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[The Phantom of ASTARTE rises and stands in the
The grave which enthrali'd thee,
Or those who have call'd thee.
She is silent, And in that silence I am more than answer'd.
Nem. My power extends no further. Prince of Air ! It rests with thee alone-command her voice.
Ari. Spirit-obey this sceptre.
Hear me; hear me-
To bind me in existence-in a life
Phantom of Astarte. Manfred !
Say on, say on-
150 Phan. Manfred ! to-morrow ends thine earthly ills. Farewell ! Man. Yet one word more-am I forgiven ?
Say, shall we meet again ?
[The Spirit of Astarte disappears. Nem. She's gone, and will not be recall’d; Her words will be fulfill'd. Return to the earth,
A Spirit. He is convulsed.— This is to be a mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality. Another Spirit. Yet, see, he mastereth himself, and
makes His torture tributary to his will.
Hast thou further question
Then for a time farewell.
MANFRED and HERMAN.
It wants but one till sunset,
All, my lord, are ready:
It is well :
[Exit Herman. Man. (alone). There is a calm upon meInexplicable stillness ! which till now Did not belong to what I knew of life. If that I did not know philosophy To be of all our vanities the motliest,
The merest word that ever fool'd the ear
Enter the ABBOT OF ST. MAURICE.
Peace be with Count Manfred ! Man. Thanks, holy father! welcome to these walls ; Thy presence honors them, and blesseth those Who dwell within them. Abbot.
Would it were so, Count !-
Proceed-I listen. Abbot. 'Tis said thou holdest converse with the things Which are forbidden to the search of man; That with the dwellers of the dark abodes, The many evil and unheavenly spirits Which walk the valley of the shade of death, Thou communest. I know that with mankind,
Thy fellows in creation, thou dost rarely
Abbot. My pious brethren-the scared peasantry
Man. Take it.
I come to save, and not destroy~
Man. I hear thee. This is my reply: Whate'er
Abbot. My son ! I did not speak of punishment,
Man. Old man ! there is no power in holy men,