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I reck not what-but let me hear thee once

This once-once more!

PHANTOM OF ASTARTE. Manfred!

ΜΑΝ.

Say on, say on

I live but in the sound-it is thy voice!

PHAN. Manfred! To-morrow ends thine earthly

Farewell!

ills.

MAN. Yet one word more-am I forgiven?

PHAN. Farewell!

ΜΑΝ.

Say, shall we meet again?

PHAN. Farewell!

MAN. One word for mercy! Say, thou lovest me.

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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.

Had he been one of us, he would have made

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MAN. We meet then! Where? On the earth ?

Even as thou wilt: and for the grace accorded

I now depart a debtor. Fare ye well!

(Scene closes.)

[Exit MANFRED.

END OF ACT SECOND.

136

ACT III.

SCENE I.

A Hall in the Castle of Manfred...

MANFRED and HERMAN.

MAN. What is the hour?

HER. It wants but one till sunset,

And promises a lovely twilight.

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ΜΑΝ.

It is well :

Thou mayst retire,

MAN. (alone.)

[Exit HERMAN.

There is a calm upon me―

Inexplicable 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

From out the schoolman's jargon, I should deem
The golden secret, the sought "Kalon," found,
And seated in my soul. It will not last,

But it is well to have known it, though but once : It hath enlarged my thoughts with a new sense, And I within my tablets would note down

That there is such a feeling. Who is there?

Re-enter HERMAN.

My lord, the abbot of St. Maurice craves

To greet your presence.

Enter the ABBOT OF ST. MAURICE.

ABBOT. Peace be with Count Manfred!

MAN. Thanks, holy father! welcome to these walls; Thy presence honours them, and blesseth those

Who dwell within them.

Аввот.

Would it were so, Count!—

But I would fain confer with thee alone.

MAN. Herman, retire. What would my reverend

guest?

ABBOT. Thus, without prelude:-Age and zeal, my office,

And good intent, must plead my privilege;

Our near, though not acquainted neighbourhood,

May also be my herald. Rumours strange,

And of unholy nature, are abroad,

And busy with thy name; a noble name
For centuries; may he who bears it now

Transmit it unimpair'd!

ΜΑΝ.

Proceed,-I listen.

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