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One were enough; then wonder not that I
Old man! I do respect
Think me not churlish; I would spare thyself,
Far more than me, in shunning at this time
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,
MANFRED and HERMAN.
Her. My lord, you bade me wait on you at sunset:
He sinks behind the mountain.
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!
Even as our outward aspects;-thou dost rise,
He is gone:
The Mountains-The Castle of Manfred at some distance -A Terrace before a Tower.-Time, Twilight.
HERMAN, MANUEL, and other Dependants of
Her. 'Tis strange enough; night after night, for years,
To draw conclusions absolute, of aught
One chamber where none enter; I would give
Content thyself with what thou know'st already.
And couldst say much; thou hast dwelt within the
How many years is 't?
Ere Count Manfred's birth,
I served his father, whom he nought resembles.
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.
Beshrew the hour,
But those were jocund times! I would that such
As if they had forgotten them.
Relate me some to while away our watch:
Which happen'd hereabouts, by this same tower.
So like that it might be the same; the wind
The lady Astarte, his
Hush! who comes here?
Enter the ABBOT.
Abbot. Where is your master?
Abbot. I must speak with him.
Yonder in the tower.
He is most private, and must not be thus
The forfeit of my fault, if fault there be-
This eve already.
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