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the sea.

Clouds quench the sun, and thunder- And round its wreck the huge seasmoke

monsters sit, Strangles the air, and fire eclipses A horrid conclave, and the whistling

heaven. Philosophy, thou canst not even Is heaped over its carcase, like a grave. Compel their causes underneath thy yoke: The DÆMON enters, as escaped from From yonder clouds even to the waves below

Damon (asiide). It was essential to The fragments of a single ruin choke

my purposes Imagination's flight;

To wake a tumult on the sapphire For, on flakes of surge, like feathers

ocean, light,

That in this unknown form I might at The ashes of the desolation cast

length Upon the gloomy blast,

Wipe out the blot of the discomfiture Tell of the footsteps of the storm. Sustained upon the mountain, and assail And nearer see the melancholy form With a new war the soul of Cyprian, Of a great ship, the outcast of the sea, Forging the instruments of his destrucDrives miserably!

tion And it must fly the pity of the port, Even from his love and from his wisdom. Or perish, and its last and sole resort

-Oh! Is its own raging enemy.

Beloved earth, dear mother, in thy The terror of the thrilling cry

bosom Was a fatal prophecy

I seek a reluge from the monster who Of coming death, who hovers now Precipitates itself upon me. Upon that shattered prow,


Friend, That they who die not may be dying Collect thyself; and be the memory still.

Of thy late suffering, and thy greatest And not alone the insane elements Are populous with wild portents,

But as a shadow of the past, for But that sad ship is as a miracle

nothing Of sudden ruin, for it drives so fast Beneath the circle of the

noon, but It seems as if it had arrayed its form

flows With the headlong storm. And changes, and never know It strikes-I almost feel the shock,

repose. It stumbles on a jagged rock,- Demon. And who art thou, before Sparkles of blood on the white foam

whose feet my fate are cast.

[A tempest. Has prostrated me? All exclaim within. We are all


One who, moved lost !

with pity, Demon (within). Now from this would soothe its stings. plank will I

Damon. Oh, that can never be! Pass to the land and thus fulfilmy No solace can my lasting sorrows find. scheme.

Cyprian. Wherefore?


Because my happiAs in contempt of the elemental rage

ness is lost. A man comes forth in safety, while Yet I lament what has long ceased to the ship's

be Great form is in a watery eclipse The object of desire or memory, Obliterated from the Ocean's page, And my life is not life.





many still

my words

Cyprian. Now, since the sury Was the attempt, and yet more mad were Of this earthquaking hurricane is still, And the crystalline heaven has reas. Repentance of the irrevocable deed :sumed

Therefore I chose this ruin with the Its windless calm so quickly, that it glory

Of not to be subdued, before the shame As if its heavy wrath had been awak. Of reconciling me with him who gns ened

By coward cession.—Nor was I alone, Only to overwhelm that vessel, -speak, Nor am I now, nor shall I be alone; Who art thou, and whence comest And there was hope, and there may still thou ?

be hope, Damon.

Far more For many suffrages among his vassals My coming hither cost, than thou hast Hailed me their lord and king, and

seen Or I can tell. Among my misadven. Are mine, and many more, perchance tures

shall be. This shipwreck is the least. Wilt thou | Thus vanquished, though in fact victorhear?

ious, Cyprian.

Speak. I left his seat of empire, from mine eye Dæmon. Since thou desirest, I will | Shooting forth poisonous lightning, while

then unveil Myself to thee ;--for in myself I am With inauspicious thunderings shook A world of happiness and misery;

Heaven, This I have lost, and that I must Proclaiming vengeance, public as my lament

wrong, For ever.

In my attributes I stood And imprecating on his prostrate slaves So high and so heroically great, Rapine, and death, and outrage. Then In lineage so supreme, and with a genius I sailed Which penetrated with a glance the world Over the mighty fabric of the world, Beneath my feet, that won by my high A pirate ambushed in its pathless sands, merit

A lynx crouched watchfully among its A king—whom I may call the king of kings,

And craggy shores; and I have wandered Because all others tremble in their pride Before the terrors of his countenance, The expanse of these wide wildernesses In his high palace roofed with brightest In this great ship, whose bulk is now gems

dissolved of living light-call them the stars of In the light breathings of the invisible Heaven

wind, Named me his counsellor. But the high | And which the sea has made a dustless praise

ruin, Stung me with pride and envy, and I Seeking ever a mountain, through whose

forests In mighty competition, to ascend I seek a man, whom I must now compel His seat and place my foot triumphantly To keep his word with me.

I came Upon his subject thrones. Chastised, I know

In tempest, and although my power The depth to which ambition falls; too

could well mad

Bridle the forest winds in their career,









For other causes I forbore to soothe That loadstar of the ages, to whose
Their fury to Favonian gentleness;

I could and would not; (thus I wake in the winged years speed o'er the intervals

[Aside. Of their unequal revolutions; nor A love of magic art). Let not this Heaven itself, whose beautiful bright tempest,

stars Nor the succeeding calm excite thy Rule and adorn the world, can ever wonder;

make For by my art the sun would turn as The least division between thee and pale

me, As his weak sister with unwonted fear. Since now I find a refuge in thy favour. And in my wisdom are the orbs of

Heaven Written in record; I have pierced

SCENE III. - The DÆMON tempis The flaming circles of their wondrous JUSTINA, who is a Christian,

spheres And know them as thou knowest every


Abyss of Hell! I call on thee, Of this dim spot. Let it not seem to Thou wild misrule of thine own anarchy! thee

From thy prison-house set free That I boast vainly; wouldst thou that The spirits of voluptuous death, I work

That with their mighty breath A charm over this waste and savage They may destroy a world of virgin wood,

thoughts; This Babylon of crags and agèd trees, Let her chaste mind with fancies thick Filling its leafy coverts with a horror Thrilling and strange? I am the friend- Be peopled from thy shadowy deep, less guest

Till her guiltless phantasy Of these wild oaks and pines—and as Full to overflowing be! from thee

And with sweetest harmony, I have received the hospitality

Let birds, and flowers, and leaves, and
of this rude place, I offer thee the all things move

To love, only to love.
Of years of toil in recompense; whate'er Let nothing meet her eyes
Thy wildest dream presented to thy But signs of Love's soft victories;

Let nothing meet her ear
As object of desire, that shall be thine. But sounds of Love's sweet sorrow,

So that from faith no succour she may
And thenceforth shall so firm an amity

borrow, 'Twixt thee and me be, that neither But, guided by my spirit blind fortune,

And in a magic snare entwined, The monstrous phantom which pursues She may now seek Cyprian. success,

Begin, while I in silence bind
That careful miser, that free prodigal, My voice, when thy sweet song thou
Who ever alternates with changesul hast began.

A Voice (within).
Evil and good, reproach and fame; nor What is the glory far above

All else in human life!

as motes



And the weight which is its ruin, Love! love! No more, with green embraces, vine,


me think what thou [While these words are sung, the DÆMON

lovest,goes out at one door, and JUSTINA For whilst thus thy boughs entwine, enters at another.

I fear lest thou should'st teach me, The First Voice.

There is no form in which the fire How arms might be entangled too.

Of love its traces has impressed not.
Man lives far more in love's desire Light-enchanted sunflower, thou
Than by life's breath, soon possessed Who gazest ever true and tender

On the sun's revolving splendour!
If all that lives must love or die, Follow not his faithless glance
All shapes on earth, or sea, or sky, With thy faded countenance,
With one consent to Heaven cry Nor teach my beating heart to fear,
That the glory far above

If leaves can mourn without a tear,
All else in life is-

How eyes must weep! O Nightingale,

Cease from thy enamoured tale, -
Love! oh love! Leafy vine, unwreathe thy bower,

Restless sunflower, cease to move,
Thou melancholy thought which art Or tell me all, what poisonous power
So flattering and so sweet, to thee Ye use against me-
When did I give the liberty

Thus to afilict my heart ?

Love! love! love! What is the cause of this new power Justina. It cannot be!— Whom have Which doth my fevered being move,

I ever loved ? Momently raging more and more? Trophies of my oblivion and disdain, What subtle pain is kindled now Floro and Lelio did I not reject ? Which from my heart doth overflow And Cyprian ?Into my senses ?

[She becomes troubled at the name of All.

Love! oh love!

Did I not requite him

With such severity, that he has fled 'Tis that enamoured nightingale

Where none has ever heard of him Who gives me the reply ;

again ?He ever tells the same soft tale

Alas! I now begin to fear that this Of passion and of constancy

May be the occasion whence desire grows To his mate, who rapt and fond,

bold, Listening sits, a bough beyond. As if there were no danger. From the

moment Be silent, Nightingale—no more That I pronounced to my own listenMake me think, hearing thee

ing heart, Thus tenderly thy love deplore, Cyprian is absent, О me miserable! If a bird can feel his so,

I know not what I feel! [More calmly. What a man would feel for me.

It must be pity And, voluptuous vine, () thou To think that such a man, whom all the \Vho seekest most when least pursuing, -

world To the trunk thou interlacest

Admired, should be forgot by all the Art the verdure which embracest,


upon it.

And I the cause.

Thought is not in my power, but action is: (She again becomes troubled. I will not move my foot to follow thee.

And yet if it were pity, Dæmon. But a far mightier wisdom Floro and Lelio might have equal share, than thine own For they are both imprisoned for my Exerts itself within thee, with such sake.

power (Calmly.) Alas! what reasonings are Compelling thee to that which it inclines these? it is

That it shall force thy step ; how wilt Enough I pity him, and that, in vain,

thou then Without this ceremonious subtlety. Resist, Justina ? And woe is me! I know not where to Justina. By my free-will. find him now, Daemon.

I Even should I seek him through this Must force thy will. wide world.


It is invincible ; Enter DÆMON.

It were not free if thou hadst power Damon. Follow, and I will lead thee where he is.

[He draws, but cannot move her. Justina. And who art thou, who Demon, Come, where a pleasure hast found entrance hither,

waits thee. Into my chamber through the doors and Justina.

It were bought locks?

Too dear. Art thou a monstrous shadow which my Daemon. 'Twill soothe thy heart madness

to sostest peace. Has formed in the idle air ?

Justina. 'Tis dread captivity.
No. I am one Damon.

'Tis joy, 'tis glory. Called by the thought which tyrannises Justina, 'Tis shame, 'tis torment, thee

'tis despair. From his eternal dwelling; who this Dæmon.

But how day

Canst thou defend thyself from that or Is pledged to bear thee unto Cyprian.

me, Justina. So shall thy promise fail. If my power drags thee onward ?


My defence Of passion which afflicts my heart and consists in God. soul

(He vainly endeavours to force her, May sweep imagination in its storm ;

and at last releases her. The will is firm.


Woman, thou hast Dæmon. Already half is

subdued me, done

Only by not owning thyself subdued. In the imagination of an act.

But since thou thus findest defence in The sin incurred, the pleasure then God, remains ;

I will assume a feigned form, and thus Let not the will stop half-way on the Make thee a victim of my baffled rage. road.

For I will mask a spirit in thy form Justina. I will not be discouraged, Who will betray thy name to infamy, nor despair,

And doubly shall I triumph in thy loss, Although I thought it, and although 'tis First by dishonouring thee, and then by true

turning That thought is but a prelude to the False pleasure to true ignominy. deed :


This agony

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