe n they came t o the long l ong walls T e o se a t o e hat str tch fr m s a, T old old o hat Balt let d wn his chin, An d h e a thoughtful man grew .

Oh oft o Fridi ern have I sc ffed at brave g , o o e But never will I sc ff m r , If th e se be the walls which kept him ou t ’ o Mickle ard o n th e o e Fr m the g there sh r .

T e ou t e e e K e h n ther cam the gr at ais r, With twice t en th o usand men But n ever a Thu rin g was c oward enough To is w h himself home again.

Bow o o e e old At han arich d wn , th u r b l , , A n d be g thy life this day Th e K e o of o ais r is l rd all the w rld , ’ An d w ho dare say him nay ?

I neve r cam e out of Cau calan d To beg for less n or m o re t o see th e of th e K But pride great aiser, Mickle ard e e o e In his g h r by the sh r .

I neve r came ou t of Cau calan d To b ow t o o W m rtal ight, t o th e of the e K But shake hand gr at aiser, ’ n A d God defend my right .

He oo n K sh k his ha d , that cunning aiser, A n d e cou rt eou slie he kiss d him , A n d he has ridde n with A t han arich

- n see That wo nde r tow to .

He Sho w e d him his walls of marble white ’ A mile o e rh ead th e y shon e ‘ u o th e Wh o o t e Q th Balt, w uld leap into hat gard n, ’ ’ King Siegfried s b oots must o wn .

3 1 0 THE SONG OF THE L ITTL E BAL TUNG 1 864

‘ Oh oft e of th e Mickle ard have I h ard g , ’ What I held for chapme n s li e s n ow do o of the Mickle ard But I kn w g , S f o wn By the ight o mine eyes .

Wo V den in alhalla, But thou o n earth art God A n d e K he that dare withstand th e , aiser, ’ On his own head lies his blood .

T ou t e e Baltu n hen and spak that littl g , ’ e Rode at the king s right kn e, ‘ o Fridi ern w e K V Qu th g sle fals aiser alens , ’ A n d i ou he died l ke y or me .

‘ A n d o o e o bo who art th u, th u pr tty b ld y, ’ ’ Ride s at t he king s right knee ? Oh th e Baltu n b o A I am g , y laric , ’ A n d o as g od a man as thee .

‘ A s o m e o e o go d as , th u pr tty b ld boy, ’ With down upon thy chin ?

Oh - oo o n m e a spae wife laid a d m , ’ The e of t o b st thy realm win .

‘ o so o o If th u be fierce, th u little w lf cub Or e ve r thy te e th be grown Then I must guard my t w o young sons ’ L est they Should l ose their ow n .

’ Oh o t w o , it s I will guard y ur lither lads, u e e t he In their b rgh b sid sea, ’ A n d it s I will prove true man t o them t If they will prove true o me .

’ ou o t w o But it s y must warn y ur lither lads, A n d e e warn th m bitt rly, T t w o e K e hat if I shall find them fals ais rs, ’ High han ged they both Shall be . 1 864 THE SONG O F THE L ITTL E BAL TUNG 3 1 1

’ Now th ey are gone into the Kaise r s palace To e at fi n e the peacock , ’ A n d the y are gone into the Kaise r s palace

To drink the good Greek wine .

The K o aiser al ne, and the old old Balt, They sat at the ce dar board A n d round them serve d o n the bende d kne e

Full many a Roman lord .

W At han arich ? hat ails thee , what ails thee, friend ’ What make s thee l ook so pale ? ‘ e o o o K e I f ar I am p is ned , th u cunning ais r, — For I fee l my heart strings fail .

Oh would I had kept that gre at gre at o ath ’ o e o e I sw r by the h rs s head , I wou ld nev e r set foot o n Roman ground T th e ill day that I lay dead .

Oh o e Cau calan d w uld I w re home in , To e hear my harp rs play,

A n d o f - o to drink my last the nut br wn ale , NVhile e I gav the gold rings away .

Oh e o e Cau calan d would I w re h m in , ’ To the G o thm en s o hear h rn , An d o o oo watch the wagg ns , and br wn br d mares A n d the te nts wh e re I was born .

But n ow I must die betwe e n four stone walls In Byzant be side the sea An d o Balt u n as th u shalt deal with my little g, ’ SO God Shall de al with the e .

The K r e o aiser he pu ged hims lf with aths, A n d he e o buri d him r yally, A n d se t o n o o of o he his barr w an id l g ld , W e o u b o w th h re all R mans m st e kne e . 31 2 THE SONG O F THE L ITTL E BAL TUNG 1 864

’ A n d n ow the G o th e K ths are aiser s men, A n d o guard him with lance and sw rd, — An d t he Balt u n S o son - at little g is his w rn arms, ’ n A d eats at the Kaiser s board .

’ A n d the K aiser s tw o sons are two false white lads T hat a clerk may beat with cane . The cle rk that should beat that little Baltu n g W e ould n ver sing mass again .

Oh of o o the gates R me they are steel with ut, A n d beaten gold within : But they shall fly wide t o the little Balt u n g h With t e down up o n his chin .

’ Oh th e faire st fl owe r in th e Kaiser s gard e n Is Rome and Italian land Bu t it all shall fall to t h e little Baltu n g

Whe n he shall take lance in hand.

An d he of o when is parting the plunder R me, for o o f He shall pay this s ng mine , Ne n or e e n or o ither maiden land, neith r j wel g ld, e But on e cup of Italian win .

EVERSL EY, 1 864 .

31 4 EASTER WEEK 1 867

EASTER WEEK

(WRITTEN FOR MUS I C TO BE SUNG AT A PARI SH I NDUSTRIAL E! H I BITI O N)

SEE E n the land , her aster keepi g, M o Rises as her aker r se . Se so o e eds, l ng in darkn ss sleeping ,

Burst at last from winter snows . Earth with heaven above rej o ice s Fi e lds and gardens hail t he spring ; S oo o e haughs and w dlands ring with v ic s,

While the wild birds build and sing.

You t o o M , wh m your aker granted Po e t o o e u w rs th se sw et birds nknown , Use the craft by God implanted w U se th e reason n ot your o n . e e e e o H re, whil heav n and earth r j ices, Each his Easter tribute bring Wo of of o e rk fingers , chant v ic s,

L ike the birds who build and sing.

EVER L EY 1 867. S , 1 357 DRIFTING AWAY 31 5

DRIFTING AWA Y

A FRAGMENT

THEY Ah G od ! e for . drift away . , th y drift ever th e e e e o t o the sea I watch str am sw p nward , L o O ld e e o u o o e ike s me batt r d bu y p n a r aring riv r, — - t Round whom t he tide waifs hang the n drift o sea.

— old I watch them drift the familiar faces, Who e o me o fish d and r de with , by stream and w ld, T o n ot old o e e ill gh sts , men, fill bel v d plac s,

An d ! o . , ah the land is rank with churchyard m ld

c t — the o o I wat h them drif y uthful aspirati ns,

S o e o e . h res, landmarks, b ac ns, drift alik

I watch them drift— the p oe ts and the statesmen The e o th e v ry streams run upward fr m sea .

Ye t overhead the b oundl e ss arch of heave n

S t o o . till fades night, still blazes int day

Ah God ! M God ! T o t n ot , y h u wil drift away

No vember 1 867. CHRISTMAS DAY

HOW o C r Da will it dawn , the c ming h istmas y ? A o C o n rthern hristmas, such as painters l ve, An d fo o e kins lk, shaking hands but nc a year, A n d dames w h o te ll old le ge nds by th e fi re ? e e o ice Red sun, blu sky, whit sn w, and pearled , K e e the oo on fi re en ringing air, which s ts bl d , A n d t he old e th e o makes man m rry with y ung, T o the o u o t he o e hr ugh sh rt s nshine , thr ugh l ng r night ? O r o e C s uth rn hristmas, dark and dank with mist, A n d t he of e e e heavy with scent st aming l av s, A n d ro sebuds m oulderin g on th e dripping p orch O n e o or of twilight, with ut rise set sun, T ee o o th e o o ill b tles dr ne al ng h ll w lane, A n d o e e t o r und the l afl ss haw h rns, flitting bats Hawk the pale moths of winte r ? We lcom e then A t th e S o e best, the flying gleam, flying h w r,

The - oo on o h o rain p ls glittering the l ng w ite r ads, A n d shadows swee ping on from d own to down B e fore t he salt A tlantic gale : ye t c ome oe e or or sad In whats v r garb , gay, , ’ Co o o be C Da . me fair, c me f ul, twill still hristmas y How o C Da ? will it dawn, the c ming hristmas y To sailors l ounging on the lonely d e ck

e the - ? Or t o B neath rushing trade wind him , Who o o o ou of E by s me n is me harb r the ast, W e o o e atch s swart arms roll d wn the preci us bal s, Sp oils of th e tropic forests ; year by year A th e of e e o e o mid din h ath n v ic s , g r aning Himself half h e athen ? How t o tho se— brave hearts ’ Who toil with lade n l oins and sinking stride Be side the bitte r wells of tre el e ss sands

CHRISTMAS DAY

e f — r Inst ad o teeth and claws all these w e a e . A re n o o e e e e e ? we m re than th s , sav in d gre No more than th e se and bo rn but t o c ompete To e o u e e or nvy and dev r, lik b ast herb oo of u e of o Mere f ls nat r puppets str ng lusts, T the o t o e o aking sw rd, p rish with the sw rd

o t he u n - fi eld Up n iversal battle , Even as t he things upo n t he m oor outside ? The e e e e e o heath ats up gr n grass and d licat fl wers, The n th e e t h e u the e pi e eats up h ath, gr b pin , The n the t he t he fi ch grub, hawk silly finch A n d t h e e of of e man , mighti st all beasts pr y, E h e o u th e ats what lists the str ng eat p weak , Th e e at e n o many the few gr at ati ns, small ; A n d he w h o c ometh in the nam e of all He e e e e of , gr edi st, triumphs by the gr d all A n d o w n , armed by his victims, eats up all While e ver ou t of the e ternal heavens L oo e o t he e o God ks pati nt d wn gr at magnanim us , Who M of o , aker all w rlds, did sacrifice l e f Na e t o n A l t o . o e Hims l y, but Hims lf Wh o on C Da taught mankind that first hristmas y, ’ W t o be t o e n ot e hat twas a man giv , tak ; To e e n ot e t o o n ot e o s rv , rul n urish , d v ur ; t t die n ot To n o e o . help, crush if n ed , , live 0 e th e lie bl ssed day, which givest eternal To e f e th e s l , and s nse, and all brute within Oh o e t o of e , c m us, amid this war lif ; o o o e w h o o T hall and h vel, c m to all t il S o or t o o In senate, h p, study ; and th se Who e e of o , sund r d by the wastes half a w rld,

- e o Ill warn d , and s rely tempted, ever face ’ N u e o e men t o at re s brut p w rs, and unmanned brutes t Da Co o e C . me th m, blest and blessing, hristmas y Te ll the m o nc e more t he tale of B e thle he m ; Th e e e e the e D e kn ling sheph rds, and Bab ivin

A n d e e e C Da . k ep them men ind d, fair hristmas y

SL EY 1 68 EVER , 8 . 1 3 5 SE TEMBER 2 1 1 870 3 7 P , 1 9

SEPTEM E 2 1 1 8 70 1 B R ,

S EAK low e : w ho P , sp ak little may sing While yo nde r cannon - thunders boom ? W e atch, shuddering, what ach day may bring ‘ ’ N r of oo o pipe amid the crack d m .

A n d et — y the pines sing overhead, The o t he e - oo r bins by ald r p l, The o e — bees ab ut the gard n bed , Th e o e o children dancing h m fr m school .

An d ever at the loom of Birth The mighty Mother weaves and sings She weave s— fre sh robes for mangled earth ; She i — o for s ngs fresh h pes desperate things.

’ An d : N e thou, too if through atur s calm So of o me strain music t uch thine ears, A e oo cc pt and share that s thing balm , A n d Si o n e ng, th ugh choked with pityi g t ars.

ER L EY EV S , 1 870 .

1 T me of th e n o - u n War i Fra c Pr ssia . THE MANGO - TREE

HE wiled m e through the fu rzy croft e e m e o n e H wil d d wn the sandy la . ’ He o o o e o oft t ld his b y s l v , s ft and ,

Until I told him mine again .

We w e e th e married , and sail d main ’ A o e o e e s ldi r, and a s ldi r s wif . We marche d throu gh many a burning plain W f al e sighed or many a g lant life .

— But his God k e pt it safe from harm . o e e e o He t il d, and dared , and arn d c mmand A n d th o se thre e strip e s up on his arm e e o e t o o or W r m r me than g ld land .

Sure h e wou ld win s ome great ren o wn

u r e e e o ou r e e . O liv s w r str ng, hearts w r high e o O n e night the fev r struck him d wn . ie saw d . I sat, and stared, and him

— h e on e t w o e . I had his children , , t r

O n e e e an d o . we k I had them, blith s und ex — e m an re e The n t ben ath this t ,

- By him in barrack burying ground .

I sit b ene ath th e mango- shade ’ ’ I live my five years life all o e r Round yonde r ste ms his childre n played oo He mou nted guard at yonder d r.

THE PRIEST’S HEART

IT Sir o o P e was J hn , the fair y ung ri st, He strode up off the strand But seve n fish e r maidens he left behind

All dancing hand in hand .

’ He came unto the wise wife s house ‘ No w Mo t o o o , ther, pr ve y ur art ’ To charm May Carleto n s merry blue eyes ’ ’ u t o f o O a y ung man s heart .

‘ M son ou e for o y , y w nt a h ly man , Wh o se he art was se t o n high G o o e e o oo sing in y ur psalt r, and r ad in y ur b ks ’ ’ M o an s l ve fleets lightly by.

t o Ma C o I had liever talk with y arlet n , Than with all the saints in He ave n ; I had lieve r t o sit by May Carleto n T han climb the spheres s e ven .

e e I have watched and fast d, early and lat , I have prayed t o all above Bu t n o u r o I find c e save churchyard m uld, ’ For th e men o e pain which call l v .

‘ Now Heaven fore fend that ill grow worse

Enough that ill be ill . o o f t o Ma C o I kn w a spell draw y arlet n , ’ An d b t o o end her y ur will . ’ 1 375 THE PRIEST S HEART 3 23

‘ If o o n ot do th u didst that which th u canst , W e o ou o is w man th gh th u be, I would ru n and run till I burie d myself u In the s rge of yonder sea.

S e for i e cathl ss me are maid and w f , An d e e scathl ss shall th y bide . ’ Yet charm me May Carle to n s e ye s from the heart i ’ That ache s n my left side .

She e t he charm d him with white witchcraft, Sh e e th e charm d him with black , h e e o e t o But turn d his fair y ung fac the wall,

T i - ill she h e ard h s heart strings crack . ‘ ’ ’ 3 24 QU EST QU IL 1 375

‘ QU’EST QU ’IL DIT 1

ESPION ailé de la jeune amante ’ ' De l o mbre de s palmiers p ourquoi ce cri ? L aisse en paix lo beau garcon plaide r et vaincre ’ ’ P o o o ourqu i , p urqu i demander Qu est qu il dit

’ ’ ’ Qu est qu il dit ? Ce que tu dis t oi- meme Chaque m ois de ce printemps e te rn el ; ’ Ce o s e n tre - que disent les papill ns qui baisent, e Ce que dit t out bel j eun etre a toute bell .

Imp ortu n ! Attende quelque s lustres ’ Quand les so uvenirs l e mm en e ron t ici ’ M e e AIe e e t fidele er , grand mer , p , lass , , ‘ De o e — Et le e mande mais d uc ment vi illard, Qu’est qu’il dit

an u a 1 0 1 8 0 . TRIN1DA D, J ry , 7

1 ’ ’ h 3. T o i i T e Q u est qu il dit is r p cal b rd .

THE L EGEND OF L A BREA

Rusty fi relock on his sho u lder Ru sty cutlass on his thigh Neve r j ollie r British subj e ct o e th R llick d undern e ath e sky .

t o e e British law giv him saf ty, e e t o u his S o e British fl ts g ard h r , A n d a sq u are O f British fre e hold He e an d o w e e . had all hav , m r

e ou th e e Fatt ning thr gh ndless summer, L e ow n o on ou n ik his pr visi gr d , He had re ach e d t he su mmu m b on u m n Which our latest wits have fo u d .

SO he thou ght an d in his hamm ock

G n e u of - e aw d his j nk sugar can ,

To e - ast d plantains at the fire stick , G e e e n o . naw d , and d z d, and gnaw d agai

1 Had a wife in his aj ou pa O r e , at l ast, what did instead C e t o o w h o so a hildr n , , died e rly , ’ e e He d n o n e ed t o e arn th ir br ad .

N e o e e h e e e ev r st l , sav what ne d d , Fro m t he Cro w n wo ods rou n d ab out Ne e e x e w h e m o e v r li d , e c pt n sum n d

L et t he warde n find him ou t .

Ne e e x v r drank , cept at market ; Neve r be at his sturdy mate She o hit he o c uld as hard as c uld,

A n d had j ust as hard a pate .

1 m e an d m - e e H u t o f t i b r pal l av s . 1 870 THE L EGEND OF L A BREA 327

n o for e n or o Had care pri st pars n , H ope of he ave n n or fe ar of hell A n d in all his views of nature i P Held w th Comte and ete r Bell .

Healthy , happy, silly, kindly, N n or o h e either care t il had , S e t o o ou e av w rk an h r at sunris , n d e A th n hunt the colibri .

Not a bad man n ot a goo d man S on e e carce a man at all , f ars , If the Man b e that Within us W o f hich is b rn o fire and tears .

o - o th e R und the palm stems, r und creepers, a e e e e e Fl sh d a f ath r d j wel past,

- o - o Ruby crested, t paz thr ated, P o o lucked the c c rite bast,

1 P t he e e - o o lucked fall n c iba c tt n, W t o e hirred away build his n st, u H ng at last, with happy humming,

Round som e flower h e fancie d best.

e Up then went the rusty muzzl , Dat de te nth I sh ot t o - day ou t ou But sprang the Indian sh ting, e th e e o of Balk d n gr his prey.

‘ Eh ou S o Trin idada ! , y en r What dis n ew o n dace n t plan ? ’ ’ Sp oil a g en l m an s chance ob shooting ?

I as go o d as any man .

1 - om t h e E o e n o n o r n t o ton . Fr ri d dr , gia silk c t THE L EGEND OF L A BREA

’ Dese n ot your woods d e se de Queen s w oods You n ot o w ou seem kn whar y ar, ’ Gibbin u self e e e y d se buckra airs h r , You black Indian Papist ! Dar

S o tately, courte us, stood the Indian ; Pointed through the palm - tree shade ‘ Do es the ge ntleman of c ol our ’ Know h ow you Pitch L ak e was made ?

G rinned the negro, grinned and trembled Through his nerve s a shudder ran Saw a snake - like eye that h eld him ’ Saw — O he d met an beah man .

Saw a fetish— such a bottle Buried at his c ottage door ; To e ad and spider, dirty wat r,

e o . Rusty nails , and nin charms m re

’ Saw in visio n such a cook s head In t he path— and it was white ! Saw Brin v illiers 1 in his p ottage :

al e o . F ter d, c ld and damp with fright

Fearful is the chance of poison t oo t h e e u o Fearful , , gr at nkn wn Magic brings s om e p ositivists

- e H u mbly on their marrow b on .

L e i - u e n e ik the wedd ng g est ncha t d, T e h e oo e n cu r h re st d, a tr mbli g ; W e o o hil the Indian t ld his st ry,

L ike the Ancient Mariner.

1 - - - S e an th elmia t oo e n o n o on n t . pig lia , a w ll k w p is pla

THE L EGEND O F L A BREA

l Se lan tain s oo of n e nt rich p , f d a g ls ’ Rich an an asf foo d of kin gs Grudge d you none o f all my tre asures ” Save these lovely useless things .

‘ ’ But the Chaymas e ars were de afened e ou Blind their yes, and c ld not see ’ How a blissful Indian s spirit L o ived in every c libri.

‘ L o o o o ived, f rgetting t il and s rr w, Eve r fair and eve r new Wh o e old oo irring r und the d ar w dland,

- Fe eding on the h on ey dew .

Till on e e ve ning roare d th e earthquake Mo e o e ro e nk ys h wl d , and par ts scream d A n d th e G u araon s at morning

G e e w h o . ath r d here, as men dreamed

S e e a ou as unk w re gard ns , sunk j p Hu t m o o and ham ck , man and h und An d abo ve th e Chayma village

B oiled with pitch th e c u rse d ground .

u t oo e to o F ll, and full saf , and safe

Ne o e e e e . gr man , tak car , tak car ’ He that wantons with G o d s bo u ntie s ’ Of G o d s wrath had best b eware .

‘ For th e e e e saucy, r ckless, h artl ss,

Evil days are su re in st ore . You may see th e Ne gro sin king ’ e A s the Chayma sank of yo r .

1 - n e e . Mu sa . Pi appl 1 870 THE L EGEND OF L A BREA 33 1

L o u dly laughed that stal w art hunter Eh o ! , what superstiti us talk ’ e m am nyam , an man y aney ; e a Birds am birds, lik park am p rk ’ ’ An d ere s twe nty thousand birdskin s ’ Ardered je s n ow fram New

SL EY 1 8 EVER , 70 .

1 Food. HYMN 1

A CCE T r L o P this building, g acious rd, No temple though it be We for ou r su flerin raised it g kin , A n d so G oo L f o or T . , d rd, hee

A e e cc pt our littl gift, and give To w ho all here may dwell , Th e t o do o will and power their w rk , r O bear their sorrows well.

Fro m Thee all skill and science flow ; A ll o e pity, care, and l v , All a o e o c lm and c urag , faith and h pe, Oh o ! p ur them from above .

A n d m L t o part the , ord, each and all, A s e each and all shall n ed , To t o T rise like incense, each hee, o o In n ble th ught and deed .

A n d L hasten, ord, that perfect day, Wh e n pain and de ath Shall cease ; A n d Thy just rule shall fill the earth W e e ith health , and light, and p ac .

W e e hen ev r blu the sky shall gleam , A n d e ve r gre en the sod ’ A n d man s rude work deface n o more Th f d e Paradise o Go .

0 EVERSL EY , 1 87 .

1 Su n g by 1 000 School Children at th e Open in g of t h e New Win g ’

e H o t m n m . f th e Childr n s spi al, Bir i gha

JUVENTUS MU NDI

L I ST a tale a fairy sent us o m u n t s Fresh fr dear Mundi J v e u . W n L o o o he ve and all the w rld was y ung, A n d birds co nve rsed as we ll as sung A n d men still faced this fair cre ati o n W o e o ith hum ur, h art, imaginati n . Who c ome hither from Morocco Every spring on the Sirocco ? Sh e h e o In russet , and in yell w, S e o inging ever cl ar and mell w, ‘ S e e e ou weet, sweet, sw t , swe t, sweet y , sweet ’ Did h e beat you Did h e beat y o u ? Ph llo n eu ste s o y p wise f lk call them, ’ o o f e But d n t kn w what did be all th m , Why th e y e ver thought o f coming All t o e n that way h ar g ats humming , Wh l n ot o e y they bui t nests but h us s,

u e - e e o L ike the b mbl b s and m usies . Nor how e i ot littl b rds g wings, ’ Nor what tis the small cock Sings How should they kn ow— stupid fogies ? ’ e o They daren t even b lie ve in b gies . O e e b o nc they wer a girl and y, ’ Each t he o the r s life and joy . D C oe He a aphnis, she a hl , O e e o n ot o nly th y w re br wn, sn wy, Till an A rab found th e m playing o th e A Far bey nd tlas straying , 1 872 JU VENTUS MUNDI 335

T n ied the helpless thi gs together, D o e the e r v them in burning w ather, his - In slave gang many a league , T dro o i ill they pped fr m w ld fatigue. h e u of Up ca ght his whip hide, L ashed each soft brown back and side Till their little brains we re burst W n ith sharp pai , and heat, and thirst . O the oo bo ver her p r y lay, T t o e ried ke p the blows away, T e e o ill they stiff n d int clay, An d the ru ffian rode away ’ S wo o o er ou ping the tainted gr nd, C e o arrion vultur s gathered r und , A n d the gaunt hyenas ran T racking up the caravan . — o ! o But ah , w nder that was g ne s n Which the y meant to fea t upo . A n d for e o , ach , a yell w wren, O n e o o n e h en a c ck, and a , S e fli t t ed o w etly warbling, f rth ’ o O er the desert t ward the no rth . de of o e o But a sha byg n sorr w, L e t he o o ike a dr am upon m rr w, o brain let R und his tiny clinging , S w ee o e e ets the c ck v r singing, S e w e e e ou we t, s t, sweet, sweet, swe t y , sweet ’ Did he beat you ? Did he beat y ou ? V o o o e ultures cr aked, and h pped and fl pp d,

But their evening meal was stopped . A n d the gau nt hyenas foul Sat o on e a t o b owl d wn th ir t ils . No t the oo r hward towards c l spring weather, T o e t w o re o n o e h s w ns fled t geth r, ’ O n t o E o e r sea ngland the , W here all folks alike are fre e . T e e n e h re th y built a cabi , wattl d L th e ike huts where first they prattled, 335 JUVENTUS MUNDI 1 372

fe d b e Hatched and , as safe as may , M e any a tiny feath red baby . But in autumn s ou th the y go ’ P S A o w ast the traits and tlas sn , O e e e o o v r d s rt, ver m untain , To e the o a the palms b side f unt in, W e o e e o her , when nc they lived b f re, rI’ ld l o o d o . her first the old, st ry

W do o ? C u ru ck- Coo hat the d ves say , ’ You e lov me and I love you .

333 BAL L AD 1 374

BAL L AD

L O RRA NE L ORRA NE R E I , I , L O R E

‘ A RE ou for e - L o L e y ready your ste ple chase, rraine, orrain ,

L orree 0

Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum , Barum , Barum, e Bar e, ’ You re b ook e d t o ride your capping race tod ay at Coul t e rlee , ’ oo t o e V for o t o You re b ked rid indictive , all the w rld see, To e keep him straight, and ke p him first, and win the run r fo me. ’ Barum, Barum, etc .

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Sh e - o L o L o e clasped her new born baby, po r rraine, rrain ,

L orree, o V I cann t ride indictive , as any man might see, A n d n ot V o n I will ride indictive , with this baby my knee ; ’ ’ He s b o h e s he killed a y, killed a man , and why must kill me ? ’

3

e V L o r L o e L orree Unl ss you ride indictive, r aine, rrain , , Unle ss yo u ride Vindictive tod ay at Cou lt erlee, o th e o th e l for A n d land him safe acr ss br ok, and win b ank

me, ’ ’ ou e o for o et n o o It s y may k ep y ur baby, y u ll g keep fr m

m e . 1 374 BA L L AD 339

‘ ’ T o L o i L o hat husbands c uld be cruel, said rra ne, rraine , rr L o ee , ‘ T ou l ow for e o hat husbands c d be cruel , I have kn n s as ns thre e ; Bu t oh ! V e for to ride indictive while a baby cri s me, A n d be kille d acro ss a fe nce at last for all the world t o see ! ’

She mastere d young Vindictive— Oh the gallant lass was sh e , A n d kept him straight and w o n the race as near as n ear co u ld b e Bu t h e e her th e oo o o e e kill d at br k against a p llard will w tr , O h ! h e e oo t he for t he kill d her at the br k, brute , all o t o see w rld , A n d n o o n e t h e for oo L o e L orree but baby cried p r rrain , .

L a oem w e in n e st p ritt n ill ss.

C O L O RA D O . S A , U . .

J u n e 1 874 . ’ 340 MA RTIN L IGHTFOOT S SONG

MARTIN L IGHTFOOT’S SONG 1

C OM E e e e heark n, h arken, gentl s all, Co e e o me h ark n unt me, ’ ' A n d I ll sing y ou a song of a Wo od - L yo n C ou t o e the se a ame swimming v r .

e e He ranged w st, he ranged ast, A n d far and wide ranged he He took his bite ou t of every beast h e L ives under t e greenwood tre .

T e e Old o h n by th re came a silly w lf, ’ ’ A n d ou u o I ll serve y , q th he u o L o M Q th the y n , y paw is heavy enough , ’ SO What wilt thou do for m e ?

T fox hen by there came a cunning old , ‘ ’ ’ A n d ou o I ll serve y , qu th he o L o M o Qu th the y n , y wits are sharp en ugh, ’ So what wilt thou do for me ?

T e e e e o h n by th r came a whit , white d ve , ’ ’ Fle w ofl Ou r L ady s kn e e ’ S be o u e o e ang It s I will y ur tr e, tru l v , ’ ’ u t o If you ll be tr e me .

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