Raym. Villain, how now! No time is this for wrath! Raym. Begone with you! off with your fawnings I loathe them as your counsel → get you hence! SCENE III. The interior of a gaming house-parties of gentlemen sit drinking wine in various parts of the room, others are playing at dice; Raymond, pale and with a contracted brow, playing with Count Siemar; Bartolin stands apart, as one of the servants of the establishment, observing Raymond, who has played all the evening with ill-luck. Count S. [taking up money.] Despair not, Sir- The next turn will be yours, "faint heart ne'er won:" Raym. [reads.] "My daughter has consented to be yours; we will expect you at the appointed hour. Raymond is a penniless prodigal. Adieu." [Turning to the address A penniless prodigal! and they who robbed me, [He wraps his cloak around him, and walks SCENE V. Midnight—a dark and lonely street in the suburbs; And let us have a joyful night, Why should we part ere morning light! Is this the end of your religious fervour? Within the dainty folds of this smooth paper [Raymond again loses the game; he flings Ten thousand curses fall upon all play! I am a cursed, ruined, wretched man! [pours out wine. [He drinks-Bartolin goes out; Raymond SCENE IV. The porch, leading into the street ; enter Raymond, like one beside himself, with his hand on his dagger. Bartolin. [presenting the billet.] This sir, to yours, but to none other hand; Thus were my orders, absolute Good night! Help! help! or 'tis too late! [He falls. Raym. [striking him again.] Ye said I was a proI'll be as prodigal of thrusts as gold! digal! ay, ay -see then Count S. [faintly.] Oh heavens, I am a murdered man; and none Are near to help! For Christ's sake, give me help! God pardon me! for I have been a sinner! Watchmen. [in the distance.] We hear the cryand help is now at hand! [Raymond sheaths his dagger, and passes off in an opposite direction. Watchmen. The voice was in this quarter; and see there Lies the poor murdered-yonder flies the murderer! [Part pursue Raymond; others surround Count Siemar. In the meantime give us your name, good sir, My murderer is one Berthier, a base man! 2nd W. What does he say? 1st W. It is the great Count Siemar! 2nd W. Oh, woful chance! 1st W. The prince will pay us richly For help we give — let's bear him to the palace! [They attempt to raise him. Count S. It is too late-too late! let me die here! [He dies. 1st W. If you have any message for the living, Speak it within my ear, most noble sir. glen, and sounds of the gathering tem- Even like this outward tempest are the pangs Ah, 't is here! Gloomy and lone, a place of guilt it seems, [He listens for some time. Yet will I enter, for I wildly long He's dead! alas, all's over with him now! To see again a human countenance ! 2nd W. Ah, what a cruel murder— Upon his soul! God have mercy Enter 3rd WATCHMAN and DOCTOR. 1st W. He is stone-dead, poor soul! 2nd W. And 't is no other than the great Count Siemar! Doctor. [after examining the body.] It is too late! there is no life within him He has had seven wounds; the least were mortal! And this deformed body, carry ye [They raise the body, and all move off. SCENE VI. Midnight-savage glen among mountains- thunder and lightning, with furious gusts of wind. Enter RAYMOND, in a monk's habit. For these seven days, like an ill-omened thing Thus wandered Cain, through melancholy years, [The lightning strikes a tree before him. Hath not more terror now than hath the present, [The storm rages more fearfully; trees are [He knocks at the door, which is opened by an Old Man. Raym. Father, I crave the shelter of your roof From this night's storm! Old Man. Ay, enter, thou art welcome. [He goes in. Rest, if you can! Raym. Father, I thank thee for thy courtesy; Old Man. Bar. Thou sought'st thyself the shelter of my roof! The dimness of the grave doth seize on me! His hair is white; Can'st not repent?— Of the great mortal struggle ! This is another way of getting peace, Raym. [Opening his eyes, which have a glazed, wild I hear their mournful voices! my heart faints Scarce number seven-thus the sin 'gainst know- Oh, was a human soul of so great worth 'Gainst parents disobedience, which shall bring Raym. God knows my sin-I do confess to none. Raym. Cease, cease to trouble me-leave me alone! [He takes a small phial from his bosom. [He drinks. [He lies down, closes his eyes, and remains Raym. Oh, hast thou found me here, mine enemy! That angels mourn for it? My God, my God! Mourn, mourn celestial spirits, A human soul hath lost its heavenward-way, Alas, how art thou fallen! [The countenance of Raymond becomes more A song of mourning let each one take up! The spirit is gone forth to the unknown, We that in gladness hymned Lost from our company, Oh erring human soul! Take up a song of woe, A song of mourning let each one begin! Stained with mortal sin! In blackness of thick darkness wandering now, Lost, lost, art thou! Oh spirit, vext with fears, by tempests tost, THE cruel nature of Achzib was unmoved by the moral ruin before him; in him was neither pity nor remorse. "As the tree falleth," said he, “so it lieth; and there is no repentance in the grave!" While he thus spoke, the Pastor entered. “Grant me the shelter of thy roof," said he, "for one hour; and when the storm hath abated, I will pursue my journey." "Whither dost thou journey?" inquired Achzib. "I seek a lost sheep of my Father's fold," replied the old man sorrowfully. yet have found pardon with heaven."-And again the aged man covered his face and wept. "I will leave thee to thy meditations," said Achzib, and went out. The Pastor combated his emotion, and approached the dead; he lifted the already whitened locks from the young man's forehead. "Oh my son, my son!" exclaimed he, in the words of the royal mourner, "would God, I had died for thee! Father, which art in heaven,'" said the old man, falling on his knees, "prayer availeth not for the dead; thy justice hath determined what is meet: but oh, by the tears our Lord shed for Lazarus; by the bloody sweat, the trembling spirit, and the mortal agony, I pray thee, if it be possible, pity and forgive! Oh, let the blood shed on Mount Calvary avail somewhat-let the prayer for the murderers avail-Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do! "If there was good in him, though less than an atom, remember it-I know thou wilt, for thou art merciful; and even in the midst of despair, I bless thee. I bless thee, for the remorse which lived in the heart of this sinner-I bless thee, for the suffering he endured-the poverty, the shame, the hunger, the nakedness, which would not let him forget thee!— I bless thee, that thou didst not leave his sin unpunished in this world! These grey hairs, this defaced youth; pain of body and anguish of mind, these, oh Father! I will accept as tokens of mercy. Thou knowest the strength of temptation, thou knowest the weakness of human nature. Oh, pity and forgive!" "Behold!" said Achzib, lifting the cloak from the The Pastor rose from his knees; the cold grey face of the dead, "him whom thou seekest- Ray-light of the morning struggled faintly through the mond-who hath even now committed self-murder!" "My son! my son!" exclaimed the pastor falling upon his knees beside the body. "Alas, my son, hast thou gone forth to the eternal judgment with this mortal sin upon thy soul!" and he buried his face in his hands, and wept like a woman. small window; but Achzib had not yet returned. Without waiting for his coming, the Pastor composed as well as he might, the rigidly convulsed limbs, and prepared the body for interment. Near the hut he found a hollow in the bosom of the mountain, scoped by nature as if for a grave; and made strong by "This man must have been dear unto thee!" said Christian love, thither he bore the dead. No man Achzib, interrupting the Pastor's sorrow. witnessed the deed: and the departing Pastor exclaimed, “I leave thee to man's oblivion, and God's mercy." "Oh!" replied he, rising, “the human soul is very precious; and this man was dear to me, even as a son!" "He hath confessed to me much and grievous sin," said Achzib. “Alas, he was a sinner, but I had hoped the day of grace was not over;" replied the Pastor," he was a great sinner, yet was not his nature evil; remorse followed crime, and heart-stinging repentance. God had not wholly abandoned him, and he who knows how we are tempted, knows also how to forgive!" "Methinks," said Achzib, “thou would'st excuse the sinner; thou would'st destroy the distinction between virtue and vice." "Nay, nay," replied the Pastor, "I know we are all sinners, and this young man the chiefest of them; but I dare not limit the mercy of God. I remember the thief on the cross; the publicans and sinners of the Gospel; and I hoped, that though he should not have found pardon from the justice of man, he might Achzib was once more among men, looking for a victim. He heard of wars, and rumours of wars. He heard of a tyrannous ruler, and an oppressed people, and he said, "I will go there." PHILIP OF MAINE. PERSONS. PHILIP OF MAINE. THE LORD OF MAINE, HIS FATHER. THE LORD OF KRONBERG. IDA KRONBERG, HIS DAUGHTER. BERTHA, HER COUSIN. ARNOLD, HENRY, CONRAD, AND ROLAND, LEAD ERS OF THE PEOPLE. Lord of K. What! dost thou ask my daughter as the payment Of such poor service, as a peasant lad MOTHER SCHWARTZ, THE FORGE-WOMAN; JAN, Had done for half a guilder! HER SON, AND HANS CLEF, LEADERS OF THE Phil. of M. Good, my lord, If you forget the service, so do ICOUNTS NICHOLAS, SEGBERT, AND FABIAN, AD- But not that we are foes! HERENTS OF LORD KRONBERG. TERS. Lord of K. Audacious rebel, SOLDIERS, AND OTHER SUBORDINATE CHARAC- Wouldst beard me to my face! I tell thee, traitor, I have mine eyes upon thee, and thy father — I know wherefore ye harbour in your walls The disaffected rabble-why thon comest To ask alliance with me, then to beard me! Phil. of M. My lord, this quarrel was not of my seeking. ACT L-SCENE I. A magnificent room in the Castle of Kronberg. Enter the LORD OF KRONBERG, and PHILIP OF MAINE. Lord of Kronberg. Good, good! you seek alliance with my house! Philip of Maine. I do, my lord. Lord of K. Phil. of M. Lord of K. Too long I have forborne! I know I know what your ambition lusteth after: What next, fair sir! Can stir up the fierce spirit of the people; Of your fair daughter's hand I ask, nought more. No broad lands, as a daughter's appanage? ple! Phil. of M. I came not now as pleader of their cause, Or, to your face, I'd tell you, you're a tyrant! Phil. of M. I asked her, for herself! Broad lands Think but of those poor workers in the loom, and dower Came not within my count. Lord of K. Are not, what once they were-scoff not, my lord, All dying in your streets, who might have earned the other to me?— Demand my daughter first, then rule the state? ing and night, Whom you refuse a morsel? Your poor burghers, Whose fathers fought for you! They are not stones, That they should not complain! Lord of K. "Tis such as you, With busy meddling, that disturb their souls! But get thee hence! and let me counsel thee— Go marry thee, to some poor plodder's daughter Will keep your house in order, mend thy hose, Art worth a sword? canst draw one? canst thou And patch the old man's doublet! ride? Canst hunt? canst hold a hawk? canst read? canst That noble, good old lord, or by the gods, write? I wot not of a roof to your old house, Phil. of M. I shall forget myself! Name him not; Hence with thee, prating fool! And yet thou'dst woo— - wouldst take a wife, for- Hence with thee, ere I summon one, whose trade Is to chastise young insolence like thine! Phil. of M. A day may come, when we will count Upstart fool! Wouldst match thyself with me! Phil. of M. This honour uninvited! Your own mouth Those old dues, Which as my vassals they have long withstood, I will demand, and lay strong hold on them |