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Alb. My days of frolic should ere this be o'er, Vain, fanciful, and fond of worthless praise ;
No dissonance, nor striking contrast make;
For still thy good and amiable gifts Vict. I'll stay at home and nurse thee, dear Al-The sober dignity of virtue wear not, bini.
And such a 'witching mien thy follies show, Alb. No, no, thou shalt not stay.
They make a very idiot of reproof, Vict.
Nay, but I will. And smile it to disgrace.I cannot follow to the cheerful horn
What shall I do with thee?-It grieves me much, Whilst thou art sick at home.
To hear Count Basil is not yet departed. Alb.
Not very sick. When from the chase he comes, I'll watch his steps Rather than thou shouldst stay, my gentle child, And speak to him myself.-I'll mount my horse, and go e'en as I am.
0! I could hate her for that poor ambition Vict. Nay, then I'll go, and soon return again. | Which silly adoration only claims, Meanwhile, do thou be careful of thyself.
But that I well remember, in my youth Isab. Hark, hark! the shrill horns call us to the I felt the like-I did not feel it long: field:
I tore it soon, indignant from my breast, Your highness hears it? (Music without. As that which did degrade a noble mind. (EXIT Vict.
Yes, my Isabella; I hear it, and methinks e'en at the sound
SCENE V.-A VERY BEAUTIFUL GROVE IN THE I vault already on my leathern seat,
FOREST. And feel the fiery steed beneath me shake
Music and horns heard afar off, whilst huntsmen and His mantled sides, and paw the fretted earth
dogs appear passing over the stage, at a great distance. Whilst I aloft, with gay equestrian grace,
Enter VICTORIA and Basil, as if just alighted from The low salute of gallant lords return,
their horses. Who waiting round with eager watchful eye, Vict. (speaking to attendants without.) Lead on And reined steeds, the happy moments seize.
our horses to the further grove, 0! didst thou never hear, my Isabel,
And wait us there.How nobly Basil in the field becomes
(To Bas.) This spot so pleasing, and so fragrant is, His fiery courser's back?
'Twere sacrilege with horses' hoofs to wear Isab.
They say most gracefully. Its velvet turf, where little elfins dance,
Vict. You would not have our gallant Basil go I love to tread upon it.
Bas. O! I would quit the chariot of a god Alb. Fy! reigns that spirit still so strongly in For such delightful footing ! thee,
I love this spot. Which vainly covets all men's admiration,
Bas. It is a spot where one would live and die And is to others cause of cruel pain?
Vict. See, through the twisted boughs of those 0! would thou couldst subdue it!
high elms, Vict. My gentle friend, thou shouldst not be The sunbeams on the brightning foliage play, severe :
And tinge the scaled bark with ruddy brown. For now in truth I love not admiration
Is it not beautiful? As I was wont to do; in truth I do not.
Bas. As though an angel, in his upward flight, But yet, this once my woman's heart excuse, Had left his mantle floating in mid air. For there is something strange in this man's love, Vict. Still most unlike a garment; small and I never met before, and I must prove it.
sever'd : Alb. Well, prove it then, be stricken too thyself, (Turning round, and perceiving that he is And bid sweet peace of mind a sad farewell.
gazing at her.) Vict. O no! that will not be! 'twill peace re- But thou regard'st them not. store :
Bas. Ah! what should I regard, where should I. For after this, all folly of the kind
gaze? Will quite insipid and disgusting seem;
For in that far shot glance, so keenly waked, And so I shall become a prudent maid,
That sweetly rising smile of admiration, And passing wise at last. (Music heard without.) Far better do I learn how fair heaven is,
Hark, hark ! again! Than if I gazed upon the blue serene. All good be with you! I'll return ere long.
Vict. Remember you have promised, gentle (EXEUNT Victoria and Isabella.
count, Alb. (sola.) Ay, go, and every blessing with thee No more to vex me with such foolish words. go,
Bas. Ah! wherefore should my tongue alone be My most tormenting, and most pleasing charge!
So plainly tell, and will not be forbid,
(Victoria looks haughty and displeasada) Endearing, generous, bountiful and kind; | Ah! pardon me, I know not what I say.
Ah! frown not thus! I cannot see thee frown. | Uncertain tales of dreadful slaughter bore,
Thou'dst see the tear hang on her pale wan But 0! a reined tongue, and bursting heart,
cheek, Are hard at once to bear.-Wilt thou forgive me? And kindly say, How does it fare with Basil ? Vict. We'll think no more of it; we'll quit this Vict. No more of this-indeed there must no spot ;
more. I do repent me that I led thee here.
A friend's remembrance I will ever bear thee. But 'twas the favourite path of a dear friend : But see where Isabella this way comes : Here many a time we wander'd, arm in arm : I had a wish to speak with her alone; We loved this grove, and now that he is absent, Attend us here, for soon will we return, I love to haunt it still. (Basil starts.) | And then take horse again.
[Exit Bas. His favourite path—a friend-here arm in Bas. (looking after her for some time.) See with
what graceful steps she moves along, (Clasping his hands, and raising them to his Her lovely form, in every action lovely! head.)
If but the wind her ruffled garment raise, Then there is such a one!
It twists it into some light pretty fold, (Drooping his head, and looking distractedly Which adds new grace. Or should some small upon the ground.)
mishap, I dream'd not of it.
Some tangled branch, her fair attire derange, Vict. (pretending not to see him.) That little What would in others strange, or awkward seem,
lane, with woodbine all o'ergrown, But lends to her some wild bewitching charm. He loved so well! it is a fragrant path,
See, yonder does she raise her lovely arm Is it not, count?
To pluck the dangling hedge-flower as she goes ; Pas. It is a gloomy one!
And now she turns her head as though she l'ict. I have, my lord, been wont to think it
The distant landscape; now methinks she walks Bas. I thought your highness meant to leave this with doubtful lingering steps-will she look
spot? Vict. I do, and by this lane we'll take our way; Ah no! yon thicket hides ber from my sight. For here he often walk'd with sauntering pace, Bless'd are the eyes that may behold her still, And listen'd to the woodlark's evening song. Nor dread that every look shall be the last!
Bas. What, must I on his very footsteps go: And yet she said she would remember me. Accursed be the ground on which he trod!
I will believe it: Ah! I must believe it, Vict. And is Count Basil so uncourtly grown, Or be the saddest soul that sees the light! That he would curse my brother to my face? But lo, a messenger, and from the army! Bas. Your brother! gracious God, is it your He brings me tidings; grant they may be good! brother?
Till now I never fear'd what man might utter; That dear, that loving friend of whom you spoke, I dread his tale, God grant it may be good! Is he indeed your brother?
Enter MESSENGER. l'ict.
He is indeed, my lord. From the army? Bas. Then heaven bless him! all good angels Mess.
Yes, my lord. bless him!
What tidings bring'st thou ! I could weep o'er him now, shed blood for him! Mess. Th’ imperial army, under brave Piscaro, I could- what a foolish heart have I!
Have beat the enemy near Pavia's walls. (Walks up and down with a hurried step, tossing Bas. Ha ! have they fought? and is the battle about his arms in transport; then stops short
o'er? and runs up to Victoria.)
Mess. Yes, conquer'd ; taken the French king Is it indeed your brother?
prisoner, Vict. It is indeed : what thoughts disturb'd thee Who, like a noble, gallant gentleman, SO?
Fought to the last, nor yielded up his sword Bas. I will not tell thee ; foolish thoughts they | Till, being one amidst surrounding foes, were.
His arm could do no more. Heaven bless your brother!
Bas. What dost thou say? who is made pri. Vict.
Ay, heaven bless him too!
The King of France. Bas. I would fly from thee to earth's utmost Bas. Thou saidst-thy words do ring so in mine bounds,
ears, Were I thy brother
I cannot catch their sense—the battle's o'er? And would I had a sister.
Mess. It is, my lord. Piscaro stayed your coming, Vict. And wherefore would ye so?
But could no longer stay. His troops were bold, Bas.
To place her near thee, Occasion press'd him, and they bravely foughtThe soft companion of thy hours to prove,
They bravely fought, my lord ! And, when far distant, sometimes talk of me.
I hear, I hear thee. Thou couldst not chide a gentle sister's cares. Accursed am I, that it should wring my heart Perhaps, when rumour from the distant war, To hear they bravely fought!
They bravely fought, whilst we lay lingering here.
ACT v. 0! what a fated blow to strike me thus !
SCENE I.-A DARK NIGHT; NO MOON, BUT A FEW Perdition! shame! disgrace! a damned blow! STARS GLIMMERING; THE STAGE REPRESENTS (as
Mess. Ten thousand of the enemy are slain ; MUCH AS CAN BE DISCOVERED FOR THE DARKNE We too have lost full many a gallant soul.
A CHURCHYARD WITH PART OF A CHAPEL, AND
A WING OF THE DUCAL PALACE ADJOINING TO IT. I view'd the closing armies from afar; Their close-piked ranks in goodly order spread, Enter BASIL with his hat off, his hair and his dress in Which seem'd, a las ! when that the fight was o'er, disorder, stepping slowly, and stopping several times to Like the wild marshes' crop of stately reeds,
listen, as if he was afraid of meeting any one. Laid with the passing storm. But wo is me!
Bas. No sound is here: man is at rest, and I When to the field I came, what dismal sights! May near his habitations venture forth, What waste of life! What heaps of bleeding Like some unblessed creature of the night, slain !
| Who dares not meet his face.Her window's Bas. Would I were laid a red, disfigured corse,
dark; Amid those heaps ! they fought, and we were ab- No streaming light doth from her chamber beam, sent!
That I once more may on her dwelling gaze, (Walks about distractedly, then stops short.) And bless her still. All now is dark for me! Who sent thee here?
(Pauses for some time and looks upon the grates.) Mess. Piscaro sent me to inform Count Basil, How happy are the dead, who quietly rest He needs not now his aid, and gives him leave Beneath these stones ! each by his kindred laid, To march his tardy troops to distant quarters. Still in a hallow'd neighbourship with those, Bas. He says so, does he ? well, it shall be so. Who when alive his social converse shared :
(Tossing his arms distractedly.) And now perhaps some dear surviving friend I will to quarters, narrow quarters go,
Doth here at times the grateful visit pay, Where voice of war shall rouse me forth no more. Read with sad eyes his short memorial o'er,
(Exit. And bless his memory still Mess. I'll follow after him ; he is distracted: But I, like a vile outcast of my kind, And yet he looks so wild I dare not do it.
In some lone spot must lay my unburied corse,
To rot above the earth ; where, if perchance Enter VICTORIA as if frightened, followed by IsabelLA.
The steps of human wanderer e'er approach, Vict. (to Isab.) Didst thou not mark him as he He'll stand aghast, and flee the horrid place, pass'd thee too?
With dark imaginations frightful made Isab. I saw him pass, but with such hasty steps I The haunt of damned sprites. O cursed wretch !. had no time.
In the fair and honour'd field shouldst thou ha Vict. I met him with a wild disorder'd air,
died, In furious haste; he stopp'd distractedly,
Where brave friends, proudly smiling through their And gazed upon me with a mournful look,
tears, But pass'd away, and spoke not. Who art thou? Had pointed out the spot where Basil lay! (To the Messenger.)
(A light secn in Victoria's window.) I fear thou art a bearer of bad tidings.
But ha! the wonted, welcome light appears. Mess. No, rather good as I should deem it, | How bright within I see her chamber wall ! madam,
Athwart it too, a darkening shadow moves,
What means that motion of its clasped hands? Ten thousand French are slain, their monarch cap That drooping head ? alas! is she in sorrow? tive.
Alas! thou sweet enchantress of the mind, Vict. (to Mess.) Ah, there it is ! he was not in Whose voice was gladness, and whose presence the fight.
bliss, Run after him I pray-nay, do not som
Art thou unhappy too? I've brought thee wo; Run to his kinsman, good Count Rosinberg, It is for me thou weepest. Ah! were it so, And bid him follow him-I pray thee run ! Fall'n as I am, I yet could life endure, Mess. Nay, lady, by your leave, you seem not In some dark den from human sight conceal'd, well:
So, that I sometimes from my haunt might steal, I will conduct you hence, and then I'll go.
To see and love thee still. No, no, poor wretch! Vict. No, no, I'm well enough ; I'm very well; She weeps thy shame, she weeps, and scorns thee Go, hie thee hence, and do thine errand swiftly.
(Exit Messenger. She moves again; e'en darkly imaged thus, O what a wretch am I? I am to blame !
How lovely is that form! I only am to blame !
(Pauses, still looking at the window.) Isab.
Nay, wherefore say so? To be so near thee, and for ever parted ! What have you done that others would not do? For ever lost! what art thou now to me? Vict. What have I done? I've fool'd a noble Shall the departed gaze on thee again? heart
Shall I glide past thee in the midnight hour, I've wreck'd a brave man's honour !
Whilst thou perceivest it not, and think'st Exit, leaning upon Isabella. | perhaps
'Tis but the mournful breeze that passes by ? I Pauses again, and gazes at the window. till the SCENE II.- A WOOD, WILD AND SAVAGE: AN ENTRY light disappears.)
TO A CAVE, VERY MUCH TANGLED WITH BRUSH
WOOD, IS SEEN IN THE BACKGROUND. THE TIME 'Tis gone, 'tis gone! these eyes have seen their
REPRESENTS THE DAWN OF MORNING. BASIL IS last!
DISCOVERED STANDING NEAR THE FRONT OF THE The last impression of her heavenly form:
STAGE, IN A THOUGHTFUL POSTURE, WITH A COUThe last sight of those walls wherein she lives : PLE OF PISTOLS LAID BY HIM ON A PIECE OF PROThe last blest ray of light from human dwelling. JECTING ROCK ; HE PAUSES FOR SOME TIME. I am no more a being of this world.
Bas. (alone.) What shall I be some few short Farewell! farewell! all now is dark for me!
moments hence ? Come fated deed! come horror and despair!
Why ask I now? who from the dead will rise Here lies my dreadful way.
To tell me of that awful state unknown?
But be it what it may, or bliss, or torment,
Annihilation, dark and endless rest, Geof. O! stay, my general !
Or some dread thing, man's wildest range of thought Bas. Art thou from the grave?
Hath never yet conceived, that change I'll dare Geof. O my brave general ! do you know me
Which makes me any thing but what I am. not?
| I can bear scorpions' stings, tread fields of fire, I am old Geoffry, the old maim'd soldier, You did so nobly honour.
In frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie,
Be toss'd aloft through tracks of endless void, Bas. Then go thy way, for thou art honourable:
But cannot live in shame--(Pauses.) O impious Thou hast no shame, thou need'st not seek the
Will the great God of mercy, mercy have
On all but those who are most miserable ?
Will he not punish with a pitying hand
And shall I then against his will offenů,
Because he is most good and merciful ?
0! horrid baseness ! what, what shall I do?
I'll think no more-it turns my dizzy brainAnd yet shall live to cast my cap in air
It is too late to think-what must be, must beAt glorious tales of thee.Bas. Forbear, forbear! thy words but wring my
I cannot live, therefore I needs must die.
(Takes up the pistols, and walks up and down, soul. Geof. O! pardon me! I am old maim'd Geoffry.
looking wildly around him, then discovering
the care's mouth, 0! do not go ! I've but one hand to hold thee. (Laying hold of Basil as he attempts to go away.
Here is an entry to some darksome cave,
Where an uncoffin'd corse may rest in peace, Basil stops, and looks around upon him with
And hide its foul corruption from the earth. softness.) Bas. Two would not hold so well, old honour'd
The threshold is unmark'd by mortal foot.
I'll do it here. veteran ! What wouldst thou have me do ?
(Enters the cave and Exit ; a deep silence ; then Geof. Return, my lord; for love of blessed
the report of a pistol is heard from the cave, heaven,
and soon after, Enter Rosinberg, Valtomer, Seek not such desperate ways ! where would you
two Officers and Soldiers, almost at the same
moment by different sides of the stage.) Bas. Does Geoffry ask where should a soldier go
Ros. This way the sound did come. To hide disgrace ? there is no place but one.
Valt. How came ye, soldiers ? heard ye that (Struggling to get free.)
report? Let go thy foolish hold, and force me not
1st Sol. We heard it, and it seem'd to come from To do some violence to thy hoary head
hence, What, wilt thou not? nay, then it must be so.
Which made us this way hie. (Breaks violently from him, and Exit.)
mil Ros. A horrid fancy darts across my mind. Geof. Cursed feeble hand! he's gone to seek
(A groan heard from the cave.)
(To Valt.) Ha! heard'st thou that? perdition ! I cannot run. Where is that stupid hind?
Valt. Methinks it is the groan of one in pain. He should have met me here. Holla, Fernando !
(A second groan.)
Ros. Ha! there again!
Valt. From this cave's mouth, so dark and We've lost him, he is gone, he's broke from me!
choaked with weeds, Did I not bid thee meet me early here,
It seems to come. For that he has been known to haunt this place? Ros.
I'll enter first. [briers : Fer. Which way has he gone ?
1st Off. My lord, the way is tangled o'er with Geof. Towards the forest, if I guess aright. Hard by, a few short paces to the left, But do thou run with speed to Rosinberg,
There is another mouth of easier access; And he will follow him ; run swiftly, man! I pass'd it even now.
Then shew the way. [EXEUNT. 42
2 E 2
Ros. (making a sign for the Officers to retire.) SCENE III.—THE INSIDE OF THE CAVE.
'Tis but a sentry, to prevent intrusion. Basil discovered lying on the ground, with his head
Bas. Thou know'st this desperate deed from raised a little upon a few stones and earth, the pistols lying beside him, and blood upon his breasi. Enter
sacred rites ROSINBERG, VALTOMER, and OFFICERS. Rosinberg, Hath shut me out: I am unbless'd of men, upon seeing Basil, stops short with horror, and remains | And what I am in sight of th' awful God, motionless for some time.
I dare not think ; when I am gone, my friend, Valt. Great God of heaven! what a sight is this !0! let a good man's prayers to heaven ascend (Rosinberg runs to Basil, and stoops down by his for an offending spirit-Pray for me. side.)
What thinkest thou ? although an outcast here, Ros. O Basil! O my friend! what hast thou May not some heavenly mercy still be found? done?
Ros. Thou wilt find mercy-my beloved BasilBas. (covering his face with his hand.) Why It cannot be that thou shouldst be rejected.
art thou come? I thought to die in peace. I will with bended knee I will implorem Ros. Thou know'st me not-I am thy Rosinberg, It choaks mine utterance I will pray for theeThy dearest, truest friend, thy loving kinsman ! Bas. This comforts methou art a loving friend. Thou dost not say to me, Why art thou come?
(A noise without.) Bas. Shame knows no kindred : I am fall'n, dis Ros. (to Off. without.) What noise is that?
graced ; My fame is gone, I cannot look upon thee.
Enter VALTOMER. Ros. My Basil, noble spirit! talk not thus ! Valt. (to Ros) My lord, the soldiers all insist to The greatest mind untoward fate may prove :
enter. Thou art our generous, valiant leader still,
What shall I do? they will not be denied : Fall'n as thou art-and yet thou art not fall’n ; They say that they will see their noble general. Who says thou art, must put his harness on,
Bas. Ah, my brave fellows! do they call me so ? And prove his words in blood.
Ros. Then let them come! Bas. Ah Rosinberg! this is no time to boast!
Enter SOLDIERS, who gather round Basil, and look I once had hopes a glorious name to gain ;
mournfully upon him; he holds out his hand to them Too proud of heart, I did too much aspire :
with a faint smile. The hour of trial came, and found me wanting ! Bas. My generous soldiers, this is kindly meant. Talk not of me, but let me be forgotten.
| I'm low in the dust; God bless you all, brave And O! my friend ! something upbraids me here,
hearts ! (laying his hand on his breast.) 1st Sol. And God bless you, my noble, noble For that I now remember how oft-times
general ! I have ursurp'd it o'er thy better worth,
We'll never follow such a leader more. Most vainly teaching where I should have learnt; | 2d Sol. Ah! had you stayed with us, my noble But thou wilt pardon me.
general, Ros. (taking Basil's hand, and pressing it to his We would have died for you.
breast.) Rend not my heart in twain ! O talk (3d Soldier endeavours next to speak, but cannot ; not thus !
and kneeling down by Basil, corers his face I knew thou wert superior to myself,
with his cloak. Rosinberg turns his face to the And to all men beside: thou wert my pride ;
wall and weeps.) I paid thee deference with a willing heart.
Bas. (in a very faint broken voice.) Where art Bas. It was delusion, all delusion, Rosinberg'
thou ? do not leave me, RosinbergI feel my weakness now, I own my pride.
Come near to me-these fellows make me weep: Give me thy hand, my time is near the close : I have no power to weep-give me thy handDo this for me : thou know'st my love, Victoria I love to feel thy grasp-my heart beats strangely
Ros. O curse that woman ! she it is alone It beats as though its breathings would be fewShe has undone us all! 1
RememberBas. It doubles unto me the stroke of death
Ros. Is there aught thou wouldst desire ? To hear thee name her thus. O curse her not! Bas. Naught but a little earth to cover me, The fault is mine; she's gentle, good and blame- And lay the smooth sod even with the ground less.
Let no stone mark the spot-give no offence. Thou wilt not then my dying wish fulfil ?
I fain would say-what can I say to thee? Ros. I will! I will! what wouldst thou have me (A deep pause; after a feeble struggle, Basii do?
erpires.) Bas. See her when I am gone; be gentle with her; 1st Sol. That motion was his last. And tell her that I bless'd her in my' death;
His spirit's fled. E’en in my agonies I loved and bless'd her.
1st Sol. God grant it peace! it was a noble spirit! Wilt thou do this?
4th Sol. The trumpet's sound did never rouse a Ros. I'll do what thou desirest.
braver. Bas. I thank thee, Rosinberg; my time draws 1st Sol. Alas! no trumpet e'er shall rouse him near.
more, (Raising his head a little, and perceiving Of- Until the dreadful blast that wakes the dead. ficers.)
2d Sol. And when that sounds it will not wake Is there not some one here? are we alone ?
a bra ver.