Sel. Patience, good Thane! I meant to speak thy praise. Eth. My praise, say'st thou? Sel. Thy praise. I would have said, "That he who in the field so oft hath fought, So bravely fought, and still in the honour'd cause, And that thou hast, with little prudence too, These cunning priests full loudly blast my fame, Our sacred scriptures, which, they would maintain, If I am wrong they have themselves to blame. It was their hard extortions first impell'd me To search that precious book, from which they draw Their right, as they pretend, to lord it thus. But what think'st thou, my Selred, read I there? Of one sent down from heav'n in sov'reign pomp, To give into the hands of leagued priests All power to hold th' immortal soul of man (taking Selred's hand with great earnestness.} That he with soft and unupbraiding love Yet teaching ignorance in simple speech, That he did say unto the raging sea "Be thou at peace" and it obey'd his voice, I would, with suppliant knee bent to the ground, But, had they been like him, they would have pardon'd me Ere yet my bending knee had touch'd the earth, Sel. Forbear, nor tempt me with thy moving words! I'm a plain soldier, and unfit to judge Of mysteries which but concern the learn'd. Eth. I know thou art, nor do I mean to tempt thee. But in thy younger brother I had mark'd A searching mind of freer exercise, Untrammell'd with the thoughts of other men; And pave the way at length for better things; Sel. I do, brave Ethelbert. Eth. I thank thee, friend. And now we'll go and wash us from this dust; Is not your feast hour near? Sel. I think it is. (Exeunt. SCENE II. A small apartment in Mollo's castle. Enter Ethwald very thoughtful, who leans against a pillar for some time without speaking. Ethw. (coming forward.) Is it delusion this? Or wears the mind of man within itself A conscious feeling of its destination ? What say these suddenly imposed thoughts, Which mark such deepen'd traces on the brain Of vivid real persuasion, as do make My nerved foot tread firmer on the earth, And my dilating form tower on its way? That I am born, within these narrow walls, The younger brother of a petty chief, To live my term in dark obscurity, Until some foul disease or bloody gash, In low marauding strife, shall lay me low? My spirit sickens at the hateful thought! It hangs upon it with such thick oppression, As doth the heavy, dense, sulphureous air Upon the breath it stifles. (pulling up the sleeve of his garment, and baring his right arm from the shoulder.) A firmer strung, a stronger arm than this I sit i'the shade! no star-beam falls on me! (Bursts into tears and throws himself back No; storms are hush'd within their silent cave, (Enter Bertha, stealing softly upon him before What, Bertha, is it thee who steal'st upon me? Conversest thou with spirits in the air? Ethw. With those whose answ'ring voice thou can'st not hear. Ber. Thou hast of late the friend of such be come, And only they. Thou art indeed so strange For thou no more their fawning court receiv'st, What art thou grown, since thou hast lov'd to pore Ethw. No matter what! a hermit an' thou wilt. And lofty mien, which I have mark'd of late, Oft times thou art, within thy own mind's world, Some king or mighty chief.. If so it be, tell me thine honour's pitch, And I will tuck my regal mantle on And mate thy dignity. (assuming much state.) Ethw. Out on thy foolery! |