One were enough; then wonder not that I Abbot. Yet, hear me still- Old man! I do respect Think me not churlish; I would spare thyself, Far more than me, in shunning at this time [Exit MANFRED. Abbot. This should have been a noble creature: he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as it is, It is an awful chaos-light and darkness And mind and dust-and passions and pure thoughts, [Exit ABBOT. SCENE II. Another Chamber. MANFRED and HERMAN. Her. My lord, you bade me wait on you at sunset: He sinks behind the mountain. Man. I will look on him. Doth he so? [MANFRED advances to the Window of the Hall. Glorious Orb! the idol Of early nature, and the vigorous race Of undiseased mankind, the giant sons (4) More beautiful than they, which did draw down Which gladden'd, on their mountain tops, the hearts Who chose thee for his shadow! Thou chief star! Centre of many stars! which mak'st our earth And hearts of all who walk within thy rays! To whom the gifts of life and warmth have been I follow. [Exit MANFRED. SCENE III. The Mountains-The Castle of Manfred at some distance HERMAN, MANUEL, and other Dependants of Her. 'Tis strange enough; night after night, for years, So have we all been oft-times; but from it, Manuel. "Twere dangerous; Content thyself with what thou know'st already. Her. Ah! Manuel! thou art elderly and wise, And couldst say much; thou hast dwelt within the castle How many years is 't? Manuel. Ere Count Manfred's birth, I served his father, whom he nought resembles. Manuel. I speak not Of features or of form, but mind and habits: A warrior and a reveller; he dwelt not Merrier than day; he did not walk the rocks From men and their delights. Her. Beshrew the hour, But those were jocund times! I would that such As if they had forgotten them. Manuel. These walls Must change their chieftain first. Oh! I have seen Her. Come, be friendly; Relate me some to while away our watch: I've heard thee darkly speak of an event Which happen'd hereabouts, by this same tower. So like that it might be the same; the wind Hush! who comes here? VOL. III. F Enter the ABBOT. Abbot. Where is your master? Abbot. I must speak with him. Manuel. Yonder in the tower. 'Tis impossible; He is most private, and must not be thus The forfeit of my fault, if fault there be- Her. This eve already. Abbot. Thou hast seen him once Herman! I command thee, Knock, and apprize the Count of my approach. Man. The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains.-Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face |