Which shares the nature of th' eternal mind? Sleeps that in dust? Are guilt's convulsive pangs, That oft in death begin to wake their horrours, All hush'd in death? Who can demonstrate this? Ah, this wrings confession ev'n from obstinacy, That death which brings foul guilt along with it May bring no rest. Who flies from life confesses He flies from something that appears so dreadful, He dares not face it. Is it guilt or virtue That thus shrinks back and trembles at to morrow? Yes, this is meanness, and alone regards Its selfish ease; virtue is never leagued
With its base dictates. Is it then such meanness To fly that point where pain and anguish shower Their burning arrows! Oh distraction, where, Where am I lost, each feeling longs for death, But death invited by a coward's guilt. Oh Hell
to live, perhaps to die to morrow On an assassin's knife
Ha, what ungracious foot
King. Strike it home then. [Dropping his spear. Ray. What, I attack thee guardless! I attack thee Like an assassin!-No-Prostrate, yet awful, My country meets my view. Alas, vain man! Thou thinkest that Bourbon's fled- -The cruel sword [o'er thee; Of Bourbon hangs like Heaven's own vengeance Hangs o'er the land that gave my father birth. And I, no more her soldier, must stand by, Like palsied age, and see my country bleed. Yet tyrant as thou art, yet thou her king, May'st save my country: live then, haughty plun- derer!
And be thy own stung heart my wrongs revenger. My wrongs-Valois, I fly thee ere my wrongs Burst into raging madness- [Exit Raymond.
King. How dreadful is the frown of injur'd merit! Not Heaven's red lightning volley'd at my head Could thus have aw'd me. Death! and did I tremble Before the daring traitor! Ample vengeance
Disturbs these shades! O fury, vengeance fire me, Shall yet atone-His crime against my royalty My murderer!
Enter the KING armed with a boar spear.
Indignant Heaven, proud tyrant,
Has sent thee here to pour its vengeance on thee. Thou com'st to rouse the boar in this lone thicket; But thou hast found a wounded lion here. Now shall my sword-
King. Off, sacrilegious peasant,
And dread thy fate for daring to approach My sacred person.
Ray. Oh indignity!
Is black unmanly lurking cruelty,
Is dark adultery sacred? But my sword Shall do me right.
King. Thee right! base slave, thy king did never wrong thee. [Raymond? Ray. And know'st thou not the deeply injur'd King. Oh mercy, Heav'n!
Ray. Does thy deep guilt unman thee? The wrongs which thou hast basely heap'd upon me, To me unking thee. Thou art now to me But duke of Valois, I a peer thine equal, In all but guilt thy equal; there thou art, As the vile worm, below me- -Ha, where now The eye that scowl'd like Jove's!-but guard thy heart. [guardless, Though thou hast stabb'd my heart when it was And glowing in thy service, yet I feel I cannot be so base as do thee justice; My wrongs demand, while thou stand'st like a sa- Yielding and trembling. [crifice
King. Thy wrongs shall have full justice. Ray. Yes, by Heaven!
This sword shall have it.
Thy power, thy titles, all thy pageant tinsel, The indignant hand of reason shuffles by, And shows, in the true colours of thy mind, Thy naked self- -Ah, blushing honour turns
From that poor sight- -Good Heaven! and is my sword
Now pointed at the man it lately guarded? I cannot view myself but every part Wakes the remembrance of my loyalty.
This breast, this faithful breast, where thou hast planted
The thorns of Hell, is furrow'd with the wounds Receiv'd for thee. Away, this milkiness; My wrongs, my wrongs, cry vengeance!
Shall now give full possession to my love.
Your crown your life-the haughty rebel Has meant no flight. From the surrounding woods He pours his legions, like a sudden flood Bursting upon us.
King. Tenfold vengeance strike him! And must this sacred hour be stain'd and blighted By his dire treason? But my tenfold fury Shall thunder on his crest.
Enter LORD ADMIRAL hastily with attendants. Lord Adm. O to the camp, my liege, Our troops are all in tumult and dismay, And on the step to fly. Each common soldier Reminds his fellow of old prophecies, [bon And wizard-rhymes, which say, the house of Bour- Shall wear the crown of France.
King. Bring me my steed, [To the attendants. And bid our trumpets sound to arms, to battle. Lord Adm. "T is echoed through the camp, that
Behold these lofty towers, these lordly forests, And these wide lawns, my Guise-these shall re- ward thee. [Pointing to the castle, &c. Raymond lurks near-and be it thine to seize him! But hide the deed from the bewitching fair one. Her, swift to Fountainbleau, howe'er reluctant, With smoothest art and kindest mien convey. The royal promise grants thee these domains; These bands obey thy nod.
Guise. These deeds, my liege,
Fierce Raymond seiz'd, and fair Erminia thine, Shall crown the triumph of thy victory. [Exeunt.
That bound the forest on the western edge: But other toils will soon demand the field: The van of Bourbon's host draws on to battle. The camp is ali in tumult, and the king Prepares to meet him.
[something Ray. Now, now, my heart: oh how it pants for That might relieve it. That poor wildfire, reason, Mocks me; it glimmers now on this side, now Flits to the other, ever vanishing
As I approach it! What an awful gloom Surrounds me! not a choice left to my action, Not one my heart approves. Dreadful condition! Where every principle that stirs within me Burns to act nobly, yet some act of meanness, Turn where I will, of madness or of meanness, Obtrudes upon me! a stern judge that never Will pardon me, myself, bids me beware
Ron. Away these doubts: when prudence weighs an action,
Her cold blood slumbers o'er it till the time Of action flies. Your awful sword was brandish'd At the king's breast. I saw him join his bands. I heard your fate pronounc'd. This is the moment To shun the dreadful scaffold. Let the rage Of injur'd honour guide you: mark the tyrant, And meet him in the flight with sword to sword, And leave the event to Heaven.
Pour Hell's black shades. But speak the word, my Then let her die.
Kay. O God! the dreadful issue My thoughts avoided-Let her die! What horrid ruin hast thou brought on me! Yes; let her die—
Ron. Now at the chase we 'll find her. Hark! 't is the horn: the chase draws near. Amidst His triumph, heavy shall our vengeance fall.
Ray. Then shall my trampled honour yet erase My name's disgrace, and tear hot-breath'd pollution From its rank soil; then shall th' exulting tyrant, Amid the triumph of his pride, behold
His lustful bed chang'd for her ghastly shroud. Horrour now has steel'd me:
Yes, I could smile, then drop the yearning tear, To see Erminia breathless at my feet. But to behold her in th' adulterer's bed, To see her but in fancy there--O Hell, It strikes with madness!
Ron. We'll tear her thence, my lord. Ray. My hand shall strike the blow: no other Shall touch her faithless breast. I cannot leave That dreadful office to another's rage. Yes; I shall drop the tear in luxury Of raging grief, and kiss the hands that mangle Her faithless bosom. O my friends, how lovely, How flush'd with ev'ry graceful seeming virtue, Shone my Erminia! and shall this handOh burning anguish! still the dear idea Obtrudes upon me, when each happy moment Led on another happier, till at last Came one curst hour, and darken'd all the rest, And lost the world to me.
Bram. Heard you that echo?
It is the huntsman's voice: the chase turns hither. Ron. Then stand to arms.
Ray. And thus an happy death
May close my woes. But should I fall, my wish Unsatisfy'd, by all your dearest hopes,
Oh soothe my ghost, and blast the tyrant's revels! Ron. I swear, my lord, my sword waits the fair time. [Exit Ronsard.
Bram. And mine, my lord.
Ray. Oh, my friends, indulge me!
I have been rudely waken'd from a dream Of more than human bliss and ecstasy, To all the horrours of the madman's cell. Heaven try'd on me what bliss a man could know, But gave the keeping of it to a woman; And that false-hearted woman has betray'd it To one who boasts of faithlessness to woman; To one who holds the character of woman Worthless and vain; despising what he conquers. O I could weep for that unhappy man Whose heart's sole treasure is embark'd in woman; Just when he thinks his halcyon days are come, When on the smooth calm tide of life his joys Securely glide, poor man, what storms rush in, What dreadful ruin! and ob cruel wound! He feels that flaunting baseness, thinly gilded
With gallantry, gay trifling, oaths, and flattery, Have had more graceful charms than all his merit. Alas, this is but weeping for myself! What now, brave youth?
[Ronsard re-enters hastily. Ron. The moment sacred to thy injur'd honour Is now on wing.—The royal camp
Is all in tumult: thither the king has sped; The ladies with the huntsmen chase the deer On yon nigh dale: ere now by the forests edge May we surprise them, and achieve our purpose. Ray. My spirit rises as the dreadful hour; Rises in horrour!
Ron. Righteous Heaven, my lord, Itself is party in our just attempt, And on my sword, I swear-
Bram. And on my sword, I swear,
All that an old man's wither'd arm can do, This arm shall do! I will not boast, my lord; [ly. Yet still there's warm blood here that shall flow free- Ray. From yonder dark brow'd glade the pros- pect opens
In wide extent. Thither with speed, my friends. Ron And mark the lady in the silk of white, Arm'd like the sylvan goddess of the chase, With bow and quiver—
Kay. Hah! the false Erminia
Ron. Erminia's graceful port, and noble mien Seem'd to adorn her; but the distance veil'd Her smiles accurs'd-
Ray. Horrour now strengthens me. Eternal justice, be my sword thy minister, To pour thy vengeance on triumphing guilt! Yes; Heaven's own vengeance points my thirsty sword.
Hither with speed, my friends!
Coldly glides through me! like a lurking felon Must I approach my castle, while the robbers Revel within- -Oh parent Heaven, how awful What now I feel! that solemn pleasing dread Unspeakable! the grave's chill invitation
Sent to the good man's heart when verging on it. That unnam'd touch, which man, ordain'd to live, Did never feel, now thrills me: and inspiring A drear affection for the darksome gulf, Whose shore was never seen by human eye, Shows smiling peace prepar'd to waft me through. Bram. When grief's hot fever has burn'd out its Comes melancholy, and with gentle hand [rage Throws a soft slumber o'er the weary'd passions; And then, while reason sleeps, bending the vigour Of manly action down, through mournful shades Of listless pleasing woe, she impious leads The dreamful fancy.--Thus, my lord, she leads The touch you feel is melancholy's soothing: But rouse your nobler temper to the deeds Your honour and your wrongs impose upon you. Kay. Yes, I will rouse me▬▬ -Hark! the sounds Struggle on the forest's edge-
Disturbs the tyrant's revels; and on speed Comes Ronsard-
Ron. Deeper to the cave, my lord, Let us retire
Ray. Say, where my joyful traitress?
Ron. Just when I mark'd her party, and the route, The hounds pursued, the shout of Bourbon's army Echo'd along the dales, and his bold van
Gave their first thunder. Instant o'er the downs, Raging as burning Hercules, the king
Led forth his trembling host. In wild dismay The hunters fled, some to the castle, some Plung'd into the wood-
Ray. Oh Heaven, and is my vengeance, And thy dread justice, yet again delay'd!
Ron. Erminia's party to the castle sped: There may we seize her. Let one little hour But half expire, then will the battle rage In its full strength; then may our purpose fear Wayward delay no more--
Bram. Hah, 't is the sound
Of horsemen rushing through the neighbouring Retire, my lord; a price is on your blood. Ere to full meeting flame the battle rise, I'll arm your faithful servants to assist Our honour's cause---
May Bourbon triumph!--Lord Admiral, thy bat- Shall reinforce my Guise to guard the fair one, For whom my crown now trembles on my head. Guise. Be confident; our zeal shall be successful. Lord Adm. Oh to the field, my liege King. Yes; there the astonish'd dastards Require my rage to fire them-- Oh Raymond, had 1 now a general As brave, as honest!-Heavens, am I thus reduced? No; this is mine——— [Drawing his sword. -to this I'll trust my kingdoms. Guise. And wonted victory attend that sword! [Exit King. Lord Adm. Now, now, my lord, our power ex- pires or triumphs;
[of tumult Our hope's sole anchor is not yet secur'd:
Erm. Oh fly, ye gloomy hours! what boding
Rests on these moments
Eem. "T is the busy working
Of fear's keen lively sense that leads your thoughts Through waking dreams, where jealous terrour shifts The dim illusive scenery.
Erm. Fear and terrour
Become my lorn condition well--Ere yet The matin bell has toll'd its holy summons, The impious tyrant may perhaps for ever Divorce the noble Raymond from my arms.
Oh Heaven protect him from my loath'd betrayers! On give me back my husband-
Eem. Utmost prudence, lady,
Becomes us now: Bramville will soon relieve Thy load of woes. Again I'll urge his coming. [She dismisses the Page.
O yield not thus to unavailing passion! Alas, a fever of the sickly mind
O'erpowers thee, lady! hear thy weeping friend,
Yield me the poniard.
Erm. Yield my honour's safeguard!
No; by my wrongs
Eem. Oh Heaven, bethink thee, lady, What vain repentance may for ever weep O'er one rash moment.
Erm. Yes; no vain repentance
Shall weep my honour's stain; with impious rage The tyrant burns; but this, perhaps, shall change The fatal object that impassions him Into a form of horrour; or perhaps,
So guide me Heaven,-shall reek in his hot breast. This, this were worthy gallant Raymond's spouse, And not a coward's flight-
A coward's flight, through self-given death, but ill Becomes the mind that feels its dignity In vigorous health, and smiles upon itself. And mine with joy reviews each wish, each thought That ere liv'd here—— [Concealing a dagger. Eem. While Bramville tarries, lady, Yon shepherd's bower, where o'er the verdant bank The roses and the woodbine emulate
The pinks and cowslips of the floor below; Yon bower invites us to its safe retreat. Erm. Oh Bramville, Bramville, speed thee!this delay [They retire. Ill suits that generous friendly warmth which marks Thy hoary age—— [The scene closes.
SCENE IV. A glade in a wood.
Enter RAYMOND, Bramville, and armed peasants.
Bram. Your faithful servants offer Their lives, my lord, to give your wish success. This is the moment: on the field the king
Now greets the foe with dreadful salutation,
Ray. Then on my friends-Good Heaven, why shake my knees With sudden faltering! why this chilly tremour!
That never seiz'd me in the eve of battle! Oh judge not you, who never felt my passion; Ye leaden-hearted herd, whose cold base temper Takes no impression but of sordid stamp, Judge not my feelings--Oh Erminia !
Go I to murder thee!-Oh horrour! horrour! Yet Heaven's own justice fires me.
Enter RONSARd in haste.
The other glade-Here rests my traitress-→→→→ To this dread scene
Bram. Gladly I turn, my lord,
From such sad view
O gracious Heaven prevent [Exit Bram. Ray. Ah, whence this sudden gloom which shoots athwart
Whate'er offends thee
The conscious forest! As if wailing ghosts Were gliding through the trembling leaves, the sigh Glides sullen on. 'T is nature's conscious horrour When the stern robber holds his impious feast, Bought with the wretchedness of innocence, Oh cruel Francis, what unfeeling heart Rages in thy dark bosom! Oh inhuman! Hast thou no pang that whispers what I feel? Canst thou sit down and grossly feast thy appetite, Whilst the just master of the plunder'd banquet, Stabb'd by thy knife, lay bleeding in thy sight! Oh Heaven, I could not do it—but thou stern ty-
Save thee from deepest woes, my injur'd Raymond. Ray. Spare thee! for whom! for the adulterer's arms!
No; by my wrongs-This for thy faithless heart. [She faints. Hah, do I grasp my traitress! rousing vengeance May now atone-Yet let me one dread moment Contemplate that fair face, where once all Heaven Open'd its smiles upon me- -Ab, how woeful! What energy of deepest penitence
[Drops his sword. Tells its severe distress in these pale features! Yes; these are virtue's looks, when generous virtue Bares her repenting bosom to the darts Of terrible remorse——
How pure the innocence that once was thine! That was, but is not now-And art thou now My horrour, freezing my blood at touch of thee. O gracious powers, what anguish trembles there On these pale lips of death! Yes; every feature Speaks innocence betray'd--Sure angels wept When thou--Oh fallen! Oh lost Erminia Yet wake and tell me--
Erm. Canst thou weep for me! Oh generous Raymond, how was I betray'd! Yet, ob forgive my ashes when the dust- Yet, while I live, oh take, for pity snatch me Far from my loath'd betrayer's hateful arms. Ray From thy loath'd betrayer! Erm. Yes; O witness Heaven!
I was betray'd to view thee as resolv'd On my destruction, and that all your love Was turn'd to raging hatred.
Ray. And, oh horrour!
O'erwhelm thy speech, in woman's blind revenge Gave all-But turn your eyes to Heaven-[He lifts and brandishes his sword.
Erm: Yet hear, My lord, my husband hear me; death will then, If thou canst give it, death will then be all My heart can wish-
Ray. Heaven's! can I hope- Erm. Oh! couldst thou yet
Forgive, and love me.
Ray. Haste, speak, though thy words
Strike me with death.
From Hell's deep gulf methinks I spring to Heaven! Erminia spotless to my arms restor❜d!
Eem. Yet fly not hence: as fiercest beasts of prey, The cruel fugitives of either host Pour round the forest edge
Erm. O generous Raymond!
What rapturous burst of ecstasy o'erpowers thee To hear my innocence! Yes; all thy rage Was love; an endless theme of love through all Our future smiling days.
Ray. Ah! what dire borrours [ger? Have torn thy gentle breast-But why this dag- Erm. I left the chase in trust to fly to thee, And lest the loath'd betrayer might surprise me, This should perhaps have recompens'd his crimes. Now I resign it-
Eem. To my care--Ah, madam
[Receives the dagger. Ray. Oh, my Erminia! this shall ever make My love a generous debtor with itself Displeas'd, for never can its zeal repay Thy matchless virtues
Erm. O my lord, my lord——
Enter GUISE and armed attendants.
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