My injuries came down on those who loved me— On those whom I best loved: I never 26 quelled 85. An enemy, save in my just defence 27 embrace was fatal. But my Heaven give thee rest! And penitence restore thee to thyself: Man. I need them not, But can endure thy pity. I depart 90. 'Tis time-farewell!-Here's gold and thanks for thee: No words-it is thy due.-Follow me not, I know my path-the 28 mountain peril's past ; Byron's "Manfred." Manfred, a nobleman living in the Bernese Alps in Switzerland, oppressed with remorse for some secret crime, is in the act of committing suicide by springing from a cliff when a chamois hunter, who chances to be near, darts forward, seizes him, and leads him to his cottage. They are at the cottage door, Manfred purposing to return Feudal or home, when the scene begins. 2 Matters not. 3 Dress. 4 Walk. Manner of going. 5 Line of ancestors. 6 Feudal retainers, holding their lands under an obligation to follow their lord to war. allodial tenures, as they were called, subsisted in out-of-the-way parts of the north of Europe long after they were abolished elsewhere. 7 Look, aspect, courage. 8 Rivers of ice. 9 Empty air, which he fills with the dreadful creatures of his imagination. 10 What thou hast suffered. Whatever it may be that thou dreadest and that thou hast suffered. 11 Priests. 12 Beings doomed to die, that is, human beings made of the same clay as thyself, 13 Of the same kind as thou art, but a different order or sort of being. 14 The Swiss patriot, who according to the story rescued his native district from the tyranny of the House of Austria. He it was who, when ordered to do so, shot the apple off his son's head, without hurting him. Tell's chapel stands on the spot, by the Lake of Lucerne, where his boat is said to have landed after a storm. 15 The spasmodic starting of disease. 16 The meaning of these two lines is, that after death I must go into empty space and live for ever, still retaining my own consciousness or knowledge of myself, and alway longing for death but never dying. 17 Life is measured by the number of years we have lived. 18 Some acts are so important that they are equal to periods of years. 19 Particles which cannot be divided. 20 Sickly. 21 Grafted on, as it were, and growing out of thine innocent thoughts, as a scion or young shoot out of the stock in which it has been inserted. 22 The dangers of chamois hunting lend a dignity or distinction to the toils of it. 23 Inscription on a tomb. 24 Endure even to dream of without dying of the terror of it. 25 Worked, inflicted vengeance. 26 Destroyed. 27 It was not my enmity against those who opposed me, but my affection for those who loved me-my relatives— which did such mischief. 28 No fear of my attempting to commit suicide again. 1 HELENA AND HERMIA. (SPECIALLY ADAPTED FOR GIRLS.) Lysander. Stay, gentle Helena! hear my excuse : My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena! Helena. O excellent! Hermia. Sweet, do not scorn her so. Demetrius. 2 If she cannot entreat, I can compel. Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat: Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers. Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do : I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Dem. I say I love thee more than he can do. 5 Seem to break loose; take on, as you would follow; But yet come not: you are a tame man, go! Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent! Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change is this, Sweet love? Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out! Out, loathed medicine! O hated 7 potion, hence! Her. Do you not jest? Hel. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you. Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. Dem. I would I had your bond; for I perceive A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word. Lys. What! should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. Her. What can you do me greater harm than hate? Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love? Am I not Hermia? Are not you Lysander? I am as fair now, as I was 9 erewhile. Since night, you loved me; yet, since night you left me: Why, then you left me (O, the gods forbid !) In earnest, shall I say? Lys. Ay, by my life; And never did desire to see thee more. Therefore be 10 out of hope, of question, of doubt; That I do hate thee, and love Helena. Her. me!-you som! You thief of love! what, have you come by night, And stol'n my love's heart from him? Hel. Fine, i' faith! Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, game. i5 that way goes the Now I perceive that she hath made compare How low am I, thou 17 painted maypole? speak ; But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, Let her not hurt me: I was never 18 curst; I have no gift at all in 19 shrewishness; I am a right maid for my cowardice; Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think, That I can match her. Her. Lower! hark, again. Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. I evermore did love you, Hermia, Did ever keep your counsels, never wronged you; I told him of your stealth unto this wood. Let me go: You see how simple and how 20 fond I am. |