Or go into a convent, and, thus dying, Hyp. (rising). And so, good night! Good morning, I should say. Hark! how the loud and ponderous mace of Time And so, once more, good night! We'll speak more largely Get thee to bed, and the magician, Sleep, Vict. Good night! But not to bed; for I must read awhile, [Exit. (Throws himself into the arm-chair which HYPOLITO has left, and lays a large book open upon his knees.) Must read, or sit in reverie and watch Visions of Fame! that once did visit me, Making night glorious with your smile, where are ye? Oh, who shall give me, now that ye are gone, Juices of those immortal plants that bloom Upon Olympus, making us immortal? Or teach me where that wondrous mandrake grows I have the wish, but want the will, to act! Shine as immortal poems, at the touch Of some poor houseless, homeless, wandering bard, Who had but a night's lodging for his pains. But there are brighter dreams than those of Fame, As from some woodland fount a spirit rises, Ere the enamoured knight can touch her robe ! Like the enamoured knight beside the fountain, ACT II. SCENE I.-PRECIOSA'S chamber. ANGELICA. [Gradually sinks asleep. Morning. PRECIOSA and Prec. Why will you go so soon? Stay yet awhile. The poor too often turn away unheard From hearts that shut against them with a sound Of your adversities. Keep nothing from me. What is your landlord's name? Ang. The Count of Lara. Prec. The Count of Lara? Oh, beware that man! Mistrust his pity,— hold no parley with him! And rather die an outcast in the streets Than touch his gold. Ang. Prec. You know him, then! As much As any woman may, and yet be pure. As you would keep your name without a blemish, Ang. Alas! what can I do? I cannot choose my friends. Each word of kindness, Prec. Make me your friend. A girl so young and fair What is your name? Ang Prec. Angelica. That name Was given you, that you might be an angel She needs that smile. So long as you are innocent, fear nothing. Here on my heart! It is my guardian angel. Ang. (rising). I thank you for this counsel, dearest lady. Ang. (Gives her a purse.) Take this. Would it were more. I thank you, lady. Ang. Remember that you come again to-morrow. Ang. I will. And may the blessed Virgin guard you, And all good angels. Prec. May they guard thee too, And all the poor; for they have need of angels. (Enter BELTRAN CRUZADO.) Gold! gold! Prec. What is thy will with me? Cruz. Cruz. That is a foolish lie. [Exit. Prec. It is the truth. Cruz. Curses upon thee! Thou art not my child! Not to thy father? To whom, then? Prec. Who needs it more. Cruz. To one No one can need it more. Prec. Thou art not poor. What, I, who lurk about In dismal suburbs and unwholesome lanes; Prec. Thou hast a stout heart and strong hands. I speak the truth. So long as I had gold, Never denied thee; never had a wish, But to fulfil thine own. Be merciful, be patient, Thou shalt have more. Cruz. Now go in peace! and, ere long, And if I have it not, Thou shalt no longer dwell here in rich chambers, Wear silken dresses, feed on dainty food, And live in idleness; but go with me, And wander wild again o'er field and fell ; For here we stay not long. Prec. What! march again? Cruz. Ay, with all speed. I hate the crowded town! I cannot breathe shut up within its gates! Air,—I want air, and sunshine, and blue sky, The feeling of the breeze upon my face, The feeling of the turf beneath my feet, Prec. God speed thee on thy march!-I cannot go. Be silent and obey! Yet one thing more. Bartolomé Román Prec. (with emotion). Oh, I beseech thee! If my obedience and blameless life, If my humility and meek submission In all things hitherto, can move in thee *Busné is the name given by the Gipsies to all who are not of their race. + The Gipsies call themselves Calés. See Borrow's valuable and extremely interesting work, The Zincali, or an Account of the Gipsies in Spain, London, 1841. One feeling of compassion; if thou art Cruz. Prec. Woe is me! I have a strange misgiving in my heart! Befall what may; they cannot take that from me. SCENE II-A room in the ARCHBISHOP's palace. BISHOP and a CARDINAL seated. [Exit. [Exit. The ARCH Arch. Knowing how near it touched the public morals, By such excesses, we have sent to Rome, Card. Arch. That by a mandate from his Holiness The first have been suppressed. Card. It was a cruel sport. Arch. Know and approve. And farther, I trust for ever. A barbarous pastime, Yet the people Disgraceful to the land that calls itself Most Catholic and Christian. Card. Murmur at this; and, if the public dances And therefore have induced your grace to see B |