[He meditates in gloomy reflection for some minutes, and his countenance slowly relaxes from its stern expression. Prior returns, and stands opposite to him in an attitude of supplication. Bertram resumes his sternness. Ber. Why art thou here?-There was a hovering angel Just lighting on my heart-and thou hast scared itPrior. Yea, rather, with my prayers I'll woo 'it back. In very pity of thy soul I come [Long pause. To weep upon that heart I cannot soften- Of those who see the smiting hand uprear'd, Thou canst but feel-that moment comes apace [Bertram smiles. But terrors move in thee a horrid joy, [Bertram turns away. Can I not move thee by one power in nature? [Kneels. I lift no cross, I count no bead before thee- [Weeping. [Looking up eagerly. Did not a gracious drop bedew thine eye? Ber. Perchance a tear had fallen, hadst thou not mark'd it. Obdurate soul-then perish in thy pride- Damon, Pythias, Dionysius. Pyth. [To the Executioner.] THERE is no pang in thy deep wedge of steel Maturin. Yourself the pains to fit me for the block.— [Drawing the lining of his tunic lower. Damon, I do forgive thee!-I but ask Some tears unto my ashes!- [A shout is heard-Pythias leaps up on the scaffold. By the gods, [A shout. A horse, and horseman!-Far upon the hill And yet that jutting rock has hid him from me- Damon. [Without] Where is he? Ha! [He rushes in, and stands for a moment looking round. He is alive! untouch'd! Ha! ha! ha! [Falls with an hysterical laugh upon Pythias's shoulder. [Loud shouts without. Where am I? Have I fallen from my horse, That I am stunn'd, and on my head I feel A weight of thickening blood!-What has befallen me? The horrible confusion of a dream Is yet upon my sight.-For mercy's sake, Stay me not back-he is about to die! Pythias, my friend!-Unloose me, villains, or You will find the might of madness in mine arm! [Sees Pythias.] Speak to me, let me hear thy voice! Pyth. My friend! my Damon. It pierced my brain, and rush'd into Pyth. Damon! Damon. Ha! ha! I can but laugh!-I cannot speak to thee! Thy hand!-Oh, let me grasp thy manly hand!— heart. Pyth. Would that my death could have preserved thee! Damon. Pythias, Even in the very crisis to have come,― To have hit the very forehead of old time! Ha! ha!-But didst thou doubt me? Come, thou didst Own it, and I'll forgive. Pyth. For a moment. Damon. Oh that false slave!-Pythias, he slew my horse, In the base thought to save me!-I would have kill'd him, And to a precipice was dragging him, When, from the very brink of the abyss, I did behold a traveller afar, Bestriding a good steed-I rush'd upon him, Damon. I am here upon the scaffold! look at me; More full of natural glory. Death is-Ha! All Syracuse starts up upon her hills, And lifts her hundred thousand hands! She shouts, Of hearts and hands like that one? Shout again! And the great sea joins in that mighty voice, Stirs in his mighty caverns. Tell me, slaves, I would behold, and laugh at him. [Dionysius advances between Damon and Pythias (Damon being on the scaffold), and throwing off his disguise, Dion. Behold me! Damon & Pyth. How! Dion. Stay your admiration for a while, Wide through the city, from the eastern gate That Dionysius, tyrant as he is, Gives back his life to Damon. Pyth. How, Dionysius! Speak that again. Dion. I pardon him. Pyth. O gods! You give his life to Damon? Dion. Life and freedom. [Exit Damocles. [Damon remains mute with astonishment upon the scaffold. Pyth. O Dionysius! O my sovereign! Life And freedom! Let me fall down at your feet, And open all the sluices of my heart, In one wild gush of weeping gratitude! [Damon still continues motionles Dion. Almighty virtue, Now do I own, and worship thee! I see It awes, while it illumes my heart. What hoa! Damon and Pythias, You have rewarded me: I now begin To taste of pleasures never touch'd before Perfect the work you have begun the Heavens With length of life, and lives of transport bless you! Each day the happiest, and yet the next Eclipsing that in all comparison! Thus may the world have opportunity To wonder at you, and grow better by you! And I myself, by the continued light To tread such wondrous ways of virtue with you! Guido. FATHER! Duke and Guido. Duke. Lord Guido, I am told, you wish An audience; is it so? Duke. Speak on. wrong, and pray relief, If you have suffered Why, you shall have it. If have done wrong, you The church is open, and the gates of heaven Wide for a true repenter. Guido. Oh! my lord; I beg you to cast off this garb Duke. It is The garb of justice; treat it with honour, sir, Guido. Why is this? Duke. Why!-Have you aught to ask? if so, speak on Guido. My lord, I know not how it is; but you, Who (if I must speak truth) have wrong'd me much, Assume the injured man. You will not answer?-no? Duke. Go on, go on. What have I done? I like your boldness,-not your spirit. Well! Duke. What done!--but speak. Guido. You think me traitor, as I hear; but surely I were a sorry knave, to plot against The state which will be mine. Duke. Be not too sure. Proceed. Guido. That's as you will, my lord:-but away with this. My lord, my lord! I ask you, can I be The same in soul as when we fought at Mantua ?— But, did I not-I ask you, did I not Once do you a service? Duke. Yes: I own to that. You speak it doubtfully: you saved my life. Pray, be not sparing. I can bear it all. Guido. Have I deserved this, sir? Great Heaven! Duke. Silence! You have affronted Heaven; and the sad day, Now dying, leaves a blush upon the face |