A ghastly smile of fell malignity On his distorted face death has arrested. (Enter a Soldier in haste.) O, I have heard a voice, a dismal voice. Sold. Elea. Elea. Where! lead us to the place. Hugh. Haste, lead the way. Glot. I am sick, and strangely dizzy grows my head, And pains shoot from my wound. But from a devil's fang. (Exeunt all but Glottenbal.) It is a scratch, Enter Franko, Hugho SCENE 2.-The Forest near a cavern. bert, Hartmann, Eleanora, Alice, and Urston. Elea. (To Franko.) She is not well, thou sayest, and from her swoon Imperfectly recovered. Frank. When I left her, She so appeared.--But enter not, I pray, Omnes. What shriek is that Al. "Tis Orra's voice. Elea. No, no! It cannot be! It is some wretch, In maniac's fetters bound. Hart. The horrid thoughts that burst into my mind! Forbid it, righteous heaven! (Runs into the cave, but Theobold rushes out.) Theo. Hold, hold! no entry here but o'er my corse. Hart. Dost thou not know thy friends? Theo. Ha! thou, my Hartmann! Art thou come to me? Hart. Yes, I am come. She is not dead! Theo. O, no! it is not death! Hart. What meanest thou? Is she well? Theo. Her body is. Hart. And not her mind?-O, direst wreck of all! Theo. (Bursting into tears.) 'Tis heaven's infliction, Elea. Nay, do not thus despair: when she beholds us Al. Let me go to her. Theo, Nay, I will lead her forth. (He leads out Orra, who appears with disordered dress and countenance.) Or. (Shrinking.) Come back! The fierce and fiery light! Theo. Yes; twice I've heard already Their matin sound. Look up to the blue sky; Or. Aye, so it is; day takes his daily turn, They will not come again.-Hark!-Aye! Hark! Full many a fathom down. Theo. Be still, poor troubled soul! they'll ne'er return; They are forever gone; and thy own friends Thy living, loving friends, still by thy side, To speak to thee and cheer thee. See, my Orra! Or. 'Tis like an old tune to my ear returned. And breathe sweet air, and speak with pleasant sounds; I wot not now how long. Hugh. Keen words that rend Thou had'st a home, my heart. And one whose faith was pledged for thy protection. Or. Take it away! It was the swathed dead: I'll 'bide the trooping of unearthly steps, Hugh. A murderer is a guiltless wretch to me. Unfix thy baleful glance: art thou a snake? Theo. (To Hartmann.) Out on thy hateful guile! No, rise thou stately flower with rude blasts rent; And he who offers to thy altered state The slightest seeming of diminished rev'rence, Must in my blood-(to Hart.)-O, pardon me, my friend! Thou'st wrung my heart. Hart. Nay, do thou pardon me: I am to blame. But what can now be done? O'er such wild ravings Theo. O, none none! none, but gentle sympathy, Al. See how she gazes on him with a look Subsiding gradually to softer sadness; Elea. There is a kindness in her changing eye. Thy knight and champion, whom thou gazest on. Or. The brave are like the brave; so should it be : What is thy name, young soldier?-Woe is me! Elea. 'Tis not the dead, 't is Theobold himself, round me; All dreadful things are near me, Let him begone! The place is horrible! Orra ? Theo. Give o'er, my friends; you see it is in vain; Her mind within itself holds a dark world Of dismal phantasies and horrid forms! Contend with her no more. (Enter Attendant, and whispers to Eleanora.) Hugh. What did'st thou whisper there? How is my son? What look is that thou wear'st? But only him! Heaven's vengeance deals the stroke; Could this could this alone atone my crime? Urst. Perhaps his life had blasted more thy hopes Than ev'n his grievous end. Hugh. He was not all a father's heart could wish, But oh, he was my son!-my only son : My child-the thing that from his cradle grew, And was before me still. Oh, oh! Or. Ha, dost thou groan, old man? Art thou in trouble? Out on it! though they lay him in the mold, He's near thee still. I'll tell thee how it is: In horrid neighborship. "T is but thin vapor, COMEDY. DUKE. AS YOU LIKE IT.-SHAKSPEARE. Persons Represented. FREDERICK, brother to the Duke, and AMIENS, Lords attending upon the OLIVER, eldest son to Sir Rowland de younger brothers to SCENE-Lies, first, near Oliver's house; ADAM, an old servant of Sir Rowland CHARLES, wrestler to the usurping and, afterwards, partly in the Duke's court, and partly in the forest of Arden. ACT 1.-SCENE 1.-Oliver's Orchard. Enter Orlando and Adam. Orlando. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me:-By will, but a poor thousand crowns; and, as thou say'st, charged my brother on his blessing, to breed me well and there begins my sadness. My brother Jaques he |