The clouds grow thicker. -there-now lean on [As they descend the rocks with difficulty, ACT II. SCENE I. A Cottage amongst the Bernese Alps. MANFRED and the CHAMOIS HUNTER. C. Hun. No, no-yet pause-thou must not yet go forth: Thy mind and body are alike unfit To trust each other, for some hours, at least ; Man. It imports not: I do know My route full well, and need no further guidance. C. Hun. Thy garb and gait bespeak thee of high lineage One of the many chiefs, whose castled crags C. Hun. Well, sir, pardon me the question, And be of better cheer. Come, taste my wine; 'Tis of an ancient vintage; many a day "Thas thawed my veins among our glaciers, now Let it do thus for thine - Come, pledge me fairly. Man. Away, away! there's blood upon the brim! Will it then never-never sink in the earth? C. Hun. What dost thou mean? thy senses wander from thee. Man. I say 'tis blood-my blood! the pure warm stream Which ran in the veins of my fathers, and in ours Colouring the clouds, that shut me out from heaven, C. Hun. Man of strange words, and some halfmaddening sin, Which makes thee people vacancy, whate'er Thy dread and sufferance be, there's comfort yetThe aid of holy men, and heavenly patience Man. Patience and patience! Hence-that word was made For brutes of burthen, not for birds of prey; I am not of thine order. C. Hun. Thanks to heaven! I would not be of thine for the free fame Of William Tell; but whatsoe'er thine ill, It must be borne, and these wild starts are useless. With the fierce thirst of death-and still unslaked! It doth; but actions are our epochs: mine Barren and cold, on which the wild waves break, C. Hun. Alas! he's mad-but yet I must not leave him. Man. I would I were- for then the things I see Would be but a distemper'd dream. C. Hun. What is it That thou dost see, or think thou look'st upon ? Man. Myself, and thee a peasant of the AlpsThy humble virtues, hospitable home, And spirit patient, pious, proud, and free; Thy self-respect, grafted on innocent thoughts; It matters not—my soul was scorch'd already! Man. No, friend! I would not wrong thee, nor exchange My lot with living being: I can bear However wretchedly, 'tis still to bear In life what others could not brook to dream, C. Hun. And with this This cautious feeling for another's pain, Canst thou be black with evil?—say not so. Can one of gentle thoughts have wreak'd revenge Upon his enemies? Man. Oh no, no, no! My injuries came down on those who loved me-On those whom I best loved: I never quell'd An enemy, save in my just defence— But my embrace was fatal. C. Hun. Heaven give thee rest! And penitence restore thee to thyself; Man. I need them not, But can endure thy pity. I depart– 'Tis time-farewell!—Here's gold, and thanks for thee No words—it is thy due.-Follow me not— SCENE II. [Exit MANFREd. A lower Valley in the Alps.-A Cataract.(1) Enter MANFred. It is not noon-the sunbow's rays (2) still arch (1) [This scene is one of the most poetical and most sweetly written in the poem. There is a still and delicious witchery in the tranquillity and seclusion of the place, and the celestial beauty of the being who reveals herself in the midst of these visible enchantments. — JEFFREY.] (2) This iris is formed by the rays of the sun over the lower part of the Alpine torrents: it is exactly like a rainbow come down to pay a visit, and so close that you may walk into it: this effect lasts till noon.- ["Before ascending the mountain, went to the torrent; the sun upon it, forming a rainbow of the lower part of all colours, but principally purple and gold; the bow moving as you move: I never saw any thing like this; it is only in the sunshine."-Swiss Journal.] |