but I fear it And steadfastly; now tell me what thou seest? I see a dusk and awful figure rise, Like an infernal god, from out the earth; Robed as with angry clouds; he stands between Thyself and me — but I do fear him not. Man. Thou hast no cause - he shall not harm thee · but His sight may shock thine old limbs into palsy. I say to thee - Retire! Abbot. And I reply I did not send for him, he is unbidden. Abbot. Alas! lost mortal! what with guests like these Hast thou to do? I tremble for thy sake: Why doth he gaze on thee, and thou on him? Ah! he unveils his aspect: on his brow The thunder-scars are graven; from his eye Man. Pronounce what is thy mission? Come! Abbot. What art thou, unknown being? answer! — speak! Spirit. The genius of this mortal. - Come! 't is time. The power which summons me. Man. Who sent thee here? Come! come! I have commanded Things of an essence greater far than thine, And striven with thy masters. Get thee hence! Spirit. Then I must summon up my brethren. - Rise! [Other spirits rise up. Abbot. Avaunt! ye evil ones! -Avaunt! I say, Ye have no power where piety hath power, And I do charge ye in the name Spirit. Old man! We know ourselves, our mission, and thine order; It were in vain: this man is forfeited. Is ebbing from me, yet I do defy ye; Nor will I hence, while I have earthly breath Spirit. Reluctant mortal! Is this the Magian who would so pervade Art thus in love with life? the very life Man. Thou false fiend, thou liest! penance - daring And length of watching — strength of mind — and skill In knowledge of our fathers - when the earth Saw men and spirits walking side by side, Spurn back, and scorn ye! Spirit. Have made thee Man. But thy many crimes What are they to such as thee? Must crimes be punish'd but by other crimes, A torture which could nothing gain from thine: And its own place and time-its innate sense, Born from the knowledge of its own desert. Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me; My own hereafter. - Back, ye baffled fiends! Abbot. [The Demons disappear. Alas! how pale thou art - thy lips are white And thy breast heaves Pray-albeit but in thought, —but die not thus. Give me thy hand. Man. Old man! 't is not so difficult to die. [MANFRED expires DYING SPEECH OF THE DOGE OF (MARINO FALIERO, Act v. Scene 3.) I SPEAK to Time and to Eternity, Of which I grow a portion, not to man. I hasten, let my voice be as a spirit Upon you! Ye blue waves! which bore my banner, And fill'd my swelling sails as they were wafted I perish, but not unavenged; far ages And show these eyes, before they close, the doom When she, who built 'gainst Attila a bulwark, - Shedding so much blood in her last defence |