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If there be atoms of him left, or even
His stature is twelve cubits; would you so far of the more solid gold that form d his urn. Outstep these times, and be a Titan? Or Arn. Who was this glory of mankind ?
(To talk canonically) was a son Stran.
The shame Of Anak ? Of Greece in peace, her thunderbolt in war
Why not? Demetrius the Macedonian, and
I love thee most in dwarfs! A mortal of
Philistine stature would have gladly pared
But thou, my manikin, wouldsı soar a show (The shade of Demetrius Poliorcetes vanishes: Rather than hero. Thou shalt be indulged, another rises.
If such be thy desire; and yet, by being
I'll fit you still, A little less removed from present inen
In figure, thou canst sway them more; for all
A new-found mammoth ; and their cursed engines,
Through our friend's armour there, with greater ease Str n.
I must commend Than the adulterer's arrow though his heel,
Arn. Then let it be as thou deem'st best. Of rich Pactolus, rolld o’er sands of gold,
Stran. Thou shalt be beauteous as the thing thou Soften'd by intervening crystal, and
seest, Rippled like flowing waters by the wind,
And strong as what it was, andAll vow'd to Sperchius as they were-behold them! Arn.
I ask not
For valour, since deformity is daring.(1)
By heart and soul, and make itself the equalWith some remorse wilhin for Hector slain
Ay, the superior of the rest. There is
For stepdame Nature's avarice at first.
And oft, like Timour the lame Tartar, win them. Arn.
Stran. Well spoken! And thou doubtless wilt As if I were his soul, whose forin shall soon
remain Envelop mine.
Form'd as thou art. I may dismiss the mould Stran. You have done well. The greatest of shadow, which must turn to flesh, to incase Deformity should only barter with
This daring soul, which could achieve no less The extremest beauty, if the proverb's true
Without it. Of mortals, that extremes meet.
Arn. Had no power presented me Arn.
Come! Be quick! The possibility of change, I would
Have done the best which spirit may to make
lis way with all deformity's dull, deadly, Before her glass. You both see what is not, Discouraging weight upon me, like a mountain, But dream it is what must be.
In feeling, on my heart as on my shouldersArn.
Must I wait?
A hateful and unsightly molehill 10 Stran. No; that were pity. But a word or lwo: The eyes of happier man. I would have look'd
(1) “Whosoever," says Lord Bacon," hath any thing fixed in they may al pleasure despise: and it layeth their competitors bis person that doth induce contempt, hath also a perpetual spur and emulators a sleep, as never believing they should be in posin bimself to rescue and deliver himself from scorn; therefore, sibility of advancement till they see them in possession: so that all desormed persons are extreme bold; first, as in their own de- upon the malter, in a great wil, deformity is an advantage lo sence, as being exposed to scorn, but in process of lime by a rising." Essay 1v.- E.
general habit: also it stirreth in them industry, and specially of "lis chief incentive, wlien a boy, to distinction was that ibis kind, to watch and observe the weakness of others, that mark of deformity on his person, by an acute sense of which he they may have somewhat lo repay. Again, in their superiors, was first stung into the ambition of being great.” Moors. it quencheth jealousy lowards them, as persons that they think
On beauty in that sex which is the type
I have done so.
And what shall I wcar ?
Less will content me;
Your aspect is
If I chose,
Even so. [The Stranger takes some earth and moulds
it along the turf, and then addresses the
Of Thetis's boy!
Whose grass grows o'er Troy:
Thy likeness I stiape,
Whose actions I ape,
Till the rose in his chcek
It wears its first streak!
Now turn into eyes!
Of blood take the guise !
Be his long flowing hair,
As thou wavest in air!
I tear from the rock!
Of birds on yon oak!
Of mould, in which grew
And drank the best dew!
Which clay can compound,
On earth lo be found!
Be mingled and stirr'd,
And leap to my word!
This earth's animation !
His stand in creation !
the shape of Achilles, which rises from the ground; while the phantom has disappeared, part by part, as the figure was
furined from the earth.
beloved! Oh life!
Who cares? Let wolves
(1) Adam means "red earth," from which the first inan was formed
They do, and are not scared by it, you 'll say
When Heaven with the world hath done: It must be peace-time, and no better fare
Fire! assist me to renew
Life in what lies in my view
Stiff and cold!
His resurrection rests with me and you! Stran. That's ungracious,
One little marshy spark of flameIf not ungrateful. Whatsoe'er it be,
And he again shall seem the same; It hath sustain'd your soul full many a day.
But I his spirit's place shall bold ! Arn. Ay, as the dunghill may conceal a gem (An ignis-fatuus flits through the wood and Which is now set in gold, as jewels should he.
rests on the brow of the body. The Stranger Stran. But if I give another form, it must be
disappears: the body rises. By fair exchange, pot robbery. For they
Arn. (in his new form.) Oh! horrible! Who make men without women's aid have long Stran. (in ARNOLD's late shape.) What! IremHad patents for the same, and do not love
blest thou? Your interlopers. The devil may take men,
To the world of shadows. You have quitled.
But let us thread the present. Whither wilt thou? Arn. Who would do so ?
Arn. Must thou be my companion ?
That I know not,
Wherefore not? And therefore I must.
Your betters keep worse company.
My belters! Stran.
I said it ere
Stran. Oh! you wax proud, I see, of your new You inhabited your present dome of beauty.
form: Arn. True. I forget all things in the new joy I'm glad of that. Ungrateful too! That's well. Of this immortal change.
You improve apace; two changes in an instant, Stran.
In a few moments And you are old in the world's ways already. I will be as you were, and you shall see
But bear with me: indeed you 'll find me useful Yourself for ever by you, as your shadow. Upon your pilgrimage. But conie, pronounce Arn. I would be spared this.
Where shall we now be errant?
Where the world
Its workings. Arn.
Do as thou wilt.
Stran. That's to say, where there is war Stran. (to the late form of ARNOLD, extended and woman in activity. Let's see! on the earth.)
Spain-Italy—the new Allantic world-
Afric, with all its Moors. In very truth,
Tugging as usual at each other's hearts.
Arn. I have heard great things of Rome.
A goodly choice-
And scarce a better to be found on earth,
Of the old Vandals, are at play along
Shall we proceed ?
Like gallants, on good coursers. Fire! the only element
What ho! my chargers ! Never yet were better,
Save the worm which dieth not, Our pages too!
Enter two Pages, with four coal-black horses.
A noble sight!
A nobler breed. Match me in Barbary,
Nor pause at the brook's side to drink; Or your Kochlini race of Araby,
In the race he will not pant,
In the combat he 'll not faint;
Only flying with his feet:
Mount, my lord : And will not such a voyage be sweet? They and I are your servitors.
Merrily! merrily! never unsound, seround! Arn.
Shall our bonny black horses skim over the Our dark-eyed pages—what may be their names ? From the Alps to the Caucasus, ride we, or fly! Stran You shall baptize them.
For we'll leave them behind in the glance of an eye. Arn.
What! in holy water? (They mount their horses, and disappear.
ARNOLD and CÆSAR.
I'll call him
Ay; but my path Like to the lovely boy lost in the forest,
Has been o'er carcasses: mine eyes are full And never found till now. And for the other Of blood. And darker, and more thoughtful, who smiles not, Cæs. Then wipe them, and see clearly. Why! Bul looks as serious though serene as night, Thou art a conqueror; the chosen knight He shall be Memnon, from the Ethiop king And free companion of the gallant Bourbon, Whose stalue lurns a harper once a-day.
Late constable of France: and now to be And you ?
Lord of the city which hath been earth's lord Stran. I have ten thousand names, and twice Under its emperors, and-changing sex, As many attributes; but as I wear
Not sceptre, an hermaphrodite of empireA human shape, will take a human name.
Lady of the old world. Arn. More human than the shape (though it was Arn.
How old? What! are there I trust.
[mine once) New worlds ? Stran. Then call me Cæsar.
Cæs. To you. You 'll find there are such shortly, Arn.
Why, that name By its rich harvests, new disease, and gold; Belongs to empires, and has been but borne From one half of the world named a whole new one, By the world's lords.
Because you know no better than the dull Stran.
And therefore fittest for And dubious notice of your eyes and ears. The devil in disguise-since so you deem me,
Arn. I'll trust them. Unless you call me pope instead.
Do! they will deceive you sweetly, Arn.
Well, then, And that is belter than the biller truth. Caesar thou shalt be. For myself, my name
Devil! "Count Arnold:"it hath no ungracious sound, Cæs.
Yoar obedient humble servant. And will look well upon a billet-doux.
Arn. Say master rather. Thou hast lured me on, Arn. Or in an order for a battle-field.
Through scenes of blood and lust, till I am here. Cæs. (sings.)
Cies. And where wouldst thou be? To horse! to horse! my coal-black steed
Oh, at peace-in peace! Paws the ground and snuffs the air!
Cæs. And where is that which is so? From the star There's not a foal of Arab's breed
To the winding worm, all life is motion; and More knows whom he must bear;
In life commotion is the extremest point On the hill he will not tire,
Of life. The planet wheels till it becomes Swifter as it waxes higher;
A comet, and destroying as it sweeps In the marsh he will not slacken,
The stars, goes out. The poor worm winds its way, On the plain be overtaken;
Living upon the death of other things, In the wave he will not sink,
But still, like them, must live and die, the subject
Of something which has made il live and die. Spirit, till I took up with your cast shape
And a worse name. I'm Cæsar and a hunch-back Of fix'd necessily: against her edict
Now. Well! the first of Cæsars was a bald-head, Rebellion prospers noi.
And loved his laurels better as a wig Arni.
And when it prospers- (So history says) than as a glory. (1) Thus Cres. 'T is no rebellion.
The worlds runs on, but we'll be merry still. Arn.
Will it prosper now? I saw your Romulus (simple as I am) Cres. The Bourbon hath given orders for the as- Slay his own lwin, quick-born of the same womb, And b; the dawn there will be work. (sault, Because he leapt a ditch ('l was then no wall, Arn,
Alas! Whate'er it now be); and Rome's earliest cement And shall the city yield ? I see the giant
Was brother's blood; and if its native blood Abode of the true God, and his true saint,
De spilt till the choked Tiber be as red Saint Peter, rear ils dome and cross into
As e'er 't was yellow, it will never wear That sky whence Christ ascended from the cross, The deep huc of the ocean and the earth, Which his blood made a badge of glory and Which the great robber sons of fratricide Of joy (as once of torture unto him,
Have made their never-ceasing scene of slaughter God and God's Son, man's sole and only refuge). Cees. 'T is there, and shall be.
Arn. But what have these done, their far Arn.
Remole descendants, who have lived in peace, Cos.
The crucifix , The peace of heaven, and in her sunshine of Above, and many altar slırines below.
Piely? Also some culverins upon the walls,
Cæs. And what had they done, whom the old And harquebusses, and what not; besides
Romans o'erswept ?-Hark! The men who are to kindle them to dealh
They are soldiers, singing Of other men.
A reckless roundelay, upon the eve Arn.
And those scarce mortal arches, Of many deaths, it may be of their own. Pile above pile of everlasting wall,
Cæs. And why should they not sing as well as The theatre where emperors and their subjects They are black ones, to be sure.
(swans ? (Those subjects Romans) stood al gaze upon
So, you are learn’d, The battles of the monarchs of the wild
I see, too? And wood, the lion and his lusky rebels
Cres. In my grammar, certes. I Of the then untamed desert, brought to joust Was educated for a monk of all times, In the arena (as right well they might,
And once I was well versed in the forgotten When they had left no human foe unconquer'd); Etruscan lelters, and-were I so mindedMade even the forest pay ils tribute of
Could make their hieroglyphics plainer than Life to their amphitheatre, as well
Your alphabet. As Dacia men to die the eternal death
And wherefore do you not ? For a sole instant's pastinie, and “Pass on
Cæs. It answers belter to resolve the alphabet To a new gladiator!"— Must it fall ?
Back into hieroglyphics. Like your stalesman, Cæs. The city, or the amphitheatre ?
And prophet, pontiff, doctor, alchymist, The church, or one, or all ? for you confound Philosopher, and what not, they have built Both thein and me.
Mere Babels, without new dispersion, than Arn.
To-morrow sounds the assault The stammering young ones of the flood's dull ooze, With the first cock-crow.
Who fail'd and fled each other. Why? why, marry, Cies.
Which, if it end with Because no man could understand his neighbour. The evening's first nightingale, will be
They are wiser now, and will not separate
Arn. The sun goes down as calmly, and perhaps Cabala ; their best brick-work, wherewithal
They build more-
(sneerer! On the day Remus leapt her wall.
Arn. (interrupting him.) Oh, thou everlasting Cres.
I saw him.
Be silent! How the soldiers' rough strain seems Arn. You!
Soften'd by distance to a hymn-like cadence! Cres.
Yes, sir. You forget I am or was Listen!
(1) Suetonius relates of Julius Cæsar, that his baldness gave people, there was none which he either accepted or used with so bim much uneasiness, having often found himself, upon that ac- much pleasure as the right of wearing constantly a laurel crown, count, exposed to the ridicule of his enemies; and that, there
--E. fore, of all the honours conferred upon him by the senale aud