Such a helter-skelter of prayers and sins! For sowing broadcast the seeds of crime, PRINCE HENRY. If from the outward man we judge the inner, A hopeless reprobate, a hardened sinner, LUCIFER. There is my German Prince again, And the lovesick girl, whose heated brain But it's a long road that has no turn! . I have also a part in the play. But first I must act to my heart's content And drive this motley flock of sheep Of a truth, it often provokes me to laugh And, to make up for not understanding the song, Singing it fiercely, and wild, and strong! PILGRIMS, chaunting. In hâc urbe, lux solennis, Do PRINCE HENRY. you observe that monk among the train, Who pours from his great throat the roaring bass, As a cathedral spout pours out the rain, ELSIE. It is the same who, on the Strasburg square, Preached to the people in the open air. PRINCE HENRY. And he has crossed o'er mountain, field, and fell, On that good steed, that seems to bear him well, The hackney of the Friars of Orders Gray, His own stout legs! He, too, was in the play, Both as King Herod and Ben Israel. Good morrow, Friar! FRIAR CUTHBERT. Good morrow, noble Sir! PRINCE HENRY. I speak in German, for, unless I err, You are a German. FRIAR CUTHBERT. I cannot gainsay you. But by what instinct, or what secret sign, Meeting me here, do you straightway divine That northward of the Alps my country lies? PRINCE HENRY. Your accent, like St. Peter's, would betray you, Did not your yellow beard and your blue eyes. Moreover, we have seen your face before, there, And saw you play the Rabbi with great skill, As if, by leaning o'er so many years To walk with little children, your own will FRIAR CUTHBERT. From the old monastery Of Hirschau, in the forest; being sent Upon a pilgrimage to Benevent, To see the image of the Virgin Mary, That moves its holy eyes, and sometimes speaks, And lets the piteous tears run down its cheeks, To touch the hearts of the impenitent. PRINCE HENRY. O, had I faith, as in the days gone by, That knew no doubt, and feared no mystery! LUCIFER, at a distance. Ho, Cuthbert! Friar Cuthbert! |