Ros. Ah! have I then so long, so dearly loved thee; So often, with an elder brother's care, Thy childish rambles tended, shared thy sports; With boastful pride thine early rise beheld A second place, so I might serve with thee; To save his friend, for so they'll call me still; (Basil walks up and down in great agitation, then O blessed heaven, he weeps! (Runs up to him, and catches him in his arms.) O Basil! I have been too hard upon thee. And is it possible I've moved thee thus ? Bas. (in a convulsed, broken voice.) I will renounce I'll leave O my friend! my friend! I love thee now more than I ever loved thee. I must be cruel to thee to be kind: Each pang I see thee feel strikes through my heart; Then spare us both, call up thy noble spirit, And meet the blow at once. Thy troops are ready Let us depart, nor lose another hour. (Basil shrinks from his arms, and looks at him with somewhat of an upbraiding, at the same time a sorrowful look.) Bas. Thank heaven for this! I will be there anon. Ros. (taking hold of him.) Stay, stay, and do not be a madman still. Bas. Let go thy hold: what, must I be a brute, A very brute to please thee? no, by heaven! (Breaks from him, and EXIT.) Ros. (striking his forehead.) All lost again! ill fortune light upon her! (Turning eagerly to Isab.) And so thy virtuous mistress sends thee here To make appointments, honourable dame? Isab. Not so, my lord, you must not call it so: The court will hunt to-morrow, and Victoria Would have your noble general of her train. Ros. Confound these women, and their artful snares, Since men will be such fools! Isab. Yes, grumble at our empire as you willRos. What, boast ye of it? empire do ye call it? It is your shame! a short-lived tyranny, That ends at last in hatred and contempt. Isab. Nay, but some women do so wisely rule, Their subjects never from the yoke escape. Ros. Some women do, but they are rarely found. Bas. Nay, put me not to death upon the instant; There is not one in all your paltry court I'll see her once again, and then depart. Hath wit enough for the ungenerous task. Ros. See her but once again, and thou art ruin'd! 'Faith! of you all, not one, but brave Albini, It must not be if thou regardest me Bas. Well then, it shall not be. Thou hast no mercy! Ros. Ah! thou wilt bless me all thine after-life For what now seems to thee so merciless. Bas. (sitting down very dejectedly.) Mine afterlife! what is mine after-life? My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! And she disdains it-Good be with you, lady! (Going.) Isab. O would I could but touch that stubborn heart! How dearly should he pay for this hour's scorn! [EXEUNT severally. SCENE IV.-A SUMMER APARTMENT IN THE COUN TRY, THE WINDOWS OF WHICH LOOK TO A FOREST. Enter VICTORIA in a hunting dress, followed by ALBINI and ISABELLA, speaking as they enter. Vict. (to Alb.) And so you will not share our sport to-day? Alb. My days of frolic should ere this be o'er, I cannot hunt to-day. Vain, fanciful, and fond of worthless praise; Vict. I'll stay at home and nurse thee, dear Al- The sober dignity of virtue wear not, bini. Alb. No, no, thou shalt not stay. I cannot follow to the cheerful horn And such a 'witching mien thy follies show, Nay, but I will. And smile it to disgrace.— Not very sick. Alb. Vict. Nay, then I'll go, and soon return again. What shall I do with thee?—It grieves me much, O! I could hate her for that poor ambition Isab. Hark, hark! the shrill horns call us to the I felt the like-I did not feel it long: I hear it, and methinks e'en at the sound Isab. I tore it soon, indignant from my breast, [EXIT. SCENE V.-A VERY BEAUTIFUL GROVE IN THE Music and horns heard afar off, whilst huntsmen and Vict. (speaking to attendants without.) Lead on our horses to the further grove, And wait us there. (To Bas.) This spot so pleasing, and so fragrant is, Bas. O! I would quit the chariot of a god Alb. Fy! reigns that spirit still so strongly in For such delightful footing! thee, Which vainly covets all men's admiration, And is to others cause of cruel pain? O! would thou couldst subdue it! Vict. Vict. My gentle friend, thou shouldst not be The sunbeams on the bright'ning foliage play, severe : For now in truth I love not admiration As I was wont to do; in truth I do not. But yet, this once my woman's heart excuse, For there is something strange in this man's love, I never met before, and I must prove it. Alb. Well, prove it then, be stricken too thyself, And bid sweet peace of mind a sad farewell. And tinge the scaled bark with ruddy brown. Bas. As though an angel, in his upward flight, Vict. Still most unlike a garment; small and sever'd : (Turning round, and perceiving that he is gazing at her.) Vict. O no! that will not be! 'twill peace re- But thou regard'st them not. store : For after this, all folly of the kind Will quite insipid and disgusting seem; (Music heard without.) All good be with you! I'll return ere long. My most tormenting, and most pleasing charge! Bas. Ah! what should I regard, where should I gaze? For in that far shot glance, so keenly waked, | Far better do I learn how fair heaven is, Vict. Remember you have promised, gentle No more to vex me with such foolish words. Bas. Ah! wherefore should my tongue alone be When every look and every motion tell, (Victoria looks haughty and displeased.) Ah! pardon me, I know not what I say. Ah! frown not thus! I cannot see thee frown. I do repent me that I led thee here. But 'twas the favourite path of a dear friend: (Basil starts.) Bas. His favourite path-a friend-here arm in arm Bas. (looking after her for some time.) See with what graceful steps she moves along, (Clasping his hands, and raising them to his Her lovely form, in every action lovely! head.) Then there is such a one! If but the wind her ruffled garment raise, (Drooping his head, and looking distractedly Which adds new grace. Or should some small upon the ground.) Vict. I have, my lord, been wont to think it cheerful. mishap, Some tangled branch, her fair attire derange, The distant landscape; now methinks she walks Bas. I thought your highness meant to leave this With doubtful lingering steps-will she look spot? Vict. I do, and by this lane we'll take our way; For here he often walk'd with sauntering pace, And listen'd to the woodlark's evening song. Bas. What, must I on his very footsteps go: Vict. And is Count Basil so uncourtly grown, That dear, that loving friend of whom you spoke, I could weep o'er him now, shed blood for him! (Walks up and down with a hurried step, tossing Is it indeed your brother? back? Ah no! yon thicket hides her from my sight. From the army? Yes, my lord. Mess. Mess. Yes, conquer'd; taken the French king Vict. It is indeed: what thoughts disturb'd thee Who, like a noble, gallant gentleman, so? Fought to the last, nor yielded up his sword Bas. I will not tell thee; foolish thoughts they Till, being one amidst surrounding foes, Were I thy brother And yet methinks, I would I had a sister. His arm could do no more. Bas. What dost thou say? who is made pri- Mess. ears, I cannot catch their sense-the battle's o'er? The soft companion of thy hours to prove, Bas. They bravely fought, whilst we lay lingering O! what a fated blow to strike me thus ! Bas. Would I were laid a red, disfigured corse, Amid those heaps! they fought, and we were absent ! ACT V. SCENE I-A DARK NIGHT; NO MOON, BUT A FEW Bas. No sound is here: man is at rest, and I No streaming light doth from her chamber beam, (Walks about distractedly, then stops short.) And bless her still. All now is dark for me! Who sent thee here? Mess. Piscaro sent me to inform Count Basil, I will to quarters, narrow quarters go, [EXIT. Mess. I'll follow after him; he is distracted: And yet he looks so wild I dare not do it. Enter VICTORIA as if frightened, followed by ISABELLA. Vict. (to Isab.) Didst thou not mark him as he pass'd thee too? (Pauses for some time and looks upon the graves.) But I, like a vile outcast of my kind, In some lone spot must lay my unburied corse, Isab. I saw him pass, but with such hasty steps I The haunt of damned sprites. O cursed wretch! had no time. Vict. I met him with a wild disorder'd air, In furious haste; he stopp'd distractedly, And gazed upon me with a mournful look, In the fair and honour'd field shouldst thou have died, Where brave friends, proudly smiling through their tears, But pass'd away, and spoke not. Who art thou? Had pointed out the spot where Basil lay! (To the Messenger.) I fear thou art a bearer of bad tidings. (A light seen in Victoria's window.) But ha! the wonted, welcome light appears. Mess. No, rather good as I should deem it, How bright within I see her chamber wall! madam, Although unwelcome tidings to Count Basil. Our army hath a glorious battle won; Athwart it too, a darkening shadow moves, Ten thousand French are slain, their monarch cap- That drooping head? alas! is she in sorrow? tive. Vict. (to Mess.) Ah, there it is! he was not in Whose voice was gladness, and whose presence Mess. Nay, lady, by your leave, you seem not In some dark den from human sight conceal'd, 'Tis but the mournful breeze that passes by? (Pauses again, and gazes at the window, till the SCENE II.-A WOOD, WILD AND SAVAGE; AN ENTRY light disappears.) 'Tis gone, 'tis gone! these eyes have seen their last! The last impression of her heavenly form: Enter GEOFFRY from behind a tomb. Art thou from the grave? Geof. O my brave general! do you know me not? I am old Geoffry, the old maim'd soldier, Bas. Then go thy way, for thou art honourable: Thou hast no shame, thou need'st not seek the dark Like fall'n, fameless men. I pray thee go! Geof. Nay, speak not thus, my noble general! Ah! speak not thus! thou'rt brave, thou'rt honour'd still. Thy soldier's fame is far too surely raised Bas. Forbear, forbear! thy words but wring my Geof. O pardon me! I am old maim'd Geoffry. O! do not go! I've but one hand to hold thee. (Laying hold of Basil as he attempts to go away. Basil stops, and looks around upon him with softness.) Bas. Two would not hold so well, old honour'd Geof. Return, my lord; for love of blessed heaven, Seek not such desperate ways! where would you go? Bas. Does Geoffry ask where should a soldier go To hide disgrace? there is no place but one. (Struggling to get free.) Let go thy foolish hold, and force me not To do some violence to thy hoary headWhat, wilt thou not? nay, then it must be so. (Breaks violently from him, and EXIT.) Geof. Cursed feeble hand! he's gone to seek perdition! I cannot run. Where is that stupid hind? TO A CAVE, VERY MUCH TANGLED WITH BRUSH WOOD, IS SEEN IN THE BACKGROUND. THE TIME REPRESENTS THE DAWN OF MORNING. BASIL IS DISCOVERED STANDING NEAR THE FRONT OF THE STAGE, IN A THOUGHTFUL POSTURE, WITH A COUPLE OF PISTOLS LAID BY HIM ON A PIECE OF PROJECTING ROCK; HE PAUSES FOR SOME TIME. Bas. (alone.) What shall I be some few short moments hence? Why ask I now? who from the dead will rise Or some dread thing, man's wildest range of thought Be toss'd aloft through tracks of endless void, (Pauses.) Will the great God of mercy, mercy have It is too late to think-what must be, must be- Here is an entry to some darksome cave, I'll do it here. (Enters the cave and ExIT; a deep silence; then the report of a pistol is heard from the cave, and soon after, Enter Rosinberg, Valtomer, two Officers and Soldiers, almost at the same moment by different sides of the stage.) Ros. This way the sound did come. Valt. How came ye, soldiers? heard ye that report ? 1st Sol. We heard it, and it seem'd to come from hence, Which made us this way hie. Ros. A horrid fancy darts across my mind. (A groan heard from the cave.) (To Valt.) Ha! heard'st thou that? Valt. Methinks it is the groan of one in pain. (A second groan.) Ros. Ha! there again! |