Enter a group of LADIES from the other apartment, who walk slowly across the bottom of the stage, and return to it again. KEZ. shrugs up his shoulders, as if unwil ling to go. I've proudly to th' inquiring stranger told 1st Gent. (to Rez.) Behold in sable veil a lady Despising all the blandishments of love; comes, Whose noble air doth challenge fancy's skill To suit it with a countenance as goodly. Whilst many a youth his hopeless love conceal'd, (Pointing to Jane De Mon. who now enters in a In faith! I mean you no discourtesy. Rez. Yes, this way lies attraction. (To Freb.) I thus appear, (pointing to her veil,) not careless of respect Unto the generous lady of the feast. Beneath this veil no beauty shrouded is, De Mon. Yes, it is ever thus. Undo that veil, And think of him no more. Jane. I know it well, even to a proverb grown, My heart upbraids me with a crime like his. With equal bans; thine has not watch'd for thee, Wo, As I have done for him. De Mon. (eagerly.) Ah! has she not? By heaven! the sum of all thy kindly deeds Were but as chaff poised against massy gold, Compared to that which I do owe her love. O pardon me! I mean not to offend- am too warm-but she of whom I speak Is the dear sister of my earliest love; In noble, virtuous worth to none a second: And though behind those sable folds were hid As fair a face as ever woman own'd, Still would I say she is as fair as thou. How oft amidst the beauty-blazing throng, Jane. (Off her guard, in a soft natural tone of voice.) O no! nor do me any. De Mon. What voice speaks now? Withdraw, withdraw this shade! For if thy face bear semblance to thy voice, I'll fall and worship thee. Pray! pray undo! (Puts forth his hand eagerly to snatch away the veil, whilst she shrinks back, and Rezenvelt steps between to prevent him.) Rez. Stand off: no hand shall lift this sacred veil. De Mon. What, dost thou think De Monfort fall'n so low, That there may live a man beneath heaven's roof, Who dares to say, he shall not? Rez. He lives who dares to say Jane. (throwing back her veil, much alarmed, ana rushes between them.) Forbear, forbear! (Rezervelt, very much struck, steps back respectfully, and makes her a low bow. De Monfort stands for a while motionless, gazing upon her, till she, looking erpressively to him, extends her arms, and he, rushing into them, bursts into tears. Freberg seems very much pleased. The company then advancing from the inner apartment, gather about them, and the Scene closes.) Enter DE MONFORT, with a disordered air, and his hand pressed upon his forehead, followed by JANE. De Mon. No more, my sister, urge me not again: My secret troubles cannot be reveal'd. From all participation of its thoughts My heart recoils: I pray thee be contented. Jane. What, must I, like a distant humble friend, Observe thy restless eye, and gait disturb'd, In timid silence, whilst with yearning heart I turn aside to weep? O no! De Monfort! A nobler task thy nobler mind will give; Thy true intrusted friend I still shall be. De Mon. Ah, Jane, forbear! I cannot e'en to thee. Jane. Then, fy upon it! fy upon it, Monfort! There was a time when e'en with murder stain'd, Had it been possible that such dire deed Could e'er have been the crime of one so piteous, Thou wouldst have told it me. De Mon. So would I now-but ask of this no more. All other trouble but the one I feel I had disclosed to thee. I pray thee spare me; It is the secret weakness of my nature. Jane. Then secret let it be; I urge no farther. The eldest of our valiant father's hopes, So sadly orphan'd, side by side we stood, Like two young trees, whose boughs in early Here I entreat thee on my bended knees. strength Screen the weak saplings of the rising grove, And brave the storm together I have so long, as if by nature's right, Thy bosom's inmate and adviser been, I thought through life I should have so remain'd, Alas! my brother! (Kneeling.) (De Monfort starts up, and catching her in his arms, raises her up, then placing her in the chair kneels at her feet.) De Mon. Thus let him kneel who should th' And at thine honour'd feet confession make. De Mon. O Jane! thou dost constrain me with A place of torment; and the light of day, Would I could tell it thee. With the gay intercourse of social man, Jane Thou shalt not tell me. Nay, I'll stop mine O Jane! thou wilt despise me. ears, Jane. Say not so: brother. I'll stay by thee; I'll cheer thee, comfort thee: No kindly heart contemns. A lover, say'st thou ? peace, From social pleasure, from my native home, Avoiding all men, cursing and accursed. Jane. De Monfort, this is fiend-like, frightful, terrible! What being, by th' Almighty Father form'd, Of flesh and blood, created even as thou, Jane. Ah! say not so, for I will haunt thee Unknit thy brows, and spread those wrath clench'd too; And be to it so close an adversary, That, though I wrestle darkling with the fiend, De Mon. Jane. What say'st thou, Monfort? O! what They have awaked my soul to dreadful thoughts. (He shakes his head, and turns from her; she By the affection thou didst ever bear me; (He waves her off with his hand, and covers his Tried early, long, and never wanting found, More rightful power than crown or sceptre give, hands. Some sprite accursed within thy bosom mates To work thy ruin. Strive with it, my brother! De Mon. It will not part. (His hand on his I've lodged it here too long: Jane. Who didst thou say? De Mon. O! that detested Rezenvelt; Each 'gainst the other pitch'd his ready pledge, (He throws himself into a chair, greatly agi-Do scowl and chatter at the light of day, De Monfort, do not thus resist my love. I could endure it; even as we bear I could endure it. But when honours came, And wealth and new-got titles fed his pride; De Mon. I have kill'd thee. Turn, turn thee not away! look on me still Whilst flattering knaves did trumpet forth his O! droop not thus, my life, my pride, my sister; praise, And grovelling idiots grinn'd applauses on him; It drove me frantic.-What! what would I give! Jane. And would thy hatred crush the very man De Mon. Ha! thou hast heard it, then? From all the world, But most of all from thee, I thought it hid. De Mon. I did! I did! 'twas that which drove me hither. I could not bear to meet thine eye again. Jane. Alas! that, tempted by a sister's tears, Of its most worthless weapon, he but spared Until that day, till that accursed day, I knew not half the torment of this hell, Which burns within my breast. Heaven's lightnings blast him! Jane. O this is horrible! Forbear, forbear! De Mon. What all men shrink from; to be dust, be nothing, Jane. O wouldst thou kill me with these dreadful words? Look on me yet again. In better days, wert wont to be my pride. And still more wretched in the pain I give. Jane. I've held my warfare through a troubled world, And borne with steady mind my share of ill; What a most noble creature wouldst thou be! Enter MANUEL. De Mon. Ha! some one enters. Wherefore comest thou here? Man. Count Freberg waits your leisure. De Mon. (angrily.) Be gone, be gone! I cannot see him now. [EXIT Manuel. Jane. Come to my closet; free from all intrusion, I'll school thee there; and thou again shalt be My willing pupil, and my generous friend, The noble Monfort I have loved so long, And must not, will not lose. De Mon. Do as thou wilt; I will not grieve thee [EXEUNT. more. ACT III. SCENE I.-COUNTESS FREBERG'S DRESSING-ROOM. Enter the COUNTESS dispirited and out of humour, and throws herself into a chair: enter, by the opposite side, THERESA. Ther. Madam, I am afraid you are unwell: What is the matter? does your head ache? Lady. (peevishly.) De Mon. (raising his hands to heaven.) Let me 'Tis not my head: concern thyself no more but once upon his ruin look, Then close mine eyes for ever! Jane in great distress, staggers back, and supports herself upon the side scene. De Mon. alarmed, runs up to her with a softened voice.) Ha! how is this? thou'rt ill; thou'rt very pale. With what concerns not thee. Ther. Go you abroad to-night? No, Lady. Yes, thinkest thou I'll stay and fret at home? Ther. Then please to say what you would choose to wear :One of your newest robes ? Lady. I hate them all. Ther. Surely that purple scarf became you well, With all those wreaths of richly hanging flowers. Did I not overhear them say, last night, As from the crowded ball-room ladies past, How gay and handsome, in her costly dress, The Countess Freberg look'd? Lady. Ther. I did, and more than this. If she o'erheard her own request neglected, resa, Didst thou overhear it? Vainly to please herself with childish thoughts Lady. Well, all are not so greatly prejudiced; All do not think me like a May-day queen, Which peasants deck in sport. Ther. And who said this? Lady. (putting her handkerchief to her eyes.) F'en my good lord, Theresa. Ther. He said it but in jest. He loves you well. As my good master is. And then, dear madam, How she was come through the rough winter's storm, To seek and comfort an unhappy brother, Lady. Ay, ay, there is a charm in this I find: Ther. No, madam, no, I could not think of this. Lady. That would reduce her in your eyes, mayhap, To woman's level.-Now I see my vengeance! To meet with Rezenvelt. When Freberg hears it, Re-enter LADY, with great violence. Lady. I am a fool, not to have seen full well, That thy best pleasure in o'errating so This lofty stranger is to humble me, And cast a darkening shadow o'er my head. Ay, wherefore dost thou stare upon me thus Art thou ashamed that I have thus surprised thee? Well mayst thou be so ! Freb. On Monfort's noble sister; but that thus, Freb. Alas, I've been too rough! (Taking her hand and kissing it tenderly.) My gentle love! my own, my only love! See, she revives again. How art thou, love? Support her to her chamber, good Theresa, I'll sit and watch by her. I've been too rough. [EXEUNT Lady, supported by Freb. and Ther. SCENE II.-DE MONFORT DISCOVERED SITTING BY A TABLE READING. AFTER A LITTLE TIME, HE LAYS DOWN HIS BOOK, AND CONTINUES IN A THOUGHTFUL POSTURE. Enter to him JANE DE MONFORT. Jane. Thanks, gentle brother (Pointing to the book.) Lady. How canst thou know that I shall say Thy willing mind has rightly been employ'd: what is not ? Tis like enough I shall but speak the truth. Ther. Ah no! there isLady. Well, hold thy foolish tongue. (Freberg's voice is heard without. After hesitating.) I will not see him now. Did not thy heart warm at the fair display Though keen and lasting, into love as strong: Enter FREBERG by the opposite side, passing on hastily. Ther. Pardon, my lord; I fear you are in haste. Yet must I crave that you will give to me The books my lady mentioned to you: she Has charged me to remind you. Freb. I'm in haste. (Passing on.) All, all, my brother! De Mon. Th' uplifted stroke that would a wretch destroy, Gorged with my richest spoil, stain'd with my blood, I would arrest, and cry, "Hold! hold! have mer cy." But when the man most adverse to my nature Who e'en from childhood hath, with rude malevolence, Withheld the fair respect all paid beside, Turning my very praise into derision; Would claim the generous feelings of my heart, And cries, "It is impossible!" De Mon. His lady too! why comes he not alone? Must all the world stare upon our meeting? Enter Count FREBERG and his COUNTESS. Freb. A happy morrow to my noble marquis And his most noble sister! Generous Freberg, Jane. Your face, methinks, forbodes a happy morn, Jane. (shaking her head.)—Ah, Monfort, Mon- Open and cheerful. What of Rezenvelt? fort! Freb. I left him at his home, prepared to follow: De Mon. I can forgive th' envenomed reptile's He'll soon appear. (To De Monfort.) And now, sting, But hate his loathsome self. Jane. And canst thou do no more for love of heaven? De Mon. Alas! I cannot now so school my mind To pout and swell, I strictly will repress; And Rezenvelt consents. He meets you here; so far he shows respect. my worthy friend, Give me your hand; this happy change delights me. (De Monfort gives him his hand coldly, and they walk to the bottom of the stage together, in earnest discourse, whilst Jane and the Countess remain in the front.) Lady. My dearest madam, will you pardon me? I know Count Freberg's business with De Monfort, And had a strong desire to visit you, So much I wish the honour of your friendship; So shall Count Freberg's lady ever be. Which were their fittest garb. Now, on my life! I know no truer heart than Rezen velt. De Mon. Well, Freberg, well, there needs not all this pains To garnish out his worth: let it suffice; hence; Pleasant to those who love high generous deeds De Mon. Well, let it be; the sooner past the And, though I have been sworn to secrecy, better. Jane. I'm glad to hear you say so, for, in truth, He has proposed for it an early hour. 'Tis almost near his time; I came to tell you. De Mon. What, comes he here so soon? shame on his speed! It is not decent thus to rush upon me. Jane. O say not so! he comes with heart sincere. De Mon. Could we not meet elsewhere? from home-i' the fields, Where other men-must I alone receive him? (Walks up and down very much disturbed.) Now didst thou say?-how goes the hour?-e'en now! Yet must I tell it thee. This knight is near akin to Rezervelt, To whom an old relation, short while dead, De Mon. Freb. O no! to think upon a generous deed Expands my soul, and makes me lightly breathe. De Mon. Who gives the feast to-night? His name escapes me. I would some other friend were first arrived. dame. Freb. Old Count Waterlan. |