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diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/README b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/README
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+==============================================================================
+TEXNIKA November 2006
+==============================================================================
+
+ The Technica suite
+ Typesetting for the Humanities
+ Version 0.9
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+Contents
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+1. Requirements
+2. Installing Technica
+3. Typesetting the examples
+4. Documentation
+5. License
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+1. Requirements
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+Technica requires the LaTeXe release dated 2003/12/01 or the release
+dated 2005/12/01 and will not work with any earlier or later release.
+If and when a new LaTeXe release is published, the Technica software
+will be changed to allow use of the new release, provided the latter
+consists, as it has been the case with all previous versions of LaTeX,
+of a set of macros for TeX. Should the new release require, as has
+been hinted, a program other that TeX, the Technica software will not
+be changed. The reason for this restriction is simple: Technica has
+been written for TeX and it will never depend, directly or indirectly,
+on any set of macros that cannot be processed by TeX. Please note that
+the licence under which the Technica software is distributed prohibits
+any modification of the files.
+
+The following packages are required by Technica:
+
+calc Kresten Krab Thorup, Frank Jensen and the LaTeX3 Project
+ifmtarg Peter Wilson and Donald Arseneau
+ifthen Leslie Lamport, the LaTeX3 project, David Carlisle
+keyval David Carlisle
+soul Melchior Franz
+
+All the packages are available on CTAN.
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+2. Installing Technica
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+To install the software run LaTeX on technica.ins
+This will place the files:
+
+ TEXNIKA.sty
+ poetry.sty
+ drama.sty
+
+in the current directory. These files should be moved to a directory
+in the TeX input path. The following files (included in the distribution)
+must also be moved to the same directory:
+
+ txndrop.sty
+ txnline.sty
+ txntitle.sty
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+3. Typesetting the examples
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+Instructions for typesetting the examples files can be found in
+'examples.pdf' in the `examples' subdirectory.
+Please note that many examples files require Babel with the
+appropriate language option, as specified in the instructions.
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+4. Documentation
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+The user manual is available in `Technica.pdf'.
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+5. License
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+The software is distributed under the terms of the license included
+in file license.txt
diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/TEXNIKA.dtx b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/TEXNIKA.dtx
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+% \iffalse meta-comment
+%
+%
+% COPYRIGHT NOTICE AND LICENSE
+%
+%
+% COPYRIGHT
+% =========
+%
+% Copyright Gianfranco Boggio-Togna 2006
+%
+%
+% DEFINITIONS
+% ===========
+%
+% In this document the following terms are used:
+%
+% `Work'
+% The files TEXNIKA.dtx, poetry.dtx, drama.dtx, technica.ins and
+% the derived files TEXNIKA.sty, poetry.sty, drama.sty
+%
+% 'Copyright Holder'
+% Gianfranco Boggio-Togna
+%
+% `Derived Work'
+% Any work that under any applicable law is derived from the Work.
+%
+% `Modification'
+% Any procedure that produces a Derived Work under any applicable
+% law -- for example, the production of a file containing an
+% original file associated with the Work or a significant portion of
+% such a file, either verbatim or with modifications and/or
+% translated into another language.
+%
+% `Modify'
+% To apply any procedure that produces a Derived Work under any
+% applicable law.
+%
+% `Distribution'
+% Making copies of the Work available from one person to another, in
+% whole or in part. Distribution includes (but is not limited to)
+% making any electronic components of the Work accessible by
+% file transfer protocols such as FTP or HTTP or by shared file
+% systems such as Sun's Network File System (NFS).
+%
+%
+% CONDITIONS ON DISTRIBUTION AND MODIFICATION
+% ===========================================
+%
+% 1. You may distribute a complete, unmodified copy of the Work as you
+% received it. Distribution of only part of the Work is considered
+% modification of the Work, and no right to distribute such a Derived
+% Work may be assumed under the terms of this clause.
+%
+% 2. The Copyright Holder may, without restriction, modify the Work,
+% thus creating a Derived Work. The Copyright Holder may also distribute
+% the Derived Work without restriction. Derived Works distributed in
+% this manner by the Copyright Holder are considered to be updated
+% versions of the Work.
+%
+% 3. If you are not the Copyright Holder, you are not allowed
+% to modify the Work.
+%
+% 4. The conditions above are not intended to prohibit, and hence do
+% not apply to, the modification, by any method, of any component so that it
+% becomes identical to an updated version of that component of the Work as
+% it is distributed by the Copyright Holder under Clause 2, above.
+%
+% 5. Distribution of the Work in an alternative format, where the Work
+% is then produced by applying some process to that format, does not
+% relax or nullify any sections of this license as they pertain to the
+% results of applying that process.
+%
+% 6. This license places no restrictions on works that are unrelated to
+% the Work, nor does this license place any restrictions on aggregating
+% such works with the Work by any means.
+%
+% 7. Nothing in this license is intended to, or may be used to, prevent
+% complete compliance by all parties with all applicable laws.
+%
+%
+% CONDITIONS ON USE
+% =================
+%
+% The Work may be used without charge for non-commercial private
+% or academic purposes. Use of the Work for commercial purposes is
+% prohibited. To use the Work for commercial purposes you must obtain a
+% license for commercial use from the Copyright Holder.
+%
+%
+% NO WARRANTY
+% ===========
+%
+% There is no warranty for the Work. Except when otherwise stated in
+% writing, the Copyright Holder provides the Work `as is', without
+% warranty of any kind, either expressed or implied, including, but not
+% limited to, the implied warranties of merchantability and fitness for
+% a particular purpose. The entire risk as to the quality and performance
+% of the Work is with you. Should the Work prove defective, you
+% assume the cost of all necessary servicing, repair, or correction.
+%
+% In no event unless agreed to in writing will the Copyright Holder or
+% any other party who may distribute the Work as permitted above, be
+% liable to you for damages, including any general, special, incidental
+% or consequential damages arising out of any use of the Work or out
+% of inability to use the Work (including, but not limited to, loss of
+% data, data being rendered inaccurate, or losses sustained by anyone
+% as a result of any failure of the Work to operate with any other
+% programs), even if the Copyright Holder or said other party has been
+% advised of the possibility of such damages.
+%
+%<*driver>
+\documentclass{ltxdoc}
+\usepackage[ibycus,english]{babel}
+\usepackage[pagestyles]{titlesec}
+\newpagestyle {TEXNIKA@page} {
+
+ \sethead {}
+ {\large {\itshape The} \texttt{TEXNIKA} {\itshape package}}
+ {\textup{\thepage}}
+ \setfoot {}
+ {Copyright \copyright\ Gianfranco Boggio--Togna 2006}
+ {}%
+ \setmarks {section}{subsection}
+
+}
+\setlength{\parindent}{0pt}
+\setlength{\textwidth}{5.5in}
+\setlength{\textheight}{8.5in}
+\setlength{\parskip}{\smallskipamount}
+\setcounter{tocdepth}{4}
+\MakeShortVerb{|}
+\AlsoImplementation
+\begin{document}
+\DocInput{texnika.dtx}
+\end{document}
+%</driver>
+%
+% \fi
+%\iftrue \CheckSum{16391}\fi
+%
+% \def\fileversion{0.99}
+% \def\filedate{2006/11/11}
+%
+\def\TEXNIKA {%
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \csname l@polutonikogreek\endcsname \relax
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \csname l@ibycus\endcsname \relax
+ $\tau\kern-.05em\epsilon\chi\nu\kern-.05em\iota
+ \kappa\kern.04em\acute\alpha$%
+ \else
+ \foreignlanguage{ibycus}{texnika'}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \foreignlanguage{polutonikogreek}{teqnik'a}%
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TeXbook {\textit{The \TeX{}book}{}}
+\def \TXN@cmd#1{\texttt{\protect\bslash #1}}%
+%
+% \thispagestyle{empty}
+% \begin{centering}
+% {\large \textsc{Gianfranco Boggio\,--Togna}}\par
+% \vspace*{1in}
+% {\Huge \TEXNIKA}\par
+% \vspace*{.15in}
+% {\LARGE Typesetting for the Humanities}\par
+% \vspace*{.5in}
+% {\Large The {\normalsize TEXNIKA} package}\par
+% \vfill
+% {\Large Version 0.9}\par
+% \end{centering}
+% \newpage
+% \thispagestyle{empty}
+% \vspace{6ex}
+% \section*{Copyright notice}
+% \noindent Copyright \copyright\ Gianfranco Boggio--Togna 2006\par
+% Author's address: C.P. 14021, I-20140 Milano\\
+% Email: \textsl{gbt\kern .08em @\kern .1em acm.org}
+% \vspace{6ex}
+% \section*{License}
+% \noindent This program is distributed under the terms of the license
+% that appears at the start of the file \texttt{TEXNIKA.dtx} (this file)
+% and in file \texttt{license.txt}
+%
+% This program consists of the files \texttt{TEXNIKA.dtx} and
+% \texttt{technica.ins}
+%
+% \newpage
+% \pagenumbering{roman}
+% \tableofcontents
+% \newpage
+% \pagenumbering{arabic}
+% \pagestyle {TEXNIKA@page}
+%
+% \StopEventually{}
+% \section{Preliminaries}
+% \subsection{External dependencies}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@temp {LaTeX2e}
+\def \TXN@temp@bis {2003/12/01}
+\@tempswafalse
+\ifx \fmtname \TXN@temp
+ \ifx \fmtversion \TXN@temp@bis
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp@bis {2005/12/01}
+ \ifx \fmtversion \TXN@temp@bis
+ \else
+ \@tempswatrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+\else
+ \@tempswatrue
+\fi
+\if@tempswa
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The Technica suite requires the LaTex\MessageBreak
+ release dated `2003/12/01' or `2005/12/01'}
+ {}
+ \def\recurse{(\recurse)}\recurse
+\fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\ProvidesPackage {TEXNIKA}[2006/11/11]
+\def \TXN@option@repeat {n}
+\def \TXN@option@stats {y}
+\def \TXN@warnings@level {2}
+\def \TXN@showlineno {n}
+\DeclareOption {repeat} {\def\TXN@option@repeat{y}}
+\DeclareOption {norepeat} {\def\TXN@option@repeat{n}}
+\DeclareOption {nostats} {\def\TXN@option@stats{n}}
+\DeclareOption {nowarnings} {\def\TXN@warnings@level{0}}
+\DeclareOption {warnings} {\def\TXN@warnings@level{1}}
+\DeclareOption {inplacewarnings} {\def\TXN@warnings@level{2}}
+\DeclareOption {lineno} {\def\TXN@showlineno{y}}
+\ProcessOptions
+\RequirePackage {keyval}[1999/03/16 v1.13]
+\RequirePackage {calc}[1998/07/07 v4.1b]
+\RequirePackage {txnline}
+\RequirePackage {txntitle}
+\RequirePackage {txndrop}
+\RequirePackage {ifmtarg}[2000/03/24 v1.2]
+\RequirePackage {ifthen}[2001/05/26 v1.1c]
+\RequirePackage {soul}[2003/11/17 v2.4]
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \newpage
+% \subsection{Booleans}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A general-purpose switch, always used globally.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@sw
+\def \TXN@sw@true {\global\TXN@swtrue}
+\def \TXN@sw@false {\global\TXN@swfalse}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@withinVersus
+\newif \ifTXN@withinProsa
+\newif \ifTXN@withinDrama
+\newif \ifTXN@withinSD
+\newif \ifTXN@withinPersona
+\newif \ifTXN@withinAd
+\newif \ifTXN@withinFaciesStrophae
+\newif \ifTXN@withinIndexes
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@milestones
+\newif \ifTXN@replay
+\newif \ifTXN@lineating
+\newif \ifTXN@folio@set
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@poetry
+\newif \ifTXN@leaders
+\newif \ifTXN@outside@preamble
+\newif \ifTXN@blank@line
+\newif \ifTXN@after@Spatium
+\newif \ifTXN@internal
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Visible to the user
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifNewPage
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Registers}
+% We stick to the rules for scratch registers.
+% Registers with names ending in `@' are even-numbered and used only
+% with local assignments; odd-numbered registers are used only with
+% global assignments.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\dimendef \dimen@iii = 3
+\dimendef \dimen@@ = 4
+\toksdef \toks@i = 1
+\toksdef \toks@@ = 2
+\toksdef \toks@iii = 3
+\toksdef \toks@v = 5
+\skipdef \skip@i = 1
+\skipdef \skip@@ = 2
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Work registers
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcount \TXN@counter
+\newcount \TXN@counter@a
+\newcount \TXN@counter@b
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newdimen \TXN@dim@a
+\newdimen \TXN@dim@b
+\newdimen \TXN@dim@c
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newskip \TXN@skip@a
+\newskip \TXN@skip@b
+\newskip \TXN@skip@c
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newtoks \TXN@toks@a
+\newtoks \TXN@toks@b
+\newtoks \TXN@toks@c
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Dedicated registers
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newskip \TXN@skip@depth@cclv
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Where the paragraph parameters are saved
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newskip \TXN@baselineskip
+\newskip \TXN@leftskip
+\newskip \TXN@rightskip
+\newskip \TXN@hangindent
+\newskip \TXN@hangafter
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The leading space in the line, for both \textit{Versus} and \textit{Prosa}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newskip \TXN@leading@space
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The output of |\TXN@trim|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newtoks \TXN@trimmed
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The text measure
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newdimen \TXN@measure
+\let \Measure = \TXN@measure
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Boxes}
+% Work boxes
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newbox \TXN@vbox
+\newbox \TXN@hbox
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Dedicated boxes
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newbox \TXN@object@numerus
+\newbox \TXN@object@textus
+\newbox \TXN@marginalia
+\newbox \TXN@standalone
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A box for inserts (used for milestones)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \@next \TXN@insert \@freelist \relax \relax
+\def \TXN@max@floats {256\relax}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Options}
+% Options marked with an asterisk can be set/tested by the user:
+% the value must not be changed.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Paragraph shape
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@o@Justified {j} % *
+\def \TXN@o@RangedLeft {l} % *
+\def \TXN@o@RangedRight {r} % *
+\def \TXN@o@Centred {c} % *
+\def \TXN@o@CentredFinal {f} % *
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Areas
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@o@AttachedToArea {A}
+\def \TXN@o@AreaBottom {B}
+\def \TXN@o@AreaMiddle {M}
+\def \TXN@o@AreaTop {T}
+\def \TXN@o@AreaWrap {W}
+\def \TXN@o@AreaExtend {E}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Spacing
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@o@NoSpatiumAnte {a} % *
+\def \TXN@o@NoSpatiumPost {p} % *
+\def \TXN@o@NoSpatiumSupra {s} % *
+\def \TXN@o@NoSpatiumInfra {i} % *
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@o@SpatiumStar {*}
+\def \TXN@o@SpatiumExclude {x}
+\def \TXN@o@SpatiumExcludeDim {d}
+\def \TXN@o@SpatiumExcludeEject {[}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Alignment
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@o@AlignedAxis {a}
+\def \TXN@o@AlignedBottom {b}
+\def \TXN@o@AlignedTop {t}
+\def \TXN@o@AlignedMiddle {m}
+\def \TXN@o@AlignedCentre {C}
+\def \TXN@o@AlignedLeft {L}
+\def \TXN@o@AlignedRight {R}
+\def \TXN@o@AlignedTail {y}
+\def \TXN@o@FieldAutoWidth {f}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Drama
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@o@PersonaNormal {n}
+\def \TXN@o@PersonaCentre {c}
+\def \TXN@o@PersonaLeft {l}
+\def \TXN@o@DetachedSD {d} % *
+\def \TXN@o@EmbeddedSD {e} % *
+\def \TXN@o@InitialSD {b} % *
+\def \TXN@o@LeftSD {l} % *
+\def \TXN@o@RightSD {r} % *
+\def \TXN@o@NoHangindent {h} % *
+\def \TXN@o@NoFirstIndent {q} % *
+\def \TXN@o@FullWidth {w} % *
+% \end{macrocode}
+% |\textus|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@o@Unhyphenated {u}
+\def \TXN@o@Multiples {x}
+\def \TXN@o@Leaders {.}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% |\numerus|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@o@Pagewise {p}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Delimiters
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@o@DelimiterAtStart {s}
+\def \TXN@o@DelimiterAtEnd {e}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Miscellaneous
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@o@NoArgument {0}
+\def \TXN@o@NoFacies {1}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Short-hands}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@exxxpandafter {\expandafter\expandafter\expandafter}
+\def \TXN@c {\the\TXN@counter}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Most control sequence names in the suite are built with |\csname|
+% |\endcsname|. These macros make the code somewhat more
+% readable (and writable :)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@def #1{\expandafter\def\csname #1\endcsname}
+\def \TXN@edef #1{\expandafter\edef\csname #1\endcsname}
+\def \TXN@gdef #1{\expandafter\gdef\csname #1\endcsname}
+\def \TXN@xdef #1{\expandafter\xdef\csname #1\endcsname}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@let #1=#2{\expandafter\let\expandafter#1\csname #2\endcsname\relax}
+\def \TXN@assign #1=#2{\expandafter #1 \csname #2\endcsname\relax}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% These macros are used after |\if| (a trick from the Grand Wizard himself...)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@empty #1{00\fi\expandafter \ifx \csname #1\endcsname \empty}
+\def \TXN@relax #1{00\fi\expandafter \ifx \csname #1\endcsname \relax}
+\def \TXN@num #1#2#3{00\fi\expandafter \ifnum \csname #1\endcsname#2#3\relax}
+\def \TXN@x #1{00\fi\expandafter \ifx \csname #1\endcsname}
+\def \TXN@option #1#2{00\fi\TXN@test@option #1#2\if@tempswa}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Two macros used to handle CR within \textit{Versus}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@normalCR {\catcode`\^^M=5 }
+\def \TXN@activeCR {\catcode`\^^M=\active}
+\def \Strut {\leavevmode
+ \hbox{\vrule height \ht\strutbox depth \dp\strutbox width .25pt}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Macros to increment/decrement a number held in a control sequence
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@incr #1{%
+ \count@ = #1\relax
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \edef #1{\the\count@}%
+}
+\def \TXN@gincr #1{%
+ \count@ = #1\relax
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \xdef #1{\the\count@}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@decr #1{%
+ \count@ = #1\relax
+ \advance \count@ by \m@ne
+ \edef #1{\the\count@}%
+}
+\def \TXN@gdecr #1{%
+ \count@ = #1\relax
+ \advance \count@ by \m@ne
+ \xdef #1{\the\count@}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \subsection{Miscellaneous macros}
+%
+% The pass number
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \TXN@pass {1}%
+\def \TXN@theTextus {0}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A `sentinel' placed at the end of the parameter list for a macro
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@nil {}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Self-explanatory
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@self #1{#1}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% This macro is placed wherever there is the risk (for example, after macros
+% that expand to numerals) of unwanted expansion as \TeX{} looks ahead.
+% It is also used in |\ifx| tests to check if a macro holds |\relax|,
+% so the definition must NOT be changed.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@safe {\relax}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Makes a new test available in |\ifthenelse|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \isempty #1{\boolean{\ifx \empty#1true\else false\fi}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Used in some debugging output (and available to the user)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXNcmr}{%
+ \fontencoding{OT1}\fontfamily{cmr}\fontseries{m}%
+ \fontshape{n}\selectfont
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Service macros}
+%
+% \subsection{Lists}
+%
+% Two types of lists are available. The first (\textit{Simple List}) has
+% the format described in section 3 of the \textit{Dirty Tricks}
+% chapter. The second (\textit{Name List}) holds named elements, each
+% consisting of a control sequence (the name) and a value (enclosed
+% within braces).
+%
+% A \textit{Simple List} is created by |\TXN@SimpleList|.
+% For \textit{Name List}s, |\TXN@NameList| defines a prototype, which
+% is never used directly. An instance of the \textit{Name List}
+% is created by means of an |\edef| using the prototype as argument;
+% for instance:
+%
+% |\TXN@NameList\ThePrototype{\first \second \third}|\par
+% |\edef\AnInstance{\ThePrototype}|
+%
+% Lists are defined and modified by \textbf{local} assignements.
+% If a list is a global structure the next boolean must be set
+% to |true| before calling a macro that modifies the list (the
+% boolean is automatically reset to |false| after use).
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@global@list
+\let \TXN@listname = \relax
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Creating a list}
+%
+% Create a \textit{Simple List}.\\
+% |#1| the list name \\
+% |#2| the number of elements
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@SimpleList #1#2{%
+ \begingroup
+ \let \\ = \relax
+ \gdef#1{}%
+ \@tempcnta = #2\relax
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta > \z@
+ \xdef#1{#1\\{}}%
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \m@ne
+ \repeat
+ \endgroup
+}
+\TXN@SimpleList \TXN@SimpleList@work \z@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Define a \textit{Name List} prototype. \\
+% |#1| the \textit{Name List} prototype name\\
+% |#2| the list element names\\
+% All the list element names are |\let| equal to |\relax|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@NameList #1#2{%
+ \count@ = \escapechar
+ \escapechar = \m@ne
+ \edef #1{\TXN@listname {\string#1}}%
+ \escapechar = \count@
+ \def \TXN@temp {#1}%
+ \TXN@NameList@bis #2\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \TXN@NameList@bis #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \let #1 = \relax
+ \expandafter
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\TXN@temp #1{\relax}}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@NameList@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check if |#1| is \textit{Name List} of type |#2|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@NameList@check #1#2{%
+ \count@ = \z@
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \TXN@NameList@check@bis #1\TXN@nil
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@List@gobble {#2}%
+ \def \TXN@listname ##1{%
+ \if \TXN@x {##1}#2\relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ }%
+ \setbox\z@ = \hbox {#1}%
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@NameList@check@bis #1{%
+ \let \next = \TXN@NameList@check@bis
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \else
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \else
+ \ifnum \count@ = \z@
+ \ifx \TXN@listname #1\relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Service macros for lists}
+% Make all the elements of a \textit{Name List} equivalent to |\@gobble|.\\
+% |#1| is the list name.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@List@gobble #1{%
+ \let \TXN@listname = \@gobble
+ \expandafter \TXN@List@gobble@bis #1\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \TXN@List@gobble@bis #1#2#3\TXN@nil{%
+ \TXN@List@gobble@ter #3\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \TXN@List@gobble@ter #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \else
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \let #1 = \@gobble
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \TXN@List@gobble@ter
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% Determine the list type.\\
+% The argument of the macro call is the expanded list.\\
+% If \textit{Simple List}, |\TXN@list@type| is |\empty|\\
+% If \textit{Name List}, |\TXN@list@type| is the list prototype
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@check@list@type #1{%
+ \gdef \TXN@list@type {}%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@check@list@type@bis #1\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@check@list@type@bis #1#2#3\TXN@nil{%
+ \begingroup
+ \def \TXN@listname{\TXN@listname}%
+ \ifx \TXN@listname #1\relax
+ \gdef \TXN@list@type {#2}%
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% Check that the element name is defined for the \textit{Name List}
+% (to catch typos during development). |#1| is the list name,
+% |\TXN@token| holds the element name.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@check@name #1{%
+% \count@ = \@ne
+% \expandafter \TXN@check@name@bis #1\TXN@nil
+ \count@ = \z@
+}
+\def \TXN@check@name@bis #1#2#3\TXN@nil{%
+ \TXN@check@name@ter #3\TXN@nil
+% \expandafter \TXN@check@name@ter #3\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \TXN@check@name@ter #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \TXN@token #1\relax
+ \count@ = \z@
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \TXN@check@name@ter
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Returns the number of list elements in |\@tempcnta|.\\
+% |#1| is the list name.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@SimpleList@length #1{%
+ \@tempcnta = \z@
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \else
+ \begingroup
+ \def \\##1{\global\advance \@tempcnta by \@ne}%
+ #1%
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Getting a list element}
+%
+% The |\TXN@get| command fetches the value of a list element.\\
+% |#1| the list name, followed by a dot followed by...\\
+% |#2| the element name\\
+% |#3| a control sequence to which the value is assigned
+%
+% The macro first check |#1| to determine the list type and
+% then calls the appropriate macro.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get #1{%
+ \TXN@check@list@type #1\relax
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@list@type
+ \expandafter \TXN@SimpleList@get
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@NameList@get
+ \fi
+#1%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% Get a value from a \textit{Simple List}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@SimpleList@get #1.#2#3{%
+ \begingroup
+ \global \toks@i = {}%
+ \count@ = #2\relax
+ \def \\##1{%
+ \ifnum \count@ = \z@
+ \global \toks@i = {##1}%
+ \fi
+ \advance \count@ by \m@ne
+ }%
+ #1%
+ \endgroup
+ \edef #3{\the\toks@i}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Get a value from a \textit{Name List}
+%
+% All list elements are |\let| equal to |\@gobble| except the
+% element being fetched and then the list is executed.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@NameList@get #1.#2#3{%
+ \begingroup
+ \def \TXN@token {#2}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@check@name \csname \TXN@list@type\endcsname
+ \ifodd \count@
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\expandafter\protect\TXN@token\space
+ undefined for NameList\space \protect#1}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \TXN@List@gobble \csname \TXN@list@type\endcsname
+ \def #2##1{\global \toks@i={##1}}%
+ #1%
+ \endgroup
+ \edef #3{\the\toks@i}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting a list element}
+%
+% The |\TXN@set| command sets the value of a list element\\
+% |#1| the list name, followed by a dot followed by... \\
+% |#2| the element name\\
+% |#3| the new value
+%
+% The macro first check |#1| to determine the list type and
+% the calls the appropriate macro.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@set #1{%
+ \TXN@check@list@type #1\relax
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@list@type
+ \expandafter \TXN@SimpleList@set
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@NameList@set
+ \fi
+#1%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% Set the value of a \textit{Simple List} element.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@SimpleList@set #1.#2#3{%
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@SimpleList \TXN@gtemp \z@
+ \count@ = \z@
+ \def \\##1{%
+ \ifnum \count@ = #2\relax
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@gtemp{#3}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@gtemp{##1}%
+ \fi
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ }%
+ #1%
+ \ifnum \count@ < #2\relax
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {Invalid element number for simple list}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+ \ifTXN@global@list \TXN@global@listfalse \global \fi
+ \let #1= \TXN@gtemp
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Append an element to a \textit{Simple List}.
+% |#1| the list name\\
+% |#2| the element
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@SimpleList@append #1#2{%
+ \begingroup
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {#1}%
+ \toks@@ =\expandafter {#2}%
+ \xdef \TXN@gtemp{\the\toks@ \noexpand\\{\the\toks@@}}%
+ \endgroup
+ \ifTXN@global@list \TXN@global@listfalse \global \fi
+ \let #1= \TXN@gtemp
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@SimpleList@set@extend #1.#2#3{%
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@SimpleList\TXN@gtemp \z@
+ \count@ = \z@
+ \def \\##1{%
+ \ifnum \count@ = #2\relax
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@gtemp{#3}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@gtemp{##1}%
+ \fi
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ }%
+ #1%
+ \ifnum #2 < \count@
+ \else
+ {\loop
+ \ifnum \count@ < #2\relax
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@gtemp {}%
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \repeat
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@gtemp{#3}%
+ }%
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+ \ifTXN@global@list \TXN@global@listfalse \global \fi
+ \let #1 = \TXN@gtemp
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the value of a \textit{Name List} element
+%
+% All list elements remain |\let| equal to |\relax| except the
+% element being set and then the list is redefined.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@NameList@set #1.#2#3{%
+ \def \TXN@token {#2}%
+ \count@=\@ne
+ \expandafter \TXN@check@name \csname \TXN@list@type\endcsname
+ \ifodd \count@
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {\expandafter\protect\TXN@token\space
+ undefined for NameList \protect#1}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+ \fi
+ \def #2##1{\noexpand#2{#3}}%
+ \edef#1{#1}%
+ \let #2 = \relax
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Miscellanea}
+% \subsubsection{Issuing a warning message}
+%
+% The starred form of the command is used when we are in |vmode|: it
+% does not typeset the line number directly but adds it to the
+% |\TXN@marginalia| box.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@Warning@star
+\newcommand {\TXN@Warning}{%
+ \@ifstar {\TXN@Warning@startrue\TXN@Warning@bis}
+ {\TXN@Warning@starfalse\TXN@Warning@bis}%
+}
+\newcommand {\TXN@Warning@bis}[2][0]{%
+ \ifnum \TXN@warnings@level > \z@
+ \PackageWarningNoLine {TEXNIKA}
+ {Input line \number\inputlineno: \MessageBreak #2}%
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@warnings@level > \@ne
+ \begingroup
+ \TXNcmr \footnotesize
+ \dimen@ = \oddsidemargin
+ \ifdim \dimen@ < \evensidemargin
+ \dimen@ = \evensidemargin
+ \fi
+ \dimen@ = .5\dimen@
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\lower .45ex \hbox{*}}%
+ \if@twocolumn
+ \if@firstcolumn
+ \setbox \tw@= \llap {%
+ \copy \z@ \number\inputlineno \copy \z@ \kern \dimen@}%
+ \else
+ \setbox \tw@= \rlap {\kern\TXN@measure
+ \kern \dimen@ \copy \z@ \number\inputlineno \copy \z@}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \setbox \tw@= \llap{%
+ \copy \z@ \number\inputlineno \copy \z@ \kern \dimen@}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@Warning@star
+ \global \setbox \TXN@marginalia = \hbox to \z@ {%
+ \unhbox \TXN@marginalia \unhbox \tw@}%
+ \else
+ \ifvmode
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {WARNING in vmode}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+ \fi
+ \box\tw@
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+}
+\let \TXN@PackageWarningNoLine = \PackageWarningNoLine
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Handling an error in the \texttt{keyval} package
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@keyval@error #1{%
+ \expandafter \TXN@keyval@error@bis \KV@prefix
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Bad argument for \@backslashchar\TXN@temp}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+}
+\def \TXN@keyval@error@bis KV@#1@{\def \TXN@temp {#1}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Checking for the beginning of a number}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@isdigit
+\newif \ifTXN@issign
+\def \TXN@check@start@of@number #1{%
+ \TXN@check@start@of@number@bis #1\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \TXN@check@start@of@number@bis #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \TXN@isdigittrue
+ \TXN@issignfalse
+ \ifx 0#1\else
+ \ifx 1#1\else
+ \ifx 2#1\else
+ \ifx 3#1\else
+ \ifx 4#1\else
+ \ifx 5#1\else
+ \ifx 6#1\else
+ \ifx 7#1\else
+ \ifx 8#1\else
+ \ifx 9#1\else
+ \TXN@isdigitfalse
+ \TXN@issigntrue
+ \ifx +#1\else
+ \ifx -#1\else
+ \TXN@issignfalse
+ \fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Checking for glue}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@check@if@glue #1\TXN@nil{%
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \begingroup
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\skip@ = #1 sp}%
+ \ifdim \wd\z@ = \z@
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Checking for not infinitely stretchable glue}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@check@if@normal@glue #1{%
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \begingroup
+ \hbadness = \@M
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox to \maxdimen {\hskip #1}%
+ \ifnum \badness = \z@ \TXN@sw@false \fi
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{\TXN@cmd{futurenonspacelet}}
+% From \TeXbook
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \futurenonspacelet #1{%
+ \def \TXN@cs {#1}%
+ \afterassignment \TXN@fnsl@bis \let \TXN@fnsl@token= }
+\def \TXN@fnsl@bis {%
+ \expandafter \futurelet \TXN@cs \TXN@fnsl@ter}
+\def \TXN@fnsl@ter {%
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \TXN@cs \@sptoken
+ \expandafter \TXN@fnsl@quater
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@fnsl@token
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@fnsl@quater {\afterassignment \TXN@fnsl@bis \let \next= }
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Checking for an option}
+% If the option given in the first argument occurs in the option
+% string given in the second argument, set |\TXN@sw|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@test@option #1#2{%
+ \@tempswafalse
+ \edef \TXN@token {#1}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@test@option@bis #2\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \TXN@test@option@bis #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \if #1\TXN@token
+ \@tempswatrue
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@test@option@ter
+ \else
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@test@option@bis
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@test@option@ter #1\TXN@nil{}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Trimming spaces from a string}
+% The result is in the token register |\TXN@trimmed|.\\
+% The code is taken from Michael Downes' Solution~5 to
+% exercise 15 of his wonderful \textit{Around the Bend} collection
+% (\texttt{tex-archive/info/aro-bend}).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\catcode`\Q=3 %
+\def \TXN@trim #1{%
+ \begingroup
+ \aftergroup \global
+ \aftergroup \TXN@trimmed
+ \aftergroup {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@trim@bis \expandafter \noexpand#1Q Q}%
+}
+\def \TXN@trim@bis #1 Q{\TXN@trim@ter #1Q}
+\def \TXN@trim@ter #1Q#2{%
+ \afterassignment \endgroup
+ \vfuzz = \the\vfuzz
+ #1%
+}
+\catcode`\Q=11 %
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Checking for a parameter in a macro definition}
+% Check if parameter `n' (`n' = |#1|) occurs in macro |#2|
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+{\catcode`\#=11 \global\def \TXN@hash{#}}
+\def \TXN@check@parm #1#2{%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \def \TXN@parm@number {#1}%
+ \edef\TXN@work{\expandafter\TXN@strip\meaning#2}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@check@parm@bis \TXN@work \TXN@check@parm}
+\def \TXN@check@parm@bis {%
+ \afterassignment
+ \TXN@check@parm@ter
+ \let\token= }
+\def \TXN@check@parm@ter {%
+ \ifx \token \TXN@check@parm
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \else
+ \let \next = \TXN@check@parm@bis
+ \if \TXN@hash\token
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \else
+ \let \next = \TXN@check@parm@quater
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+\def \TXN@check@parm@quater #1{%
+ \if \TXN@parm@number #1\relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \let \token = #1\relax
+ \TXN@check@parm@ter
+}
+\def \TXN@strip #1>{}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \section{Special typographic features}
+% \subsection{General purpose commands}
+% \subsubsection{Changing the font size}
+% Changing the font size (and the inter-line spacing)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\RelSize} [2] [\relax] {%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \def \baselinestretch{#1}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The following code is from relsize.sty ver 2.0b, placed in the
+% public domain by Donald Arseneau.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \@tempcnta =
+ \ifx \@currsize \normalsize 4\else % funny order is to have most ...
+ \ifx \@currsize \small 3\else % ...likely sizes checked first
+ \ifx \@currsize \footnotesize 2\else
+ \ifx \@currsize \large 5\else
+ \ifx \@currsize \Large 6\else
+ \ifx \@currsize \LARGE 7\else
+ \ifx \@currsize \scriptsize 1\else
+ \ifx \@currsize \tiny 0\else
+ \ifx \@currsize \huge 8\else
+ \ifx \@currsize \Huge 9\else
+ 4%
+ \fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi
+ \advance \@tempcnta by #2\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \z@
+ \@tempcnta = \z@
+ \fi
+ \ifcase \@tempcnta
+ \tiny
+ \or \scriptsize
+ \or \footnotesize
+ \or \small
+ \or \normalsize
+ \or \large
+ \or \Large
+ \or \LARGE
+ \or \huge
+ \or \Huge
+ \else
+ \Huge
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Letter spacing, underlining etc.}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\sodef \so {} {.15em\relax}{.66em plus .1em\relax}{.66em plus .15em\relax}
+\newcommand {\LetterSpace}[2][\relax]{%
+ \leavevmode
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@safe
+ \expandafter \so \expandafter {#2}%
+ \else
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \TXN@counter@b = \@ne
+ \TXN@LetterSpace@parm #1\TXN@nil
+ \let \TXN@temp = \SOUL@sopreamble
+ \let \SOUL@sopreamble = \relax
+ \so{}%
+ \SOUL@preamble
+ \TXN@skip@a = \SOUL@soletterskip \TXN@safe
+ \multiply \TXN@skip@a by \TXN@counter@a
+ \divide \TXN@skip@a by \TXN@counter@b
+ \TXN@skip@b = \SOUL@soinnerskip \TXN@safe
+ \multiply \TXN@skip@b by \TXN@counter@a
+ \divide \TXN@skip@b by \TXN@counter@b
+ \TXN@skip@c = \SOUL@soouterskip \TXN@safe
+ \multiply \TXN@skip@c by \TXN@counter@a
+ \divide \TXN@skip@c by \TXN@counter@b
+ \let \SOUL@sopreamble = \TXN@temp
+ \sodef \so {}{\TXN@skip@a}{\TXN@skip@b}{\TXN@skip@c}%
+ \expandafter \so \expandafter {#2}%
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@LetterSpace@parm #1{%
+ \let \next = \TXN@LetterSpace@parm
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \else
+ \ifx /#1\relax
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \TXN@counter@a = #1\relax
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter@b = #1\relax
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+\newcommand {\LETTERspace}[2][\relax]{\MakeUppercase{\LetterSpace[#1]{#2}}}
+\newcommand {\letterspace}[2][\relax]{\MakeLowercase{\LetterSpace[#1]{#2}}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\Underline}[2][\relax]{%
+ \leavevmode
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \begingroup
+ \setul #1\relax
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \ul \expandafter {#2}%
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\Capitals}[1]{%
+ \leavevmode
+ \expandafter \caps \expandafter {#1}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\StrikeOut}[1]{%
+ \leavevmode
+ \expandafter \st \expandafter {#1}%
+}
+\let \Strikeout = \StrikeOut
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{\textit{guillemets}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\let \guillemetleft = \guillemotleft
+\let \guillemetright = \guillemotright
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Old style numerals}
+% The same as |\oldstylenums| except that
+% it leaves unaltered any non-digit tokens within the argument.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\OldStyleNums}[1]{%
+ \count@ = \z@
+ \toks@ = {}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = {}%
+ \TXN@OldStyleNums@bis #1\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \TXN@OldStyleNums@bis {\futurelet\TXN@token\TXN@OldStyleNums@ter}
+\def \TXN@OldStyleNums@ter {%
+ \ifx \TXN@token \@sptoken
+ \expandafter \TXN@OldStyleNums@space
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@OldStyleNums@quater
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@OldStyleNums@space {%
+ \TXN@OldStyleNums@quater { }%
+ \afterassignment \TXN@OldStyleNums@bis \let \TXN@token = }
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@OldStyleNums@quater #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \ifnum \count@ > \z@
+ \edef \TXN@temp {%
+ \the\TXN@toks@a\noexpand\oldstylenums{\the\toks@}}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\TXN@temp#1}%
+ \fi
+ \the\TXN@toks@a
+ \else
+ \@tempswatrue
+ \ifx 0#1\else
+ \ifx 1#1\else
+ \ifx 2#1\else
+ \ifx 3#1\else
+ \ifx 4#1\else
+ \ifx 5#1\else
+ \ifx 6#1\else
+ \ifx 7#1\else
+ \ifx 8#1\else
+ \ifx 9#1\else
+ \@tempswafalse
+ \fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi
+ \if@tempswa
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@#1}%
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \else
+ \ifnum \count@ > \z@
+ \edef \TXN@temp
+ {\the\TXN@toks@a\noexpand\oldstylenums{\the\toks@}}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\TXN@temp#1}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\the\TXN@toks@a#1}%
+ \fi
+ \count@ = \z@
+ \toks@ = {}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx \@sptoken #1\relax
+ \else
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@OldStyleNums@bis
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Roman numerals}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\RomanNumeral}[1]{{\scshape \romannumeral#1}}
+\newcommand {\ROMANnumeral}[1]{%
+ \expandafter \uppercase \expandafter{\romannumeral#1}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Ordinals}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\ordinal} [2] [m]{%
+ \xdef \theordinal {\csname TXN@ordinal@%
+ \ifx \@undefined\languagename english\else
+ \languagename\fi\endcsname{#1}{#2}{\relax}%
+ }%
+}
+\newcommand {\Ordinal} [2] [m]{%
+ \xdef \theordinal {\csname TXN@ordinal@%
+ \ifx \@undefined\languagename english\else
+ \languagename\fi\endcsname{#1}{#2}{i}%
+ }%
+}
+\def \TXN@ordinal@english #1#2#3{%
+ \ifcase #2\relax
+ ???%
+ \or \if #3iF\else f\fi irst%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi econd%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi hird%
+ \or \if #3iF\else f\fi ourth%
+ \or \if #3iF\else f\fi ifth%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi ixth%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi eventh%
+ \or \if #3iE\else e\fi ighth%
+ \or \if #3iN\else n\fi inth%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi enth%
+ \or \if #3iE\else e\fi leventh%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi welfth%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi hirteenth%
+ \or \if #3iF\else f\fi ourteenth%
+ \or \if #3iF\else f\fi ifteenth%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi ixteenth%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi eventeenth%
+ \or \if #3iE\else e\fi ighteenth%
+ \or \if #3iN\else n\fi ineteenth%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi wentieth%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi wenty-first%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi wenty-second%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi wenty-third%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi wenty-fourth%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi wenty-fifth%
+ \or ??%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@ordinal@german #1#2#3{%
+ \ifcase #2\relax
+ ??%
+ \or\if #3iE\else e\fi rste%
+ \or\if #3iZ\else z\fi weite%
+ \or\if #3iD\else d\fi ritte%
+ \or\if #3iV\else v\fi ierte%
+ \or\if #3iF\else f\fi \"unfte%
+ \or\if #3iS\else s\fi echste%
+ \or\if #3iS\else s\fi iebente%
+ \or\if #3iA\else a\fi chte%
+ \or\if #3iN\else n\fi eunte%
+ \or\if #3iZ\else z\fi ehnte%
+ \or\if #3iE\else e\fi lfte%
+ \or\if #3iZ\else z\fi w\"olfte%
+ \or\if #3iD\else d\fi reizhente%
+ \or\if #3iV\else v\fi ierzhente%
+ \or\if #3iF\else f\fi \"unzhente%
+ \or\if #3iS\else s\fi echzhente%
+ \or\if #3iS\else s\fi iebzhente%
+ \or\if #3iA\else a\fi chtzhente%
+ \or\if #3iN\else n\fi eunzhente%
+ \or\if #3iZ\else z\fi wanzigste%
+ \or\if #3iE\else e\fi inundzwanzigste%
+ \or\if #3iZ\else z\fi weiundzwanzigste%
+ \or\if #3iD\else d\fi reiundzwanzigste%
+ \or\if #3iV\else v\fi ierundzwanzigste%
+ \or\if #3iF\else f\fi \"unfundzwanzigste%
+ \else
+ ??%
+ \fi
+ \ifx f#1\else \ifx n#1\relax s\else r\fi\fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@ordinal@latin #1#2#3{%
+ \ifcase #2\relax
+ ??%
+ \or \if #3iP\else p\fi rim%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi ecund%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi erti%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uart%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uint%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi ext%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi eptim%
+ \or \if #3iO\else o\fi ctav%
+ \or \if #3iN\else n\fi on%
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi ecim%
+ \or \if #3iU\else u\fi ndecim%
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi uodecim%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi erti%
+ \ifx f#1\relax a\else \ifx n#1\relax um\else us\fi\fi{} decim%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uart%
+ \ifx f#1\relax a\else\ifx n#1\relax um\else us\fi\fi{} decim%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uint\ifx f#1\relax a%
+ \else \ifx n#1\relax um\else us\fi\fi{} decim%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi ext\ifx f#1\relax a%
+ \else \ifx n#1\relax um\else us\fi\fi{} decim%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi eptim\ifx f#1\relax a%
+ \else \ifx n#1\relax um\else us\fi\fi{} decim%
+ \or\if #3iD\else d\fi uodevicesim%
+ \or\if #3iU\else u\fi ndevicesim%
+ \or\if #3iV\else v\fi icesim%
+ \or \if #3iU\else u\fi n%
+ \ifx f#1\relax a\else \ifx n#1\relax um\else us\fi\fi{} et vigesim%
+ \or \if #3iA\else a\fi lter%
+ \ifx f#1\relax a\else \ifx n#1\relax um\else\fi\fi{} et vigesim%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi erti%
+ \ifx f#1\relax a\else \ifx n#1\relax um\else us\fi\fi{} et vigesim%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uart%
+ \ifx f#1\relax a\else \ifx n#1\relax um\else us\fi\fi{} et vigesim%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uint%
+ \ifx f#1\relax a\else \ifx n#1\relax um\else us\fi\fi{} et vigesim%
+ \else
+ ??%
+ \fi
+ \ifx f#1\relax a\else \ifx n#1\relax um\else us\fi\fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@ordinal@italian #1#2#3{%
+ \ifcase #2\relax
+ ??%
+ \or \if #3iP\else p\fi rim%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi econd%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi erz%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uart%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uint%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi est%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi ettim%
+ \or \if #3iO\else o\fi ttav%
+ \or \if #3iN\else n\fi on%
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi ecim%
+ \or \if #3iU\else u\fi ndicesim%
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi odicesim%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi redicesim%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uattordicesim%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uindicesim%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi edicesim%
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi iciassettesim%
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi iciottesim%
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi iciannovesim%
+ \or \if #3iV\else v\fi entesim%
+ \or \if #3iV\else v\fi entunesim%
+ \or \if #3iV\else v\fi entiduesim%
+ \or \if #3iV\else v\fi entitreesim%
+ \or \if #3iV\else v\fi entiquattresim%
+ \or \if #3iV\else v\fi enticinquesim%
+ \else
+ ??%
+ \fi
+ \ifx f#1\relax a\else o\fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@ordinal@french #1#2#3{%
+ \ifcase #2
+ \or \ifx f#1\relax
+ \if #3iP\else p\fi remi\`ere%
+ \else
+ \if #3iP\else p\fi remier%
+ \fi
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi euxi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi roisi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uatri\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iC\else c\fi inqui\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi ixi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi epti\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iH\else h\fi uiti\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iN\else n\fi euvi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi ixi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iO\else o\fi nzi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi ouzi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iT\else t\fi reizi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uatorzi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iQ\else q\fi uinzi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iS\else s\fi eizi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi ix-septi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi ix-huiti\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iD\else d\fi ix-neuvi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iV\else v\fi ingti\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iV\else v\fi ingt et uni\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iV\else v\fi ingt-deuxi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iV\else v\fi ingt-troisi\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iV\else v\fi ingt-quatri\`eme%
+ \or \if #3iV\else v\fi ingt-cinqui\`eme%
+ \else
+ ????%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Mapping numbers to letters}
+% The command to define a new alphabet. The first argument is the
+% name of the alphabet; the second a series of pairs of values
+% (lower case/upper case).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\alphabetum} [2][]{%
+ \def \TXN@temp {#1}%
+ \toks@ = {??}%
+ \count@ = \z@
+ \TXN@make@alphabetum #2\TXN@nil
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@make@alphabetum #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \expandafter \TXN@make@alphabetum@bis
+ \else
+ \ifodd \count@
+ \toks@ = \expandafter{\the\toks@ {#1}}%
+ \else
+ \toks@ = \expandafter{\the\toks@ \or {#1}}%
+ \fi
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \expandafter \TXN@make@alphabetum
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@make@alphabetum@bis {%
+ \ifodd \count@
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The argument of \protect\alphabetum\space has an odd
+ number of entries}%
+ {There must be an even number of entries\MessageBreak
+ in the argument of \protect\alphabetum}%
+ \else
+ \divide \count@ by \tw@
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@alphabetum@\TXN@temp @count}{\the\count@}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter{\the\toks@ \else??\fi}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@alphabetum@\TXN@temp}{\the\toks@}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The commands to map a number to a lower/upper case letter.\\
+% The first (optional) argument is the name of the alphabet to use.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\letter} [2][]{%
+ \TXN@letter {#1}{#2}%
+ \expandafter
+ \@firstoftwo \ifcase \the\count@\csname TXN@alphabetum@#1\endcsname
+}
+\newcommand {\Letter}[2][]{%
+ \TXN@letter {#1}{#2}%
+ \expandafter
+ \@secondoftwo \ifcase \the\count@\csname TXN@alphabetum@#1\endcsname
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check and adjust the value of the number
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@letter #1#2{%
+ \TXN@counter = \csname TXN@alphabetum@#1@count\endcsname
+ \count@ = #2\relax
+ \ifnum \count@ = \z@
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The value of a \protect\numerus\space to be mapped to a letter
+ is zero}
+ {The first letter corresponds to 1}%
+ \else
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \count@ > \TXN@counter
+ \advance \count@ by -\TXN@counter
+ \repeat
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The default alphabet
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\alphabetum {aA bB cC dD eE fF gG hH iI jJ kK lL mM
+ nN oO pP qQ rR sS tT uU vV wW xX yY zZ}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Other alphabets:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\alphabetum [latin]
+ {aA bB cC dD eE fF gG hH iI kK lL mM
+ nN oO pP qQ rR sS tT uU vV xX yY zZ}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\alphabetum [italian]
+ {aA bB cC dD eE fF gG hH iI lL mM
+ nN oO pP qQ rR sS tT uU vV zZ}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\alphabetum [ibycus]
+ {aA bB gG dD eE zZ hH qQ iI kK lL mM
+ nN cC oO pP rR sS tT uU fF xX yY wW}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\alphabetum [greek]
+ {aA bB gG dD eE zZ hH jJ iI kK lL mM
+ nN xX oO pP rR sS tT uU fF qQ yY wW}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A special `alphabet'.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\alphabetum [symbol]
+ {** \dag\dag \ddag\ddag \S\S \P\P {$\|$}{$\|$}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A shorthand for referring to the special alphabet
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \reference {\letter[symbol]}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Number range}
+% The first two arguments are the lower and upper
+% limits of a numeric range; the third argument (which must be a \LaTeX{}
+% counter) is set to the value to be used instead of the second argument
+% in printing the range. For instance:\\
+% |\NumberRange {1961}{1975}{counter}| sets |counter| to 75;\\
+% |\NumberRange {16}{18}{counter}| sets |counter| to 18.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\NumberRange} [3]{%
+ \ifnum #1 > #2\relax
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The upper limit of the range is less than the lower limit}
+ {\the#1-\the#2}%
+ \fi
+ \begingroup % to protect the counters
+ \TXN@counter = 10\relax
+ \loop
+ \TXN@counter@a = #1\relax
+ \TXN@counter@b = #2\relax
+ \divide \TXN@counter@a by \TXN@counter
+ \divide \TXN@counter@b by \TXN@counter
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a < \TXN@counter@b
+ \multiply \TXN@counter by 10\relax
+ \repeat
+ \count@ = #2
+ \multiply \TXN@counter@b by \TXN@counter
+ \advance \count@ by -\TXN@counter@b
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter = 10\relax
+ \TXN@counter@b = \TXN@counter@a
+ \divide \TXN@counter@b by 10\relax
+ \multiply \TXN@counter@b by 10\relax
+ \advance \TXN@counter@a by -\TXN@counter@b
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a = \@ne
+ \advance \count@ by 10\relax
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \divide \TXN@counter by 10\relax
+ \multiply \TXN@counter by -10\relax
+ \advance \TXN@counter by #2\relax
+ \global \@nameuse {c@#3} = \count@
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{`Driving out' the text in an emergency}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@drive@out
+\newcommand {\DriveOut} {%
+ \@ifstar {\TXN@DriveOutPar}{\TXN@DriveOut}}
+\def \TXN@DriveOutPar {%
+ \global \TXN@drive@outtrue
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@DriveOut \def \par {\endgroup\global \TXN@drive@outfalse\par}}
+\def \TXN@DriveOut {%
+ \spaceskip .33em plus .33em minus .11em
+ \xspaceskip .5em
+ \nonfrenchspacing
+}
+\let \DrivenOut = \DriveOut
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Allowing full hyphenation}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\FullHyphenation} {%
+ \pretolerance -1
+ \hyphenpenalty 0
+ \exhyphenpenalty 0
+ \adjdemerits 0
+ \doublehyphendemerits 0
+ \finalhyphendemerits 0
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Generating some random text}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\lorem}[1][6]{\TXN@lorem #1\TXN@nil}
+\def \TXN@lorem #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \count@ = #1\relax
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \count@ > \z@
+ Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipisicing elit,
+ sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna
+ aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation
+ ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat.
+ Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit
+ esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint
+ occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia
+ deserunt mollit anim id est laborum.
+ \advance \count@ by \m@ne
+ \repeat
+ \par
+ \expandafter \TXN@lorem
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Generating rules}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@rule}[1][]{%
+ \gdef \TXN@rule@height {0pt}%
+ \gdef \TXN@rule@Height {0pt}%
+ \gdef \TXN@rule@depth {0pt}%
+ \gdef \TXN@rule@level {\maxdimen}%
+ \gdef \TXN@rule@type {0}%
+ \define@key {rule}{height}[0pt]{\gdef\TXN@rule@height{##1}}%
+ \define@key {rule}{Height}[0pt]{\gdef\TXN@rule@Height{##1}}%
+ \define@key {rule}{depth}[0pt]{\gdef\TXN@rule@depth{##1}}%
+ \define@key {rule}{level}[\maxdimen]{\gdef\TXN@rule@level{##1}}%
+ \define@key {rule}{double}[1]{\gdef\TXN@rule@type{##1}}%
+ \define@key {rule}{parallel}[2]{\gdef\TXN@rule@type{##1}}%
+ \define@key {rule}{total}[3]{\gdef\TXN@rule@type{##1}}%
+ \let \KV@errx = \TXN@keyval@error
+ \setkeys {rule}{#1}%
+ \dimen@ = \hsize
+ \TXN@check@if@normal@glue \leftskip
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\leftskip
+ \fi
+ \TXN@check@if@normal@glue \rightskip
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\rightskip
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@rule@width {\the\dimen@}%
+ \ifcase \TXN@rule@type
+ % single
+ \ifdim \TXN@rule@height = \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@rule@height {.4pt}%
+ \fi
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\vrule width \TXN@rule@width
+ height \TXN@rule@height
+ depth \TXN@rule@depth}%
+ \or % double
+ \ifdim \TXN@rule@height = \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@rule@height {.4pt}%
+ \fi
+ \setbox\z@ = \vbox {%
+ \hrule width \TXN@rule@width
+ height \TXN@rule@height
+ depth \TXN@rule@depth
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@rule@height \TXN@safe
+ \vskip 4\dimen@ \TXN@safe
+ \hrule width \TXN@rule@width
+ height \TXN@rule@height
+ depth \TXN@rule@depth
+ }%
+ \or % parallel
+ \ifdim \TXN@rule@height = \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@rule@height {.2pt}%
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \TXN@rule@Height = \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@rule@Height {1.6pt}%
+ \fi
+ \setbox\z@ = \vbox {%
+ \hrule width \TXN@rule@width
+ height \TXN@rule@Height
+ depth \TXN@rule@depth
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@rule@Height \TXN@safe
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\TXN@rule@height \TXN@safe
+ \vskip \dimen@ \TXN@safe
+ \hrule width \TXN@rule@width
+ height \TXN@rule@height
+ depth \TXN@rule@depth
+ }%
+ \or % total
+ \ifdim \TXN@rule@height = \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@rule@height {.2pt}%
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \TXN@rule@Height = \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@rule@Height {1.6pt}%
+ \fi
+ \setbox\z@ = \vbox {%
+ \hrule width \TXN@rule@width
+ height \TXN@rule@height
+ depth \TXN@rule@depth
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@rule@Height \TXN@safe
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\TXN@rule@height \TXN@safe
+ \vskip \dimen@ \TXN@safe
+ \hrule width \TXN@rule@width
+ height \TXN@rule@Height
+ depth \TXN@rule@depth
+ }%
+ \fi
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@rule@level \TXN@safe
+ \ifdim \dimen@ = \maxdimen
+ \setbox \tw@ = \hbox {$\vcenter{}$}%
+ \dimen@ = \ht\tw@
+ \fi
+ \parindent \z@
+ \everypar {}%
+ \endgraf
+ \leavevmode \raise \dimen@ \box\z@
+ \endgraf
+}
+\def \Rule {\TXN@rule}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Incipit}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@incipit@check
+\def \noincipit {\incipit{}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The |\incipit| command
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\incipit} {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \expandafter \TXN@incipit
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {incipit}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {TXN}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Setting the |\Facies| attribute
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setFacies@incipit #1{%
+ \ifx \empty #1\empty
+ \def \TXN@FaciesIncipit {}%
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@FaciesIncipit ##1##2##3##4{#1}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The explicit command
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@incipit #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@incipit
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \def \TXN@temp {#1}%
+ \def \TXN@temp@bis {*}%
+ \global \TXN@incipit@checkfalse
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@FaciesIncipit
+ \ifx \TXN@temp \TXN@temp@bis
+ \else
+ #1\relax
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@everypar@incipit@save {}%
+ \def \TXN@temp@bis {*}%
+ \ifx \TXN@temp \TXN@temp@bis
+ \global \TXN@incipit@checktrue
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@everypar@incipit@save {\the\everypar}%
+ \global \everypar {\TXN@check@incipit}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \toks@ = {#1}%
+ \let \next = \TXN@split@incipit
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Split the incipit into its components
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@split@incipit{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@split@incipit
+ \expandafter \TXN@split@incipit@bis \the\toks@\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \TXN@split@incipit@bis #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@split@incipit@bis
+ \ifcat a\noexpand #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@parm@i {#1}%
+ \def \TXN@parm@ii {#2}%
+ \def \TXN@parm@iii {}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@typeset@Incipit
+ \else
+ \ifx \relax #1\relax
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check for |\leavevmode|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \unhbox #1\relax
+ \TXN@split@incipit@quater #2\TXN@nil
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@parm@iii {#1}%
+ \TXN@split@incipit@ter #2\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@split@incipit@ter #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \def \TXN@parm@i {#1}%
+ \def \TXN@parm@ii {#2}%
+ \TXN@typeset@Incipit
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We just assume this was the |\unhbox| from |\leavevmode|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@split@incipit@quater #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \TXN@split@incipit@quinquies #2\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \TXN@split@incipit@quinquies #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \ifcat a\noexpand #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@parm@i {#1}%
+ \def \TXN@parm@ii {#2}%
+ \def \TXN@parm@iii {}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@typeset@Incipit
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@parm@iii {#1}%
+ \TXN@split@incipit@ter #2\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Typeset the incipit
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@typeset@Incipit {%
+ \edef \TXN@parm@iv {\TXN@parm@i\TXN@parm@ii}%
+ \leavevmode
+ \begingroup
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \let \unindent = \relax
+ \else
+ \def \unindent {\hskip -\parindent}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@FaciesIncipit {\TXN@parm@i} {\TXN@parm@ii}
+ {\TXN@parm@iii} {\TXN@parm@iv}%
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check if there is an explicit command; if not, set the incipit
+% automatically.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@check@incipit {%
+ \ifTXN@incipit@check
+ \global \TXN@incipit@checkfalse
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@FaciesIncipit
+ \else
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@check@incipit@bis
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@check@incipit@bis {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@check@incipit@bis
+ \futurenonspacelet \TXN@temp \TXN@check@incipit@ter}
+\def \TXN@check@incipit@ter {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@check@incipit@ter
+ \ifx \noexpand\incipit \TXN@temp
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@everypar@incipit@save
+ \else
+ \everypar = \expandafter{\TXN@everypar@incipit@save}%
+ \fi
+ \toks@ = {}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@incipit@auto
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Automatic incipit
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@incipit@auto {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@incipit@auto
+ \futurelet \TXN@token \TXN@incipit@auto@bis
+}
+\def \TXN@incipit@auto@bis {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@incipit@auto@bis
+ \let \next = \TXN@split@incipit@auto
+ \ifx \TXN@token \PTR@atendofline % the current meaning of ^^M
+ \else
+ \ifx \@sptoken \TXN@token
+ \let \next = \TXN@incipit@auto@ter
+ \else
+ \ifx \\\TXN@token
+ \else
+ \let \next = \TXN@incipit@auto@quater
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+\def \TXN@incipit@auto@ter {%
+ \afterassignment \TXN@split@incipit@auto \let \TXN@token= }
+\def \TXN@incipit@auto@quater #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@incipit@auto@ter
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@#1}%
+ \TXN@incipit@auto
+}
+\def \TXN@split@incipit@auto {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@split@incipit@auto
+ \expandafter \TXN@split@incipit@auto@bis \the\toks@\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \TXN@split@incipit@auto@bis #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@split@incipit@auto@bis
+ \@ifmtarg {#2}
+ {\TXN@split@incipit@auto@ter#1}
+ {\TXN@split@incipit@bis #1#2\space\TXN@nil}%
+}
+\def \TXN@split@incipit@auto@ter #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@split@incipit@auto@ter
+ \ifcat \noexpand#1a
+ \toks@ = {#1\space}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@incipit@auto
+ \else
+ #1\space%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The interface with the \texttt{txndrop} package
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \TXN@DropCap@lines {\z@}
+\let \DropCap = \TXNd@DropCap
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Setting the page height and width}
+% Adjust the |\textheight| so that a page can accomodate a whole
+% number of lines
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TextHeight}{%
+ \@ifstar {\TXN@sw@true \TXN@textheight}{\TXN@sw@false \TXN@textheight}
+}
+\def \TXN@textheight #1{%
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \setlength {\textheight}{\baselineskip}%
+ \multiply \textheight by #1\relax
+ \advance \textheight by -\baselineskip
+ \else
+ \setlength {\textheight}{#1}%
+ \divide \textheight by \baselineskip
+ \multiply \textheight by \baselineskip
+ \fi
+ \advance \textheight by \topskip
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% This is provided mailnly for symmetry with the previous command
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TextWidth} [1]{%
+ \setlength {\textwidth}{#1}%
+ \linewidth = \textwidth
+ \columnwidth = \textwidth
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Setting the house style}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\HouseStyle} [1] {%
+ \InputIfFileExists {#1.hs}
+ {\def \housestyle {#1}}
+ {\PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {House style `#1' not found}
+ {The file `#1.hs' does not exist}
+ }
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Paragraph formatting}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@nostyle
+\newif \ifTXN@style@set
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{\TXN@cmd{justified}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\justified} {\ifTXN@nostyle \else \TXN@style@justified \fi}
+\def \TXN@style@justified {\TXN@reset@skips \TXN@style@settrue}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{\TXN@cmd{rangedleft}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\rangedleft} {\ifTXN@nostyle \else \TXN@style@rangedleft \fi}
+\def \TXN@style@rangedleft {%
+ \TXN@reset@skips
+ \advance \rightskip by \z@ plus 1filll\relax
+ \TXN@style@settrue
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{\TXN@cmd{rangedright}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\rangedright} {\ifTXN@nostyle \else \TXN@style@rangedright \fi}
+\def \TXN@style@rangedright {%
+ \TXN@reset@skips
+ \advance \leftskip by \z@ plus 1filll\relax
+ \parfillskip = \z@skip
+ \TXN@style@settrue
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{\TXN@cmd{centered}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\centered}{\ifTXN@nostyle \else \TXN@style@centered \fi}
+\def \TXN@style@centered {%
+ \TXN@reset@skips
+ \advance \leftskip by \z@ plus 1filll\relax
+ \advance \rightskip by \z@ plus 1filll\relax
+ \parfillskip = \z@skip
+ \TXN@style@settrue
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{\TXN@cmd{centeredfinal}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@centrefinal
+\newcommand{\centeredfinal}{%
+ \ifTXN@nostyle \else \TXN@style@centeredfinal \fi}
+\def \TXN@style@centeredfinal {%
+ \global \TXN@centrefinaltrue
+ \TXN@style@settrue
+}
+\let \centred = \centered
+\let \centredfinal = \centeredfinal
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Remove any stretchability and shrinkability from left and rightskips
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@reset@skips {%
+ \dimen@ = \leftskip
+ \leftskip = \dimen@ \TXN@safe
+ \dimen@ = \rightskip
+ \rightskip = \dimen@ \TXN@safe
+}
+\let \leading = \baselineskip
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Creating a subclass}
+%
+% A subclass is associated with a control sequence of the form\\
+% |\csname TXN@|\meta{class name}|[|\meta{subclass number}|]\endcsname|\\
+% The \meta{subclass number} is assigned automatically but may
+% also be defined explicitly in the |\Novus| command (this is
+% an undocumented feature and its use is deprecated).
+%
+% The default subclass of each class has \meta{subclass number} $=0$
+% and $0$ is the default value of the \meta{optional parameter} of the
+% command defining the \meta{class}.
+%
+%
+%
+% The list of |\textus| subclasses.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\TXN@SimpleList \TXN@textus@subclasses \@ne
+\TXN@set \TXN@textus@subclasses.\z@ {textus}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The list of |\numerus| subclasses.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\TXN@SimpleList \TXN@numerus@subclasses \@ne
+\TXN@set \TXN@numerus@subclasses.\z@ {numerus}
+\TXN@def {TXN@numerus[0]name}{numerus}
+\newcounter {numerus}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@c@numerus #1{%
+ \csname c@\csname TXN@numerus[#1]name\endcsname\endcsname}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The list of |\titulus| subclasses.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\TXN@SimpleList \TXN@titulus@subclasses \@ne
+\TXN@set \TXN@titulus@subclasses.\z@ {titulus}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The list of |\spatium| subclasses.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\TXN@SimpleList \TXN@spatium@subclasses \@ne
+\TXN@set \TXN@spatium@subclasses.\z@ {spatium}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The list of special subclasses.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@special@subclasses {%
+ \\{stropha}\\{incipit}\\{excessus}\\{persona}\\{commissura}\\{aparte}%
+ \\{[}\\{(}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The list of classes that take line numbers
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@numbered@classes {}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Return the subclass number in |\@tempcnta| or |-1| if so such
+% subclass exists. The parameters are:
+% |#1| the class name (|\textus| or |\numerus| or |\titulus|),
+% |#2| the subclass name
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@subclass@number #1#2{%
+ \@tempcnta = \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@gtemp {}%
+ \begingroup
+ \def \\##1{%
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \csname ##1\endcsname #2\relax
+ \xdef \TXN@gtemp {\the\@tempcnta}%
+ \fi
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \@ne
+ }%
+ \@nameuse {TXN@\expandafter\@gobble\string#1@subclasses}%
+ \endgroup
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@gtemp
+ \@tempcnta = \m@ne
+ \else
+ \@tempcnta = \TXN@gtemp \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Sets |\TXN@gtemp| to the subclass name (without the backslash)
+% or to |\empty| if no such subclass exists. The parameters are:
+% |#1| the class name (|\textus| or |\numerus| or |\titulus|),
+% |#2| the subclass number
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@subclass@name #1#2{%
+ \@tempcnta = \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@gtemp {}%
+ \begingroup
+ \def \\##1{%
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta = #2\relax
+ \xdef \TXN@gtemp {##1}%
+ \fi
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \@ne
+ }%
+ \@nameuse {TXN@\expandafter\@gobble\string#1@subclasses}%
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Insert the \texttt{cs} (\textit{sans} the escape character) in the
+% list of subclasses.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@insert@subclass@name #1#2#3{%
+ \TXN@counter = #3\relax
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \@ne
+ \expandafter \TXN@SimpleList@length
+ \csname TXN@\expandafter\@gobble\string#1@subclasses\endcsname
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \TXN@counter
+ \loop
+ \expandafter \TXN@SimpleList@append
+ \csname TXN@\expandafter\@gobble\string#1@subclasses\endcsname
+ \TXN@safe
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \@ne
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \TXN@counter
+ \repeat
+ \fi
+ \count@ = \escapechar \escapechar = \m@ne
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\string#2}%
+ \escapechar = \count@
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \m@ne
+ \expandafter \TXN@set
+ \csname TXN@\expandafter\@gobble\string#1@subclasses\endcsname.%
+ \TXN@counter {\the\TXN@toks@a}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{The \TXN@cmd{Novus} command}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@Novus@star
+\newcommand {\Novus}{%
+ \@ifstar {\TXN@Novus@startrue \TXN@Novus}
+ {\TXN@Novus@starfalse \TXN@Novus}%
+}
+\def \TXN@Novus {\futurenonspacelet \TXN@temp \TXN@Novus@bis}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@Novus@bis {%
+ \ifx \TXN@temp \textus
+ \let \next = \TXN@Novus@textus
+ \else \ifx \TXN@temp \numerus
+ \let \next = \TXN@Novus@numerus
+ \else \ifx \TXN@temp \titulus
+ \let \next = \TXN@Novus@titulus
+ \else \ifx \TXN@temp \spatium
+ \let \next = \TXN@Novum@spatium
+ \else
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {Misplaced \protect\Novus\space command}%
+ {\protect\Novus\space must be followed by a class name}%
+ \fi\fi\fi\fi
+ \next
+}
+\def \TXN@Novus@textus {\afterassignment \TXN@new@textus \let\next= }
+\def \TXN@Novus@numerus {\afterassignment \TXN@new@numerus \let\next= }
+\def \TXN@Novus@titulus {\afterassignment \TXN@new@titulus \let\next= }
+\def \TXN@Novum@spatium {\afterassignment \TXN@new@spatium \let\next= }
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The usual synonyms
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\let \Nova = \Novus
+\let \Novum = \Novus
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Creating a subclass of the \TXN@cmd{textus} class}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@textus {%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {textus}%
+ \ifTXN@Novus@star
+ \expandafter \TXN@textus@reset
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@textus@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@textus@reset #1{%
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \textus #1\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \z@
+ \toks@ = {#1}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@textus@create
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@subclass@number {[\the\@tempcnta]}%
+ \TXN@initialize@textus {\the\@tempcnta}%
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@new@textus@create {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@textus@bis \the\toks@
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@textus@bis {\futurelet \TXN@token \TXN@new@textus@ter}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@textus@ter{%
+ \ifx [\TXN@token
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@textus@quinquies
+ \else
+ \count@ = \TXN@textus@max
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@textus@quater
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@textus@quater{%
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@textus@quinquies \expandafter [\the\count@]}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@textus@quinquies [#1]#2{%
+ \ifTXN@internal
+ \else
+ \ifnum #1 < \z@
+ {\PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {You cannot use a negative number as the \MessageBreak
+ identifier of \protect\textus\space subclass}
+ {}%
+ }%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifx \textus #2\relax
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {The control sequence \protect\textus\MessageBreak
+ cannot be used for a new subclass}%
+ {\protect\textus\space is the default subclass}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \textus #2\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta > \z@
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {The \protect#2 subclass already exists}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Define the \textbf{cs}.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \def #2{\@ifstar{\textus*[#1]}{\textus[#1]}}%
+ \TXN@check@start@of@number {#1}%
+ \ifTXN@internal
+ \else
+ \ifnum #1 > \TXN@textus@max
+ \def \TXN@textus@max{#1}%
+ \fi
+ \PackageInfo{TEXNIKA}%
+ {\protect#2 defined as \protect\textus[#1]}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {[#1]}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Initialize the variables for the class.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@initialize@textus{#1}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Add the subclass name to the list (not for \TXN@cmd{excessus})
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum #1 < \z@
+ \else
+ \TXN@insert@subclass@name \textus #2{#1}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Initialize a \TXN@cmd{textus} subclass
+%
+% Flags are stored in 3 \textbf{cs} (|\Modus| and |\Locus| may be redefined
+% indipendently of each other):
+% \halign {\quad\tt#&\kern 1em#\hfill
+% &\quad\tt#&\kern 1em#\hfill
+% &\quad\tt#&\kern 1em#\hfill\cr
+% \noalign{\texttt{flags}\vskip .3ex}
+% |\TXN@o@NoArgument|&|\TXN@o@DelimiterAtStart|&|\TXN@o@DelimiterAtEnd|\cr
+% \noalign{\texttt{flagsModus}\vskip .3ex}
+% |\TXN@o@AlignedLeft|&|\TXN@o@AlignedRight|&|\TXN@o@AlignedCentre|\cr
+% |\TXN@o@AlignedTtop|&|\TXN@o@AlignedMiddle|&|\TXN@o@AlignedBottom|\cr
+% |\TXN@o@RangedLeft|&|\TXN@o@RangedRight|&|\TXN@o@Centred|\cr
+% |\TXN@o@Justified|&|\TXN@o@FieldAutoWidth|&|\TXN@o@Unhyphenated|\cr
+% |\TXN@o@Multiples|\cr
+% \noalign{\texttt{flagsLocus}\vskip .3ex}
+% |\TXN@o@AttachedToArea|&|\TXN@o@AreaMiddle|&|\TXN@o@AreaTop|\cr
+% |\TXN@o@AreaBottom|&|\TXN@o@AreaWrap|&|\TXN@o@AreaExtend|\cr
+% }
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@textus@flags #1{%
+ \edef \TXN@textus@flags {%
+ \csname TXN@textus[#1]flags@\TXN@theFolio\endcsname
+ \csname TXN@textus[#1]flagsLocus@\TXN@theFolio\endcsname
+ \csname TXN@textus[#1]flagsModus@\TXN@theFolio\endcsname
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@initialize@textus #1{%
+ \ifnum #1 = \z@
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@textus[#1]side@recto}{\TXN@leftmargin}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@textus[#1]side@verso}{\TXN@leftmargin}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]side@recto}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]side@verso}{}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]offset@recto}{\z@}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]flags@recto}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]flagsLocus@recto}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]flagsModus@recto}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]field@recto}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]area@recto}{}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]offset@verso}{\z@}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]flags@verso}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]flagsLocus@verso}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]flagsModus@verso}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]field@verso}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]area@verso}{}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]Facies}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]measure}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]shift}{\z@}%
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@textus[#1]last@shift}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]milestone}{0}%
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@textus[#1]text}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]star}{}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Creating a subclass of the \TXN@cmd{numerus} class}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@numerus {%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {numerus}%
+ \ifTXN@Novus@star
+ \expandafter \TXN@numerus@reset
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@numerus@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@numerus@reset #1{%
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \numerus #1\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \z@
+ \toks@ = {#1}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@numerus@create
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@subclass@number {[\the\@tempcnta]}%
+ \TXN@initialize@numerus {\the\@tempcnta}%
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@new@numerus@create {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@numerus@bis \the\toks@
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@numerus@bis {%
+ \TXN@incr \TXN@numerus@max
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@numerus@ter \expandafter{\TXN@numerus@max}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@numerus@ter #1#2{%
+ \ifx \numerus #2\relax
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {The control sequence \protect\numerus\MessageBreak
+ cannot be used for a new subclass}%
+ {\protect\numerus\space is the default subclass}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \numerus #2\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta > \z@
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {The \protect#2 subclass already exists}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \PackageInfo{TEXNIKA}%
+ {\protect#2 defined as \protect\numerus[#1]}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {[#1]}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Define the \textbf{cs}.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \def #2{\@ifstar{\numerus*[#1]}{\numerus[#1]}}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Initialize the variables for the class.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@numerus[#1]name}{\expandafter\@gobble\string#2}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\expandafter\noexpand
+ \csname c@\csname TXN@numerus[#1]name\endcsname\endcsname}%
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \TXN@temp \relax
+ \newcounter {\@nameuse {TXN@numerus[#1]name}}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@initialize@numerus{#1}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Add the subclass name to the list
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@insert@subclass@name \numerus #2{#1}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Initialize a \TXN@cmd{numerus} subclass
+%
+% Flags:
+% \halign {\quad\tt#&\kern 1em#\hfill
+% &\quad\tt#&\kern 1em#\hfill
+% &\quad\tt#&\kern 1em#\hfill\cr
+% |\TXN@o@AlignedFeft|&|\TXN@o@AlignedRight|&|\TXN@o@AlignedCentre|\cr
+% |\TXN@o@AlignedTail|\cr
+% |\TXN@o@RangedLeft|&|\TXN@o@RangedRight|&|\TXN@o@Centred|\cr
+% |\TXN@o@Pagewise|\cr
+% }
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@initialize@numerus #1{%
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]index}{0}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]first@value}{}%
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]second@value}{}%
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]separator}{}%
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]head}{}%
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]tail}{}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]previous}{}%
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]previous@incr}{}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]side@recto}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]offset@recto}{\z@}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]flagsModus@recto}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]field@recto}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]fragment@recto}{lL}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]classes@recto}{}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]side@verso}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]offset@verso}{\z@}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]flagsModus@verso}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]field@verso}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]fragment@verso}{lL}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]classes@verso}{}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]progressio}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]milestone}{0}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]SpatiumAnte}{\hskip .5em\relax}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]printing}{0}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]frozen}{0}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]Caput}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]Facies}{}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Creating a subclass of the \TXN@cmd{titulus} class}
+% Create a new class of \textit{titulus}.\par
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@titulus {%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {titulus}%
+ \ifTXN@Novus@star
+ \expandafter \TXN@titulus@reset
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@titulus@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@titulus@reset #1{%
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \titulus #1\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \z@
+ \toks@ = {#1}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@titulus@create
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@subclass@number {[\the\@tempcnta]}%
+ \TXN@initialize@titulus {\the\@tempcnta}%
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@new@titulus@create {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@titulus@bis \the\toks@
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@titulus@bis {%
+ \TXN@incr \TXN@titulus@max
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@titulus@ter \expandafter{\TXN@titulus@max}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@titulus@ter #1#2{%
+ \ifx \titulus #2\relax
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {The control sequence \protect\titulus\MessageBreak
+ cannot be used for a new subclass}%
+ {\protect\titulus\space is the default subclass}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \titulus #2\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta > \z@
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {The \protect#2 subclass already exists}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Define the \textbf{cs}.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \def #2{\@ifstar{\titulus*[#1]}{\titulus[#1]}}%
+ \PackageInfo {TEXNIKA} {\protect#2 defined as \protect\titulus[#1]}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {[#1]}%
+ \TXN@initialize@titulus {#1}%
+ \TXN@insert@subclass@name \titulus #2{#1}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Initialize a \TXN@cmd{titulus} subclass
+%
+% Flags are stored in 2 \textbf{cs} (|\Modus| may be redefined indipendently):
+% \halign {\quad\tt#&\kern 1em#\hfill
+% &\quad\tt#&\kern 1em#\hfill
+% &\quad\tt#&\kern 1em#\hfill\cr
+% \noalign{\texttt{flags}\vskip .3ex}
+% |\TXN@o@NoArgument|\cr
+% \noalign{\texttt{flagsModus}\vskip .3ex}
+% }
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@initialize@titulus #1{%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@titulus[#1]Forma}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@titulus[#1]Caput}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@titulus[#1]flags}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@titulus[#1]flagsModus}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@titulus[#1]SpatiumSupra}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@titulus[#1]SpatiumInfra}{}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Creating a subclass of the \TXN@cmd{spatium}\ class}
+% Create a new subclass of \textit{spatium}.\par
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@spatium {%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {spatium}%
+ \ifTXN@Novus@star
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@spatium@reset
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@spatium@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@spatium@reset #1{%
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \spatium #1\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \z@
+ \toks@ = {#1}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@spatium@create
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@subclass@number {[\the\@tempcnta]}%
+ \TXN@initialize@spatium {\the\@tempcnta}%
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@new@spatium@create {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@spatium@bis \the\toks@
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@spatium@bis {%
+ \TXN@incr \TXN@spatium@max
+ \expandafter \TXN@new@spatium@ter \expandafter{\TXN@spatium@max}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@new@spatium@ter #1#2{%
+ \ifx \spatium #2\relax
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {The control sequence \protect\spatium\MessageBreak
+ cannot be used for a new subclass}%
+ {\protect\spatium\space is the default subclass}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \spatium #2\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta > \z@
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {The \protect#2 subclass already exists}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Define the \textbf{cs}.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \def #2{\@ifstar{\spatium*[#1]}{\spatium[#1]}}%
+ \PackageInfo {TEXNIKA} {\protect#2 defined as \protect\spatium[#1]}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {[#1]}%
+ \TXN@initialize@spatium {#1}%
+ \TXN@insert@subclass@name \spatium #2{#1}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Initialize a \TXN@cmd{spatium} subclass
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@initialize@spatium #1{%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@spatium[#1]Facies}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@spatium[#1]hFacies}{}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@spatium[#1]flags}{}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \section {Setting the subclass attributes}
+% \subsection {The switching mechanism}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@attribute@starred
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attribute@name {}
+\def \TXN@attribute@line {}
+\def \TXN@subclass@name {}
+\def \TXN@subclass@number {}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\Facies} {\TXN@attribute{Facies}}
+\newcommand {\Locus} {\TXN@attribute{Locus}}
+\newcommand {\Forma} {\TXN@attribute{Forma}}
+\newcommand {\Modus} {\TXN@attribute{Modus}}
+\newcommand {\Caput} {\TXN@attribute{Caput}}
+\newcommand {\Progressio} {\TXN@attribute{Progressio}}
+\newcommand {\SpatiumAnte} {\TXN@attribute{SpatiumAnte}}
+\newcommand {\SpatiumPost} {\TXN@attribute{SpatiumPost}}
+\newcommand {\SpatiumSupra} {\TXN@attribute{SpatiumSupra}}
+\let \SpatiumSuper = \SpatiumSupra
+\newcommand {\SpatiumInfra} {\TXN@attribute{SpatiumInfra}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check for the starred form and supply, if needed, the implicit subclass
+% name and number.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attribute #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@attribute
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \def \TXN@attribute@name {#1}%
+ \edef \TXN@attribute@line {\the\inputlineno}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@bis
+ \else
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {The command \@bachslashchar\TXN@attribute@name\space at line %
+ \number\TXN@attribute@line\space\space was\MessageBreak
+ not followed by a subclass name}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attribute@bis {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@attribute@bis
+ \@ifstar {\TXN@attribute@starredtrue\TXN@attribute@ter}
+ {\TXN@attribute@starredfalse\TXN@attribute@ter}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attribute@ter {%
+ \let \TXN@save@Delimiter = \Delimiter
+ \def \Delimiter {\Delimiter}%
+ \futurenonspacelet \TXN@token \TXN@attribute@quater
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attribute@quater {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@attribute@quater
+ \ifx \\\TXN@token
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@esc@esc
+ \else
+ \ifx \TXN@token \Delimiter
+ \let \Delimiter = \TXN@save@Delimiter
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@attribute@Delimiter
+ \else
+ \let \Delimiter = \TXN@save@Delimiter
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@attribute@quinquies
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The special case of |\\|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attribute@esc@esc #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@attribute@esc@esc
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {esc@esc}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {TXN}%
+ \TXN@attribute@set
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The special case of |\Delimiter|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attribute@Delimiter #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@attribute@Delimiter
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {Delimiter}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {TXN}%
+ \TXN@attribute@set
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If no subclass name precedes the opening brace, insert it.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attribute@quinquies {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@attribute@quinquies
+ \TXN@swfalse
+ \ifx \TXN@token \bgroup
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \ifx +\TXN@token
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \ifx -\TXN@token
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@subclass@name
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {There is no implicit subclass name}
+ {You must supply a subclass name after
+ \@backslashchar\TXN@attribute@name}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@attribute@sexies
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \textus \TXN@token
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \z@
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \titulus \TXN@token
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \z@
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \numerus \TXN@token
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \z@
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \spatium \TXN@token
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \z@
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \special \TXN@token
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \z@
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@attribute@quinquies@error
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@attribute@quinquies@error #1{%
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {There is no \protect #1 subclass}
+ {You may have forgotten to define it or mispelled the name}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attribute@sexies {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@attribute@sexies
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\TXN@subclass@name}%
+ \def \TXN@temp@bis {bracketSD}%
+ \ifx \TXN@temp \TXN@temp@bis
+ \def \TXN@temp {[}%
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp@bis {parenthesisSD}%
+ \ifx \TXN@temp \TXN@temp@bis
+ \def \TXN@temp {(}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \csname \TXN@temp \expandafter\endcsname \TXN@subclass@number
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Build the control sequence for the name of the macro that sets
+% the attribute and call it.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attribute@set {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@attribute@set
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@subclass@number
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set@ter
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@attribute@set@bis}[1][0]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@attribute@set@bis
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {[#1]}%
+ \TXN@attribute@set@ter
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attribute@set@ter {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@attribute@set@ter
+ \expandafter \def
+ \expandafter \TXN@temp
+ \expandafter {\csname \TXN@temp @set\TXN@attribute@name
+ @\TXN@subclass@name\endcsname}%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \TXN@temp \@undefined
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \TXN@temp \relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\@backslashchar\TXN@attribute@name\space is not an
+ attribute\MessageBreak of the \@backslashchar
+ \TXN@subclass@name\space class}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \def \TXN@attribute@name {}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@temp \TXN@subclass@number
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection {Setting the \TXN@cmd{Facies} attributes}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Facies} for \TXN@cmd{textus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setFacies@textus}[2][0]{%
+ \ifnum #1 = \z@
+ \TXN@setFacies@textus@zero {#2}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@setFacies@textus@bis {#1}{#2}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% |\Facies| for the default subclass is a parameterless macro.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setFacies@textus@zero #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@setFacies@textus@zero
+ \def \TXN@temp ##1{#1}%
+ \TXN@check@parm 1\TXN@temp
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect\Facies\space\protect\textus\space contains \TXN@hash1}
+ {The attribute cannot contain a reference to a parameter}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@attribute@starred
+ \TXN@let \TXN@temp = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp #1}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies}{\the\toks@}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies}{#1}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \@nameuse{TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies}\relax
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A subclass other than the default subclass.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setFacies@textus@bis #1#2{%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@textus[#1]Facies}%
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@attribute@starred
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@let \TXN@temp = {TXN@textus[#1]Facies}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp#2}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@textus[#1]Facies}##1{\the\toks@}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]Facies}##1{#2\relax}%
+ \fi
+ \def \TXN@temp ##1{#2}%
+ \TXN@check@parm 1\TXN@temp
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \else
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[#1]Facies}{#2\relax}%
+ \TXN@setFacies@textus@flag {#1}{\TXN@o@NoArgument}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {#2}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \TXN@setFacies@textus@flag {#1}{\TXN@o@NoFacies}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@setFacies@textus@delimiter {#1}{#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setFacies@textus@flag #1#2{%
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\@nameuse{TXN@textus[#1]flags@recto}}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@textus[#1]flags@recto}{#2\TXN@flags}%
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\@nameuse{TXN@textus[#1]flags@verso}}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@textus[#1]flags@verso}{#2\TXN@flags}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Scan the argument for delimiters. Set option 's' if there is a
+% delimiter at the start of the argument, option 'e' if there is
+% one at the end.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setFacies@textus@delimiter #1#2{%
+ \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \TXN@counter@b = \z@
+ \count@ = \z@
+ \let \TXN@save@Delimiter = \Delimiter
+ \def \Delimiter {\Delimiter}%
+ \TXN@setFacies@textus@delimiter@bis #2\TXN@nil
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@b = \z@
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@b = \count@
+ \TXN@setFacies@textus@flag {#1}{\TXN@o@DelimiterAtEnd}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a = \@ne
+ \TXN@setFacies@textus@flag {#1}{\TXN@o@DelimiterAtStart}%
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a = \count@
+ \TXN@setFacies@textus@flag {#1}{\TXN@o@DelimiterAtEnd}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Misplaced \protect\Delimiter\space in \protect\Facies}
+ {\protect\Delimiter\space can only occur at either end}%
+ \fi
+ \let \Delimiter = \TXN@save@Delimiter
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setFacies@textus@delimiter@bis #1{%
+ \let \next = \TXN@setFacies@textus@delimiter@bis
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \else
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \ifx \Delimiter #1\relax
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \TXN@counter@a = \count@
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@b = \z@
+ \TXN@counter@b = \count@
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter@b = \m@ne
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \let \next = \TXN@setFacies@textus@delimiter@ter
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Gobble the star (if any) and the arguments of |\Delimiter|
+% and continue scanning.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setFacies@textus@delimiter@ter {%
+ \@ifstar {\TXN@setFacies@textus@delimiter@quater}
+ {\TXN@setFacies@textus@delimiter@quater}%
+}
+\newcommand {\TXN@setFacies@textus@delimiter@quater}[2][\relax]{%
+ \TXN@setFacies@textus@delimiter@bis
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Facies} for \TXN@cmd{numerus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setFacies@numerus}[2][0]{%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]Facies}##1##2##3##4##5{%
+ \begingroup #2\endgroup}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Facies} for \TXN@cmd{titulus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setFacies@titulus}[2][0]{%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@titulus[#1]Facies}##1{#2}%
+ \@ifmtarg {#2}
+ {\TXN@def {TXN@titulus[#1]Facies}{}}
+ {%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@titulus[#1]Facies}##1{#2}%
+ \def \TXN@temp ##1{#2}%
+ \TXN@check@parm 1\TXN@temp
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\@nameuse{TXN@titulus[#1]flags}}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@titulus[#1]flags}{\TXN@o@NoArgument\TXN@flags}%
+ \fi
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Facies} for \TXN@cmd{spatium}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setFacies@spatium}[2][0]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@setFacies@spatium
+ \def \TXN@temp ##1{#2}%
+ \TXN@check@parm 1\TXN@temp
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@def {TXN@spatium[#1]Facies}##1{#2}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\@nameuse{TXN@spatium[#1]flags}}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {#2}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@spatium[#1]flags}{\TXN@o@NoFacies\TXN@flags}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#2}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@spatium[#1]Facies}{\TXN@L@spatium}%
+ \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal {#2}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@spatium[#1]hFacies}{\TXN@temp}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@spatium[#1]flags}{\TXN@o@NoArgument\TXN@flags}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Build the command for horizontal spacing
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal
+ \def \TXN@temp {}%
+ \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal@check #1\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal@check #1#2\TXN@nil {%
+ \@ifmtarg {#2}
+ {\TXN@build@spatium@horizontal@check@subclass {#1}}
+ {\TXN@build@spatium@horizontal@normal {#1#2}}%
+}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal@check@subclass #1{%
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \spatium #1\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta = \m@ne
+ \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal@normal {#1}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\@nameuse{TXN@spatium[\the\@tempcnta]flags}}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoArgument \TXN@flags
+ \expandafter \def \expandafter \TXN@temp \expandafter
+ {\csname TXN@spatium[\the\@tempcnta]hFacies\endcsname}%
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The \protect\spatium\space subclass \protect#1
+ cannot be used\MessageBreak
+ as the argument for an attribute}
+ {The \protect\Facies\space attribute for the \protect#1 subclass
+ \MessageBreak contains a reference to a parameter}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal@normal #1{%
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#1}%
+ \TXN@get \TXN@L@spatium.\TXN@s@glue \TXN@glue
+ \TXN@get \TXN@L@spatium.\TXN@s@penalty \TXN@penalty
+ \ifx \TXN@glue \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\hskip \TXN@glue\relax}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx \TXN@penalty \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\penalty \TXN@penalty\relax\TXN@temp}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Setting the \TXN@cmd{Locus} attribute}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Locus} for \TXN@cmd{textus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setLocus@textus}[2][0]{%
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@entity@code {t}%
+ \TXN@setLocus{#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Locus} for \TXN@cmd{numerus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setLocus@numerus}[2][0]{%
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@entity@code {n}%
+ \TXN@setLocus{#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \subsubsection{The common code for \TXN@cmd{Locus}}
+%
+% |\TXN@counter| holds the subclass number.
+%
+% The codes for the text position (right = even)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@auto {-3}
+\def \TXN@left {-2}
+\def \TXN@centre {-1}
+\def \TXN@rightmargin {0}
+\def \TXN@leftmargin {1}
+\def \TXN@textrightmargin {2}
+\def \TXN@textleftmargin {3}
+\def \TXN@textrightedge {4}
+\def \TXN@textleftedge {5}
+\newif \ifTXN@textus@shift
+\newif \ifTXN@textus@shift@minus
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus #1{%
+ \global \TXN@textus@shiftfalse
+ \global \TXN@textus@shift@minusfalse
+ \if n\TXN@entity@code
+ \def \TXN@entity {TXN@numerus}%
+ \else \if t\TXN@entity@code
+ \def \TXN@entity {TXN@textus}%
+ \fi\fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check for empty attribute (not allowed for the default |\textus|
+% subclass and |\persona|).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \if t\TXN@entity@code
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter = \z@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \if p\TXN@entity@code
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The attribute cannot be null}
+ {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]side@recto}{}%
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]side@verso}{}%
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]offset@recto}{\z@}%
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]offset@verso}{\z@}%
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]flagsLocus@recto}{}%
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]flagsLocus@verso}{}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@toks@a = {}% flags
+ \let \TXN@save@esc@esc = \\%
+ \def \\{\relax}%
+ \TXN@setLocus@bis#1\\\\%
+ \let \\ = \TXN@save@esc@esc
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Split the argument into the \textit{recto} and \textit{verso} parts,
+% both trimmed of leading and trailing spaces.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@bis #1\\#2\\{%
+ \def \TXN@folio {recto}%
+ \TXN@trim {\noexpand#1}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@ter \the\TXN@trimmed \TXN@nil
+ \def \TXN@folio {verso}%
+ \@ifmtarg {#2} {\TXN@sw@false} {\TXN@sw@true}%
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \ifTXN@textus@shift
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {You cannot specify different shift values \MessageBreak
+ for `recto' and `verso'}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \global \TXN@lineatingtrue
+ \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@reason \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@rectoverso
+ \TXN@trim {\noexpand#2}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@trim {\noexpand#1}%
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@ter \the\TXN@trimmed \TXN@nil
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Process one of the parts (\textit{recto} or \textit{verso}).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@ter #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We start a group, to keep all \textbf{cs} definitions locals and
+% to protect the \textit{calc} innards.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \begingroup
+ \let \leftmargin = \relax
+ \let \rightmargin = \relax
+ \if n\TXN@entity@code
+ \def \rightmargin {\rightmargin}%
+ \def \leftmargin {\leftmargin}%
+ \def \textrightmargin {\textrightmargin}%
+ \def \textleftmargin {\textleftmargin}%
+ \def \textrightedge {\textrightedge}%
+ \def \textleftedge {\textleftedge}%
+ \else \if t\TXN@entity@code
+ \def \rightmargin {\rightmargin}%
+ \def \leftmargin {\leftmargin}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter = \z@
+ \else
+ \def \textrightmargin {\textrightmargin}%
+ \def \textleftmargin {\textleftmargin}%
+ \def \textrightedge {\textrightedge}%
+ \def \textleftedge {\textleftedge}%
+ \fi
+ \def \area {\area}%
+ \def \auto {\auto}%
+ \def \Auto {\Auto}%
+ \def \noauto {\noauto}%
+ \def \previous {\previous}%
+ \else \if p\TXN@entity@code
+ \def \center {\center}%
+ \def \centre {\centre}%
+ \def \left {\left}%
+ \fi\fi\fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifx +#1\relax
+ \else
+ \ifx -#1\relax
+ \else
+ \ifx \@undefined #1\relax
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The parameter \string#1 is not valid \MessageBreak
+ for this instance of \protect\Locus}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \if t\TXN@entity@code
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \z@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \toks@ = {#1\TXN@nil#2\TXN@nil}%
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@check@area
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@quater
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% For a |\textus| subclass (other than the default subclass) we
+% must check for the optional |\area| command.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@check@area {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@check@area@bis \the\toks@
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@check@area@bis #1\TXN@nil#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \ifx \area #1\relax
+ \toks@ = {#2\TXN@nil}%
+ \edef \TXN@area@options {\TXN@o@AttachedToArea}%
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@SimpleList \csname TXN@textus[\TXN@c]text\endcsname
+ \TXN@max@area@ind
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@check@area@ter
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Re-join the main path.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@quater
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@check@area@ter {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@check@area@quater \the\toks@
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@check@area@quater #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \ifx [#1\relax
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@check@area@quinqies
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@area@options {\TXN@area@options\TXN@o@AreaMiddle}%
+ \toks@ = {#1#2}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@check@area@septies
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@check@area@quinqies {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@check@area@sexies \the\toks@
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@set@area@flag #1{%
+ \edef \TXN@area@options {\TXN@area@options#1}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@check@area@sexies [#1]#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \define@key {area}{top} [\TXN@o@AreaTop]{\TXN@set@area@flag##1}%
+ \define@key {area}{bottom}[\TXN@o@AreaBottom]{\TXN@set@area@flag##1}%
+ \define@key {area}{middle}[\TXN@o@AreaMiddle]{\TXN@set@area@flag##1}%
+ \define@key {area}{wrap} [\TXN@o@AreaWrap]{\TXN@set@area@flag##1}%
+ \define@key {area}{extend}[\TXN@o@AreaExtend]{\TXN@set@area@flag##1}%
+ \let \KV@errx = \TXN@keyval@error
+ \setkeys {area}{#1}%
+ \toks@ = {#2}%
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AreaTop \TXN@area@options
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AreaBottom \TXN@area@options
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AreaMiddle \TXN@area@options
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \edef \TXN@area@options {\TXN@area@options\TXN@o@AreaMiddle}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@setLocus@check@area@septies
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@check@area@septies {%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The area options apply to both recto and verso
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\@nameuse{TXN@textus[\TXN@c]flagsLocus@recto}}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]flagsLocus@recto}%
+ {\TXN@temp\TXN@area@options}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\@nameuse{TXN@textus[\TXN@c]flagsLocus@verso}}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]flagsLocus@verso}%
+ {\TXN@temp\TXN@area@options}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@check@area@octies \the\toks@\TXN@nil
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@check@area@octies #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \toks@ = {#1\TXN@nil#2\TXN@nil}%
+ \TXN@setLocus@quater
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Process the attribute.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@quater {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@quinquies \the\toks@
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@quinquies #1#2\TXN@nil#3\TXN@nil{%
+ \TXN@skip@a = \z@
+ \def \TXN@calc@exp{0pt#2#3}%
+ \ifx \rightmargin #1\relax
+ \xdef \TXN@sideLocus {\TXN@rightmargin}%
+ \else \ifx \leftmargin #1\relax
+ \xdef \TXN@sideLocus {\TXN@leftmargin}%
+ \else \ifx \textrightmargin #1\relax
+ \xdef \TXN@sideLocus {\TXN@textrightmargin}%
+ \else \ifx \textleftmargin #1\relax
+ \xdef \TXN@sideLocus {\TXN@textleftmargin}%
+ \else \ifx \textrightedge #1\relax
+ \xdef \TXN@sideLocus {\TXN@textrightedge}%
+ \else \ifx \textleftedge #1\relax
+ \xdef \TXN@sideLocus {\TXN@textleftedge}%
+ \else \ifx \centre #1\relax
+ \xdef \TXN@sideLocus {\TXN@centre}%
+ \else \ifx \left #1\relax
+ \xdef \TXN@sideLocus {\TXN@left}%
+ \fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check for special cases.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \let \next = \TXN@setLocus@calc@offset
+ \ifx +#1\relax
+ \TXN@toks@a = {#1}%
+ \TXN@toks@b = {#2#3}%
+ \let \next = \TXN@setLocus@relative
+ \else \ifx -#1\relax
+ \TXN@toks@a = {#1}%
+ \TXN@toks@b = {#2#3}%
+ \let \next = \TXN@setLocus@relative
+ \else \ifx \TXN@sideLocus \TXN@left
+ \endgroup
+ \global \dimen@i = \z@
+ \let \next = \TXN@setLocus@finish
+ \else \if t\TXN@entity@code
+ \ifx \auto #1\relax
+ \endgroup
+ \def \TXN@temp {a}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = {#3}%
+ \let \next = \TXN@setLocus@auto
+ \else \ifx \Auto #1\relax
+ \endgroup
+ \def \TXN@temp {m}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = {#3}%
+ \let \next = \TXN@setLocus@auto
+ \else \ifx \noauto #1\relax
+ \endgroup
+ \let \next = \TXN@setLocus@noauto
+ \else \ifx \previous #1\relax
+ \endgroup
+ \let \next = \TXN@setLocus@previous
+ \fi\fi\fi\fi
+ \fi\fi\fi\fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Compute the offset.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@calc@offset{%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We are still within the group, so we can change |\TXN@entity|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if n\TXN@entity@code
+ \def \TXN@entity {numerus}%
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@entity {textus}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@calc@offset
+ \global \advance \dimen@i by \TXN@skip@a
+ \endgroup
+ \TXN@setLocus@finish
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The actual call to \textbf{calc}.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@calc@offset {%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the appropriate hooks in the \textbf{calc} package and
+% compute the expression.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \expandafter
+ \let \csname calc@textsize\expandafter\endcsname
+ \csname TXN@\TXN@entity @calc@textsize\endcsname
+ \let \offset = \widthof
+ \let \WidthOf = \widthof
+ \calc@assign@dimen{\global\dimen@i}{\TXN@calc@exp}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the |\Locus| variables
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@finish{%
+ \if p\TXN@entity@code
+ \edef \DRM@persona@side {\TXN@sideLocus}%
+ \edef \DRM@persona@offset {\the\dimen@i}%
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@textus@shift
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]shift}{\the\dimen@i}%
+ \ifTXN@textus@shift@minus
+ \else
+ \TXN@xdef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]last@shift}{\the\dimen@i}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]side@\TXN@folio}{\TXN@sideLocus}%
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]offset@\TXN@folio}{\the\dimen@i}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Processing a relative shift.
+% |\TXN@toks@a| holds the sign
+% |\TXN@toks@b| holds the rest
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@relative {%
+ \if p\TXN@entity@code
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {You cannot specify a shift for this \protect\Locus}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@sideLocus {\@nameuse{\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]side@\TXN@folio}}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@sideLocus
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The \protect\Locus\space has not been previously defined}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@sideLocus < \z@
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {You cannot specify a shift for this \protect\Locus}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \if t\TXN@entity@code
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter = \z@
+ \global \TXN@textus@shifttrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@b}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \ifTXN@textus@shift
+ \TXN@setLocus@textus@shift
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {You cannot specify `+' or `-' for this \protect\Locus}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@textus@shift
+ \TXN@skip@a = \z@skip
+ \else
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@skip@a = {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]offset@\TXN@folio}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@calc@exp {0pt\the\TXN@toks@a\the\TXN@toks@b}%
+ \TXN@setLocus@calc@offset
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If there is just a sign, we either use the previous shift (+) or
+% clear the shift (-).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@textus@shift {%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\@nameuse{\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]last@shift}}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {There is no previous shift for this \protect\Locus}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@temp@bis {\the\TXN@toks@a}%
+ \if +\TXN@temp@bis
+ \expandafter \TXN@toks@b \expandafter{\TXN@temp}%
+ \else
+ \global \TXN@textus@shift@minustrue
+ \TXN@toks@b = {0pt}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@skip@a = \z@skip
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The argument is |\auto|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@check@poetry {%
+ \ifTXN@outside@preamble
+ \else
+ \@ifpackageloaded{poetry}{\TXN@poetrytrue}{}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@poetry
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect\Locus\protect\auto\space requires the `poetry' package}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@auto {%
+ \TXN@check@poetry
+ \edef \PTR@auto@mode {\TXN@temp}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@a}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check the optional argument
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \TXN@setLocus@auto@bis \relax \TXN@nil
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@setLocus@auto@bis \the\TXN@toks@a \TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@auto@bis #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \if *\noexpand#1\relax
+ \def \TXN@auto@delta {\z@}%
+ \else
+ \if [\noexpand#1\relax
+ \TXN@setLocus@auto@ter #2\relax
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@auto@delta {3mm}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \PTR@auto@setup
+}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@auto@ter #1]{\def \TXN@auto@delta {#1}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@noauto {\TXN@check@poetry\PTR@auto@notrue}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setLocus@previous {%
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect\Locus\protect\previous\space can be used only \MessageBreak
+ within the Versus domain}%
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]shift}{\PTR@previous@shift}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% The code replacing |\calc@textsize| for |\Locus\Numerus|.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@numerus@calc@textsize #1#2{%
+ \def \offset {\offset}%
+ \def \WidthOf {\WidthOf}%
+ \ifx \offset #1\relax
+ \begingroup
+ \let \numerus = \TXN@get@offset@numerus
+ \let \textus = \TXN@get@offset@textus
+ \expandafter{#2}%
+ \global \calc@A = \dimen@iii
+ \endgroup
+ \else
+ \ifx \WidthOf #1\relax
+ \setbox \z@ =
+ \hbox{\csname TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies\endcsname#2}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@process@numerus@argument{#2}%
+ \edef\TXN@temp{%
+ \TXN@numerus@error
+ \TXN@numerus@sign
+ \TXN@numerus@set
+ }%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Bad prototype \protect\numerus}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox{%
+ \@nameuse {TXN@numerus[\TXN@c]Facies}%
+ \TXN@numerus@value
+ \empty
+ \TXN@numerus@separator
+ \TXN@numerus@second@value
+ \TXN@numerus@head
+ }%
+ \fi
+ \begingroup
+ \let\widthof = \wd
+ \let\WidthOf = \wd
+ \let\heightof = \ht
+ \let\depthof = \dp
+ \global\calc@A #10\relax
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+ \calc@post@scan
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% The code replacing |\calc@textsize| for |\Locus\Textus| \\
+% (and for |\Locus\personae|)
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@textus@calc@textsize #1#2{%
+ \def \offset {\offset}%
+ \def \WidthOf {\WidthOf}%
+ \ifx \offset #1\relax
+ \begingroup
+ \let \numerus = \TXN@get@offset@numerus
+ \let \textus = \TXN@get@offset@textus
+ \expandafter{#2}%
+ \global \calc@A = \dimen@iii
+ \endgroup
+ \else
+ \ifx \WidthOf #1\relax
+ \setbox \z@ =
+ \hbox {\csname TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies\endcsname#2}%
+ \else
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\csname TXN@textus[\TXN@c]Facies\endcsname {#2}}%
+ \fi
+ \begingroup
+ \let\widthof = \wd
+ \let\WidthOf = \wd
+ \let\heightof = \ht
+ \let\depthof = \dp
+ \global\calc@A #10\relax
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+ \calc@post@scan
+}
+\let \TXN@persona@calc@textsize = \TXN@textus@calc@textsize
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% The meaning of |\numerus| within \textbf{calc}.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@get@offset@numerus}[1][0]{%
+ \TXN@let \TXN@test = {TXN@numerus[#1]side@\TXN@folio}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@test
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect\Locus\protect\numerus[#1] not defined yet}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \global \TXN@assign \dimen@iii = {TXN@numerus[#1]offset@\TXN@folio}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@test = \TXN@leftmargin \TXN@safe
+ \global \advance \dimen@iii by -\TXN@skip@a
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% The meaning of |\textus| within \textbf{calc}.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@get@offset@textus}[1][0]{%
+ \TXN@let \TXN@test = {TXN@textus[#1]side@\TXN@folio}%
+ \ifx \TXN@test \relax
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect\Locus\protect\textus[#1] not defined yet}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \global \TXN@assign \dimen@iii = {TXN@textus[#1]offset@\TXN@folio}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@test = \TXN@leftmargin \relax
+ \global \advance \dimen@iii by -\TXN@skip@a
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set |\dimen@| equal to the displacement from the |\textleftmargin|
+% |#1|\ textus/numerus[n]
+% |#2|\ the object type ('t' = textus, anything else = numerus)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@Locus #1#2{%
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@#1side@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \dimen@ = \maxdimen
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifx t#2\relax
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\@nameuse{TXN@#1flagsLocus@\TXN@theFolio}}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AttachedToArea \TXN@temp
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@assign \@tempcnta = {TXN@#1side@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@#1offset@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]offset@\TXN@theFolio}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifcase \@tempcnta
+ \advance \dimen@ by \linewidth % right margin
+ \or % left margin
+ \relax
+ \or % text right margin
+ \advance \dimen@ by \TXN@measure
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \or % text left margin
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]shift}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \or % text right edge
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]rightedge}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \else
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]shift}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@line@length
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \gdef \TXN@line@length {\the\wd\PTR@box@full@line}%
+ \else
+ \gdef \TXN@line@length {\the\TXN@measure}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \advance \dimen@ by \TXN@line@length \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \or % text left edge
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]leftedge}%
+ \else
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]shift}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \advance \dimen@ by \TXN@leading@space \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Setting the \TXN@cmd{Forma} attribute}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Forma} for \TXN@cmd{textus}
+% \textit{(currently unused)}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setForma@textus}[2][0]{%
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \let \TXN@save@esc@esc = \\%
+ \def \\{\relax}%
+ \TXN@setForma@textus@bis#2\\\\%
+ \let \\ = \TXN@save@esc@esc
+}
+\def \TXN@setForma@textus@bis #1\\#2\\{%
+ \def \TXN@folio {recto}%
+ \TXN@trim{\noexpand#1}%
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@setForma@textus@ter \expandafter {\the\TXN@trimmed}%
+ \def \TXN@folio {verso}%
+ \@ifmtarg {#2} {} {\TXN@trim{\noexpand#2}}%
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@setForma@textus@ter \expandafter {\the\TXN@trimmed}%
+}
+\def \TXN@setForma@textus@ter #1{%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]Forma@\TXN@folio}%
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@attribute@starred
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@let \TXN@temp = {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]Forma@\TXN@folio}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp #1}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]Forma@\TXN@folio}{\the\toks@}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]Forma@\TXN@folio}{%
+ \global \noexpand \TXN@centrefinalfalse #1\relax}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Forma} for \TXN@cmd{titulus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setForma@titulus}[2][0]{%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@titulus[#1]Forma}%
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@attribute@starred
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@let \TXN@temp = {TXN@titulus[#1]Forma}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp #2}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@titulus[#1]Forma}{\the\toks@}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@def {TXN@titulus[#1]Forma}{#2\relax}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Setting the \TXN@cmd{Modus} attribute}
+%
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Modus} for \TXN@cmd{textus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setModus@textus}[2][0]{%
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@entity@code {t}%
+ \TXN@setModus{#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Modus} for \TXN@cmd{numerus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setModus@numerus}[2][0]{%
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@entity@code {n}%
+ \TXN@setModus{#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Modus} for \TXN@cmd{titulus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setModus@titulus}[2][0]{%
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@entity@code {T}%
+ \TXN@setModus{#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Modus} for \TXN@cmd{Delimiter}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@ModusDelimiter {}%
+\def \TXN@setModus@Delimiter #1{%
+ \def \TXN@ModusDelimiter {#1}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Processing the \TXN@cmd{Modus} options}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus #1{%
+ \let \TXN@save@esc@esc = \\%
+ \def \\{\relax}%
+ \TXN@setModus@bis#1\\\\%
+ \let \\ = \TXN@save@esc@esc
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Split the argument into the \textit{recto} and \textit{verso} parts,
+% both trimmed of leading and trailing spaces.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@bis #1\\#2\\{%
+ \def \TXN@folio {recto}%
+ \TXN@trim{\noexpand#1}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@setModus@ter \the\TXN@trimmed\TXN@nil
+ \def \TXN@folio {verso}%
+ \@ifmtarg {#2} {} {\TXN@trim{\noexpand#2}}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@setModus@ter \the\TXN@trimmed\TXN@nil
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Process one of the parts (\textit{recto} or \textit{verso}).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@ter #1\TXN@nil{%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Note that |\TXN@entity@code| may also have the value `p' (for \texttt{persona})
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if n\TXN@entity@code
+ \def \TXN@entity {TXN@numerus}%
+ \else \if t\TXN@entity@code
+ \def \TXN@entity {TXN@textus}%
+ \else \if T\TXN@entity@code
+ \def \TXN@entity {TXN@titulus}%
+ \fi\fi\fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We start a group, to keep all \textbf{cs} definitions locals
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \begingroup
+ \if T\TXN@entity@code
+ \else
+ \def \aligned {\TXN@setModus@aligned}%
+ \def \centred {\edef \TXN@temp {%
+ \TXN@o@RangedLeft\TXN@o@RangedRight}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter{\TXN@temp}\TXN@setModus@ranged}%
+ \def \rangedleft {\toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@o@RangedLeft}%
+ \TXN@setModus@ranged}%
+ \def \rangedright {\toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@o@RangedRight}%
+ \TXN@setModus@ranged}%
+ \def \justified {\toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@o@Justified}%
+ \TXN@setModus@justified}%
+ \def \milestone {\TXN@setModus@milestone}%
+ \let \centered = \centred
+ \fi
+ \if n\TXN@entity@code
+ \let \pagewise = \TXN@setModus@pagewise
+ \fi
+ \if t\TXN@entity@code
+ \let \hyphenless = \TXN@setModus@nohyphens
+ \let \unhyphenated = \TXN@setModus@nohyphens
+ \let \multiple = \TXN@setModus@multiples
+ \let \multiples = \TXN@setModus@multiples
+ \let \measure = \TXN@setModus@measure
+ \ifTXN@withinIndexes
+ \let \leaders = \TXN@setModus@leaders
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \if T\TXN@entity@code
+ \let \hyphenless = \TXN@setModus@nohyphens
+ \let \unhyphenated = \TXN@setModus@nohyphens
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@toks@a = {}%
+ \TXN@toks@c = {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@Modus@measure@set {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@Modus@leaders@set {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@Modus@classes@set {}%
+ #1\relax
+ \global \toks@i = \TXN@toks@a
+ \global \toks@iii = \TXN@toks@c
+ \endgroup
+ \TXN@toks@a = \toks@i
+ \TXN@toks@c = \toks@iii
+ \if p\TXN@entity@code
+ \edef \DRM@persona@flags {\the\TXN@toks@a}%
+ \edef \DRM@persona@field {\the\TXN@toks@c}%
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@attribute@starred
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\@nameuse{\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]flagsModus@\TXN@folio}}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {}%
+ \fi
+ \if T\TXN@entity@code
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]flagsModus}{\TXN@temp\the\TXN@toks@a}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]flagsModus@\TXN@folio}%
+ {\TXN@temp\the\TXN@toks@a}%
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]field@\TXN@folio}{\the\TXN@toks@c}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@Modus@measure@set
+ \else
+ \ifx \TXN@folio \TXN@recto
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]measure}{\TXN@Modus@measure@set}%
+ \TXN@measure = \TXN@Modus@measure@set \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@Modus@leaders@set
+ \else
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]leaders@\TXN@folio}%
+ {\TXN@Modus@leaders@set}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@Modus@classes@set
+ \else
+ \TXN@edef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]classes@\TXN@folio}{\TXN@Modus@classes@set}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@flag #1{%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@a#1}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter{\TXN@temp}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{aligned}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@aligned #1{%
+ \define@key {aligned}{left} [\TXN@o@AlignedLeft]{\TXN@setModus@flag##1}%
+ \define@key {aligned}{right} [\TXN@o@AlignedRight]{\TXN@setModus@flag##1}%
+ \define@key {aligned}{centre}[\TXN@o@AlignedCentre]{\TXN@setModus@flag{##1}}%
+ \if t\TXN@entity@code
+ \define@key {aligned}{top} [\TXN@o@AlignedTop]{\TXN@setModus@flag##1}%
+ \define@key {aligned}{bottom}[\TXN@o@AlignedBottom]{\TXN@setModus@flag##1}%
+ \define@key {aligned}{middle}[\TXN@o@AlignedMiddle]{\TXN@setModus@flag##1}%
+ \define@key {aligned}{axis} [\TXN@o@AlignedAxis]{\TXN@setModus@flag##1}%
+ \fi
+ \if n\TXN@entity@code
+ \define@key {aligned}{tail}[\TXN@o@AlignedTail]{\TXN@setModus@flag##1}%
+ \fi
+ \setkeys {aligned}{#1}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{justified}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@justified {%
+ \if t\TXN@entity@code
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter = \TXN@e \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@setModus@justified@excessus
+ \else
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@setModus@justified@bis
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@setModus@justified@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@justified@bis #1{%
+ \TXN@toks@c = {#1}%
+ \TXN@setModus@auto@field@width #1\TXN@nil
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@a\the\toks@}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@setModus@justified@excessus}[1][200]{%
+ \TXN@toks@c = {#1}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@a\the\toks@}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@auto@field@width #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \@tempswafalse
+ \ifx +#1\relax
+ \@tempswatrue
+ \else
+ \ifx -#1\relax
+ \@tempswatrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \if@tempswa
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@a\TXN@o@FieldAutoWidth}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{measure}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@measure #1{%
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \TXN@setModus@measure@bis #1\TXN@nil
+ \setlength {\TXN@dim@a} {\ifTXN@sw \TXN@measure\fi #1}%
+ \xdef \TXN@Modus@measure@set {\the\TXN@dim@a}%
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@measure@bis #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \ifx +#1\relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \ifx -#1\relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{milestone}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@milestone {%
+ \TXN@gdef {\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]milestone}{1}%
+ \global \TXN@milestonestrue
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{multiples}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@multiples {%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@a \TXN@o@Multiples}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{leaders}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@setModus@leaders} [1][.05\linewidth]{%
+ \gdef \TXN@Modus@leaders@set {#1}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@a \TXN@o@Leaders}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{nohyphens}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@nohyphens {%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@a\TXN@o@Unhyphenated}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{pagewise}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@pagewise {%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@a \TXN@o@Pagewise}%
+ \global \TXN@lineatingtrue
+ \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@reason \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@pagewise
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{ranged}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@ranged #1{%
+ \TXN@toks@c = {#1}%
+ \TXN@setModus@auto@field@width #1\TXN@nil
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@a\the\toks@}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{classes} \textit{(currently unused)}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setModus@classes #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \begingroup
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \toks@ = {Z}%
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp {all}%
+ \ifx \TXN@temp \TXN@parameter
+ \toks@ = {tTp([}%
+ \else
+ \toks@ = {}%
+ \def \textus {\textus}%
+ \def \titulus {\titulus}%
+ \def \persona {\persona}%
+ \def \({\(}%
+ \def \[{\[}%
+ \TXN@setModus@classes@bis #1\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@Modus@classes@set {\the\toks@}%
+ \endgroup
+ \edef \TXN@numbered@classes {\TXN@numbered@classes\the\toks@}%
+}
+\def \TXN@setModus@classes@bis #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \ifx \textus #1\relax
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ t}%
+ \else \ifx \titulus #1\relax
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ T}%
+ \else \ifx \persona #1\relax
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ p}%
+ \else \ifx \(#1\relax
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ (}%
+ \else \ifx \[#1\relax
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ [}%
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Invalid class name: \protect#1}
+ {}%
+ \fi\fi\fi\fi\fi
+ \expandafter \TXN@setModus@classes@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Spatium} attributes}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Spatium} attributes for \TXN@cmd{numerus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setSpatiumAnte@numerus}[2][\z@]{%
+ \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal {#2}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@numerus[#1]SpatiumAnte}{\the\toks@}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Spatium} attributes for \TXN@cmd{titulus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setSpatiumSupra@titulus}[2][\z@]{%
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@normalCR
+ \fi
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#2}%
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@activeCR
+ \fi
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@titulus[#1]SpatiumSupra}{\TXN@L@spatium}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setSpatiumInfra@titulus}[2][\z@]{%
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#2}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@titulus[#1]SpatiumInfra}{\TXN@L@spatium}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Spatium} attributes for%
+% \TXN@cmd{\protect\bslash}}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setSpatiumInfra@esc@esc #1{%
+ \def \TXN@SpatiumInfraEscEsc {#1}%
+}
+\newif \ifTXN@SpatiumEscEsc@noauto
+\def \TXN@setSpatiumPost@esc@esc #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \TXN@SpatiumEscEsc@noautotrue
+ \else
+ \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal {#1}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \edef \TXN@SpatiumPostEscEsc {\the\toks@}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Spatium} attributes for \TXN@cmd{Delimiter}}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@SpatiumAnteDelimiter {\hskip \z@skip}%
+\def \TXN@setSpatiumAnte@Delimiter #1{%
+ \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal {#1}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \edef \TXN@SpatiumAnteDelimiter {\the\toks@}%
+}
+\def \TXN@SpatiumPostDelimiter {\hskip \z@skip}%
+\def \TXN@setSpatiumPost@Delimiter #1{%
+ \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal {#1}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \edef \TXN@SpatiumPostDelimiter {\the\toks@}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Setting the \TXN@cmd{Caput} attribute}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Caput} for \TXN@cmd{numerus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setCaput@numerus}[2][0]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@setCaput@numerus
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#2}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@numerus[#1]Caput}{}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@entity {numerus}%
+ \TXN@setCaput #2\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Caput} for \TXN@cmd{textus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setCaput@textus}[2][0]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@setCaput@textus
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#2}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@textus[#1]Caput}{}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@entity {textus}%
+ \TXN@setCaput #2\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Setting \TXN@cmd{Caput} for \TXN@cmd{titulus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setCaput@titulus}[2][0]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@setCaput@titulus
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#2}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@titulus[#1]Caput}{}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@entity {titulus}%
+ \TXN@setCaput #2\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{The common code for \TXN@cmd{Caput}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@caput@index@only
+\long \def \TXN@setCaput #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@setCaput
+ \toks@ = {}%
+ \TXN@caput@index@onlyfalse
+ \def \indexes {\indexes}%
+ \ifx \indexes #1\relax
+ \toks@ = {\indexes}%
+ \TXN@caput@index@onlytrue
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@x {c@\expandafter\@gobble\string#1}\relax
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect#1\space is not a valid section name}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@setCaput@contents@headline@index \expandafter {\the\toks@#2}%
+ \ifTXN@caput@index@only
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput}{indexonly}%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\toks@i}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp \else \TXN@sw@true \fi
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\toks@iii}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp \else \TXN@sw@true \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Extraneous information in \protect\Caput\space argument}
+ {If the first token is \protect\indexes\space you cannot
+ specify \protect\headline\space or \protect\contents}%
+ \fi
+ \global \toks@i = {}%
+ \global \toks@iii = {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput}{\expandafter\@gobble\string#1}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@contents}{\the\toks@i}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@headline}{\the\toks@iii}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\toks@v}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \global \toks@v = {\relax}%
+ \gdef \TXN@index@type {}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@index}{\the\toks@v}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@index@type}{\TXN@index@type}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{contents} \TXN@cmd{headline} \TXN@cmd{index}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setCaput@contents@headline@index #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@setCaput@contents@headline@index
+ \global \toks@i = {}%
+ \global \toks@iii = {}%
+ \global \toks@v = {}%
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {%
+ \let \contents = \TXN@setCaput@contents
+ \let \headline = \TXN@setCaput@headline
+ \let \indexes = \TXN@setCaput@index
+ #1}%
+ \ifdim \wd\z@ = \z@
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@caput@index@only
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Bad \protect\Caput\space attribute}
+ {You may have forgotten the escape
+ character in the section name}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@caput@index@only
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\toks@i}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\toks@iii}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \global \toks@i = {\relax}%
+ \global \toks@iii = {\relax}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{contents}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setCaput@contents {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@setCaput@contents
+ \global \toks@i = {\relax}%
+ \futurenonspacelet \TXN@token \TXN@setCaput@contents@bis
+}
+\def \TXN@setCaput@contents@bis {%
+ \ifx \TXN@token \bgroup
+ \expandafter \TXN@setCaput@contents@ter
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@setCaput@contents@ter #1{%
+ \global \toks@i = {#1}%
+ \ignorespaces
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{headline}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setCaput@headline {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@setCaput@headline
+ \global \toks@iii = {\relax}%
+ \futurenonspacelet \TXN@token \TXN@setCaput@headline@bis
+}
+\def \TXN@setCaput@headline@bis {%
+ \ifx \TXN@token \bgroup
+ \expandafter \TXN@setCaput@headline@ter
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@setCaput@headline@ter #1{%
+ \global \toks@iii = {#1}%
+ \ignorespaces
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{\TXN@cmd{index}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setCaput@index {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@setCaput@index
+ \gdef \TXN@index@type {t}%
+ \global \toks@v = {\relax}%
+ \futurenonspacelet \TXN@token \TXN@setCaput@index@bis
+}
+\def \TXN@setCaput@index@bis {%
+ \ifx [\TXN@token
+ \expandafter \TXN@setCaput@index@quater
+ \else
+ \ifx \TXN@token \bgroup
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@setCaput@index@ter
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@setCaput@index@ter #1{%
+ \global \toks@v = {#1}%
+ \ignorespaces
+}
+\def \TXN@setCaput@index@quater [#1]{%
+ \ifcat a#1\relax
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The optional parameter of \protect\indexes\space must be a letter}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \gdef \TXN@index@type {#1}%
+ \futurenonspacelet \TXN@token \TXN@setCaput@index@quinquies
+}
+\def \TXN@setCaput@index@quinquies{%
+ \ifx \TXN@token \bgroup
+ \expandafter \TXN@setCaput@index@ter
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{The \TXN@cmd{textus} class}
+% \subsection{Processing the command}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@e {-1}
+\newif \ifTXN@textus@star
+\newcommand {\textus} {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \expandafter \TXN@Textus
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {textus}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {x}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {TXN}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@Textus {%
+ \@ifstar {\TXN@textus@startrue\TXN@getTextus}
+ {\TXN@textus@starfalse\TXN@getTextus}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@getTextus}[1][0] {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@getTextus
+ \TXN@get@textus@flags {#1}%
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \ifTXN@textus@star
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \ifnum #1 = \z@
+ \else
+ \TXN@milestonestrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@get \TXN@textus@subclasses.\TXN@counter \TXN@temp
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The class name (having been obtained by |\string|, consists of
+% characters of category `other', so we must do the comparison in
+% this roundabout way.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \count@ = \escapechar \escapechar = \m@ne
+ \edef \TXN@temp@bis {\expandafter\string\csname\@currenvir\endcsname}%
+ \escapechar = \count@
+ \ifx \TXN@temp \TXN@temp@bis
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@getTextus@normal
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing normal \TXN@cmd{textus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@getTextus@normal {%
+ \futurelet \TXN@token \TXN@getTextus@bis
+}
+\def \TXN@getTextus@bis {%
+ \ifx *\TXN@token
+ \expandafter \TXN@getTextus@double@star
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@getTextus@ter
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@getTextus@double@star #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@getTextus@double@star
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]milestone} = \@ne
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \@ne
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \TXN@toks@a = {\textus*[}%
+ \TXN@toks@b = \expandafter{\the\TXN@counter]*}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\toks@={\the\TXN@toks@a\the\TXN@toks@b}}\TXN@temp
+ \TXN@save@command
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]star}{}%
+ \TXN@set@textus@text {\TXN@c}{}%
+ \fi
+ \ignorespaces
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@getTextus@ter {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@getTextus@ter
+ \ifTXN@textus@star
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]milestone} = \@ne
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \ifTXN@replay
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]star}{*}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@Multiples \TXN@textus@flags
+ \expandafter \TXN@getTextus@multiples
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoArgument \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@getTextus@quater
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \everypar = {}\TXN@normalCR
+ \fi
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@getTextus@quinquies
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@getTextus@quater {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@getTextus@quater
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoFacies \TXN@textus@flags
+ \expandafter \TXN@getTextus@nofacies
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@getTextus@noargument
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@getTextus@nofacies #1{}
+\def \TXN@getTextus@noargument {%
+ \TXN@getTextus@quinquies \relax
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@getTextus@quinquies #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@getTextus@quinquies
+ \let \next = \TXN@getTextus@sexies
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]milestone} = \@ne
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AttachedToArea \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]milestone}{1}%
+ \TXN@milestonestrue
+ \TXN@initialize@milestones
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]milestone} = \@ne
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \@ne
+ \let \next = \TXN@getTextus@septies
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \ifTXN@replay
+ \else
+ \let \next = \TXN@getTextus@septies
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next {#1}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@getTextus@sexies #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@getTextus@sexies
+ \TXN@set@textus@text {\TXN@c}{#1}%
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]side@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \leavevmode
+ \def \TXN@textus@text {}%
+ \TXN@make@object@textus {\TXN@c}%
+ \ifTXN@textus@zero@width
+ \setbox \TXN@object@textus = \hbox to \z@ {%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedRight \TXN@textus@flags
+ \hss
+ \fi
+ \box \TXN@object@textus
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedLeft \TXN@textus@flags
+ \hss
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedRight \TXN@textus@flags
+ \else
+ \hss
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ }%
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \maxdimen
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedRight \TXN@textus@flags
+ \dimen@ = \wd\TXN@object@textus
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedCentre \TXN@textus@flags
+ \dimen@ = .5\wd\TXN@object@textus
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \dimen@ = \maxdimen
+ \else
+ \setbox \TXN@object@textus =
+ \hbox {\kern -\dimen@ \box \TXN@object@textus}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \box \TXN@object@textus
+ \ifTXN@textus@star
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AttachedToArea \TXN@textus@flags
+ \else
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]text}{}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter = \z@
+ \leavevmode
+ \begingroup \@nameuse{TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies}#1\endgroup
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \everypar = {\PTR@start@box}%
+ \expandafter \PTR@obeylines
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@set@textus@text #1#2{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@set@textus@text
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AttachedToArea \TXN@textus@flags
+ \@tempcnta = \TXN@area@count \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta > \TXN@max@area@ind
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Too many areas}
+ {There can be no more than \TXN@max@area@ind\space areas}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@global@listtrue
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@SimpleList@set \csname TXN@textus[#1]text\endcsname.\@tempcnta
+ {\strut#2\strut}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@textus[#1]text}{#2}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@getTextus@septies #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@getTextus@septies
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \@ne
+ \ifTXN@textus@star
+ \TXN@toks@a = {\textus*[}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@toks@a = {\textus[}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@toks@b = \expandafter{\the\TXN@counter}%
+ \TXN@toks@c = {]{#1}}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@a\the\TXN@toks@b\the\TXN@toks@c}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \TXN@save@command
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@replay
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AttachedToArea \TXN@textus@flags
+ \else
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@textus[\TXN@c]text}{}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \ignorespaces
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing multiples}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@getTextus@multiples #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@getTextus@multiples
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {%
+ \csname TXN@textus[\TXN@c]Facies\endcsname\relax\relax}%
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {#1}%
+ \setbox \@ne = \hbox {\@nameuse{TXN@textus[\TXN@c]Facies}\relax}%
+ \dimen@ = \wd\@ne
+ \loop
+ \ifdim \dimen@ < \wd\z@
+ \advance \dimen@ by \wd\@ne
+ \repeat
+% \end{macrocode}
+% One copy is inserted by |\Facies| as the box is generated
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\@ne
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {%
+ \csname TXN@textus[\TXN@c]Facies\endcsname\relax}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\leavevmode
+ \hbox to\the\dimen@{\xleaders\hbox{\the\toks@}\hfill}}
+ \expandafter \TXN@getTextus@sexies \expandafter{\TXN@temp}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Attaching a \TXN@cmd{textus} object to the line}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attach@textus #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1] \TXN@attach@textus
+ \ifnum #1 = \TXN@e \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@typeset@textus {\TXN@e}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@attach@textus@bis
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@attach@textus@bis {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@attach@textus@bis
+ \setbox \TXN@object@textus = \null
+ \count@ = \@ne
+ \loop
+ \xdef \TXN@textus@loop {\the\count@}%
+ \advance \count@ by \m@ne
+ \ifnum \count@ < \TXN@textus@max \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@get@textus@flags {\TXN@textus@loop}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AttachedToArea \TXN@textus@flags
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@textus[\TXN@textus@loop]text}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@typeset@textus \expandafter{\TXN@textus@loop}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \count@ = \TXN@textus@loop \TXN@safe
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \repeat
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@typeset@textus #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@typeset@textus
+ \def \TXN@textus@text {}%
+ \TXN@make@object@textus {#1}%
+ \TXN@move@to@marginalia {#1}{t}\TXN@object@textus
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Building a \TXN@cmd{textus} object}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@make@object@textus #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@make@object@textus
+ \def \TXN@entity {textus}%
+ \TXN@get@textus@flags {#1}%
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\TXN@textus@flags}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@textus@text
+ \gdef \TXN@textus@text {\csname TXN@textus[#1]text\endcsname}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If |\excessus| no special formatting
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum #1 = \TXN@e \TXN@safe
+ \let \TXN@box@type = \hbox
+ \def \TXN@box@parameters {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@get@object@field@width {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@textus@field@width
+ \let \TXN@box@type = \hbox
+ \def \TXN@box@parameters {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@toks@a = {\hsize \TXN@textus@field@width}%
+ \ifdim \TXN@textus@field@width = \z@
+ \TXN@toks@a = {\hsize \maxdimen}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@toks@b = {}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedLeft \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@toks@b = {\rangedleft}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedRight \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@toks@b = {\centred}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedRight \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@toks@b = {\rangedright}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@box@parameters {\the\TXN@toks@a \the\TXN@toks@b}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {%
+ \leftskip = \z@ \rightskip = \z@ \parindent = \z@
+ \def \\{\kern \TXN@textus@field@width\relax}%
+ \let \Delimiter = \TXN@get@delimiter
+ \@nameuse{TXN@textus[#1]Facies}\TXN@textus@text
+ }%
+ \ifdim \TXN@textus@field@width < \wd\z@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% More than one line.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedBottom \TXN@textus@flags
+ \let \TXN@box@type = \vbox
+ \else
+ \let \TXN@box@type = \vtop
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \let \TXN@box@type = \hbox
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AttachedToArea \TXN@textus@flags
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AreaWrap \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@make@object@textus@wrap {#1}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@make@object@textus@setbox {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx \TXN@box@type \hbox
+ \ifnum #1 = \TXN@e \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \TXN@place@object@in@field \TXN@object@textus
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@textus@zero@width
+ \wd\TXN@object@textus = \z@
+ \fi
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedMiddle \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedAxis \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \setbox \TXN@object@textus =
+ \hbox {$\vcenter{\box \TXN@object@textus}$}%
+ \dimen@ = \ht\TXN@object@textus
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\dp\TXN@object@textus
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedAxis \TXN@textus@flags
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {$\vcenter{}$}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by -2\ht\z@
+ \fi
+ \setbox \TXN@object@textus =
+ \hbox {\lower .5\dimen@ \box \TXN@object@textus}%
+ \else
+ \setbox \TXN@object@textus = \hbox {\box \TXN@object@textus}%
+ \fi
+ \ht\TXN@object@textus = \z@
+ \dp\TXN@object@textus = \z@
+ \fi
+ \ifnum #1 > \z@
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@textus[#1]star}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AttachedToArea \TXN@textus@flags
+ \else
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@textus[#1]text}{}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@make@object@textus@setbox #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@make@object@textus@setbox
+ \gdef \TXN@textus@delimiter@left {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@textus@delimiter@right {}%
+ \setbox \TXN@object@textus = \TXN@box@type {%
+ \parindent = \z@
+ \parskip = \z@skip
+ \leftskip = \z@skip
+ \rightskip = \z@skip
+ \TXN@box@parameters
+ \everypar {\TXN@box@parameters \parindent = \z@}%
+ \let \\=\TXN@esc@esc@break
+ \let \Delimiter = \TXN@get@delimiter
+ \@nameuse{TXN@textus[#1]Facies}\TXN@textus@text
+ \endgraf
+ \xdef \TXN@prevgraf {\the\prevgraf}%
+ }%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@textus@delimiter@left
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@insert@delimiter \TXN@textus@delimiter@left{l}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@textus@delimiter@right
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@insert@delimiter \TXN@textus@delimiter@right{r}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Processing \TXN@cmd{Delimiter}s}
+% Get the delimiter(s) into control sequences, as a list of three
+% values: the first is either 0 (normal form) or 1 (starred form),
+% the other two are the arguments of the |\Delimiter| command.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@delimiter {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@get@delimiter
+ \@ifstar {\count@=\@ne\TXN@get@delimiter@bis}
+ {\count@=\z@\TXN@get@delimiter@bis}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@get@delimiter@bis} [2] [1] {%
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {$\vcenter{}$}%
+ \xdef \TXN@delimiter@axis {\the\ht\z@}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@DelimiterAtStart \TXN@textus@flags
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@textus@delimiter@left
+ \expandafter \gdef
+ \expandafter \TXN@textus@delimiter@left
+ \expandafter {%
+ \expandafter {\the\count@}{#1}{#2}}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter \gdef
+ \expandafter \TXN@textus@delimiter@right
+ \expandafter {%
+ \expandafter {\the\count@}{#1}{#2}}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \expandafter \gdef
+ \expandafter \TXN@textus@delimiter@right
+ \expandafter {%
+ \expandafter {\the\count@}{#1}{#2}}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Insert a delimiter into the object.\\
+% The first three parameters are those in the list held in
+% |\TXN@textus@delimiter@left| and |\TXN@textus@delimiter@right|,
+% the fourth is `l' or `r' for the side at which the delimiter
+% must be inserted.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@delimiter@ante
+\newif \ifTXN@delimiter@post
+\def \TXN@insert@delimiter #1#2#3#4{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@insert@delimiter
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AttachedToArea \TXN@textus@flags
+ \ifvbox \TXN@object@textus
+ \xdef \TXN@delimiter@axis {\z@}%
+ \fi
+ \ifnum #1 = \z@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@dim@a = {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]height}%
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@dim@b = {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]depth}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@dim@a = \ht\TXN@object@textus
+ \TXN@dim@b = \dp\TXN@object@textus
+ \fi
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@dim@a
+ \advance \dimen@ by \TXN@dim@b
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@ModusDelimiter
+ \dimen@ = #2\dimen@
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@ModusDelimiter\dimen@
+ \fi
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {%
+ $\vcenter {\vrule height .5\dimen@ depth .5\dimen@ width \z@}$}%
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {%
+ $\left#3\vrule height \ht\z@ depth \dp\z@ width \z@\right.$}%
+ \dimen@ = \ht\z@
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\dp\z@
+ \ifx \TXN@box@type \hbox
+ \dimen@ = \z@
+ \else
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dp\TXN@object@textus
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\ht\TXN@object@textus
+ \divide \dimen@ by \tw@
+ \fi
+ \setbox \TXN@object@textus = \hbox {%
+ \if r#4\relax
+ \box \TXN@object@textus
+ \fi
+ \TXN@SpatiumAnteDelimiter
+ \lower \dimen@ \box \z@
+ \TXN@SpatiumPostDelimiter
+ \if l#4\relax
+ \box \TXN@object@textus
+ \fi
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{\TXN@cmd{wrap}ping the object around an area}
+% The special case of an object \textit{wrapped} around an area
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@make@object@textus@wrap #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@make@object@textus@wrap
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the text within the field width, to get the baselineskip
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \setbox \z@ = \vbox {%
+ \TXN@box@parameters \parindent = \z@
+ \hsize \TXN@textus@field@width
+ \let \\=\TXN@esc@esc@break
+ \@nameuse{TXN@textus[#1]Facies}\TXN@textus@text
+ \global \TXN@baselineskip = \baselineskip
+ \endgraf
+ \xdef \TXN@prevgraf {\the\prevgraf}%
+ }%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Get the total size of the area
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@dim@a = {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]height}%
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@dim@b = {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]depth}%
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by \TXN@dim@b
+ \TXN@dim@c = \TXN@dim@a
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Get the empty space at the end of the area
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \xdef \TXN@area@wrap@skip {\z@}%
+ \dimen@ = \z@
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]spatium}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]spatium}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@area@wrap@skip {\the\dimen@}%
+ \xdef \TXN@area@empty {\the\dimen@}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set up the |\parshape| list
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \skip@ = \TXN@baselineskip \TXN@safe
+ \dimen@ = \skip@
+ \toks@ = {\parshape \the\count@ }%
+ \count@ = \@ne
+ \loop
+ \ifdim \TXN@dim@a > \dimen@
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by -\dimen@
+ \toks@ = \expandafter{\the\toks@ \z@ \TXN@textus@field@width}%
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \repeat
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Add one line, if necessary
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifdim \TXN@dim@a = \z@
+ \ifdim \TXN@area@empty = z@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifdim \TXN@dim@a > \TXN@area@empty \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \toks@ = \expandafter{\the\toks@ \z@ \TXN@textus@field@width}%
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The text below the area is set in a single line of infinite width.
+% (for the rationale behind this, see page 66 of the EDMAC documentation)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \toks@ = \expandafter{\the\toks@ \z@ \maxdimen}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the entire paragraph
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \setbox \z@ = \vbox {%
+ \TXN@box@parameters \parindent = \z@ \parskip = \z@
+ \the\toks@
+ \let \\=\TXN@esc@esc@break
+ \@nameuse{TXN@textus[#1]Facies}\TXN@textus@text
+ \endgraf
+ }%
+ \skip@ = \TXN@baselineskip \TXN@safe
+ \dimen@ = -\skip@
+ \advance \dimen@ by \ht\z@
+ \splittopskip = \z@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Get the column corresponding to the area, inserting a |\strut|
+% at the end, to ensure proper stacking of the |\vbox|es
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \setbox \tw@ = \vsplit \z@ to \dimen@
+ \setbox \tw@ = \vbox {\@nameuse{TXN@textus[#1]Facies}\relax
+ \unvbox \tw@
+ \setbox \tw@ = \lastbox
+ \strut \unhbox \tw@ \strut \endgraf}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Reset the rest of the text at the natural text width
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@get@Locus {textus[#1]}{t}%
+ \TXN@dim@a = \dimen@
+ \TXN@get@Locus {textus[\TXN@theTextus]}{t}%
+ \TXN@dim@b = \dimen@
+ \dimen@ = \linewidth
+ \setbox \z@ = \vbox {%
+ \parindent = \z@
+ \hsize \dimen@
+ \let \\=\TXN@esc@esc@break
+ \unvbox \z@
+ \setbox \z@ = \lastbox
+ \@nameuse{TXN@textus[#1]Facies}{\strut \unhbox \z@ \strut}%
+ \endgraf
+ \xdef \TXN@prevgraf {\the\prevgraf}%
+ \unskip
+ \unskip
+ \unpenalty
+ }%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Join the two pieces
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \TXN@dim@a > \TXN@dim@b
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@dim@a
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\TXN@dim@b
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \z@
+ \fi
+ \setbox \TXN@object@textus = \TXN@box@type {%
+ \@nameuse{TXN@textus[#1]Facies}\relax
+ \topskip = \z@
+ \unvcopy \tw@
+ \TXN@counter@a = \TXN@prevgraf \TXN@safe
+ \global \setbox \thr@@ = \copy \z@
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a > \z@
+ \setbox \z@ = \vbox{%
+ \vbadness = \@M
+ \splittopskip = \z@
+ \global \setbox \@ne = \vsplit \thr@@ to \TXN@baselineskip
+ \global \setbox \thr@@ = \box \thr@@
+ \unvbox \@ne \global \setbox \@ne = \lastbox
+ }%
+ \moveleft \dimen@ \box \@ne
+ \advance \TXN@counter@a by \m@ne
+ \repeat
+ }%
+ \wd\TXN@object@textus = \TXN@textus@field@width \TXN@safe
+ \dimen@ = \ht\TXN@object@textus
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dp\TXN@object@textus
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\TXN@dim@c
+ \advance \dimen@ by \TXN@area@wrap@skip \TXN@safe
+ \xdef \TXN@area@wrap@skip {\the\dimen@}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Areas}
+%
+% \subsection{Data structures}
+%
+%
+% The list of areas. Each list element has the form:\\
+% \qquad|{<line number>,<identifier>}|\\
+% The |<line number>| is used in error messages; the |<identifier>|
+% is the area name or |\relax| for anonymous areas. After |\endarea|
+% the list element is set to |{0,\relax}|.\\
+% We allocate the \textbf{cs} directly, inserting a dummy element
+% in the first position, so that there is a direct correspondence
+% between area numbers and indices.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \TXN@areas {\\{0,\relax}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The maximum number of areas that can exist at any time.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\chardef \TXN@max@area@ind = 16
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The number of elements in the list.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \TXN@area@count {0}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The number of active areas in the list
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \TXN@active@areas {0}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The index of the area being processed
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \TXN@area@ind {0}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Adding a new area to the list.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@add@area #1{%
+ \TXN@trim {#1}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {%
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa \the\TXNl@linenumber\else \the\inputlineno\fi
+ ,\the\TXN@trimmed}%
+ \TXN@gincr \TXN@area@count
+ \TXN@gincr \TXN@active@areas
+ \TXN@global@listtrue
+ \TXN@SimpleList@set@extend \TXN@areas.\TXN@area@count \TXN@temp
+ \xdef \TXN@area@ind {\TXN@area@count}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Removing an area (index in |\TXN@area@ind|).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@remove@area {%
+ \TXN@set \TXN@areas.\TXN@area@ind {0,\relax}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The area list is global
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ {\let \\= \relax \xdef \TXN@areas {\TXN@areas}}%
+ \TXN@gdecr \TXN@active@areas
+ \ifnum \TXN@active@areas = \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@areas {\\{0,\relax}}%
+ \gdef \TXN@area@count {0}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Finding an area.\\
+% Sets |\TXN@area@ind| to the index for the area identified by the
+% parameter; if the parameter is |\relax|, the index for the last
+% `anonymous' area is returned.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@find@area #1{%
+ \TXN@trim {#1}%
+ \edef \TXN@parameter {\the\TXN@trimmed}%
+ \xdef \TXN@area@identifier {}%
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@counter = \z@
+ \def \\##1{\TXN@check ##1\TXN@nil}%
+ \def \TXN@check ##1,##2\TXN@nil{%
+ \ifnum ##1 > \z@
+ \def \TXN@temp {##2}%
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@temp
+ \xdef \TXN@area@ind {\the\TXN@counter}%
+ \xdef \TXN@area@identifier {##2}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \@ne
+ }%
+ \TXN@areas
+ \endgroup
+ \ifx \TXN@area@identifier \TXN@parameter
+ \else
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@safe
+ \def \TXN@temp {}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {[\TXN@parameter]}%
+ \fi
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {There is no previous \protect\area\TXN@temp\space command}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Building the list of currently active areas.\\
+% The list is not a \textit{SimpleList}: it is just the concatenation
+% of the area indices.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@build@active@areas@list {%
+ \gdef \TXN@active@areas@list {}%
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@counter = \z@
+ \def \\##1{\TXN@check ##1\TXN@nil}%
+ \def \TXN@check ##1,##2\TXN@nil{%
+ \ifnum ##1 > \z@
+ \xdef \TXN@active@areas@list {%
+ \TXN@active@areas@list{\the\TXN@counter}}%
+ \fi
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \@ne
+ }%
+ \TXN@areas
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Getting the next index.\\
+% Removes the first index from the list above, placing it in |\TXN@counter|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@next@area {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@active@areas@list
+ \TXN@counter = \z@
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@get@next@area@bis \TXN@active@areas@list \TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@next@area@bis #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \xdef \TXN@active@areas@list {#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Entering an area}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \area {\@bsphack\@ifnextchar [{\TXN@area}{\TXN@area[\relax]}}
+\let \Area = \area
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@area [#1]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \area
+ \@esphack
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus \TXN@sw@false \fi
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa \TXN@sw@false \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect\area\space may be used only within Versus or Prosa}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \@ne
+ \toks@ = {\area[#1]}%
+ \TXN@save@command
+ \let \next = \TXN@area@bis
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@replay
+ \let \next = \TXN@area@bis
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \let \next = \TXN@area@bis
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@area@bis {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@area@bis
+ \TXN@add@area \TXN@parameter
+ \ifnum \TXN@area@count = \@ne
+ \xdef \TXN@area@parskip {\the\parskip}%
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \parskip = \z@
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@area@count]height}{\z@}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@area@count]first@line@height}{\z@}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@area@count]rightedge}{\z@}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@area@count]depth}{\z@}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@area@count]leftedge}{\maxdimen}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@area@count]stropha}{}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@area@count]spatium}{}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@area@count]folio}{\TXN@theFolio}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Leaving an area}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@area@withinVersus
+\def \endarea {\@bsphack\@ifnextchar [{\TXN@endarea}{\TXN@endarea[\relax]}}
+\let \endArea = \endarea
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Within \textit{Prosa} the text can be attached to the area only after
+% the line containing |\endarea| has been processed; so the indices for
+% area{s} being closed are saved in |\TXN@endarea@list|. with the same
+% format as the active area list.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@endarea [#1]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@endarea
+ \@esphack
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus \TXN@sw@false \fi
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa \TXN@sw@false \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect\endarea\space may be used only within Versus or Prosa}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@area@withinVersustrue
+ \TXN@find@area {#1}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@endarea@Versus
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \@ne
+ \toks@ = {\endarea [#1]}%
+ \TXN@save@command
+ \TXN@find@area {#1}%
+ \TXN@remove@area
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@replay
+ \TXN@find@area {#1}%
+ \xdef \TXN@endarea@list {\TXN@endarea@list{\TXN@area@ind}}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@area@withinVersus
+ \TXN@remove@area
+ \TXN@area@withinVersusfalse
+ \PTR@suspendtrue
+ \expandafter \Versus
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Within \textit{Versus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@endarea@Versus {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@endarea@Versus
+ \PTR@suspendtrue
+ \endVersus
+ \ifnum \TXN@area@ind = \@ne
+ \parskip = \TXN@area@parskip \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \TXN@insert@area@textus
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]stropha}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@spatium@vertical \expandafter {%
+ \csname TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]stropha\endcsname}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Within \textit{Prosa}}
+%
+% The macro is called from |\TXN@process@line@prosa| when |\TXN@endarea@list|
+% is not empty
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@endarea@Prosa {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@endarea@Prosa
+ \TXN@get@next@endarea
+ \@whilenum \TXN@area@ind > \z@ \do {%
+ \TXN@insert@area@textus
+ \TXN@remove@area
+ \TXN@get@next@endarea
+ }%
+ \ifnum \TXN@area@ind = \@ne
+ \parskip = \TXN@area@parskip \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@next@endarea {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@endarea@list
+ \gdef \TXN@area@ind {0}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@get@next@endarea@bis \TXN@endarea@list \TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@next@endarea@bis #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \xdef \TXN@area@ind {#1}%
+ \xdef \TXN@endarea@list {#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing all text attached to the area}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@insert@area@textus {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@insert@area@textus
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@area
+ \xdef \TXN@area@wrap@skip {\z@}%
+ \edef \TXN@save@Folio {\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \expandafter \global
+ \expandafter \let
+ \expandafter \TXN@theFolio
+ \csname TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]folio\endcsname
+ \count@ = \@ne
+ \loop
+ \xdef \TXN@area@loop {\the\count@}%
+ \advance \count@ by \m@ne
+ \ifnum \count@ < \TXN@textus@max \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@get@textus@flags {\TXN@area@loop}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AttachedToArea \TXN@textus@flags
+ \@tempcnta = \TXN@area@ind \TXN@safe
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \m@ne
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@SimpleList@get \csname TXN@textus[\TXN@area@loop]text\endcsname.%
+ \@tempcnta \TXN@textus@text
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@textus@text
+ \else
+ \setbox \TXN@marginalia = \copy\voidb@x
+ \xdef \TXN@delimiter@axis {\z@}%
+ \TXN@process@area@textus {\TXN@area@loop}%
+ \ifvoid \TXN@marginalia
+ \else
+ \TXN@attach@area@textus
+ \fi
+ \@tempcnta = \TXN@area@ind \TXN@safe
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \m@ne
+ \TXN@global@listtrue
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@SimpleList@set \csname TXN@textus[\TXN@area@loop]text\endcsname.%
+ \@tempcnta \empty
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AreaExtend \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@area@textus@extend
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \count@ = \TXN@area@loop \TXN@safe
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \repeat
+ \xdef \TXN@theFolio {\TXN@save@Folio}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Updating the left and right edges}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@area@textus@extend {%
+ \TXN@build@active@areas@list
+ \loop
+ \TXN@get@next@area
+ \ifnum \TXN@area@ind > \TXN@counter
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@c]leftedge}%
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > \TXN@area@textus@leftedge \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]leftedge}{\TXN@area@textus@leftedge}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@c]rightedge}%
+ \ifdim \dimen@ < \TXN@area@textus@rightedge \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]rightedge}{\TXN@area@textus@rightedge}%
+ \fi
+ \repeat
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Attaching the object to the area}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@attach@area@textus {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@attach@area@textus
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@dim@a = {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]height}%
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@dim@b = {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]depth}%
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by \TXN@dim@b
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AreaMiddle \TXN@textus@flags
+ \divide \TXN@dim@a by \tw@
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by -\TXN@delimiter@axis \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AreaTop \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]first@line@height}%
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by -\dimen@
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AreaBottom \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@dim@a = \TXN@dim@b
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@dim@b = \prevdepth
+ \kern -\TXN@dim@a
+ \ht\TXN@marginalia = \z@
+ \dp\TXN@marginalia = \z@
+ \nointerlineskip
+ \box \TXN@marginalia
+ \nointerlineskip
+ \kern \TXN@dim@a
+ \kern \TXN@area@wrap@skip \TXN@safe
+ \prevdepth = \TXN@dim@b
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Building the object}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@area@textus #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@process@area@textus
+ \TXN@make@object@textus {#1}%
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]offset@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@dim@a = {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]leftedge}%
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by \dimen@
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@dim@b = {TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]rightedge}%
+ \advance \TXN@dim@b by \dimen@
+ \TXN@SimpleList \TXN@line@fields \z@
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@dim@a,\the\TXN@dim@b}%
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@line@fields \TXN@temp
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AreaExtend \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@get@Locus {textus[#1]}{t}%
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]offset@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\dimen@@
+ \TXN@assign \count@ = {TXN@textus[#1]side@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \ifnum \count@ = \TXN@textleftedge \TXN@safe
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedRight \TXN@textus@flags
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\TXN@object@textus
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@area@textus@leftedge {\the\dimen@}%
+ \ifnum \count@ = \TXN@textrightedge \TXN@safe
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedRight \TXN@textus@flags
+ \else
+ \advance \dimen@ by \wd\TXN@object@textus
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@area@textus@rightedge {\the\dimen@}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@move@to@marginalia {#1}{t}\TXN@object@textus
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Collecting information about the area contents}
+%
+% \subsubsection {A line within \textit{Prosa}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@area@line@Prosa #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@process@area@line@Prosa
+ \TXN@build@active@areas@list
+ \loop
+ \TXN@get@next@area
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \z@
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@c]height}%
+ \ifdim \dimen@ = \z@
+ \advance \dimen@ by \ht#1\relax
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]first@line@height}{\the\ht#1}%
+ \fi
+ \advance \dimen@ by \baselineskip
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]height}{\the\dimen@}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]depth}{\the\dp#1}%
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@c]rightedge}%
+ \ifdim \dimen@ < \TXN@measure
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]rightedge}{\the\TXN@measure}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@c]leftedge}%
+ \ifdim \dimen@ < \z@
+ \else
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]leftedge}{\z@}%
+ \fi
+ \repeat
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection {A line within \textit{Versus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@area@line@Versus #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@process@area@line@Versus
+ \TXN@build@active@areas@list
+ \TXN@get@next@area
+ \@whilenum \TXN@counter > \z@ \do {%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]spatium}{}%
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@area[\TXN@c]stropha}%
+ \else
+ \begingroup
+ \expandafter \TXN@spatium@vertical \expandafter {%
+ \csname TXN@area[\TXN@c]stropha\endcsname}%
+ \endgroup
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]stropha}{}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@c]height}%
+ \dimen@@ = \ht#1\relax
+ \ifdim \dimen@ = \z@
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]first@line@height}{\the\dimen@@}%
+ \else
+ \advance \dimen@@ by \dp#1\relax
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ < \baselineskip
+ \dimen@@ = \baselineskip
+ \fi
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \fi
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]height}{\the\dimen@}%
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@c]rightedge}%
+ \ifdim \wd#1 > \dimen@
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]rightedge}{\the\wd#1}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]depth}{\the\dp#1}%
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@c]leftedge}%
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]shift}%
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ < \dimen@
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]leftedge}{\the\dimen@@}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@get@next@area
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection {Vertical spacing}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@area@spatium #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@process@area@spatium
+ \TXN@build@active@areas@list
+ \TXN@get@next@area
+ \@whilenum \TXN@counter > \z@ \do {%
+ \ifx \TXN@safe #1\relax
+ \dimen@ = \z@
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = #1\relax
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@area[\TXN@c]spatium}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]spatium}{\the\dimen@}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@c]spatium}%
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > \dimen@@
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]spatium}{\the\dimen@}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\dimen@@
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \z@
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ = {TXN@area[\TXN@c]height}%
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ > \z@
+ \advance \dimen@@ by \dimen@
+ \fi
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@area[\TXN@c]height}{\the\dimen@@}%
+ \TXN@get@next@area
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{The \TXN@cmd{numerus} class}
+% \subsection {Setting the \TXN@cmd{progressio} attribute}
+%
+% The internal representation of the attribute is a \textit{SimpleList},
+% termined by |\\{\@M}|.\\
+% The default, used if the attribute is not defined, is numbering
+% every fifth line.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@default@progressio {\\{5}\\{\@M}}
+\def \TXN@zero@progressio {\\{0}\\{\@M}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@setProgressio@numerus}[2][0]{%
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \TXN@SimpleList \TXN@SimpleList@work \z@
+ \let \\ = \relax
+ \TXN@setProgressio@numerus@bis #2\TXN@nil
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setProgressio@numerus@bis #1{%
+ \let \next = \TXN@setProgressio@numerus@bis
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \let \next = \TXN@setProgressio@numerus@ter
+ \else
+ \ifx <#1\relax
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@SimpleList@work {<}%
+ \else
+ \ifx \\#1\relax
+ \let \next = \TXN@setProgressio@numerus@quater
+ \else
+ \ifnum #1 = \z@
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a > \z@
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Progressio: non-positive not first}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \count@ = #1\relax
+ \ifnum \count@ < \z@
+ \count@ = -\count@
+ \fi
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append
+ \TXN@SimpleList@work {\the\count@}%
+ \advance \TXN@counter@a by \@ne
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setProgressio@numerus@ter {%
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[\TXN@c]index}{0}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a > \z@
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@SimpleList@work
+ \else
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@SimpleList@work {\@M}%
+ \let \\ = \relax
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@numerus[\TXN@c]progressio}{\TXN@SimpleList@work}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@fragment@set
+\newif \ifTXN@folded@set
+\def \TXN@setProgressio@numerus@quater #1\TXN@nil{%
+ \define@key {progressio}{f}[ff]{\TXN@setProgressio@numerus@quinquies##1}%
+ \define@key {progressio}{l}[ll]{\TXN@setProgressio@numerus@quinquies##1}
+ \define@key {progressio}{fl}[fl]{\TXN@setProgressio@numerus@quinquies##1}
+ \define@key {progressio}{lf}[lf]{\TXN@setProgressio@numerus@quinquies##1}
+ \define@key {progressio}{a}[aa]{\TXN@setProgressio@numerus@quinquies##1}
+ \define@key {progressio}{F}[FF]{\TXN@setProgressio@numerus@sexies##1}%
+ \define@key {progressio}{L}[LL]{\TXN@setProgressio@numerus@sexies##1}%
+ \define@key {progressio}{A}[AA]{\TXN@setProgressio@numerus@sexies##1}%
+ \let \KV@errx = \TXN@keyval@error
+ \TXN@fragment@setfalse
+ \TXN@folded@setfalse
+ \def \TXN@temp {}%
+ \def \TXN@temp@bis {}%
+ \setkeys {progressio}{#1}%
+ \ifTXN@fragment@set
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {l\TXN@temp}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp@bis {l\TXN@temp@bis}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@folded@set
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {L\TXN@temp}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp@bis {L\TXN@temp@bis}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@numerus[\TXN@c]fragment@recto}{\TXN@temp}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@numerus[\TXN@c]fragment@verso}{\TXN@temp@bis}%
+ \TXN@setProgressio@numerus@ter
+}
+\def \TXN@setProgressio@numerus@quinquies #1#2{%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\TXN@temp #1}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp@bis {\TXN@temp@bis #2}%
+ \TXN@fragment@settrue
+}
+\def \TXN@setProgressio@numerus@sexies #1#2{%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\TXN@temp #1}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp@bis {\TXN@temp@bis #2}%
+ \TXN@folded@settrue
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing the command}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\numerus} {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \expandafter \TXN@numerus
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {numerus}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {x}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {TXN}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set
+ \fi
+}
+%\let \numeri = \numerus
+\let \numerum = \numerus
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% Normal case
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@numerus {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@numerus
+ \@ifstar {\TXN@counter=\@ne \TXN@numerus@bis}%
+ {\TXN@counter=\z@ \TXN@numerus@bis}%
+}
+\newcommand {\TXN@numerus@bis}[2][0]{%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Split the argument into components
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@process@numerus@argument {#2}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@error
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Error in argument of a \protect\numerus\space subclass}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check whether starred or unstarred
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@withinAd
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter = \@ne
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {You cannot use the *-form of \protect\numerus within an %
+ \protect\ad\space command}%
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \let \TXN@process@numerus@next = \TXN@process@numerus@ad
+ \else
+ \let \TXN@process@numerus@next = \TXN@process@numerus@nostar
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter = \@ne
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#2}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]printing}{2}%
+ \let \TXN@process@numerus@next = \@gobble
+ \else
+ \let \TXN@process@numerus@next = \TXN@process@numerus@star
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@process@numerus@next {#1}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Starred form}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@numerus@star #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1] \TXN@process@numerus@star
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@numerus[#1]milestone} = \z@
+ \TXN@process@numerus@star@bis {#1}%
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@replay
+ \TXN@process@numerus@star@bis {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@process@numerus@star@bis {#1}%
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@numerus[#1]side@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@numerus[#1]milestone} = \@ne
+ \TXN@toks@a = {\numerus*[#1]}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@value
+ \TXN@toks@b = {{}}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = \TXN@c@numerus{#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@set
+ \TXN@toks@b = \expandafter {\expandafter{\TXN@numerus@value}}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@toks@b = \expandafter
+ {\expandafter{\expandafter =\the\TXN@counter}}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\toks@={\the\TXN@toks@a \the\TXN@toks@b}}%
+ \TXN@temp
+ \TXN@save@command
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@process@numerus@star@bis {#1}%
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@process@numerus@star@bis #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1] \TXN@process@numerus@star@bis
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]head}{\TXN@numerus@head}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]tail}{\TXN@numerus@tail}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]separator}{\TXN@numerus@separator}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Compute the first value
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@value
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]first@value}{}%
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@sign
+ \TXN@counter = \TXN@numerus@value
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]first@value}{\TXN@c}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = \TXN@c@numerus{#1}%
+ \TXN@counter@a = \TXN@numerus@value \relax
+ \if -\TXN@numerus@sign\relax
+ \TXN@counter@a = -\TXN@counter@a
+ \fi
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \TXN@counter@a
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]first@value}{\TXN@c}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@set
+ \else
+ \global \TXN@c@numerus{#1}= \TXN@counter
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \z@
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@numerus[#1]milestone} = \z@
+ \TXN@caput@numerus {#1}%
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \ifTXN@replay
+ \TXN@caput@numerus {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]previous}{}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Compute the second value
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@second@value
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]second@value}{}%
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@secondsign
+ \TXN@counter = \TXN@numerus@second@value \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]second@value}{\TXN@c}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = \TXN@c@numerus{#1}%
+ \TXN@counter@a = \TXN@numerus@second@value \TXN@safe
+ \if -\TXN@numerus@secondsign \relax
+ \TXN@counter@a = -\TXN@counter@a
+ \fi
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \TXN@counter@a
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]second@value}{\TXN@c}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@set
+ \else
+ \global \TXN@c@numerus{#1}= \TXN@counter
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \z@
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@numerus[#1]milestone} = \z@
+ \TXN@caput@numerus {#1}%
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \ifTXN@replay
+ \TXN@caput@numerus {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]previous}{}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If in-line, typeset the number.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@numerus[#1]side@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \TXN@make@object@numerus {#1}{*}%
+ \leavevmode \box \TXN@object@numerus
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]first@value}{}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Normal form}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@numerus@nostar #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1]\TXN@process@numerus@nostar
+ \edef \TXN@temp {%
+ \TXN@numerus@second@value
+ \TXN@numerus@secondsign
+ \TXN@numerus@separator
+ \TXN@numerus@head
+ \TXN@numerus@tail
+ \TXN@numerus@set
+ }%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The argument of the normal form of the command\MessageBreak
+ contains data that is allowed only in the *-form}
+ {The argument of the normal form consists of just a single value}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \TXN@process@numerus@nostar@bis {#1}%
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@numerus[#1]side@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@toks@a = {\numerus[#1]}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@value
+ \TXN@toks@b = {{}}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@toks@b = \expandafter {\expandafter{\the\TXN@counter}}%
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\toks@ = {\the\TXN@toks@a \the\TXN@toks@b}}%
+ \TXN@temp
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@numerus[#1]milestone} = \@ne
+ \TXN@save@command
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@process@numerus@nostar@bis {#1}%
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@process@numerus@nostar@bis #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1]\TXN@process@numerus@nostar@bis
+ \count@ = \TXN@c@numerus{#1}%
+ \edef \TXN@save@counter {\the\count@}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@value
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]printing}{0}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]printing}{1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@sign
+ \TXN@counter = \TXN@numerus@value \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]frozen}{0}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = \TXN@c@numerus{#1}%
+ \TXN@counter@a = \TXN@numerus@value \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \if -\TXN@numerus@sign
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \if -\TXN@numerus@sign
+ \TXN@counter@a = -\TXN@counter@a
+ \fi
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \TXN@counter@a
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]frozen}{0}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]frozen}{1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@numerus[#1]milestone} = \z@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@relax {TXN@numerus[#1]progressio}%
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@x {TXN@numerus[#1]progressio}\TXN@zero@progressio
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \global \TXN@c@numerus{#1}= \TXN@counter
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@replay
+ \global \TXN@c@numerus{#1}= \TXN@counter
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \z@
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@numerus[#1]milestone} = \z@
+ \TXN@caput@numerus {#1}%
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@replay
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \TXN@caput@numerus {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]previous}{}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Processing the argument of \TXN@cmd{numerus}}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@numerus@argument #1{%
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@value {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@second@value {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@head {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@tail {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@separator {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@sign {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@secondsign {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@set {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@error {}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% Check for special case
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \count@ = \z@
+ \ifTXN@withinAd
+ \TXN@process@numerus@argument@bis#1\TXN@nil
+ \else
+ \begingroup
+ \def \value##1{\the\csname c@##1\endcsname}%
+ \xdef \TXN@gtemp {#1}%
+ \endgroup
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@process@numerus@argument@bis\TXN@gtemp\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Scan the argument. |\count@| is the token counter.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@numerus@argument@bis #1{%
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \let \next = \TXN@process@numerus@argument@bis
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \let \next = \TXN@process@numerus@argument@ter
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \TXN@isdigitfalse
+ \else
+ \TXN@check@start@of@number{#1}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@isdigit
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@tail
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@separator
+ \xdef \TXN@numerus@value {\TXN@numerus@value#1}%
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@numerus@second@value {\TXN@numerus@second@value#1}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@numerus@tail {\TXN@numerus@tail#1}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@value
+ \ifTXN@issign
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@sign
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@sign {#1}%
+ \else
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@error {1}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifx =#1\relax
+ \ifnum \count@ = \@ne
+ \ifTXN@withinAd
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@error {1}%
+ \else
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@set {1}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@numerus@head
+ {\TXN@numerus@head\TXN@numerus@sign#1}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@numerus@head
+ {\TXN@numerus@head\TXN@numerus@sign#1}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@sign
+ \else
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@sign {}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@tail
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@separator
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@separator {#1}%
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@second@value
+ \ifTXN@issign
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@secondsign
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@secondsign {#1}%
+ \else
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@error {1}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@numerus@tail {\TXN@numerus@separator#1}%
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@separator {}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@numerus@tail {\TXN@numerus@tail#1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@numerus@tail {\TXN@numerus@tail#1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Final checks
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@numerus@argument@ter {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@separator
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@second@value
+ \xdef \TXN@numerus@tail {%
+ \TXN@numerus@separator \TXN@numerus@tail}%
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@separator {}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@value
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@head
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If there is no value, a string is considered to be part of the tail.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \xdef \TXN@numerus@tail {\TXN@numerus@head}%
+ \xdef \TXN@numerus@head {}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@numerus@value = \z@
+% \def \TXN@numerus@sign {+}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@numerus@second@value
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@numerus@second@value = \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@numerus@secondsign {+}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Attaching the line numbers}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@line@numbers {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@process@line@numbers
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Loop through all the numbers
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \count@ = \m@ne
+ \loop
+ \xdef \TXN@loop {\the\count@}%
+ \ifnum \count@ < \TXN@numerus@max
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \TXN@let \TXN@test = {TXN@numerus[\the\count@]side@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@test
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@test < \z@
+ \else
+ \TXN@let \TXN@test = {TXN@numerus[\the\count@]first@value}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@test
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar \expandafter{\the\count@}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers@star \expandafter{\the\count@}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \count@ = \TXN@loop
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \repeat
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Normal form}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@numerus@pending {0}
+\def \TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1]\TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@numerus[#1]classes@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@line@class
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers@check@versus {#1}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar@classes {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar@bis {#1}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check if the line number should be printed for the line.
+% If so, set |\TXN@sw|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@line@numbers@check@versus #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1] \TXN@process@line@numbers@check@versus
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\@nameuse{TXN@numerus[#1]fragment@\TXN@theFolio}}%
+ \@tempswatrue
+ \ifdim \PTR@split@skip = \z@
+ \ifdim \PTR@next@split@skip = \z@
+ \@tempswafalse
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \if@tempswa
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A fragment of a split line
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@option a\TXN@temp
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option f\TXN@temp
+ \ifdim \PTR@split@skip = \z@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option l\TXN@temp
+ \ifdim \PTR@next@split@skip = \z@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@folded@line
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A folded line
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@option A\TXN@temp
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option F\TXN@temp
+ \ifnum \PTR@folded@line = \@ne
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option L\TXN@temp
+ \ifnum \PTR@folded@line = \z@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar@classes #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1] \TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar@special
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\@nameuse{TXN@numerus[#1]classes@\TXN@theFolio}}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp@bis {\TXN@line@class}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp@bis
+ \def \TXN@temp@bis {t}%
+ \fi
+ \expandafter
+ \if \expandafter \TXN@option \TXN@temp@bis\TXN@temp
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@line@class
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers@check@versus {#1}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar@bis #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1]\TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar@bis
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@numerus[#1]progressio}%
+ \let \TXN@progressio = \TXN@default@progressio
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]index}{0}%
+ \else
+ \def\\{\noexpand\\}%
+ \edef \TXN@progressio {\@nameuse {TXN@numerus[#1]progressio}}%
+ \def\\{}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@get@progressio {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@line@increment
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Sanity check failed (\protect\TXN@line@increment #1)}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@line@increment = \z@
+ \else
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar@ter #1\relax
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar@ter #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1]\TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar@ter
+ \@tempcnta = \TXN@c@numerus{#1}%
+ \TXN@counter = \@tempcnta
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@numerus[#1]previous@incr}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@assign \count@ = {TXN@numerus[#1]previous@incr}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@line@increment = \count@
+ \else
+ \count@ = \TXN@counter
+ \advance \count@ by \m@ne
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]previous}{\the\count@}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]previous@incr}{\TXN@line@increment}%
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@numerus[#1]previous}%
+ \@tempcntb = \TXN@counter
+ \divide \@tempcntb by \TXN@line@increment \TXN@safe
+ \multiply \@tempcntb by \TXN@line@increment \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum \@tempcntb = \TXN@counter
+ \advance \@tempcntb by -\TXN@line@increment
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@assign \@tempcntb = {TXN@numerus[#1]previous}%
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \@tempcntb < \z@
+ \TXN@make@object@numerus {#1}{n}%
+ \TXN@move@to@marginalia {#1}{n}\TXN@object@numerus
+ \TXN@assign \count@ = {TXN@numerus[#1]previous}%
+ \ifdim \wd\TXN@object@numerus = \z@
+ \advance \count@ by -1000000\relax
+ \else
+ \ifnum \count@ < \z@
+ \@tempcnta = \z@
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \count@ < -1000000\relax
+ \advance \count@ by 1000000\relax
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \@ne
+ \repeat
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta > \z@
+ \TXN@Warning* {The line number has been moved \MessageBreak
+ forward more than once}%
+ \fi
+ \count@ = -\count@
+ \TXN@decr \TXN@numerus@pending
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]previous}{\the\count@}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar@quater #1\relax
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@numerus[#1]frozen} = \z@
+ \TXN@advance@line@counter {#1}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar@quater #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1]\TXN@process@line@numbers@nostar@quater
+ \advance \@tempcnta by -\@tempcntb
+ \edef \TXN@line@displacement {\the\@tempcnta}%
+ \@tempcnta = \TXN@line@displacement \TXN@safe
+ \@tempcntb = \TXN@line@increment \TXN@safe
+ \divide \@tempcnta by \@tempcntb
+ \multiply \@tempcnta by \@tempcntb
+ \@tempcntb = \TXN@line@displacement \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta = \@tempcntb
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]index}{\TXN@progressio@new@index}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]previous}{\the\TXN@counter}%
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@numerus[#1]printing} = \z@
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@numerus[#1]printing} = \tw@
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]printing}{1}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@make@object@numerus {#1}{n}%
+ \TXN@move@to@marginalia {#1}{n}\TXN@object@numerus
+ \ifdim \wd\TXN@object@numerus = \z@
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@numerus[#1]printing} = \@ne
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[#1]previous}{-\the\TXN@counter}%
+ \TXN@incr \TXN@numerus@pending
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@numerus@pending {0}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@num {TXN@numerus[#1]printing} = \tw@
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[#1]printing}{1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@progressio #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1] \TXN@get@progressio
+ \def \TXN@line@increment {}%
+ \TXN@assign \@tempcnta = {TXN@numerus[#1]index}%
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \@ne
+ \@tempcntb = \z@
+ \def\\##1{%
+ \advance \@tempcntb by \@ne
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta = \@tempcntb
+ \ifx <##1\relax
+ \@tempcnta = \@ne
+ \else
+ \ifnum ##1 = \@M
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \m@ne
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ }%
+ \TXN@progressio
+ \@tempcntb = \z@
+ \def\\##1{%
+ \advance \@tempcntb by \@ne
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta = \@tempcntb
+ \edef \TXN@line@increment {##1}%
+ \edef \TXN@progressio@new@index {\the\@tempcnta}%
+ \fi
+ }%
+ \TXN@progressio
+ \def\\{}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Starred form}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@line@numbers@star #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1]\TXN@process@line@numbers@star
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers@check@versus {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@make@object@numerus {#1}{*}%
+ \TXN@move@to@marginalia {#1}{*}\TXN@object@numerus
+ \if \TXN@x {TXN@numerus[#1]progressio}\TXN@zero@progressio
+ \else
+ \TXN@advance@line@counter{#1}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[#1]first@value}{}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@advance@line@counter #1{%
+ \TXN@caput@numerus {#1}%
+ \global \advance \TXN@c@numerus{#1}by \@ne
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Building a \TXN@cmd{numerus} object}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@make@object@numerus #1#2{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1]\TXN@make@object@numerus
+ \def \TXN@entity {numerus}%
+ \TXN@get@object@field@width {#1}%
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\@nameuse{TXN@numerus[#1]flagsModus@\TXN@theFolio}}%
+ \ifx *#2\relax
+ \edef \TXN@parm@i {\csname TXN@numerus[#1]first@value\endcsname}%
+ \edef \TXN@parm@ii {\csname TXN@numerus[#1]tail\endcsname}%
+ \edef \TXN@parm@iii {\csname TXN@numerus[#1]separator\endcsname}%
+ \edef \TXN@parm@iv {\csname TXN@numerus[#1]second@value\endcsname}%
+ \edef \TXN@parm@v {\csname TXN@numerus[#1]head\endcsname}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@parm@i {\the\TXN@counter}%
+ \edef \TXN@parm@ii {}%
+ \edef \TXN@parm@iii {}%
+ \edef \TXN@parm@iv {}%
+ \edef \TXN@parm@v {}%
+ \fi
+ \setbox \TXN@object@numerus = \hbox {%
+ \@nameuse {TXN@numerus[#1]Facies}%
+ \TXN@parm@i
+ \TXN@parm@ii
+ \TXN@parm@iii
+ \TXN@parm@iv
+ \TXN@parm@v
+ }%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Compute the width of the number's `tail' (for alignment).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx *#2\relax
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {%
+ \@nameuse {TXN@numerus[#1]Facies}%
+ {\TXN@parm@i}%
+ \empty
+ {\TXN@parm@iii}%
+ {\TXN@parm@iv}%
+ {\TXN@parm@v}%
+ }%
+ \dimen@ = \wd\TXN@object@numerus
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\z@
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedTail \TXN@flags
+ \dimen@ = \z@
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \z@
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@numerus@tail@width {\the\dimen@}%
+ \TXN@place@object@in@field \TXN@object@numerus
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section {The common code for \TXN@cmd{numerus} and \TXN@cmd{textus} objects}
+% \subsection {Setting the obiect within the field}
+% Set |\TXN@numerus@field@width| or |\TXN@textus@field@width| to
+% the field width or |\empty| if there is no field specification
+% for this entity.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@textus@zero@width
+\def \TXN@get@object@field@width #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@get@object@field@width
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@\TXN@entity[#1]field@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \TXN@def {TXN@\TXN@entity @field@width}{}%
+ \else
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@let \TXN@calc@exp = {TXN@\TXN@entity[#1]field@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \TXN@calc@offset
+ \def \TXN@temp {textus}%
+ \ifx \TXN@entity \TXN@temp
+ \global \TXN@textus@zero@widthfalse
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@FieldAutoWidth \TXN@textus@flags
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \ifdim \dimen@i = \z@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \global \TXN@textus@zero@widthtrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@get@object@field@width@bis {#1}%
+ \global \advance \dimen@i by \dimen@iii
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@\TXN@entity @field@width}{\the\dimen@i}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Returns the length of the longest line in |\dimen@i|
+% We do all processing inside a box to avoid any side effects.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@skip@delimiter} [2] [1] {}
+\newcommand {\TXN@skip@escesc} [1] [] {}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@object@field@width@bis #1{%
+ \setbox \z@ = \vbox {%
+ \let \Delimiter = \TXN@skip@delimiter
+ \let \\= \TXN@skip@escesc
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \global \dimen@iii = -\maxdimen
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter
+ \TXN@get@object@field@width@ter \TXN@textus@text\TXN@nil
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@get@object@field@width@quater \the\toks@\\\TXN@nil\\%
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@object@field@width@ter #1\TXN@nil{%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter{#1}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% In case the first line starts with [
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \toks@ = \expandafter{\expandafter\relax\the\toks@}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@object@field@width@quater #1\\{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \TXN@get@object@field@width@quinquies #1\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@object@field@width@quinquies #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \ifx [#1\relax
+ \toks@ = {}%
+ \else
+ \toks@ = {[]}%
+ \fi
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@get@object@field@width@sexies \the\toks@#1#2\TXN@nil
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Ignore anything between [ and ] (the |\\| optional parameter).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@object@field@width@sexies [#1]#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\@nameuse{TXN@textus[\TXN@c]Facies}{#2}}%
+ \ifdim \wd\z@ > \dimen@iii
+ \global \dimen@iii = \wd\z@
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \TXN@get@object@field@width@quater
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Places the object |#1| (of class |\TXN@entity|) at the appropriate
+% position inside the corresponding field, if any.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@place@object@in@field #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@place@object@in@field
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@\TXN@entity @field@width}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@let \TXN@object = {TXN@object@\TXN@entity}%
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@\TXN@entity @field@width}%
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > \z@
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd#1\relax
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > \z@
+ \dimen@@ = \dimen@
+ \divide \dimen@@ by \tw@
+ \def \TXN@temp {}%
+ \def \TXN@temp@bis {}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedLeft \TXN@flags
+ \def \TXN@temp@bis {\kern \dimen@@}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedRight \TXN@flags
+ \def \TXN@temp {\kern \dimen@@}% LR = centred
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp@bis {\kern \dimen@}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedRight \TXN@flags
+ \def \TXN@temp {\kern \dimen@}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \setbox \TXN@object =
+ \hbox {\TXN@temp\unhbox \TXN@object\TXN@temp@bis}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection {Moving the object to the \TXN@cmd{marginalia} box}
+% |#1|\ the subclass identifier
+% |#2|\ the object type ('t' = textus, 'n' = numerus, '*' = numerus*)
+% |#3|\ the box containing the object
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@move@to@marginalia #1#2#3{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@move@to@marginalia
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the entity name and get the relevant flags
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx t#2\relax
+ \def \TXN@entity {textus}%
+ \TXN@get@textus@flags {#1}%
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\TXN@textus@flags}%
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@entity {numerus}%
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\@nameuse {TXN@numerus[#1]flagsModus@\TXN@theFolio}}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If alignment is unspecified, set the default for the entity.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedRight \TXN@flags
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedLeft \TXN@flags
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedCentre \TXN@flags
+ \else
+ \ifx t#2\relax
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\TXN@o@AlignedLeft\TXN@flags}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\TXN@o@AlignedRight\TXN@flags}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set |\TXN@dim@a| equal to the displacement from the left margin,
+% |\dimen@@| and |\dimen@ii| to the box left and right boundaries.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@get@Locus {\TXN@entity[#1]}{#2}%
+ \TXN@dim@a = \dimen@
+ \dimen@@ = \TXN@dim@a
+ \ifx t#2\relax
+ \else
+ \ifdim \TXN@dim@a > .5\TXN@measure
+ \setbox\z@ = \hbox {\@nameuse{TXN@numerus[#1]SpatiumAnte}}%
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\wd\z@
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \dimen@ii = \TXN@dim@a
+ \advance \dimen@ii by \wd#3\relax
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Align the object
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedCentre \TXN@flags
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by -.5\wd#3\relax
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -.5\wd#3\relax
+ \advance \dimen@ii by -.5\wd#3\relax
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedRight \TXN@flags
+ \dimen@ii = \dimen@@
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\wd#3\relax
+ \ifx t#2\relax
+ \else
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by \TXN@numerus@tail@width
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% For the special case of |\excessus| followed by leaders, we
+% must record the position of the right boundary.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum #1 = \TXN@e \TXN@safe
+ \ifTXN@leaders
+ \gdef \TXN@excessus@leaders {\the\dimen@ii}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check for overlapping text. |\TXN@line@fields|, a \textit{Simple List},
+% holds the left/right boundaries for each field in the line and we
+% just `execute' the list after redefining |\\| appropriately.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \@tempswatrue
+ \ifx t#2\relax
+ \ifnum #1 = \TXN@e \TXN@safe
+ \@tempswafalse % no check for excessus
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \if@tempswa
+ \begingroup
+ \def \\##1{\TXN@temp ##1\TXN@nil}%
+ \def \TXN@temp ##1,##2\TXN@nil{%
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ > ##1\relax
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ < ##2\relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \dimen@ii > ##1\relax
+ \ifdim \dimen@ii < ##2\relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ < ##1\relax
+ \ifdim \dimen@ii > ##1\relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ < ##2\relax
+ \ifdim \dimen@ii > ##2\relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ }%
+ \TXN@line@fields
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% In case of overlapping:\\
+% |\textus| and |\numerus*| are printed, with a warning \\
+% |\numerus| is skipped, but within \textit{Versus} we first check
+% for the special case of a stage direction with the `r' option and
+% if there is enough space between the end of the text proper and
+% the SD we re-assemble the line shifting the SD to the left to
+% make room for the number.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \ifx t#2\relax
+ \else
+ \ifdim \PTR@hfill@right > \z@
+ \setbox\z@ = \hbox {\@nameuse{TXN@numerus[#1]SpatiumAnte}}%
+ \dimen@ = \wd\z@
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@ii
+ \advance \dimen@ by - \dimen@@
+ \ifdim \PTR@hfill@right > \dimen@
+ \TXN@shift@SD
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \@tempswatrue
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \ifx empty \PTR@auto@mode
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \@ne
+ \@tempswafalse
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifx t#2\relax
+ \if@tempswa
+ \TXN@get@subclass@name \textus {#1}%
+ \TXN@Warning* {An object of subclass \@backslashchar\TXN@gtemp\space
+ overlaps some text}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifx n#2\relax
+ \ifdim \TXN@dim@a < .5\TXN@measure
+ \if@tempswa
+ \TXN@get@subclass@name \numerus {#1}%
+ \TXN@Warning* {An object of subclass \@backslashchar\TXN@gtemp\space
+ overlaps some text}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \wd#3 = \z@
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \if@tempswa
+ \TXN@get@subclass@name \numerus {#1}%
+ \TXN@Warning* {An object of subclass \@backslashchar\TXN@gtemp*
+ overlaps some text}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\dimen@@,\the\dimen@ii}%
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@line@fields \TXN@temp
+ \ifnum #1 = \TXN@e \TXN@safe
+ \global \TXN@leading@space = \dimen@@ \TXN@safe
+ \xdef \TXN@line@length {\the\dimen@ii}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Put the object into the \textit{marginalia} box
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \wd#3 = \z@
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@AlignedRight \TXN@flags
+ \setbox \TXN@marginalia = \hbox to \z@ {\unhbox \TXN@marginalia
+ \hbox to \z@ {\hss \copy#3\kern -\TXN@dim@a}%
+ }%
+ \else
+ \setbox \TXN@marginalia = \hbox to \z@ {\unhbox \TXN@marginalia
+ \hbox to \z@ {\kern \TXN@dim@a \copy#3\hss}%
+ }%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% This is the special case of a line ending with a |\[r]| stage direction.
+% We unbox and re-assemble the line, shifting the SD to the left.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@shift@SD {%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \begingroup
+ \leavevmode \kern \maxdimen % `sentinel' to stop the backward search
+ \unhcopy \PTR@box@full@line
+ \setbox \z@ = \null
+ \TXN@counter@a = 10 % to prevent looping
+ \TXN@shift@SD@bis
+ \global \setbox \@ne = \box \z@
+ \endgroup
+ \setbox \PTR@box@full@line = \box \@ne
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@shift@SD@bis {%
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {This can't happen (2)}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+ \else
+ \advance \TXN@counter@a by \m@ne
+ \fi
+ \let \next = \TXN@shift@SD@bis
+ \setbox \tw@ = \lastbox
+ \ifhbox \tw@
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\box \tw@ \unhbox \z@}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@skip@a = \the\lastskip \TXN@safe
+ \unskip
+ \ifdim \TXN@skip@a > \z@skip
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\hskip \the\lastskip \unhbox \z@}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = \the\lastpenalty \TXN@safe
+ \unpenalty
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter < \z@
+ \TXN@counter = -\TXN@counter
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \z@
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\penalty \the\lastpenalty \unhbox \z@}%
+ \else
+ \dimen@@ = \the\lastkern \TXN@safe
+ \unkern
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ = \maxdimen % the `sentinel'
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \else
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ < \z@
+ \dimen@@ = -\dimen@@
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ > \z@
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ = \PTR@hfill@right \TXN@safe
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\dimen@
+ \gdef \PTR@hfill@right {\z@}%
+ \fi
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\kern \dimen@@ \unhbox \z@}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \section{The \TXN@cmd{titulus} class}
+% \subsection{Processing the \TXN@cmd{titulus} command}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\titulus} {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \expandafter \TXN@titulus
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {titulus}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {x}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {TXN}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set
+ \fi
+}
+\let \titulum = \titulus
+\let \tituli = \titulus
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@esc@esc@break}[1][\relax]{%
+ \par
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifx \relax #1\relax
+ \ifx \@undefined \TXN@SpatiumInfraEscEsc
+ \else
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@SpatiumInfraEscEsc}%
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \toks@ = {#1}%
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \expandafter \spatium \expandafter {\the\toks@}%
+ \fi
+}
+\newcommand{\TXN@esc@esc@break@noop}[1][]{\hbadness \@M\penalty -\@M}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@titulus@starred
+\newif \ifTXN@was@withinVersus
+\newif \ifTXN@was@lineating
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@titulus {%
+ \@ifstar {\TXN@titulus@starredtrue\TXN@titulus@bis}
+ {\TXN@titulus@starredfalse\TXN@titulus@bis}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand{\TXN@titulus@bis}[1][0]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@titulus@bis
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \edef \TXN@titulus@flags {\@nameuse{TXN@titulus[#1]flags}%
+ \@nameuse{TXN@titulus[#1]flagsModus}}%
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]Facies}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@titulus@sexies
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@titulus@ter
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@titulus@ter {%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If the object occurs within \textit{Versus}, we close the domain; then,
+% id numbering is active for this class is active, we switch to \textit{Prosa}.
+% If the object occurs within \textit{Prosa}, we remain within the domain.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+% \ifTXN@withinFaciesStrophae
+% \else
+ \TXN@was@withinVersusfalse
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@was@withinVersustrue
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \ifTXNl@lineating
+ \ifhmode
+ \par % for lineate
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \endgraf
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \endgraf
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \fi
+% \ifTXN@withinFaciesStrophae
+% \else
+ \ifTXN@was@withinVersus
+ \if \TXN@option T\TXN@numbered@classes
+ \prosa
+ \else
+ \toks@ = \everypar
+ \edef \TXN@titulus@everypar {\the\toks@}%
+ \everypar = {}%
+ \TXN@normalCR
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \fi
+ \TXN@was@lineatingfalse
+ \ifTXNl@lineating
+ \TXN@was@lineatingtrue
+ \TXNl@lineate \relax
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoArgument \TXN@titulus@flags
+ \expandafter \TXN@titulus@quinquies
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@titulus@quater
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@titulus@quinquies {\TXN@titulus@quater \relax}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The special case of an empty Facies
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\long\def \TXN@titulus@sexies #1{%
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]SpatiumSupra}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \csname TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]SpatiumSupra\endcsname
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]Caput}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@caput@titulus {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]SpatiumInfra}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \csname TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]SpatiumInfra\endcsname
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\long\def \TXN@titulus@quater #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@titulus@ter
+ \def \TXN@entity {titulus}%
+ \def \TXN@line@class {T}%
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \csname TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]SpatiumSupra\endcsname
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]Caput}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@caput@cleanup
+ \fi
+ \begingroup
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]Forma}%
+ \TXN@style@centered
+ \else
+ \TXN@style@setfalse
+ \@nameuse {TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]Forma}%
+ \ifTXN@style@set
+ \else
+ \TXN@style@centered
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@centrefinal
+ \global \setbox \TXN@vbox = \vbox \bgroup
+ \fi
+ \parindent = \z@
+ \parskip = \z@
+ \everypar = {}%
+ \ifTXN@centrefinal
+ \let \\= \TXN@esc@esc@break@noop
+ \else
+ \let \\= \TXN@esc@esc@break
+ \fi
+ \hsize = \linewidth
+ \ifTXN@titulus@starred
+ \hsize = \textwidth
+ \else
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@dim@a =
+ {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]offset@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \advance \leftskip by \TXN@dim@a
+ \fi
+ \TXN@withinSDtrue
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@Unhyphenated \TXN@titulus@flags
+ \pretolerance \@M
+ \else
+ \pretolerance 100 %
+ \fi
+ \leavevmode
+ \def \TXN@titulus@parm {#1}%
+ \@nameuse {TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]Facies}\TXN@titulus@parm
+ \global \TXN@baselineskip = \baselineskip \strut
+ \par
+ \ifTXN@centrefinal
+ \egroup
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+ \xdef \TXN@prevgraf {\the\prevgraf}%
+ \ifTXN@centrefinal
+ \global \TXN@centrefinalfalse
+ \leavevmode
+ \TXN@dim@a = \wd\TXN@vbox
+ \loop
+ \ifvbox \TXN@vbox
+ \setbox\tw@ = \vbox{%
+ \vbadness = \@M
+ \splittopskip = \z@
+ \global \setbox \@ne = \vsplit \TXN@vbox to \TXN@baselineskip
+ \global \setbox \TXN@vbox = \box \TXN@vbox
+ \unvbox \@ne \global \setbox \@ne = \lastbox
+ }%
+ \setbox \TXN@hbox = \box \@ne
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifvbox \TXN@vbox
+ \ifnum \TXN@prevgraf = \tw@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\unhbox \TXN@hbox \unskip \unskip \unpenalty}%
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@dim@a
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\leftskip
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\rightskip
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\z@
+ \divide \dimen@ by \tw@
+ \dimen@@ = \dimen@
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\leftskip
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\rightskip
+ \setbox \TXN@hbox = \hbox {\kern \dimen@@ \box \z@ \kern \dimen@}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]offset@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \moveright \dimen@ \box \TXN@hbox \par
+ \ifvbox \TXN@vbox \leavevmode \fi
+ \repeat
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@was@lineating
+ \TXNl@lineate \TXN@process@line
+ \fi
+ \def \TXN@line@class {}%
+ \TXN@withinSDfalse
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]Caput}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@caput@titulus {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \csname TXN@titulus[\TXN@c]SpatiumInfra\endcsname
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@bad@titulus
+ \TXN@counter = \TXN@warnings@level \TXN@safe
+ \def \TXN@warnings@level {\@ne}%
+ \TXN@Warning {The \protect\titulus\space object cannot be positioned
+ properly}%
+ \def \TXN@warnings@level {\the\TXN@counter}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We restore the initial state
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@was@withinVersus
+ \PTR@par@startedfalse
+ \if \TXN@option T\TXN@numbered@classes
+ \endprosa
+ \else
+ \everypar = \expandafter {\TXN@titulus@everypar}%
+ \TXN@activeCR
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \ignorespaces
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \section{The \TXN@cmd{spatium} class}
+% \subsection{Processing the \TXN@cmd{spatium} command}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \spatium {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \spatium
+ \@ifstar {\xdef \TXN@spatium@flag{\TXN@o@SpatiumStar}\TXN@spatium@def}
+ {\gdef \TXN@spatium@flag{}\TXN@spatium@def}%
+}
+\let \spatii = \spatium
+\def \TXN@spatium@def {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \expandafter \TXN@spatium
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {spatium}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {x}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {TXN}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set
+ \fi
+}
+\newcommand \TXN@spatium [1][0]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@spatium
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\@nameuse {TXN@spatium[#1]flags}}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoFacies \TXN@flags
+ \expandafter \TXN@spatium@nofacies
+ \else
+ \endgraf
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoArgument \TXN@flags
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\@nameuse {TXN@spatium[#1]Facies}}%
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical {\TXN@temp}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@spatium@bis
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@spatium@nofacies #1{}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@spatium@bis #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parm@i {#1}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\@nameuse {TXN@spatium[\TXN@c]Facies}\TXN@parm@i}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@build@spatium@list \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical {\TXN@L@spatium}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection {Processing the argument of a spacing attribute}
+% The argument is converted to the \textit{NameList} expected by
+% |\TXN@do@spatium|.
+%
+% The list prototype
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\TXN@NameList \TXN@NameList@spatium
+ {\TXN@s@flags \TXN@s@glue \TXN@s@penalty \TXN@s@exclude}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% and the actual list to hold the result of the conversion
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\edef \TXN@L@spatium {\TXN@NameList@spatium}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@list #1{%
+ \TXN@build@spatium@check #1\TXN@nil
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check if the argument is a subclass name
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@check #1#2\TXN@nil {%
+ \@ifmtarg {#2}
+ {\TXN@build@spatium@check@subclass {#1}}
+ {\TXN@build@spatium@list@normal {#1#2}}%
+}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@check@subclass #1{%
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \spatium #1\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta = \m@ne
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list@normal {#1}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\@nameuse{TXN@spatium[\the\@tempcnta]flags}}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoArgument \TXN@flags
+ \edef \TXN@L@spatium {%
+ \csname TXN@spatium[\the\@tempcnta]Facies\endcsname}%
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The \protect\spatium\space subclass \protect#1
+ cannot be used\MessageBreak
+ as the argument for an attribute}
+ {The \protect\Facies\space attribute for the \protect#1 subclass
+ \MessageBreak contains a reference to a parameter}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Normal argument
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@list@normal #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@build@spatium@list@normal
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\TXN@spatium@flag}%
+ \def \TXN@glue {\relax}%
+ \def \TXN@penalty {\relax}%
+ \def \TXN@exclude {\relax}%
+ \TXN@trim {#1}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@build@spatium@list@bis \the\TXN@trimmed\TXN@nil
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@set \TXN@L@spatium.\TXN@s@flags \TXN@flags
+ \TXN@set \TXN@L@spatium.\TXN@s@glue \TXN@glue
+ \TXN@set \TXN@L@spatium.\TXN@s@penalty \TXN@penalty
+ \TXN@set \TXN@L@spatium.\TXN@s@exclude \TXN@exclude
+ \else
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {Invalid \protect\spatium argument}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@list@bis #1\TXN@nil{%
+ \global\toks@i = {}%
+ \begingroup
+ \def \penalty ##1\TXN@nil{0pt\global\toks@i={##1}}%
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\hskip #1\TXN@nil}%
+ \def \penalty ##1\TXN@nil{}%
+ \xdef \TXN@gtemp {#1\TXN@nil}%
+ \endgroup
+ \edef \TXN@glue {\TXN@gtemp}%
+ \def \TXN@temp { }%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@glue
+ \def \TXN@glue {\relax}%
+ \else
+ \ifx \TXN@glue \TXN@temp
+ \def \TXN@glue {\relax}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\toks@i}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@build@spatium@list@penalty \the\toks@i \TXN@nil
+ \fi
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \ifx \TXN@glue \TXN@penalty
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@SpatiumExclude \TXN@flags
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifx \TXN@glue \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@check@if@glue \TXN@glue\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@list@penalty #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \ifx (#1\relax
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list@penalty@par #2\relax
+ \else
+ \ifx [#1\relax
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list@penalty@bracket #2\relax
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@penalty {#1#2}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@list@penalty@par #1){%
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\TXN@flags(x}%
+ \toks@ = {#1}%
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list@penalty@exclude
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@list@penalty@bracket #1]{%
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\TXN@flags \TXN@o@SpatiumExclude
+ \TXN@o@SpatiumExcludeEject}%
+ \toks@ = {#1}%
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list@penalty@exclude
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@build@spatium@list@penalty@exclude {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@check@if@glue \the\toks@ \TXN@nil
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\TXN@o@SpatiumExcludeDim\TXN@flags}%
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@exclude {\the\toks@}%
+ \def \TXN@penalty {\relax}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Instancing the \TXN@cmd{spatium} object}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@spatium@vertical #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@spatium@vertical
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@spatium {#1}%
+ \def \TXN@glue {\z@}%
+ \ifx \empty #1\relax
+ \else
+ \ifx \relax#1\relax
+ \else
+ \ifhmode
+ \def \TXN@temp {#1}%
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {This can't happen (1).}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \global \TXN@after@Spatiumtrue
+ \fi
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical@bis #1\relax
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@spatium@vertical@bis #1{%
+ \TXN@get #1.\TXN@s@flags \TXN@flags
+ \TXN@get #1.\TXN@s@glue \TXN@glue
+ \TXN@get #1.\TXN@s@penalty \TXN@penalty
+ \TXN@get #1.\TXN@s@exclude \TXN@exclude
+ \ifnum \TXN@active@areas > \z@
+ \ifx \TXN@glue \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \skip@ = \TXN@glue \TXN@safe
+ \dimen@ = \skip@
+ \edef \TXN@glue {\the\dimen@}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@SpatiumExclude \TXN@flags
+% \end{macrocode}
+% To force the recent contributions onto the main page
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \begingroup
+ \parskip = \z@
+ \endgraf
+ \endgroup
+ \ifdim \pagetotal > \pagegoal
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@SpatiumExcludeDim \TXN@flags
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@exclude
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@exclude \pagegoal
+ \fi
+ \advance \dimen@ by \pagetotal
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\pageshrink
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > \pagegoal
+ \dimen@@ = \pagefilstretch
+ \advance \dimen@@ by \pagefillstretch
+ \advance \dimen@@ by \pagefilllstretch
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ = \z@
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@SpatiumExcludeEject \TXN@flags
+ \newpage
+ \global \NewPagetrue
+ \def \TXN@glue {\relax}%
+ \else
+ \dimen@@ = \pagegoal
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\pagestretch
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\pagetotal
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ > \z@
+ \vskip \dimen@@
+ \fi
+ \penalty -\@M
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \TXN@glue \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@SpatiumStar \TXN@flags
+ \vspace* {\TXN@glue}%
+ \else
+ \addvspace {\TXN@glue}%
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@active@areas > \z@
+ \TXN@process@area@spatium {\TXN@glue}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifx \TXN@penalty \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@penalty = -\@M\relax
+ \vfill
+ \fi
+ \penalty \TXN@penalty
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Domain switching}
+%
+% All switching is funnelled through these two macros (the
+% parameter is 1 for \textit{versus}, 2 for \textit{prosa}).
+% This allows easy nesting of domains and avoids the overhead
+% of unnecessary switching in sequences like\\
+% |\versus \begin{versus} \end{versus} \endversus|\\
+% At the end of the document, we check that domains are properly
+% nested.
+%
+% To keep track of domains, we use a simple stack with the usual
+% functions for pushing/popping an entry and inspecting the
+% top entry.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@domain@stack {[0,0]}
+\def \TXN@empty@domain@stack {[0,0]}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@domain@push #1{%
+ \edef \TXN@domain@stack {[#1,\the\inputlineno]\TXN@domain@stack}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@domain@pop {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@domain@pop@bis \TXN@domain@stack\TXN@nil}
+\def \TXN@domain@pop@bis [#1]#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \edef \TXN@domain@stack {#2}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@domain@top {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@domain@top@bis \TXN@domain@stack \TXN@nil}
+\def \TXN@domain@top@bis [#1]#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \TXN@domain@top@ter #1\TXN@nil}
+\def \TXN@domain@top@ter #1,#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \edef \TXN@domain@stack@top {#1}%
+ \edef \TXN@domain@stack@top@line {#2}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@domain@error #1{%
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {#1}
+ {Run LaTeX to completion and look at the final\MessageBreak
+ error message about bad domain nesting: it may\MessageBreak
+ give you a clue about the source of the trouble.}
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@domain@stack {%
+ \toks@ = {}%
+ \loop
+ \TXN@domain@top
+ \ifnum \TXN@domain@stack@top > \z@
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\ifnum \TXN@domain@stack@top = \@ne
+ \string\Versus%
+ \else
+ \string\Prosa%
+ \fi
+ -\TXN@domain@stack@top@line\space
+ \the\toks@}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \TXN@domain@pop
+ \repeat
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Entering a domain }
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@domain@enter #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@domain {0}{#1}%
+ \TXN@domain@top
+ \ifcase #1\relax
+ \relax
+ \or % Versus
+ \ifcase \TXN@domain@stack@top \TXN@safe
+ \expandafter \PTR@versus
+ \or
+ \TXN@withinVersustrue
+ \or
+ \TXN@endprosa
+ \expandafter \PTR@versus
+ \fi
+ \TXN@domain@push {1}%
+ \or % Prosa
+ \ifcase \TXN@domain@stack@top \TXN@safe
+ \expandafter \TXN@prosa
+ \or
+ \PTR@endversus
+ \TXN@prosa
+ \or
+ \par
+ \fi
+ \TXN@domain@push {2}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Leaving a domain }
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@env@document {document}
+\def \TXN@env@prosa {prosa}
+\def \TXN@env@Prosa {Prosa}
+\def \TXN@document {document}
+\def \TXN@domain@leave #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@domain {1}{#1}%
+ \TXN@domain@top
+ \ifnum #1 = \@ne
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Versus
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \TXN@domain@stack@top = \z@
+ \TXN@domain@error
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@domain@stack@top = \@ne
+ \PTR@endversus
+ \TXN@domain@pop
+ \TXN@domain@top
+ \ifnum \TXN@domain@stack@top = \tw@
+ \ifx \@currenvir \TXN@env@document
+ \TXN@prosa
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@domain@error
+ {\protect\endVersus\space after \protect\Prosa}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Prosa
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \TXN@domain@stack@top = \@ne
+ \TXN@domain@error
+ {\protect\endProsa\space after \protect\Versus}%
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@domain@stack@top = \z@
+ \TXN@domain@error
+ {\protect\endProsa\space not preceded by \protect\Prosa}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@endprosa
+ \TXN@domain@pop
+ \TXN@domain@top
+ \ifnum \TXN@domain@stack@top = \@ne
+% \ifx \@currenvir \TXN@env@document
+ \PTR@versus
+% \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifx \TXN@empty@domain@stack \TXN@domain@stack
+% \TXN@stop@lineno
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{The \TXN@cmd{prosa} domain}
+%
+% \subsection{Entering the domain.}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \prosa {\TXN@domain@enter 2}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@prosa {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@prosa
+ \TXN@withinProsatrue
+ \ifTXN@folio@set
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@theFolio {\ifodd \c@page recto\else verso\fi}%
+ \gdef \TXN@previous@page {}%
+ \global \TXN@folio@settrue
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@endarea@list {}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXNl@lineate \TXN@process@line
+ \global \TXN@lineatingtrue
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the text margins.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \edef \TXN@save@leftskip {\the\leftskip}%
+ \edef \TXN@save@rightskip {\the\rightskip}%
+ \edef \TXN@save@parindent {\the\parindent}%
+ \edef \TXN@save@parskip {\the\parskip}%
+ \ifTXN@withinDrama
+ \parindent = \z@
+ \fi
+ \let \TXN@@line = \@@line
+ \def \@@line {\leavevmode\TXN@@line}%
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@measure = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]measure}%
+ \hsize \TXN@measure
+ \@nameuse{TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies}\relax
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@milestones
+ \TXN@initialize@milestones
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Leaving the domain.}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \endprosa {\TXN@domain@leave 2}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@endprosa {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@end@prosa
+ \par
+ \TXN@withinProsafalse
+ \TXNl@lineate \relax
+ \leftskip = \TXN@save@leftskip \TXN@safe
+ \rightskip = \TXN@save@rightskip \TXN@safe
+ \parindent = \TXN@save@parindent \TXN@safe
+ \parskip = \TXN@save@parskip \TXN@safe
+ \let \@@line = \TXN@@line
+}
+\let \Prosa = \prosa
+\let \endProsa = \endprosa
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing a line.}
+%
+% Two logical variable that may be tested with |\boolean| in
+% an |\ifthenelse| test.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifParagraphFirstLine
+\newif \ifParagraphLastLine
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Within the domain, the `hook' into the |\output| routine via the
+% \textbf{lineate} package is active and this macro gets control
+% for each line in the domain. The processing is much the same as
+% within \textbf{versus}.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@normal@line
+\newif \ifTXN@bad@titulus
+\def \TXN@process@line@prosa #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@process@line@prosa
+ \TXN@normal@linetrue
+ \global \TXN@bad@titulusfalse
+ \setbox \tw@ = \copy \z@
+ \setbox \tw@ = \vbox {%
+ \unvbox \tw@
+ \global \setbox \@ne = \lastbox
+ }%
+ \ifvoid \@ne
+ \TXN@normal@linefalse
+ \setbox \TXN@hbox = \box\z@
+ \else
+ \unvbox \z@
+ \setbox \TXN@hbox = \lastbox
+ \fi
+ \dp\TXN@hbox = \TXN@skip@depth@cclv \TXN@safe
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the variables recording information about the line
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ParagraphFirstLinefalse
+ \ParagraphLastLinefalse
+ \edef \ParagraphLine {#1}%
+ \ifnum #1 < \z@
+ \ParagraphLastLinetrue
+ \edef \ParagraphLine {-#1}%
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \ParagraphLine = \@ne
+ \ParagraphFirstLinetrue
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@line@length {\the\wd\TXN@hbox}%
+ \global \TXN@leading@space = \z@
+ \ifTXN@normal@line
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@measure
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\TXN@hbox
+ \global \TXN@leading@space = \dimen@ \TXN@safe
+ \ifParagraphFirstLine
+ \dimen@@ = \dimen@
+ \advance \dimen@@ by \parindent
+ \global \TXN@leading@space = \dimen@@ \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \edef \ParagraphLineFill {\z@}%
+ \setbox \tw@ = \copy \TXN@hbox
+ \setbox \tw@ = \hbox {%
+ \unhbox \tw@
+ \global \skip@i = \the\lastskip
+ \unskip
+ }%
+ \TXN@check@if@normal@glue \skip@i
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \dimen@@ = \wd\TXN@hbox
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\skip@i
+ \else
+ \dimen@@ = \wd\tw@
+ \advance \dimen@@ by \dimen@
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@line@length {\the\dimen@@}%
+ \ifParagraphLastLine
+ \xdef \TXN@line@length {\the\wd\tw@}%
+ \dimen@@ = \wd\tw@
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\TXN@measure
+ \edef \ParagraphLastLineFill {-\the\dimen@@}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We restore the initial indentation from |\hangindent| as the box
+% shift is lost on unboxing (see the EDMAC manual, 7.2).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > \z@
+ \setbox \TXN@hbox = \hbox {\kern \dimen@ \box \TXN@hbox}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Prepare for attaching |\textus| and |\numerus| objects
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifNewPage
+ \TXN@reset@pagewise@numbers
+ \fi
+ \TXN@clear@numbers
+ \setbox \TXN@marginalia = \copy\voidb@x
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Replay any commands for this line
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@milestones
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \global\TXN@replaytrue
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \TXNl@linenumber > \TXN@auy@lineno \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@read@auy
+ \repeat
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \TXNl@linenumber = \TXN@auy@lineno \TXN@safe
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@replay
+ \TXN@auy@command
+ \TXN@read@auy
+ \repeat
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Attach |\textus| and |\numerus| objects
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \setbox \TXN@marginalia = \copy\voidb@x
+ \TXN@SimpleList \TXN@line@fields \z@
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ =
+ {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]offset@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by \TXN@leading@space \TXN@safe
+ \dimen@@ = \TXN@measure
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\rightskip
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\dimen@,\the\dimen@@}%
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@line@fields \TXN@temp
+ \TXN@attach@textus {\z@}%
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers
+ \ht \TXN@marginalia = \z@
+ \if y\TXN@showlineno
+ \TXN@show@lineno@info {#1}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \TXN@measure = \linewidth
+ \dimen@ = \z@
+ \else
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]offset@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@normal@line
+ \setbox \TXN@hbox = \hbox {\kern \dimen@ \box\TXN@hbox}%
+ \dp\TXN@hbox = \TXN@skip@depth@cclv \TXN@safe
+ \box \TXN@hbox
+ \else
+ \unvbox\TXN@hbox
+ \fi
+ \ifvoid \TXN@marginalia
+ \else
+ \nointerlineskip
+ \kern -\TXN@skip@depth@cclv \TXN@safe
+ \dp \TXN@marginalia = \TXN@skip@depth@cclv \TXN@safe
+ \box \TXN@marginalia
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@active@areas > \z@
+ \TXN@process@area@line@Prosa \TXN@hbox
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@endarea@list
+ \else
+ \TXN@endarea@Prosa
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@milestones
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \global\TXN@replayfalse
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \edef \ParagraphLine {\z@}%
+ \ParagraphFirstLinefalse
+ \ParagraphLastLinefalse
+ \ifnum #1 < \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@float@counter {0}%
+ \gdef \TXN@margin@counter {0}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Reset the value of all attached numbers.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@clear@numbers {%
+ \count@ = \TXN@numerus@max
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \count@ > \m@ne
+ \TXN@let \TXN@test = {TXN@numerus[\the\count@]side@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@test
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@test < \z@
+ \else
+ \TXN@gdef {TXN@numerus[\the\count@]first@value}{}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \advance \count@ by \m@ne
+ \repeat
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Reset the counters of all \textit{pagewise} numbers.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@reset@pagewise@numbers {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@reset@pagewise@numbers
+ \count@ = \TXN@numerus@max \TXN@safe
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \count@ > \m@ne
+ \edef \TXN@flags {%
+ \@nameuse {TXN@numerus[\the\count@]flagsModus@\TXN@theFolio}}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@Pagewise \TXN@flags
+ \@tempcnta = \TXN@c@numerus{\the\count@}%
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta > \tw@
+ \global \TXN@c@numerus{\the\count@}= \@ne
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@numerus[\the\count@]previous}{}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \advance \count@ by \m@ne
+ \repeat
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{The interface with \texttt{txnline}}
+% \subsection{Processing a line}
+% The \textbf{txnline} package transfers controls here for each line.
+% The line (originally in |\box254|, now empty) is in |box0|.\\
+% |#1|\ is the line number within the paragraph \\
+% (negative for the the last line of the paragraph)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@line #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@process@line
+ \TXN@skip@depth@cclv = \dimen@ \TXN@safe
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \TXN@process@line@prosa {#1}%
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \unvbox \z@
+ \if y\TXN@showlineno
+ \TXN@show@lineno@info {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {Something horrible has happened}
+ {Input line: \number\inputlineno}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@lineating
+ \TXN@process@line@page
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Display some useful information for debugging.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@show@lineno@info #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@show@lineno@info
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\TXN@line@class}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \edef \TXN@temp {t}%
+ \fi
+ \if@firstcolumn
+ \setbox \@tempboxa = \llap {\TXNcmr
+ \footnotesize
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa [#1]\fi
+ \number\TXNl@linenumber
+ \rlap{\ifNewPage\uppercase\fi
+ \ifx \TXN@theFolio \TXN@recto{r}\else{v}\fi
+ \TXN@temp}%
+ \kern 1,5cm %
+ }%
+ \else
+ \dimen@@ = \columnwidth
+ \advance \dimen@@ by 1,5cm\relax
+ \setbox \@tempboxa = \rlap {\TXNcmr
+ \footnotesize
+ \kern \dimen@@
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa [#1]\fi
+ \number\TXNl@linenumber
+ \rlap{\ifNewPage\uppercase\fi
+ \ifx \TXN@theFolio \TXN@recto {r}\else {v}\fi
+ \TXN@temp}%
+ }%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \dp \@tempboxa = \z@
+ \ht \@tempboxa= \z@
+ \setbox \TXN@marginalia = \hbox {%
+ \llap{\box\@tempboxa}\box\TXN@marginalia}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \dp\@tempboxa = \TXN@skip@depth@cclv \TXN@safe
+ \ht\@tempboxa = \z@
+ \nointerlineskip \kern -\TXN@skip@depth@cclv \TXN@safe
+ \box \@tempboxa
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing the \texttt{aux} file}
+% \textit{recto}/\textit{verso} processing requires two passes. In the
+% first pass, for each line processed in a domain, one line is written
+% to the \textbf{aux} with the following data:\par
+% |\TXN@lineate|{\textless line\textgreater}{\textless page\textgreater}{\textless column\textgreater}\par
+% At the start of the second pass, as the \textbf{aux} file is read in,
+% the macroa are executed and generate a set of |\cs| of the form
+% |\TXN@line@page@column@|\textit{n}, each holding the initial line
+% number for a page.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@lineate@line {0}
+\def \TXN@lineate@page {0}
+\def \TXN@lineate@column {0}
+\gdef \TXN@lineate@count {0}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\AtBeginDocument {%
+ \gdef \TXN@lineate@count {0}
+ \gdef \TXN@line@number {-1000000}
+ \gdef \TXN@page@number {-1000000}
+ \gdef \TXN@column@number {-1000000}
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@lineate #1#2#3{%
+ \ifnum #1 = \@ne
+ \xdef \TXN@previous@page {#2}%
+ \ifodd #2\relax
+ \gdef \TXN@theFolio {recto}%
+ \else
+ \gdef \TXN@theFolio {verso}%
+ \fi
+ \global \NewPagetrue
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@lineate@column = \z@
+ \def \TXN@lineate@line {#1}%
+ \def \TXN@lineate@page {#2}%
+ \def \TXN@lineate@column {#3}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@swfalse
+ \ifnum \TXN@lineate@column = #3\relax
+ \ifnum \TXN@lineate@page = #2\relax
+ \else
+ \TXN@swtrue
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@swtrue
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@gincr \TXN@lineate@count
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@line@page@column@\TXN@lineate@count}%
+ {{\TXN@lineate@line}{\TXN@lineate@page}%
+ {\TXN@lineate@column}}%
+ \def \TXN@lineate@line {#1}%
+ \def \TXN@lineate@line {#1}
+ \def \TXN@lineate@page {#2}
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@lineate@line {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@page@column #1{%
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \TXN@line@number \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@gincr \TXN@lineate@count
+ \if \TXN@relax {TXN@line@page@column@\TXN@lineate@count}%
+ \TXN@counter = \TXN@line@number \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {%
+ \csname TXN@line@page@column@\TXN@lineate@count\endcsname}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@get@page@column@bis \TXN@temp
+ \fi
+ \repeat
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@page@column@bis #1#2#3{%
+ \gdef \TXN@line@number {#1}%
+ \gdef \TXN@page@number {#2}%
+ \gdef \TXN@column@number {#3}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing page information}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@process@line@page {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@process@line@page
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \TXN@counter = \TXNl@linenumber
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \@ne
+ \TXN@get@page@column {\TXN@counter}%
+ \if@twoside
+ \gdef \TXN@theFolio {recto}%
+ \ifodd \TXN@page@number \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \gdef \TXN@theFolio {verso}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \gdef \TXN@theFolio {recto}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \protected@write \@auxout {} {%
+ \string\TXN@lineate{\the\TXNl@linenumber}%
+ {\noexpand\the\c@page}%
+ {\if@twocolumn \if@firstcolumn 1\else 2\fi \else 1\fi}%
+ }%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \global \NewPagefalse
+ \ifx \TXN@page@number \TXN@previous@page
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@previous@page
+ \else
+ \global \NewPagetrue
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@previous@page {\TXN@page@number}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Supporting \textit{milestones}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \TXN@previous@page {-1000000000}%
+\newif \ifTXN@milestones@init
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Initializing \textit{milestones}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@initialize@milestones {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@initialize@milestones
+ \ifTXN@milestones@init
+ \else
+ \TXN@milestones@inittrue
+ \count@ = \count15\relax
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \xdef \TXN@insert@toks@first {\the\count@}%
+ \advance \count@ by \TXN@max@floats
+ \ifnum \count@ > 253\relax
+ \count@ = 253\relax
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@insert@toks@last {\the\count@}%
+ \gdef \TXN@float@counter {0}%
+ \gdef \TXN@margin@counter {0}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \newread \TXN@auy
+ \openin \TXN@auy = \jobname.auy\relax
+ \TXN@read@auy
+ \else
+ \newwrite \TXN@auy
+ \immediate \openout \TXN@auy = \jobname.auy\relax
+ \fi
+ \gdef \TXN@save@command@count {0}%
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@commissurae {-1}%
+ \gdef \TXN@commissura@index {-1}%
+ \TXN@get@next@commissura
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing \textit{milestones}}
+% \subsubsection {Logging commands to \textbf{auy}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@save@command {%
+ \ifTXN@replay
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@save@command@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@save@command@bis {%
+ \count@ = \TXN@save@command@count \TXN@safe
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \xdef \TXN@save@command@count {\the\count@}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \ifnum \TXN@next@commissura = \count@
+ \TXN@get@next@commissura
+ \TXN@commissura
+ \fi
+ \ifvmode
+ \ifinner \else
+ \leavevmode \@bsphack \@savsk\p@
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \@bsphack
+ \fi
+ \@ignorefalse \@esphack
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@do@save@command
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@do@save@command {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@save@command
+ \ifnum \TXN@float@counter > \TXN@insert@toks@last \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@commissura \the\toks@
+ \protected@write\@auxout{}{%
+ \string\TXN@@commissura{\TXN@save@command@count}}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@reason \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@milestones
+ \ifvmode
+ \ifinner \else
+ \leavevmode \@bsphack \@savsk\p@
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \@bsphack
+ \fi
+ \@bsphack
+ \ifhmode
+ \ifinner
+ \TXN@float@error1
+ \else
+ \@floatpenalty -\@Mii
+ \global \count\TXN@insert = -15011943 %
+ \count@ = \TXN@float@counter \TXN@safe
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \xdef \TXN@float@counter {\the\count@}%
+ \advance \count@ by \TXN@insert@toks@first \TXN@safe
+ \toks \the\count@ = \toks@
+ \begingroup
+ \setbox \TXN@insert \color@vbox \vbox \bgroup \@endfloatbox
+ \@cons\@currlist\TXN@insert
+ \vadjust {\penalty -\@Miv
+ \vbox{}\penalty\@floatpenalty}\@Esphack
+ \nobreak\hskip \z@
+ \endgroup
+ \@ignorefalse \@esphack
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@float@error2
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Should never happen
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@float@error#1{%
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {FLOAT ERROR #1}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\let \TXN@addmarginpar \@addmarginpar
+\def \@addmarginpar {%
+ \ifnum\count\@currbox = -15011943\relax
+ \ifnum \@currbox = \TXN@insert \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \else
+ \count@ = \TXN@margin@counter \TXN@safe
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \xdef \TXN@margin@counter {\the\count@}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@insert@toks@first
+ \fi
+ \advance \count@ by \TXN@insert@toks@first \TXN@safe
+ \toks@ = \toks \the\count@
+ \begingroup
+% \newlinechar='40\relax
+ \immediate \write \TXN@auy
+ {{{\the\TXNl@linenumber}{\the\toks@}}}%
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@addmarginpar
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@read@auy {%
+ \global \read \TXN@auy to \TXN@auy@line
+ \def \TXN@temp {\par}%
+ \ifx \TXN@temp \TXN@auy@line
+ \gdef \TXN@auy@lineno {1000000}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@split@auy@line
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@split@auy@line {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@split@auy@line@bis \TXN@auy@line
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@split@auy@line@bis #1{%
+ \TXN@split@auy@line@ter #1\relax
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@split@auy@line@ter #1#2{%
+ \gdef \TXN@auy@lineno {#1}%
+ \gdef \TXN@auy@command {#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection {Processing \textit{commissurae}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\commissura} {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \expandafter \TXN@commissura
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {commissura}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {TXN}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@commissura {%
+ \begingroup
+ \parfillskip = \z@skip
+ \par
+ \parskip \z@skip
+ \noindent
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \else
+ \TXN@FaciesCommissura
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@setFacies@commissura #1{%
+ \def \TXN@FaciesCommissura {\begingroup#1\endgroup}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\TXN@SimpleList \TXN@commissurae \z@
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@@commissura #1{%
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@commissurae {#1}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@next@commissura {%
+ \count@ = \TXN@commissura@index \TXN@safe
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \xdef \TXN@commissura@index {\the\count@}%
+ \TXN@get \TXN@commissurae.\TXN@commissura@index \TXN@next@commissura
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Initial and final processing}
+% \subsection{At the end of the package}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@numeri {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \expandafter \TXN@save@numeri
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\AtEndOfPackage{%
+ \TXN@initialize@numerus {0}%
+ \TXN@initialize@textus {0}%
+ \TXN@initialize@titulus {0}%
+ \TXN@initialize@spatium {0}%
+ \ifx \@undefined \numeri
+ \let \numeri = \numerus
+ \else
+ \let \TXN@save@numeri = \numeri
+ \let \numeri = \TXN@numeri
+ \fi
+ \ifx \@undefined \TXN@FaciesIncipit
+ \def \TXN@FaciesIncipit {}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx \@undefined \TXN@SpatiumPostEscEsc
+ \def \TXN@SpatiumPostEscEsc {\hskip .22em\relax}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@def {TXN@titulus[0]Forma}{}%
+ \let \TXN@LaTeX@esc@esc = \\
+ \def \TXN@FaciesCommissura {}%
+ \frenchspacing
+ \parindent = \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@spatium@flag {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@set@second@pass {\gdef\TXN@pass{2}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \def \TXN@numerus@max {0}
+ \def \TXN@textus@max {0}
+ \def \TXN@titulus@max {0}
+ \def \TXN@spatium@max {0}
+ \def \TXN@recto {recto}
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{At the beginnning of the document}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\AtBeginDocument{%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set |\Facies \textus| ...
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies}%
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies}{%
+ \noexpand\fontencoding {\f@encoding}%
+ \noexpand\fontfamily {\f@family}%
+ \noexpand\fontseries {\f@series}%
+ \noexpand\fontshape {\f@shape}%
+ \noexpand\selectfont
+ }%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% ... and the measure
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]measure}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]measure}{\the\linewidth}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@measure = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]measure}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@outside@preambletrue
+ \@ifpackageloaded{poetry}{\TXN@poetrytrue}{}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if y\TXN@showlineno
+ \global \TXN@lineatingtrue
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \gdef \TXN@insert@toks@first {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@insert@toks@last {}%
+ \gdef \TXN@float@counter {0}%
+ \gdef \TXN@margin@counter {0}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \let \TXN@save@tableofcontents = \tableofcontents
+ \let \tableofcontents = \TXN@tableofcontents
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \gdef \TXN@theFolio {recto}
+ \def \TXN@line@class {}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% These commands must be trapped, to set the measure.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \let \TXN@save@onecolumn = \onecolumn
+ \let \TXN@save@twocolumn = \twocolumn
+ \gdef \onecolumn {\TXN@save@onecolumn \TXN@measure = \linewidth}%
+ \renewcommand \twocolumn [1][\relax]{%
+ \TXN@save@twocolumn[#1]\TXN@measure = \linewidth}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{At the end of the document}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\AtEndDocument{%
+ \ifTXN@lineating
+ \protected@write \@auxout{}
+ {\string\TXN@lineate{1000000}{1000000}{1000000}}%
+ \def \TXN@lineate #1#2#3{}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check proper nesting of domains
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@domain@top
+ \ifnum \TXN@domain@stack@top > \z@
+ \TXN@get@domain@stack
+ \PackageError{TEXNIKA}%
+ {Bad domain nesting: \MessageBreak\the\toks@}
+ {The number after the hyphen is the input line\MessageBreak
+ at which the (unclosed) domain was entered.}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check proper nesting of areas
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \TXN@active@areas > \z@
+ \TXN@list@bad@areas
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \if y\TXN@option@stats
+ \TXN@print@stats
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@run@LaTeX@again
+ \if y\TXN@option@stats
+ \TXN@print@stats
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \protected@write \@auxout{}{\string\TXN@set@second@pass}%
+ \toks@ = {Run LaTeX again. A second run is necessary because:}%
+ \TXN@give@reason
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\toks@}%
+ \TXN@PackageWarningNoLine {TEXNIKA}{\TXN@temp}%
+ \if y\TXN@option@repeat
+ \newwrite \TXN@rpt
+ \immediate \openout \TXN@rpt = \jobname.rpt\relax
+ \immediate \write \TXN@rpt {repeat}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \global \let \TXN@set@second@pass = \relax
+ \gdef \TXN@pass {1}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% This ensures that pending writes to .aux get executed, in case
+% the document ends in vertical mode.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@run@LaTeX@again
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \@ne
+ \leavevmode
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Listing the bad areas}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@list@bad@areas {%
+ \toks@ = {}%
+ \TXN@counter@a = \TXN@area@count \TXN@safe
+ \advance \TXN@counter@a by \@ne
+ \TXN@counter = \@ne
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter < \TXN@counter@a
+ \TXN@get \TXN@areas.\TXN@counter \TXN@temp
+ \expandafter \TXN@list@bad@areas@bis \TXN@temp \TXN@nil
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \@ne
+ \repeat
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA} {There is no \protect\endarea\space for:\the\toks@}
+ {}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@list@bad@areas@bis #1,#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \ifnum #1 > \z@
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#2}%
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@safe
+ \def \TXN@temp {}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {[\TXN@parameter]}%
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@temp@bis {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@warning@line
+ \@backslashchar area\TXN@temp\space at line #1}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp@bis}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Listing the reason(s) for a second run}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@give@reason {%
+ \if \TXN@option t \TXN@run@LaTeX@again
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@warning@line
+ -- You have requested the table of contents}%
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option r \TXN@run@LaTeX@again
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@warning@line
+ -- You have different styles for `recto' and `verso'}%
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option m \TXN@run@LaTeX@again
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@warning@line
+ -- You are using `milestones'}%
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option p \TXN@run@LaTeX@again
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@warning@line
+ -- You are using pagewise numbering}%
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option a \TXN@run@LaTeX@again
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@warning@line
+ -- You have set \protect\Locus\space\protect\textus\space
+ to \protect\auto\space (or \protect\Auto)}%
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option s \TXN@run@LaTeX@again
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@warning@line
+ -- Some split lines need to be adjusted}%
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option f \TXN@run@LaTeX@again
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@warning@line
+ -- You have requested the index of first lines}%
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option l \TXN@run@LaTeX@again
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@warning@line
+ -- You have used `firstlinetitlemarks'}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@next@warning@line {%
+ ^^J\space\space\space\space\space\space\space\space\space\space
+ \space\space\space\space\space\space\space\space\space\space
+ \space\space\space\space\space
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Record the reasons for a second run
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \TXN@run@LaTeX@again {}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@auto {a}
+\def \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@split {s}
+\def \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@milestones {m}
+\def \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@rectoverso {r}
+\def \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@firstlines {f}
+\def \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@toc {t}
+\def \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@fl@mark {l}
+\def \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@pagewise {p}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@reason #1{%
+ \if \TXN@option #1\TXN@run@LaTeX@again
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@run@LaTeX@again {#1\TXN@run@LaTeX@again}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Printing statistics}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \TXN@stats@versus@lines {\z@}
+\gdef \TXN@stats@versus@longest {\z@}
+\gdef \TXN@stats@versus@longest@print {\z@}
+\gdef \TXN@stats@versus@excessus@count {\z@}
+\gdef \TXN@stats@versus@excessus@longest {\z@}
+\gdef \TXN@stats@versus@excessus@shortest {\maxdimen}
+\gdef \TXN@stats@versus@folded {\z@}
+\gdef \TXN@stats@versus@moved {\z@}
+\gdef \TXN@stats@prosa@lines {\z@}
+\def \TXN@next@info@line {%
+ ^^J\space\space\space\space\space\space\space\space\space\space
+ \space\space\space\space\space\space\space\space\space\space
+ \space\space
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@print@stats {%
+ \ifnum \TXN@stats@versus@lines > \z@
+ \toks@ = {Statistics for the Versus domain:}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@info@line
+ -- \TXN@stats@versus@lines\space lines\space
+ (longest: \TXN@stats@versus@longest)}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@info@line
+ -- The longest print line is \TXN@stats@versus@longest@print}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@stats@versus@excessus@count = \z@
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@info@line
+ -- No folded lines}%
+ \else
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@info@line
+ -- \TXN@stats@versus@excessus@count\space folded lines:}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@info@line
+ \space\space\space
+ longest turnover line: \TXN@stats@versus@excessus@longest}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@ \TXN@next@info@line
+ \space\space\space
+ shortest turnover line: \TXN@stats@versus@excessus@shortest}%
+ \fi
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\toks@}%
+ \let \on@line = \@empty
+ \PackageInfo {TEXNIKA}{\TXN@temp}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Headlines and the table of contents}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\let \Capita = \TXNt@ttl@setmarks
+% \end{macrocode}
+% These assignments ensure that we print a `clean' text.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@caput@cleanup {%
+ \let \contents = \TXN@unskip@gobble
+ \let \headline = \TXN@unskip@gobble
+ \let \notcontents = \@firstofone
+ \let \notheadline = \@firstofone
+ \let \indexes = \TXN@unskip@gobble
+ \let \addfirstline = \relax
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@unskip@gobble {\unskip\@gobble}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing \TXN@cmd{Caput} for a \TXN@cmd{titulus} object}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@caput@titulus #1{%
+ \edef \TXN@section@name {\@nameuse{TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput}}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Contents
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@contents}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@caput@titulus@contents {#1}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Headline
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@headline}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@caput@titulus@headline {#1}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Indexes
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@CollectingIndexesData
+ \TXN@caput@titulus@indexes {#1}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Processing \TXN@cmd{contents}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@caput@titulus@contents #1{%
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \csname TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@contents\endcsname
+ \TXN@safe
+ \gdef \TXN@section@contents {#1}%
+ \else
+ \global \expandafter
+ \let \expandafter \TXN@section@contents
+ \csname TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@contents\endcsname
+ \fi
+ \begingroup
+ \def \contents ##1{\unskip\gdef \TXN@section@contents{##1}}%
+ \let \notcontents = \TXN@unskip@gobble
+ \let \headline = \TXN@unskip@gobble
+ \let \notheadline = \@firstofone
+ \let \indexes = \TXN@unskip@gobble
+ \let \addfirstline = \relax
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {#1}%
+ \endgroup
+ \protected@write \@auxout
+ {\let \label = \@gobble
+ \let \index = \@gobble
+ \let \glossary = \@gobble
+ \let \notcontents = \@gobble
+ \let \headline = \@gobble
+ \let \notheadline = \@firstofone
+ \let \indexes = \@gobble
+ \let \relsize = \@gobble
+ \let \RelSize = \@gobble
+ \let \LetterSpace = \@firstofone
+ \let \letterspace = \@firstofone
+ \let \LETTERspace = \@firstofone
+ \let \addfirstline = \relax
+ \def \\{\protect\\}%
+ }%
+ {\string \@writefile {toc}{\protect \contentsline
+ {\TXN@section@name}{\TXN@section@contents}{\thepage}}}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Processing \TXN@cmd{headline}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@caput@titulus@headline #1{%
+ \if \TXN@x {TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@headline}\TXN@safe
+ \gdef \TXN@section@headline {#1}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter \let \expandafter \TXN@section@headline
+ \csname TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@headline\endcsname
+ \fi
+ \begingroup
+ \def \headline ##1{\unskip\gdef \TXN@section@headline{##1}}%
+ \let \notheadline = \TXN@unskip@gobble
+ \let \contents = \TXN@unskip@gobble
+ \let \notcontents = \@firstofone
+ \let \indexes = \TXN@unskip@gobble
+ \let \addfirstline = \relax
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@section@headline
+ \else
+% \protected@xdef\ttl@prevmarks{\ttl@marks}%
+ \csname \TXN@section@name mark\expandafter\endcsname
+ \expandafter {\TXN@section@headline}%
+% \gdef\ttl@prevmarks{\ttl@marks}%
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Processing \TXN@cmd{indexes}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@caput@titulus@indexes #1{%
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@index}%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@index@type {%
+ \@nameuse{TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@index@type}}%
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@caput@titulus@indexes@type \TXN@index@type \TXN@nil
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \def \TXN@titulus@article {0}%
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@caput@titulus@indexes@check \TXN@index@flags\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \if \TXN@x {TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@index}\TXN@safe
+ \gdef \TXN@indexed@title {#1}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter \let \expandafter \TXN@indexed@title
+ \csname TXN@\TXN@entity[\TXN@c]Caput@index\endcsname
+ \fi
+ \begingroup
+ \gdef \TXN@addfirstline {}%
+ \def \addfirstline {\unskip\gdef \TXN@addfirstline {:}}%
+ \def \indexes ##1{\unskip\gdef \TXN@indexed@title{##1}}%
+ \let \notcontents = \@firstofone
+ \let \notheadline = \@firstofone
+ \let \contents = \TXN@unskip@gobble
+ \let \notcontents = \TXN@unskip@gobble
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@indexed@title
+ \else
+ \TXN@get@page@column {\TXNl@linenumber}%
+ \TXN@make@sort@key {\TXN@indexed@title}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@titulus@article > \z@
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@articles@process \expandafter {\the\toks@i}%
+ \fi
+ \global \toks@iii = \toks@i
+ \global \toks@i = \expandafter {\TXN@indexed@title}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@titulus@article = \@ne
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@articles@process \expandafter {\the\toks@i}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@addfirstline
+ \immediate \write \TXN@idy {%
+ {\the\toks@iii}{\the\toks@i}%
+ {\TXN@index@type\TXN@addfirstline}{\TXN@page@number}%
+ {\@nameuse{TXN@index@numeri@\TXN@index@type}}%
+ }%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\toks@ = {%
+ {\the\toks@iii}{\the\toks@i}%
+ {\TXN@index@type\TXN@addfirstline}{\TXN@page@number}%
+ {\noexpand\csname TXN@index@numeri@\TXN@index@type\endcsname}%
+ }}%
+ \TXN@temp
+ \xdef \TXN@index@pending {\the\toks@}%
+ \xdef \TXN@index@pending@key {\the\toks@iii}%
+ \global \TXN@index@next@first@linetrue
+ \TXN@enable@first@lines
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@caput@titulus@indexes@type #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \def \TXN@index@type {#1}%
+}
+\def \TXN@caput@titulus@indexes@check #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \TXN@index@type #1\relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@caput@titulus@indexes@check@bis
+ \else
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@caput@titulus@indexes@check
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@caput@titulus@indexes@check@bis #1{%
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \TXN@index@type l\relax
+ \else
+ \ifx '#1\relax
+ \def \TXN@titulus@article {1}%
+ \else
+ \ifx "#1\relax
+ \def \TXN@titulus@article {2}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@caput@titulus@indexes@check
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing \TXN@cmd{Caput} for a \TXN@cmd{numerus} object}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@caput@numerus #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace [#1]\TXN@caput@numerus
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@numerus[#1]Caput}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@section@name {\@nameuse{TXN@numerus[#1]Caput}}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Contents
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@numerus[#1]Caput@contents}%
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@x {TXN@numerus[#1]Caput@contents}\TXN@safe
+ \gdef \TXN@section@contents {\string\numberline
+ {\@nameuse {the\csname TXN@numerus[#1]name\endcsname}}}%
+ \else
+ \global \expandafter
+ \let \expandafter \TXN@section@contents
+ \csname TXN@numerus[#1]Caput@contents\endcsname
+ \fi
+ \protected@write \@auxout {}%
+ {\string \@writefile {toc}{\protect \contentsline
+ {\TXN@section@name}{\TXN@section@contents}{\thepage}}}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Headline
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@numerus[#1]Caput@headline}%
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@x {TXN@numerus[#1]Caput@headline}\TXN@safe
+ \xdef \TXN@section@headline {%
+ \@nameuse {the\csname TXN@numerus[#1]name\endcsname}}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter \let \expandafter \TXN@section@headline
+ \csname TXN@numerus[#1]Caput@headline\endcsname
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \ifNewPage
+ \if@specialpage
+ \else
+ \global \FirstLineOfPagetrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXNt@set@numerus@marks
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection {\TXN@cmd{thecontentslabelfinal}}
+% If |\thecontentslabel| does not contain a period, the
+% macro returns its contents, otherwise
+% it returns the text following the last period.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \thecontentslabelfinal {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@tclf \thecontentslabel.\TXN@nil}
+\def \TXN@tclf #1.#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \ifx \empty#2\empty
+ #1\relax
+ \else
+ \TXN@tclf@bis #2\TXN@nil#1\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@tclf@bis #1#2\TXN@nil#3\TXN@nil{%
+ \if .#1 #3\relax
+ \else
+ \TXN@tclf #1#2.\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection {\TXN@cmd{firstlinetitlemarks}}
+% |\firstlinetitlemarks| provides the type of mark discussed on page 260
+% of \TeXbook: ``What we want [...] is a cross between |\topmark| and
+% |\firstmark|: something that will reflect the mark text that represents
+% the state of affairs just after the first line of the page. And \TeX\
+% doesn't provide that.''
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifFirstLineOfPage
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\FirstLineTitleMarks}{%
+ \ifTXN@lineating
+ \else
+ \global \TXN@lineatingtrue
+ \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@reason \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@fl@mark
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \firstlinetitlemarks {%
+ \FirstLineTitleMarks
+ \ifFirstLineOfPage
+ \global \FirstLineOfPagefalse
+ \firsttitlemarks
+ \else
+ \toptitlemarks
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% To reset the switch at the appropriate times we have to `hook' into
+% some \LaTeX{} commands.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\let \TXN@pagestyle = \pagestyle
+\def \pagestyle {%
+ \global \FirstLineOfPagefalse
+ \TXN@pagestyle
+}
+\let \TXN@thispagestyle = \thispagestyle
+\def \thispagestyle {%
+ \global \FirstLineOfPagefalse
+ \TXN@thispagestyle
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@tableofcontents {%
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \@ne
+ \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@reason \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@toc
+ \fi
+ \TXN@save@tableofcontents
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Preparing and processing the index file}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@BuildingIndexes
+\newif \ifTXN@IndexesInitialized
+\newif \ifTXN@CollectingIndexesData
+\newif \ifTXN@IndexesBuilt
+\newif \ifTXN@index@first@lines
+\newif \ifTXN@index@next@first@line
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The sorted indexes file
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newread \TXN@idz
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Collecting the information for indexes}
+%
+% \subsubsection{The \TXN@cmd{BuildIndexes} command}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\BuildIndexes}[2][t]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \BuildIndexes
+ \ifTXN@outside@preamble
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect\BuildIndexes\space can be used only in the preamble}
+ {The command must occur before \protect\begin{document}}%
+ \fi
+ \@ifpackageloaded{poetry}{\TXN@poetrytrue}{}%
+ \ifTXN@poetry
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The `poetry' package is not loaded}
+ {The `poetry' package is required for processing indexes}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check the command argument
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \global \TXN@IndexesBuiltfalse
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#2}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {yes}%
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@temp
+ \global \TXN@BuildingIndexestrue
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp {no}%
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@temp
+ \global \TXN@BuildingIndexesfalse
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp {done}%
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@temp
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \global \TXN@BuildingIndexesfalse
+ \global \TXN@IndexesBuilttrue
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp {toc}%
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@temp
+ \TXN@indexes@toc
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Invalid argument for \protect\BuildIndexes}
+ {Valid arguments are: yes no done (or \protect\empty) toc}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@BuildingIndexes
+ \TXN@get@index@flags {#1}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Use the toc from the previous run and prevent writing of a new toc
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@indexes@toc {%
+ \global \TXN@IndexesBuilttrue
+ \def \@starttoc ##1{%
+ \begingroup
+ \makeatletter
+ \@input{\jobname.toc}%
+ \makeatother
+ \endgroup
+ }%
+ \let \TXN@writefile = \@writefile
+ \def \@writefile ##1##2{%
+ \def \TXN@temp {toc}%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {##1}%
+ \ifx \TXN@temp \TXN@parameter
+ \else
+ \TXN@writefile ##1##2%
+ \fi
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{Processing the indexes flags}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@index@flags #1{%
+ \gdef \TXN@index@flags {}%
+ \toks@ = {*}%
+ \TXN@get@index@flags@bis #1\TXN@nil
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@index@flags@bis #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@get@index@flags@bis
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \ifcat a\noexpand#1\relax
+ \toks@ = {#1}%
+ \xdef \TXN@index@flags {\TXN@index@flags#1}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@index@numeri@\the\toks@}{}%
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@get@index@flags@ter
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Misplaced optional parameter}
+ {The optional parameter must come after an entry type (a letter)}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@index@flags@ter {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@get@index@flags@ter
+ \futurelet \TXN@token \TXN@get@index@flags@quater
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@index@flags@quater {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@get@index@flags@quater
+ \let \next = \TXN@get@index@flags@bis
+ \ifx \TXN@token \TXN@nil
+ \else
+ \ifcat a\noexpand\TXN@token
+ \else
+ \ifx '\TXN@token
+ \let \next = \TXN@get@index@flags@quinquies
+ \else
+ \ifx "\TXN@token
+ \let \next = \TXN@get@index@flags@quinquies
+ \else
+ \let \next = \TXN@get@index@flags@numerus
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@index@flags@quinquies #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@get@index@flags@quinquies
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \the\toks@ l\relax
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The option #1 cannot be used after 'l'}
+ {It makes no sense to postpone the article for a first line}%
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@index@flags {\TXN@index@flags#1}%
+ \TXN@get@index@flags@ter
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@index@flags@numerus #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@get@index@flags@numerus
+ \ifcat \relax \noexpand #1\relax
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {Extraneous information in the optional argument}
+ {Only \protect\numerus\space subclasses can occur in %
+ the optional parameter}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@get@subclass@number \numerus #1\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta < \z@
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect#1\space is not a \protect\numerus\space subclass}
+ {Only \protect\numerus\space subclasses can occur in %
+ the optional parameter}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter \expandafter \expandafter
+ {\csname TXN@index@numeri@\the\toks@\endcsname}%
+ \TXN@toks@b = \expandafter {%
+ \csname c@\expandafter\@gobble\string#1\endcsname=}%
+ \TXN@toks@c = \expandafter {%
+ \csname the\expandafter\@gobble\string#1\endcsname}%
+ \TXN@xdef {TXN@index@numeri@\the\toks@}%
+ {\the\TXN@toks@a\the\TXN@toks@b\the\TXN@toks@c}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@get@index@flags@ter
+}
+\newif \ifTXN@first@lines@enabled
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{The \TXN@cmd{Indexes} command}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\Indexes} {%
+ \ifTXN@outside@preamble
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect\Indexes\space cannot be used in the preamble}
+ {The command must occur after \protect\begin{document}}%
+ \fi
+
+ \@ifstar {\TXN@indexes@star}{\TXN@indexes}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@indexes}[1][]{%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect\Indexes\space cannot be used within a domain}
+ {The command must appear outside Versus and Prosa}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@BuildingIndexes
+ \ifTXN@IndexesInitialized
+ \else
+ \global \TXN@IndexesInitializedtrue
+ \global \TXN@lineatingtrue
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \@ne
+ \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@reason \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@firstlines
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \newwrite \TXN@idy
+ \immediate \openout \TXN@idy = \jobname.idy\relax
+ \toks@ = {#1}%
+ \TXN@Indexes@insert@separators
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option l\TXN@index@flags
+ \TXN@enable@first@lines
+ \global \TXN@index@first@linestrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \global \TXN@CollectingIndexesDatatrue
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@IndexesBuilt
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \@ne
+ \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@reason \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@firstlines
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Insert the separators (the letters A-Z)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@Indexes@insert@separators {%
+ \TXN@counter = \@ne
+ \TXN@counter@a = \@nameuse{TXN@alphabetum@\the\toks@ @count}%
+ \advance \TXN@counter@a by \@ne
+ \@whilenum \TXN@counter < \TXN@counter@a \do {%
+ \TXN@Indexes@separators@bis
+ \immediate \write \TXN@idy {%
+ {\TXN@temp}%
+ {\TXN@temp}%
+ {/}%
+ {0}%
+ {}%
+ }%
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \@ne
+ }%
+}
+\def \TXN@Indexes@separators@bis {%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\expandafter \@secondoftwo
+ \ifcase \the\TXN@counter\csname TXN@alphabetum@\the\toks@\endcsname}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{The \TXN@cmd{Indexes*} command}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@indexes@star {%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {\protect\Indexes\space cannot be used within a domain}
+ {The command must appear outside Versus and Prosa}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@BuildingIndexes
+ \ifTXN@CollectingIndexesData
+ \global \TXN@CollectingIndexesDatafalse
+ \else
+ \PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {There was no previous \protect\Indexes\space command}
+ {\protect\Indexes* must come after \protect\Indexes}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@enable@first@lines {%
+ \ifTXN@first@lines@enabled
+ \else
+ \global \TXN@first@lines@enabledtrue
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \newcount \PTR@fl@count
+ \newread \PTR@fl
+ \newread \PTR@fl@bis
+ \immediate \openin \PTR@fl = \jobname.tex\relax
+ \immediate \openin \PTR@fl@bis = \jobname.tex\relax
+ \PTR@fl@count = \z@
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Making the sort key}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@commands {%
+ \\1\emph\\1\textrm\\1\textsf\\1\texttt\\1\textmd\\1\textbf
+ \\1\textup\\1\textsl\\1\textit\\1\textsc\\1\textnormal
+ \\0\rmfamily\\0\sffamily\\0\ttfamily\\0\mdseries\\0\upshape
+ \\0\slshape\\0\itshape\\0\scshape\\0\normalfont
+ \\0\em\\0\rm\\0\bf\\0\it\\0\tt\\0\sc\\0\sl\\0\sf
+ \\0\tiny\\0\scriptsize\\0\footnotesize\\0\small
+ \\0\normalsize\\0\large\\0\Large\\0\LARGE\\0\huge\\0\Huge
+ \\1\MakeUppercase\\7\textsuperscript\\8\footnote
+ \\1\textfrak\\1\textswab\\1\textgoth
+ \\0\frakfamily\\0\swabfamily\\0\gothfamily
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \\1\incipit\\1\persona
+ \\0\0\\0\1\\0\2\\0\3\\0\4\\0\5\\0\6\\0\7\\0\8\\0\9
+ \\0\auto\\0\Auto\\0\noincipit
+ \\0\textemdash\\0\textendash\\0\textexclamdown\\0\textquestiondown
+ \\0\textquotedblleft\\0\textquotedblright
+ \\0\textquoteleft\\0\textquoteright
+ \\0\guillemetleft\\0\guillemetright
+ \\0\textemdash\\0\textendash
+ \\0\addfirstline
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@make@sort@key #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@make@sort@key
+ \begingroup
+ \def \\##1##2{%
+ \if 1##1\relax
+ \def ##2####1{####1}%
+ \else
+ \if 0##1\relax
+ \def ##2{}%
+ \fi
+ \fi}%
+ \TXN@commands
+ \def \\{}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {#1}%
+ \global \toks@i = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \endgroup
+ \toks@ = \toks@i
+ \global \toks@i = {}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@make@sort@key@bis \the\toks@\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \TXN@make@sort@key@bis #1{%
+ \let \next = \TXN@make@sort@key@bis
+ \ifcat \noexpand#1a\relax
+ \global \toks@i = {#1}%
+ \let \next = \TXN@make@sort@key@ter
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+\def \TXN@make@sort@key@ter #1\TXN@nil{%
+ \global \toks@i = \expandafter {\the\toks@i#1}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@trim \expandafter {\the\toks@i}%
+ \global \toks@i = \TXN@trimmed
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Moving an article at the end ot the title}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@articles@english {\*\space{The}\*\space{A}\*\space{An}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Each entry has two arguments: the terminating character (either
+% space or apostrophe) and the article itself.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@articles@italian {%
+ \*\space{Il}\*\space{La}\*\space{Lo}\*\space{I}\*\space{Gli}%
+ \*\space{Le}\*\space{Un}\*\space{Una}\*'{L}\*'{Un}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@articles@french {%
+ \*\space{Le}\*\space{La}\*\space{Les}%
+ \*\space{Un}\*\space{Une}\*'{L}\*'{Un}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@articles@german {%
+ \*\space{Der}\*\space{Die}\*\space{Das}%
+ \*\space{Ein}\*\space{Eine}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@articles@spanish {%
+ \\\space{El}\\\space{La}\\\space{Los}\\\space{Las}%
+ \\\space{Un}\\\space{Una}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set if the string has at least one space/apostrophe
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@article@space
+\newif \ifTXN@article@apostrophe
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@articles@process #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TXN@articles@process
+ \global \toks@i = {#1}%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \TXN@articles@check@space #1 \TXN@nil
+ \TXN@articles@check@apostrophe #1'\TXN@nil
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \begingroup
+ \let \\=\relax
+ \let \*= \TXN@articles@process@article
+ \@nameuse {TXN@articles@%
+ \ifx \@undefined\languagename english%
+ \else \languagename\fi}%
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check if the strings contain a space/apostrophe
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@articles@check@space #1 #2\TXN@nil {%
+ \@ifmtarg {#2} {\TXN@article@spacefalse}
+ {\TXN@sw@true\TXN@article@spacetrue}}
+\def \TXN@articles@check@apostrophe #1'#2\TXN@nil {%
+ \@ifmtarg {#2} {\TXN@article@apostrophefalse}
+ {\TXN@article@apostrophetrue\TXN@sw@true}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check if the article occurs at the start of the string
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@articles@process@article #1#2{%
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \else
+ \ifx \space #1\relax
+ \ifTXN@article@space
+ \gdef \TXN@gtemp {#2}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@article@check@space \the\toks@i\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \else
+ \ifx '#1\relax
+ \ifTXN@article@apostrophe
+ \gdef \TXN@gtemp {#2}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@article@check@apostrophe \the\toks@i'\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Extract the initial string and compare it with the article
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@article@check@space #1\TXN@nil {%
+ \TXN@article@check@space@bis #1 \TXN@nil}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@article@check@space@bis #1 #2 \TXN@nil {%
+ \gdef \TXN@gtemp@bis {#1}%
+ \ifx \TXN@gtemp \TXN@gtemp@bis
+ \TXN@article@swap #2\TXN@nil#1\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@article@check@apostrophe #1'#2'\TXN@nil {%
+ \gdef \TXN@gtemp@bis {#1}%
+ \ifx \TXN@gtemp \TXN@gtemp@bis
+ \TXN@article@swap #2\TXN@nil#1'\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Move the article at the end of the string
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@article@swap #1#2\TXN@nil#3\TXN@nil{%
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\global\toks@i={#1}}%
+ \uppercase \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \global \toks@i = \expandafter {\the\toks@i#2, #3}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Typesetting an index}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TypesetIndex}[3][t]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \TypesetIndex
+ \ifTXN@IndexesBuilt
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \xdef \TXN@typeset@types {#1}%
+ \IfFileExists {\jobname.idz}
+ {}
+ {\PackageError {TEXNIKA}
+ {The \jobname.idz file does not exist}
+ {}}%
+ \long \def \TXN@TypesetIndex@postlude {#3}%
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@TypesetIndex@prelude {#1}%
+ #2\relax
+ \TXN@TypesetIndex@prelude@bis
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \TXN@TypesetIndex@start
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Code executed before the command argument}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@TypesetIndex@prelude #1{%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Prevent printing of other |\numerus| subclasses
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@counter = \TXN@numerus@max \TXN@safe
+ \loop
+ \TXN@def {TXN@numerus[\TXN@c]printing}{0}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \z@
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \m@ne
+ \repeat
+ \TXN@withinIndexestrue
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Create the |\titulus| subclass for the separator and disable incipit
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \Novus \titulus \IndexSeparator
+ \Facies {}
+ \SpatiumSupra {.5\leading}
+ \Facies \incipit {}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Create the |\textus| and |\numerus| subclasses for the line
+% types in the optional argument. The subclasses for 'l' are
+% always created (for |\addfirstline|)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \def \TXN@indexes@types {#1}%
+ \if \TXN@option l\TXN@indexes@types
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@indexes@types {l\TXN@indexes@types}%
+ \fi
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@TypesetIndex@prelude@create \TXN@indexes@types \TXN@nil
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@TypesetIndex@prelude@create #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \ifcat a\noexpand#1\relax
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\noexpand\Novus* \noexpand\textus
+ \expandafter\noexpand\csname #1IndexEntryText\endcsname}%
+ \TXN@temp
+ \Facies {##1}
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\noexpand\Novus* \noexpand\numerus
+ \expandafter\noexpand\csname #1IndexEntryPage\endcsname}%
+ \TXN@temp
+ \Facies {##1}
+ \Locus {\rightmargin}
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \TXN@TypesetIndex@prelude@create
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Code executed after the command argument}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@TypesetIndex@prelude@bis {%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Switch |\auto| off and set the |\textus| position
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \def \PTR@auto@mode {}%
+ \Locus \textus {\leftmargin+\z@}
+ \Locus \textus {+\z@}
+ \Forma \strophae {}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Compute how much space to reserve for the page number
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@dim@a = \z@
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@TypesetIndex@page@digit \TXN@indexes@types \TXN@nil
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@get@page@column {\TXNl@linenumber}%
+ \count@ = \TXN@page@number
+ \setbox\z@ = \hbox {\hskip
+ \ifnum \count@ > 999 4.5\else
+ \ifnum \count@ > 99 3.5\else 2.5\fi\fi\TXN@dim@a}%
+ \Modus \textus {\measure{-\wd\z@}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Allow for folded lines
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \Locus \excessus {\textleftmargin + 1em}
+ \Facies {##1}
+ \Modus {\unhyphenated}
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Compute the maximum width of a digit in a page number
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@TypesetIndex@page@digit #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \ifcat a\noexpand#1\relax
+ \setbox\z@ = \hbox {%
+ \expandafter \Locus \csname #1IndexEntryPage\endcsname{}%
+ \@nameuse{#1IndexEntryPage}*{9}}%
+ \ifdim \wd\z@ > \TXN@dim@a
+ \TXN@dim@a = \wd\z@
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \TXN@TypesetIndex@page@digit
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsubsection{Typesetting an index line}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@TypesetIndex@start {%
+ \immediate \openin \TXN@idz = \jobname.idz\relax
+ \Versus
+ \parskip 0pt plus 1pt
+ \TXN@TypesetIndex@read
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@TypesetIndex@read {%
+ \makeatletter
+ \immediate \read \TXN@idz to \TXN@idz@line
+ \makeatother
+ \ifeof \TXN@idz
+ \expandafter \TXN@TypesetIndex@finish
+ \else
+ \expandafter \TXN@TypesetIndex@line
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% At the end of the .idz file
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@TypesetIndex@finish {%
+ \immediate \closein \TXN@idz
+ \endVersus
+ \TXN@TypesetIndex@postlude
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Typeset an index line
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@indexes@initial {}
+\newif \ifTXN@index@normal@line
+\def \TXN@TypesetIndex@line {%
+ \expandafter \TXN@TypesetIndex@line@bis \TXN@idz@line
+}
+\def \TXN@TypesetIndex@line@bis #1#2#3#4#5{%
+ \def \TXN@index@line@flags {#3}%
+ \TXN@get@line@type #3\TXN@nil
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if /\TXN@line@type
+ \def \TXN@indexes@initial {#2}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check if line is to be typeset
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \if \TXN@option +\TXN@index@line@flags
+ \if \TXN@option t\TXN@typeset@types
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@line@type \TXN@typeset@types
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@toks@a = {#2}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@indexes@initial
+ \else
+ \IndexSeparator \TXN@indexes@initial
+ \def \TXN@indexes@initial {}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@FaciesIncipit
+ \else
+ \TXN@TypesetIndex@incipit #2\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \TXN@get@subclass@number \expandafter \textus
+ \csname \TXN@line@type IndexEntryText\endcsname
+ \TXN@counter@a = \@tempcnta
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@index@normal@linetrue
+ \if \TXN@option :\TXN@index@line@flags
+ \TXN@index@normal@linefalse
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option *\TXN@index@line@flags
+ \TXN@index@normal@linefalse
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@leadersfalse
+ \ifTXN@index@normal@line
+ \@nameuse{\TXN@line@type IndexEntryPage}*{#4}%
+ \edef \TXN@flags {%
+ \@nameuse{TXN@textus[\the\TXN@counter@a]flagsModus@recto}}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@Leaders \TXN@flags
+ \TXN@leaderstrue
+ \edef \TXN@leaders@width {%
+ \@nameuse{TXN@textus[\the\TXN@counter@a]leaders@recto}}%
+ \fi
+ \toks@ = {#5}%
+ \else
+ \toks@ = {}%
+ \TXN@TypesetIndex@line@ter #5\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+ \the\toks@
+ \toks@ = {}%
+ \if \TXN@option *\TXN@index@line@flags
+ \else
+ \toks@ = {\let \\=\TXN@TypesetIndex@line@esc@esc
+ \let \addfirstline = \relax
+ \let \incipit = \TXN@self
+ \let \1=\ignorespaces \let \2=\ignorespaces
+ \let \3=\ignorespaces \let \4=\ignorespaces
+ \let \5=\ignorespaces \let \6=\ignorespaces
+ \let \7=\ignorespaces \let \8=\ignorespaces
+ \let \9=\ignorespaces \def \persona #1{\ignorespaces}
+ }%
+ \fi
+ \leavevmode
+ \@nameuse{TXN@textus[\the\TXN@counter@a]Facies}%
+ {\the\toks@\the\TXN@toks@a}\PTR@atendofline
+ \@nameuse{\TXN@line@type IndexEntryPage}{}%
+ \if \TXN@option :\TXN@index@line@flags
+ \penalty \@M
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option *\TXN@index@line@flags
+ \penalty \@M
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@TypesetIndex@read
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@TypesetIndex@line@ter #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \ifcat \relax \noexpand #1\relax
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@#1=0\relax}%
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \TXN@TypesetIndex@line@ter
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@TypesetIndex@line@esc@esc}[1][]{\space\ignorespaces}
+\def \TXN@TypesetIndex@incipit #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+ \TXN@toks@a = {{\TXN@FaciesIncipit {#1}{\relax}{\relax}{\relax}}#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The line type is always the first character
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@get@line@type #1#2\TXN@nil {\def \TXN@line@type {#1}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Displaying \TXN@cmd{Measure} and \TXN@cmd{linewidth}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@show@versus
+\newif \ifTXN@show@prosa
+\newif \ifTXN@show@lineate
+\newif \ifTXN@show@measure
+\newif \ifTXN@show@starred
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \ShowMeasure {%
+ \TXN@show@measuretrue
+ \@ifstar {\TXN@show@starredtrue\TXN@show@width}
+ {\TXN@show@starredfalse\TXN@show@width}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \ShowLineWidth {%
+ \TXN@show@measurefalse
+ \@ifstar {\TXN@show@starredtrue\TXN@show@width}
+ {\TXN@show@starredfalse\TXN@show@width}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The common code
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@show@width} [1][0pt]{%
+ \TXN@show@versusfalse
+ \TXN@show@lineatefalse
+ \ifTXNl@lineating
+ \TXN@show@lineatetrue
+ \TXNl@lineate \relax
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@show@versustrue
+ \global \PTR@par@startedfalse
+ \endVersus
+ \fi
+ \begingroup
+ \everypar = {}%
+ \leftskip = \z@
+ \rightskip = \z@
+ \TXNcmr
+ \hsize = \linewidth
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {%
+ \ttfamily
+ \ifTXN@show@measure
+ \ \char`\\Measure\ %
+ \else
+ \ \char`\\linewidth\ %
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@show@starred
+ =\ \the\ifTXN@show@measure \TXN@measure\ \else \linewidth\ \fi
+ \fi
+ }%
+ \ifdim #1 = \z@
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = .5\wd\z@
+ \advance \dimen@ by -.0125pt
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {%
+ \rlap{\kern \dimen@ \vrule width .025pt %
+ \ifdim #1 > \z@ depth\else height -\fi#1\relax
+ }\box\z@}%
+ \ht\z@ = \ht\strutbox
+ \dp\z@ = \dp\strutbox
+ \fi
+ \dimen@ = \ifTXN@show@measure \TXN@measure \else \linewidth\fi
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\z@
+ \advance \dimen@ by -1.5em %
+ \divide \dimen@ by \tw@
+ \vskip .5\baselineskip
+ \noindent
+ \ifTXN@show@measure
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ =
+ {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]offset@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \kern \dimen@@
+ \fi
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]shift}%
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ = \z@
+ \else
+ \kern \dimen@@
+ {\setbox \tw@ = \hbox {%
+ \vrule height \ht\strutbox depth \dp\strutbox width .125pt}%
+ \global \dimen@i = \wd\tw@
+ \box \tw@
+ }%
+ \advance \dimen@@ by \dimen@i
+ \kern -\dimen@@
+ \fi
+ \hbox to \dimen@ {\leftarrowfill}%
+ \kern .75em \box \z@ \kern .75em %
+ \hbox to \dimen@ {\rightarrowfill}%
+ \vskip .5\baselineskip
+ \endgroup
+ \ifTXN@show@lineate
+ \TXNl@lineate \TXN@process@line
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@show@versus
+ \expandafter \versus
+ \fi
+}
+%<*debug>
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Debugging code}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\showboxdepth=1000
+\showboxbreadth=1000
+\newif \ifTXN@debug
+\newif \ifTXN@debug@sw
+\newcount \TXN@debug@count
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% 0 control sequences \\
+% 1 boxes \\
+% 2 counters \\
+% 3 dimensions \\
+% 4 token registers \\
+% 5 macros \\
+% 6 mode \\
+% 7 spatium \\
+% 8 domain \\
+% 9 set tracingmacros \\
+% A area \\
+% R replay
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@debug@options {}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXNdebug #1{%
+ \ifx -#1\relax
+ \TXN@debugfalse
+ \else
+ \TXN@debugtrue
+ \ifx +#1\relax
+ \def \TXN@debug@options {0123456}%
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@debug@options {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@debug@check #1{%
+ \TXN@debug@swfalse
+ \def \TXN@debug@value {#1}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@debug@check@bis \TXN@debug@options\TXN@nil
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@debug@check@bis #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@debug@value #1\relax
+ \TXN@debug@swtrue
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \TXN@debug@check@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@trace}[2][\relax]{%
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {0}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \ifx \relax#1\relax
+ \def \TXN@debug@temp {}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@debug@temp {[#1]\space}%
+ \fi
+ \typeout {\TXN@debug@temp \protect#2}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@trace@box}[2][\relax]{%
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {1}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \ifx \relax #1\relax
+ \else
+ \typeout {[#1]\space}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@debug@count = \errorcontextlines
+ \errorcontextlines = \z@
+ \showbox #2\relax
+ \errorcontextlines = \TXN@debug@count
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@trace@count}[2][\relax]{%
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {2}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \ifx \relax #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@debug@temp {}%
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@debug@temp {#1= }%
+ \fi
+ \typeout {\TXN@debug@temp /\the#2/}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@trace@dim}[2][\relax]{%
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {3}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \ifx \relax #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@debug@temp {}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@debug@temp {[#1]\space}%
+ \fi
+ \typeout {\TXN@debug@temp \protect#2=\the#2}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@trace@toks}[2][\relax]{%
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {4}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \ifx \relax #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@debug@temp {}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@debug@temp {[#1]\space}%
+ \fi
+ \typeout {\TXN@debug@temp \protect#2=/\the#2/}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@trace@macro}[2][\relax]{%
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {5}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \ifx \relax #1\relax
+ \def \TXN@debug@temp {}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@debug@temp {[#1]\space}%
+ \fi
+ \typeout {\TXN@debug@temp \protect#2=\meaning#2}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@trace@mode}[1][\relax]{%
+ \begingroup
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {6}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \ifhmode
+ \typeout {[#1]\space Hmode}%
+ \else
+ \typeout {[#1]\space Vmode}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@trace@spatium}[1]{%
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {7}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \typeout {Spatium: \noexpand#1 \meaning#1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@trace@domain}[2]{%
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {8}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \typeout {\number\inputlineno\space
+ \ifnum #1=\z@ Enter\else Leave\fi \space
+ \ifnum #2=\@ne Versus\else Prosa\fi \space
+ }%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@tracing}[1]{%
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {9}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \ifx +#1
+ \global\tracingmacros=2%
+ \global\tracingcommands=2%
+ \else
+ \global\tracingmacros=0%
+ \global\tracingcommands=0%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@trace@area} {%
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {A}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \typeout {AREA \number\TXN@area@ind baselineskip=\the\baselineskip}%
+ \typeout {height = \csname
+ TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]height\endcsname}%
+ \typeout {depth = \csname
+ TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]depth\endcsname}%
+ \typeout {first height = \csname
+ TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]first@line@height\endcsname}%
+ \typeout {right = \csname
+ TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]rightedge\endcsname}%
+ \typeout {left = \csname
+ TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]leftedge\endcsname}%
+ \typeout {spatium = \csname
+ TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]spatium\endcsname}%
+ \typeout {stropha = \csname
+ TXN@area[\TXN@area@ind]stropha\endcsname}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@trace@replay} {%
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {R}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \typeout {REPLAY at \number\TXN@auy@lineno: \meaning\TXN@auy@command}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TXN@trace@save@command} {%
+ \ifTXN@debug
+ \TXN@debug@check {S}%
+ \ifTXN@debug@sw
+ \typeout {Save command at \the\inputlineno:
+ [\the\TXNl@linenumber] \the\toks@}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\TypeOut}[2][]{\typeout {[[#1] #2}}
+\newcommand {\TypeOutCs}[2][]{\typeout {[[#1] \expandafter
+ \meaning\csname#2\endcsname}}
+\newcommand {\ShowMode}[1][]{\ifhmode\typeout{#1 H}\else\typeout{#1 V}\fi}
+%</debug>
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \Finale
+%
+\endinput
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+% \iffalse meta-comment
+%
+%
+% COPYRIGHT NOTICE AND LICENSE
+%
+%
+% COPYRIGHT
+% =========
+%
+% Copyright Gianfranco Boggio-Togna 2006
+%
+%
+% DEFINITIONS
+% ===========
+%
+% In this document the following terms are used:
+%
+% `Work'
+% The files TEXNIKA.dtx, poetry.dtx, drama.dtx, technica.ins and
+% the derived files TEXNIKA.sty, poetry.sty, drama.sty
+%
+% 'Copyright Holder'
+% Gianfranco Boggio-Togna
+%
+% `Derived Work'
+% Any work that under any applicable law is derived from the Work.
+%
+% `Modification'
+% Any procedure that produces a Derived Work under any applicable
+% law -- for example, the production of a file containing an
+% original file associated with the Work or a significant portion of
+% such a file, either verbatim or with modifications and/or
+% translated into another language.
+%
+% `Modify'
+% To apply any procedure that produces a Derived Work under any
+% applicable law.
+%
+% `Distribution'
+% Making copies of the Work available from one person to another, in
+% whole or in part. Distribution includes (but is not limited to)
+% making any electronic components of the Work accessible by
+% file transfer protocols such as FTP or HTTP or by shared file
+% systems such as Sun's Network File System (NFS).
+%
+%
+% CONDITIONS ON DISTRIBUTION AND MODIFICATION
+% ===========================================
+%
+% 1. You may distribute a complete, unmodified copy of the Work as you
+% received it. Distribution of only part of the Work is considered
+% modification of the Work, and no right to distribute such a Derived
+% Work may be assumed under the terms of this clause.
+%
+% 2. The Copyright Holder may, without restriction, modify the Work,
+% thus creating a Derived Work. The Copyright Holder may also distribute
+% the Derived Work without restriction. Derived Works distributed in
+% this manner by the Copyright Holder are considered to be updated
+% versions of the Work.
+%
+% 3. If you are not the Copyright Holder, you are not allowed
+% to modify the Work.
+%
+% 4. The conditions above are not intended to prohibit, and hence do
+% not apply to, the modification, by any method, of any component so that it
+% becomes identical to an updated version of that component of the Work as
+% it is distributed by the Copyright Holder under Clause 2, above.
+%
+% 5. Distribution of the Work in an alternative format, where the Work
+% is then produced by applying some process to that format, does not
+% relax or nullify any sections of this license as they pertain to the
+% results of applying that process.
+%
+% 6. This license places no restrictions on works that are unrelated to
+% the Work, nor does this license place any restrictions on aggregating
+% such works with the Work by any means.
+%
+% 7. Nothing in this license is intended to, or may be used to, prevent
+% complete compliance by all parties with all applicable laws.
+%
+%
+% CONDITIONS ON USE
+% =================
+%
+% The Work may be used without charge for non-commercial private
+% or academic purposes. Use of the Work for commercial purposes is
+% prohibited. To use the Work for commercial purposes you must obtain a
+% license for commercial use from the Copyright Holder.
+%
+%
+% NO WARRANTY
+% ===========
+%
+% There is no warranty for the Work. Except when otherwise stated in
+% writing, the Copyright Holder provides the Work `as is', without
+% warranty of any kind, either expressed or implied, including, but not
+% limited to, the implied warranties of merchantability and fitness for
+% a particular purpose. The entire risk as to the quality and performance
+% of the Work is with you. Should the Work prove defective, you
+% assume the cost of all necessary servicing, repair, or correction.
+%
+% In no event unless agreed to in writing will the Copyright Holder or
+% any other party who may distribute the Work as permitted above, be
+% liable to you for damages, including any general, special, incidental
+% or consequential damages arising out of any use of the Work or out
+% of inability to use the Work (including, but not limited to, loss of
+% data, data being rendered inaccurate, or losses sustained by anyone
+% as a result of any failure of the Work to operate with any other
+% programs), even if the Copyright Holder or said other party has been
+% advised of the possibility of such damages.
+%
+%<*driver>
+\documentclass{ltxdoc}
+\setlength{\parindent}{0pt}
+\setlength{\textwidth}{5.5in}
+\setlength{\textheight}{8.5in}
+\setlength{\parskip}{\smallskipamount}
+\usepackage[ibycus,english]{babel}
+\usepackage[pagestyles]{titlesec}
+\newpagestyle {DRAMA@page} {
+
+ \sethead {}
+ {\large {\itshape The} \texttt{drama} {\itshape package}}
+ {\textup{\thepage}}
+ \setfoot {}
+ {Copyright \copyright\ Gianfranco Boggio--Togna 2006}
+ {}%
+ \setmarks {section}{subsection}
+}
+\MakeShortVerb{|}
+\AlsoImplementation
+\begin{document}
+\DocInput{drama.dtx}
+\end{document}
+%</driver>
+%
+% \fi
+%
+% \iftrue \CheckSum{2530} \fi
+%
+% \def\fileversion{0.9}
+% \def\filedate{2006/11/11}
+%
+\def\TEXNIKA {%
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \csname l@polutonikogreek\endcsname \relax
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \csname l@ibycus\endcsname \relax
+ $\tau\kern-.05em\epsilon\chi\nu\kern-.05em\iota
+ \kappa\kern.04em\acute\alpha$%
+ \else
+ \foreignlanguage{ibycus}{texnika'}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \foreignlanguage{polutonikogreek}{teqnik'a}%
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXN@cmd#1{\texttt{\protect\bslash #1}}%
+%
+% \thispagestyle{empty}
+% \begin{centering}
+% {\large \textsc{Gianfranco Boggio\,--Togna}}\par
+% \vspace*{1in}
+% {\Huge \TEXNIKA}\par
+% \vspace*{.15in}
+% {\LARGE Typesetting for the Humanities}\par
+% \vspace*{.5in}
+% {\Large The \textbf{drama} package}\par
+% \vfill
+% {\Large Version 0.9}\par
+% \end{centering}
+% \newpage
+% \thispagestyle{empty}
+% \vspace{6ex}
+% \section*{Copyright notice}
+% \noindent Copyright \copyright\ Gianfranco Boggio--Togna 2006\par
+% Author's address: C.P. 14021, I-20140 Milano\\
+% Email: \textsl{gbt\kern .08em @\kern .1em acm.org}
+% \vspace{6ex}
+% \section*{License}
+% \noindent This program is distributed under the terms of the license
+% that appears at the start of the file \texttt{drama.dtx} (this file)
+% and in file \texttt{license.txt}
+%
+% This program consists of the files \texttt{drama.dtx} and
+% \texttt{technica.ins}
+%
+% \newpage
+% \pagenumbering{roman}
+% \tableofcontents
+% \newpage
+% \pagenumbering{arabic}
+% \pagestyle {DRAMA@page}
+%
+% \StopEventually{}
+% \newpage
+%
+% \section{External dependencies}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@temp {LaTeX2e}
+\def \TXN@temp@bis {2003/12/01}
+\@tempswafalse
+\ifx \fmtname \TXN@temp
+ \ifx \fmtversion \TXN@temp@bis
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp@bis {2005/12/01}
+ \ifx \fmtversion \TXN@temp@bis
+ \else
+ \@tempswatrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+\else
+ \@tempswatrue
+\fi
+\if@tempswa
+ \PackageError {DRAMA}
+ {The Technica suite requires the LaTex\MessageBreak
+ release dated `2003/12/01' or `2005/12/01'}
+ {}
+ \def\recurse{(\recurse)}\recurse
+\fi
+%
+\ProvidesPackage {drama} [2006/11/11 v. 0.9 A package for typesetting drama]
+\RequirePackageWithOptions {TEXNIKA}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Initialization}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newbox \DRM@vbox
+\newbox \DRM@hbox
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Most internal variables are initialized to |\empty|, for easier testing.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@persona@side {}
+\def \DRM@persona@flags {}
+\edef \DRM@persona@position {\TXN@o@PersonaNormal}
+\def \DRM@persona@field {}
+\def \DRM@FaciesPersonae {}
+\def \DRM@FormaPersonae {}
+\def \DRM@SpatiumAntePersonam {}
+\def \DRM@SpatiumSupraPersonam {}
+\def \DRM@SpatiumInfraPersonam {}
+\def \DRM@speech@lines {0}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@FaciesBracketSD {}
+\def \DRM@FormaBracketSD {}
+\def \DRM@SpatiumAnteBracketSD {}
+\def \DRM@SpatiumPostBracketSD {}
+\def \DRM@SpatiumSupraBracketSD {}
+\def \DRM@SpatiumInfraBracketSD {}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@FaciesParenthesisSD {}
+\def \DRM@FormaParenthesisSD {}
+\def \DRM@SpatiumSupraParenthesisSD {}
+\def \DRM@SpatiumInfraParenthesisSD {}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@resume@par {}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \section{Entering and leaving the domain}
+%
+% A switch used to avoid a spurious |\par| before the first speech.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifDRM@first@speech
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \Drama {\TXN@withinDramatrue \DRM@first@speechtrue}
+\let \drama = \Drama
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \endDrama {\TXN@withinDramafalse}
+\let \enddrama = \endDrama
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Speech-headings}
+%
+%
+% True for the starred form of |\persona|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifDRM@starred
+% \end{macrocode}
+% True if the |\persona| is followed by a b-SD.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifDRM@persona@bracketSD
+% \end{macrocode}
+% True if |\Facies \personae| contains |#2|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifDRM@bracketSD@in@persona
+% \end{macrocode}
+% True is |\persona| is preceded by |\aparte|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifDRM@aparte@persona
+% \end{macrocode}
+% True if b-SD starts a line (no |\StatiumAnte|).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifDRM@initial@bracketSD
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{The \TXN@cmd{persona} command}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\persona}{%
+ \@ifstar {\DRM@starredtrue \DRM@persona@switch}
+ {\DRM@starredfalse \DRM@persona@switch}}
+\let \personae = \persona
+\let \personam = \persona
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@persona@switch {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \expandafter \DRM@persona
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {persona}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {DRM}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing the \TXN@cmd{persona} command}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\DRM@persona} [2][]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@persona
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@withinDrama
+ \else
+ \ifDRM@starred
+ \else
+ \PackageError {DRAMA}
+ {\protect\persona\space may be used\MessageBreak
+ only within the `drama' domain}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% First define the abbreviation, if present.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \TXN@counter@b = \z@
+ \DRM@check@abbreviation #1\TXN@nil
+% \end{macrocode}
+% There is an abbreviation.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a > \z@
+ \TXN@gdef {DRM@#1}{\persona{#2}}%
+ \fi
+ \ifDRM@starred
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If \textasteriskcentered-form, nothing else to do.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \else
+ \DRM@getPersona {#2}%
+ \expandafter \DRM@process@persona
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Get the argument.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@getPersona #1{%
+ \let \DRM@esc@esc = \\%
+ \def \\{\relax}%
+ \DRM@splitPersona #1\\\\%
+ \let \\= \DRM@esc@esc
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Split the argument into the two sub-arguments.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@splitPersona #1\\#2\\{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@splitPersona
+ \TXN@trim {#1}%
+ \ifDRM@aparte@persona
+ \DRM@aparte@personafalse
+ \ifx \DRM@FaciesAparte \relax
+ \edef \DRM@persona@first {\the\TXN@trimmed}%
+ \else
+ \edef \DRM@persona@first
+ {\noexpand\DRM@FaciesAparte\the\TXN@trimmed}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \edef \DRM@persona@first {\the\TXN@trimmed}%
+ \fi
+ \@ifmtarg{#2} {\relax} {\TXN@trim {#2}}%
+ \edef \DRM@persona@second {\the\TXN@trimmed}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check for an abbreviation in the optional parameter.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@check@abbreviation #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a > \tw@
+ \PackageError {DRAMA}
+ {The \protect\persona\space abbreviation has more than 2 digits}
+ {An abbreviation must be in the range 01-99}%
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@b = \z@
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a > \z@
+ \PackageError{DRAMA}%
+ {The \protect\persona\space abbreviation cannot be zero}
+ {The control sequences \@backslashchar0 and \@backslashchar00
+ are reserved \MessageBreak (see the User Manual)}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \advance \TXN@counter@a by \@ne
+ \TXN@check@start@of@number {#1}%
+ \ifTXN@isdigit
+ \advance \TXN@counter@b by #1\relax
+ \else
+ \PackageError {DRAMA}%
+ {A \protect\persona\space abbreviation contains\MessageBreak
+ a character that is not a digit}
+ {An abbreviation must be a number in the range 01-99}%
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \DRM@check@abbreviation
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Setting the \TXN@cmd{persona} attributes}
+% \paragraph{Facies}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setFacies@persona #1{%
+ \let \DRM@esc@esc = \\%
+ \let \\= \relax
+ \DRM@splitFaciesPersonae #1\\\\%
+ \let \\= \DRM@esc@esc
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@splitFaciesPersonae #1\\#2\\{%
+ \def \DRM@FaciesPersonae@first ##1##2{%
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@withinPersonatrue
+ \DRM@ifthenelse
+ #1%
+ \endgroup
+ }%
+ \@ifmtarg{#2}%
+ {\def \DRM@FaciesPersonae@second ##1##2{%
+ \begingroup
+ \DRM@ifthenelse
+ \ignorespaces
+ #1%
+ \endgroup
+ }%
+ }
+ {\def \DRM@FaciesPersonae@second ##1##2{%
+ \begingroup
+ \DRM@ifthenelse
+ \ignorespaces
+ #2%
+ \endgroup
+ }%
+ }%
+ \DRM@bracketSD@in@personafalse
+ \TXN@check@parm 2\DRM@FaciesPersonae@first\TXN@nil
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \DRM@bracketSD@in@personatrue
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{Forma}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setForma@persona #1{%
+ \def \DRM@FormaPersonae {#1\relax}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{Locus}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setLocus@persona #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \edef \DRM@persona@side {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = \z@
+ \def \TXN@entity@code {p}%
+ \TXN@setLocus {#1}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{Modus}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setModus@persona #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \edef \DRM@persona@flags {}%
+ \edef \DRM@persona@field {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = \z@
+ \def \TXN@entity@code {p}%
+ \TXN@setModus {#1}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{Spacing}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setSpatiumAnte@persona #1{%
+ \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal {#1}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \edef \DRM@SpatiumAntePersonam {\the\toks@}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setSpatiumSupra@persona #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \def \DRM@SpatiumSupraPersonam {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#1}%
+ \edef \DRM@SpatiumSupraPersonam {\TXN@L@spatium}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setSpatiumInfra@persona #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \def \DRM@SpatiumInfraPersonam {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#1}%
+ \edef \DRM@SpatiumInfraPersonam {\TXN@L@spatium}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing an abbreviation}
+%
+% |\nn| is associated with the \textbf{cs} |\DRM@nn|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \0{\DRM@persona@number 0}
+\def \1{\DRM@persona@number 1}
+\def \2{\DRM@persona@number 2}
+\def \3{\DRM@persona@number 3}
+\def \4{\DRM@persona@number 4}
+\def \5{\DRM@persona@number 5}
+\def \6{\DRM@persona@number 6}
+\def \7{\DRM@persona@number 7}
+\def \8{\DRM@persona@number 8}
+\def \9{\DRM@persona@number 9}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% |\0| and |\00| are reserved and are set to special values.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\TXN@def {DRM@0}{\persona{\kern0cc}}
+\TXN@def {DRM@00}{\persona{\kern0dd}}
+\def \DRM@persona@zero {\kern0cc}
+\def \DRM@persona@zero@zero {\kern0dd}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Get the first digit.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@persona@number #1{%
+ \ifTXN@withinSD
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@withinPersona
+ \PackageError {DRAMA}
+ {You cannot use a \protect\persona\space abbreviation \MessageBreak
+ within the argument of \protect\persona}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \gdef \DRM@@ {#1}%
+ \futurelet \DRM@token \DRM@persona@number@bis
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check for a second digit.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@persona@number@bis {%
+ \TXN@check@start@of@number {\DRM@token}%
+ \ifTXN@isdigit
+ \expandafter \DRM@persona@number@ter
+ \else
+ \expandafter \DRM@persona@number@quater
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Attach the second digit.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@persona@number@ter #1{%
+ \xdef \DRM@@ {\DRM@@#1}%
+ \DRM@persona@number@quater
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check whether the abbreviation exists.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@persona@number@quater {%
+ \if \TXN@relax {DRM@\DRM@@}%
+ \PackageError {DRAMA}%
+ {The \protect\persona\space abbreviation is undefined}{}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter \DRM@persona@number@quinquies
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Expand the abbreviation.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@persona@number@quinquies{\@nameuse {DRM@\DRM@@}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \subsection{Processing the speech-heading}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@process@persona
+ \def \DRM@options@SD {}%
+ \let \next = \DRM@process@persona@bis
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Within a SD, generate the second sub-argument.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@withinSD
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \DRM@FaciesPersonae@second \DRM@persona@second \DRM@persona@first
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Within another |\persona|, generate the first sub-argument.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@withinPersona
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \DRM@persona@first
+ \else
+ \xdef \DRM@speech@lines {\ifTXN@withinVersus 1\else 2\fi}%
+ \ifhmode
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check for more than one |\persona| in the heading.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \PTR@box@ind > \PTR@box@line
+ \if\TXN@num {PTR@box@type\number\PTR@box@line}
+ = \PTR@box@persona
+ \let \next = \DRM@process@persona@within@line
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifDRM@first@speech
+ \else
+ \par
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \DRM@first@speechfalse
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% If no text has yet been found on the line, join the |\persona|
+% to the speech-heading; otherwise, generate the usual box for
+% a |\persona| but flag it as `text'.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@within@line {%
+ \xdef \TXN@gtemp {\DRM@persona@first}%
+ \xdef \TXN@gtemp@bis {\DRM@persona@second}%
+ \PTR@close@box \PTR@box@text \empty
+ \edef \DRM@persona@first {\TXN@gtemp}%
+ \edef \DRM@persona@second {\TXN@gtemp@bis}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@ind = \z@
+ \count@ = \PTR@box@ind
+ \advance \count@ by \m@ne
+ \setbox \count@ = \hbox {%
+ \unhbox \count@
+ \unhbox \PTR@box@ind \unskip
+ \DRM@FaciesPersonae@first {\DRM@persona@first}\empty
+ }%
+ \gdef \PTR@ignorespaces {\ignorespaces}%
+ \advance \PTR@box@ind by \m@ne
+ \else
+ \advance \PTR@box@ind by \@ne
+ \setbox \PTR@box@ind = \hbox {%
+ \DRM@SpatiumAntePersonam
+ \DRM@FaciesPersonae@first {\DRM@persona@first}\empty
+ }%
+ \TXN@edef {PTR@box@type\the\PTR@box@ind}{\PTR@box@text}%
+ \fi
+ \PTR@next@box
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Record the position of the speech-heading.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@bis {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@process@persona@bis
+ \ifx \empty \DRM@persona@side
+ \edef \DRM@persona@position {\TXN@o@PersonaNormal}%
+ \else
+ \ifnum \DRM@persona@side = \TXN@centre \TXN@safe
+ \edef \DRM@persona@position {\TXN@o@PersonaCentre}%
+ \else
+ \edef \DRM@persona@position {\TXN@o@PersonaLeft}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \futurelet \DRM@token \DRM@process@persona@checknonspace
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% First check for a comma immediately following the persona, and then
+% (if the |\Facies| |\personae| includes |#2|) for a SD starting
+% with |\[|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@checknonspace {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@process@persona@checknonspace
+ \ifx ,\DRM@token
+ \expandafter \DRM@process@persona@checknonspace@bis
+ \else
+ \expandafter \DRM@process@persona@checknonspace@ter
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Attach the comma to the |\persona| string.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@checknonspace@bis #1{%
+ \edef \DRM@persona@first {\DRM@persona@first #1}%
+ \futurenonspacelet \DRM@token \DRM@process@persona@checkbracketSD
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Fetch the next token.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@checknonspace@ter {%
+ \futurenonspacelet \DRM@token \DRM@process@persona@checkbracketSD
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% Check for a b-SD.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@checkbracketSD {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@process@persona@checkbracketSD
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If a b-SD follows, the |\persona| string will be processed after the
+% b-SD has been read.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \let \next = \DRM@process@persona@check@position
+ \DRM@initial@bracketSDfalse
+ \ifx \[\DRM@token
+ \ifDRM@bracketSD@in@persona
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\DRM@persona@first}%
+ \ifdim \wd\z@ = \z@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% |\0| and |\00| get special treatment.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \global \TXN@blank@linefalse
+ \DRM@initial@bracketSDtrue
+ \else
+ \global \DRM@persona@bracketSDtrue
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \DRM@initial@bracketSDtrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% Check for a special position of |\persona|. If it is |\centre|,
+% we can typeset the speech-heading here; it is |\left|, we can do
+% this only if we are not in the \textit{Versus} domain (the speech-heading
+% may end up at the start of a fragment of a split line).
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@check@position {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@process@persona@check@position
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \let \next = \DRM@start@speech@versus
+ \if \TXN@o@PersonaCentre \DRM@persona@position
+ \let \next = \DRM@process@persona@position@centre
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \let \next = \DRM@start@speech@prose
+ \if \TXN@o@PersonaLeft\DRM@persona@position
+ \DRM@process@persona@position@left
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@o@PersonaCentre\DRM@persona@position
+ \DRM@process@persona@position@centre
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% Special position: |\centre|.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@position@centre {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@process@persona@position@centre
+ \skip@ = \DRM@persona@offset
+ \advance \skip@ by \skip@
+ \skip@@ = \z@skip
+ \ifdim \skip@ < \z@
+ \skip@@ = -\skip@
+ \skip@ = \z@skip
+ \fi
+ \setbox \DRM@hbox = \hbox to \TXN@measure {%
+ \hfill
+ \hskip \skip@
+ \DRM@FaciesPersonae@first {\DRM@persona@first}\empty
+ \hskip \skip@@
+ \hfill
+ }%
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@was@withinVersustrue
+ \global \PTR@par@startedfalse
+ \global \TXN@after@Spatiumtrue
+ \else
+ \TXN@was@withinVersusfalse
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option p\TXN@numbered@classes
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \prosa
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \DRM@SpatiumSupraPersonam
+ \def \TXN@line@class {p}%
+ \if \TXN@option p\TXN@numbered@classes
+ \leavevmode \box \DRM@hbox \par
+ \else
+ \box \DRM@hbox
+ \fi
+ \def \TXN@line@class {}%
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \DRM@SpatiumInfraPersonam
+ \if \TXN@option p\TXN@numbered@classes
+ \ifTXN@was@withinVersus
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \endprosa
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% Special position: |\left|.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@position@left {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@process@persona@position@left
+ \ifx \DRM@persona@first \DRM@persona@zero@zero
+ \else
+ \setbox \z@ = \vbox {%
+ \hbox to \TXN@measure {%
+ \DRM@FaciesPersonae@first {\DRM@persona@first} \empty
+ \hfil
+ }%
+ }%
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \DRM@SpatiumSupraPersonam
+ \box \z@
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \DRM@SpatiumInfraPersonam
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% We are the start a speech within \textit{Versus}. Fill a box
+% with the speech-heading and continue fetching text from the line.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@start@speech@versus {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@start@speech@versus
+ \ifx \DRM@persona@first \DRM@persona@zero@zero
+ \gdef \DRM@speech@lines {2}%
+ \else
+ \ifx \DRM@persona@first \DRM@persona@zero
+ \gdef \DRM@speech@lines {1}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter
+ \let \expandafter \DRM@save@textus@zero
+ \csname TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies\endcsname
+ \expandafter
+ \let \csname TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies\endcsname = \relax
+ \PTR@start@box
+ \DRM@FaciesPersonae@first {\DRM@persona@first} \empty
+ \PTR@close@box \PTR@box@persona \DRM@persona@position
+ \expandafter
+ \let \csname TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies\endcsname
+ = \DRM@save@textus@zero
+ \ifx \empty \DRM@persona@field
+ \else
+ \DRM@persona@inside@field
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \PTR@next@box
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The |\persona| box is unpacked and re-packed inside the field.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@persona@inside@field {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@persona@inside@field
+ \dimen@ = \DRM@persona@field
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\PTR@box@ind
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > \z@
+ \dimen@@ = \dimen@
+ \divide \dimen@@ by \tw@
+ \def \TXN@glue@left {}%
+ \def \TXN@glue@right {}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedLeft \DRM@persona@flags
+ \edef \TXN@glue@right {\kern \the\dimen@@\relax}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedRight \DRM@persona@flags
+ \edef \TXN@glue@left {\kern \the\dimen@@\relax}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@glue@right {\kern \the\dimen@\relax}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@glue@left {\kern \dimen@\relax}%
+ \fi
+ \setbox \PTR@box@ind = \hbox {%
+ \TXN@glue@left \unhbox \PTR@box@ind \TXN@glue@right}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% We are at the start of a speech outside \textit{Versus}. Typeset
+% the speech-heading (possibly packing it inside a field) and
+% set the formatting parameters for the speech.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@start@speech@prose {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@start@speech@prose
+ \ifx \empty \DRM@persona@side
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \DRM@SpatiumSupraPersonam
+ \def \TXN@glue@left {}%
+ \def \TXN@glue@right {}%
+ \ifx \empty \DRM@persona@field
+ \setbox \DRM@hbox = \hbox \bgroup
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedRight \DRM@persona@flags
+ \def \TXN@glue@left {\hfil}%
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedLeft \DRM@persona@flags
+ \def \TXN@glue@right {\hfil}%
+ \fi
+ \setbox \DRM@hbox = \hbox to \DRM@persona@field \bgroup
+ \fi
+ \TXN@glue@left
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\DRM@persona@first}%
+ \ifdim \wd\z@ = \z@
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@parm@i {\DRM@persona@first}%
+ \DRM@FaciesPersonae@first \TXN@parm@i \empty
+ \fi
+ \TXN@glue@right
+ \egroup
+ \fi
+ \everypar = {}%
+ \DRM@FormaPersonae
+ \ifx \DRM@persona@first \DRM@persona@zero@zero
+ \DRM@set@resume@par
+ \DRM@resume@par
+ \else
+ \leavevmode
+ \DRM@set@resume@par
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \DRM@persona@field \unhbox \else \box \fi \DRM@hbox
+ \everypar = {\DRM@resume@par}%
+ \ignorespaces
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A speech may be interrupted (for instance, by a SD) and, on
+% resumption, we must set the appropriate formatting parameters.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@set@resume@par {%
+ \def \DRM@resume@par {}%
+ \ifdim \parindent > \z@
+ \parindent = \z@
+ \else
+ \ifnum \hangafter > \z@
+ \edef \DRM@resume@par {\hangindent = \the\hangindent \hangafter = \z@}%
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \hangafter < \z@
+ \edef \DRM@resume@par {\hangindent = \z@ \hangafter = \z@}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \leftskip = \z@
+ \else
+ \edef \DRM@resume@par {\leftskip \the\leftskip \DRM@resume@par}%
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \rightskip = \z@
+ \else
+ \edef \DRM@resume@par {\rightskip \the\rightskip \DRM@resume@par}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx \DRM@persona@first \DRM@persona@zero@zero
+ \ifnum \hangafter > \z@
+ \hangafter = \z@
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \hangafter < \z@
+ \hangafter = \z@
+ \hangindent = \z@
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \parindent > \z@
+ \parindent = \z@
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Processing the \TXN@cmd{aparte} command}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\aparte} {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \expandafter \DRM@aparte
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {aparte}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {DRM}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% We just set a switch, which is tested in |\DRM@splitPersona|.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@aparte {\DRM@aparte@personatrue}
+\def \DRM@setFacies@aparte #1{%
+ \def \DRM@FaciesAparte {#1\relax}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \section{Bracketed stage directions (b-SD)}
+% \subsection{Processing a b-SD}
+%
+% A b-SD is saved in this token register because it may have to be
+% typeset again.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newtoks \DRM@toks@SD
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \[{\DRM@inner@bracketSD}%
+\def \]{}
+\def \DRM@inner@bracketSD {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \expandafter \DRM@bracketSD
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {bracketSD}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {DRM}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% Check for options.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@bracketSD {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@bracketSD
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@drive@out
+ \global \TXN@drive@outfalse
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If we are within |\versus|, close the current box, if any, and
+% restore the usual meaning of CR while the argument is read.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \DRM@bracketSD@versus
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Redefine the delimiters in order to trap errors.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \outer \def \[{\relax}%
+ \outer \def \({\relax}%
+ \outer \def \){\relax}%
+ \edef \DRM@opening@delimiter@line {\the\inputlineno}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \def \DRM@delimiter {]}%
+ \let \DRM@cs = \DRM@bracketSD@bis
+ \DRM@check@options
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The test is placed in a macro because |\ifPTR@par@started| may be undefined
+% and cause an error when TeX is skipping over conditional text.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@bracketSD@versus {%
+ \ifPTR@par@started
+ \egroup
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@ind > \z@
+ \advance \PTR@box@ind by \@ne
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \TXN@normalCR
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% On return from checking the options (if any) we come here.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@bracketSD@bis {\DRM@bracketSDSD}
+\long \def \DRM@bracketSDSD #1\]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@bracketSDSD
+% \end{macrocode}
+% First, re-insert any tokens gobbled up while searching for options.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \DRM@toks@SD = \expandafter {\the\DRM@toks@SD#1}%
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {[\DRM@options@SD\DRM@optionsBracketSD}%
+ \if \TXN@option n\DRM@options@SD
+ \if \TXN@option t\DRM@options@SD
+ \else
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {t\DRM@options@SD}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifDRM@initial@bracketSD
+ \DRM@initial@bracketSDfalse
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {a\DRM@options@SD}%
+ \fi
+ \def \[{\DRM@inner@bracketSD}%
+ \def \({\DRM@inner@parenthesisSD}%
+ \def \){\DRM@standalone@post}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Restore the normal environment.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@activeCR
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check the b-SD type.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifDRM@persona@bracketSD
+ \let \next = \DRM@process@persona@and@bracketSD
+ \else
+ \let \next = \DRM@process@normal@bracketSD
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \else
+ \ifvmode
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@EmbeddedSD \DRM@options@SD
+ \else
+ \let \next = \DRM@process@standalone@bracketSD
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A b-SD appearing immediately after |\persona|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@and@bracketSD {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@process@persona@and@bracketSD
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {\TXN@o@EmbeddedSD\TXN@o@InitialSD\DRM@options@SD}%
+ \if \TXN@o@PersonaLeft \DRM@persona@position
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {\TXN@o@PersonaLeft\DRM@options@SD}%
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@o@PersonaCentre\DRM@persona@position
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {\TXN@o@PersonaCentre\DRM@options@SD}%
+ \fi
+ \global \DRM@persona@bracketSDfalse
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\DRM@persona@first}%
+ \ifdim \wd \z@ = \z@
+ \def \TXN@parm@i {}%
+ \def \TXN@parm@ii {\DRM@FaciesBracketSD{\the\DRM@toks@SD}}%
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@parm@i {\DRM@persona@first}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\DRM@toks@SD}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@temp
+ \def \TXN@parm@ii {}%
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoSpatiumAnte \DRM@options@SD
+ \def \TXN@parm@ii {\DRM@FaciesBracketSD{\the\DRM@toks@SD}}%
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@parm@ii {\DRM@SpatiumAnteBracketSD%
+ \DRM@FaciesBracketSD{\the\DRM@toks@SD}}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \let \next = \DRM@process@persona@and@bracketSD@normal
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \if \TXN@o@PersonaCentre \DRM@persona@position
+ \let \next = \DRM@process@persona@and@bracketSD@special
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@o@PersonaNormal \DRM@persona@position
+ \else
+ \let \next = \DRM@process@persona@and@bracketSD@special
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A b-SD appearing immediately after |\persona|, with the default
+% speech-heading style.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@and@bracketSD@normal {%
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \PTR@start@box
+ \else
+ \endgraf
+ \DRM@FormaPersonae
+ \ifx \DRM@persona@first \DRM@persona@zero@zero
+ \DRM@set@resume@par
+ \DRM@resume@par
+ \fi
+% \DRM@SpatiumAntePersonam
+ \fi
+ \begingroup
+ \def \\{}%
+ \DRM@FaciesPersonae@first {\TXN@parm@i}{\TXN@parm@ii}%
+ \endgroup
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \PTR@close@box \PTR@box@persona@bracketSD \DRM@options@SD
+ \TXN@edef {PTR@box@toks\the\PTR@box@ind}{\the\DRM@toks@SD}%
+ \def \DRM@options@SD {}%
+ \gdef \PTR@ignorespaces {\ignorespaces}%
+ \expandafter \PTR@next@box
+ \else
+ \def \DRM@options@SD {}%
+ \expandafter \DRM@process@persona@and@bracketSD@resume
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% A b-SD appearing immediately after |\persona|, with a special
+% speech-heading style.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@and@bracketSD@special {%
+ \def \TXN@entity@code {p}%
+ \DRM@standalone@pre
+ \if \TXN@o@PersonaCentre \DRM@persona@position
+ \ifdim \DRM@persona@offset = \z@
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \DRM@persona@offset
+ \advance \leftskip by 2\dimen@
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \DRM@FaciesPersonae@first \TXN@parm@i \TXN@parm@ii
+ \DRM@standalone@post
+ \def \DRM@options@SD {}%
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \else
+ \gdef \PTR@ignorespaces {\ignorespaces}%
+ \expandafter \DRM@process@persona@and@bracketSD@resume
+ \fi
+}
+\def \DRM@process@persona@and@bracketSD@resume {%
+ \DRM@set@resume@par
+ \everypar = {\DRM@resume@par}%
+ \ignorespaces
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A detached b-SD: use the same code as for a p-SD.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@standalone@bracketSD {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@process@standalone@bracketSD
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {\TXN@o@DetachedSD\DRM@options@SD}%
+ \def \TXN@entity@code {[}%
+ \DRM@standalone@pre
+ \DRM@FaciesBracketSD{\the\DRM@toks@SD}%
+ \DRM@standalone@post
+ \def \DRM@options@SD {}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A normal bracket, occurring within the speech.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@process@normal@bracketSD {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@process@normal@bracketSD
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \ifTXN@blank@line
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@EmbeddedSD \DRM@options@SD
+ \else
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {\TXN@o@DetachedSD\DRM@options@SD}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@DetachedSD \DRM@options@SD
+ \global \TXN@blank@linetrue
+ \else
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {\TXN@o@EmbeddedSD\DRM@options@SD}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \PTR@start@box
+ \else
+ \leavevmode
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {\TXN@o@EmbeddedSD\DRM@options@SD}%
+ \begingroup
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RightSD \DRM@options@SD
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A b-SD that is to be `rangedright' in prose needs a special trick
+% to place it at the end of the final line of the paragraph.
+% The trick is straight from the \textit{The \TeX{}book} (page 106).
+% Here is the first part:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \unskip \nobreak \hfil \penalty50 \DRM@SpatiumAnteBracketSD
+ \hbox {}\nobreak \hfil
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoSpatiumAnte \DRM@options@SD
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \DRM@persona@field
+ \unskip \DRM@SpatiumAnteBracketSD
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@FieldAutoWidth \DRM@options@SD
+ \else
+ \unskip \DRM@SpatiumAnteBracketSD
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \def \\{}%
+ \DRM@FaciesBracketSD {\the\DRM@toks@SD}%
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \PTR@close@box \PTR@box@bracketSD \DRM@options@SD
+ \TXN@edef {PTR@box@toks\the\PTR@box@ind}{\the\DRM@toks@SD}%
+ \gdef \PTR@ignorespaces {\ignorespaces}%
+ \def \DRM@options@SD {}%
+ \expandafter \PTR@next@box
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoSpatiumPost \DRM@options@SD
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RightSD \DRM@options@SD
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The second part of the trick for a `rangedright' b-SD.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \parfillskip= \z@skip
+ \finalhyphendemerits = \z@
+ \par
+ \else
+ \DRM@SpatiumPostBracketSD
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+ \def \DRM@options@SD {}%
+ \expandafter \ignorespaces
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Setting the b-SD attributes}
+% \paragraph{Facies}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setFacies@bracketSD #1{%
+ \def \DRM@FaciesBracketSD ##1{%
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@withinSDtrue
+ \DRM@ifthenelse
+ #1\relax
+ \endgroup
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{Forma}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setForma@bracketSD #1{%
+ \def \TXN@temp ##1{#1}%
+ \TXN@check@parm 1\TXN@temp
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PackageError {DRAMA}
+ {You cannot use a parameter within \MessageBreak
+ the argument of \protect\Forma\protect\[}%
+ {See the User Manual}%
+ \fi
+ \def \DRM@FormaBracketSD {%
+ \global \TXN@centrefinalfalse
+ #1\relax
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{Modus}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@optionsBracketSD {}
+\def \DRM@setModus@bracketSD #1{%
+ \gdef \TXN@gtemp {}%
+ \begingroup
+ \def \options ##1{\xdef\TXN@gtemp{##1\TXN@gtemp}}%
+ \let \option = \options
+ \let \linenumbers = \TXN@setModus@numbered
+ \TXN@toks@a = {}%
+ #1\relax
+ \xdef\TXN@gtemp{\TXN@gtemp\the\TXN@toks@a}%
+ \endgroup
+ \edef \DRM@optionsBracketSD {\TXN@gtemp}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{Spacing}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setSpatiumAnte@bracketSD #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@setSpatiumAnte@bracketSD
+ \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal {#1}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \edef \DRM@SpatiumAnteBracketSD {\the\toks@}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setSpatiumPost@bracketSD #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@setSpatiumPost@bracketSD
+ \TXN@build@spatium@horizontal {#1}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \edef \DRM@SpatiumPostBracketSD {\the\toks@}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setSpatiumSupra@bracketSD #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \def \DRM@SpatiumSupraBracketSD {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#1}%
+ \edef \DRM@SpatiumSupraBracketSD {\TXN@L@spatium}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setSpatiumInfra@bracketSD #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \def \DRM@SpatiumInfraBracketSD {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#1}%
+ \edef \DRM@SpatiumInfraBracketSD {\TXN@L@spatium}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \section{Parenthesized stage directions (p-SD)}
+% \subsection{Processing a p-SD}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \({\DRM@inner@parenthesisSD}
+\def \){}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@inner@parenthesisSD {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \expandafter \DRM@parenthesisSD
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {parenthesisSD}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {DRM}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Setting the p-SD attributes}
+% \paragraph{Facies}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setFacies@parenthesisSD #1{%
+ \def \TXN@temp ##1{#1}%
+ \TXN@check@parm 1\TXN@temp
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PackageError {DRAMA}%
+ {You cannot use a parameter within \MessageBreak
+ the argument of \protect\Facies\space\protect\(}%
+ {See the User Manual}%
+ \fi
+ \def \DRM@FaciesParenthesisSD {%
+ \TXN@withinSDtrue
+ \DRM@ifthenelse
+ #1\relax
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{Forma}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setForma@parenthesisSD #1{%
+ \def \DRM@FormaParenthesisSD {%
+ \TXN@withinSDtrue
+ \global \TXN@centrefinalfalse
+ \DRM@ifthenelse
+ #1\relax
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{Modus}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@optionsParenthesisSD {}
+\def \DRM@setModus@parenthesisSD #1{%
+ \gdef \TXN@gtemp {}%
+ \begingroup
+ \def \options ##1{\xdef\TXN@gtemp{##1\TXN@gtemp}}%
+ \let \option = \options
+ \TXN@toks@a = {}%
+ #1\relax
+ \xdef\TXN@gtemp{\TXN@gtemp\the\TXN@toks@a}%
+ \endgroup
+ \edef \DRM@optionsParenthesisSD {\TXN@gtemp}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \paragraph{Spacing}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setSpatiumSupra@parenthesisSD #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \def \DRM@SpatiumSupraParenthesisSD {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#1}%
+ \edef \DRM@SpatiumSupraParenthesisSD {\TXN@L@spatium}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@setSpatiumInfra@parenthesisSD #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \def \DRM@SpatiumInfraParenthesisSD {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#1}%
+ \edef \DRM@SpatiumInfraParenthesisSD {\TXN@L@spatium}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@parenthesisSD {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@parenthesisSD
+ \endgraf
+ \def \DRM@delimiter {)}%
+ \let \DRM@cs = \DRM@parenthesisSD@bis
+ \DRM@check@options
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% On return from checking the options (if any) we come here.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@parenthesisSD@bis {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@parenthesisSD@bis
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {(\DRM@options@SD\DRM@optionsParenthesisSD}%
+ \if \TXN@option n\DRM@options@SD
+ \if \TXN@option t\DRM@options@SD
+ \else
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {t\DRM@options@SD}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \def \TXN@entity@code {(}%
+ \DRM@standalone@pre
+ \edef \DRM@opening@delimiter@line {\the\inputlineno}%
+ \def \[{\DRM@missing@delimiter}%
+ \def \({\DRM@missing@delimiter}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We re-inject any tokens that may have been gobbled while
+% loking for options.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \strut \hskip \z@
+ \expandafter \ignorespaces \the\DRM@toks@SD
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The text of the SD is processed directly (it cannot be read as
+% a parameter as there is no a priori limit on its length).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \def \){\DRM@standalone@post}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The SD delimiters are not properly nested.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@missing@delimiter {%
+ \PackageError {DRAMA}
+ {No matching \protect\) found for the \protect\(\space
+ command on line \number \DRM@opening@delimiter@line}%
+ {You probably forgot to type \protect\)\space
+ at the end of the SD}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \section{Common code for both forms of stage directions}
+%
+% \subsection{Getting the options (if any).}
+%
+% On entry: |\DRM@delimiter| is the closing character ] or );
+% |\DRM@cs| is the control sequence to be invoked after checking.
+%
+% On exit: |\DRM@options@SD|: the options;
+% |\DRM@toks@SD|: contains any tokens read while looking
+% for (non-existent) options, which must be re-injected into the input.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@check@options {%
+ \DRM@toks@SD = {}%
+ \def \DRM@options@SD {}%
+ \count@ = \z@
+ \DRM@check@options@bis
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@check@options@bis {%
+ \futurelet \TXN@token \DRM@check@options@ter}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@check@options@ter {%
+ \let \next = \DRM@cs
+ \expandafter
+ \ifx \DRM@delimiter \TXN@token
+ \DRM@toks@SD = {}%
+ \let \next = \DRM@check@options@quinquies
+ \else
+ \ifx \TXN@token \relax
+ \def \DRM@options@SD {}%
+ \else
+ \ifcat a\TXN@token\TXN@safe
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \ifnum \count@ > \sixt@@n
+ \def \DRM@options@SD {}%
+ \else
+ \let \next = \DRM@check@options@quater
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \def \DRM@options@SD {}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@check@options@quater #1{%
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {\DRM@options@SD#1}%
+ \DRM@toks@SD = \expandafter {\the\DRM@toks@SD#1}%
+ \DRM@check@options@bis
+}
+\def \DRM@check@options@quinquies #1{\DRM@cs}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \subsection{Making the options available to the user}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@ifthenelse {\DRM@set@options}
+\def \DRM@isopt #1{%
+ \if \TXN@empty {DRM@optSD@#1}%
+ \z@ = \z@
+ \else
+ \z@ = \@ne
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@set@options {%
+ \let \DRM@save@isopt = \isopt
+ \let \isopt = \DRM@isopt
+ \expandafter \DRM@set@option@bis \DRM@options@SD \TXN@nil
+}
+\def \DRM@set@option@bis #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \TXN@def {DRM@optSD@#1}{}%
+ \expandafter \DRM@set@option@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@reset@options {%
+ \let \isopt = \DRM@save@isopt
+ \expandafter \DRM@reset@option@bis \DRM@options@SD \TXN@nil
+}
+\def \DRM@reset@option@bis #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \TXN@def {DRM@optSD@#1}{\relax}%
+ \expandafter \DRM@reset@option@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \subsection{Typesetting a detached SD (also used for a speech)}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifDRM@suspended@prosa
+\newif \ifDRM@first@paragraph
+\newif \ifDRM@not@first@indent
+\newif \ifTXN@was@lineating
+\newtoks \DRM@save@everypar
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The code preceding the text.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@standalone@pre {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@standalone@pre
+ \global \DRM@save@everypar = \everypar
+ \TXN@was@lineatingfalse
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@was@withinVersustrue
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@entity@code\TXN@numbered@classes
+ \global \PTR@par@startedfalse
+ \prosa
+ \else
+ \PTR@par@startedfalse
+ \endVersus
+ \ifTXNl@lineating
+ \TXN@was@lineatingtrue
+ \TXNl@lineate \relax
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@was@withinVersusfalse
+ \ifTXNl@lineating
+ \TXN@was@lineatingtrue
+ \TXNl@lineate \relax
+ \fi
+ \dimen@ = \baselineskip
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\prevdepth
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\ht\strutbox
+ \vskip \dimen@
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if p\TXN@entity@code
+ \def \TXN@entity {Personam}%
+ \else
+ \if [\TXN@entity@code
+ \def \TXN@entity {BracketSD}%
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@entity {ParenthesisSD}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \def \[{\DRM@inner@bracketSD}%
+ \def \({\DRM@inner@parenthesisSD}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set SpatiumSupra
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoSpatiumSupra \DRM@options@SD
+ \else
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \csname DRM@SpatiumSupra\TXN@entity\endcsname
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Determine the paragraph shape
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \begingroup
+ \let \DRM@Forma = \relax
+ \TXN@nostyletrue
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@Justified \DRM@options@SD
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedRight \DRM@options@SD
+ \let \DRM@Forma = \rangedright
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedLeft \DRM@options@SD
+ \let \DRM@Forma = \rangedleft
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@Centred \DRM@options@SD
+ \let \DRM@Forma = \centered
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@CentredFinal \DRM@options@SD
+ \let \DRM@Forma = \centeredfinal
+ \else
+ \TXN@nostylefalse
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \if p\TXN@entity@code
+ \else
+ \@nameuse {DRM@Forma\TXN@entity}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@nostylefalse
+ \DRM@Forma
+ \edef \TXN@line@class {\TXN@entity@code}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@centrefinal
+ \global \setbox \DRM@vbox = \vbox \bgroup
+ \let \\= \TXN@esc@esc@break@noop
+ \else
+ \let \\= \TXN@esc@esc@break
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \hsize = \TXN@measure
+ \parindent = \z@
+ \everypar = {}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if [\TXN@entity@code
+ \ifTXN@was@withinVersus
+ \PTR@get@speech@indent \empty
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]offset@\TXN@folio}%
+ \global \advance \PTR@speech@indent by \dimen@
+ \advance \leftskip by \PTR@speech@indent
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@FullWidth \DRM@options@SD
+ \else
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]shift}%
+ \advance \leftskip by \dimen@
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \if (\TXN@entity@code
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@FullWidth \DRM@options@SD
+ \skip@ = \leftskip
+ \dimen@ = \skip@
+ \advance \skip@ by -\dimen@
+ \leftskip = \skip@
+ \skip@ = \rightskip
+ \dimen@ = \skip@
+ \advance \skip@ by -\dimen@
+ \rightskip = \skip@
+ \hsize = \textwidth
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \if (\TXN@entity@code
+ \DRM@FaciesParenthesisSD
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoHangindent \DRM@options@SD
+ \hangindent = \z@
+ \hangafter = \@ne
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoFirstIndent \DRM@options@SD
+ \global \DRM@not@first@indenttrue
+ \else
+ \global \DRM@not@first@indentfalse
+ \fi
+ \TXN@leftskip = \leftskip
+ \TXN@rightskip = \rightskip
+ \TXN@hangindent = \hangindent
+ \TXN@hangafter = \hangafter sp \TXN@safe
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Allow |\textus| objects (typically act/scene) to be attached to
+% p-SD, even if not numbered.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@entity@code\TXN@numbered@classes
+ \else
+ \if (\TXN@entity@code
+ \setbox \TXN@marginalia = \null
+ \TXN@SimpleList \TXN@line@fields \z@
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\z@,\z@}%
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@line@fields \TXN@temp
+ \TXN@attach@textus {\z@}%
+ \ifdim \wd\TXN@object@textus > \z@
+ \box \TXN@marginalia
+ {\par}% in braces to preserve the paragraph shape
+ \vskip -\baselineskip
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \global \DRM@first@paragraphtrue
+ \everypar = {%
+ \prevgraf = \the\prevgraf
+ \leftskip = \TXN@leftskip
+ \rightskip = \TXN@rightskip
+ \hangindent = \TXN@hangindent
+ \hangafter = \ifDRM@first@paragraph \TXN@hangafter\else \z@\fi
+ \ifDRM@first@paragraph
+ \ifDRM@not@first@indent
+ \setbox\z@ = \lastbox
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \global \DRM@first@paragraphfalse
+ }%
+ \widowpenalty = \z@
+ \clubpenalty = \z@
+ \strut
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The code following the text.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \DRM@standalone@post {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \DRM@standalone@post
+ \global \TXN@baselineskip = \baselineskip
+ \strut
+ \xdef \TXN@badness {\the\badness}%
+ \par
+ \xdef \TXN@prevgraf {\the\prevgraf}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@badness < \badness
+ \xdef \TXN@badness {\the\badness}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@centrefinal
+ \egroup
+ \fi
+ \endgroup
+ \ifnum \TXN@badness < \@M
+ \ifTXN@centrefinal
+ \edef \TXN@line@class {\TXN@entity@code}
+ \global \TXN@centrefinalfalse
+ \TXN@dim@a = \wd\DRM@vbox
+ \loop
+ \ifvbox \DRM@vbox
+ \setbox \tw@ = \vbox{%
+ \vbadness = \@M
+ \splittopskip = \z@
+ \global \setbox \@ne = \vsplit \DRM@vbox to \TXN@baselineskip
+ \global \setbox \DRM@vbox = \box \DRM@vbox
+ \unvbox \@ne \global \setbox \@ne = \lastbox
+ }%
+ \setbox \DRM@hbox = \box \@ne
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifvbox \DRM@vbox
+ \ifnum \TXN@prevgraf = \tw@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\unhbox \DRM@hbox \unskip \unskip \unpenalty}%
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@dim@a
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\leftskip
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\rightskip
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\z@
+ \divide \dimen@ by \tw@
+ \dimen@@ = \dimen@
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\leftskip
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\rightskip
+ \setbox \DRM@hbox = \hbox {\kern \dimen@@ \box \z@ \kern \dimen@}%
+ \fi
+ \leavevmode \box \DRM@hbox \par
+ \repeat
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp {speech}%
+ \if [\TXN@entity@code
+ \def \TXN@temp {b-SD}%
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp {p-SD}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@Warning* {The \TXN@temp\space cannot be typeset properly}%
+ \fi
+ \def \TXN@line@class{}%
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \if p\TXN@entity@code
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoSpatiumInfra \DRM@options@SD
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \expandafter
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \csname DRM@SpatiumInfra\TXN@entity\endcsname
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if (\TXN@entity@code
+ \DRM@reset@options
+ \def \DRM@options@SD {}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Restore the initial conditions
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \everypar = \DRM@save@everypar
+ \ifTXN@was@lineating
+ \TXNl@lineate \TXN@process@line
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@was@withinVersus
+ \endgraf
+ \global \TXN@after@Spatiumtrue
+ \if [\TXN@entity@code
+ \endgraf
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@entity@code\TXN@numbered@classes
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \endprosa
+ \else
+ \TXN@exxxpandafter \versus
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%% \Finale
+%
+\endinput
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+\ExampleTitle [i]{Torquato Tasso}
+ {Aminta}
+ {Aminta\\[.5ex]Biblioteca Universale Rizzoli, 1976}
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+\persona*[1]{Amore}
+\persona*[2]{Dafne}
+\persona*[3]{Silvia}
+\persona*[4]{Aminta}
+\persona*[5]{Tirsi}
+\persona*[6]{Satiro}
+\persona*[7]{Nerina}
+\persona*[8]{Elpino}
+\persona*[9]{Coro}
+\persona*[10]{Ergasto}
+
+\Versus
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+\titulus{{\RelSize{3}AMINTA}\\[4ex]\RelSize{2}\itshape FAVOLA BOSCARECCIA}
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+\1, in abito pastorale;
+\2, compagna di Silvia;
+\3, amata da Aminta;
+\4, innamorato di Silvia;
+\5, compagno d'Aminta;
+\6, innamorato di Silvia;
+\7, messaggera;
+\10, nunzio;
+\8, pastore;
+\9 de' pastori.
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+\persona{Amore \textit{in abito pastorale}}
+ Chi crederia che sotto umane forme
+ e sotto queste pastorali spoglie
+ fosse nascosto un Dio? non mica un Dio
+ selvaggio, o de la plebe de gli Dei,
+ ma tra' grandi e celesti il pi\`u potente,
+ che fa spesso cader di mano a Marte
+ la sanguinosa spada, ed a Nettuno
+ scotitor de la terra il gran tridente,
+ ed i folgori eterni al sommo Giove.
+ In questo aspetto, certo, e in questi panni
+ non riconoscer\`a s\`{\i} di leggiero
+ Venere madre me suo figlio Amore.
+ Io da lei son constretto di fuggire
+ e celarmi da lei, perch'ella vuole
+ ch'io di me stesso e de le mie saette
+ faccia a suo senno; e, qual femina, e quale
+ vana ed ambiziosa, mi rispinge
+ pur tra le corti e tra corone e scettri,
+ e quivi vuol che impieghi ogni mia prova,
+ e solo al volgo de' ministri miei,
+ miei minori fratelli, ella consente
+ l'albergar tra le selve ed oprar l'armi
+ ne' rozzi petti. Io, che non son fanciullo,
+ se ben ho volto fanciullesco ed atti,
+ voglio dispor di me come a me piace;
+ ch'a me fu, non a lei, concessa in sorte
+ la face onnipotente, e l'arco d'oro.
+ Per\`o spesso celandomi, e fuggendo
+ l'imperio no, che in me non ha, ma i preghi,
+ c'han forza porti da importuna madre,
+ ricovero ne' boschi, e ne le case
+ de le genti minute; ella mi segue,
+ dar promettendo, a chi m'insegna a lei,
+ o dolci baci, o cosa altra pi\`u cara:
+ quasi io di dare in cambio non sia buono,
+ a chi mi tace, o mi nasconde a lei,
+ o dolci baci, o cosa altra pi\`u cara.
+ Questo io so certo almen: che i baci miei
+ saran sempre pi\`u cari a le fanciulle,
+ se io, che son l'Amor, d'amor m'intendo;
+ onde sovente ella mi cerca in vano,
+ che rivelarmi altri non vuole, e tace.
+ Ma per istarne anco pi\`u occulto, ond'ella
+ ritrovar non mi possa ai contrasegni,
+ deposto ho l'ali, la faretra e l'arco.
+ Non per\`o disarmato io qui ne vengo,
+ ch\'e questa, che par verga, \`e la mia face
+ (cos\`{\i} l'ho trasformata), e tutta spira
+ d'invisibili fiamme; e questo dardo,
+ se bene egli non ha la punta d'oro,
+ \`e di tempre divine, e imprime amore
+ dovunque fiede. Io voglio oggi con questo
+ far cupa e immedicabile ferita
+ nel duro sen de la pi\`u cruda ninfa
+ che mai seguisse il coro di Diana.
+ N\'e la piaga di Silvia fia minore
+ (ch\'e questo \`e 'l nome de l'alpestre ninfa)
+ che fosse quella che pur feci io stesso
+ nel molle sen d'Aminta, or son molt'anni,
+ quando lei tenerella ei tenerello
+ seguiva ne le caccie e ne i diporti.
+ E, perch\'e il colpo mio pi\`u in lei s'interni,
+ aspetter\`o che la piet\`a mollisca
+ quel duro gelo che d'intorno al core
+ l'ha ristretto il rigor de l'onestate
+ e del virginal fasto; ed in quel punto
+ ch'ei fia pi\`u molle, lancerogli il dardo.
+ E, per far s\`{\i} bell'opra a mio grand'agio,
+ io ne vo a mescolarmi infra la turba
+ de' pastori festanti e coronati,
+ che gi\`a qui s'\`e inviata, ove a diporto
+ si sta ne' d\`{\i} solenni, esser fingendo
+ uno di loro schiera: e in questo luogo,
+ in questo luogo a punto io far\`o il colpo,
+ che veder non potrallo occhio mortale.
+ Queste selve oggi ragionar d'Amore
+ s'udranno in nuova guisa; e ben parrassi
+ che la mia deit\`a sia qui presente
+ in se medesma, e non ne' suoi ministri.
+ Spirer\`o nobil sensi a' rozzi petti,
+ raddolcir\`o de le lor lingue il suono;
+ perch\'e, ovunque i' mi sia, io sono Amore,
+ ne' pastori non men che ne gli eroi,
+ e la disagguaglianza de' soggetti
+ come a me piace agguaglio; e questa \`e pure
+ suprema gloria e gran miracol mio:
+ render simili a le pi\`u dotte cetre
+ le rustiche sampogne; e, se mia madre,
+ che si sdegna vedermi errar fra' boschi,
+ ci\`o non conosce, \`e cieca ella, e non io,
+ cui cieco a torto il cieco volgo appella.
+
+\newpage
+
+\Atto
+
+\Scena
+\(\2, \3\)
+
+\2 Vorrai dunque pur, Silvia,
+ dai piaceri di Venere lontana
+ menarne tu questa tua giovinezza?
+ N\'e 'l dolce nome di madre udirai,
+ n\'e intorno ti vedrai vezzosamente
+ scherzar i figli pargoletti? Ah, cangia,
+ cangia, prego, consiglio,
+ pazzarella che sei.
+\3 Altri segua i diletti de l'amore,
+ se pur v'\`e ne l'amor alcun diletto:
+ me questa vita giova, e 'l mio trastullo
+ \`e la cura de l'arco e de gli strali;
+ seguir le fere fugaci, e le forti
+ atterrar combattendo; e, se non mancano
+ saette a la faretra, o fere al bosco,
+ non tem'io che a me manchino diporti.
+ \2 Insipidi diporti veramente,
+ ed insipida vita: e, s'a te piace,
+ \`e sol perch\'e non hai provata l'altra.
+ Cos\`{\i} la gente prima, che gi\`a visse
+ nel mondo ancora semplice ed infante,
+ stim\`o dolce bevanda e dolce cibo
+ l'acqua e le ghiande, ed or l'acqua e le ghiande
+ sono cibo e bevanda d'animali,
+ poi che s'\`e posto in uso il grano e l'uva.
+ Forse, se tu gustassi anco una volta
+ la millesima parte de le gioie
+ che gusta un cor amato riamando,
+ diresti, ripentita, sospirando:
+ ``Perduto \`e tutto il tempo,
+ che in amar non si spende''.
+ O mia fuggita etate,
+ quante vedove notti,
+ quanti d\`{\i} solitari
+ ho consumati indarno,
+ che si poteano impiegar in quest'uso,
+ il qual pi\`u replicato \`e pi\`u soave!
+ Cangia, cangia consiglio,
+ pazzarella che sei,
+ ch\'e 'l pentirsi da sezzo nulla giova.
+
+ \3 Quando io dir\`o, pentita, sospirando,
+ queste parole che tu fingi ed orni
+ come a te piace, torneranno i fiumi,
+ a le lor fonti, e i lupi fuggiranno
+ da gli agni, e 'l veltro le timide lepri,
+ amer\`a l'orso il mare, e 'l delfin l'alpi.
+
+ \2 Conosco la ritrosa fanciullezza:
+ qual tu sei, tal io fui: cos\`{\i} portava
+ la vita e 'l volto, e cos\`{\i} biondo il crine,
+ e cos\`{\i} vermigliuzza avea la bocca,
+ e cos\`{\i} mista col candor la rosa
+ ne le guancie pienotte e delicate.
+ Era il mio sommo gusto (or me n'avveggio,
+ gusto di sciocca) sol tender le reti,
+ ed invescar le panie, ed aguzzare
+ il dardo ad una cote, e spiar l'orme
+ e 'l covil de le fere: e, se talora
+ vedea guatarmi da cupido amante,
+ chinava gli occhi rustica e selvaggia,
+ piena di sdegno e di vergogna, e m'era
+ mal grata la mia grazia, e dispiacente
+ quanto di me piaceva altrui: pur come
+ fosse mia colpa e mia onta e mio scorno
+ l'esser guardata, amata e desiata.
+ Ma che non puote il tempo? e che non puote,
+ servendo, meritando, supplicando,
+ fare un fedele ed importuno amante?
+ Fui vinta, io te 'l confesso, e furon l'armi
+ del vincitore umilt\`a, sofferenza,
+ pianti, sospiri, e dimandar mercede.
+ Mostrommi l'ombra d'una breve notte
+ allora quel che 'l lungo corso e 'l lume
+ di mille giorni non m'avea mostrato;
+ ripresi allor me stessa e la mia cieca
+ simplicitate, e dissi sospirando:
+ ``Eccoti, Cinzia, il corno, eccoti l'arco,
+ ch'io rinunzio i tuoi strali e la tua vita''.
+ Cos\`{\i} spero veder ch'anco il tuo Aminta
+ pur un giorno domestichi la tua
+ rozza salvatichezza, ed ammollisca
+ questo tuo cor di ferro e di macigno.
+ Forse ch'ei non \`e bello? o ch'ei non t'ama?
+ o ch'altri lui non ama? o ch'ei si cambia
+ per l'amor d'altri? over per l'odio tuo?
+ forse ch'in gentilezza egli ti cede?
+ Se tu sei figlia di Cidippe, a cui
+ fu padre il Dio di questo nobil fiume,
+ ed egli \`e figlio di Silvano, a cui
+ Pane fu padre, il gran Dio de' pastori.
+ Non \`e men di te bella, se ti guardi
+ dentro lo specchio mai d'alcuna fonte,
+ la candida Amarilli; e pur ei sprezza
+ le sue dolci lusinghe, e segue i tuoi
+ dispettosi fastidi. Or fingi (e voglia
+ pur Dio che questo fingere sia vano)
+ ch'egli, teco sdegnato, al fin procuri
+ ch'a lui piaccia colei cui tanto ei piace:
+ qual animo fia il tuo? o con quali occhi
+ il vedrai fatto altrui? fatto felice
+ ne l'altrui braccia, e te schernir ridendo?
+
+ \3 Faccia Aminta di s\'e e de' suoi amori
+ quel ch'a lui piace: a me nulla ne cale;
+ e, pur che non sia mio, sia di chi vuole;
+ ma esser non pu\`o mio, s'io lui non voglio;
+ n\'e, s'anco egli mio fosse, io sarei sua.
+
+ \2 Onde nasce il tuo odio? \\
+
+ \3 Dal suo amore.
+
+ \2 Piacevol padre di figlio crudele.
+ Ma quando mai dai mansueti agnelli
+ nacquer le tigri? o dai bei cigni i corvi?
+ O me inganni, o te stessa. \\
+
+ \3 Odio il suo amore,
+ ch'odia la mia onestate, ed amai lui,
+ mentr'ei volse di me quel ch'io voleva.
+ \2 Tu volevi il tuo peggio: egli a te brama
+ quel ch'a s\'e brama. \\
+
+ \3 Dafne, o taci, o parla
+ d'altro, se vuoi risposta. \\
+
+ \2 Or guata modi!
+ guata che dispettosa giovinetta!
+ Or rispondimi almen: s'altri t'amasse,
+ gradiresti il suo amore in questa guisa?
+
+ \3 In questa guisa gradirei ciascuno
+ insidiator di mia virginitate,
+ che tu dimandi amante, ed io nimico.
+
+ \2 Stimi dunque nemico
+ il monton de l'agnella?
+ de la giovenca il toro?
+ Stimi dunque nemico
+ il tortore a la fida tortorella?
+ Stimi dunque stagione
+ di nimicizia e d'ira
+ la dolce primavera,
+ ch'or allegra e ridente
+ riconsiglia ad amare
+ il mondo e gli animali
+ e gli uomini e le donne? e non t'accorgi
+ come tutte le cose
+ or sono innamorate
+ d'un amor pien di gioia e di salute?
+ Mira l\`a quel colombo
+ con che dolce susurro lusingando
+ bacia la sua compagna.
+ Odi quell'usignuolo
+ che va di ramo in ramo
+ cantando: ``Io amo, io amo''; e, se no 'l sai,
+ la biscia lascia il suo veleno e corre
+ cupida al suo amatore;
+ van le tigri in amore;
+ ama il leon superbo; e tu sol, fiera
+ pi\`u che tutte le fere,
+ albergo gli dineghi nel tuo petto.
+ Ma che dico leoni e tigri e serpi,
+ che pur han sentimento? amano ancora
+ gli alberi. Veder puoi con quanto affetto
+ e con quanti iterati abbracciamenti
+ la vite s'avviticchia al suo marito;
+ l'abete ama l'abete, il pino il pino,
+ l'orno per l'orno e per la salce il salce
+ e l'un per l'altro faggio arde e sospira.
+ Quella quercia, che pare
+ s\`{\i} ruvida e selvaggia,
+ sent'anch'ella il potere
+ de l'amoroso foco; e, se tu avessi
+ spirto e senso d'amore, intenderesti
+ i suoi muti sospiri. Or tu da meno
+ esser vuoi de le piante,
+ per non esser amante?
+ Cangia, cangia consiglio,
+ pazzarella che sei.
+\newpage
+ \3 Or su, quando i sospiri
+ udir\`o de le piante,
+ io son contenta allor d'esser amante.
+
+ \2 Tu prendi a gabbo i miei fidi consigli
+ e burli mie ragioni? O in amore
+ sorda non men che sciocca! Ma va pure,
+ ch\'e verr\`a tempo che ti pentirai
+ non averli seguiti. E gi\`a non dico
+ allor che fuggirai le fonti, ov'ora
+ spesso ti specchi e forse ti vagheggi,
+ allor che fuggirai le fonti, solo
+ per tema di vederti crespa e brutta;
+ questo averratti ben; ma non t'annuncio
+ gi\`a questo solo, ch\'e, bench'\`e gran male,
+ \`e per\`o mal commune. Or non rammenti
+ ci\`o che l'altr'ieri Elpino raccontava,
+ il saggio Elpino a la bella Licori,
+ Licori ch'in Elpin puote con gli occhi
+ quel ch'ei potere in lei dovria col canto,
+ se 'l dovere in amor si ritrovasse?
+ E 'l raccontava udendo Batto e Tirsi
+ gran maestri d'amore, e 'l raccontava
+ ne l'antro de l'Aurora, ove su l'uscio
+ \`e scritto: ``Lungi, ah lungi ite, profani''.
+ Diceva egli, e diceva che glie 'l disse
+ quel grande che cant\`o l'armi e gli amori,
+ ch'a lui lasci\`o la fistola morendo,
+ che l\`a gi\`u ne lo 'nferno \`e un nero speco,
+ l\`a dove essala un fumo pien di puzza
+ da le triste fornaci d'Acheronte;
+ e che quivi punite eternamente
+ in tormenti di tenebre e di pianto
+ son le femine ingrate e sconoscenti.
+ Quivi aspetta ch'albergo s'apparecchi
+ a la tua feritate;
+ e dritto \`e ben ch'il fumo
+ tragga mai sempre il pianto da quegli occhi,
+ onde trarlo giamai
+ non pot\'e la pietate.
+ Segui, segui tuo stile,
+ ostinata che sei.
+
+ \3 Ma che fe' allor Licori? e com' rispose
+ a queste cose? \\
+
+ \2 Tu de' fatti propri
+ nulla ti curi, e vuoi saper gli altrui.
+ Con gli occhi gli rispose.
+
+ \3 Come risponder sol pot\'e con gli occhi?
+
+ \2 Risposer questi con dolce sorriso,
+ volti ad Elpino: ``Il core e noi siam tuoi;
+ tu bramar pi\`u non d\'ei: costei non puote
+ pi\`u darti''. E tanto solo basterebbe
+ per intiera mercede al casto amante,
+ se stimasse veraci come belli
+ quegli occhi, e lor prestasse intera fede.
+
+ \3 E perch\'e lor non crede? \\
+
+ \2 Or tu non sai
+ ci\`o che Tirsi ne scrisse, allor ch'ardendo
+ forsennato egli err\`o per le foreste,
+ s\`{\i} ch'insieme movea pietate e riso
+ ne le vezzose ninfe e ne' pastori?
+ N\'e gi\`a cose scrivea degne di riso,
+ se ben cose facea degne di riso.
+ Lo scrisse in mille piante, e con le piante
+ crebbero i versi; e cos\`{\i} lessi in una:
+ ``Specchi del cor, fallaci infidi lumi,
+ ben riconosco in voi gli inganni vostri:
+ ma che pro', se schivarli Amor mi toglie?''
+
+ \3 Io qui trapasso il tempo ragionando,
+ n\'e mi sovviene ch'oggi \`e 'l d\`{\i} prescritto
+ ch'andar si deve a la caccia ordinata
+ ne l'Eliceto. Or, se ti pare, aspetta
+ ch'io pria deponga nel solito fonte
+ il sudore e la polve, ond'ier mi sparsi
+ seguendo in caccia una damma veloce,
+ ch'al fin giunsi ed ancisi. \\
+
+ \2 Aspetterotti,
+ e forse anch'io mi bagner\`o nel fonte.
+ Ma sino a le mie case ir prima voglio,
+ ch\'e l'ora non \`e tarda, come pare.
+ Tu ne le tue m'aspetta ch'a te venga,
+ e pensa in tanto pur quel che pi\`u importa
+ de la caccia e del fonte; e, se non sai,
+ credi di non saper, e credi a' savi.
+
+
+\Scena
+
+\(\4, \5\)
+
+ \4 Ho visto al pianto mio
+ risponder per pietate i sassi e l'onde,
+ e sospirar le fronde
+ ho visto al pianto mio;
+ ma non ho visto mai,
+ n\'e spero di vedere,
+ compassion ne la crudele e bella,
+ che non so s'io mi chiami o donna o fera:
+ ma niega d'esser donna,
+ poich\'e nega pietate
+ a chi non la negaro
+ le cose inanimate.
+
+ \5 Pasce l'agna l'erbette, il lupo l'agne,
+ ma il crudo Amor di lagrime si pasce,
+ n\'e se ne mostra mai satollo. \\
+
+ \4 Ahi, lasso,
+ ch'Amor satollo \`e del mio pianto omai,
+ e solo ha sete del mio sangue; e tosto
+ voglio ch'egli e quest'empia il sangue mio
+ bevan con gli occhi. \\
+
+ \5 Ahi, Aminta, ahi, Aminta,
+ che parli? o che vaneggi? Or ti conforta,
+ ch'un'altra troverai, se ti disprezza
+ questa crudele. \\
+
+ \4 Ohim\`e, come poss'io
+ altri trovar, se me trovar non posso?
+ Se perduto ho me stesso, quale acquisto
+ far\`o mai che mi piaccia? \\
+
+ \5 O miserello,
+ non disperar, ch'acquisterai costei.
+ La lunga etate insegna a l'uom di porre
+ freno ai leoni ed a le tigri ircane.
+
+ \4 Ma il misero non puote a la sua morte
+ indugio sostener di lungo tempo.
+
+ \5 Sar\`a corto l'indugio: in breve spazio
+ s'adira e in breve spazio anco si placa
+ femina, cosa mobil per natura
+ pi\`u che fraschetta al vento e pi\`u che cima
+ di pieghevole spica. Ma, ti prego,
+ fa ch'io sappia pi\`u a dentro de la tua
+ dura condizione e de l'amore;
+ ch\'e, se ben confessato m'hai pi\`u volte
+ d'amare, mi tacesti per\`o dove
+ fosse posto l'amore. Ed \`e ben degna
+ la fedele amicizia ed il commune
+ studio de le Muse ch'a me scuopra
+ ci\`o ch'agli altri si cela. \\
+
+ \4 Io son contento,
+ Tirsi, a te dir ci\`o che le selve e i monti
+ e i fiumi sanno, e gli uomini non sanno.
+ Ch'io sono omai s\`{\i} prossimo a la morte,
+ ch'\`e ben ragion ch'io lasci chi ridica
+ la cagion del morire, e che l'incida
+ ne la scorza d'un faggio, presso il luogo
+ dove sar\`a sepolto il corpo essangue;
+ s\`{\i} che talor passandovi quell'empia
+ si goda di calcar l'ossa infelici
+ co 'l pi\`e superbo, e tra s\'e dica: ``\`E questo
+ pur mio trionfo''; e goda di vedere
+ che nota sia la sua vittoria a tutti
+ li pastori paesani e pellegrini
+ che quivi il caso guidi; e forse (ahi, spero
+ troppo alte cose) un giorno esser potrebbe
+ ch'ella, commossa da tarda pietate,
+ piangesse morto chi gi\`a vivo uccise,
+ dicendo: ``Oh pur qui fosse, e fosse mio!''
+ Or odi. \\
+
+ \5 Segui pur, ch'io ben t'ascolto,
+ e forse a miglior fin che tu non pensi.
+ \4 Essendo io fanciulletto, s\`{\i} che a pena
+ giunger potea con la man pargoletta
+ a c\^orre i frutti dai piegati rami
+ degli arboscelli, intrinseco divenni
+ de la pi\`u vaga e cara verginella
+ che mai spiegasse al vento chioma d'oro.
+ La figliuola conosci di Cidippe
+ e di Montan, ricchissimo d'armenti,
+ Silvia, onor de le selve, ardor de l'alme?
+ Di questa parlo, ahi lasso; vissi a questa
+ cos\`{\i} unito alcun tempo, che fra due
+ tortorelle pi\`u fida compagnia
+ non sar\`a mai, n\'e fue.
+ Congiunti eran gli alberghi,
+ ma pi\`u congiunti i cori;
+ conforme era l'etate,
+ ma 'l pensier pi\`u conforme;
+ seco tendeva insidie con le reti
+ ai pesci ed agli augelli, e seguitava
+ i cervi seco e le veloci damme:
+ e 'l diletto e la preda era commune.
+ Ma, mentre io fea rapina d'animali,
+ fui non so come a me stesso rapito.
+ A poco a poco nacque nel mio petto,
+ non so da qual radice,
+ com'erba suol che per se stessa germini,
+ un incognito affetto,
+ che mi fea desiare
+ d'esser sempre presente
+ a la mia bella Silvia;
+ e bevea da' suoi lumi
+ un'estranea dolcezza,
+ che lasciava nel fine
+ un non so che d'amaro;
+ sospirava sovente, e non sapeva
+ la cagion de' sospiri.
+ Cos\`{\i} fui prima amante ch'intendessi
+ che cosa fosse Amore.
+ Ben me n'accorsi al fin: ed in qual modo,
+ ora m'ascolta, e nota. \\
+
+ \5 \`{E} da notare.
+
+ \4 A l'ombra d'un bel faggio Silvia e Filli
+ sedean un giorno, ed io con loro insieme,
+ quando un'ape ingegnosa, che, cogliendo
+ sen' giva il mel per que' prati fioriti,
+ a le guancie di Fillide volando,
+ a le guancie vermiglie come rosa,
+ le morse e le rimorse avidamente:
+ ch'a la similitudine ingannata
+ forse un fior le credette. Allora Filli
+ cominci\`o lamentarsi, impaziente
+ de l'acuta puntura:
+ ma la mia bella Silvia disse: ``Taci,
+ taci, non ti lagnar, Filli, perch'io
+ con parole d'incanti leverotti
+ il dolor de la picciola ferita.
+ A me insegn\`o gi\`a questo secreto
+ la saggia Aresia, e n'ebbe per mercede
+ quel mio corno d'avolio ornato d'oro''.
+ Cos\`{\i} dicendo, avvicin\`o le labra
+ de la sua bella e dolcissima bocca
+ a la guancia rimorsa, e con soave
+ susurro mormor\`o non so che versi.
+ Oh mirabili effetti! Sent\`{\i} tosto
+ cessar la doglia, o fosse la virtute
+ di que' magici detti, o, com'io credo,
+ la virt\`u de la bocca,
+ che sana ci\`o che tocca.
+ Io, che sino a quel punto altro non volsi
+ che 'l soave splendor degli occhi belli,
+ e le dolci parole, assai pi\`u dolci
+ che 'l mormorar d'un lento fiumicello
+ che rompa il corso fra minuti sassi,
+ o che 'l garrir de l'aura infra le frondi,
+ allor sentii nel cor novo desire
+ d'appressare a la sua questa mia bocca;
+ e fatto non so come astuto e scaltro
+ pi\`u de l'usato (guarda quanto Amore
+ aguzza l'intelletto!) mi sovvenne
+ d'un inganno gentile, co 'l qual io
+ recar potessi a fine il mio talento:
+ ch\'e, fingendo ch'un'ape avesse morso
+ il mio labro di sotto, incominciai
+ a lamentarmi di cotal maniera,
+ che quella medicina, che la lingua
+ non richiedeva, il volto richiedeva.
+ La semplicetta Silvia,
+ pietosa del mio male,
+ s'offr\`{\i} di dar aita
+ a la finta ferita, ahi lasso, e fece
+ pi\`u cupa e pi\`u mortale
+ la mia piaga verace,
+ quando le labra sue
+ giunse a le labra mie.
+ N\'e l'api d'alcun fiore
+ coglion s\`{\i} dolce il mel ch'allora io colsi
+ da quelle fresche rose,
+ se ben gli ardenti baci,
+ che spingeva il desire a inumidirsi,
+ raffren\`o la temenza
+ e la vergogna, o felli
+ pi\`u lenti e meno audaci.
+ Ma mentre al cor scendeva
+ quella dolcezza mista
+ d'un secreto veleno,
+ tal diletto n'avea
+ che, fingendo ch'ancor non mi passasse
+ il dolor di quel morso,
+ fei s\`{\i} ch'ella pi\`u volte
+ vi replic\`o l'incanto.
+ Da indi in qua and\`o in guisa crescendo
+ il desire e l'affanno impaziente
+ che, non potendo pi\`u capir nel petto,
+ fu forza che scoppiasse; ed una volta
+ che in cerchio sedevam ninfe e pastori,
+ e facevamo alcuni nostri giuochi,
+ ch\'e ciascun ne l'orecchio del vicino
+ mormorando diceva un suo secreto,
+ ``Silvia,''le dissi ``io per te ardo, e certo
+ morr\`o, se non m'aiti.'' A quel parlare
+ chin\`o ella il bel volto, e fuor le venne
+ un improviso, insolito rossore
+ che diede segno di vergogna e d'ira;
+ n\'e ebbi altra risposta che un silenzio,
+ un silenzio turbato e pien di dure
+ minaccie. Indi si tolse, e pi\`u non volle
+ n\'e vedermi n\'e udirmi. E gi\`a tre volte
+ ha il nudo mietitor tronche le spighe,
+ ed altretante il verno ha scossi i boschi
+ de le lor verdi chiome; ed ogni cosa
+ tentata ho per placarla, fuor che morte.
+ Mi resta sol che per placarla io mora;
+ e morr\`o volontier, pur ch'io sia certo
+ ch'ella o se ne compiaccia, o se ne doglia:
+ n\'e so di tai due cose qual pi\`u brami.
+ Ben fora la piet\`a premio maggiore
+ a la mia fede, e maggior ricompensa
+ a la mia morte; ma bramar non deggio
+ cosa che turbi il bel lume sereno
+ agli occhi cari, e affanni quel bel petto.
+
+ \5 \`E possibil per\`o che, s'ella un giorno
+ udisse tai parole, non t'amasse?
+
+ \4 Non so, n\'e 'l credo; ma fugge i miei detti
+ come l'aspe l'incanto. \\
+
+ \5 Or ti confida,
+ ch'a me d\`a il cuor di far ch'ella t'ascolti.
+
+ \4 O nulla impetrerai, o, se tu impetri
+ ch'io parli, io nulla impetrer\`o parlando.
+
+ \5 Perch\'e disperi s\`{\i}? \\
+
+ \4 Giusta cagione
+ ho del mio disperar, che il saggio Mopso
+ mi predisse la mia cruda ventura,
+ Mopso ch'intende il parlar degli augelli
+ e la virt\`u de l'erbe e de le fonti.
+
+ \5 Di qual Mopso tu dici? di quel Mopso
+ c'ha ne la lingua melate parole,
+ e ne le labra un amichevol ghigno,
+ e la fraude nel seno, ed il rasoio
+ tien sotto il manto? Or su, sta di bon core,
+ ch\'e i sciaurati pronostichi infelici,
+ ch'ei vende a' mal accorti con quel grave
+ suo supercilio, non han mai effetto:
+ e per prova so io ci\`o che ti dico;
+ anzi da questo sol ch'ei t'ha predetto
+ mi giova di sperar felice fine
+ a l'amor tuo. \\
+
+ \4 Se sai cosa per prova,
+ che conforti mia speme, non tacerla.
+
+ \5 Dirolla volontieri. Allor che prima
+ mia sorte mi condusse in queste selve,
+ costui conobbi, e lo stimava io tale
+ qual tu lo stimi; in tanto un d\`{\i} mi venne
+ e bisogno e talento d'irne dove
+ siede la gran cittade in ripa al fiume,
+ ed a costui ne feci motto; ed egli
+ cos\`{\i} mi disse: ``Andrai ne la gran terra,
+ ove gli astuti e scaltri cittadini
+ e i cortigian malvagi molte volte
+ prendonsi a gabbo, e fanno brutti scherni
+ di noi rustici incauti; per\`o, figlio,
+ va su l'avviso, e non t'appressar troppo
+ ove sian drappi colorati e d'oro,
+ e pennacchi e divise e foggie nove;
+ ma sopra tutto guarda che mal fato
+ o giovenil vaghezza non ti meni
+ al magazzino de le ciancie: ah fuggi,
+ fuggi quell'incantato alloggiamento''.
+ ``Che luogo \`e questo?'' io chiesi; ed ei soggiunse:
+ ``Quivi abitan le maghe, che incantando
+ fan traveder e traudir ciascuno.
+ Ci\`o che diamante sembra ed oro fino,
+ \`e vetro e rame; e quelle arche d'argento,
+ che stimeresti piene di tesoro,
+ sporte son piene di vesciche bugge.
+ Quivi le mura son fatte con arte,
+ che parlano e rispondono ai parlanti;
+ n\'e gi\`a rispondon la parola mozza,
+ com'Eco suole ne le nostre selve,
+ ma la replican tutta intiera intiera:
+ con giunta anco di quel ch'altri non disse.
+ I trespidi, le tavole e le panche,
+ le scranne, le lettiere, le cortine,
+ e gli arnesi di camera e di sala
+ han tutti lingua e voce: e gridan sempre.
+ Quivi le ciancie in forma di bambine
+ vanno trescando, e se un muto v'entrasse,
+ un muto ciancerebbe a suo dispetto.
+ Ma questo \`e 'l minor mal che ti potesse
+ incontrar: tu potresti indi restarne
+ converso in selce, in fera, in acqua, o in foco:
+ acqua di pianto, e foco di sospiri''.
+ Cos\`{\i} diss'egli; ed io n'andai con questo
+ fallace antiveder ne la cittade;
+ e, come volse il Ciel benigno, a caso
+ passai per l\`a dov'\`e 'l felice albergo.
+ Quindi uscian fuor voci canore e dolci
+ e di cigni e di ninfe e di sirene,
+ di sirene celesti; e n'uscian suoni
+ soavi e chiari; e tanto altro diletto,
+ ch'attonito godendo ed ammirando,
+ mi fermai buona pezza. Era su l'uscio,
+ quasi per guardia de le cose belle,
+ uom d'aspetto magnanimo e robusto,
+ di cui, per quanto intesi, in dubbio stassi
+ s'egli sia miglior duce o cavaliero;
+ che, con fronte benigna insieme e grave,
+ con regal cortesia invit\`o dentro,
+ ei grande e 'n pregio, me negletto e basso.
+ Oh che sentii? che vidi allora? I' vidi
+ celesti dee, ninfe leggiadre e belle,
+ novi Lini ed Orfei; ed oltre ancora,
+ senza vel, senza nube, e quale e quanta
+ a gl'immortali appar, vergine Aurora
+ sparger d'argento e d'or rugiade e raggi;
+ e fecondando illuminar d'intorno
+ vidi Febo, e le Muse, e fra le Muse
+ Elpin seder accolto; ed in quel punto
+ sentii me far di me stesso maggiore,
+ pien di nova virt\`u, pieno di nova
+ deitade, e cantai guerre ed eroi,
+ sdegnando pastoral ruvido carme.
+ E se ben poi (come altrui piacque) feci
+ ritorno a queste selve, io pur ritenni
+ parte di quello spirto; n\'e gi\`a suona
+ la mia sampogna umil come soleva,
+ ma di voce pi\`u altera e pi\`u sonora
+ emula de le trombe, empie le selve.
+ Udimmi Mopso poscia, e con maligno
+ guardo mirando, affascinommi; ond'io
+ roco divenni, e poi gran tempo tacqui:
+ quando i pastor credean ch'io fossi stato
+ visto dal lupo, e 'l lupo era costui.
+ Questo t'ho detto, acci\`o che sappi quanto
+ il parlar di costui di fede \`e degno;
+ e d\'ei bene sperar, sol perch\'e ei vuole
+ che nulla speri. \\
+
+ \4 Piacemi d'udire
+ quanto mi narri. A te dunque rimetto
+ la cura di mia vita. \\
+
+ \5 Io n'avr\`o cura.
+ Tu fra mezz'ora qui trovar ti lassa.
+
+ \9 O bella et\`a de l'oro,
+ non gi\`a perch\'e di latte
+ sen' corse il fiume e still\`o mele il bosco;
+ non perch\'e i frutti loro
+ dier da l'aratro intatte
+ le terre, e gli angui errar senz'ira o tosco;
+ non perch\'e nuvol fosco
+ non spieg\`o allor suo velo,
+ ma in primavera eterna,
+ ch'ora s'accende e verna,
+ rise di luce e di sereno il cielo;
+ n\'e port\`o peregrino
+ o guerra o merce agli altrui lidi il pino;
+ ma sol perch\'e quel vano
+ nome senza soggetto,
+ quell'idolo d'errori, idol d'inganno,
+ quel che dal volgo insano
+ onor poscia fu detto,
+ che di nostra natura 'l feo tiranno,
+ non mischiava il suo affanno
+ fra le liete dolcezze
+ de l'amoroso gregge;
+ n\'e fu sua dura legge
+ nota a quell'alme in libertate avvezze,
+ ma legge aurea e felice
+ che natura scolp\`{\i}: ``S'ei piace, ei lice''.
+ Allor tra fiori e linfe
+ traen dolci carole
+ gli Amoretti senz'archi e senza faci;
+ sedean pastori e ninfe
+ meschiando a le parole
+ vezzi e susurri, ed ai susurri i baci
+ strettamente tenaci;
+ la verginella ignude
+ scopria sue fresche rose,
+ ch'or tien nel velo ascose,
+ e le poma del seno acerbe e crude;
+ e spesso in fonte o in lago
+ scherzar si vide con l'amata il vago.
+ Tu prima, Onor, velasti
+ la fonte dei diletti,
+ negando l'onde a l'amorosa sete;
+ tu a' begli occhi insegnasti
+ di starne in s\'e ristretti,
+ e tener lor bellezze altrui secrete;
+ tu raccogliesti in rete
+ le chiome a l'aura sparte;
+ tu i dolci atti lascivi
+ festi ritrosi e schivi;
+ ai detti il fren ponesti, ai passi l'arte;
+ opra \`e tua sola, o Onore,
+ che furto sia quel che fu don d'Amore.
+ E son tuoi fatti egregi
+ le pene e i pianti nostri.
+ Ma tu, d'Amore e di Natura donno,
+ tu domator de' Regi,
+ che fai tra questi chiostri,
+ che la grandezza tua capir non ponno?
+ Vattene, e turba il sonno
+ agl'illustri e potenti:
+ noi qui, negletta e bassa
+ turba, senza te lassa
+ viver ne l'uso de l'antiche genti.
+ Amiam, ch\'e non ha tregua
+ con gli anni umana vita, e si dilegua.
+ Amiam, ch\'e 'l Sol si muore e poi rinasce:
+ a noi sua breve luce
+ s'asconde, e 'l sonno eterna notte adduce.
+
+
+
+\Atto
+
+\Scena
+
+\(\6 solo\)
+
+ \6 Picciola \`e l'ape, e fa col picciol morso
+ pur gravi e pur moleste le ferite;
+ ma qual cosa \`e pi\`u picciola d'Amore,
+ se in ogni breve spazio entra, e s'asconde
+ in ogni breve spazio? or sotto a l'ombra
+ de le palpebre, or tra' minuti rivi
+ d'un biondo crine, or dentro le pozzette
+ che forma un dolce riso in bella guancia;
+ e pur fa tanto grandi e s\`{\i} mortali
+ e cos\`{\i} immedicabili le piaghe.
+ Ohim\`e, che tutte piaga e tutte sangue
+ son le viscere mie; e mille spiedi
+ ha ne gli occhi di Silvia il crudo Amore.
+ Crudel Amor, Silvia crudele ed empia
+ pi\`u che le selve! Oh come a te confassi
+ tal nome, e quanto vide chi te 'l pose!
+ Celan le selve angui, leoni ed orsi,
+ dentro il lor verde: e tu dentro al bel petto
+ nascondi odio, disdegno ed impietate,
+ fere peggior ch'angui, leoni ed orsi
+ ch\'e si placano quei, questi placarsi
+ non possono per prego n\'e per dono.
+ Ohim\`e, quando ti porto i fior novelli,
+ tu li ricusi, ritrosetta, forse
+ perch\'e fior via pi\`u belli hai nel bel volto.
+ Ohim\`e, quando io ti porgo i vaghi pomi,
+ tu li rifiuti, disdegnosa, forse
+ perch\'e pomi pi\`u vaghi hai nel bel seno.
+ Lasso, quand'io t'offrisco il dolce mele,
+ tu lo disprezzi, dispettosa, forse
+ perch\'e mel via pi\`u dolce hai ne le labra.
+ Ma, se mia povert\`a non pu\`o donarti
+ cosa ch'in te non sia pi\`u bella e dolce,
+ me medesmo ti dono. Or perch\'e iniqua
+ scherni e abborri il dono? non son io
+ da disprezzar, se ben me stesso vidi
+ nel liquido del mar, quando l'altr'ieri
+ taceano i venti ed ei giacea senz'onda.
+ Questa mia faccia di color sanguigno,
+ queste mie spalle larghe, e queste braccia
+ torose e nerborute, e questo petto
+ setoso, e queste mie velate coscie
+ son di virilit\`a, di robustezza
+ indicio; e, se no 'l credi, fanne prova.
+ Che vuoi tu far di questi tenerelli,
+ che di molle lanugine fiorite
+ hanno a pena le guancie? e che con arte
+ dispongono i capelli in ordinanza?
+ Femine nel sembiante e ne le forze
+ sono costoro. Or di' ch'alcun ti segua
+ per le selve e pei monti, e 'ncontra gli orsi
+ ed incontra i cinghiai per te combatta.
+ Non sono io brutto, no, n\'e tu mi sprezzi
+ perch\'e s\`{\i} fatto io sia, ma solamente
+ perch\'e povero sono. Ahi, ch\'e le ville
+ seguon l'essempio de le gran cittadi!
+ e veramente il secol d'oro \`e questo,
+ poich\'e sol vince l'oro e regna l'oro.
+ O chiunque tu fosti, che insegnasti
+ primo a vender l'amor, sia maledetto
+ il tuo cener sepolto e l'ossa fredde,
+ e non si trovi mai pastore o ninfa
+ che lor dica passando: ``Abbiate pace'';
+ ma le bagni la pioggia e mova il vento,
+ e con pi\`e immondo la greggia il calpesti
+ e 'l peregrin. Tu prima svergognasti
+ la nobilt\`a d'amor; tu le sue liete
+ dolcezze inamaristi. Amor venale,
+ amor servo de l'oro \`e il maggior mostro
+ ed il pi\`u abominabile e il pi\`u sozzo,
+ che produca la terra o 'l mar fra l'onde.
+ Ma perch\'e in van mi lagno? Usa ciascuno
+ quell'armi che gli ha date la natura
+ per sua salute: il cervo adopra il corso,
+ il leone gli artigli, ed il bavoso
+ cinghiale il dente; e son potenza ed armi
+ de la donna bellezza e leggiadria;
+ io, perch\'e non per mia salute adopro
+ la violenza, se mi fe' natura
+ atto a far violenza ed a rapire?
+ Sforzer\`o, rapir\`o quel che costei
+ mi niega, ingrata, in merto de l'amore;
+ che, per quanto un caprar test\'e mi ha detto,
+ ch'osservato ha suo stile, ella ha per uso
+ d'andar sovente a rinfrescarsi a un fonte;
+ e mostrato m'ha il loco. Ivi io disegno
+ tra i cespugli appiattarmi e tra gli arbusti,
+ ed aspettar fin che vi venga; e, come
+ veggia l'occasion, correrle addosso.
+ Qual contrasto col corso o con le braccia
+ potr\`a fare una tenera fanciulla
+ contra me s\`{\i} veloce e s\`{\i} possente?
+ Pianga e sospiri pure, usi ogni sforzo
+ di piet\`a, di bellezza: che, s'io posso
+ questa mano ravvoglierle nel crine,
+ indi non partir\`a, ch'io pria non tinga
+ l'armi mie per vendetta nel suo sangue.
+
+
+\Scena
+
+\(\2, \5\)
+
+ \2 Tirsi, com'io t'ho detto, io m'era accorta
+ ch'Aminta amava Silvia; e Dio sa quanti
+ buoni officii n'ho fatti, e son per farli
+ tanto pi\`u volontier, quant'or vi aggiungi
+ le tue preghiere; ma torrei pi\`u tosto
+ a domar un giuvenco, un orso, un tigre,
+ che a domar una semplice fanciulla:
+ fanciulla tanto sciocca quanto bella,
+ che non s'avveggia ancor come sian calde
+ l'armi di sua bellezza e come acute,
+ ma ridendo e piangendo uccida altrui,
+ e l'uccida e non sappia di ferire.
+
+ \5 Ma quale \`e cos\`{\i} semplice fanciulla
+ che, uscita da le fascie, non apprenda
+ l'arte del parer bella e del piacere,
+ de l'uccider piacendo, e del sapere
+ qual arme fera, e qual dia morte, e quale
+ sani e ritorni in vita? \\
+
+ \2 Chi \`e 'l mastro
+ di cotant'arte? \\
+
+ \5 Tu fingi, e mi tenti:
+ quel che insegna agli augelli il canto e 'l volo,
+ a' pesci il nuoto ed a' montoni il cozzo,
+ al toro usar il corno, ed al pavone
+ spiegar la pompa de l'occhiute piume.
+
+ \2 Come ha nome 'l gran mastro? \\
+
+ \5 Dafne ha nome.
+
+ \2 Lingua bugiarda! \\
+
+ \5 E perch\'e? tu non sei
+ atta a tener mille fanciulle a scola?
+ Bench\'e, per dir il ver, non han bisogno
+ di maestro: maestra \`e la natura,
+ ma la madre e la balia anco v'han parte.
+
+ \2 In somma, tu sei goffo insieme e tristo.
+ Ora, per dirti il ver, non mi risolvo
+ se Silvia \`e semplicetta come pare
+ a le parole, a gli atti. Ier vidi un segno
+ che me ne mette in dubbio. Io la trovai
+ l\`a presso la cittade in quei gran prati
+ ove fra stagni giace un'isoletta,
+ sovra essa un lago limpido e tranquillo,
+ tutta pendente in atto che parea
+ vagheggiar se medesma, e 'nsieme insieme
+ chieder consiglio a l'acque in qual maniera
+ dispor dovesse in su la fronte i crini,
+ e sovra i crini il velo, e sovra 'l velo
+ i fior che tenea in grembo; e spesso spesso
+ or prendeva un lingustro, or una rosa,
+ e l'accostava al bel candido collo,
+ a le guancie vermiglie, e de' colori
+ fea paragone; e poi, s\`{\i} come lieta
+ de la vittoria, lampeggiava un riso
+ che parea che dicesse: ``Io pur vi vinco,
+ n\'e porto voi per ornamento mio,
+ ma porto voi sol per vergogna vostra,
+ perch\'e si veggia quanto mi cedete''.
+ Ma, mentre ella s'ornava e vagheggiava,
+ rivolse gli occhi a caso, e si fu accorta
+ ch'io di lei m'era accorta, e vergognando
+ rizzossi tosto, e fior lasci\`o cadere.
+ In tanto io pi\`u ridea del suo rossore,
+ ella pi\`u s'arrossia del riso mio.
+ Ma, perch\'e accolta una parte de' crini
+ e l'altra aveva sparsa, una o due volte
+ con gli occhi al fonte consiglier ricorse,
+ e si mir\`o quasi di furto, pure
+ temendo ch'io nel suo guatar guatassi;
+ ed incolta si vide, e si compiacque
+ perch\'e bella si vide ancor che incolta.
+ Io me n'avvidi, e tacqui. \\
+
+ \5 Tu mi narri
+ quel ch'io credeva a punto. Or non m'apposi?
+
+ \2 Ben t'apponesti; ma pur odo dire
+ che non erano pria le pastorelle,
+ n\'e le ninfe s\`{\i} accorte; n\'e io tale
+ fui in mia fanciullezza. Il mondo invecchia,
+ e invecchiando intristisce. \\
+
+ \5 Forse allora
+ non usavan s\`{\i} spesso i cittadini
+ ne le selve e ne i campi, n\'e s\`{\i} spesso
+ le nostre forosette aveano in uso
+ d'andare a la cittade. Or son mischiate
+ schiatte e costumi. Ma lasciam da parte
+ questi discorsi; or non farai ch'un giorno
+ Silvia contenta sia che le ragioni
+ Aminta, o solo, o almeno in tua presenza?
+
+ \2 Non so. Silvia \`e ritrosa fuor di modo.
+
+ \5 E costui rispettoso \`e fuor di modo.
+
+ \2 \`E spacciato un amante rispettoso:
+ consiglial pur che faccia altro mestiero,
+ poich'egli \`e tal. Chi imparar vuol d'amare,
+ disimpari il rispetto: osi, domandi,
+ solleciti, importuni, al fine involi;
+ e se questo non basta, anco rapisca.
+ Or non sai tu com'\`e fatta la donna?
+ Fugge, e fuggendo vuol che altri la giunga;
+ niega, e negando vuol ch'altri si toglia;
+ pugna, e pugnando vuol ch'altri la vinca.
+ Ve', Tirsi, io parlo teco in confidenza:
+ non ridir ch'io ci\`o dica. E sovra tutto
+ non porlo in rime. Tu sai s'io saprei
+ renderti poi per versi altro che versi.
+
+ \5 Non hai cagion di sospettar ch'io dica
+ cosa giamai che sia contra tuo grado.
+ Ma ti prego, o mia Dafne, per la dolce
+ memoria di tua fresca giovanezza,
+ che tu m'aiti ad aitar Aminta
+ miserel, che si muore. \\
+
+ \2 Oh che gentile
+ scongiuro ha ritrovato questo sciocco
+ di rammentarmi la mia giovanezza,
+ il ben passato e la presente noia!
+ Ma che vuoi tu ch'io faccia? \\
+
+ \5 A te non manca
+ n\'e saper, n\'e consiglio. Basta sol che
+ ti disponga a voler. \\
+
+ \2 Or su, dirotti:
+ debbiamo in breve andare Silvia ed io
+ al fonte che s'appella di Diana,
+ l\`a dove a le dolci acque fa dolce ombra
+ quel platano ch'invita al fresco seggio
+ le ninfe cacciatrici. Ivi so certo
+ che tuffer\`a le belle membra ignude.
+
+ \5 Ma che per\`o? \\
+
+ \2 Ma che per\`o? Da poco
+ intenditor! s'hai senno, tanto basti.
+
+ \5 Intendo; ma non so s'egli avr\`a tanto
+ d'ardir. \\
+
+ \2 S'ei non l'avr\`a, stiasi, ed aspetti
+ ch'altri lui cerchi. \\
+
+ \5 Egli \`e ben tal che 'l merta.
+
+ \2 Ma non vogliamo noi parlar alquanto
+ di te medesmo? Or su, Tirsi, non vuoi
+ tu inamorarti? sei giovane ancora,
+ n\'e passi di quattr'anni il quinto lustro,
+ se ben sovviemmi quando eri fanciullo;
+ vuoi viver neghittoso e senza gioia?
+ ch\'e sol amando uom sa che sia diletto.
+
+ \5 I diletti di Venere non lascia
+ l'uom che schiva l'amor, ma coglie e gusta
+ le dolcezze d'amor senza l'amaro.
+
+ \2 Insipido \`e quel dolce che condito
+ non \`e di qualche amaro, e tosto sazia.
+
+ \5 \`E meglio saziarsi, ch'esser sempre
+ famelico nel cibo e dopo 'l cibo.
+
+ \2 Ma non, se 'l cibo si possede e piace,
+ e gustato a gustar sempre n'invoglia.
+
+ \5 Ma chi possede s\`{\i} quel che gli piace
+ che l'abbia sempre presso a la sua fame?
+
+ \2 Ma chi ritrova il ben, s'egli no 'l cerca?
+
+ \5 Periglioso \`e cercar quel che trovato
+ trastulla s\`{\i}, ma pi\`u tormenta assai
+ non ritrovato. Allor vedrassi amante
+ Tirsi mai pi\`u, ch'Amor nel seggio suo
+ non avr\`a pi\`u n\'e pianti n\'e sospiri.
+ A bastanza ho gi\`a pianto e sospirato.
+ Faccia altri la sua parte. \\
+
+ \2 Ma non hai
+ gi\`a goduto a bastanza. \\
+
+ \5 N\'e desio
+ goder, se cos\`{\i} caro egli si compra.
+
+ \2 Sar\`a forza l'amar, se non fia voglia.
+
+ \5 Ma non si pu\`o sforzar chi sta lontano.
+ \2 Ma chi lung'\`e d'Amor? \\
+
+ \5 Chi teme e fugge.
+
+ \2 E che giova fuggir da lui, c'ha l'ali?
+
+ \5 Amor nascente ha corte l'ali: a pena
+ pu\`o su tenerle, e non le spiega a volo.
+
+ \2 Pur non s'accorge l'uom quand'egli nasce;
+ e, quando uom se n'accorge, \`e grande, e vola.
+
+ \5 Non, s'altra volta nascer non l'ha visto.
+
+ \2 Vedrem, Tirsi, s'avrai la fuga e gli occhi
+ come tu dici. Io ti protesto, poi
+ che fai del corridore e del cerviero,
+ che, quando ti vedr\`o chieder aita,
+ non moverei, per aiutarti, un passo,
+ un dito, un detto, una palpebra sola.
+
+ \5 Crudel, daratti il cor vedermi morto?
+ Se vuoi pur ch'ami, ama tu me: facciamo
+ l'amor d'accordo. \\
+
+ \2 Tu mi scherni, e forse
+ non merti amante cos\`{\i} fatta: ahi quanti
+ n'inganna il viso colorito e liscio!
+
+ \5 Non burlo io, no; ma tu con tal protesto
+ non accetti il mio amor, pur come \`e l'uso
+ di tutte quante; ma, se non mi vuoi,
+ viver\`o senza amor. \\
+
+ \2 Contento vivi
+ pi\`u che mai fossi, o Tirsi, in ozio vivi:
+ ch\'e ne l'ozio l'amor sempre germoglia.
+
+ \5 O Dafne, a me quest'ozii ha fatto Dio:
+ colui che Dio qui pu\`o stimarsi; a cui
+ si pascon gli ampi armenti e l'ampie greggie
+ da l'uno a l'altro mare, e per li lieti
+ colti di fecondissime campagne,
+ e per gli alpestri dossi d'Apennino.
+ Egli mi disse, allor che suo mi fece:
+ ``Tirsi, altri scacci i lupi e i ladri, e guardi
+ i miei murati ovili; altri comparta
+ le pene e i premii a' miei ministri; ed altri
+ pasca e curi le greggi; altri conservi
+ le lane e 'l latte, ed altri le dispensi:
+ tu canta, or che se' 'n ozio''. Ond'\`e ben giusto
+ che non gli scherzi di terreno amore,
+ ma canti gli avi del mio vivo e vero
+ non so s'io lui mi chiami Apollo o Giove,
+ ch\'e ne l'opre e nel volto ambi somiglia,
+ gli avi pi\`u degni di Saturno o Celo:
+ agreste Musa a regal merto; e pure,
+ chiara o roca che suoni, ei non la sprezza.
+ Non canto lui, per\`o che lui non posso
+ degnamente onorar, se non tacendo
+ e riverendo; ma non fian giamai
+ gli altari suoi senza i miei fiori, e senza
+ soave fumo d'odorati incensi:
+ ed allor questa semplice e devota
+ religion mi si torr\`a dal core,
+ che d'aria pasceransi in aria i cervi,
+ e che, mutando i fiumi e letto e corso,
+ il Perso bea la Sona, il Gallo il Tigre.
+
+ \2 Oh, tu vai alto; or su, discendi un poco
+ al proposito nostro. \\
+
+ \5 Il punto \`e questo:
+ che tu, in andando al fonte con colei,
+ cerchi d'intenerirla: ed io fra tanto
+ procurer\`o ch'Aminta l\`a ne venga.
+ N\'e la mia forse men difficil cura
+ sar\`a di questa tua. Or vanne. \\
+
+ \2 Io vado,
+ ma il proposito nostro altro intendeva.
+
+ \5 Se ben ravviso di lontan la faccia,
+ Aminta \`e quel che di l\`a spunta. \`E desso.
+
+
+\Scena
+
+\(\4, \5\)
+
+ \4 Vorr\`o veder ci\`o che Tirsi avr\`a fatto:
+ e, s'avr\`a fatto nulla,
+ prima ch'io vada in nulla,
+uccider vo' me stesso inanzi a gli occhi
+ de la crudel fanciulla.
+ A lei, cui tanto piace
+ la piaga del mio core,
+ colpo de' suoi begli occhi,
+altrettanto piacer devr\`a per certo
+ la piaga del mio petto,
+ colpo de la mia mano.
+
+ \5 Nove, Aminta, t'annuncio di conforto:
+ lascia omai questo tanto lamentarti.
+
+ \4 Ohim\`e, che di'? che porte?
+ O la vita o la morte?
+
+ \5 Porto salute e vita, s'ardirai
+ di farti loro incontra; ma fa d'uopo
+ d'esser un uom, Aminta, un uom ardito.
+
+ \4 Qual ardir mi bisogna, e 'ncontra a cui?
+
+ \5 Se la tua donna fosse in mezz'un bosco,
+ che, cinto intorno d'altissime rupi,
+ desse albergo a le tigri ed a' leoni,
+ v'andresti tu? \\
+
+ \4 V'andrei sicuro e baldo
+ pi\`u che di festa villanella al ballo.
+
+ \5 E s'ella fosse tra ladroni ed armi,
+ v'andresti tu? \\
+
+ \4 V'andrei pi\`u lieto e pronto
+ che l'assetato cervo a la fontana.
+
+ \5 Bisogna a maggior prova ardir pi\`u grande.
+
+ \4 Andr\`o per mezzo i rapidi torrenti,
+ quando la neve si discioglie e gonfi
+ li manda al mare; andr\`o per mezzo 'l foco
+ e ne l'inferno, quando ella vi sia,
+ s'esser pu\`o inferno ov'\`e cosa s\`{\i} bella.
+ Ors\`u, scuoprimi il tutto. \\
+
+ \5 Odi. \\
+
+ \4 Di' tosto.
+
+ \5 Silvia t'attende a un fonte, ignuda e sola.
+ Ardirai tu d'andarvi? \\
+
+ \4 Oh, che mi dici?
+ Silvia m'attende ignuda e sola? \\
+
+ \5 Sola,
+ se non quanto v'\`e Dafne, ch'\`e per noi.
+
+ \4 Ignuda ella m'aspetta? \\
+
+ \5 Ignuda: ma...
+
+ \4 Ohim\`e, che ``ma''? Tu taci; tu m'uccidi.
+
+ \5 Ma non sa gi\`a che tu v'abbi d'andare.
+
+ \4 Dura conclusion, che tutte attosca
+ le dolcezze passate. Or, con qual arte,
+ crudel, tu mi tormenti?
+ Poco dunque ti pare
+ che infelice io sia,
+ che a crescer vieni la miseria mia?
+
+ \5 S'a mio senno farai, sarai felice.
+
+ \4 E che consigli? \\
+
+ \5 Che tu prenda quello
+ che la fortuna amica t'appresenta.
+
+ \4 Tolga Dio che mai faccia
+ cosa che le dispiaccia;
+ cosa io non feci mai che le spiacesse,
+ fuor che l'amarla: e questo a me fu forza,
+ forza di sua bellezza, e non mia colpa.
+ Non sar\`a dunque ver ch'in quanto io posso,
+ non cerchi compiacerla. \\
+
+ \5 Ormai rispondi:
+ se fosse in tuo poter di non amarla,
+ lasciaresti d'amarla, per piacerle?
+
+ \4 N\'e questo mi consente Amor ch'io dica,
+ n\'e ch'imagini pur d'aver gi\`a mai
+ a lasciar il suo amor, bench'io potessi.
+
+ \5 Dunque tu l'ameresti al suo dispetto,
+ quando potessi far di non amarla.
+
+ \4 Al suo dispetto no, ma l'amerei.
+
+ \5 Dunque fuor di sua voglia. \\
+
+ \4 S\`{\i} per certo.
+
+ \5 Perch\'e dunque non osi oltra sua voglia
+ prenderne quel che, se ben grava in prima,
+ al fin, al fin le sar\`a caro e dolce
+ che l'abbi preso? \\
+
+ \4 Ahi, Tirsi, Amor risponda
+ per me; ch\'e quanto a mezz'il cor mi parla,
+ non so ridir. Tu troppo scaltro sei
+ gi\`a per lungo uso a ragionar d'amore:
+ a me lega la lingua
+ quel che mi lega il core.
+
+ \5 Dunque andar non vogliamo? \\
+
+ \4 Andare io voglio,
+ ma non dove tu stimi. \\
+
+ \5 E dove? \\
+
+ \4 A morte,
+ s'altro in mio pro' non hai fatto che quanto
+ ora mi narri. \\
+
+ \5 E poco parti questo?
+ Credi tu dunque, sciocco, che mai Dafne
+ consigliasse l'andar, se non vedesse
+ in parte il cor di Silvia? E forse ch'ella
+ il sa, n\'e per\`o vuol ch'altri risappia
+ ch'ella ci\`o sappia. Or, se 'l consenso espresso
+ cerchi di lei, non vedi che tu cerchi
+ quel che pi\`u le dispiace? Or dove \`e dunque
+ questo tuo desiderio di piacerle?
+ E s'ella vuol che 'l tuo diletto sia
+ tuo furto o tua rapina, e non suo dono
+ n\'e sua mercede, a te, folle, che importa
+ pi\`u l'un modo che l'altro? \\
+
+ \4 E chi m'accerta
+ che il suo desir sia tale? \\
+
+ \5 Oh mentecatto!
+ Ecco, tu chiedi pur quella certezza
+ ch'a lei dispiace, e dispiacer le deve
+ dirittamente, e tu cercar non d\'ei.
+ Ma chi t'accerta ancor che non sia tale?
+ Or s'ella fosse tale, e non v'andassi?
+ Eguale \`e il dubbio e 'l rischio. Ahi, pur \`e meglio
+ come ardito morir, che come vile.
+ Tu taci, tu sei vinto. Ora confessa
+ questa perdita tua, che fia cagione
+ di vittoria maggiore. Andianne. \\
+
+ \4 Aspetta.
+
+ \5 Che ``Aspetta''? non sai ben che 'l tempo fugge?
+
+ \4 Deh, pensiam pria se ci\`o dee farsi, e come.
+
+ \5 Per strada penserem ci\`o che vi resta;
+ ma nulla fa chi troppe cose pensa.
+
+ \9 Amore, in quale scola,
+ da qual mastro s'apprende
+ la tua s\`{\i} lunga e dubbia arte d'amare?
+ Chi n'insegna a spiegare
+ ci\`o che la mente intende,
+ mentre con l'ali tue sovra il ciel vola?
+ Non gi\`a la dotta Atene,
+ n\'e 'l Liceo ne 'l dimostra;
+ non Febo in Elicona,
+ che s\`{\i} d'Amor ragiona
+ come colui ch'impara:
+ freddo ne parla, e poco;
+ non ha voce di foco,
+ come a te si conviene;
+ non alza i suoi pensieri
+ a par de' tuoi misteri.
+ Amor, degno maestro
+ sol tu sei di te stesso,
+ e sol tu sei da te medesmo espresso;
+ tu di legger insegni
+ ai pi\`u rustici ingegni
+ quelle mirabil cose
+ che con lettre amorose
+ scrivi di propria man negli occhi altrui;
+ tu in bei facondi detti
+ sciogli la lingua de' fedeli tuoi;
+ e spesso (oh strana e nova
+ eloquenza d'Amore!)
+ spesso in un dir confuso
+ e 'n parole interrotte
+ meglio si esprime il core,
+ e pi\`u par che si mova,
+ che non si fa con voci adorne e dotte;
+ e 'l silenzio ancor suole
+ aver prieghi e parole.
+ Amor, leggan pur gli altri
+ le socratiche carte,
+ ch'io in due begli occhi apprender\`o quest'arte;
+ e perderan le rime
+ de le penne pi\`u saggie
+ appo le mie selvaggie,
+ che rozza mano in rozza scorza imprime.
+
+
+
+\Atto
+
+\Scena
+
+\( \5, \9\)
+
+ \5 Oh crudeltate estrema, oh ingrato core,
+ oh donna ingrata, oh tre fiate e quattro
+ ingratissimo sesso! E tu, natura,
+ negligente maestra, perch\'e solo
+ a le donne nel volto e in quel di fuori
+ ponesti quanto in loro \`e di gentile,
+ di mansueto e di cortese, e tutte
+ l'altre parti obliasti? Ahi, miserello,
+ forse ha se stesso ucciso; ei non appare;
+ io l'ho cerco e ricerco omai tre ore
+ nel loco ov'io il lasciai e nei contorni:
+ n\'e trovo lui n\'e orme de' suoi passi.
+ Ahi, che s'\`e certo ucciso! Io vo' novella
+ chiederne a que' pastor che col\`a veggio.
+ Amici, avete visto Aminta, o inteso
+ novella di lui forse? \\
+
+ \9 Tu mi pari
+ cos\`{\i} turbato: e qual cagion t'affanna?
+ Ond'\`e questo sudor, e questo ansare?
+ Havvi nulla di mal? fa che 'l sappiamo.
+
+ \5 Temo del mal d'Aminta: avetel visto?
+
+ \9 Noi visto non l'abbiam dapoi che teco,
+ buona pezza, part\`{\i}; ma che ne temi?
+
+ \5 Ch'egli non s'abbia ucciso di sua mano.
+
+ \9 Ucciso di sua mano? or perch\'e questo?
+ che ne stimi cagione? \\
+
+ \5 Odio ed Amore.
+
+ \9 Duo potenti inimici, insieme aggiunti,
+ che far non ponno? Ma parla pi\`u chiaro.
+
+ \5 L'amar troppo una ninfa, e l'esser troppo
+ odiato da lei. \\
+
+ \9 Deh, narra il tutto;
+ questo \`e luogo di passo, e forse intanto
+ alcun verr\`a che nova di lui rechi:
+ forse arrivar potrebbe anch'egli istesso.
+
+ \5 Dirollo volontier, ch\'e non \`e giusto,
+ che tanta ingratitudine e s\`{\i} strana
+ senza l'infamia debita si resti.
+ Presentito avea Aminta (ed io fui lasso,
+ colui che rifer\`{\i}'lo e che 'l condussi:
+ or me ne pento) che Silvia dovea
+ con Dafne ire a lavarsi ad una fonte.
+ L\`a dunque s'invi\`o dubbio ed incerto,
+ mosso non dal suo cor, ma sol dal mio
+ stimolar importuno; e spesso in forse
+ fu di tornar indietro, ed io 'l sospinsi,
+ pur mal suo grado, inanzi. Or quando omai
+ c'era il fonte vicino, ecco, sentiamo
+ un feminil lamento; e quasi a un tempo
+ Dafne veggiam, che battea palma a palma;
+ la qual, come ci vide, alz\`o la voce:
+ ``Ah, correte,'' grid\`o ``Silvia \`e sforzata''.
+ L'inamorato Aminta, che ci\`o intese,
+ si spicc\`o com'un pardo, ed io segu\`{\i}'lo;
+ ecco miriamo a un'arbore legata
+ la giovinetta, ignuda come nacque,
+ ed a legarla fune era il suo crine:
+ il suo crine medesmo in mille nodi
+ a la pianta era avvolto; e 'l suo bel cinto,
+ che del sen virginal fu pria custode,
+ di quello stupro era ministro, ed ambe
+ le mani al duro tronco le stringea;
+ e la pianta medesma avea prestati
+ legami contra lei: ch'una ritorta
+ d'un pieghevole ramo avea a ciascuna
+ de le tenere gambe. A fronte a fronte
+ un satiro villan noi le vedemmo,
+ che di legarla pur allor finia.
+ Ella quanto potea faceva schermo;
+ ma che potuto avrebbe a lungo andare?
+ Aminta, con un dardo che tenea
+ ne la man destra, al satiro avventossi
+ come un leone, ed io fra tanto pieno
+ m'avea di sassi il grembo, onde fuggissi.
+ Come la fuga de l'altro concesse
+ spazio a lui di mirare, egli rivolse
+ i cupidi occhi in quelle membra belle,
+ che, come suole tremolare il latte
+ ne' giunchi, s\`{\i} parean morbide e bianche.
+ E tutto 'l vidi sfavillar nel viso;
+ poscia accostossi pianamente a lei
+ tutto modesto, e disse: ``O bella Silvia,
+ perdona a queste man, se troppo ardire
+ \`e l'appressarsi a le tue dolci membra,
+ perch\'e necessit\`a dura le sforza:
+ necessit\`a di scioglier questi nodi;
+ n\'e questa grazia, che fortuna vuole
+ conceder loro, tuo mal grado sia''.
+
+ \9 Parole d'ammollir un cor di sasso.
+ Ma che rispose allor? \\
+
+ \5 Nulla rispose,
+ ma disdegnosa e vergognosa a terra
+ chinava il viso, e 'l delicato seno,
+ quanto potea torcendosi, celava.
+ Egli, fattosi inanzi, il biondo crine
+ cominci\`o a sviluppare, e disse in tanto:
+ ``Gi\`a di nodi s\`{\i} bei non era degno
+ cos\`{\i} ruvido tronco: or, che vantaggio
+ hanno i servi d'Amor, se lor commune
+ \`e con le piante il prezioso laccio?
+ Pianta crudel, potesti quel bel crine
+ offender tu, ch'a te feo tanto onore?''
+ Quinci con le sue man le man le sciolse,
+ in modo tal che parea che temesse
+ pur di toccarle, e desiasse insieme;
+ si chin\`o poi per islegarle i piedi;
+ ma come Silvia in libert\`a le mani
+ si vide, disse in atto dispettoso:
+ ``Pastor, non mi toccar: son di Diana;
+ per me stessa sapr\`o sciogliermi i piedi''.
+ \9 Or tanto orgoglio alberga in cor di ninfa?
+ Ahi d'opra graziosa ingrato merto!
+ \5 Ei si trasse in disparte riverente,
+ non alzando pur gli occhi per mirarla,
+ negando a se medesmo il suo piacere,
+ per t\^orre a lei fatica di negarlo.
+ Io, che m'era nascoso, e vedea il tutto
+ ed udia il tutto, allor fui per gridare;
+ pur mi ritenni. Or odi strana cosa.
+ Dopo molta fatica ella si sciolse;
+ e, sciolta a pena, senza dire ``A Dio'',
+ a fuggir cominci\`o com'una cerva;
+ e pur nulla cagione avea di tema,
+ ch\'e l'era noto il rispetto d'Aminta.
+
+ \9 Perch\'e dunque fuggissi? \\
+
+ \5 A la sua fuga
+ volse l'obligo aver, non a l'altrui
+ modesto amore. \\
+
+ \9 Ed in quest'anco \`e ingrata.
+ Ma che fe' 'l miserello allor? che disse?
+
+ \5 No 'l so, ch'io, pien di mal talento, corsi
+ per arrivarla e ritenerla, e 'nvano,
+ ch'io la smarrii; e poi tornando dove
+ lasciai Aminta al fonte, no 'l trovai;
+ ma presago \`e il mio cor di qualche male.
+ So ch'egli era disposto di morire,
+ prima che ci\`o avvenisse. \\
+
+ \9 \`E uso ed arte
+ di ciascun ch'ama minacciarsi morte;
+ ma rade volte poi segue l'effetto.
+
+ \5 Dio faccia ch'ei non sia tra questi rari.
+
+ \9 Non sar\`a, no. \\
+
+ \5 Io voglio irmene a l'antro
+ del saggio Elpino: ivi, s'\`e vivo, forse
+ sar\`a ridotto, ove sovente suole
+ raddolcir gli amarissimi martiri
+ al dolce suon de la sampogna chiara,
+ ch'ad udir trae dagli alti monti i sassi,
+ e correr fa di puro latte i fiumi,
+ e stillar mele da le dure scorze.
+
+
+\Scena
+
+\(\4, \2, \7\)
+
+ \4 Dispietata pietate
+ fu la tua veramente, o Dafne, allora
+ che ritenesti il dardo;
+ per\`o che 'l mio morire
+ pi\`u amaro sar\`a, quanto pi\`u tardo.
+ Ed or perch\'e m'avvolgi
+ per s\`{\i} diverse strade e per s\`{\i} varii
+ ragionamenti in vano? di che temi?
+ ch'io non m'uccida? Temi del mio bene.
+
+ \2 Non disperar, Aminta,
+ ch\'e, s'io lei ben conosco,
+ sola vergogna fu, non crudeltate,
+ quella che mosse Silvia a fuggir via.
+
+ \4 Ohim\`e, che mia salute
+ sarebbe il disperare,
+ poich\'e sol la speranza
+ \`e stata mia rovina; ed anco, ahi lasso,
+ tenta di germogliar dentr'al mio petto,
+ sol perch\'e io viva: e quale \`e maggior male
+ de la vita d'un misero com'io?
+
+ \2 Vivi, misero, vivi
+ ne la miseria tua; e questo stato
+ sopporta sol per divenir felice,
+ quando che sia. Fia premio de la speme,
+ se vivendo e sperando ti mantieni,
+ quel che vedesti ne la bella ignuda.
+
+ \4 Non pareva ad Amor e a mia fortuna
+ ch'a pien misero fossi, s'anco a pieno
+ non m'era dimostrato
+ quel che m'era negato.
+
+ \7 Dunque a me pur convien esser sinistra
+ c\`ornice d'amarissima novella!
+ Oh per mai sempre misero Montano,
+ qual animo fia 'l tuo quando udirai
+ de l'unica tua Silvia il duro caso?
+ Padre vecchio, orbo padre: ahi, non pi\`u padre!
+
+ \2 Odo una mesta voce. \\
+
+ \4 Io odo 'l nome
+ di Silvia, che gli orecchi e 'l cor mi fere;
+ ma chi \`e che la noma? \\
+
+ \2 Ella \`e Nerina,
+ ninfa gentil che tanto a Cinzia \`e cara,
+ c'ha s\`{\i} begli occhi e cos\`{\i} belle mani
+ e modi s\`{\i} avvenenti e graziosi.
+
+ \7 E pur voglio che 'l sappi e che procuri
+ di ritrovar le reliquie infelici,
+ se nulla ve ne resta. Ahi Silvia, ahi dura
+ infelice tua sorte!
+
+ \4 Ohim\`e, che fia? che costei dice? \\
+
+ \7 Dafne!
+
+ \2 Che parli fra te stessa, e perch\'e nomi
+ tu Silvia, e poi sospiri? \\
+
+ \7 Ahi, ch'a ragione
+ sospiro l'aspro caso! \\
+
+ \4 Ahi, di qual caso
+ pu\`o ragionar costei? Io sento, io sento
+ che mi s'agghiaccia il core e mi si chiude
+ lo spirto. \`E viva?
+
+ \2 Narra, qual aspro caso \`e quel che dici?
+
+ \7 O Dio, perch\'e son io
+ la messaggiera? E pur convien narrarlo.
+ Venne Silvia al mio albergo ignuda; e quale
+ fosse l'occasion, saper la d\'ei;
+ poi rivestita mi preg\`o che seco
+ ir volessi a la caccia che ordinata
+ era nel bosco c'ha nome da l'elci.
+ Io la compiacqui: andammo, e ritrovammo
+ molte ninfe ridotte; ed indi a poco
+ ecco, di non so d'onde, un lupo sbuca,
+ grande fuor di misura, e da le labra
+ gocciolava una bava sanguinosa;
+ Silvia un quadrello adatta su la corda
+ d'un arco ch'io le diedi, e tira e 'l coglie
+ a sommo 'l capo: ei si rinselva, ed ella,
+ vibrando un dardo, dentro 'l bosco il segue.
+
+ \4 Oh dolente principio; ohim\`e, qual fine
+ gi\`a mi s'annuncia? \\
+
+ \7 Io con un altro dardo
+ seguo la traccia, ma lontana assai,
+ ch\'e pi\`u tarda mi mossi. Come furo
+ dentro a la selva, pi\`u non la rividi:
+ ma pur per l'orme lor tanto m'avvolsi,
+ che giunsi nel pi\`u folto e pi\`u deserto;
+ quivi il dardo di Silvia in terra scorsi,
+ n\'e molto indi lontano un bianco velo,
+ ch'io stessa le ravvolsi al crine; e, mentre
+ mi guardo intorno, vidi sette lupi
+ che leccavan di terra alquanto sangue
+ sparto intorno a cert'ossa affatto nude;
+ e fu mia sorte ch'io non fui veduta
+ da loro, tanto intenti erano al pasto;
+ tal che, piena di tema e di pietate,
+ indietro ritornai; e questo \`e quanto
+ posso dirvi di Silvia; ed ecco 'l velo.
+
+ \4 Poco p\`arti aver detto? Oh velo, oh sangue,
+ oh Silvia, tu se' morta! \\
+
+ \2 Oh miserello,
+ tramortito \`e d'affanno, e forse morto.
+
+ \7 Egli rispira pure: questo fia
+ un breve svenimento; ecco, riviene.
+
+ \4 Dolor, che s\`{\i} mi crucii,
+ ch\'e non m'uccidi omai? tu sei pur lento!
+ Forse lasci l'officio a la mia mano.
+ Io son, io son contento
+ ch'ella prenda tal cura,
+ poi che tu la ricusi, o che non puoi.
+ Ohim\`e, se nulla manca
+ a la certezza omai,
+ e nulla manca al colmo
+ de la miseria mia,
+ che bado? che pi\`u aspetto? O Dafne, o Dafne,
+ a questo amaro fin tu mi salvasti,
+ a questo fine amaro?
+ Bello e dolce morir fu certo allora
+ che uccidere io mi volsi.
+ Tu me 'l negasti, e 'l Ciel, a cui parea
+ ch'io precorressi col morir la noia
+ ch'apprestata m'avea.
+ Or che fatt'ha l'estremo
+ de la sua crudeltate,
+ ben soffrir\`a ch'io moia,
+ e tu soffrir lo dei.
+
+ \2 Aspetta a la tua morte,
+ sin che 'l ver meglio intenda.
+
+ \4 Ohim\`e, che vuoi ch'attenda?
+ Ohim\`e, che troppo ho atteso, e troppo inteso.
+
+ \7 Deh, foss'io stata muta!
+
+ \4 Ninfa, dammi, ti prego,
+ quel velo ch'\`e di lei
+ solo e misero avanzo,
+ s\`{\i} ch'egli m'accompagne
+ per questo breve spazio
+ e di via e di vita che mi resta,
+ e con la sua presenza
+ accresca quel martire,
+ ch'\`e ben picciol martire,
+ s'ho bisogno d'aiuto al mio morire.
+
+ \7 Debbo darlo o negarlo?
+ La cagion perch\'e 'l chiedi
+ fa ch'io debba negarlo.
+
+ \4 Crudel, s\`{\i} picciol dono
+ mi nieghi al punto estremo?
+ E in questo anco maligno
+ mi si mostra il mio fato. Io cedo, io cedo:
+ a te si resti; e voi restate ancora,
+ ch'io vo per non tornare.
+
+ \2 Aminta, aspetta, ascolta...
+ Ohim\`e, con quanta furia egli si parte!
+
+ \7 Egli va s\`{\i} veloce,
+ che fia vano il seguirlo; ond'\`e pur meglio
+ ch'io segua il mio viaggio; e forse \`e meglio
+ ch'io taccia e nulla conti
+ al misero Montano.
+
+ \9 Non bisogna la morte,
+ ch'a stringer nobil core
+ prima basta la fede, e poi l'amore.
+ N\'e quella che si cerca
+ \`e s\`{\i} difficil fama
+ seguendo chi ben ama,
+ ch'amore \`e merce, e con amar si merca.
+ E cercando l'amor si trova spesso
+ gloria immortal appresso.
+
+
+
+\Atto
+
+\Scena
+
+\(\2, \3, \9\)
+
+ \2 Ne porti il vento, con la ria novella,
+ che s'era di te sparta, ogni tuo male
+ e presente e futuro. Tu sei viva
+ e sana, Dio lodato, ed io per morta
+ pur ora ti tenea: in tal maniera
+ m'avea Nerina il tuo caso dipinto.
+ Ahi, fosse stata muta, ed altri sordo!
+
+ \3 Certo 'l rischio fu grande, ed ella avea
+ giusta cagion di sospettarmi morta.
+
+ \2 Ma non giusta cagion avea di dirlo.
+ Or narra tu qual fosse 'l rischio, e come
+ tu lo fuggisti. \\
+
+ \3 Io, seguitando un lupo,
+ mi rinselvai nel pi\`u profondo bosco,
+ tanto ch'io ne perdei la traccia. Or, mentre
+ cerco di ritornare onde mi tolsi,
+ il vidi, e riconobbi a un stral che fitto
+ gli aveva di mia man press'un orecchio.
+ Il vidi con molt'altri intorno a un corpo
+ d'un animal ch'avea di fresco ucciso,
+ ma non distinsi ben la forma. Il lupo
+ ferito, credo, mi conobbe, e 'ncontro
+ mi venne con la bocca sanguinosa.
+ Io l'aspettava ardita, e con la destra
+ vibrava un dardo. Tu sai ben s'io sono
+ maestra di ferire, e se mai soglio
+ far colpo in fallo. Or, quando il vidi tanto
+ vicin, che giusto spazio mi parea
+ a la percossa, lanciai un dardo, e 'n vano:
+ ch\'e, colpa di fortuna o pur mia colpa,
+ in vece sua colsi una pianta. Allora
+ pi\`u ingordo incontro ei mi venia; ed io
+ che 'l vidi s\`{\i} vicin, che stimai vano
+ l'uso de l'arco, non avendo altr'armi,
+ a la fuga ricorsi. Io fuggo, ed egli
+ non resta di seguirmi. Or odi caso:
+ un vel, ch'aveva involto intorno al crine,
+ si spieg\`o in parte, e giva ventilando,
+ s\`{\i} ch'ad un ramo avviluppossi. Io sento
+ che non so chi mi tien e mi ritarda.
+ Io, per la tema del morir, raddoppio
+ la forza al corso, e d'altra parte il ramo
+ non cede, e non mi lascia; al fin mi svolgo
+ del velo, e alquanto de' miei crini ancora
+ lascio svelti co 'l velo; e cotant'ali
+ m'impenn\`o la paura ai pi\`e fugaci,
+ ch'ei non mi giunse e salva uscii del bosco.
+ Poi, tornando al mio albergo, io t'incontrai
+ tutta turbata, e mi stupii vedendo
+ stupirti al mio apparir. \\
+
+ \2 Ohim\`e, tu vivi,
+ altri non gi\`a. \\
+
+ \3 Che dici? ti rincresce
+ forse ch'io viva sia? M'odii tu tanto?
+
+ \2 Mi piace di tua vita, ma mi duole
+ de l'altrui morte. \\
+
+ \3 E di qual morte intendi?
+
+ \2 De la morte d'Aminta. \\
+
+ \3 Ahi, come \`e morto?
+
+ \2 Il come non so dir, n\'e so dir anco
+ s'\`e ver l'effetto; ma per certo il credo.
+
+ \3 Ch'\`e ci\`o che tu mi dici? ed a chi rechi
+ la cagion di sua morte? \\
+
+ \2 A la tua morte.
+
+ \3 Io non t'intendo. \\
+
+ \2 La dura novella
+ de la tua morte, ch'egli ud\`{\i} e credette,
+ avr\`a porto al meschino il laccio o 'l ferro
+ od altra cosa tal che l'avr\`a ucciso.
+
+ \3 Vano il sospetto in te de la sua morte
+ sar\`a, come fu van de la mia morte;
+ ch'ognuno a suo poter salva la vita.
+
+ \2 O Silvia, Silvia, tu non sai n\'e credi
+ quanto 'l foco d'amor possa in un petto,
+ che petto sia di carne e non di pietra,
+ com' \`e cotesto tuo: ch\'e, se creduto
+ l'avessi, avresti amato chi t'amava
+ pi\`u che le care pupille degli occhi,
+ pi\`u che lo spirto de la vita sua.
+ Il credo io ben, anzi l'ho visto e sollo:
+ il vidi, quando tu fuggisti, o fera
+ pi\`u che tigre crudel, ed in quel punto,
+ ch'abbracciar lo dovevi, il vidi un dardo
+ rivolgere in se stesso, e quello al petto
+ premersi disperato, n\'e pentirsi
+ poscia nel fatto, che le vesti ed anco
+ la pelle trapassossi, e nel suo sangue
+ lo tinse; e 'l ferro saria giunto a dentro,
+ e passato quel cor che tu passasti
+ pi\`u duramente, se non ch'io gli tenni
+ il braccio, e l'impedii ch'altro non fesse.
+ Ahi lassa, e forse quella breve piaga
+ solo una prova fu del suo furore
+ e de la disperata sua costanza,
+ e mostr\`o quella strada al ferro audace,
+ che correr poi dovea liberamente.
+
+ \3 Oh, che mi narri? \\
+
+ \2 Il vidi poscia, allora
+ ch'intese l'amarissima novella
+ de la tua morte, tramortir d'affanno,
+ e poi partirsi furioso in fretta,
+ per uccider se stesso; e s'avr\`a ucciso
+ veracemente. \\
+
+ \3 E ci\`o per fermo tieni?
+
+ \2 Io non v'ho dubbio. \\
+
+ \3 Ohim\`e, tu no 'l seguisti
+ per impedirlo? Ohim\`e, cerchiamo, andiamo,
+ che, poi ch'egli moria per la mia morte,
+ de' per la vita mia restare in vita.
+
+ \2 Io lo seguii, ma correa s\`{\i} veloce
+ che mi spar\`{\i} tosto dinanzi, e 'ndarno
+ poi mi girai per le sue orme. Or dove
+ vuoi tu cercar, se non n'hai traccia alcuna?
+
+ \3 Egli morr\`a, se no 'l troviamo, ahi lassa;
+ e sar\`a l'omicida ei di se stesso.
+
+ \2 Crudel, forse t'incresce ch'a te tolga
+ la gloria di quest'atto? esser tu dunque
+ l'omicida vorresti? e non ti pare
+ che la sua cruda morte esser debb'opra
+ d'altri che di tua mano? Or ti consola,
+ ch\'e, comunque egli muoia, per te muore,
+ e tu sei che l'uccidi.
+
+ \3 Ohim\`e, che tu m'accori, e quel cordoglio
+ ch'io sento del suo caso inacerbisce
+ con l'acerba memoria
+ de la mia crudeltate,
+ ch'io chiamava onestate; e ben fu tale,
+ ma fu troppo severa e rigorosa;
+ or me n'accorgo e pento. \\
+
+ \2 Oh, quel ch'io odo!
+ Tu sei pietosa, tu, tu senti al core
+ spirto alcun di pietate? oh che vegg'io?
+ tu piangi, tu, superba? Oh maraviglia!
+ Che pianto \`e questo tuo? pianto d'amore?
+
+ \3 Pianto d'amor non gi\`a, ma di pietate.
+
+ \2 La piet\`a messaggiera \`e de l'amore,
+ come 'l lampo del tuono. \\
+
+ \9 Anzi sovente
+ quando egli vuol ne' petti virginelli
+ occulto entrare, onde fu prima escluso
+ da severa onest\`a, l'abito prende,
+ prende l'aspetto de la sua ministra
+ e sua nuncia, pietate; e con tai larve
+ le semplici ingannando, \`e dentro accolto.
+
+ \2 Questo \`e pianto d'amor, ch\'e troppo abonda.
+ Tu taci? ami tu, Silvia? ami, ma in vano.
+ Oh potenza d'Amor, giusto castigo
+ manda sovra costei. Misero Aminta!
+ Tu, in guisa d'ape che ferendo muore
+ e ne le piaghe altrui lascia la vita,
+ con la tua morte hai pur trafitto al fine
+ quel duro cor, che non potesti mai
+ punger vivendo. Or, se tu, spirto errante,
+ s\`{\i} come io credo, e de le membra ignudo,
+ qui intorno sei, mira il suo pianto, e godi:
+ amante in vita, amato in morte; e s'era
+ tuo destin che tu fossi in morte amato,
+ e se questa crudel volea l'amore
+ venderti sol con prezzo cos\`{\i} caro,
+ desti quel prezzo tu ch'ella richiese,
+ e l'amor suo col tuo morir comprasti.
+
+ \9 Caro prezzo a chi 'l diede; a chi 'l riceve
+ prezzo inutile, e infame. \\
+
+ \3 Oh potess'io
+ con l'amor mio comprar la vita sua;
+ anzi pur con la mia la vita sua,
+ s'egli \`e pur morto! \\
+
+ \2 O tardi saggia, e tardi
+ pietosa, quando ci\`o nulla rileva!
+
+
+\Scena
+
+\( \10, \9, \3, \2\)
+
+ \10 Io ho s\`{\i} pieno il petto di pietate
+ e s\`{\i} pieno d'orror, che non rimiro
+ n\'e odo alcuna cosa, ond'io mi volga,
+ la qual non mi spaventi e non m'affanni.
+
+ \9 Or ch'apporta costui,
+ ch'\`e s\`{\i} turbato in vista ed in favella?
+
+ \10 Porto l'aspra novella
+ de la morte d'Aminta. \\
+
+ \3 Ohim\`e, che dice?
+
+ \10 Il pi\`u nobil pastor di queste selve,
+ che fu cos\`{\i} gentil, cos\`{\i} leggiadro,
+ cos\`{\i} caro a le ninfe ed a le Muse,
+ ed \`e morto fanciullo, ahi, di che morte!
+
+ \9 Contane, prego, il tutto, acci\`o che teco
+ pianger possiam la sua sciagura e nostra.
+
+ \3 Ohim\`e, ch'io non ardisco
+ appressarmi ad udire
+ quel ch'\`e pur forza udire. Empio mio core,
+ mio duro alpestre core,
+ di che, di che paventi?
+ Vattene incontra pure
+ a quei coltei pungenti
+ che costui porta ne la lingua, e quivi
+ mostra la tua fierezza.
+ Pastore, io vengo a parte
+ di quel dolor che tu prometti altrui,
+ ch\'e a me ben si conviene
+ pi\`u che forse non pensi; ed io 'l ricevo
+ come dovuta cosa. Or tu di lui
+ non mi sii dunque scarso.
+
+ \10 Ninfa, io ti credo bene,
+ ch'io sentii quel meschino in su la morte
+ finir la vita sua
+ co 'l chiamar il tuo nome.
+
+ \2 Ora comincia omai
+ questa dolente istoria.
+
+ \10 Io era a mezzo 'l colle, ove avea tese
+ certe mie reti, quanto assai vicino
+ vidi passar Aminta, in volto e in atti
+ troppo mutato da quel ch'ei soleva,
+ troppo turbato e scuro. Io corsi, e corsi
+ tanto che 'l giunsi e lo fermai; ed egli
+ mi disse: ``Ergasto, io vo' che tu mi faccia
+ un gran piacere: quest'\`e, che tu ne venga
+ meco per testimonio d'un mio fatto;
+ ma pria voglio da te che tu mi leghi
+ di stretto giuramento la tua fede
+ di startene in disparte e non por mano,
+ per impedirmi in quel che son per fare''.
+ Io (chi pensato avria caso s\`{\i} strano,
+ n\'e s\`{\i} pazzo furor?), com' egli volse,
+ feci scongiuri orribili, chiamando
+ e Pane e Pale e Priapo e Pomona,
+ ed Ecate notturna. Indi si mosse,
+ e mi condusse ov'\`e scosceso il colle,
+ e gi\`u per balzi e per dirupi incolti
+ strada non gi\`a, ch\'e non v'\`e strada alcuna,
+ ma cala un precipizio in una valle.
+ Qui ci fermammo. Io, rimirando a basso,
+ tutto sentii raccapricciarmi, e 'ndietro
+ tosto mi trassi; ed egli un cotal poco
+ parve ridesse, e serenossi in viso;
+ onde quell'atto pi\`u rassicurommi.
+ Indi parlommi s\`{\i}: ``Fa che tu conti
+ a le ninfe e ai pastor ci\`o che vedrai''.
+ Poi disse, in gi\`u guardando:
+ ``Se presti a mio volere
+ cos\`{\i} aver io potessi
+ la gola e i denti de gli avidi lupi,
+ com'ho questi dirupi,
+ sol vorrei far la morte
+ che fece la mia vita:
+ vorrei che queste mie membra meschine
+ s\`{\i} fosser lacerate,
+ ohim\`e, come gi\`a foro
+ quelle sue delicate.
+ Poi che non posso, e 'l cielo
+ dinega al mio desire
+ gli animali voraci,
+ che ben verriano a tempo, io prender voglio
+ altra strada al morire:
+ prender\`o quella via
+ che, se non la devuta,
+ almen fia la pi\`u breve.
+ Silvia, io ti seguo, io vengo
+ a farti compagnia,
+ se non la sdegnerai;
+ e morirei contento,
+ s'io fossi certo almeno
+ che 'l mio venirti dietro
+ turbar non ti dovesse,
+ e che fosse finita
+ l'ira tua con la vita.
+ Silvia, io ti seguo, io vengo''. Cos\`{\i} detto,
+ precipitossi d'alto
+ co 'l capo in giuso; ed io restai di ghiaccio.
+
+ \2 Misero Aminta! \\
+
+ \3 Ohim\`e!
+
+ \9 Perch\'e non l'impedisti?
+ Forse ti fu ritegno a ritenerlo
+ il fatto giuramento?
+
+ \10 Questo no, ch\'e, sprezzando i giuramenti,
+ vani forse in tal caso,
+ quand'io m'accorsi del suo pazzo ed empio
+ proponimento, con la man vi corsi,
+ e, come volse la sua dura sorte,
+ lo presi in questa fascia di zendado
+ che lo cingeva; la qual, non potendo
+ l'impeto e 'l peso sostener del corpo,
+ che s'era tutto abandonato, in mano
+ spezzata mi rimase. \\
+
+ \9 E che divenne
+ de l'infelice corpo? \\
+
+ \10 Io no 'l so dire:
+ ch'era s\`{\i} pien d'orrore e di pietate,
+ che non mi diede il cor di rimirarvi,
+ per non vederlo in pezzi. \\
+
+ \9 O strano caso!
+
+ \3 Ohim\`e, ben son di sasso,
+ poi che questa novella non m'uccide.
+ Ahi, se la falsa morte
+ di chi tanto l'odiava
+ a lui tolse la vita,
+ ben sarebbe ragione
+ che la verace morte
+ di chi tanto m'amava
+ togliesse a me la vita;
+ e vo' che la mi tolga,
+ se non potr\`o co 'l duol, almen co 'l ferro,
+ o pur con questa fascia,
+ che non senza cagione
+ non segu\`{\i} le ruine
+ del suo dolce signore,
+ ma rest\`o sol per fare in me vendetta
+ de l'empio mio rigore
+ e del suo amaro fine.
+ Cinto infelice, cinto
+ di signor pi\`u infelice,
+ non ti spiaccia restare
+ in s\`{\i} odioso albergo,
+ ch\'e tu vi resti sol per instrumento
+ di vendetta e di pena.
+ Dovea certo, io dovea
+ esser compagna al mondo
+ de l'infelice Aminta.
+ Poscia ch'allor non volsi,
+ sar\`o per opra tua
+ sua compagna a l'inferno.
+
+ \9 Cons\`olati, meschina,
+ che questo \`e di fortuna e non tua colpa.
+
+ \3 Pastor, di chi piangete?
+ Se piangete il mio affanno,
+ io non merto pietate,
+ ch\'e non la seppi usare;
+ se piangete il morire
+ del misero innocente,
+ questo \`e picciolo segno
+ a s\`{\i} alta cagione. E tu rasciuga,
+ Dafne, queste tue lagrime, per Dio.
+ Se cagion ne son io,
+ ben ti voglio pregare,
+ non per piet\`a di me, ma per pietate
+ di chi degno ne fue,
+ che m'aiuti a cercare
+ l'infelici sue membra e a sepelirle.
+ Questo sol mi ritiene,
+ ch'or ora non m'uccida:
+ pagar vo' questo ufficio,
+ poi ch'altro non m'avanza,
+ a l'amor ch'ei portommi;
+ e se ben quest'empia
+ mano contaminare
+ potesse la piet\`a de l'opra, pure
+ so che gli sar\`a cara
+ l'opra di questa mano;
+ ch\'e so certo ch'ei m'ama,
+ come mostr\`o morendo.
+
+ \2 Son contenta aiutarti in questo ufficio;
+ ma tu gi\`a non pensare
+ d'aver poscia a morire.
+
+ \3 Sin qui vissi a me stessa,
+ a la mia feritate: or, quel ch'avanza,
+ viver voglio ad Aminta;
+ e, se non posso a lui,
+ viver\`o al freddo suo
+ cadavero infelice.
+ Tanto, e non pi\`u, mi lice
+ restar nel mondo, e poi finir a un punto
+ e l'essequie e la vita.
+ Pastor, ma quale strada
+ ci conduce a la valle, ove il dirupo
+ va a terminare? \\
+
+ \10 Questa vi conduce;
+ e quinci poco spazio ella \`e lontana.
+
+ \2 Andiam, che verr\`o teco e guiderotti;
+ ch\'e ben rammento il luogo. \\
+
+ \3 A Dio, pastori;
+ piagge, a Dio; a Dio, selve; e fiumi, a Dio.
+ \10 Costei parla di modo, che dimostra
+ d'esser disposta a l'ultima partita.
+ \9 Ci\`o che morte rallenta, Amor, restringi,
+ amico tu di pace, ella di guerra,
+ e del suo trionfar trionfi e regni;
+ e mentre due bell'alme annodi e cingi,
+ cos\`{\i} rendi sembiante al ciel la terra,
+ che d'abitarla tu non fuggi o sdegni.
+ Non sono ire l\`a su: gli umani ingegni
+ tu placidi ne rendi, e l'odio interno
+ sgombri, signor, da' mansueti cori,
+ sgombri mille furori;
+ e quasi fai col tuo valor superno
+ de le cose mortali un giro eterno.
+
+
+
+\Atto
+
+\(\8, \9\)
+
+ \8 Veramente la legge con che Amore
+ il suo imperio governa eternamente
+ non \`e dura, n\'e obliqua; e l'opre sue,
+ piene di providenza e di mistero,
+ altri a torto condanna. Oh con quant'arte,
+ e per che ignote strade egli conduce
+ l'uom ad esser beato, e fra le gioie
+ del suo amoroso paradiso il pone,
+ quando ei pi\`u crede al fondo esser de' mali!
+ Ecco, precipitando, Aminta ascende
+ al colmo, al sommo d'ogni contentezza.
+ Oh fortunato Aminta, oh te felice
+ tanto pi\`u, quanto misero pi\`u fosti!
+ Or co 'l tuo essempio a me lice sperare,
+ quando che sia, che quella bella ed empia,
+ che sotto il riso di piet\`a ricopre
+ il mortal ferro di sua feritate,
+ sani le piaghe mie con piet\`a vera,
+ che con finta pietate al cor mi fece.
+
+ \9 Quel che qui viene \`e il saggio Elpino, e parla
+ cos\`{\i} d'Aminta come vivo ei fosse,
+ chiamandolo felice e fortunato:
+ dura condizione degli amanti!
+ Forse egli stima fortunato amante
+ chi muore, e morto al fin piet\`a ritrova
+ nel cor de la sua ninfa; e questo chiama
+ paradiso d'Amore, e questo spera.
+ Di che lieve merc\'e l'alato Dio
+ i suoi servi contenta! Elpin, tu dunque
+ in s\`{\i} misero stato sei, che chiami
+ fortunata la morte miserabile
+ de l'infelice Aminta? e un simil fine
+ sortir vorresti? \\
+
+ \8 Amici, state allegri,
+ che falso \`e quel romor che a voi pervenne
+ de la sua morte. \\
+
+ \9 Oh che ci narri, e quanto
+ ci racconsoli! E non \`e dunque il vero
+ che si precipitasse? \\
+
+ \8 Anzi \`e pur vero,
+ ma fu felice il precipizio, e sotto
+ una dolente imagine di morte
+ gli rec\`o vita e gioia. Egli or si giace
+ nel seno accolto de l'amata ninfa,
+ quanto spietata gi\`a, tanto or pietosa;
+ e le rasciuga da' begli occhi il pianto
+ con la sua bocca. Io a trovar ne vado
+ Montano, di lei padre, ed a condurlo
+ col\`a dov'essi stanno; e solo il suo
+ volere \`e quel che manca, e che prolunga
+ il concorde voler d'ambidue loro.
+
+ \9 Pari \`e l'et\`a, la gentilezza \`e pari,
+ e concorde il desio; e 'l buon Montano
+ vago \`e d'aver nipoti e di munire
+ di s\`{\i} dolce presidio la vecchiaia,
+ s\`{\i} che far\`a del lor volere il suo.
+ Ma tu, deh, Elpin, narra qual dio, qual sorte
+ nel periglioso precipizio Aminta
+ abbia salvato. \\
+
+ \8 Io son contento: udite,
+ udite quel che con quest'occhi ho visto.
+ Io era anzi il mio speco, che si giace
+ presso la valle, e quasi a pi\`e del colle,
+ dove la costa face di s\'e grembo;
+ quivi con Tirsi ragionando andava
+ pur di colei che ne l'istessa rete
+ lui prima, e me dapoi, ravvolse e strinse,
+ e proponendo a la sua fuga, al suo
+ libero stato, il mio dolce servigio,
+ quando ci trasse gli occhi ad alto un grido:
+ e 'l veder rovinar un uom dal sommo,
+ e 'l vederlo cader sovra una macchia,
+ fu tutto un punto. Sporgea fuor del colle,
+ poco di sopra a noi, d'erbe e di spini
+ e d'altri rami strettamente giunti
+ e quasi in un tessuti, un fascio grande.
+ Quivi, prima che urtasse in altro luogo,
+ a cader venne; e bench'egli co 'l peso
+ lo sfondasse, e pi\`u in giuso indi cadesse,
+ quasi su' nostri piedi, quel ritegno
+ tanto d'impeto tolse a la caduta,
+ ch'ella non fu mortal; fu nondimeno
+ grave cos\`{\i}, ch'ei giacque un'ora e piue
+ stordito affatto e di se stesso fuori.
+ Noi muti di pietate e di stupore
+ restammo a lo spettacolo improviso,
+ riconoscendo lui; ma conoscendo
+ ch'egli morto non era, e che non era
+ per morir forse, mitighiam l'affanno.
+ Allor Tirsi mi di\`e notizia intiera
+ de' suoi secreti ed angosciosi amori.
+ Ma, mentre procuriam di ravvivarlo
+ con diversi argomenti, avendo in tanto
+ gi\`a mandato a chiamar Alfesibeo,
+ a cui Febo insegn\`o la medica arte,
+ allor che diede a me la cetra e 'l plettro,
+ sopragiunsero insieme Dafne e Silvia,
+ che, come intesi poi, givan cercando
+ quel corpo che credean di vita privo.
+ Ma, come Silvia il riconobbe, e vide
+ le belle guancie tenere d'Aminta
+ iscolorite in s\`{\i} leggiadri modi,
+ che viola non \`e che impallidisca
+ s\`{\i} dolcemente, e lui languir s\`{\i} fatto
+ che parea gi\`a negli ultimi sospiri
+ essalar l'alma, in guisa di baccante
+ gridando e percotendosi il bel petto,
+ lasci\`o cadersi in su 'l giacente corpo,
+ e giunse viso a viso e bocca a bocca.
+
+ \9 Or non ritenne adunque la vergogna
+ lei, ch'\`e tanto severa e schiva tanto?
+
+ \8 La vergogna ritien debile amore:
+ ma debil freno \`e di potente amore.
+ Poi, s\`{\i} come ne gli occhi avesse un fonte,
+ inaffiar cominci\`o co 'l pianto suo
+ il colui freddo viso, e fu quell'acqua
+ di cotanta virt\`u, ch'egli rivenne;
+ e gli occhi aprendo, un doloroso ``ohim\`e''
+ spinse dal petto interno;
+ ma quell'``ohim\`e'', ch'amaro
+ cos\`{\i} dal cor partissi,
+ s'incontr\`o ne lo spirto
+ de la sua cara Silvia, e fu raccolto
+ da la soave bocca, e tutto quivi
+ subito raddolcissi.
+ Or chi potrebbe dir come in quel punto
+ rimanessero entrambi, fatto certo
+ ciascun de l'altrui vita, e fatto certo
+ Aminta de l'amor de la sua ninfa,
+ e vistosi con lei congiunto e stretto?
+ Chi \`e servo d'Amor, per s\'e lo stimi.
+ Ma non si pu\`o stimar, non che ridire.
+
+ \9 Aminta \`e sano s\`{\i}, ch'egli sia fuori
+ del rischio de la vita? \\
+
+ \8 Aminta \`e sano,
+ se non ch'alquanto pur graffiat'ha 'l viso,
+ ed alquanto dirotta la persona;
+ ma sar\`a nulla, ed ei per nulla il tiene.
+ Felice lui, che s\`{\i} gran segno ha dato
+ d'amore, e de l'amor il dolce or gusta,
+ a cui gli affanni scorsi ed i perigli
+ fanno soave e dolce condimento;
+ ma restate con Dio, ch'io vo' seguire
+ il mio viaggio, e ritrovar Montano.
+
+ \9 Non so se il molto amaro,
+ che provato ha costui servendo, amando,
+ piangendo e disperando,
+ raddolcito puot'esser pienamente
+ d'alcun dolce presente;
+ ma, se pi\`u caro viene
+ e pi\`u si gusta dopo 'l male il bene,
+ io non ti cheggio, Amore,
+ questa beatitudine maggiore;
+ bea pur gli altri in tal guisa:
+ me la mia ninfa accoglia
+ dopo brevi preghiere e servir breve;
+ e siano i condimenti
+ de le nostre dolcezze
+ non s\`{\i} gravi tormenti,
+ ma soavi disdegni
+ e soavi ripulse,
+ risse e guerre a cui segua,
+ reintegrando i cori, o pace o tregua.
+
+\newpage
+\titulus{EPILOGO}
+
+ \persona{Venere} Scesa dal terzo cielo,
+ io che sono di lui regina e dea,
+ cerco il mio figlio fuggitivo Amore.
+ Quest'ier mentre sedea
+ nel mio grembo scherzando,
+ o fosse elezion o fosse errore,
+ con un suo strale aurato
+ mi punse il manco lato,
+ e poi fugg\`{\i} da me ratto volando
+ per non esser punito;
+ n\'e so dove sia gito.
+ Io che madre pur sono,
+ e son tenera e molle,
+ volta l'ira in pietate,
+ usat'ho poi per ritrovarlo ogn'arte.
+ Cerc'ho tutto il mio cielo in parte in parte,
+ e la sfera di Marte, e l'altre rote
+ e correnti ed immote;
+ n\'e l\`a suso ne' cieli
+ \`e luogo alcuno ov'ei s'asconda o celi.
+ Tal ch'ora tra voi discendo,
+ mansueti mortali,
+ dove so che sovente e' fa soggiorno,
+ per aver da voi nova
+ se 'l fuggitivo mio qua gi\`u si trova.
+ N\'e gi\`a trovarlo spero
+ tra voi, donne leggiadre,
+ perch\'e, se ben d'intorno
+ al volto ed a le chiome
+ spesso vi scherza e vola,
+ e se ben spesso fiede
+ le porte di pietate
+ ed albergo vi chiede,
+ non \`e alcuna di voi che nel suo petto
+ dar li voglia ricetto,
+ ove sol feritate e sdegno siede.
+ Ma ben trovarlo spero
+ ne gli uomini cortesi,
+ de' qual nessun si sdegna
+ d'averlo in sua magione;
+ ed a voi mi rivolgo, amica schiera.
+ Ditemi, ov'\`e il mio figlio?
+ Chi di voi me l'insegna,
+ vo' che per guiderdone
+ da queste labbra prenda
+ un bacio quanto posso
+ condirlo pi\`u soave;
+ ma chi me 'l riconduce
+ dal volontario esiglio,.
+ altro premio n'attenda,
+ di cui non pu\`o maggiore
+ darli, la mia potenza,
+ se ben in don li desse
+ tutto 'l regno d'Amore;
+ e per lo Stige io giuro
+ che ferme servar\`o l'alte promesse.
+ Ditemi, ov'\`e il mio figlio?
+ Ma non risponde alcun: ciascun si tace.
+ Non l'avete veduto?
+ Forse ch'egli tra voi
+ dimora sconosciuto,
+ e dagli omeri suoi
+ spiccato aver de' l'ali
+ e deposto gli strali,
+ e la faretra ancor depost'e l'arco,
+ onde sempre va carco,
+ e gli altri arnesi alteri e trionfali.
+ Ma vi dar\`o tai segni
+ che conoscer ai segni
+ facilmente il potrete,
+ ancor che di celarsi a voi s'ingegni.
+ Egli, ben che sia vecchio
+ e d'astuzia e d'etate,
+ picciolo \`e s\`{\i}, ch'ancor fanciuilo sembra
+ al viso ed a le membra,
+ e 'n guisa di fanciullo
+ sempre instabil si move,
+ n\'e par che luogo trove in cui s'appaghi,
+ ed ha giuoco e trastullo
+ di puerili scherzi;
+ ma il suo scherzar \`e pieno
+ di periglio e di danno.
+ Facilmente s'adira,
+ facilmente si placa; e nel suo viso
+ vedi quasi in un punto
+ e le lagrime e 'l riso.
+ Crespe ha le chiome e d'oro,
+ e 'n quella guisa appunto
+ che Fortuna si pinge,
+ ha lunghi e folti in su la fronte i crini,
+ ma nuda ha poi la testa
+ a gli opposti confini.
+ Il color del suo volto
+ pi\`u che fuoco \`e vivace;
+ ne la fronte dimostra
+ una lascivia audace;
+ gli occhi infiammati e pieni
+ d'un ingannevol riso
+ volge sovente in biechi; e pur sott'occhio
+ quasi di furto mira,
+ n\'e mai con dritto guardo i lumi gira.
+ Con lingua che dal latte
+ par che si discompagni,
+ dolcemente favella, ed i suoi detti
+ forma tronchi e imperfetti;
+ di lusinghe e di vezzi
+ \`e pieno il suo parlare,
+ e son le voci sue sottili e chiare.
+ Ha sempre in bocca il ghigno,
+ e gl'inganni e la frode
+ sotto quel ghigno asconde,
+ come tra fronde e fior angue maligno.
+ Questi da prima altrui
+ tutto cortese e um\`{\i}le
+ a i sembianti ed al volto,
+ qual povero peregrin albergo chiede
+ per grazia e per mercede;
+ ma poi che dentro \`e accolto,
+ a poco a poco insuperbisce, e fassi
+ oltra modo insolente;
+ egli sol vuol le chiavi
+ tener de l'altrui core,
+ egli scacciarne fuore
+ gli antichi albergatori, e 'n quella vece
+ ricever nova gente;
+ ei far la ragion serva
+ e dar legge a la mente:
+ cosi divien tiranno
+ d'ospite mansueto,
+ e persegue ed ancide
+ chi li s'oppone e chi li fa divieto.
+ Or ch'io v'ho dato i segni
+ e degli atti e del viso
+ e de' costumi suoi,
+ s'egli \`e pur qui fra voi
+ datemi, prego, del mio figlio aviso.
+ Ma voi non rispondete?
+ Forse tenerlo ascoso a me volete?
+ Volete, ah folli, ah sciocchi,
+ tenere ascoso Amore?
+ Ma tosto uscir\`a fuore
+ da la lingua e da gli occhi
+ per mille, indici aperti:
+ tal, io vi rendo certi,
+ ch'averr\`a quello a voi, ch'avvenir suole
+ a colui che nel seno
+ crede nasconder l'angue,
+ che co' gridi e co 'l sangue al fin lo scuopre.
+ Ma poi che qui no 'l trovo,
+ prima ch'al ciel ritorni
+ andr\`o cercando in terra altri soggiorni.
+
+\endVersus
+\endDrama
+\end{document}
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+\documentclass{book}
+\usepackage[repeat]{poetry}
+\usepackage{drama}
+\usepackage{example}
+
+\hfuzz 1pt
+
+\HouseStyle {arden}
+%\HouseStyle {penguin}
+
+
+\begin{document}
+
+\ExampleTitle {William Shakespeare}{Antony and Cleopatra}
+ {\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{arden}}
+ {The Arden Shakespeare\\[.5ex]
+ University Paperbacks, Methuen, 1965}
+ {New Penguin Shakespeare\\[.5ex]
+ Penguin Books}
+ }
+
+
+\FrontMatter {Antony and Cleopatra}
+
+\parindent 1em
+
+\chapter [Reviser's preface]{Preface to revised edition}
+
+\noindent\lorem[32421]
+
+\section {The Text}
+
+\noindent\lorem[41322]
+
+\section {The Apparatus Criticus}
+
+\noindent\lorem[3225]
+
+\section {Introduction, Notes, and Appendices}
+
+\noindent\lorem[3422]
+
+\chapter {Introduction}
+
+\noindent\lorem[223113]
+
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+
+\MainMatter {Antony and Cleopatra}
+
+\begin {DramatisPersonae}
+
+\begin {Characters} {triumvirs}
+ \persona{Antony,}
+ \persona{Octavius C\ae sar,}
+ \persona{Lepidus,}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\persona{Sextus Pompeius.}
+
+\begin{Characters} {friends of Antony}
+ \persona{Domitius Enobarbus,}
+ \persona{Ventidius,}
+ \persona{Eros,}
+ \persona{Scarus,}
+ \persona{Decretas,}
+ \persona{Demetrius,}
+ \persona{Philo}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\begin{Characters} {friends of C\ae sar}
+ \persona{M\ae cenas,}
+ \persona{Agrippa,}
+ \persona{Dolabella,}
+ \persona{Proculeius,\kern .4em}
+ \persona{Thidias,}
+ \persona{Gallus,}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\begin{Characters} {friends of Pompey}
+ \persona{Menas,}
+ \persona{Menecrates,}
+ \persona{Varrius,}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\persona{Tarus,} lieutenant-general to C\ae sar.
+\persona{Canidius,} lieutenant-general to Antony.
+\persona{Silius,} an officer in Ventidius' army.
+
+\begin{unnamed}
+A `schoolmaster' acting as ambassador from Antony to C\ae sar.
+\end{unnamed}
+
+\begin{Characters} [.85]{attendants on Cleopatra}
+\persona{Alexas,}
+\persona{Mardian,} a eunuch,
+\persona{Diomedes,}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\persona{Seleucus} treasurer to Cleopatra.
+
+\begin{unnamed}
+ A soothsayer.
+ A Clown.
+\end{unnamed}
+
+\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{penguin}}{\newpage}{}
+
+\persona{Cleopatra,} queen of Egypt.
+\persona{Octavia,} C\ae sar's sister.
+
+\begin{Characters} [.8]{attendants on Cleopatra}
+ \persona{Charmian,}
+ \persona{Iras,}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\Facies \titulus {#1}
+\spatium{.5\leading minus .25\leading}
+\titulus{Officers, Soldiers, messengers, and other attendants.}
+\spatium{.5\leading minus .25\leading \penalty 1000}
+\titulus{\textsc{Scene:} In several parts of the Roman empire.}
+
+\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{penguin}}{\newpage}{}
+
+\end {DramatisPersonae}
+
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+
+\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{arden}}
+ {\persona*[1]{Ant\\Antony}
+ \persona*[2]{Cleo\\Cleopatra}
+ \persona*[3]{C\ae{}s\\Caesar}
+ \persona*[4]{Agr\\Agrippa}
+ \persona*[5]{Ale\\Alexas}
+ \persona*[6]{Can\\Canidius}
+ \persona*[7]{Char\\Charmian}
+ \persona*[8]{Dec\\Decretas}
+ \persona*[9]{Dem\\Demetrius}
+ \persona*[10]{Dio\\Diomedes}
+ \persona*[11]{Dol\\Dolabella}
+ \persona*[12]{Egyp\\Egyptian}
+ \persona*[13]{Eno\\Enobarbus}
+ \persona*[14]{Eros\\Eros}
+ \persona*[15]{Gal\\Gallus}
+ \persona*[16]{Iras\\Iras}
+ \persona*[17]{Lep\\Lepidus}
+ \persona*[18]{Mar\\Mardian}
+ \persona*[19]{M{\ae}c\\Mecaenas}
+ \persona*[20]{Men\\Menas}
+ \persona*[21]{Mene\\Menecrates}
+ \persona*[22]{Oct\\Octavia}
+ \persona*[23]{Phi\\Philo}
+ \persona*[24]{Pom\\Pompey}
+ \persona*[25]{Pro\\Proculeius}
+ \persona*[26]{Scar\\Scarus}
+ \persona*[27]{Sel\\Seleucus}
+ \persona*[28]{Sil\\Silius}
+ \persona*[29]{Taur\\Taurus}
+ \persona*[30]{Thid\\Thidias}
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+\Drama
+\Versus
+\numerus{1}
+
+\Act
+\Scene {Alexandria. A room in Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+ \(Enter \9 and \23\)
+
+\23 Nay, but this dotage of our general's
+ O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes,
+ That o'er the files and musters of the war
+ Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
+ The office and devotion of their view
+ Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
+ Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
+ The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,
+ And is become the bellows and the fan
+ To cool a gipsy's lust. \\
+
+ \(Flourish. Enter \1, \2, her Ladies,
+ the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her.\)
+
+ Look, where they come:
+ Take but good note, and you shall see in him.
+ The triple pillar of the world transform'd
+ Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
+
+\2 If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
+
+\1 There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
+
+\2 I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved.
+
+\1 Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
+
+ \(Enter an Attendant.\)
+
+\51 News, my good lord, from Rome. \\
+
+\1 Grates me: the sum.
+
+\2 Nay, hear them, Antony:
+ Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows
+ If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
+ His powerful mandate to you, `Do this, or this;
+ Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that;
+ Perform 't, or else we damn thee.' \\
+
+\1 How, my love!
+
+\2 Perchance! nay, and most like:
+ You must not stay here longer, your dismission
+ Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony.
+ Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's I would say? both?
+ Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen,
+ Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine
+ Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame
+ When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers!
+
+\1 Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
+ Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space.
+ Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
+ Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
+ Is to do thus; when suche a mutual pair \[r]Embracing.\]
+ And such a twain can do't, in which I bind,
+ On pain of punishment, the world to weet
+ We stand up peerless. \\
+
+\2 Excellent falsehood!
+ Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
+ I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
+ Will be himself. \\
+
+\1 But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
+ Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours,
+ Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
+ There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
+ Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight?
+
+\2 Hear the ambassadors. \\
+
+\1 Fie, wrangling queen!
+ Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
+ To weep; whose every passion fully strives
+ To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
+ No messenger, but thine; and all alone
+ To-night we'll wander through the streets and note
+ The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
+ Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
+ \[r]Exeunt \1 and \2 with their train.\]
+
+\9 Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight?
+
+\23 Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
+ He comes too short of that great property
+ Which still should go with Antony. \\
+
+\9 I am full sorry
+ That he approves the common liar, who
+ Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope
+ Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\Scene{The same. Another room.}
+
+\(Enter \7, \16, \5, and a \71\)
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\7 Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,
+ almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer
+ that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew
+ this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns
+ with garlands!
+
+\5 Soothsayer!
+
+\71 Your will?
+
+\7 Is this the man? Is't you, sir, that know things?
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\71 In nature's infinite book of secrecy
+ A little I can read.\\
+
+\5 Show him your hand.
+
+ \(Enter \13\)
+
+
+\13 Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
+ Cleopatra's health to drink.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\7 Good sir, give me good fortune.
+
+\71 I make not, but foresee.
+
+\7 Pray, then, foresee me one.
+
+\71 You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
+
+\7 He means in flesh.
+
+\16 No, you shall paint when you are old.
+
+\7 Wrinkles forbid!
+
+\5 Vex not his prescience; be attentive.
+
+\7 Hush!
+
+\71 You shall be more beloving than beloved.
+
+\7 I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
+
+\5 Nay, hear him.
+
+\7 Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married
+ to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all:
+ let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry
+ may do homage: find me to marry me with Octavius
+ Caesar, and companion me with my mistress.
+
+\71 You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
+
+\7 O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
+
+\71 You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune
+ Than that which is to approach.
+
+\7 Then belike my children shall have no names:
+ pri\-thee, how many boys and wenches must I have?
+
+\71 If every of your wishes had a womb.
+ And fertile every wish, a million.
+
+\7 Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
+
+\5 You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.
+
+\7 Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
+
+\5 We'll know all our fortunes.
+
+\13 Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall
+ be--drunk to bed.
+
+\16 There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
+
+\7 E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine.
+
+\16 Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
+
+\7 Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
+ prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee,
+ tell her but a worky-day fortune.
+
+\71 Your fortunes are alike.
+
+\16 But how, but how? give me particulars.
+
+\71 I have said.
+
+\16 Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
+
+\7 Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than
+ I, where would you choose it?
+
+\16 Not in my husband's nose.
+
+\7 Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,---come,
+ his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a woman
+ that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let
+ her die too, and give him a worse! and let worst
+ follow worse, till the worst of all follow him
+ laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good
+ Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a
+ matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
+
+\16 Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people!
+ for, as it is a heartbreaking to see a handsome man
+ loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a
+ foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep
+ decorum, and fortune him accordingly!
+
+\7 Amen.
+
+\5 Lo, now, if it lay in their hands to make me a
+ cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but
+ they'ld do't!
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\13 Hush! here comes Antony. \\
+
+\7 Not he; the queen.
+
+ \(Enter \2.\)
+
+\2 Saw you my lord? \\
+
+\13 No, lady. \\
+
+\2 Was he not here?
+
+\7 No, madam.
+
+\2 He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden
+ A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
+
+\13 Madam?
+
+\2 Seek him, and bring him hither. Where's Alexas?
+
+\5 Here, at your service. My lord approaches.
+
+\2 We will not look upon him: go with us. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+ \(Enter \1 with a Messenger and Attendants.\)
+
+\60 Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
+
+\1 Against my brother Lucius?
+
+\60 Ay:
+ But soon that war had end, and the time's state
+ Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst Caesar;
+ Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
+ Upon the first encounter, drave them. \\
+
+\1 Well, what worst?
+
+\60 The nature of bad news infects the teller.
+
+\1 When it concerns the fool or coward. On:
+ Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus:
+ Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
+ I hear him as he flatter'd. \\
+
+\60 Labienus---
+ This is stiff news---hath, with his Parthian force,
+ Extended Asia from Euphrates;
+ His conquering banner shook from Syria
+ To Lydia and to Ionia;
+ Whilst--- \\
+
+\1 Antony, thou wouldst say,--- \\
+
+\60 O, my lord!
+
+\1 Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue:
+ Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome;
+ Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
+ With such full licence as both truth and malice
+ Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
+ When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us
+ Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
+
+\60 At your noble pleasure. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\1 From Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak there!
+
+\52 The man from Sicyon,---is there such an one?
+
+\53 He stays upon your will. \\
+
+\1 Let him appear.
+ These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
+ Or lose myself in dotage. \\
+
+ \(Enter another Messenger.\)
+
+ What are you?
+
+\61 Fulvia thy wife is dead. \\
+
+\1 Where died she?
+
+\61 In Sicyon:
+ Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
+ Importeth thee to know, this bears. \\ \[r]Gives a letter.\]
+
+\1 Forbear me.
+ \[r]Exit Second Messenger.\]
+ There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
+ What our contempt doth often hurl from us,
+ We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
+ By revolution lowering, does become
+ The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
+ The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on.
+ I must from this enchanting queen break off:
+ Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
+ My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!
+
+ \(Re-enter \13.\)
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\13 What's your pleasure, sir?
+
+\1 I must with haste from hence.
+
+\13 Why, then, we kill all our women:
+ we see how mortal an unkindness is to them;
+ if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
+
+\1 I must be gone.
+
+\13 Under a compelling occasion, let women die; it were
+ pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between
+ them and a great cause, they should be esteemed
+ nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of
+ this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty
+ times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is
+ mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon
+ her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
+
+\1 She is cunning past man's thought.
+
+\13 Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but
+ the finest part of pure love: we cannot call her
+ winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater
+ storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this
+ cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a
+ shower of rain as well as Jove.
+
+\1 Would I had never seen her.
+
+\13 O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece
+ of work; which not to have been blest withal would
+ have discredited your travel.
+
+\1 Fulvia is dead.
+
+\13 Sir?
+
+\1 Fulvia is dead.
+
+\13 Fulvia!
+
+\1 Dead.
+
+\13 Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When
+ it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man
+ from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth;
+ comforting therein, that when old robes are worn
+ out, there are members to make new. If there were
+ no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut,
+ and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned
+ with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new
+ petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an onion
+ that should water this sorrow.
+
+\1 The business she hath broached in the state
+ Cannot endure my absence.
+
+\13 And the business you have broached here cannot be
+ without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which
+ wholly depends on your abode.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\1 No more light answers. Let our officers
+ Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
+ The cause of our expedience to the queen,
+ And get her leave to part. For not alone
+ The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
+ Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
+ Of many our contriving friends in Rome
+ Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
+ Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
+ The empire of the sea: our slippery people,
+ Whose love is never link'd to the deserver
+ Till his deserts are past, begin to throw
+ Pompey the Great and all his dignities
+ Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
+ Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
+ For the main soldier: whose quality, going on,
+ The sides o' the world may danger: much is breeding,
+ Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
+ And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
+ To such whose place is under us, requires
+ Our quick remove from hence.
+
+\13 I shall do't. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{The same. Another room.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, \7, \16, and \9.\)
+
+\2 Where is he? \\
+
+\7 I did not see him since.
+
+\2 See where he is, who's with him, what he does:
+ I did not send you: if you find him sad,
+ Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report
+ That I am sudden sick: quick, and return. \[r]Exit \9\]
+
+\7 Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
+ You do not hold the method to enforce
+ The like from him. \\
+
+\2 What should I do, I do not?
+
+\7 In each thing give him way, cross him nothing.
+
+\2 Thou teachest like a fool; the way to lose him.
+
+\7 Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear:
+ In time we hate that which we often fear.
+
+ \(Enter \1.\)
+
+ But here comes Antony. \\
+
+\2 I am sick and sullen.
+
+\1 I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,---
+
+\2 Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall:
+ It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
+ Will not sustain it. \\
+
+\1 Now, my dearest queen,---
+
+\2 Pray you, stand further from me. \\
+
+\1 What's the matter?
+
+\2 I know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
+ What says the married woman? You may go:
+ Would she had never given you leave to come!
+ Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here:
+ I have no power upon you; hers you are.
+
+\1 The gods best know,--- \\
+
+\2 O, never was there queen
+ So mightily betray'd! yet at the first
+ I saw the treasons planted. \\
+
+\1 Cleopatra,---
+
+\2 Why should I think you can be mine and true,
+ Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
+ Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
+ To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
+ Which break themselves in swearing! \\
+
+\1 Most sweet queen,---
+
+\2 Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
+ But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
+ Then was the time for words: no going then;
+ Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
+ Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
+ But was a race of heaven: they are so still,
+ Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
+ Art turn'd the greatest liar. \\
+
+\1 How now, lady!
+
+\2 I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know
+ There were a heart in Egypt. \\
+
+\1 Hear me, queen:
+ The strong necessity of time commands
+ Our services awhile; but my full heart
+ Remains in use with you. Our Italy
+ Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
+ Makes his approaches to the port of Rome:
+ Equality of two domestic powers
+ Breed scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength,
+ Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
+ Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace,
+ Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
+ Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
+ And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
+ By any desperate change: my more particular,
+ And that which most with you should safe my going,
+ Is Fulvia's death.
+
+\2 Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
+ It does from childishness: can Fulvia die?
+
+\1 She's dead, my queen:
+ Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
+ The garboils she awaked; at the last, best:
+ See when and where she died. \\
+
+\2 O most false love!
+ Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
+ With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
+ In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be.
+
+\1 Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
+ The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
+ As you shall give the advice. By the fire
+ That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
+ Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war
+ As thou affect'st. \\
+
+\2 Cut my lace, Charmian, come;
+ But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well,
+ So Antony loves. \\
+
+\1 My precious queen, forbear;
+ And give true evidence to his love, which stands
+ An honourable trial. \\
+
+\2 So Fulvia told me.
+ I prithee, turn aside and weep for her,
+ Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
+ Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene
+ Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
+ Life perfect honour. \\
+
+\1 You'll heat my blood: no more.
+
+\2 You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
+
+\1 Now, by my sword,--- \\
+
+\2 And target. Still he mends;
+ But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,
+ How this Herculean Roman does become
+ The carriage of his chafe. \\
+
+\1 I'll leave you, lady.
+
+\2 Courteous lord, one word.
+ Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
+ Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it;
+ That you know well: something it is I would,
+ O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
+ And I am all forgotten. \\
+
+\1 But that your royalty
+ Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
+ For idleness itself. \\
+
+\2 'Tis sweating labour
+ To bear such idleness so near the heart
+ As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me;
+ Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
+ Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence;
+ Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly.
+ And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
+ Sit laurel victory! and smooth success
+ Be strew'd before your feet! \\
+
+\1 Let us go. Come;
+ Our separation so abides, and flies,
+ That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
+ And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
+ Away! \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\Scene{Caesar's house.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, reading a letter, \17,
+ and their Train.\)
+
+\3 You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
+ It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
+ Our great competitor: from Alexandria
+ This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes
+ The lamps of night in revel; is not more man-like
+ Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy
+ More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or
+ Vouchsafed to think he had partners: you shall find there
+ A man who is the abstract of all faults
+ That all men follow. \\
+
+\17 I must not think there are
+ Evils enow to darken all his goodness:
+ His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven,
+ More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
+ Rather than purchased; what he cannot change,
+ Than what he chooses.
+
+\3 You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not
+ Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
+ To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
+ And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
+ To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
+ With knaves that smell of sweat: say this becomes him,---
+ As his composure must be rare indeed
+ Whom these things cannot blemish,---yet must Antony
+ No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
+ So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
+ His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
+ Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
+ Call on him for't: but to confound such time,
+ That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
+ As his own state and ours,---'tis to be chid
+ As we rate boys, who, being mature in knowledge,
+ Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
+ And so rebel to judgment. \\
+
+ \(Enter a Messenger.\)
+
+\17 Here's more news.
+
+\60 Thy biddings have been done; and every hour,
+ Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report
+ How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
+ And it appears he is beloved of those
+ That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports
+ The discontents repair, and men's reports
+ Give him much wrong'd. \\
+
+\3 I should have known no less.
+ It hath been taught us from the primal state,
+ That he which is was wish'd until he were;
+ And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love,
+ Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body,
+ Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
+ Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide,
+ To rot itself with motion. \\
+
+\61 Caesar, I bring thee word,
+ Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
+ Make the sea serve them, which they ear wound
+ With keels of every kind: many hot inroads
+ They make in Italy; the borders maritime
+ Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt:
+ No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon
+ Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more
+ Than could his war resisted. \\
+
+\3 Antony,
+ Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once
+ Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
+ Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
+ Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
+ Though daintily brought up, with patience more
+ Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink
+ The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle
+ Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign
+ The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
+ Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
+ The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
+ It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,
+ Which some did die to look on: and all this---
+ It wounds thine honour that I speak it now---
+ Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
+ So much as lank'd not. \\
+
+\17 'Tis pity of him.
+
+\3 Let his shames quickly
+ Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain
+ Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end
+ Assemble we immediate council: Pompey
+ Thrives in our idleness. \\
+
+\17 To-morrow, Caesar,
+ I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
+ Both what by sea and land I can be able
+ To front this present time. \\
+
+\3 Till which encounter,
+ It is my business too. Farewell.
+
+\17 Farewell, my lord: what you shall know meantime
+ Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
+ To let me be partaker. \\
+
+\3 Doubt not, sir;
+ I knew it for my bond. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, \7, \16, and \18.\)
+
+\2 Charmian!
+
+\7 Madam?
+
+\2 Ha, ha!
+ Give me to drink mandragora. \\
+
+\7 Why, madam?
+
+\2 That I might sleep out this great gap of time
+ My Antony is away. \\
+
+\7 You think of him too much.
+
+\2 O, 'tis treason! \\
+
+\7 Madam, I trust, not so.
+
+\2 Thou, eunuch Mardian! \\
+
+\18 What's your highness' pleasure?
+
+\2 Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
+ In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee,
+ That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
+ May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
+
+\18 Yes, gracious madam.
+
+\2 Indeed!
+
+\18 Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
+ But what indeed is honest to be done:
+ Yet have I fierce affections, and think
+ What Venus did with Mars. \\
+
+\2 O Charmian,
+ Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
+ Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?
+ O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
+ Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou movest?
+ The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
+ And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,
+ Or murmuring `Where's my serpent of old Nile?'
+ For so he calls me: now I feed myself
+ With most delicious poison. Think on me,
+ That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
+ And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar,
+ When thou wast here above the ground, I was
+ A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
+ Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow;
+ There would he anchor his aspect and die
+ With looking on his life. \\
+
+ \(Enter \5, from Caesar.\)
+
+\5 Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
+
+\2 How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
+ Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
+ With his tinct gilded thee.
+ How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?
+
+\5 Last thing he did, dear queen,
+ He kiss'd,---the last of many doubled kisses,---
+ This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
+
+\2 Mine ear must pluck it thence. \\
+
+\5 `Good friend,' quoth he,
+ `Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
+ This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
+ To mend the petty present, I will piece
+ Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east,
+ Say thou, shall call her mistress.' So he nodded,
+ And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed,
+ Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
+ Was beastly dumb'd by him. \\
+
+\2 What, was he sad or merry?
+
+\5 Like to the time o' the year between the extremes
+ Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.
+
+\2 O well-divided disposition! Note him,
+ Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him:
+ He was not sad, for he would shine on those
+ That make their looks by his; he was not merry,
+ Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay
+ In Egypt with his joy; but between both:
+ O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry,
+ The violence of either thee becomes,
+ So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts?
+
+\5 Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
+ Why do you send so thick? \\
+
+\2 Who's born that day
+ When I forget to send to Antony,
+ Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian.
+ Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian,
+ Ever love Caesar so? \\
+
+\7 O that brave Caesar!
+
+\2 Be choked with such another emphasis!
+ Say, the brave Antony. \\
+
+\7 The valiant Caesar!
+
+\2 By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
+ If thou with Caesar paragon again
+ My man of men. \\
+
+\7 By your most gracious pardon,
+ I sing but after you. \\
+
+\2 My salad days,
+ When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,
+ To say as I said then! But, come, away;
+ Get me ink and paper:
+ He shall have every day a several greeting,
+ Or I'll unpeople Egypt. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\Act
+\Scene{Messina. Pompey's house.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \24, \21, and \20, in warlike manner.\)
+
+\24 If the great gods be just, they shall assist
+ The deeds of justest men. \\
+
+\21 Know, worthy Pompey,
+ That what they do delay, they not deny.
+
+\24 Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays
+ The thing we sue for. \\
+
+\21 We, ignorant of ourselves,
+ Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
+ Deny us for our good; so find we profit
+ By losing of our prayers. \\
+
+\24 I shall do well:
+ The people love me, and the sea is mine;
+ My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope
+ Says it will come to the full. Mark Antony
+ In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
+ No wars without doors: Caesar gets money where
+ He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
+ Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
+ Nor either cares for him. \\
+
+\20 Caesar and Lepidus
+ Are in the field: a mighty strength they carry.
+
+\24 Where have you this? 'tis false. \\
+
+\20 From Silvius, sir.
+
+\24 He dreams: I know they are in Rome together,
+ Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love,
+ Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip!
+ Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
+ Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
+ Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks
+ Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite;
+ That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour
+ Even till a Lethe'd dulness! \\
+
+ \(Enter \31.\)
+
+ How now, Varrius!
+
+\31 This is most certain that I shall deliver:
+ Mark Antony is every hour in Rome
+ Expected: since he went from Egypt 'tis
+ A space for further travel. \\
+
+\24 I could have given less matter
+ A better ear. Menas, I did not think
+ This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm
+ For such a petty war: his soldiership
+ Is twice the other twain: but let us rear
+ The higher our opinion, that our stirring
+ Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck
+ The ne'er-lust-wearied Antony. \\
+
+\20 I cannot hope
+ Caesar and Antony shall well greet together:
+ His wife that's dead did trespasses to Caesar;
+ His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think,
+ Not moved by Antony. \\
+
+\24 I know not, Menas,
+ How lesser enmities may give way to greater.
+ Were't not that we stand up against them all,
+ 'Twere pregnant they should square between themselves;
+ For they have entertained cause enough
+ To draw their swords: but how the fear of us
+ May cement their divisions and bind up
+ The petty difference, we yet not know.
+ Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands
+ Our lives upon to use our strongest hands.
+ Come, Menas. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Rome. The house of Lepidus.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \13 and \17.\)
+
+\17 Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
+ And shall become you well, to entreat your captain
+ To soft and gentle speech. \\
+
+\13 I shall entreat him
+ To answer like himself: if Caesar move him,
+ Let Antony look over Caesar's head
+ And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
+ Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
+ I would not shave't to-day. \\
+
+\17 'Tis not a time
+ For private stomaching. \\
+
+\13 Every time
+ Serves for the matter that is then born in't.
+
+\17 But small to greater matters must give way.
+
+\13 Not if the small come first. \\
+
+\17 Your speech is passion:
+ But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
+ The noble Antony. \\
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \32.\)
+
+\13 And yonder, Caesar.
+
+ \(Enter \3, \19, and \4.\)
+
+\1 If we compose well here, to Parthia:
+ Hark, Ventidius. \\
+
+\3 I do not know,
+ Mecaenas; ask Agrippa. \\
+
+\17 Noble friends,
+ That which combined us was most great, and let not
+ A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,
+ May it be gently heard: when we debate
+ Our trivial difference loud, we do commit
+ Murder in healing wounds: then, noble partners,
+ The rather, for I earnestly beseech,
+ Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
+ Nor curstness grow to the matter. \\
+
+\1 'Tis spoken well.
+ Were we before our armies, and to fight.
+ I should do thus. \[r]Flourish.\]
+
+\3 Welcome to Rome. \\
+
+\1 Thank you. \\
+
+\3 Sit. \\
+
+\1 Sit, sir. \\
+
+\3 Nay, then.
+
+\1 I learn, you take things ill which are not so,
+ Or being, concern you not.\\
+
+\3 I must be laugh'd at,
+ If, or for nothing or a little, I
+ Should say myself offended, and with you
+ Chiefly i' the world; more laugh'd at, that I should
+ Once name you derogately, when to sound your name
+ It not concern'd me. \\
+
+\1 My being in Egypt, Caesar,
+ What was't to you?
+
+\3 No more than my residing here at Rome
+ Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there
+ Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt
+ Might be my question. \\
+
+\1 How intend you, practised?
+
+\3 You may be pleased to catch at mine intent
+ By what did here befal me. Your wife and brother
+ Made wars upon me; and their contestation
+ Was theme for you, you were the word of war.
+
+\1 You do mistake your business; my brother never
+ Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it;
+ And have my learning from some true reports,
+ That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather
+ Discredit my authority with yours;
+ And make the wars alike against my stomach,
+ Having alike your cause? Of this my letters
+ Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
+ As matter whole you have not to make it with,
+ It must not be with this. \\
+
+\3 You praise yourself
+ By laying defects of judgment to me; but
+ You patch'd up your excuses.\\
+
+\1 Not so, not so;
+ I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
+ Very necessity of this thought, that I,
+ Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
+ Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars
+ Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
+ I would you had her spirit in such another:
+ The third o' the world is yours; which with a snaffle
+ You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
+
+\13 Would we had all such wives, that the men might
+ go to wars with the women!
+
+\1 So much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar
+ Made out of her impatience, which not wanted
+ Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant
+ Did you too much disquiet: for that you must
+ But say, I could not help it. \\
+
+\3 I wrote to you
+ When rioting in Alexandria; you
+ Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts
+ Did gibe my missive out of audience. \\
+
+\1 Sir,
+ He fell upon me ere admitted: then
+ Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
+ Of what I was i' the morning: but next day
+ I told him of myself; which was as much
+ As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow
+ Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
+ Out of our question wipe him. \\
+
+\3 You have broken
+ The article of your oath; which you shall never
+ Have tongue to charge me with. \\
+
+\17 Soft, Caesar!
+\1 No, Lepidus, let him speak:
+ The honour is sacred which he talks on now,
+ Supposing that I lack'd it. But, on, Caesar;
+ The article of my oath.
+
+\3 To lend me arms and aid when I required them;
+ The which you both denied. \\
+
+\1 Neglected, rather;
+ And then when poison'd hours had bound me up
+ From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,
+ I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty
+ Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
+ Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
+ To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
+ For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
+ So far ask pardon as befits mine honour
+ To stoop in such a case. \\
+
+\17 'Tis noble spoken.
+
+\19 If it might please you, to enforce no further
+ The griefs between ye: to forget them quite
+ Were to remember that the present need
+ Speaks to atone you.\\
+
+\17 Worthily spoken, Mecaenas.
+
+\13 Or, if you borrow one another's love for the
+ instant, you may, when you hear no more words of
+ Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to
+ wrangle in when you have nothing else to do.
+
+\1 Thou art a soldier only: speak no more.
+
+\13 That truth should be silent I had almost forgot.
+
+\1 You wrong this presence; therefore speak no more.
+
+\13 Go to, then; your considerate stone.
+
+\3 I do not much dislike the matter, but
+ The manner of his speech; for't cannot be
+ We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
+ So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew
+ What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge
+ O' the world I would pursue it. \\
+
+\4 Give me leave, Caesar,---
+
+\3 Speak, Agrippa.
+
+\4 Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
+ Admired Octavia: great Mark Antony
+ Is now a widower. \\
+
+\3 Say not so, Agrippa:
+ If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
+ Were well deserved of rashness.
+
+\1 I am not married, Caesar: let me hear
+ Agrippa further speak.
+
+\4 To hold you in perpetual amity,
+ To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
+ With an unslipping knot, take Antony
+ Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims
+ No worse a husband than the best of men;
+ Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
+ That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
+ All little jealousies, which now seem great,
+ And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
+ Would then be nothing: truths would be tales,
+ Where now half tales be truths: her love to both
+ Would, each to other and all loves to both,
+ Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke;
+ For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
+ By duty ruminated. \\
+
+\1 Will Caesar speak?
+
+\3 Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd
+ With what is spoke already. \\
+
+\1 What power is in Agrippa,
+ If I would say, `Agrippa, be it so,'
+ To make this good? \\
+
+\3 The power of Caesar, and
+ His power unto Octavia. \\
+
+\1 May I never
+ To this good purpose, that so fairly shows,
+ Dream of impediment! Let me have thy hand:
+ Further this act of grace: and from this hour
+ The heart of brothers govern in our loves
+ And sway our great designs! \\
+
+\3 There is my hand.
+ A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother
+ Did ever love so dearly: let her live
+ To join our kingdoms and our hearts; and never
+ Fly off our loves again! \\
+
+\17 Happily, amen!
+
+\1 I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey;
+ For he hath laid strange courtesies and great
+ Of late upon me: I must thank him only,
+ Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;
+ At heel of that, defy him. \\
+
+\17 Time calls upon's:
+ Of us must Pompey presently be sought,
+ Or else he seeks out us. \\
+
+\1 Where lies he?
+
+\3 About the mount Misenum. \\
+
+\1 What is his strength?
+
+\3 By land, great and increasing: but by sea
+ He is an absolute master. \\
+
+\1 So is the fame.
+ Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it:
+ Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we
+ The business we have talk'd of. \\
+
+\3 With most gladness:
+ And do invite you to my sister's view,
+ Whither straight I'll lead you. \\
+
+\1 Let us, Lepidus,
+ Not lack your company. \\
+
+\17 Noble Antony,
+ Not sickness should detain me.
+
+ \(Flourish. Exeunt \3, \1, and \17.\)
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\19 Welcome from Egypt, sir.
+
+\13 Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecaenas! My
+ honourable friend, Agrippa!
+
+\4 Good Enobarbus!
+
+\19 We have cause to be glad that matters are so well
+ digested. You stayed well by 't in Egypt.
+
+\13 Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and
+ made the night light with drinking.
+
+\19 Eight wild-boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and
+ but twelve persons there; is this true?
+
+\13 This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more
+ monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting.
+
+\19 She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to
+ her.
+
+\13 When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up
+ his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.
+
+\4 There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised
+ well for her.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\13 I will tell you.
+ The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
+ Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
+ Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
+ The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
+ Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
+ The water which they beat to follow faster,
+ As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
+ It beggar'd all description: she did lie
+ In her pavilion---cloth-of-gold of tissue---
+ O'er-picturing that Venus where we see
+ The fancy outwork nature: on each side her
+ Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
+ With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem
+ To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
+ And what they undid did. \\
+
+\4 O, rare for Antony!
+
+\13 Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
+ So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,
+ And made their bends adornings: at the helm
+ A seeming mermaid steers: the silken tackle
+ Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,
+ That yarely frame the office. From the barge
+ A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
+ Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
+ Her people out upon her; and Antony,
+ Enthroned i' the market-place, did sit alone,
+ Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
+ Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
+ And made a gap in nature. \\
+
+\4 Rare Egyptian!
+
+\13 Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
+ Invited her to supper: she replied,
+ It should be better he became her guest;
+ Which she entreated: our courteous Antony,
+ Whom ne'er the word of `No' woman heard speak,
+ Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast,
+ And for his ordinary pays his heart
+ For what his eyes eat only. \\
+
+\4 Royal wench!
+ She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed:
+ He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. \\
+
+\13 I saw her once
+ Hop forty paces through the public street;
+ And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,
+ That she did make defect perfection,
+ And, breathless, power breathe forth.
+
+\19 Now Antony must leave her utterly.
+
+\13 Never; he will not:
+ Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
+ Her infinite variety: other women cloy
+ The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
+ Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
+ Become themselves in her: that the holy priests
+ Bless her when she is riggish.
+
+\19 If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
+ The heart of Antony, Octavia is
+ A blessed lottery to him. \\
+
+\4 Let us go.
+ Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest
+ Whilst you abide here. \\[.]
+
+\13 Humbly, sir, I thank you.
+ \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{The same. Caesar's house.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1, \3, \22 between them,\\ and Attendants.\)
+
+\1 The world and my great office will sometimes
+ Divide me from your bosom. \\
+
+\22 All which time
+ Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
+ To them for you. \\
+
+\1 Good night, sir. My Octavia,
+ Read not my blemishes in the world's report:
+ I have not kept my square; but that to come
+ Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady.
+ Good night, sir.
+
+\3 Good night. \[r]Exeunt \3 and \22.\]
+
+ \(Enter Soothsayer.\)
+
+\1 Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt?
+
+\71 Would I had never come from thence, nor you Thither!
+
+\1 If you can, your reason? \\
+
+\71 I see it in
+ My motion, have it not in my tongue: but yet
+ Hie you to Egypt again. \\
+
+\1 Say to me,
+ Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar's or mine?
+
+\71 Caesar's.
+ Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side:
+ Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is
+ Noble, courageous high, unmatchable,
+ Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel
+ Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore
+ Make space enough between you. \\
+
+\1 Speak this no more.
+
+\71 To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.
+ If thou dost play with him at any game,
+ Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck,
+ He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens,
+ When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit
+ Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
+ But, he away, 'tis noble. \\
+
+\1 Get thee gone:
+ Say to Ventidius I would speak with him:
+
+ \(Exit Soothsayer.\)
+
+ He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap,
+ He hath spoken true: the very dice obey him;
+ And in our sports my better cunning faints
+ Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds;
+ His cocks do win the battle still of mine,
+ When it is all to nought; and his quails ever
+ Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt:
+ And though I make this marriage for my peace,
+ I' the east my pleasure lies. \\
+
+ \(Enter \32.\)
+
+ O, come, Ventidius,
+ You must to Parthia: your commission's ready;
+ Follow me, and receive't. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{The same. A street.}
+
+
+
+ \(Enter \17, \19, and \4.\)
+
+\17 Trouble yourselves no further: pray you, hasten
+ Your generals after. \\
+
+\4 Sir, Mark Antony
+ Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.
+
+\17 Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress,
+ Which will become you both, farewell. \\
+
+\19 We shall,
+ As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount
+ Before you, Lepidus. \\
+
+\17 Your way is shorter;
+ My purposes do draw me much about:
+ You'll win two days upon me. \\
+
+\19 \4 Sir, good success!
+
+\17 Farewell. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+ \(Enter \2, \7, \16, and \5.\)
+
+\2 Give me some music; music, moody food
+ Of us that trade in love. \\
+
+\99 The music, ho!
+
+ \(Enter \18.\)
+
+\2 Let it alone; let's to billiards: come, Charmian.
+
+\7 My arm is sore; best play with Mardian.
+
+\2 As well a woman with an eunuch play'd
+ As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me, sir?
+
+\18 As well as I can, madam.
+
+\2 And when good will is show'd, though't come too short,
+ The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:
+ Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there,
+ My music playing far off, I will betray
+ Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce
+ Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
+ I'll think them every one an Antony,
+ And say `Ah, ha! you're caught.' \\
+
+\7 'Twas merry when
+ You wager'd on your angling; when your diver
+ Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
+ With fervency drew up. \\
+
+\2 That time,---O times!---
+ I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night
+ I laugh'd him into patience; and next morn,
+ Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
+ Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
+ I wore his sword Philippan. \\
+
+
+ \(Enter a \60.\)
+
+ O, from Italy
+ Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,
+ That long time have been barren. \\
+
+\60 Madam, madam,---
+
+\2 Antonius dead!---If thou say so, villain,
+ Thou kill'st thy mistress: but well and free,
+ If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here
+ My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that kings
+ Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.
+
+\60 First, madam, he is well. \\
+
+\2 Why, there's more gold.
+ But, sirrah, mark, we use
+ To say the dead are well: bring it to that,
+ The gold I give thee will I melt and pour
+ Down thy ill-uttering throat. \\
+
+\60 Good madam, hear me.
+
+\2 Well, go to, I will;
+ But there's no goodness in thy face: if Antony
+ Be free and healthful,---so tart a favour
+ To trumpet such good tidings! If not well,
+ Thou shouldst come like a Fury crown'd with snakes,
+ Not like a formal man. \\
+
+\60 Will't please you hear me?
+
+\2 I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st:
+ Yet if thou say Antony lives, is well,
+ Or friends with Caesar, or not captive to him,
+ I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail
+ Rich pearls upon thee. \\
+
+\60 Madam, he's well. \\
+
+\2 Well said.
+
+\60 And friends with Caesar. \\
+
+\2 Thou'rt an honest man.
+
+\60 Caesar and he are greater friends than ever.
+
+\2 Make thee a fortune from me. \\
+
+\60 But yet, madam,---
+
+\2 I do not like `But yet,' it does allay
+ The good precedence; fie upon `But yet'!
+ `But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth
+ Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend,
+ Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
+ The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar:
+ In state of health thou say'st; and thou say'st free.
+
+\60 Free, madam! no; I made no such report:
+ He's bound unto Octavia. \\
+
+\2 For what good turn?
+
+\60 For the best turn i' the bed. \\
+
+\2 I am pale, Charmian.
+
+\60 Madam, he's married to Octavia.
+
+\2 The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
+ \[r]Strikes him down.\]
+
+\60 Good madam, patience. \\
+
+\2 What say you? Hence,
+ \[r]Strikes him again.\]
+
+ Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes
+ Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head:
+ \[r]She hales him up and down.\]
+
+ Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine,
+ Smarting in lingering pickle. \\
+
+\60 Gracious madam,
+ I that do bring the news made not the match.
+
+\2 Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
+ And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst
+ Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage;
+ And I will boot thee with what gift beside
+ Thy modesty can beg. \\
+
+\60 He's married, madam.
+
+\2 Rogue, thou hast lived too long. \\ \[r]Draws a knife.\]
+
+\60 Nay, then I'll run.
+ What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\7 Good madam, keep yourself within yourself:
+ The man is innocent.
+
+\2 Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
+ Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures
+ Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again:
+ Though I am mad, I will not bite him: call.
+
+\7 He is afeard to come. \\
+
+\2 I will not hurt him.
+ These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
+ A meaner than myself; since I myself
+ Have given myself the cause. \\
+
+ \(Enter \60 again.\)
+
+ Come hither, sir.
+ Though it be honest, it is never good
+ To bring bad news: give to a gracious message.
+ An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
+ Themselves when they be felt. \\
+
+\60 I have done my duty.
+
+\2 Is he married?
+ I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
+ If thou again say `Yes.' \\
+
+\60 He's married, madam.
+
+\2 The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still?
+
+\60 Should I lie, madam? \\
+
+\2 O, I would thou didst,
+ So half my Egypt were submerged and made
+ A cistern for scaled snakes! Go, get thee hence:
+ Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me
+ Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married?
+
+\60 I crave your highness' pardon. \\
+
+\2 He is married?
+
+\60 Take no offence that I would not offend you:
+ To punish me for what you make me do.
+ Seems much unequal: he's married to Octavia.
+
+\2 O, that his fault should make a knave of thee,
+ That art not what thou'rt sure of! Get thee hence:
+ The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome
+ Are all too dear for me: lie they upon thy hand,
+ And be undone by 'em! \[r]Exit \60\]
+
+\7 Good your highness, patience.
+
+\2 In praising Antony, I have dispraised Caesar.
+
+\7 Many times, madam. \\
+
+\2 I am paid for't now.
+ Lead me from hence:
+ I faint: O Iras, Charmian! 'tis no matter.
+ Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
+ Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
+ Her inclination, let him not leave out
+ The colour of her hair: bring me word quickly. \[r]Exit \5\]
+ Let him for ever go:---let him not---Charmian,
+ Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
+ The other way's a Mars. Bid you Alexas
+ \[To \18\] Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian,
+ But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Near Misenum.}
+
+ \(Flourish. Enter \24 and \20 at one door,
+ with drum and trumpet: at another, \3, \1, \17, \13, \19,
+ with Soldiers marching.\)
+
+\24 Your hostages I have, so have you mine;
+ And we shall talk before we fight. \\
+
+\3 Most meet
+ That first we come to words; and therefore have we
+ Our written purposes before us sent;
+ Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know
+ If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword,
+ And carry back to Sicily much tall youth
+ That else must perish here. \\
+
+\24 To you all three,
+ The senators alone of this great world,
+ Chief factors for the gods, I do not know
+ Wherefore my father should revengers want,
+ Having a son and friends; since Julius Caesar,
+ Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,
+ There saw you labouring for him. What was't
+ That moved pale Cassius to conspire; and what
+ Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman, Brutus,
+ With the arm'd rest, courtiers and beauteous freedom,
+ To drench the Capitol; but that they would
+ Have one man but a man? And that is it
+ Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burthen
+ The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
+ To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome
+ Cast on my noble father. \\
+
+\3 Take your time.
+
+\1 Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails;
+ We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st
+ How much we do o'er-count thee. \\
+
+\24 At land, indeed,
+ Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house:
+ But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself,
+ Remain in't as thou mayst. \\
+
+\17 Be pleased to tell us---
+ For this is from the present---how you take
+ The offers we have sent you. \\
+
+\3 There's the point.
+
+\1 Which do not be entreated to, but weigh
+ What it is worth embraced. \\
+
+\3 And what may follow,
+ To try a larger fortune. \\
+
+\24 You have made me offer
+ Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must
+ Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send
+ Measures of wheat to Rome; this 'greed upon
+ To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back
+ Our targes undinted. \\
+
+\3 \1 \17 That's our offer.
+
+\24 Know, then,
+ I came before you here a man prepared
+ To take this offer: but Mark Antony
+ Put me to some impatience: though I lose
+ The praise of it by telling, you must know,
+ When Caesar and your brother were at blows,
+ Your mother came to Sicily and did find
+ Her welcome friendly. \\
+
+\1 I have heard it, Pompey;
+ And am well studied for a liberal thanks
+ Which I do owe you. \\
+
+\24 Let me have your hand:
+ I did not think, sir, to have met you here.
+
+\1 The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you,
+ That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither;
+ For I have gain'd by 't. \\
+
+\3 Since I saw you last,
+ There is a change upon you. \\
+
+\24 Well, I know not
+ What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face;
+ But in my bosom shall she never come,
+ To make my heart her vassal. \\
+
+\17 Well met here.
+
+\24 I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed:
+ I crave our composition may be written,
+ And seal'd between us. \\
+
+\3 That's the next to do.
+
+\24 We'll feast each other ere we part; and let's
+ Draw lots who shall begin. \\
+
+\1 That will I, Pompey.
+
+\24 No, Antony, take the lot: but, first
+ Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
+ Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
+ Grew fat with feasting there. \\
+
+\1 You have heard much.
+
+\24 I have fair meanings, sir. \\
+
+\1 And fair words to them.
+
+\24 Then so much have I heard:
+ And I have heard, Apollodorus carried---
+
+\13 No more of that: he did so. \\
+
+\24 What, I pray you?
+
+\13 A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress.
+
+\24 I know thee now: how farest thou, soldier? \\
+
+\13 Well;
+ And well am like to do; for, I perceive,
+ Four feasts are toward. \\
+
+\24 Let me shake thy hand;
+ I never hated thee: I have seen thee fight,
+ When I have envied thy behavior. \\
+
+\13 Sir,
+ I never loved you much; but I ha' praised ye,
+ When you have well deserved ten times as much
+ As I have said you did. \\
+
+\24 Enjoy thy plainness,
+ It nothing ill becomes thee.
+ Aboard my galley I invite you all:
+ Will you lead, lords? \\
+
+\3 \1 \17 Show us the way, sir. \\
+
+\24 Come. \[r]Exeunt all but \20 and \13\]
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\20 \[Aside.\] Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have
+ made this treaty.---You and I have known, sir.
+
+\13 At sea, I think.
+
+\20 We have, sir.
+
+\13 You have done well by water.
+
+\20 And you by land.
+
+\13 I will praise any man that will praise me; though it
+ cannot be denied what I have done by land.
+
+\20 Nor what I have done by water.
+
+\13 Yes, something you can deny for your own
+ safety: you have been a great thief by sea.
+
+\20 And you by land.
+
+\13 There I deny my land service. But give me your
+ hand, Menas: if our eyes had authority, here they
+ might take two thieves kissing.
+
+\20 All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.
+
+\13 But there is never a fair woman has a true face.
+
+\20 No slander; they steal hearts.
+
+\13 We came hither to fight with you.
+
+\20 For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking.
+ Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.
+
+\13 If he do, sure, he cannot weep't back again.
+
+\20 You've said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony
+ here: pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
+
+\13 Caesar's sister is called Octavia.
+
+\20 True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.
+
+\13 But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius.
+
+\20 Pray ye, sir?
+
+\13 'Tis true.
+
+\20 Then is Caesar and he for ever knit together.
+
+\13 If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would
+ not prophesy so.
+
+\20 I think the policy of that purpose made more in the
+ marriage than the love of the parties.
+
+\13 I think so too. But you shall find, the band that
+ seems to tie their friendship together will be the
+ very strangler of their amity: Octavia is of a
+ holy, cold, and still conversation.
+
+\20 Who would not have his wife so?
+
+\13 Not he that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony.
+ He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall the
+ sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Caesar; and, as
+ I said before, that which is the strength of their
+ amity shall prove the immediate author of their
+ variance. Antony will use his affection where it is:
+ he married but his occasion here.
+
+\20 And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard?
+ I have a health for you.
+
+\13 I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egypt.
+
+\20 Come, let's away. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+\end{PROSE}
+
+
+\Scene{On board Pompey's galley, off Misenum.}
+
+
+ \(Music plays. Enter two or three Servants with a banquet.\)
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\64 Here they'll be, man. Some o' their plants are
+ ill-rooted already: the least wind i' the world
+ will blow them down.
+
+\65 Lepidus is high-coloured.
+
+\64 They have made him drink alms-drink.
+
+\65 As they pinch one another by the disposition, he
+ cries out `No more;' reconciles them to his
+ entreaty, and himself to the drink.
+
+\64 But it raises the greater war between him and
+ his discretion.
+
+\65 Why, this is to have a name in great men's
+ fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do
+ me no service as a partisan I could not heave.
+
+\64 To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen
+ to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be,
+ which pitifully disaster the cheeks.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+ \(A sennet sounded. Enter \3, \1, \17, \24,
+ \4, \19, \13, \20, with other captains.\)
+
+\1 \[To \3\] Thus do they, sir: they take the flow o' the Nile
+ By certain scales i' the pyramid; they know,
+ By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth
+ Or foison follow: the higher Nilus swells,
+ The more it promises: as it ebbs, the seedsman
+ Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain,
+ And shortly comes to harvest.
+
+\17 You've strange serpents there.
+
+\1 Ay, Lepidus.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\17 Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the
+ operation of your sun: so is your crocodile.
+
+\1 They are so.
+
+\24 Sit,---and some wine! A health to Lepidus!
+
+\17 I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er out.
+
+\13 Not till you have slept; I fear me you'll be in till then.
+
+\17 Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies'
+ pyramises are very goodly things; without
+ contradiction, I have heard that.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\20 \[Aside to \24\] Pompey, a word. \\
+
+\24 \[Aside to \20\] Say in mine ear: what is't?
+
+\20 \[Aside to \24\] Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain,
+ And hear me speak a word. \\
+
+
+\24 \[Aside to \20\] Forbear me till anon.
+ This wine for Lepidus!
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\17 What manner o' thing is your crocodile?
+
+\1 It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad
+ as it hath breadth: it is just so high as it is,
+ and moves with its own organs: it lives by that
+ which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of
+ it, it transmigrates.
+
+\17 What colour is it of?
+
+\1 Of it own colour too.
+
+\17 'Tis a strange serpent.
+
+\1 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.
+
+\3 Will this description satisfy him?
+
+\1 With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a
+ very epicure.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\24 \[Aside to \20\] Go hang, sir, hang! Tell me of that? away!
+ Do as I bid you. Where's this cup I call'd for?
+
+\20 \[Aside to \24\] If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me,
+ Rise from thy stool. \\
+
+\24 \[Aside to \20\] I think thou'rt mad. The matter?
+ \[r]Rises, and walks aside.\]
+
+\20 I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes.
+
+\24 Thou hast served me with much faith. What's else to say?
+ Be jolly, lords. \\
+
+\1 These quick-sands, Lepidus,
+ Keep off them, for you sink.
+
+\20 Wilt thou be lord of all the world? \\
+
+\24 What say'st thou?
+
+\20 Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice.
+
+\24 How should that be? \\
+
+\20 But entertain it,
+ And, though thou think me poor, I am the man
+ Will give thee all the world. \\
+
+\24 Hast thou drunk well?
+
+\20 Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
+ Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove:
+ Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
+ Is thine, if thou wilt ha't. \\
+
+\24 Show me which way.
+
+\20 These three world-sharers, these competitors,
+ Are in thy vessel: let me cut the cable;
+ And, when we are put off, fall to their throats:
+ All there is thine. \\
+
+\24 Ah, this thou shouldst have done,
+ And not have spoke on't! In me 'tis villany;
+ In thee't had been good service. Thou must know,
+ 'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour;
+ Mine honour, it. Repent that e'er thy tongue
+ Hath so betray'd thine act: being done unknown,
+ I should have found it afterwards well done;
+ But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.
+
+\20 \[Aside.\] For this,
+ I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more.
+ Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd,
+ Shall never find it more. \\
+
+\24 This health to Lepidus!
+
+\1 Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him, Pompey.
+
+\13 Here's to thee, Menas! \\
+
+\20 Enobarbus, welcome!
+
+\24 Fill till the cup be hid.
+
+\13 There's a strong fellow, Menas.
+ \[r]Pointing to the Attendant who carries off Lepidus.\]
+
+\20 Why?
+
+\13 A' bears the third part of the world, man; see'st not?
+
+\20 The third part, then, is drunk: would it were all,
+ That it might go on wheels!
+
+\13 Drink thou; increase the reels.
+
+\20 Come.
+
+\24 This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.
+
+\1 It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho?
+ Here is to Caesar! \\
+
+\3 I could well forbear't.
+ It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,
+ And it grows fouler. \\
+
+\1 Be a child o' the time.
+
+\3 Possess it, I'll make answer:
+ But I had rather fast from all four days
+ Than drink so much in one. \\
+
+\13 \[To \1\] Ha, my brave emperor!
+ Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals,
+ And celebrate our drink? \\
+
+\24 Let's ha't, good soldier.
+
+\1 Come, let's all take hands,
+ Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense
+ In soft and delicate Lethe. \\
+
+\13 All take hands.
+ Make battery to our ears with the loud music:
+ The while I'll place you: then the boy shall sing;
+ The holding every man shall bear as loud
+ As his strong sides can volley.
+ \[r]Music plays. Enobarbus places them hand in hand.\]
+ \spatium {1ex} \numerus{}
+ \hskip 8em \textsc{the song}
+ {\Locus \textus {+\widthof{As his}}
+ \Forma \strophae {000011}
+ \numerus{-1}
+ Come, thou monarch of the vine,
+ Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
+ In thy fats our cares be drown'd,
+ With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd:
+ Cup us, till the world go round,
+ Cup us, till the world go round!
+ }
+ \spatium {1ex} \numerus{+0}
+\3 What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother,
+ Let me request you off: our graver business
+ Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let's part;
+ You see we have burnt our cheeks: strong Enobarb
+ Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue
+ Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost
+ Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night.
+ Good Antony, your hand. \\
+
+\24 I'll try you on the shore.
+
+\1 And shall, sir; give's your hand. \\
+
+\24 O Antony,
+ You have my father's house. But, what? we are friends.
+ Come, down into the boat. \\
+
+\13 Take heed you fall not.
+ \[r]Exeunt all but \13 and \20\]
+
+ Menas, I'll not on shore. \\
+
+\20 No, to my cabin.
+ These drums! these trumpets, flutes! what!
+ Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell
+ To these great fellows: sound and be hang'd, sound out!
+ \[r]Sound a flourish, with drums.\]
+
+\13 Ho! says a' There's my cap.
+
+\20 Ho! Noble captain, come. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\Act
+
+
+
+\Scene{A plain in Syria.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \32 as it were in triumph, with \28,
+ and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead
+ body of \persona{Pacorus} borne before him.\)
+
+\32 Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now
+ Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death
+ Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body
+ Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes,
+ Pays this for Marcus Crassus. \\
+
+\28 Noble Ventidius,
+ Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm,
+ The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media,
+ Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither
+ The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony
+ Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and
+ Put garlands on thy head. \\
+
+\32 O Silius, Silius,
+ I have done enough; a lower place, note well,
+ May make too great an act: for learn this, Silius;
+ Better to leave undone, than by our deed
+ Acquire too high a fame when him we serve's away.
+ Caesar and Antony have ever won
+ More in their officer than person: Sossius,
+ One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant,
+ For quick accumulation of renown,
+ Which he achieved by the minute, lost his favour.
+ Who does i' the wars more than his captain can
+ Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition,
+ The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,
+ Than gain which darkens him.
+ I could do more to do Antonius good,
+ But 'twould offend him; and in his offence
+ Should my performance perish. \\
+
+\28 Thou hast, Ventidius, that
+ Without the which a soldier, and his sword,
+ Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony!
+
+\32 I'll humbly signify what in his name,
+ That magical word of war, we have effected;
+ How, with his banners and his well-paid ranks,
+ The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia
+ We have jaded out o' the field. \\
+
+\28 Where is he now?
+
+\32 He purposeth to Athens: whither, with what haste
+ The weight we must convey with's will permit,
+ We shall appear before him. On there; pass along!
+ \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Rome. An ante-chamber in Caesar's house.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \4 at one door, \13 at another.\)
+
+\4 What, are the brothers parted?
+
+\13 They have dispatch'd with Pompey, he is gone;
+ The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
+ To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and Lepidus,
+ Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled
+ With the green sickness. \\
+
+\4 'Tis a noble Lepidus.
+
+\13 A very fine one: O, how he loves Caesar!
+
+\4 Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!
+
+\13 Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.
+
+\4 What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.
+
+\13 Spake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil!
+
+\4 O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!
+
+\13 Would you praise Caesar, say `Caesar:' go no further.
+
+\4 Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.
+
+\13 But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony:
+ Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot
+ Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho!
+ His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
+ Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. \\
+
+\4 Both he loves.
+
+\13 They are his shards, and he their beetle. So;
+ \[r]Trumpets within.\]
+ This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
+
+\4 Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.
+
+ \(Enter \3, \1, \17, and \22\)
+
+\1 No further, sir.
+
+\3 You take from me a great part of myself;
+ Use me well in 't. Sister, prove such a wife
+ As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest band
+ Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony,
+ Let not the piece of virtue, which is set
+ Betwixt us as the cement of our love,
+ To keep it builded, be the ram to batter
+ The fortress of it; for better might we
+ Have loved without this mean, if on both parts
+ This be not cherish'd. \\
+
+\1 Make me not offended
+ In your distrust. \\
+
+\3 I have said. \\
+
+\1 You shall not find,
+ Though you be therein curious, the least cause
+ For what you seem to fear: so, the gods keep you,
+ And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!
+ We will here part.
+
+\3 Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:
+ The elements be kind to thee, and make
+ Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.
+
+\22 My noble brother!
+
+\1 The April 's in her eyes: it is love's spring,
+ And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.
+
+\22 Sir, look well to my husband's house; and--- \\
+
+\3 What,
+ Octavia? \\
+
+\22 I'll tell you in your ear.
+
+\1 Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
+ Her heart inform her tongue,---the swan's down-feather,
+ That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
+ And neither way inclines.
+
+\13 \[Aside to \4\] Will Caesar weep? \\
+
+\4 \[Aside to \13\] He has a cloud in 's face.
+
+\13 \[Aside to \4\] He were the worse for that, were he a horse;
+ So is he, being a man. \\
+
+\4 \[Aside to \13\] Why, Enobarbus,
+ When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,
+ He cried almost to roaring; and he wept
+ When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.
+
+\13 \[Aside to \4\] That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum;
+ What willingly he did confound he wail'd,
+ Believe't, till I wept too. \\
+
+\3 No, sweet Octavia,
+ You shall hear from me still; the time shall not
+ Out-go my thinking on you. \\
+
+\1 Come, sir, come;
+ I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love:
+ Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,
+ And give you to the gods. \\
+
+\3 Adieu; be happy!
+
+\17 Let all the number of the stars give light
+ To thy fair way! \\
+
+\3 Farewell, farewell! \\ \[r]Kisses \22\]
+
+\1 Farewell!
+ \[r]Trumpets sound. Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, \7, \16, and \5\)
+
+\2 Where is the fellow? \\
+
+\5 Half afeard to come.
+
+\2 Go to, go to. Come hither, sir. \\
+
+ \(Enter the \60 as before.\)
+
+
+\5 Good majesty,
+ Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you
+ But when you are well pleased. \\
+
+\2 That Herod's head
+ I'll have: but how, when Antony is gone
+ Through whom I might command it? Come thou near.
+
+\60 Most gracious majesty! \\
+
+\2 Didst thou behold
+ Octavia? \\
+
+\60 Ay, dread queen. \\
+
+\2 Where? \\
+
+\60 Madam, in Rome;
+ I look'd her in the face, and saw her led
+ Between her brother and Mark Antony.
+
+\2 Is she as tall as me? \\
+
+\60 She is not, madam.
+
+\2 Didst hear her speak? is she shrill-tongued or low?
+
+\60 Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voiced.
+
+\2 That's not so good: he cannot like her long.
+
+\7 Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible.
+
+\2 I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish!
+ What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
+ If e'er thou look'dst on majesty. \\
+
+\60 She creeps:
+ Her motion and her station are as one;
+ She shows a body rather than a life,
+ A statue than a breather. \\
+
+\2 Is this certain?
+
+\60 Or I have no observance. \\
+
+\7 Three in Egypt
+ Cannot make better note. \\
+
+\2 He's very knowing;
+ I do perceive't: there's nothing in her yet:
+ The fellow has good judgment. \\
+
+\7 Excellent.
+
+\2 Guess at her years, I prithee. \\
+
+\60 Madam,
+ She was a widow,--- \\
+
+\2 Widow! Charmian, hark.
+
+\60 And I do think she's thirty.
+
+\2 Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round?
+
+\60 Round even to faultiness.
+
+\2 For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so.
+ Her hair, what colour? \\
+
+\60 Brown, madam: and her forehead
+ As low as she would wish it. \\
+
+\2 There's gold for thee.
+ Thou must not take my former sharpness ill:
+ I will employ thee back again; I find thee
+ Most fit for business: go make thee ready;
+ Our letters are prepared. \\ \[r]Exit \60\]
+
+\7 A proper man.
+
+\2 Indeed, he is so: I repent me much
+ That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him,
+ This creature's no such thing. \\
+
+\7 Nothing, madam.
+
+\2 The man hath seen some majesty, and should know.
+
+\7 Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,
+ And serving you so long!
+
+\2 I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian:
+ But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
+ Where I will write. All may be well enough.
+
+\7 I warrant you, madam. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Athens. A room in Antony's house.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \22\)
+
+\1 Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,---
+ That were excusable, that, and thousands more
+ Of semblable import,---but he hath waged
+ New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
+ To public ear:
+ Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not
+ But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
+ He vented them; most narrow measure lent me:
+ When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
+ Or did it from his teeth. \\
+
+\22 O my good lord,
+ Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
+ Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
+ If this division chance, ne'er stood between,
+ Praying for both parts:
+ The good gods me presently,
+ When I shall pray, `O bless my lord and husband!'
+ Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
+ `O, bless my brother!' Husband win, win brother,
+ Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
+ 'Twixt these extremes at all. \\
+
+\1 Gentle Octavia,
+ Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks
+ Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honour,
+ I lose myself: better I were not yours
+ Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested,
+ Yourself shall go between 's: the mean time, lady,
+ I'll raise the preparation of a war
+ Shall stain your brother: make your soonest haste;
+ So your desires are yours. \\
+
+\22 Thanks to my lord.
+ The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,
+ Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be
+ As if the world should cleave, and that slain men
+ Should solder up the rift.
+
+\1 When it appears to you where this begins,
+ Turn your displeasure that way: for our faults
+ Can never be so equal, that your love
+ Can equally move with them. Provide your going;
+ Choose your own company, and command what cost
+ Your heart has mind to. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{The same. Another room.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \13 and \14, meeting.\)
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\13 How now, friend Eros!
+
+\14 There's strange news come, sir.
+
+\13 What, man?
+
+\14 Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.
+
+\13 This is old: what is the success?
+
+\14 Caesar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst
+ Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let
+ him partake in the glory of the action: and not
+ resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly
+ wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him: so
+ the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.
+
+\13 Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more;
+ And throw between them all the food thou hast,
+ They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony?
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\14 He's walking in the garden---thus; and spurns
+ The rush that lies before him; cries, `Fool Lepidus!'
+ And threats the throat of that his officer
+ That murder'd Pompey. \\
+
+\13 Our great navy's rigg'd.
+
+\14 For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius;
+ My lord desires you presently: my news
+ I might have told hereafter. \\
+
+\13 'Twill be naught:
+ But let it be. Bring me to Antony.
+
+\14 Come, sir. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+
+\Scene{Rome. Caesar's house.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, \4, and \19\)
+
+\3 Contemning Rome, he has done all this, and more,
+ In Alexandria: here's the manner of 't:
+ I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd,
+ Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
+ Were publicly enthroned: at the feet sat
+ Caesarion, whom they call my father's son,
+ And all the unlawful issue that their lust
+ Since then hath made between them. Unto her
+ He gave the stablishment of Egypt; made her
+ Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,
+ Absolute queen. \\
+
+\19 This in the public eye?
+
+\3 I' the common show-place, where they exercise.
+ His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of kings:
+ Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia.
+ He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
+ Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia: she
+ In the habiliments of the goddess Isis
+ That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience,
+ As 'tis reported, so. \\
+
+\19 Let Rome be thus Inform'd.
+
+\4 Who, queasy with his insolence
+ Already, will their good thoughts call from him.
+
+\3 The people know it; and have now received
+ His accusations. \\
+
+\4 Who does he accuse?
+
+\3 Caesar: and that, having in Sicily
+ Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him
+ His part o' the isle: then does he say, he lent me
+ Some shipping unrestored: lastly, he frets
+ That Lepidus of the triumvirate
+ Should be deposed; and, being, that we detain
+ All his revenue. \\
+
+\4 Sir, this should be answer'd.
+
+\3 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone.
+ I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel;
+ That he his high authority abused,
+ And did deserve his change: for what I have conquer'd,
+ I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia,
+ And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I
+ Demand the like. \\
+
+\19 He'll never yield to that.
+
+\3 Nor must not then be yielded to in this.
+
+
+ \(Enter \22 with her train.\)
+
+\22 Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear Caesar!
+
+\3 That ever I should call thee castaway!
+
+\22 You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause.
+
+\3 Why have you stol'n upon us thus! You come not
+ Like Caesar's sister: the wife of Antony
+ Should have an army for an usher, and
+ The neighs of horse to tell of her approach
+ Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way
+ Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,
+ Longing for what it had not; nay, the dust
+ Should have ascended to the roof of heaven,
+ Raised by your populous troops: but you are come
+ A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
+ The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown,
+ Is often left unloved; we should have met you
+ By sea and land; supplying every stage
+ With an augmented greeting. \\
+
+\22 Good my lord,
+ To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did
+ On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony,
+ Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted
+ My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd
+ His pardon for return. \\
+
+\3 Which soon he granted,
+ Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him.
+
+\22 Do not say so, my lord. \\
+
+\3 I have eyes upon him,
+ And his affairs come to me on the wind.
+ Where is he now? \\
+
+\22 My lord, in Athens.
+
+\3 No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra
+ Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire
+ Up to a whore; who now are levying
+ The kings o' the earth for war; he hath assembled
+ Bocchus, the king of Libya; Archelaus,
+ Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king
+ Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas;
+ King Malchus of Arabia; King of Pont;
+ Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king
+ Of Comagene; Polemon and Amyntas,
+ The kings of Mede and Lycaonia,
+ With a more larger list of sceptres. \\
+
+\22 Ay me, most wretched,
+ That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
+ That do afflict each other! \\
+
+\3 Welcome hither:
+ Your letters did withhold our breaking forth;
+ Till we perceived, both how you were wrong led,
+ And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart;
+ Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
+ O'er your content these strong necessities;
+ But let determined things to destiny
+ Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome;
+ Nothing more dear to me. You are abused
+ Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods,
+ To do you justice, make them ministers
+ Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort;
+ And ever welcome to us. \\
+
+\4 Welcome, lady.
+
+\19 Welcome, dear madam.
+ Each heart in Rome does love and pity you:
+ Only the adulterous Antony, most large
+ In his abominations, turns you off;
+ And gives his potent regiment to a trull,
+ That noises it against us. \\
+
+\22 Is it so, sir?
+
+\3 Most certain. Sister, welcome: pray you,
+ Be ever known to patience: my dear'st sister! \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+
+
+
+\Scene{Near Actium. Antony's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2 and \13\)
+
+\2 I will be even with thee, doubt it not.
+
+\13 But why, why, why?
+
+\2 Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars,
+ And say'st it is not fit. \\
+
+\13 Well, is it, is it?
+
+\2 If not denounced against us, why should not we
+ Be there in person? \\
+
+\13 \[Aside.\] Well, I could reply:
+ If we should serve with horse and mares together,
+ The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear
+ A soldier and his horse. \\
+
+\2 What is't you say?
+
+\13 Your presence needs must puzzle Antony;
+ Take from his heart, take from his brain, from's time,
+ What should not then be spared. He is already
+ Traduced for levity; and 'tis said in Rome
+ That Photinus an eunuch and your maids
+ Manage this war. \\
+
+\2 Sink Rome, and their tongues rot
+ That speak against us! A charge we bear i' the war,
+ And, as the president of my kingdom, will
+ Appear there for a man. Speak not against it:
+ I will not stay behind. \\
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \6\)
+
+\13 Nay, I have done.
+ Here comes the emperor. \\
+
+
+\1 Is it not strange, Canidius,
+ That from Tarentum and Brundusium
+ He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea,
+ And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, sweet?
+
+\2 Celerity is never more admired
+ Than by the negligent. \\
+
+\1 A good rebuke,
+ Which might have well becomed the best of men,
+ To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we
+ Will fight with him by sea. \\
+
+\2 By sea! what else?
+
+\6 Why will my lord do so? \\
+
+\1 For that he dares us to't.
+
+\13 So hath my lord dared him to single fight.
+
+\22 Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia.
+ Where Caesar fought with Pompey: but these offers,
+ Which serve not for his vantage, be shakes off;
+ And so should you. \\
+
+\13 Your ships are not well mann'd;
+ Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people
+ Ingross'd by swift impress; in Caesar's fleet
+ Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought:
+ Their ships are yare; yours, heavy: no disgrace
+ Shall fall you for refusing him at sea,
+ Being prepared for land. \\
+
+\1 By sea, by sea.
+
+\13 Most worthy sir, you therein throw away
+ The absolute soldiership you have by land;
+ Distract your army, which doth most consist
+ Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted
+ Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego
+ The way which promises assurance; and
+ Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard,
+ From firm security. \\
+
+\1 I'll fight at sea.
+
+\2 I have sixty sails, Caesar none better.
+
+\1 Our overplus of shipping will we burn;
+ And, with the rest full-mann'd, from the head of Actium
+ Beat the approaching Caesar. But if we fail,
+ We then can do't at land. \\
+
+
+ \(Enter a Messenger.\)
+
+ Thy business?
+
+\60 The news is true, my lord; he is descried;
+ Caesar has taken Toryne.
+
+\1 Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible;
+ Strange that power should be. Canidius,
+ Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land,
+ And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our ship:
+ Away, my Thetis! \\
+
+
+ \(Enter a Soldier.\)
+
+ How now, worthy soldier?
+
+\66 O noble emperor, do not fight by sea;
+ Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt
+ This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians
+ And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we
+ Have used to conquer, standing on the earth,
+ And fighting foot to foot. \\
+
+\1 Well, well: away! \[r]Exeunt Antony, Cleopatra and Enobarbus.\]
+
+\66 By Hercules, I think I am i' the right.
+
+\6 Soldier, thou art: but his whole action grows
+ Not in the power on't: so our leader's led,
+ And we are women's men. \\
+
+\66 You keep by land
+ The legions and the horse whole, do you not?
+
+\6 Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,
+ Publicola, and Caelius, are for sea:
+ But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar's
+ Carries beyond belief. \\
+
+\66 While he was yet in Rome,
+ His power went out in such distractions as
+ Beguiled all spies. \\
+
+\6 Who's his lieutenant, hear you?
+
+\66 They say, one Taurus. \\
+
+\6 Well I know the man.
+
+ \(Enter a Messenger.\)
+
+\60 The emperor calls Canidius.
+
+\6 With news the time's with labour, and throes forth,
+ Each minute, some. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+
+\Scene{A plain near Actium.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, and \29, with his army, marching.\)
+
+\3 Taurus!
+
+\29 My lord?
+
+\3 Strike not by land; keep whole: provoke not battle,
+ Till we have done at sea. Do not exceed
+ The prescript of this scroll: our fortune lies
+ Upon this jump. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Another part of the plain.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \13\)
+
+\1 Set we our squadrons on yond side o' the hill,
+ In eye of Caesar's battle; from which place
+ We may the number of the ships behold,
+ And so proceed accordingly. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Another part of the plain.}
+
+
+ \(\6 marcheth with his land army one way over
+ the stage; and \29, the lieutenant of \3,
+ the other way. After their going in, is
+ heard the noise of a sea-fight.\)
+
+ \(Alarum. Enter \13\)
+
+\13 Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer:
+ The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral,
+ With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder:
+ To see't mine eyes are blasted. \\
+
+
+ \(Enter \26\)
+
+\26 Gods and goddesses,
+ All the whole synod of them! \\
+
+\13 What's thy passion!
+
+\26 The greater cantle of the world is lost
+ With very ignorance; we have kiss'd away
+ Kingdoms and provinces. \\
+
+\13 How appears the fight?
+
+\26 On our side like the token'd pestilence,
+ Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,---
+ Whom leprosy o'ertake!---i' the midst o' the fight,
+ When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
+ Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,
+ The breese upon her, like a cow in June,
+ Hoists sails and flies.
+
+\13 That I beheld:
+ Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not
+ Endure a further view. \\
+
+\26 She once being loof'd,
+ The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
+ Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doting mallard,
+ Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
+ I never saw an action of such shame;
+ Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
+ Did violate so itself. \\
+
+\13 Alack, alack!
+
+ \(Enter \6\)
+
+\6 Our fortune on the sea is out of breath,
+ And sinks most lamentably. Had our general
+ Been what he knew himself, it had gone well:
+ O, he has given example for our flight,
+ Most grossly, by his own!
+
+\13 Ay, are you thereabouts? Why, then, good night
+ indeed. \\
+
+\6 Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.
+
+\26 'Tis easy to't; and there I will attend
+ What further comes. \\
+
+\6 To Caesar will I render
+ My legions and my horse: six kings already
+ Show me the way of yielding. \\
+
+\13 I'll yet follow
+ The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
+ Sits in the wind against me. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 with Attendants.\)
+
+\1 Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon't;
+ It is ashamed to bear me! Friends, come hither:
+ I am so lated in the world, that I
+ Have lost my way for ever: I have a ship
+ Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly,
+ And make your peace with Caesar. \\
+
+\99 Fly! not we.
+
+\1 I have fled myself; and have instructed cowards
+ To run and show their shoulders. Friends, be gone;
+ I have myself resolved upon a course
+ Which has no need of you; be gone:
+ My treasure's in the harbour, take it. O,
+ I follow'd that I blush to look upon:
+ My very hairs do mutiny; for the white
+ Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them
+ For fear and doting. Friends, be gone: you shall
+ Have letters from me to some friends that will
+ Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad,
+ Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint
+ Which my despair proclaims; let that be left
+ Which leaves itself: to the sea-side straightway:
+ I will possess you of that ship and treasure.
+ Leave me, I pray, a little: pray you now:
+ Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command,
+ Therefore I pray you: I'll see you by and by. \[r]Sits down.\]
+
+
+ \(Enter \2 led by \7 and \16; \14 following.\)
+
+\14 Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him.
+
+\16 Do, most dear queen.
+
+\7 Do! why: what else?
+
+\2 Let me sit down. O Juno!
+
+\1 No, no, no, no, no.
+
+\14 See you here, sir?
+
+\1 O fie, fie, fie!
+
+\7 Madam!
+
+\16 Madam, O good empress!
+
+\14 Sir, sir,---
+
+\1 Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
+ His sword e'en like a dancer; while I struck
+ The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I
+ That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
+ Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practise had
+ In the brave squares of war: yet now---No matter.
+
+\2 Ah, stand by.
+
+\14 The queen, my lord, the queen.
+
+\16 Go to him, madam, speak to him:
+ He is unqualitied with very shame.
+
+\2 Well then, sustain him: O!
+
+\14 Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches:
+ Her head's declined, and death will seize her, but
+ Your comfort makes the rescue.
+
+\1 I have offended reputation,
+ A most unnoble swerving. \\
+
+\14 Sir, the queen.
+
+\1 O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,
+ How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
+ By looking back what I have left behind
+ 'Stroy'd in dishonour. \\
+
+\2 O my lord, my lord,
+ Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought
+ You would have follow'd. \\
+
+\1 Egypt, thou knew'st too well
+ My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
+ And thou shouldst tow me after: o'er my spirit
+ Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
+ Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
+ Command me. \\
+
+\2 O, my pardon! \\
+
+\1 Now I must
+ To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
+ And palter in the shifts of lowness; who
+ With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleased,
+ Making and marring fortunes. You did know
+ How much you were my conqueror; and that
+ My sword, made weak by my affection, would
+ Obey it on all cause. \\
+
+\2 Pardon, pardon!
+
+\1 Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
+ All that is won and lost: give me a kiss;
+ Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster;
+ Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead.
+ Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune knows
+ We scorn her most when most she offers blows. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Egypt. Caesar's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, \11, \30, with others.\)
+
+\3 Let him appear that's come from Antony.
+ Know you him? \\
+
+\11 Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster:
+ An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
+ He sends so poor a pinion off his wing,
+ Which had superfluous kings for messengers
+ Not many moons gone by. \\
+
+ \(Enter Ambassador from \1\)
+
+
+\3 Approach, and speak.
+
+\50 Such as I am, I come from Antony:
+ I was of late as petty to his ends
+ As is the morn-dew on the myrtle-leaf
+ To his grand sea. \\
+
+\3 Be't so: declare thine office.
+
+\50 Lord of his fortunes he salutes thee, and
+ Requires to live in Egypt: which not granted,
+ He lessens his requests; and to thee sues
+ To let him breathe between the heavens and earth,
+ A private man in Athens: this for him.
+ Next, Cleopatra does confess thy greatness;
+ Submits her to thy might; and of thee craves
+ The circle of the Ptolemies for her heirs,
+ Now hazarded to thy grace. \\
+
+\3 For Antony,
+ I have no ears to his request. The queen
+ Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she
+ From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend,
+ Or take his life there: this if she perform,
+ She shall not sue unheard. So to them both.
+
+\50 Fortune pursue thee! \\
+
+\3 Bring him through the bands. \[r]Exit ambassador.\]
+ \[To \30\] To try eloquence, now 'tis time: dispatch;
+ From Antony win Cleopatra: promise,
+ And in our name, what she requires; add more,
+ From thine invention, offers: women are not
+ In their best fortunes strong; but want will perjure
+ The ne'er touch'd vestal: try thy cunning, Thidias;
+ Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
+ Will answer as a law. \\
+
+\30 Caesar, I go.
+
+\3 Observe how Antony becomes his flaw,
+ And what thou think'st his very action speaks
+ In every power that moves. \\
+
+\30 Caesar, I shall. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, \13, \7, and \16\)
+
+\2 What shall we do, Enobarbus? \\
+
+\13 Think, and die.
+
+\2 Is Antony or we in fault for this?
+
+\13 Antony only, that would make his will
+ Lord of his reason. What though you fled
+ From that great face of war, whose several ranges
+ Frighted each other? why should he follow?
+ The itch of his affection should not then
+ Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point,
+ When half to half the world opposed, he being
+ The meered question: 'twas a shame no less
+ Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
+ And leave his navy gazing. \\
+
+\2 Prithee, peace.
+
+ \(Enter \1 with the Ambassador.\)
+
+\1 Is that his answer?
+
+\50 Ay, my lord.
+
+\1 The queen shall then have courtesy, so she
+ Will yield us up. \\
+
+\50 He says so. \\
+
+\1 Let her know't.
+ To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
+ And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
+ With principalities. \\
+
+\2 That head, my lord?
+
+\1 To him again: tell him he wears the rose
+ Of youth upon him; from which the world should note
+ Something particular: his coin, ships, legions,
+ May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail
+ Under the service of a child as soon
+ As i' the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore
+ To lay his gay comparisons apart,
+ And answer me declined, sword against sword,
+ Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me. \[r]Exeunt \1 and Ambassador.\]
+
+\13 \[Aside.\] Yes, like enough, high-battled Caesar will
+ Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show,
+ Against a sworder! I see men's judgments are
+ A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
+ Do draw the inward quality after them,
+ To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
+ Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
+ Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdued
+ His judgment too. \\
+
+ \(Enter a Servant.\)
+
+\63 A messenger from C\ae{}sar.
+
+\2 What, no more ceremony? See, my women!
+ Against the blown rose may they stop their nose
+ That kneel'd unto the buds. Admit him, sir. \[r]Exit Servant.\]
+
+\13 \[Aside.\] Mine honesty and I begin to square.
+ The loyalty well held to fools does make
+ Our faith mere folly: yet he that can endure
+ To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord
+ Does conquer him that did his master conquer
+ And earns a place i' the story.\\
+
+ \(Enter \30\)
+
+\2 Caesar's will?
+
+\30 Hear it apart. \\
+
+\2 None but friends: say boldly.
+
+\30 So, haply, are they friends to Antony.
+
+\13 He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has;
+ Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
+ Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know,
+ Whose he is we are, and that is, Caesar's. \\
+
+\30 So.
+ Thus then, thou most renown'd: Caesar entreats,
+ Not to consider in what case thou stand'st,
+ Further than he is Caesar. \\
+
+\2 Go on: right royal.
+
+\30 He knows that you embrace not Antony
+ As you did love, but as you fear'd him. \\
+
+\2 O!
+
+\30 The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
+ Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
+ Not as deserved. \\
+
+\2 He is a god, and knows
+ What is most right: mine honour was not yielded,
+ But conquer'd merely. \\
+
+\13 \[Aside.\] To be sure of that,
+ I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky,
+ That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
+ Thy dearest quit thee. \\ \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\30 Shall I say to Caesar
+ What you require of him? for he partly begs
+ To be desired to give. It much would please him,
+ That of his fortunes you should make a staff
+ To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits,
+ To hear from me you had left Antony,
+ And put yourself under his shrowd,
+ The universal landlord. \\
+
+\2 What's your name?
+
+\30 My name is Thidias. \\
+
+\2 Most kind messenger,
+ Say to great Caesar this: in deputation
+ I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt
+ To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel:
+ Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear
+ The doom of Egypt. \\
+
+\30 'Tis your noblest course.
+ Wisdom and fortune combating together,
+ If that the former dare but what it can,
+ No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
+ My duty on your hand. \\
+
+\2 Your Caesar's father oft,
+ When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in,
+ Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
+ As it rain'd kisses. \\
+
+ \(Re-enter \1 and \13\)
+
+\1 Favours, by Jove that thunders!
+ What art thou, fellow? \\
+
+\30 One that but performs
+ The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
+ To have command obey'd. \\
+
+\13 \[Aside.\] You will be whipp'd.
+
+\1 Approach, there! Ah, you kite! Now, gods and devils!
+ Authority melts from me: of late, when I cried `Ho!'
+ Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
+ And cry `Your will?' Have you no ears? I am
+ Antony yet. \\
+
+ \(Enter Servants.\)
+
+ Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
+
+\13 \[Aside.\] 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp
+ Than with an old one dying. \\
+
+\1 Moon and stars!
+ Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
+ That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them
+ So saucy with the hand of she here,---what's her name,
+ Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,
+ Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
+ And whine aloud for mercy: take him hence.
+
+\30 Mark Antony! \\
+
+
+\1 Tug him away: being whipp'd,
+ Bring him again: this Jack of Caesar's shall
+ Bear us an errand to him. \[r]Exeunt Servants with Thidias.\]
+ You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha!
+ Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome,
+ Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
+ And by a gem of women, to be abused
+ By one that looks on feeders? \\
+
+\2 Good my lord,---
+
+\1 You have been a boggler ever:
+ But when we in our viciousness grow hard---
+ O misery on't!---the wise gods seel our eyes;
+ In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
+ Adore our errors; laugh at's, while we strut
+ To our confusion. \\
+
+\2 O, is't come to this?
+
+\1 I found you as a morsel cold upon
+ Dead Caesar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment
+ Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
+ Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
+ Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure,
+ Though you can guess what temperance should be,
+ You know not what it is. \\
+
+\2 Wherefore is this?
+
+\1 To let a fellow that will take rewards
+ And say `God quit you!' be familiar with
+ My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal
+ And plighter of high hearts! O, that I were
+ Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar
+ The horned herd! for I have savage cause;
+ And to proclaim it civilly, were like
+ A halter'd neck which does the hangman thank
+ For being yare about him. \\
+
+ \(Enter a Servant with Thidias.\)
+
+ Is he whipp'd?
+
+\63 Soundly, my lord. \\
+
+\1 Cried he? and begg'd a' pardon?
+
+\63 He did ask favour.
+
+\1 If that thy father live, let him repent
+ Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
+ To follow Caesar in his triumph, since
+ Thou hast been whipp'd for following him: henceforth
+ The white hand of a lady fever thee,
+ Shake thou to look on 't. Get thee back to Caesar,
+ Tell him thy entertainment: look, thou say
+ He makes me angry with him; for he seems
+ Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
+ Not what he knew I was: he makes me angry;
+ And at this time most easy 'tis to do't,
+ When my good stars, that were my former guides,
+ Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires
+ Into the abysm of hell. If he mislike
+ My speech and what is done, tell him he has
+ Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom
+ He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
+ As he shall like, to quit me: urge it thou:
+ Hence with thy stripes, begone! \[r]Exit Thidias.\]
+
+\2 Have you done yet? \\
+
+\1 Alack, our terrene moon
+ Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone
+ The fall of Antony! \\
+
+\2 I must stay his time.
+
+\1 To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes
+ With one that ties his points? \\
+
+\2 Not know me yet?
+
+\1 Cold-hearted toward me? \\
+
+\2 Ah, dear, if I be so,
+ From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
+ And poison it in the source; and the first stone
+ Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
+ Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite!
+ Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
+ Together with my brave Egyptians all,
+ By the discandying of this pelleted storm,
+ Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
+ Have buried them for prey! \\
+
+\1 I am satisfied.
+ Caesar sits down in Alexandria; where
+ I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
+ Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too
+ Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most sea-like.
+ Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?
+ If from the field I shall return once more
+ To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
+ I and my sword will earn our chronicle:
+ There's hope in't yet.
+
+\2 That's my brave lord!
+
+\1 I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breathed,
+ And fight maliciously: for when mine hours
+ Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
+ Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth,
+ And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,
+ Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me
+ All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more;
+ Let's mock the midnight bell. \\
+
+\2 It is my birth-day:
+ I had thought to have held it poor: but, since my lord
+ Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
+
+\1 We will yet do well.
+
+\2 Call all his noble captains to my lord.
+
+\1 Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force
+ The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen;
+ There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight,
+ I'll make death love me; for I will contend
+ Even with his pestilent scythe. \[r]Exeunt all but Enobarbus.\]
+
+\13 Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious,
+ Is to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood
+ The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still,
+ A diminution in our captain's brain
+ Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason,
+ It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
+ Some way to leave him. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+
+
+
+\Act
+
+
+\Scene{Before Alexandria. Caesar's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, \4, and \19, with his Army; \3 reading a letter.\)
+
+\3 He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power
+ To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger
+ He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat,
+ Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know
+ I have many other ways to die; meantime
+ Laugh at his challenge. \\
+
+\19 Caesar must think,
+ When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
+ Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
+ Make boot of his distraction: never anger
+ Made good guard for itself. \\
+
+\3 Let our best heads
+ Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
+ We mean to fight: within our files there are,
+ Of those that served Mark Antony but late,
+ Enough to fetch him in. See it done:
+ And feast the army; we have store to do't,
+ And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony! \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1, \2, \13, \7, \16,\\ \5, with others.\)
+
+\1 He will not fight with me, Domitius. \\
+
+\13 No.
+
+\1 Why should he not?
+
+\13 He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
+ He is twenty men to one. \\
+
+\1 To-morrow, soldier,
+ By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
+ Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
+ Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
+
+\13 I'll strike, and cry `Take all.' \\
+
+\1 Well said; come on.
+ Call forth my household servants: let's to-night
+
+ \(Enter three or four Servitors.\)
+
+ Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand,
+ Thou hast been rightly honest;---so hast thou;---
+ Thou,---and thou,---and thou:---you have served me well,
+ And kings have been your fellows. \\
+
+\2 \[Aside to \13\] What means this?
+
+\13 \[Aside to \2\] 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots
+ Out of the mind. \\
+
+\1 And thou art honest too.
+ I wish I could be made so many men,
+ And all of you clapp'd up together in
+ An Antony, that I might do you service
+ So good as you have done. \\
+
+\99 The gods forbid!
+
+\1 Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night:
+ Scant not my cups; and make as much of me
+ As when mine empire was your fellow too,
+ And suffer'd my command. \\
+
+\2 \relax \[lb]Aside to \13\] What does he mean?
+
+\13 \[Aside to \2\] To make his followers weep. \\
+
+\1 Tend me to-night;
+ May be it is the period of your duty:
+ Haply you shall not see me more; or if,
+ A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow
+ You'll serve another master. I look on you
+ As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
+ I turn you not away; but, like a master
+ Married to your good service, stay till death:
+ Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
+ And the gods yield you for't! \\
+
+\13 What mean you, sir,
+ To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
+ And I, an ass, am onion-eyed: for shame,
+ Transform us not to women. \\
+
+\1 Ho, ho, ho!
+ Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!
+ Grace grow where those drops fall, my hearty friends,
+ You take me in too dolorous a sense;
+ For I spake to you for your comfort; did desire you
+ To burn this night with torches: know, my hearts,
+ I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you
+ Where rather I'll expect victorious life
+ Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come,
+ And drown consideration. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{The same. Before the palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter two Soldiers to their guard.\)
+
+\67 Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day.
+
+\68 It will determine one way: fare you well.
+ Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?
+
+\67 Nothing. What news?
+
+\68 Belike 'tis but a rumour. Good night to you.
+
+\67 Well, sir, good night. \\
+
+ \(Enter two other Soldiers.\)
+
+\69 Soldiers, have careful watch.
+
+\67 And you. Good night, good night. \[r]They place themselves in every corner of the stage.\]
+
+\68 Here we: and if to-morrow
+ Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope
+ Our landmen will stand up. \\
+
+\67 'Tis a brave army,
+ And full of purpose. \\ \[r]Music of the hautboys as under the stage.\]
+
+\68 Peace! what noise? \\
+
+\67 List, list!
+
+\68 Hark! \\
+
+\67 Music i' the air. \\
+
+\69 Under the earth.
+
+\70 It signs well, does it not? \\
+
+\69 No. \\
+
+\67 Peace, I say!
+ What should this mean?
+
+\68 'Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony loved,
+ Now leaves him. \\
+
+\67 Walk; let's see if other watchmen
+ Do hear what we do? \\
+
+\68 How now, masters! \\
+
+\99 \[Speaking together.\] How now!
+ How now! do you hear this? \\
+
+\67 Ay; is't not strange?
+
+\69 Do you hear, masters? do you hear?
+
+\67 Follow the noise so far as we have quarter;
+ Let's see how it will give off. \\
+
+\99 Content. 'Tis strange. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{The same. A room in the palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \2, \7, and others\\ attending.\)
+
+\1 Eros! mine armour, Eros! \\
+
+\2 Sleep a little.
+
+\1 No, my chuck. Eros, come; mine armour, Eros!
+
+
+ \(Enter \14 with armour.\)
+
+ Come good fellow, put mine iron on:
+ If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
+ Because we brave her: come. \\
+
+\2 Nay, I'll help too.
+ What's this for? \\
+
+\1 Ah, let be, let be! thou art
+ The armourer of my heart: false, false; this, this.
+
+\2 Sooth, la, I'll help: thus it must be. \\
+
+\1 Well, well;
+ We shall thrive now. Seest thou, my good fellow?
+ Go put on thy defences. \\
+
+\14 Briefly, sir.
+
+\2 Is not this buckled well? \\
+
+\1 Rarely, rarely:
+ He that unbuckles this, till we do please
+ To daff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.
+ Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
+ More tight at this than thou: dispatch. O love,
+ That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st
+ The royal occupation! thou shouldst see
+ A workman in't. \\
+
+ \(Enter an armed Soldier.\)
+
+ Good morrow to thee; welcome:
+ Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:
+ To business that we love we rise betime,
+ And go to't with delight. \\
+
+\66 A thousand, sir,
+ Early though't be, have on their riveted trim,
+ And at the port expect you. \[r]Shout. Trumpets flourish.\]
+
+ \(Enter Captains and Soldiers.\)
+
+\54 The morn is fair. Good morrow, general.
+
+\99 Good morrow, general. \\
+
+\1 'Tis well blown, lads:
+ This morning, like the spirit of a youth
+ That means to be of note, begins betimes.
+ So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
+ Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me:
+ This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable \[r]Kisses her.\]
+
+ And worthy shameful cheque it were, to stand
+ On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
+ Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight,
+ Follow me close; I'll bring you to't. Adieu.
+ \[r]Exeunt \1, \14, Captains, and Soldiers.\]
+
+\7 Please you, retire to your chamber. \\
+
+\2 Lead me.
+ He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might
+ Determine this great war in single fight!
+ Then Antony,---but now---Well, on. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Antony's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Trumpets sound. Enter \1 and \14; a soldier meeting them.\)
+
+\66 The gods make this a happy day to Antony!
+
+\1 Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd
+ To make me fight at land! \\
+
+\66 Hadst thou done so,
+ The kings that have revolted, and the soldier
+ That has this morning left thee, would have still
+ Follow'd thy heels. \\
+
+\1 Who's gone this morning? \\
+
+\66 Who!
+ One ever near thee: call for Enobarbus,
+ He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's camp
+ Say `I am none of thine.' \\
+
+\1 What say'st thou? \\
+
+\66 Sir,
+ He is with Caesar. \\
+
+\14 Sir, his chests and treasure
+ He has not with him. \\
+
+\1 Is he gone? \\
+
+\66 Most certain.
+
+\1 Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it;
+ Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him---
+ I will subscribe---gentle adieus and greetings;
+ Say that I wish he never find more cause
+ To change a master. O, my fortunes have
+ Corrupted honest men! Dispatch.---Enobarbus! \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Caesar's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Flourish. Enter \3, \4, with \13,\\ and others.\)
+
+\3 Go forth, Agrippa, and begin the fight:
+ Our will is Antony be took alive;
+ Make it so known.
+
+\4 Caesar, I shall. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\3 The time of universal peace is near:
+ Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world
+ Shall bear the olive freely. \\
+
+ \(Enter a Messenger.\)
+
+\60 Antony
+ Is come into the field. \\
+
+\3 Go charge Agrippa
+ Plant those that have revolted in the van,
+ That Antony may seem to spend his fury
+ Upon himself. \[r]Exeunt all but \13\]
+
+\13 Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry on
+ Affairs of Antony; there did persuade
+ Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar,
+ And leave his master Antony: for this pains
+ Caesar hath hang'd him. Canidius and the rest
+ That fell away have entertainment, but
+ No honourable trust. I have done ill;
+ Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
+ That I will joy no more. \\
+
+ \(Enter a Soldier of \3's.\)
+
+\66 Enobarbus, Antony
+ Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with
+ His bounty overplus: the messenger
+ Came on my guard; and at thy tent is now
+ Unloading of his mules. \\
+
+\13 I give it you.
+
+\66 Mock not, Enobarbus.
+ I tell you true: best you safed the bringer
+ Out of the host; I must attend mine office,
+ Or would have done't myself. Your emperor
+ Continues still a Jove. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\13 I am alone the villain of the earth,
+ And feel I am so most. O Antony,
+ Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid
+ My better service, when my turpitude
+ Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart:
+ If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
+ Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel.
+ I fight against thee! No: I will go seek
+ Some ditch wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
+ My latter part of life. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Field of battle between the camps.}
+
+
+ \(Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter \4 and others.\)
+
+\4 Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far:
+ Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
+ Exceeds what we expected. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+ \(Alarums. Enter \1 and \26 wounded.\)
+
+\26 O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
+ Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
+ With clouts about their heads. \\
+
+\1 Thou bleed'st apace.
+
+\26 I had a wound here that was like a T,
+ But now 'tis made an H. \\
+
+\1 They do retire.
+
+\26 We'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have yet
+ Room for six scotches more.
+
+ \(Enter \14\)
+
+\14 They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves
+ For a fair victory. \\
+
+\26 Let us score their backs,
+ And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind:
+ 'Tis sport to maul a runner. \\
+
+\1 I will reward thee
+ Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
+ For thy good valour. Come thee on. \\
+
+\26 I'll halt after. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\newpage
+
+\Scene{Under the walls of Alexandria.}
+
+
+ \(Alarum. Enter \1, in a march; \26, with others.\)
+
+\1 We have beat him to his camp: run one before,
+ And let the queen know of our gests. To-morrow,
+ Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the blood
+ That has to-day escaped. I thank you all;
+ For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
+ Not as you served the cause, but as 't had been
+ Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
+ Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
+ Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
+ Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
+ The honour'd gashes whole. \\
+ \(Enter \2, attended.\)
+ \[l]To \26\] Give me thy hand
+ To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
+ Make her thanks bless thee. O thou day o' the world,
+ Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
+ Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
+ Ride on the pants triumphing! \\
+
+\2 Lord of lords!
+ O infinite virtue, comest thou smiling from
+ The world's great snare uncaught? \\
+
+\1 My nightingale,
+ We have beat them to their beds. What, girl! though grey
+ Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we
+ A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can
+ Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man;
+ Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand:
+ Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day
+ As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
+ Destroy'd in such a shape. \\
+
+\2 I'll give thee, friend,
+ An armour all of gold; it was a king's.
+
+\1 He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
+ Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand:
+ Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
+ Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:
+ Had our great palace the capacity
+ To camp this host, we all would sup together,
+ And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
+ Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
+ With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
+ Make mingle with rattling tabourines;
+ That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
+ Applauding our approach. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Caesar's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Enter a Sentry and his company. \13 follows.\)
+
+\62 If we be not relieved within this hour,
+ We must return to the court of guard: the night
+ Is shiny; and they say we shall embattle
+ By the second hour i' the morn. \\
+
+\72 This last day was
+ A shrewd one to's. \\
+
+\13 O, bear me witness, night,---
+
+\73 What man is this? \\
+
+\72 Stand close, and list him.
+
+\13 Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
+ When men revolted shall upon record
+ Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
+ Before thy face repent! \\
+
+\62 Enobarbus! \\
+
+\73 Peace!
+ Hark further.
+
+\13 O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
+ The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
+ That life, a very rebel to my will,
+ May hang no longer on me: throw my heart
+ Against the flint and hardness of my fault:
+ Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
+ And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
+ Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
+ Forgive me in thine own particular;
+ But let the world rank me in register
+ A master-leaver and a fugitive:
+ O Antony! O Antony! \\
+
+\72 Let's speak To him.
+
+\62 Let's hear him, for the things he speaks
+ May concern Caesar. \\
+
+\72 Let's do so. But he sleeps.
+
+\62 Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
+ Was never yet for sleep. \\
+
+\72 Go we to him.
+
+\73 Awake, sir, awake; speak to us. \\
+
+\72 Hear you, sir?
+
+\62 The hand of death hath raught him. \\
+ \[l]Drums afar off.\] Hark! the drums
+ Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
+ To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
+ Is fully out.
+
+\72 Come on, then; He may recover yet. \[r]Exeunt with the body.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Between the two camps.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \26, with their Army.\)
+
+\1 Their preparation is to-day by sea;
+ We please them not by land.
+
+\26 For both, my lord. \\
+
+\1 I would they'ld fight i' the fire or i' the air;
+ We'ld fight there too. But this it is; our foot
+ Upon the hills adjoining to the city
+ Shall stay with us: order for sea is given;
+ They have put forth the haven
+ Where their appointment we may best discover,
+ And look on their endeavour. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+
+\Scene{Another part of the same.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, and his Army.\)
+
+\3 But being charged, we will be still by land,
+ Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force
+ Is forth to man his galleys. To the vales,
+ And hold our best advantage. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\Scene{Another part of the same.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \26\)
+
+\1 Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine does stand,
+ I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word
+ Straight, how 'tis like to go. \\ \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\26 Swallows have built
+ In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
+ Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,
+ And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
+ Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,
+ His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
+ Of what he has, and has not. \\
+
+ \(Re-enter \1\)
+
+\1 All is lost;
+ This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
+ My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
+ They cast their caps up and carouse together
+ Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou
+ Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
+ Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
+ For when I am revenged upon my charm,
+ I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone. \[r]Exit \26\]
+ O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
+ Fortune and Antony part here; even here
+ Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
+ That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
+ Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
+ On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd,
+ That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
+ O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,---
+ Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;
+ Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,---
+ Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
+ Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
+ What, Eros, Eros! \\
+
+ \(Enter \2\)
+
+ Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
+
+\2 Why is my lord enraged against his love?
+
+\1 Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
+ And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee,
+ And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:
+ Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
+ Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown
+ For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let
+ Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
+ With her prepared nails. \\ \[r]Exit \2\]
+
+ 'Tis well thou'rt gone,
+ If it be well to live; but better 'twere
+ Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
+ Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
+ The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me,
+ Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:
+ Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon;
+ And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club,
+ Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die:
+ To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
+ Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros, ho! \[r]Exit.\]
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, \7, \16, and \18\)
+
+\2 Help me, my women! O, he is more mad
+ Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
+ Was never so emboss'd. \\
+
+\7 To the monument!
+ There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.
+ The soul and body rive not more in parting
+ Than greatness going off. \\
+
+\2 To the monument!
+ Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
+ Say, that the last I spoke was `Antony,'
+ And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian,
+ And bring me how he takes my death to the monument! \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+\Scene{The same. Another room.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \14\)
+
+\1 Eros, thou yet behold'st me? \\
+
+\14 Ay, noble lord.
+
+\1 Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish;
+ A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
+ A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
+ A forked mountain, or blue promontory
+ With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
+ And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs;
+ They are black vesper's pageants. \\
+
+\14 Ay, my lord,
+
+\1 That which is now a horse, even with a thought
+ The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
+ As water is in water. \\
+
+\14 It does, my lord.
+
+\1 My good knave Eros, now thy captain is
+ Even such a body: here I am Antony:
+ Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
+ I made these wars for Egypt: and the queen,---
+ Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine;
+ Which whilst it was mine had annex'd unto't
+ A million more, now lost,---she, Eros, has
+ Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory
+ Unto an enemy's triumph.
+ Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
+ Ourselves to end ourselves. \\
+
+
+ \(Enter \18\)
+
+ O! thy vile lady!
+ She has robb'd me of my sword. \\
+
+\18 No, Antony;
+ My mistress loved thee, and her fortunes mingled
+ With thine entirely. \\
+
+\1 Hence, saucy eunuch; peace!
+ She hath betray'd me and shall die the death.
+
+\18 Death of one person can be paid but once,
+ And that she has discharged: what thou wouldst do
+ Is done unto thy hand: the last she spake
+ Was `Antony! most noble Antony!'
+ Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
+ The name of Antony; it was divided
+ Between her heart and lips: she render'd life,
+ Thy name so buried in her. \\
+
+\1 Dead, then? \\
+
+\18 Dead.
+
+\1 Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,
+ And we must sleep. \[To \18\] That thou depart'st hence safe,
+ Does pay thy labour richly; go.\\ \[r]Exit \18\]
+ Off, pluck off:
+ The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
+ The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!
+ Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
+ Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace.
+ No more a soldier: bruised pieces, go;
+ You have been nobly borne. From me awhile. \[r]Exit \14\]
+ I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
+ Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
+ All length is torture: since the torch is out,
+ Lie down, and stray no farther: now all labour
+ Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
+ Itself with strength: seal then, and all is done.
+ Eros!---I come, my queen:---Eros!---Stay for me:
+ Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand,
+ And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze:
+ Dido and her \AE{}neas shall want troops,
+ And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros!
+
+ \(Re-enter \14\)
+
+\14 What would my lord? \\
+
+
+\1 Since Cleopatra died,
+ I have lived in such dishonour, that the gods
+ Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
+ Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back
+ With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack
+ The courage of a woman; less noble mind
+ Than she which by her death our Caesar tells
+ `I am conqueror of myself.' Thou art sworn, Eros,
+ That, when the exigent should come, which now
+ Is come indeed, when I should see behind me
+ The inevitable prosecution of
+ Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
+ Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come:
+ Thou strikest not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.
+ Put colour in thy cheek. \\
+
+
+
+\14 The gods withhold me!
+ Shall I do that which all the Parthian darts,
+ Though enemy, lost aim, and could not? \\
+
+\1 Eros,
+ Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome and see
+ Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
+ His corrigible neck, his face subdued
+ To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat
+ Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded
+ His baseness that ensued? \\
+
+\14 I would not see't.
+
+\1 Come, then; for with a wound I must be cured.
+ Draw that thy honest sword, which thou hast worn
+ Most useful for thy country. \\
+
+\14 O, sir, pardon me!
+
+\1 When I did make thee free, sworest thou not then
+ To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once;
+ Or thy precedent services are all
+ But accidents unpurposed. Draw, and come.
+
+\14 Turn from me, then, that noble countenance,
+ Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
+
+\1 Lo thee! \[r]Turning from him.\]
+
+\14 My sword is drawn. \\
+
+\1 Then let it do at once
+ The thing why thou hast drawn it. \\
+
+\14 My dear master,
+ My captain, and my emperor, let me say,
+ Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
+
+\1 'Tis said, man; and farewell.
+
+\14 Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now? \\
+
+\1 Now, Eros.
+
+\14 Why, there then: thus I do escape the sorrow
+ Of Antony's death. \\ \[r]Kills himself.\]
+
+\1 Thrice-nobler than myself!
+ Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
+ I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros
+ Have by their brave instruction got upon me
+ A nobleness in record: but I will be
+ A bridegroom in my death, and run into't
+ As to a lover's bed. Come, then; and, Eros,
+ Thy master dies thy scholar: to do thus \[r]Falling on his sword.\]
+ I learn'd of thee. How! not dead? not dead?
+ The guard, ho! O, dispatch me! \\
+
+
+
+ \(Enter \8 and Guard.\)
+
+\57 What's the noise?
+
+\1 I have done my work in, friends: O, make an end
+ Of what I have begun. \\
+
+\58 The star is fall'n.
+
+\57 And time is at his period. \\
+
+\99 Alas, and woe!
+
+\1 Let him that loves me strike me dead. \\
+
+\57 Not I.
+
+\58 Nor I.
+
+\59 Nor any one. \[r]Exeunt Guards.\]
+
+\8 Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
+ This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
+ Shall enter me with him.
+
+
+ \(Enter \10\)
+
+\10 Where's Antony? \\
+
+\8 There, Diomed there. \\
+
+\10 Lives he?
+ Wilt thou not answer, man? \[r]Exit \8\]
+
+\1 Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me
+ Sufficing strokes for death. \\
+
+\10 Most absolute lord,
+ My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
+
+\1 When did she send thee? \\
+
+\10 Now, my lord. \\
+
+\1 Where is she?
+
+\10 Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear
+ Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw---
+ Which never shall be found---you did suspect
+ She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage
+ Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead;
+ But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent
+ Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come,
+ I dread, too late.
+
+\1 Too late, good Diomed: call my guard, I prithee.
+
+\10 What, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!
+ Come, your lord calls!
+
+ \(Enter four or five of the Guard of \1\)
+
+\1 Bear me, good friends, where Cleopatra bides;
+ 'Tis the last service that I shall command you.
+
+\57 Woe, woe are we, sir, you may not live to wear
+ All your true followers out. \\
+
+\99 Most heavy day!
+
+\1 Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate
+ To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome
+ Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
+ Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up:
+ I have led you oft: carry me now, good friends,
+ And have my thanks for all. \[r]Exeunt, bearing \1\]
+
+
+\Scene{The same. A monument.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2 and her maids aloft,\\ with \7 and \16\)
+
+\2 O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
+
+\7 Be comforted, dear madam. \\
+
+\2 No, I will not:
+ All strange and terrible events are welcome,
+ But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
+ Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
+ As that which makes it. \\
+
+ \(Enter, below, \10\)
+
+ How now! is he dead?
+
+\10 His death's upon him, but not dead.
+ Look out o' the other side your monument;
+ His guard have brought him thither. \\
+
+ \(Enter, below, \1, borne by the Guard.\)
+
+\2 O sun,
+ Burn the great sphere thou movest in! darkling stand
+ The varying shore o' the world. O Antony,
+ Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help;
+ Help, friends below; let's draw him hither. \\
+
+\1 Peace!
+ Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
+ But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
+
+\2 So it should be, that none but Antony
+ Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
+
+\1 I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
+ I here importune death awhile, until
+ Of many thousand kisses the poor last
+ I lay up thy lips. \\
+
+\2 I dare not, dear,---
+ Dear my lord, pardon,---I dare not,
+ Lest I be taken: not the imperious show
+ Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall
+ Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have
+ Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:
+ Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes
+ And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
+ Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony,---
+ Help me, my women,---we must draw thee up:
+ Assist, good friends. \\
+
+\1 O, quick, or I am gone.
+
+\2 Here's sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord!
+ Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
+ That makes the weight: had I great Juno's power,
+ The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up,
+ And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,---
+ Wishes were ever fools,---O, come, come, come;
+ \[r]They heave \1 aloft to \2\]
+ And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived:
+ Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power,
+ Thus would I wear them out. \\
+
+\99 A heavy sight!
+
+\1 I am dying, Egypt, dying:
+ Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
+
+\2 No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
+ That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel,
+ Provoked by my offence. \\
+
+\1 One word, sweet queen:
+ Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!
+
+\2 They do not go together. \\
+
+\1 Gentle, hear me:
+ None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
+
+\2 My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
+ None about Caesar.
+
+\1 The miserable change now at my end
+ Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts
+ In feeding them with those my former fortunes
+ Wherein I lived, the greatest prince o' the world,
+ The noblest; and do now not basely die,
+ Not cowardly put off my helmet to
+ My countryman,---a Roman by a Roman
+ Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going;
+ I can no more. \\
+
+\2 Noblest of men, woo't die?
+ Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
+ In this dull world, which in thy absence is
+ No better than a sty? O, see, my women,
+ The crown o' the earth doth melt. \\ \[r]\1 dies.\]
+ My lord!
+ O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
+ The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls
+ Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
+ And there is nothing left remarkable
+ Beneath the visiting moon. \\ \[r]Faints.\]
+
+\7 O, quietness, lady!
+
+\16 She is dead too, our sovereign. \\
+
+\7 Lady! \\
+
+\16 Madam!
+
+\7 O madam, madam, madam! \\
+
+\16 Royal Egypt,
+ Empress!
+
+\7 Peace, peace, Iras!
+
+\2 No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded
+ By such poor passion as the maid that milks
+ And does the meanest chares. It were for me
+ To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
+ To tell them that this world did equal theirs
+ Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
+ Patience is scottish, and impatience does
+ Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin
+ To rush into the secret house of death,
+ Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?
+ What, what! good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian!
+ My noble girls! Ah, women, women, look,
+ Our lamp is spent, it's out! Good sirs, take heart:
+ We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble,
+ Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
+ And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
+ This case of that huge spirit now is cold:
+ Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
+ But resolution, and the briefest end.
+ \[r]Exeunt; those above bearing off \1's body.\]
+
+\Act
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. Caesar's camp.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \3, \4, \11, \19, \15,\\ \25, and others, his council of war.\)
+
+\3 Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
+ Being so frustrate, tell him he mocks
+ The pauses that he makes. \\
+
+\11 Caesar, I shall. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+ \(Enter \8, with the sword of Antony.\)
+
+\3 Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darest
+ Appear thus to us? \\
+
+\8 I am call'd Dercetas;
+ Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy
+ Best to be served: whilst he stood up and spoke,
+ He was my master; and I wore my life
+ To spend upon his haters. If thou please
+ To take me to thee, as I was to him
+ I'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not,
+ I yield thee up my life. \\
+
+\3 What is't thou say'st?
+
+\8 I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
+
+\3 The breaking of so great a thing should make
+ A greater crack: the round world
+ Should have shook lions into civil streets,
+ And citizens to their dens: the death of Antony
+ Is not a single doom; in the name lay
+ A moiety of the world. \\
+
+\8 He is dead, Caesar:
+ Not by a public minister of justice,
+ Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand,
+ Which writ his honour in the acts it did,
+ Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it,
+ Splitted the heart. This is his sword;
+ I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd
+ With his most noble blood. \\
+
+\3 Look you sad, friends?
+ The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings
+ To wash the eyes of kings. \\
+
+\4 And strange it is,
+ That nature must compel us to lament
+ Our most persisted deeds. \\
+
+\19 His taints and honours
+ Waged equal with him. \\
+
+\4 A rarer spirit never
+ Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
+ Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd.
+
+\19 When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
+ He needs must see himself. \\
+
+\3 O Antony!
+ I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance
+ Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
+ Have shown to thee such a declining day,
+ Or look on thine; we could not stall together
+ In the whole world: but yet let me lament,
+ With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
+ That thou, my brother, my competitor
+ In top of all design, my mate in empire,
+ Friend and companion in the front of war,
+ The arm of mine own body, and the heart
+ Where mine his thoughts did kindle,---that our stars,
+ Unreconciliable, should divide
+ Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends---
+ But I will tell you at some meeter season:
+ The business of this man looks out of him;
+ We'll hear him what he says. \\
+ \(Enter an Egyptian.\)
+ Whence are you?
+
+\12 A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress,
+ Confined in all she has, her monument,
+ Of thy intents desires instruction,
+ That she preparedly may frame herself
+ To the way she's forced to. \\
+
+\3 Bid her have good heart:
+ She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
+ How honourable and how kindly we
+ Determine for her; for Caesar cannot live
+ To be ungentle. \\
+
+\12 So the gods preserve thee! \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\3 Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say,
+ We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts
+ The quality of her passion shall require,
+ Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
+ She do defeat us; for her life in Rome
+ Would be eternal in our triumph: go,
+ And with your speediest bring us what she says,
+ And how you find of her. \\
+
+\25 Caesar, I shall. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\3 Gallus, go you along. \[Exit \15\] Where's Dolabella,
+ To second Proculeius? \\
+
+\99 Dolabella!
+
+\3 Let him alone, for I remember now
+ How he's employ'd: he shall in time be ready.
+ Go with me to my tent; where you shall see
+ How hardly I was drawn into this war;
+ How calm and gentle I proceeded still
+ In all my writings: go with me, and see
+ What I can show in this. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+
+
+\Scene{Alexandria. A room in the monument.}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, \7, and \16\)
+
+\2 My desolation does begin to make
+ A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar;
+ Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
+ A minister of her will: and it is great
+ To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
+ Which shackles accidents and bolts up change;
+ Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug,
+ The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
+
+
+ \(Enter, to the gates of the monument, \25, \15 and Soldiers.\)
+
+\25 Caesar sends greeting to the Queen of Egypt;
+ And bids thee study on what fair demands
+ Thou mean'st to have him grant thee. \\
+
+\2 What's thy name?
+
+\25 My name is Proculeius. \\
+
+\2 Antony
+ Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
+ I do not greatly care to be deceived,
+ That have no use for trusting. If your master
+ Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him,
+ That majesty, to keep decorum, must
+ No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
+ To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
+ He gives me so much of mine own, as I
+ Will kneel to him with thanks. \\
+
+\25 Be of good cheer;
+ You're fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing:
+ Make your full reference freely to my lord,
+ Who is so full of grace, that it flows over
+ On all that need: let me report to him
+ Your sweet dependency; and you shall find
+ A conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness,
+ Where he for grace is kneel'd to. \\
+
+\2 Pray you, tell him
+ I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
+ The greatness he has got. I hourly learn
+ A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly
+ Look him i' the face. \\
+
+\25 This I'll report, dear lady.
+ Have comfort, for I know your plight is pitied
+ Of him that caused it.
+
+\15 You see how easily she may be surprised:
+ \[To \25 and the Guard.\] Guard her till Caesar come. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\16 Royal queen!
+
+\7 O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen:
+
+\2 Quick, quick, good hands. \\ \[r]Drawing a dagger.\]
+
+\25 Hold, worthy lady, hold:
+ \[r]Seizes and disarms her.\]
+ Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
+ Relieved, but not betray'd. \\
+
+\2 What, of death too,
+ That rids our dogs of languish? \\
+
+\25 Cleopatra,
+ Do not abuse my master's bounty by
+ The undoing of yourself: let the world see
+ His nobleness well acted, which your death
+ Will never let come forth. \\
+
+\2 Where art thou, death?
+ Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen
+ Worthy many babes and beggars! \\
+
+\25 O, temperance, lady!
+
+\2 Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;
+ If idle talk will once be necessary,
+ I'll not sleep neither: this mortal house I'll ruin,
+ Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I
+ Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court;
+ Nor once be chastised with the sober eye
+ Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up
+ And show me to the shouting varletry
+ Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
+ Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud
+ Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
+ Blow me into abhorring! rather make
+ My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
+ And hang me up in chains! \\
+
+\25 You do extend
+ These thoughts of horror further than you shall
+ Find cause in Caesar. \\
+
+ \(Enter \11\)
+
+\11 Proculeius,
+ What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows,
+ And he hath sent for thee: for the queen,
+ I'll take her to my guard. \\
+
+\25 So, Dolabella,
+ It shall content me best: be gentle to her.
+ \[To \2\] To Caesar I will speak what you shall please,
+ If you'll employ me to him. \\
+
+\2 Say, I would die. \[r]Exeunt \25 and Soldiers.\]
+
+\11 Most noble empress, you have heard of me?
+
+\2 I cannot tell. \\
+
+\11 Assuredly you know me.
+
+\2 No matter, sir, what I have heard or known.
+ You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams;
+ Is't not your trick? \\
+
+\11 I understand not, madam.
+
+\2 I dream'd there was an Emperor Antony:
+ O, such another sleep, that I might see
+ But such another man! \\
+
+\11 If it might please ye,---
+
+\2 His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck
+ A sun and moon, which kept their course, and lighted
+ The little O, the earth. \\
+
+\11 Most sovereign creature,---
+
+\2 His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm
+ Crested the world: his voice was propertied
+ As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
+ But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
+ He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
+ There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas
+ That grew the more by reaping: his delights
+ Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above
+ The element they lived in: in his livery
+ Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were
+ As plates dropp'd from his pocket. \\
+
+\11 Cleopatra!
+
+\2 Think you there was, or might be, such a man
+ As this I dream'd of? \\
+
+\11 Gentle madam, no.
+
+\2 You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
+ But, if there be, or ever were, one such,
+ It's past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff
+ To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine
+ And Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
+ Condemning shadows quite. \\
+
+\11 Hear me, good madam.
+ Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it
+ As answering to the weight: would I might never
+ O'ertake pursued success, but I do feel,
+ By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites
+ My very heart at root. \\
+
+\2 I thank you, sir,
+ Know you what Caesar means to do with me?
+
+\11 I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.
+
+\2 Nay, pray you, sir,--- \\
+
+\11 Though he be honourable,---
+
+\2 He'll lead me, then, in triumph?
+
+\11 Madam, he will; I know't.
+
+ \[c]Flourish, and shout within,\\
+ ``\textup{Make way there: Octavius Caesar!}''\]
+
+ \(Enter \3, \15, \25, \19, \27, and others of his Train.\)
+
+\3 Which is the Queen of Egypt?
+
+\11 It is the emperor, madam. \[r]\2 kneels.\]
+
+\3 Arise, you shall not kneel:
+ I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt. \\
+
+\2 Sir, the gods
+ Will have it thus; my master and my lord
+ I must obey. \\
+
+\3 Take to you no hard thoughts:
+ The record of what injuries you did us,
+ Though written in our flesh, we shall remember
+ As things but done by chance. \\
+
+\2 Sole sir o' the world,
+ I cannot project mine own cause so well
+ To make it clear; but do confess I have
+ Been laden with like frailties which before
+ Have often shamed our sex. \\
+
+\3 Cleopatra, know,
+ We will extenuate rather than enforce:
+ If you apply yourself to our intents,
+ Which towards you are most gentle, you shall find
+ A benefit in this change; but if you seek
+ To lay on me a cruelty, by taking
+ Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself
+ Of my good purposes, and put your children
+ To that destruction which I'll guard them from,
+ If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.
+
+\2 And may, through all the world: 'tis yours; and we,
+ Your scutcheons and your signs of conquest, shall
+ Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord.
+
+\3 You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra.
+
+\2 This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels,
+ I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued;
+ Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus?
+
+ \(Enter \27.\)
+
+\27 Here, madam.
+
+\2 This is my treasurer: let him speak, my lord,
+ Upon his peril, that I have reserved
+ To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
+
+\27 Madam,
+ I had rather seal my lips, than, to my peril,
+ Speak that which is not. \\
+
+\2 What have I kept back?
+
+\27 Enough to purchase what you have made known.
+
+\3 Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve
+ Your wisdom in the deed. \\
+
+\2 See, Caesar! O, behold,
+ How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours;
+ And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine.
+ The ingratitude of this Seleucus does
+ Even make me wild: O slave, of no more trust
+ Than love that's hired! What, goest thou back? thou shalt
+ Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes,
+ Though they had wings: slave, soulless villain, dog!
+ O rarely base! \\
+
+\3 Good queen, let us entreat you.
+
+\2 O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this,
+ That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,
+ Doing the honour of thy lordliness
+ To one so meek, that mine own servant should
+ Parcel the sum of my disgraces by
+ Addition of his envy! Say, good Caesar,
+ That I some lady trifles have reserved,
+ Immoment toys, things of such dignity
+ As we greet modern friends withal; and say,
+ Some nobler token I have kept apart
+ For Livia and Octavia, to induce
+ Their mediation; must I be unfolded
+ With one that I have bred? The gods! it smites me
+ Beneath the fall I have. \[To \27.\] Prithee, go hence;
+ Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits
+ Through the ashes of my chance: wert thou a man,
+ Thou wouldst have mercy on me. \\
+
+\3 Forbear, Seleucus.
+
+ \[r]Exit \27\]
+
+\2 Be it known, that we, the greatest, are misthought
+ For things that others do; and, when we fall,
+ We answer others' merits in our name,
+ Are therefore to be pitied. \\
+
+\3 Cleopatra,
+ Not what you have reserved, nor what acknowledged,
+ Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be't yours,
+ Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,
+ Caesar's no merchant, to make prize with you
+ Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd;
+ Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear queen;
+ For we intend so to dispose you as
+ Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep:
+ Our care and pity is so much upon you,
+ That we remain your friend; and so, adieu.
+
+\2 My master, and my lord! \\
+
+\3 Not so. Adieu. \[r]Flourish. Exeunt \3 and his train.\]
+
+\2 He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not
+ Be noble to myself: but, hark thee, Charmian.
+ \[r]Whispers \7\]
+
+\16 Finish, good lady; the bright day is done,
+ And we are for the dark. \\
+
+\2 Hie thee again:
+ I have spoke already, and it is provided;
+ Go put it to the haste. \\
+
+\7 Madam, I will.
+
+ \(Re-enter \11\)
+
+\11 Where is the queen? \\
+
+\7 Behold, sir. \\ \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\2 Dolabella!
+
+\11 Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
+ Which my love makes religion to obey,
+ I tell you this: Caesar through Syria
+ Intends his journey; and within three days
+ You with your children will he send before:
+ Make your best use of this: I have perform'd
+ Your pleasure and my promise. \\
+
+\2 Dolabella,
+ I shall remain your debtor. \\
+
+\11 I your servant,
+ Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Caesar.
+
+\2 Farewell, and thanks. \\ \[r]Exit \11\]
+ Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
+ Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
+ In Rome, as well as I mechanic slaves
+ With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
+ Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
+ Rank of gross diet, shall be enclouded,
+ And forced to drink their vapour. \\
+
+\16 The gods forbid!
+
+\2 Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: saucy lictors
+ Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald rhymers
+ Ballad us out o' tune: the quick comedians
+ Extemporally will stage us, and present
+ Our Alexandrian revels; Antony
+ Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
+ Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
+ I' the posture of a whore. \\
+
+\16 O the good gods!
+
+\2 Nay, that's certain.
+
+\16 I'll never see 't; for, I am sure, my nails
+ Are stronger than mine eyes. \\
+
+\2 Why, that's the way
+ To fool their preparation, and to conquer
+ Their most absurd intents. \\
+
+ \(Re-enter \7\)
+
+ Now, Charmian!
+ Show me, my women, like a queen: go fetch
+ My best attires: I am again for Cydnus,
+ To meet Mark Antony: sirrah Iras, go.
+ Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed;
+ And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee leave
+ To play till doomsday. Bring our crown and all.
+ \[r]Exit \16. A noise within.\]
+ Wherefore's this noise? \\
+
+ \(Enter a Guardsman.\)
+
+\56 Here is a rural fellow
+ That will not be denied your highness presence:
+ He brings you figs.
+
+\2 Let him come in. \\ \[r]Exit Guardsman.\]
+ What poor an instrument
+ May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
+ My resolution's placed, and I have nothing
+ Of woman in me: now from head to foot
+ I am marble-constant; now the fleeting moon
+ No planet is of mine. \\
+
+ \(Re-enter Guardsman, with Clown bringing in a basket.\)
+
+\56 This is the man.
+
+\2 Avoid, and leave him. \[r]Exit Guardsman.\]
+
+ Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
+ That kills and pains not?
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\55 Truly, I have him: but I would not be the party
+ that should desire you to touch him, for his biting
+ is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom or
+ never recover.
+
+\2 Rememberest thou any that have died on't?
+
+\55 Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of
+ them no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman,
+ but something given to lie; as a woman should not
+ do, but in the way of honesty: how she died of the
+ biting of it, what pain she felt: truly, she makes
+ a very good report o' the worm; but he that will
+ believe all that they say, shall never be saved by
+ half that they do: but this is most fallible, the
+ worm's an odd worm.
+
+\2 Get thee hence; farewell.
+
+\55 I wish you all joy of the worm.
+ \[r]Setting down his basket.\]
+
+\2 Farewell.
+
+\55 You must think this, look you, that the worm will
+ do his kind.
+
+\2 Ay, ay; farewell.
+
+\55 Look you, the worm is not to be trusted but in the
+ keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no
+ goodness in worm.
+
+
+\2 Take thou no care; it shall be heeded.
+
+\55 Very good. Give it nothing, I pray you, for it is
+ not worth the feeding.
+
+\2 Will it eat me?
+
+\55 You must not think I am so simple but I know the
+ devil himself will not eat a woman: I know that a
+ woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her
+ not. But, truly, these same whoreson devils do the
+ gods great harm in their women; for in every ten
+ that they make, the devils mar five.
+
+\2 Well, get thee gone; farewell.
+
+\55 Yes, forsooth: I wish you joy o' the worm. \[r]Exit.\]
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+ \(Re-enter \16 with a robe, crown and other jewels.\)
+
+\2 Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
+ Immortal longings in me: now no more
+ The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:
+ Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear
+ Antony call; I see him rouse himself
+ To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
+ The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men
+ To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come:
+ Now to that name my courage prove my title!
+ I am fire and air; my other elements
+ I give to baser life. So; have you done?
+ Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
+ Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
+ \[r]Kisses them. \16 falls and dies.\]
+ Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall?
+ If thou and nature can so gently part,
+ The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
+ Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still?
+ If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
+ It is not worth leave-taking.
+
+\7 Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say,
+ The gods themselves do weep! \\
+
+\2 This proves me base:
+ If she first meet the curled Antony,
+ He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss
+ Which is my heaven to have. Come, thou mortal wretch,
+ \[To an asp, which she applies to her breast.\] %
+ With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
+ Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool
+ Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak,
+ That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass
+ Unpolicied! \\
+
+\7 O eastern star! \\
+
+\2 Peace, peace!
+ Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
+ That sucks the nurse asleep? \\
+
+\7 O, break! O, break!
+
+\2 As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle,---
+ O Antony!---Nay, I will take thee too.
+ \[r]Applying another asp to her arm.\]
+ What should I stay--- \[r]Dies.\]
+
+\7 In this vile world? So, fare thee well.
+ Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
+ A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close;
+ And golden Phoebus never be beheld
+ Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry;
+ I'll mend it, and then play.
+
+ \(Enter the Guard, rushing in.\)
+
+\57 Where is the queen? \\
+
+\7 Speak softly, wake her not.
+
+\57 Caesar hath sent--- \\
+
+\7 Too slow a messenger.
+ \[r]Applies an asp.\]
+ O, come apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee.
+
+\57 Approach, ho! All's not well: Caesar's beguiled.
+
+\58 There's Dolabella sent from Caesar; call him.
+
+\57 What work is here! Charmian, is this well done?
+
+\7 It is well done, and fitting for a princess
+ Descended of so many royal kings.
+ Ah, soldier! \[r]Dies.\]
+
+ \(Re-enter \11\)
+
+\11 How goes it here? \\
+
+\58
+
+\11 Caesar, thy thoughts
+ Touch their effects in this: thyself art coming
+ To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou
+ So sought'st to hinder.
+ \[r]Within `\textup{A way there, a way for Caesar!}'\]
+
+ \(Re-enter \3 and all his train marching.\)
+
+\11 O sir, you are too sure an augurer;
+ That you did fear is done. \\
+
+\3 Bravest at the last,
+ She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,
+ Took her own way. The manner of their deaths?
+ I do not see them bleed. \\
+
+\11 Who was last with them?
+
+\57 A simple countryman, that brought her figs:
+ This was his basket. \\
+
+\3 Poison'd, then. \\
+
+\57 O Caesar,
+ This Charmian lived but now; she stood and spake:
+ I found her trimming up the diadem
+ On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood
+ And on the sudden dropp'd. \\
+
+\3 O noble weakness!
+ If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
+ By external swelling: but she looks like sleep,
+ As she would catch another Antony
+ In her strong toil of grace. \\
+
+\11 Here, on her breast,
+ There is a vent of blood and something blown:
+ The like is on her arm.
+
+\57 This is an aspic's trail: and these fig-leaves
+ Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves
+ Upon the caves of Nile. \\
+
+\3 Most probable
+ That so she died; for her physician tells me
+ She hath pursued conclusions infinite
+ Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed;
+ And bear her women from the monument:
+ She shall be buried by her Antony:
+ No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
+ A pair so famous. High events as these
+ Strike those that make them; and their story is
+ No less in pity than his glory which
+ Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall
+ In solemn show attend this funeral;
+ And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see
+ High order in this great solemnity. \[r]Exeunt.\]
+
+\endVersus
+\endDrama
+
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+
+\BackMatter {Antony and Cleopatra}
+
+\chapter {Appendices}
+
+\section{`An arm-gaunt steed'}
+
+\noindent\lorem [2314]
+
+\section{Mislineation}
+
+\noindent\lorem [14312]
+
+\section{Punctuation}
+
+\noindent\lorem [22315]
+
+\section{Scenes \textsc{iv}.xv and \textsc{v}.ii}
+
+\noindent\lorem [331]
+
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+\section{Extracts from North's \textit{Plutarch}}
+
+\prosa
+
+%LXVI.
+\noindent When the skirmish began, and that they came to join, there was no
+great hurt at the first meeting, neither did the ships vehemently hit
+one against the other, as they do commonly in fight by sea. For on the
+other side Antonius' ships, for their heaviness, could not have the
+strength and swiftness to make their blows of any force: and Caesar's
+ships on the other side took great heed not to rush and shock with
+the forecastles of Antonius' ships, whose prows were armed with great
+brazen spurs. Furthermore they durst not flank them, because their
+points were easily broken, which way soever they came to set upon his
+ships, that were made of great main square pieces of timber, bound
+together with great iron pins: so that the battle was much like unto a
+battle by land, or to speak more properly, to the assault of a city.
+For there were always three or four of Caesar's ships about one of
+Antonius' ships, and the soldiers fought with their pikes, halbards
+and darts, and threw halbards and darts with fire. Antonius' ships on
+the other side bestowed among them, with their crossbows and engines
+of battery, great store of shot from their high towers of wood that
+were set upon their ships. Now Publicola seeing Agrippa put forth his
+left wing of Caesar's army, to compass in Antonius' ships that fought,
+he was driven also to loof off to have more room, and to go a little
+at one side, to put those farther off that were afraid, and in the
+midst of the battle, for they were sore distressed by Arruntius.
+Howbeit the battle was yet of even hand, and
+the victory doubtful, being indifferent to both: when suddenly they
+saw the threescore ships of
+\gloss{Cleopatra flieth.}
+Cleopatra busily about their yard-masts,
+and hoising sail to fly. So they fled through the middest of them that
+were in fight, for they had been placed behind the great ships, and
+did marvellously disorder the other ships. For the enemies themselves
+wondered much to see them sail in that sort, with full sail towards
+Peloponnesus.
+There \gloss{The soul of a lover liveth in another body.} Antonius
+shewed plainly, that he had not only lost the courage and heart of an
+emperor, but also of a valiant man; and that he was not his own man
+(proving that true which an old man spake in mirth, that the soul of
+a lover lived in another body, and not in his own); he was so carried
+away with the vain love of this woman, as if he had been glued unto
+her, and that she could not have removed without moving of him also.
+For \gloss{Antonius flieth after Cleopatra.} when he saw Cleopatra's
+ship under sail, he forgot, forsook, and betrayed them that fought for
+him, and imbarked upon a galley with five banks of oars, to follow her
+that had already begun to overthrow him, and would in the end be his
+utter destruction.
+%LXVII.
+When she knew his galley afar off, she lift up a sign in the poop
+of her ship; and so Antonius, coming to it, was plucked up where Cleopatra
+was: howbeit he saw her not at his first coming, nor she him, but went and sat
+down alone in the prow of his ship, and said never a word, clapping his head
+between both his hands. In the meantime came certain light brigantines of
+Caesar's, that followed him hard. So Antonius straight turned the prow of his
+ship, and presently put the rest to flight, saving one Eurycles a
+Lacedaemonian, that followed him near, and pressed upon him with great
+courage, shaking a dart in his hand over the prow, as though he would have
+thrown it unto Antonius. Antonius seeing him, came to the forecastle of his
+ship, and asked him what he was that durst follow Antonius so near?
+``I am,'' answered he, ``Eurycles the son of Lachares, who through Caesar's good fortune
+seeketh to revenge the death of my father.'' This Lachares was condemned of
+felony, beheaded by Antonius. But yet Eurycles durst not venture upon
+Antonius' ship, but set upon the other admiral galley (for there were two),
+and fell upon him with such a blow of his brazen spur that was so heavy and
+big, that he turned her round, and took her, with another that was loden
+with very rich stuff and carriage. After Eurycles had left Antonius, he
+turned again to his place, and sat down, speaking never a word, as he did
+before: and so lived three days alone, without speaking to any man. But when
+he arrived at the head of Taenarus, there Cleopatra's women first brought
+Antonius and Cleopatra to speak together, and afterwards to sup and lie
+together. Then began there again a great number of merchants' ships to gather
+about them, and some of their friends that had escaped from this overthrow,
+who brought news' that his army by sea was overthrown, but that they thought
+the army by land was yet whole. Then Antonius sent unto Canidius, to return
+with his army into Asia by
+\gloss{Antonius licenceth his\\ friends to\\ depart, and giveth
+them\\ a shippe\\ loaden with\\ gold and\\ silver.} Macedon.
+Now for himself, he determined to cross over into Af\-ri\-ca, and took
+one of his carects or hulks loden with gold and silver, and other rich
+carriage and gave it unto his friends, commanding them to depart, and
+seek to save themselves. They answered him weeping, that they would
+neither do it, nor yet forsake him. Then Antonius very courteously
+and lovingly did comfort them, and prayed them to depart; and wrote
+unto Theophilus, governor of Corinth, that he would see them safe, and
+help to hide them in some secret place, until they had made their way
+and peace with Caesar. This Theophilus was the father of Hipparchus,
+who was had in great estimation about Antonius. He was the first of
+all his enfranchised bondmen that revolted from him, and yielded unto
+Caesar, and afterwards went and dwelt at Corinth.
+%LXVIII.
+And thus it stood with Antonius. Now \gloss{Antonius' navy overthrown
+by Caesar.} for his army by sea, that fought before the head or
+foreland of Actium, they held out a long time, and nothing troubled
+them more than a great boisterous wind that rose full in the prows of
+their ships, and yet with much ado his navy was at length overthrown,
+five hours within night. There were not slain above five thousand
+men: but yet there were three hundred ships taken, as Octavius Caesar
+writeth himself in his Commentaries. Many plainly saw Antonius fly,
+and yet could very hardly believe it, that he, that had nineteen
+legions whole by land, and twelve thousand horsemen upon the sea-side,
+would so have forsaken them, and have fled so cowardly, as it he
+had not oftentimes proved both the one and the other fortune, and
+that he had not been thoroughly acquainted with the diverse changes
+and fortunes of battles. And yet his soldiers still wished for him,
+and ever hoped that he would come by some means or other unto them.
+Furthermore, they shewed themselves so valiant and faithful unto him,
+that after they certainly knew he was fled, they kept themselves whole
+together seven days.
+In the end Canidius, Antonius' lieutenant, flying by night,
+\gloss{Antonius' legions do yield themselves unto Octavius Caesar.}
+and forsaking his camp, when they saw themselves thus destitute of their heads
+and leaders, they yielded themselves unto the stronger. This done,
+Caesar sailed towards Athens, and there made peace with the Grecians,
+and divided the rest of the corn that was taken up for Antonius'
+army, unto the towns and cities of Greece, the which had been brought
+to extreme misery and poverty, clean without money, slaves, horse,
+and other beasts of carriage. So that my grandfather Nicarchus told
+that all the citizens of our city of Chaer\-o\-ne\-a (not one excepted)
+were driven themselves to carry a certain measure of corn on their
+shoulders to the sea-side, that lieth directly over against the ile of
+Anticyra, and yet were they driven thither with whips. They carried
+it thus but once: for the second time that they were charged again to
+make the like carriage, all the corn being ready to be carried, news
+came that Antonius had lost the battle, and so scaped our poor city.
+For Antonius' soldiers and deputies fled immediately, and the citizens
+divided the corn amongst them.
+%LXIX.
+Antonius being arrived in Lybia, he sent Cleopatra before into Egypt
+from the city of Paraetonium; and he himself remained very solitary,
+having only two of his friends with him, with whom he wandered up and
+down, both of them orators, the one Aristocrates a Grecian, and the
+other Lucilius a Roman: of whom we have written in another place,
+\gloss{Lucilius spoken of in Brutus' life.} that, at the battle where
+Brutus was overthrown by the city of Philippes, he came and willingly
+put himself into the hands of those that followed Brutus, saying that
+it was he: because Brutus in the meantime might have liberty to save
+himself.
+And afterwards, because Antonius saved his life, he still remained with
+him, and was very faithful \gloss{The fidelity of Lucilius unto Antonius.}
+and friend\-ly unto him till his death. But when Antonius
+heard that he whom he had trusted with the government of Lybia, and
+unto whom he had given the charge of his army there, had yielded
+unto Caesar, he was so mad withal, that he would have slain himself
+for anger, had not his friends about him withstood him, and kept him
+from it. So \gloss {The wonderful attempt of Cleopatra.} he went unto
+Alexandria, and there found Cleopatra about a wonderful enterprise,
+and of great attempt. Betwixt the Red Sea and the sea between the
+lands that point upon the coast of Egypt, there is a little piece of
+land that divideth both the seas, and separateth Africk from Asia:
+the which streight is so narrow at the end where the two seas are
+narrowest, that it is not above three hundred furlongs over. Cleopatra
+went about to lift her ships out of the one sea, and to hale them over
+the bank into the other sea: that when her ships were come into the
+gulf of Arabia, she might then carry all her gold and silver away, and
+so with a great company of men go and dwell in some place about the
+Ocean Sea, far from the sea Mediterraneum, to escape the danger and
+bondage of this war. But now, because the Arabians dwelling about the
+city of Petra, did burn the first ships that were brought to land, and
+that Antonius thought that his army by land which he left at Actium
+was yet whole, she left off her enterprise, and determined to keep
+all the ports and passages of her realm. Antonius,
+he forsook the city and company of his friends, and built him a house
+in the sea by the ile of Pharos, upon certain forced mounts which he
+caused to be cast into the sea, and dwelt there as a man that banished
+himself from all men's company: saying that he would lead Timon's
+life, \gloss{Antonius followeth the life and example of Timon Misanthropos
+the Athenian.} because he had the like wrong offered him, that was before
+offered unto Timon: and that for the unthankfulness of those he had
+done good unto, and whom he took to be his friends, he was angry with
+all men and would trust no man.
+% LXX.
+This Timon was a citizen of Athens, that lived about the war of
+Peloponnesus, as appeareth by Plato \gloss{Plato and Aristophanes'
+testimony of Timon Misanthropos, what he was.} and Aristophanes'
+comedies: in the which they mocked him, calling him a viper and
+malicious man unto mankind, to shun all other men's companies but the
+company of young Alcibiades, a bold and insolent youth, whom he would
+greatly feast and make much of, and kissed him very gladly. Apemantus
+wondering at it, asked him the cause what he meant to make so much
+of that young man alone, and to hate all others: Timon answered
+him, ``I do it,'' said he, ``because I know that one day he shall do
+great mischief unto the Athenians.'' This Timon sometimes would have
+Apemantus in his company, because he was much like of his nature and
+conditions, and also followed him in manner of life. On a time when
+they solemnly celebrated the feast called Choe at Athens (to wit,
+the feasts of the dead where they make sprinklings and sacrifices
+for the dead) and that they two then feasted together by themselves,
+Apemantus said unto the other: ``O, here is a trim banquet, Timon!''
+Timon answered again: ``Yea,'' said he, ``so thou wert not here.'' It
+is reported of him also, that this Timon on a time (the people being
+assembled in the marI;et-place about dispatch of some affairs) got up
+into the pulpit for orations, where the orators commonly use to speak
+unto the people: and silence being made, every man listening to hear
+what he would say, because it was a wonder to see him in that place,
+at length he began to speak in this manner: ``My lords of Athens, I
+have a little yard at my house where there groweth a fig-tree, on the
+which many citizens have hanged themselves: and because I mean to make
+some building on the place, I thought good to let you all understand
+it, that, before the figtree be cut down, if any of you be desperate,
+you may there in time go hang yourselves.'' He died in the city of
+Hales, and was buried upon the sea-side. Now it chanced so, that
+the sea getting in, it compassed his tomb round about, that no man
+could come to it: and upon the same was written this epitaph: Here
+\gloss{The epitaph of Timon Misanthropos.} dies a wretched corse, of
+wretched soul bereft: Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked
+wretches left! It is reported that Timon himself, when he lived, made
+this epitaph: for that which is commonly rehearsed was not his, but
+made by the poet Callimachus: Here lie I, Timon, who alive all living
+men did hate: Pass by and curse thy fill: but pass, and stay not here
+thy gate.
+%LXXI.
+Many other things could we tell you of this Timon, but this Little
+shall suffice at this present. But now to return to Antonius again.
+Canidius himself came to bring him news, that he had lost all his
+army by land at Actium: on the other side he was advertised also,
+that Herodes king of Jurie, who had also certain legions and bands
+with him, was revolted unto Caesar, and all the other kings in like
+manner: so that, saving those that were about him, he had none left
+him. All this notwithstanding did nothing trouble him: and it
+seemed that he was contented to forgo all his hope, and so to be rid
+of all his cares and troubles. Thereupon he left his solitary house
+\gloss{Antonius' rioting in Alexandria after his great loss
+and overthrow.} he had built by the sea, which he called Timoneon and Cleopatra received
+him into her royal palace. He was no sooner come thither, but he
+straight set all the city on rioting and banqueting again, and himself
+to liberality and gifts. He caused the son of Julius Caesar
+\gloss{Toga virilis. Antyllus the eldest son of Antonius by his wife Fulvia.}
+and Cleopatra to be enrolled (according to the manner of the Romans)
+amongst the number of young men: and gave Antyllus, his eldest son he
+had by Fulvia, the man's gown, the which was a plain gown without gard
+or embroderie, of purple. For these things, there was kept great feasting, banqueting
+and dancing in Alexandria many days together. Indeed they did break
+their first order \gloss {An order erected by Antonius
+and Cleopatra, called Synapothanumenon, revoking the former called
+Amimetobion.} they had set down, which they called Amimetobion (as
+much to say, 'no life comparable'), and did set up another, which they
+called Synapothanumenon (signifying the order and agreement of those
+that will die together), the which in exceeding sumptuousness and cost
+was not inferior to the first. For their friends made themselves to be
+enrolled in this order of those that would die together, and so made
+great feasts one to another: for every man, when it came to his turn,
+feasted their whole company and fraternity.
+Cleopatra \gloss {Cleopatra very busy in proving the force of poison.}
+in the meantime was very careful in gathering all sorts of poisons
+together, to destroy men. Now to make proof of those poisons which
+made men die with least pain, she tried it upon condemned men in
+prison. For when she saw the poisons that were sudden and vehement,
+and brought speedy death with grievous torments; and in contrary
+manner, that such as were more mild and gentle had not that quick
+speed and force to make one die suddenly: she afterwards went about to
+prove the stinging of snakes and adders, and made some to be applied
+unto men in her sight, some in one sort, some in another. So
+\gloss {The property of the biting of an aspick.} when she had daily made
+divers and sundry proofs, she found none of them all she had proved so
+fit as the biting of an aspick, the which causeth only a heaviness of
+the head, without swooning or complaining, and bringeth a great desire
+also to sleep, with a little sweat in the face; and so by little and
+little taketh away the senses and vital powers, no living creature
+perceiving that the patients feel any pain. For they are so sorry when
+any body awaketh them and taketh them up, as those that be taken out
+of a sound sleep are very heavy and desirous to sleep
+% LXXII.
+This notwithstanding, they sent ambassadors unto Octavius Caesar
+in Asia, Cleopatra requesting the realm of Egypt for their children,
+and Antonius
+\gloss {Antonius and Cleopatra send ambassadors unto Octavius
+Caesar.}praying that he might be suffered to live at Athens
+like a private man, if Caesar would not let him remain in Egypt. And
+because they had no other men of estimation about them, for that
+some were fled, and those that remained they did not greatly trust,
+they were enforced to send Euphronius, the schoolmaster of their
+children. For Alexas Laodicean, who was brought into Antonius' house
+and favour by means of Timagenes, and afterwards was in greater credit
+with him than any other Grecian (for that he had ever been one of
+Cleopatra's ministers to win Antonius, and to overthrow all his good
+determinations to use his wife Octavia well?: him Antonius had sent
+unto Herodes king of Jurie, hoping still to keep him his friend, that
+he should not revolt from him. But he remained there, and betrayed
+Antonius. For where he should have kept Herodes from revolting from
+him, he persuaded him to turn to Caesar: and trusting king Herodes,
+he presumed to come in Caesar's presence. Howbeit Herodes did him no
+pleasure, for he was presently taken prisoner, and sent in chains
+\gloss {Alexas' treason justly punished.}
+to his own country, and there by Caesar's commandment put to death.
+Thus was Alexas, in Antonius' life-time, put to death for betraying of
+him.
+%LXXIII.
+Furthermore, Caesar would not grant unto Antonius' requests: but
+for Cleopatra, he made her answer, that he would deny her nothing
+reasonable, so that she would either put Antonius to death, or drive
+him out of her country. Therewithal he sent Thyreus one of his men
+unto her, a very wise and discreet man: who bringing letters of
+credit from a young lord unto a noble lady, and that besides greatly
+liked her beauty, might easily by his eloquence have persuaded her.
+He was longer in talk with her than any man else was, and the queen
+herself also did him great honour: insomuch as he made Antonius
+jealous of him. Whereupon Antonius caused him to be taken and well
+favouredly whipped, and so sent him unto Caesar: and bad him tell
+him, that he made him angry with him, because he shewed himself
+proud and disdainful towards him; and now specially, when he was
+easy to be angered, by reason of his present misery. ``To be short,
+if this mislike thee,'' said he, ``thou hast Hipparchus, one of my
+enfranchised bondmen, with thee: hang him if thou wilt, or whip him at
+thy pleasure, that we may cry quittance.'' From henceforth Cleopatra,
+to clear herself of the suspicion he had of her, made more of him than
+ever she did. For first of all, where she did solemnize the day of
+her birth very meanly and sparingly, fit for her present misfortune,
+she now in contrary manner did keep it with such solemnity, that she
+exceeded all measure of sumptuousness and magnificence: so that the
+guests that were bidden to the feasts, and came poor, went away rich.
+Now things passing thus, Agrippa by divers letters sent one after
+another unto Caesar, prayed him to return to Rome, because the affairs
+there did of necessity require his person and presence.
+%LXXIV.
+Thereupon he did defer the war till the next year following: but when
+winter was done, he returned again through Syria by the coast of
+Africa, to make wars a\-gainst Antonius and his other captains. When
+the city of Pelusium was taken, \gloss {Pelusium was yielded up to
+Octavius Caesar.} there ran a rumour in the city, that Seleucus (by
+Cleopatra's consent) had surrendered the same. But to clear herself
+that she did not, Cleopatra brought Seleucus' wife and children unto
+Antonius, to be revenged of them at his pleasure.
+Furthermore, \gloss {Cleopatra's monuments set up by the temple
+of Isis.} Cleopatra had long before made many sumptuous tombs and
+monuments, as well for excellency of workmanship, as for height and
+greatness of building, joining hard to the temple of Isis. Thither she
+caused to be brought all the treasure and precious things she had of
+the ancient kings her predecessors: as gold, silver, emeralds, pearls,
+ebony, ivory, and cinnamon, and besides all that, a marvellous number
+of torches, faggots, and flax. So Octavius Caesar, being afraid to
+lose such a treasure and mass of riches, and that this woman for spite
+would set it on fire and burn it every whit, he always sent some one
+or other unto her from him, to put her in good comfort, whilst he in
+the meantime drew near the city with his army. So Caesar came and
+pitched his camp hard by the city, in the place where they run and
+manage their horses. Antonius made a sally upon him, and fought very
+valiantly, so that he drave Caesar's horsemen back, fighting with his
+men even into their camp. Then he came again to the palace, greatly
+boasting of this victory, and sweetly kissed Cleopatra, armed as he
+was when he came from the fight, recommending one of his men of arms
+unto her, that had valiantly fought in this skirmish Cleopatra, to
+reward his manliness, gave him an armour and headpiece of clean gold:
+howbeit the man-at-arms, when he had, received this rich gift, stole
+away by night and went to Caesar.
+%LXXV.
+Antonius sent again to challenge Caesar to fight with him hand to hand.
+Caesar answered him, ``That he had many other ways to die than so.'' Then
+Antonius, seeing there was no way more honourable for him to die than fighting
+valiantly, he determined to set up his rest, both by sea and land. So
+being at supper (as it is reported) he commanded his officers and household
+servants that waited on him at his board, that they should fill his cups full,
+and make as much of him as they could: ``For,'' said he, ``you know not whether
+you shall do so much for me tomorrow or not, or whether you shall serve
+another master: and it may be you shall see me no more, but a dead body.'' This
+notwithstanding, perceiving that his friends and men fell a-weeping to hear
+him say so, to salve that he had spoken, he added this more unto it, 'that
+he would not lead them to battle, where he thought not rather safely to return
+with victory, than valiantly to die with honour.'
+Furthermore, the selfsame night, within a little of midnight, when
+all the city was quiet, full of fear and sorrow, thinking what would
+be the issue and end of this war, it is said that suddenly they heard
+a marvellous sweet \gloss {Strange noises heard, and nothing seen.}
+harmony of sundry sorts of instruments of music, with the cry of a
+multitude of people, as they had been dancing, and had sung as they
+use in Bacchus' feasts, with movings and turnings after the manner
+of the Satyrs: and it seemed, that this dance went through the city
+unto the gate that opened to the enemies, and that all the troupe,
+that made this noise they heard, went out of the city at that gate.
+Now such as in reason sought the depth of the interpretation of this
+wonder, thought that it was the god unto whom Antonius bare singular
+devotion to counterfeit and resemble him, that did forsake them.
+%LXXVI.
+The next morning by break of day, he went to set those few footmen
+he had in order upon the hills adjoining unto the city: and there he
+stood to behold his galleys which departed from the haven, and rowed
+against the galleys of the enemies, and so stood still, looking what
+exploits his soldiers in them would do. But when by force of rowing
+they were come near unto them, they first saluted Caesar's men; and
+then Caesar's men resaluted them also, and of two armies made but one:
+and then did all together row toward the city. When \gloss {Antonius'
+navy do yeild themselves unto Caesar. Antonius overthrown by Octavius
+Caesar. Cleopatra flieth into her tomb or monument.} Antonius saw
+that his men did forsake him, and yielded unto Caesar, and that his
+footmen were broken and overthrown, he then fled into the city, crying
+out that Cleopatra had betrayed him unto them with whom he had made
+war for her sake. Then she, being afraid of his fury, fled into the
+tomb which he had caused to be made, and there she locked the doors
+unto her, and shut all the springs of the locks with great bolts, and
+in the meantime sent unto Antonius to tell him that she was dead.
+Antonius believing it, said unto himself: ``What doest thou look for
+further, Antonius, sith spiteful fortune hath taken from thee the
+only joy thou hadst, for whom thou yet reservedst thy life ?'' When
+he had said these words, he went into a chamber and unarmed himself,
+and being naked, said thus: ``O Cleopatra, it grieveth me not that I
+have lost thy company, for I will not be long from thee: but I am
+sorry that, having been so great a captain and emperor, I am indeed
+condemned to be judged of less courage and noble mind than a woman
+'' Now he had a man of his called Eros, whom he loved and trusted
+much, and whom he had long before caused to swear unto him, that he
+should kill him when he did command him: and then he willed him to
+keep his promise. His man, drawing his sword, lift it up as though
+he had meant to have stricken his master: but turning his head at
+one side, he thrust his sword into himself, and fell down dead at
+his master's foot. \gloss {Eros, Antonius' servant, slew himself.}
+Then said Antonius: ``O noble Eros, I thank thee for this, and it is
+valiantly done of thee, to shew me what I should do to myself, which
+thou couldest not do for me.'' Therewithal \gloss {Antonius did thrust
+his sword into himself, but died not presently.} he took his sword,
+and thrust it into his belly, and so fell down upon a little bed.
+The wound he had killed him not presently, for the blood stinted a
+little when he was laid: and when he came somewhat to himself again,
+he prayed them that were about him to despatch him. But they all fled
+out of the chamber, and left him crying out, tormenting himself: until
+at last there came a secretary unto him (called Diomedes) who was
+commanded to bring him into the tomb or monument where Cleopatra was.
+%LXXVII.
+When he heard that she was alive, he very earnestly prayed his men
+to carry his body thither, and so he was carried \gloss {Antonius
+carried unto Cleopatra's tomb.} in his men's arms into the entry of
+the monument. Notwithstanding, Cleopatra would not open the gates,
+but came to the high windows, and cast out certain chains and ropes,
+in the which Antonius was trussed: and Cleopatra her own self, with
+two women only, which she had suffered to come with her into these
+monuments, trised Antonius up. They that were present to behold it
+said they
+\gloss {A lamentable sight to see Antonius and Cleopatra.}
+never saw so pitiful a sight. For they plucked up poor Antonius, all
+bloody as he was, and drawing on with pangs of death: who holding up
+his hands to Cleopatra, raised up himself as well as he could. It was
+a hard thing for these women to do, to lift him up: but Cleopatra,
+stooping down with her head, putting to all her strength to her
+uttermost power, did lift him up with much ado, and never let go her
+hold, with the help of the women beneath that bad her be of good
+courage, and were as sorry to see her labour so as she herself. So
+when she had gotten him in after that sort, and laid him on a bed, she
+rent her garments upon him, clapping her breast, and scratching her
+face and stomach. Then she dried up his blood that had bewrayed his
+face, and called him her lord, her husband, and emperor, forgetting
+her own misery and calamity for the pity and compassion she took of
+him. Antonius made her cease her lamenting, and called for wine,
+either because he was athirst, or else for that he thought thereby
+to hasten his death. When he had drunk, he earnestly prayed her, and
+persuaded her, that she would seek to save her life, if she could
+possible, without reproach and dishonour: and that chiefly she should
+trust Proculeius above any man else about Caesar. And as for himself,
+that she should not lament nor sorrow for the miserable change of
+his fortune at the end of his days: but rather that she should think
+him the more fortunate, for the former triumphs and honours he had
+received; considering that while he lived, he was the noblest and
+greatest prince of the world; and that now he was overcome, not
+cowardly, but valiantly, a Roman by another Roman.
+% LXXVIII.
+\gloss {The death of Antonius.}
+As Antonius gave the last gasp, Proculeius came that was sent from
+Caesar. For after Antonius had thrust his sword in himself, as they
+carried him into the tombs and monuments of Cleopatra, one of his
+guard (called Dercetaeus) took his sword with which he had stricken
+himself, and hid it: then he secretly stole away, and brought
+\gloss {Octavius Caesar lamenteth Antonius' death.}
+Octavius Caesar the first news of his death, and shewed him his sword that
+was bloodied. Caesar hearing this news, straight withdrew himself into a secret
+place of his tent, and there burst out with tears, lamenting his hard
+and miserable fortune, that had been his friend and brother-in-law,
+his equal in the empire, and companion with him in sundry great
+exploits and battles. Then he called for all his friends and shewed
+them the letters Antonius had written to him, and his answers also
+sent him again, during their quarrel and strife: and now fiercely and
+proudly the other answered him, to all just and reasonable matters
+he wrote unto him. After \gloss {Proculeius sent by Octavius Caesar
+to bring Cleopatra alive.} this, he sent Proculeius, and commanded
+him to do what he could possible to get Cleopatra alive, fearing lest
+otherwise all the treasure would be lost: and furthermore, he thought
+that if he could take Cleopatra, and bring her alive to Rome, she
+would marvellously beautify and set out his triumph. But Cleopatra
+would never put herself into Proculeius' hands, although they spake
+together. For Proculeius came to the gates that were thick and strong,
+and surely barred, but yet there were some cranewes through the
+which her voice might be heard; and so they without understood,
+that Cleopatra demanded the kingdom of Egypt for her sons: and that
+Proculeius answered her that she should be of good cheer, and not be
+afraid to refer all unto Caesar.
+% LXXIX.
+After he had viewed the place very well, he came and reported her
+answer unto Caesar: who immediately sent Gallus to speak once again with her,
+and bad him purposely hold her in talk, whilst Proculeius did set up a ladder
+against that high window by the which Antonius was trised up, and came
+down into the monument with two of his men, hard by the gate where Cleopatra
+stood to hear what Gallus said unto her. One of her women which was shut up in
+her monuments with her, saw Proculeius by chance as he came down, and
+skreeked out: ``O poor Cleopatra, thou art taken.'' Then when she saw
+Proculeius behind her as she came from the gate, she thought to have stabbed
+herself in with a short dagger she wore of purpose by her side.
+But \gloss {Cleopatra taken.} Proculeius came suddenly upon her, and taking her by
+both the hands, said unto her: ``Cleopatra, first thou shalt do thyself great
+wrong, and secondly unto Caesar, to deprive him of the occasion and
+opportunity openly to shew his bounty and mercy, and to give his enemies cause
+to accuse the most courteous and noble prince that ever was, and to appeach
+him, as though he were a cruel and merciless man, that were not to be
+trusted.'' So even as he spake the word, he took her dagger from her, and shook
+her clothes for fear of any poison hidden about her. Afterwards, Caesar sent
+one of his infranchised men called Epaphroditus, whom he straightly
+charged to look well unto her, and to beware in any case that she made not
+herself away: and for the rest, to use her with all the courtesy possible.
+% LXXX.
+And \gloss {Caesar took the city of Alexandria.} for himself, he in
+the meantime entered the city of Alexandria, and (as he went) talked
+with the philosopher Arrius, and held him by the hand, to the end
+that his countrymen should reverence him the more, because they saw
+Caesar so highly esteem and honour him. Then \gloss {Caesar greatly
+honoured Arrius the philosopher.} he went into the show-place of
+exercises, and so up to his chair of state which was prepared for
+him of a great height: and there, according to his commandment, all
+the people of Alexandria were assembled, who, quaking for fear, fell
+down on their knees before him and craved mercy. Caesar bad them
+all stand up, and told them openly that he forgave the people, and
+pardoned the felonies and offences they had committed against him in
+this war: first, for the founder's sake of the same city, which was
+Alexander the Great: secondly, for the beauty of the city, which he
+much esteemed and wondered at: thirdly, for the love he bare unto
+his very friend Arrius. Thus \gloss {Philostratus the eloquentest
+orator in his time for present speech upon a sudden.} did Caesar
+honour Arrius, who craved pardon for himself and many others, and
+specially for Philostratus, the eloquentest man of all the sophisters
+and orators of his time,for present and sudden speech: howbeit, he
+falsely named himself an Academic philosopher. Therefore Caesar, that
+hated his nature and conditions, would not hear his suit. Thereupon he
+let his grey beard grow long, and followed Arrius step by step in a
+long mourning gown, still buzzing in his ears this Greek verse:
+
+\begin{versus}
+\Locus \textus {+ 2em}
+A wise man, if that he be wise indeed,
+May by a wise man have the better speed.
+\end{versus}
+
+\noindent Caesar understanding this, not for the desire he had to deliver Philostratus
+of his fear, but to rid Arrius of malice and envy that might have fallen out
+against him, he pardoned him.
+% LXXXI.
+Now touching Antonius' sons, Antyllus,
+\gloss {Antyllus, Antonius' eldest son by Fulvia, slain.}
+his eldest son by Fulvia, was
+slain, because his schoolmaster The\-o\-do\-rus did betray him unto the soldiers,
+who strake off his head. And the villain took a precious stone of great
+value from his neck, the which he did sew in his girdle, and afterwards denied
+that he had it: but it was found about him, and so Caesar trussed him up
+for it. For Cleopatra's children, they were very honourably kept, with
+their governors and train that waited on them. But for Caesarion, who was said
+to be Julius Caesar's son, his mother Cleopatra had sent him unto the Indians
+through Ethiopia, with a great sum of money. But one of his governors also,
+called Rhodon, even such another as Theodorus, persuaded him to return into
+his country, and told him that Caesar sent for him to give him his mother's
+kingdom.
+So, \gloss {The saying of Arrius the philosopher.} as Caesar was
+determining with himself what he should do, Arrius said unto him:
+
+\begin{versus}
+\Locus \textus +
+Too many Caesars is not good,
+\end{versus}
+
+\noindent alluding unto a certain verse of Homer, that saith:
+
+\begin{versus}
+\Locus \textus +
+Too many lords cloth not well.
+\end{versus}
+% LXXXII.
+\noindent Therefore \gloss {Caesarion, Cleopatra's son, put to death.} Caesar
+did put Caesarion to death, after the death of his mother Cleopatra.
+Many princes, great kings, and captains, did crave Antonius' body of
+Octavius Caesar, to give him honourable burial: but Caesar would never
+take it from Cleopatra,
+\gloss {Cleopatra burieth Antonius.}
+who did sumptuously and royally bury him with her own hands, whom
+Caesar suffered to take as much as she would to bestow upon his
+funerals. Now was she altogether overcome with sorrow and passion
+of mind, for she had knocked her breast so pitifully, that she
+had martyred it, and in divers places had raised ulcers and
+inflammations, so that she fell into a fever withal; whereof she was
+very glad, hoping thereby to have good colour to abstain from meat,
+and that so she might have died easily without any trouble. She \gloss
+{Olympus, Cleopatra's physician.} had a physician called Olympus, whom
+she made privy to her intent, to the end he should help to rid her
+out of her life: as Olympus writeth himself, who wrote a book of all
+these things. But Caesar mistrusted the matter by many conjectures
+he had, and therefore did put her in fear, and threatened her to put
+her children to shameful death. With these threats, Cleopatra for
+fear yielded straight, as she would have yielded unto strokes: and
+afterwards suffered \gloss {Caesar came to see Cleopatra.}herself to be cured and dieted as they listed.
+% LXXXIII.
+Shortly after, Caesar came
+himself in person to see her, and to comfort her. Cleopatra,
+being laid upon a little low bed in poor estate (when she saw Caesar
+come into her chamber), suddenly rose up,
+\gloss {Cleopatra a martyred creature through her own passion and fury.}
+naked in her smock, and
+fell down at his feet marvellously disfigured: both for that she had
+plucked her hair from her head, as also for that she had martyred
+all her face with her nails; and besides, her voice was small and
+trembling, her eyes sunk into her head with continual blubbering ;
+and moreover, they might see the most part of her stomach torn in
+sunder. To be short, her body was not much better than her mind:
+yet her good grace and comeliness and the force of her beauty was
+not altogether defaced. But notwithstanding this ugly and pitiful
+state of hers, yet she shewed herself within, by her outward looks
+and countenance. When Caesar had made her lie down again, and sat by
+her bedside, Cleopatra began to clear and excuse herself for that
+she had done, laying all to the fear she had of Antonius: Caesar,
+in contrary manner, reproved her in every point. Then she suddenly
+altered her speech, and prayed him to pardon her, as though she were
+afraid to die, and desirous to live. At length, she gave him a brief
+and memorial of all the ready money and treasure she had. But \gloss
+{Seleucus,\\ one of Cleopatra's treasurers.} by chance there stood one
+Seleucus by, one of her treasurers, who, to seem a good servant, came
+straight to Caesar to disprove Cleopatra, that she had not set in all,
+but kept many things back of purpose. Cleopatra's words unto Caesar.
+Cleopatra was in such a rage with him, that she
+flew upon him, and took him by the hair of the head, and boxed
+\gloss {Cleopatra beat her treasurer before Octavius Caesar.}
+him wellfavouredly. Caesar fell a-laughing and parted the fray. ``Alas,''
+said she, ``O Caesar: is not this a great shame and reproach, that thou
+having vouchsafed to take the pains to come unto me, and done me this
+honour, poor wretch and caitiff creature, brought into this pitiful
+and miserable state: and that mine own servants should come now to
+accuse me? though it may be I have reserved some jewels and trifles
+meet for women, but not for me (poor soul) to set out myself withal,
+but meaning to give some pretty presents and gifts unto Octavia and
+Livia, that they, making means and intercession for me to thee, thou
+mightest yet extend thy favour and mercy upon me.'' Caesar was glad to
+hear her say so, persuading himself thereby that she had vet a desire
+to save her life. So he made her answer, that he did not only give
+her that to dispose of at her pleasure which she had kept back, but
+further promised to use her more honourably and bountifully than she
+would think for: and so he took his leave of her, supposing he had
+deceived her, but indeed he was deceived himself.
+% LXXXIV.
+There was a young gentleman, Cornelius Dolabella, that was one of
+Caesar's very great familiars, and besides did bear no ill will unto
+Cleopatra. He \gloss {Cleopatra finely deceiveth Octavius Caesar, as
+though she desired to live.} He sent her word secretly (as she had
+requested him) that Caesar determined to take his journey through
+Syria, and that within three days he would send her away before with
+her children. When this was told Cleopatra, she requested Caesar
+that it would please him to suffer her to offer the last oblations
+of the dead unto the soul of Antonius. Thus
+being granted her, she was carried
+to the place where his tomb was, and there falling down on her knees,
+embracing the tomb with her women, the tears running down her cheeks,
+she began to speak
+\gloss {Cleopatra's lamentation over Antonius' tomb.}
+in this sort: ``O my dear lord Antonius, it is not
+long sithence I buried thee here, being a free woman: and now I offer
+unto thee the funeral sprinklings and oblations, being a captive and
+prisoner; and yet I am forbidden and kept from tearing and murdering
+this captive body of mine with blows, which they carefully guard and
+keep only to triumph of thee: look therefore henceforth for no other
+honours, offerings, nor sacrifices from me: for these are the last
+which Cleopatra can give thee, sith now they carry her away. Whilst
+we lived together, nothing could sever our companies: but now, at our
+death, I fear me they will make us change our countries For as thou,
+being a Roman, hast been buried in Egypt: even so, wretched creature,
+I, an Egyptian, shall be buried in Italy, which shall be all the good
+that I have received by thy country If therefore the gods where thou
+art now have any power and authority, sith our gods here have forsaken
+us, suffer not thy true friend and lover to be carried away alive,
+that in me they triumph of thee: but receive me with thee, and let
+me be buried in one self tomb with thee. For though my griefs and
+miseries be infinite, yet none hath grieved me more, nor that I could
+less bear withal, than this small time which I have been driven to
+live alone without thee.''
+% LXXXV.
+Then having ended these doleful plaints, and crowned the tomb with
+garlands and sundry nosegays, and marvellous lovingly embraced the same, she
+commanded they should prepare her bath; and when she had bathed and washed
+herself, she fell to her meat, and was sumptuously served. Now whilst she was
+at dinner, there came a countryman and brought her a basket. The soldiers that
+warded at the gates, asked him straight what he had in his basket. He
+opened his basket, and took out the leaves that covered the figs, and shewed
+them that they were figs he brought. They all of them marvelled to see so
+goodly figs. The countryman laughed to hear them, and bade them take some if
+they would. They believed he told them truly, and so bade him carry them in.
+After Cleopatra had dined, she sent a certain table written and sealed
+unto Caesar, and commanded them all to go out of the tombs where she was, but
+the two women; then she shut the doors to her. Caesar, when he had received
+this table, and began to read her lamentation and petition, requesting him
+that he would let her be buried with Antonius, found straight what she meant,
+and thought to have gone thither himself: howbeit, he sent one before in all
+haste that might be, to see what it was.
+Her \gloss {The death of Cleopatra.} death was very sudden: for those whom Caesar
+sent unto her ran thither in all haste possible, and found the soldiers
+standing at the gate, mistrusting nothing, nor understanding of her death.
+But \gloss{Cleopatra's two waiting women dead with her.} when they had opened the
+doors, they found Cleopatra stark-dead, laid upon a bed of gold, attired and
+arrayed in her royal robes, and one of her two women, which was called Iras,
+dead at her feet: and her other woman (called Charmion) half dead, and
+trembling, trimming the diadem which Cleopatra wore upon her head. One of the
+soldiers seeing her, angrily said unto her: ``Is that well done, Charmion?''
+``Very well,'' said she again, ``and meet for a princess descended from the race
+of so many noble kings:'' she said no more, but fell down dead hard by the
+bed.
+% LXXXVI.
+Some report that this aspick was brought unto her in the basket
+with figs, and that she had commanded them to hide it under the fig-leaves,
+that when she should think to take out the figs, the aspick should bite her
+before she should see her: howbeit, that when she would have taken
+away the leaves for the figs, she perceived it, and said, ``Art thou here,
+then?''
+And \gloss{Cleopatra \\killed with\\ the biting of\\ an aspick.} so, her arm being naked,
+she put it to the aspick to be bitten. Others say again, she kept it in a box,
+and that she did prick and thrust it with a spindle of gold, so that the
+aspick, being angered withal, leapt out with great fury, and bit her in the
+arm.
+Howbeit few can tell the troth. For they report also, that she had
+hidden poison in a hollow razor which she carried in the hair of her head; and
+yet was there no mark seen on her body, or any sign discerned that she was
+poisoned, neither also did they kind this serpent in her tomb: but it was
+reported only, that there was seen certain fresh steps or tracks where it had
+gone, on the tomb-side toward the sea, and specially by the door-side. Some
+say also that they found two little pretty bitings in her arm, scant
+to be discerned: the which it seemeth Caesar himself gave credit unto, because
+in his triumph he carried Cleopatra's
+\gloss{The image\\ of Cleopatra,\\ carried in\\ triumph at\\ Rome
+with\\ an aspick\\ biting of her\\ arm.}
+image, with an aspick biting of her arm. And thus goeth the report of her death.
+Now Caesar, though he was marvellous sorry for the death of
+Cleopatra, yet he wondered at her noble mind and courage, and therefore
+commanded she should be nobly buried, and laid by Antonius: and willed also
+that her two women should have honourable burial.
+\gloss{The age of Cleopatra and Antonius.} Cleopatra died being eight and thirty
+years old, after she had reigned two and twenty years, and governed about
+fourteen of them with Antonius. And for Antonius, some say that he lived three
+and fifty years: and others say, six and fifty. All his statues, images, and
+metals, were plucked down and overthrown, saving those of Cleopatra, which
+stood still in their places, by means of Archibius one of her friends, who
+gave Caesar a thousand talents that they should not be handled as those of
+Antonius were.
+%LXXXVII.
+Antonius left seven children by three wives, of the which Caesar did
+put Antyllus (the eldest son he had by Fulvia) to death.
+Octavia \gloss{Of Antonius' issue came emperors.} his wife took all the rest, and
+brought them up with hers, and married Cleopatra, Antonius' daughter, unto
+king Juba, a marvellous courteous and goodly prince. And Antonius (the son of
+Fulvia) came to be so great, that next unto Agrippa, who was in greatest
+estimation about Caesar, and next unto the children of Livia, which were the
+second in estimation, he had the third place. Furthermore, Octavia having had
+two daughters by her first husband Marcellus, and a son also called Marcellus,
+Caesar married his daughter unto that Marcellus, and so did adopt him for his son. And Octavia
+also married one of her daughters unto Agrippa. But when Marcellus was dead,
+after he had been married a while, Octavia, perceiving that her brother Caesar
+was very busy to choose some one among his friends, whom he trusted best, to
+make his son-in-law, she persuaded him that Agrippa should marry his daughter
+(Marcellus' widow), and leave her own daughter. Caesar first was contented
+withal, and then Agrippa: and so she afterwards took away her daughter and
+married her unto Antonius; and Agrippa married Julia, Caesar's daughter. Now
+there remained two daughters more of Octavia and Antonius: Domitius Aenobarbus
+married the one; and the other, which was Antonia, so fair and virtuous a
+young lady, was married unto Drusus, the son of Livia, and son-in-law of
+Caesar. Of this marriage came Germanicus and Clodius: of the which,
+Clodius afterwards came to be emperor. And of the sons of Germanicus, the one
+whose name was Caius came also to be emperor: who after he had
+licentiously reigned a time, was slain, with his wife and daughter. Agrippina
+also (having a son by her first husband Aenobarbus, called Lucius Domitius)
+was afterwards married unto Clodius, who adopted her son, and called him Nero
+Germanicus. This Nero was emperor in our time, who slew his own mother, and
+had almost destroyed the empire of Rome through his madness and wicked life,
+being the fifth emperor of Rome after Antonius.
+
+\endprosa
+\end{document}
+
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+
+\begin{document}
+
+\ExampleTitle [f] {Beaumarchais}{Le barbier de S\'eville}
+ {Th\'eatre Complet\\[.5ex]
+ Biblioth\`eque de la Pl\'eiade, 1957}
+\Drama
+\persona*[1]{Le Comte}
+\persona*[2]{Bartholo}
+\persona*[3]{Rosine}
+\persona*[4]{Figaro}
+\persona*[5]{Bazile\\Don Bazile}
+\persona*[6]{La Jeunesse}
+\persona*[7]{L'\'Eveill\'e}
+\persona*[8]{Le Notaire}
+\persona*[9]{L'Alcade}
+
+\cleardoublepage
+\thispagestyle {empty}
+\pagestyle {MainMatterPage}
+
+\Acte
+
+
+\(Le théâtre représente une rue de Séville, où toutes les croisées
+\\sont grillées.\)
+\Scene
+
+\(\1, seul, en grand manteau brun et chapeau rabattu. \\Il tire sa
+ montre en se promenant.\)
+
+\0 Le jour est moins avancé que je ne croyais. L'heure à laquelle elle a
+coutume de se montrer derrière sa jalousie est encore éloi\-gnée. N'importe;
+il vaut mieux arriver trop tôt que de manquer l'instant de la voir. Si
+quelque aimable de la Cour pouvait me deviner à cent lieues de Madrid,
+arrêté tous les matins sous les fenêtres d'une femme à qui je n'ai jamais
+parlé, il me prendrait pour un Espagnol du temps d'Isabelle. Pourquoi non?
+Chacun court après le bonheur. Il est pour moi dans le coeur de Rosine.
+Mais quoi! suivre une femme à Séville, quand Madrid et la Cour offrent
+de toutes parts des plaisirs si faciles? Et c'est cela même que je
+fuis. Je suis las des conquêtes que l'intérêt, la convenance ou la vanité
+nous présentent sans cesse. Il est si doux d'être aimé pour soi-même; et
+si je pouvais m'assurer sous ce déguisement\points Au diable l'importun!
+
+ \Scene
+
+\(\4, \1, caché.\)
+
+\4, \[PT]une guitare sur le dos attachée en bandoulière avec un large
+ruban : il chantonne gaiement, un papier et un crayon à la main:\]
+\begin{chanson}
+\Forma \strophae {02020000}
+ Bannissons le chagrin,
+ Il nous consume:
+ Sans le feu du bon vin
+ Qui nous rallume,
+ Réduit à languir,
+ L'homme, sans plaisir,
+ Vivrait somme un sot,
+ Et mourrait bientôt.
+\end{chanson}
+
+\0 Jusque-là ceci ne va pas mal, hein, hein!
+
+\begin{chanson}
+\points Et mourrait bientôt.
+ Le vin et la paresse
+ Se disputent mon coeur\points
+\end{chanson}
+
+\0 Eh non! ils ne se le disputent pas, ils y règnent paisiblement ensemble\points
+
+\begin{chanson}
+Se partagent mon coeur.
+\end{chanson}
+
+\0 Dit-on se partagent?\points Eh! mon Dieu, nos faiseurs d'opéras-comiques n'y
+regardent pas de si près. Aujourd'hui, ce qui ne vaut pas la peine d'être
+dit, on le chante. \[Il chante.\]
+
+\begin{chanson}
+Le vin et la paresse
+ Se partagent mon coeur.
+\end{chanson}
+
+\0 Je voudrais finir par quelque chose de beau, de brillant, de scintillant,
+qui eût l'air d'une pensée. \[Il met un genou en terre et écrit en
+chantant.\]
+
+\begin{chanson}
+Se partagent mon coeur.
+ Si l'une a ma tendresse\points
+ L'autre fait mon bonheur.
+\end{chanson}
+
+\0 Fi donc! c'est plat. Ce n'est pas ça\points Il me faut une opposition, une
+antithèse.
+
+\begin{chanson}
+Si l'une\points est ma maîtresse,
+ L'autre\points
+\end{chanson}
+
+\0 Eh! parbleu, j'y suis!\points
+
+\begin{chanson}
+L'autre est mon serviteur.
+\end{chanson}
+
+\0Fort bien, Figaro!\points \[Il écrit en chantant.\]
+
+\begin{chanson}
+Le vin et la paresse
+ Se partagent mon coeur;
+ Si l'une est ma maîtresse,
+ L'autre est mon serviteur,
+ L'autre est mon serviteur,
+ L'autre est mon serviteur.
+\end{chanson}
+
+\0Hein, hein, quand il y aura des accompagnements là-dessous, nous verrons
+encore, Messieurs de la cabale, si je ne sais ce que je dis. \[Il aperçoit
+le Comte.\] J'ai vu cet Abbé-là quelque part. \[Il se relève.\]
+\1, \[à part\] Cet homme ne m'est pas inconnu.
+
+\4 Eh non, ce n'est pas un Abbé! Cet air altier et noble\points
+
+\1 Cette tournure grotesque\points
+
+\4 Je ne me trompe point; c'est le Comte Almaviva.
+
+\1 Je crois que c'est ce coquin de Figaro.
+
+\4
+ C'est lui-même, Monseigneur.
+\1
+ Maraud! si tu dis un mot\points
+\4
+ Oui, je vous reconnais; voilà les bontés familières dont vous m'avez
+toujours honoré.
+\1
+ Je ne te reconnaissais pas, moi. Te voilà si gros et si gras\points
+\4
+ Que voulez-vous, Monseigneur, c'est la misère.
+\1
+ Pauvre petit! Mais que fais-tu à Séville? Je t'avais autrefois recommandé
+dans les Bureaux pour un emploi.
+\4
+ Je l'ai obtenu, Monseigneur, et ma reconnaissance\points
+\1
+ Appelle-moi Lindor. Ne vois-tu pas, à mon dégui\-se\-ment, que je veux être
+inconnu?
+\4
+ Je me retire.
+\1
+ Au contraire. J'attends ici quelque chose; et deux hom\-mes qui jasent
+sont moins suspects qu'un seul qui se promène. Ayons l'air de jaser. Eh
+bien, cet emploi?
+\4
+ Le Ministre, ayant égard à la recommandation de Votre Excellence, me fit
+nommer sur-le-champ Garçon Apothicaire.
+\1
+ Dans les hôpitaux de l'Armée?
+\4
+ Non; dans les haras d'Andalousie.
+\1, \[a]riant\]
+ Beau début!
+\4
+Le poste n'était pas mauvais; parce qu'ayant le district des pansements
+et des drogues, je vendais souvent aux hommes de bonnes médecines de
+cheval\points
+\1
+ Qui tuaient les sujets du Roi!
+\4
+ Ah! ah! il n'y a point de remède universel; mais qui n'ont pas laissé de
+guérir quelquefois des Galiciens, des Catalans, des Auvergnats.
+\1
+ Pourquoi donc l'as-tu quitté?
+\4
+Quitté? C'est bien lui-même; on m'a desservi auprès des Puissances.
+\begin{chanson}[0]
+\Forma \strophae {c}
+L'envie aux doigts crochus, au teint pâle et livide\points
+\end{chanson}
+
+\1
+ Oh grâce! grâce, ami! Est-ce que tu fais aussi des vers? Je t'ai vu là
+griffonnant sur ton genou, et chantant dès le matin.
+\4
+Voilà précisément la cause de mon malheur, Excellence.
+Quand on a rapporté au Ministre que je faisais, je puis dire assez joliment,
+des bouquets à Chloris, que j'envoyais des énigmes aux journaux, qu'il courait
+des Madrigaux de ma façon; en un mot, quand il a su que j'étais imprimé
+tout vif, il a pris la chose au tragique, et m'a fait ôter mon emploi,
+sous prétexte que l'amour des Lettres est incompatible avec l'esprit des
+affaires.
+\1
+ Puissamment raisonné! et tu ne lui fis pas re\-pré\-sen\-ter\points
+\4
+ Je me crus trop heureux d'en être oublié; persuadé qu'un Grand nous fait
+assez de bien quand il ne nous fait pas de mal.
+\1
+ Tu ne dis pas tout. Je me souviens qu'à mon service tu étais un assez
+mauvais sujet.
+\4
+ Eh! mon Dieu, Monseigneur, c'est qu'on veut que le pauvre soit sans
+défaut.
+\1
+ Paresseux, dérangé\points
+\4
+Aux vertus qu'on exige dans un Domestique, Votre Excellence con\-naît-elle
+beaucoup de Maîtres qui fussent dignes\break d'être Valets?
+\1, \[a]riant\]
+ Pas mal. Et tu t'es retiré en cette Ville?
+\4Non pas tout de suite.
+\1, \[l'arrêtant\]
+Un moment\points J'ai cru que c'était elle\points Dis toujours, je t'entends de
+reste.
+\4
+ De retour à Madrid, je voulus essayer de nouveau mes talents lit\-té\-raires,
+et le théâtre me parut un champ d'honneur\points
+\1
+ Ah! miséricorde!
+\4 \[XP]Pendant sa réplique, le Comte regarde avec attention du côté de
+la jalousie.\]
+ En vérité, je ne sais comment je n'eus pas le plus grand succès, car
+j'avais rempli le parterre des plus excellents Travailleurs; des mains\points
+comme des battoirs; j'avais interdit les gants, les cannes, tout ce qui
+ne produit que des applaudissements sourds; et d'honneur, avant la Pièce,
+le Café m'avait paru dans les meilleures dispositions pour moi. Mais les
+efforts de la cabale\points
+\1
+ Ah! la cabale! Monsieur l'Auteur tombé!
+\4
+ Tout comme un autre: pourquoi pas? Ils m'ont sifflé; mais si jamais je
+puis les rassembler\points
+\1
+ L'ennui te vengera bien d'eux?
+\4
+ Ah! comme je leur en garde, morbleu!
+\1
+ Tu jures! Sais-tu qu'on n'a que vingt-quatre heu\-res au Palais pour
+maudire ses Juges?
+\4
+ On a vingt-quatre ans au théâtre; la vie est trop courte pour user un
+pareil ressentiment.
+\1
+ Ta joyeuse colère me réjouit. Mais tu ne me dis pas ce qui t'a fait
+quitter Madrid.
+\4
+ C'est mon bon ange, Excellence, puisque je suis assez heureux pour
+retrouver mon ancien Maître. Voyant à Madrid que la république des Lettres
+était celle des loups, toujours armés les uns contre les autres, et que,
+livrés au mépris où ce risible acharnement les conduit, tous les Insectes,
+les Moustiques, les Cousins, les Critiques, les Maringouins, les Envieux,
+les Feuillistes, les Libraires, les Censeurs, et tout ce qui s'attache à
+la peau des malheureux Gens de Lettres, achevait de déchiqueter et sucer
+le peu de substance qui leur restait; fatigué d'écrire, ennuyé de moi,
+dégoûté des autres, abîmé de dettes et léger d'argent; à la fin,
+convaincu que l'utile revenu du rasoir est préférable aux vains honneurs
+de la plume, j'ai quitté Madrid, et, mon bagage en sautoir, parcourant
+philosophiquement les deux Castilles, la Manche, l'Estramadure, la
+Sierra-Morena, l'Andalousie; accueilli dans une ville, emprisonné dans
+l'autre, et partout supérieur aux événements; loué par ceux-ci, blâmé par
+ceux-là; aidant au bon temps, supportant le mauvais; me moquant des
+sots, bravant les méchants; riant de ma misère et faisant la barbe à tout
+le monde; vous me voyez enfin établi dans Séville et prêt à servir de
+nouveau Votre Excellence en tout ce qu'il lui plaira de m'ordonner.
+\1
+ Qui t'a donné une philosophie aussi gaie?
+\4
+ L'habitude du malheur. Je me presse de rire de tout, de peur d'être
+obligé d'en pleurer. Que regardez-vous donc toujours de ce côté?
+\1
+ Sauvons-nous.
+\4
+ Pourquoi?
+\1
+ Viens donc, malheureux! tu me perds. \[Ils se cachent.\]
+\Scene
+
+\( \2, \3. La jalousie du premier étage s'ouvre, et Bartholo et
+ Rosine se mettent à la fenêtre.\)
+\3
+ Comme le grand air fait plaisir à respirer! Cette jalousie s'ouvre si
+rarement\points
+\2
+ Quel papier tenez-vous là?
+\3
+ Ce sont des couplets de la Précaution inutile que mon Maître à chanter
+m'a donnés hier.
+\2
+ Qu'est-ce que la Précaution inutile?
+\3
+ C'est une Comédie nouvelle.
+\2
+ Quelque Drame encore! Quelque sottise d'un nouveau genre!
+\3
+ Je n'en sais rien.
+\2
+ Euh! euh! les journaux et l'Autorité nous en feront raison. Siècle
+barbare!\points
+\3
+ Vous injuriez toujours notre pauvre siècle.
+\2
+ Pardon de la liberté: qu'a-t-il produit pour qu'on le loue? Sottises de
+toute espèce: la liberté de penser, l'attraction, l'électricité, le
+tolérantisme, l'inoculation, le quinquina, l'Encyclopédie et les drames\points
+\3 \[XP]Le papier lui échappe et tombe dans la rue.\]
+ Ah! ma chanson! ma chanson est tombée en vous écoutant; courez, courez
+donc, Monsieur; ma chanson! elle sera perdue.
+\2
+ Que diable aussi, l'on tient ce qu'on tient. \[Il quitte le balcon.\]
+\3 \[regarde en dedans et fait signe dans la rue\]
+ S't, s't,\[Le Comte paraît\]ramassez vite et sauvez-vous.\[Le Comte
+ne fait qu'un saut, ramasse le papier et rentre.\]
+\2 \[sort de la maison et cherche\] Où donc est-il? je ne vois rien.
+\3
+ Sous le balcon, au pied du mur.
+\2
+ Vous me donnez là une jolie commission! Il est donc passé quelqu'un?
+\3
+ Je n'ai vu personne.
+\2, \[à lui-même\]
+ Et moi qui ai la bonté de chercher\points Bartholo, vous n'êtes qu'un sot,
+mon ami: ceci doit vous apprendre à ne jamais ouvrir de jalousies sur la
+rue. \[Il rentre.\]
+\3, \[toujours au balcon\]
+ Mon excuse est dans mon malheur seule, enfermée, en butte à la
+persécution d'un homme odieux, est-ce un crime de tenter à sortir
+d'esclavage?
+\2, \[paraissant au balcon\]
+ Rentrez, Signora; c'est ma faute si vous avez perdu votre chanson, mais
+ce malheur ne vous arrivera plus, je vous jure. \[Il ferme la jalousie à
+la clef.\]
+\Scene
+
+ \( \1, \4. Ils entrent avec précaution. \)
+\1
+ A présent qu'ils sont retirés, examinons cette chanson, dans laquelle un
+mystère est sûrement renfermé. C'est un billet!
+\4
+ Il demandait ce que c'est que la Précaution inutile.
+\1 \[lit vivement\]
+\guillemotleft Votre empressement excite ma curiosité; sitôt que mon Tuteur sera
+sorti, chantez indifféremment, sur l'air connu de ces couplets, quelque
+chose qui m'apprenne enfin le nom, l'état et les intentions de celui qui
+paraît s'attacher si obstinément à l'infortunée Rosine.\guillemotright
+\4, \[contrefaisant la voix de Rosine\]
+Ma chanson! ma chanson est tombée; courez, courez donc, \[il rit\] ah!
+ah! ah! ah! Oh ces femmes! voulez-vous donner de l'adresse à la plus
+ingénue? enfermez-la.
+\1
+ Ma chère Rosine!
+\4
+ Monseigneur, je ne suis plus en peine des motifs de votre mascarade;
+vous faites ici l'amour en perspective.
+\1
+ Te voilà instruit, mais si tu jases\points
+\4
+ Moi jaser! je n'emploierai point pour vous rassurer les gran\-des phrases
+d'honneur et de dévouement dont on abuse à la journée, je n'ai qu'un mot:
+mon intérêt vous répond de moi; pesez tout à cette balance, etc\points
+\1
+ Fort bien. Apprends donc que le hasard m'a fait rencontrer au Prado, il y
+a six mois, une jeune personne d'une beauté\points Tu viens de la voir! je
+l'ai fait chercher en vain par tout Madrid. Ce n'est que depuis peu de
+jours que j'ai découvert qu'elle s'appelle Rosine, est d'un sang noble,
+orpheline et mariée à un vieux Médecin de cette ville nommé Bartholo.
+\4
+ Joli oiseau, ma foi! difficile à dénicher! Mais qui vous a dit qu'elle
+était femme du Docteur?
+\1
+ Tout le monde.
+\4
+ C'est une histoire qu'il a forgée en arrivant de Madrid, pour donner le
+change aux galants et les écarter; elle n'est encore que sa pupille, mais
+bientôt\points
+\1, \[vivement\]
+Jamais. Ah, quelle nouvelle! j'étais résolu de tout oser pour lui
+présenter mes regrets, et je la trouve libre! Il n'y a pas un moment à
+perdre, il faut m'en faire aimer, et l'arracher à l'indigne engagement
+qu'on lui destine. Tu connais donc ce Tuteur?
+\4
+ Comme ma mère.
+\1
+ Quel homme est-ce?
+\4, \[vivement\]
+ C'est un beau gros, court, jeune vieillard, gris pommelé, rusé, rasé,
+blasé, qui guette et furète et gronde et geint tout à la fois.
+\1, \[impatienté\]
+ Eh! je l'ai vu. Son caractère?
+\4
+ Brutal, avare, amoureux et jaloux à l'excès de sa pupille, qui le hait à
+la mort.
+\1
+ Ainsi, ses moyens de plaire sont\points
+\4
+ Nuls.
+\1
+ Tant mieux. Sa probité?
+\4
+ Tout juste autant qu'il en faut pour n'être point pendu.
+\1
+ Tant mieux. Punir un fripon en se rendant heureux\points
+\4
+ C'est faire à la fois le bien public et particulier: chef d'oeuvre de
+morale, en vérité, Monseigneur!
+\1
+ Tu dis que la crainte des galants lui fait fermer sa porte?
+\4
+ A tout le monde: s'il pouvait la calfeutrer\points
+\1
+ Ah! diable! tant pis. Aurais-tu de l'accès chez lui?
+\4
+ Si j'en ai! Primo, la maison que j'occupe appartient au Docteur, qui
+m'y loge gratis.
+\1
+ Ah! ah!
+\4
+ Oui. Et moi, en reconnaissance, je lui promets dix pistoles par an,
+gratis aussi.
+\1, \[impatienté\]
+ Tu es son locataire?
+\4
+ De plus, son Barbier, son Chirurgien, son Apothicaire; il ne se donne
+pas dans la maison un coup de rasoir, de lancette ou de piston, qui ne
+soit de la main de votre serviteur.
+\1 \[l'embrasse\]
+ Ah! Figaro, mon ami, tu seras mon ange, mon libérateur, mon Dieu
+tutélaire.
+\4
+Peste! comme l'utilité vous a bientôt rapproché les distances! parlez-moi
+des gens passionnés.
+\1
+ Heureux Figaro! tu vas voir ma Rosine! tu vas la voir! Conçois-tu ton
+bonheur?
+\4
+ C'est bien là un propos d'Amant! Est-ce que je l'adore, moi?
+Puissiez-vous prendre ma place!
+\1
+ Ah! si l'on pouvait écarter tous les surveillants!\points
+\4
+ C'est à quoi je rêvais.
+\1
+ Pour douze heures seulement!
+\4
+ En occupant les gens de leur propre intérêt, on les empêche de nuire à
+l'intérêt d'autrui.
+\1
+ Sans doute. Eh bien?
+\4, \[rêvant\]
+ Je cherche dans ma tête si la Pharmacie ne fournirait pas quelques
+petits moyens innocents\points
+\1
+ Scélérat!
+\4
+ Est-ce que je veux leur nuire? Ils ont tous besoin de mon ministère. Il
+ne s'agit que de les traiter ensemble.
+\1
+ Mais ce Médecin peut prendre un soupçon.
+\4
+ Il faut marcher si vite, que le soupçon n'ait pas le temps de naître. Il
+me vient une idée. Le Régiment de Royal-Infant arrive en cette Ville.
+\1
+ Le Colonel est de mes amis.
+\4
+ Bon. Présentez-vous chez le Docteur en habit de Cavalier, avec un billet
+de logement; il faudra bien qu'il vous héberge; et moi, je me charge du
+reste.
+\1
+ Excellent!
+\4
+ Il ne serait même pas mal que vous eussiez l'air entre deux vins\points
+\1
+ A quoi bon?
+\4
+ Et le mener un peu lestement sous cette apparence dé\-raison\-nable.
+\1
+ A quoi bon?
+\4
+ Pour qu'il ne prenne aucun ombrage, et vous croie plus pressé de dormir
+que d'intriguer chez lui.
+\1
+ Supérieurement vu! Mais que n'y vas-tu, toi?
+\4
+ Ah! oui, moi! Nous serons bien heureux s'il ne vous reconnaît pas, vous
+qu'il n'a Jamais vu. Et comment vous introduire après?
+\1
+ Tu as raison.
+\4
+ C'est que, vous ne pourrez peut-être pas soutenir ce personnage
+difficile. Cavalier\points pris de vin\points
+\1
+ Tu te moques de moi. \[Prenant un ton ivre.\] N'est-ce point la maison du
+Docteur Bartholo, mon ami?
+\4
+ Pas mal, en vérité; vos jambes seulement un peu plus avi\-nées. \[D'un ton
+plus ivre.\] N'est-ce pas ici la maison\points
+\1
+ Fi donc! tu as l'ivresse du peuple.
+\4
+ C'est la bonne; c'est celle du plaisir.
+\1
+ La porte s'ouvre.
+\4
+ C'est notre homme: éloignons-nous jusqu'à ce qu'il soit parti.
+
+
+\Scene
+
+\(c) \1 et \4, cachés.\\ \2 sort en parlant de la maison.\)
+
+\2
+ Je reviens à l'instant; qu'on ne laisse entrer personne. Quelle sottise
+à moi d'être descendu! Dès qu'elle m'en priait, je devais bien me
+douter\points Et Bazile qui ne vient pas! Il devait tout arranger pour que mon
+mariage se fît secrètement demain; et point de nouvelles! Allons voir ce
+qui peut l'arrêter.
+\Scene
+
+ \( \1, \4 \)
+\1
+ Qu'ai-je entendu? Demain il épouse Rosine en secret!
+\4
+ Monseigneur, la difficulté de réussir ne fait qu'ajouter à la nécessité
+d'entreprendre.
+\1
+ Quel est donc ce Bazile qui se mêle de son mariage?
+\4
+ Un pauvre hère qui montre la musique à sa pupille, infatué de son art,
+friponneau besogneux, à genoux devant un écu, et dont il sera facile de
+venir à bout, Monseigneur\points \[Regardant à la jalousie.\] La v'là! la v'là!
+\1
+ Qui donc?
+\4
+ Derrière sa jalousie. La voilà! la voilà! Ne regardez pas, ne regardez
+pas!
+\1
+ Pourquoi?
+\4
+ Ne vous écrit-elle pas : \textit{Chantez indifféremment?} c'est-à-dire,
+chantez comme si vous chantiez\points seulement pour chanter. Oh! la v'là! la
+v'là!
+\1
+ Puisque j'ai commencé à l'intéresser sans être connu d'el\-le, ne quittons
+point le nom de Lindor que j'ai pris, mon triomphe en aura plus de
+charmes. \[Il déploie le papier que Rosine a jeté.\] Mais comment chanter
+sur cette musique? Je ne sais pas faire de vers, moi!
+\4
+ Tout ce qui vous viendra, Monseigneur, est excellent; en amour, le coeur
+n'est pas difficile sur les productions de l'esprit\points et prenez ma
+guitare.
+\1
+ Que veux-tu que l'en fasse? j'en joue si mal!
+\4
+ Est-ce qu'un homme comme vous ignore quelque chose? Avec le dos de la
+main: from, from, from\points Chanter sans guitare à Séville! vous seriez
+bientôt reconnu, ma foi, bientôt dépisté! \[Figaro se colle au mur sous le
+balcon.\]
+\1 \[PT]chante en se promenant et s'accompagnant sur sa guitare.\]
+\begin{chanson}[6]
+\Forma\strophae{5{.5ex}0000}
+\textsc{premier couplet}
+Vous l'ordonnez, je me ferai connaître.
+ Plus inconnu, j'osais vous adorer:
+ En me nommant, que pourrais-je espérer?
+ N'importe, il faut obéir à son Maître.
+\end{chanson}
+\4, \[bas\]
+ Fort bien, parbleu! Courage, Monseigneur!
+\1\[T]\]
+\begin{chanson}[6]
+\Forma\strophae{6{.5ex}0000}
+\textsc{deuxieme couplet}
+Je suis Lindor, ma naissance est commune,
+ Mes voeux sont ceux d'un simple Bachelier;
+ Que n'ai-je, hélas! d'un brillant Chevalier
+ A vous offrir le rang et la fortune!
+\end{chanson}
+\4
+ Eh comment diable! Je ne ferais pas mieux, moi qui m'en pique.
+\1\[T]\]
+\begin{chanson}[6]
+\Forma\strophae{4{.5ex}0000}
+\textsc{troisieme couplet}
+Tous les matins, ici, d'une voix tendre,
+ Je chanterai mon amour sans espoir;
+ Je bornerai mes plaisirs à vous voir;
+ Et puissiez-vous en trouver à m'entendre!
+\end{chanson}
+\4
+ Oh! ma foi, pour celui-ci!\points \[Il s'approche, et baise le bas de
+l'habit de son Maître.\]
+\1
+ Figaro?
+\4
+ Excellence?
+\1
+ Crois-tu que l'on m'ait entendu?
+\3, \[PT]en dedans, chante:\]
+\begin{chanson}[6]
+\Forma\strophae{{3ex}3{.5ex}01}
+\textsc{Air du} \textit{Maître en Droit}.
+Tout me dit que Lindor est charmant,
+ Que je dois l'aimer constamment\points
+\[r]On entend une croisée qui se ferme avec bruit.\]
+\end{chanson}
+\4
+ Croyez-vous qu'on vous ait entendu cette fois?
+\1
+ Elle a fermé sa fenêtre; quelqu'un apparemment est entré chez elle.
+\4
+ Ah! la pauvre petite, comme elle tremble en chantant! Elle est prise,
+Monseigneur.
+\1
+ Elle se sert du moyen qu'elle-même a indiqué. Tout me dit que Lindor est
+charmant. Que de grâces! que d'esprit!
+\4
+ Que de ruse! que d'amour!
+\1
+ Crois-tu qu'elle se donne à moi, Figaro?
+\4
+ Elle passera plutôt à travers cette jalousie que d'y manquer.
+\1
+ C'en est fait, je suis à ma Rosine\points pour la vie.
+\4
+ Vous oubliez, Monseigneur, qu'elle ne vous entend plus.
+\1
+ Monsieur Figaro, je n'ai qu'un mot à vous dire elle sera ma femme; et si
+vous servez bien mon projet en lui cachant mon nom\points tu m'entends, tu me
+connais\points
+\4
+ Je me rends. Allons, Figaro, vole à la fortune, mon fils.
+\1
+ Retirons-nous, crainte de nous rendre suspects.
+\4, \[vivement\]
+ Moi, j'entre ici, où, par la force de mon Art, je vais d'un seul coup de
+baguette endormir la vigilance, éveil\-ler l'amour, égarer la jalousie,
+fourvoyer l'intrigue et renverser tous les obstacles. Vous, Monseigneur,
+chez moi, l'habit de Soldat, le billet de logement et de l'or dans vos
+poches.
+\1
+ Pour qui de l'or?
+\4, \[vivement\]
+ De l'or, mon Dieu! de l'or, c'est le nerf de l'intrigue.
+\1
+ Ne te fâche pas, Figaro, j'en prendrai beaucoup.
+\4, \[s'en allant\]
+ Je vous rejoins dans peu.
+\1
+ Figaro?
+\4
+ Qu'est-ce que c'est?
+\1
+ Et ta guitare?
+\4 \[revient\]
+ J'oublie ma guitare, moi! je suis donc fou! \[Il s'en va.\]
+\1
+ Et ta demeure, étourdi?
+\4 \[revient\]
+ Ah! réellement je suis frappé! Ma Boutique à quatre pas d'ici, peinte en
+bleu, vitrage en plomb, trois palettes en l'air, l'oeil dans la main:
+\textit{Consilio manuque}, \textsc{Figaro}. \[Il s'enfuit.\]
+
+\Acte
+
+\(f)Le Théâtre représente l'appartement de Rosine. La croisée dans le fond du
+ Théâtre est fermée par une jalousie grillée.\)
+ \Scene
+\(c)\3, seule, un bougeoir à la main.\\ Elle prend du papier sur la table
+et se met à écrire.\)
+
+\0 Marceline est malade, tous les gens sont occupés, et personne ne me voit
+écrire. Je ne sais si ces murs ont des yeux et des oreilles, ou si mon
+Argus a un génie malfaisant qui l'instruit à point nommé, mais je ne puis
+dire un mot ai faire un pas dont il ne devine sur-le-champ l'intention\points
+Ah! Lindor!\points (Elle cachette la lettre.) Fermons toujours ma lettre,
+quoique j'ignore quand et comment je pourrai la lui faire tenir. Je l'ai
+vu, à travers ma jalousie, parler longtemps au Barbier Figaro. C'est un
+bon homme qui m'a montré quelque fois de la pitié; si je pouvais
+l'entretenir un moment!
+\Scene
+
+ \( \3, \4 \)
+\3, \[surprise\]
+ Ah! Monsieur Figaro, que je suis aise de vous voir!
+\4
+ Votre santé, Madame?
+\3
+ Pas trop bonne, Monsieur Figaro. L'ennui me tue.
+\4
+ Je le crois; il n'engraisse que les sots.
+\3
+ Avec qui parliez-vous donc là-bas si vivement? Je n'entendais pas, mais\points
+\4
+ Avec un jeune Bachelier de mes parents, de la plus grande espérance,
+plein d'esprit, de sentiments, de talents, et d'une figure fort revenante.
+\3
+ Oh! tout à fait bien, je vous assure! Il se nomme?
+\4
+ Lindor. Il n'a rien. Mais, s'il n'eût pas quitté brusquement Madrid, il
+pouvait y trouver quelque bonne place.
+\3
+ Il en trouvera, Monsieur Figaro, il en trouvera. Un jeune homme tel que
+vous le dépeignez n'est pas fait pour rester inconnu.
+\4, \[à part\]
+Fort bien. \[Haut.\] Mais il a un grand défaut, qui nuira toujours à son
+avancement.
+\3
+ Un défaut, Monsieur Figaro! Un défaut! en êtes-vous bien sûr?
+\4
+ Il est amoureux.
+\3
+ Il est amoureux! et vous appelez cela un défaut?
+\4
+ A la vérité, ce n'en est un que relativement à sa mauvaise fortune.
+\3
+ Ah! que le sort est injuste! Et nomme-t-il la personne qu'il aime? Je
+suis d'une curiosité\points
+\4
+ Vous êtes la dernière, Madame, à qui je voudrais faire une confidence de
+cette nature.
+\3, \[vivement\]
+ Pourquoi, Monsieur Figaro? Je suis dis\-crè\-te; ce jeune homme vous
+appartient, il m'intéresse infiniment\points Dites donc\points
+\4, \[la regardant finement\]
+ Figurez-vous la plus jolie petite mignonne, douce, tendre, accorte et
+fraîche, agaçant l'appétit, pied furtif, taille adroite, élancée, bras
+dodus, bouche rosée, et des mains! des joues, des dents! des yeux!\points
+\3
+ Qui reste en cette Ville?
+\4
+ En ce quartier.
+\3
+ Dans cette rue peut-être?
+\4
+ A deux pas de moi.
+\3
+ Ah! que c'est charmant\points pour Monsieur votre parent. Et cette personne
+est?\points
+\4
+ Je ne l'ai pas nommée?
+\3, \[vivement\]
+ C'est la seule chose que vous ayez oubliée, Monsieur Figaro. Dites donc,
+dites donc vite; si l'on rentrait, je ne pourrais plus savoir\points
+\4
+ Vous le voulez absolument, Madame? Eh bien! cette personne est\points la
+Pupille de votre Tuteur.
+\3
+ La Pupille?\points
+\4
+ Du docteur Bartholo, oui, Madame.
+\3, \[avec émotion\]
+ Ah! Monsieur Figaro\points je ne vous crois pas, je vous assure.
+\4
+ Et c'est ce qu'il brûle de venir vous persuader lui-même.
+\3
+ Vous me faites trembler, Monsieur Figaro.
+\4
+ Fi donc, trembler! mauvais calcul, Madame; quand on cède à la peur du
+mal, on ressent déjà le mal de la peur. D'ailleurs, je viens de vous
+débarrasser de tous vos surveillants, jusqu'à demain.
+\3
+ S'il m'aime, il doit me le prouver en restant absolument tranquille.
+\4
+ Eh! Madame, amour et repos peuvent-ils habiter en même coeur? La pauvre
+Jeunesse est si malheureuse aujourd'hui, qu'elle n'a que ce terrible
+choix: amour sans repos, ou repos sans amour.
+\3, \[baissant les yeux\]
+ Repos sans amour\points paraît\points
+\4
+ Ah! bien languissant. Il semble, en effet, qu'amour sans repos se
+présente de meilleure grâce; et pour moi, si j'étais femme\points
+\3, \[avec embarras\]
+ Il est certain qu'une jeune personne ne peut empêcher un honnête homme
+de l'estimer.
+\4
+ Aussi mon parent vous estime-t-il infiniment.
+\3
+ Mais s'il allait faire quelque imprudence, Monsieur Figaro, il nous
+perdrait.
+\4, \[à part\]
+Il nous perdrait! \[Haut.\] Si vous le lui défendiez expressément par une
+petite lettre.. Une lettre a bien du pouvoir.
+\3 \[lui donne la lettre qu'elle vient d'écrire\]
+ Je n'ai pas le temps de recommencer celle-ci, mais en la lui donnant,
+dites-lui\points dites-lui bien\points \[Elle écoute.\]
+\4
+ Personne, Madame.
+\3
+ Que c'est par pure amitié tout ce que je fais.
+\4
+ Cela parle de soi. Tudieu! l'Amour a bien une autre allure!
+\3
+ Que par pure amitié, entendez-vous. Je crains seulement que, rebuté par
+les difficultés\points
+\4
+ Qui, quelque feu follet. Souvenez-vous, Madame, que le vent qui éteint
+une lumière allume un brasier, et que nous sommes ce brasier-là. D'en
+parler seulement, il exhale un tel feu qu'il m'a presque enfiévré de sa
+passion, moi qui n'y ai que voir.
+\3
+ Dieux! J'entends mon Tuteur. S'il vous trouvait ici\points Passez par le
+cabinet du clavecin, et descendez le plus doucement que vous pourrez.
+\4
+ Soyez tranquille. \[à part.\] Voici qui vaut mieux que mes observations.
+\[Il entre dans le cabinet.\]
+\Scene
+
+ \(\3, seule.\)
+\0 Je meurs d'inquiétude jusqu'à ce qu'il soit dehors\points Que je l'aime, ce
+bon Figaro! C'est un bien honnête homme, un bon parent! Ah! voilà mon
+tyran; reprenons mon ouvrage. \[Elle souffle la bougie, s'assied, et
+prend une broderie au tambour.\]
+\Scene
+
+ \(\2, \3\)
+\2, \[en colère\]
+ Ah! malédiction! l'enragé, le scélérat corsaire de Figaro! Là, peut-on
+sortir un moment de chez soi sans être sûr en rentrant\points
+\3
+ Qui vous met donc si fort en colère, Monsieur?
+\2
+ Ce damné Barbier qui vient d'écloper toute ma maison, en un tour de main.
+Il donne un narcotique à L'Éveillé, un sternutatoire à La Jeunesse; il
+saigne au pied Marceline; il n'y a pas jusqu'à ma mule\points sur les yeux
+d'une pauvre bête aveugle, un cataplasme! Parce qu'il me doit cent écus,
+il se presse de faire des mémoires. Ah! qu'il les apporte! Et personne à
+l'antichambre! On arrive à cet appartement comme à la place d'armes.
+\3
+ Et qui peut y pénétrer que vous, Monsieur?
+\2
+ J'aime mieux craindre sans sujet que de m'exposer sans précaution; tout
+est plein de gens entreprenants, d'audacieux\points N'a-t-on pas ce matin
+encore ramassé lestement votre chanson pendant que j'allais la chercher?
+Oh! Je\points
+\3
+ C'est bien mettre à plaisir de l'importance à tout! Le vent peut avoir
+éloigné ce papier, le premier venu, que sais-je?
+\2
+ Le vent, le premier venu!\points Il n'y a point de vent, Madame, point de
+premier venu dans le monde; et c'est toujours quelqu'un posté là exprès
+qui ramasse les papiers qu'une femme a l'air de laisser tomber par mégarde.
+\3
+ A l'air, Monsieur?
+\2
+ Oui, Madame, a l'air.
+\3, \[à part\]
+ Oh! le méchant vieillard!
+\2
+ Mais tout cela n'arrivera plus, car je vais faire sceller cette grille.
+\3
+ Faites mieux, murez mes fenêtres tout d'un coup. D'une prison à un
+cachot, la différence est si peu de chose!
+\2
+ Pour celles qui donnent sur la rue, ce ne serait peut-être pas si mal\points
+Ce Barbier n'est pas entré chez vous, au moins!
+\3
+ Vous donne-t-il aussi de l'inquiétude?
+\2
+ Tout comme un autre.
+\3
+ Que vos répliques sont honnêtes!
+\2
+ Ah! fiez-vous à tout le monde, et vous aurez bientôt à la maison une
+bonne femme pour vous tromper, de bons amis pour vous la souffler et de
+bons valets pour les y aider.
+\3
+ Quoi! vous n'accordez pas même qu'on ait des principes con\-tre la
+séduction de Monsieur Figaro?
+\2
+ Qui diable entend quelque chose à la bizarrerie des fem\-mes, et combien
+j'en ai vu de ces vertus à principes\points
+\3, \[en colère\]
+ Mais, Monsieur, s'il suffit d'être homme pour nous plaire, pourquoi donc
+me déplaisez-vous si fort?
+\2, \[stupéfait\]
+ Pourquoi?\points Pourquoi?\points Vous ne ré\-pon\-dez pas à ma question sur ce
+Barbier.
+\3, \[outrée\]
+ Eh bien oui, cet homme est entré chez moi, je l'ai vu, je lui ai parlé
+ Je ne vous cache pas même que je l'ai trouvé fort aimable; et
+puissiez-vous en mourir de dépit! \[Elle sort.\]
+
+
+\Scene
+
+\(\2, seul.\)
+
+\0 Oh les juifs! les chiens de valets! La Jeunesse! L'Éveillé! L'Éveil\-lé
+maudit!
+
+\Scene
+
+ \(\2, \7\)
+
+\7 \[arrive en bâillant, tout endormi\]
+ Aah, aah, ah, ah\points
+\2
+ Où étais-tu, peste d'étourdi, quand ce Barbier est entré ici?
+\7
+ Monsieur, j'étais\points ah, aah, ah\points
+\2
+ A machiner quelque espièglerie sans doute? Et tu ne l'as pas vu?
+\7
+ Sûrement je l'ai vu, puisqu'il m'a trouvé tout malade, à ce qu'il dit;
+et faut bien que ça soit vrai, car j'ai commencé à me douloir dans tous
+les membres, rien qu'en l'en entendant parl\points Ah, ah, aah\points
+\2 \[le contrefait\]
+ Rien qu'en l'en entendant!\points Où donc est ce vaurien de La Jeunesse?
+Droguer ce petit garçon sans mon ordonnance! Il y a quelque friponnerie
+là-dessous.
+
+\Scene
+
+\(c) \persona{Les Acteurs Pr\'ec\'edents}\\ \6 arrive en vieillard, avec une canne
+ en béquille;\\ il éternue plusieurs fois.\)
+\7, \[toujours bâillant\]
+ La Jeunesse?
+\2
+ Tu éternueras dimanche.
+\6
+ Voilà plus de cinquante\points cinquante fois\points dans un moment! \[Il
+éternue.\] Je suis brisé.
+\2
+ Comment! Je vous demande à tous deux s'il est entré quelqu'un chez
+Rosine, et vous ne me dites pas que ce Barbier\points
+\7, \[continuant de bâiller\]
+ Est-ce que c'est quelqu'un donc, Monsieur Figaro? Aah, ah\points
+\2
+ Je parie que le rusé s'entend avec lui.
+\7, \[pleurant comme un sot\]
+ Moi\points je m'entends!\points
+\6, \[éternuant\]
+ Eh mais, Monsieur, y a-t-il\points y a-t-il de la justice?\points
+\2
+ De la justice! C'est bon entre vous autres mi\-sé\-ra\-bles, la justice! Je
+suis votre maître, moi, pour avoir toujours raison.
+\6, \[éternuant\]
+ Mais, pardi, quand une chose est vraie\points
+\2
+ Quand une chose est vraie! Si je ne veux pas qu'elle
+ soit vraie, je prétends bien qu'elle ne soit pas vraie. Il n'y aurait
+qu'à permettre à tous ces faquins-là d'avoir raison, vous verriez bientôt
+ce que deviendrait l'autorité.
+\6, \[éternuant\]
+ J'aime autant recevoir mon congé. Un service pénible, et toujours un
+train d'enfer.
+\7, \[pleurant\]
+ Un pauvre homme de bien est traité comme un misérable.
+\2
+ Sors donc, pauvre homme de bien. \[Il les contrefait.\] Et tchi et
+t'cha; l'un m'éternue au nez, l'autre m'y bâille.
+\6
+ Ah! Monsieur, je vous jure que sans Mademoiselle, il n'y aurait\points il n'y
+aurait pas moyen de rester dans la maison. \[Il sort en éternuant.\]
+\2
+ Dans quel état ce Figaro les a mis tous! Je vois ce que c'est: le maraud
+voudrait me payer mes cent écus sans bourse délier.
+
+ \Scene
+
+\(c)\2, \5; \4,\\ caché dans le cabinet, paraît de temps en
+ temps, et les écoute.\)
+\2 \[continue\]
+ Ah! Don Bazile, vous veniez donner à Rosine sa leçon de musique?
+\5
+ C'est ce qui presse le moins.
+\2
+ J'ai passé chez vous sans vous trouver.
+\5
+ J'étais sorti pour vos affaires. Apprenez une nouvelle assez fâcheuse.
+\2
+ Pour vous?
+\5
+ Non, pour vous. Le Comte Almaviva est dans cette Ville.
+\2
+ Parlez bas. Celui qui faisait chercher Rosine dans tout Madrid?
+\5
+ Il loge à la grande place et sort tous les jours, déguisé.
+\2
+ Il n'en faut point douter, cela me regarde. Et que faire?
+\5
+ Si c'était un particulier, on viendrait à bout de l'é\-car\-ter.
+\2
+ Oui, en s'embusquant le soir, armé, cuirassé\points
+\5
+ Bone Deus! Se compromettre! Susciter une méchante affaire, à la bonne
+heure, et, pendant la fermentation, calomnier à dire d'Experts: concedo.
+\2
+ Singulier moyen de se défaire d'un homme!
+\5
+ La calomnie, Monsieur? Vous ne savez guère ce que vous dédaignez; j'ai
+vu les plus honnêtes gens près d'en être accablés. Croyez qu'il n'y a pas
+de plate méchanceté, pas d'horreurs, pas de conte absurde, qu'on ne fasse
+adopter aux oisifs d'une grande Ville, en s'y prenant bien; et nous avons
+ici des gens d'une adresse!\points D'abord un bruit léger, rasant le sol comme
+hirondelle avant l'orage, pianissimo murmure et file, et sème en courant
+le trait empoisonné. Telle bouche le recueille, et piano, piano vous le
+glisse en l'oreille adroitement. Le mal est fait, il germe, il rampe, il
+chemine, et rinforzando de bouche en bouche il va le diable; puis tout
+à coup, ne sais comment, vous voyez Calomnie se dresser, siffler,
+s'enfler, grandir à vue d'oeil; elle s'élance, étend son vol,
+tourbillonne, enveloppe, arrache, entraîne, éclate et tonne, et devient,
+grâce au Ciel, un cri général, un crescendo public, un chorus
+universel de haine et de proscription. Qui diable y résisterait?
+\2
+ Mais quel radotage me faites-vous donc là, Bazile? Et quel rapport ce
+piano-crescendo peut-il avoir à ma situation?
+\5
+ Comment, quel rapport? Ce qu'on fait partout, pour écarter son ennemi, il
+faut le faire ici pour empêcher le vôtre d'approcher.
+\2
+ D'approcher? Je prétends bien épouser Rosine avant qu'el\-le apprenne
+seulement que ce Comte existe.
+\5
+ En ce cas, vous n'avez pas un instant à perdre.
+\2
+ Et à qui tient-il, Bazile? Je vous ai chargé de tous les détails de cette
+affaire.
+\5
+ Oui. Mais vous avez lésiné sur les frais, et, dans l'harmonie du bon
+ordre, un mariage inégal, un jugement inique, un passe-droit évident, sont
+des dissonances qu'on doit toujours préparer et sauver par l'accord
+parfait de l'or.
+\2, \[lui donnant de l'argent\]
+ Il faut en passer par où vous voulez; mais finissons.
+\5
+ Cela s'appelle parler. Demain tout sera terminé; c'est à vous d'empêcher
+que personne, aujourd'hui, ne puisse instruire la Pupille.
+\2
+ Fiez-vous-en à moi. Viendrez-vous ce soir, Bazile?
+\5
+ N'y comptez pas. Votre mariage seul m'occupera toute la journée; n'y
+comptez pas.
+\2 \[l'accompagne\]
+ Serviteur.
+\5
+ Restez, Docteur, restez donc.
+\2
+ Non pas. Je veux fermer sur vous la porte de la rue.
+
+ \Scene
+
+\(\4, seul, sortant du cabinet.\)
+\0 Oh! la bonne précaution! Ferme, ferme la porte de la rue, et moi je vais
+la rouvrir au Comte en sortant. C'est un grand maraud que ce Bazile!
+heureusement il est encore plus sot. Il faut un état, une famille, un nom,
+un rang, de la consistance enfin, pour faire sensation dans le monde en
+calomniant. biais un Bazile! il médirait qu'on ne le croirait pas.
+
+\Scene
+
+\(\3, accourant; \4.\)
+\3
+ Quoi! vous êtes encore là, Monsieur Figaro?
+\4
+ Très heureusement pour vous, Mademoiselle. Votre Tuteur et votre Maître
+de Musique, se croyant seuls ici, viennent de parler à coeur ouvert\points
+\3
+ Et vous les avez écoutés, Monsieur Figaro? Mais savez-vous que c'est fort
+mal?
+\4
+ D'écouter? C'est pourtant tout ce qu'il y a de mieux pour bien entendre.
+Apprenez que votre Tuteur se dispose à vous épouser demain.
+\3
+ Ah! grands Dieux!
+\4
+ Ne craignez rien, nous lui donnerons tant d'ouvrage, qu'il n'aura pas le
+temps de songer à celui-là.
+\3
+ Le voici qui revient; sortez donc par le petit escalier Vous me faites
+mourir de frayeur. \[Figaro s'enfuit.\]
+
+\Scene \(\2, \3\)
+\3
+ Vous étiez ici avec quelqu'un, Monsieur?
+\2
+ Don Bazile que j'ai reconduit, et pour cause. Vous eussiez mieux aimé que
+c'eût été Monsieur Figaro?
+\3
+ Cela m'est fort égal, je vous assure.
+\2
+ Je voudrais bien savoir ce que ce Barbier avait de si pressé à vous dire?
+\3
+ Faut-il parler sérieusement? Il m'a rendu compte de l'état de Marceline,
+qui même n'est pas trop bien, à ce qu'il dit.
+\2
+ Vous rendre compte! Je vais parier qu'il était chargé de vous remettre
+quelque lettre.
+\3
+ Et de qui, s'il vous plaît?
+\2
+ Oh! de qui! De quelqu'un que les femmes ne
+ nomment jamais. Que sais-je, moi? Peut-être la réponse au papier de la
+fenêtre.
+\3, \[à part\]
+ Il n'en a pas manqué une seule. \[Haut.\] Vous mériteriez bien que cela
+fût.
+\2 \[regarde les mains de Rosine\]
+ Cela est. Vous avez écrit.
+\3, \[avec embarras\]
+ Il serait assez plaisant que vous eussiez le projet de m'en faire
+convenir.
+\2 \[lui prenant la main droite\]
+ Moi! point du tout; mais votre doigt encore taché d'encre! hein? rusée
+Signora!
+\3, \[à part\]
+ Maudit homme!
+\2, \[lui tenant toujours la main\]
+ Une femme se croit bien en sûreté parce qu'elle est seule.
+\3
+ Ah! sans doute\points La belle preuve!\points Finissez donc, Monsieur, vous me
+tordez le bras. Je me suis brûlée en chiffonnant autour de cette bougie,
+et l'on m'a toujours dit qu'il fallait aussitôt tremper dans l'encre;
+c'est ce que j'ai fait.
+\2
+ C'est ce que vous avez fait? Voyons donc si un second témoin confirmera
+la déposition du premier. C'est ce cahier de papier où je suis certain
+qu'il y avait six feuilles; car je les compte tous les matins,
+aujourd'hui encore.
+\3, \[à part\]
+ Oh! imbécile!
+\2, \[comptant\]
+ Trois, quatre, cinq\points
+\3
+ La sixième\points
+\2
+ Je vois bien qu'elle n'y est pas, la sixième.
+\3, \[baissant les yeux\]
+ La sixième, je l'ai employée à faire un cornet pour des bonbons que j'ai
+envoyés à la petite Figaro.
+\2
+ A la petite Figaro? Et la plume qui était toute neuve, comment est-elle
+devenue noire? est-ce en écrivant l'adresse de la petite Figaro?
+\3, \[à part\]
+ Cet homme a un instinct de jalousie!\points \[Haut.\] Elle m'a servi à
+retracer une fleur effacée sur la veste que je vous brode au tambour.
+\2
+ Que cela est édifiant! Pour qu'on vous crût, mon enfant, il faudrait ne
+pas rougir en déguisant coup sur coup la vérité; mais c'est ce que vous
+ne savez pas encore.
+\3
+ Eh! qui ne rougirait pas, Monsieur, de voir tirer des conséquences aussi
+malignes des choses le plus innocemment faites?
+\2
+ Certes, j'ai tort; se brûler le doigt, le tremper dans l'encre, faire
+des cornets aux bonbons pour la petite Figaro, et dessiner ma veste au
+tambour! quoi de plus innocent? Mais que de mensonges entassés pour cacher
+un seul fait!\points je suis seule, on ne me voit point; je pourrai mentir à
+mon aise; mais le bout du doigt reste noir, la plume est tachée, le
+papier manque; on ne saurait penser à tout. Bien certainement, Signora,
+quand, j'irai par la Ville, un bon double tour me répondra de vous.
+
+\Scene \(\1, \2, \3\)
+\1, \[PT]en uniforme de cavalerie, ayant l'air d'être
+ entre deux vins et chantant\]: Réveillons-la, etc.
+\2
+ Mais que nous veut cet homme? Un soldat! Rentrez chez vous, Signora.
+\1, \[PT]chante:\] Réveillons-la, \[i]et s'avance vers Rosine.\]
+ Qui de vous deux, Mesdames, se nomme le Docteur Balordo? \[A Rosine,
+bas.\] Je suis Lindor.
+\2
+ Bartholo!
+\3, \[à part\]
+ Il parle de Lindor.
+\1
+ Balordo, Barque à l'eau, je m'en moque comme de ça. Il s'agit seulement
+de savoir laquelle des deux\points \[A Rosine, lui montrant un papier.\]
+Prenez cette lettre.
+\2
+ Laquelle! vous voyez bien que c'est moi! Laquelle! Rentrez donc, Rosine,
+cet homme paraît avoir du vin.
+\3
+ C'est pour cela, Monsieur; vous êtes seul. Une femme en impose
+quelquefois.
+\2
+ Rentrez, rentrez; je ne suis pas timide.
+
+
+ \Scene
+
+ \( \1, \2 \)
+\1
+ Oh! Je vous ai reconnu d'abord à votre signalement.
+\2, \[au Comte, qui serre la lettre\]
+ Qu'est-ce que c'est donc que vous cachez là dans votre poche?
+\1
+ Je le cache dans ma poche pour que vous ne sachiez pas ce que c'est.
+\2
+ Mon signalement? Ces gens-là croient toujours parler à des soldats!
+\1
+ Pensez-vous que ce soit une chose si difficile à faire que votre
+signalement?
+
+\begin{chanson}
+Le chef branlant, la tête chauve,
+ Les yeux vairons, le regard fauve,
+ L'air farouche d'un algonquin\points
+\end{chanson}
+\2
+ Qu'est-ce que cela veut dire? Êtes-vous ici pour m'insulter? Délogez à
+l'instant.
+\1
+ Déloger! Ah, fi! que c'est mal parler! Savez-vous lire, Docteur\points Barbe
+à l'eau?
+\2
+ Autre question saugrenue.
+\1
+ Oh! que cela ne vous fasse point de peine, car, moi qui suis pour le
+moins aussi Docteur que vous\points
+\2
+ Comment cela?
+\1
+ Est-ce que je ne suis pas le médecin des chevaux du Régiment? Voilà
+pourquoi l'on m'a exprès logé chez un confrère.
+\2
+ Oser comparer un maréchal!\points
+
+\1\[PT]\]:
+\spatium {-1ex}
+\begin{chanson}
+\qquad \textsc{Air}: \textit{Vive le vin}
+
+\spatium {.5ex}
+\Novus \textus \marginal
+\Facies {\RelSize{-1}\textit{#1}\quad\Delimiter[.9]\{}
+\Locus {\area \textleftmargin-.2em}
+\Modus {\aligned {middle,right} \centred {+.5em}}
+
+\marginal {Sans\\ chanter.}
+\area
+ Non, Docteur, je ne prétends pas
+ Que notre art obtienne le pas
+ Sur Hippocrate et sa brigade.
+\endarea
+\spatium {.5ex}
+\marginal {En\\ chantant.}
+\area
+ Votre savoir, mon camarade,
+ Est d'un succès plus général;
+ Car, s'il n'emporte point le mal,
+ Il emporte au moins le malade.
+\endarea
+\end{chanson}
+
+C'est-il poli, ce que je vous dis là?
+\2
+ Il vous sied bien, manipuleur ignorant, de ravaler ainsi le premier, le
+plus grand et le plus utile des arts!
+\1
+ Utile tout à fait pour ceux qui l'exercent.
+\2
+ Un art dont le soleil s'honore d'éclairer les succès.
+\1
+ Et dont la terre s'empresse de couvrir les bévues.
+\2
+ On voit bien, malappris, que vous n'êtes habitué de parler qu'à des
+chevaux.
+\1
+ Parler à des chevaux? Ah, Docteur, pour un Docteur d'esprit\points N'est-il
+pas de notoriété que le Maréchal guérit toujours ses malades sans leur
+parler; au lieu que le Médecin parle toujours aux siens\points
+\2
+ Sans les guérir, n'est-ce pas?
+\1
+ C'est vous qui l'avez dit.
+\2
+ Qui diable envoie ici ce maudit ivrogne?
+\1
+ Je crois que vous me lâchez des épigrammes, l'Amour!
+\2
+ Enfin, que voulez-vous, que demandez-vous?
+\1, \[feignant une grande colère\]
+ Eh bien donc, il s'enflamme! Ce que je veux? Est-ce que vous ne le voyez
+pas?
+ \Scene
+
+\( \3, \1, \2 \)
+
+\3, \[accourant\]
+ Monsieur le Soldat, ne vous emportez point, de grâce! \[A
+Bartholo.\]
+Parlez-lui doucement, Monsieur; un homme qui déraisonne.
+\1
+ Vous avez raison; il déraisonne, lui, mais nous sommes raisonnables,
+nous! Moi poli, et vous jolie\points enfin suffit. La vérité, c'est que je ne
+veux avoir affaire qu'à vous dans la maison.
+\3
+ Que puis-je pour votre service, Monsieur le Soldat?
+\1
+ Une petite bagatelle, mon enfant. Mais s'il y a de l'obscurité dans mes
+phrases\points
+\3
+ J'en saisirai l'esprit.
+\1, \[lui montrant la lettre\]
+ Non, attachez-vous à la lettre, à la lettre. Il s'agit seulement\points mais
+je dis en tout bien, tout honneur, que vous me donniez à coucher, ce soir.
+\2
+ Rien que cela?
+\1
+ Pas davantage. Lisez le billet doux que notre Maréchal des Logis vous
+écrit.
+\2
+ Voyons. \[Le Comte cache la lettre et lui donne un autre papier. Bartholo
+lit.\] «Le Docteur Bartholo recevra, nourrira, hébergera, couchera\points »
+\1, \[appuyant\]
+ Couchera.
+\2
+ «Pour une nuit seulement, le nommé Lindor, dit L'Ecolier, Cavalier au
+Régiment\points »
+\3
+ C'est lui, c'est lui-même.
+\2, \[vivement, à Rosine\]
+ Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?
+\1
+ Eh bien, ai-je tort, à présent, Docteur Barbaro?
+\2
+ On dirait que cet homme se fait un malin plaisir de m'estropier de toutes
+les manières possibles. Allez au diable! Barbaro! Barbe à l'eau! et dites
+à votre impertinent Maréchal des Logis que, depuis mon voyage à Madrid, je
+suis exempt de loger des gens de guerre.
+\1, \[à part\]
+ Ô Ciel! fâcheux contretemps!
+\2
+ Ah! ah! notre ami, cela vous contrarie et vous dégrise un peu! Mais n'en
+décampez pas moins à l'instant.
+\1, \[à part\]
+ J'ai pensé me trahir! \[Haut.\] Dé\-cam\-per! Si vous êtes exempt des gens
+de guerre, vous n'êtes pas exempt de politesse, peut-être? Dé\-cam\-per!
+Montrez-moi votre brevet d'exem\-ption; quoique je ne sache pas lire, je
+verrai bientôt\points
+\2
+ Qu'à cela ne tienne. Il est dans ce bureau.
+\1, pendant qu'il y va, dit, sans quitter sa place.
+ Ah! ma belle Rosine!
+\3
+ Quoi, Lindor, c'est vous?
+\1
+ Recevez au moins cette lettre.
+\3
+ Prenez garde, il a les yeux sur nous.
+\1
+ Tirez votre mouchoir, je la laisserai tomber. (Il s'approche.)
+\2
+ Doucement, doucement, Seigneur Soldat, je n'ai\-me point qu'on regarde ma
+femme de si près.
+\1
+ Elle est votre femme?
+\2
+ Eh! quoi donc?
+\1
+ Je vous ai pris pour son bisaïeul paternel, maternel, sempiternel; il y
+a au moins trois générations entre elle et vous.
+\2 \[lit un parchemin\]
+ «Sur les bons et fidèles té\-moi\-gna\-ges qui nous ont été rendus\points »
+\1 donne un coup, de main sous les parchemins, qui les envoie au
+plancher.
+ Est-ce que j'ai besoin de tout ce verbiage?
+\2
+ Savez-vous bien, Soldat, que si j'appelle mes gens, je vous fais traiter
+sur-le-champ comme vous le méritez?
+\1
+ Bataille? Ah! volontiers. Bataille! c'est mon métier à moi. \[Montrant
+son pistolet de ceinture.\] Et voici de quoi leur jeter de la poudre aux
+yeux. Vous n'avez peut-être jamais vu de Bataille, Madame?
+\3
+ Ni ne veux en voir.
+\1
+ Rien n'est pourtant aussi gai que Bataille. Fi\-gu\-rez-vous \[poussant le
+Docteur\] d'abord que l'ennemi est d'un côté du ravin, et les amis de
+l'autre. \[A Rosine, en lui montrant la lettre.\] Sortez le mouchoir.
+\[Il crache à terre.\] Voilà le ravin, cela s'entend.
+Rosine tire son mouchoir, le Comte laisse tomber sa lettre entre elle et
+lui.
+\2, \[se baissant\]
+ Ah! ah!
+\1 \[la reprend et dit\]
+ Tenez\points moi qui allais vous apprendre ici les secrets de mon métier\points
+Une femme bien discrète en vérité! Ne voilà-t-il pas un billet doux
+qu'elle laisse tomber de sa poche?
+\2
+ Donnez, donnez.
+\1
+ Dulciter, Papa! chacun son affaire. Si une ordonnance de rhubarbe était
+tombée de la vôtre?
+\3 avance la main.
+ Ah! je sais ce que c'est, Monsieur le Soldat. \[Elle prend la lettre,
+qu'elle cache dans la petite poche de son tablier.\]
+\2
+ Sortez-vous enfin?
+\1
+ Eh bien, je sors; adieu, Docteur; sans rancune. Un petit compliment,
+mon coeur: priez la mort de m'oublier encore quelques campagnes; la vie
+ne m'a jamais été si chère.
+\2
+ Allez toujours, si j'avais ce crédit-là sur la mort\points
+\1
+ Sur l'a mort? Ah! Docteur! Vous faites tant de choses pour elle, qu'elle
+n'a rien à vous refuser. \[Il sort.\]
+ \Scene
+
+\( \2, \3 \)
+\2 \[le regarde aller\]
+ Il est enfin parti. \[à part.\] Dissimulons.
+\3
+ Convenez pourtant, Monsieur, qu'il est bien gai ce jeune Soldat! A
+travers son ivresse, on voit qu'il ne manque ni d'esprit, ni d'une
+certaine éducation.
+\2
+ Heureux, m'amour, d'avoir pu nous en délivrer! mais n'es-tu pas un peu
+curieuse de lire avec moi le papier qu'il t'a remis?
+\3
+ Quel papier?
+\2
+ Celui qu'il a feint de ramasser pour te le faire accepter.
+\3
+ Bon! c'est la lettre de mon cousin l'Officier, qui était tombée de ma
+poche.
+\2
+ J'ai idée, moi, qu'il l'a tirée de la sienne.
+\3
+ Je l'ai très bien reconnue.
+\2
+ Qu'est-ce qu'il coûte d'y regarder?
+\3
+ Je ne sais pas seulement ce que j'en ai fait.
+\2, \[montrant la pochette\]
+ Tu l'as mise là.
+\3
+ Ah! ah! par distraction.
+\2
+ Ah! sûrement. Tu vas voir que ce sera quelque folie.
+\3, \[à part\]
+ Si je ne le mets pas en colère, il n'y aura pas moyen de refuser.
+\2
+ Donne donc, mon coeur.
+\3
+ Mais quelle idée avez-vous en insistant, Monsieur? Est-ce encore quelque
+méfiance?
+\2
+ Mais, vous, quelle raison avez-vous de ne pas le montrer
+\3
+ Je vous répète, Monsieur, que ce papier n'est autre que la lettre de mon
+cousin, que, vous m'avez rendue hier toute décachetée; et puisqu'il en
+est question, je vous dirai tout net que cette liberté me déplaît
+excessivement.
+\2
+ Je ne vous entends pas!
+\3
+ Vais-je examiner les papiers qui vous arrivent? Pourquoi vous donnez-vous
+des airs de toucher à ceux qui me sont adressés? Si c'est jalousie, elle
+m'insulte; s'il s'agit de l'abus d'une autorité usurpée, j'en suis plus
+révoltée encore.
+\2
+ Comment, révoltée! Vous ne m'avez jamais parlé ainsi.
+\3
+ Si je me suis modérée jusqu'à ce jour, ce n'était pas pour vous donner le
+droit de m'offenser impunément.
+\2
+ De quelle offense parlez-vous?
+\3
+ C'est qu'il est inouï qu'on se permette d'ouvrir les lettres de quelqu'un.
+\2
+ De sa femme?
+\3
+ Je ne la suis pas encore. Mais pourquoi lui donnerait-on la préférence
+d'une indignité qu'on ne fait à personne?
+\2
+ Vous voulez me faire prendre le change et dé\-tour\-ner mon attention du
+billet, qui, sans doute, est une missive de quelque amant! mais je le
+verrai, je vous assure.
+\3
+ Vous ne le verrez pas. Si vous m'approchez, je m'enfuis de cette maison,
+et je demandé retraite au premier venu.
+\2
+ Qui ne vous recevra point.
+\3
+ C'est ce qu'il faudra voir.
+\2
+ Nous ne sommes pas ici en France, où l'on donne toujours raison aux
+femmes; mais, pour vous en ôter la fantaisie, je vais fermer la porte.
+\3, \[pendant qu'il y va\]
+ Ah Ciel! que faire?\points Mettons vite à la place la lettre de mon cousin,
+et donnons-lui beau jeu à la prendre. \[Elle fait l'échange, et met la
+lettre du cousin dans sa pochette, de façon qu'elle sorte un peu.\]
+\2, \[menant\]
+ Ah! j'espère maintenant la voir.
+\3
+ De quel droit, s'il vous plaît?
+\2
+ Du-droit le plus universellement reconnu, celui du plus fort.
+\3
+ On me tuera plutôt que de l'obtenir de moi.
+\2, \[frappant du pied\]
+ Madame! Madame!\points
+\3 \[tombe sur un fauteuil et feint de se trouver mal\]
+ Ah! quelle indignité!\points
+\2
+ Donnez cette lettre, ou craignez ma colère.
+\3, \[renversée\]
+ Malheureuse Rosine!
+\2
+ Qu'avez-vous donc?
+\3
+ Quel avenir affreux!
+\2
+ Rosine!
+\3
+ J'étouffe de fureur!
+\2
+ Elle se trouve mal.
+\3
+ Je m'affaiblis, je meurs.
+\2, \[à part\]
+ Dieux! la lettre! Lisons-la sans qu'elle en soit instruite. \[Il lui
+tâte le pouls et prend la lettre qu'il tâche de lire en se tournant un
+peu.\]
+\3, \[toujours renversée\]
+ Infortunée! ah!\points
+\2 \[lui quitte le bras, et dit à part\]
+ Quelle rage a-t-on d'apprendre ce qu'on craint toujours de savoir!
+\3
+ Ah! pauvre Rosine!
+\2
+ L'usage des odeurs\points produit ces affections spasmodiques. \[Il lit par
+derrière le fauteuil, en lui tâtant le pouls. Rosine se relève un peu, le
+regarde finement, fait un geste de tête, et se remet sans parler.\]
+\2, \[à part\]
+ O Ciel! c'est la lettre de son cousin. Maudite inquiétude! Comment
+l'apaiser maintenant? Qu'elle ignore au moins que je l'ai lue! \[Il fait
+semblant de la soutenir et remet la lettre dans la pochette.\]
+\3 \[soupire\]
+ Ah!\points
+\2
+ Eh bien! ce n'est rien, mon enfant; un petit mouvement de vapeurs, voilà
+tout; car ton pouls n'a seulement pas varié. \[Il va prendre un flacon
+sur la console.\]
+\3, \[à part\]
+ Il a remis la lettre: fort bien!
+\2
+ Ma chère Rosine, un peu de cette eau spiritueuse.
+\3
+ Je ne veux rien de vous; laissez-moi.
+\2
+ Je conviens que j'ai montré trop de vivacité sur ce billet.
+\3
+ Il s'agit bien du billet. C'est votre façon de demander les choses qui
+est révoltante.
+\2, \[à genoux\]
+ Pardon; j'ai bientôt senti tous mes torts, et tu me vois à tes pieds,
+prêt à les réparer.
+\3
+ Oui, pardon! lorsque vous croyez que cette lettre ne vient pas de mon
+cousin.
+\2
+ Qu'elle soit d'un autre ou de lui, je ne veux aucun éclaircissement.
+\3, \[lui présentant la lettre\]
+ Vous voyez qu'avec de bon\-nes façons, on obtient tout de moi. Lisez-la.
+\2
+ Cet honnête procédé dissiperait mes soupçons si j'étais assez malheureux
+pour en conserver.
+\3
+ Lisez-la donc, Monsieur.
+\2 \[se retire\]
+ A Dieu ne plaise que je te fasse une pareille injure!
+\3
+ Vous me contrariez de la refuser.
+\2
+ Reçois en réparation cette marque de ma parfaite confiance. je vais voir
+la pauvre Marceline, que ce Figaro a, je ne sais pourquoi, saignée au
+pied; n'y viens-tu pas aussi?
+\3
+ J'y monterai dans un moment.
+\2
+ Puisque la paix est faite, mignonne, donne-moi ta main. Si tu pouvait
+m'aimer! ah, comme tu serais heureuse!
+\3, \[baissant les yeux\]
+ Si vous pouviez me plaire, ah! comme je vous aimerais!
+\2
+ Je te plairai, je te plairai; quand je te dis que je te plairai! \[Il
+sort.\]
+\3 \[le regarde aller\]
+ Ah! Lindor! Il dit qu'il me plaira!\points Lisons cette lettre qui a manqué
+de me causer tant de chagrin. \[Elle lit et s'écrie\] Ah!\points j'ai lu trop
+tard: il me recommande de tenir une querelle ouverte avec mon Tuteur.
+j'en avais une si bonne, et je l'ai laissée échapper! En recevant la
+lettre, j'ai senti que je rougissais Jusqu'aux yeux. Ah! mon Tuteur a
+raison. Je suis bien loin d'avoir cet usage du monde, qui, me dit-il
+souvent, assure le maintien des femmes en toute occasion; mais un homme
+injuste parviendrait à faire une rusée de l'innocence même.
+
+\Acte
+ \Scene
+
+\( \2, seul et désolé. \)
+{\nonfrenchspacing
+\0 Quelle humeur! quelle humeur! Elle paraissait apaisée\points Là, qu'on me
+dise qui diable lui a fourré dans la tête de ne plus vouloir prendre leçon
+de Don Bazile! Elle sait qu'il se mêle de mon mariage\points \[On heurte à la
+porte.\] Faites tout au monde pour plaire aux femmes; si vous omettez un
+seul petit point\points je dis un seul\points \[On heurte une seconde fois.\]
+Voyons qui c'est. }
+ \Scene
+
+\( \2, \1 en Bachelier. \)
+\1
+ Que la paix et la joie habitent toujours céans!
+\2, \[brusquement\]
+ Jamais souhait ne vint plus à propos. Que voulez-vous?
+\1
+ Monsieur, je suis Alonzo, Bachelier, Licencié\points
+\2
+ Je n'ai pas besoin de Précepteur.
+\1
+\points Élève de Don Bazile, Organiste du Grand Couvent, qui a l'honneur de
+montrer la Musique à Madame votre\points
+\2
+ Bazile! Organiste! qui a l'honneur! Je le sais, au fait.
+\1 \[ à part.\] Quel homme! \[Haut.\] Un mal subit qui le force à garder le
+lit\points
+\2
+ Garder le lit! Bazile! Il a bien fait d'envoyer; je vais le voir à
+l'instant.
+\1 \[à part.\] Oh diable! \[Haut.\] Quand je dis le lit, Monsieur c'est\points
+la chambre que j'entends.
+\2
+ Ne fût-il qu'incommodé\points Marchez devant, je vous suis.
+\1, \[embarrassé\]
+ Monsieur, j'étais chargé\points Personne ne peut-il nous entendre?
+\2 \[à part\]
+ C'est quelque fripon. \[Haut.\] Eh! non, Monsieur le mystérieux! Parlez
+sans vous troubler, si vous pouvez.
+\1 \[à part.\]
+ Maudit vieillard! \[Haut.\] Don Bazile m'avait chargé de vous apprendre\points
+\2
+ Parlez haut, je suis sourd d'une oreille.
+\1, \[élevant la voix\]
+ Ah! volontiers. Que le Comte Almaviva, qui restait à la grande place\points
+\2, \[effrayé\]
+ Parlez bas, parlez bas!
+\1, \[plus haut\]
+ En est délogé ce matin. Comme c'est par moi qu'il a su que le Comte
+Almaviva\points
+\2
+ Bas; parlez bas; je vous prie.
+\1, \[du même ton\]
+\points Était en cette ville, et que j'ai découvert que la Signora Rosine
+lui a écrit\points
+\2
+ Lui a écrit? Tenez, asseyons-nous et jasons d'ami\-tié. Vous avez
+découvert, dites-vous, que Rosine\points
+\1, \[fièrement\]
+ Assurément. Bazile, inquiet pour vous de cette correspondance, m'avait
+prié de vous montrer sa lettre; mais la manière dont vous prenez les
+choses\points
+\2
+ Eh! mon Dieu! je les prends bien. Mais ne vous est-il donc pas possible
+de parler plus bas?
+\1
+ Vous êtes sourd d'une oreille, avez-vous dit.
+\2
+ Pardon, pardon, Seigneur Alonzo, si vous m'avez trouvé méfiant et dur;
+mais Je suis tellement entouré d'intrigants, de pièges\points Et puis votre
+tournure, votre âge, votre air\points Pardon, pardon. Eh bien! vous avez la
+lettre?
+\1
+ A la bonne heure sur ce ton, Monsieur; mais je crains qu'on ne soit aux
+écoutes.
+\2
+ Eh! qui voulez-vous? Tous mes Valets sur les dents! Rosine enfermée de
+fureur! Le diable est entré chez moi. Je vais encore m'assurer\points \[Il va
+ouvrir doucement la porte de Rosine.\]
+\1, \[à part.\]
+ Je me suis enferré de dépit.. Garder la lettre à présent! Il faudra
+m'enfuir: autant vaudrait n'être pas venu\points La lui montrer! Si je puis
+en prévenir Rosine, la montrer est un coup de maître.
+\2 \[revient sur la pointe des pieds\]
+ Elle est assise auprès de sa fenêtre, le dos tourné à la porte, occupée
+à relire une lettre de son cousin l'Officier, que. j'avais décachetée\points
+Voyons donc la sienne.
+\1 \[lui remet la lettre de Rosine\]
+ La voici. \[à part.\] C'est ma lettre qu'elle refit.
+\2 lit.
+ «Depuis que vous m'avez appris voire nom et votre état.» Ah! la
+perfide, c'est bien là sa main».
+\1, \[effrayé\]
+ Parlez donc bas à votre tour.
+\2
+ Quelle obligation, mon cher!\points
+\1
+ Quand tout sera fini, si vous croyez m'en devoir, vous serez le maître\points
+D'après un travail que fait actuellement Don Bazile avec un homme de Loi\points
+\2
+ Avec un homme de Loi, pour mon mariage?
+\1
+ Sans doute. Il m'a chargé de vous dire que tout peut être prêt pour
+demain. Alors, si elle résiste\points
+\2
+ Elle résistera.
+\1 \[veut reprendre la lettre, Bartholo la serre\]
+ Voilà l'instant où je puis vous servir; nous lui montrerons sa lettre,
+et, s'il le faut \[plus mystérieusement\], j'irai jusqu'à lui dire que je
+la tiens d'une femme à qui le Comte l'a sacrifiée; vous sentez que le
+trouble, la honte, le dépit, peuvent la porter sur-le-champ\points
+\2, \[riant\]
+ De la calomnie! mon cher ami, je vois bien maintenant que vous venez de
+la part de Bazile\points Mais pour que ceci n'eût pas l'air concerté, ne
+serait-il pas bon qu'elle vous connût d'avance?
+\1 \[réprime un grand mouvement de joie\]
+ C'était assez l'avis de Don Bazile; mais comment faire? Il est tard\points
+au peu de temps qui reste\points
+\2
+ Je dirai que vous venez en sa place. Ne lui don\-ne\-rez-vous pas bien une
+leçon?
+\1
+ Il n'y a rien que je ne fasse pour vous plaire. Mais prenez garde que
+toutes ces histoires de Maîtres supposés sont de vieilles finesses, des
+moyens de Comédie; si elle va se douter?\points
+\2
+ Présenté par moi? Quelle apparence? Vous avez plus l'air d'un amant
+déguisé que d'un ami officieux.
+\1
+ Oui? Vous croyez donc que mon air peut aider à la tromperie?
+\2
+ Je le donne au plus fin à deviner. Elle est ce soir d'une humeur
+horrible. Mais quand elle ne ferait que vous voir\points Son clavecin est dans
+ce cabinet. Amusez-vous en l'attendant, je vais faire l'impossible pour
+l'amener.
+\1
+ Gardez-vous bien de lui parler de la lettre!
+\2
+ Avant l'instant décisif? Elle perdrait tout son effet. Il ne faut pas me
+dire deux fois les choses; il ne faut pas me les dire deux fois. \[Il
+s'en va.\]
+ \Scene
+
+\( \1, Seul. \)
+
+\0 Me voilà sauvé. Ouf! Que ce diable d'homme est rude à manier! Figaro le
+connaît bien. Je me voyais mentir; cela me donnait un air plat et
+gauche; et il a des yeux!\points Ma foi, sans l'inspiration subite de la
+lettre, il faut l'avouer, j'étais éconduit comme un sot. O Ciel! on
+dispute là-dedans. Si elle allait s'obstiner à ne pas venir! Ecoutons\points
+Elle refuse de sortir de chez elle, et j'ai perdu le fruit de ma ruse.
+\[Il retourne écouter.\] La voici; ne nous montrons pas d'abord. \[Il
+entre dans le cabinet.\]
+ \Scene
+
+\( \1, \3, \2 \)
+\3, \[avec une colère simulée\]
+ Tout ce que vous direz est inutile, Monsieur. J'ai pris mon parti, je ne
+veux plus entendre parler de Musique.
+\2
+ Écoute donc, mon enfant; c'est le Seigneur Alon\-zo, l'élève et l'ami de
+Don Bazile, choisi par lui pour être un de nos témoins. La Musique te
+calmera, je t'assure.
+\3
+ Oh! pour cela, vous pouvez vous en détacher; si je chante ce soir!\points Où
+donc est-il ce Maître que vous craignez de renvoyer? Je vais, en deux
+mots, lui donner son compte et celui de Bazile. \[Elle aperçoit son amant.
+Elle fait un cri.\] Ah!\points
+\2
+ Qu'avez-vous?
+\3, \[les deux mains sur son coeur, avec un grand trouble\]
+ Ah! mon Dieu, Monsieur\points Ah! mon Dieu, Monsieur\points
+\2
+ Elle se trouve encore mal\points Seigneur Alonzo?
+\3
+ Non, je ne me trouve pas mal\points mais c'est qu'en me tournant\points Ah!
+\1
+ Le pied vous a tourné, Madame?
+\3
+ Ah! oui, le pied m'a tourné. Je me suis fait un mal horrible.
+\1
+ Je m'en suis bien aperçu.
+\3, \[regardant le Comte\]
+ Le coup m'a porté au coeur.
+\2
+ Un siège, un siège. Et pas un fauteuil ici? (Il va le chercher.)
+\1
+ Ah! Rosine!
+\3
+ Quelle imprudence!
+\1
+ J'ai mille choses essentielles à vous dire.
+\3
+ Il ne nous quittera pas.
+\1
+ Figaro va venir nous aider.
+\2 \[apporte un fauteuil\]
+ Tiens, mignonne, assieds-toi. Il n'y a pas d'apparence, Bachelier,
+qu'elle prenne de leçon ce soir; ce sera pour un autre jour. Adieu.
+\3, \[au Comte\]
+ Non, attendez, ma douleur est un peu apaisée. \[A Bartholo.\] Je sens que
+J'ai eu tort avec vous, Monsieur. Je veux vous imiter en réparant
+sur-le-champ\points
+\2
+ Oh! le bon petit naturel de femme! Mais après une pareille émotion, mon
+enfant, je ne souffrirai pas que tu fasses le moindre effort. Adieu,
+adieu, Bachelier.
+\3, \[au Comte\]
+Un moment, de grâce! \[A Bartholo.\] Je croirai, Monsieur, que vous
+n'aimez pas à m'obliger si vous M'empêchez de vous prouver mes regrets en
+prenant ma leçon.
+\1, \[à part, à Bartholo\]
+ Ne la contrariez pas, si vous m'en croyez.
+\2
+ Voilà qui est fini, mon amoureuse. je suis si loin de chercher à te
+déplaire, que je veux rester là tout le temps que tu vas étudier.
+\3
+ Non, Monsieur: je sais que la musique n'a nul attrait pour vous.
+\2
+ Je t'assure que ce soir elle m'enchantera.
+\3, \[au Comte, à part\]
+ Je suis au supplice.
+\1, \[prenant un papier de musique sur le pupitre\]
+ Est-ce là ce que vous voulez chanter, Madame?
+\3
+ Oui, c'est un morceau très agréable de la Précaution inutile.
+\2
+ Toujours la Précaution inutile?
+\1
+ C'est ce qu'il y a de plus nouveau aujourd'hui. C'est une image du
+Printemps, d'un genre assez vif. Si Madame veut l'essayer\points
+\3, \[regardant le Comte\]
+ Avec grand plaisir: un tableau du Printemps me ravit; c'est la jeunesse
+de la nature. Au sortir de l'hiver, il semble que le coeur acquière un
+plus haut degré de sensibilité: comme un esclave enfermé depuis longtemps
+goûte avec plus de plaisir le charme de la liberté qui vient de lui être
+offerte.
+\2, \[bas, au Comte\]
+ Toujours des idées romanesques en tête.
+\1, \[bas\]
+ Et sentez-vous l'application?
+\2
+ Parbleu! \[Il va s'asseoir dans le fauteuil qu'a occupé Rosine.\]
+\3 \[chante\]
+\begin{chanson}
+ \Forma \strophae {112011200000222211110101}
+ \SpatiumSupra \titulum {.75\leading plus .5\leading minus .25\leading %
+ \penalty 1000}
+ \SpatiumInfra {.25\leading plus .125\leading\penalty 1000}
+ \Facies {\textsc{#1}}
+ Quand, dans la plaine,
+ L'amour ramène
+ Le Printemps
+ Si chéri des amants,
+ Tout reprend l'être,
+ Son feu pénètre
+ Dans les fleurs,
+ Et dans les jeunes coeurs.
+ On voit les troupeaux
+ Sortir des hameaux;
+ Dans tous les coteaux,
+ Les cris des agneaux
+ Retentissent;
+ Ils bondissent;
+ Tout fermente,
+ Tout augmente;
+ Les brebis paissent
+ Les fleurs qui naissent;
+ Les chiens fidèles
+ Veillent sur elles;
+ Mais Lindor, enflammé,
+ Ne songe guère
+ Qu'au bonheur d'être aimé
+ De sa bergère.
+
+\titulus {même air}
+
+Loin de sa mère,
+ Cette Bergère
+ Va chantant,
+ Où son amant l'attend;
+ Par cette ruse
+ L'amour l'abuse;
+ Mais chanter,
+ Sauve-t-il du danger?
+ Les doux chalumeaux,
+ Les chants des oiseaux,
+ Ses charmes naissants,
+ Ses quinze ou seize ans,
+ Tout l'excite,
+ Tout l'agite;
+ La pauvrette
+ S'inquiète;
+ De sa retraite,
+ Lindor la guette, elle s'avance;
+ Lindor s'élance;
+ Il vient de l'embrasser
+ Elle, bien aise,
+ Feint de se courroucer,
+ Pour qu'on l'apaise.
+
+\titulus{petite reprise}
+\Forma \strophae {100100{-1}{-1}0000{-1}0{-1}0}
+Les soupirs
+ Les soins, les promesses,
+ Les vives tendresses,
+ Les plaisirs,
+ Le fin badinage,
+ Sont mis en usage;
+ Et bientôt la Bergère
+ Ne sent plus de colère.
+ Si quelque jaloux
+ Trouble un bien si doux,
+ Nos amants, d'accord,
+ Ont un soin extrême
+ De voiler leur transport;
+ Mais quand on s'aime,
+ La gêne ajoute encor
+ Au plaisir même.
+\end{chanson}
+
+\(En l'écoutant, Bartholo s'est assoupi. Le Comte, pendant la petite
+reprise, se hasarde à prendre une main qu'il couvre de baisers. L'émotion
+ralentit le chant de Rosine, l'affaiblit, et finit même par lui couper la
+voix au milieu de la cadence, au mot extrême. L'orchestre suit le
+mouvement de la Chanteuse, affaiblit son jeu et se tait avec elle.
+L'absence du bruit qui avait endormi Bartholo, le réveille. Le Comte se
+relève, Rosine et l'Orchestre reprennent subitement la suite de l'air. Si
+la petite reprise se répète, le même jeu recommence, etc.\)
+\1
+ En vérité, c'est un morceau charmant, et Madame l'exécute avec une
+intelligence\points
+\3
+ Vous me flattez, Seigneur; la gloire est tout entière au Maître.
+\2, \[bâillant\]
+ Moi, je crois que j'ai un peu dormi pendant le morceau charmant. J'ai
+mes malades. Je vas, je viens, je toupille, et sitôt que je m'assieds, mes
+pauvres jambes\points \[Il se lève et pousse le fauteuil.\]
+\3, \[bas, au Comte\]
+ Figaro ne vient point!
+\1
+ Filons le temps.
+\2
+ Mais, Bachelier, je l'ai déjà dit à ce vieux Bazile est-ce qu'il n'y
+aurait pas moyen de lui faire étudier des choses plus gaies que toutes ces
+grandes arias, qui vont en haut, en bas, en roulant, hi, ho, a, a, a, a,
+et qui me semblent autant d'enterrements? Là, de ces petits airs qu'on
+chantait dans ma jeunesse, et que chacun retenait facilement. J'en savais
+autrefois\points Par exemple\points \[Pendant la ritournelle, il cherche en se
+grattant la tête et chante en faisant claquer ses pouces et dansant des
+genoux comme les vieillards.\]
+\begin{chanson} \Forma \strophae {020}
+Veux-tu, ma Rosinette,
+ Faire emplette
+ Du Roi des Maris?
+\end{chanson}
+\[Au Comte, en riant.\] Il y a Fanchonnette dans la chanson; mais j'y ai
+subsisté Rosinette, pour la lui rendre plus agréable et la faire cadrer
+aux circonstances. Ah, ah, ah, ah! Fort bien! pas vrai?
+\1, \[riant\]
+ Ah! ah, ah! Oui, tout au mieux.
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \4, dans le fond; \3, \2, \1. \)
+\2 \[chante\]
+\begin{chanson} \Forma \strophae {02202020}
+ Veux-tu, ma Rosinette,
+ Faire emplette
+ Du Roi des Maris?
+ Je ne suis point Tircis;
+ Mais la nuit, dans l'ombre,
+ Je vaux encor mon prix;
+ Et quand il fait sombre,
+ Les plus beaux chants sont gris.
+\end{chanson}
+\[Il répète la reprise en dansant. Figaro, derrière lui, imite ses
+mouvements.\]
+Je ne suis point Tircis, etc.
+\[Apercevant Figaro.\] Ah! Entrez, Monsieur le Barbier; avancez, vous
+êtes charmant!
+\4 \[salue\]
+ Monsieur, il est vrai que ma mère me l'a dit autrefois; mais je suis un
+peu déformé depuis ce temps-là. \[à part, au Comte.\] Bravo, Monseigneur!
+\[Pendant toute cette Scène, le Comte fait ce qu'il peut pour parler à
+Rosine, mais l'oeil inquiet et vigilant du Tuteur l'en empêche toujours,
+ce qui forme un jeu muet de tous les Acteurs, étranger au débat du Docteur
+et de Figaro.\]
+\2
+ Venez-vous purger encore, saigner, droguer, met\-tre sur le grabat toute ma
+maison?
+\4
+ Monsieur, il n'est pas tous les jours fête; mais, sans compter les soins
+quotidiens, Monsieur a pu voir que, lorsqu'ils en ont besoin, mon zèle
+n'attend pas qu'on lui commande\points
+\2
+ Votre zèle n'attend pas! Que direz-vous, Monsieur le zélé, à ce
+malheureux qui bâille et dort tout éveillé? Et l'autre qui, depuis trois
+heures, éternue à se faire sauter le crâne et jaillir la cervelle! que
+leur direz-vous?
+\4
+ Ce que je leur dirai?
+\2
+ Oui!
+\4
+ Je leur, dirai\points Eh, parbleu! je dirai à celui qui éternue, «Dieu vous
+bénisse» et «va te coucher» à celui qui baille. Ce n'est pas cela,
+Monsieur, qui grossira le mémoire.
+\2
+ Vraiment non, mais c'est la saignée et les mé\-di\-ca\-ments qui le
+grossiraient, si je voulais y entendre. Est-ce par zèle aussi que vous
+avez empaqueté les yeux de ma mule, et votre cataplasme lui rendra-t-il la
+vue?
+\4
+ S'il ne lui rend pas la vue, ce n'est pas cela non plus qui l'empêchera
+d'y voir.
+\2
+ Que je le trouve sur le mémoire!\points On n'est pas de cette extravagance-là!
+\4
+ Ma foi, Monsieur, les hommes n'ayant guère à choisir qu'entre la sottise
+et la folie, où je ne vois pas de profit, je veux au moins du plaisir; et
+vive la joie! Qui sait si le monde durera encore-trois semaines?
+\2
+ Vous feriez bien mieux, Monsieur le raisonneur, de me payer mes cent écus
+et les intérêts sans lanterner, je vous en avertis.
+\4
+ Doutez-vous de ma probité, Monsieur? Vos cent écus! j'aimerais mieux vous
+les devoir toute ma vie que de les nier un seul instant.
+\2
+ Et dites-moi un peu comment la petite Figaro a trouvé les bonbons que
+vous lui avez portés?
+\4
+ Quels bonbons? que voulez-vous dire?
+\2
+ Oui, ces bonbons, dans ce cornet fait avec cette feuille de papier à
+lettre, ce matin.
+\4
+ Diable emporte si\points
+\3, \[l'interrompant\]
+ Avez-vous eu soin au moins de les lui donner de ma part, Monsieur
+Figaro? Je vous l'avais recommandé.
+\4
+ Ah! ah! Les bonbons de ce matin? Que je suis bête, moi. J'avais perdu
+tout cela de vue. Oh! excellents, Madame, admirables!
+\2
+ Excellents! Admirables! Oui sans doute. Monsieur le Barbier, revenez sur
+vos pas! Vous faites là un joli métier, Monsieur!
+\4
+ Qu'est-ce qu'il a donc, Monsieur?
+\2
+ Et qui vous fera une belle réputation, Monsieur!
+\4
+ Je la soutiendrai, Monsieur!
+\2
+ Dites que vous la supporterez, Monsieur!
+\4
+ Comme il vous plaira, Monsieur!
+\2
+ Vous le prenez bien haut, Monsieur! Sachez que quand je dispute avec un
+fat, je ne lui cède jamais.
+\4 \[lui tourne le dos\]
+ Nous différons en cela, Monsieur! moi je lui cède toujours.
+\2
+ Hein? qu'est-ce qu'il dit donc, Bachelier?
+\4
+ C'est que vous croyez avoir affaire à quelque Barbier de village, et qui
+ne sait manier que le rasoir? Apprenez, Monsieur, que j'ai travaillé de la
+plume à Madrid et que sans les envieux\points
+\2
+ Eh! que n'y restiez-vous, sans venir ici changer de profession?
+\4
+ On fait comme on peut; mettez-vous à ma place.
+\2
+ Me mettre à votre place! Ah! parbleu, je dirai: de belles sottises!
+\4
+ Monsieur, vous ne commencez pas trop mal; je m'en rapporte à votre
+confrère qui est là rêvassant\points
+\1, \[revenant à lui\]
+ Je\points je ne suis pas le confrère de Monsieur.
+\4
+ Non? Vous voyant ici à consulter, j'ai pensé que vous poursuiviez le même
+objet.
+\2, \[en colère\]
+ Enfin, quel sujet vous amène? Y a-t-il quelque lettre à remettre encore
+ce soir à Madame? Parlez, faut-il que je me retire?
+\4
+ Comme vous rudoyez le pauvre monde! Eh! parbleu, Monsieur, je viens vous
+raser, voilà tout: n'est-ce pas aujourd'hui votre jour?
+\2
+ Vous reviendrez tantôt.
+\4
+ Ah! oui, revenir! Toute la Garnison prend médecine demain matin; j'en ai
+obtenu l'entreprise par mes protections. Jugez donc comme j'ai du temps à
+perdre! Monsieur passe-t-il chez lui?
+\2
+ Non, Monsieur ne passe point chez lui. Eh mais\points qui empêche qu'on ne me
+rase ici?
+\3, \[avec dédain\]
+ Vous êtes honnête! Et pourquoi pas dans mon appartement?
+\2
+ Tu te fâches! Pardon, mon enfant, tu vas achever de prendre ta leçon!
+c'est pour ne pas perdre un instant le plaisir de t'entendre.
+\4, \[bas, au Comte\]
+ On ne le tirera pas d'ici! \[Haut.\] Allons, L'Éveillé, La Jeunesse; le
+bassin, de l'eau, tout ce qu'il faut à Monsieur.
+\2
+ Sans doute, appelez-les! Fatigués, harassés, moulus de votre façon,
+n'a-t-il pas fallu les faire coucher?
+\4
+ Eh bien! j'irai tout chercher, n'est-ce pas, dans votre chambre? \[Bas,
+au Comte.\] Je vais l'attirer dehors.
+\2 \[détache son trousseau de clefs, et dit par réflexion:\]
+ Non, non j'y vais moi-même. \[Bas, au Comte, en s'en allant.\] Ayez les
+yeux sur eux, je vous prie.
+ \Scene
+
+\( \4, \1, \3.\)
+
+\4
+ Ah! que nous l'avons manqué belle il allait me donner le trousseau. La
+clef de la Jalousie n'y est-elle pas?
+\3
+ C'est la plus neuve de toutes.
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \4, \1, \3, \2, revenant. \)
+\2, \[à part\]
+ Bon! je ne sais ce que je fais de laisser ici ce maudit Barbier. \[A
+Figaro.\] Tenez. \[Il lui donne le trousseau.\]
+ Dans mon cabinet, sous mon bureau; mais ne touchez à rien.
+\4
+ La peste! il y ferait bon, méfiant comme vous êtes! \[à part, en s'en
+allant.\] Voyez comme le Ciel protège l'innocence!
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \2, \1, \3. \)
+\2, \[bas, au Comte\]
+ C'est le drôle qui a porté la lettre au Comte.
+\1, \[bas\]
+ Il m'a l'air d'un fripon.
+\2
+ Il ne m'attrapera plus.
+\1
+ Je crois qu'à cet égard le plus fort est fait.
+\2
+ Tout considéré, j'ai pensé qu'il était plus prudent de l'envoyer dans ma
+chambre que de le laisser avec elle.
+\1
+ Ils n'auraient pas dit un mot que je n'eusse été en tiers.
+\3
+ Il est bien poli, Messieurs, de parler bas sans cesse! Et ma leçon?
+\[Ici l'on entend un bruit, comme de la vaisselle renversée.\]
+\2, \[criant\]
+ Qu'est-ce que j'entends donc! Le cruel Barbier aura tout laissé tomber
+dans l'escalier, et les plus belles pièces de mon nécessaire!\points \[Il
+court dehors.\]
+ \Scene
+
+\( \1, \3 \)
+\1
+ Profitons du moment que l'intelligence de Figaro nous ménage.
+Accordez-moi, ce soir, je vous en conjure, Madame, un moment d'entretien
+indispensable pour vous soustraire à l'esclavage où vous allez tomber.
+\3
+ Ah, Lindor!
+\1
+ Je puis monter à votre jalousie; et quant à la lettre que j'ai reçue de
+vous ce matin, je me suis vu forcé\points
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \3, \2, \4, \1. \)
+\2
+ Je ne m'étais pas trompé; tout est brisé, fracassé.
+\4
+ Voyez le grand malheur pour tant de train! On ne voit goutte sur
+l'escalier. \[Il montre la clef au Comte.\] Moi, en montant, j'ai accroché
+une clef\points
+\2
+ On prend garde à ce qu'on fait. Accrocher une clef! L'habile homme!
+\4
+ Ma foi, Monsieur, cherchez-en un plus subtil.
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \persona{Les Acteurs Pr\'ec\'edent}, \5 \)
+\3, \[effrayée, à part\]
+ Don Bazile!\points
+\1, \[à part\]
+ Juste Ciel!
+\4, \[à part\]
+ C'est le Diable!
+\2 \[va au-devant de lui\]
+ Ah! Bazile, mon ami, soyez le bien rétabli. Votre accident n'a donc
+point eu de suites? En vérité, le Seigneur Alonzo m'avait fort effrayé sur
+votre état; demandez-lui, je partais pour aller vous voir; et s'il ne
+m'avait point retenu\points
+\5, \[étonné\]
+ Le Seigneur Alonzo?
+\4 \[frappe du pied\]
+ Eh quoi! toujours des accrocs? Deux heures pour une méchante barbe\points
+Chienne de pratique!
+\5, \[regardant tout le monde\]
+ Me ferez-vous bien le plaisir de me dire, Messieurs?\points
+\4
+ Vous lui parlerez quand je serai parti.
+\5
+ Mais encore faudrait-il\points
+\1
+ Il faudrait vous taire, Bazile. Croyez-vous apprendre à Monsieur quelque
+chose qu'il ignore? Je lui ai raconté que vous m'aviez chargé de venir
+donner une leçon de musique à votre place.
+\5, \[plus étonné\]
+ La leçon de musique!\points Alonzo!\points
+\3, \[à part, à Bazile\]
+ Eh! taisez-vous.
+\5
+ Elle aussi!
+\1, \[bas, à Bartholo\]
+ Dites-lui donc tout bas que nous en sommes convenus.
+\2, \[à Bazile, à part\]
+ N'allez pas nous démentir, Bazile, en disant qu'il n'est pas votre
+élève; vous gâteriez tout.
+\5
+ Ah! ah!
+\2, \[haut\]
+ En vérité, Bazile, on n'a pas plus de talent que votre élève.
+\5, \[stupéfait\]
+ Que mon élève!\points \[Bas.\] Je venais pour vous dire que le Comte est
+déménagé.
+\2, \[bas\]
+ Je le sais, taisez-vous.
+\5, \[bas\]
+ Qui vous l'a dit?
+\2, \[bas\]
+ Lui, apparemment!
+\1, \[bas\]
+ Moi, sans doute: écoutez seulement.
+\3, \[bas, à Bazile\]
+ Est-il si difficile de vous taire?
+\4, \[bas, à Bazile\]
+ Hum! Grand escogriffe! Il est sourd!
+\5, \[à part\]
+ Qui diable est-ce donc qu'on trompe ici? Tout le monde est dans le
+secret!
+\2, \[haut\]
+ Eh bien, Bazile, votre homme de Loi?\points
+\4
+ Vous avez toute la soirée pour parler de l'homme de Loi.
+\2, \[à Bazile\]
+ Un mot; dites-moi seulement si vous êtes content de l'homme de Loi?
+\5, \[effaré\]
+ De l'homme de Loi?
+\1, \[souriant\]
+ Vous ne l'avez pas vu, l'homme de Loi?
+\5, \[impatient\]
+ Eh! non, je ne l'ai pas vu, l'homme de Loi.
+\1, \[à Bartholo, à part\]
+ Voulez-vous donc qu'il s'explique ici devant elle? Renvoyez-le.
+\2, \[bas, au Comte\]
+ Vous avez raison. \[A Bazile.\] Mais quel mai vous a donc pris si
+subitement?
+\5, \[en colère\]
+ Je ne vous entends pas.
+\1 \[lui met, à part, une bourse dans la main\]
+ Oui, Monsieur vous demande ce que vous venez faire ici, dans l'état
+d'indisposition où vous êtes?
+\4
+ Il est pâle comme un, mort!
+\5
+ Ah! je comprends\points
+\1
+ Allez vous coucher, mon cher Bazile: vous n'êtes pas bien, et vous nous
+faites mourir de frayeur. Allez vous coucher.
+\4
+ Il a la physionomie toute renversée. Allez vous coucher.
+\2
+ D'honneur, il sent la fièvre d'une lieue. Allez vous coucher.
+\3
+ Pourquoi donc êtes-vous sorti? On dit que cela se gagne. Allez vous
+coucher.
+\5, \[au dernier étonnement\]
+ Que j'aille me coucher!
+\persona{Tous Les Acteurs Ensemble}
+ Eh! sans doute.
+\5, \[les regardant tous\]
+ En effet, Messieurs, je crois que je ne ferai pas mal de me retirer; je
+sens que Je ne suis pas ici dans mon assiette ordinaire.
+\2
+ A demain, toujours, si vous êtes mieux.
+\1
+ Bazile! je serai chez vous de très bonne heure.
+\4
+ Croyez-moi, tenez-vous bien chaudement dans votre lit.
+\3
+ Bonsoir, Monsieur Bazile.
+\5, \[à part\]
+ Diable emporte si j'y comprends rien; et sans cette bourse\points
+\persona{Tous}
+ Bonsoir, Bazile, bonsoir.
+\5, \[en s'en allant\]
+ Eh bien! bonsoir donc, bonsoir. \[Ils l'accompagnent tous en
+riant.\]
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \persona{Les Acteurs Pr\'ec\'edents}, excepté \5 \)
+
+\2, \[d'un ton important\]
+ Cet homme-là n'est pas bien du tout.
+\3
+ Il a les yeux égarés.
+\1
+ Le grand air l'aura saisi.
+\4
+ Avez-vous vu comme il parlait tout seul? Ce que c'est que de nous!
+\[A Bartholo.\] Ah çà, vous décidez-vous, cette fois? \[Il lui pousse un
+fauteuil très loin du Comte, et lui présente le linge.\]
+\1
+ Avant de finir, Madame, je dois vous dire un mot essentiel au progrès de
+l'art que j'ai l'honneur de vous enseigner. \[Il s'approche et lui parle
+bas à l'oreille.\]
+\2, \[à Figaro\]
+ Eh mais! il semble que vous le fassiez exprès de vous approcher, et de
+vous mettre devant moi, pour m'empêcher de voir\points
+\1, \[bas, à Rosine\]
+ Nous avons la clef de la jalousie, et nous serons ici à minuit.
+\4 \[passe le linge au cou de Bartholo\]
+ Quoi voir? Si c'était une leçon de danse, on vous passerait d'y
+regarder; mais du chant\points Ahi, ahi!
+\2
+ Qu'est-ce que c'est?
+\4
+ Je ne sais ce qui m'est entré dans l'oeil. \[Il rapproche sa tête.\]
+\2
+ Ne frottez donc pas.
+\4
+ C'est le gauche. Voudriez-vous me faire le plaisir d'y souffler un peu
+fort?
+Bartholo prend la tête de Figaro, regarde pardessus, le pousse violemment
+et va derrière les Amants écouter leur conversation.
+\1, \[bas, à Rosine\]
+ Et quant à votre lettre, je me suis trouvé tantôt dans un tel embarras
+pour rester ici\points
+\4, \[de loin, pour avertir\]
+ Hem!\points hem!\points
+\1
+ Désolé de voir encore mon déguisement inutile\points
+\2, \[passant entre deux\]
+ Votre déguisement inutile!
+\3, \[effrayée\]
+ Ah!\points
+\2
+ Fort bien, Madame, ne vous gênez pas. Comment! sous mes yeux mêmes, en ma
+présence, on m'ose outrager de la sorte!
+\1
+ Qu'avez-vous donc, Seigneur?
+\2
+ Perfide Alonzo!
+\1
+ Seigneur Bartholo, si vous avez souvent des lubies comme celle dont le
+hasard me rend témoin, je ne suis plus étonné de l'éloignement que
+Mademoiselle a pour devenir votre femme.
+\3
+ Sa femme! Moi! Passer mes jours auprès d'un vieux jaloux, qui, pour tout
+bonheur, offre à ma jeunesse un esclavage abominable!
+\2
+ Ah! qu'est-ce que j'entends!
+\3
+ Oui, je le dis tout haut: je donnerai mon coeur et ma main à celui qui
+pourra m'arracher de cette horrible prison, où ma personne et mon bien
+sont retenus contre toute justice. \[Rosine sort.\]
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \2, \4, \1. \)
+\2
+ La colère me suffoque.
+\1
+ En effet, Seigneur, il est difficile qu'une jeune femme\points
+\4
+ Oui, une jeune femme, et un grand âge; voilà ce qui trouble la tête d'un
+vieillard.
+\2
+ Content! lorsque je les prends sur le fait! Maudit Barbier! il me prend
+des envies\points
+\4
+ Je me retire, il est fou.
+\1
+ Et moi aussi; d'honneur, il est fou.
+\4
+ Il est fou, il est fou\points \[Ils sortent.\]
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \2, seul, les poursuit.\)
+
+\0 Je suis fou! Infâmes suborneurs! émissaires du Diable, dont vous faites
+ici l'office, et qui puisse vous emporter tous!\points Je suis fou!\points Je les
+ai vus comme Je vois ce pupitre\points et me soutenir ef\-fron\-té\-ment!\points Ah! il
+n'y a que Bazile qui puisse m'expliquer ceci. Oui, envoyons-le chercher.
+Holà, quelqu'un!\points Ah! j'oublie que je n'ai personne\points Un voisin, le
+premier venu, n'importe. Il y a de quoi perdre l'esprit! il y a de quoi
+perdre l'esprit!
+\spatium{2ex}
+\(Pendant l'Entracte, le Théâtre s'obscurcit; on entend un bruit
+d'o\-ra\-ge, et l'Orchestre joue celui qui est gravé dans le Recueil de la
+Musique du \textup{Barbier}.\)
+
+
+\Acte
+
+
+\( Le Théâtre est obscur.\)
+
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \2, \5, une lanterne de papier à la main.\)
+\2
+ Comment Bazile, vous ne le connaissez pas? ce que vous dites est-il
+possible?
+\5
+ Vous m'interrogeriez cent fois, que je vous ferais toujours la même
+réponse. S'il vous a remis la lettre de Rosine, c'est sans doute un des
+émissaires du Comte. Mais, à la magnificence du présent qu'il m'a fait, il
+se pourrait que ce fût le Comte lui-même.
+\2
+ A propos de ce présent, eh! pourquoi l'avez-vous reçu?
+\5
+ Vous aviez l'air d'accord; je n'y entendais rien; et dans les cas
+difficiles à juger, une bourse d'or me paraît
+ toujours un argument sans réplique. Et puis, comme dit le proverbe, ce
+qui est bon à prendre\points
+\2
+ J'entends, est bon\points
+\5
+ A garder.
+\2, \[surpris\]
+ Ah! ah!
+\5
+ Oui, j'ai arrangé comme cela plusieurs petits proverbes avec des
+variations. Mais, allons au fait: à quoi vous arrêtez-vous?
+\2
+ En ma place, Bazile, ne feriez-vous pas les derniers efforts pour la
+posséder?
+\5
+ Ma foi non, Docteur. En toute espèce de biens, pos\-sé\-der est peu de
+chose; c'est jouir qui rend heureux: mon avis est qu'épouser une femme
+dont on n'est point aimé, c'est s'exposer\points
+\2
+ Vous craindriez les accidents?
+\5
+ Hé! hé! Monsieur\points on en voit beaucoup, cette année. je ne ferais point
+violence à son coeur.
+\2
+ Votre valet, Bazile. Il vaut mieux qu'elle pleure de m'avoir, que moi je
+meure de ne l'avoir pas,
+\5
+ Il y va de la vie? Épousez, Docteur, épousez.
+\2
+ Ainsi ferai-je, et cette nuit même.
+\5
+ Adieu donc. Souvenez-vous, en parlant à la Pupille, de les rendre
+tous plus noirs que l'enfer.
+\2
+ Vous avez raison.
+\5
+ La calomnie, Docteur, la calomnie. Il faut toujours en venir là.
+\2
+ Voici la lettre de Rosine, que cet Alonzo m'a remise; et il m'a montré,
+sans le vouloir, l'usage que J'en dois faire auprès d'elle.
+\5
+ Adieu: nous serons tous ici à quatre heures.
+\2
+ Pourquoi pas plus tôt? ,
+\5
+ Impossible: le Notaire est retenu.
+\2
+ Pour un mariage?
+\5
+ Oui, chez le Barbier Figaro; c'est sa nièce qu'il marie.
+\2
+ Sa nièce? il n'en a pas.
+\5
+ Voilà ce qu'ils ont dit au Notaire.
+\2
+ Ce drôle est du complot, que diable!
+\5
+ Est-ce que vous penseriez?\points
+\2
+ Ma foi, ces gens-là sont si alertes! Tenez, mon ami, je ne suis pas
+tranquille. Retournez chez le Notaire. Qu'il vienne ici sur-le-champ avec
+vous.
+\5
+ Il pleut, il fait un temps du diable; mais rien ne m'arrête pour vous
+servir. Que faites-vous donc?
+\2
+ Je vous reconduis: n'ont-ils pas fait estropier tout mon monde par ce
+Figaro! Je suis seul ici.
+\5
+ J'ai ma lanterne.
+\2
+ Tenez, Bazile, voilà mon passe-partout, je vous attends, je veille; et
+vienne qui voudra, hors le Notaire et vous, personne n'entrera dans la
+nuit.
+\5
+ Avec ces précautions, vous êtes sûr de votre fait.
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \3, Seule, sortant de sa chambre.\)
+
+\0 Il me semblait avoir entendu parler. Il est minuit sonné; Lindor ne
+vient point! Ce mauvais temps même était propre à le favoriser. Sûr de ne
+rencontrer personne\points Ah! Lindor! si vous m'aviez trompée! Quel bruit
+entends-je?\points Dieux! c'est mon Tuteur. Rentrons.
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \3, \2\)
+\2 \[rentre avec de la lumière\]
+ Ah! Rosine, puisque vous n'êtes pas encore rentrée dans votre
+appartement\points
+\3
+ Je vais me retirer.
+\2
+ Par le temps affreux qu'il fait, vous ne reposerez pas, et j'ai des
+choses très pressées à vous dire.
+\3
+ Que me voulez-vous, Monsieur? N'est-ce donc pas assez d'être tourmentée
+le Jour?
+\2
+ Rosine, écoutez-moi.
+\3
+ Demain je vous entendrai.
+\2
+ Un moment, de grâce.
+\3
+ S'il allait venir!
+\2 \[lui montre sa lettre\]
+ Connaissez-vous cette lettre?
+\3 \[la reconnaît\]
+ Ah! grands Dieux!\points
+\2
+ Mon intention, Rosine, n'est point de vous faire de reproches: à votre
+âge on peut s'égarer; mais je suis votre ami, écoutez-moi.
+\3
+ Je n'en puis plus.
+\2
+ Cette lettre que vous avez écrite au Comte Almaviva\points
+\3, \[étonnée\]
+ Au Comte Almaviva!
+\2
+ Voyez quel homme affreux est ce Comte: aussitôt qu'il l'a reçue, il en a
+fait trophée; je la tiens d'une femme à qui il l'a sacrifiée.
+\3
+ Le Comte Almaviva!\points
+\2
+ Vous avez peine à vous persuader cette horreur. L'inexpérience, Rosine,
+rend votre sexe confiant et crédule; mais apprenez dans quel piège on
+vous attirait. Cette femme m'a fait donner avis de tout, apparemment pour
+écarter une rivale aussi dangereuse que vous. J'en frémis! le plus
+abominable complot entre Almaviva, Figaro et cet Alonzo, cet élève supposé
+de Bazile, qui porte un autre nom et n'est que le vil agent du Comte,
+allait vous entraîner dans un abîme dont rien n'eût pu vous tirer.
+\3, \[accablée\]
+Quelle horreur!\points quoi Lindor!\points quoi ce jeune homme!\points
+\2, \[à part\]
+ Ah! c'est Lindor.
+{\pretolerance=300
+\3
+ C'est pour le Comte Almaviva\points C'est pour un autre\points
+\par}
+\2
+ Voilà ce qu'on m'a dit en me remettant votre lettre.
+\3, \[outrée\]
+ Ah! quelle indignité!\points Il en sera puni\points Monsieur, vous avez désiré
+de m'épouser?
+\2
+ Tu connais la vivacité de mes sentiments.
+\3
+ S'il peut vous en rester encore, je suis à vous.
+\2
+ Eh bien! le Notaire viendra cette nuit même.
+\3
+ Ce n'est pas tout; ô Ciel! suis-je assez humiliée!\points Apprenez que dans
+peu le perfide ose entrer par cette jalousie, dont ils ont eu l'art de
+vous dérober la clef.
+\2, \[regardant au trousseau\]
+ Ah! les scélérats! Mon enfant, je ne te quitte plus.
+\3, \[avec effroi\]
+ Ah! Monsieur, et s'ils sont armés?
+\2
+ Tu as raison; je perdrais ma vengeance. Monte chez Marceline:
+enferme-toi chez elle à double tour. Je vais chercher main-forte, et
+l'attendre auprès de la maison. Arrêté comme voleur, nous aurons le
+plaisir d'en être à la fois vengés et délivrés! Et compte que mon amour te
+dédommagera\points
+\3, \[au désespoir\]
+ Oubliez seulement mon erreur. (à part.) Ah, je m'en punis assez!
+\2, \[s'en allant\]
+ Allons nous embusquer. A la fin je la tiens. \[Il sort.\]
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \3, seule.\)
+
+\0 Son amour me dédommagera!\points Malheureuse!\points \[Elle tire
+son mouchoir, et s'abandonne aux larmes.\] Que faire?\points Il
+va venir. Je veux rester, et feindre avec lui, pour le contempler
+un moment dans toute sa noirceur. La bassesse de son procédé sera
+mon préservatif\points Ah! j'en ai grand besoin. Figure noble! Air
+doux! une voix si tendre!\points et ce n'est que le vil agent d'un
+corrupteur! Ah, malheureuse! malheureuse!\points Ciel! on ouvre la
+jalousie! \[Elle se sauve.\]
+
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \1, \4, enveloppé d'un manteau, paraît à la fenêtre. \)
+
+\4 \[parle en dehors\]
+ Quelqu'un s'enfuit; entrerai-je?
+\1, \[en dehors\]
+ Un homme?
+\4
+ Non.
+\1
+ C'est Rosine que ta figure atroce aura mise en fuite.
+\4 \[saute dans la chambre\]
+ Ma foi, je le crois\points Nous voici enfin arrivés, malgré la pluie, la
+foudre et les éclairs.
+\1, \[enveloppé d'un long manteau\]
+ Donne-moi la main. \[Il saute à son tour.\] A nous la victoire!
+\4 \[jette son manteau\]
+ Nous sommes tout percés. Charmant temps pour aller en bonne fortune!
+Monseigneur, comment trouvez-vous cette nuit?
+\1
+ Superbe pour un amant.
+\4
+ Oui, mais pour un confident?\points Et si quelqu'un allait nous surprendre
+ici?
+\1
+ N'es-tu pas avec moi? J'ai bien une autre inquiétude: c'est de la
+déterminer à quitter sur-le-champ la maison du Tuteur.
+\4
+ Vous avez pour vous trois passions toutes-puissantes sur le beau sexe:
+l'amour, la haine, et la crainte.
+\1 \[regarde dans l'obscurité\]
+ Comment lui annoncer brusquement que le Notaire l'attend chez toi pour
+nous unir? Elle trouvera mon projet bien hardi. Elle va me nommer
+audacieux.
+\4
+ Si elle vous nomme audacieux, vous l'appellerez cruelle. Les femmes
+aiment beaucoup qu'on les appelle cruelles. Au surplus, si son amour est
+tel que vous le désirez, vous lui direz qui vous êtes; elle ne doutera
+plus de vos sentiments.
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \1, \3, \4 \)
+
+\( Figaro allume toutes les bougies qui sont sur la table. \)
+
+\1
+ La voici. Ma belle Rosine!\points
+\3, \[d'un ton très composé\]
+ Je commençais, Monsieur, à craindre que vous ne vinssiez pas.
+\1
+ Charmante inquiétude!\points Mademoiselle, il ne me convient point d'abuser
+des circonstances pour vous proposer de partager le sort d'un infortuné;
+mais, quelque asile que vous choisissiez, je jure mon honneur\points
+\3
+ Monsieur, si le don de ma main n'avait pas dû suivre à l'instant celui de
+mon coeur, vous ne seriez pas ici. Que la né\-ces\-si\-té justifie à vos yeux ce
+que cette entrevue a d'irrégulier!
+\1
+ Vous, Rosine! la compagne d'un malheureux! sans fortune, sans
+naissance!\points
+\3
+ La naissance, la fortune! Laissons là les jeux du hasard, et si vous
+m'assurez que vos intentions sont pures\points
+\1, \[à ses pieds\]
+ Ah! Rosine, je vous adore!\points
+\3, \[indignée\]
+ Arrêtez, malheureux!\points vous osez profaner!\points Tu m'adores!\points Va! tu
+n'es plus dangereux pour moi; j'attendais ce mot pour te détester. Mais
+avant de t'abandonner au remords qui t'attend, \[en pleurant\] apprends
+que je t'aimais; apprends que je faisais mon bonheur de partager ton
+mauvais sort. Misérable Lindor! j'allais tout quitter pour te suivre. Mais
+le lâche abus que tu as fait de mes bontés, et l'indignité de cet affreux
+Comte Almaviva, à qui tu me vendais, ont fait rentrer dans mes mains ce
+témoignage de ma faiblesse. Connais-tu cette lettre?
+\1, \[vivement\]
+ Que votre Tuteur vous a remise?
+\3, \[fièrement\]
+ Oui, je lui en ai l'obligation.
+\1
+ Dieux, que je suis heureux! Il la tient de moi. Dans mon embarras, hier,
+je m'en servis pour arracher sa confiance, et je n'ai pu trouver l'instant
+de vous en informer. Ah, Rosine! Il est donc vrai que vous m'aimiez
+véritablement!\points
+\4
+ Monseigneur, vous cherchiez une femme qui vous aimât pour vous-même\points
+\3
+ Monseigneur! que dit-il?
+\1, \[jetant son large manteau, paraît en habit magnifique\]
+ O la plus aimée des femmes! il n'est plus temps de vous abuser:
+l'heureux homme que vous voyez à vos pieds n'est point Lindor; je suis le
+Comte Almaviva, qui meurt d'amour et vous cherche en vain depuis six mois.
+\3 \[tombe dans les bras du Comte\]
+ Ah!\points
+\1, \[effrayé\]
+ Figaro?
+\4
+ Point d'inquiétude, Monseigneur; la douce émotion de la joie n'a jamais
+de suites fâcheuses; la voilà, la voilà qui reprend ses sens; morbleu
+qu'elle est belle!
+\3
+ Ah! Lindor!\points Ah Monsieur! que je suis coupable! j'allais me donner
+cette nuit même à mon Tuteur.
+\1
+ Vous, Rosine!
+\3
+ Ne voyez que ma punition! j'aurais passé ma vie à vous détester. Ah
+Lindor! le plus affreux supplice n'est-il pas de haïr, quand on sent qu'on
+est faite pour aimer?
+\4 \[regarde à la fenêtre\]
+ Monseigneur, le retour est fer\-mé; l'échelle est enlevée.
+\1
+ Enlevée!
+\3, \[troublée\]
+ Oui, c'est moi\points c'est le Docteur. Voilà le fruit de ma crédulité. Il
+m'a trompée. J'ai tout avoué, tout trahi: il sait que vous êtes ici, et
+va venir avec main-forte.
+\4 \[regarde encore\]
+ Monseigneur! on ouvre la porte de la rue.
+\3, \[courant dans les bras du Comte, avec frayeur\]
+Ah Lindor!\points
+\1, \[avec fermeté\]
+ Rosine, vous m'aimez. Je ne crains personne; et vous serez ma femme.
+J'aurai donc le plaisir de punir à mon gré l'odieux vieillard!\points
+\3
+ Non, non, grâce pour lui, cher Lindor! Mon coeur est si plein, que la
+vengeance ne peut y trouver place.
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \8, \5, \persona{Les Acteurs Pr\'ec\'edents}\)
+\4
+ Monseigneur, c'est notre Notaire.
+\1
+ Et l'ami Bazile avec lui!
+\5
+ Ah! qu'est-ce que j'aperçois?
+\4
+ Eh! par quel hasard, notre ami\points
+\5
+ Par quel accident, Messieurs\points
+\8
+ Sont-ce là les futurs conjoints?
+\1
+ Oui, Monsieur. Vous deviez unir la Signora Rosine et moi cette nuit, chez
+le Barbier Figaro; mais nous avons préféré cette maison, pour des raisons
+que vous saurez. Avez-vous notre contrat?
+\8
+ J'ai donc l'honneur de parler à Son Excellence Monseigneur le Comte
+Almaviva?
+\4
+ Précisément.
+\5, \[à part\]
+ Si c'est pour cela qu'il m'a donné le passe-partout.
+\8
+ C'est que j'ai deux contrats de mariage, Monseigneur; ne confondons
+point: voici le vôtre; et c'est ici celui du Seigneur Bartholo avec la
+Signora\points Rosine aussi. Les Demoiselles apparemment sont deux soeurs qui
+portent le même nom.
+\1
+ Signons toujours. Don Bazile voudra bien nous servir de second témoin.
+\[Ils signent.\]
+\5
+ Mais, Votre Excellence\points je ne comprends pas\points
+\1
+ Mon Maître Bazile, un rien vous embarrasse, et vous étonne.
+\5
+ Monseigneur\points Mais si le Docteur\points
+\1, \[lui jetant une bourse\]
+ Vous faites l'enfant! Signez donc vite.
+\5, \[étonné\]
+ Ah! ah!\points
+\4
+ Où donc est la difficulté de signer?
+\5, \[pesant la bourse\]
+ Il n'y en a plus; mais c'est que moi, quand j'ai donné ma parole une
+fois, il faut des motifs d'un grand poids\points \[Il signe.\]
+
+
+ \Scene
+
+\( \2, \persona{un Alcade}, \persona{des Alguazils},
+ \persona{des Valets} avec des flambeaux, et
+ \persona{Les Acteurs Pr\'ec\'edents}\)
+
+\2 \[voit le Comte baiser la main de Rosine, et Figaro qui embrasse
+grotesquement Don Bazile: il crie en prenant le Notaire à la gorge.\]
+ Rosine avec ces fripons! arrêtez tout le monde. J'en tiens un au collet.
+\8
+ C'est votre Notaire.
+\5
+ C'est votre Notaire. Vous moquez-vous?
+\2
+ Ah! Don Bazile. Eh! comment êtes-vous ici?
+\5
+ Mais plutôt vous, comment n'y êtes-vous pas?
+\9, \[montrant Figaro\]
+ Un moment; je connais celui-ci. Que viens-tu faire en cette maison, à
+des heures indues?
+\4
+ Heure indue? Monsieur voit bien qu'il est aussi près du matin que du
+soir. D'ailleurs, je suis de la compagnie de Son Excellence le Comte
+Almaviva.
+\2
+ Almaviva.
+\9
+ Ce ne sont donc pas des voleurs?
+\2
+ Laissons cela. Partout ailleurs, Monsieur le Com\-te, je suis le
+serviteur de Votre Excellence; mais vous sentez que la supériorité du
+rang est ici sans force. Ayez, s'il vous plaît, la bonté de vous retirer.
+\1
+ Oui, le rang doit être ici sans force; mais ce qui en a beaucoup, est la
+préférence que Mademoiselle vient de m'accorder sur vous, en se donnant à
+moi volontairement.
+\2
+ Que dit-il, Rosine?
+\3
+ Il dit vrai. D'où naît votre étonnement? Ne devais-je pas cette nuit même
+être vengée d'un trompeur? Je le suis.
+\5
+ Quand je vous disais que c'était le Comte lui-même, Docteur!
+\2
+ Que m'importe à moi? Plaisant mariage! Où sont les témoins?
+\8
+ Il n'y manque rien. Je suis assisté de ces deux Messieurs.
+\2
+ Comment, Bazile! vous avez signé?
+\5
+ Que voulez-vous? Ce diable d'homme a toujours ses poches pleines
+d'arguments irrésistibles.
+\2
+ Je me moque de ses arguments. J'userai de mon autorité.
+\1
+ Vous l'avez perdue, en en abusant.
+\2
+ La demoiselle est mineure.
+\4
+ Elle vient de s'émanciper.
+\2
+ Qui te parle à toi, maître fripon?
+\1
+ Mademoiselle est noble et belle; je suis homme de qualité, jeune et
+riche; elle est ma femme; à ce titre qui nous honore également,
+prétend-on me la disputer?
+\2
+ Jamais on ne l'ôtera de mes mains.
+\1
+ Elle n'est plus en votre pouvoir. Je la mets sous l'autorité des Lois;
+et Monsieur, que vous avez amené vous-même, la protégera contre la
+violence que vous voulez lui faire. Les vrais magistrats sont les soutiens
+de tous ceux qu'on opprime.
+\9
+ Certainement. Et cette inutile résistance au plus honorable mariage
+indique assez sa frayeur sur la mauvaise administration des biens de sa
+Pupille, dont il faudra qu'il rende compte.
+\1
+ Ah! qu'il consente à tout, et je ne lui demande rien
+\4
+ Que la quittance de mes cent écus: ne perdons pas la tête.
+\2, \[irrité\]
+ Ils étaient tous contre moi; je me suis fourré la tête dans un guêpier!
+\5
+ Quel guêpier? Ne pouvant avoir la femme, calculez, Docteur, que l'argent
+vous reste; et\points
+\2
+ Eh! laissez-moi donc en repos, Bazile! Vous ne songez qu'à l'argent. Je
+me soucie bien de l'argent, moi! A la bonne heure, je le garde; mais
+croyez-vous que ce soit le motif qui me détermine? \[Il signe.\]
+\4, \[riant\]
+ Ah, ah, ah, Monseigneur; ils sont de la même famille.
+\8
+ Mais, Messieurs, je n'y comprends plus rien. Est-ce qu'elles ne sont pas
+deux Demoiselles qui portent le même nom?
+\4
+ Non, Monsieur, elles ne sont qu'une.
+\2, \[se désolant\]
+ Et moi qui leur ai enlevé l'échelle, pour que le mariage fût plus sûr!
+Ah! je me suis perdu faute de soins.
+\4
+ Faute de sens. Mais soyons vrais, Docteur; quand la jeunesse et l'amour
+sont d'accord pour tromper un vieillard, tout ce qu'il fait pour
+l'empêcher peut bien s'appeler à bon droit la \textit{Précaution inutile}.
+\endDrama
+\end{document}
+
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+\chap \incipit{Gallia} est omnis divisa in partes tres, quarum unam
+incolunt Belgae, aliam Aquitani, tertiam qui ipsorum lingua Celtae,
+nostra Galli appellantur. \sect Hi omnes lingua, institutis, legibus
+inter se differunt. Gallos ab Aquitanis Garumna flumen, a Belgis
+Matrona et Sequana dividit. \sect Horum omnium fortissimi sunt
+Belgae, propterea quod a cultu atque humanitate provinciae longissime
+absunt, minimeque ad eos mercatores saepe commeant atque ea quae ad
+effeminandos animos pertinent important, proximique sunt Germanis,
+qui trans Rhenum incolunt, quibuscum continenter bellum gerunt.
+
+\sect Qua de causa Helvetii quoque reliquos Gallos virtute praecedunt,
+quod fere cotidianis proeliis cum Germanis contendunt, cum aut suis
+finibus eos prohibent aut ipsi in eorum finibus bellum gerunt. \sect
+Eorum una, pars, quam Gallos obtinere dictum est, initium capit
+a flumine Rhodano, continetur Garumna flumine, Oceano, finibus
+Belgarum, attingit etiam ab Sequanis et Helvetiis flumen Rhenum,
+vergit ad septentriones. \sect Belgae ab extremis Galliae finibus
+oriuntur, pertinent ad inferiorem partem fluminis Rheni, spectant in
+septentrionem et orientem solem. \sect Aquitania a Garumna flumine ad
+Pyrenaeos montes et eam partem Oceani quae est ad Hispaniam pertinet;
+spectat inter occasum solis et septentriones.
+
+\chap Apud Helvetios longe nobilissimus fuit et ditissimus Orgetorix. Is
+M. Messala, [et P.] M. Pisone consulibus regni cupiditate inductus
+coniurationem nobilitatis fecit et civitati persuasit ut de finibus suis
+cum omnibus copiis exirent: \sect perfacile esse, cum virtute omnibus
+praestarent, totius Galliae imperio potiri. \sect Id hoc facilius iis
+persuasit, quod undique loci natura Helvetii continentur: una ex parte
+flumine Rheno latissimo atque altissimo, qui agrum Helvetium a
+Germanis dividit; altera ex parte monte Iura altissimo, qui est inter
+Sequanos et Helvetios; tertia lacu Lemanno et flumine Rhodano, qui
+provinciam nostram ab Helvetiis dividit. \sect His rebus fiebat ut et minus
+late vagarentur et minus facile finitimis bellum inferre possent; qua
+ex parte homines bellandi cupidi magno dolore adficiebantur. \sect Pro
+multitudine autem hominum et pro gloria belli atque fortitudinis angustos
+se fines habere arbitrabantur, qui in longitudinem milia passuum
+\textsc{ccxl}, in latitudinem \textsc{clxxx} patebant.
+
+\chap His rebus adducti et auctoritate Orgetorigis permoti
+constituerunt ea quae ad proficiscendum pertinerent comparare,
+iumentorum et carrorum quam maximum numerum coemere, sementes
+quam maximas facere, ut in itinere copia frumenti suppeteret, cum
+proximis civitatibus pacem et amicitiam confirmare. \sect Ad eas res
+conficiendas biennium sibi satis esse duxerunt; in tertium annum
+profectionem lege confirmant. \sect Ad eas res conficiendas Orgetorix
+deligitur. Is sibi legationem ad civitates suscipit. In eo itinere
+persuadet Castico, Catamantaloedis filio, Sequano, cuius pater regnum
+in Sequanis multos annos obtinuerat et a senatu populi Romani amicus
+appellatus erat, ut regnum in civitate sua occuparet, quod pater ante
+habuerit; \sect itemque Dumnorigi Haeduo, fratri Diviciaci, qui eo
+tempore principatum in civitate obtinebat ac maxime plebi acceptus
+erat, ut idem conaretur persuadet eique filiam suam in matrimonium
+dat. \sect Perfacile factu esse illis probat conata perficere,
+propterea quod ipse suae civitatis imperium obtenturus esset: non
+esse dubium quin totius Galliae plurimum Helvetii possent; se suis
+copiis suoque exercitu illis regna conciliaturum confirmat. \sect Hac
+oratione adducti inter se fidem et ius iurandum dant et regno occupato
+per tres potentissimos ac firmissimos populos totius Galliae sese
+potiri posse sperant.
+
+\chap Ea res est Helvetiis per indicium enuntiata. Moribus suis Orgetoricem
+ex vinculis causam dicere coegerunt; damnatum poenam sequi oportebat, ut
+igni cremaretur. \sect Die constituta causae dictionis Orgetorix ad
+iudicium omnem suam familiam, ad hominum milia decem, undique coegit, et
+omnes clientes obaeratosque suos, quorum magnum numerum habebat, eodem
+conduxit; per eos ne causam diceret se eripuit. \sect Cum civitas ob eam
+rem incitata armis ius suum exequi conaretur multitudinemque hominum ex
+agris magistratus cogerent, Orgetorix mortuus est; \sect neque abest
+suspicio, ut Helvetii arbitrantur, quin ipse sibi mortem consciverit.
+\chap Post eius mortem nihilo minus Helvetii id quod constituerant
+facere conantur, ut e finibus suis exeant. \sect Ubi iam se ad eam rem
+paratos esse arbitrati sunt, oppida sua omnia, numero ad duodecim,
+vicos ad quadringentos, reliqua privata aedificia incendunt; \sect
+frumentum omne, praeter quod secum portaturi erant, comburunt, ut
+domum reditionis spe sublata paratiores ad omnia pericula subeunda
+essent; trium mensum molita cibaria sibi quemque domo efferre iubent.
+Persuadent Rauracis et Tulingis et Latobrigis finitimis, uti eodem usi
+consilio oppidis suis vicisque exustis una cum iis proficiscantur,
+Boiosque, qui trans Rhenum incoluerant et in agrum Noricum transierant
+Noreiamque oppugnabant, receptos ad se socios sibi adsciscunt.
+\chap Erant omnino itinera duo, quibus itineribus domo exire possent:
+unum per Sequanos, angustum et difficile, inter montem Iuram et flumen
+Rhodanum, vix qua singuli carri ducerentur, mons autem altissimus
+impendebat, ut facile perpauci prohibere possent; \sect alterum per
+provinciam nostram, multo facilius atque expeditius, propterea quod
+inter fines Helvetiorum et Allobrogum, qui nuper pacati erant,
+Rhodanus fluit isque non nullis locis vado transitur. \sect Extremum
+oppidum Allobrogum est proximumque Helvetiorum finibus Genava. Ex eo
+oppido pons ad Helvetios pertinet. Allobrogibus sese vel persuasuros,
+quod nondum bono animo in populum Romanum viderentur, existimabant vel
+vi coacturos ut per suos fines eos ire paterentur. Omnibus rebus ad
+profectionem comparatis diem dicunt, qua die ad ripam Rhodani omnes
+conveniant. Is dies erat a.~d. V. Kal.~Apr. L.~Pisone, A.~Gabinio
+consulibus.
+
+\chap \looseness=-1 Caesari cum id nuntiatum esset, eos per provincia nostram iter
+facere conari, maturat ab urbe proficisci et quam maximis potest
+itineribus in Galliam ulteriorem contendit et ad Genavam pervenit.
+\sect Provinciae toti quam maximum potest militum numerum imperat (erat
+omnino in Gallia ulteriore legio una), pontem, qui erat ad Genavam,
+iubet rescindi. \sect Ubi de eius aventu Helvetii certiores facti
+sunt, legatos ad eum mittunt nobilissimos civitatis, cuius legationis
+Nammeius et Verucloetius principem locum obtinebant, qui dicerent
+sibi esse in animo sine ullo maleficio iter per provinciam facere,
+propterea quod aliud iter haberent nullum: rogare ut eius voluntate id
+sibi facere liceat. Caesar, quod memoria tenebat L.~Cassium consulem
+occisum exercitumque eius ab Helvetiis pulsum et sub iugum missum,
+concedendum non putabat; \sect neque homines inimico animo, data
+facultate per provinciam itineris faciundi, temperaturos ab iniuria
+et maleficio existimabat. \sect Tamen, ut spatium intercedere posset
+dum milites quos imperaverat convenirent, legatis respondit diem se ad
+deliberandum sumpturum: si quid vellent, ad Id.~April. reverterentur.
+
+\chap Interea ea legione quam secum habebat militibusque, qui ex
+provincia convenerant, a lacu Lemanno, qui in flumen Rhodanum influit,
+ad montem Iuram, qui fines Sequanorum ab Helvetiis dividit, milia
+passuum \textsc{xviii} murum in altitudinem pedum sedecim fossamque perducit.
+\sect Eo opere perfecto praesidia disponit, castella communit, quo
+facilius, si se invito transire conentur, prohibere possit. \sect
+Ubi ea dies quam constituerat cum legatis venit et legati ad eum
+reverterunt, negat se more et exemplo populi Romani posse iter ulli
+per provinciam dare et, si vim lacere conentur, prohibiturum ostendit.
+\sect Helvetii ea spe deiecti navibus iunctis ratibusque compluribus
+factis, alii vadis Rhodani, qua minima altitudo fluminis erat,
+non numquam interdiu, saepius noctu si perrumpere possent conati,
+operis munitione et militum concursu et telis repulsi, hoc conatu
+destiterunt.
+\chap Relinquebatur una per Sequanos via, qua Sequanis invitis propter
+angustias ire non poterant. \sect His cum sua sponte persuadere non
+possent, legatos ad Dumnorigem Haeduum mittunt, ut eo deprecatore a
+Sequanis impetrarent. \sect Dumnorix gratia et largitione apud Sequanos
+plurimum poterat et Helvetiis erat amicus, quod ex ea civitate
+Orgetorigis filiam in matrimonium duxerat, et cupiditate regni
+adductus novis rebus studebat et quam plurimas civitates suo beneficio
+habere obstrictas volebat. \sect Itaque rem suscipit et a Sequanis
+impetrat ut per fines suos Helvetios ire patiantur, obsidesque uti
+inter sese dent perficit: Sequani, ne itinere Helvetios prohibeant,
+Helvetii, ut sine maleficio et iniuria transeant.
+\chap Caesari renuntiatur Helvetiis esse in animo per agrum
+Sequanorum et Haeduorum iter in Santonum fines facere, qui non longe
+a Tolosatium finibus absunt, quae civitas est in provincia. \sect
+Id si fieret, intellegebat magno cum periculo provinciae futurum
+ut homines bellicosos, populi Romani inimicos, locis patentibus
+maximeque frumentariis finitimos haberet. \sect Ob eas causas ei
+munitioni quam fecerat T.~Labienum legatum praeficit; ipse in
+Italiam magnis itineribus contendit duasque ibi legiones conscribit
+et tres, quae circum Aquileiam hiemabant, ex hibernis educit et,
+qua proximum iter in ulteriorem Galliam per Alpes erat, cum his
+quinque legionibus ire contendit. \sect Ibi Ceutrones et Graioceli et
+Caturiges locis superioribus occupatis itinere exercitum prohibere
+conantur. Compluribus his proeliis pulsis ab Ocelo, quod est
+$\langle$oppidum$\rangle$ citerioris provinciae extremum, in fines
+Vocontiorum ulterioris provinciae die septimo pervenit; inde in
+Allobrogum fines, ab Allobrogibus in Segusiavos exercitum ducit. Hi
+sunt extra provinciam trans Rhodanum primi.
+\chap Helvetii iam per angustias et fines Sequanorum suas copias
+traduxerant et in Haeduorum fines pervenerant eorumque agros
+populabantur. \sect Haedui, cum se suaque ab iis defendere non possent,
+legatos ad Caesarem mittunt rogatum auxilium: \sect ita se omni tempore
+de populo Romano meritos esse ut paene in conspectu exercitus nostri
+agri vastari, liberi [eorum] in servitutem abduci, oppida expugnari
+non debuerint. Eodem tempore $\langle$quo$\rangle$ Haedui Ambarri,
+necessarii et consanguinei Haeduorum, Caesarem certiorem faciunt sese
+depopulatis agris non facile ab oppidis vim hostium prohibere. \sect
+Item Allobroges, qui trans Rhodanum vicos possessionesque habebant,
+fuga se ad Caesarem recipiunt et demonstrant sibi praeter agri solum
+nihil esse reliqui. \sect Quibus rebus adductus Caesar non expectandum
+sibi statuit dum, omnibus, fortunis sociorum consumptis, in Santonos
+Helvetii pervenirent.
+\chap Flumen est Arar, quod per fines Haeduorum et Sequanorum in
+Rhodanum influit, incredibili lenitate, ita ut oculis in utram partem
+fluat iudicari non possit. Id Helvetii ratibus ac lintribus iunctis
+transibant. \sect Ubi per exploratores Caesar certior factus est tres
+iam partes copiarum Helvetios id flumen traduxisse, quartam vero
+partem citra flumen Ararim reliquam esse, de tertia vigilia cum
+legionibus tribus e castris profectus ad eam partem pervenit quae
+nondum flumen transierat. \sect Eos impeditos et inopinantes adgressus
+magnam partem eorum concidit; reliqui sese fugae mandarunt atque in
+proximas silvas abdiderunt. \sect Is pagus appellabatur Tigurinus;
+nam omnis civitas Helvetia in quattuor pagos divisa est. \sect Hic
+pagus unus, cum domo exisset, patrum nostrorum memoria L.~Cassium
+consulem interfecerat et eius exercitum sub iugum miserat. \sect
+Ita sive casu sive consilio deorum immortalium quae pars civitatis
+Helvetiae insignem calamitatem populo Romano intulerat, ea princeps
+poenam persolvit. \sect Qua in re Caesar non solum publicas, sed
+etiam privatas iniurias ultus est, quod eius soceri L.~Pisonis avum,
+L.~Pisonem legatum, Tigurini eodem proelio quo Cassium interfecerant.
+\chap Hoc proelio facto, reliquas copias Helvetiorum ut consequi
+posset, pontem in Arari faciendum curat atque ita exercitum traducit.
+\sect Helvetii repentino eius adventu commoti cum id quod ipsi
+diebus \textsc{xx} aegerrime confecerant, ut flumen transirent, illum uno
+die fecisse intellegerent, legatos ad eum mittunt; cuius legationis
+Divico princeps fuit, qui bello Cassiano dux Helvetiorum fuerat.
+\sect Is ita cum Caesare egit: si pacem populus Romanus cum Helvetiis
+faceret, in eam partem ituros atque ibi futuros Helvetios ubi
+eos Caesar constituisset atque esse voluisset; \sect sin bello
+persequi perseveraret, reminisceretur et veteris incommodi populi
+Romani et pristinae virtutis Helvetiorum. Quod improviso unum pagum
+adortus esset, cum ii qui flumen transissent suis auxilium ferre non
+possent, ne ob eam rem aut suae magnopere virtuti tribueret aut ipsos
+despiceret. Se ita a patribus maioribusque suis didicisse, ut magis
+virtute contenderent quam dolo aut insidiis niterentur. \sect Quare ne
+committeret ut is locus ubi constitissent ex calamitate populi Romani
+et internecione exercitus nomen caperet aut memoriam proderet.
+
+\chap His Caesar ita respondit: eo sibi minus dubitationis dari, quod
+eas res quas legati Helvetii commemorassent memoria teneret, atque eo
+gravius ferre quo minus merito populi Romani accidissent; \sect qui si
+alicuius iniuriae sibi conscius fuisset, non fuisse difficile cavere;
+sed eo deceptum, quod neque commissum a se intellegeret quare timeret
+neque sine causa timendum putaret. \sect Quod si veteris contumeliae
+oblivisci vellet, num etiam recentium iniuriarum, quod eo invito iter
+per provinciam per vim temptassent, quod Haeduos, quod Ambarros, quod
+Allobrogas vexassent, memoriam deponere posse? \sect Quod sua victoria
+tam insolenter gloriarentur quodque tam diu se impune iniurias tulisse
+admirarentur, eodem pertinere. \sect Consuesse enim deos immortales,
+quo gravius homines ex commutatione rerum doleant, quos pro scelere
+eorum ulcisci velint, his secundiores interdum res et diuturniorem
+impunitatem concedere. \sect Cum ea ita sint, tamen, si obsides ab
+iis sibi dentur, uti ea quae polliceantur facturos intellegat, et si
+Haeduis de iniuriis quas ipsis sociisque eorum intulerint, item si
+Allobrogibus satis faciunt, sese cum iis pacem esse facturum. \sect
+Divico respondit: ita Helvetios a maioribus suis institutos esse uti
+obsides accipere, non dare, consuerint; eius rem populum Romanum esse
+testem. Hoc responso dato discessit.
+
+\chap Postero die castra ex eo loco movent. Idem facit Caesar
+equitatumque omnem, ad numerum quattuor milium, quem ex omni provincia
+et Haeduis atque eorum sociis coactum habebat, praemittit, qui videant
+quas in partes hostes iter faciant. Qui cupidius novissimum agmen
+insecuti alieno loco cum equitatu Helvetiorum proelium committunt;
+et pauci de nostris cadunt. \sect Quo proelio sublati Helvetii, quod
+quingentis equitibus tantam multitudinem equitum propulerant, audacius
+subsistere non numquam et novissimo agmine proelio nostros lacessere
+coeperunt. Caesar suos a proelio continebat, ac satis habebat in
+praesentia hostem rapinis, pabulationibus populationibusque prohibere.
+\sect ita dies circiter \textsc{xv} iter fecerunt uti inter novissimum hostium
+agmen et nostrum primum non amplius quinis aut senis milibus passuum
+interesset.
+
+\chap Interim cotidie Caesar Haeduos frumentum, quod essent publice
+polliciti, flagitare. \sect Nam propter frigora [quod Gallia sub
+septentrionibus, ut ante dictum est, posita est,] non modo frumenta
+in agris matura non erant, sed ne pabuli quidem satis magna copia
+suppetebat; \sect eo autem frumento quod flumine Arari navibus
+subvexerat propterea uti minus poterat quod iter ab Arari Helvetii
+averterant, a quibus discedere nolebat. \sect Diem ex die ducere
+Haedui: conferri, comportari, adesse dicere. \sect Ubi se diutius
+duci intellexit et diem instare quo die frumentum militibus metiri
+oporteret, convocatis eorum principibus, quorum magnam copiam in
+castris habebat, in his Diviciaco et Lisco, qui summo magistratui
+praeerat, quem vergobretum appellant Haedui, qui creatur annuus
+et vitae necisque in suos habet potestatem, graviter eos accusat,
+\sect quod, cum neque emi neque ex agris sumi possit, tam necessario
+tempore, tam propinquis hostibus ab iis non sublevetur, praesertim cum
+magna ex parte eorum precibus adductus bellum susceperit[; multo etiam
+gravius quod sit destitutus queritur].
+
+\chap Tum demum Liscus oratione Caesaris adductus quod antea tacuerat
+proponit: esse non nullos, quorum auctoritas apud plebem plurimum
+valeat, qui privatim plus possint quam ipsi magistratus. \sect Hos
+seditiosa atque improba oratione multitudinem deterrere, ne frumentum
+conferant quod debeant: \sect praestare, si iam principatum Galliae
+obtinere non possint, Gallorum quam Romanorum imperia perferre, \sect
+neque dubitare [debeant] quin, si Helvetios superaverint Romani, una
+cum reliqua Gallia Haeduis libertatem sint erepturi. \sect Ab isdem
+nostra consilia quaeque in castris gerantur hostibus enuntiari; hos a
+se coerceri non posse. \sect Quin etiam, quod necessariam rem coactus
+Caesari enuntiarit, intellegere sese quanto id cum periculo fecerit,
+et ob eam causam quam diu potuerit tacuisse.
+
+\chap Caesar hac oratione Lisci Dumnorigem, Diviciaci fratrem,
+designari sentiebat, sed, quod pluribus praesentibus eas res iactari
+nolebat, celeriter concilium dimittit, Liscum retinet. \sect Quaerit
+ex solo ea quae in conventu dixerat. Dicit liberius atque audacius.
+Eadem secreto ab aliis quaerit; reperit esse vera: \sect ipsum esse
+Dumnorigem, summa audacia, magna apud plebem propter liberalitatem
+gratia, cupidum rerum novarum. Complures annos portoria reliquaque
+omnia Haeduorum vectigalia parvo pretio redempta habere, propterea
+quod illo licente contra liceri audeat nemo. \sect His rebus et suam
+rem familiarem auxisse et facultates ad largiendum magnas comparasse;
+\sect magnum umerum equitatus suo sumptu semper alere et circum se
+habere, \sect neque solum domi, sed etiam apud finitimas civitates
+largiter posse, atque huius potentiae causa matrem in Biturigibus
+homini illic nobilissimo ac potentissimo conlocasse; \sect ipsum ex
+Helvetiis uxorem habere, sororum ex matre et propinquas suas nuptum in
+alias civitates conlocasse. \sect Favere et cupere Helvetiis propter
+eam adfinitatem, odisse etiam suo nomine Caesarem et Romanos, quod
+eorum adventu potentia eius deminuta et Diviciacus frater in antiquum
+locum gratiae atque honoris sit restitutus. \sect Si quid accidat
+Romanis, summam in spem per Helvetios regni obtinendi venire; imperio
+populi Romani non modo de regno, sed etiam de ea quam habeat gratia
+desperare. \sect Reperiebat etiam in quaerendo Caesar, quod proelium
+equestre adversum paucis ante diebus esset factum, initium eius fugae
+factum a Dumnorige atque eius equitibus (nam equitatui, quem auxilio
+Caesari Haedui miserant, Dumnorix praeerat): eorum fuga reliquum esse
+equitatum perterritum.
+
+\chap Quibus rebus cognitis, cum ad has suspiciones certissimae res
+accederent, quod per fines Sequanorum Helvetios traduxisset, quod
+obsides inter eos dandos curasset, quod ea omnia non modo iniussu
+suo et civitatis sed etiam inscientibus ipsis fecisset, quod a
+magistratu Haeduorum accusaretur, satis esse causae arbitrabatur quare
+in eum aut ipse animadverteret aut civitatem animadvertere iuberet.
+\sect His omnibus rebus unum repugnabat, quod Diviciaci fratris
+summum in populum Romanum studium, summum in se voluntatem, egregiam
+fidem, iustitiam, temperantiam cognoverat; nam ne eius supplicio
+Diviciaci animum offenderet verebatur. \sect Itaque prius quam quicquam
+conaretur, Diviciacum ad se vocari iubet et, cotidianis interpretibus
+remotis, per C.~Valerium Troucillum, principem Galliae provinciae,
+familiarem suum, cui summam omnium rerum fidem habebat, cum eo
+conloquitur; \sect simul commonefacit quae ipso praesente in concilio
+[Gallorum] de Dumnorige sint dicta, et ostendit quae separatim
+quisque de eo apud se dixerit. \sect Petit atque hortatur ut sine eius
+offensione animi vel ipse de eo causa cognita statuat vel civitatem
+statuere iubeat.
+
+\chap Diviciacus multis cum lacrimis Caesarem complexus obsecrare
+coepit ne quid gravius in fratrem statueret: \sect scire se illa esse
+vera, nec quemquam ex eo plus quam se doloris capere, propterea quod,
+cum ipse gratia plurimum domi atque in reliqua Gallia, ille minimum
+propter adulescentiam posset, per se crevisset; \sect quibus opibus
+ac nervis non solum ad minuendam gratiam, sed paene ad perniciem
+suam uteretur. Sese tamen et amore fraterno et existimatione vulgi
+commoveri. \sect Quod si quid ei a Caesare gravius accidisset, cum
+ipse eum locum amicitiae apud eum teneret, neminem existimaturum non
+sua voluntate factum; qua ex re futurum uti totius Galliae animi a se
+averterentur. \sect Haec cum pluribus verbis flens a Caesare peteret,
+Caesar eius dextram prendit; consolatus rogat finem orandi faciat;
+tanti eius apud se gratiam esse ostendit uti et rei publicae iniuriam
+et suum dolorem eius voluntati ac precibus condonet. Dumnorigem ad se
+vocat, fratrem adhibet; quae in eo reprehendat ostendit; quae ipse
+intellegat, quae civitas queratur proponit; monet ut in reliquum
+tempus omnes suspiciones vitet; praeterita se Diviciaco fratri
+condonare dicit. Dumnorigi custodes ponit, ut quae agat, quibuscum
+loquatur scire possit.
+
+\chap Eodem die ab exploratoribus certior factus hostes
+sub monte consedisse milia passuum ab ipsius castris
+octo, qualis esset natura montis et qualis in circuitu
+ascensus qui cognoscerent misit.\sect Renuntiatum est
+facilem esse. De tertia vigilia T.~Labienum, legatum
+pro praetore, cum duabus legionibus et iis ducibus
+qui iter cognoverant summum iugum montis ascendere
+iubet; quid sui consilii sit ostendit. \sect Ipse de quarta
+vigilia eodem itinere quo hostes ierant ad eos
+contendit equitatumque omnem ante se mittit. \sect
+P.~Considius, qui rei militaris peritissimus habebatur et
+in exercitu L.~Sullae et postea in M.~Crassi fuerat, cum
+exploratoribus praemittitur.
+
+\chap Prima luce, cum summus mons a [Lucio] Labieno teneretur, ipse
+ab hostium castris non longius mille et quingentis passibus abesset
+neque, ut postea ex captivis comperit, aut ipsius adventus aut Labieni
+cognitus esset, \sect Considius equo admisso ad eum accurrit, dicit
+montem, quem a Labieno occupari voluerit, ab hostibus teneri: id se a
+Gallicis armis atque insignibus cognovisse. \sect Caesar suas copias
+in proximum collem subducit, aciem instruit. Labienus, ut erat ei
+praeceptum a Caesare ne proelium committeret, nisi ipsius copiae prope
+hostium castra visae essent, ut undique uno tempore in hostes impetus
+fieret, monte occupato nostros expectabat proelioque abstinebat. \sect
+Multo denique die per exploratores Caesar cognovit et montem a suis
+teneri et Helvetios castra, movisse et Considium timore perterritum
+quod non vidisset pro viso sibi renuntiavisse. Eo die quo consuerat
+intervallo hostes sequitur et milia passuum tria ab eorum castris
+castra ponit.
+
+\chap Postridie eius diei, quod omnino biduum supererat, cum exercitui
+frumentum metiri oporteret, et quod a Bibracte, oppido Haeduorum longe
+maximo et copiosissimo, non amplius milibus passuum \textsc{xviii} aberat,
+rei frumentariae prospiciendum existimavit; $\langle$itaque$\rangle$
+iter ab Helvetiis avertit ac Bibracte ire contendit. \sect Ea res per
+fugitivos L.~Aemilii, decurionis equitum Gallorum, hostibus nuntiatur.
+\sect Helvetii, seu quod timore perterritos Romanos discedere a se
+existimarent, eo magis quod pridie superioribus locis occupatis
+proelium non commisissent, sive eo quod re frumentaria intercludi
+posse confiderent, commutato consilio atque itinere converso nostros a
+novissimo agmine insequi ac lacessere coeperunt.
+
+\chap Postquam id animum advertit, copias suas Caesar in proximum
+collem subduxit equitatumque, qui sustineret hostium petum, misit.
+\sect Ipse interim in colle medio triplicem aciem instruxit legionum
+quattuor veteranarum; in summo iugo duas legiones quas in Gallia
+citeriore proxime conscripserat et omnia auxilia conlocavit, \sect
+ita ut supra se totum montem hominibus compleret; impedimenta
+sarcinasque in unum locum conterri et eum ab iis qui in superiore acie
+constiterant muniri iussit. \sect Helvetii cum omnibus suis carris
+secuti impedimenta in unum locum contulerunt; ipsi concertissima acie,
+reiecto nostro equitatu, phalange facta sub primam nostram aciem
+successerunt.
+
+\chap Caesar primum suo, deinde omnium ex conspectu remotis equis, ut
+aequato omnium periculo spem fugae tolleret, cohortatus suos proelium
+commisit. \sect Milites loco superiore pilis missis facile hostium
+phalangem perfregerunt. Ea disiecta gladiis destrictis in eos impetum
+fecerunt. \sect Gallis magno ad pugnam erat impedimento quod pluribus
+eorum scutis uno ictu pilorum transfixis et conligatis, cum ferrum
+se inflexisset, neque evellere neque sinistra impedita satis commode
+pugnare poterant, \sect multi ut diu iactato bracchio praeoptarent
+scutum manu emittere et nudo corpore pugnare. \sect Tandem vulneribus
+defessi et pedem referre et, quod mons suberit circiter mille passuum
+$\langle$spatio$\rangle$, eo se recipere coeperunt. \sect Capto monte
+et succedentibus nostris, Boi et Tulingi, qui hominum milibus circiter
+\textsc{xv} agmen hostium claudebant et novissimis praesidio erant, ex itinere
+nostros $\langle$ab$\rangle$ latere aperto adgressi circumvenire, et
+id conspicati Helvetii, qui in montem sese receperant, rursus instare
+et proelium redintegrare coeperunt. \sect Romani [conversa] signa
+bipertito intulerunt: prima et secunda acies, ut victis ac submotis
+resisteret, tertia, ut venientes sustineret.
+
+\chap Ita ancipiti proelio diu atque acriter pugnatum est. Diutius
+cum sustinere nostrorum impetus non possent, alteri se, ut coeperant,
+in montem receperunt, alteri ad impedimenta et carros suos se
+contulerunt. \sect Nam hoc toto proelio, cum ab hora septima ad
+vesperum pugnatum sit, aversum hostem videre nemo potuit. \sect Ad
+multam noctem etiam ad impedimenta pugnatum est, propterea quod pro
+vallo carros obiecerunt et e loco superiore in nostros venientes tela
+coiciebant et non nulli inter carros rotasque mataras ac tragulas
+subiciebant nostrosque vulnerabant. \sect Diu cum esset pugnatum,
+impedimentis castrisque nostri potiti sunt. Ibi Orgetorigis filia
+atque unus e filiis captus est. \sect Ex eo proelio circiter hominum
+milia \textsc{cxxx} superfuerunt eaque tota nocte continenter ierunt [nullam
+partem noctis itinere intermisso]; in fines Lingonum die quarto
+pervenerunt, cum et propter vulnera militum et propter sepulturam
+occisorum nostri [triduum morati] eos sequi non potuissent. \sect
+Caesar ad Lingonas litteras nuntiosque misit, ne eos frumento neve
+alia re iuvarent: qui si iuvissent, se eodem loco quo Helvetios
+habiturum. Ipse triduo intermisso cum omnibus copiis eos sequi coepit.
+
+\chap Helvetii omnium rerum inopia adducti legatos de deditione ad
+eum miserunt. \sect Qui cum eum in itinere convenissent seque ad pedes
+proiecissent suppliciterque locuti flentes pacem petissent, atque
+eos in eo loco quo tum essent suum adventum expectare iussisset,
+paruerunt. \sect Eo postquam Caesar pervenit, obsides, arma, servos
+qui ad eos perfugissent, poposcit. \sect Dum ea conquiruntur et
+conferuntur, [nocte intermissa] circiter hominum milia \textsc{vi} eius pagi
+qui Verbigenus appellatur, sive timore perterriti, ne armis traditis
+supplicio adficerentur, sive spe salutis inducti, quod in tanta
+multitudine dediticiorum suam fugam aut occultari aut omnino ignorari
+posse existimarent, prima nocte e castris Helvetiorum egressi ad
+Rhenum finesque Germanorum contenderunt.
+
+\chap Quod ubi Caesar resciit, quorum per fines ierant his uti
+conquirerent et reducerent, si sibi purgati esse vellent, imperavit;
+reductos in hostium numero habuit; \sect reliquos omnes obsidibus,
+armis, perfugis traditis in deditionem accepit. \sect Helvetios,
+Tulingos, Latobrigos in fines suos, unde erant profecti, reverti
+iussit, et, quod omnibus frugibus amissis domi nihil erat quo famem
+tolerarent, Allobrogibus imperavit ut iis frumenti copiam facerent;
+ipsos oppida vicosque, quos incenderant, restituere iussit. Id ea
+maxime ratione fecit, quod noluit eum locum unde Helvetii discesserant
+vacare, ne propter bonitatem agrorum Germani, qui trans Rhenum
+incolunt, $\langle$ex$\rangle$ suis finibus in Helvetiorum fines
+transirent et finitimi Galliae provinciae Allobrogibusque essent.
+\sect Boios petentibus Haeduis, quod egregia virtute erant cogniti, ut
+in finibus suis conlocarent, concessit; quibus illi agros dederunt
+quosque postea in parem iuris libertatisque condicionem atque ipsi
+erant receperunt.
+
+\chap In castris Hevetiorum tabulae repertae sunt litteris Graecis
+confectae et ad Caesarem relatae, quibus in tabulis nominatim ratio
+confecta erat, qui numerus domo exisset eorum qui arma ferre possent,
+et item separatim, $\langle$quot$\rangle$ pueri, senes mulieresque.
+\sect [Quarum omnium rerum] summa erat capitum Helvetiorum milium
+\textsc{cclxiii}, Tulingorum milium \textsc{xxxvi}, Latobrigorum
+\textsc{xiiii}, Rauracorum \textsc{xxiii}, Boiorum \textsc{xxxii}; ex his
+qui arma ferre possent ad milia nonaginta
+duo. \sect Summa omnium fuerunt ad milia \textsc{ccclxviii}. Eorum qui domum
+redierunt censu habito, ut Caesar imperaverat, repertus est numerus
+milium C et X.
+
+\chap Bello Helvetiorum confecto totius fere Galliae legati, principes
+civitatum, ad Caesarem gratulatum convenerunt: \sect in\-tel\-le\-ge\-re
+sese, tametsi pro veteribus Helvetiorum iniuriis populi Romani ab
+his poenas bello repetisset, tamen eam rem non minus ex usu [terrae]
+Galliae quam populi Romani accidisse, \sect propterea quod eo consilio
+florentissimis rebus domos suas Helvetii reliquissent uti toti Galliae
+bellum inferrent imperioque potirentur, locumque domicilio ex magna
+copia deligerent quem ex omni Gallia oportunissimum ac fructuosissimum
+iudicassent, reliquasque civitates stipendiarias haberent. \sect
+Petierunt uti sibi concilium totius Galliae in diem certam indicere
+idque Caesaris facere voluntate liceret: sese habere quasdam res quas
+ex communi consensu ab eo petere vellent. \sect Ea re permissa diem
+concilio constituerunt et iure iurando ne quis enuntiaret, nisi quibus
+communi consilio mandatum esset, inter se sanxerunt.
+
+\chap Eo concilio dimisso, idem princeps civitatum qui ante fuerant
+ad Caesarem reverterunt petieruntque uti sibi secreto in occulto
+de sua omniumque salute cum eo agere liceret. \sect Ea re impetrata
+sese omnes flentes Caesari ad pedes proiecerunt: non minus se id
+contendere et laborare ne ea quae dixissent enuntiarentur quam uti
+ea quae vellent impetrarent, propterea quod, si enuntiatum esset,
+summum in cruciatum se venturos viderent. \sect Locutus est pro his
+Diviciacus Haeduus: Galliae totius lactiones esse duas; harum alterius
+principatum tenere Haeduos, alterius Arvernos. \sect Hi cum tantopere
+de potentatu inter se multos annos contenderent, factum esse uti ab
+Arvernis Sequanisque Germani mercede arcesserentur. \sect Horum primo
+circiter milia \textsc{xv} Rhenum transisse; postea quam agros et cultum et
+copias Gallorum homines feri ac barbari adamassent, traductos plures;
+nunc esse in gallia ad c et \textsc{xx} milium numerum. \sect cum his haeduos
+eorumque clientes semel atque iterum armis contendisse; magnam
+calamitatem pulsos accepisse, omnem nobilitatem, omnem senatum,
+omnem equitatum amisisse. \sect Quibus proeliis calamitatibusque
+fractos, qui et sua virtute et populi Romani hospitio atque amicitia
+plurimum ante in Gallia potuissent, coactos esse Sequanis obsides dare
+nobilissimos civitatis et iure iurando civitatem obstringere sese
+neque obsides repetituros neque auxilium a populo Romano imploraturos
+neque recusaturos quo minus perpetuo sub illorum dicione atque
+imperio essent. \sect Unum se esse ex omni civitate Haeduorum qui
+adduci non potuerit ut iuraret aut liberos suos obsides daret. \sect
+Ob eam rem se ex civitate profugisse et Romam ad senatum venisse
+auxilium postulatum, quod solus neque iure iurando neque obsidibus
+teneretur. \sect Sed peius victoribus Sequanis quam Haeduis victis
+accidisse, propterea quod Ariovistus, rex Germanorum, in eorum finibus
+consedisset tertiamque partem agri Sequani, qui esset optimus totius
+Galliae, occupavisset et nunc de altera parte tertia Sequanos decedere
+iuberet, propterea quod paucis mensibus ante Harudum milia hominum
+\textsc{xxiiii} ad eum venissent, quibus locus ac sedes pararentur. \sect
+Futurum esse paucis annis uti omnes ex Galliae finibus pellerentur
+atque omnes Germani Rhenum transirent; neque enim conferendum esse
+Gallicum cum Germanorum agro neque hanc consuetudinem victus cum
+illa comparandam. \sect Ariovistum autem, ut semel Gallorum copias
+proelio vicerit, quod proelium factum sit ad Magetobrigam, superbe et
+crudeliter imperare, obsides nobilissimi cuiusque liberos poscere et
+in eos omnia exempla cruciatusque edere, si qua res non ad nutum aut
+ad voluntatem eius facta sit. \sect Hominem esse barbarum, iracundum,
+temerarium: non posse eius imperia, diutius sustineri. \sect Nisi quid
+in Caesare populoque Romano sit auxilii, omnibus Gallis idem esse
+faciendum quod Helvetii fecerint, ut domo emigrent, aliud domicilium,
+alias sedes, remotas a Germanis, petant fortunamque, quaecumque
+accidat, experiantur. Haec si enuntiata Ariovisto sint, non dubitare
+quin de omnibus obsidibus qui apud eum sint gravissimum supplicium
+sumat. \sect Caesarem vel auctoritate sua atque exercitus vel recenti
+victoria vel nomine populi Romani deterrere posse ne maior multitudo
+Germanorum Rhenum traducatur, Galliamque omnem ab Ariovisti iniuria
+posse defendere.
+
+\chap Hac oratione ab Diviciaco habita omnes qui aderant magno fletu
+auxilium a Caesare petere coeperunt. \sect Animadvertit Caesar unos
+ex omnibus Sequanos nihil earum rerum facere quas ceteri facerent
+sed tristes capite demisso terram intueri. Eius rei quae causa
+esset miratus ex ipsis quaesiit. \sect Nihil Sequani respondere, sed
+in eadem tristitia taciti permanere. Cum ab his saepius quaereret
+neque ullam omnino vocem exprimere posset, idem Diviacus Haeduus
+respondit: \sect hoc esse miseriorem et graviorem fortunam Sequanorum
+quam reliquorum, quod soli ne in occulto quidem queri neque auxilium
+implorare auderent absentisque Ariovisti crudelitatem, \sect velut si
+cora adesset, horrerent, propterea quod reliquis tamen fugae facultas
+daretur, Sequanis vero, qui intra fines suos Ariovistum recepissent,
+quorum oppida omnia in potestate eius essent, omnes cruciatus essent
+perferendi.
+
+\chap His rebus cognitis Caesar Gallorum animos verbis confirmavit
+pollicitusque est sibi eam rem curae futuram; magnam se habere spem
+et beneficio suo et auctoritate adductum Ariovistum finem iniuriis
+facturum. Hac oratione habita, concilium dimisit. \sect Et secundum
+ea multae res eum hortabantur quare sibi eam rem cogitandam et
+suscipiendam putaret, in primis quod Haeduos, fratres consanguineosque
+saepe numero a senatu appellatos, in servitute atque [in] dicione
+videbat Germanorum teneri eorumque obsides esse apud Ariovistum
+ac Sequanos intellegebat; quod in tanto imperio populi Romani
+turpissimum sibi et rei publicae esse arbitrabatur. \sect Paulatim
+autem Germanos consuescere Rhenum transire et in Galliam magnam
+eorum multitudinem venire populo Romano periculosum videbat, neque
+sibi homines feros ac barbaros temperaturos existimabat quin, cum
+omnem Galliam occupavissent, ut ante Cimbri Teutonique fecissent, in
+provinciam exirent atque inde in Italiam contenderent [, praesertim
+cum Sequanos a provincia nostra Rhodanus divideret]; quibus rebus quam
+maturrime occurrendum putabat. \sect Ipse autem Ariovistus tantos sibi
+spiritus, tantam arrogantiam sumpserat, ut ferendus non videretur.
+
+\chap Quam ob rem placuit ei ut ad Ariovistum legatos mitteret, qui ab
+eo postularent uti aliquem locum medium utrisque conloquio deligeret:
+velle sese de re publica et summis utriusque rebus cum eo agere.
+\sect Ei legationi Ariovistus respondit: si quid ipsi a Caesare opus
+esset, sese ad eum venturum fuisse; si quid ille se velit, illum ad se
+venire oportere. \sect Praeterea se neque sine exercitu in eas partes
+Galliae venire audere quas Caesar possideret, neque exercitum sine
+magno commeatu atque molimento in unum locum contrahere posse. \sect
+Sibi autem mirum videri quid in sua Gallia, quam bello vicisset, aut
+Caesari aut omnino populo Romano negotii esset.
+
+\chap His responsis ad Caesarem relatis, iterum ad eum Caesar legatos
+cum his mandatis mittit: \sect quoniam tanto suo populique Romani
+beneficio adtectus, cum in consulatu suo rex atque amicus a senatu
+appellatus esset, hanc sibi populoque Romano gratiam referret ut in
+conloquium venire invitatus gravaretur neque de communi re dicendum
+sibi et cognoscendum putaret, haec esse quae ab eo postularet:
+\sect primum ne quam multitudinem hominum amplius trans Rhenum in
+Galliam traduceret; deinde obsides quos haberet ab Haeduis redderet
+Sequanisque permitteret ut quos illi haberent voluntate eius reddere
+illis liceret; neve Haeduos iniuria lacesseret neve his sociisque
+eorum bellum inferret. \sect Si [id] ita fecisset, sibi populoque
+Romano perpetuam gratiam atque amicitiam cum eo futuram; si non
+impetraret, sese, quoniam M.~Messala, M.~Pisone consulibus senatus
+censuisset uti quicumque Galliam provinciam obtineret, quod commodo
+rei publicae lacere posset, Haeduos ceterosque amicos populi Romani
+defenderet, se Haeduorum iniurias non neglecturum.
+
+\chap Ad haec Ariovistus respondit: ius esse belli ut qui vicissent
+iis quos vicissent quem ad modum vellent imperarent. Item populum
+Romanum victis non ad alterius praescriptum, sed ad suum arbitrium
+imperare consuesse. \sect Si ipse populo Romano non praescriberet quem
+ad modum suo iure uteretur, non oportere se a populo Romano in suo
+iure impediri. \sect Haeduos sibi, quoniam belli fortunam temptassent
+et armis congressi ac superati essent, stipendiarios esse factos.
+\sect Magnam Caesarem iniuriam facere, qui suo adventu vectigalia
+sibi deteriora faceret. \sect Haeduis se obsides redditurum non esse
+neque his neque eorum sociis iniuria bellum inlaturum, si in eo
+manerent quod convenisset stipendiumque quotannis penderent; si id non
+fecissent, longe iis fraternum nomen populi Romani afuturum. \sect Quod
+sibi Caesar denuntiaret se Haeduorum iniurias non neglecturum, neminem
+secum sine sua pernicie contendisse. \sect Cum vellet, congrederetur:
+intellecturum quid invicti Germani, exercitatissimi in armis, qui
+inter annos \textsc{xiiii} tectum non subissent, virtute possent.
+
+\chap Haec eodem tempore Caesari mandata referebantur et legati ab
+Haeduis et a Treveris veniebant: \sect Haedui questum quod Harudes,
+qui nuper in Galliam transportati essent, fines eorum popularentur:
+sese ne obsidibus quidem datis pacem Ariovisti redimere potuisse; \sect
+Treveri autem, pagos centum Sueborum ad ripas Rheni consedisse, qui
+Rhemum transire conarentur; his praeesse Nasuam et Cimberium fratres.
+Quibus rebus Caesar vehementer commotus maturandum sibi existimavit,
+ne, si nova manus Sueborum cum veteribus copiis Ariovisti sese
+coniunxisset, minus facile resisti posset. \sect Itaque re frumentaria
+quam celerrime potuit comparata magnis itineribus ad Ariovistum
+contendit.
+
+\chap Cum tridui viam processisset, nuntiatum est ei Ariovistum cum
+suis omnibus copiis ad occupandum Vesontionem, quod est oppidum
+maximum Sequanorum, contendere [triduique viam a suis finibus
+processisse]. Id ne accideret, magnopere sibi praecavendum Caesar
+existimabat. Namque omnium rerum quae ad bellum usui erant summa
+erat in eo oppido facultas, \sect idque natura loci sic muniebatur ut
+magnam ad ducendum bellum daret facultatem, propterea quod flumen
+[alduas] Dubis ut circino circumductum paene totum oppidum cingit,
+\sect reliquum spatium, quod est non amplius pedum \textsc{mdc}, qua flumen
+intermittit, mons continet magna altitudine, ita ut radices eius
+montis ex utraque parte ripae fluminis contingant, \sect hunc murus
+circumdatus arcem efficit et cum oppido coniungit. \sect Huc Caesar
+magnis nocturnis diurnisque itineribus contendit occupatoque oppido
+ibi praesidium conlocat.
+
+\chap \looseness=1 Dum paucos dies ad Vesontionem rei frumentariae commeatusque
+causa moratur, ex percontatione nostrorum vocibusque Gallorum ac
+mercatorum, qui ingenti magnitudine corporum Germanos, incredibili
+virtute atque exercitatione in armis esse praedicabant (saepe numero
+sese cum his congressos ne vultum quidem atque aciem oculorum dicebant
+ferre potuisse), tantus subito timor omnem exercitum occupavit ut non
+mediocriter omnium mentes animosque perturbaret. \sect Hic primum ortus
+est a tribunis militum, praefectis, reliquisque qui ex urbe amicitiae
+causa Caesarem secuti non magnum in re militari usum habebant:
+\sect quorum alius alia causa inlata, quam sibi ad proficiscendum
+necessariam esse diceret, petebat ut eius voluntate discedere liceret;
+non nulli pudore adducti, ut timoris suspicionem vitarent, remanebant.
+\sect Hi neque vultum fingere neque interdum lacrimas tenere poterant:
+abditi in tabernaculis aut suum fatum querebantur aut cum familiaribus
+suis commune periculum miserabantur. Vulgo totis castris testamenta
+obsignabantur. \sect Horum vocibus ac timore paulatim etiam ii qui
+magnum in castris usum habebant, milites centurionesque quique
+equitatui praeerant, perturbabantur. \sect Qui se ex his minus timidos
+existimari volebant, non se hostem vereri, sed angustias itineris et
+magnitudinem silvarum quae intercederent inter ipsos atque Ariovistum,
+aut rem frumentariam, ut satis commode supportari posset, timere
+dicebant. \sect Non nulli etiam Caesari nuntiabant, cum castra moveri
+ac signa ferri iussisset, non fore dicto audientes milites neque
+propter timorem signa laturos.
+
+\chap Haec cum animadvertisset, convocato consilio omniumque ordinum
+ad id consilium adhibitis centurionibus, vehementer eos incusavit:
+primum, quod aut quam in partem aut quo consilio ducerentur sibi
+quaerendum aut cogitandum putarent. \sect Ariovistum se consule
+cupidissime populi Romani amicitiam adpetisse; cur hunc tam temere
+quisquam ab officio discessurum iudicaret? \sect Sibi quidem persuaderi
+cognitis suis poslulatis atque aequitate condicionum perspecta
+eum neque suam neque populi Romani gratiam epudiaturum. \sect
+Quod si furore atque amentia impulsum bellum intulisset, quid
+tandem vererentur? Aut cur de sua virtute aut de ipsius diligentia
+desperarent? \sect Factum eius hostis periculum patrum nostrorum
+emoria Cimbris et Teutonis a C.~Mario pulsis [cum non minorem laudem
+exercitus quam ipse imperator meritus videbatur]; factum etiam nuper
+in Italia servili tumultu, quos tamen aliquid usus ac disciplina, quam
+a nobis accepissent, sublevarint. \sect Ex quo iudicari posse quantum
+haberet in se boni constantia, propterea quod quos aliquam diu inermes
+sine causa timuissent hos postea armatos ac victores superassent.
+\sect Denique hos esse eosdem Germanos quibuscum saepe numero Helvetii
+congressi non solum in suis sed etiam in illorum finibus plerumque
+superarint, qui tamen pares esse nostro exercitui non potuerint.
+\sect Si quos adversum proelium et fuga Gallorum commoveret, hos, si
+quaererent, reperire posse diuturnitate belli defatigatis Gallis
+Ariovistum, cum multos menses castris se ac paludibus tenuisset
+neque sui potestatem fecisset, desperantes iam de pugna et dispersos
+subito adortum magis ratione et consilio quam virtute vicisse. \sect
+Cui rationi contra homines barbaros atque imperitos locus fuisset,
+hac ne ipsum quidem sperare nostros exercitus capi posse. \sect Qui
+suum timorem in rei frumentariae simulationem angustiasque itineris
+conferrent, facere arroganter, cum aut de officio imperatoris
+desperare aut praescribere viderentur. \sect Haec sibi esse curae;
+frumentum Sequanos, Leucos, Lingones subministrare, iamque esse in
+agris frumenta matura; de itinere ipsos brevi tempore iudicaturos.
+\sect Quod non fore dicto audientes neque signa laturi dicantur, nihil
+se ea re commoveri: scire enim, quibuscumque exercitus dicto audiens
+non fuerit, aut male re gesta fortunam defuisse aut aliquo facinore
+comperto avaritiam esse convictam. \sect Suam innocentiam perpetua
+vita, felicitatem Helvetiorum bello esse perspectam. \sect Itaque se
+quod in longiorem diem conlaturus fuisset repraesentaturum et proxima
+nocte de quarta, vigilia castra moturum, ut quam primum intellegere
+posset utrum apud eos pudor atque officium an timor plus valeret. \sect
+Quod si praeterea nemo sequatur, tamen se cum sola decima legione
+iturum, de qua non dubitet, sibique eam praetoriam cohortem futuram.
+Huic legioni Caesar et indulserat praecipue et propter virtutem
+confidebat maxime.
+
+\chap \looseness=1 Hac oratione habita mirum in modum conversae sunt omnium mentes
+summaque alacritas et cupiditas belli gerendi innata est, \sect
+princepsque X. legio per tribunos militum ei gratias egit quod de se
+optimum iudicium fecisset, seque esse ad bellum gerendum paratissimam
+confirmavit. \sect Deinde reliquae legiones cum tribunis militum et
+primorum ordinum centurionibus egerunt uti Caesari satis facerent:
+se neque umquam dubitasse neque timuisse neque de summa belli suum
+iudicium sed imperatoris esse existimavisse. \sect Eorum satisfactione
+accepta et itinere exquisito per Diviciacum, quod ex Gallis ei maximam
+fidem habebat, ut milium amplius quinquaginta circuitu locis apertis
+exercitum duceret, de quarta vigilia, ut dixerat, profectus est. \sect
+Septimo die, cum iter non intermitteret, ab exploratoribus certior
+factus est Ariovisti copias a nostris milia passuum \textsc{iiii}
+et \textsc{xx} abesse.
+
+\chap Cognito Caesaris adventu Ariovistus legatos ad eum mittit:
+quod antea de conloquio postulasset, id per se fieri licere, quoniam
+propius accessisset seque id sine periculo facere posse existimaret.
+\sect Non respuit condicionem Caesar iamque eum ad sanitatem reverti
+arbitrabatur, cum id quod antea petenti denegasset ultro polliceretur,
+\sect magnamque in spem veniebat pro suis tantis populique Romani
+in eum beneficiis cognitis suis postulatis fore uti pertinacia
+desisteret. \sect Dies conloquio dictus est ex eo die quintus. \sect
+Interim saepe cum legati ultro citroque inter eos mitterentur,
+Ariovistus postulavit ne quem peditem ad conloquium Caesar adduceret:
+vereri se ne per insidias ab eo circumveniretur; uterque cum equitatu
+veniret: alia ratione sese non esse venturum. \sect Caesar, quod neque
+conloquium interposita causa tolli volebat neque salutem suam Gallorum
+equitatui committere audebat, commodissimum esse statuit omnibus equis
+Gallis equitibus detractis eo legionarios milites legionis X., cui
+quam maxime confidebat, imponere, ut praesidium quam amicissimum, si
+quid opus facto esset, haberet. \sect Quod cum fieret, non inridicule
+quidam ex militibus X. legionis dixit: plus quam pollicitus esset
+Caesarem facere; pollicitum se in cohortis praetoriae loco X. legionem
+habiturum ad equum rescribere.
+
+
+\chap Planities erat magna et in ea tumulus terrenus satis grandis.
+Hic locus aequum fere spatium a castris Ariovisti et Caesaris aberat.
+Eo, ut erat dictum, ad conloquium venerunt. \sect Legionem Caesar,
+quam equis devexerat, passibus \textsc{cc} ab eo tumulo constituit. item
+equites Ariovisti pari intervallo constiterunt. \sect Ariovistus ex
+equis ut conloquerentur et praeter se denos ad conloquium adducerent
+postulavit. \sect Ubi eo ventum est, Caesar initio orationis sua
+senatusque in eum beneficia commemoravit, quod rex appellatus esset a
+senatu, quod amicus, quod munera amplissime missa; quam rem et paucis
+contigisse et pro magnis hominum officiis consuesse tribui docebat;
+\sect illum, cum neque aditum neque causam postulandi iustam haberet,
+beneficio ac liberalitate sua ac senatus ea praemia consecutum. \sect
+Docebat etiam quam veteres quamque iustae causae necessitudinis
+ipsis cum Haeduis intercederent, \sect quae senatus consulta quotiens
+quamque honorifica in eos facta essent, ut omni tempore totius Galliae
+principatum Haedui tenuissent, prius etiam quam nostram amicitiam
+adpetissent. \sect Populi Romani hanc esse consuetudinem, ut socios
+atque amicos non modo sui nihil deperdere, sed gratia, dignitate,
+honore auctiores velit esse; quod vero ad amicitiam populi Romani
+attulissent, id iis eripi quis pati posset? \sect Postulavit deinde
+eadem quae legatis in mandatis dederat: ne aut Haeduis aut eorum
+sociis bellum inferret, obsides redderet, si nullam partem Germanorum
+domum remittere posset, at ne quos amplius Rhenum transire pateretur.
+
+\chap Ariovistus ad postulata Caesaris pauca respondit, de suis
+virtutibus multa praedicavit: \sect transisse Rhenum sese non sua
+sponte, sed rogatum et arcessitum a Gallis; non sine magna spe
+magnisque praemiis domum propinquosque reliquisse; sedes habere in
+Gallia ab ipsis concessas, obsides ipsorum voluntate datos; stipendium
+capere iure belli, quod victores victis imponere consuerint. \sect Non
+sese Gallis sed Gallos sibi bellum intulisse: omnes Galliae civitates
+ad se oppugnandum venisse ac contra se castra habuisse; eas omnes
+copias a se uno proelio pulsas ac superatas esse. \sect Si iterum
+experiri velint, se iterum paratum esse decertare; si pace uti velint,
+iniquum esse de stipendio recusare, quod sua voluntate ad id tempus
+pependerint. \sect Amicitiam populi Romani sibi ornamento et praesidio,
+non detrimento esse oportere, atque se hac spe petisse. Si per populum
+Romanum stipendium remittatur et dediticii subtrahantur, non minus
+libenter sese recusaturum populi Romani amicitiam quam adpetierit.
+\sect Quod multitudinem Germanorum in Galliam traducat, id se sui
+muniendi, non Galliae oppugnandae causa facere; eius rei testimonium
+esse quod nisi rogatus non venerit et quod bellum non intulerit sed
+defenderit. \sect Se prius in Galliam venisse quam populum Romanum.
+Numquam ante hoc tempus exercitum populi Romani Galliae provinciae
+finibus egressum. \sect Quid sibi vellet? Cur in suas possessiones
+veniret? Provinciam suam hanc esse Galliam, sicut illam nostram. Ut
+ipsi concedi non oporteret, si in nostros fines impetum faceret, sic
+item nos esse iniquos, quod in suo iure se interpellaremus. \sect Quod
+fratres a senatu Haeduos appellatos diceret, non se tam barbarum neque
+tam imperitum esse rerum ut non sciret neque bello Allobrogum proximo
+Haeduos Romanis auxilium tulisse neque ipsos in iis contentionibus
+quas Haedui secum et cum Sequanis habuissent auxilio populi Romani
+usos esse. \sect Debere se suspicari simulata Caesarem amicitia, quod
+exercitum in Gallia habeat, sui opprimendi causa habere. \sect Qui nisi
+decedat atque exercitum deducat ex his regionibus, sese illum non pro
+amico sed pro hoste habiturum. \sect Quod si eum interfecerit, multis
+sese nobilibus principibusque populi Romani gratum esse facturum (id
+se ab ipsis per eorum nuntios compertum habere), quorum omnium gratiam
+atque amicitiam eius morte redimere posset. \sect Quod si decessisset
+et liberam possessionem Galliae sibi tradidisset, magno se illum
+praemio remuneraturum et quaecumque bella geri vellet sine ullo eius
+labore et periculo confecturum.
+
+\chap Multa a Caesare in eam sententiam dicta sunt quare negotio desistere
+non posset: neque suam neque populi Romani consuetudinem pati ut
+optime meritos socios desereret, neque se iudicare Galliam potius
+esse Ariovisti quam populi Romani. \sect Bello superatos esse Arvernos
+et Rutenos a Q. Fabio Maximo, quibus populus Romanus ignovisset
+neque in provinciam redegisset neque stipendium posuisset. \sect Quod
+si antiquissimum quodque tempus spectari oporteret, populi Romani
+iustissimum esse in Gallia imperium; si iudicium senatus observari
+oporteret, liberam debere esse Galliam, quam bello victam suis legibus
+uti voluisset.
+
+\chap Dum haec in conloquio geruntur, Caesari nuntiatum est equites
+Ariovisti propius tumulum accedere et ad nostros adequitare,
+lapides telaque in nostros coicere. \sect Caesar loquendi finem
+fecit seque ad suos recepit suisque imperavit ne quod omnino telum
+in hostes reicerent. \sect Nam etsi sine ullo periculo legionis
+delectae cum equitatu proelium fore videbat, tamen committendum non
+putabat ut, pulsis hostibus, dici posset eos ab se per fidem in
+conloquio circumventos. \sect Postea quam in vulgus militum elatum
+est qua arrogantia in conloquio Ariovistus usus omni Gallia Romanis
+interdixisset, impetumque in nostros eius equites fecissent, eaque res
+conloquium ut diremisset, multo maior alacritas studiumque pugnandi
+maius exercitui iniectum est.
+
+\chap Biduo post Ariovistus ad Caesarem legatos misit: velle se de iis
+rebus quae inter eos egi coeptae neque perfectae essent agere cum eo:
+uti aut iterum conloquio diem constitueret aut, si id minus vellet, ex
+suis legatis aliquem ad se mitteret. \sect Conloquendi Caesari causa
+visa non est, et eo magis quod pridie eius diei Germani retineri non
+potuerant quin tela in nostros coicerent. \sect Legatum ex suis sese
+magno cum periculo ad eum missurum et hominibus feris obiecturum
+existimabat. \sect Commodissimum visum est C. Valerium Procillum, C.
+Valerii Caburi filium, summa virtute et humanitate adulescentem,
+cuius pater a C. Valerio Flacco civitate donatus erat, et propter
+fidem et propter linguae Gallicae scientiam, qua multa iam Ariovistus
+longinqua consuetudine utebatur, et quod in eo peccandi Germanis causa
+non esset, ad eum mittere, et una M. Metium, qui hospitio Ariovisti
+utebatur. \sect His mandavit quae diceret Ariovistus cognogcerent et
+ad se referrent. Quos cum apud se in castris Ariovistus conspexisset,
+exercitu suo praesente conclamavit: quid ad se venirent? an speculandi
+causa? Conantes dicere prohibuit et in catenas coniecit.
+
+\chap Eodem die castra promovit et milibus passuum \textsc{vi} a Caesaris
+castris sub monte consedit. \sect Postridie eius diei praeter castra
+Caesaris suas copias traduxit et milibus passuum duobus ultra eum
+castra fecit eo consilio uti frumento commeatuque qui ex Sequanis
+et Haeduis supportaretur Caesarem intercluderet. \sect Ex eo die
+dies continuos V Caesar pro castris suas copias produxit et aciem
+instructam habuit, ut, si vellet Ariovistus proelio contendere, ei
+potestas non deesset. \sect Ariovistus his omnibus diebus exercitum
+castris continuit, equestri proelio cotidie contendit. Genus hoc
+erat pugnae, quo se Germani exercuerant: \sect equitum milia erant
+\textsc{vi}, totidem numero pedites velocissimi ac fortissimi, quos ex omni
+copia singuli singulos suae salutis causa delegerant: \sect cum his
+in proeliis versabantur, ad eos se equites recipiebant; hi, si quid
+erat durius, concurrebant, si qui graviore vulnere accepto equo
+deciderat, circumsistebant; \sect si quo erat longius prodeundum aut
+celerius recipiendum, tanta erat horum exercitatione celeritas ut
+iubis sublevati equorum cursum adaequarent.
+
+\chap Ubi eum castris se tenere Caesar intellexit, ne diutius commeatu
+prohiberetur, ultra eum locum, quo in loco Germani consederant,
+circiter passus \textsc{dc} ab his, castris idoneum locum delegit acieque
+triplici instructa ad eum locum venit. \sect Primam et secundam aciem
+in armis esse, tertiam castra munire iussit. \sect [Hic locus ab hoste
+circiter passus \textsc{dc}, uti dictum est, aberat.] Eo circiter hominum
+\textsc{xvi} milia expedita cum omni equitatu Ariovistus misit, quae copiae
+nostros terrerent et munitione prohiberent. \sect Nihilo setius Caesar,
+ut ante constituerat, duas acies hostem propulsare, tertiam opus
+perficere iussit. Munitis castris duas ibi legiones reliquit et partem
+auxiliorum, quattuor reliquas legiones in castra maiora reduxit.
+
+\chap Proximo die instituto suo Caesar ex castris utrisque copias
+suas eduxit paulumque a maioribus castris progressus aciem instruxit
+hostibusque pugnandi potestatem fecit. \sect Ubi ne tum quidem eos
+prodire intellexit, circiter meridiem exercitum in castra reduxit.
+Tum demum Ariovistus partem suarum copiarum, quae castra minora
+oppugnaret, misit. Acriter utrimque usque ad vesperum pugnatum est.
+Solis occasu suas copias Ariovistus multis et inlatis et acceptis
+vulneribus in castra reduxit. \sect Cum ex captivis quaereret Caesar
+quam ob rem Ariovistus proelio non decertaret, hanc reperiebat causam,
+quod apud Germanos ea consuetudo esset ut matres familiae eorum
+sortibus et vaticinationibus declararent utrum proelium committi ex
+usu esset necne; eas ita dicere: \sect non esse fas Germanos superare,
+si ante novam lunam proelio contendissent.
+
+\chap Postridie eius diei Caesar praesidio utrisque castris quod
+satis esse visum est reliquit, alarios omnes in conspectu hostium
+pro castris minoribus constituit, quod minus multitudine militum
+legionariorum pro hostium numero valebat, ut ad speciem alariis
+uteretur; ipse triplici instructa acie usque ad castra hostium
+accessit. \sect Tum demum necessario Germani suas copias castris
+eduxerunt generatimque constituerunt paribus intervallis, Harudes,
+Marcomanos, Tribocos, Vangiones, Nemetes, Sedusios, Suebos, omnemque
+aciem suam raedis et carris circumdederunt, ne qua spes in fuga
+relinqueretur. \sect Eo mulieres imposuerunt, quae ad proelium
+proficiscentes milites passis manibus flentes implorabant ne se in
+servitutem Romanis traderent.
+
+\chap {\DriveOut Caesar singulis legionibus singulos legatos et quaestorem}
+praefecit, uti eos testes suae quisque virtutis haberet; \sect
+ipse a dextro cornu, quod eam partem minime firmam hostium esse
+animadverterat, proelium commisit. \sect Ita nostri acriter in hostes
+signo dato impetum fecerunt itaque hostes repente celeriterque
+procurrerunt, ut spatium pila in hostes coiciendi non daretur. \sect
+Relictis pilis comminus gladiis pugnatum est. At Germani celeriter ex
+consuetudine sua phalange facta impetus gladiorum exceperunt. \sect
+Reperti sunt complures nostri qui in phalanga insilirent et scuta
+manibus revellerent et desuper vulnerarent. \sect Cum hostium acies a
+sinistro cornu pulsa atque in fugam coniecta esset, a dextro cornu
+vehementer multitudine suorum nostram aciem premebant. \sect Id cum
+animadvertisset P. Crassus adulescens, qui equitatui praeerat, quod
+expeditior erat quam ii qui inter aciem versabantur, tertiam aciem
+laborantibus nostris subsidio misit.
+
+\chap Ita proelium restitutum est, atque omnes hostes terga verterunt
+nec prius fugere destiterunt quam ad flumen Rhenum milia passuum
+ex eo loco circiter \textsc{l} pervenerunt. \sect Ibi perpauci aut viribus
+confisi tranare contenderunt aut lintribus inventis sibi salutem
+reppererunt. \sect In his fuit Ariovistus, qui naviculam deligatam ad
+ripam nactus ea profugit; reliquos omnes consecuti equites nostri
+interfecerunt. \sect Duae fuerunt Ariovisti uxores, una Sueba natione,
+quam domo secum eduxerat, altera Norica, regis Voccionis soror, quam
+in Gallia duxerat a fratre missam: utraque in ea fuga periit; duae
+filiae: harum altera occisa, altera capta est. \sect C. Valerius
+Procillus, cum a custodibus in fuga trinis catenis vinctus traheretur,
+in ipsum Caesarem hostes equitatu insequentem incidit. \sect Quae
+quidem res Caesari non minorem quam ipsa victoria voluptatem attulit,
+quod hominem honestissimum provinciae Galliae, suum familiarem et
+hospitem, ereptum ex manibus hostium sibi restitutum videbat neque
+eius calamitate de tanta voluptate et gratulatione quicquam fortuna
+deminuerat. \sect Is se praesente de se ter sortibus consultum dicebat,
+utrum igni statim necaretur an in aliud tempus reservaretur: sortium
+beneficio se esse incolumem. \sect Item M. Metius repertus et ad eum
+reductus est.
+
+\chap Hoc proelio trans Rhenum nuntiato, Suebi, qui ad ripas Rheni
+venerant, domum reverti coeperunt; quos ubi qui proximi Rhenum
+incolunt perterritos senserunt, insecuti magnum ex iis numerum
+occiderunt. \sect Caesar una aestate duobus maximis bellis confectis
+maturius paulo quam tempus anni postulabat in hiberna in Sequanos
+exercitum deduxit; hibernis Labienum praeposuit; \sect ipse in
+citeriorem Galliam ad conventus agendos profectus est.
+
+\Liber
+
+\chap \incipit{Cum} esset Caesar in citeriore Gallia [in hibernis],
+ita uti supra demonstravimus, crebri ad eum rumores
+adferebantur litterisque item Labieni certior fiebat
+omnes Belgas, quam tertiam esse Galliae partem
+dixeramus, contra populum Romanum coniurare obsidesque
+inter se dare. \sect Coniurandi has esse causas:
+primum quod vererentur ne, omni pacata Gallia, ad
+eos exercitus noster adduceretur; \sect deinde quod ab non
+nullis Gallis sollicitarentur, partim qui, ut Germanos
+diutius in Gallia versari noluerant, ita populi Romani
+exercitum hiemare atque inveterascere in Gallia moleste
+ferebant, partim qui mobilitate et levitate animi
+novis imperiis studebant; \sect ab non nullis etiam quod
+in Gallia a potentioribus atque iis qui ad conducendos
+homines facultates habebant vulgo regna occupabantur;
+qui minus facile eam rem imperio nostro
+consequi poterant.
+
+\chap His nuntiis litterisque commotus Caesar duas legiones
+in citeriore Gallia novas conscripsit et inita
+aestate in ulteriorem Galliam qui deduceret Q.~Pedium
+legatum misit. \sect Ipse, cum primum pabuli copia esse
+inciperet, ad exercitum venit. \sect Dat negotium Senonibus reliquisque Gallis
+qui finitimi Belgis erant uti ea
+quae apud eos gerantur cognoscant seque de his rebus
+certiorem faciant. \sect Hi constanter omnes nuntiaverunt
+manus cogi, exercitum in unum locum conduci. Tum
+vero dubitandum non existimavit quin ad eos
+proficisceretur. Re frumentaria provisa castra movet
+diebusque circiter \textsc{xv} ad fines Belgarum pervenit.
+
+\chap Eo cum de improviso celeriusque omnium opinione
+venisset, Remi, qui proximi Galliae ex Belgis sunt,
+ad eum legatos Iccium et Andebrogium, primos civitatis,
+miserunt, \sect qui dicerent se suaque omnia in fidem
+atque potestatem populi Romani permittere, neque
+se cum reliquis Belgis consensisse neque contra populum
+Romanum coniurasse, \sect paratosque esse et obsides
+dare et imperata facere et oppidis recipere et frumento
+ceterisque rebus iuvare; \sect reliquos omnes Belgas in
+armis esse, Germanosque qui cis Rhenum incolant
+sese cum his coniunxisse, \sect tantumque esse eorum
+omnium furorem ut ne Suessiones quidem, fratres
+consanguineosque suos, qui eodem iure et isdem legibus
+utantur, unum imperium unumque magistratum cum
+ipsis habeant, deterrere potuelint quin cum iis consentirent.
+
+\chap Cum ab iis quaereret quae civitates quantaeque in
+armis essent et quid in bello possent, sic reperiebat:
+plerosque Belgos esse ortos a Germanis Rhenumque
+antiquitus traductos propter loci fertilitatem ibi con\-se\-disse Gallosque
+qui ea loca incolerent expulisse,
+solosque esse qui, \sect patrum nostrorum memoria omni
+Gallia vexata, Teutonos Cimbrosque intra suos fines
+ingredi prohibuerint; \sect qua ex re fieri uti earum rerum
+memoria magnam sibi auctoritatem Illagnosque spiritus
+in re militari sumerent. \sect De numero eorum omnia se
+habere explorata Remi dicebant, propterea quod propinquitatibus
+adfinitatibus quo coniuncti quantam quisque
+multitudinem in communi Belgarum concilio ad
+id bellum pollicitus sit cognoverint. \sect Plurimum inter
+eos Bellovacos et virtute et auctoritate et hominum
+numero valere: hos posse conficere armata milia
+centum, pollicitos ex eo numero electa milia \textsc{lx} totiusque
+belli imperium sibi postulare. \sect Suessiones
+suos esse finitimos; fines latissimos teracissimosque
+agros possidere. \sect Apud eos fuisse regem nostra etiam
+memoria Diviciacum, totius Galliae potentissimum,
+qui cum magnae partis harum regionum, tum etiam
+Britanniae imperium obtinuerit; nunc esse regem
+Galbam: ad hunc propter iustitiam prudentiamque
+summam totius belli omnium voluntate deferri;
+oppida habere numero \textsc{xii}, polliceri milia armata L;
+totidem Nervios, \sect qui maxime feri inter ipsos habeantur
+longissimeque absint; \sect \textsc{xv} milia atrebates, ambianos
+x milia, morinos \textsc{xxv} milia, menapios \textsc{vii} milia,
+Caletos X milia, Veliocasses et Viromanduos totidem,
+atuatucos \textsc{xviiii} milia; \sect condrusos, eburones, caerosos,
+Paemanos, qui uno nomine Germani appellantur,
+arbitrari ad \textsc{xl} milia.
+
+\chap Caesar Remos cohortatus liberaliterque oratione
+prosecutus omnem senatum ad se convenire principumque
+liberos obsides ad se adduci iussit. Quae
+omnia ab his diligenter ad diem facta sunt. \sect Ipse
+Diviciacum Haeduum magnopere cohortatus docet
+quanto opere rei publicae comnlunisque salutis intersit
+manus hostium distineri, ne cum tanta multitudine
+uno tempore confligendum sit. \sect Id fieri posse, si suas
+copias Haedui in fines Bellovacorum introduxerint et
+eorum agros populari coeperint. \sect His $\langle$datis$\rangle$ mandatis
+eum a se dimittit. Postquam omnes Belgarum copias
+in unum locum coactas ad se venire vidit neque iam
+longe abesse ab iis quos miserat exploratoribus et ab
+Remis cognovit, flumen Axonam, quod est in extremis
+Remorum finibus, exercitum traducere maturavit atque
+ibi castra posuit. \sect Quae res et latus ullum castrorum
+ripis fluminis muniebat et post eum quae erant tuta
+ab hostibus reddebat et commeatus ab Remis reliquisque
+civitatibus ut sine periculo ad eum portari
+possent efficiebat. \sect In eo flumine pons erat. Ibi praesidium
+ponit et in altera parte fluminis Q.~Titurium
+Sabinum legatum cum sex cohortibus relinquit; castra
+in altitudinem pedum \textsc{xii} vallo fossaque duodeviginti
+pedum muniri iubet.
+
+\chap Ab his castris oppidum Remorum nomine Bibrax
+aberat milia passuum \textsc{viii}. Id ex itinere magno
+impetu Belgae oppugnare coeperunt. Aegre eo die
+sustentatum est. \sect Gallorum eadem atque Belgarum
+oppugnatio est haec: ubi circumiecta multitudine
+hominum totis moenibus undique in murum lapides
+iaci coepti sunt murusque defensoribus nudatus est,
+testudine facta portas succedunt murumque subruunt.
+Quod tum facile fiebat. \sect Nam cum tanta multitudo
+lapides ac tela $\dag$coicerent$\dag$, in muro consistendi
+potestas erat nulli. \sect Cum finem oppugnandi nox fecisset,
+Iccius Remus, summa nobilitate et gratia inter suos,
+qui tum oppido praeerat, unus ex iis qui legati de
+pace ad Caesarem venerant, nuntium ad eum mittit,
+nisi subsidium sibi submittatur, sese diutius sustinere
+non posse.
+
+\chap Eo de media nocte Caesar isdem ducibus usus qui
+nuntii ab Iccio venerant, Numidas et Cretas sagittarios
+et funditores Baleares subsidio oppidanis mittit;
+\sect quorum adventu et Remis cum spe delensionis studium
+propugnandi accessit et hostibus eadem de causa spes
+potiundi oppidi discessit. \sect Itaque paulisper apud oppidum
+morati agrosque Remorum depopulati, omnibus
+vicis aedificiisque quo adire potuerant incensis, ad
+castra Caesaris omnibus copiis contenderunt et a
+milibus passuum minus duobus castra posuerunt;
+\sect quae castra, ut fumo atque ignibus significabatur,
+amplius milibus passuum \textsc{viii} latitudinem patebant.
+
+\chap Caesar primo et propter multitudinem hostium et
+propter eximiam opinionem virtutis proelio supersedere
+statuit; \sect cotidie tamen equestribus proeliis quid
+hostis virtute posset et quid nostri auderent periclitabatur.
+\sect Ubi nostros non esse inferiores intellexit,
+loco pro castris ad aciem instruendam natura oportuno
+atque idoneo, quod is collis ubi castra posita erant
+paululum ex planitie editus tantum adversus in latitudinem
+patebat quantum loci acies instructa occupare
+poterat, atque ex utraque parte lateris deiectus habebat
+et in fronte leniter fastigatus paulatim ad planitiem
+redibat, ab utroque latere eius collis transversam
+fossam obduxit circiter passuum \textsc{cccc} \sect et ad extremas
+fossas castella constituit ibique tormenta conlocavit,
+ne, cum aciem instruxisset, hostes, quod tantum
+multitudine poterant, ab lateribus pugnantes suos
+circumvenire possent. \sect Hoc facto, duabus legionibus
+quas proxime conscripserat in castris relictis ut, si
+quo opus esset, subsidio duci possent, reliquas \textsc{vi}
+legiones pro castris in acie constituit. Hostes item
+suas copias ex castris eductas instruxerunt.
+
+\chap Palus erat non magna inter nostrum atque hostium
+exercitum. Hanc si nostri transirent hostes expectabant;
+nostri autem, si ab illis initium transeundi
+fieret, ut impeditos adgrederentur parati in armis
+erant. \sect Interim proelio equestri inter duas acies
+contendebatur. Ubi neutri transeundi initium faciunt,
+secundiore equitum proelio nostris Caesar suos in
+castra reduxit. \sect Hostes protinus ex eo loco ad flumen
+Axonam contenderunt, quod esse post nostra castra
+demonstratum est. \sect Ibi vadis repertis partem suarum
+copiarum traducere conati sunt eo consilio ut, si
+possent, castellum, cui praeerat Q.~Titurius legatus,
+expugnarent pontemque interscinderent, \sect si minus
+potuissent, agros Remorum popularentur, qui magno
+nobis usui ad bellum gerendum erant, commeatuque
+nostros prohiberent.
+
+\chap $\langle$Caesar$\rangle$ certior factus ab Titurio onlnem
+equitatum et levis armaturae Numidas, funditores
+sagittariosque pontem traducit atque ad eos contendit.
+Acriter in eo loco pugnatum est. \sect Hostes impeditos
+nostri in flumine adgressi magnum eorum numerum
+occiderunt; \sect per eorum corpora reliquos audacissime
+transire conantes multitudine telorum reppulerunt
+primosque, qui transierant, equitatu circumventos
+interfecerunt. \sect Hostes, ubi et de expugnando oppido
+et de flumine transeundo spem se fefellisse intellexerunt
+neque nostros in locum iniquiorum progredi
+pugnandi causa viderunt atque ipsos res frumentaria
+deficere coepit, concilio convocato constituerunt
+optimum esse domum suam quemque reverti, et quorum
+in fines primum Romani exercitum introduxissent,
+ad eos defendendos undique convenirent, ut potius
+in suis quam in alienis finibus decertarent et domesticis
+copiis rei frumentariae uterentur. \sect Ad eam sententiam
+cum reliquis causis haec quoque ratio eos
+deduxit, quod Diviciacum atque Haeduos finibus Bellovacorum
+adpropinquare cognoverant. His persuaderi
+ut diutius morarentur neque suis auxilium terrent
+non poterat.
+
+\chap Ea re constituta, secunda vigilia magno cum,
+strepitu ac tumultu castris egressi nullo certo ordine
+neque imperio, cum sibi quisque primum itineris
+locum peteret et domum pervenire properaret, fecerunt
+ut consimilis fugae profectio videretur. \sect Hac re statim
+Caesar per speculatores cognita insidias veritus, quod
+qua de causa discederent nondum perspexerat, exercitum
+equitatumque castris continuit. \sect Prima luce,
+confirmata re ab exploratoribus, omnem equitatum,
+qui novissimum agmen moraretur, praemisit. His
+Q.~Pedium et L.~Aurunculeium Cottam legatos praefecit;
+T.~Labienum legatum cum legionibus tribus
+subsequi iussit. \sect Hi novissimos adorti et multa milia
+passuum prosecuti magnam multitudinem eorum
+fugientium conciderunt, cum ab extremo agmine, ad
+quos ventum erat, consisterent fortiterque impetum
+nostrorum militum sustinerent, \sect priores, quod abesse
+a periculo viderentur neque ulla necessitate neque
+imperio continerentur, exaudito clamore perturbatis
+ordinibus omnes in fuga sibi praesidium ponerent.
+\sect Ita sine ullo periculo tantam eorum multitudinem
+nostri interfecerunt quantum fuit diei spatium; sub
+occasum solis sequi destiterunt seque in castra, ut erat
+imperatum, receperunt.
+
+\chap Postridie eius diei Caesar, prius quam se hostes ex
+terrore ac fuga reciperent, in fines Suessionum, qui
+proximi Remis erant, exercitum duxit et magno itinere
+[confecto] ad oppidum Noviodunum contendit. \sect Id ex
+itinere oppugnare conatus, quod vacuum ab
+defensoribus esse audiebat, propter latitudinem fossae
+murique altitudinem paucis defendentihus expugnare non
+potuit. \sect Castris munitis vineas agere quaeque ad
+oppugnandum usui erant comparare coepit. \sect Interim
+omnis ex fuga Suessionum multitudo in oppidum
+proxima nocte convenit. \sect Celeriter vineis ad oppidum
+actis, aggere iacto turribusque constitutis, magnitudine
+operum, quae neque viderant ante Galli neque
+audierant, et celeritate Romanorum permoti legatos ad
+Caesarem de deditione mittunt et petentibus Remis ut
+conservarentur impetrant.
+\chap Caesar, obsidibus acceptis primis civitatis
+atque ipsius Galbae regis duobus filiis armisque omnibus ex
+oppido traditis, in deditionem Suessiones accipit
+exercitumque in Bellovacos ducit. \sect Qui cum se suaque
+omnia in oppidum Bratuspantium contulissent atque
+ab eo oppido Caesar cum exercitu circiter milia
+passuum V abesset, omnes maiores natu ex oppido
+egressi manus ad Caesarem tendere et voce significare
+coeperunt sese in eius fidem ac potestatem venire
+neque contra populum Romanum armis contendere.
+\sect Item, cum ad oppidum accessisset castraque ibi poneret,
+pueri mulieresque ex muro passis mallibus suo more
+pacem ab Romanis petierunt.
+
+\chap Pro his Diviciacus (nam post discessum Belgarum
+dimissis Haeduorum copiis ad Cum reverterat) facit
+verba: \sect Bellovacos omni tempore in fide atque amicitia
+civitatis Haeduae fuisse; \sect impulsos ab suis principibus,
+qui dicerent Haeduos a Caesare in servitutem redacto.
+omnes indignitates contumeliasque perferre, et ab
+Haeduis defecisse et populo Romano bellum intulisse.
+\sect Qui eius consilii principes fuissent, quod intellegerent
+quantam calamitatem civitati intulissent, in Britanniam
+profugisse. \sect Petere non solum Bellovacos, sed
+etiam pro his Haeduos, ut sua clementia ac
+mansuetudine in eos utatur. \sect Quod si fecerit, Haeduorum
+auctoritatem apud omnes Belgas amplificaturum,
+quorum auxiliis atque opibus, si qua bella inciderint,
+sustentare consuerint.
+
+\chap Caesar honoris Diviciaci atque Haeduorum causa
+sese eos in fidem recepturum et conservaturum dixit,
+et quod erat civitas magna inter Belgas auctoritate
+atque hominum multitudine praestabat, \textsc{dc} obsides
+poposcit. \sect His traditis omnibusque armis ex oppido
+conlatis, ab eo loco in fines Ambianorum pervenit;
+qui se suaque omnia sine mora dediderunt. \sect Eorum
+fines Nervii attingebant. Quorum de natura
+moribusque Caesar cum quaereret, sic reperiebat: \sect nullum
+esse aditum ad eos mercatoribus; nihil pati vini
+reliquarumque rerum ad luxuriam pertinentium
+inferri, quod his rebus relanguescere animos eorum
+et remitti virtutem existimarent; \sect esse homines feros
+magnaeque virtutis; increpitare atque incusare reliquos
+Belgas, qui se populo Romano dedidissent
+patriamque virtutem proiecissent; \sect confirmare sese
+neque legatos missuros neque ullam condicionem pacis
+accepturos.
+
+\chap Cum per eorum fines triduum iter fecisset, inveniebat
+ex captivis Sabim flumen a castris suis non
+amplius milibus passuum X abesse; \sect trans id flumen
+omnes Nervios consedisse adventumque ibi Romanorum
+expectare una cum Atrebatibus et Viromanduis,
+finitimis suis \sect (nam his utrisque persuaserant
+uti eandem belli fortunam experirentur); \sect expectari
+etiam ab iis Atuatucorum copias atque esse in itinere;
+\sect mulieres quique per aetatem ad pugnam inutiles
+viderentur in eum locum coniecisse quo propter
+paludes exercitui aditus non esset.
+
+\chap His rebus cognitis, exploratores centurionesque
+praemittit qui locum castris idoneum deligant. \sect Cum ex
+dediticiis Belgis reliquisque Gallis complures Caesarem
+secuti una iter facerent, quidam ex his, ut postea ex
+captivis cognitum est, eorum dierum consuetudine
+itineris nostri exercitus perspecta, nocte ad Nervios
+pervenerunt atque his demonstrarunt inter singulas
+legiones impedimentorum magnum numerum intercedere,
+neque esse quicquam negotii, cum prima legio
+in castra venisset reliquaeque legiones magnum spatium
+abessent, hanc sub sarcinis adoriri; \sect qua pulsa
+impedimentisque direptis, futurum ut reliquae contra
+consistere non auderent. \sect Adiuvabat etiam eorum
+consilium qui rem deferebant quod Nervii antiquitus,
+cum equitatu nihil possent (neque enim ad hoc
+tempus ei rei student, sed quicquid possunt,
+pedestribus valent copiis), quo facilius finitimorum
+equitatum, si praedandi causa ad eos venissent, impedirent,
+teneris arboribus incisis atque inflexis crebrisque in
+latitudinem ramis enatis [et] rubis sentibusque
+interiectis effecerant ut instar muri hae saepes
+munimentum praeberent, quo non modo non intrari sed ne
+perspici quidem posset. \sect His rebus cum iter agminis
+nostri impediretur, non omittendum sibi consilium
+Nervii existimaverunt.
+
+\chap Loci natura erat haec, quem locum nostri castris
+delegerant. Collis ab summo aequaliter declivis ad
+flumen Sabim, quod supra nominavimus, vergebat.
+\sect Ab eo flumine pari acclivitate collis nascebatur
+adversus huic et contrarius, passus circiter \textsc{cc} infimus
+apertus, ab superiore parte silvestris, ut non facile
+introrsus perspici posset. \sect Intra eas silvas hostes in
+occulto sese continebant; in aperto loco secundum
+flumen paucae stationes equitum videbantur. Fluminis
+erat altitudo pedum circiter trium.
+
+\chap Caesar equitatu praemisso subsequebatur omnibus
+copiis; sed ratio ordoque agminis aliter se habebat
+ac Belgae ad Nervios detulerant. \sect Nam quod hostibus
+adpropinquabat, consuetudine sua caesar \textsc{vi} legiones
+expeditas ducebat; \sect {\DriveOut post eas totius exercitus
+impedimenta conlocarat; inde duae legiones quae proxime
+conscriptae erant totum agmen claudebant praesidioque
+impedimentis erant}. \sect Equites nostri cum funditoribus
+sagittariisque flumen transgressi cum hostium
+equitatu proelium commiserunt. \sect Cum se illi identidem
+in silvis ad suos reciperent ac rursus ex silva in
+nostros impetum facerent, neque nostri longius quam
+quem ad finem porrecta [ac] loca aperta pertinebant
+cedentes insequi auderent, interim legiones \textsc{vi} quae
+primae venerant, opere dimenso, castra munire
+coeperunt. \sect Ubi prima impedimenta nostri exercitus ab
+iis qui in silvis abditi latebant visa sunt, quod tempus
+inter eos committendi proelii convenerat, ut intra
+silvas aciem ordinesque constituerant atque ipsi sese
+confirmaverant, subito omnibus copiis provolaverunt
+impetumque in nostros equites fecerunt. \sect His facile
+pulsis ac proturbatis, incredibili celeritate ad flumen
+decucurrerunt, ut paene uno tempore et ad silvas et
+in flumine [et iam in manibus nostris] hostes
+viderentur. \sect Eadem autem celeritate adverso colle ad
+nostra castra atque eos qui in opere occupati erant
+contenderunt.
+
+\chap Caesari omnia uno tempore erant agenda: vexillum
+proponendum, quod erat insigne, cum ad arma concurri
+oporteret; signum tuba dandum; ab opere
+revocandi milites; qui paulo longius aggeris petendi
+causa processerant arcessendi; acies instruenda;
+milites cohortandi; signum dandum. Quarum rerum
+magnam partem temporis brevitas et incursus hostium
+impediebat. \sect His difficultatibus duae res erant
+subsidio, scientia atque usus militum, quod superioribus
+proeliis exercitati quid fieri oporteret non minus
+commode ipsi sibi praescribere quam ab aliis doceri
+poterant, et quod ab opere singulisque legionibus
+singulos legatos Caesar discedere nisi munitis castris
+vetuerat. \sect Hi propter propinquitatem et celeritatem
+hostium nihil iam Caesaris imperium expectabant, sed
+per se quae videbantur administrabant.
+
+\chap Caesar, necessariis rebus imperatis, ad cohortandos
+milites, quam [in] partem fors obtulit, decucurrit et
+ad legionem decimam devenit. \sect Milites non longiore
+oratione cohortatus quam uti suae pristinae virtutis
+memoriam retinerent neu perturbarentur animo
+hostiumque impetum fortiter sustinerent, \sect quod non
+longius hostes aberant quam quo telum adigi posset,
+proelii committendi signum dedit. \sect Atque in alteram
+item cohortandi causa profectus pugnantibus
+occurrit. \sect Temporis tanta fuit exiguitas hostiumque
+tam paratus ad dimicandum animus ut non modo ad
+insignia accommodanda sed etiam ad galeas induendas
+scutisque tegimenta detrahenda tempus defuerit.
+\sect Quam quisque ab opere in partem casu devenit
+quaeque prima signa conspexit, ad haec constitit, ne
+in quaerendis suis pugnandi tempus dimitteret.
+
+\chap Instructo exercitu magis ut loci natura [delectusque
+collis] et necessitas temporis quam ut rei militaris
+ratio atque ordo postulabat, cum diversae legiones
+aliae alia in parte hostibus resisterent saepibusque
+densissimis, ut ante demonstravimus, interiectis
+prospectus impediretur, neque certa subsidia conlocari
+neque quid in quaque parte opus esset provideri
+neque ab uno omnia imperia administrari poterant.
+\sect Itaque in tanta rerum iniquitate fortunae quoque
+eventus varii sequebantur.
+
+\chap Legionis \textsc{viiii}. et \textsc{x}. milites, ut in sinistra parte
+aciei constiterant, pilis emissis cursu ac lassitudine
+exanimatos vulneribusque confectos Atrebates (nam
+his ea pars obvenerat) celeriter ex loco superiore in
+flumen compulerunt et transire conantes insecuti
+gladiis magnam partem eorum impeditam interfecerunt.
+\sect Ipsi transire flumen non dubitaverunt et
+in locum iniquum progressi rursus resistentes hostes
+redintegrato proelio in fugam coniecerunt. \sect Item alia
+in parte diversae duae legiones, \textsc{xi}. et \textsc{viii}., profligatis
+Viromanduis, quibuscum erant congressae, ex
+loco superiore in ipsis fluminis ripis proeliabantur.
+\sect At totis fere castris a fronte et a sinistra parte nudatis,
+cum in dextro cornu legio \textsc{xii}. et non magno
+ab ea intervallo \textsc{vii}. constitisset, omnes Nervii
+confertissimo agmine duce Boduognato, qui summam
+imperii tenebat, ad eum locum contenderunt; quorum
+pars $\langle$ab$\rangle$ aperto latere legiones circumvenire, pars
+summum castrorum locum petere coepit.
+
+\chap Eodem tempore equites nostri levisque armaturae
+pedites, qui cum iis una fuerant, quos primo hostium
+impetu pulsos dixeram, cum se in castra reciperent,
+adversis hostibus occurrebant ac rursus aliam in
+partem fugam petebant; \sect et calones, qui ab decumana
+porta ac summo iugo collis nostros victores flumen
+transire conspexerant, praedandi causa egressi, cum
+respexissent et hostes in nostris castris versari
+vidissent, praecipites fugae sese mandabant. \sect Simul eorum
+qui cum impedimentis veniebant clamor fremitusque
+oriebatur, aliique aliam in partem perterriti ferebantur.
+\sect Quibus omnibus rebus permoti equites Treveri, quorum
+inter Gallos virtutis opinio est singularis, qui auxilii
+causa a civitate missi ad Caesarem venerant, cum
+multitudine hostium castra [nostra] compleri, legiones
+premi et paene circumventas teneri, calones, equites,
+tunditores, Numidas diversos dissipatosque in omnes
+partes fugere vidissent, desperatis nostris rebus
+domum contenderunt: \sect Romanos pulsos superatosque,
+castris impedimentisque eorum hostes potitos civitati
+renuntiaverunt.
+
+\chap Caesar ab X. legionis cohortatione ad dextrum
+cornu prolectus, ubi suos urgeri signisque in unum
+locum conlatis \textsc{xii}. legionis confertos milites sibi
+ipsos ad pugnam esse impedimento vidit, quartae
+cohortis omnibus centurionibus occisis signiferoque
+interfecto, signo amisso, reliquarum cohortium omnibus
+fere centurionibus aut vulneratis aut occisis, in
+his primipilo P.~Sextio Baculo, fortissimo viro, multis
+gravibusque vulneribus confecto, ut iam se sustinere
+non posset, reliquos esse tardiores et non nullos ab
+novissimis deserto $\langle$loco$\rangle$ proelio excedere ac tela
+vitare, hostes neque a fronte ex inferiore loco
+subeuntes intermittere et ab utroque latere instare et
+rem esse in angusto vidit, neque ullum esse subsidium
+quod submitti posset, \sect scuto ab novissimis [uni] militi
+detracto, quod ipse eo sine scuto venerat, in primam
+aciem processit centurionibusque nominatim appellatis
+reliquos cohortatus milites signa inferre et manipulos
+laxare iussit, quo facilius gladiis uti possent. \sect Cuius
+adventu spe inlata militibus ac redintegrato animo,
+cum pro se quisque in conspectu imperatoris etiam
+in extremis suis rebus operam navare cuperet, paulum
+hostium impetus tardatus est.
+
+\chap Caesar, cum \textsc{vii}. legionem, quae iuxta constiterat,
+item urgeri ab hoste vidisset, tribunos militum monuit
+ut paulatim sese legiones coniungerent et conversa
+signa in hostes inferrent. \sect Quo facto cum aliis alii
+subsidium ferrent neque timerent ne aversi ab hoste
+circumvenirentur, audacius resistere ac fortius
+pugnare coeperunt. \sect Interim milites legionum duarum
+quae in novissimo agmine praesidio impedimentis
+fuerant, proelio nuntiato, cursu incitato in summo
+colle ab hostibus conspiciebantur, \sect et T.~Labienus
+castris hostium potitus et ex loco superiore quae res
+in nostris castris gererentur conspicatus X.~legionem
+subsidio nostris misit. \sect Qui cum ex equitum et
+calonum fuga quo in loco res esset quantoque in
+periculo et castra et legiones et imperator
+versaretur cognovissent, nihil ad celeritatem sibi reliqui
+fecerunt.
+
+\chap Horum adventu tanta rerum commutatio est facta
+ut nostri, etiam qui vulneribus confecti procubuissent,
+scutis innixi proelium redintegrarent, calones perterritos
+hostes conspicati etiam inermes armatis occurrerent,
+\sect equites vero, ut turpitudinem fugae virtute
+delerent, omnibus in locis pugnae se legionariis
+militibus praeferrent. \sect At hostes, etiam in extrema
+spe salutis, tantam virtutem praestiterunt ut, cum
+primi eorum cecidissent, proximi iacentibus insisterent
+atque ex eorum corporibus pugnarent, \sect his deiectis
+et coacervatis cadaveribus qui superessent ut ex
+tumulo tela in nostros coicerent et pila intercepta
+remitterent: \sect ut non nequiquam tantae virtutis
+homines iudicari deberet ausos esse transire latissimum
+flumen, ascendere altissimas ripas, subire iniquissimum
+locum; quae facilia ex difficillimis animi magnitudo
+redegerat.
+
+\chap Hoc proelio facto et prope ad internecionem gente
+ac nomine Nerviorum redacto, maiores natu, quos
+una cum pueris mulieribusque in aestuaria ac paludes
+coniectos dixeramus, hac pugna nuntiata, cum
+victoribus nihil impeditum, victis nihil tutum
+arbitrarentur, \sect omnium qui supererant consensu legatos ad
+Caesarem miserunt seque ei dediderunt; et in
+commemoranda civitatis calamitate ex \textsc{dc} ad tres
+senatores, ex hominum milibus \textsc{lx} vix ad d, qui arma
+ferre possent, sese redactos esse dixerunt. \sect Quos Caesar,
+ut in miseros ac supplices usus misericordia videretur,
+diligentissime conservavit suisque finibus atque oppidis
+uti iussit et finitimis imperavit ut ab iniuria et
+maleficio se suosque prohiberent.
+
+\chap Atuatuci, de quibus supra diximus, cum omnibus
+copiis auxilio Nerviis venirent, hac pugna nuntiata
+ex itinere domum reverterunt; \sect cunctis oppidis castellisque
+desertis sua omnia in unum oppidum egregie
+natura munitum contulerunt. \sect Quod cum ex omnibus
+in circuitu partibus altissimas rupes deiectusque
+haberet, una ex parte leniter acclivis aditus in
+latitudinem non amplius pedum \textsc{cc} relinquebatur; quem
+locum duplici altissimo muro munierant; tum magni
+ponderis saxa et praeacutas trabes in muro
+conlocabant. \sect Ipsi erant ex Cimbris Teutonisque prognati,
+qui, cum iter in provinciam nostram atque Italiam;
+facerent, iis impedimentis quae secum agere ac portare
+non poterant citra flumen Rhenum depositis custodiae
+[ex suis] ac praesidio \textsc{vi} milia hominum una reliquerant.
+\sect Hi post eorum obitum multos annos a finitimis
+exagitati, cum alias bellum inferrent, alias
+inlatum defenderent, consensu eorum omnium pace
+facta hunc sibi domicilio locum delegerant.
+
+\chap Ac primo adventu exercitus nostri crebras ex oppido
+excursiones faciebant parvulisque proeliis cum
+nostris contendebant; \sect postea vallo pedum \textsc{xii} in
+circuitu $\dag$\textsc{xv}$\dag$ milium crebrisque castellis
+circummuniti oppido sese continebant. \sect Ubi vineis actis aggere
+extructo turrim procul constitui viderunt, primum
+inridere ex muro atque increpitare vocibus, quod tanta
+machinatio a tanto spatio institueretur: \sect quibusnam
+mallibus aut quibus viribus praesertim homines tantulae
+staturae (nam plerumque omnibus Gallis prae
+magnitudine corporum quorum brevitas nostra
+contemptui est) tanti oneris turrim in muro sese $\langle$posse$\rangle$
+conlocare confiderent?
+
+\chap Ubi vero moveri et adpropinquare muris viderunt,
+nova atque inusitata specie commoti legatos ad
+Caesarem de pace miserunt, qui ad hunc modum locuti,
+\sect non se existimare Romanos sine ope divina bellum
+gerere, qui tantae altitudinis machinationes tanta
+celeritate promovere possent, \sect se suaque omnia eorum
+potestati permittere dixerunt. \sect Unum petere ac deprecari:
+si forte pro sua clementia ac mansuetudine,
+quam ipsi ab aliis audirent, statuisset Atuatucos esse
+conservandos, ne se armis despoliaret. \sect Sibi omnes
+fere finitimos esse inimicos ac suae virtuti invidere;
+a quibus se defelldere traditis armis non possent.
+\sect Sibi praestare, si in eum casum deducerentur, quamvis
+fortunam a populo Romano pati quam ab his per
+cruciatum interfici inter quos dominari consuessent.
+
+\chap Ad haec Caesar respondit: se magis consuetudine
+sua quam merito eorum civitatem conservaturum, si
+prius quam murum aries attigisset se dedidissent;
+\sect sed deditionis nullam esse condicionem nisi armis
+traditis. Se id quod in Nerviis fecisset facturum
+finitimisque imperaturum ne quam dediticiis populi
+Romani iniuriam inferrent. \sect Re renuntiata ad suos
+illi se quae imperarentur facere dixerunt. \sect Armorum
+magna multitudine de muro in fossam, quae erat
+ante oppidum, iacta, sic ut prope summam muri
+aggerisque altitudinem acervi armorum adaequarent,
+et tamen circiter parte tertia, ut postea perspectum
+est, celata atque in oppido retenta, portis patefactis eo
+die pace sunt usi.
+
+\chap \looseness=1 Sub vesperum Caesar portas claudi militesque ex
+oppido exire iussit, ne quam noctu oppidani a
+militibus iniuriam acciperent. \sect Illi ante inito, ut
+intellectum est, consilio, quod deditione facta nostros
+praesidia deducturos aut denique indiligentius
+servaturos crediderant, partim cum iis quae retinuerant
+et celaverant armis, partim scutis ex cortice factis
+aut viminibus intextis, quae subito, ut temporis
+exiguitas postulabat, pellibus induxerant, tertia
+vigilia, qua minime arduus ad nostras munitiones accensus
+videbatur, omnibus copiis repente ex oppido eruptionem
+fecerunt. \sect Celeriter, ut ante Caesar imperaverat,
+ignibus significatione facta, ex proximis castellis
+eo concursum est, \sect pugnatumque ab hostibus ita acriter
+est ut a viris fortibus in extrema spe salutis iniquo
+loco contra eos qui ex vallo turribusque tela iacerent
+pugnari debuit, cum in una virtute omnis spes consisteret.
+\sect occisis ad hominum milibus \textsc{iiii} reliqui
+in oppidum reiecti sunt. \sect Postridie eius diei refractis
+portis, cum iam defenderet nemo, atque intromissis
+militibus nostris, sectionem eius oppidi universa
+Caesar vendidit. \sect Ab iis qui emerant capitum numerus
+ad eum relatus est milium \textsc{liii}.
+
+\chap Eodem tempore a P.~Crasso, quem cum legione una
+miserat ad Venetos, Venellos, Osismos, Coriosolitas,
+Esuvios, Aulercos, Redones, quae sunt maritimae
+civitates Oceanumque attingunt, certior factus est omnes
+eas civitates in dicionem potestatemque populi Romani
+esse redactas.
+
+\chap His rebus gestis omni Gallia pacata, tanta huius
+belli ad barbaros opinio perlata est uti ab iis
+nationibus quae trans Rhenum incolerent legationes ad
+Caesarem mitterentur, quae se obsides daturas,
+imperata facturas pollicerentur. \sect Quas legationes Caesar,
+quod in Italiam Illyricumque properabat, inita proxima
+aestate ad se reverti iussit. \sect Ipse in Carnutes, Andes,
+Turonos quaeque civitates propinquae iis locis erant
+ubi bellum gesserat, legionibus in hiberna deductis,
+in Italiam profectus est. \sect Ob easque res ex litteris
+caesaris dierum \textsc{xv} supplicatio decreta est, quod ante
+id tempus accidit nulli.
+
+\Liber
+
+\chap \incipit{Cum} in Italiam proficisceretur Caesar, Ser.~Galbam
+cum legione \textsc{xii}. et parte equitatus in Nantuates,
+Veragros Sedunosque misit, qui a finibus Allobrogum
+et lacu Lemanno et flumine Rhodano ad summas Alpes
+pertinent. \sect Causa mittendi fuit quod iter per Alpes,
+quo magno cum periculo magnisque cum portoriis
+mercatores ire consuerant, patefieri volebat. \sect Huic
+permisit, si opus esse arbitraretur, uti in his locis
+legionem hiemandi causa conlocaret. \sect Galba secundis
+aliquot proeliis factis castellisque compluribus eorum
+expugnatis, missis ad eum undique legatis obsidibusque
+datis et pace facta, constituit cohortes duas in
+Nantuatibus conlocare et ipse cum reliquis eius legionis
+cohortibus in vico Veragrorum, qui appellatur
+Octodurus hiemare; \sect qui vicus positus in valle non
+magna adiecta planitie altissimis montibus undique
+continetur. \sect Cum hic in duas partes flumine divideretur,
+alteram partem eius vici Gallis [ad hiemandum]
+concessit, alteram vacuam ab his relictam cohortibus
+attribuit. Eum locum vallo fossaque munivit.
+
+\chap Cum dies hibernorum complures transissent
+frumentumque eo comportari iussisset, subito per
+exploratores certior factus est ex ea parte vici, quam Gallis
+concesserat, omnes noctu discessisse montesque qui
+impenderent a maxima multitudine Sedunorum et
+Veragrorum teneri. \sect Id aliquot de causis acciderat,
+ut subito Galli belli renovandi legionisque
+opprimendae consilium caperent: \sect primum, quod legionem
+neque eam plenissimam detractis cohortibus duabus
+et compluribus singillatim, qui commeatus petendi
+causa missi erant, absentibus propter paucitatem
+despiciebant; \sect tum etiam, quod propter iniquitatem loci,
+cum ipsi ex montibus in vallem decurrerent et tela
+coicerent, ne primum quidem impetum suum posse
+sustineri existimabant. \sect Accedebat quod suos ab se
+liberos abstraetos obsidum nomine dolebant, et
+Romanos non solum itinerum causa sed etiam perpetuae
+possessionis culmina Alpium oceupare conari et ea
+loca finitimae provinciae adiungere sibi persuasum
+habebant.
+
+\chap His nuntiis acceptis Galba, cum neque opus hibernorum
+munitionesque plene essent perfectae neque
+de frumento reliquoque commeatu satis esset provisum
+quod deditione facta obsidibusque acceptis nihil de
+bello timendum existimaverat, consilio celeriter
+convocato sententias exquirere coepit. \sect Quo in consilio,
+cum tantum repentini periculi praeter opinionem
+accidisset ac iam omnia fere superiora loca multitudine
+armatorum completa conspicerentur neque subsidio
+veniri neque commeatus supportari interclusis itineribus
+possent, \sect prope iam desperata salute non nullae
+eius modi sententiae dicebantur, ut impedimentis
+relictis eruptione facta isdem itineribus quibus eo
+pervenissent ad salutem contenderent. \sect Maiori tamen
+parti placuit, hoc reservato ad extremum $\langle$casum$\rangle$
+consilio interim rei eventum experiri et castra defendere.
+
+\chap Brevi spatio interiecto, vix ut iis rebus quas
+constituissent conlocandis atque administrandis tempus
+daretur, hostes ex omnibus partibus signo dato
+decurrere, lapides gaesaque in vallum coicere. \sect Nostri
+primo integris viribus fortiter propugnare neque
+ullum flustra telum ex loco superiore mittere, et
+quaecumque pars castrorum nudata defensoribus
+premi videbatur, eo occurrere et auxilium ferre, \sect sed
+hoc superari quod diuturnitate pugnae hostes defessi
+proelio excedebant, alii integris viribus succedebant;
+\sect quarum rerum a nostris propter paucitatem fieri nihil
+poterat, ac non modo defesso ex pugna excedendi, sed
+ne saucio quidem eius loci ubi constiterat relinquendi
+ac sui recipiendi facultas dabatur.
+
+\chap Cum iam amplius horis sex continenter pugnaretur,
+ac non solum vires sed etiam tela nostros deficerent,
+atque hostes acrius instarent languidioribusque nostris
+vallum scindere et fossas complere coepissent, resque
+esset iam ad extremum perducta casum, \sect P.~Sextius
+Baculus, primi pili centurio, quem Nervico proelio
+compluribus confectum vulneribus diximus, et item
+C.~Volusenus, tribunus militum, vir et consilii magni
+et virtutis, ad Galbam accurrunt atque unam esse
+spem salutis docent, si eruptione facta extremum
+auxilium experirentur. \sect Itaque convocatis centurionibus
+celeriter milites certiores facit, paulisper
+intermitterent proelium ac tantum modo tela missa
+exciperent seque ex labore reficerent, post dato signo
+ex castris erumperent, atque omnem spem salutis in
+virtute ponerent.
+
+\chap Quod iussi sunt faciunt, ac subito omnibus portis
+eruptione facta neque cognoscendi quid fieret neque
+sui colligendi hostibus facultatem relinquunt. \sect Ita
+commutata fortuna eos qui in spem potiundorum
+castrorum venerant undique circumventos intercipiunt,
+et ex hominum milibus amplius \textsc{xxx}, quem numerum
+barbarorum ad castra venisse constabat, plus tertia
+parte interfecta reliquos perterritos in fugam coiciunt
+ac ne in locis quidem superioribus consistere patiuntur.
+\sect Sic omnibus hostium copiis fusis armisque exutis se
+intra munitiones suas recipiunt. \sect Quo proelio facto,
+quod saepius fortunam temptare Galba nolebat atque
+alio se in hiberna consilio venisse meminerat, aliis
+occurrisse rebus videbat, maxime frumenti [commeatusque]
+inopia permotus postero die omnibus eius vici
+aedificiis incensis in provinciam reverti contendit, \sect ac
+nullo hoste prohibente aut iter demorante incolumem
+legionem in Nantuates, inde in Allobroges perduxit
+ibique hiemavit.
+
+\chap His rebus gestis cum omnibus de causis Caesar
+pacatam Galliam existimaret, [\,superatis Belgis,
+expulsis Germanis, victis in Alpibus Sedunis,\,] atque ita
+inita hieme in Illyricum profectus esset, quod eas
+quoque nationes adire et regiones cognoseere volebat,
+subitum bellum in Gallia eoortum est. \sect Eius belli
+haec fuit causa. P.~Crassus adulescens eum legione
+\textsc{vii}. proximus mare Oeeanum in Andibus hiemabat.
+\sect Is, quod in his loeis inopia frumenti erat, praefectos
+tribunosque militum eomplures in finitimas civitates
+frumenti causa dimisit; \sect quo in numero est T.~Terrasidius
+missus in Esuvios, M.~Trebius Gallus in Coriosolites,
+Q.~Velanius eum T.~Silio in Venetos.
+
+\chap Huius est civitatis longe amplissima auctoritas
+omnis orae maritimae regionum earum, quod et naves
+habent Veneti plurimas, quibus in Britanniam
+navigare consuerunt, et scientia atque usu rerum
+nauticarum ceteros antecedunt et in magno impetu maris
+atque aperto paucis portibus interiectis, quos tenent
+ipsi, omnes fere qui eo mari uti consuerunt habent
+vectigales. \sect Ab his fit initium retinendi Silii atque
+Velanii, quod per eos suos se obsides, quos Crasso
+dedissent, recuperaturos existimabant. \sect Horum
+auctoritate finitimi adducti, ut sunt Gallorum subita et
+repentina consilia, eadem de causa Trebium
+Terrasidiumque retinent et celeriter missis legatis per suos
+principes inter se coniurant nihil nisi communi
+consilio acturos eundemque omnes fortunae exitum esse
+laturos, \sect reliquasque civitates sollicitant, ut in ea
+libertate quam a maioribus acceperint permanere
+quam Romanorum servitutem perferre malint. \sect Omni
+ora maritima celeriter ad suam sententiam perducta
+communem legationem ad P.~Crassum mittunt, si
+velit suos recuperare, obsides sibi remittat.
+
+\chap Quibus de rebus Caesar a Crasso certior factus,
+quod ipse aberat longius, naves interim longas
+aedificari in flumine Ligeri, quod influit in Oceanum,
+remiges ex provincia institui, nautas gubernatoresque
+comparari iubet. \sect His rebus celeriter administratis
+ipse, cum primum per anni tempus potuit, ad
+exercitum contendit. \sect Veneti reliquaeque item civitates
+cognito Caesaris adventu [certiores facti], simul quod
+quantum in se facinus admisissent intellegebant,
+[legatos, quod nomen ad omnes nationes sanctum
+inviolatumque semper fuisset, retentos ab se et in
+vincula coniectos,] pro magnitudine periculi bellum
+parare et maxime ea quae ad usum navium pertinent
+providere instituunt, boc maiore spe quod multum
+natura loci confidebant. \sect Pedestria esse itinera
+concisa aestuariis, navigationem impeditam propter
+inscientiam locorum paucitatemque portuum sciebant,
+\sect neque nostros exercitus propter inopiam frumenti
+diutius apud se morari posse confidebant; \sect ac iam
+ut omnia contra opinionem acciderent, tamen sc
+plurimum navibus posse, [quam] Romanos neque
+ullam facultatem habere navium, neque eorum
+locorum ubi bellum gesturi essent vada, portus, insulas
+novisse; \sect ac longe aliam esse navigationem in concluso
+mari atque in vastissimo atque apertissimo Oceano
+perspiciebant. \sect His initis consiliis oppida muniunt,
+\sect frumenta ex agris in oppida comportant, naves in
+Venetiam, ubi Caesarem primum bellum gesturum
+\sect constabat, quam plurimas possunt cogunt. Socios
+sibi ad id bellum Osismos, Lexovios, Namnetes,
+Ambiliatos, Morinos, Diablintes, Menapios adsciscunt;
+auxilia ex Britannia, quae contra eas regiones posita
+est, arcessunt.
+
+\chap Erant hae difficultates belli gerendi quas supra
+ostendiIrIus, sed tamen multa Caesarem ad id bellum
+incitabant: \sect iniuria retentorum equitum Romanorum,
+rebellio facta post deditionem, defectio datis obsidibus,
+tot civitatum coniuratio, in primis ne hac parte
+neglecta reliquae nationes sibi idem licere arbitrarentur.
+\sect Itaque cum intellegeret omnes fere Gallos
+novis rebus studere et ad bellum mobiliter celeriterque
+excitari, omnes autem homines natura libertati studere
+et condicionem servitutis odisse, prius quam plures
+civitates conspirarent, partiendum sibi ac latius
+distribuendum exercitum putavit.
+
+\chap Itaque T.~Labienum legatum in Treveros, qui proximi
+flumini Rheno sunt, cum equitatu mittit. \sect Huic
+imandat, Remos reliquosque Belgas adeat atque in
+officio contineat Germanosque, qui auxilio a Belgis
+arcessiti dicebantur, si per vim navibus flumen transire
+conentur, prohibeat. \sect P.~Crassum cum cohortibus legionariis
+\textsc{xii} et magno numero equitatus in aquitaniam proficisci iubet,
+ne ex his nationibus auxilia in
+Galliam mittantur ac tantae nationes coniungantur.
+\sect Q.~Titurium Sabinum legatum cum legionibus tribus
+in Venellos, Coriosolites Lexoviosque mittit, qui eam
+manum distinendam curet. \sect D.~Brutum adulescentem
+classi Gallicisque navibus, quas ex Pictonibus et
+Santonis reliquisque pacatis regionibus convenirel
+iusserat, praeficit et, cum primum possit, in Venetos
+proficisci iubet. Ipse eo pedestribus copiis contendit.
+
+\chap Erant eius modi fere situs oppidorum ut posita
+in extremis lingulis promunturiisque neque pedibus
+aditum haberent, cum ex alto se acstus incitavisset,
+quod [bis] accidit semper horarum \textsc{xii} spatio, neque
+navibus, quod rursus minuente aestu naves in vadis
+adflictarentur. \sect Ita utraque re oppidorum oppugnatio
+impediebatur. \sect Ac si quando magnitudine operis forte
+superati, extruso mari aggere ac molibus atque his
+oppidi moenibus adaequatis, suis fortunis desperare
+coeperant, magno numero navium adpulso, cuius rei
+summam facultatem habebant, omnia sua deportabant
+seque in proxima oppida recipiebant: \sect ibi se rursus
+isdem oportunitatibus loci defendebant. \sect Haec eo
+facilius Inagnaln partem aestatis faciebant quod
+nostrae naves tempestatibus detinebantur summaque
+erat vasto atque aperto mari, rnagnis aestibus, raris
+ac prope nullis portibus difficultas navigandi.
+
+\chap Namque ipsorum naves ad hunc modum factae
+armataeque erant: carinae aliquanto planiores quam
+nostrarum navium, quo facilius vada ac decessum
+aestus excipere possent; \sect prorae admodum erectae
+atque item puppes, ad magnitudinem fluctuum
+tempestatumque accommodatae; \sect naves totae factae ex
+robore ad quamvis vim et contumeliam perferendam;
+\sect transtra ex pedalibus in altitudinem trabibus, confixa
+clavis ferreis digiti pollicis crassitudine; \sect ancorae pro
+funibus ferreis catenis revinctae; \sect pelles pro velis
+alutaeque tenuiter confectae, [hae] sive propter inopiam
+lini atque eius usus inscientiam, sive eo, quod est
+magis veri simile, quod tantas tempestates Oceani
+tantosque impetus ventorum sustineri ac tanta onera
+navium regi velis non satis commode posse arbitrabantur.
+\sect Cum his navibus nostrae classi eius modi
+congressus erat ut una celeritate et pulsu remorum
+praestaret, reliqua pro loci natura, pro vi tempestatum
+illis essent aptiora et accommodatiora. \sect Neque enim
+iis nostrae rostro nocere poterant (tanta in iis erat
+firmitudo), neque propter altitudinem facile telum
+adigebatur, et eadem de causa minus commode copulis
+continebautur. \sect Accedebat ut, cum [saevire ventus
+coepisset et] se vento dedissent, et tempestatem ferrent
+facilius et in vadis consisterent tutius et ab aestu
+relictae nihil saxa et cotes timerent; quarum rerum
+omnium nostris navibus casus erat extimescendus.
+
+\chap Compluribus expugnatis oppidis Caesar, ubi intellexit
+frustra tantum laborem sumi neque hostium
+fugam captis oppidis reprimi neque iis noceri posse,
+statuit expectandam classem. \sect Quae ubi convenit ac
+primum ab hostibus visa est, circiter \textsc{ccxx} naves
+eorum paratissimae atque omni genere armorum
+ornatissimae profectae ex portu nostris adversae
+constiterunt; \sect neque satis Bruto, qui classi praeerat, vel
+tribunis militum centurionibusque, quibus singulae
+naves erant attributae, constabat quid agerent aut
+quam rationem pugnae insisterent. \sect Rostro enim
+noceri non posse cognoverant; turribus autem excitatis
+tamen has altitudo puppium ex barbaris navibus
+superabat, ut neque ex inferiore loco satis commode
+tela adigi possent et missa a Gallis gravius acciderent.
+\sect Una erat magno usui res praeparata a nostris, falces
+praeacutae insertae adfixaeque longuriis, non absimili
+forma muralium falcium. \sect His cum funes qui antemnas
+ad malos destinabant comprehensi adductique erant,
+navigio remis incitato praerumpebantur. \sect Quibus
+abscisis antemnae necessario concidebant, ut, cum
+omnis Gallicis navibus spes in velis armamentisque
+consisteret, his ereptis omnis usus navium uno tempore
+eriperetur. \sect Reliquum erat certamen positum in
+virtute, qua nostri milites facile superabant, atque
+eo magis quod in conspectu Caesaris atque omnis
+exercitus res gerebatur, ut nullum paulo fortius
+factum latere posset; \sect omnes enim colles ac loca
+superiora, unde erat propinquus despectus in mare,
+ab exercitu tenebantur.
+\chap Deiectis, ut diximus, antemnis, cum singulas binae
+ac ternae naves circumsteterant, milites summa vi
+transcendere in hostium naves contendebant. \sect Quod
+postquam barbari fieri animadverterunt, expugnatis
+compluribus navibus, cum ei rei nullum reperiretur
+auxilium, fuga salutem petere contenderunt. \sect Ac iam
+conversis in eam partem navibus quo ventus ferebat,
+tanta subito malacia ac tranquillitas extitit ut se ex
+loco movere non possent. \sect Quae quidem res ad negotium
+conficiendum maximae fuit oportunitati: \sect nam
+singulas nostri consectati expugnaverunt, ut perpaucae
+ex omni numero noctis interventu ad terram per venirent,
+cum ab hora fere \textsc{iiii}. usque ad solis occasum
+pugnaretur.
+
+\chap Quo proelio bellum Venetorum totiusque orae maritimae
+confectum est. \sect Nam cum omnis iuventus,
+omnes etiam gravioris aetatis in quibus aliquid consilii
+aut dignitatis fuit eo convenerant, tum navium quod
+ubique fuerat in unum locum coegerant; \sect quibus
+amissis reliqui neque quo se reciperent neque quem
+ad modum oppida defenderent habebant. \sect Itaque se
+suaque omnia Caesari dediderunt. In quos eo gravius
+Caesar vindicandum statuit quo diligentius in reliquum
+tempus a barbaris ius legatorum conservaretur.
+Itaque omni senatu necato reliquos sub corona
+vendidit.
+\chap Dum haec in Venetis geruntur, Q.~Titurius Sabinus
+cum iis copiis quas a Caesare acceperat in fines
+Venellorum pervenit. \sect His praeerat Viridovix ac
+summam imperii tenebat earum omnium civitatum
+quae defecerant, ex quibus exercitum [magnasque
+scopias] coegerat; \sect atque his paucis diebus Aulerci
+Eburovices Lexoviique, senatu suo interfecto quod
+auctores belli esse nolebant, portas clauserunt seque
+cum Viridovice coniunxerunt; \sect magnaque praeterea
+multitudo undique ex Gallia perditorum hominum
+latronumque convenerat, quos spes praedandi studiumque
+bellandi ab agri cultura et cotidiano labore
+revocabat. \sect Sabinus idoneo omnibus rebus loco castris
+sese tenebat, cum Viridovix contra eum duorum milium
+spatio consedisset cotidieque productis copiis pugnandi
+potestatem faceret, ut iam non solum hostibus in
+contemptionem Sabinus veniret, sed etiam nostrorum
+militum vocibus non nihil carperetur; \sect tantamque
+opinionem timoris praebuit ut iam ad vallum castrorum
+hostes accedere auderent. \sect Id ea de causa faciebat
+quod cum tanta multitudine hostium, praesertim eo
+absente qui summam imperii teneret, nisi aequo loco
+aut oportunitate aliqua data legato dimicandum non
+existimabat.
+
+\chap Hac confirmata opinione timoris idoneum quendam
+hominem et callidum deligit, Gallum, ex iis quos
+auxilii causa secum habebat. \sect Huic magnis praemiis
+pollicitationibusque persuadet uti ad hostes transeat,
+et quid fieri velit edocet. \sect Qui ubi pro perfuga ad
+eos venit, timorem Romanorum proponit, quibus
+angustiis ipse Caesar a Venetis prematur docet, \sect eque
+longius abesse quin proxima nocte Sabinus clam ex
+castris exercitum educat et ad Caesarem auxilii ferendi
+causa proficiscatur. \sect Quod ubi auditum est, conclamant
+omnes occasionem negotii bene gerendi amittendam non
+esse: \sect ad castra iri oportere. Multae res
+ad hoc consilium Gallos hortabantur: superiorum
+dierum Sabini cunctatio, perfugae confirmatio, inopia
+cibariorum, cui rei paum diligenter ab iis erat
+provisum, spes Venetici belli, et quod fere libenter.
+homines id quod volunt credunt. \sect His rebus adducti
+non prius Viridovicem reliquosque duces ex concilio
+dimittunt quam ab iis sit concessum arma uti capiant
+et ad castra contendant. \sect Qua re concessa laeti, ut
+explorata victoria, sarmentis virgultisque collectis,
+quibus fossas Romanorum compleant, ad castra pergunt.
+
+\chap Locus erat castrorum editus et paulatim ab imo
+acclivis circiter passus mille. Huc magno cursu
+contenderunt, ut quam minimum spatii ad se colligendos
+armandosque Romanis daretur, exanimatique pervenerunt.
+\sect Sabinus suos hortatus cupientibus signum dat.
+Impeditis hostibus propter ea quae ferebant onera
+subito duabus portis eruptionem fieri iubet. \sect Factum
+est oportunitate loci, hostium inscientia ac defatigatione,
+virtute militum et superiorum pugnarum exercitatione,
+ut ne unum quidem nostrorum impetum
+ferrent ac statim terga verterent. \sect Quos impeditos
+integris viribus milites nostri consecuti magnum
+numerum eorum occiderunt; reliquos equites consectati
+paucos, qui ex fuga evaserant, reliquerunt.
+\sect Sic uno tempore et de navali pugna Sabinus et de
+Sabini victoria Caesar est certior factus, civitatesque
+omnes se statim Titurio dediderunt. \sect Nam ut ad bella
+suscipienda Gallorum alacer ac promptus est animus,
+sic mollis ac minime resistens ad calamitates ferendas
+mens eorum est.
+
+\chap Eodem fere tempore P.~Crassus., cum in Aquitaniam
+pervenisset, quae [pars], ut ante dictum est,
+[et regionum latitudine et multitudine hominum] tertia pars
+Galliae est [aestimanda], cum intellegeret in iis locis
+sibi bellum gerendum ubi paucis ante annis L.~Valerius
+Praeconinus legatus exercitu pulso interfectus esset
+atque unde L.~Manlius proconsul impedimentis amissis
+profugisset, non mediocrem sibi diligentiam adhibendam
+intellegebat. \sect Itaque re frumentaria provisa,
+auxiliis equitatuque comparato, multis praeterea viris
+fortibus Tolosa et Carcasone et Narbone, quae sunt
+civitates Galliae provinciae finitimae, ex his regionibus
+nominatim evocatis, in Sotiatium fines exercitum introduxit.
+\sect Cuius adventu cognito Sotiates magnis
+copiis coactis, equitatuque, quo plurimum valebant,
+in itinere agmen nostrum adorti primum equestre
+proelium commiserunt, \sect deinde equitatu suo pulso
+atque insequentibus nostris subito pedestres copias,
+quas in convalle in insidiis conlocaverant, ostenderunt.
+Hi nostros disiectos adorti proelium renovarunt.
+
+\chap Pugnatum est diu atque acriter, cum Sotiates
+superioribus victoriis freti in sua virtute totius
+Aquitaniae salutem positam putarent, nostri autem quid
+sine imperatore et sine reliquis legionibus adulescentulo
+duce efficere possent perspici cuperent;
+tandem confecti vulneribus hostes terga verterunt.
+\sect Quorum magno numero interfecto Crassus ex itinere
+oppidum Sotiatium oppugnare coepit. Quibus fortiter
+resistentibus vineas turresque egit. \sect Illi alias eruptione
+temptata, alias cuniculis ad aggerem vineasque actis
+(cuius rei sunt longe peritissimi Aquitani, propterea
+quod multis locis apud eos aerariae secturaeque sunt),
+ubi diligentia nostrorum nihil his rebus profici posse
+intellexerunt, legatos ad Crassum mittunt seque in
+deditionem ut recipiat petunt. Qua re impetrata arma
+tradere iussi faciunt.
+
+\chap Atque in eam rem omnium nostrorum intentis
+animis alia ex parte oppidi Adiatunnus, qui summam
+imperii tenebat, cum \textsc{dc} devotis, quos illi soldurios
+appellant, \sect quorum haec est condicio, ut omnibus in
+vita commodis una cum iis fruantur quorum se
+amicitiae dediderint, si quid his per vim accidat, aut
+eundem casum una ferant aut sibi mortem consciscant;
+\sect neque adhuc hominum memoria repertus est quisquam
+qui, eo interfecto cuius se amicitiae devovisset, mortem
+recusaret---\sect cum his Adiatunnus eruptionem facere
+conatus clamore ab ea parte munitionis sublato cum
+ad arma milites concurrissent vehementerque ibi
+pugnatum esset, repulsus in oppidum tamen uti eadem
+deditionis condicione uteretur a Crasso impetravit.
+
+\chap Armis obsidibusque acceptis, Crassus in fines Vocatium
+et Tarusatium profectus est. \sect Tum vero barbari
+commoti, quod oppidum et natura loci et manu
+munitum paucis diebus quibus eo ventum erat
+expugnatum cognoverant, legatos quoque versus
+dimittere, coniurare, obsides inter se dare, copias parare
+coeperunt. \sect Mittuntur etiam ad eas civitates legati
+quae sunt citerioris Hispaniae finitimae Aquitaniae:
+inde auxilia ducesque arcessuntur. \sect Quorum adventu
+magna cum auctoritate et magna [cum] hominum
+multitudine bellum gerere conantur. \sect Duces vero ii
+deliguntur qui una cum Q.~Sertorio omnes annos
+fuerant summamque scientiam rei militaris habere
+existimabantur. \sect Hi consuetudine populi Romani loca
+capere, castra munire, commeatibus nostros
+intercludere instituunt. \sect Quod ubi Crassus animadvertit,
+suas copias propter exiguitatem non facile diduci,
+hostem et vagari et vias obsidere et castris satis
+praesidii relinquere, ob eam causam minus commode
+frumentum commeatumque sibi supportari, in dies
+hostium numcrum augeri, non cunctandum existimavit
+quin pugna decertaret. \sect Hac re ad consilium
+delata, ubi omnes idem sentire intellexit, posterum
+diem pugnae constituit.
+
+\chap Prima luce productis omnibus copiis duplici acie
+instituta, auxiliis in mediam aciem coniectis, quid
+hostes consilii caperent expectabat. \sect Illi, etsi propter
+multitudinem et veterem belli gloriam paucitatemque
+nostrorum se tuto dimicaturos existimabant, tamen
+tutius esse arbitrabantur obsessis viis commeatu intercluso
+sine vulnere victoria potiri, \sect et si propter inopiam
+rei frumentariae Romani se recipere coepissent,
+impeditos in agmine et sub sarcinis infirmiores animo
+adoriri cogitabant. \sect Hoc consilio probato ab ducibus,
+productis Romanorum copiis, sese castris tenebant.
+\sect Hac re perspecta Crassus, cum sua cunctatione atque
+opinione timoris hostes nostros milites alacriores ad
+pugnaudum effecissent atque omnium voces audirentur
+expectari diutius non oportere quin ad castra iretur,
+cohortatus suos omnibus cupientibus ad hostium castra
+contendit.
+
+\chap {\DriveOut Ibi cum alii fossas complerent, alii multis telis
+coniectis defensores vallo munitionibusque depellerent,
+auxiliaresque, quibus ad pugnam non multum Crassus
+confidebat, lapidibus telisque subministrandis et ad
+aggerem caespitibus comportandis speciem atque
+opinionem pugnantium praeberent, cum item ab hostibus
+constanter ac non timide pugnaretur telaque ex loco
+superiore missa non frustra acciderent,} \sect equites
+circumitis hostium castris Crasso renuntiaverunt non
+eadem esse diligentia ab decumana porta castra munita
+facilemque aditum habere.
+
+\chap Crassus equitum praefectos cohortatus, ut magnis
+praemiis pollicitationibusque suos excitarent, quid fieri
+vellet ostendit. \sect Illi, ut erat imperatum, eductis iis
+cohortibus quae praesidio castris relictae intritae ab
+labore erant, et longiore itinere circumductis, ne ex
+hostium castris conspici possent, omnium oculis
+mentibusque ad pugnam intentis celeriter ad eas quas
+diximus munitiones pervenerunt \sect atque his prorutis
+prius in hostium castris constiterunt quam plane ab
+his videri aut quid rei gereretur cognosci posset.
+\sect Tum vero clamore ab ea parte audito nostri redintegratis
+viribus, quod plerumque in spe victoriae accidere
+consuevit, acrius impugnare coeperunt. \sect Hostes undique
+circumventi desperatis omnibus rebus se per
+munitiones deicere et fuga salutem petere contenderunt.
+\sect Quos equitatus apertissimis campis consectatus ex
+milium L numero, quae ex Aquitania Cantabrisque
+convenisse constabat, vix quarta parte relicta, multa
+nocte se in castra recepit.
+
+\chap Hac audita pugna maxima pars Aquitaniae sese
+Crasso dedidit obsidesque ultro misit; quo in numero
+fuerunt Tarbelli, Bigerriones, Ptianii, Vocates,
+Tarusates, Elusates, Gates, Ausci, Garumni, Sibusates,
+Cocosates: \sect paucae ultimae nationes anni tempore confisae,
+quod hiems suberat, id facere neglexerunt.
+
+\chap Eodem fere tempore Caesar, etsi pmpe exacta iam
+aestas erat, tamen, quod omni Gallia pacata Morini
+Menapiique supererant, qui in armis essent neque ad
+eum umquam legatos de pace misissent, arbitratus id
+bellum celeriter confici posse eo exercitum duxit; qui
+longe alia ratione ac reliqui Galli bellum gerere coeperunt.
+\sect Nam quod intellegebant maximas nationes,
+quae proelio contendissent, pulsas superatasque esse,
+continentesque silvas ac paludes habebant, eo se suaque
+omnia contulerunt. \sect Ad quarum initium silvarum cum
+Caesar pervenisset castraque munire instituisset neque
+hostis interim visus esset, dispersis in opere nostris
+subito ex omnibus partibus silvae evolaverunt et in
+nostros impetum fecerunt. \sect Nostri celeriter arma
+ceperunt eosque in silvas repulerunt et compluribus
+interfectis longius impeditioribus locis secuti paucos
+ex suis deperdiderunt.
+
+\chap Reliquis deinceps diebus Caesar silvas caedere
+instituit, et ne quis inermibus imprudentibusque
+militibus ab latere impetus fieri posset, omnem eam
+materiam quae erat caesa conversam ad hostem conlocabat
+et pro vallo ad utrumque latus extruebat.
+\sect Incredibili celeritate magno spatio paucis diebus
+confecto, cum iam pecus atque extrema impedimenta a
+nostris tenerentur, ipsi densiores silvas peterent, eius
+modi sunt tempestates consecutae uti opus necessario
+intermitteretur et continuatione imbrium diutius sub
+pellibus milites contineri non possent. \sect Itaque vastatis
+omnibus eorum agris, vicis aedificiisque incensis,
+Caesar exercitum reduxit et in Aulercis Lexoviisque,
+reliquis item civitatibus quae proxime bellum fecerant,
+in hibernis conlocavit.
+
+\Liber
+
+\chap \incipit{Ea} {\DriveOut quae secuta est hieme, qui fuit annus Cn.~Pompeio,
+M.~Crasso consulibus, Usipetes Germani et item Tencteri magna [cum]
+multitudine hominum flumen Rhenum transierunt, non longe a mari, quo
+Rhenus influit}. \sect Causa transeundi fuit quod ab Suebis complures
+annos exagitati bello premebantur et agri cultura prohibebantur.
+\sect Sueborum gens est longe maxima et bellicosissima Germanorum omnium.
+\sect Hi centum pagos habere dicuntur, ex quibus quotannis singula milia
+armatorum bellandi causa ex finibus educunt. Reliqui, qui domi
+manserunt, se atque illos alunt; \sect hi rursus in vicem anno post in
+armis sunt, illi domi remanent. \sect Sic neque agri cultura nec ratio
+atque usus belli intermittitur. \sect Sed privati ac separati agri apud eos
+nihil est, neque longius anno remanere uno in loco colendi causa licet.
+\sect Neque multum frumento, sed maximam partem lacte atque pecore vivunt
+multum sunt in venationibus; \sect quae res et cibi genere et cotidiana
+exercitatione et libertate vitae, quod a pueris nullo officio aut
+disciplina adsuefacti nihil omnino contra voluntatem faciunt, et vires
+alit et immani corporum magnitudine homines efficit. \sect Atque in eam
+se consuetudinem adduxerunt ut locis frigidissimis neque vestitus
+praeter pelles habeant quicquam, quarum propter exiguitatem magna est
+corporis pars aperta, et laventur in fluminibus.
+
+\chap Mercatoribus est aditus magis eo ut quae bello ceperint quibus
+vendant habeant, quam quo ullam rem ad se importari desiderent. \sect
+Quin etiam iumentis, quibus maxime Galli delectantur quaeque impenso
+parant pretio, Germani importatis non utuntur, sed quae sunt apud eos
+nata, parva atque deformia, haec cotidiana exercitatione summi ut sint
+laboris efficiunt. \sect Equestribus proeliis saepe ex equis desiliunt
+ac pedibus proeliantur, equos eodem remanere vestigio adsue fecerunt, ad
+quos se celeriter, cum usus est, recipiunt: \sect neque eorum moribus
+turpius quicquam aut inertius habetur quam ephippiis uti. \sect Itaque ad
+quemvis numerum ephippiatorum equitum quamvis pauci adire audent. \sect
+Vinum omnino ad se importari non patiuntur, quod ea re ad laborem
+ferendum remollescere homines atque effeminari arbitrantur.
+
+\chap Publice maximam putant esse laudem quam latissime a suis finibus
+vacare agros: hac re significari magnum numerum civitatum suam vim
+sustinere non posse. \sect Itaque una ex parte a Suebis circiter milia
+passuum C agri vacare dicuntur. \sect Ad alteram partem succedunt Ubii,
+quorum fuit civitas ampla atque florens, ut est captus Germanorum; ii
+paulo, quamquam sunt eiusdem generis, sunt ceteris humaniores, propterea
+quod Rhenum attingunt multum ad eos mercatores ventitant et ipsi propter
+propinquitatem [quod] Gallicis sunt moribus adsuefacti. \sect Hos cum
+Suebi multis saepe bellis experti propter amplitudinem gravitatem
+civitatis finibus expellere non potuissent, tamen vectigales sibi
+fecerunt ac multo humiliores infirmiores redegerunt.
+
+\chap In eadem causa fuerunt Usipetes et Tencteri, quos supra diximus;
+qui complures annos Sueborum vim sustinuerunt, \sect ad extremum tamen
+agris expulsi et multis locis Germaniae triennium vagati ad Rhenum
+pervenerunt, quas regiones Menapii incolebant. Hi ad utramque ripam
+fluminis agros, aedificia vicosque habebant; \sect sed tantae
+multitudinis adventu perterriti ex iis aedificiis quae trans flumen
+habuerant demigraverant, et cis Rhenum dispositis praesidiis Germanos
+transire prohibebant. \sect Illi omnia experti, cum neque vi contendere
+propter inopiam navium neque clam transire propter custodias Menapiorum
+possent, \sect reverti se in suas sedes regiones simulaverunt et tridui
+viam progressi rursus reverterunt atque omni hoc itinere una nocte
+equitatu confecto inscios inopinantes Menapios oppresserunt, \sect qui de
+Germanorum discessu per exploratores certiores facti sine metu trans
+Rhenum in suos vicos remigraverant. \sect His interfectis navibus eorum
+occupatis, prius quam ea pars Menapiorum quae citra Rhenum erat certior
+fieret, flumen transierunt atque omnibus eorum aedificiis occupatis
+reliquam partem hiemis se eorum copiis aluerunt.
+
+\chap His de rebus Caesar certior factus et infirmitatem Gallorum
+veritus, quod sunt in consiliis capiendis mobiles et novis plerumque
+rebus student, nihil his committendum existimavit. \sect Est enim hoc
+Gallicae consuetudinis, uti et viatores etiam invitos consistere cogant
+et quid quisque eorum de quaque re audierit aut cognoverit quaerant et
+mercatores in oppidis vulgus circumsistat quibus ex regionibus veniant
+quas ibi res cognoverint pronuntiare cogat. \sect His rebus atque
+auditionibus permoti de summis saepe rebus consula ineunt, quorum eos in
+vestigio paenitere necesse est, cum incertis rumoribus serviant et pleri
+ad voluntatem eorum ficta respondeant.
+
+\chap Qua consuetudine cognita Caesar, ne graviori bello, occurreret,
+maturius quam consuerat ad exercitum proficiscitur. \sect Eo cum
+venisset, ea quas fore suspicatus erat facta cognovit: \sect missas
+legationes ab non nullis civitatibus ad Germanos invitatos eos uti ab
+Rheno discederent: omnia quae[que] postulassent ab se fore parata. \sect
+Qua spe adducti Germani latius iam vagabantur et in fines Eburonum et
+Condrusorum, qui sunt Treverorum clientes, pervenerant. \sect Principibus
+Gallice evocatis Caesar ea quae cognoverat dissimulanda sibi
+existimavit, eorumque animis permulsis et confirmatis equitatu imperato
+bellum cum Germanis gerere constituit.
+
+\chap Re frumentaria comparata equitibusque delectis iter in ea loca
+facere coepit, quibus in locis esse Germanos audiebat. \sect A quibus cum
+paucorum dierum iter abesset, legati ab iis venerunt, quorum haec fuit
+oratio: \sect Germanos neque priores populo Romano bellum inferre neque
+tamen recusare, si lacessantur, quin armis contendant, quod Germanorum
+consuetudo [haec] sit a maioribus tradita, Quicumque bellum inferant,
+resistere neque deprecari. Haec tamen dicere venisse invitos, eiectos
+domo; \sect si suam gratiam Romani velint, posse iis utiles esse amicos;
+vel sibi agros attribuant vel patiantur eos tenere quos armis
+possederint: \sect sese unis Suebis concedere, quibus ne di quidem
+immortales pares esse possint; reliquum quidem in terris esse neminem
+quem non superare possint.
+
+\chap Ad haec Caesar quae visum est respondit; sed exitus fuit
+orationis: sibi nullam cum iis amicitiam esse posse, si in Gallia
+remanerent; \sect neque verum esse, qui suos fines tueri non potuerint
+alienos occupare; neque ullos in Gallia vacare agros qui dari tantae
+praesertim multitudini sine iniuria possint; \sect sed licere, si velint,
+in Ubiorum finibus considere, quorum sint legati apud se et de Sueborum
+iniuriis querantur et a se auxilium petant: hoc se Ubiis imperaturus.
+
+\chap Legati haec se ad suos relaturos dixerunt et re deliberata post
+diem tertium ad Caesarem reversuros: interea ne propius se castra
+moveret petierunt. \sect Ne id quidem Caesar ab se impetrari posse dixit.
+\sect Cognoverat enim magnam partem equitatus ab iis aliquot diebus ante
+praedandi frumentandi causa ad Ambivaritos trans Mosam missam: hos
+expectari equites atque eius rei causa moram interponi arbitrabatur.
+
+\chap [Mosa profluit ex monte Vosego, qui est in finibus Lingonum, et
+parte quadam ex Rheno recepta, quae appellatur Vacalus insulam efficit
+Batavorum, in Oceanum influit \sect neque longius ab Oceano milibus
+passuum \textsc{lxxx} in rhenum influit. \sect rhenus autem oritur ex lepontiis, qui
+Alpes incolunt, et longo spatio per fines Nantuatium, Helvetiorum,
+Sequanorum, Mediomatricorum, Tribocorum, Treverorum citatus fertur et,
+\sect ubi Oceano adpropinquavit, in plures diffluit partes multis
+ingentibus insulis effectis, quarum pars magna a feris barbaris
+nationibus incolitur, \sect ex quibus sunt qui piscibus atque ovis avium
+vivere existimantur, multis capitibus in Oceanum influit.]
+
+\chap Caesar cum ab hoste non amplius passuum \textsc{xii}: milibus abesset, ut
+erat constitutum, ad eum legati revertuntur; qui in itinere congressi
+magnopere ne longius progrederetur orabant. \sect Cum id non
+impetrassent, petebant uti ad eos [equites] qui agmen antecessissent
+praemitteret eos pugna prohiberet, sibique ut potestatem faceret in
+Ubios legatos mittendi; \sect quorum si principes ac senatus sibi iure
+iurando fidem fecisset, ea condicione quae a Caesare ferretur se usuros
+ostendebant: ad has res conficiendas sibi tridui spatium daret. \sect
+Haec omnia Caesar eodem illo pertinere arbitrabatur ut tridui mora
+interposita equites eorum qui abessent reverterentur; tamen sese non
+longius milibus passuum \textsc{iiii} aquationis causa processurum eo die dixit:
+\sect huc postero die quam frequentissimi convenirent, ut de eorum
+postulatis cognosceret. \sect Interim ad praefectos, qui cum omni
+equitatu antecesserant, mittit qui nuntiarent ne hostes proelio
+lacesserent, et si ipsi lacesserentur, sustinerent quoad ipse cum
+exercitu propius accessisset.
+
+\chap At hostes, ubi primum nostros equites conspexerunt, quorum erat V
+milium numerus, cum ipsi non amplius \textsc{dccc} equites haberent, quod ii qui
+frumentandi causa erant trans Mosam profecti nondum redierant, nihil
+timentibus nostris, quod legati eorum paulo ante a Caesare discesserant
+atque is dies indutiis erat ab his petitus, impetu facto celeriter
+nostros perturbaverunt; \sect rursus his resistentibus consuetudine sua
+ad pedes desiluerunt subfossis equis compluribus nostris deiectis
+reliquos in fugam coniecerunt atque ita perterritos egerunt ut non prius
+fuga desisterent quam in conspectum agminis nostri venissent. \sect In eo
+proelio ex equitibus nostris interficiuntur \textsc{iiii} et
+\textsc{lxx}, \sect in his vir
+fortissimus Piso Aquitanus, amplissimo genere natus, cuius avus in
+civitate sua regnum obtinuerat amicus a senatu nostro appellatus. \sect
+Hic cum fratri intercluso ab hostibus auxilium ferret, illum ex periculo
+eripuit, ipse equo vulnerato deiectus, quoad potuit, fortissime
+restitit; \sect cum circumventus multis vulneribus acceptis cecidisset
+atque id frater, qui iam proelio excesserat, procul animadvertisset,
+incitato equo se hostibus obtulit atque interfectus est.
+
+\chap Hoc facto proelio Caesar neque iam sibi legatos audiendos neque
+condiciones accipiendas arbitrabatur ab iis qui per dolum atque insidias
+petita pace ultro bellum intulissent; \sect expectare vero dum hostium
+copiae augerentur equitatus reverteretur summae dementiae esse
+iudicabat, \sect et cognita Gallorum infirmitate quantum iam apud eos
+hostes uno proelio auctoritatis essent consecuti sentiebat; quibus ad
+consilia capienda nihil spatii dandum existimabat. \sect His constitutis
+rebus et consilio cum legatis et quaestore communicato, ne quem diem
+pugnae praetermitteret, oportunissima res accidit, quod postridie eius
+diei mane eadem et perfidia et simulatione usi Germani frequentes,
+omnibus principibus maioribusque natu adhibitis, ad eum in castra
+venerunt, \sect simul, ut dicebatur, sui purgandi causa, quod contra
+atque esset dictum et ipsi petissent, proelium pridie commisissent,
+simul ut, si quid possent, de indutiis fallendo impetrarent. \sect Quos
+sibi Caesar oblatos gavisus illos retineri iussit; ipse omnes copias
+castris D eduxit equitatumque, quod recenti proelio perterritum esse
+existimabat, agmen subsequi iussit.
+
+\chap Acie triplici instituta et celeriter \textsc{viii} milium itinere confecto,
+prius ad hostium castra pervenit quam quid ageretur Germani sentire
+possent. \sect Qui omnibus rebus subito perterriti et celeritate
+adventus nostri et discessu suorum, neque consilii habendi neque arma
+capiendi spatio dato perturbantur, copiasne adversus hostem ducere an
+castra defendere an fuga salutem petere praestaret. \sect Quorum timor
+cum fremitu et concursu significaretur, milites nostri pristini diei
+perfidia incitati in castra inruperunt. \sect Quo loco qui celeriter
+arma capere potuerunt paulisper nostris restiterunt atque inter carros
+impedimenta proelium commiserunt; \sect at reliqua multitudo puerorum
+mulierum (nam eum omnibus suis domo excesserant Rhenum transierant)
+passim fugere coepit, ad quos consectandos Caesar equitatum misit.
+
+\chap Germani post tergum clamore audito, eum suos interfiei viderent,
+armis abiectis signis militaribus relictis se ex castris eiecerunt, \sect
+et eum ad confluentem Mosae et Rheni pervenissent, reliqua fuga
+desperata, magno numero interfecto, reliqui se in flumen
+praecipitaverunt atque ibi timore, lassitudine, vi fluminis oppressi
+perierunt. \sect Nostri ad unum omnes incolumes, perpaucis vulneratis, ex
+tanti belli timore, cum hostium numerus capitum \textsc{ccccxxx} milium fuisset,
+se in castra receperunt. \sect Caesar iis quos in castris retinuerat
+discedendi potestatem fecit. \sect Illi supplicia cruciatusque Gallorum
+veriti, quorum agros vexaverant, remanere se apud eum velle dixerunt.
+His Caesar libertatem concessit.
+
+\chap Germanico bello confecto multis de causis Caesar statuit sibi
+Rhenum esse transeundum; quarum illa fuit iustissima quod, cum videret
+Germanos tam facile impelli ut in Galliam venirent, suis quoque rebus
+eos timere voluit, cum intellegerent et posse et audere populi Romani
+exercitum Rhenum transire. \sect Accessit etiam quod illa pars equitatus
+Usipetum et Tencterorum, quam supra commemoravi praedandi frumentandi
+causa Mosam transisse neque proelio interfuisse, post fugam suorum se
+trans Rhenum in fines Sugambrorum receperat seque cum his coniunxerat.
+\sect Ad quos cum Caesar nuntios misisset, qui postularent eos qui sibi
+Galliae bellum intulissent sibi dederent, responderunt: \sect populi
+Romani imperium Rhenum finire; si se invito Germanos in Galliam transire
+non aequum existimaret, cur sui quicquam esse imperii aut potestatis
+trans Rhenum postularet? \sect Ubii autem, qui uni ex Transrhenanis ad
+Caesarem legatos miserant, amicitiam fecerant, obsides dederant,
+magnopere orabant ut sibi auxilium ferret, quod graviter ab Suebis
+premerentur; \sect vel, si id facere occupationibus rei publicae
+prohiberetur, exercitum modo Rhenum transportaret: id sibi
+$\langle$ad$\rangle$ auxilium spemque reliqui temporis satis futurum.
+\sect Tantum esse nomen atque opinionem eius exercitus Ariovisto pulso et
+hoc novissimo proelio facto etiam ad ultimas Germanorum nationes, uti
+opinione et amicitia populi Romani tuti esse possint. \sect Navium
+magnam copiam ad transportandum exercitum pollicebantur.
+
+\chap Caesar his de causis quas commemoravi Rhenum transire decrevat;
+sed navibus transire neque satis tutum esse arbitrabatur neque suae
+neque populi Romani dignitatis esse statuebat. \sect Itaque, etsi summa
+difficultas faciendi pontis proponebatur propter latitudinem,
+rapiditatem altitudinemque fluminis, tamen id sibi contendendum aut
+aliter non traducendum exercitum existimabat. \sect Rationem pontis hanc
+instituit. Tigna bina sesquipedalia. paulum ab imo praeacuta dimensa ad
+altitudinem fluminis intervallo pedum duorum inter se iungebat. \sect
+Haec cum machinationibus immissa in flumen defixerat fistucisque
+adegerat, non sublicae modo derecte ad perpendiculum, sed prone ac
+fastigate, ut secundum naturam fluminis procumberent, \sect iis item
+contraria duo ad eundem modum iuncta intervallo pedum quadragenum ab
+inferiore parte contra vim atque impetu fluminis conversa statuebat.
+\sect Haec utraque insuper bipedalibus trabibus immissis, quantum eorum
+tignorum iunctura distabat, binis utrimque fibulis ab extrema parte
+distinebantur; \sect quibus disclusis atque in contrariam partem
+revinctis, tanta erat operis firmitudo atque ea rerum natura ut, quo
+maior vis aquae se incitavisset, hoc artius inligata tenerentur. \sect
+Haec derecta materia iniecta contexebantur ac longuriis cratibusque
+consternebantur; \sect ac nihilo setius sublicae et ad inferiorem partem
+fluminis oblique agebantur, quae pro ariete subiectae et cum omni opere
+coniunctae vim fluminis exciperent, \sect et aliae item supra pontem
+mediocri spatio, ut, si arborum trunci sive naves deiciendi operis causa
+essent a barbaris missae, his defensoribus earum rerum vis minueretur
+neu ponti nocerent.
+
+\chap Diebus X, quibus materia coepta erat comportari, omni opere
+effecto exercitus traducitur. \sect Caesar ad utramque partem pontis
+firmo praesidio relicto in fines Sugambrorum contendit. \sect Interim a
+compluribus civitatibus ad eum legati veniunt; quibus pacem atque
+amicitiam petentibus liberaliter respondet obsidesque ad se adduci
+iubet. \sect At Sugambri, ex eo tempore quo pons institui coeptus est
+fuga comparata, hortantibus iis quos ex Tencteris atque Usipetibus apud
+se habebant, finibus suis excesserant suaque omnia exportaverant seque
+in solitudinem ac silvas abdiderant.
+
+\chap Caesar paucos dies in eorum finibus moratus, omnibus vicis
+aedificiisque incensis frumentisque succisis, se in fines Ubiorum
+recepit atque his auxilium suum pollicitus, si a Suebis premerentur,
+haec ab iis cognovit: \sect Suebos, postea quam per exploratores pontem
+fieri comperissent, more suo concilio habito nuntios in omnes partes
+dimisisse, uti de oppidis demigrarent, liberos, uxores suaque omnia in
+silvis deponerent atque omnes qui arma ferre possent unum in locum
+convenirent. \sect Hunc esse delectum medium fere regionum earum quas
+Suebi obtinerent; hic Romanorum adventum expectare atque ibi decertare
+constituisse. \sect Quod ubi Caesar comperit, omnibus iis rebus
+confectis, quarum rerum causa exercitum traducere constituerat, ut
+Germanis metum iniceret, ut Sugambros ulcisceretur, ut Ubios obsidione
+liberaret, diebus omnino \textsc{xviii} trans rhenum consumptis, satis et ad
+laudem et ad utilitatem profectum arbitratus se in Galliam recepit
+pontemque rescidit.
+
+\chap Exigua parte aestatis reliqua Caesar, etsi in his locis, quod
+omnis Gallia ad septentriones vergit, maturae sunt hiemes, tamen in
+Britanniam proficisci contendit, quod omnibus fere Gallicis bellis
+hostibus nostris inde subministrata auxilia intellegebat, \sect et si
+tempus anni ad bellum gerendum deficeret, tamen magno sibi usui fore
+arbitrabatur, si modo insulam adiisset, genus hominum perspexisset,
+loca, portus, aditus cognovisset; quae omnia fere Gallis erant
+incognita. \sect Neque enim temere praeter mercatores illo adit quisquam,
+neque his ipsis quicquam praeter oram maritimam atque eas regiones quae
+sunt contra Galliam notum est. \sect Itaque vocatis ad se undique
+mercatoribus, neque quanta esset insulae magnitudo neque quae aut
+quantae nationes incolerent, neque quem usum belli haberent aut quibus
+institutis uterentur, neque qui essent ad maiorem navium multitudinem
+idonei portus reperire poterat.
+
+\chap Ad haec cognoscenda, prius quam periculum faceret, idoneum esse
+arbitratus C.~Volusenum cum navi longa praemittit. \sect Huic mandat ut
+exploratis omnibus rebus ad se quam primum revertatur. \sect Ipse cum
+omnibus copiis in Morinos proficiscitur, quod inde erat brevissimus in
+Britanniam traiectus. \sect Huc naves undique ex finitimis regionibus et
+quam superiore aestate ad Veneticum bellum fecerat classem iubet
+convenire.
+\sect Interim, consilio eius cognito et per mercatores perlato ad
+Britannos, a compluribus insulae civitatibus ad eum legati veniunt, qui
+polliceantur obsides dare atque imperio populi Romani obtemperare. \sect
+Quibus auditis, liberaliter pollicitus hortatusque ut in ea sententia
+permanerent, \sect eos domum remittit et cum iis una Commium, quem ipse
+Atrebatibus superatis regem ibi constituerat, cuius et virtutem et
+consilium probabat et quem sibi fidelem esse arbitrabatur cuiusque
+auctoritas in his regionibus magni habebatur, mittit. \sect Huic imperat
+quas possit adeat civitates horteturque ut populi Romani fidem sequantur
+seque celeriter eo venturum nuntiet. \sect Volusenus perspectis
+regionibus omnibus quantum ei facultatis dari potuit, qui navi egredi ac
+se barbaris committere non auderet, V.~die ad Caesarem revertitur
+quaeque ibi perspexisset renuntiat.
+
+\chap Dum in his locis Caesar navium parandarum causa moratur, ex magna
+parte Morinorum ad eum legati venerunt, qui se de superioris temporis
+consilio excusarent, quod homines barbari et nostrae consuetudinis
+imperiti bellum populo Romano fecissent, seque ea quae imperasset
+facturos pollicerentur. \sect Hoc sibi Caesar satis oportune accidisse
+arbitratus, quod neque post tergum hostem relinquere volebat neque belli
+gerendi propter anni tempus facultatem habebat neque has tantularum
+rerum occupationes Britanniae anteponendas iudicabat, magnum iis numerum
+obsidum imperat.
+
+\chap Quibus adductis eos in fidem recipit. Navibus
+circiter \textsc{lxxx} onerariis coactis contractisque, quot satis esse ad duas
+transportandas legiones existimabat, quod praeterea navium longarum
+habebat quaestori, legatis praefectisque distribuit. \sect Huc accedebant
+\textsc{xviii} onerariae naves, quae ex eo loco a milibus passuum
+\textsc{viii} vento
+tenebantur quo minus in eundem portum venire possent: has equitibus
+tribuit. \sect Reliquum exercitum Q.~Titurio Sabino et L.~Aurunculeio
+Cottae legatis in Menapios atque in eos pagos Morinorum a quibus ad eum
+legati non venerant ducendum dedit. \sect P.~Sulpicium Rufum legatum cum
+eo praesidio quod satis esse arbitrabatur portum tenere iussit.
+
+\chap His constitutis rebus, nactus idoneam ad navigandum tempestatem
+\textsc{iii}. fere vigilia solvit equitesque in ulteriorem portum progredi et
+naves conscendere et se sequi iussit. \sect A quibus cum paulo tardius
+esset administratum, ipse hora diei circiter \textsc{iiii}. cum primis navibus
+Britanniam attigit atque ibi in omnibus collibus expositas hostium
+copias armatas conspexit. \sect Cuius loci haec erat natura atque ita
+montibus angustis mare continebatur, uti ex locis superioribus in litus
+telum adigi posset. \sect Hunc ad egrediendum nequaquam idoneum locum
+arbitratus, dum reliquae naves eo convenirent ad horam nonam in ancoris
+expectavit. \sect Interim legatis tribunisque militum convocatis et quae
+ex Voluseno cognovisset et quae fieri vellet ostendit monuitque, ut rei
+militaris ratio, maximeque ut maritimae res postularent, ut, cum celerem
+atque instabilem motum haberent, ad nutum et ad tempus D omnes res ab
+iis administrarentur. \sect his dimissis, et \textsc{vii} ab eo loco progressus
+aperto ac plano litore naves constituit.
+
+\chap At barbari, consilio Romanorum cognito praemisso equitatu et
+essedariis, quo plerumque genere in proeliis uti consuerunt, reliquis
+copiis subsecuti nostros navibus egredi prohibebant. \sect Erat ob has
+causas summa difficultas, quod naves propter magnitudinem nisi in alto
+constitui non poterant, militibus autem, ignotis locis, impeditis
+manibus, magno et gravi onere armorum oppressis simul et de navibus
+desiliendum et in auctibus consistendum et cum hostibus erat pugnandum,
+\sect cum illi aut ex arido aut paulum in aquam progressi omnibus membris
+expeditis, notissimis locis, audacter tela coicerent et equos
+insuefactos incitarent. \sect Quibus rebus nostri perterriti atque huius
+omnino generis pugnae imperiti, non eadem alacritate ac studio quo in
+pedestribus uti proeliis consuerant utebantur.
+
+\chap Quod ubi Caesar animadvertit, naves longas, quarum et species erat
+barbaris inusitatior et motus ad usum expeditior, paulum removeri ab
+onerariis navibus et remis incitari et ad latus apertum hostium
+constitui atque inde fundis, sagittis, tormentis hostes propelli ac
+submoveri iussit; quae res magno usui nostris fuit. \sect Nam et navium
+figura et remorum motu et inusitato genere tormentorum permoti barbari
+constiterunt ac paulum modo pedem rettulerunt. \sect Atque nostris
+militibus cunctantibus, maxime propter altitudinem maris, qui X legionis
+aquilam gerebat, obtestatus deos, ut ea res legioni feliciter eveniret,
+' desilite', inquit, ' milites, nisi vultis aquilam hostibus prodere;
+ego certe meum rei publicae atque imperatori officium praestitero.' \sect
+Hoc cum voce magna dixisset, se ex navi proiecit atque in hostes aquilam
+ferre coepit. \sect Tum nostri cohortati inter se, ne tantum dedecus
+admitteretur, universi ex navi desiluerunt. \sect Hos item ex proximis
+primi navibus cum conspexissent, subsecuti hostibus adpropinquaverunt.
+
+\chap Pugnatum est ab utrisque acriter. Nostri tamen, quod neque ordines
+servare neque firmiter insistere neque signa subsequi poterant atque
+alius alia ex navi quibuscumque signis occurrerat se adgregabat,
+magnopere perturbabantur; \sect hostes vero, notis omnibus vadii, ubi ex
+litore aliquos singulares ex navi egredientes conspexerant, incitatis
+equis impeditos adoriebantur, \sect plures paucos circumsistebant, alii
+ab latere aperto in universos tela coiciebant. \sect Quod cum
+animadvertisset Caesar, scaphas longarum navium, item speculatoria
+navigia militibus compleri iussit, et quos laborantes conspexerat, his
+subsidia submittebat. \sect Nostri, simul in arido constiterunt, suis
+omnibus consecutis, in hostes impetum fecerunt atque eos in fugam
+dederunt; neque longius prosequi potuerunt, quod equites cursum tenere
+atque insulam capere non potuerant. Hoc unum ad pristinam fortunam
+Caesari defuit.
+
+\chap Hostes proelio superati, simul atque se ex fuga: receperunt,
+statim ad Caesarem legatos de pace miserunt; obsides sese daturos
+quaeque imperasset facturos polliciti sunt. \sect Una cum his legatis
+Commius Atrebas venit, quem supra demonstraveram a Caesare in Britanniam
+praemissum. \sect Hunc illi e navi egressum, cum ad eos oratoris modo
+Caesaris mandata deferret, comprehenderant atque in vincula coniecerant;
+\sect tum proelio facto remiserunt et in petenda pace eius rei culpam in
+multitudinem contulerunt et propter imprudentiam ut ignosceretur
+petiverunt. \sect Caesar questus quod, cum ultro in continentem legatis
+missis pacem ab se petissent, bellum sine causa intulissent, ignoscere
+$\langle$se$\rangle$ imprudentiae dixit obsidesque imperavit; \sect
+quorum illi partem statim dederunt, partem ex longinquioribus locis
+arcessitam paucis diebus sese daturos dixerunt. \sect Interea suos in
+agros remigrare iusserunt, principesque undique convenire et se
+civitatesque suas Caesari commendare coeperunt.
+
+\chap His rebus pace confirmata, post diem quartum quam est in
+Britanniam ventum naves \textsc{xviii}, de quibus supra demonstratum est, quae
+equites sustulerant, ex superiore portu leni vento solverunt. \sect Quae
+cum adpropinquarent Britanniae et ex castris viderentur, tanta tempestas
+subito coorta est ut nulla earum cursum tenere posset, sed aliae eodem
+unde erant profectae referrentur, aliae ad inferiorem partem insulae,
+quae est propius solis occasum, magno suo cum periculo deicerentur; \sect
+quae tamen ancoris iactis cum fluctibus complerentur, necessario adversa
+nocte in altum provectae continentem petierunt.
+
+\chap Eadem nocte accidit ut esset luna plena, qui dies a maritimos
+aestus maximos in Oceano efficere consuevit, nostrisque id erat
+incognitum. \sect Ita uno tempore et longas naves, [quibus Caesar
+exercitum transportandum curaverat,] quas Caesar in aridum subduxerat,
+aestus complebat, et onerarias, quae ad ancoras erant deligatae,
+tempestas adflictabat, neque ulla nostris facultas aut administrandi `
+aut auxiliandi dabatur. \sect Compluribus navibus fractis, reliquae cum
+essent funibus, ancoris reliquisque armamentis amissis ad navigandum
+inutiles, magna, id quod necesse erat accidere, totius exercitus
+perturbatio facta est. \sect Neque enim naves erant aliae quibus
+reportari possent, et omnia deerant quae ad reficiendas naves erant
+usui, et, quod omnibus constabat hiemari in Gallia oportere, frumentum
+in his locis in hiemem provisum non erat. Quibus rebus cognitis,
+principes Britanniae, qui post proelium ad Caesarem convenerant, inter
+se conlocuti, cum et equites et naves et frumentum Romanis deesse
+intellegerent et paucitatem militum ex castrorum exiguitate
+cognoscerent, quae hoc erant etiam angustior quod sine impedimentis
+Caesar legiones transportaverat, \sect optimum factu esse duxerunt
+rebellione facta frumento commeatuque nostros prohibere et rem in hiemem
+producere, quod his superatis aut reditu interclusis neminem postea
+belli inferendi causa in Britanniam transiturum confidebant. Itaque
+rursus coniuratione facta paulatim ex castris discedere et suos clam ex
+agris deducere coeperunt.
+
+\chap At Caesar, etsi nondum eorum consilia cognoverat, tamen et ex
+eventu navium suarum et ex eo quod obsides dare intermiserant fore id
+quod accidit suspicabatur. \sect Itaque ad omnes casus subsidia
+comparabat. Nam et frumentum ex agris cotidie in castra conferebat et,
+quae gravissime adflictae erant naves, earum materia atque aere ad
+reliquas reficiendas utebatur et quae ad eas res erant usui ex
+continenti comportari iubebat. \sect Itaque, cum summo studio a militibus
+administraretur, \textsc{xii} navibus amissis, reliquis ut navigari
+$\langle$satis$\rangle$ commode posset effecit.
+
+\chap Dum ea geruntur, legione ex consuetudine una frumentatum missa,
+quae appellabatur \textsc{vii}., neque ulla ad id tempus belli suspicione
+interposita, cum pars hominum in agris remaneret, pars etiam in castra
+ventitaret, ii qui pro portis castrorum in statione erant Caesari
+nuntiaverunt pulverem maiorem quam consuetudo ferret in ea parte videri
+quam in partem legio iter fecisset. \sect Caesar---id quod
+erat---suspicatus aliquid novi a barbaris initum consilii, cohortes quae
+in statione erant secum in eam partem proficisci, ex reliquis duas in
+stationem succedere, reliquas armari et confestim sese subsequi iussit.
+\sect Cum paulo longius a castris processisset, suos ab hostibus premi
+atque aegre sustinere et conferta legione ex omnibus partibus tela coici
+animadvertit. \sect Nam quod omni ex reliquis partibus demesso frumento
+pars una erat reliqua, suspicati hostes huc nostros esse venturos noctu
+in silvis delituerant; \sect tum dispersos depositis armis in metendo
+occupatos Subito adorti paucis interfectis reliquos incertis ordinibus
+perturbaverant, simul equitatu atque essedis circumdederant.
+
+\chap Genus hoc est ex essedis pugnae. Primo per omnes partes
+perequitant et tela coiciunt atque ipso terrore equorum et strepitu
+rotarum ordines plerumque perturbant, et cum se inter equitum turmas
+insinuaverunt, ex essedis desiliunt et pedibus proeliantur. \sect Aurigae
+interim paulatim ex proelio excedunt atque ita currus conlocant ut, si
+illi a multitudine hostium premantur, expeditum ad quos receptum
+habeant. \sect Ita mobilitatem equitum, stabilitatem peditum in proeliis
+praestant, ac tantum usu cotidiano et exercitatione efficiunt uti in
+declivi ac praecipiti loco incitatos equos sustinere et brevi moderari
+ac flectere et per temonem percurrere et in iugo insistere et se inde in
+currus citissime recipere consuerint.
+
+\chap Quibus rebus perturbatis nostris [novitate pugnae] tempore
+oportunissimo Caesar auxilium tulit: nam\-que eius adventu hostes
+constiterunt, nostri se ex timore receperunt. \sect Quo facto, ad
+lacessendum hostem et committendum proelium alienum esse tempus
+arbitratus suo se loco continuit et brevi tempore intermisso in castra
+legiones reduxit. \sect Dum haec geruntur, nostris omnibus occupatis qui
+erant in agris reliqui discesserunt. \sect Secutae sunt continuos
+complures dies tempeststes, quae et nostros in castris continerent et
+hostem a pugna prohiberent. \sect Interim barbari nuntios in omnes partes
+dimiserunt paucitatemque nostrorum militum suis praedicaverunt et quanta
+praedae faciendae atque in perpetuum sui liberandi facultas daretur, si
+Romanos castris expulissent, demonstra; verunt. His rebus celeriter
+magna multitudine peditatus equitatusque coacta ad castra venerunt.
+
+\chap Caesar, etsi idem quod superioribus diebus acciderat fore videbat,
+ut, si essent hostes pulsi, celeritate periculum effugerent, tamen
+nactus equites circiter \textsc{xxx}, quos Commius Atrebas, de quo ante dictum
+est, secum transportaverat, legiones in acie pro castris constituit.
+\sect Commisso proelio diutius nostrorum militum impetum hostes ferre non
+potuerunt ac terga verterunt. \sect Quos tanto spatio secuti quantum
+cursu et viribus efficere potuerunt, complures ex iis occiderunt, deinde
+omnibus longe lateque aedificiis incensis se in castra receperunt.
+
+\chap Eodem die legati ab hostibus missi ad Caesarem de pace venerunt.
+\sect His Caesar numerum obsidum quem ante imperaverat duplicavit eosque
+in continentem adduci iussit, quod propinqua die aequinoctii infirmis
+navibus hiemi navigationem subiciendam non existimabat. \sect Ipse
+idoneam tempestatem nactus paulo post mediam noctem naves solvit, \sect
+quae omnes incolumes ad continentem pervenerunt; sed ex iis onerariae
+duae eosdem portus quos reliquae capere non potuerunt et paulo infra
+delatae sunt.
+
+\chap Quibus ex navibus cum essent expositi milites circiter
+\textsc{ccc} atque
+in castra contenderent, Morini, quos Caesar in Britanniam proficiscens
+pacatos reliquerat, spe praedae adducti primo non ita magno suorum
+numero circumsteterunt ac, si sese interfici nollent, arma ponere
+iusserunt. \sect Cum illi orbe facto sese defenderent, celeriter ad
+clamorem hominum circiter milia \textsc{vi} convenerunt; Qua re nuntiata, Caesar
+omnem ex castris equitatum suis auxilio misit. \sect Interim nostri
+milites impetum hostium sustinuerunt atque amplius horis
+\textsc{iiii} fortissime
+pugnaverunt et paucis vulneribus acceptis complures ex iis occiderunt.
+\sect Postea vero quam equitatus noster in conspectum venit, hostes
+abiectis armis terga verterunt magnusque eorum numerus est occisus.
+
+\chap Caesar postero die T.~Labienum legatum cum iis legionibus quas ex
+Britannia reduxerat in Morinos qui rebellionem fecerant misit. \sect Qui
+cum propter siccitates paludum quo se reciperent non haberent, quo
+perfugio superiore anno erant usi, omnes fere in potestatem Labieni
+venerunt. \sect At Q.~Titurius et L.~Cotta legati, qui in Menapiorum
+fines legiones duxerant, omnibus eorum agris vastatis, frumentis
+succisis, aedificiis incensis, quod Menapii se omnes in densissimas
+silvas abdiderant, se ad Caesarem receperunt. \sect Caesar in Belgis
+omnium legionum hiberna constituit. Eo duae omnino civitates ex
+Britannia obsides miserunt, reliquae neglexerunt. \sect His rebus gestis
+ex litteris Caesaris dierum \textsc{xx} supplicatio a senatu decreta est.
+
+\endprosa
+\end{document}
+
+
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+%1
+\begin{carmen}
+ Maecenas atauis edite regibus,
+ o et praesidium et dulce decus meum,
+ sunt quos curriculo puluerem Olympicum
+ collegisse iuuat metaque feruidis
+ euitata rotis palmaque nobilis
+ terrarum dominos euehit ad deos;
+ hunc, si mobilium turba Quiritium
+ certat tergeminis tollere honoribus;
+ illum, si proprio condidit horreo
+ quicquid de Libycis uerritur areis.
+ Gaudentem patrios findere sarculo
+ agros Attalicis condicionibus
+ numquam demoueas, ut trabe Cypria
+ Myrtoum pauidus nauta secet mare.
+ Luctantem Icariis fluctibus Africum
+ mercator metuens otium et oppidi
+ laudat rura sui; mox reficit rates
+ quassas, indocilis pauperiem pati.
+ Est qui nec ueteris pocula Massici
+ nec partem solido demere de die
+ spernit, nunc uiridi membra sub arbuto
+ stratus, nunc ad aquae lene caput sacrae.
+ Multos castra iuuant et lituo tubae
+ permixtus sonitus bellaque matribus
+ detestata. Manet sub Ioue frigido
+ uenator tenerae coniugis inmemor,
+ seu uisa est catulis cerua fidelibus,
+ seu rupit teretis Marsus aper plagas.
+ Me doctarum hederae praemia frontium
+ dis miscent superis, me gelidum nemus
+ Nympharumque leues cum Satyris chori
+ secernunt populo, si neque tibias
+ Euterpe cohibet nec Polyhymnia
+ Lesboum refugit tendere barbiton.
+ Quod si me lyricis uatibus inseres,
+ sublimi feriam sidera uertice.
+\end{carmen}
+%2
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+ Iam satis terris niuis atque dirae
+ grandinis misit Pater et rubente
+ dextera sacras iaculatus arces
+ terruit Vrbem,
+ terruit gentis, graue ne rediret
+ saeculum Pyrrhae noua monstra questae,
+ omne cum Proteus pecus egit altos
+ uisere montis,
+ piscium et summa genus haesit ulmo,
+ nota quae sedes fuerat columbis,
+ et superiecto pauidae natarunt
+ aequore dammae.
+ Vidimus flauom Tiberim retortis
+ litore Etrusco uiolenter undis
+ ire deiectum monumenta regis
+ templaque Vestae,
+ Iliae dum se nimium querenti
+ iactat ultorem, uagus et sinistra
+ labitur ripa Ioue non probante
+ uxorius amnis.
+ Audiet ciuis acuisse ferrum,
+ quo graues Persae melius perirent,
+ audiet pugnas uitio parentum
+ rara iuuentus.
+ Quem uocet diuum populus ruentis
+ imperi rebus? Prece qua fatigent
+ uirgines sanctae minus audientem
+ carmina Vestam?
+ Cui dabit partis scelus expiandi
+ Iuppiter? Tandem uenias precamur,
+ nube candentis umeros amictus,
+ augur Apollo,
+ siue tu mauis, Erycina ridens,
+ quam Iocus circumuolat et Cupido,
+ siue neglectum genus et nepotes
+ respicis, auctor,
+ heu nimis longo satiate ludo,
+ quem iuuat clamor galeaeque leues,
+ acer et Mauri peditis cruentum
+ uoltus in hostem,
+ siue mutata iuuenem figura
+ ales in terris imitaris, almae
+ filius Maiae, patiens uocari
+ Caesaris ultor.
+ Serus in caelum redeas diuque
+ laetus intersis populo Quirini,
+ neue te nostris nitiis iniquum
+ ocior aura
+ tollat; hic magnos potius triumphos,
+ hic ames dici pater atque princeps,
+ neu sinas Medos equitare inultos
+ te duce, Caesar.
+\end{carmen}
+
+
+%3
+\begin{carmen}[\GlycAscl]
+ Sic te diua potens Cypri,
+ sic fratres Helenae, lucida sidera,
+ uentorumque regat pater
+ obstrictis aliis praeter Iapyga,
+ nauis, quae tibi creditum
+ debes Vergilium; finibus Atticis
+ reddas incolumem precor
+ et serues animae dimidium meae.
+ Illi robur et aes triplex
+ circa pectus erat, qui fragilem truci
+ commisit pelago ratem
+ primus, nec timuit praecipitem Africum
+ decertantem Aquilonibus
+ nec tristis Hyadas nec rabiem Noti,
+ quo non arbiter Hadriae
+ maior, tollere seu ponere uolt freta.
+ Quem mortis timuit gradum
+ qui siccis oculis monstra natantia,
+ qui uidit mare turbidum et
+ infamis scopulos Acroceraunia?
+ Nequicquam deus abscidit
+ prudens Oceano dissociabili
+ terras, si tamen impiae
+ non tangenda rates transiliunt uada.
+ Audax omnia perpeti
+ gens humana ruit per uetitum nefas;
+ audax Iapeti genus
+ ignem fraude mala gentibus intulit;
+ post ignem aetheria domo
+ subductum macies et noua febrium
+ terris incubuit cohors
+ semotique prius tarda necessitas
+ leti corripuit gradum.
+ Expertus uacuum Daedalus aera
+ pennis non homini datis;
+ perrupit Acheronta Herculeus labor.
+ Nil mortalibus ardui est;
+ caelum ipsum petimus stultitia neque
+ per nostrum patimur scelus
+ iracunda Iouem ponere fulmina.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%4
+\begin{carmen}[\ArchIV]
+
+ Soluitur acris hiems grata uice ueris et Fauoni
+ trahuntque siccas machinae carinas,
+ ac neque iam stabulis gaudet pecus aut arator igni
+ nec prata canis albicant pruinis.
+ Iam Cytherea choros ducit Venus imminente luna
+ iunctaeque Nymphis Gratiae decentes
+ alterno terram quatiunt pede, dum grauis Cyclopum
+ Volcanus ardens uisit officinas.
+ Nunc decet aut uiridi nitidum caput impedire myrto
+ aut flore, terrae quem ferunt solutae;
+ nunc et in umbrosis Fauno decet immolare lucis,
+ seu poscat agna siue malit haedo.
+ Pallida Mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas
+ regumque turris. O beate Sesti,
+ uitae summa breuis spem nos uetat inchoare longam.
+ Iam te premet nox fabulaeque Manes
+ et domus exilis Plutonia, quo simul mearis,
+ nec regna uini sortiere talis
+ nec tenerum Lycidan mirabere, quo calet iuuentus
+ nunc omnis et mox uirgines tepebunt.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%5
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclB]
+
+
+ Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa
+ perfusus liquidis urget odoribus
+ grato, Pyrrha, sub antro?
+ cui flauam religas comam,
+ simplex munditiis? Heu quotiens fidem
+ mutatosque deos flebit et aspera
+ nigris aequora uentis
+ emirabitur insolens,
+ qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea,
+ qui semper uacuam, semper amabilem
+ sperat, nescius aurae
+ fallacis. Miseri, quibus
+ intemptata nites. Me tabula sacer
+ uotiua paries indicat uuida
+ suspendisse potenti
+ uestimenta maris deo.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%6
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclA]
+
+ Scriberis Vario fortis et hostium
+ uictor, Maeonii carminis alite,
+ quam rem cumque ferox nauibus aut equis
+ miles te duce gesserit.
+ Nos, Agrippa, neque haec dicere nec grauem
+ Pelidae stomachum cedere nescii,
+ nec cursus duplicis per mare Vlixei
+ nec saeuam Pelops domum
+ conamur, tenues grandia, dum pudor
+ inbellisque lyrae Musa potens uetat
+ laudes egregii Caesaris et tuas
+ culpa deterere ingeni.
+ Quis Martem tunica tectum adamantina
+ digne scripserit aut puluere Troico
+ nigrum Merionen aut ope Palladis
+ Tydiden superis parem?
+ Nos conuiuia, nos proelia uirginum
+ sectis in iuuenes unguibus acrium
+ cantamus, uacui siue quid urimur
+ non praeter solitum leues.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%7
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcm]
+
+ Laudabunt alii claram Rhodon aut Mytilenen
+ aut Ephesum bimarisue Corinthi
+ moenia uel Baccho Thebas uel Apolline Delphos
+ insignis aut Thessala Tempe;
+ sunt quibus unum opus est intactae Palladis urbem
+ carmine perpetuo celebrare et
+ undique decerptam fronti praeponere oliuam;
+ plurimus in Iunonis honorem
+ aptum dicet equis Argos ditesque Mycenas:
+ me nec tam patiens Lacedaemon
+ nec tam Larisae percussit campus opimae
+ quam domus Albuneae resonantis
+ et praeceps Anio ac Tiburni lucus et uda
+ mobilibus pomaria riuis.
+ Albus ut obscuro deterget nubila caelo
+ saepe Notus neque parturit imbris
+ perpetuo, sic tu sapiens finire memento
+ tristitiam uitaeque labores
+ molli, Plance, mero, seu te fulgentia signis
+ castra tenent seu densa tenebit
+ Tiburis umbra tui. Teucer Salamina patremque
+ cum fugeret, tamen uda Lyaeo
+ tempora populea fertur uinxisse corona,
+ sic tristis affatus amicos:
+ `Quo nos cumque feret melior fortuna parente,
+ ibimus, o socii comitesque.
+ Nil desperandum Teucro duce et auspice Teucro:
+ certus enim promisit Apollo
+ ambiguam tellure noua Salamina futuram.
+ O fortes peioraque passi
+ mecum saepe uiri, nunc uino pellite curas;
+ cras ingens iterabimus aequor.'
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%8
+\begin{carmen}[\SapphicII]
+
+
+ Lydia, dic, per omnis
+ te deos oro, Sybarin cur properes amando
+ perdere, cur apricum
+ oderit Campum, patiens pulueris atque solis,
+ cur neque militaris
+ inter aequalis equitet, Gallica nec lupatis
+ temperet ora frenis.
+ Cur timet flauum Tiberim tangere? Cur oliuum
+ sanguine uiperino
+ cautius uitat neque iam liuida gestat armis
+ bracchia, saepe disco
+ saepe trans finem iaculo nobilis expedito?
+ quid latet, ut marinae
+ filium dicunt Thetidis sub lacrimosa Troia
+ funera, ne uirilis
+ cultus in caedem et Lycias proriperet cateruas?
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%9
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+ Vides ut alta stet niue candidum
+ Soracte nec iam sustineant onus
+ siluae laborantes geluque
+ flumina constiterint acuto?
+ Dissolue frigus ligna super foco
+ large reponens atque benignius
+ deprome quadrimum Sabina,
+ o Thaliarche, merum diota.
+
+ Permitte diuis cetera, qui simul
+ strauere uentos aequore feruido
+ deproeliantis, nec cupressi
+ nec ueteres agitantur orni.
+ Quid si futurum cras, fuge quaerere, et
+ quem fors dierum cumque dabit, lucro
+ adpone nec dulcis amores
+ sperne, puer, neque tu choreas,
+ donec uirenti canities abest
+ morosa. Nunc et Campus et areae
+ lenesque sub noctem susurri
+ composita repetantur hora,
+ nunc et latentis proditor intumo
+ gratus puellae risus ab angulo
+ pignusque dereptum lacertis
+ aut digito male pertinaci.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%10
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+ Mercuri, facunde nepos Atlantis,
+ qui feros cultus hominum recentum
+ uoce formasti catus et decorae
+ more palaestrae,
+ te canam, magni Iouis et deorum
+ nuntium curuaeque lyrae parentem,
+ callidum quicquid placuit iocoso
+ condere furto.
+ Te, boues olim nisi reddidisses
+ per dolum amotas, puerum minaci
+ uoce dum terret, uiduus pharetra
+ risit Apollo.
+ Quin et Atridas duce te superbos
+ Ilio diues Priamus relicto
+ Thessalosque ignis et iniqua Troiae
+ castra fefellit.
+ Tu pias laetis animas reponis
+ sedibus uirgaque leuem coerces
+ aurea turbam, superis deorum
+ gratus et imis.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%11
+\begin{carmen}
+
+
+ Tu ne quaesieris (scire nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi
+ finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios
+ temptaris numeros. Vt melius quicquid erit pati!
+ Seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,
+ quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare
+ Tyrrhenum, sapias, uina liques et spatio breui
+ spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit inuida
+ aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%12
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+ Quem uirum aut heroa lyra uel acri
+ tibia sumis celebrare, Clio?
+ Quem deum? Cuius recinet iocosa
+ nomen imago
+ aut in umbrosis Heliconis oris
+ aut super Pindo gelidoue in Haemo?
+ Vnde uocalem temere insecutae
+ Orphea siluae
+ arte materna rapidos morantem
+ fluminum lapsus celerisque uentos,
+ blandum et auritas fidibus canoris
+ ducere quercus.
+ Quid prius dicam solitis parentis
+ laudibus, qui res hominum ac deorum,
+ qui mare ac terras uariisque mundum
+ temperat horis?
+ Vnde nil maius generatur ipso
+ nec uiget quicquam simile aut secundum;
+ proximos illi tamen occupabit
+ Pallas honores.
+ Proeliis audax, neque te silebo,
+ Liber, et saeuis inimica uirgo
+ beluis, nec te, metuende certa
+ Phoebe sagitta.
+ Dicam et Alciden puerosque Ledae,
+ hunc equis, illum superare pugnis
+ nobilem; quorum simul alba nautis
+ stella refulsit,
+ defluit saxis agitatus umor,
+ concidunt uenti fugiuntque nubes
+ et minax, quod sic uoluere, ponto
+ unda recumbit.
+ Romulum post hos prius an quietum
+ Pompili regnum memorem, an superbos
+ Tarquini fasces, dubito, an Catonis
+ nobile letum.
+ Regulum et Scauros animaeque magnae
+ prodigum Paulum superante Poeno
+ gratus insigni referam Camena
+ Fabriciumque.
+ Hunc et incomptis Curium capillis
+ utilem bello tulit et Camillum
+ saeua paupertas et auitus apto
+ cum lare fundus.
+ Crescit occulto uelut arbor aeuo
+ fama Marcelli; micat inter omnis
+ Iulium sidus, uelut inter ignis
+ luna minores.
+ Gentis humanae pater atque custos,
+ orte Saturno, tibi cura magni
+ Caesaris fatis data: tu secundo
+ Caesare regnes.
+ Ille seu Parthos Latio imminentis
+ egerit iusto domitos triumpho
+ siue subiectos Orientis orae
+ Seras et Indos,
+ te minor laetum reget aequus orbem:
+ tu graui curru quaties Olympum,
+ tu parum castis inimica mittes
+ fulmina lucis.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%13
+\begin{carmen}[\GlycAscl]
+
+
+ Cum tu, Lydia, Telephi
+ ceruicem roseam, cerea Telephi
+ laudas bracchia, uae, meum
+ feruens difficili bile tumet iecur.
+ Tunc nec mens mihi nec color
+ certa sede manet, umor et in genas
+ furtim labitur, arguens
+ quam lentis penitus macerer ignibus.
+ Vror, seu tibi candidos
+ turparunt umeros inmodicae mero
+ rixae, siue puer furens
+ inpressit memorem dente labris notam.
+ Non, si me satis audias,
+ speres perpetuum dulcia barbare
+ laedentem oscula, quae Venus
+ quinta parte sui nectaris imbuit.
+ Felices ter et amplius
+ quos inrupta tenet copula nec malis
+ diuolsus querimoniis
+ suprema citius soluet amor die.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%14
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclB]
+O nauis, referent in mare te noui
+ fluctus. O quid agis? Fortiter occupa
+ portum. Nonne uides ut
+ nudum remigio latus,
+ et malus celeri saucius Africo
+ antemnaque gemant ac sine funibus
+ uix durare carinae
+ possint imperiosius
+ aequor? Non tibi sunt integra lintea,
+ non di, quos iterum pressa uoces malo.
+ Quamuis Pontica pinus,
+ siluae filia nobilis,
+ iactes et genus et nomen inutile:
+ nil pictis timidus nauita puppibus
+ fidit. Tu, nisi uentis
+ debes ludibrium, caue.
+ Nuper sollicitum quae mihi taedium,
+ nunc desiderium curaque non leuis,
+ interfusa nitentis
+ uites aequora Cycladas.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%15
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclA]
+
+ Pastor cum traheret per freta nauibus
+ Idaeis Helenen perfidus hospitam,
+ ingrato celeris obruit otio
+ uentos ut caneret fera
+ Nereus fata: `Mala ducis aui domum
+ quam multo repetet Graecia milite,
+ coniurata tuas rumpere nuptias
+ et regnum Priami uetus.
+ Heu, heu, quantus equis, quantus adest uiris
+ sudor! Quanta moues funera Dardanae
+ genti! Iam galeam Pallas et aegida
+ currusque et rabiem parat.
+ Nequicquam Veneris praesidio ferox
+ pectes caesariem grataque feminis
+ inbelli cithara carmina diuides;
+ nequicquam thalamo grauis
+ hastas et calami spicula Cnosii
+ uitabis strepitumque et celerem sequi
+ Aiacem: tamen, heu serus, adulteros
+ crines puluere collines.
+ Non Laertiaden, exitium tuae
+ gentis, non Pylium Nestora respicis?
+ Vrgent inpauidi te Salaminius
+ Teucer, te Sthenelus sciens
+ pugnae, siue opus est imperitare equis,
+ non auriga piger; Merionen quoque
+ nosces. Ecce furit te reperire atrox
+ Tydides melior patre,
+ quem tu, ceruus uti uallis in altera
+ uisum parte lupum graminis inmemor,
+ sublimi fugies mollis anhelitu,
+ non hoc pollicitus tuae.
+ Iracunda diem proferet Ilio
+ matronisque Phrygum classis Achillei;
+ post certas hiemes uret Achaicus
+ ignis Iliacas domos.'
+
+\end{carmen}
+%16
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+O matre pulchra filia pulchrior,
+ quem criminosis cumque uoles modum
+ pones iambis, siue flamma
+ siue mari libet Hadriano.
+ Non Dindymene, non adytis quatit
+ mentem sacerdotum incola Pythius,
+ non Liber aeque, non acuta
+ sic geminant Corybantes aera,
+ tristes ut irae, quas neque Noricus
+ deterret ensis nec mare naufragum
+ nec saeuus ignis nec tremendo
+ Iuppiter ipse ruens tumultu.
+ Fertur Prometheus addere principi
+ limo coactus particulam undique
+ desectam et insani leonis
+ uim stomacho apposuisse nostro.
+ Irae Thyesten exitio graui
+ strauere et altis urbibus ultimae
+ stetere causae, cur perirent
+ funditus inprimeretque muris
+ hostile aratrum exercitus insolens.
+ Conpesce mentem: me quoque pectoris
+ temptauit in dulci iuuenta
+ feruor et in celeres iambos
+ misit furentem. Nunc ego mitibus
+ mutare quaero tristia, dum mihi
+ fias recantatis amica
+ opprobriis animumque reddas.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%17
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+ Velox amoenum saepe Lucretilem
+ mutat Lycaeo Faunus et igneam
+ defendit aestatem capellis
+ usque meis pluuiosque uentos.
+ Inpune tutum per nemus arbutos
+ quaerunt latentis et thyma deuiae
+ olentis uxores mariti
+ nec uiridis metuunt colubras
+ nec Martialis haediliae lupos,
+ utcumque dulci, Tyndari, fistula
+ ualles et Vsticae cubantis
+ leuia personuere saxa.
+ Di me tuentur, dis pietas mea
+ et Musa cordi est. Hic tibi copia
+ manabit ad plenum benigno
+ ruris honorum opulenta cornu;
+ hic in reducta ualle Caniculae
+ uitabis aestus et fide Teia
+ dices laborantis in uno
+ Penelopen uitreamque Circen;
+ hic innocentis pocula Lesbii
+ duces sub umbra nec Semeleius
+ cum Marte confundet Thyoneus
+ proelia nec metues proteruum
+ suspecta Cyrum, ne male dispari
+ incontinentis iniciat manus
+ et scindat haerentem coronam
+ crinibus inmeritamque uestem.
+\end{carmen}
+%18
+\begin{carmen}
+
+ Nullam, Vare, sacra uite prius seueris arborem
+ circa mite solum Tiburis et moenia Catili;
+ siccis omnia nam dura deus proposuit neque
+ mordaces aliter diffugiunt sollicitudines.
+ Quis post uina grauem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?
+ Quis non te potius, Bacche pater, teque decens Venus?
+ Ac ne quis modici transiliat munera Liberi,
+ Centaurea monet cum Lapithis rixa super mero
+ debellata, monet Sithoniis non leuis Euhius,
+ cum fas atque nefas exiguo fine libidinum
+ discernunt auidi. Non ego te, candide Bassareu,
+ inuitum quatiam nec uariis obsita frondibus
+ sub diuum rapiam. Saeua tene cum Berecyntio
+ cornu tympana, quae subsequitur caecus amor sui
+ et tollens uacuum plus nimio gloria uerticem
+ arcanique fides prodiga, perlucidior uitro.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%19
+\begin{carmen}[\GlycAscl]
+
+
+ Mater saeua Cupidinum
+ Thebanaeque iubet me Semelae puer
+ et lasciua Licentia
+ finitis animum reddere amoribus.
+ Vrit me Glycerae nitor
+ splendentis Pario marmore purius;
+ urit grata proteruitas
+ et uoltus nimium lubricus aspici.
+ In me tota ruens Venus
+ Cyprum deseruit, nec patitur Scythas
+ aut uersis animosum equis
+ Parthum dicere nec quae nihil attinent.
+ Hic uiuum mihi caespitem, hic
+ uerbenas, pueri, ponite turaque
+ bimi cum patera meri:
+ mactata ueniet lenior hostia.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%20
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+ Vile potabis modicis Sabinum
+ cantharis, Graeca quod ego ipse testa
+ conditum leui, datus in theatro
+ cum tibi plausus,
+ care Maecenas eques, ut paterni
+ fluminis ripae simul et iocosa
+ redderet laudes tibi Vaticani
+ montis imago.
+ Caecubum et prelo domitam Caleno
+ tu bibes uuam; mea nec Falernae
+ temperant uites neque Formiani
+ pocula colles.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%21
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclB]
+
+
+ Dianam tenerae dicite uirgines,
+ intonsum, pueri, dicite Cynthium
+ Latonamque supremo
+ dilectam penitus Ioui;
+ uos laetam fluuiis et nemorum coma,
+ quaecumque aut gelido prominet Algido,
+ nigris aut Erymanthi
+ siluis aut uiridis Gragi;
+ uos Tempe totidem tollite laudibus
+ natalemque, mares, Delon Apollinis
+ insignemque pharetra
+ fraternaque umerum lyra.
+ Hic bellum lacrimosum, hic miseram famem
+ pestemque a populo et principe Caesare in
+ Persas atque Britannos
+ uestra motus aget prece.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%22
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+ Integer uitae scelerisque purus
+ non eget Mauris iaculis neque arcu
+ nec uenenatis grauida sagittis,
+ Fusce, pharetra,
+ siue per Syrtis iter aestuosas
+ siue facturus per inhospitalem
+ Caucasum uel quae loca fabulosus
+ lambit Hydaspes.
+ Namque me silua lupus in Sabina,
+ dum meam canto Lalagem et ultra
+ terminum curis uagor expeditis,
+ fugit inermem,
+ quale portentum neque militaris
+ Daunias latis alit aesculetis
+ nec Iubae tellus generat, leonum
+ arida nutrix.
+ Pone me pigris ubi nulla campis
+ arbor aestiua recreatur aura,
+ quod latus mundi nebulae malusque
+ Iuppiter urget;
+ pone sub curru nimium propinqui
+ solis in terra domibus negata:
+ dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo,
+ dulce loquentem.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%23
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclB]
+
+
+ Vitas inuleo me similis, Chloe,
+ quaerenti pauidam montibus auiis
+ matrem non sine uano
+ aurarum et silua metu.
+ Nam seu mobilibus ueris inhorruit
+ aduentus folliis, seu uirides rubum
+ dimouere lacertae,
+ et corde et genibus tremit.
+ Atqui non ego te, tigris ut aspera
+ Gaetulusue leo, frangere persequor:
+ tandem desine matrem
+ tempestiua sequi uiro.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%24
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclA]
+
+
+ Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus
+ tam cari capitis? Praecipe lububris
+ cantus, Melpomene, cui liquidam pater
+ uocem cum cithara dedit.
+ Ergo Quintilium perpetuus sopor
+ urget? Cui Pudor et Iustitiae soror,
+ incorrupta Fides, nudaque Veritas
+ quando ullum inueniet parem?
+ Multis ille bonis flebilis occidit,
+ nulli flebilior quam tibi, Vergili.
+ Tu frustra pius, heu, non ita creditum
+ poscis Quintilium deos.
+ Quid si Threicio blandius Orpheo
+ auditam moderere arboribus fidem?
+ Num uanae redeat sanguis imagini,
+ quam uirga semel horrida,
+ non lenis precibus fata recludere,
+ nigro compulerit Mercurius gregi?
+ durum: sed leuius fit patientia
+ quicquid corrigere est nefas.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%25
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+ Parcius iunctas quatiunt fenestras
+ iactibus crebris iuuenes proterui
+ nec tibi somnos adimunt amatque
+ ianua limen,
+ quae prius multum facilis mouebat
+ cardines. Audis minus et minus iam:
+ `Me tuo longas pereunte noctes,
+ Lydia, dormis?'
+ Inuicem moechos anus arrogantis
+ flebis in solo leuis angiportu
+ Thracio bacchante magis sub
+ interlunia uento,
+ cum tibi flagrans amor et libido,
+ quae solet matres furiare equorum,
+ saeuiet circa iecur ulcerosum
+ non sine questu,
+ laeta quod pubes hedera uirenti
+ gaudeat pulla magis atque myrto,
+ aridas frondes hiemis sodali
+ dedicet Euro.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%26
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+ Musis amicus tristitiam et metus
+ tradam proteruis in mare Creticum
+ portare uentis, quis sub Arcto
+ rex gelidae metuatur orae,
+ quid Tiridaten terreat, unice
+ securus. O quae fontibus integris
+ gaudes, apricos necte flores,
+ necte meo Lamiae coronam,
+ Piplea dulcis. Nil sine te mei
+ prosunt honores; hunc fidibus nouis,
+ hunc Lesbio sacrare plectro
+ teque tuasque decet sorores.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%27
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+ Natis in usum laetitiae scyphis
+ pugnare Thracum est; tollite barbarum
+ morem uerecundumque Bacchum
+ sanguineis prohibete rixis.
+ Vino et lucernis Medus acinaces
+ immane quantum discrepat; impium
+ lenite clamorem, sodales,
+ et cubito remanete presso.
+ Voltis seueri me quoque sumere
+ partem Falerni? Dicat Opuntiae
+ frater Megyllae quo beatus
+ uolnere, qua pereat sagitta.
+ Cessat uoluntas? Non alia bibam
+ mercede. Quae te cumque domat Venus
+ non erubescendis adurit
+ ignibus ingenuoque semper
+ amore peccas. Quicquid habes, age,
+ depone tutis auribus. A! miser,
+ quanta laborabas Charybdi,
+ digne puer meliore flamma.
+ Quae saga, quis te soluere Thessalis
+ magus uenenis, quis poterit deus?
+ uix inligatum te triformi
+ Pegasus expediet Chimaera.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%28
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcm]
+
+
+ Te maris et terrae numeroque carentis harenae
+ mensorem cohibent, Archyta,
+ pulueris exigui prope latum parua Matinum
+ munera nec quicquam tibi prodest
+ aerias temptasse domos animoque rotundum
+ percurrisse polum morituro.
+ Occidit et Pelopis genitor, conuiua deorum,
+ Tithonusque remotus in auras
+ et Iouis arcanis Minos admissus habentque
+ Tartara Panthoiden iterum Orco
+ demissum, quamuis clipeo Troiana refixo
+ tempora testatus nihil ultra
+ neruos atque cutem morti concesserat atrae,
+ iudice te non sordidus auctor
+ naturae uerique. Sed omnis una manet nox
+ et calcanda semel uia leti.
+ Dant alios Furiae toruo spectacula Marti,
+ exitio est auidum mare nautis;
+ mixta senum ac iuuenum densentur funera, nullum
+ saeua caput Proserpina fugit.
+ Me quoque deuexi rapidus comes Orionis
+ Illyricis Notus obruit undis.
+ At tu, nauta, uagae ne parce malignus harenae
+ ossibus et capiti inhumato
+ particulam dare: sic, quodcumque minabitur Eurus
+ fluctibus Hesperiis, Venusinae
+ plectantur siluae te sospite multaque merces,
+ unde potest, tibi defluat aequo
+ ab Ioue Neptunoque sacri custode Tarenti.
+ Neglegis inmeritis nocituram
+ postmodo te natis fraudem committere? Fors et
+ debita iura uicesque superbae
+ te maneant ipsum: precibus non linquar inultis
+ teque piacula nulla resoluent.
+ Quamquam festinas, non est mora longa; licebit
+ iniecto ter puluere curras.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%29
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+ Icci, beatis nunc Arabum inuides
+ gazis et acrem militiam paras
+ non ante deuictis Sabaeae
+ regibus horribilique Medo
+ nectis catenas? Quae tibi uirginum
+ sponso necato barbara seruiet?
+ puer quis ex aula capillis
+ ad cyathum statuetur unctis,
+ doctus sagittas tendere Sericas
+ arcu paterno? Quis neget arduis
+ pronos relabi posse riuos
+ montibus et Tiberim reuerti,
+ cum tu coemptos undique nobilis
+ libros Panaeti Socraticam et domum
+ mutare loricis Hiberis,
+ pollicitus meliora, tendis?
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%30
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+O Venus regina Cnidi Paphique,
+ sperne dilectam Cypron et uocantis
+ ture te multo Glycerae decoram
+ transfer in aedem.
+ Feruidus tecum puer et solutis
+ Gratiae zonis properentque Nymphae
+ et parum comis sine te Iuuentas
+ Mercuriusque.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%31
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+ Quid dedicatum poscit Apollinem
+ uates? Quid orat, de patera nouum
+ fundens liquorem? Non opimae
+ Sardiniae segetes feraces,
+ non aestuosae grata Calabriae
+ armenta, non aurum aut ebur Indicum,
+ non rura, quae Liris quieta
+ mordet aqua taciturnus amnis.
+ Premant Calena falce quibus dedit
+ Fortuna uitem, diues et aureis
+ mercator exsiccet culillis
+ uina Syra reparata merce,
+ dis carus ipsis, quippe ter et quater
+ anno reuisens aequor Atlanticum
+ inpune: me pascust oliuae,
+ me cichorea leuesque maluae.
+ Frui paratis et ualido mihi,
+ Latoe, dones, at, precor, integra
+ cum mente, nec turpem senectam
+ degere nec cithara carentem.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%32
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+ Poscimur. Si quid uacui sub umbra
+ lusimus tecum, quod et hunc in annum
+ uiuat et pluris, age, dic Latinum,
+ barbite, carmen,
+ Lesbio primum modulate ciui,
+ qui, ferox bello, tamen inter arma,
+ siue iactatam religarat udo
+ litore nauem,
+ Liberum et Musas Veneremque et illi
+ semper haerentem puerum canebat
+ et Lycum nigris oculis nigroque
+ crine decorum.
+ O decus Phoebi et dapibus supremi
+ grata testudo Iouis, o laborum
+ dulce lenimen, mihi cumque salue
+ rite uocanti.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+
+%33
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclA]
+
+
+ Albi, ne doleas plus nimio memor
+ inmitis Glycerae neu miserabilis
+ descantes elegos, cur tibi iunior
+ laesa praeniteat fide.
+ Insignem tenui fronte Lycorida
+ Cyri torret amor, Cyrus in asperam
+ declinat Pholoen: sed prius Apulis
+ iungentur capreae lupis
+ quam turpi Pholoe peccet adultero.
+ Sic uisum Veneri, cui placet imparis
+ formas atque animos sub iuga aenea
+ saeuo mittere cum ioco.
+ Ipsum me melior cum peteret Venus,
+ grata detinuit compede Myrtale
+ libertina, fretis acrior Hadriae
+ curuantis Calabros sinus.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%34
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+ Parcus deorum cultor et infrequens,
+ insanientis dum sapientiae
+ consultus erro, nunc retrorsum
+ uela dare atque iterare cursus
+ cogor relictos: namque Diespiter
+ igni corusco nubila diuidens
+ plerumque, per purum tonantis
+ egit equos uolucremque currum,
+ quo bruta tellus et uaga flumina,
+ quo Styx et inuisi horrida Taenari
+ sedes Atlanteusque finis
+ concutitur. Valet ima summis
+ mutare et insignem attenuat deus,
+ obscura promens; hinc apicem rapax
+ Fortuna cum stridore acuto
+ sustulit, hic posuisse gaudet.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%35
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+O diua, gratum quae regis Antium,
+ praesens uel imo tollere de gradu
+ mortale corpus uel superbos
+ uertere funeribus triumphos,
+ te pauper ambit sollicita prece
+ ruris colonus, te dominam aequoris
+ quicumque Bythyna lacessit
+ Carpathium pelagus carina.
+ Te Dacus asper, te profugi Scythae,
+ urbesque gentesque et Latium ferox
+ regumque matres barbarorum et
+ purpurei metuunt tyranni,
+ iniurioso ne pede proruas
+ stantem columnam, neu populus frequens
+ ad arma cessantis, ad arma
+ concitet imperiumque frangat.
+ Te semper anteit serua Necessitas,
+ clauos trabalis et cuneos manu
+ gestans aena nec seuerus
+ uncus abest liquidumque plumbum;
+ te Spes et albo rara Fides colit
+ uelata panno nec comitem abnegat,
+ utcumque mutata potentis
+ ueste domos inimica linquis;
+ at uolgus infidum et meretrix retro
+ periura cedit, diffugiunt cadis
+ cum faece siccatis amici,
+ ferre iugum pariter dolosi.
+ Serues iturum Caesarem in ultimos
+ orbis Britannos et iuuenum recens
+ examen Eois timendum
+ partibus Oceanoque rubro.
+ Heu heu, cicatricum et sceleris pudet
+ fratrumque. Quid nos dura refugimus
+ aetas, quid intactum nefasti
+ liquimus? Vnde manum iuuentus
+ metu deorum continuit? Quibus
+ pepercit aris? O utinam noua
+ incude diffingas retusum in
+ Massagetas Arabasque ferrum!
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%36
+\begin{carmen}[\GlycAscl]
+
+
+ Et ture et fidibus iuuat
+ placare et uituli sanguini debito
+ custodes Numidae deos,
+ qui nunc Hesperia sospes ab ultima
+ caris multa sodalibus,
+ nulli plura tamen diuidit oscula
+ quam dulci Lamiae, memor
+ actae non alio rege puertiae
+ mutataeque simul togae.
+ Cressa ne careat pulchra dies nota
+ neu promptae modus amphorae
+ neu morem in Salium sit requies pedum
+ neu multi Damalis meri
+ Bassum Threicia uincat amystide
+ neu desint epulis rosae
+ neu uiuax apium neu breue lilium.
+ Omnes in Damalin putres
+ deponent oculos nec Damalis nouo
+ diuelletur adultero
+ lasciuis hederis ambitiosior.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%37
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+ Nunc est bibendum, nunc pede libero
+ pulsanda tellus, nunc Saliaribus
+ ornare puluinar deorum
+ tempus erat dapibus, sodales.
+ Antehac nefas depromere Caecubum
+ cellis auitis, dum Capitolio
+ regina dementis ruinas
+ funus et imperio parabat
+ contaminato cum grege turpium
+ morbo uirorum, quidlibet impotens
+ sperare fortunaque dulci
+ ebria. Sed minuit furorem
+ uix una sospes nauis ab ignibus,
+ mentemque lymphatam Mareotico
+ redegit in ueros timores
+ Caesar, ab Italia uolantem
+ remis adurgens, accipiter uelut
+ mollis columbas aut leporem citus
+ uenator in campis niualis
+ Haemoniae, daret ut catenis
+ fatale monstrum. Quae generosius
+ perire quaerens nec muliebriter
+ expauit ensem nec latentis
+ classe cita reparauit oras,
+ ausa et iacentem uisere regiam
+ uoltu sereno, fortis et asperas
+ tractare serpentes, ut atrum
+ corpore conbiberet uenenum,
+ deliberata morte ferocior:
+ saeuis Liburnis scilicet inuidens
+ priuata deduci superbo,
+ non humilis mulier, triumpho.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%38
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+ Persicos odi, puer, apparatus,
+ displicent nexae philyra coronae,
+ mitte sectari, rosa quo locorum
+ sera moretur.
+ Simplici myrto nihil adlabores
+ sedulus, curo: neque te ministrum
+ dedecet myrtus neque me sub arta
+ uite bibentem.
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+\desinitLiber
+
+\Liber
+
+
+
+%1
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Motum ex Metello consule ciuicum
+ bellique causas et uitia et modos
+ ludumque Fortunae grauisque
+ principium amicitias et arma
+nondum expiatis uncta cruoribus,
+ periculosae plenum opus aleae,
+ tractas et incedis per ignis
+ suppositos cineri doloso.
+Paulum seuerae Musa tragoediae
+ desit theatris; mox, ubi publicas
+ res ordinaris, grande munus
+ Cecropio repetes coturno,
+insigne maestis praesidium reis
+ et consulenti, Pollio, curiae,
+ cui laurus aeternos honores
+ Delmatico peperit triumpho.
+Iam nunc minaci murmure cornuum
+ perstringis auris, iam litui strepunt,
+ iam fulgor armorum fugacis
+ terret equos equitumque uoltus.
+Audire magnos iam uideor duces
+ non indecoro puluere sordidos
+ et cuncta terrarum subacta
+ praeter atrocem animum Catonis.
+Iuno et deorum quisquis amicior
+Afris inulta cesserat impotens
+ tellure, uictorum nepotes
+ rettulit inferias Iugurthae.
+Quis non Latino sanguine pinguior
+ campus sepulcris impia proelia
+ testatur auditumque Medis
+ Hesperiae sonitum ruinae?
+Qui gurges aut quae flumina lugubris
+ ignara belli? Quod mare Dauniae
+ non decolorauere caedes?
+ Quae caret ora cruore nostro?
+Sed ne relictis, Musa procax, iocis
+ Ceae retractes munera Neniae,
+ mecum Dionaeo sub antro
+ quaere modos leuiore plectro.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%2
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Nullus argento color est auaris
+ abdito terris, inimice lamnae
+ Crispe Sallusti, nisi temperato
+ splendeat usu.
+Viuet extento Proculeius aeuo,
+ notus in fratres animi paterni;
+ illum aget pinna metuente solui
+ Fama superstes.
+Latius regnes auidum domando
+ spiritum quam si Libyam remotis
+ Gadibus iungas et uterque Poenus
+ seruiat uni.
+Crescit indulgens sibi dirus hydrops
+ nec sitim pellit, nisi causa morbi
+ fugerit uenis et aquosus albo
+ corpore languor.
+Redditum Cyri solio Prahaten
+ dissidens plebi numero beatorum
+ eximit Virtus populumque falsis
+ dedocet uti
+uocibus, regnum et diadema tutum
+ deferens uni propriamque laurum
+ quisquis ingentis oculo inretorto
+ spectat aceruos.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%3
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Aequam memento rebus in arduis
+ seruare mentem, non secus in bonis
+ ab insolenti temperatam
+ laetitia, moriture Delli,
+seu maestus omni tempore uixeris
+ seu te in remoto gramine per dies
+ festos reclinatum bearis
+ interiore nota Falerni.
+Quo pinus ingens albaque populus
+ umbram hospitalem consociare amant
+ ramis? Quid obliquo laborat
+ lympha fugax trepidare riuo?
+Huc uina et unguenta et nimium breuis
+ flores amoenae ferre iube rosae,
+ dum res et aetas et Sororum
+ fila trium patiuntur atra.
+Cedes coemptis saltibus et domo
+ uillaque, flauus quam Tiberis lauit,
+ cedes, et exstructis in altum
+ diuitiis potietur heres.
+Diuesne prisco natus ab Inacho
+ nil interest an pauper et infima
+ de gente sub diuo moreris,
+ uictima nil miserantis Orci;
+omnes eodem cogimur, omnium
+ uersatur urna serius ocius
+ sors exitura et nos in aeternum
+ exilium impositura cumbae.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%4
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Ne sit ancillae tibi amor pudori,
+ Xanthia Phoceu: prius insolentem
+ serua Briseis niueo colore
+ mouit Anchillem;
+mouit Aiacem Telamone natum
+forma captiuae dominum Tecmessae;
+ arsit Atrides medio in triumpho
+ uirgine rapta,
+barbarae postquam cecidere turmae
+ Thessalo uictore et ademptus Hector
+ tradidit fessis leuiora tolli
+ Pergama Grais.
+Nescias an te generum beati
+ Phyllidis flauae decorent parentes;
+ regium certe genus et penatis
+ maeret iniquos.
+Crede non illam tibi de scelesta
+ plebe delectam, neque sic fidelem,
+ sic lucro auersam potuisse nasci
+ matre pudenda.
+Bracchia et uoltum teretisque suras
+ integer laudo: fuge suspicari
+ cuius octauum trepidauit aetas
+ claudere lustrum.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%5
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Nondum subacta ferre iugum ualet
+ ceruice, nondum munia comparis
+ aequare nec tauri ruentis
+ in uenerem tolerare pondus.
+Circa uirentis est animus tuae
+ campos iuuencae, nunc fluuiis grauem
+ solantis aestum, nunc in udo
+ ludere cum uitulis salicto
+praegestientis. Tolle cupidinem
+ immitis uuae: iam tibi liuidos
+ distinguet autumnus racemos
+ purpureo uarius colore;
+iam te sequetur; currit enim ferox
+ aetas et illi quos tibi dempserit
+ adponet annos; iam proterua
+ fronte petet Lalage maritum,
+dilecta, quantum non Pholoe fugax,
+ non Chloris albo sic umero nitens
+ ut pura nocturno renidet
+ luna mari Cnidiusue Gyges,
+quem si puellarum insereres choro,
+ mire sagacis falleret hospites
+ discrimen obscurum solutis
+ crinibus ambiguoque uoltu.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%6
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Septimi, Gadis aditure mecum et
+ Cantabrum indoctum iuga ferre nostra et
+ barbaras Syrtis, ubi Maura semper
+ aestuat unda,
+Tibur Argeo positum colono
+ sit meae sedes utinam senectae,
+ sit modus lasso maris et uiarum
+ militiaeque.
+Vnde si Parcae prohibent iniquae,
+ dulce pellitis ouibus Galaesi
+ flumen et regnata petam Laconi
+ rura Phalantho.
+Ille terrarum mihi praeter omnis
+ angulus ridet, ubi non Hymetto
+ mella decedunt uiridique certat
+ baca Venafro,
+uer ubi longum tepidasque praebet
+ Iuppiter brumas et amicus Aulon
+ fertili Baccho minimum Falernis
+ inuidet uuis.
+Ille te mecum locus et beatae
+ postulant arces; ibi tu calentem
+ debita sparges lacrima fauillam
+ uatis amici.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%7
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+O saepe mecum tempus in ultimum
+ deducte Bruto militiae duce,
+ quis te redonauit Quiritem
+ dis patriis Italoque caelo,
+Pompei, meorum prime sodalium,
+ cum quo morantem saepe diem mero
+ fregi, coronatus nitentis
+ malobathro Syrio capillos?
+Tecum Philippos et celerem fugam
+ sensi relicta non bene parmula,
+ cum fracta uirtus et minaces
+ turpe solum tetigere mento;
+sed me per hostis Mercurius celer
+ denso pauentem sustulit aere,
+ te rursus in bellum resorbens
+ unda fretis tulit aestuosis.
+Ergo obligatam redde Ioui dapem
+ longaque fessum militia latus
+ depone sub lauru mea, nec
+ parce cadis tibi destinatis.
+Obliuioso leuia Massico
+ ciboria exple, funde capacibus
+ unguenta de conchis. Quis udo
+ deproperare apio coronas
+curatue myrto? Quem Venus arbitrum
+ dicet bibendi? Non ego sanius
+ bacchabor Edonis: recepto
+ dulce mihi furere est amico.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%8
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Vlla si iuris tibi peierati
+ poena, Barine, nocuisset umquam,
+ dente si nigro fieres uel uno
+ turpior ungui,
+crederem; sed tu simul obligasti
+ perfidum uotis caput, enitescis
+ pulchrior multo iuuenumque prodis
+ publica cura.
+Expedit matris cineres opertos
+ fallere et toto taciturna noctis
+ signa cum caelo gelidaque diuos
+ morte carentis.
+Ridet hoc, inquam, Venus ipsa, rident
+ simplices Nymphae, ferus et Cupido
+ semper ardentis acuens sagittas
+ cote cruenta.
+Adde quod pubes tibi crescit omnis,
+ seruitus crescit noua nec priores
+ impiae tectum dominae relinquont
+ saepe minati.
+Te suis matres metuunt iuuencis,
+ te senes parci miseraeque nuper
+ uirgines nuptae, tua ne retardet
+ aura maritos.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%9
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Non semper imbres nubibus hispidos
+ manant in agros aut mare Caspium
+ uexant inaequales procellae
+ usque, nec Armeniis in oris,
+amice Valgi, stat glacies iners
+mensis per omnis aut Aquilonibus
+ querqueta Gargani laborant
+ et foliis uiduantur orni:
+tu semper urges flebilibus modis
+ Mysten ademptum, nec tibi Vespero
+ surgente decedunt amores
+ nec rapidum fugiente solem.
+At non ter aeuo functus amabilem
+ plorauit omnis Antilochum senex
+ annos nec inpubem parentes
+ Troilon aut Phrygiae sorores
+fleuere semper. Desine mollium
+ tandem querellarum et potius noua
+ cantemus Augusti tropaea
+ Caesaris et rigidum Niphaten
+Medumque flumen gentibus additum
+ uictis minores uoluere uertices
+ intraque praescriptum Gelonos
+ exiguis equitare campis.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%10
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Rectius uiues, Licini, neque altum
+ semper urgendo neque, dum procellas
+ cautus horrescis, nimium premendo
+ litus iniquom.
+Auream quisquis mediocritatem
+ diligit, tutus caret obsoleti
+ sordibus tecti, caret inuidenda
+ sobrius aula.
+Saepius uentis agitatur ingens
+ pinus et celsae grauiore casu
+ decidunt turres feriuntque summos
+ fulgura montis.
+Sperat infestis, metuit secundis
+ alteram sortem bene praeparatum
+ pectus. Informis hiemes reducit
+ Iuppiter, idem
+summouet. Non, si male nunc, et olim
+ sic erit: quondam cithara tacentem
+ suscitat Musam neque semper arcum
+ tendit Apollo.
+Rebus angustis animosus atque
+ fortis appare; sapienter idem
+ contrahes uento nimium secundo
+ turgida uela.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%11
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Quid bellicosus Cantaber et Scythes,
+ Hirpine Quincti, cogitet Hadria
+ diuisus obiecto, remittas
+ quaerere nec trepides in usum
+poscentis aeui pauca: fugit retro
+ leuis iuuentas et decor, arida
+ pellente lasciuos amores
+ canitie facilemque somnum.
+Non semper idem floribus est honor
+ uernis neque uno luna rubens nitet
+ uoltu: quid aeternis minorem
+ consiliis animum fatigas?
+Cur non sub alta uel platano uel hac
+ pinu iacentes sic temere et rosa
+ canos odorati capillos,
+ dum licet, Assyriaque nardo
+potamus uncti? dissipat Euhius
+ curas edacis. Quis puer ocius
+ restinguet ardentis Falerni
+ pocula praetereunte lympha?
+Quis deuium scortum eliciet domo
+ Lyden? Eburna dic, age, cum lyra
+ maturet, in comptum Lacaenae
+ more comas religata nodum.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%12
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclA]
+
+
+Nolis longa ferae bella Numantiae,
+ nec durum Hannibalem nec Siculum mare
+ Poeno purpureum sanguine mollibus
+ aptari citharae modis,
+nec saeuos Lapithas et nimium mero
+ Hylaeum domitosque Herculea manu
+ Telluris iuuenes, unde periculum
+ fulgens contremuit domus
+Saturni ueteris; tuque pedestribus
+ dices historiis proelia Caesaris,
+ Maecenas, melius ductaque per uias
+ regum colla minacium.
+Me dulcis dominae Musa Licymniae
+ cantus, me uoluit dicere lucidum
+ fulgentis oculos et bene mutuis
+ fidum pectus amoribus;
+quam nec ferre pedem dedecuit choris
+ nec certare ioco nec dare bracchia
+ ludentem nitidis uirginibus sacro
+ Dianae celebris die.
+Num tu quae tenuit diues Achaemenes
+ aut pinguis Phrygiae Mygdonias opes
+ permutare uelis crine Licymniae,
+ plenas aut Arabum domos
+cum flagrantia detorquet ad oscula
+ ceruicem aut facili saeuitia negat
+ quae poscente magis gaudeat eripi,
+ interdum rapere occupet?
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%13
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Ille et nefasto te posuit die,
+ quicumque primum, et sacrilega manu
+ produxit, arbos, in nepotum
+ perniciem obprobriumque pagi;
+illum et parentis crediderim sui
+ fregisse ceruicem et penetralia
+ sparsisse nocturno cruore
+ hospitis, ille uenena Colcha
+et quidquid usquam concipitur nefas
+ tractauit, agro qui statuit meo
+ te, triste lignum, te, caducum
+ in domini caput inmerentis.
+Quid quisque uitet, nunquam homini satis
+ cautum est in horas: nauita Bosphorum
+ Poenus perhorrescit neque ultra
+ caeca timet aliunde fata,
+miles sagittas et celerem fugam
+ Parthi, catenas Parthus et Italum
+ robur; sed inprouisa leti
+ uis rapuit rapietque gentis.
+Quam paene furuae regna Proserpinae
+ et iudicantem uidimus Aeacum
+ sedesque discriptas piorum et
+ Aeoliis fidibus querentem
+Sappho puellis de popularibus
+et te sonantem plenius aureo,
+ Alcaee, plectro dura nauis,
+ dura fugae mala, dura belli.
+Vtrumque sacro digna silentio
+ mirantur umbrae dicere, sed magis
+ pugnas et exactos tyrannos
+ densum umeris bibit aure uolgus.
+Quid mirum, ubi illis carminibus stupens
+ demittit atras belua centiceps
+ auris et intorti capillis
+ Eumenidum recreantur angues?
+Quin et Prometheus et Pelopis parens
+ dulci laborum decipitur sono
+ nec curat Orion leones
+ aut timidos agitare lyncas.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%14
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume,
+ labuntur anni nec pietas moram
+ rugis et instanti senectae
+ adferet indomitaeque morti,
+non, si trecenis quotquot eunt dies,
+amice, places inlacrimabilem
+ Plutona tauris, qui ter amplum
+ Geryonen Tityonque tristi
+compescit unda, scilicet omnibus
+ quicumque terrae munere uescimur
+ enauiganda, siue reges
+ siue inopes erimus coloni.
+Frustra cruento Marte carebimus
+ fractisque rauci fluctibus Hadriae,
+ frustra per autumnos nocentem
+ corporibus metuemus Austrum:
+uisendus ater flumine languido
+ Cocytos errans et Danai genus
+ infame damnatusque longi
+ Sisyphus Aeolides laboris.
+Linquenda tellus et domus et placens
+ uxor, neque harum quas colis arborum
+ te praeter inuisas cupressos
+ ulla breuem dominum sequetur;
+absumet heres Caecuba dignior
+seruata centum clauibus et mero
+ tinguet pauimentum superbo,
+ pontificum potiore cenis.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%15
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Iam pauca aratro iugera regiae
+ moles relinquent, undique latius
+ extenta uisentur Lucrino
+ stagna lacu platanusque caelebs
+euincet ulmos; tum uiolaria et
+myrtus et omnis copia narium
+ spargent oliuetis odorem
+ fertilibus domino priori;
+tum spissa ramis laurea feruidos
+ excludet ictus. Non ita Romuli
+ praescriptum et intonsi Catonis
+ auspiciis ueterumque norma.
+Priuatus illis census erat breuis,
+ commune magnum; nulla decempedis
+ metata priuatis opacam
+ porticus excipiebat Arcton,
+nec fortuitum spernere caespitem
+ leges sinebant, oppida publico
+ sumptu iubentes et deorum
+ templa nouo decorare saxo.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%16
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Otium diuos rogat in patenti
+ prensus Aegaeo, simul atra nubes
+ condidit lunam neque certa fulgent
+ sidera nautis;
+otium bello furiosa Thrace,
+ otium Medi pharetra decori,
+ Grosphe, non gemmis neque purpura
+ uenale neque auro.
+Non enim gazae neque consularis
+ summouet lictor miseros tumultus
+ mentis et curas laqueata circum
+ tecta uolantis.
+Viuitur paruo bene, cui paternum
+ splendet in mensa tenui salinum
+ nec leuis somnos timor aut cupido
+ sordidus aufert.
+Quid breui fortes iaculamur aeuo
+ multa? Quid terras alio calentis
+ sole mutamus? Patriae quis exul
+ se quoque fugit?
+Scandit aeratas uitiosa nauis
+ cura nec turmas equitum relinquit,
+ ocior ceruis et agente nimbos
+ ocior Euro.
+Laetus in praesens animus quod ultra est
+ oderit curare et amara lento
+ temperet risu: nihil est ab omni
+ parte beatum.
+Abstulit clarum cita mors Achillem,
+ longa Tithonum minuit senectus,
+ et mihi forsan, tibi quod negarit,
+ porriget hora.
+Te greges centum Siculaeque circum
+ mugiunt uaccae, tibi tollit hinnitum
+ apta quadrigis equa, te bis Afro
+ murice tinctae
+uestiunt lanae; mihi parua rura et
+ spiritum Graiae tenuem Camenae
+ Parca non mendax dedit et malignum
+ spernere uolgus.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%17
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Cur me querellis exanimas tuis?
+ Nec dis amicum est nec mihi te prius
+ obire, Maecenas, mearum
+ grande decus columenque rerum.
+A! te meae si partem animae rapit
+maturior uis, quid moror altera,
+ nec carus aeque nec superstes
+ integer? Ille dies utramque
+ducet ruinam. Non ego perfidum
+ dixit sacramentum: ibimus, ibimus,
+ utcumque praecedes, supremum
+ carpere iter comites parati.
+Me nec Chimaerae spiritus igneae
+ nec, si resurgat centimanus gigas,
+ diuellet umquam: sic potenti
+ Iustitiae placitumque Parcis.
+Seu Libra seu me Scorpios aspicit
+ formidolosus, pars uiolentior
+ natalis horae, seu tyrannus
+ Hesperiae Capricornus undae,
+utrumque nostrum incredibili modo
+ consentit astrum; te Iouis impio
+ tutela Saturno refulgens
+ eripuit uolucrisque Fati
+tardauit alas, cum populus frequens
+ laetum theatris ter crepuit sonum;
+ me truncus inlapsus cerebro
+ sustulerat, nisi Faunus ictum
+dextra lauasset, Mercurialium
+ custos uirorum. Reddere uictimas
+ aedemque uotiuam memento;
+ non humilem feriemus agnam.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%18
+\begin{carmen}[\Hippon]
+
+ Non ebur neque aureum
+ mea renidet in domo lacunar;
+ non trabes Hymettiae
+ premunt columnas ultima recisas
+ Africa, neque Attali
+ ignotus heres regiam occupaui,
+ nec Laconicas mihi
+ trahunt honestae purpuras clientae.
+ At fides et ingeni
+ benigna uena est pauperemque diues
+ me petit; nihil supra
+ deos lacesso nec potentem amicum
+ largiora flagito,
+ satis beatus unicis Sabinis.
+ Truditur dies die
+ nouaeque pergunt interire lunae;
+ tu secanda marmora
+ locas sub ipsum funus et sepulcri
+ inmemor struis domos
+ marisque Bais obstrepentis urges
+ summouere litora,
+ parum locuples continente ripa.
+ Quid quod usque proximos
+ reuellis agri terminos et ultra
+ limites clientium
+ salis auarus? Pellitur paternos
+ in sinu ferens deos
+ et uxor et uir sordidosque natos.
+ Nulla certior tamen
+ rapacis Orci fine destinata
+ aula diuitem manet
+ erum. Quid ultra tendis? Aequa tellus
+ pauperi recluditur
+ regumque pueris, nec satelles Orci
+ callidum Promethea
+ reuexit auro captus. Hic superbum
+ Tantalum atque Tantali
+ genus coercet, hic leuare functum
+ pauperem laboribus
+ uocatus atque non uocatus audit.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%19
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Bacchum in remotis carmina rupibus
+ uidi docentem, credite posteri,
+ Nymphasque discentis et auris
+ capripedum Satyrorum acutas.
+Euhoe, recenti mens trepidat metu
+ plenoque Bacchi pectore turbidum
+ laetatur. Euhoe, parce Liber,
+ parce, graui metuende thyrso.
+Fas peruicacis est mihi Thyiadas
+ uinique fontem lactis et uberes
+ cantare riuos atque truncis
+ lapsa cauis iterare mella;
+fas et beatae coniugis additum
+ stellis honorem tectaque Penthei
+ disiecta non leni ruina,
+ Thracis et exitium Lycurgi.
+Tu flectis amnes, tu mare barbarum,
+ tu separatis uuidus in iugis
+ nodo coerces uiperino
+ Bistonidum sine fraude crinis.
+Tu, cum parentis regna per arduum
+ cohors Gigantum scanderet inpia,
+ Rhoetum retorsisti leonis
+ unguibus horribilique mala;
+quamquam, choreis aptior et iocis
+ ludoque dictus, non sat idoneus
+ pugnae ferebaris; sed idem
+ pacis eras mediusque belli.
+Te uidit insons Cerberus aureo
+ cornu decorum leniter atterens
+ caudam et recedentis trilingui
+ ore pedes tetigitque crura.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%20
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Non usitata nec tenui ferar
+ penna biformis per liquidum aethera
+ uates neque in terris morabor
+ longius inuidiaque maior
+urbis relinquam. Non ego pauperum
+sanguis parentum, non ego quem uocas,
+ dilecte Maecenas, obibo
+ nec Stygia cohibebor unda.
+Iam iam residunt cruribus asperae
+ pelles et album mutor in alitem
+ superne nascunturque leues
+ per digitos umerosque plumae.
+Iam Daedaleo ocior Icaro
+ uisam gementis litora Bosphori
+ Syrtisque Gaetulas canorus
+ ales Hyperboreosque campos.
+Me Colchus et qui dissimulat metum
+ Marsae cohortis Dacus et ultimi
+ noscent Geloni, me peritus
+ discet Hiber Rhodanique potor.
+Absint inani funere neniae
+ luctusque turpes et querimoniae;
+ conpesce clamorem ac sepulcri
+ mitte superuacuos honores.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+
+\desinitLiber
+
+\Liber
+
+%1
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+Odi profanum uolgus et arceo.
+ Fauete linguis: carmina non prius
+ audita Musarum sacerdos
+ uirginibus puerisque canto.
+Regum timendorum in proprios greges,
+ reges in ipsos imperium est Iouis,
+ clari Giganteo triumpho,
+ cuncta supercilio mouentis.
+Est ut uiro uir latius ordinet
+ arbusta sulcis, hic generosior
+ descendat in campum petitor,
+ moribus hic meliorque fama
+contendat, illi turba clientium
+ sit maior: aequa lege Necessitas
+ sortitur insignis et imos,
+ omne capax mouet urna nomen.
+Destrictus ensis cui super impia
+ ceruice pendet, non Siculae dapes
+ dulcem elaboratum saporem,
+ non auium citharaequecantus
+Somnum reducent: somnus agrestium
+ lenis uirorum non humilis domos
+ fastidit umbrosamque ripam,
+ non Zephyris agitata tempe.
+Desiderantem quod satis est neque
+ tumultuosum sollicitat mare,
+ nec saeuus Arcturi cadentis
+ impetus aut orientis Haedi,
+non uerberatae grandine uineae
+ fundusque mendax, arbore nunc aquas
+ culpante, nunc torrentia agros
+ sidera, nunc hiemes iniquas.
+Contracta pisces aequora sentiunt
+ iactis in altum molibus: huc frequens
+ caementa demittit redemptor
+ cum famulis dominusque terrae
+fastidiosus: sed Timor et Minae
+ scandunt eodem quo dominus, neque
+ decedit aerata triremi et
+ post equitem sedet atra Cura.
+Quod si dolentem nec Phrygius lapis
+ nec purpurarum sidere clarior
+ delenit usus nec Falerna
+ uitis Achaemeniumque costum,
+cur inuidendis postibus et nouo
+ sublime ritu moliar atrium?
+ Cur ualle permutem Sabina
+ diuitias operosiores?
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%2
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Angustam amice pauperiem pati
+ robustus acri militia puer
+ condiscat et Parthos ferocis
+ uexet eques metuendus hasta
+uitamque sub diuo et trepidis agat
+ in rebus. Illum ex moenibus hosticis
+ matrona bellantis tyranni
+ prospiciens et adulta uirgo
+suspiret, eheu, ne rudis agminum
+ sponsus lacessat regius asperum
+ tactu leonem, quem cruenta
+ per medias rapit ira caedes.
+Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori:
+ mors et fugacem persequitur uirum
+ nec parcit inbellis iuuentae
+ poplitibus timidoue tergo.
+Virtus, repulsae nescia sordidae,
+ intaminatis fulget honoribus
+ nec sumit aut ponit securis
+ arbitrio popularis aurae.
+Virtus, recludens inmeritis mori
+ caelum, negata temptat iter uia
+ coetusque uolgaris et udam
+ spernit humum fugiente pinna.
+Est et fideli tuta silentio
+ merces: uetabo, qui Cereris sacrum
+ uolgarit arcanae, sub isdem
+ sit trabibus fragilemque mecum
+soluat phaselon; saepe Diespiter
+ neglectus incesto addidit integrum,
+ raro antecedentem scelestum
+ deseruit pede Poena claudo.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%3
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Iustum et tenacem propositi uirum
+ non ciuium ardor praua iubentium,
+ non uoltus instantis tyranni
+ mente quatit solida neque Auster,
+dux inquieti turbidus Hadriae,
+ nec fulminantis magna manus Iouis:
+ si fractus inlabatur orbis,
+ inpauidum ferient ruinae.
+Hac arte Pollux et uagus Hercules
+ ensius arces attigit igneas,
+ quos inter Augustus recumbens
+ purpureo bibet ore nectar;
+hac te merentem, Bacche pater, tuae
+ uexere tigres indocili iugum
+ collo trahentes; hac Quirinus
+ Martis equis Acheronta fugit,
+gratum elocuta consiliantibus
+ Ionone diuis: `Ilion, Ilion
+ fatalis incestusque iudex
+ et mulier peregrina uertit
+in puluerem, ex quo destituit deos
+ mercede pacta Laomedon, mihi
+ castaeque damnatum Mineruae
+ cum populo et duce fraudulento.
+Iam nec Lacaenae splendet adulterae
+ famosus hospes nec Priami domus
+ periura pugnaces Achiuos
+ Hectoreis opibus refringit
+nostrisque ductum seditionibus
+ bellum resedit. Protinus et grauis
+ irae et inuisum nepotem,
+ Troica quem peperit sacerdos,
+Marti redonabo; illum ego lucidas
+ inire sedes, discere nectaris
+ sucos et adscribi quietis
+ ordinibus patiar deorum.
+Dum longus inter saeuiat Ilion
+ Romamque pontus, qualibet exules
+ in parte regnato beati;
+ dum Priami Paridisque busto
+insultet armentum et catulos ferae
+ celae inultae, stet Capitolium
+ fulgens triumphatisque possit
+ Roma ferox dare iura Medis.
+Horrenda late nomen in ultimas
+ extendat oras, qua medius liquor
+ secernit Europen ab Afro,
+ qua tumidus rigat arua Nilus;
+aurum inrepertum et sic melius situm,
+ cum terra celat, spernere fortior
+ quam cogere humanos in usus
+ omne sacrum rapiente dextra,
+quicumque mundo terminus obstitit,
+ hunc tanget armis, uisere gestiens,
+ qua parte debacchentur ignes,
+ qua nebulae pluuiique rores.
+Sed bellicosis fata Quiritibus
+ hac lege dico, ne nimium pii
+ rebusque fidentes auitae
+ tecta uelint reparare Troiae.
+Troiae renascens alite lugubri
+ fortuna tristi clade iterabitur,
+ ducente uictrices cateruas
+ coniuge me Iouis et sorore.
+Ter si resurgat murus aeneus
+ auctore Phoebo, ter pereat meis
+ excisus Argiuis, ter uxor
+ capta uirum puerosque ploret.'
+Non hoc iocosae conueniet lyrae;
+ quo, Musa, tendis? Desine peruicax
+ referre sermones deorum et
+ magna modis tenuare paruis.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%4
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Descende caelo et dic age tibia
+ regina longum Calliope melos,
+ seu uoce nunc mauis acuta
+ seu fidibus citharaue Phoebi.
+Auditis? An me ludit amabilis
+ insania? Audire et uideor pios
+ errare per lucos, amoenae
+ quos et aquae subeunt et aurae.
+Me fabulosae Volture in Apulo
+ nutricis extra limina Pulliae
+ ludo fatigatumque somno
+ fronde noua puerum palumbes
+texere, mirum quod foret omnibus
+ quicumque celsae nidum Aceruntiae
+ saltusque Bantinos et aruum
+ pingue tenent humilis Forenti,
+ut tuto ab atris corpore uiperis
+ dormirem et ursis, ut premerer sacra
+ lauroque conlataque myrto,
+ non sine dis animosus infans.
+Vester, Camenae, uester in arduos
+ tollor Sabinos, seu mihi frigidum
+ Praeneste seu Tibur supinum
+ seu liquidae placuere Baiae;
+uestris amicum fontibus et choris
+ non me Philippis uersa acies retro,
+ deuota non extinxit arbor
+ nec Sicula Palinurus unda.
+Vtcumque mecum uos eritis, libens
+ insanientem nauita Bosphorum
+ temptabo et urentis harenas
+ litoris Assyrii uiator,
+uisam Britannos hospitibus feros
+ et laetum equino sanguine Concanum,
+ uisam pharetratos Gelonos
+ et Scythicum inuiolatus amnem.
+Vos Caesarem altum, militia simul
+ fessas cohortes abdidit oppidis,
+ finire quaerentem labores
+ Pierio recreatis antro;
+uos lene consilium et datis et dato
+ gaudetis, almae. Scimus ut impios
+ Titanas imnanemque turbam
+ fulmine sustulerit caduco,
+qui terram inertem, qui mare temperat
+ uentosum et urbes regnaque tristia
+ diuosque mortalisque turmas
+ imperio regit unus aequo.
+Magnum illa terrorem intulerat Ioui
+ fidens iuuentus horrida bracchiis
+ fratresque tendentes opaco
+ Pelion imposuisse Olympo.
+Sed quid Typhoeus et ualidus Mimas
+ aut quid minaci Porphyrion statu,
+ quid Rhoetus euolsisque truncis
+ Enceladus iaculator audax
+contra sonantem Palladis aegida
+ possent ruentes? Hinc auidus stetit
+ Volcanus, hinc matrona Iuno et
+ nunquam umeris positurus arcum,
+qui rore puro Castaliae lauit
+ crinis solutos, qui Lyciae tenet
+ dumeta natalemque siluam,
+ Delius et Patareus Apollo.
+Vis consili expers mole ruit sua;
+ uim temperatam di quoque prouehunt
+ in maius; idem odere uires
+ omne nefas animo mouentis.
+Testis mearum centimanus gigas
+ sententiarum, notus et integrae
+ temptator Orion Dianae,
+ uirginea domitus sagitta.
+Iniecta monstris Terra dolet suis
+ maeretque partus fulmine luridum
+ missos ad Orcum; nec peredit
+ impositam celer ignis Aetnen,
+incontinentis nec Tityi iecur
+ reliquit ales, nequitiae additus
+ custos; amatorem trecentae
+ Pirithoum cohibent catenae.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%5
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Caelo tonantem credidimus Iouem
+ regnare: praesens diuus habebitur
+ Augustus adiectis Britannis
+ imperio grauibusque Persis.
+Milesne Crassi coniuge barbara
+ turpis maritus uixit et hostium,
+ pro curia inuersique mores!
+ consenuit socerorum in armis
+sub rege Medo Marsus et Apulus
+ anciliorum et nominis et togae
+ oblitus aeternaeque Vestae,
+ incolumi Ioue et urbe Roma?
+Hoc cauerat mens prouida Reguli
+ dissentientis condicionibus
+ foedis et exemplo trahenti
+ perniciem ueniens in aeuum,
+si non periret inmiserabilis
+ captius pubes: `Signa ego Punicis
+ adfixa delubris et arma
+ militibus sine caede' dixit
+`derepta uidi; uidi ego ciuium
+ retorta tergo bracchia libero
+ portasque non clausas et arua
+ Marte coli populata nostro.
+Auro repensus scilicet acrior
+ miles redibit. Flagitio additis
+ damnum. Neque amissos colores
+ lana refert medicata fuco,
+nec uera uirtus, cum semel excidit,
+ curat reponi deterioribus.
+ Si pugnat extricata densis
+ cerua plagis, erit ille fortis,
+qui perfidis se credidit hostibus,
+ et Marte Poenos proteret altero,
+ qui lora restrictis lacertis
+ sensit iners timuitque mortem.
+Hic, unde uitam sumeret inscius,
+ pacem duello miscuit. O pudor!
+ o magna Carthago, probrosis
+ altior Italiae ruinis!'
+Fertur pudicae coniugis osculum
+ paruosque natos ut capitis minor
+ ab se remouisse et uirilem
+ toruus humi posuisse uoltum,
+donec labantis consilio patres
+ firmaret auctor nunquam alias dato
+ interque maerentis amicos
+ egregius properaret exul.
+Atqui sciebat quae sibi barbarus
+ tortor pararet; non aliter tamen
+ dimouit obstantis propinquos
+ et populum reditus morantem
+quam si clientum longa negotia
+ diiudicata lite relinqueret,
+ tendens Venafranos in agros
+ aut Lacedaemonium Tarentum.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%6
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Delicta maiorum inmeritus lues,
+ Romane, donec templa refeceris
+ aedisque labentis deorum et
+ foeda nigro simulacra fumo.
+Dis te minorem quod geris, imperas:
+ hinc omne principium, huc refer exitum.
+ Di multa neglecti dederunt
+ Hesperiae mala luctuosae.
+Iam bis Monaeses et Pacori manus
+ non auspicatos contudit impetus
+ nostros et adiecisse praedam
+ torquibus exiguis renidet.
+Paene occupatam seditionibus
+ deleuit urbem Dacus et Aethiops,
+ hic classe formidatus, ille
+ missilibus melior sagittis.
+Fecunda culpae saecula nuptias
+ primum inquinauere et genus et domos:
+ hoc fonte deriuata clades
+ in patriam populumque fluxit.
+Motus doceri gaudet Ionicos
+ matura uirgo et fingitur artibus,
+ iam nunc et incestos amores
+ de tenero meditatur ungui.
+Mox iuniores quaerit adulteros
+ inter mariti uina, neque eligit
+ cui donet inpermissa raptim
+ gaudia luminibus remotis,
+sed iussa coram non sine conscio
+ surgit marito, seu uocat institor
+ seu nauis Hispanae magister,
+ dedecorum pretiosus emptor.
+Non his iuuentus orta parentibus
+ infecit aequor sanguine Punico
+ Pyrrhumque et ingentem cecidit
+ Antiochum Hannibalemque dirum;
+sed rusticorum mascula militum
+ proles, Sabellis docta ligonibus
+ uersare glaebas et seuerae
+ matris ad arbitrium recisos
+portare fustis, sol ubi montium
+ mutaret umbras et iuga demeret
+ bobus fatigatis, amicum
+ tempus agens abeunte curru.
+Damnosa quid non inminuit dies?
+ aetas parentum, peior auis, tulit
+ nos nequiores, mox daturos
+ progeniem uitiosiorem.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%7
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclB]
+
+
+Quid fles, Asterie, quem tibi candidi
+ primo restituent uere Fauonii
+ Thyna merce beatum,
+ constantis iuuenem fide
+Gygen? Ille Notis actus ad Oricum
+ post insana Caprae sidera frigidas
+ noctes non sine multis
+ insomnis lacrimis agit.
+Atqui sollicitae nuntius hospitae,
+ suspirare Chloen et miseram tuis
+ dicens ignibus uri,
+ temptat mille uafer modis.
+Vt Proetum mulier perfida credulum
+ falsis inpulerit criminibus nimis
+ casto Bellerophontae
+ maturare necem, refert;
+narrat paene datum Pelea Tartaro,
+ Magnessam Hippolyten dum fugit abstinens,
+ et peccare docentis
+ fallax historias monet.
+Frustra: nam scopulis surdior Icari
+ uocis audit adhuc integer. At tibi
+ ne uicinus Enipeus
+ plus iusto placeat caue;
+quamuis non alius flectere equum sciens
+ aeque conspicitur gramine Martio,
+ nec quisquam citus aeque
+ Tusco denatat alueo,
+prima nocte domum claude neque in uias
+ sub cantu querulae despice tibiae
+ et te saepe uocanti
+ duram difficilis mane.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%8
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Martis caelebs quid agam Kalendis,
+ quid uelint flores et acerra turis
+ plena miratis positusque carbo in
+ caepite uiuo,
+docte sermones utriusque linguae.
+ Voueram dulcis epulas et album
+ Libero caprum prope funeratus
+ arboris ictu.
+Hic dies anno redeunte festus
+ corticem adstrictum pice dimouebit
+ amphorae fumum bibere institutae
+ consule Tullo.
+Sume, Maecenas, cyathos amici
+ sospitis centum et uigilis lucernas
+ perfer in lucem; procul omnis esto
+ clamor et ira.
+Mitte ciuilis super urbe curas.
+ Occidit Daci Cotisonis agmen,
+ Medus infestus sibi luctuosis
+ dissidet armis,
+seruit Hispanae uetus hostis orae
+ Cantaber sera domitus catena,
+ iam Scythae laxo meditantur arcu
+ cedere campis.
+Neglegens ne qua populus laboret,
+ parce priuatus nimium cauere et
+ dona praesentis cape laetus horae,
+ linque serera.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%9
+\begin{carmen}[\GlycAscl]
+
+
+ `Donec gratus eram tibi
+ nec quisquam potior bracchia candidae
+ ceruici iuuenis dabat,
+ Persarum uigui rege beatior.'
+ `Donec non alia magis
+ arsisti neque erat Lydia post Chloen,
+ multi Lydia nominis,
+ Romana uigui clarior Ilia.'
+ `Me nunc Thressa Chloe regit,
+ dulcis docta modos et citharae sciens,
+ pro qua non metuam mori,
+ si parcent animae fata superstiti.'
+ `Me torret face mutua
+ Thurini Calais filius Ornyti,
+ pro quo bis patiar mori,
+ si parcent puero fata superstiti.'
+ `Quid si prisca redit Venus
+ diductosque iugo cogit aeneo,
+ si flaua excutitur Chloe
+ reiectaeque patet ianua Lydiae?'
+ `Quamquam sidere pulchrior
+ ille est, tu leuior cortice et inprobo
+ iracundior Hadria,
+ tecum uiuere amem, tecum obeam lubens.'
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%10
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclA]
+
+
+Extremum Tanain si biberes, Lyce,
+ saeuo nupta uiro, me tamen asperas
+ porrectum ante foris obicere incolis
+ plorares Aquilonibus.
+Audis quo strepitu ianua, quo nemus
+ inter pulchra satum tecta remugiat
+ uentis, et positas ut glaciet niues
+ puro numine Iuppiter?
+Ingratam Veneri pone superbiam,
+ ne currente retro funis eat rota:
+ non te Penelopen difficilem procis
+ Tyrrhenus genuit parens.
+O quamuis neque te munera nec preces
+ nec tinctus uiola pallor amantium
+ nec uir Pieria paelice saucius
+ curuat, supplicibus tuis
+parcas, nec rigida mollior aesculo
+ nec Mauris animum mitior anguibus:
+ non hoc semper erit liminis aut aquae
+ caelestis patiens latus.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%11
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Mercuri, ---nam te docilis magistro
+ mouit Amphion lapides canendo,---
+ tuque testudo resonare septem
+ callida neruis,
+nec loquax olim neque grata, nunc et
+ diuitum mensis et amica templis,
+ dic modos, Lyde quibus obstinatas
+ applicet auris,
+quae uelut latis equa trima campis
+ ludit exultim metuitque tangi,
+ nuptiarum expers et adhuc proteruo
+ cruda marito.
+Tu potes tigris comitesque siluas
+ ducere et riuos celeres morari;
+ cessit inmanis tibi blandienti
+ ianitor aulae
+Cerberus, quamuis furiale centum
+ muniant angues caput eius atque
+ spiritus taeter saniesque manet
+ ore trilingui.
+Quin et Ixion Tityosque uoltu
+ risit inuito, stetit urna paulum
+ sicca, dum grato Danai puellas
+ carmine mulces.
+Audiat Lyde scelus atque notas
+ uirginum poenas et inane lymphae
+ dolium fundo pereuntis imo
+ seraque fata,
+quae manent culpas etiam sub Orco.
+ Impiae (nam quid potuere maius?)
+ impiae sponsos potuere duro
+ perdere ferro.
+Vna de multis face nuptiali
+ digna periurum fuit in parentem
+ splendide mendax et in omne uirgo
+ nobilis aeuom,
+`Surge', quae dixit iuueni marito,
+`surge, ne longus tibi somnus, unde
+ non times, detur; socerum et scelestas
+ falle sorores,
+quae uelut nactae uitulos leaenae
+ singulos eheu lacerant. Ego illis
+ mollior nec te feriam neque intra
+ claustra tenebo.
+Me pater saeuis oneret catenis,
+ quod uiro clemens misero peperci,
+ me uel extremos Numidarum in agros
+ classe releget.
+I, pedes quo te rapiunt et aurae,
+ dum fauet Nox et Venus, i secundo
+ omine et nostri memorem sepulcro
+ scalpe querellam.'
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%12
+\begin{carmen}[\Ionic]
+Miserarum est neque amori dare ludum neque dulci
+ mala uino lauere aut exanimari
+ metuentis patruae uerbera linguae.
+Tibi qualum Cythereae puer ales, tibi telas
+ operosaeque Mineruae studium aufert,
+ Neobule, Liparaei nitor Hebri,
+simul unctos Tiberinis umeros lauit in undis, \auto
+ eques ipso melior Bellerophonte,
+ neque pugno neque segni pede uictus;
+catus idem per apertum fugientis agitato
+ grege ceruos iaculari et celer arto
+ latitantem fruticeto excipere aprum.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%13
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclB]
+
+
+O fons Bandusiae splendidior uitro,
+ dulci digne mero non sine floribus,
+ cras donaberis haedo,
+ cui frons turgida cornibus
+primis et uenerem et proelia destinat.
+ Frustra: nam gelidos inficiet tibi
+ rubro sanguine riuos
+ lasciui suboles gregis.
+Te flagrantis atrox hora Caniculae
+ nescit tangere, tu frigus amabile
+ fessis uomere tauris
+ praebes et pecori uago.
+Fies nobilium tu quoque fontium
+ me dicente cauis impositam ilicem
+ saxis, unde loquaces
+ tymphae desiliunt tuae.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%14
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Herculis ritu modo dictus, o plebs,
+ morte uenalem petiisse laurum,
+ Caesar Hispana repetit penatis
+ nictor ab ora.
+Vnico gaudens mulier marito
+ prodeat iustis operata sacris
+ et soror clari ducis et decorae
+ supplice uitta
+uirginum matres iuuenumque nuper
+ sospitum. Vos, o pueri et puellae ac
+ iam uirum expertae, male ominatis
+ parcite uerbis.
+Hic dies uere mihi festus atras
+ eximet curas; ego nec tumultum
+ nec mori per uim metuam tenente
+ Caesare terras.
+I, pete unguentum, puer, et coronas
+ et cadum Marsi memorem duelli,
+ Spartacum si qua potuit uagantem
+ fallere testa.
+Dic et argutae properet Neaerae
+ murreum nodo cohibere crinem;
+ si per inuisum mora ianitorem
+ fiet, abito.
+Lenit albescens animos capillus
+ litium et rixae cupidos proteruae;
+ non ego hoc ferrem calidus iuuenta
+ consule Planco.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%15
+\begin{carmen}[\GlycAscl]
+
+
+ Vxor pauperis Ibyci,
+ tandem nequitiae fige modum tuae
+ famosisque laboribus;
+ maturo propior desine funeri
+ inter ludere uirgines
+ et stellis nebulam spargere candidis.
+ Non, si quid Pholoen satis,
+ et te, Chlori, decet. Filia rectius
+ expugnat iuuenum domos,
+ pulso Thyias uti concita tympano.
+ Illam cogit amor Nothi
+ lasciua similem ludere capreae:
+ te lanae prope nobilem
+ tonsae Luceriam, non citharae decent
+ nec flos purpureus rosae
+ nec poti uetulam faece tenus cadi.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%16
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclA]
+
+
+Inclusam Danaen turris aenea
+ robustaeque fores et uigilum canum
+ tristes excubiae munierant satis
+ nocturnis ab adulteris,
+si non Acrisium, uirginis abditae
+ custodem pauidum, Iuppiter et Venus
+ risissent: fore enim tutum iter et patens
+ conuerso in pretium deo.
+Aurum per medios ire satellites
+ et perrumpere amat saxa potentius
+ ictu fulmineo; concidit auguris
+ Argiui domus ob lucrum
+demersa exitio; diffidit urbium
+ portas uir Macedo et subruit aemulos
+ reges muneribus; munera nauium
+ saeuos inlaqueant duces.
+Crescentem sequitur cura pecuniam
+ maiorumque fames. Iure perhorrui
+ late conspicuum tollere uerticem,
+ Maecenas, equitum decus.
+Quanto quisque sibi plura negauerit,
+ ab dis plura feret; nil cupientium
+ nudus castra peto et transfuga diuitum
+ partis linquere gestio,
+contemptae dominus splendidior rei,
+ quam si quicquid arat inpiger Apulus
+ occultare meis dicerer horreis,
+ magnas inter opes inops.
+Purae riuus aquae siluaque iugerum
+ paucorum et segetis certa fides meae
+ fulgentem imperio fertilis Africae
+ fallit sorte beatior.
+Quamquam nec Calabrae mella ferunt apes
+ nec Laestrygonia Bacchus in amphora
+ languescit mihi nec pinguia Gallicis
+ crescunt uellera pascuis,
+inportuna tamen pauperies abest,
+ nec, si plura uelim, tu dare deneges.
+ Contracto melius parua cupidine
+ uectigalia porrigam
+quam si Mygdoniis regnum Alyattei
+ campis continuem. Multa petentibus
+ desunt multa; bene est cui deus obtulit
+ parca quod satis est manu.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%17
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Aeli uetusto nobilis ab Lamo---
+ quando et priores hinc Lamias ferunt
+ denominatos et nepotum
+ per memores genus omne fastos,
+auctore ab illo ducis originem,
+ qui Formiarum moenia dicitur
+ princeps et innantem Maricae
+ litoribus tenuisse Lirim,
+late tyrannus,--- cras foliis nemus
+ multis et alga litus inutili
+ demissa tempestas ab Euro
+ sternet, aquae nisi fallit augur
+annosa cornix. Dum potes, aridum
+ conpone lignum; cras Genium mero
+ curabis et porco bimenstri
+ cum famulis operum solutis.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%18
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Faune, Nympharum fugientum amator,
+ per meos finis et aprica rura
+ lenis incedas abeasque paruis
+ aequus alumnis,
+si tener pleno cadit haedus anno
+ larga nec desunt Veneris sodali
+ uina craterae, uetus ara multo
+ fumat odore.
+Ludit herboso pecus omne campo,
+ cum tibi Nonae redeunt Decembres,
+ festus in pratis uacat otioso
+ cum boue pagus;
+inter audacis lupus errat agnos,
+ spargit agrestis tibi silua frondes,
+ gaudet inuisam pepulisse fossor
+ ter pede terram.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%19
+\begin{carmen}[\GlycAscl]
+
+
+ Quantum distet ab Inacho
+ Codrus, pro patria non timidus mori,
+ narras, et genus Aeaci,
+ et pugnata sacro bella sub Ilio.
+ Quo Chium pretio cadum
+ mercemur, quis aquam temperet ignibus,
+ quo praebente domum et quota
+ Paelignis caream frigoribus, taces.
+ Da lunae propere nouae,
+ da noctis mediae, da, puer, auguris
+ Murenae. Tribus aut nouem
+ miscentur cyathis pocula commodis?
+ Qui Musas amat imparis,
+ ternos ter cyathos attonitus petet
+ uates, tris prohibet supra
+ rixarum metuens tangere Gratia
+ nudis iuncat sororibus.
+ Insanire iuuat... Cur Berecyntiae
+ cessant flamina tibiae?
+ Cur pendet tacita fistula cum lyra?
+ Parcentis ego dexteras
+ odi: sparge rosas; audiat inuidus
+ dementem strepitum Lycus,
+ et uicina seni non habilis Lyco.
+ Spissa te nitidum coma,
+ puro te similem, Telephe, Vespero
+ tempestiua petit Rhode:
+ me lentus Glycerae torret amor meae.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%20
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Non uides quanto moueas periclo,
+ Pyrrhe, Gaetulae catulos leaenae?
+ Dura post paulo fugies inaudax
+ proelia raptor,
+cum per obstantis iuuenum cateruas
+ ibit insignem repetens Nearchum:
+ grande certamen tibi praeda cedat
+ maior, an illi.
+Interim, dum tu celeris sagittas
+ promis, haec dentes acuit timendos,
+ arbiter pugnae prosuisse nudo
+ sub pede palmam
+fertur, et leni recreare uento
+ sparsum odoratis umerum capillis,
+ qualis aut Nireus fuit aut aquosa
+ raptus ab Ida.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%21
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+O nata mecum consule Manlio,
+ seu tu querellas siue geris iocos
+ seu rixam et insanos amores
+ seu facilem, pia testa, somnum,
+quocumque lectum nomine Massicum
+ seruas, moueri digna bono die,
+ descende, Coruino iubente
+ promere languidiora uina.
+Non ille, quamquam Socraticis madet
+ sermonibus, te negleget horridus:
+ narratur et prisci Catonis
+ saepe mero caluisse uirtus.
+Tu lene tormentum ingenio admoues
+ plerumque duro; tu sapientium
+ curas et arcanum iocoso
+ consilium retegis Lycaeo.
+Tu spem reducis mentibus anxiis
+ uiresque et addis cornua pauperi,
+ post te neque iratos trementi
+ regum apices neque militum arma.
+Te Liber et si laeta aderit Venus
+ segnesque nodum soluere Gratiae
+ uiuaeque procucent lucernae,
+ dum rediens fugat astra Phoebus.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%22
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Montium custos nemorumque uirgo,
+ quae laborantis utero puellas
+ ter uocata audis adimisque leto,
+ diua triformis,
+inminens uillae tua pinus esto,
+ quam per exactos ego laetus annos
+ uerris obliquom meditantis ictum
+ sanguine donem.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%23
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Caelo supinas si tuleris manus
+ nascente luna, rustica Phidyle,
+ si ture placaris et horna
+ fruge Lares auidaque porca
+nec pestilentem sentiet Africum
+ fecunda uitis nec sterilem seges
+ robiginem aut dulces alumni
+ pomifero graue tempus anno.
+Nam quae niuali pascitur Algido
+ deuota quercus inter et ilices
+ aut crescit Albanis in herbis
+ uictima, pontificum securis
+ceruice tinguet; te nihil attinet
+ temptare multa caede bidentium
+ paruos coronantem marino
+ rore deos fragilique myrto.
+Inmunis aram si tetigit manus,
+ non sumptuosa blandior hostia
+ molliuit auersos Penatis
+ farre pio et saliente mica.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%24
+\begin{carmen}[\GlycAscl]
+
+
+ Intactis opulentior
+ thesauris Arabum et diuitis Indiae
+ caementis licet occupes
+ terrenum omne tuis et mare publicum:
+ si figit adamantinos
+ summis uerticibus dira Necessitas
+ clauos, non animum metu,
+ non mortis laqueis expedies caput.
+ Campestres melius Scythae,
+ quorum plaustra uagas rite trahunt domos,
+ uiuunt et rigidi Getae
+ inmetata quibus iugera liberas
+ fruges et Cererem ferunt
+ nec cultura placet longior annua
+ defunctumque laboribus
+ aequali recreat sorte uicarius.
+ Illic matre carentibus
+ priuignis mulier temperat innocens
+ nec dotata regit uirum
+ coniunx nec nitido fidit adultero;
+ dos est magna parentium
+ uirtus et metuens alterius uiri
+ certo foedere castitas,
+ et peccare nefas aut pretium est mori.
+ O quisquis uolet impias
+ caedis et rabiem tollere ciuicam,
+ si quaeret Pater Vrbium
+ suscribi statuis, indomitam audeat
+ refrenare licentiam,
+ clarus postgenitis; quatenus, heu nefas!
+ uirtutem incolumem odimus,
+ sublatam ex oculis quaerimus inuidi.
+ Quid tristes querimoniae
+ si non supplicio culpa reciditur,
+ quid leges sine moribus
+ uanae proficiunt, si neque feruidis
+ pars inclusa caloribus
+ mundi nec Boreae finitimum latus
+ durataeque solo niues
+ mercatorem abigunt, horrida callidi
+ uincunt aequora nauitae?
+ Magnum pauperies obprobrium iubet
+ quiduis et facere et pati
+ uirtutisque uiam deserit arduae.
+ Vel non in Capitolium
+ quo clamor uocat et turba fauentium
+ uel non in mare proximum
+ gemmas et lapides, aurum et inutile,
+ summi materiem mali,
+ mittamus, scelerum si bene paenitet.
+ Eradenda cupidinis
+ praui sunt elementa et tenerae nimis
+ mentes asperioribus
+ formandae studiis. Nescit equo rudis
+ haerere ingenuus puer
+ uenarique timet, ludere doctior
+ seu Graeco iubeas trocho
+ seu malis uetita legibus alea,
+ cum periura patris fides
+ consortem socium fallat et hospites,
+ indignoque pecuniam
+ haredi properet. Scilicet inprobae
+ crescunt diuitiae, tamen
+ curtae nescio quid semper abest rei.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%25
+\begin{carmen}[\GlycAscl]
+
+
+ Quo me, Bacche, rapis tui
+ plenum? Quae nemora aut quos agor in specus
+ uelox mente noua? Quibus
+ antrum egregii Caesaris audiar
+ aeternum meditans decus
+ stellis inserere et consilio Iouis?
+ Dicam insigne, recens, adhuc
+ indictum ore alio. Non secus in iugis
+ exsomnis stupet Euhias,
+ Hebrum prospiciens et niue candidam
+ Thracen ac pede barbaro
+ lustratam Rhodopen, ut mihi deuio
+ ripas et uacuum nemus
+ mirari libet. O Naiadum potens
+ Baccharumque ualentium
+ proceras manibus uertere fraxinos,
+ nil paruum aut humili modo,
+ nil mortale loquar. Dulce periculum est,
+ o Lenaee, sequi deum
+ cingentem uiridi tempora pampino.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%26
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Vixi puellis nuper idoneus
+ et militaui non sine gloria;
+ nunc arma defunctumque bello
+ barbiton hic paries habebit,
+laeuom marinae qui Veneris latus
+ custodit. Hic, hic ponite lucida
+ funalia et uectis et arcus
+ oppositis foribus minacis.
+O quae beatum diua tenes Cyprum et
+ Memphin carentem Sithonia niue
+ regina, sublimi flagello
+ tange Chloen semel arrogantem.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%27
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Impios parrae recinentis omen
+ ducat et praegnans canis aut ab agro
+ raua decurrens lupa Lanuuino
+ fetaque uolpes;
+rumpat et serpens iter institutum,
+ si per obliquom similis sagittae
+ terruit mannos: ego cui timebo
+ prouidus auspex,
+antequam stantis repetat paludes
+ imbrium diuina auis inminentum,
+ oscinem coruum prece suscitabo
+ solis ab ortu.
+Sis licet felix, ubicumque mauis,
+ et memor nostri, Galatea, uiuas,
+ teque nec laeuus uetet ire picus
+ nec uaga cornix.
+Sed uides quanto trepidet tumultu
+ pronus Orion? Ego quid sit ater
+ Hadriae noui sinus et quid albus
+ peccet Iapyx.
+Hostium uxores puerique caecos
+ sentiant motus orientis Austri et
+ aequoris nigri fremitum et trementis
+ uerbere ripas.
+Sic et Europe niueum doloso
+ credidit tauro latus et scatentem
+ beluis pontum mediasque fraudes
+ palluit audax.
+Nuper in pratis studiosa florum et
+ debitae Nymphis opifex coronae
+ nocte sublustri nihil astra praeter
+ uidit et undas.
+Quae simul centum tetigit potentem
+ oppidis Creten: `Pater, o relictum
+ filiae nomen pietasque' dixit
+ `uicta furore!
+Vnde quo ueni? Leuis una mors est
+ uirginum culpae. Vigilansne ploro
+ turpe commissum an uitiis carentem
+ ludit imago
+uana quae porta fugiens eburna
+ somnium ducit? Meliusne fluctus
+ ire per longos fuit an recentis
+ carpere flores?
+Si quis infamen mihi nunc iuuencum
+ dedat iratae, lacerare ferro et
+ frangere enitar modo multum amati
+ cornua monstri.
+Impudens liqui patrios Penates,
+ impudens Orcum moror. O deorum
+ si quis haec audis, utinam inter errem
+ nuda leones.
+Antequam turpis macies decentis
+ occupet malas teneraeque sucus
+ defluat praedae, speciosa quaero
+ pascere tigris.
+Vilis Europe, pater urget absens:
+ quid mori cessas? Potes hac ab orno
+ pendulum zona bene te secuta
+ laedere collum.
+Siue te rupes et acuta leto
+ saxa delectant, age te procellae
+ crede ueloci, nisi erile mauis
+ carpere pensum
+regius sanguis dominaeque tradi
+ barbarae paelex.' Aderat querenti
+ perfidum ridens Venus et remisso
+ filius arcu.
+Mox, ubi lusit satis: `Abstineto'
+ dixit `irarum calidaeque rixae,
+ cum tibi inuisus laceranda reddet
+ cornua taurus.
+Vxor inuicti Iouis esse nescis.
+ Mitte singultus, bene ferre magnam
+ disce fortunam; tua sectus orbis
+ nomina ducet'.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%28
+\begin{carmen}[\GlycAscl]
+
+
+ Festo quid potius die
+ Neptuni faciam? Prome reconditum,
+ Lyde, strenua Caecubum
+ munitaeque adhibe uim sapientiae.
+ Inclinare meridiem
+ sentis ac, ueluti stet uolucris dies,
+ parcis deripere horreo
+ cessantem Bibuli consulis amphoram?
+ Nos cantabimus inuicem
+ Neptunum et uiridis Nereidum comas,
+ tu curua recines lyra
+ Latonam et celeris spicula Cynthiae;
+ summo carmine, quae Cnidon
+ fulgentisque tenet Cycladas et Paphum
+ iunctis uisit oloribus;
+ dicetur merita Nox quoque nenia.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%29
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Tyrrhena regum progenies, tibi
+ non ante uerso lene merum cado
+ cum flore, Maecenas, rosarum et
+ pressa tuis balanus capillis
+iamdudum apud me est: eripe te morae
+ nec semper udum Tibur et Aefulae
+ decliue contempleris aruom et
+ Telegoni iuga parricidae.
+Fastidiosam desere copiam et
+ molem propinquam nubibus arduis,
+ omitte mirari beatae
+ fumum et opes strepitumque Romae.
+Plerumque gratae diuitibus uices
+ mundaeque paruo sub lare pauperum
+ cenae sine aulaeis et ostro
+ sollicitam explicuere frontem.
+Iam clarus occultum Andromedae pater
+ ostendit ignem, iam Procyon furit
+ et stella uesani Leonis
+ sole dies referente siccos;
+iam pastor umbras cum grege languido
+ riuomque fessus quaerit et horridi
+ dumeta Siluani caretque
+ ripa uagis taciturna uentis.
+Tu ciuitatem quis deceat status
+ curas et urbi sollicitus times
+ quid Seres et regnata Cyro
+ Bactra parent Tanaisque discors.
+Prudens futuri temporis exitum
+ caliginosa nocte premit deus
+ ridetque, si mortalis ultra
+ fas trepidat. Quod adest memento
+componere aequus; cetera fluminis
+ ritu feruntur, nunc medio aequore
+ cum pace delabentis Etruscum
+ in mare, nunc lapides adesos
+stirpisque raptas et pecus et domos
+ uolentis una, non sine montium
+ clamore uicinaeque siluae,
+ cum fera diluuies quietos
+inritat amnis. Ille potens sui
+ laetusque deget cui licet in diem
+ dixisse: `Vixi': cras uel atra
+ nube polum Pater occupato
+uel sole puro; non tamen inritum,
+ quodcumque retro est, efficiet neque
+ diffinget infectumque reddet
+ quod fugiens semel hora uexit.
+Fortuna saeuo laeta negotio et
+ ludum insolentem ludere pertinax
+ transmutat incertos honores,
+ nunc mihi, nunc alii benigna.
+Laudo manentem; si celeris quatit
+ pinnas, resigno quae dedit et mea
+ uirtute me inuoluo probamque
+ pauperiem sine dote quaero.
+Non est meum, si mugiat Africis
+ malus procellis, ad miseras preces
+ decurrere et uotis pacisci,
+ ne Cypriae Tyriaeque merces
+addant auaro diuitias mari;
+ tunc me biremis praesidio scaphae
+ tutum per Aegaeos tumultus
+ aura feret geminusque Pollux.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%30
+\begin{carmen}
+
+
+Exegi monumentum aere perennius
+ regalique situ pyramidum altius,
+ quod non imber edax, non Aquilo inpotens
+ possit diruere aut innumerabilis
+ annorum series et fuga temporum.
+ Non omnis moriar multaque pars mei
+ uitabit Libitinam; usque ego postera
+ crescam laude recens, dum Capitolium
+ scandet cum tacita uirgine pontifex.
+ Dicar, qua uiolens obstrepit Aufidus
+ et qua pauper aquae Daunus agrestium
+ regnauit populorum, ex humili potens
+ princeps Aeolium carmen ad Italos
+ deduxisse modos. Sume superbiam
+ quaesitam meritis et mihi Delphica
+ lauro cinge uolens, Melpomene, comam.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+\desinitLiber
+
+\Liber
+
+%1
+\begin{carmen}[\GlycAscl]
+
+ Intermissa, Venus, diu
+ rursus bella moues? Parce precor, precor.
+ Non sum qualis eram bonae
+ sub regno Cinarae. Desine, dulcium
+ mater saeua Cupidinum,
+ circa lustra decem flectere mollibus
+ iam durum imperiis: abi,
+ quo blandae iuuenum te reuocant preces.
+ Tempestiuius in domum
+ Pauli purpureis ales oloribus
+ comissabere Maximi,
+ si torrere iecur quaeris idoneum;
+ namque et nobilis et decens
+ et pro sollicitis non tacitus reis
+ et centum puer artium
+ late signa feret militiae tuae,
+ et, quandoque potentior
+ largi muneribus riserit aemuli,
+ Albanos prope te lacus
+ ponet marmoream sub trabe citrea.
+ Illic plurima naribus
+ duces tura, lyraque et Berecyntia
+ delectabere tibia
+ mixtis carminibus non sine fistula;
+ illic bis pueri die
+ numen cum teneris uirginibus tuum
+ laudantes pede candido
+ in morem Salium ter quatient humum.
+ Me nec femina nec puer
+ am nec spes animi credula mutuii
+ nec certare iuuat mero
+ nec uincire nouis tempora floribus.
+ Sed cur heu, Ligurine, cur
+ manat rara meas lacrima per genas?
+ Cur facunda parum decoro
+ inter uerba cadit lingua silentio?
+ Nocturnis ego somniis
+ iam captum teneo, iam uolucrem sequor
+ te per gramina Martii
+ campi, te per aquas, dure, uolubilis.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%2
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+Pindarum quisquis studet aemulari,
+ Iulle, ceratis ope Daedalea
+ nititur pinnis, uitreo daturus
+ nomina ponto.
+
+Monte decurrens uelut amnis, imbres
+ quem super notas aluere ripas,
+ feruet inmensusque ruit profundo
+ Pindarus ore,
+
+laurea donandus Apollinari,
+ seu per audacis noua dithyrambos
+ uerba deuoluit numerisque fertur
+ lege solutis,
+
+seu deos regesque canit, deorum
+ sanguinem, per quos cecidere iusta
+ morte Centauri, cecidit tremendae
+ flamma Chimaerae,
+
+siue quos Elea domum reducit
+ palma caelestis pugilemue equomue
+ dicit et centum potiore signis
+ munere donat,
+
+flebili sponsae iuuenemue raptum
+ plorat et uiris animumque moresque
+ aureos educit in astra nigroque
+ inuidet Orco.
+
+Multa Dircaeum leuat aura cycnum,
+ tendit, Antoni, quotiens in altos
+ nubium tractus; ego apis Matinae
+ more modoque
+
+grata carpentis thyma per laborem
+ plurimum circa nemus uuidique
+ Tiburis ripas operosa paruus
+ carmina fingo.
+
+Concines maiore poeta plectro
+ Caesarem, quandoque trahet ferocis
+ per sacrum cliuum merita decorus
+ fronde Sygambros;
+
+quo nihil maius meliusue terris
+ fata donauere bonique diui
+ nec dabunt, quamuis redeant in aurum
+ tempora priscum.
+
+Concines laetosque dies et urbis
+ publicum ludum super impetrato
+ fortis Augusti reditu forumque
+ litibus orbum.
+
+Tum meae, si quid loquar audiendum,
+uocis accedet bona pars, et: `O sol
+ pulcher, o laudande!' canam recepto
+ Caesare felix;
+
+teque, dum procedis, io Triumphe!
+ non semel dicemus, io Triumphe!
+ ciuitas omnis, dabimusque diuis
+ tura benignis.
+
+Te decem tauri totidemque uaccae,
+ me tener soluet uitulus, relicta
+ matre qui largis iuuenescit herbis
+ in mea uota,
+
+fronte curuatos imitatus ignis
+ tertius lunae referentis ortum,
+ qua notam duxit niueus uideri,
+ cetera fuluus.
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%3
+\begin{carmen}[\GlycAscl]
+
+ Quem tu, Melpomene, semel
+ nascentem placido lumine uideris,
+ illum non labor Isthmius
+ clarabit pugilem, non equus impiger
+ curru ducet Achaico
+ uictorem, neque res bellica Deliis
+ ornatum foliis ducem,
+ quod regum tumidas contuderit minas,
+ ostendet Capitolio;
+ sed quae Tibur aquae fertile praefluunt
+ et spissae nemorum comae
+ fingent Aeolio carmine nobilem.
+ Romae principis urbium
+ dignatur suboles inter amabilis
+ uatum ponere me choros,
+ et iam dente minus mordeor inuido.
+ O testudinis aureae
+ dulcem quae strepitum, Pieri, temperas,
+ o mutis quoque piscibus
+ donatura cycni, si libeat, sonum,
+ totum muneris hoc tui est,
+ quod monstror digito praetereuntium
+ Romanae fidicen lyrae;
+ quod spiro et placeo, si placeo, tuum est.
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%4
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Qualem ministrum fulminis alitem,
+ cui rex deorum regnum in auis uagas
+ permisit expertus fidelem
+ Iuppiter in Ganymede flauo,
+
+olim iuuentas et patrius uigor
+ nido laborum protulit inscium
+ uernique iam nimbis remotis
+ insolitos docuere nisus
+
+uenti pauentem, mox in ouilia
+ demisit hostem uiuidus impetus,
+ nunc in reluctantis dracones
+ egit amor dapis atque pugnae;
+
+qualemue laetis caprea pascuis
+ intenta fuluae matris ab ubere
+ iam lacte depulsum leonem
+ dente nouo peritura uidit:
+
+uidere Raeti bella sub Alpibus
+ Drusum gerentem; Vindelici---quibus
+ mos unde deductus per omne
+ tempus Amazonia securi
+
+dextras obarmet, quaerere distuli,
+ nec scire fas est omnia---sed diu
+ lateque uictrices cateruae
+ consiliis iuuenis reuictae
+
+sensere, quid mens rite, quid indoles
+ nutrita faustis sub penetralibus
+ posset, quid Augusti paternus
+ in pueros animus Nerones.
+
+Fortes creantur fortibus et bonis;
+ est in iuuencis, est in equis patrum
+ uirtus neque inbellem feroces
+ progenerant aquilae columbam;
+
+doctrina sed uim promouet insitam
+ rectique cultus pectora roborant;
+ utcumque defecere mores,
+ indecorant bene nata culpae.
+
+Quid debeas, o Roma, Neronibus,
+ testis Metaurum flumen et Hasdrubal
+ deuictus et pulcher fugatis
+ ille dies Latio tenebris,
+
+qui primus alma risit adorea,
+ dirus per urbes Afer ut Italas
+ ceu flamma per taedas uel Eurus
+ per Siculas equitauit undas.
+
+Post hoc secundis usque laboribus
+Romana pubes creuit et impio
+ uastata Poenorum tumultu
+ fana deos habuere rectos;
+
+dixitque tandem perfidus Hannibal:
+ `Cerui, luporum praeda rapacium,
+ sectamur ultro, quos opimus
+ fallere et effugere est triumphus.
+
+Gens, quae cremato fortis ab Ilio
+ iactata Tuscis aequoribus sacra
+ natosque maturosque patres
+ pertulit Ausonias ad urbes,
+
+duris ut ilex tonsa bipennibus
+ nigrae feraci frondis in Algido,
+ per damna, per caedes ab ipso
+ ducit opes animumque ferro.
+
+Non hydra secto corpore firmior
+ uinci dolentem creuit in Herculem,
+ monstrumue submisere Colchi
+ maius Echioniaeue Thebae.
+
+Merses profundo, pulchrior euenit;
+ luctere, multa proruet integrum
+ cum laude uictorem geretque
+ proelia coniugibus loquenda.
+
+Carthagini iam non ego nuntios
+ mittam superbos; occidit, occidit
+ spes omnis et fortuna nostri
+ nominis Hasdrubale interempto.
+
+Nil Claudiae non perficient manus,
+ quas et benigno numine Iuppiter
+ defendit et curae sagaces
+ expediunt per acuta belli'.
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%5
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclA]
+
+
+Diuis orte bonis, optume Romulae
+ custos gentis, abes iam nimium diu;
+ maturum reditum pollicitus patrum
+ sancto consilio redi.
+
+Lucem redde tuae, dux bone, patriae;
+ instar ueris enim uoltus ubi tuus
+ adfulsit populo, gratior it dies
+ et soles melius nitent.
+
+Vt mater iuuenem, quem Notus inuido
+ flatu Carpathii trans maris aequora
+ cunctantem spatio longius annuo
+ dulci distinet a domo,
+
+uotis omnibusque et precibus uocat,
+ curuo nec faciem litore dimouet,
+ sic desideriis icta fedelibus
+ quaerit patria Caesarem.
+
+Tutus bos etenim rura perambulat,
+ nutrit rura Ceres almaque Faustitas,
+ pacatum uolitant per mare nauitae,
+ culpari metuit fides,
+
+nullis polluitur casta domus stupris,
+ mos et lex maculosum edomuit nefas,
+ laudantur simili prole puerperae,
+ culpam poena premit comes.
+
+Quis Parthum paueat, quis gelidum Scythen,
+ quis Germania quos horrida parturit
+ fetus incolumi Caesare? Quis ferae
+ bellum curet Hiberiae?
+
+Condit quisque diem collibus in suis
+ et uitem uiduas ducit ad arbores;
+ hinc ad uina redit laetus et alteris
+ te mensis adhibet deum;
+
+te multa prece, te prosequitur mero
+ defuso pateris et Laribus tuum
+ miscet numen, uti Graecia Castoris
+ et magni memor Herculis.
+
+`Longas o utinam, dux bone, ferias
+ praestes Hesperiae!' dicimus integro
+ sicco mane die, dicimus uuidi,
+ cum sol Oceano subest.
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%6
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Diue, quem proles Niobea magnae
+ uindicem linguae Tityosque raptor
+ sensit et Troiae prope uictor altae
+ Pthius Achilles,
+
+ceteris maior, tibi miles impar,
+ filius quamuis Thetidis marinae
+ Dardanas turris quateret tremenda
+ cuspide pugnax.
+
+Ille mordaci uelut icta ferro
+ pinus aut inpulsa cupressus Euro
+ procidit late posuitque collum in
+ puluere Teucro;
+
+ille non inclusus equo Mineruae
+ sacra mentito male feriatos
+ troas et laetam Priami choreis
+ falletet aulam;
+
+sed palam captis grauis, heu nefas, heu!
+ nescios fari pueros Achiuis
+ ureret flammis, etiam latentem
+ matris in aluo,
+
+ni tuis flexus Venerisque gratae
+ uocibus diuom pater adnuisset
+ rebus Aeneae potiore ductos
+ alite muros.
+
+Doctor argutae fidicen Thaliae,
+ Phoebe, qui Xantho lauis amne crinis,
+ Dauniae defende decus Camenae,
+ leuis Agyieu.
+
+Spiritum Phoebus mihi, Phoebus artem
+ carminis nomenque dedit poetae.
+ Virginum primae puerique claris
+ patribus orti,
+
+Deliae tutela deae, fugacis
+ lyncas et ceruos cohibentis arcu,
+ Lesbium seruate pedem meique
+ pollicis ictum,
+
+rite Latonae puerum canentes,
+ rite crescentem face Noctilucam,
+ prosperam frugum celeremque pronos
+ uoluere mensis.
+
+Nupta iam dices: `Ego dis amicum,
+ saeculo festas referente luces,
+ reddidi carmen docilis modorum
+ uatis Horati.'
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%7
+\begin{carmen}[\ArchI]
+
+
+Diffugere niues, redeunt iam gramina campis
+ arboribus comae;
+ mutat terra uices et decrescentia ripas
+ flumina praetereunt;
+ Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet
+ ducere nuda chorus.
+ Inmortalia ne speres, monet annus et almum
+ quae rapit hora diem.
+ Frigora mitescunt Zephyris, uer proterit aestas,
+ interitura simul
+ pomifer autumnus fruges effuderit, et mox
+ bruma recurrit iners.
+ Damna tamen celeres reparant caelestia lunae:
+ non ubi decidimus
+ quo pater Aeneas, quo diues Tullus et Ancus,
+ puluis et umbra sumus.
+ Quis scit an adiciant hodiernae crastina summae
+ tempora di superi?
+ Cuncta manus auidas fugient heredis, amico
+ quae dederis animo.
+ Cum semel occideris et de te splendida Minos
+ fecerit arbitria,
+ non, Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te
+ restituet pietas;
+ infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicum
+ liberat Hippolytum,
+ nec Lethaea ualet Theseus abrumpere caro
+ uincula Pirithoo.
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%8
+\begin{carmen}
+
+
+Donarem pateras grataque commodus,
+ Censorine, meis aera sodalibus,
+ donarem tripodas, praemia fortium
+ Graiorum neque tu pessuma munerum
+ ferres, diuite me scilicet artium
+ quas aut Parrhasius protulit aut Scopas,
+ hic saxo, liquidis ille coloribus
+ sollers nunc hominem ponere, nunc deum.
+ Sed non haec mihi uis, non tibi talium
+ res est aut animus deliciarum egens.
+ Gaudes carminibus; carmina possumus
+ donare et pretium dicere muneri.
+ Non incisa notis marmora publicis,
+ per quae spiritus et uita redit bonis
+ post mortem ducibus, non celeres fugae
+reiectaeque retrorsum Hannibalis minae,
+ non incendia Carthaginis impiae
+ eius, qui domita nomen ab Africa
+ lucratus rediit, clarius indicant
+ laudes quam Calabrae Pierides, neque,
+ si chartae sileant quod bene feceris,
+ mercedem tuleris. Quid foret Iliae
+ Mauortisque puer, si taciturnitas
+ obstaret meritis inuida Romuli?
+ Ereptum Stygiis fluctibus Aeacum
+ uirtus et fauor et lingua potentium
+ uatum diuitibus consecrat insulis.
+ Dignum laude irum Musa uetat mori,
+ caelo Musa beat. Sic Iouis interest
+ optatis epulis impiger Hercules,
+ clarum Tyndaridae sidus ab infimis
+ quassas eripiunt aequoribus rates,
+ ornatus uiridi tempora pampino
+ Liber uota bonos ducit ad exitus.
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+
+%9
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Ne forte credas interitura quae
+ longe sonantem natus ad Aufidum
+ non ante uolgatas per artis
+ uerba loquor socianda chordis:
+
+non, si priores Maeonius tenet
+ sedes Homerus, Pindaricae latent
+ Ceaeque et Alcaei minaces
+ Stesichoriue graues Camenae;
+
+nec siquid olim lusit Anacreon,
+ deleuit aetas; spirat adhuc amor
+ uiuuntque commissi calores
+ Aeoliae fidibus puellae.
+
+Non sola comptos arsit adulteri.
+ crines et aurum uestibus inlitum
+ mirata regalisque cultus
+ et comites Helene Lacaena
+
+primusue Teucer tela Cydonio
+ direxit arcu; non semel Ilios
+ uexata; non pugnauit ingens
+ Idomeneus Sthenelusue solus
+
+dicenda Musis proelia; non ferox
+ Hector uel acer Deiphobus grauis
+ excepit ictus pro pudicis
+ coniugibus puerisque primus.
+
+Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
+ multi; sed omnes inlacrimabiles
+ urgentur ignotique longa
+ nocte, carent quia uate sacro.
+
+Paulum sepultae distat inertiae
+ celata uirtus. Non ego te meis
+ chartis inornatum silebo
+ totue tuos patiar labores
+
+impune, Lolli, carpere liuidas
+ obliuiones. Est animus tibi
+ rerumque prudens et secundis
+ temporibus dubiisque rectus,
+
+uindex auarae fraudis et abstinens
+ ducentis ad se cuncta pecuniae,
+ consulque non unius anni,
+ sed quotiens bonus atque fidus
+
+iudex honestum praetulit utili,
+ reiecit alto dona nocentium
+ uoltu, per obstantis cateruas
+ explicuit sua uictor arma.
+
+Non possidentem multa uocaueris
+ recte beatum; rectius occupat
+ nomen beati, qui deorum
+ muneribus sapienter uti
+
+duramque callet pauperiem pati
+ peiusque leto flagitium timet,
+ non ille pro caris amicis
+ aut patria timidus perire.
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%10
+\begin{carmen}
+
+
+O crudelis adhuc et Veneris muneribus potens,
+ insperata tuae cum ueniet pluma superbiae
+ et, quae nunc umeris inuolitant, deciderint comae,
+ nunc et qui color est puniceae flore prior rosae
+ mutatus Ligurinum in faciem uerterit hispidam,
+ dices, heu, quotiens te speculo uideris alterum:
+ `Quae mens est hodie, cur eadem non puero fuit,
+ uel cur his animis incolumes non redeunt genae?'
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%11
+\begin{carmen}[\Sapphic]
+
+
+Est mihi nonum superantis annum
+ plenus Albani cadus, est in horto,
+ Phylli, nectendis apium coronis,
+ est hederae uis
+
+multa, qua crinis religata fulges,
+ ridet argento domus, ara castis
+ uincta uerbenis auet immolato
+ spargier agno;
+
+cuncta festinat manus, huc et illuc
+ cursitant mixtae pueris puellae,
+ sordidum flammae trepidant rotantes
+ uertice fumum.
+
+Vt tamen noris quibus aduoceris
+ gaudiis, Idus tibi sunt agendae,
+ qui dies mensem Veneris marinae
+ findit Aprilem,
+
+iure sollemnis mihi sanctiorque
+ paene natali proprio, quod ex hac
+ luce Maecenas meus affluentis
+ ordinat annos.
+
+Telephum, quem tu petis, occupauit
+ non tuae sortis iuuenem puella
+ diues et lasciua tenetque grata
+ compede uinctum.
+
+Terret ambustus Phaethon auaras
+ spes et exemplum graue praebet ales
+ Pegasus terrenum equitem grauatus
+ Bellerophontem,
+
+semper ut te digna sequare et ultra
+ quam licet sperare nefas putando
+ disparem uites. Age iam, meorum
+ finis amorum
+
+(non enim posthac alia calebo
+ femina), condisce modos, amanda
+ uoce quos reddas; minuentur atrae
+ carmine curae.
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%12
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclA]
+
+
+Iam ueris comites, quae mare temperant,
+ impellunt animae lintea Thraciae,
+ iam nec prata rigent, nec fluuii strepunt
+ hiberna niue turgidi.
+
+Nidum ponit, Ityn flebiliter gemens,
+ infelix auis et Cecropiae domus
+ aeternum obprobrium, quod male barbaras
+ regum est ulta libidines.
+
+Dicunt in tenero gramine pinguium
+ custodes ouium carmina fistula
+ delectantque deum, cui pecus et nigri
+ colles Arcadiae placent.
+
+Adduxere sitim tempora, Vergili;
+ sed pressum Calibus ducere Liberum
+ si gestis, iuuenum nobilium cliens,
+ nardo uina merebere.
+
+Nardi paruus onyx eliciet cadum,
+ qui nunc Sulpiciis accubat horreis,
+ spes donare nouas largus amaraque
+ curarum eluere efficax.
+
+Ad quae si properas gaudia, cum tua
+ uelox merce ueni; non ego te meis
+ inmunem meditor tinguere poculis,
+ plena diues ut in domo.
+
+Verum pone moras et studium lucri,
+ nigrorumque memor, dum licet, ignium
+ misce stultitiam consiliis breuem:
+ dulce est desipere in loco.
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%13
+\begin{carmen}[\AsclB]
+
+
+Audiuere, Lyce, di mea uota, di
+ audiuere, Lyce: fis anus, et tamen
+ uis formosa uideri
+ ludisque et bibis impudens
+
+et cantu tremulo pota Cupidinem
+ lentum sollicitas. Ille uirentis et
+ doctae psallere Chiae
+ pulchris excubat in genis.
+
+Importunus enim transuolat aridas
+ quercus et refugit te quia luridi
+ dentes, te quia rugae
+ turpant et capitis niues.
+
+Nec Coae referunt iam tibi purpurae
+ nec cari lapides tempora, quae semel
+ notis condita fastis
+ inclusit uolucris dies.
+
+Quo fugit Venus, heu, quoue color, decens
+ quo motus? Quid habes illius, illius,
+ quae spirabat amores,
+ quae me surpuerat mihi,
+
+felix post Cinaram notaque et artium
+ gratarum facies? Sed Cinarae breuis
+ annos fata dederunt,
+ seruatura diu parem
+
+cornicis uetulae temporibus Lycen,
+possent ut iuuenes uisere feruidi
+ multo non sine risu
+ dilapsam in cineres facem.
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%14
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Quae cura patrum quaeue Quiritium
+ plenis honorum muneribus tuas,
+ Auguste, uirtutes in aeuum
+ per titulos memoresque fastus
+
+aeternet, o qua sol habitabilis
+ inlustrat oras maxime principum?
+ quem legis expertes Latinae
+ Vindelici didicere nuper
+
+quid Marte posses. Milite nam tuo
+ Drusus Genaunos, inplacidum genus,
+ Breunosque uelocis et arces
+ Alpibus impositas tremendis
+
+deiecit acer plus uice simplici.
+ Maior Neronum mox graue proelium
+ commisit immanisque Raetos
+ auspiciis pepulit secundis,
+
+spectandus in certamine Martio,
+ deuota morti pectora liberae
+ quanti fatigaret ruinis,
+ indomitas prope qualis undas
+
+exercet Auster Pleiadum choro
+ scindente nubes, impiger hostium
+ uexare turmas et frementem
+ mittere equum medios per ignis.
+
+Sic tauriformis uoluitur Aufidus,
+qui regna Dauni praefluit Apuli,
+ cum saeuit horrendamque cultis
+ diluuiem meditatur agris,
+
+ut barbarorum Claudius agmina
+ ferrata uasto diruit impetu
+ primosque et extremos metendo
+ strauit humum sine clade uictor,
+
+te copias, te consilium et tuos
+ praebente diuos. Nam tibi quo die
+ portus Alexandrea supplex
+ et uacuam patefecit aulam,
+
+Fortuna lustro prospera tertio
+ belli secundos reddidit exitus
+ laudemque et optatum peractis
+ imperiis decus arrogauit.
+
+Te Cantaber non ante domabilis
+ Medusque et Indus, te profugus Scythes
+ miratur, o tutela praesens
+ Italiae dominaeque Romae;
+
+te fontium qui celat origines
+ Nilusque et Hister, te rapidus Tigris,
+ te beluosus qui remotis
+ obstrepit Oceanus Britannis,
+
+te non pauentis funera Galliae
+ duraeque tellus audit Hiberiae,
+ te caede gaudentes Sygambri
+ compositis uenerantur armis.
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+%15
+\begin{carmen}[\Alcaic]
+
+
+Phoebus uolentem proelia me loqui
+ uictas et urbes increpuit lyra,
+ ne parua Tyrrhenum per aequor
+ uela darem. Tua, Caesar, aetas
+
+fruges et agris rettulit uberes
+ et signa nostro restituit Ioui
+ derepta Parthorum superbis
+ postibus et uacuum duellis
+
+Ianum Quirini clausit et ordinem
+ rectum euaganti frena licentiae
+ iniecit emouitque culpas
+ et ueteres reuocauit artes
+
+per quas Latinum nomen et Italae
+ creuere uires famaque et imperi
+ porrecta maiestas ad ortus
+ solis ab Hesperio cubili.
+
+Custode rerum Caesare non furor
+ ciuilis aut uis exiget otium,
+ non ira, quae procudit enses
+ et miseras inimicat urbes.
+
+Non qui profundum Danuuium bibunt
+ edicta rumpent Iulia, non Getae,
+ non Seres infidique Persae,
+ non Tanain prope flumen orti.
+
+Nosque et profestis lucibus et sacris
+ inter iocosi munera Liberi
+ cum prole matronisque nostris
+ rite deos prius adprecati,
+
+uirtute functos more patrum duces
+ Lydis remixto carmine tibiis
+ Troiamque et Anchisen et almae
+ progeniem Veneris canemus.
+
+
+\end{carmen}
+
+\desinitLiber
+
+\cleardoublepage
+\pagestyle {CarmenSaecularePage}
+\thispagestyle{empty}
+
+\spatium {5\leading minus 1\leading}
+\titulus {\RelSize{1}\hskip 3em\LetterSpace{CARMEN SAECVLARE}}
+\spatium {2\leading minus 1\leading}
+
+\versus \numerus{1} \Sapphic
+
+\incipit{Phoebe} siluarumque potens Diana,
+ lucidum caeli decus, o colendi
+ semper et culti, date quae precamur
+ tempore sacro,
+
+quo Sibyllini monuere uersus
+ uirgines lectas puerosque castos
+ dis, quibus septem placuere colles,
+ dicere carmen.
+
+Alme Sol, curru nitido diem qui
+ promis et celas aliusque et idem
+ nasceris, possis nihil urbe Roma
+ uisere maius.
+
+Rite maturos aperire partus
+ lenis, Ilithyia, tuere matres,
+ siue tu Lucina probas uocari
+ seu Genitalis:
+
+diua, producas subolem patrumque
+ prosperes decreta super iugandis
+ feminis prolisque nouae feraci
+ lege marita,
+
+certus undenos deciens per annos
+ orbis ut cantus referatque ludos
+ ter die claro totiensque grata
+ nocte frequentis.
+
+Vosque ueraces cecinisse, Parcae,
+ quod semel dictum est stabilisque rerum
+ terminus seruet, bona iam peractis
+ iungite fata.
+
+Fertilis frugum pecorisque Tellus
+ spicea donet Cererem corona;
+ nutriant fetus et aquae salubres
+ et Iouis aurae.
+
+Condito mitis placidusque telo
+ supplices audi pueros, Apollo;
+ siderum regina bicornis, audi,
+ Luna, puellas.
+
+Roma si uestrum est opus Iliaque
+ litus Etruscum tenuere turmae,
+ iussa pars mutare Lares et urbem
+ sospite cursu,
+
+cui per ardentem sine fraude Troiam
+ castus Aeneas patriae superstes
+ liberum muniuit iter, daturus
+ plura relictis:
+
+di, probos mores docili iuuentae,
+ di, senectuti placidae quietem,
+ Romulae genti date remque prolemque
+ et decus omne;
+
+quaeque uos bobus ueneratur albis
+ clarus Anchisae Venerisque sanguis,
+ impetret, bellante prior, iacentem
+ lenis in hostem.
+
+Iam mari terraque manus potentis
+ Medus Albanasque timet securis;
+ iam Scythae responsa petunt, superbi
+ nuper et Indi;
+
+iam Fides et Pax et Honor Pudorque
+ priscus et neglecta redire Virtus
+ audet apparetque beata pleno
+ Copia cornu;
+
+augur et fulgente decorus arcu
+ Phoebus acceptusque nouem Camenis,
+ qui salutari leuat arte fessos
+ corporis artus,
+
+si Palatinas uidet aequus arces,
+remque Romanam Latiumque felix
+ alterum in lustrum meliusque semper
+ prorogat aeuum;
+
+quaeque Auentinum tenet Algidumque,
+ quidecim Diana preces uirorum
+ curat et uotis puerorum amicas
+ applicat auris.
+
+Haec Iouem sentire deosque cunctos
+ spem bonam certamque domum reporto,
+ doctus et Phoebi chorus et Dianae
+ dicere laudes.
+
+\endversus
+
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
+
+\newpagestyle {FirstLinesPage} {
+ \sethead {}
+ {\textsc{INDEX PRIMARUM LINEARUM}}
+ {}
+}
+
+\TypesetIndex [l]
+{%
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+\pagestyle{FirstLinesPage}
+\thispagestyle {empty}
+\SpatiumInfra \titulum {2\leading plus 1\leading minus .5\leading}
+\titulus {INDEX PRIMARUM LINEARUM}
+\Facies \lIndexEntryPage {\oldstylenums{#1}}
+\Facies \lIndexEntryText {#1\Nliber*{+0}\Ncarmen*{+0}}
+\Modus {\leaders}
+\Facies \Nliber {\ifthenelse {#1 = 0}{}
+ {\ifthenelse {#1 = 5}
+ {\RelSize{-1}\itshape Carmen S\ae{}culare}
+ {\RelSize{-1} \ROMANnumeral{#1}}%
+ }%
+ }
+\Facies \Ncarmen {\ifthenelse {#1 = 0}{}
+ {\ifthenelse {\value{Nliber} = 5}
+ {}
+ {\RelSize{-1}\,\RomanNumeral{#1}}%
+ }%
+ }
+}
+{\clearpage}
+\end{document}
+
+
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+\documentclass{book}
+\usepackage[latin1]{inputenc}
+\usepackage[T1]{fontenc}
+\usepackage[french]{babel}[2005/05/21 v3.8g]
+\usepackage[repeat]{drama}
+\usepackage{poetry}
+\usepackage{example}
+
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+
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+\begin{document}
+\ExampleTitle [f]{Edmond Rostand}{Cyrano de Bergerac\\[2ex]}
+ {Librio}
+
+\Locus \textus {+40pt}
+\SpatiumPost \\{0pt}
+
+\persona*[1]{Cyrano}
+\persona*[2]{Roxane}
+\persona*[3]{Soeur Marthe}
+\persona*[4]{Mère Marguerite}
+\persona*[5]{Soeur Claire}
+\persona*[6]{Le Duc \\ Le Duc de Grammont}
+\persona*[7]{Le Bret}
+\persona*[8]{Ragueneau}
+
+\Drama
+\Versus
+\numerus{1}
+\Nacte{4}\Acte
+
+\titulus{La Gazette de Cyrano}
+
+
+\(Quinze ans après, en 1655. Le parc du couvent que les Dames de la Croix
+occupaient à Paris.
+
+Superbes ombrages. A gauche, la maison; vaste perron sur lequel ouvrent
+plusieurs portes. Un arbre énorme au milieu de la scène, isolé au milieu d'une
+petite place ovale. A droite, premier plan, parmi de grands buis, un banc de
+pierre demi-circulaire.
+
+Tout le fond du théâtre est traversé par une allée de marroniers qui aboutit à
+droite, quatrième plan, à la porte d'une chapelle entre-vue parmi les
+branches. A travers le double rideau d'arbres de cette allée, on aperçoit des
+fuites de pelouses, d'autres allées, des bosquets, les profondeurs du parc, le
+ciel.
+
+La chapelle ouvre une porte latérale sur une colonnade enguirlandée de vigne
+rougie, qui vient se perdre à droite, au premier plan, derrière les buis.
+
+{\DriveOut C'est l'automne. Toute la frondaison est rousse au-dessus des pelouses
+fraîches}. Taches sombres des buis et des ifs restés verts. Une plaque de
+feuilles jaunes sous chaque arbre. Les feuilles jonchent toute la scène,
+cra\-quent sous les pas dans les allées, couvrent à demi le perron et les bancs.
+
+Entre le banc de droite et l'arbre, un grand métier à broder devant lequel une
+petite chaise a été apportée. Paniers pleins d'écheveaux et de pelotons.
+Tapisserie commencée.
+
+Au lever du rideau, des soeurs vont et viennent dans le parc; quelques-unes
+sont assises sur le banc autour d'une religieuse plus âgée. Des feuilles
+tombent.
+\)
+
+\scene
+
+\(c)\4, \3,\\ \5, les soeurs.\)
+
+\3 \[à Mère Marguerite.\]
+Soeur Claire a regardé deux fois comment allait
+Sa cornette, devant la glace. \\
+
+\4 \[à soeur Claire.\]
+C'est très laid.
+
+\5 Mais soeur Marthe a repris un pruneau de la tarte,
+Ce matin: je l'ai vu. \\
+
+\4 \[à soeur Marthe.\] C'est très vilain, soeur Marthe.
+
+\5 Un tout petit regard! \\
+
+\3 Un tout petit pruneau!
+
+\4 \[sévèrement.\] Je le dirai, ce soir, à monsieur Cyrano.
+
+\5 \[épouvantée.\] Non, il va se moquer! \\
+
+\3 Il dira que les nonnes
+Sont très coquettes! \\
+
+\5 Très gourmandes! \\
+
+\4 \[souriant.\] Et très bonnes.
+
+\5 N'est-ce pas, Mère Marguerite de Jésus,
+Qu'il vient, le samedi, depuis dix ans! \\
+
+\4 Et plus!
+Depuis que sa cousine à nos béguins de toile
+Mêla le deuil mondain de sa coiffe de voile,
+Qui chez nous vint s'abattre, il y a quatorze ans,
+Comme un grand oiseau noir parmi les oiseaux blancs!
+
+\3 Lui seul, depuis qu'elle a pris chambre dans ce cloître,
+Sait distraire un chagrin qui ne veut pas décroître.
+
+\personae{Toutes les soeurs}%
+Il est si drôle!---C'est amusant quand il vient!
+---Il nous taquine!---Il est gentil!---Nous l'aimons bien!
+---Nous fabriquons pour lui des pâtes d'angélique!
+
+\3 Mais enfin, ce n'est pas un très bon catholique!
+
+\5 Nous le convertirons. \\
+
+\personae{Les soeurs} Oui! oui! \\
+
+\4 Je vous défends
+De l'entreprendre encor sur ce point, mes enfants.
+Ne le tourmentez pas: il viendrait moins peut-être!
+
+\3 Mais \dots\ Dieu!\,\dots \\
+
+\4 Rassurez-vous: Dieu doit bien le connaître.
+
+\3 Mais chaque samedi, quand il vient d'un air fier,
+Il me dit en entrant: \guillemetleft Ma soeur, j'ai fait gras,hier!\guillemetright
+
+\4 Ah! il vous dit cela?\dots\ Eh bien! la fois dernière
+Il n'avait pas mangé depuis deux jours! \\
+
+\3 Ma Mère!
+
+\4 Il est pauvre. \\
+
+\3 Qui vous l'a dit? \\
+
+\4 Monsieur Le Bret.
+
+\3 On ne le secourt pas? \\
+
+\4 Non, il se fâcherait.
+
+\[Dans une allée du fond, on voit apparaître Roxane, vêtue de noir, avec la
+coiffe des veuves et de long voiles; de Guiche, magnifique et vieillissant,
+marche auprès d'el\-le. Ils vont à pas lents. Mère Marguerite se
+lève.\]
+
+---Allons, il faut rentrer \dots\ Madame Magdeleine,
+Avec un visiteur, dans le parc se promène.
+
+\3 \[bas à soeur Claire.\] C'est le duc-maréchal de Grammont? \\
+
+\5 \[regardant.\] Oui, je crois.
+
+\3 Il n'était plus venu la voir depuis des mois!
+
+\personae{Les soeurs} Il est très pris!---La cour!---Les camps! \\
+
+\5 Les soins du monde!
+
+\[Elles sortent. De Guiche et Roxane descendent en silence et s'arrêtent près
+du métier. Un temps.\]
+
+\scene
+
+\(c)\2, \6,\\ ancien comte de Guiche, puis \7 \\ et \8.\)
+
+\6 Et vous demeurerez ici, vainement blonde,
+Toujours en deuil? \\
+
+\2 Toujours. \\
+
+\6 Aussi fidèle? \\
+
+\2 Aussi.
+
+
+\6 \[après un temps.\] Vous m'avez pardonné? \\
+\2 \[simplement,\\ regardant la croix du couvent.\] Puisque je suis ici. %
+\[r]Nouveau silence.\]
+
+\6 Vraiment c'était un être?\dots\ \\
+
+\2 Il fallait le connaître!
+
+\6 Ah! Il fallait?\dots\ Je l'ai trop peu connu, peut-être!
+\dots\ Et son dernier billet, sur votre coeur, toujours?
+
+\2 Comme un doux scapulaire, il pend à ce velours.
+
+\6 Même mort, vous l'aimez? \\
+
+\2 Quelquefois il me semble
+Qu'il n'est mort qu'à demi, que nos coeurs sont ensemble,
+Et que son amour flotte, autour de moi, vivant!
+
+\6 \[après un silence encore.\] Est-ce que Cyrano vient vous voir? \\
+
+
+\2 Oui, souvent.
+---Ce vieil ami, pour moi, remplace les gazettes.
+Il vient; c'est régulier; sous cet arbre où vous êtes
+On place son fauteuil, s'il fait beau; je l'attends
+En brodant; l'heure sonne; au dernier coup, j'entends
+---Car je ne tourne plus même le front!---sa canne
+Descendre le perron; il s'assied; il ricane
+De ma tapisserie éternelle; il me fait
+La chronique de la semaine, et \dots \\
+\[r]Le Bret paraît sur le perron.\]
+Tiens, Le Bret!
+\[r]Le Bret descend.\]
+
+Comment va notre ami? \\
+
+\7 Mal. \\
+
+\6 Oh! \\
+
+\2 \[au duc.\] Il exagère!
+
+\7 Tout ce que j'ai prédit: l'abandon, la misère!\dots
+Ses épîtres lui font des ennemis nouveaux!
+Il attaque les faux nobles, les faux dévots,
+Les faux braves, les plagiaires,---tout le monde.
+
+\2 Mais son épée inspire une terreur profonde.
+On ne viendra jamais à bout de lui. \\
+
+\6 \[hochant la tête.\] Qui sait?
+
+\7 Ce que je crains, ce n'est pas les attaques, c'est
+La solitude, la famine, c'est Décembre
+Entrant à pas de loup dans son obscure chambre:
+Voilà les spadassins qui plutôt le tueront!
+---Il serre chaque jour, d'un cran, son ceinturon.
+Son pauvre nez a pris des tons de vieil ivoire.
+Il n'a plus qu'un petit habit de serge noire.
+
+\6 Ah! celui-là n'est pas parvenu!---C'est égal,
+Ne le plaignez pas trop. \\
+
+\7 \[avec un sourire amer.\] Monsieur le maréchal!\dots
+
+\6 Ne le plaignez pas trop: il a vécu sans pactes,
+Libre dans sa pensée autant que dans ses actes.
+
+\7 \[de même.\] Monsieur le duc!\dots \\
+
+\6 \[hautainement.\] Je sais, oui: j'ai tout; il n'a rien \dots
+Mais je lui serrerais bien volontiers la main.
+\[r]Saluant Roxane.\]
+Adieu. \\
+
+\2 Je vous conduis. \\
+
+\[Le duc salue Le Bret et se dirige avec Roxane vers le perron.\]
+
+\6 \[s'arrêtant, tandis qu'elle monte.\] Oui, parfois, je l'envie.
+---Voyez-vous, lorsqu'on a trop réussi sa vie,
+On sent,---n'ayant rien fait, mon Dieu, de vraiment mal!---
+Mille petits dégoûts de soi, dont le total
+Ne fait pas un remords, mais une gêne obscure;
+Et les manteaux de duc traînent dans leur fourrure,
+Pendant que des grandeurs on monte les degrés,
+Un bruit d'illusions sèches et de regrets,
+Comme, quand vous montez lentement vers ces portes,
+Votre robe de deuil traîne des feuilles mortes.
+
+\2 \[ironique.\] Vous voilà bien rêveur?\dots \\
+
+\6 Eh! oui! \\
+\[r]Au moment de sortir, brusquement.\]
+Monsieur Le Bret!
+\[r]A Roxane.\]
+Vous permettez? Un mot. \\
+\[r]Il va à Le Bret, et à mi-voix.\]
+C'est vrai: nul n'oserait
+Attaquer votre ami; mais beaucoup l'ont en haine;
+Et quelqu'un me disait, hier, au jeu, chez la Reine:
+\guillemetleft Ce Cyrano pourrait mourir d'un accident.\guillemetright
+
+\7 Ah? \\
+
+\6 Oui. Qu'il sorte peu. Qu'il soit prudent. \\
+
+\7 \[levant les bras au ciel.\] Prudent!
+Il va venir. Je vais l'avertir. Oui, mais!\dots \\
+
+\2 \[qui est restée sur le perron,\\ à une soeur qui s'avance vers elle.\]%
+Qu'est-ce?
+
+\persona{La soeur} Ragueneau vent vous voir, Madame. \\
+
+\2 Qu'on le laisse
+Entrer. \\
+\[r]Au duc et à Le Bret.\]
+Il vient crier misère. Étant un jour
+Parti pour être auteur, il devint tour à tour
+Chantre \dots \\
+
+\7 \leavevmode Étuviste \dots\\
+
+\2 Acteur \dots\\
+
+\7 Bedeau \dots\\
+
+\2 Perruquier \dots\\
+
+\7 Maître
+
+De théorbe \dots \\
+
+\2 Aujourd'hui que pourrait-il bien être?
+
+\8 \[entrant précipitamment.\] Ah! Madame! \\
+\[c]Il aperçoit Le Bret.\]
+Monsieur! \\
+
+\2 \[souriant.\] Racontez vos malheurs
+A Le Bret. Je reviens. \\
+
+\8 Mais, Madame \dots \\
+
+\[Roxane sort sans l'écouter, avec le duc. Il redescend vers le
+Bret.\]
+
+\scene
+
+\(c)\7, \8\)
+
+\8 D'ailleurs,
+Puisque vous êtes là, j'aime mieux qu'elle ignore!
+---J'allais voir votre ami tantôt. J'étais encore
+A vingt pas de chez lui \dots\ quand je le vois de loin,
+Qui sort. Je veux le joindre. Il va tourner le coin
+De la rue \dots\ et je cours \dots\ lorsque d'une fenêtre
+Sous laquelle il passait---est-ce un hasard?\dots\ peut-être!---
+Un laquais laisse choir une pièce de bois.
+
+\7 Les lâches!\dots\ Cyrano! \\
+
+\8 J'arrive et je le vois \dots
+
+\7 C'est affreux! \\
+
+\8 Notre ami, Monsieur, notre poète,
+Je le vois, là, par terre, un grand trou dans la tête!
+
+\7 Il est mort? \\
+
+\8 Non! mais \dots\ Dieu! je l'ai porté chez lui.
+Dans sa chambre \dots\ Ah! sa chambre! il faut voir ce réduit!
+
+\7 Il souffre? \\
+
+\8 Non, Monsieur, il est sans connaissance,
+
+\7 Un médecin? \\
+
+\8 Il en vint un par complaisance,
+
+\7 Mon pauvre Cyrano!---Ne disons pas cela
+Tout d'un coup à Roxane!---Et ce docteur? \\
+
+\8 Il a
+Parlé,---je ne sais plus,---de fièvre, de méninges!\dots
+Ah! si vous le voyiez---la tête dans des linges!\dots
+Courons vite!---Il n'y a personne à son chevet!---
+C'est qu'il pourrait mourir, Monsieur, s'il se levait!
+
+\7 \[l'entraînant vers la droite.\]%
+ Passons par là! Viens, c'est plus court! Par la chapelle!
+
+\2 \[paraissant sur le perron\\ et voyant Le Bret s'éloigner par la colonnade
+\\qui mène a la petite porte de la chapelle.\]
+Monsieur Le Bret! \\
+\[r]Le Bret et Ragueneau se sauvent sans répondre.\]
+Le Bret s'en va quand on l'appelle?
+C'est quelque histoire encor de ce bon Ragueneau!
+\[r]Elle descend le perron.\]
+
+\scene
+
+\(c)\2 seule, puis \personae{deux soeurs}, un instant.\)
+
+\2 Ah! que ce dernier jour de septembre est donc beau!
+Ma tristesse sourit. Elle qu'Avril offusque,
+Se laisse décider par l'automne, moins brusque.
+
+\[Elle s'assied à son métier. Deux soeurs sortent de la maison et apportent un
+grand fauteuil sous l'arbre.\]
+Ah! voici le fauteuil classique où vient s'asseoir
+Mon vieil ami! \\
+
+\3 Mais c'est le meilleur du parloir!
+\2 Merci, ma soeur. \\
+\[r]Les soeurs s'éloignent.\]
+Il va venir. \\
+\[r]Elle s'installe. On entend sonner l'heure.\]
+Là \dots\ l'heure sonne.
+---Mes écheveaux!---L'heure a sonné? Ceci m'étonne!
+Serait-il en retard pour la première fois?
+La soeur tourière doit---mon dé?\dots\ là, je le vois!---
+L'exhorter à la pénitence. \\
+\[r]Un temps.\]
+Elle l'exhorte!
+---Il ne peut plus tarder.---Tiens! une feuille morte!---
+\[r]Elle repousse du doigt la feuille tombée sur son métier.\]
+D'ailleurs, rien ne pourrait.---Mes ciseaux?\dots\ dans mon sac!---
+L'empêcher de venir! \\
+
+\persona{Une soeur} \[paraissant sur le perron.\] Monsieur de Bergerac.
+
+\scene
+
+\(c)\2, \1 et, un moment, \3.\)
+
+\2 \[sans se retourner.\]
+Qu'est-ce que je disais?\dots \\
+
+\[Et elle brode. Cyrano, très pâle, le feutre enfoncé sur les yeux, paraît. La
+soeur qui l'a introduit rentre. Il se met à descendre le perron lentement,
+avec un effort visible pour se tenir debout, et en s'appuyant sur sa canne.
+Roxane travaille à sa tapisserie.\]
+Ah! ces teintes fanées \dots
+Comment les rassortir? \\
+\[r]A Cyrano, sur un ton d'amicale gronderie.\]
+Depuis quatorze années,
+Pour la première fois, en retard! \\
+\1 \[qui est parvenu au fauteuil\\ et s'est assis, d'une voix gaie,\\
+contrastant avec son visage.\]%
+Oui, c'est fou!
+J'enrage. Je fus mis en retard, vertuchou!\dots
+
+\2 Par?\dots \\
+
+\1 Par une visite assez inopportune.
+
+\2 \[distraite, travaillant.\] Ah! oui! quelque fâcheux? \\
+
+\1 Cousine, c'était une
+Fâcheuse. \\
+
+\2 Vous l'avez renvoyée? \\
+
+\1 Oui, j'ai dit:
+Excusez-moi, mais c'est aujourd'hui samedi,
+Jour où je dois me rendre en certaine demeure;
+Rien ne m'y fait manquer: repassez dans une heure!
+
+\2 \[légèrement.\] Eh bien! cette personne attendra pour vous voir:
+Je ne vous laisse pas partir avant ce soir.
+
+\1 \[avec douceur.\]
+Peut-être un peu plus tôt faudra-t-il que je parte.
+
+\[Il ferme les yeux et se tait un instant. Soeur Marthe traverse le parc de la
+chapelle au perron. Roxane l'aper\-{ç}oit, lui fait un petit signe de
+tête.\]
+
+\2 \[à Cyrano.\] Vous ne taquinez pas soeur Marthe?\\
+
+\1 \[vivement, ouvrant les yeux.\] Si! \\
+\[r]Avec une grosse voix comique.\]
+Soeur Marthe!
+Approchez!
+\[r]La soeur glisse vers lui.\]
+Ha! ha! ha! Beaux yeux toujours baissés!
+
+\3 \[levant les yeux en souriant.\] Mais \dots\ \\
+\[r]Elle voit sa figure et fait un geste d'étonnement.\]
+Oh! \\
+
+\1 \[bas, lui montrant Roxane.\] Chut! Ce n'est rien!--- \\
+\[r]D'une voix fanfaronne. Haut.\]
+Hier, j'ai fait gras. \\
+
+\3 Je sais.
+\[r]A part.\]
+C'est pour cela qu'il est si pâle! \\
+\[r]Vite et bas.\]
+Au réfectoire
+Vous viendrez tout à l'heure, et je vous ferai boire
+Un grand bol de bouillon \dots\ Vous viendrez? \\
+
+\1 Oui, oui, oui.
+
+\3 Ah! vous êtes un peu raisonnable, aujourd'hui!
+
+\2 \[qui les entend chuchoter.\] Elle essaye de vous convertir? \\
+
+\3 Je m'en garde!
+
+\1 Tiens, c'est vrai! Vous toujours si saintement bavarde,
+Vous ne me prêchez pas? c'est étonnant, ceci!\dots
+\[r]Avec une fureur bouffonne.\]
+Sabre de bois! Je veux vous étonner aussi!
+Tenez, je vous permets \dots \\
+
+\[Il a l'air de chercher une bonne taquinerie, et de la trouver.\]
+Ah! la chose est nouvelle?\dots
+De \dots\ de prier pour moi, ce soir, à la chapelle.
+
+\2 Oh! oh! \\
+
+\1 \[riant.\] Soeur Marthe est dans la stupéfaction!
+
+\3 \[doucement.\] Je n'ai pas attendu votre permission.
+\[r]Elle rentre.\]
+
+
+\1 \[revenant à Roxane,\\ penchée sur son métier.\]%
+Du diable si je peux jamais, tapisserie,
+Voir ta fin! \\
+
+\2 J'attendais cette plaisanterie.
+
+\[A ce moment un peu de brise fait tomber les feuilles.\]
+
+\1 Les feuilles! \\
+
+\2 \[levant la tête,\\ et regardant au loin, dans les allées.\]%
+Elles sont d'un blond vénitien.
+Regardez-les tomber. \\
+
+
+\1 Comme elles tombent bien!
+Dans ce trajet si court de la branche à la terre,
+Comme elles savent mettre une beauté dernière,
+Et malgré leur terreur de pourrir sur le sol,
+Veulent que cette chute ait la grâce d'un vol!
+
+\2 Mélancolique, vous? \\
+
+\1 \[se reprenant.\] Mais pas du tout, Roxane!
+
+\2 Allons, laissez tomber les feuilles de platane \dots
+Et racontez un peu ce qu'il y a de neuf.
+Ma gazette? \\
+
+\1 Voici! \\
+
+\2 Ah! \\
+
+\1 \[de plus en plus pâle,\\ et luttant contre la douleur.\]%
+Samedi, dix-neuf:
+Ayant mangé huit fois du raisiné de Cette,
+Le Roi fut pris de fièvre; à deux coups de lancette
+Son mal fut condamné pour lèse-majesté,
+Et cet auguste pouls n'a plus fébricité!
+Au grand bal, chez la reine, on a brûlé, dimanche,
+Sept cent soixante-trois flambeaux de cire blanche;
+Nos troupes ont battu, dit-on, Jean l'Autrichien;
+On a pendu quatre sorciers; le petit chien
+De madame d'Athis a dû prendre un clystère \dots
+
+\2 Monsieur de Bergerac, voulez-vous bien vous taire!
+
+\1 Lundi \dots\ rien. Lygdamire a changé d'amant. \\
+
+\2 Oh!
+
+\1 \[dont le visage\\ s'altère de plus en plus.\]%
+Mardi, toute la cour est à Fontainebleau.
+Mercredi, la Montglat dit au comte de Fiesque:
+Non! Jeudi: Mancini, Reine de France,---ou presque!
+Le vingt-cinq, la Monglat à de Fiesque dit: \guillemetleft Oui\guillemetright;
+Et samedi, vingt-six \dots \\
+\[r]Il ferme les yeux. Sa tête tombe. Silence.\]
+
+\2 \[surprise de ne plus rien entendre,\\ se retourne, le regarde, et se
+levant effrayée.\]%
+Il est évanoui?
+\[r]Elle court vers lui en criant.\]
+Cyrano! \\
+
+\1 \[rouvrant les yeux,\\ d'une voix vague.\]
+Qu'est-ce?\dots\ Quoi?\dots \\
+
+\[Il voit Roxane penchée sur lui et, vivement, assurant son chapeau sur sa tête
+et reculant avec effroi dans son fauteuil.\]
+Non! non! je vous assure,
+Ce n'est rien! Laissez-moi! \\
+
+\2 Pourtant \dots \\
+
+\1 C'est ma blessure
+D'Arras \dots\ qui \dots\ quelquefois \dots\ vous savez \dots \\
+
+\2 Pauvre ami!
+
+\1 Mais ce n'est rien. Cela va finir.
+\[r]Il sourit avec effort.\]
+C'est fini.
+
+\2 \[debout près de lui.\]%
+Chacun de nous a sa blessure: j'ai la mienne.
+Toujours vive, elle est là, cette blessure ancienne,
+\[r]Elle met la main sur sa poitrine.\]
+Elle est là, sous la lettre au papier jaunissant
+Où l'on peut voir encor des larmes et du sang!
+\[r]Le crépuscule commence à venir.\]
+
+\1 Sa lettre!\dots\ N'aviez-vous pas dit qu'un jour, peut-être,
+Vous me la feriez lire? \\
+
+\2 Ah! vous voulez?\dots\ Sa lettre?
+
+\1 Oui \dots\ Je veux \dots\ Aujourd'hui \dots \\
+
+\2 \[lui donnant\\ le sachet pendu à son cou.\] Tenez! \\
+
+\1 \[le prenant.\] Je peux ouvrir?
+
+\2 Ouvrez \dots\ lisez!\dots \\
+
+\[Elle revient à son métier, le replie, range ses laines.\]
+
+\1 \[lisant.\] %
+ \textit{\guillemetleft Roxane, adieu, je vais mourir!\dots\guillemetright}
+
+\2 \[s'arrêtant, étonnée.\] Tout haut? \\
+
+\1 \[lisant.\]
+{\itshape
+\guillemetleft C'est pour ce soir, je crois, ma bien-aimée!
+J'ai l'âme lourde encor d'amour inexprimée,
+Et je meurs! jamais plus, jamais mes yeux grisés,
+Mes regards dont c'était \dots'' \\
+}
+\2 Comment vous la lisez,
+Sa lettre! \\
+
+\1 \[continuant.\]
+{\itshape
+\guillemetleft\dots\ dont c'était les frémissantes fêtes,
+Ne baiseront au vol les gestes que vous faites;
+J'en revois un petit qui vous est familier
+Pour toucher votre front, et je voudrais crier \dots\guillemetright
+}
+
+\2 \[troublée.\] Comme vous la lisez,---cette lettre! \\
+\[r]La nuit vient insensiblement.\]
+
+\1
+{\itshape \guillemetleft Et je crie:
+Adieu!\dots\guillemetright\\
+}
+
+
+\2 Vous la lisez \dots \\
+
+\1
+{\itshape \guillemetleft Ma chère, ma chérie,
+Mon trésor \dots\guillemetright\\
+}
+\2 \[rêveuse.\] D'une voix \dots \\
+
+\1
+{\itshape \guillemetleft Mon amour!\dots\guillemetright \\
+}
+
+\2 D'une voix \dots
+\[r]Elle tressaille.\]
+Mais \dots\ que je n'entends pas pour la première fois!
+
+\[Elle s'approche tout doucement, sans qu'il s'en aper\-çoive, passe derrière le
+fauteuil, se penche sans bruit, regarde la lettre.---L'ombre
+augmente.\]
+
+\1
+{\itshape \guillemetleft Mon coeur ne vous quitta jamais une seconde,
+Et je suis et serai jusque dans l'autre monde
+Celui qui vous aima sans mesure, celui \dots\guillemetright
+}
+
+\2 \[lui posant la main sur l'épaule.\]%
+Comment pouvez-vous lire à présent? Il fait nuit.
+
+\[Il tressaille, se retourne, la voit là tout près, fait un geste d'effroi,
+baisse la tête. Un long silence. Puis, dans l'ombre complètement venue, elle
+dit avec lenteur, joignant les mains.\]
+Et pendant quatorze ans, il a joué ce rôle
+D'être le vieil ami qui vient pour être drôle!
+
+\1 Roxane! \\
+
+\2 C'était vous! \\
+
+\1 Non, non, Roxane, non!
+
+\2 J'aurais dû deviner quand il disait mon nom!
+
+\1 Non, ce n'était pas moi! \\
+
+\2 C'était vous! \\
+
+\1 Je vous jure \dots
+
+\2 J'aperçois toute la généreuse imposture:
+Les lettres, c'était vous \dots \\
+
+\1 Non! \\
+
+\2 Les mots chers et fous,
+C'était vous \dots \\
+
+\1 Non! \\
+
+\2 La voix dans la nuit, c'était vous!
+
+\1 Je vous jure que non! \\
+
+\2 L'âme, c'était la vôtre!
+
+\1 Je ne vous aimais pas. \\
+
+\2 Vous m'aimiez! \\
+
+\1 \[se débattant.\] C'était l'autre!
+
+\2 Vous m'aimiez! \\
+
+\1 \[d'une voix qui faiblit.\] Non! \\
+
+\2 Déjà vous le dites plus bas!
+
+\1 Non, non, mon cher amour, je ne vous aimais pas!
+
+\2 Ah! que de choses qui sont mortes \dots\ qui sont nées!
+---Pourquoi vous être tu pendant quatorze années,
+Puisque sur cette lettre où, lui, n'était pour rien,
+Ces pleurs étaient de vous? \\
+
+\1 \[lui tendant la lettre.\] Ce sang était le sien.
+
+\2 Alors pourquoi laisser ce sublime silence
+Se briser aujourd'hui? \\
+
+\1 Pourquoi? \dots \\
+\[r]Le Bret et Ragueneau entrent en courant.\]
+\scene
+
+\(c)Les mêmes, \7 et \8.\)
+
+\7 Quelle imprudence!
+Ah! j'en étais bien sûr! il est là! \\
+
+\1 \[souriant et se redressant.\] Tiens, parbleu!
+
+\7 Il s'est tué, Madame, en se levant! \\
+
+\2 Grand Dieu!
+Mais tout à l'heure alors \dots\ cette faiblesse?\dots\ cette?\dots
+
+\1 C'est vrai! je n'avais pas terminé ma gazette:
+\dots\ Et samedi, vingt-six, une heure avant dîné,
+Monsieur de Bergerac est mort assassiné.
+
+\[Il se découvre; on voit sa tête entourée de linges.\]
+
+\2 Que dit-il?---Cyrano!---Sa tête enveloppée!\dots
+Ah, que vous a-t-on fait? Pourquoi? \\
+
+\1 \guillemetleft D'un coup d'épée,
+Frappé par un héros, tomber la pointe au coeur!\guillemetright\dots
+---Oui, je disais cela!\dots\ Le destin est railleur!\dots
+Et voilà que je suis tué dans une embûche,
+Par derrière, par un laquais, d'un coup de bûche!
+C'est très bien. J'aurai tout manqué, même ma mort.
+
+\8 Ah, Monsieur!\dots \\
+
+\1 Ragueneau ne pleure pas si fort!\dots
+\[r]Il lui tend la main.\]
+Qu'est-ce que tu deviens, maintenant, mon confrère?
+
+\8 \[à travers ses larmes.\]%
+Je suis moucheur de \dots\ de\dots\ chandelles, chez Molière.
+
+\1 Molière! \\
+
+\8 Mais je veux le quitter, dès demain:
+Oui, je suis indigné!\dots\ Hier, on jouer \textit{Scapin},
+Et j'ai vu qu'il vous a pris une scène! \\
+
+\7 Entière!
+
+\8 Oui, Monsieur, le fameux: %
+ \guillemetleft Que Diable allait-il faire?\dots \guillemetright
+
+\7 \[furieux.\] Molière te l'a pris! \\
+
+\1 Chut! chut! Il a bien fait!\dots
+\[r]A Ragueneau.\]
+La scène, n'est-ce pas, produit beaucoup d'effet?
+
+\8 \[sanglotant.\] Ah! Monsieur, on riait! on riait! \\
+
+\1 Oui, ma vie
+Ce fut d'être celui qui souffle---et qu'on oublie!
+\[r]A Roxane.\]
+Vous souvient-il du soir où Christian vous parla
+Sous le balcon? Eh bien! toute ma vie est là:
+Pendant que je restais en bas, dans l'ombre noire,
+D'autres montaient cueillir le baiser de la gloire!
+C'est justice, et j'approuve au seuil de mon tombeau:
+Molière a du génie et Christian était beau!
+
+\[A ce moment, la cloche de la chapelle ayant tinté, on voit passer au fond,
+dans l'allée, les religieuses se rendant à l'office.\]
+Qu'elles aillent prier puisque leur cloche sonne!
+
+\2 \[se relevant pour appeler.\] Ma soeur! ma soeur! \\
+
+\1 \[la retenant.\] Non! non! n'allez chercher personne:
+Quand vous reviendriez, je ne serais plus là.
+
+\[Les religieuses sont entrées dans la chapelle, on entend l'orgue.\]
+Il me manquait un peu d'harmonie \dots\ en voilà.
+
+\2 Je vous aime, vivez! \\
+
+\1 Non! car c'est dans le conte
+Que lorsqu'on dit: Je t'aime! au prince plein de honte,
+Il sent sa laideur fondre à ces mots de soleil \dots
+Mais tu t'apercevrais que je reste pareil.
+
+\2 J'ai fait votre malheur! moi! moi! \\
+
+\1 Vous?\dots\ au contraire!
+J'ignorais la douceur féminine. Ma mère
+Ne m'a pas trouvé beau. Je n'ai pas eu de soeur.
+Plus tard, j'ai redouté l'amante à l'oeil moqueur.
+Je vous dois d'avoir eu, tout au moins, une amie.
+Grâce à vous une robe a passé dans ma vie.
+
+\7 \[lui montrant le clair de lune\\ qui descend à travers les branches.\]%
+Ton autre amie est là, qui vient te voir! \\
+
+\1 \[souriant à la lune.\] Je vois.
+
+\2 Je n'aimais qu'un seul être et je le perds deux fois!
+
+\1 Le Bret, je vais monter dans la lune opaline,
+Sans qu'il faille inventer, aujourd'hui, de machine \dots
+
+\7 Que dites-vous? \\
+
+\1 Mais oui, c'est là, je vous le dis,
+Que l'on va m'envoyer faire mon paradis
+Plus d'une âme que j'aime y doit être exilée,
+Et je retrouverai Socrate et Galilée!
+
+\7 \[se révoltant.\] Non, non! C'est trop stupide à la fin, et c'est trop
+Injuste! Un tel poète! Un coeur si grand, si haut!
+Mourir ainsi!\dots\ Mourir!\dots \\
+
+\1 Voilà Le Bret qui grogne!
+
+\7 \[fondant en larmes.\] Mon cher ami \dots \\
+
+\1 \[se soulevant, l'oeil égaré.\] Ce sont les cadets de Gascogne \dots
+---La masse élémentaire \dots\ Eh oui!\dots\ voilà le \textit{hic} \dots
+
+\7 Sa science \dots\ dans son délire! \\
+
+\1 Copernic
+A dit \dots \\
+
+\2 Oh! \\
+
+\1 Mais aussi que diable allait-il faire,
+Mais que diable allait-il faire en cette galère? \dots
+{\Forma \strophae {c} \Modus \textus {\measure {-40pt}}
+Philosophe, physicien,
+Rimeur, bretteur, musicien,
+Et voyageur aérien,
+Grand riposteur du tac au tac,
+Amant aussi\textemdash pas pour son bien!\textemdash
+Ci-gît Hercule-Savinien
+De Cyrano de Bergerac,
+Qui fut tout, et qui ne fut rien,
+}
+\dots\ Mais je m'en vais, pardon, je ne peux faire attendre:
+Vous voyez, le rayon de lune vient me prendre!
+
+\[Il se retombé assis, les pleurs de Roxane le rappellent à la réalité, il la
+regarde, et caressant ses voiles.\]
+Je ne veux pas que vous pleuriez moins ce charmant,
+Ce bon, ce beau Christian; mais je veux seulement
+Que lorsque le grand froid aura pris mes vertèbres,
+Vous donniez un sens double à ces voiles funèbres,
+Et que son deuil sur vous devienne un peu mon deuil.
+
+\2 Je vous jure!\dots \\
+
+\1 \[est secoué d'un grand frisson et se lève brusquement.\]%
+Pas là! non! pas dans ce fauteuil!
+\[r]On veut s'élancer vers lui.\]
+---Ne me soutenez pas!---Personne! \\
+\[r]Il va s'adosser à l'arbre.\]
+Rien que l'arbre!
+\[r]Silence.\]
+Elle vient. Je me sens déjà botté de marbre,
+---Ganté de plomb! \\
+\[r]Il se raidit.\]
+Oh! mais!\dots\ puisqu'elle est en chemin,
+Je l'attendrai debout, \\
+\[r]Il tire l'épée.\]
+et l'épée à la main!
+
+\7 Cyrano! \\
+
+\2 \[défaillante.\] Cyrano! \\
+\[r]Tous reculent épouvantés.\]
+
+\1 Je crois qu'elle regarde \dots
+Qu'elle ose regarder mon nez, cette Camarde
+\[r]Il lève son épée.\]
+Que dites-vous?\dots\ C'est inutile?\dots\ Je le sais!
+Mais on ne se bat pas dans l'espoir du succès!
+Non! non! c'est bien plus beau lorsque c'est inutile!
+---Qu'est-ce que c'est tous ceux-là?---Vous êtes mille?
+Ah! je vous reconnais, tous mes vieux ennemis!
+Le Mensonge? \\
+\[r]Il frappe de son épée le vide.\]
+Tiens, tiens!---Ha! ha! les Compromis!
+Les Préjugés, les Lâchetés!\dots \\
+\[r]Il frappe.\]
+Que je pactise?
+Jamais, jamais!---Ah! te voilà, toi, la Sottise!
+---Je sais bien qu'à la fin vous me mettrez à bas;
+N'importe: je me bats! je me bats! je me bats!
+
+\[Il fait des moulinets immenses et s'arrête haletant.\]
+Oui, vous m'arrachez tout, le laurier et la rose!
+Arrachez! Il y a malgré vous quelque chose
+Que j'emporte, et ce soir, quand j'entrerai chez Dieu,
+Mon salut balaiera largement le seuil bleu,
+Quelque chose que sans un pli, sans une tache,
+J'emporte malgré vous, \\
+\[r]Il s'élance l'épée haute.\]
+et c'est \dots \\
+
+\[L'épée s'échappe de ses mains, il chancelle, tombe dans les
+bras de Le Bret et de Ragueneau.\]
+
+\2 \[se penchant sur lui\\ et lui baisant le front.\]%
+C'est?\dots \\
+
+\1 \[rouvre les yeux,\\ la reconnaît et dit en souriant.\]%
+Mon panache.
+
+\titulus{RIDEAU}
+
+\endVersus
+\endDrama
+\end{document}
+
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+\usepackage[repeat]{poetry}
+\usepackage{drama}
+\usepackage{example}
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+\ExampleTitle [d]{Friedrich Schiller}{Don Carlos}
+ {Don Carlos\\[.5ex]Deutscher Taschenbuch Verlag, 1981}
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+\cleardoublepage
+\spatium {1in}
+\titulus {\LetterSpace{DON CARLOS}\\[1ex]
+ \LetterSpace{INFANT VON SPANIEN}\\[1.5ex]
+ \textit{Ein dramatisches Gedicht}}
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+\Versus
+Philipp der Zweite, \textit{König von Spanien}
+Elisabeth von Valois, \textit{seine Gemahlin}
+Don Carlos, \textit{der Kronprinz}
+Alexander Farnese, \textit{Prinz von Parma, Neffe des Königs}
+Infantin Clara Eugenia, \textit{ein Kind von drei Jahren}
+Herzogin von Olivarez, \textit{Oberhofmeisterin}
+\personen{Damen der Königin}
+\Area
+Marquisin von Mondecar
+Prinzessin von Eboli
+Gräfin Fuentes
+\endArea
+Marquis von Posa, \textit{ein Malteserritter}
+\personen{Granden von Spanien}
+\Area
+Herzog von Alba
+Graf von Lerma, \textit{Oberster der Leibwache}
+Herzog von Feria, \textit{Ritter des Vlieses}
+Herzog von Medina Sidonia, \textit{Admiral}
+\endArea
+Don Raimond von Taxis, \textit{Oberpostmeister}
+Domingo, \textit{Beichtvater des Königs}
+Der Großinquisitor des Königreichs
+Der Prior eines Carthäuserklosters
+Ein Page der Königin
+Don Ludwig Mercado, \textit{Leibarzt der Königin}
+Mehrere Damen und Granden, Pagen, Officiere,
+die Leibwache und verschiedene stumme Personen
+
+\endVersus
+
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+\newpage
+
+\Drama
+\persona*[1]{K"onig\\Der K"onig}
+\persona*[01]{Philipp}
+\persona*[2]{K"onigin}
+\persona*[3]{Carlos}
+\persona*[4]{Parma}
+\persona*[5]{Infantin}
+\persona*[6]{Olivarez}
+\persona*[7]{Mondekar\\Marquisin von Mondekar}
+\persona*[8]{Eboli\\Prinzessin von Eboli}
+\persona*[08]{Prinzessin\\Prinzessin von Eboli}
+\persona*[9]{Fuentes}
+\persona*[10]{Marquis\\Marquis von Posa}
+\persona*[11]{Alba\\Herzog von Alba}
+\persona*[12]{Lerma}
+\persona*[13]{Feria}
+\persona*[14]{Medina Sidonia}
+\persona*[15]{Taxis}
+\persona*[16]{Domingo}
+\persona*[17]{Grossinquisitor}
+\persona*[18]{Prior}
+\persona*[19]{Page}
+\persona*[20]{Merkado}
+\Versus
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+
+\Szene{Der königliche Garten in Aranjuez}
+
+\Auftritt % 1.1
+
+\(\3. \16\)
+
+\16 Die schönen Tage in Aranjuez
+ Sind nun zu Ende. Eure königliche Hoheit
+ Verlassen es nicht heiterer. Wir sind
+ Vergebens hier gewesen. Brechen Sie
+ Dies räthselhafte Schweigen. Oeffnen Sie
+ Ihr Herz dem Vaterherzen, Prinz. Zu theuer
+ Kann der Monarch die Ruhe seines Sohns --
+ Des einz'gen Sohns -- zu theuer nie erkaufen.
+ \[Carlos sieht zur Erde und schweigt\]
+ Wär' noch ein Wunsch zurücke, den der Himmel
+ Dem liebsten seiner Söhne weigerte?
+ Ich stand dabei, als in Toledos Mauern
+ Der stolze Carl die Huldigung empfing,
+ Als Fürsten sich zu seinem Handkuß drängten
+ Und jetzt in \textit{einem -- einem Niederfall}
+ Sechs Königreiche ihm zu Füßen lagen --
+ Ich stand und sah das junge stolze Blut
+ In seine Wangen steigen, seinen Busen
+ Von fürstlichen Entschlüssen wallen, sah
+ Sein trunknes Aug durch die Versammlung fliegen,
+ In Wonne brechen -- Prinz, und dieses Auge
+ Gestand: ich bin gesättigt. \\
+ \[Carlos wendet sich weg\] Dieser stille
+ Und feierliche Kummer, Prinz, den wir
+ Acht Monde schon in Ihrem Blicke lesen,
+ Das Räthsel dieses ganzen Hofs, die Angst
+ Des Königreichs, hat Seiner Majestät
+ Schon manche sorgenvolle Nacht gekostet,
+ Schon manche Thräne Ihrer Mutter. \\
+\3 \[dreht sich rasch um\] Mutter?
+ -- O Himmel, gib, daß ich es dem vergesse,
+ Der sie zu meiner Mutter machte! \\
+\16 Prinz?
+\3 \[besinnt sich und fährt mit der Hand über die Stirne\]
+ Hochwürd'ger Herr -- ich habe sehr viel Unglück
+ Mit meinen Müttern. Meine erste Handlung,
+ Als ich das Licht der Welt erblickte, war
+ Ein Muttermord. \\
+\16 Ist's möglich, gnäd'ger Prinz?
+ Kann dieser Vorwurf Ihr Gewissen drücken?
+\3 Und meine neue Mutter -- hat sie mir
+ Nicht meines Vaters Liebe schon gekostet?
+ Mein Vater hat mich kaum geliebt. Mein ganzes
+ Verdienst war noch, sein Einziger zu sein.
+ Sie gab ihm eine Tochter -- O, wer weiß,
+ Was in der Zeiten Hintergrunde schlummert?
+\16 Sie spotten meiner, Prinz. Ganz Spanien
+ Vergöttert seine Königin. Sie sollten
+ Nur mit des Hasses Auge sie betrachten?
+ Bei ihrem Anblick nur die Klugheit hören?
+ Wie, Prinz? Die schönste Frau auf dieser Welt
+ Und Königin -- und ehmals Ihre Braut?
+ Unmöglich, Prinz! Unglaublich! Nimmermehr!
+ Wo Alles liebt, kann Carl allein nicht hassen;
+ So seltsam widerspricht sich Carlos nicht.
+ Verwahren Sie sich, Prinz, daß sie es nie,
+ Wie sehr sie ihrem Sohn mißfällt, erfahre;
+ Die Nachricht würde schmerzen.\\
+\3 Glauben Sie?
+\16 Wenn Eure Hoheit sich des letzteren
+ Turniers zu Saragossa noch entsinnen,
+ Wo unsern Herrn ein Lanzensplitter streifte --
+ Die Königin mit ihren Damen saß
+ Auf des Palastes mittlerer Tribune
+ Und sah dem Kampfe zu. Auf einmal rief's:
+ »Der König blutet!« -- Man rennt durch einander,
+ Ein dumpfes Murmeln dringt bis zu dem Ohr
+ Der Königin. »Der Prinz?« ruft sie und will --
+ Und will sich von dem obersten Geländer
+ Herunter werfen. -- »Nein, der König selbst!«
+ Gibt man zur Antwort -- »So laßt Aerzte holen!«
+ Erwiedert sie, indem sie Athem schöpfte.
+ \[Nach einigem Stillschweigen\]
+ Sie stehen in Gedanken? \\
+\3 Ich bewundre
+ Des Königs lust'gen Beichtiger, der so
+ Bewandert ist in witzigen Geschichten.
+ \[Ernsthaft und finster\]
+ Doch hab' ich immer sagen hören, daß
+ Geberdenspäher und Geschichtenträger
+ Des Uebels mehr auf dieser Welt gethan,
+ Als Gift und Dolch in Mörders Hand nicht konnten.
+ Die Mühe, Herr, war zu ersparen. Wenn
+ Sie Dank erwarten, gehen Sie zum König.
+\16 Sie thun sehr wohl, mein Prinz, sich vorzusehn
+ Mit Menschen -- nur mit Unterscheidung. Stoßen
+ Sie mit dem Heuchler nicht den Freund zurück.
+ Ich mein' es gut mit Ihnen. \\
+\3 Lassen Sie
+ Das meinen Vater ja nicht merken. Sonst
+ Sind Sie um Ihren Purpur. \\
+\16 \[stutzt\] Wie? \\
+\3 Nun ja.
+ Versprach er Ihnen nicht den ersten Purpur,
+ Den Spanien vergeben würde? \\
+\16 Prinz,
+ Sie spotten meiner. \\
+\3 Das verhüte Gott,
+ Daß ich des fürchterlichen Mannes spotte,
+ Der meinen Vater selig sprechen und
+ Verdammen kann! \\
+\16 Ich will mich nicht
+ Vermessen, Prinz, in das ehrwürdige
+ Geheimniß Ihre Kummers einzudringen.
+ Nur bitt' ich Eure Hoheit, eingedenk
+ Zu sein, daß dem beängstigten Gewissen
+ Die Kirche eine Zuflucht aufgethan,
+ Wozu Monarchen keinen Schlüssel haben,
+ Wo selber Missethaten unterm Siegel
+ Des Sacramentes aufgehoben liegen --
+ Sie wissen, was ich meine, Prinz. Ich habe
+ Genug gesagt. \\
+\3 Nein, das soll ferne von mir sein,
+ Daß ich den Siegelführer so versuchte!
+\16 Prinz, dieses Mißtraun -- Sie verkennen Ihren
+ Getreusten Diener. \\
+\3 \[faßt ihn bei der Hand\] Also geben Sie
+ Mich lieber auf. Sie sind ein heil'ger Mann,
+ Das weiß die Welt -- doch, frei heraus -- für mich
+ Sind Sie bereits zu überhäuft. Ihr Weg,
+ Hochwürd'ger Vater, ist der weiteste,
+ Bis Sie auf Peters Stuhle niedersitzen.
+ Viel Wissen möchte Sie beschweren. Melden
+ Sie das dem König, der Sie hergesandt.
+\16 Mich hergesandt? \\
+\3 So sagt' ich. O, zu gut
+ Zu gut weiß ich, daß ich an diesem Hof
+ Verrathen bin -- ich weiß, daß hundert Augen
+ Gedungen sind, mich zu bewachen, weiß,
+ Daß König Philipp seinen einz'gen Sohn
+ An seiner Knechte schlechtesten verkaufte
+ Und jede von mir aufgefangne Sylbe
+ Dem Hinterbringer fürstlicher bezahlt,
+ Als er noch keine gute That bezahlte.
+ Ich weiß -- O, still! Nichts mehr davon! Mein Herz
+ Will überströmen, und ich habe schon
+ Zu viel gesagt. \\
+\16 Der König ist gesonnen,
+ Vor Abend in Madrid noch einzutreffen.
+ Bereits versammelt ist der Hof. Hab' ich
+ Die Gnade, Prinz -- \\
+\3 Schon gut. Ich werde folgen.
+ \[Domingo geht ab. Nach einigem Stillschweigen\]
+ Beweinenswerther Philipp, wie dein Sohn
+ Beweinenswerth! -- Schon seh' ich deine Seele
+ Vom gift'gen Schlangenbiß des Argwohns bluten;
+ Dein unglücksel'ger Vorwitz übereilt
+ Die fürchterlichste der Entdeckungen,
+ Und rasen wirst du, wenn du sie gemacht.
+
+\Auftritt % 1.2
+
+\(\3. \10\)
+
+\3 Wer kommt? -- Was seh' ich? O ihr guten Geister!
+ Mein Roderich! \\
+\10 Mein Carlos! \\
+\3 Ist es möglich?
+ Ist's wahr? Ist's wirklich? Bist du's? -- O, du bist's!
+ Ich drück' an meine Seele dich, ich fühle
+ Die deinige allmächtig an mir schlagen.
+ O, jetzt ist Alles wieder gut. In dieser
+ Umarmung heilt mein krankes Herz. Ich liege
+ Am Halse meines Roderich. \\
+\10 Ihr krankes,
+ Ihr krankes Herz? Und was ist wieder gut?
+ Was ist's, das wieder gut zu werden brauchte?
+ Sie hören, was mich stutzen macht. \\
+\3 Und was
+ Bringt dich so unverhofft aus Brüssel wieder?
+ Wem dank' ich diese Ueberraschung? wem?
+ Ich frage noch? Verzeih dem Freudetrunknen,
+ Erhabne Vorsicht, diese Lästerung!
+ Wem sonst als dir, Allgütigste? Du wußtest,
+ Daß Carlos ohne Engel war, du sandtest
+ Mir diesen, und ich frage noch? \\
+\10 Vergebung,
+ Mein theurer Prinz, wenn ich dies stürmische
+ Entzücken mit Bestürzung nur erwiedre.
+ So war es nicht, wie ich Don Philipps Sohn
+ Erwartete. Ein unnatürlich Roth
+ Entzündet sich auf Ihren blassen Wangen,
+ Und Ihre Lippen zittern fieberhaft.
+ Was muß ich glauben, theurer Prinz? -- Das ist
+ Der löwenkühne Jüngling nicht, zu dem
+ Ein unterdrücktes Heldenvolk mich sendet --
+ Denn jetzt steh' ich als Roderich nicht hier,
+ Nicht als des Knaben Carlos Spielgeselle --
+ Ein Abgeordneter der ganzen Menschheit
+ Umarm' ich Sie -- es sind die flandrischen
+ Provinzen, die an Ihrem Halse weinen
+ Und feierlich um Rettung Sie bestürmen.
+ Gethan ist's um Ihr theures Land, wenn Alba,
+ Des Fanatismus rauher Henkersknecht,
+ Vor Brüssel rückt mit spanischen Gesetzen.
+ Auf Kaiser Carls glorwürd'gem Enkel ruht
+ Die letzte Hoffnung dieser edeln Lande.
+ Sie stürzt dahin, wenn sein erhabnes Herz
+ Vergessen hat, für Menschlichkeit zu schlagen.
+\3 Sie stürzt dahin. \\
+\10 Weh mir! Was muß ich hören!
+\3 Du sprichst von Zeiten, die vergangen sind.
+ Auch mir hat einst von einem Carl geträumt,
+ Dem's feurig durch die Wangen lief, wenn man
+ Von Freiheit sprach -- doch der ist lang begraben.
+ Den du hier siehst, das ist der Carl nicht mehr,
+ Der in Alcala von dir Abschied nahm,
+ Der sich vermaß in süßer Trunkenheit,
+ Der Schöpfer eines neuen goldnen Alters
+ In Spanien zu werden -- O, der Einfall
+ War kindisch, aber göttlich schön! Vorbei
+ Sind diese Träume. -- \\
+\10 Träume, Prinz? -- So wären
+ Es Träume nur gewesen? \\
+\3 Laß mich weinen,
+ An deinem Herzen heiße Thränen weinen,
+ Du einz'ger Freund. Ich habe Niemand -- Niemand --
+ Auf dieser großen weiten Erde Niemand.
+ So weit das Scepter meines Vaters reicht,
+ So weit die Schifffahrt unsre Flaggen sendet,
+ Ist keine Stelle -- keine -- keine, wo
+ Ich meiner Thränen mich entlasten darf,
+ Als diese. O, bei Allem, Roderich,
+ Was du und ich dereinst im Himmel hoffen,
+ Verjage mich von dieser Stelle nicht.
+\10 \[neigt sich über ihn mit sprachloser Rührung\]
+\3 Berede dich, ich wär' ein Waisenkind,
+ Das du am Thron mitleidig aufgelesen.
+ Ich weiß ja nicht, was Vater heißt -- ich bin
+ Ein Königssohn -- O, wenn es eintrifft, was
+ Mein Herz mir sagt, wenn du aus Millionen
+ Herausgefunden bist, mich zu verstehn,
+ Wenn's wahr ist, daß die schaffende Natur
+ Den Roderich im Carlos wiederholte
+ Und unsrer Seelen zartes Saitenspiel
+ Am Morgen unsers Lebens gleich bezog,
+ Wenn eine Thräne, die mir Lindrung gibt,
+ Dir theurer ist als meines Vaters Gnade --
+\10 O theurer als die ganze Welt. \\
+\3 So tief
+ Bin ich gefallen -- bin so arm geworden,
+ Daß ich an unsre frühen Kinderjahre
+ Dich mahnen muß -- daß ich dich bitten muß,
+ Die lang vergeßnen Schulden abzutragen,
+ Die du noch im Matrosenkleide machtest --
+ Als du und ich, zween Knaben wilder Art,
+ So brüderlich zusammen aufgewachsen,
+ Kein Schmerz mich drückte, als von deinem Geiste
+ So sehr verdunkelt mich zu sehn -- ich endlich
+ Mich kühn entschloß, dich grenzenlos zu lieben,
+ Weil mich der Muth verließ, dir gleich zu sein.
+ Da fing ich an, mit tausend Zärtlichkeiten
+ Und treuer Bruderliebe dich zu quälen;
+ Du, stolzes Herz, gabst sie mir kalt zurück.
+ Oft stand ich da, und -- doch das sahst du nie!
+ Und heiße, schwere Thränentropfen hingen
+ In meinem Aug, wenn du, mich überhüpfend,
+ Geringre Kinder in die Arme drücktest.
+ Warum nur diese? rief ich trauernd aus:
+ Bin ich dir nicht auch herzlich gut? -- Du aber,
+ Du knietest kalt und ernsthaft vor mir nieder:
+ Das, sagtest du, gebührt dem Königssohn.
+\10 O stille, Prinz, von diesen kindischen
+ Geschichten, die mich jetzt noch schamroth machen.
+\3 Ich hatt' es nicht um dich verdient. Verschmähen,
+ Zerreißen konntest du mein Herz, doch nie
+ Von dir entfernen. Dreimal wiesest du
+ Den Fürsten von dir, dreimal kam er wieder
+ Als Bittender, um Liebe dich zu flehn
+ Und dir gewaltsam Liebe aufzudringen.
+ Ein Zufall that, was Carlos nie gekonnt.
+ Einmal geschah's bei unsern Spielen, daß
+ Der Königin von Böhmen, meiner Tante,
+ Der Federball ins Auge flog. Sie glaubte,
+ Daß es mit Vorbedacht geschehn, und klagt' es
+ Dem Könige mit thränendem Gesicht.
+ Die ganze Jugend des Palastes muß
+ Erscheinen, ihm den Schuldigen zu nennen.
+ Der König schwört, die hinterlist'ge That,
+ Und wär' es auch an seinem eignen Kinde,
+ Aufs schrecklichste zu ahnden. -- Damals sah ich
+ Dich zitternd in der Ferne stehn, und jetzt,
+ Jetzt trat ich vor und warf mich zu den Füßen
+ Des Königs. Ich, ich that es, rief ich aus:
+ An deinem Sohn erfülle deine Rache.
+\10 Ach, woran mahnen Sie mich, Prinz! \\
+\3 Sie ward's!
+ Im Angesicht des ganzen Hofgesindes,
+ Das mitleidsvoll im Kreise stand, ward sie
+ Auf Sklavenart an deinem Carl vollzogen.
+ Ich sah auf dich und weinte nicht. Der Schmerz
+ Schlug meine Zähne knirschend an einander;
+ Ich weinte nicht. Mein königliches Blut
+ Floß schändlich unter unbarmherz'gen Streichen;
+ Ich sah auf dich und weinte nicht. -- Du kamst;
+ Laut weinend sankst du mir zu Füßen. Ja,
+ Ja, riefst du aus, mein Stolz ist überwunden,
+ Ich will bezahlen, wenn du König bist.
+\10 \[reicht ihm die Hand\]
+ Ich will es, Carl. Das kindische Gelübde
+ Erneur' ich jetzt als Mann. Ich will bezahlen.
+ Auch meine Stunde schlägt vielleicht. \\
+\3 Jetzt, jetzt --
+ O, zögre nicht -- jetzt hat sie ja geschlagen.
+ Die Zeit ist da, wo du es lösen kannst.
+ Ich brauche Liebe. -- Ein entsetzliches
+ Geheimniß brennt in meiner Brust. Es soll,
+ Es soll heraus. In deinen blassen Mienen
+ Will ich das Urtheil meines Todes lesen.
+ Hör' an -- erstarre -- doch erwiedre nichts --
+ Ich liebe meine Mutter. \\
+\10 O mein Gott!
+\3 Nein! Diese Schonung will ich nicht. Sprich's aus,
+ Sprich, daß auf diesem großen Rund der Erde
+ Kein Elend an das meine grenze -- sprich --
+ Was du mir sagen kannst, errath' ich schon.
+ Der Sohn liebt seine Mutter. Weltgebräuche,
+ Die Ordnung der Natur und Roms Gesetze
+ Verdammen diese Leidenschaft. Mein Anspruch
+ Stößt fürchterlich auf meines Vaters Rechte.
+ Ich fühl's, und dennoch lieb' ich. Dieser Weg
+ Führt nur zum Wahnsinn oder Blutgerüste.
+ Ich liebe ohne Hoffnung -- lasterhaft --
+ Mit Todesangst und mit Gefahr des Lebens --
+ Das seh' ich ja, und dennoch lieb' ich. \\
+\10 Weiß
+ Die Königin um diese Neigung? \\
+\3 Konnt' ich
+ Mich ihr entdecken? Sie ist Philipps Frau
+ Und Königin, und das ist span'scher Boden.
+ Von meines Vaters Eifersucht bewacht,
+ Von Etikette ringsum eingeschlossen,
+ Wie konnt' ich ohne Zeugen mich ihr nahn?
+ Acht höllenbange Monde sind es schon,
+ Daß von der hohen Schule mich der König
+ Zurückberief, daß ich sie täglich anzuschaun
+ Verurtheilt bin und, wie das Grab, zu schweigen.
+ Acht höllenbange Monde, Roderich,
+ Daß dieses Feu'r in meinem Busen wüthet,
+ Daß tausendmal sich das entsetzliche
+ Geständniß schon auf meinen Lippen meldet,
+ Doch scheu und feig zurück zum Herzen kriecht.
+ O Roderich -- nur wen'ge Augenblicke
+ \textit{Allein} mit ihr -- \\
+\10 Ach! Und Ihr Vater, Prinz --
+\3 Unglücklicher! Warum an den mich mahnen?
+ Sprich mir von all den Schrecken des Gewissens,
+ Von meinem Vater sprich mir nicht.
+\3 Sie hassen Ihren Vater! \\
+\10 Nein! Ach, nein!
+ Ich hasse meinen Vater nicht -- Doch Schauer
+ Und Missethäters-Bangigkeit ergreifen
+ Bei diesem fürchterlichen Namen mich.
+ Kann ich dafür, wenn eine knechtische
+ Erziehung schon in meinem jungen Herzen
+ Der Liebe zarten Keim zertrat? Sechs Jahre
+ Hatt' ich gelebt, als mir zum ersten Mal
+ Der Fürchterliche, der wie sie mir sagten,
+ Mein Vater war, vor Augen kam. Es war
+ An einem Morgen, wo er stehnden Fußes
+ Vier Bluturtheile unterschrieb. Nach diesem
+ Sah ich ihn nur, wenn mir für ein Vergehn
+ Bestrafung angekündigt ward. -- O Gott!
+ Hier fühl' ich, daß ich bitter werde -- Weg --
+ Weg, weg von dieser Stelle! \\
+\10 Nein, Sie sollen,
+ Jetzt sollen Sie sich öffnen, Prinz. In Worten
+ Erleichtert sich der schwer beladne Busen.
+\3 Oft hab' ich mit mir selbst gerungen, oft
+ Um Mitternacht, wenn meine Wachen schliefen,
+ Mit heißen Thränengüssen vor das Bild
+ Der Hochgebenedeiten mich geworfen,
+ Sie um ein kindlich Herz gefleht -- doch ohne
+ Erhörung stand ich auf. Ach, Roderich!
+ Enthülle du dies wunderbare Räthsel
+ Der Vorsicht mir -- Warum von tausend Vätern
+ Just eben diesen Vater mir? Und ihm
+ Just diesen Sohn von tausend bessern Söhnen?
+ Zwei unverträglichere Gegentheile
+ Fand die Natur in ihrem Umkreis nicht.
+ Wie mochte sie die beiden letzten Enden
+ Des menschlichen Geschlechtes -- mich und ihn --
+ Durch ein so heilig Band zusammen zwingen?
+ Furchtbares Loos! Warum mußt' es geschehn?
+ Warum zwei Menschen, die sich ewig meiden,
+ In \textit{einem} Wunsche schrecklich sich begegnen?
+ Hier, Roderich, siehst du zwei feindliche
+ Gestirne, die im ganzen Lauf der Zeiten
+ Ein einzig Mal in scheitelrechter Bahn
+ Zerschmetternd sich berühren, dann auf immer
+ Und ewig aus einander fliehn. \\
+\10 Mir ahnet
+ Ein unglücksvoller Augenblick. \\
+\3 Mir selbst.
+ Wie Furien des Abgrunds folgen mir
+ Die schauerlichsten Träume. Zweifelnd ringt
+ Mein guter Geist mit gräßlichen Entwürfen;
+ Durch labyrinthische Sophismen kriecht
+ Mein unglücksel'ger Scharfsinn, bis er endlich
+ Vor eines Abgrunds gähem Rachen stutzt --
+ O Roderich, wenn ich den Vater je
+ In ihm verlernte -- Roderich -- ich sehe,
+ Dein todtenblasser Blick hat mich verstanden --
+ Wenn ich den Vater je in ihm verlernte,
+ Was würde mir der König sein? \\
+\10 \[nach einigem Stillschweigen\] Darf ich
+ An meinen Carlos eine Bitte wagen?
+ Was Sie auch Willens sind zu thun, versprechen Sie
+ Nichts ohne Ihren Freund zu unternehmen.
+ Versprechen Sie mir dieses? \\
+\3 Alles, Alles,
+ Was deine Liebe mir gebeut. Ich werfe
+ Mich ganz in deine Arme. \\
+\10 Wie man sagt,
+ Will der Monarch zur Stadt zurückekehren.
+ Die Zeit ist kurz. Wenn Sie die Königin
+ Geheim zu sprechen wünschen, kann es nirgends
+ Als in Aranjuez geschehn. Die Stille
+ Des Orts -- des Landes ungezwungne Sitte
+ Begünstigen -- \\
+\3 Das war auch meine Hoffnung.
+ Doch, ach, sie war vergebens! \\
+\10 Nicht so ganz.
+ Ich gehe, mich sogleich ihr vorzustellen.
+ Ist sie in Spanien Dieselbe noch,
+ Die sie vordem an Heinrichs Hof gewesen,
+ So find' ich Offenherzigkeit. Kann ich
+ In ihren Blicken Carlos' Hoffnung lesen,
+ Find' ich zu dieser Unterredung sie
+ Gestimmt -- sind ihre Damen zu entfernen --
+\3 Die meisten sind mir zugethan. Besonders
+ Die Mondecar hab' ich durch ihren Sohn,
+ Der mir als Page dient, gewonnen. -- \\
+\10 Desto besser.
+ So sind Sie in der Nähe, Prinz, sogleich
+ Auf mein gegebnes Zeichen zu erscheinen.
+\3 Das will ich -- will ich -- also eile nur.
+\10 Ich will nun keinen Augenblick verlieren.
+ Dort also, Prinz, auf Wiedersehn!
+
+\[Beide gehen ab zu verschiedenen Seiten\]
+
+
+\Szene{Die Hofhaltung der Königin in Aranjuez\\
+ Eine einfache ländliche Gegend, von einer Allee durchschnitten,\\
+ vom Landhause der Königin begrenzt}
+
+
+\Auftritt % 1.3
+
+\(Die Königin. Die Herzogin von Olivarez. Die Prinzessin von Eboli und
+ die Marquisin von Mondecar, welche die Allee heraufkommen\)
+
+
+\2 \[zur Marquisin\] \textit{Sie} will ich um mich haben, Mondecar.
+ Die muntern Augen der Prinzessin quälen
+ Mich schon den ganzen Morgen. Sehen Sie,
+ Kaum weiß sie ihre Freude zu verbergen,
+ Weil sie vom Lande Abschied nimmt. \\
+\8 Ich will es
+ Nicht leugnen, meine Königin, daß ich
+ Madrid mit großer Freude wieder sehe.
+\7 Und Ihre Majestät nicht auch? Sie sollten
+ So ungern von Aranjuez sich trennen?
+\2 Von -- dieser schönen Gegend wenigstens.
+ Hier bin ich wie in meiner Welt. Dies Plätzchen
+ Hab' ich mir längst zum Liebling auserlesen.
+ Hier grüßt mich meine ländliche Natur,
+ Die Busenfreundin meiner jungen Jahre.
+ Hier find' ich meine Kinderspiele wieder,
+ Und meines Frankreichs Lüfte wehen hier.
+ Verargen Sie mir's nicht. Uns alle zieht
+ Das Herz zum Vaterland. \\
+\8 Wie einsam aber,
+ Wie todt und traurig ist es hier! Man glaubt
+ Sich in la Trappe. \\
+\2 Das Gegentheil vielmehr.
+ Todt find' ich es nur in Madrid. -- Doch, was
+ Spricht unsre Herzogin dazu? \\
+\6 Ich bin
+ Der Meinung, Ihre Majestät, daß es
+ So Sitte war, den einen Monat hier,
+ Den andern in dem Pardo auszuhalten,
+ Den Winter in der Residenz, so lange
+ Es Könige in Spanien gegeben.
+\2 Ja, Herzogin, das wissen Sie; mit Ihnen
+ Hab' ich auf immer mich des Streits begeben.
+\7 Und wie lebendig selbst mit Nächstem in
+ Madrid sein wird! Zu einem Stiergefechte
+ Wird schon die Plaza Mayor zugerichtet,
+ Und ein Auto da Fe hat man uns auch
+ Versprochen -- \\
+\2 Uns versprochen! Hör' ich das
+ Von meiner sanften Mondecar? \\
+\7 Warum nicht?
+ Es sind ja Ketzer, die man brennen sieht.
+\2 Ich hoffe, meine Eboli denkt anders.
+\8 Ich? Ihre Majestät, ich bitte sehr,
+ Für keine schlechtre Christin mich zu halten,
+ Als die Marquisin Mondecar. \\
+\2 Ach! Ich
+ Vergesse, wo ich bin. -- Zu etwas Anderm. --
+ Vom Lande, glaub' ich, sprachen wir. Der Monat
+ Ist, däucht mir, auch erstaunlich schnell vorüber.
+ Ich habe mir der Freude viel, sehr viel
+ Von diesem Aufenthalt versprochen, und
+ Ich habe nicht gefunden, was ich hoffte.
+ Geht es mit jeder Hoffnung so? Ich kann
+ Den Wunsch nicht finden, der mir fehlgeschlagen.
+\6 Prinzessin Eboli, Sie haben uns
+ Noch nicht gesagt, ob Gomez hoffen darf?
+ Ob wir sie bald als seine Braut begrüßen?
+\2 Ja! Gut, daß Sie mich mahnen, Herzogin. \[Zur Prinzessin\]
+ Man bittet mich, bei Ihnen fürzusprechen.
+ Wie aber kann ich das? Der Mann, den ich
+ Mit meiner Eboli belohne, muß
+ Ein würd'ger Mann sein. \\
+\6 Ihre Majestät,
+ Das ist er, ein sehr würd'ger Mann, ein Mann
+ Den unser gnädigster Monarch bekanntlich
+ Mit ihrer königlichen Gunst beehren.
+\2 Das wird den Mann sehr glücklich machen. -- Doch
+ Wir wollen wissen, ob er lieben kann
+ Und Liebe kann verdienen. -- Eboli,
+ Das frag' ich Sie. \\
+\8 \[steht stumm und verwirrt, die Augen zur Erde geschlagen, endlich
+ fällt sie der Königin zu Füßen\]
+ Großmüth'ge Königin,
+ Erbarmen \textit{Sie} sich meiner. Lassen Sie --
+ Um Gottes willen, lassen Sie mich nicht --
+ Nicht aufgeopfert werden. \\
+\2 Aufgeopfert?
+ Ich brauche nichts mehr. Stehn Sie auf. Es ist
+ Ein hartes Schicksal, aufgeopfert werden.
+ Ich glaube Ihnen. Stehn Sie auf. -- Ist es
+ Schon lang, daß Sie den Grafen ausgeschlagen?
+\8 \[aufstehend\] O, viele Monate. Prinz Carlos war
+ Noch auf der hohen Schule. \\
+\2 \[stutzt und sieht sie mit forschenden Augen an\] Haben Sie
+ Sich auch geprüft, aus welchen Gründen? \\
+\8 \[mit einiger Heftigkeit\] Niemals
+ Kann es geschehen, meine Königin,
+ Aus tausend Gründen niemals. \\
+\2 \[sehr ernsthaft\] Mehr als einer ist
+ Zu viel. Sie können ihn nicht schätzen -- Das
+ Ist mir genug. Nichts mehr davon. \\
+ \[Zu den andern Damen\] Ich habe
+ Ja die Infanten heut noch nicht gesehen.
+ Marquisin, bringen Sie sie mir. \\
+\6 \[sieht auf die Uhr\] Es ist
+ Noch nicht die Stunde, Ihre Majestät.
+\2 Noch nicht die Stunde, wo ich Mutter sein darf?
+ Das ist doch schlimm. Vergessen Sie es ja nicht,
+ Mich zu erinnern, wenn sie kommt. \\
+\[Ein Page tritt auf und spricht leise mit der Oberhofmeisterin, welche
+ sich darauf zur Königin wendet\]
+\6 Der Marquis
+ Von Posa, Ihre Majestät -- \\
+\2 Von Posa?
+\6 Er kommt aus Frankreich und den Niederlanden
+ Und wünscht die Gnade zu erhalten, Briefe
+ Von der Regentin Mutter übergeben
+ Zu dürfen. \\
+\2 Und ist das erlaubt? \\
+\6 In meiner Vorschrift
+ Ist des besondern Falles nicht gedacht,
+ Wenn ein castilian'scher Grande Briefe
+ Von einem fremden Hof der Königin
+ Von Spanien in ihrem Gartenwäldchen
+ Zu überreichen kommt. \\
+\2 So will ich denn
+ Auf meine eigene Gefahr es wagen.
+\6 Doch mir vergönne Ihro Majestät,
+ Mich so lang zu entfernen. -- \\
+\2 Halten Sie
+ Das, wie Sie wollen, Herzogin. \\
+
+\[Die Oberhofmeisterin geht ab, und die Königin gibt dem Pagen einen Wink,
+welcher sogleich hinausgeht\]
+
+
+\Auftritt % 1.4
+
+\(\2. \8. \7 \\und \10\)
+
+\2 Ich heiße Sie
+ Willkommen, Chevalier, auf span'schem Boden.
+\10 Den ich noch nie mit so gerechtem Stolze
+ Mein Vaterland genannt, als jetzt. -- \\
+\2 \[zu den beiden Damen\] Der Marquis
+ Von Posa, der im Ritterspiel zu Rheims
+ Mit meinem Vater eine Lanze brach
+ Und meine Farbe dreimal siegen machte --
+ Der Erste seiner Nation, der mich
+ Den Ruhm empfinden lehrte, Königin
+ Der Spanier zu sein. \\
+ \[Zum Marquis sich wendend\] Als wir im Louvre
+ Zum letzten Mal uns sahen, Chevalier,
+ Da träumt' es Ihnen wohl noch nicht, daß Sie
+ Mein Gast sein würden in Castilien.
+\10 Nein, große Königin -- denn damals träumte
+ Mir nicht, daß Frankreich noch das Einzige
+ An uns verlieren würde, was wir ihm
+ Beneidet hatten. \\
+\2 Stolzer Spanier!
+ Das Einzige? -- Und das zu einer Tochter
+ Vom Hause Valois? \\
+\10 Jetzt darf ich es
+ Ja sagen, Ihre Majestät -- denn jetzt
+ Sind Sie ja unser. \\
+\2 Ihre Reise, hör' ich,
+ Hat auch durch Frankreich Sie geführt. -- Was bringen
+ Sie mir von meiner hochverehrten Mutter
+ Und meinen vielgeliebten Brüdern?
+\10 \[überreicht ihr die Briefe\]
+ Die Königin Mutter fand ich krank, geschieden
+ Von jeder andern Freude dieser Welt,
+ Als ihre königliche Tochter glücklich
+ Zu wissen auf dem span'schen Thron. \\
+\2 Muß sie
+ Es nicht sein bei dem theuern Angedenken
+ So zärtlicher Verwandten? bei der süßen
+ Erinnrung an -- Sie haben viele Höfe
+ Besucht auf Ihren Reisen, Chevalier,
+ Und viele Länder, vieler Menschen Sitte
+ Gesehn -- und jetzt, sagt man, sind Sie gesonnen,
+ Ich Ihrem Vaterland sich selbst zu leben?
+ Ein größrer Fürst in Ihren stillen Mauern,
+ Als König Philipp auf dem Thron -- ein Freier!
+ Ein Philosoph! -- Ich zweifle sehr, ob Sie
+ Sich werden können in Madrid gefallen.
+ Man ist sehr -- ruhig in Madrid. \\
+\10 Und das
+ Ist mehr, als sich das ganze übrige
+ Europa zu erfreuen hat. \\
+\2 So hör' ich.
+ Ich habe alle Händel dieser Erde
+ Bis fast auf die Erinnerung verlernt.
+ \[Zur Prinzessin von Eboli\]
+ Mir däucht, Prinzessin Eboli, ich sehe
+ Dort eine Hyacinthe blühen -- Wollen
+ Sie mir sie bringen? \\
+ \[Die Prinzessin geht nach dem Platze. Die Königin etwas leiser
+ zum Marquis\] Chevalier, ich müßte
+ Mich sehr betrügen, oder Ihre Ankunft
+ Hat einen frohen Menschen mehr gemacht
+ An diesem Hofe. \\
+\10 Einen Traurigen
+ Hab' ich gefunden -- den auf dieser Welt
+ Nur etwas fröhlich --\\
+ \[Die Prinzessin kommt mit der Blume zurück\]
+\8 Da der Chevalier
+ So viele Länder hat gesehen, wird
+ Er ohne Zweifel viel Merkwürdiges
+ Uns zu erzählen wissen. \\
+\10 Allerdings.
+ Und Abenteuer suchen, ist bekanntlich
+ Der Ritter Pflicht -- die heiligste von allen,
+ Die Damen zu beschützen. \\
+\7 Gegen Riesen!
+ Jetzt gibt es keine Riesen mehr. \\
+\10 Gewalt
+ Ist für den Schwachen jederzeit ein Riese.
+\2 Der Chevalier hat Recht. Es gibt noch Riesen,
+ Doch keine Ritter gibt es mehr. \\
+\10 Noch jüngst,
+ Auf meinem Rückzug von Neapel, war
+ Ich Zeuge einer rührenden Geschichte,
+ Die mir der Freundschaft heiliges Legat
+ Zu meiner eigenen gemacht. -- Wenn ich
+ Nicht fürchten müßte, Ihre Majestät
+ Durch die Erzählung zu ermüden -- \\
+\2 Bleibt
+ Mir eine Wahl? Die Neugier der Prinzessin
+ Läßt sich nichts unterschlagen. Nur zur Sache.
+ Auch ich bin eine Freundin von Geschichten.
+\10 Zwei edle Häuser in Mirandola,
+ Der Eifersucht, der langen Feindschaft müde,
+ Die von den Ghibellinen und den Guelfen
+ Jahrhunderte schon fortgeerbt, beschlossen,
+ Durch der Verwandtschaft zarte Bande sich
+ In einem ew'gen Frieden zu vereinen.
+ Des mächtigen Pietro Schwestersohn,
+ Fernando, und die göttliche Mathilde,
+ Colonnas Tochter, waren ausersehn,
+ Dies schöne Band der Einigkeit zu knüpfen.
+ Nie hat zwei schönre Herzen die Natur
+ Gebildet für einander -- nie die Welt,
+ Nie eine Wahl so glücklich noch gepriesen.
+ Noch hatte seine liebenswürd'ge Braut
+ Fernando nur im Bildniß angebetet --
+ Wie zitterte Fernando, wahr zu finden,
+ Was seine feurigsten Erwartungen
+ Dem Bilde nicht zu glauben sich getrauten!
+ In Padua, wo seine Studien
+ Ihn fesselten, erwartete Fernando
+ Des frohen Augenblickes nur, der ihm
+ Vergönnen sollte, zu Mathildens Füßen
+ Der Liebe erste Huldigung zu stammeln.
+\[Die Königin wird aufmerksamer. Der Marquis fährt nach einem kurzen
+Stillschweigen fort, die Erzählung, soweit es die Gegenwart der Königin
+erlaubt, mehr an die Prinzessin Eboli gerichtet\]
+ Indessen macht der Gattin Tod die Hand
+ Pietros frei -- Mit jugendlicher Gluth
+ Verschlingt der Greis die Stimmen des Gerüchtes,
+ Das in dem Ruhm Mathildens sich ergoß.
+ Er kommt! Er sieht! -- Er liebt! Die neue Regung
+ Erstickt die leisre Stimme der Natur,
+ Der Oheim wirbt um seines Neffens Braut
+ Und heiligt seinen Raub vor dem Altare.
+\2 Und was beschließt Fernando? \\
+\10 Auf der Liebe Flügeln,
+ Des fürchterlichen Wechsels unbewußt,
+ Eilt nach Mirandola der Trunkene.
+ Mit Sternenschein erreicht sein schnelles Roß
+ Die Thore -- ein bacchantisches Getön
+ Von Reigen und von Pauken donnert ihm
+ Aus dem erleuchteten Palast entgegen.
+ Er bebt die Stufen scheu hinauf und sieht
+ Sich unerkannt im lauten Hochzeitsaale,
+ Wo in der Gäste taumelndem Gelag
+ Pietro saß -- ein Engel ihm zur Seite,
+ Ein Engel, den Fernando kennt, der ihm
+ In Träumen selbst so glänzend nie erschienen.
+ Ein einz'ger Blick zeigt ihm, was er besessen,
+ Zeigt ihm, was er auf immerdar verloren.
+\8 Unglücklicher Fernando! \\
+\2 Die Geschichte
+ Ist doch zu Ende, Chevalier? -- Sie muß
+ Zu Ende sein. \\
+\10 Noch nicht ganz. \\
+\2 Sagten Sie
+ Uns nicht, Fernando sei Ihr Freund gewesen?
+\10 Ich habe keinen theurern. \\
+\8 Fahren Sie
+ Doch fort in der Geschichte, Chevalier.
+\10 Sie wird sehr traurig -- und das Angedenken
+ Erneuert meinen Schmerz. Erlassen Sie
+ Mir den Beschluß. -- \\
+\[Ein allgemeines Stillschweigen\]
+\2 \[wendet sich zur Prinzessin von Eboli\]
+ Nun wird mir endlich doch
+ Vergönnt sein, meine Tochter zu umarmen? --
+ Prinzessin, bringen Sie sie mir. \\
+\[Diese entfernt sich. Der Marquis winkt einem Pagen, der sich im
+Hintergrunde zeigt und sogleich verschwindet. Die Königin erbricht die
+Briefe, die der Marquis ihr gegeben, und scheint überrascht zu werden. In
+dieser Zeit spricht der Marquis geheim und sehr angelegentlich mit der
+Marquisin von Mondecar. -- Die Königin hat die Briefe gelesen und wendet
+sich mit einem ausforschenden Blicke zum Marquis\]
+ Sie haben
+ Uns von Mathilden nichts gesagt? Vielleicht
+ Weiß sie es nicht, wie viel Fernando leidet?
+\10 Mathildens Herz hat Niemand noch ergründet --
+ Doch große Seelen dulden still.
+\2 Sie sehn sich um? Wen suchen Ihre Augen?
+\10 Ich denke nach, wie glücklich ein Gewisser,
+ Den ich nicht nennen darf, an meinem Platze
+ Sein müßte. \\
+\2 Wessen Schuld ist es, daß er
+ Es nicht ist? \\
+\10 \[lebhaft einfallend\] Wie? Darf ich mich unterstehen,
+ Dies zu erklären, wie ich will? -- Er würde
+ Vergebung finden, wenn er jetzt erschiene?
+\2 \[erschrocken\] Jetzt, Marquis, jetzt? Was meinen Sie damit?
+\10 Er dürfte hoffen -- dürft' er? \\
+\2 \[mit wachsender Verwirrung\] Sie erschrecken mich,
+ Marquis -- er wird doch nicht -- \\
+\10 Hier ist er schon.
+
+
+\Auftritt %1.5
+
+\(i)\2. \3\)
+\[dsc]\10 und die Marquisin von Mondekar\\treten nach dem Hintergrunde zurück\]
+
+\3 \[vor der Königin niedergeworfen\]
+ So ist er endlich da, der Augenblick,
+ Und Carl darf diese theure Hand berühren! --
+\2 Was für ein Schritt -- welch eine strafbare,
+ Tollkühne Ueberraschung! Stehn Sie auf!
+ Wir sind entdeckt. Mein Hof ist in der Nähe.
+\3 Ich steh' nicht auf -- hier will ich ewig knien,
+ Auf diesem Platz will ich verzaubert liegen,
+ In dieser Stellung angewurzelt -- \\
+\2 Rasender!
+ Zu welcher Kühnheit führt Sie meine Gnade?
+ Wie? Wissen Sie, daß es die Königin,
+ Daß es die Mutter ist, an die sich diese
+ Verwegne Sprache richtet? Wissen Sie,
+ Daß ich -- ich selbst von diesem Ueberfalle
+ Dem Könige -- \\
+\3 Und daß ich sterben muß!
+ Man reiße mich von hier aufs Blutgerüste!
+ \textit{Ein} Augenblick, gelebt im Paradiese,
+ Wird nicht zu theuer mit dem Tod gebüßt.
+\2 Und Ihre Königin? \\
+\3 \[steht auf\] Gott, Gott! ich gehe --
+ Ich will Sie ja verlassen -- Muß ich nicht,
+ Wenn Sie es \textit{also} fordern? Mutter, Mutter,
+ Wie schrecklich spielen Sie mit mir! Ein Wink,
+ Ein halber Blick, ein Laut aus Ihrem Munde
+ Gebietet mir, zu sein und zu vergehen.
+ Was wollen Sie, daß noch geschehen soll?
+ Was unter dieser Sonne kann es geben,
+ Das ich nicht hinzuopfern eilen will,
+ Wenn Sie es wünschen? \\
+\2 Fliehen Sie. \\
+\3 O Gott!
+\2 Das Einz'ge, Carl, warum ich Sie mit Thränen
+ Beschwöre -- fliehen Sie! -- eh meine Damen --
+ Eh meine Kerkermeister Sie und mich
+ Beisammen finden und die große Zeitung
+ Vor Ihres Vaters Ohren bringen -- \\
+\3 Ich erwarte
+ Mein Schicksal -- es sei Leben oder Tod.
+ Wie? Hab' ich darum meine Hoffnungen
+ Auf diesen einz'gen Augenblick verwiesen,
+ Der Sie mir endlich ohne Zeugen schenkt,
+ Daß falsche Schrecken mich am Ziele täuschten?
+ Nein, Königin! Die Welt kann hundertmal,
+ Kann tausendmal um ihre Pole treiben,
+ Eh diese Gunst der Zufall wiederholt.
+\2 Auch soll er das in Ewigkeit nicht wieder.
+ Unglücklicher! was wollen Sie von mir?
+\3 O Königin, daß ich gerungen habe,
+ Gerungen, wie kein Sterblicher noch rang,
+ Ist Gott mein Zeuge -- Königin, umsonst!
+ Hin ist mein Heldenmuth. Ich unterliege.
+\2 Nichts mehr davon -- um meiner Ruhe willen --
+\3 Sie waren mein -- im Angesicht der Welt
+ Mir zugesprochen von zwei großen Thronen,
+ Mir zuerkannt von Himmel und Natur,
+ Und Philipp, Philipp hat mir Sie geraubt.
+\2 Er ist Ihr Vater. \\
+\3 Ihr Gemahl. \\
+\2 Der Ihnen
+ Das größte Reich der Welt zum Erbe gibt.
+\3 Und \textit{Sie} zur Mutter. \\
+\2 Großer Gott! Sie rasen --
+\3 Und weiß er auch, wie reich er ist? Hat er
+ Ein fühlend Herz, das Ihrige zu schätzen?
+ Ich will nicht klagen, nein, ich will vergessen,
+ Wie unaussprechlich glücklich \textit{ich} mit ihr
+ Geworden wäre -- wenn nur \textit{er} es ist.
+ Er ist es nicht -- Das, das ist Höllenqual!
+ Er ist es nicht und wird es niemals werden.
+ Du nahmst mir meinen Himmel nur, um ihn
+ In König Philipps Armen zu vertilgen.
+\2 Abscheulicher Gedanke! \\
+\3 O, ich weiß,
+ Wer dieser Ehe Stifter war -- ich weiß,
+ Wie Philipp lieben kann, und wie er freite.
+ Wer sind Sie denn in diesem Reich? Laß hören.
+ Regentin etwa? Nimmermehr! Wie könnten,
+ Wo \textit{Sie} Regentin sind, die Alba würgen?
+ Wie könnte Flandern für den Glauben bluten?
+ Wie, oder sind Sie Philipps Frau? Unmöglich!
+ Ich kann's nicht glauben. Eine Frau besitzt
+ Des Mannes Herz, und wem gehört das seine?
+ Und bittet er nicht jede Zärtlichkeit,
+ Die ihm vielleicht in Fiebergluth entwischte,
+ Dem Scepter ab und seinen grauen Haaren?
+\2 Wer sagte Ihnen, daß an Philipps Seite
+ Mein Loos beweinenswürdig sei? \\
+\3 Mein Herz,
+ Das feurig fühlt, wie es an meiner Seite
+ Beneidenswürdig wäre. \\
+\2 Eitler Mann!
+ Wenn \textit{mein} Herz nun das Gegentheil mir sagte?
+ Wenn Philipps ehrerbiet'ge Zärtlichkeit
+ Weit inniger, als seines stolzen Sohns
+ Verwegene Beredsamkeit, mich rührten?
+ Wenn eines Greisen überlegte Achtung --
+\3 Das ist was andres -- Dann -- ja, dann -- Vergebung.
+ Das wußt' ich nicht, daß Sie den König lieben.
+\2 Ihn ehren ist mein Wunsch und mein Vergnügen.
+\3 Sie haben nie geliebt? \\
+\2 Seltsame Frage!
+\3 Sie haben nie geliebt? \\
+\2 -- Ich liebe nicht mehr.
+\3 Weil es Ihr Herz, weil es Ihr Eid verbietet?
+\2 Verlassen Sie mich, Prinz, und kommen Sie
+ Zu keiner solchen Unterredung wieder.
+\3 Weil es Ihr Eid, weil es Ihr Herz verbietet?
+\2 Weil meine Pflicht -- -- Unglücklicher, wozu
+ Die traurige Zergliederung des Schicksals,
+ Dem Sie und ich gehorchen müssen? \\
+\3 Müssen?
+ Gehorchen müssen? \\
+\2 Wie? Was wollen Sie
+ Mit diesem feierlichen Ton? \\
+\3 So viel,
+ Daß Carlos nicht gesonnen ist, zu müssen,
+ Wo er zu wollen hat; daß Carlos nicht
+ Gesonnen ist, der Unglückseligste
+ In diesem Reich zu bleiben, wenn es ihm
+ Nichts als den Umsturz der Gesetze kostet,
+ Der Glücklichste zu sein. \\
+\2 Versteh' ich Sie?
+ Sie hoffen noch? Sie wagen es, zu hoffen,
+ Wo Alles, Alles schon verloren ist?
+\3 Ich gebe nichts verloren, als die Todten.
+\2 Auf mich, auf Ihre Mutter, hoffen Sie?
+ \[Sie sieht ihn lange und durchdringend an -- dann mit Würde und\\ Ernst\]
+ Warum nicht? O, der neu erwählte König
+ Kann mehr als das -- kann die Verordnungen
+ Des abgeschiednen durch das Feu'r vertilgen,
+ Kann seine Bilder stürzen, kann sogar --
+ Wer hindert ihn? -- die Mumie des todten
+ Aus ihrer Ruhe zu Escurial
+ Hervor ans Licht der Sonne reißen, seinen
+ Entweihten Staub in die vier Winde streun
+ Und dann zuletzt, um würdig zu vollenden --
+\3 Um Gottes willen, reden Sie nicht aus.
+\2 Zuletzt noch mit der Mutter sich vermählen.
+\3 Verfluchter Sohn!\\
+ \[Er steht einen Augenblick starr und sprachlos\]
+ Ja, es ist aus. Jetzt ist
+ Es aus -- Ich fühle klar und helle, was
+ Mir ewig, ewig dunkel bleiben sollte.
+ Sie sind für mich dahin -- dahin -- dahin --
+ Auf immerdar! -- Jetzt ist der Wurf gefallen.
+ Sie sind für mich verloren -- O, in diesem
+ Gefühl liegt Hölle -- Hölle liegt im andern,
+ Sie zu besitzen. -- Weh'! ich fass' es nicht,
+ Und meine Nerven fangen an zu reißen.
+\2 Beklagenswerther, theurer Carl! Ich fühle --
+ Ganz fühl' ich sie, die namenlose Pein,
+ Die jetzt in Ihrem Busen tobt. Unendlich,
+ Wie Ihre Liebe, ist Ihr Schmerz. Unendlich,
+ Wie er, ist auch der Ruhm, ihn zu besiegen.
+ Erringen Sie ihn, junger Held. Der Preis
+ Ist dieses hohen, starken Kämpfers werth,
+ Des Jünglings werth, durch dessen Herz die Tugend
+ So vieler königlicher Ahnen rollt.
+ Ermannen Sie sich, edler Prinz. -- Der Enkel
+ Des großen Carls fängt frisch zu ringen an,
+ Wo andrer Menschen Kinder muthlos enden.
+\3 Zu spät! O Gott, es ist zu spät! \\
+\2 Ein Mann
+ Zu sein? O Carl! wie groß wird unsre Tugend,
+ Wenn unser Herz bei ihrer Uebung bricht!
+ Hoch stellte Sie die Vorsicht -- höher, Prinz,
+ Als Millionen Ihrer andern Brüder.
+ Parteilich gab sie ihrem Liebling, was
+ Sie andern nahm, und Millionen fragen:
+ Verdiente Der im Mutterleibe schon,
+ Mehr als wir andern Sterblichen zu gelten?
+ Auf, retten Sie des Himmels Billigkeit!
+ \textit{Verdienen} Sie, der Welt voran zu gehn,
+ Und opfern Sie, was Keiner opferte!
+\3 Das kann ich auch. -- Sie zu erkämpfen, hab'
+ Ich Riesenkraft; Sie zu verlieren, keine.
+\2 Gestehen Sie es, Carlos -- Trotz ist es
+ Und Bitterkeit und Stolz, was Ihre Wünsche
+ So wüthend nach der Mutter zieht. Die Liebe,
+ Das Herz, das Sie verschwenderisch mir opfern,
+ Gehört den Reichen an, die Sie dereinst
+ Regieren sollen. Sehen Sie, Sie prassen
+ Von Ihres Mündels anvertrautem Gut.
+ Die Liebe ist Ihr großes Amt. Bis jetzt
+ Verirrte sie zur Mutter. -- Bringen Sie
+ O, bringen Sie sie Ihren künft'gen Reichen
+ Und fühlen Sie, statt Dolchen des Gewissens,
+ Die Wollust, Gott zu sein. Elisabeth
+ War Ihre erste Liebe; Ihre zweite
+ Sei Spanien. Wie gerne, guter Carl,
+ Will ich der besseren Geliebten weichen!
+\3 \[wirft sich, von Empfindung überwältigt, zu ihren Füßen\]
+ Wie groß sind Sie, o Himmlische! -- Ja, Alles,
+ Was Sie verlangen, will ich thun. -- Es sei!
+ \[Er steht auf\]
+ Hier steh' ich in der Allmacht Hand und schwöre
+ Und schwöre Ihnen, schwöre ewiges --
+ O Himmel, nein! nur ewiges Verstummen,
+ Doch ewiges Vergessen nicht. \\
+\2 Wie könnt' ich
+ Von Carlos fordern, was ich selbst zu leisten
+ Nicht Willens bin? \\
+\10 \[eilt aus der Allee\] Der König! \\
+\2 Gott! \\
+\10 Hinweg,
+ Hinweg aus dieser Gegend, Prinz! \\
+\2 Sein Argwohn
+ Ist fürchterlich, erblickt er Sie -- \\
+\3 Ich bleibe.
+\2 Und wer wird dann das Opfer sein? \\
+\3 \[zieht den Marquis am Arme\] Fort, fort!
+ Komm, Roderich! \\
+ \[Er geht und kommt noch einmal zurück\]
+ Was darf ich mit mir nehmen?
+\2 Die Freundschaft Ihrer Mutter. \\
+\3 Freundschaft! Mutter!
+\2 Und diese Thränen aus den Niederlanden.
+
+\[Sie gibt ihm einige Briefe. Carl und der Marquis gehen ab. Die Königin
+sieht sich unruhig nach ihren Damen um, welche sich nirgends erblicken
+lassen. Wie sie nach dem Hintergrunde zurückgehen will, erscheint der
+König\]
+
+\Auftritt % 1.6
+
+\(\1. \2. Herzog Alba. Graf Lerma. Domingo. Einige Damen und
+Granden, welche in der Entfernung zurückbleiben\)
+
+\1 \[sieht mit Befremdung umher und schweigt eine Zeitlang\]
+ Was seh' ich? Sie hier? So allein, Madame?
+ Und auch nicht \textit{eine} Dame zur Begleitung?
+ Das wundert mich -- wo blieben Ihre Frauen?
+\2 Mein gnädigster Gemahl -- \\
+\1 Warum allein?
+ \[Zum Gefolge\] Von diesem unverzeihlichen Versehn
+ Soll man die strengste Rechenschaft mir geben.
+ Wer hat das Hofamt bei der Königin?
+ Wen traf der Rang, sie heute zu bedienen?
+\2 O, zürnen Sie nicht, mein Gemahl -- ich selbst,
+ Ich bin die Schuldige -- -- auf mein Geheiß
+ Entfernte sich die Fürstin Eboli.
+\1 Auf Ihr Geheiß? \\
+\2 Die Kammerfrau zu rufen,
+ Weil ich nach der Infantin mich gesehnt.
+\1 Und darum die Begleitung weggeschickt?
+ Doch dies entschuldigt nur die erste Dame.
+ Wo war die zweite? \\
+\7 \[welche indes zurückgekommen ist und sich unter die übrigen
+Damen gemischt hat, tritt hervor\] Ihre Majestät,
+ Ich fühle, daß ich strafbar bin -- \\
+\1 Deßwegen
+ Vergönn' ich Ihnen zehen Jahre Zeit,
+ Fern von Madrid darüber nachzudenken.
+\[Die Marquisin tritt mit weinenden Augen zurück. Allgemeines
+Stillschweigen. Alle Umstehenden sehen bestürzt auf die Königin\]
+\2 Marquisin, \textit{wen} beweinen Sie? \\ \[Zum König\]
+ Hab' ich
+ Gefehlt, mein gnädigster Gemahl, so sollte
+ Die Königskrone dieses Reichs, wornach
+ Ich selber nie gegriffen habe, mich
+ Zum mindesten vor dem Erröthen schützen.
+ Gibt's ein Gesetz in diesem Königreich,
+ Das vor Gericht Monarchentöchter fordert?
+ Bloß Zwang bewacht die Frauen Spaniens?
+ Schützt sie ein Zeuge mehr als ihre Tugend?
+ Und jetzt Vergebung, mein Gemahl. -- Ich bin
+ Es nicht gewohnt, die mir mit Freude dienten,
+ In Thränen zu entlassen. -- Mondecar!
+ \[Sie nimmt ihren Gürtel ab und überreicht ihn der Marquisin\]
+ Den König haben Sie erzürnt -- nicht mich --
+ Drum nehmen Sie dies Denkmal meiner Gnade
+ In dieser Stunde. -- Meiden Sie das Reich --
+ Sie haben nur in Spanien gesündigt;
+ In meinem Frankreich wischt man solche Thränen
+ Mit Freuden ab. -- O, muß mich's ewig mahnen?
+ \[Sie lehnt sich an die Oberhofmeisterin und bedeckt das Gesicht\]
+ In meinem Frankreich war's doch anders. \\
+\1 \[in einiger Bewegung\] Konnte
+ Ein Vorwurf meiner Liebe Sie betrüben?
+ Ein Wort betrüben, das die zärtlichste
+ Bekümmerniß auf meine Lippen legte?
+ \[Er wendet sich gegen die Grandezza\]
+ Hier stehen die Vasallen meines Throns:
+ Sank je ein Schlaf auf meine Augenlieder,
+ Ich hätte denn am Abend jedes Tags
+ Berechnet, wie die Herzen meiner Völker
+ In meinen fernsten Himmelsstrichen schlagen? --
+ Und sollt' ich ängstlicher für meinen Thron
+ Als für die Gattin meines Herzens beben? --
+ Für meine Völker haftet mir mein Schwert
+ Dies Auge nur Für meines Weibes Liebe.
+\2 Verdien ich diesen Argwohn, Sire? \\
+\1 Ich heiße
+ Der reichste Mann in der getauften Welt;
+ Die Sonne geht in meinem Staat nicht unter --
+ Doch alles Das besaß ein Andrer schon,
+ Wird nach mir mancher Andre noch besitzen.
+ \textit{Das} ist mein eigen. Was der König hat,
+ Gehört dem Glück. -- Elisabeth dem Philipp.
+ Hier ist die Stelle, wo ich sterblich bin.
+\2 Sie fürchten, Sire? \\
+\1 Dies graue Haar doch nicht?
+ Wenn ich einmal zu fürchten angefangen,
+ Hab' ich zu fürchten aufgehört -- \\
+\[Zu den Granden\] Ich zähle
+ Die Großen meines Hofs -- der erste fehlt.
+ Wo ist Don Carlos, mein Infant? \\
+ \[Niemand antwortet\] Der Knabe
+ Don Carl fängt an mir fürchterlich zu werden.
+ Er meidet meine Gegenwart, seitdem
+ Er von Alcalas hoher Schule kam.
+ Sein Blut ist heiß, warum sein Blick so kalt?
+ So abgemessen festlich sein Betragen?
+ Seid wachsam. Ich empfehl' es euch. \\
+\11 Ich bin's.
+ So lang' ein Herz an diesen Panzer schlägt,
+ Mag sich Don Philipp ruhig schlafen legen.
+ Wie Gottes Cherub vor dem Paradies,
+ Steht Herzog Alba vor dem Thron. \\
+\12 Darf ich
+ Dem weisesten der Könige in Demuth
+ Zu widersprechen wagen? -- Allzu tief
+ Verehr' ich meines Königs Majestät,
+ Als seinen Sohn so rasch und streng zu richten.
+ Ich fürchte viel von Carlos' heißem Blut,
+ Doch nichts von seinem Herzen. \\
+\1 Graf von Lerma,
+ Ihr redet gut, den Vater zu bestechen;
+ Des Königs Stütze wird der Herzog sein --
+ Nichts mehr davon -- \\ \[Er wendet sich gegen sein Gefolge\]
+ Jetzt eil' ich nach Madrid.
+ Mich ruft mein königliches Amt. Die Pest
+ Der Ketzerei steckt meine Völker an,
+ Der Aufruhr wächst in meinen Niederlanden.
+ Es ist die höchste Zeit. Ein schauerndes
+ Exempel soll die Irrenden bekehren.
+ Den großen Eid, den alle Könige
+ Der Christenheit geloben, lös' ich morgen.
+ Dies Blutgericht soll ohne Beispiel sein;
+ Mein ganzer Hof ist feierlich geladen.
+
+\[Er führt die Königin hinweg, die Uebrigen folgen\]
+
+\Auftritt % 1.7
+
+\(\1, mit Briefen in der Hand, \10 kommen von der entgegengesetzten Seite\)
+
+\3 Ich bin entschlossen. Flandern sei gerettet.
+ Sie will es -- Das ist mir genug. \\
+\10 Auch ist
+ Kein Augenblick mehr zu verlieren. Herzog
+ Von Alba, sagt, man, ist im Kabinet
+ Bereits zum Gouverneur ernannt. \\
+\3 Gleich morgen
+ Verlang' ich Audienz bei meinem Vater.
+ Ich fordre dieses Amt für mich. Es ist
+ Die erste Bitte, die ich an ihn wage.
+ Er kann sie mir nicht weigern. Lange schon
+ Sieht er mich ungern in Madrid. Welch ein
+ Willkommner Vorwand, mich entfernt zu halten!
+ Und -- soll ich dir's gestehen, Roderich? --
+ Ich hoffe mehr -- Vielleicht gelingt es mir,
+ Von Angesicht zu Angesicht mit ihm
+ In seiner Gunst mich wieder herzustellen.
+ Er hat noch nie die Stimme der Natur
+ Gehört -- laß mich versuchen, Roderich,
+ Was sie auf meinen Lippen wird vermögen.
+\10 Jetzt endlich hör' ich meinen Carlos wieder,
+ Jetzt sind Sie wieder ganz Sie selbst. \\
+
+
+\Auftritt % 1.8
+
+\(Vorige. Graf Lerma\)
+
+ \12 So eben
+ Hat der Monarch Aranjuez verlassen.
+ Ich habe den Befehl -- \\
+\3 Schon gut, Graf Lerma,
+ Ich treffe mit dem König ein. \\
+\10 \[macht Miene, sich zu entfernen. Mit einigem Ceremoniell\]
+ Sonst haben
+ Mir Eure Hoheit nichts mehr aufzutragen?
+\3 Nichts, Chevalier. Ich wünsche Ihnen Glück
+ Zu Ihrer Ankunft in Madrid. Sie werden
+ Noch Mehreres von Flandern mir erzählen.
+ \[Zu Lerma, welcher noch wartet\]
+ Ich folge gleich. \\ \[Graf Lerma geht ab\]
+
+\Auftritt % 1.9
+
+\(Don Carlos. Der Marquis\)
+
+\3 Ich habe dich verstanden.
+ Ich danke dir. Doch diesen Zwang entschuldigt
+ Nur eines Dritten Gegenwart. Sind wir
+ Nicht Brüder? -- Dieses Possenspiel des Ranges
+ Sei künftighin aus unserm Bund verwiesen!
+ Berede dich, wir Beide hätten uns
+ Auf einem Ball mit Masken eingefunden,
+ In Sklavenkleidern du, und ich aus Laune
+ In einen Purpur eingemummt. So lange
+ Der Fasching währt, verehren wir die Lüge,
+ Der Rolle treu, mit lächerlichem Ernst,
+ Den süßen Rausch des Haufens nicht zu stören.
+ Doch durch die Larve winkt dein Carl dir zu,
+ Du drückst mir im Vorübergehn die Hände,
+ Und wir verstehen uns. \\
+\10 Der Traum ist göttlich.
+ Doch wird er nie verfliegen? Ist mein Carl
+ Auch seiner so gewiß, den Reizungen
+ Der unumschränkten Majestät zu trotzen?
+ Noch ist ein großer Tag zurück -- ein Tag --
+ Wo dieser Heldensinn -- ich will Sie mahnen --
+ In einer schweren Probe sinken wird.
+ Don Philipp stirbt. Carl erbt das größte Reich
+ Der Christenheit. -- Ein ungeheurer Spalt
+ Reißt vom Geschlecht der Sterblichen ihn los,
+ Und Gott ist heut, wer gestern Mensch noch war.
+ Jetzt hat er keine Schwächen mehr. Die Pflichten
+ Der Ewigkeit verstummen ihm. Die Menschheit
+ -- Noch heut ein großes Wort in seinem Ohr --
+ Verkauft sich selbst und kriecht um ihren Götzen.
+ Sein Mitgefühl löscht mit dem Leiden aus,
+ In Wollüsten ermattet seine Tugend,
+ Für seine Thorheit schickt ihm Peru Gold,
+ Für seine Laster zieht sein Hof ihm Teufel.
+ Er schläft berauscht in diesem Himmel ein,
+ Den seine Sklaven listig um ihn schufen.
+ Lang, wie sein Traum, währt seine Gottheit. -- Wehe
+ Dem Rasenden, der ihn mitleidig weckte.
+ Was aber würde Roderich? -- Die Freundschaft
+ Ist wahr und kühn -- die kranke Majestät
+ Hält ihren fürchterlichen Strahl nicht aus.
+ Den Trotz des Bürgers würden Sie nicht dulden,
+ Ich nicht den Stolz des Fürsten. \\
+\3 Wahr und schrecklich
+ Ist dein Gemälde von Monarchen. Ja,
+ Ich glaube dir. -- Doch nur die Wollust schloß
+ Dem Laster ihre Herzen auf. Ich bin
+ Noch rein, ein dreiundzwanzigjähr'ger Jüngling.
+ Was vor mir Tausende gewissenlos
+ In schwelgenden Umarmungen verpraßten,
+ Des Geistes beste Hälfte, Männerkraft,
+ Hab' ich dem künft'gen Herrscher aufgehoben.
+ Was könnte dich aus meinem Herzen drängen,
+ Wenn es nicht Weiber thun? \\
+\10 Ich selbst. Könnt' ich
+ So innig Sie noch lieben, Carl, wenn ich
+ Sie fürchten müßte? \\
+\3 Das wird nie geschehen.
+ Bedarfst du meiner? Hast du Leidenschaften,
+ Die von dem Throne betteln? Reizt dich Gold?
+ Du bist ein reichrer Unterthan, als ich
+ Ein König je sein werde. -- Geizest du
+ Nach Ehre? Schon als Jüngling hattest du
+ Ihr Maß erschöpft -- du hast sie ausgeschlagen.
+ Wer von uns wird der Gläubiger des Andern,
+ Und wer der Schuldner sein? -- Du schweigst? Du zitterst
+ Vor der Versuchung? Nicht gewisser bist
+ Du deiner selbst? \\
+\10 Wohlan. Ich weiche.
+ Hier meine Hand. \\
+\3 Der Meinige? \\
+\10 Auf ewig
+ Und in des Worts verwegenster Bedeutung.
+\3 So treu und warm, wie heute dem Infanten,
+ Auch dermaleinst dem König zugethan?
+\10 Das schwör' ich Ihnen. \\
+\3 Dann auch, wenn der Wurm
+ Der Schmeichelei mein unbewachtes Herz
+ Umklammerte -- wenn dieses Auge Thränen
+ Verlernte, die es sonst geweint -- dies Ohr
+ Dem Flehen sich verriegelte, willst du,
+ Ein schreckenloser Hüter meiner Tugend,
+ Mich kräftig fassen, meinen Genius
+ Bei seinem großen Namen rufen? \\
+\10 Ja.
+\3 Und jetzt noch eine Bitte! Nenn' mich Du.
+ Ich habe deines Gleichen stets beneidet
+ Um dieses Vorrecht der Vertraulichkeit.
+ Dies brüderliche \textit{Du} betrügt mein Ohr,
+ Mein Herz mit süßen Ahnungen von Gleichheit.
+ -- Keinen Einwurf -- Was du sagen willst, errath' ich.
+ Dir ist es Kleinigkeit, ich weiß -- doch mir,
+ Dem Königssohne, ist es viel. Willst du
+ Mein Bruder sein? \\
+\10 Dein Bruder! \\
+\3 Jetzt zum König.
+ Ich fürchte nichts mehr -- Arm in Arm mit dir,
+ So fordr' ich mein Jahrhundert in die Schranken.
+
+\[Sie gehen ab\]
+
+
+\Akt
+% 2
+
+\(Im königlichen Palast zu Madrid\)
+
+\Auftritt % 2.1
+
+\(König Philipp unter einem Thronhimmel. Herzog Alba in einiger
+Entfernung von dem König, mit bedecktem Haupt. Carlos \)
+
+\3 Den Vortritt hat das Königreich. Sehr gerne
+ Steht Carlos dem Minister nach. Er spricht
+ Für Spanien -- ich bin der Sohn des Hauses.
+\[Er tritt mit einer Verbeugung zurück\]
+\01 Der Herzog bleibt, und der Infant mag reden.
+\3 \[sich gegen Alba wendend\]
+ So muß ich denn von \textit{Ihrer} Großmuth, Herzog,
+ Den König mir als ein Geschenk erbitten.
+ Ein Kind -- Sie wissen ja -- kann Mancherlei
+ An seinen Vater auf dem Herzen tragen,
+ Das nicht für einen Dritten taugt. Der König
+ Soll Ihnen unbenommen sein -- ich will
+ Den Vater nur für diese kurze Stunde.
+\01 Hier steht sein Freund. \\
+\3 Hab' ich es auch verdient,
+ Den meinigen im Herzog zu vermuthen?
+\01 Auch je verdienen mögen? -- Mir gefallen
+ Die Söhne nicht, die beßre Wahlen treffen,
+ Als ihre Väter. \\
+\3 Kann der Ritterstolz
+ Des Herzogs Alba diesen Auftritt hören?
+ So wahr ich lebe, den Zudringlichen,
+ Der zwischen Sohn und Vater unberufen
+ Sich einzudringen nicht erröthet, der
+ In seines Nichts durchbohrendem Gefühle
+ So dazustehen sich verdammt, möcht' ich
+ Bei Gott -- und gält's ein Diadem -- nicht spielen.
+\01 \[verläßt seinen Sitz mit einem zornigen Blick auf den Prinzen\]
+ Entfernt Euch, Herzog! \\
+\[Dieser geht nach der Hauptthüre, durch welche Carlos gekommen war; der
+König winkt ihm nach einer andern\]
+ Nein, ins Kabinet,
+ Bis ich Euch rufe. \\
+
+\Auftritt % 2.2
+
+\(König Philipp. Don Carlos\)
+
+\3 \[geht, sobald der Herzog das Zimmer verlassen hat, auf den König
+zu und fällt vor ihm nieder, im Ausdruck der höchsten Empfindung\]
+ Jetzt mein Vater wieder,
+ Jetzt wieder mein, und meinen besten Dank
+ Für diese Gnade. -- Ihre Hand, mein Vater. --
+ O süßer Tag! -- Die Wonne dieses Kusses
+ War Ihrem Kinde lange nicht gegönnt.
+ Warum von Ihrem Herzen mich so lange
+ Verstoßen, Vater? Was hab' ich gethan?
+\01 Infant, dein Herz weiß nichts von diesen Künsten.
+ Erspare sie, ich mag sie nicht. \\
+\3 \[aufstehend\] Das war es!
+ Da hör' ich Ihre Höflinge -- Mein Vater!
+ Es ist nicht gut, bei Gott! nicht Alles gut,
+ Nicht Alles, was ein Priester sagt, nicht Alles,
+ Was eines Priesters Creaturen sagen.
+ Ich bin nicht schlimm, mein Vater -- heißes Blut
+ Ist meine Bosheit, mein Verbrechen Jugend.
+ Schlimm bin ich nicht, schlimm wahrlich nicht -- wenn auch
+ Oft wilde Wallungen mein Herz verklagen,
+ Mein Herz ist gut -- \\
+\01 Dein Herz ist rein, ich weiß es,
+ Wie dein Gebet. \\
+\3 Jetzt oder nie! -- Wir sind allein.
+ Der Etikette bange Scheidewand
+ Ist zwischen Sohn und Vater eingesunken.
+ Jetzt oder nie! Ein Sonnenstrahl der Hoffnung
+ Glänzt in mir auf, und eine süße Ahnung
+ Fliegt durch mein Herz -- Der ganze Himmel beugt
+ Mit Schaaren froher Engel sich herunter,
+ Voll Rührung sieht der Dreimalheilige
+ Dem großen schönen Auftritt zu! -- Mein Vater!
+ Versöhnung! \\\[Er fällt ihm zu Füßen\]
+\01 Laß mich und steh auf! \\
+\3 Versöhnung!
+\01 \[will sich von ihm losreißen\]
+ Zu kühn wird mir dies Gaukelspiel -- \\
+\3 Zu kühn
+ Die Liebe deines Kindes? \\
+\01 Vollends Thränen?
+ Unwürd'ger Anblick! -- Geh aus meinen Augen.
+\3 Jetzt oder nie! -- Versöhnung, Vater! \\
+\01 Weg
+ Aus meinen Augen! Komm mit Schmach bedeckt
+ Aus meinen Schlachten, meine Arme sollen
+ Geöffnet sein, dich zu empfangen -- So
+ Verwerf' ich dich. -- Die feige Schuld allein
+ Wird sich in solchen Quellen schimpflich waschen.
+ Wer zu bereuen nicht erröthet, wird
+ Sich Reue nie ersparen. \\
+\3 Wer ist das?
+ Durch welchen Mißverstand hat dieser Fremdling
+ Zu Menschen sich verirrt? -- Die ewige
+ Beglaubigung der Menschheit sind ja Thränen,
+ Sein Aug' ist trocken, ihn gebar kein Weib --
+ O, zwingen Sie die nie benetzten Augen,
+ Noch zeitig Thränen einzulernen, sonst,
+ Sonst möchten Sie's in einer harten Stunde
+ Noch nachzuholen haben.
+\01 Denkst du den schweren Zweifel deines Vaters
+ Mit schönen Worten zu erschüttern? \\
+\3 Zweifel?
+ Ich will ihn tilgen, diesen Zweifel -- will
+ Mich hängen an das Vaterherz, will reißen,
+ Will mächtig reißen an dem Vaterherzen,
+ Bis dieses Zweifels felsenfeste Rinde
+ Von diesem Herzen niederfällt. -- Wer sind sie,
+ Die mich aus meines Königs Gunst vertrieben?
+ Was bot der Mönch dem Vater für den Sohn?
+ Was wird ihm Alba für ein kinderlos
+ Verscherztes Leben zur Vergütung geben?
+ Sie wollen Liebe? -- Hier in diesem Busen
+ Springt eine Quelle, frischer, feuriger,
+ Als in den trüben, sumpfigsten Behältern,
+ Die Philipps Gold erst öffnen muß. \\
+\01 Vermeßner,
+ Halt ein! -- Die Männer, die du wagst zu schmähn,
+ Sind die geprüften Diener meiner Wahl,
+ Und du wirst sie verehren. \\
+\3 Nimmermehr.
+ Ich fühle mich. Was Ihre Alba leisten,
+ Das kann auch Carl, und Carl kann mehr. Was fragt
+ Ein Miethling nach dem Königreich, das nie
+ Sein eigen sein wird? -- Was bekümmert's \textit{den},
+ Wenn Philipps graue Haare weiß sich färben?
+ Ihr Carlos hätte Sie geliebt. -- Mir graut
+ Vor dem Gedanken, einsam und allein,
+ Auf einem \textit{Thron} allein zu sein. -- \\
+\01 \[von diesen Worten ergriffen, steht nachdenkend und in sich
+gekehrt. Nach einer Pause\] Ich \textit{bin} allein.
+\3 \[mit Lebhaftigkeit und Wärme auf ihn zugehend\]
+ Sie sind's gewesen. Hassen Sie mich nicht mehr,
+ Ich will Sie kindlich, will Sie feurig lieben,
+ Nur hassen Sie mich nicht mehr. -- Wie entzückend
+ Und süß ist es, in einer schönen Seele
+ Verherrlicht uns zu fühlen, es zu wissen,
+ Daß unsre Freude fremde Wangen röthet,
+ Daß unsre Angst in fremdem Busen zittert,
+ Daß unsre Leiden fremde Augen wässern!
+ Wie schön ist es und herrlich, Hand in Hand
+ Mit einem theuern, vielgeliebten Sohn
+ Der Jugend Rosenbahn zurück zu eilen,
+ Des Lebens Traum noch einmal durchzuträumen!
+ Wie groß und süß, in seines Kindes Tugend
+ Unsterblich, unvergänglich fortzudauern,
+ Wohlthätig für Jahrhunderte! -- Wie schön,
+ Zu pflanzen, was ein lieber Sohn einst erntet,
+ Zu sammeln, was ihm wuchern wird, zu ahnen,
+ Wo hoch sein Dank einst flammen wird! -- Mein Vater,
+ Von diesem Erdenparadiese schwiegen
+ Sehr weislich ihre Mönche. \\
+\01 \[nicht ohne Rührung\] O, mein Sohn,
+ Mein Sohn! du brichst dir selbst den Stab. Sehr reizend
+ Malst du ein Glück, das -- du mir nie gewährtest.
+\3 Das richte der Allwissende! -- Sie selbst,
+ \textit{Sie} schlossen mich, wie aus dem Vaterherzen,
+ Von Ihres Scepters Anteil aus. Bis jetzt,
+ Bis diesen Tag -- o, war das gut, war's billig? --
+ Bis jetzt mußt' ich, der Erbprinz Spaniens,
+ In Spanien ein Fremdling sein, Gefangner
+ Auf diesem Grund, wo ich einst Herr sein werde.
+ War das gerecht, war's gütig? -- O, wie oft,
+ Wie oft, mein Vater, sah ich schamroth nieder,
+ Wenn die Gesandten fremder Potentaten,
+ Wenn Zeitungsblätter mir das Neueste
+ Vom Hofe zu Aranjuez erzählten!
+\01 Zu heftig braust das Blut in deinen Adern.
+ Du würdest nur zerstören. \\
+\3 Geben Sie
+ Mir zu zerstören, Vater. -- Heftig braust's
+ In meine Adern -- Dreiundzwanzig Jahre,
+ Und nichts für die Unsterblichkeit gethan!
+ Ich bin erwacht, ich fühle mich. -- Mein Ruf
+ Zum Königsthron pocht, wie ein Gläubiger,
+ Aus meinem Schlummer mich empor, und alle
+ Verlornen Stunden meiner Jugend mahnen
+ Mich laut wie Ehrenschulden. Er ist da,
+ Der große, schöne Augenblick, der endlich
+ Des hohen Pfundes Zinsen von mir fordert:
+ Mich ruft die Weltgeschichte, Ahnenruhm
+ Und des Gerüchtes donnernde Posaune.
+ Nun ist die Zeit gekommen, mir des Ruhmes
+ Glorreiche Schranken aufzuthun. -- Mein König,
+ Darf ich die Bitte auszusprechen wagen,
+ Die mich hieher geführt? \\
+\01 Noch eine Bitte?
+ Entdecke sie. \\
+\3 Der Aufruhr in Brabant
+ Wächst drohend an. Der Starrsinn der Rebellen
+ Heischt starke, kluge Gegenwehr. Die Wuth
+ Der Schwärmer zu bezähmen, soll der Herzog
+ Ein Heer nach Flandern führen, von dem König
+ Mit souveräner Vollmacht ausgestattet.
+ Wie ehrenvoll ist dieses Amt, wie ganz
+ Dazu geeignet, Ihren Sohn im Tempel
+ Des Ruhmes einzuführen! -- Mir, mein König,
+ Mir übergeben Sie das Heer. Mich lieben
+ Die Niederländer; ich erkühne mich,
+ Mein Blut für ihre Treue zu verbürgen.
+\01 Du redest, wie ein Träumender. Dies Amt
+ Will einen Mann und keinen Jüngling -- \\
+\3 Will
+ Nur einen Menschen, Vater, und das ist
+ Das Einzige, was Alba nie gewesen.
+\01 Und Schrecken bändigt die Empörung nur.
+ Erbarmung hieße Wahnsinn. -- Deine Seele
+ Ist weich, mein Sohn, der Herzog wird gefürchtet --
+ Steh ab von deiner Bitte. \\
+\3 Schicken Sie
+ Mich mit dem Heer nach Flandern, wagen Sie's
+ Auf meine weiche Seele. Schon der Name
+ Des königlichen Sohnes, der voraus
+ Vor meinen Fahnen fliegen wird, erobert,
+ Wo Herzog Albas Henker nur verheeren.
+ Aus meinen Knieen bitt' ich drum. Es ist
+ Die erste Bitte meines Lebens -- Vater,
+ Vertrauen Sie mir Flandern -- \\
+\01 \[den Infanten mit einem durchdringenden Blick betrachtend\]
+ Und zugleich
+ Mein bestes Kriegsheer deiner Herrschbegierde?
+ Das Messer meinem Mörder? \\
+\3 O mein Gott!
+ Bin ich nicht weiter, und ist das die Frucht
+ Von dieser längst erbetnen großen Stunde?
+ \[Nach einigem Nachdenken, mit gemildertem Ernst\]
+ Antworten Sie mir sanfter! Schicken Sie
+ Mich so nicht weg! Mit dieser übeln Antwort
+ Möcht' ich nicht gern entlassen sein, nicht gern
+ Entlassen sein mit diesem schweren Herzen.
+ Behandeln Sie mich gnädiger. Es ist
+ Mein dringendes Bedürfniß, ist mein letzter,
+ Verzweifelter Versuch -- ich kann's nicht fassen,
+ Nicht standhaft tragen wie ein Mann, daß Sie
+ Mir Alles, Alles, Alles so verweigern.
+ Jetzt lassen Sie mich von sich. Unerhört,
+ Von tausend süßen Ahnungen betrogen,
+ Geh' ich aus Ihrem Angesicht. -- Ihr Alba
+ Und Ihr Domingo werden siegreich thronen,
+ Wo jetzt Ihr Kind im Staub geweint. Die Schaar
+ Der Höflinge, die bebende Grandezza,
+ Der Mönche sünderbleiche Zunft war Zeuge,
+ Als Sie mir feierlich Gehör geschenkt.
+ Beschämen Sie mich nicht! So tödtlich, Vater,
+ Verwunden Sie mich nicht, dem frechen Hohn
+ Des Hofgesindes schimpflich mich zu opfern,
+ Daß Fremdlinge von Ihrer Gnade schwelgen,
+ Ihr Carlos nichts erbitten kann. Zum Pfande,
+ Daß Sie mich ehren wollen, schicken Sie
+ Mich mit dem Heer nach Flandern. \\
+\01 Wiederhole
+ Dies Wort nicht mehr, bei deines Königs Zorn.
+\3 Ich wage meines Königs Zorn und bitte
+ Zum letzten Mal -- Vertrauen Sie mir Flandern.
+ Ich soll und muß aus Spanien. Mein Hiersein
+ Ist Athemholen unter Henkershand --
+ Schwer liegt der Himmel zu Madrid auf mir,
+ Wie das Bewußtsein eines Mords. Nur schnelle
+ Veränderung des Himmels kann mich heilen.
+ Wenn Sie mich retten wollen -- schicken Sie
+ Mich ungesäumt nach Flandern. \\
+\01 \[mit erzwungener Gelassenheit\] \textit{Solche} Kranke
+ Wie du, mein Sohn, verlangen gute Pflege
+ Und wohnen unterm Aug' des Arzts. Du bleibst
+ In Spanien; der Herzog geht nach Flandern.
+\3 \[außer sich\] O, jetzt umringt mich, gute Geister -- \\
+\01 \[der einen Schritt zurücktritt\] Halt!
+ Was wollen diese Mienen sagen? \\
+\3 \[mit schwankender Stimme\] Vater,
+ Unwiderruflich bleibt's bei \textit{der} Entscheidung?
+\01 Sie kam vom König. \\
+\3 Mein Geschäft ist aus.
+
+\[Geht ab in heftiger Bewegung\]
+
+\Auftritt % 2.3
+
+\(Philipp bleibt eine Zeitlang in düstres Nachdenken versunken stehen --
+endlich geht er einige Schritte im Saal auf und nieder. Alba nähert sich
+verlegen\)
+
+\01 Seid jede Stunde des Befehls gewärtig,
+ Nach Brüssel abzugehen. \\
+\11 Alles steht
+ Bereit, mein König. \\
+\01 Eure Vollmacht liegt
+ Versiegelt schon im Kabinet. Indessen
+ Nehmt Euren Urlaub von der Königin
+ Und zeiget Euch zum Abschied dem Infanten.
+\11 Mit den Geberden eines Wüthenden
+ Sah ich ihn eben diesen Saal verlassen.
+ Auch Eure königliche Majestät
+ Sind außer sich und scheinen tief bewegt -
+ Vielleicht der Inhalt des Gesprächs? \\
+\01 \[nach einigem Auf- und Niedergehen\] Der Inhalt
+ War Herzog Alba.\\
+ \[Der König bleibt mit dem Aug' auf ihm haften, finster\]
+ -- Gerne mag ich hören,
+ Daß Carlos meine Räthe \textit{haßt}, doch mit
+ Verdruß entdeck' ich, daß er sie \textit{verachtet}.
+\11 \[entfärbt sich und will auffahren\]
+\01 Jetzt keine Antwort. Ich erlaube Euch,
+ Den Prinzen zu versöhnen. \\
+\11 Sire! \\
+\01 Sagt an:
+ Wer war es doch, der mich zum ersten Mal
+ Vor meines Sohnes schwarzem Anschlag warnte?
+ Da hört' ich \textit{Euch} und nicht auch \textit{ihn}. Ich will
+ Die Probe wagen, Herzog. Künftighin
+ Steht Carlos meinem Throne näher. Geht.
+
+\[Der König begibt sich in das Kabinet. Der Herzog entfernt sich durch
+eine andere Thüre\]
+
+\Szene{Ein Vorsaal vor dem Zimmer der Königin}
+\Auftritt % 2.4
+
+
+\(Don Carlos kommt im Gespräch mit einem Pagen durch die Mittelthüre.
+Die Hofleute, welche sich im Vorsaal befinden, zerstreuen sich bei seiner
+Ankunft in den angrenzenden Zimmern\)
+
+\3 Ein Brief an mich? -- Wozu denn dieser Schlüssel?
+ Und Beides mir so heimlich überliefert?
+ Komm näher. -- Wo empfingst du das? \\
+\19 \[geheimnißvoll\] Wie mich
+ Die Dame merken lassen, will sie lieber
+ Errathen, als beschrieben sein -- \\
+\3 \[zurückfahrend\] Die Dame?
+ \[Indem er den Pagen genauer betrachtet\]
+ Was? -- Wie? -- Wer bist du denn? \\
+\19 Ein Edelknabe
+ Von Ihrer Majestät der Königin --
+\3 \[erschrocken auf ihn zugehend und ihm die Hand auf den Mund drückend\] %
+ Du bist des Todes. Halt! Ich weiß genug.
+\[Er reißt hastig das Siegel auf und tritt an das äußerste Ende des
+Saals, den Brief zu lesen. Unterdessen kommt der Herzog von Alba und geht,
+ohne von dem Prinzen bemerkt zu werden, an ihm vorbei in der Königin
+Zimmer. Carlos fängt an heftig zu zittern und wechselweise zu erblassen
+und zu erröthen. Nachdem er gelesen hat, steht er lange sprachlos, die
+Augen starr auf den Brief geheftet. -- Endlich wendet er sich zu dem
+Pagen\]
+ Sie gab dir selbst den Brief? \\
+\19 Mit eignen Händen.
+\3 Sie gab dir selbst den Brief? -- O, spotte nicht.
+ Noch hab' ich nichts von ihrer Hand gelesen,
+ Ich muß dir glauben, wenn du schwören kannst.
+ Wenn's Lüge war, gesteh' mir's offenherzig
+ Und treibe keinen Spott mit mir. \\
+\19 Mit \textit{wem}?
+\3 \[sieht wieder in den Brief und betrachtet den Pagen mit
+zweifelhafter, forschender Miene. Nachdem er einen Gang durch den Saal
+gemacht hat\] Du hast noch Eltern? Ja? Dein Vater dient
+ Dem Könige und ist ein Kind des Landes?
+\19 Er fiel bei St. Quentin, ein Oberster
+ Der Reiterei des Herzogs von Savoyen,
+ Und hieß Alonzo Graf von Henarez.
+\3 \[indem er ihn bei der Hand nimmt und die Augen bedeutend auf ihn
+heftet\] Den Brief gab dir der König? \\
+\19 \[empfindlich\] Gnäd'ger Prinz,
+ Verdien' ich diesen Argwohn? \\
+\3 \[liest den Brief\] »Dieser Schlüssel öffnet
+ Die hintern Zimmer im Pavillon
+ Der Königin. Das äußerste von allen
+ Stößt seitwärts an ein Kabinet, wohin
+ Noch keines Horchers Fußtritt sich verloren.
+ Hier darf die Liebe frei und laut gestehn,
+ Was sie so lange Winken nur vertraute.
+ Erhörung wartet auf den Furchtsamen,
+ Und schöner Lohn auf den bescheidnen Dulder.«
+ \[Wie aus einer Betäubung erwachend\]
+ Ich träume nicht -- ich rase nicht -- Das ist
+ Mein rechter Arm -- Das ist mein Schwert -- Das sind
+ Geschriebne Silben. Es ist wahr und wirklich,
+ Ich bin geliebt -- ich bin es -- ja, ich bin,
+ Ich bin geliebt!
+\[Außer Fassung durchs Zimmer stürzend und die Arme zum Himmel
+emporgeworfen\]
+\19 So kommen Sie, mein Prinz, ich führe Sie.
+\3 Erst laß mich zu mir selber kommen. -- Zittern
+ Nicht alle Schrecken dieses Glücks noch in mir?
+ Hab' ich so stolz gehofft? Hab' ich das je
+ Zu träumen mir getraut? Wo ist der Mensch,
+ Der sich so schnell gewöhnte, Gott zu sein? -
+ Wer war ich, und wer bin ich nun? Das ist
+ Ein andrer Himmel, eine andre Sonne,
+ Als vorhin da gewesen war -- Sie liebt mich!
+\19 \[will ihn fortführen\]
+ Prinz, Prinz, hier ist der Ort nicht -- Sie vergessen --
+\3 \[von einer plötzlichen Erstarrung ergriffen\]
+ Den König, meinen Vater!\\
+ \[Er läßt den Arm sinken, blickt scheu umher und fängt an sich zu\\sammeln\]%
+ Das ist schrecklich -
+ Ja, ganz recht, Freund. Ich danke dir, ich war
+ So eben nicht ganz bei mir. -- Daß ich das
+ Verschweigen soll, der Seligkeit so viel
+ In diese Brust vermauern soll, ist schrecklich.
+ \[Den Pagen bei der Hand fassend und bei Seite führend\]
+ Was du gesehn -- hörst du? und nicht gesehen,
+ Sei wie ein Sarg in deiner Brust versunken.
+ Jetzt geh. Ich will mich finden. Geh! Man darf
+ Uns hier nicht treffen. Geh -- \\
+\19 \[will fort\]
+\3 Doch halt! doch höre! -
+ \[Der Page kommt zurück. Carlos legt ihm die Hand auf die Schulter und
+sieht ihm ernst und feierlich ins Gesicht\]
+ Du nimmst ein schreckliches Geheimniß mit,
+ Das, jenen starken Giften gleich, die Schale,
+ Worin es aufgefangen wird, zersprengt. -
+ Beherrsche deine Mienen gut. Dein Kopf
+ Erfahre niemals, was dein Busen hütet.
+ Sei wie das todte Sprachrohr, das den Schall
+ Empfängt und wiedergibt und selbst nicht höret.
+ Du bist ein Knabe -- sei es immerhin
+ Und fahre fort, den Fröhlichen zu spielen -
+ Wie gut verstand's die kluge Schreiberin,
+ Der Liebe einen Boten auszulesen!
+ \textit{Hier} sucht der König seine Nattern nicht.
+\19 Und ich, mein Prinz, ich werde stolz drauf sein,
+ Um ein Geheimniß reicher mich zu wissen,
+ Als selbst der König -- \\
+\3 Eitler junger Thor,
+ \textit{Das} ist's, wovor du zittern mußt. -- Geschieht's,
+ Daß wir uns öffentlich begegnen, schüchtern,
+ Mit Unterwerfung nahst du mir. Laß nie
+ Die Eitelkeit zu Winken dich verführen,
+ Wie gnädig der Infant dir sei. Du kannst
+ Nicht schwerer sündigen, mein Sohn, als wenn
+ Du \textit{mir} gefällst. -- Was du mir künftig magst
+ Zu hinterbringen haben, sprich es nie
+ Mit Silben aus, vertrau' es nie den Lippen;
+ Den allgemeinen Fahrweg der Gedanken
+ Betrete deine Zeitung nicht. Du sprichst
+ Mit deinen Wimpern, deinem Zeigefinger;
+ Ich höre dir mit Blicken zu. Die Luft,
+ Das Licht um uns ist Philipps Creatur,
+ Die tauben Wände stehn in seinem Solde --
+ Man kommt -- \[Das Zimmer der Königin öffnet sich, und der Herzog von Alba
+ tritt heraus\] Hinweg! Auf Wiedersehen! \\
+\19 Prinz,
+ Daß Sie das rechte Zimmer nur nicht fehlen! \[Ab\]
+\3 Es ist der Herzog. -- Nein doch, nein! Schon gut!
+ Ich finde mich. \\
+
+\Auftritt % 2.5
+
+\(Don Carlos. Herzog von Alba\)
+
+\11 \[ihm in den Weg tretend\] Zwei Worte, gnäd'ger Prinz.
+\3 Ganz recht -- schon gut -- ein andermal. \[Er will gehen\] \\
+\11 Der Ort
+ Scheint freilich nicht der schicklichste. Vielleicht
+ Gefällt es Eurer königlichen Hoheit,
+ Auf Ihrem Zimmer mir Gehör zu geben?
+\3 Wozu? Das kann hier auch geschehn. -- Nur schnell,
+ Nur kurz -- \\
+\11 Was eigentlich hierbei mich führt,
+ Ist, Eurer Hoheit unterthän'gen Dank
+ Für das Bewußte abzutragen -- \\
+\3 Dank?
+ Mir Dank? Wofür? -- Und Dank von Herzog Alba?
+\11 Denn kaum, daß Sie das Zimmer des Monarchen
+ Verlassen hatten, ward mir angekündigt,
+ Nach Brüssel abzugehen. \\
+\3 Brüssel! So!
+\11 Wem sonst, mein Prinz, als Ihrer gnädigen
+ Verwendung bei des Königs Majestät,
+ Kann ich es zuzuschreiben haben? -- \\
+\3 Mir?
+ Mir ganz und gar nicht -- mir wahrhaftig nicht.
+ Sie reisen -- reisen Sie mit Gott! \\
+\11 Sonst nichts?
+ Das nimmt mich Wunder -- Eure Hoheit hätten
+ Mir weiter nichts nach Flandern aufzutragen?
+\3 Was sonst? was dort? \\
+\11 Dort schien es noch vor Kurzem,
+ Als forderte das Schicksal dieser Länder
+ Don Carlos' eigne Gegenwart. \\
+\3 Wie so?
+ Doch ja -- ja recht -- Das war vorhin -- das ist
+ Auch so ganz gut, recht gut, um so viel besser --
+\11 Ich höre mit Verwunderung -- \\
+\3 \[nicht mit Ironie\] Sie sind
+ Ein großer General -- wer weiß das nicht?
+ Der Neid muß es beschwören. Ich -- ich bin
+ Ein junger Mensch. So hat es auch der König
+ Gemeint. Der König hat ganz Recht, ganz Recht.
+ Ich seh's jetzt ein, ich bin vergnügt, und also
+ Genug davon. Glück auf den Weg. Ich kann
+ Jetzt, wie Sie sehen, schlechterdings -- ich bin
+ So eben etwas überhäuft -- das Weitere
+ Auf morgen, oder wenn Sie wollen, oder
+ Wenn Sie von Brüssel wiederkommen -- \\
+\11 Wie?
+\3 \[nach einigem Stillschweigen, wie er sieht, daß der Herzog noch
+immer bleibt\] Sie nehmen gute Jahrszeit mit. -- Die Reise
+ Geht über Mailand, Lothringen, Burgund
+ Und Deutschland -- Deutschland? -- Recht, in Deutschland war es!
+ Da kenn man Sie! -- Wir haben jetzt April;
+ Mai -- Junius -- im Julius, ganz recht,
+ Und spätestens zu Anfang des Augusts
+ Sind Sie in Brüssel. O, ich zweifle nicht,
+ Man wird sehr bald von Ihren Siegen hören.
+ Sie werden unsers gnädigen Vertrauens
+ Sich werth zu machen wissen. \\
+\11 \[mit Bedeutung\] Werd' ich das
+ In meines Nichts durchbohrendem Gefühle?
+\3 \[nach einigem Stillschweigen, mit Würde und Stolz\]
+ Sie sind empfindlich, Herzog -- und mit Recht.
+ Es war, ich muß bekennen, wenig Schonung
+ Von meiner Seite, Waffen gegen Sie
+ Zu führen, die Sie nicht im Stande sind
+ Mir zu erwiedern. \\
+\11 Nicht im Stande? -- \\
+\3 \[ihm lächelnd die Hand reichend\] Schade,
+ Daß mir's gerade jetzt an Zeit gebricht,
+ Den würd'gen Kampf mit Alba auszufechten.
+ Ein andermal -- \\
+\11 Prinz, wir verrechnen uns
+ Auf ganz verschiedne Weise. Sie zum Beispiel,
+ Sie sehen sich um zwanzig Jahre später,
+ Ich Sie um eben so viel früher. \\
+\3 Nun?
+\11 Und dabei fällt mir ein, wie viele Nächte
+ Bei seiner schönen portugiesischen
+ Gemahlin, Ihrer Mutter, der Monarch
+ Wohl drum gegeben hätte, einen Arm,
+ Wie \textit{diesen}, seiner Krone zu erkaufen!
+ Ihm mocht' es wohl bekannt sein, wie viel leichter
+ Die Sache sei, Monarchen fortzupflanzen,
+ Als Monarchieen -- wie viel schneller man
+ Die Welt mit einem Könige versorge,
+ Als Könige mit einer Welt. \\
+\3 Sehr wahr!
+ Doch, Herzog Alba? doch -- \\
+\11 Und wie viel Blut,
+ Blut \textit{ihres} Volkes fließen mußte, bis
+ Zwei Tropfen \textit{Sie} zum König machen konnten.
+\3 Sehr wahr, bei Gott -- und in zwei Worte Alles
+ Gepreßt, was des Verdienstes Stolz dem Stolze
+ Des Glücks entgegensetzen kann. -- Doch nun
+ Die Anwendung? doch, Herzog Alba? \\
+\11 Wehe
+ Dem zarten Wiegenkinde Majestät,
+ Das seiner Amme spotten kann! Wie sanft
+ Mag's auf dem weichen Kissen unsrer Siege
+ Sich schlafen lassen! An der Krone funkeln
+ Die Perlen nur, und freilich nicht die Wunden,
+ Mit denen sie errungen ward. -- Dies Schwert
+ Schrieb fremden Völkern spanische Gesetze,
+ Es blitzte dem Gekreuzigten voran
+ Und zeichnete dem Samenkorn des Glaubens
+ Auf diesem Welttheil blut'ge Furchen vor:
+ Gott richtete im Himmel, ich auf Erden --
+\3 Gott oder Teufel, gilt gleich viel! Sie waren
+ Sein rechter Arm. Ich weiß das wohl -- und jetzt
+ Nichts mehr davon. Ich bitte. Vor gewissen
+ Erinnerungen möcht' ich gern mich hüten.
+ Ich ehre meines Vaters Wahl. Mein Vater
+ Braucht einen Alba; \textit{daß} er diesen braucht,
+ Das ist es nicht, warum ich ihn beneide.
+ Sie sind ein großer Mann. -- Auch das mag sein --
+ Ich glaub' es fast. Nur, fürcht' ich, kamen Sie
+ Um wenige Jahrtausende zu zeitig.
+ Ein Alba, sollt' ich meinen, war der Mann,
+ Am Ende aller Tage zu erscheinen!
+ Dann, wann des Lasters Riesentrotz die Langmuth
+ Des Himmels aufgezehrt, die reichte Ernte
+ Der Missethat in vollen Halmen steht
+ Und einen Schnitter sonder Beispiel fordert,
+ Dann stehen \textit{Sie} an Ihrem Platz. -- O Gott,
+ Mein Paradies! mein Flandern! -- Doch ich soll
+ Es jetzt nicht denken. Still davon. Man spricht,
+ Sie führten einen Vorrath Blutsentenzen,
+ Im Voraus unterzeichnet, mit? Die Vorsicht
+ Ist lobenswerth. So braucht man sich vor keiner
+ Chicane mehr zu fürchten. -- O mein Vater,
+ Wie schlecht verstand ich deine Meinung! Härte
+ Gab ich dir Schuld, weil du mir ein Geschäft
+ Verweigertest, wo deine Alba glänzen? --
+ Es war der Anfang deiner Achtung. \\
+\11 Prinz,
+ Dies Wort verdiente -- \\
+\3 \[auffahrend\] Was? \\
+\11 Doch \textit{davor} schützt Sie
+ Der Königssohn. \\
+\3 \[nach dem Schwert greifend\]
+ Das fordert Blut! -- Das Schwert
+ Gezogen, Herzog! \\
+\11 \[kalt\] Gegen wen? \\
+\3 \[heftig auf ihn eindringend\] Das Schwert
+ Gezogen, ich durchstoße Sie. \\
+\11 \[zieht\] Wenn es
+ Denn sein muß -- \\
+
+\[Sie fechten\]
+
+\Auftritt % 2.6
+
+\(Die Königin. Don Carlos. Herzog von Alba\)
+
+\2 \[welche erschrocken aus ihrem Zimmer tritt\]
+ Bloße Schwerter!\\
+ \[Zum Prinzen, unwillig und mit gebietender Stimme\]
+ Carlos!
+\3 \[vom Anblick der Königin außer sich gesetzt, läßt den Arm
+sinken, steht ohne Bewegung und sinnlos, dann eilt er auf den Herzog zu
+und küßt ihn\]
+ Versöhnung, Herzog! Alles sei vergeben!
+\[Er wirft sich stumm zu der Königin Füßen, steht dann rasch auf und eilt
+außer Fassung fort\]
+\11 \[der voll Erstaunen dasteht und kein Auge von ihnen verwendet\]
+ Bei Gott, das ist doch seltsam! -- \\
+\2 \[steht einige Augenblicke beunruhigt und zweifelhaft, dann geht
+sie langsam nach ihrem Zimmer, an der Thüre dreht sie sich um\]
+Herzog Alba! \\
+
+\[Der Herzog folgt ihr in das Zimmer\]
+
+\Szene{Ein Kabinet der Prinzessin von Eboli}
+
+\Auftritt % 2.7
+
+\(Die Prinzessin, in einem idealischen Geschmack, schön, aber einfach
+gekleidet, spielt die Laute und singt. Darauf der Page der Königin\)
+
+\08 \[springt schnell auf\] Er kommt!
+\19 \[eilfertig\] Sind Sie allein? Mich wundert sehr,
+ Ihn noch nicht hier zu finden; doch er muß
+ Im Augenblick erscheinen. \\
+\08 \textit{Muß} er? Nun,
+ So \textit{will} er auch -- so ist es ja entschieden --
+\19 Er folgt mir auf den Fersen. -- Gnäd'ge Fürstin,
+ Sie sind geliebt -- geliebt, geliebt wie Sie
+ Kann's Niemand sein und Niemand sein gewesen.
+ Welche eine Scene sah ich an! \\
+\08 \[zieht ihn voll Ungeduld an sich\]
+ Geschwind!
+ Du sprachst mit ihm? Heraus damit! Was sprach er?
+ Wie nahm er sich? Was waren seine Worte?
+ Er schien verlegen, schien bestürzt? Errieth
+ Er die Person, die ihm den Schlüssel schickte?
+ Geschwinde -- oder rieth er nicht? Er rieth
+ Wohl gar nicht? rieth auf eine falsche? -- Nun?
+ Antwortest du mir denn kein Wort? O pfui,
+ Pfui, schäme dich: so hölzern bist du nie,
+ So unerträglich langsam nie gewesen.
+\19 Kann ich zu Worte kommen, Gnädigste?
+ Ich übergab ihm Schlüssel und Billet
+ Im Vorsaal bei der Königin. Er stutzte
+ Und sah mich an, da mir das Wort entwischte,
+ Ein Frauenzimmer sende mich. \\
+\08 Er stutzte?
+ Sehr gut! sehr brav! Nur fort, erzähle weiter.
+\19 Ich wollte mehr noch sagen, da erblaßt' er
+ Und riß den Brief mir aus der Hand und sah
+ Mich drohend an und sagt', er wisse Alles.
+ Den Brief durchlas er mit Bestürzung, fing
+ Auf einmal an zu zittern. \\
+\08 Wisse Alles?
+ Er wisse Alles? Sagt' er das? \\
+\19 Und fragte
+ Mich dreimal, viermal, ob Sie selber, wirklich
+ Sie selber mir den Brief gegeben? \\
+\08 Ob
+ Ich selbst? Und also nannt' er meinen Namen?
+\19 Den Namen -- nein, den nannt' er nicht. -- Es möchten
+ Kundschafter, sagt' er, in der Gegend horchen
+ Und es dem König plaudern. \\
+\08 \[befremdet\] Sagt' er das?
+\19 Dem König, sagt' er, liege ganz erstaunlich,
+ Gar mächtig viel daran, besonders viel,
+ Von diesem Briefe Kundschaft zu erhalten.
+\08 Dem König? Hast du recht gehört? Dem König?
+ War das der Ausdruck, den er brauchte? \\
+\19 Ja!
+ Er nannt' es ein gefährliches Geheimniß
+ Und warnte ich, mit Worten und mit Winken
+ Gar sehr auf meiner Hut zu sein, daß ja
+ Der König keinen Argwohn schöpfe. \\
+\08 \[nach einigem Nachsinnen, voll Verwunderung\]
+ Alles
+ Trifft zu. -- Es kann nicht anders sein -- er muß
+ Um die Geschichte wissen. -- Unbegreiflich!
+ Wer mag ihm wohl verrathen haben? -- Wer?
+ Ich frage noch -- Wer sieht so scharf, so tief,
+ Wer anders, als der Falkenblick der Liebe?
+ Doch weiter, fahre weiter fort: er las
+ Das Billet -- \\
+\19 Das Billet enthalte
+ Ein Glück, sagt' er, vor dem er zittern müsse;
+ Das hab' er nie zu träumen sich getraut.
+ Zum Unglück trat der Herzog in den Saal,
+ Dies zwang uns -- \\
+\08 \[ärgerlich\] Aber was in aller Welt
+ Hat jetzt der Herzog dort zu thun? Wo aber,
+ Wo bleibt er denn? Was zögert er? Warum
+ Erscheint er nicht? -- Siehst du, wie falsch man dich
+ Berichtet hat? Wie glücklich wär' er schon
+ In so viel Zeit gewesen, als du brauchtest,
+ Mir zu erzählen, daß er's werden wollte!
+\19 Der Herzog, fürcht' ich -- \\
+\08 Wiederum der Herzog?
+ Was will der \textit{hier}? Was hat der tapfre Mann
+ Mit meiner stillen Seligkeit zu schaffen?
+ Den könnt' er stehen lassen, weiter schicken,
+ Wen auf der Welt kann man das nicht? -- O, wahrlich,
+ Dein Prinz versteht sich auf die Liebe selbst
+ So schlecht, als, wie es schien, auf Damenherzen.
+ Er weiß nicht, was Minuten sind -- Still, still!
+ Ich höre kommen. Fort! Es ist der Prinz.
+ \[Page eilt hinaus\]
+ Hinweg, hinweg! -- Wo hab' ich meine Laute?
+ Er soll mich überraschen. -- Mein Gesang
+ Soll ihm das Zeichen geben. -- \\
+
+\Auftritt % 2.8
+
+\(Die Prinzessin und bald nachher Don Carlos\)
+
+\08 \[hat sich in eine Ottomane geworfen und spielt\]
+\3 \[stürzt herein. Er erkennt die Prinzessin und steht da, wie vom
+Donner gerührt\] Gott!
+ Wo bin ich? \\
+\08 \[läßt die Laute fallen. Ihm entgegen\]
+ Ach, Prinz Carlos? Ja, wahrhaftig!
+\3 Wo bin ich? Rasender Betrug -- ich habe
+ Das rechte Kabinet verfehlt. \\
+\08 Wie gut
+ Versteht es Carl, die Zimmer sich zu merken,
+ Wo Damen ohne Zeugen sind. \\
+\3 Prinzessin --
+ Verzeihen Sie, Prinzessin -- ich -- ich fand
+ Den Vorsaal offen. \\
+\08 Kann das möglich sein?
+ Mich däucht ja doch, daß ich ihn selbst verschloß.
+\3 Das däucht Sie nur, das däucht Sie -- doch, versichert!
+ Sie irren sich. Verschließen wollen, ja,
+ Das geb' ich zu, das glaub' ich -- doch verschlossen?
+ Verschlossen nicht, wahrhaftig nicht! Ich höre
+ Auf einer -- Laute Jemand spielen -- war's
+ Nicht eine Laute? \\ \[Indem er sich zweifelnd umsieht\]
+ Recht! dort liegt sie noch --
+ Und Laute -- Das weiß Gott im Himmel! -- Laute,
+ Die lieb' ich bis zur Raserei. Ich bin
+ Ganz Ohr, ich weiß nichts von mir selber, stürze
+ Ins Kabinet, der süßen Künstlerin,
+ Die mich so himmlisch rührte, mich so mächtig
+ Bezauberte, ins schöne Aug' zu sehen.
+\08 Ein liebenswürd'ger Vorwitz, den Sie doch
+ Sehr bald gestillt, wie ich beweisen könnte.
+ \[Nach einigem Stillschweigen, mit Bedeutung\]
+ O, schätzen muß ich den bescheidnen Mann,
+ Der, einem Weib Beschämung zu ersparen,
+ In solchen Lügen sich verstrickt. \\
+\3 \[treuherzig\] Prinzessin,
+ Ich fühle selber, daß ich nur verschlimmre,
+ Wo ich verbessern will. Erlassen Sie
+ Mir eine Rolle, die ich durchzuführen
+ So ganz und gar verdorben bin. Sie suchten
+ Auf diesem Zimmer Zuflucht vor der Welt.
+ Hier wollten Sie, von Menschen unbehorcht,
+ Den stillen Wünschen Ihres Herzens leben.
+ Ich Sohn des Unglücks zeige mich; sogleich
+ Ist dieser schöne Traum gestört. -- Dafür
+ Soll mich die schleunigste Entfernung --\\
+ \[Er will gehen\]
+\08 \[überrascht und betroffen, doch sogleich wieder gefaßt\]
+ Prinz --
+ O, das war boshaft. \\
+\3 Fürstin -- ich verstehe,
+ Was \textit{dieser} Blick in diesem Kabinet
+ Bedeuten soll, und diese tugendhafte
+ Verlegenheit verehr' ich. Weh dem Manne,
+ Den weibliches Erröthen muthig macht!
+ Ich bin verzagt, wenn Weiber vor mir zittern.
+\08 Ist's möglich? -- Ein Gewissen ohne Beispiel
+ Für einen jungen Mann und Königssohn!
+ Ja, Prinz -- jetzt vollends müssen Sie mir bleiben,
+ Jetzt bitt' ich selbst darum: bei so viel Tugend
+ Erholt sich jedes Mädchens Angst. Doch wissen Sie,
+ Daß Ihre plötzliche Erscheinung mich
+ Bei meiner liebsten Arie erschreckte?
+ \[Sie führt ihn zum Sopha und nimmt ihre Laute wieder\]
+ Die Arie, Prinz Carlos, werd' ich wohl
+ Noch einmal spielen müssen; Ihre Strafe
+ Soll sein, mir zuzuhören. \\
+\3 \[er setzt sich, nicht ganz ohne Zwang, neben die Fürstin\]
+ Eine Strafe,
+ So wünschenswerth, als mein Vergehen -- und, wahrlich!
+ Der Inhalt war mir so willkommen, war
+ So göttlich schön, daß ich zum -- dritten Mal
+ Sie hören könnte. \\
+\08 Was? Sie haben Alles
+ Gehört? Das ist abscheulich, Prinz. -- Es war,
+ Ich glaube gar, die Rede von der Liebe?
+\3 Und, irr' ich nicht, von einer glücklichen --
+ Der schönste Text in diesem schönen Munde;
+ Doch freilich nicht so wahr gesagt, als schön.
+\08 Nicht? nicht so wahr? -- Und also zweifeln Sie?
+\3 \[ernsthaft\] Ich zweifle fast, ob Carlos und die Fürstin
+ Von Eboli sich je verstehen können,
+ Wenn Liebe abgehandelt wird.\\
+ \[Die Prinzessin stutzt; er bemerkt es und fährt mit einer leichten
+Galanterie fort\] Denn wer,
+ Wer wird es diesen Rosenwangen glauben,
+ Daß Leidenschaft in dieser Brust gewühlt?
+ Läuft eine Fürstin Eboli Gefahr,
+ Umsonst und unerhört zu seufzen? Liebe
+ Kennt Der allein, der ohne Hoffnung liebt.
+\08 \[mit ihrer ganzen vorigen Munterkeit\]
+ O, still! Das klingt ja fürchterlich. -- Und freilich
+ Scheint dieses Schicksal \textit{Sie} vor allen Andern,
+ Und vollends heute -- heute zu verfolgen.
+ \[Ihn bei der Hand fassend, mit einschmeichelndem Interesse\]
+ Sie sind nicht fröhlich, guter Prinz. -- Sie leiden --
+ Bei Gott, Sie leiden ja wohl gar. -- Ist's möglich?
+ Und warum leiden, Prinz? bei diesem lauten
+ Berufe zum Genuß der Welt, bei allen
+ Geschenken der verschwendrischen Natur
+ Und allem Anspruch auf des Lebens Freuden?
+ \textit{Sie} -- eines großen Königs Sohn und \textit{mehr},
+ Weit mehr, als das, schon in der Fürstenwiege
+ Mit Gaben ausgestattet, die sogar
+ Auch Ihres Ranges Sonnenglanz verdunkeln?
+ \textit{Sie} -- der im ganzen strengen Rath der Weiber
+ Bestochne Richter sitzen hat, der Weiber,
+ Die über Männerwerth und Männerruhm
+ Ausschließend ohne Widerspruch entscheiden?
+ \textit{Der}, wo er nur \textit{bemerkte}, schon erobert,
+ Entzündet, wo er kalt geblieben, wo
+ Er glühen will, mit Paradiesen spielen
+ Und Götterglück verschenken muß -- der Mann,
+ Den die Natur zum Glück von Tausenden
+ Und \textit{Wenigen} mit gleichen Gaben schmückte,
+ Er selber sollte elend sein? -- O Himmel!
+ Der du ihm Alles, Alles gabst, warum,
+ Warum denn nur die Augen ihm versagen,
+ Womit er seine Siege sieht? \\
+\3 \[der die ganze Zeit über in die tiefste Zerstreuung versunken
+war, wird durch das Stillschweigen der Prinzessin plötzlich zu sich selbst
+gebracht und fährt in die Höhe\] Vortrefflich!
+ Ganz unvergleichlich, Fürstin! Singen Sie
+ Mir diese Stelle noch einmal. \\
+\08 \[sieht ihn erstaunt an\] Carlos,
+ Wo waren Sie indessen? \\
+\3 \[springt auf\] Ja, bei Gott!
+ Sie mahnen mich zur rechten Zeit. -- Ich muß,
+ Muß fort -- muß eilends fort. \\
+\08 \[hält ihn zurück\] Wohin? \\
+\3 \[in schrecklicher Beängstigung\] Hinunter
+ Ins Freie. -- Lassen Sie mich los, Prinzessin,
+ Mir wird, als rauchte hinter mir die Welt
+ In Flammen auf -- \\
+\08 \[hält ihn mit Gewalt zurück\] Was haben Sie? Woher
+ Dies fremde, unnatürliche Betragen?
+\[Carlos bleibt stehen und wird nachdenkend. Sie ergreift diesen
+Augenblick, ihn zu sich auf den Sopha zu ziehen\]
+Sie brauchen Ruhe, lieber Carl -- Ihr Blut
+ Ist jetzt in Aufruhr -- setzen Sie sich zu mir --
+ Weg mit den schwarzen Fieberphantasien!
+ Wenn Sie sich selber offenherzig fragen,
+ Weiß dieser Kopf, was dieses Herz beschwert?
+ Und wenn er's nun auch wüßte -- sollte denn
+ Von allen Rittern dieses Hofs nicht einer,
+ Von allen Damen keine -- Sie zu heilen,
+ Sie zu verstehen, wollt' ich sagen -- keine
+ Von allen würdig sein? \\
+\3 \[flüchtig, gedankenlos\]
+ Vielleicht die Fürstin
+ Von Eboli -- \\
+\08 \[freudig, rasch\] Wahrhaftig? \\
+\3 Geben Sie
+ Mir eine Bittschrift -- ein Empfehlungsschreiben
+ An meinen Vater. Geben Sie! Man spricht,
+ Sie gelten viel. \\
+\08 Wer spricht das? (Ha, so war es
+ \textit{Der} Argwohn, der dich stumm gemacht!) \\
+\3 Wahrscheinlich
+ Ist die Geschichte schon herum. Ich habe
+ Den schnellen Einfall, nach Brabant zu gehn,
+ Um -- bloß um meine Sporen zu verdienen.
+ Das will mein Vater nicht. -- Der gute Vater
+ Besorgt, wenn ich Armeen commandierte --
+ Mein Singen könne drunter leiden. \\
+\08 Carlos,
+ Sie spielen falsch. Gestehen Sie, Sie wollen
+ In dieser Schlangenwindung mir entgehn.
+ Hieher gesehen, Heuchler! Aug' in Auge!
+ Wer nur von Ritterthaten träumt -- wird \textit{Der},
+ Gestehen Sie -- wird \textit{Der} auch wohl so tief
+ Herab sich lassen, Bänder, die den Damen
+ Entfallen sind, begierig wegzustehlen
+ Und -- Sie verzeihn -- \\
+\[Indem sie mit einer leichten Fingerbewegung seine Hemdkrause wegschnellt
+und eine Bandschleife, die da verborgen war, wegnimmt\]
+ so kostbar zu verwahren?
+\3 \[mit Befremdung zurücktretend\]
+ Prinzessin -- Nein, das geht zu weit. -- Ich bin
+ Verrrathen. Sie betrügt man nicht. -- Sie sind
+ Mit Geistern, mit Dämonen einverstanden.
+\08 Darüber scheinen Sie erstaunt? Darüber?
+ Was soll die Wette gelten, Prinz, ich rufe
+ Geschichten in Ihr Herz zurück, Geschichten --
+ Versuchen Sie es, fragen Sie mich aus.
+ Wenn selbst der Laube Gaukelei'n, ein Laut,
+ Verstümmelt in die Luft gehaucht, ein Lächeln,
+ Von schnellem Ernste wieder ausgelöscht,
+ Wenn selber schon Erscheinungen, Geberden,
+ Wieder Ihre Seele ferne war, mir nicht
+ Entgangen sind, urtheilen Sie, ob ich
+ Verstand, wo Sie verstanden werden wollten?
+\3 Nun, das ist wahrlich viel gewagt. -- Die Wette
+ Soll gelten, Fürstin. Sie versprechen mir
+ Entdeckungen in meinem eignen Herzen,
+ Um die ich selber nie gewußt. \\
+\08 \[etwas empfindlich und ernsthaft\] Nie, Prinz?
+ Besinnen Sie sich besser. Sehn Sie um sich.
+ Dies Cabinet ist keines von den Zimmern
+ Der Königin, wo man das Bischen Maske
+ Noch allenfalls zu loben fand. -- Sie stutzen?
+ Sie werden plötzlich lauter Gluth? -- O freilich,
+ Wer sollte wohl so scharfklug, so vermessen,
+ So müßig sein, den Carlos zu belauschen,
+ Wenn Carlos unbelauscht sich glaubt? -- Wer sah's,
+ Wie er beim letzten Hofball seine Dame,
+ Die Königin, im Tanze stehen ließ
+ Und mit Gewalt ins nächste Paar sich drängte,
+ Statt seiner königlichen Tänzerin
+ Der Fürstin Eboli die Hand zu reichen?
+ Ein Irrthum, Prinz, den der Monarch sogar,
+ Der eben jetzt erschienen war, bemerkte!
+\3 \[mit ironischem Lächeln\]
+ Auch sogar \textit{Der}? Ja freilich, gute Fürstin,
+ Für Den besonders war das nicht. \\
+\08 So wenig,
+ Als jener Auftritt in der Schloßkapelle,
+ Worauf sich wohl Prinz Carlos selbst nicht mehr
+ Besinnen wird. Sie lagen zu den Füßen
+ Der heil'gen Jungfrau, in Gebet ergossen,
+ Als plötzlich -- konnten Sie dafür? -- die Kleider
+ Gewisser Damen hinter Ihnen rauschten.
+ Da fing Don Philipps heldenmüth'ger Sohn,
+ Gleich einem Ketzer vor dem heil'gen Amte,
+ Zu zittern an; auf seinen bleichen Lippen
+ Starb das vergiftete Gebet -- im Taumel
+ Der Leidenschaft -- es war ein Possenspiel
+ Zum Rühren, Prinz -- ergreifen Sie die Hand,
+ Der Mutter Gottes heil'ge kalte Hand,
+ Und Feuerküsse regnen auf den Marmor.
+\3 Sie thun mir Unrecht, Fürstin. Das war Andacht.
+\08 Ja, dann ist's etwas andres, Prinz -- dann freilich
+ War's damals auch nur Furcht vor dem Verluste,
+ Als Carlos mit der Königin und mir
+ Beim Spielen saß und mit bewundernswerther
+ Geschicklichkeit mir diesen Handschuh stahl --
+ \[Carlos springt bestürzt auf\]
+ Den er zwar gleich nachher so artig war --
+ Statt einer Karte wieder auszuspielen.
+\3 O Gott -- Gott -- Gott! Was hab' ich da gemacht?
+\08 Nichts, was Sie widerrufen werden, hoff' ich.
+ Wie froh erschrak ich, als mir unvermuthet
+ Ein Briefchen in die Finger kam, das Sie
+ In diesen Handschuh zu verstecken wußten.
+ Es war die rührendste Romanze, Prinz,
+ Die -- \\
+\3 \[ihr rasch ins Wort fallend\]
+ Poesie! -- Nichts weiter. -- Mein Gehirn
+ Treibt öfters wunderbare Blasen auf,
+ Die schnell, wie sie entstanden sind, zerspringen.
+ Das war es Alles. Schweigen wir davon.
+\08 \[vor Erstaunen von ihm weggehend und ihn eine Zeit lang aus
+der Entfernung beobachtend\]
+ Ich bin erschöpft -- all meine Proben gleiten
+ Von diesem schlangenglatten Sonderling.
+ \[Sie schweigt einige Augenblicke\]
+ Doch wie? -- Wär's ungeheurer Männerstolz,
+ Der nur, sich desto süßer zu ergötzen,
+ Die Blödigkeit als Larve brauchte? -- Ja?
+ \[Sie nähert sich dem Prinzen wieder und betrachtet ihn
+zweifelhaft\]
+ Belehren \textit{Sie} mich endlich, Prinz -- Ich stehe
+ Vor einem rauberisch verschloßnen Schrank,
+ Wo alle meine Schlüssel mich betrügen.
+\3 Wie ich vor Ihnen. \\
+\08 \[Sie verläßt ihn schnell, geht einigemal stillschweigend im
+Kabinet auf und nieder und scheint über etwas Wichtiges nachzudenken.
+Endlich nach einer großen Pause ernsthaft und feierlich\]
+ Endlich sei es denn --
+ Ich muß einmal zu reden mich entschließen.
+ Zu meinem Richter wähl' ich Sie. Sie sind
+ Ein edler Mensch -- ein Mann, sind Fürst und Ritter.
+ An Ihren Busen werf' ich mich. Sie werden
+ Mich retten, Prinz, und, wo ich ohne Rettung
+ Verloren bin, theilnehmend um mich weinen.
+ \[Der Prinz rückt näher, mit erwartungsvollem, teilnehmendem Er\-stau\-nen\]
+ Ein frecher Günstling des Monarchen buhlt
+ Um meine Hand -- Ruy Gomez, Graf von Silva --
+ Der König will, schon ist man Handels einig,
+ Ich bin der Creatur verkauft. \\
+\3 \[heftig ergriffen\] Verkauft?
+ Und wiederum verkauft? und wiederum
+ Von dem berühmten Handelsmann in Süden?
+\08 Nein, hören Sie erst Alles. Nicht genug,
+ Daß man der Politik mich hingeopfert,
+ Auch meiner Unschuld stellt man nach -- Da hier!
+ Dies Blatt kann diesen Heiligen entlarven.
+\[Carlos nimmt das Papier und hängt voll Ungeduld an ihrer Erzählung, ohne
+ sich Zeit zu nehmen, es zu lesen\]
+Wo soll ich Rettung finden, Prinz? Bis jetzt
+ War es mein Stolz, der meine Tugend schützte;
+ Doch endlich -- \\
+\3 Endlich fielen Sie? Sie fielen?
+ Nein, nein! um Gottes willen, nein! \\
+\08 \[stolz und edel\] Durch \textit{wen}?
+ Armselige Vernünftelei! Wie schwach
+ Von diesen starken Geistern! Weibergunst,
+ Der Liebe Glück der Waare gleich zu achten,
+ Worauf geboten werden kann! Sie ist
+ Das Einzige auf diesem Rund der Erde,
+ Was keinen Käufer leidet, als sich selbst.
+ Die Liebe ist der Liebe Preis. Sie ist
+ Der unschätzbare Diamant, den ich
+ \textit{Verschenken} oder, ewig ungenossen,
+ \textit{Verscharren} muß -- dem großen Kaufmann gleich,
+ Der, ungerührt von des Rialto Gold
+ Und Königen zum Schimpfe, seine Perle
+ Dem reichen Meere wiedergab, zu stolz,
+ Sie \textit{unter} ihrem Werthe loszuschlagen.
+\3 (Beim wunderbaren Gott -- das Weib ist schön!)
+\08 Man nenn' es Grille -- Eitelkeit: gleichviel.
+ Ich \textit{theile} meine Freuden nicht. Dem Mann,
+ Dem Einzigen, den ich mir auserlesen,
+ Geb' ich für Alles Alles hin. Ich schenke
+ Nur einmal, aber ewig. Einen nur
+ Wird meine Liebe glücklich machen -- Einen --
+ Doch diesen Einzigen zum Gott. Der Seelen
+ Entzückender Zusammenklang -- ein Kuß --
+ Der Schäferstunde schwelgerische Freuden --
+ Der Schönheit hohe, himmlische Magie
+ Sind \textit{eines} Strahles schwesterliche Farben,
+ Sind \textit{einer} Blume Blätter nur. Ich sollte,
+ Ich Rasende! ein abgerißnes Blatt
+ Aus dieser Blume schönem Kelch verschenken?
+ Ich selbst des Weibes hohe Majestät,
+ Der Gottheit großes Meisterstück, verstümmeln,
+ Den Abend eines Prassers zu versüßen?
+\3 (Unglaublich! Wie? ein solches Mädchen hatte
+ Madrid, und ich -- und ich erfahr' es heute
+ Zum ersten Mal?) \\
+\08 Längst hätt' ich diesen Hof
+ Verlassen, diese Welt verlassen, hätte
+ In heil'gen Mauern mich begraben; doch
+ Ein einzig Band ist noch zurück, ein Band,
+ Das mich an diese Welt allmächtig bindet.
+ Ach, ein Phantom vielleicht! doch mir so werth!
+ Ich liebe und bin -- nicht geliebt. \\
+\3 \[voll Feuer auf sie zugehend\] Sie sind's!
+ So wahr ein Gott im Himmel wohnt, ich schwör' es.
+ Sie sind's, und unaussprechlich. \\
+\08 Sie? Sie schwören's?
+ Ich, das war meines Engels Stimme! Ja,
+ Wenn freilich Sie es schwören, Carl, dann glaub' ich's,
+ Dann bin ich's. \\
+\3 \[der sie voll Zärtlichkeit in die Arme schließt\]
+ Süßes, seelenvolles Mädchen!
+ Anbetungswürdiges Geschöpf! -- Ich stehe
+ Ganz Ohr -- ganz Auge -- ganz Entzücken -- ganz
+ Bewunderung. -- Wer hätte dich gesehn,
+ Wer unter diesem Himmel dich gesehn
+ Und rühmte sich -- er habe nie geliebt? --
+ Doch hier an König Philipps Hof? Was hier?
+ Was, schöner Engel, willst du hier? bei Pfaffen
+ Und Pfaffenzucht? Das ist kein Himmelsstrich
+ Für solche Blumen. -- Möchten sie sie brechen?
+ Sie möchten -- o, ich glaub' es gern. -- Doch nein!
+ So wahr ich Leben athme, nein! -- Ich schlinge
+ Den Arm um dich, auch meinen Armen trag' ich
+ Durch eine teufelvolle Hölle dich!
+ Ja -- laß mich deinen Engel sein. -- \\
+\08\[mit dem vollen Blick der Liebe\]
+ O Carlos!
+ Wie wenig hab' ich Sie gekannt! Wie reich
+ Und grenzenlos belohnt Ihr schönes Herz
+ Die schwere Müh', es zu begreifen!\\
+ \[Sie nimmt seine Hand und will sie küssen\]
+\3 \[der sie zurückzieht\] Fürstin,
+ Wie sind Sie jetzt? \\
+\08 \[mit Feinheit und Grazie, indem sie starr in seine Hand\\sieht\]%
+ Wie schön ist diese Hand!
+ Wie reich ist sie! -- Prinz, diese Hand hat noch
+ Zwei kostbare Geschenke zu vergeben --
+ Ein Diadem und Carlos' Herz -- und Beides
+ Vielleicht an \textit{eine} Sterbliche? -- An \textit{eine}?
+ Ein großes, göttliches Geschenk! -- Beinahe
+ Für \textit{eine} Sterbliche zu groß! -- Wie? Prinz,
+ Wenn Sie zu einer Theilung sich entschlössen?
+ Die Königinnen lieben schlecht -- ein Weib,
+ Das lieben kann, versteht sich schlecht auf Kronen:
+ Drum besser, Prinz, Sie theilen, und gleich jetzt,
+ Gleich jetzt -- Wie? Oder hätten Sie wohl schon?
+ Sie hätten wirklich? O, dann um so besser!
+ Und kenn' ich diese Glückliche? \\
+\3 Du sollst.
+ Dir, Mädchen, dir entdeck' ich mich -- der Unschuld,
+ Der lautern, unentheiligten Natur
+ Entdeck' ich mich. An diesem Hof bist du
+ Die Würdigste, die Einzigste, die Erste,
+ Die meine Seele ganz versteht. -- Ja denn!
+ Ich leugn' es nicht -- ich liebe! \\
+\08 Böser Mensch!
+ So schwer ist das Geständniß dir geworden?
+ Beweinenswürdig mußt' ich sein, wenn du
+ Mich liebenswürdig finden solltest? \\
+\3 \[stutzt\] Was?
+ Was ist das? \\
+\08 Solches Spiel mit mir zu treiben!
+ O wahrlich, Prinz, es war nicht schön. Sogar
+ Den Schlüssel zu verleugnen! \\
+\3 Schlüssel! Schlüssel!
+ \[Nach einem dumpfen Besinnen\]
+ Ja so -- so war's. -- Nun merk' ich -- -- O mein Gott!
+\[Seine Kniee wanken, er hält sich an einen Stuhl und verhüllt das Ge\-sicht\]
+\08 \[Eine lange Stille von beiden Seiten. Die Fürstin schreit
+ laut und fällt\]
+ Abscheulich! Was hab' ich gethan! \\
+\3 \[sich aufrichtend, im Ausbruch des heftigsten Schmerzes\]
+ So tief
+ Herabgestürzt von allen meinen Himmeln! --
+ O, das ist schrecklich! \\
+\08 \[das Gesicht in das Kissen verbergend\]
+ Was entdeck' ich? Gott!
+\3 \[vor ihr niedergeworfen\]
+ Ich bin nicht schuldig, Fürstin -- Leidenschaft --
+ Ein unglücksel'ger Mißverstand -- Bei Gott!
+ Ich bin nicht schuldig. \\
+\08 \[stößt ihn von sich\] Weg aus meinen Augen,
+ Um Gottes willen -- \\
+\3 Nimmermehr! In dieser
+ Entsetzlichen Erschüttrung Sie verlassen?
+\08 \[ihn mit Gewalt wegdrängend\]
+ Aus Großmuth, aus Barmherzigkeit, hinaus
+ Von meinen Augen! -- Wollen Sie mich morden?
+ Ich hasse Ihren Anblick!\\
+ \[Carlos will gehen\] Meinen Brief
+ Und meinen Schlüssel geben Sie mir wieder.
+ Wo haben Sie den andern Brief? \\
+\3 Den andern?
+ Was denn für einen andern? \\
+\08 Den vom König.
+\3 \[zusammenschreckend\]
+ Von \textit{wem}?\\
+\08 Den Sie vorhin von mir bekamen.
+\3 Vom König? und an wen? an Sie? \\
+\08 O Himmel!
+ Wie schrecklich hab' ich mich verstrickt! Den Brief!
+ Heraus damit! ich muß ihn wieder haben.
+\3 Vom König Briefe, und an Sie? \\
+\08 Den Brief!
+ Im Namen aller Heiligen! \\
+\3 Der einen
+ Gewissen mir entlarven sollte -- diesen?
+\08 Ich bin des Todes! -- Geben Sie! \\
+\3 Der Brief --
+\08 \[in Verzweiflung die Hände ringend\]
+ Was hab' ich Unbesonnene gewagt!
+\3 Der Brief -- der kam vom König? -- Ja, Prinzessin,
+ Das ändert freilich Alles schnell -- \textit{Das} ist
+ \[den Brief frohlockend emporhaltend\]
+ Ein unschätzbarer -- schwerer -- theurer Brief,
+ Den alle Kronen Philipps einzulösen
+ Zu leicht, zu nichtsbedeutend sind. -- \textit{Den} Brief
+ Behalt' ich \\ \[Er geht\]
+\08 \[wirft sich ihm in den Weg\]
+ Großer Gott, ich bin verloren!
+
+
+\Auftritt % 2.9
+
+\(Die Prinzessin allein\)
+
+\[Sie steht noch betäubt, außer Fassung; nachdem er hinaus ist, eilt sie
+ihm nach und will ihn zurückrufen\]
+
+\08 Prinz, noch ein Wort. Prinz, hören Sie -- Er geht!
+ Auch das noch! Er verachtet mich -- Da steh' ich
+ In fürchterlicher Einsamkeit -- verstoßen,
+ Verworfen -- \\
+\[Sie sinkt auf einen Sessel. Nach einer Pause\]
+ Nein! Verdrungen nur, verdrungen
+ Von einer Nebenbuhlerin. Er liebt.
+ Kein Zweifel mehr. Er hat es selbst bekannt.
+ Doch \textit{wer} ist diese Glückliche? -- So viel
+ Ist offenbar -- er liebt, was er nicht sollte.
+ Er fürchtet die Entdeckung. Vor dem König
+ Verkriecht sich seine Leidenschaft -- Warum
+ Vor diesem, der sie wünschte? -- Oder ist's
+ Der Vater nicht, was er im Vater fürchtet?
+ Als ihm des Königs buhlerische Absicht
+ Verrathen war -- da jauchzten seine Mienen,
+ Frohlockt' er, wie ein Glücklicher... Wie kam es,
+ Daß seine strenge Tugend hier verstummte?
+ Hier? eben hier? Was kann denn er dabei,
+ Er zu gewinnen haben, wenn der König
+ Der Königin die -- \\
+\[Sie hält plötzlich ein, von einem Gedanken überrascht -- Zu gleicher Zeit
+reißt sie die Schleife, die ihr Carlos gegeben hat, von dem Busen,
+betrachtet sie schnell und erkennt sie\]
+ O, ich rasende !
+ Jetzt endlich, jetzt -- Wo waren meine Sinne?
+ Jetzt gehen mir die Augen auf -- Sie hatten
+ Sich lang geliebt, eh der Monarch sie wählte.
+ Nie ohne \textit{sie} sah mich der Prinz. -- Sie also,
+ \textit{Sie} war gemeint, wo ich so grenzenlos,
+ So warm, so wahr mich angebetet glaubte?
+ O, ein Betrug, der ohne Beispiel ist!
+ Und meine Schwäche hab' ich ihr verrathen --
+ \[Stillschweigen\]
+ Daß er ganz ohne Hoffnung lieben sollte!
+ Ich kann's nicht glauben -- Hoffnungslose Liebe
+ Besteht in diesem Kampfe nicht. Zu schwelgen,
+ Wo unerhört der glänzendste Monarch
+ Der Erde schmachtet -- Wahrlich! solche Opfer
+ Bringt hoffnungslose Liebe nicht. Wie feurig
+ War nicht sein Kuß! Wie zärtlich drückt' er mich,
+ Wie zärtlich an sein schlagend Herz! -- Die Probe
+ War fast zu kühn für die romant'sche Treue,
+ Die nicht erwiedert werden soll -- Er nimmt
+ Den Schlüssel an, den, wie er sich beredet,
+ Die Königin ihm zugeschickt -- er glaubt
+ An diesen Riesenschritt der Liebe -- kommt,
+ Kommt wahrlich, kommt! -- So traut er Philipps Frau
+ Die rasende Entschließung zu. -- Wie kann er,
+ Wenn hier nicht große Proben ihn ermuntern?
+ Es ist am Tag. Er wird erhört. Sie liebt!
+ Beim Himmel, diese Heilige empfindet!
+ Wie fein ist sie!... Ich zitterte ich selbst,
+ Vor dem erhabnen Schreckbild dieser Tugend.
+ Ein höhres Wesen ragt sie neben mir.
+ In ihrem Glanz erlösch' ich. Ihrer Schönheit
+ Mißgönnt' ich diese hohe Ruhe, frei
+ Von jeder Wallung sterblicher Naturen.
+ Und diese Ruhe war nur Schein? Sie hätte
+ An beiden Tafeln schwelgen wollen? -- Hätte
+ Den Götterschein der Tugend schaugetragen,
+ Und doch zugleich des Lasters heimliche
+ Entzückungen zu naschen sich erdreistet?
+ Das durfte sie? Das sollte ungerochen
+ Der Gauklerin gelungen sein? Gelungen,
+ Weil sich kein Rächer meldet? -- Nein, bei Gott!
+ Ich betete sie an -- Das fordert Rache!
+ Der König wisse den Betrug -- der König?
+ \[Nach einigem Besinnen\]
+ Ja, recht -- das ist ein Weg zu seinem Ohre. \[Sie geht ab\]
+
+\Szene{Ein Zimmer im königlichen Palaste}
+
+\Auftritt % 2.10
+
+\(Herzog von Alba. Pater Domingo\)
+
+\16 Was wollten Sie mir sagen? \\
+\11 Eine wicht'ge
+ Entdeckung, die ich heut gemacht, worüber
+ Ich einen Aufschluß haben möchte. \\
+\16 Welche
+ Entdeckung? Wovon reden Sie? \\
+\11 Prinz Carlos
+ Und ich begegnen diesen Mittag uns
+ Im Vorgemach der Königin. Ich werde
+ Beleidigt. Wir erhitzen uns. Der Streit
+ Wird etwas laut. Wir greifen zu den Schwertern.
+ Die Königin auf das Getöse öffnet
+ Das Zimmer, wirft sich zwischen uns und sieht
+ Mit einem Blick despotischer Vertrautheit
+ Den Prinzen an. -- Es war ein einz'ger Blick. --
+ Sein Arm erstarrt -- er fliegt an meinen Hals --
+ Ich fühle einen heißen Kuß -- er ist
+ Verschwunden. \\
+\16 \[nach einigem Stillschweigen\]
+ Das ist sehr verdächtig. -- Herzog,
+ Sie mahnen mich an etwas. -- -- Aehnliche
+ Gedanken, ich gesteh' es, keimten längst
+ In meiner Brust. -- Ich flohe diese Träume --
+ Noch hab' ich Niemand sie vertraut. Es gibt
+ Zweischneid'ge Klingen, ungewisse Freunde --
+ Ich fürchte diese. Schwer zu unterscheiden,
+ Noch schwerer zu ergründen sind die Menschen.
+ Entwischte Worte sind beleidigte
+ Vertraute -- drum begrub ich mein Geheimniß,
+ Bis es die Zeit ans Licht hervorgewälzt.
+ Gewisse Dienste Königen zu leisten,
+ Ist mißlich, Herzog -- ein gewagter Wurf,
+ Der, fehlt er seine Beute, auf den Schützen
+ Zurücke prallt. -- Ich wollte, was ich sage,
+ Auf eine Hostie beschwören -- doch
+ Ein Augenzeugniß, ein erhaschtes Wort,
+ Ein Blatt Papier fällt schwerer in die Wage,
+ Als mein lebendigstes Gefühl. -- Verwünscht,
+ Daß wir auf span'schem Boden stehn! \\
+\11 Warum
+ Auf diesem nicht? \\
+\16 An jedem andern Hofe
+ Kann sich die Leidenschaft vergessen. Hier
+ Wird sie gewarnt von ängstlichen Gesetzen.
+ Die span'schen Königinnen haben Müh,
+ Zu sündigen -- ich glaub' es -- doch zum Unglück
+ \textit{Nur} da -- gerade \textit{da} nur, wo es uns
+ Am besten glückte, sie zu überraschen.
+\11 Hören Sie weiter -- Carlos hatte heut'
+ Gehör beim König. Eine Stunde währte
+ Die Audienz. Er bat um die Verwaltung
+ Der Niederlande. Laut und heftig bat er;
+ Ich hört' es in dem Kabinet. Sein Auge
+ War roth geweint, als ich ihm an der Thüre
+ Begegnete. Den Mittag drauf erscheint er
+ Mit einer Miene des Triumphs. Er ist
+ Entzückt, daß mich der König vorgezogen.
+ Er dankt es ihm. Die Sachen stehen anders,
+ Sagt er, und besser. Heucheln konnt' er nie.
+ Wie soll ich diese Widersprüche reimen?
+ Der Prinz frohlockt, hintangesetzt zu sein,
+ Und mir ertheilt der König eine Gnade
+ Mit allen Zeichen seines Zorns! -- Was muß
+ Ich glauben? Wahrlich, diese neue Würde
+ Sieht einer Landsverweisung ähnlicher
+ Als einer Gnade. \\
+\16 Dahin also wär' es
+ Gekommen? Dahin? Und ein Augenblick
+ Zertrümmerte, was wieder in Jahren bauten?
+ Und Sie so ruhig? so gelassen? -- Kennen
+ Sie diesen Jüngling? Ahnen Sie, was uns
+ Erwartet, wenn er mächtig wird? -- Der Prinz --
+ -- Ich bin sein Feind nicht. Andre Sorgen nagen
+ An meiner Ruhe, Sorgen für den Thron,
+ Für Gott und seine Kirche. Der Infant
+ (Ich kenn' ihn -- ich durchdringe seine Seele)
+ Hegt einen schrecklichen Entwurf -- Toledo --
+ Den rasenden Entwurf, Regent zu sein
+ Und unsern heil'gen Glauben zu entbehren. --
+ Sein Herz entglüht für einen neue Tugend,
+ Die, stolz und sicher und sich selbst genug,
+ Von keinem Glauben betteln will. -- Er \textit{denkt}!
+ Sein Kopf entbrennt von einer seltsamen
+ Chimäre -- er verehrt den Menschen -- Herzog,
+ Ob er zu unserm König taugt? \\
+\11 Phantome!
+ Was sonst? Vielleicht auch jugendlicher Stolz,
+ Der eine Rolle spielen möchte. -- Bleibt
+ Ihm eine andre Wahl? Das geht vorbei,
+ Trifft ihn einmal die Reihe, zu befehlen.
+\16 Ich zweifle. Er ist stolz auf seine Freiheit,
+ Des Zwanges ungewohnt, womit man Zwang
+ Zu kaufen sich bequemen muß. -- Taugt er
+ Auf unsern Thron? Der kühne Riesengeist
+ Wird unsrer Staatskunst Linien durchreißen.
+ Umsonst versucht' ich's, diesen trotz'gen Muth
+ In dieser Zeiten Wollust abzumatten;
+ Er überstand die Probe -- Schrecklich ist
+ In diesem Körper dieser Geist -- und Philipp
+ Wird sechzig Jahr' alt. \\
+\11 Ihre Blicke reichen
+ Sehr weit. \\
+\16 Er und die Königin sind Eins.
+ Schon schleicht, verborgen zwar, in Beider Brust
+ Das Gift der Neuerer; doch bald genug,
+ Gewinnt es Raum, wird es den Thron ergreifen.
+ Ich kenne diese Valois. -- Fürchten wir
+ Die ganze Rache dieser stillen Feindin,
+ Wenn Philipp Schwächen sich erlaubt. Noch ist
+ Das Glück uns günstig. Kommen wir zuvor.
+ In \textit{eine} Schlinge stürzen Beide. -- Jetzt
+ Ein solcher Wink dem Könige gegeben,
+ Bewiesen oder nicht bewiesen -- viel
+ Ist schon gewonnen, wenn er wankt. Wir selbst,
+ Wir zweifeln Beide nicht. Zu überzeugen
+ Fällt keine Ueberzeugten schwer. Es kann
+ Nicht fehlen, wir entdecken mehr, sind wir
+ Vorher gewiß, daß wir entdecken müssen.
+\11 Doch nun die wichtigste von allen Fragen:
+ Wer nimmt's auf sich, den König zu belehren?
+\16 Noch Sie, noch ich. Erfahren Sie also,
+ Was lange schon, des großen Planes voll,
+ Mein stiller Fleiß dem Ziele zugetrieben.
+ Noch mangelt, unser Bündniß zu vollenden,
+ Die dritte, wichtigste Person. -- Der König
+ Liebt die Prinzessin Eboli. Ich nähre
+ Die Leidenschaft, die meinen Wünschen wuchert.
+ Ich bin sein Abgesandter -- unserm Plane
+ Erzieh' ich sie. -- In dieser jungen Dame,
+ Gelingt mein Werk, soll eine Blutsverwandtin,
+ Soll eine Königin uns blühn. Sie selbst
+ Hat jetzt in dieses Zimmer mich berufen.
+ Ich hoffe Alles. -- Jene Lilien
+ Von Valois zerknickt ein span'sches Mädchen
+ Vielleicht in \textit{einer} Mitternacht. \\
+\11 Was hör' ich?
+ Ist's Wahrheit, was ich jetzt gehört? -- Beim Himmel!
+ Das überrascht mich! Ja, \textit{der} Streich vollendet!
+ Dominicaner, ich bewundre dich,
+ Jetzt haben wir gewonnen -- \\
+\16 Still! Wer kommt?
+ Sie ist's -- sie selbst. \\
+\11 Ich bin im nächsten Zimmer,
+ Wenn man -- \\
+\16 Schon recht. Ich rufe Sie. \\
+
+\[Der Herzog von Alba geht ab\]
+
+\Auftritt % 2.11
+
+\(Die Prinzessin. Domingo\)
+\16 Zu Ihren
+ Befehlen, gnäd'ge Fürstin. \\
+\08 \[dem Herzog neugierig nachsehend\] Sind wir etwa
+ Nicht ganz allein? Sie haben, wie ich sehe,
+ Noch einen Zeugen bei sich? \\
+\16 Wie? \\
+\08 Wer war es,
+ Der eben jetzt von Ihnen ging? \\
+\16 Der Herzog
+ Von Alba, gnäd'ge Fürstin, der nach mir
+ Um die Erlaubniß bittet, vorgelassen
+ zu werden. \\
+\08 Herzog Alba? Was will der?
+ Was kann er wollen? Wissen Sie vielleicht
+ Es mir zu sagen? \\
+\16 Ich? und eh' ich weiß,
+ Was für ein Vorfall von Bedeutung mir
+ Das lang' entbehrte Glück verschafft, der Fürstin
+ Von Eboli mich wiederum zu nähern?
+ \[Pause, worin er ihre Antwort erwartet\]
+ Ob sich ein Umstand endlich vorgefunden,
+ Der für des Königs Wünsche spricht? ob ich
+ Mit Grund gehofft, daß beßre Ueberlegung
+ Mit einem Anerbieten Sie versöhnt,
+ Das Eigensinn, das Laune bloß verworfen?
+ Ich komme voll Erwartung -- \\
+\08 Brachten Sie
+ Dem König meine letzte Antwort? \\
+\16 Noch
+ Verschob ich's, ihn so tödtlich zu verwunden.
+ Noch, gnäd'ge Fürstin, ist es Zeit. Es steht
+ Bei Ihnen, sie zu mildern. \\
+\08 Melden Sie
+ Dem König, daß ich ihn erwarte. \\
+\16 Darf
+ Ich das für Wahrheit nehmen, schöne Fürstin?
+\08 Für Scherz doch nicht? Bei Gott, Sie machen mir
+ Ganz bange. -- Wie? Was hab' ich denn gethan,
+ Wenn sogar Sie -- Sie selber sich entfärben?
+\16 Prinzessin, diese Ueberraschung -- kaum
+ Kann ich es fassen -- \\
+\08 Ja, hochwürd'ger Herr,
+ Das sollen Sie auch nicht. Um alle Güter
+ Der Welt möcht' ich nicht haben, daß Sie's faßten.
+ Genug für Sie, daß es so ist. Ersparen
+ Sie sich die Mühe, zu ergrübeln, wessen
+ Beredsamkeit Sie diese Wendung danken.
+ Zu Ihrem Trost setz' ich hinzu: Sie haben
+ Nicht Theil an dieser Sünde. Auch wahrhaftig
+ Die Kirche nicht; obschon Sie mir bewiesen,
+ Daß Fälle möglich wären, wo die Kirche
+ Sogar die \textit{Körper} ihrer jungen Töchter
+ Für höhre Zwecke zu gebrauchen wüßte.
+ Auch diese nicht. -- Dergleichen fromme Gründe,
+ Ehrwürd'ger Herr, sind mir zu hoch -- \\
+\16 Sehr gerne,
+ Prinzessin, nehm' ich sie zurück, sobald
+ Sie überflüssig waren. \\
+\08 Bitten Sie
+ Von meinetwegen den Monarchen, ja
+ In dieser Haltung mich nicht zu verkennen.
+ Was ich gewesen, bin ich noch. Die Lage
+ Der Dinge nur hat seitdem sich verwandelt.
+ Als ich sein Anerbieten mit Entrüstung
+ Zurücke stieß, da glaubt' ich im Besitze
+ Der schönsten Königin ihn \textit{glücklich} -- glaubte
+ Die treue Gattin meines Opfers werth.
+ Das glaubt' ich damals -- damals. Freilich jetzt,
+ Jetzt weiß ich's besser. \\
+\16 Fürstin, weiter, weiter.
+ Ich hör' es, wir verstehen uns. \\
+\08 Genug,
+ Sie ist erhascht. Ich schone sie nicht länger.
+ Die schlaue Diebin ist erhascht. Den König,
+ Ganz Spanien und mich hat sie betrogen.
+ Sie liebt. Ich weiß es, daß sie liebt. Ich bringe
+ Beweise, die sie zittern machen sollen.
+ Der König ist betrogen -- doch, bei Gott,
+ Er sei es ungerochen nicht! Die Larve
+ Erhabner, übermenschlicher Entsagung
+ Reiß' ich ihr ab, daß alle Welt die Stirne
+ Der Sünderin erkennen soll. Es kostet
+ Mir einen ungeheuren Preis, doch -- das
+ Entzückt mich, das ist mein Triumph -- doch \textit{ihr}
+ Noch einen größern. \\
+\16 Nun ist Alles reif.
+ Erlauben Sie, daß ich den Herzog rufe.
+ \[Er geht hinaus\]
+\08 \[erstaunt\] Was wird das? \\
+
+\Auftritt % 2.12
+
+\(Die Prinzessin. Herzog Alba. Domingo\)
+\16 \[der den Herzog hereinführt\] Unsre Nachricht, Herzog Alba,
+ Kommt hier zu spät. Die Fürstin Eboli
+ Entdeckt uns ein Geheimniß, das sie eben
+ Von uns erfahren sollte. \\
+\11 Mein Besuch
+ Wird dann um so viel minder sie befremden.
+ Ich traue \textit{meinen} Augen nicht. Dergleichen
+ Entdeckungen verlangen Weiberblicke.
+\08 Sie sprechen von Entdeckungen? \\
+\16 Wir wünschten
+ Zu wissen, gnäd'ge Fürstin, welchen Ort
+ Und welche beßre Stunde Sie -- \\
+\08 Auch das!
+ So will ich morgen Mittag Sie erwarten.
+ Ich habe Gründe, dieses strafbare
+ Geheimniß länger nicht zu bergen -- es
+ Nicht länger mehr dem König zu entziehn.
+\11 Das war es, was mich hergeführt. Sogleich
+ Muß der Monarch es wissen. Und durch Sie,
+ Durch \textit{Sie}, Prinzessin, muß er das. Wem sonst,
+ Wem sollt' er lieber glauben, als der strengen,
+ Der wachsamen Gespielin seines Weibes?
+\16 Wem mehr, als Ihnen, die, sobald sie will,
+ Ihn unumschränkt beherrschen kann? \\
+\11 Ich bin
+ Erklärter Feind des Prinzen. \\
+\16 Eben das
+ Ist man gewohnt von mir vorauszusetzen.
+ Die Fürstin Eboli ist frei. Wo \textit{wir}
+ Verstummen müssen, zwingen Pflichten Sie,
+ Zu reden, Pflichten Ihres Amts. Der König
+ Entflieht uns nicht, wenn Ihre Winke wirken,
+ Und dann vollenden wir das Werk. \\
+\11 Doch bald,
+ Gleich jetzt muß das geschehn. Die Augenblicke
+ Sind kostbar. Jede nächste Stunde kann
+ Mir den Befehl zum Abmarsch bringen. -- \\
+\16 \[sich nach einigem Ueberlegen zur Fürstin wendend\]
+ Ob
+ Sich Briefe finden ließen? Briefe freilich,
+ Von dem Infanten aufgefangen, müßten
+ Hier Wirkung thun. -- Laß sehen. -- Nicht wahr? -- Ja.
+ Sie schlafen doch -- so däucht mir -- in demselben
+ Gemache mir der Königin. \\
+\08 Zunächst
+ An diesem. -- Doch was soll mir das? \\
+\16 Wer sich
+ Auf Schlösser gut verstände! Haben Sie
+ Bemerkt, wo sie den Schlüssel zur Schatulle
+ Gewöhnlich zu bewahren pflegt? \\
+\08 \[nachdenkend\] Das könnte
+ Zu etwas führen. -- Ja -- der Schlüssel wäre
+ Zu finden, denk' ich. -- \\
+\16 Briefe wollen Boten -- --
+ Der Königin Gefolg' ist groß. -- -- Wer hier
+ Auf eine Spur gerathen könnte! -- -- Gold
+ Vermag zwar viel -- \\
+\11 Hat Niemand wahrgenommen,
+ Ob er Infant Vertraute hat? \\
+\16 Nicht \textit{einen},
+ In ganz Madrid nicht \textit{einen}. \\
+\11 Das ist seltsam.
+\16 Das dürfen Sie mir glauben. Er verachtet
+ Den ganzen Hof; ich habe meine Proben.
+\11 Doch wie? Hier eben fällt mir ein, als ich
+ Von dem Gemach der Königin heraus kam,
+ Stand der Infant bei einem ihrer Pagen;
+ Sie sprachen heimlich -- \\
+\08 \[rasch einfallend\] Nicht doch, nein! Das war --
+ Das war von etwas Anderm. \\
+\16 Können \textit{wir}
+ Das wissen? -- Nein, der Umstand ist verdächtig. --
+ \[Zum Herzog\]
+ Und kannten Sie den Pagen? \\
+\08 Kinderpossen!
+ Was wird's auch sonst gewesen sein? Genug,
+ Ich kenne das. -- Wir sehn uns also wieder,
+ Eh' ich den König spreche. -- Unterdessen
+ Entdeckt sich viel. \\
+\16 \[sie auf die Seite führend\]
+ Und der Monarch darf hoffen?
+ Ich darf es ihm verkündigen? Gewiß?
+ Und welche schöne Stunde seinen Wünschen
+ Erfüllung endlich bringen wird? Auch dies?
+\08 In ein'gen Tagen werd' ich krank; man trennt mich
+ Von der Person der Königin -- das ist
+ An unserm Hofe Sitte, wie Sie wissen.
+ Ich bleibe dann auf meinem Zimmer. \\
+\16 Glücklich!
+ Gewonnen ist das große Spiel. Trotz sei
+ Geboten allen Königinnen -- \\
+\08 Horch!
+ Man fragt nach mir -- die Königin verlangt mich.
+ Auf Wiedersehen. \\ \[Sie eilt ab\]
+
+\Auftritt % 2.13
+
+\(Alba. Domingo\)
+
+\16 \[nach einer Pause, worin er die Prinzessin mit den Augen
+begleitet hat\] Herzog, diese Rosen
+ Und Ihre Schlachten -- \\
+\11 Und dein Gott -- so will ich
+ Den Blitz erwarten, der uns stürzen soll! \[Sie gehen ab\]
+
+\Szene{In einem Karthäuserkloster}
+
+\Auftritt % 2.14
+
+\(Don Carlos. Der Prior\)
+\3 \[zum Prior, indem er hereintritt\]
+ Schon da gewesen also? -- Das beklag' ich.
+\18 Seit heute Morgen schon das dritte Mal.
+ Vor einer Stunde ging er weg -- \\
+\3 Er will
+ Doch wiederkommen? Hinterließ er nicht?
+\18 Vor Mittag noch, versprach er. \\
+\3 \[an ein Fenster und sich in der Gegend umsehend\]
+ Euer Kloster
+ Liegt weit ab von der Straße. -- Dorthin zu
+ Sieht man noch Thürme von Madrid. -- Ganz recht,
+ Und hier fließt der Manzanares -- Die Landschaft
+ Ist, wie ich sie mir wünsche. Alles ist
+ Hier still, wie ein Geheimniß. \\
+\18 Wie der Eintritt
+ Ins andre Leben. \\
+\3 Eurer Redlichkeit,
+ Hochwürd'ger Herr, hab' ich mein Kostbarstes,
+ Mein Heiligstes vertraut. Kein Sterblicher
+ Darf wissen oder nur vermuthen, \textit{wen}
+ Ich hier gesprochen und \textit{geheim}. Ich habe
+ Sehr wicht'ge Gründe, vor der ganzen Welt
+ Den Mann, den ich erwarte, zu verleugnen:
+ Drum wählt' ich dieses Kloster. Vor Verräthern,
+ Vor Ueberfall sind wir doch sicher? Ihr
+ Besinnt Euch doch, was Ihr mir zugeschworen?
+\18 Vertrauen Sie uns, gnäd'ger Herr. Der Argwohn
+ Der Könige wird \textit{Gräber} nicht durchsuchen.
+ Das Ohr der Neugier liegt nur an den Thüren
+ Des Glückes und der Leidenschaft. Die Welt
+ Hört auf in diesen Mauern. \\
+\3 Denkt Ihr etwa,
+ Daß hinter diese Vorsicht, diese Furcht
+ Ein schuldiges Gewissen sich verkrieche?
+\18 Ich denke nichts. \\
+\3 Ihr irrt Euch, frommer Vater,
+ Ihr irrt Euch wahrlich. Mein Geheimniß zittert
+ Vor Menschen, aber nicht vor Gott. \\
+\18 Mein Sohn,
+ Das kümmert \textit{uns} sehr wenig. Diese Freistatt
+ Steht dem Verbrechen offen, wie der Unschuld.
+ Ob, was du vorhast, gut ist oder übel,
+ Rechtschaffen oder lasterhaft -- das mache
+ Mit deinem Herzen aus. \\
+\3 \[mit Wärme\] Was wir
+ Verheimlichen, kann Euren Gott nicht schänden.
+ Es ist sein eignes, schönstes Werk. -- Zwar Euch,
+ Euch kann ich's wohl entdecken. \\
+\18 Zu was Ende?
+ Erlassen Sie mir's lieber, Prinz. Die Welt
+ Und ihr Geräthe liegt schon lange Zeit
+ Versiegelt da auf jene große Reise.
+ Wozu die kurze Frist vor meinem Abschied
+ Noch einmal es erbrechen? -- Es ist wenig,
+ Was man zur Seligkeit bedarf. -- Die Glocke
+ Zur Hora läutet. Ich muß beten gehn.
+
+ \[Der Prior geht ab\]
+
+\Auftritt % 2.15
+
+\(Don Carlos. Der Marquis von Posa tritt ein\)
+
+\3 Ach, endlich einmal, endlich -- \\
+\10 Welche Prüfung
+ Für eines Freundes Ungeduld! Die Sonne
+ Ging zweimal auf und zweimal unter, seit
+ Das Schicksal meines Carlos sich entschieden,
+ Und jetzt, erst jetzt werd' ich es hören. -- Sprich,
+ Ihr seid versöhnt? \\
+\3 Wer? \\
+\10 Du und König Philipp;
+ Und auch mit Flandern ist's entschieden? \\
+\3 Daß
+ Der Herzog morgen dahin reist? -- Das ist
+ Entschieden, ja. \\
+\10 Das kann nicht sein. Das ist nicht.
+ Soll ganz Madrid belogen sein? Du hattest
+ Geheime Audienz, sagt man. Der König --
+\3 Blieb unbewegt. Wir sind getrennt auf immer,
+ Und mehr, als wir's schon waren -- \\
+\10 Du gehst \textit{nicht}
+ Nach Flandern? \\
+\3 Nein! Nein! Nein! \\
+\10 O meine Hoffnung!
+\3 Das nebenbei. O Roderich, seitdem
+ Wir uns verließen, was hab' ich erlebt!
+ Doch jetzt vor Allem deinen Rath! Ich muß
+ Sie sprechen -- \\
+\10 Deine Mutter? -- Nein! -- Wozu?
+\3 Ich habe Hoffnung. -- Du wirst blaß? Sei ruhig.
+ Ich soll und werde glücklich sein. -- Doch davon
+ Ein ander Mal. Jetzt schaffe Rath, wie ich
+ Sie sprechen kann. -- \\
+\10 Was soll das? Worauf gründet
+ Sich dieser neue Fiebertraum? \\
+\3 Nicht Traum!
+ Beim wundervollen Gotte nicht! -- Wahrheit, Wahrheit!
+ \[den Brief des Königs an die Fürstin von Eboli hervorziehend\]
+ In diesem wichtigen Papier enthalten!
+ Die Königin ist \textit{frei}, vor Menschenaugen,
+ Wie vor des Himmels Augen, frei. Da lies
+ Und höre auf, dich zu verwundern. \\
+\10 \[den Brief öffnend\] Was?
+ Was seh' ich? Eigenhändig vom Monarchen?
+ \[Nachdem er es gelesen\]
+ An wen ist dieser Brief? \\
+\3 An die Prinzessin
+ Von Eboli. -- Vorgestern bringt ein Page
+ Der Königin von unbekannten Händen
+ Mir einen Brief und einen Schlüssel. Man
+ Bezeichnet mir im linken Flügel des
+ Palastes, den die Königin bewohnet,
+ Ein Kabinet, wo eine Dame mich
+ Erwarte, die ich längst geliebt. Ich folge
+ Sogleich dem Winke -- \\
+\10 Rasender, du folgst?
+\3 Ich kenne ja die Handschrift nicht -- ich kenne
+ Nur \textit{eine} solche Dame. Wer, als \textit{sie},
+ Wird sich von Carlos angebetet wähnen?
+ Voll süßen Schwindels flieg' ich nach dem Platze;
+ Ein göttlicher Gesang, der aus dem Innern
+ Des Zimmers mir entgegen schallt, dient mir
+ Zum Führer -- ich eröffne das Gemach --
+ Und wen entdeck' ich? -- Fühle mein Entsetzen!
+\10 O, ich errathe Alles. \\
+\3 Ohne Rettung
+ War ich verloren, Roderich, wär' ich
+ In eines Engels Hände nicht gefallen.
+ Welch unglücksel'ger Zufall! Hintergangen
+ Von meiner Blicke unvorsicht'ger Sprache,
+ Gab sie der süßen Täuschung sich dahin,
+ Sie selber sei der Abgott dieser Blicke.
+ Gerührt von meiner Seele stillen Leiden,
+ Beredet sich großmüthig-unbesonnen
+ Ihr weiches Herz, mir Liebe zu erwiedern.
+ Die Ehrfurcht schien mir Schweigen zu gebieten;
+ Sie hat die Kühnheit, es zu brechen -- offen
+ Liegt ihre schöne Seele mir -- \\
+\10 So ruhig
+ Erzählst du das? -- Die Fürstin Eboli
+ Durchschaute dich. Kein Zweifel mehr, sie drang
+ In deiner Liebe innerstes Geheimniß.
+ Du hast sie schwer beleidigt. Sie beherrscht
+ Den König. \\
+\3 \[zuversichtlich\] Sie ist tugendhaft. \\
+\10 Sie ist's
+ Aus Eigennutz der Liebe. -- Diese Tugend,
+ Ich fürchte sehr, ich kenne sie -- wie wenig
+ Reicht sie empor zu jenem Ideale,
+ Das aus der Seele mütterlichem Boden,
+ In stolzer, schöner Grazie empfangen,
+ Freiwillig sproßt und ohne Gärtners Hilfe
+ Verschwenderische Blüthen treibt! Es ist
+ Ein fremder Zweig, mit nachgeahmtem Süd
+ In einem rauhern Himmelsstrich getrieben,
+ Erziehung, Grundsatz, nenn' es, wie du willst,
+ \textit{Erworbne Unschuld}, dem erhitzten Blut
+ Durch List und schwere Kämpfe abgerungen,
+ Dem Himmel, der sie fordert und bezahlt,
+ Gewissenhaft, sorgfältig angeschrieben.
+ Erwäge selbst! Wird sie der Königin
+ Es je vergeben können, daß ein Mann
+ An ihrer eignen, schwer erkämpften Tugend
+ Vorüberging, sich für Don Philipps Frau
+ In hoffnungslosen Flammen zu verzehren?
+\3 Kennst du die Fürstin so genau? \\
+\10 Gewiß nicht.
+ Kaum daß ich zweimal sie gesehn. Doch nur
+ Ein Wort laß mich noch sagen: mir kam vor,
+ Daß sie geschickt des Lasters Blößen mied,
+ Daß sie sehr gut um ihre Tugend \textit{wußte}.
+ Dann sah ich auch die Königin. O Carl,
+ Wie anders Alles, was ich hier bemerkte!
+ In angeborner stiller Glorie,
+ Mit sorgenlosem Leichtsinn, mit des Anstands
+ Schulmäßiger Berechnung unbekannt,
+ Gleich ferne von Verwegenheit und Furcht,
+ Mit festem Heldenschritte wandelt sie
+ Die schmale Mittelbahn des \textit{Schicklichen},
+ Unwissend, daß sie Anbetung erzwungen,
+ Wo sie von eignem Beifall nie geträumt.
+ Erkennt mein Carl auch hier in diesem Spiegel,
+ Auch jetzt noch seine Eboli? -- Die Fürstin
+ Blieb standhaft, weil sie liebte; Liebe war
+ In ihre Tugend wörtlich einbedungen.
+ Du hast sie nicht belohnt -- sie fällt. \\
+\3 \[mit einiger Heftigkeit\] Nein! Nein!
+ \[Nachdem er heftig auf und nieder gegangen\]
+ Nein, sag' ich dir. -- Ich, wüßte Roderich,
+ Wie trefflich es ihn kleidet, seinem Carl
+ Der Seligkeiten göttlichste, den Glauben
+ An menschliche Vortrefflichkeit, zu stehlen!
+\10 Verdien' ich das? -- Nein, Liebling meiner Seele,
+ Das wollt' ich nicht, bei Gott im Himmel nicht! --
+ O, diese Eboli -- sie wär' ein Engel,
+ Und ehrerbietig, wie du selbst, stürzt' ich
+ Vor ihrer Glorie mich nieder, hätte
+ Sie -- dein Geheimniß nicht erfahren. \\
+\3 Sieh,
+ Wie eitel deine Furcht ist! Hat sie andre
+ Beweise wohl, als die sie selbst beschämen?
+ Wird sie der Rache trauriges Vergnügen
+ Mit ihrer Ehre kaufen? \\
+\10 Ein Erröthen
+ Zurückzunehmen, haben Manche schon
+ Der Schande sich geopfert. \\
+\3 \[mit Heftigkeit aufstehend\] Nein, das ist
+ Zu hart, zu grausam! Sie ist stolz und edel;
+ Ich kenne sie und fürchte nichts. Umsonst
+ Versuchst du, meine Hoffnungen zu schrecken.
+ Ich spreche meine Mutter. \\
+\10 Jetzt? Wozu?
+\3 Ich habe nun nichts mehr zu schonen -- muß
+ Mein Schicksal wissen. Sorge nur, wie ich
+ Sie sprechen kann. \\
+\10 Und diesen Brief willst du
+ Ihr zeigen? Wirklich, willst du das? \\
+\3 Befrage
+ Mich darum nicht. Das Mittel jetzt, das Mittel,
+ Daß ich sie spreche! \\
+\10 \[mit Bedeutung\] Sagtest du mir nicht,
+ Du \textit{liebtest} deine Mutter? -- Du bist Willens,
+ Ihr diesen Brief zu zeigen?\\
+ \[Carlos sieht zur Erde und schweigt\]
+ Carl, ich lese
+ In deinen Mienen etwas -- mir ganz neu --
+ Ganz fremd bis diesen Augenblick. -- Du wendest
+ Die Augen von mir? \textit{Warum} wendest du
+ Die Augen von mir? So ist's wahr? -- Ob ich
+ Denn wirklich recht gelesen? Laß doch sehn --
+\[Carlos gibt ihm den Brief. Der Marquis zerreißt ihn\]
+\3 Was? Bist du rasend?\\
+ \[Mit gemäßigter Empfindlichkeit\]
+ Wirklich -- ich gesteh' es --
+ An diesem Briefe lag mir viel. \\
+\10 So schien es.
+ Darum zerriß ich ihn. \\
+\[Der Marquis ruht mit einem durchdringenden Blick auf dem Prinzen der ihn
+zweifelhaft ansieht. Langes Stillschweigen\]
+ Sprich doch -- was haben
+ Entweihungen des königlichen Bettes
+ Mit deiner -- deiner Liebe denn zu schaffen?
+ War Philipp dir gefährlich? Welches Band
+ Kann die verletzten Pflichten des Gemahls
+ Mit deinen kühnern Hoffnungen verknüpfen?
+ Hat er gesündigt, wo du liebst? Nun freilich
+ Lern' ich dich fassen. O, wie schlecht hab' ich
+ Bis jetzt auf deine Liebe mich verstanden!
+\3 Wie, Roderich? Was glaubst du? \\
+\10 O, ich fühle,
+ Wovon ich mich entwöhnen muß. Ja, einst,
+ Einst war's ganz anders. Da warst du so reich,
+ So warm, so reich! ein ganzes Weltkreis hatte
+ In deinem weiten Busen Raum. Das alles
+ Ist nun dahin, von einer Leidenschaft,
+ Von einem kleinen Eigennutz verschlungen.
+ Dein Herz ist ausgestorben. Keine Thräne
+ Dem ungeheuren Schicksal der Provinzen,
+ Nicht einmal eine Thräne mehr! -- O Carl,
+ Wie arm bist du, wie bettelarm geworden,
+ Seitdem du Niemand liebst, als dich. \\
+\3 \[wirft sich in einen Sessel. -- Nach einer Pause mit kaum
+unterdrücktem Weinen\] Ich weiß,
+ Daß du mich nicht mehr achtest. \\
+\10 Nicht so, Carl!
+ Ich kenne diese Aufwallung. Sie war
+ Verirrung lobenswürdiger Gefühle.
+ Die Königin gehörte dir, war dir
+ Geraubt von dem Monarchen -- doch bis jetzt
+ Mißtrautest du bescheiden deinen Rechten.
+ Vielleicht war Philipp ihrer werth. Du wagtest
+ Nur leise noch, das Urtheil ganz zu sprechen.
+ \textit{Der} Brief entschied. Der Würdigste warst du.
+ Mit stolzer Freude sahst du nun das Schicksal
+ Der Tyrannei, des Raubes überwiesen.
+ Du jauchztest, der Beleidigte zu sein;
+ Denn Unrecht leiden schmeichelt großen Seelen.
+ Doch hier verirrte deine Phantasie,
+ Dein Stolz empfand \textit{Genugthuung} -- dein Herz
+ Versprach sich \textit{Hoffnung}. Sieh, ich wußt' es wohl,
+ Du hattest diesmal selbst dich mißverstanden.
+\3 \[gerührt\] Nein, Roderich, du irrest sehr. Ich dachte
+ So edel nicht, bei Weitem nicht, als du
+ Mich gerne glauben machen möchtest. \\
+\10 Bin
+ Ich denn so wenig hier bekannt? Sieh, Carl,
+ Wenn du verirrest, such' ich allemal
+ Die Tugend unter Hunderten zu rathen,
+ Die ich des Fehlers zeihen kann. Doch, nun
+ Wir besser uns verstehen, sei's! Du sollst
+ Die Königin jetzt sprechen, mußt sie sprechen. --
+\3 \[ihm um den Hals fallend\] O, wie erröth' ich neben dir! \\
+\10 Du hast
+ Mein Wort. Nun überlaß mir alles Andre.
+ Ein wilder, kühner glücklicher Gedanke
+ Steigt auf in meiner Phantasie. -- Du sollst
+ Ihn hören, Carl, aus einem schönen Munde.
+ Ich dränge mich zur Königin. Vielleicht,
+ Daß morgen schon der Ausgang sich erwiesen.
+ Bis dahin, Carl, vergiß nicht, daß »ein Anschlag,
+ Den höhere Vernunft gebar, das Leiden
+ Der Menschen drängt, zehntausendmal vereitelt,
+ Nie aufgegeben werden darf.« -- Hörst du?
+ Erinnre dich an Flandern! \\
+\3 Alles, Alles,
+ Was \textit{du} und hohe Tugend mir gebieten. \\
+\10 \[geht an ein Fenster\] Die Zeit ist um. Ich höre dein Gefolge.
+ \[Sie umarmen sich\] Jetzt wieder Kronprinz und Vasall. \\
+\3 Du fährst
+ Sogleich zur Stadt? \\
+\10 Sogleich. \\
+\3 Halt! noch ein Wort!
+ Wie leicht war das vergessen! -- Eine Nachricht,
+ Dir äußerst wichtig: -- »Briefe nach Brabant
+ Erbricht der König.« Sei auf deiner Hut!
+ Die Post des Reichs, ich weiß es, hat geheime
+ Befehle -- \\
+\10 Wie erfuhrst du das? \\
+\3 Don Raimond
+ Von Taxis ist mein guter Freund.
+\10 \[nach einigem Stillschweigen\] Auch das!
+ So nehmen sie den Umweg über Deutschland.
+
+\[Sie gehen ab zu verschiedenen Thüren\]
+
+
+\Akt
+
+\Szene{Das Schlafzimmer des K"onigs.}
+
+\Auftritt % 3.1
+
+\((Auf dem Nachttische zwei brennende Lichter. Im Hintergrunde des Zimmers
+einige Pagen auf den Knieen eingeschlafen. \1, von oben herab halb
+ausgekleidet, steht vor dem Tische, einen Arm "uber den Sessel gebeugt, in
+einer nachdenkenden Stellung. Vor ihm liegt ein Medaillon und Papiere.)\)
+
+\1 Da\ss{} sie sonst Schw"armerin gewesen -- wer
+ Kann's leugnen? Nie konnt' \textit{ich} ihr Liebe geben,
+ Und dennoch -- schien sie Mangel je zu f"uhlen?
+ So ist's erwiesen, sie ist falsch.\\
+ \[Hier macht er eine Bewegung, die ihn zu sich selbst bringt. Er steht mit
+ Befremdung auf\] %
+ Wo war ich?
+ Wacht hier denn Niemand, als der K"onig? -- Was?
+ Die Lichter schon herabgebrannt? doch nicht
+ Schon Tag? -- Ich bin um meinen Schlummer. Nimm
+ Ihn f"ur empfangen an, Natur. Ein K"onig hat
+ Nicht Zeit, verlorne N"achte nachzuholen;
+ Jetzt bin ich wach, und Tag soll sein.\\
+\[Er l"oscht die Lichter aus und "offnet eine Fenstergardine. -- Indem er auf
+und nieder geht, bemerkt er die schlafenden Knaben und bleibt eine Zeit
+lang schweigend vor ihnen stehen;\, darauf zieht er die Glocke\]
+ Schl"aft's irgend
+ Vielleicht in meinem Vorsaal auch?\\
+
+\Auftritt % 3.2
+
+\(\1. Graf Lerma\)
+\12\[mit Best"urzung, da er den K"onig gewahr wird\] Befinden
+ Sich Ihre Majest"at nicht wohl?\\
+\1 Im linken
+ Pavillon war Feuer. H"ortet Ihr
+ Den L"armen nicht?\\
+\12 Nein, Ihre Majest"at.
+\1 Nein? Wie? Und also h"att' ich nur getr"aumt?
+ Das kann von ungef"ahr nicht kommen. Schl"aft
+ Auf jenem Fl"ugel nicht die K"onigin?
+\12 Ja, Ihre Majest"at.\\
+\1 Der Traum erschreckt mich.
+ Man soll die Wachen k"unftig dort verdoppeln,
+ H"ort Ihr? sobald es Abend wird -- doch ganz,
+ Ganz insgeheim. -- Ich will nicht haben, da\ss{} --
+ Ihr pr"uft mich mit den Augen? \\
+\12 Ich entdecke
+ Ein brennend Auge, das um Schlummer bittet.
+ Darf ich es wagen, Ihre Majest"at,
+ An ein kostbares Leben zu erinnern,
+ An V"olker zu erinnern, die die Spur
+ Durchwachter Nacht mit f"urchtender Befremdung
+ In solchen Mienen lesen w"urden -- Nur
+ Zwei kurze Morgenstunden Schlafes --\\
+\1 \[mit zerst"orten Blicken\] Schlaf,
+ Schlaf find' ich in Escurial. -- So lange
+ Der K"onig schl"aft, ist er um seine Krone,
+ Der Mann um seines Weibes Herz -- Nein, nein!
+ Es ist Verleumdung -- War es nicht ein Weib,
+ Ein Weib, das mir es fl"usterte? Der Name
+ Des Weibes hei\ss{}t Verleumdung. Das Verbrechen
+ Ist nicht gewi\ss{}, bis mir's ein Mann bekr"aftigt.
+\[Zu den Pagen, die sich unterdessen ermuntert haben\]
+ Ruft Herzog Alba! \\
+ \[Pagen gehen\] Tretet n"aher, Graf!
+ Ist's wahr? \\ \[Er bleibt forschend vor dem Grafen stehen\]
+ O, eines Pulses Dauer nur
+ Allwissenheit! -- Schw"ort mir, ist's wahr? Ich bin
+ Betrogen? Bin ich's? Ist es wahr? \\
+\12 Mein gro\ss{}er,
+ Mein bester K"onig --\\
+\1 \[zur"uckfahrend\] K"onig! K"onig nur,
+ Und wieder K"onig! -- Keine be\ss{}re Antwort,
+ Als leeren hohlen Wiederhall? Ich schlage
+ An diesen Felsen und will Wasser, Wasser
+ F"ur meinen hei\ss{}en Fieberdurst -- er gibt
+ Mir gl"uhend Gold.\\
+\12 Was w"are wahr, mein K"onig?
+\1 Nichts. Nichts. Verla\ss{} mich. Geht.\\
+\[Der Graf will sich entfernen, er ruft ihn noch einmal zur"uck\]
+ Ihr seid verm"ahlt?
+ Seid Vater? Ja? \\
+\12 Ja, Ihre Majest"at.
+\1 Verm"ahlt und k"onnt es wagen, eine Nacht
+ Bei Eurem Herrn zu wachen? Euer Haar
+ Ist silbergrau, und Ihr err"othet nicht,
+ An Eures Weibes Redlichkeit zu glauben?
+ O, geht nach Hause. Eben trefft Ihr sie
+ In Eures Sohns blutsch"andrischer Umarmung.
+ Glaubt Eurem K"onig, geht -- Ihr steht best"urzt?
+ Ihr seht mich mit Bedeutung an? -- weil ich,
+ Ich selber etwa graue Haare trage?
+ Ungl"ucklicher, besinnt Euch. K"oniginnen
+ Beflecken ihre Tugen nicht. Ihr seid
+ Des Todes, wenn Ihr zweifelt --\\
+\12 \[mit Hitze\] Wer kann das?
+ In allen Staaten meines K"onigs wer
+ Ist frech genug, mit giftigem Verdacht
+ Die engelreine Tugend anzuhauchen?
+ Die beste K"onigin so tief -- \\
+\1 Die beste?
+ Und Eure beste also auch? Sie hat
+ Sehr warme Freunde um mich her, find' ich.
+ Das mu\ss{} ihr viel gekostet haben -- mehr,
+ Als mir bekannt ist, da\ss{} sie geben kann.
+ Ihr seid entlassen. La\ss{}t den Herzog kommen.
+\12 Schon h"or' ich ihn im Vorsaal -- \\ \[Im Begriff zu gehen\]
+\1 \[mit gemildertem Tone\] Graf! Was Ihr
+ Vorhin bemerkt, ist doch wohl wahr gewesen.
+ Mein Kopf gl"uht von durchwachter Nacht. -- Verge\ss{}t,
+ Was ich im wachen Traum gesprochen. H"ort Ihr?
+ Verge\ss{}t es. Ich bin Euer gn"ad'ger K"onig.
+
+\[Er reicht ihm die Hand zum Kusse. Lerma geht und "offnet dem \11 die
+ Th"ure\]
+
+\Auftritt % 3.3
+
+\(\1 und \11\)
+\11 \[n"ahert sich dem K"onig mit ungewisser Miene\]
+ Ein mir so "uberraschender Befehl --
+ Zu dieser au\ss{}erordentlichen Stunde?
+\[Er stutzt, wie er den K"onig genauer betrachtet\]
+ Und dieser Anblick -- \\
+\1 \[hat sich niedergesetzt und das Medaillon auf dem Tisch
+ergriffen. Er sieht den Herzog eine lange Zeit still\-schwei\-gend an\]
+ Also wirklich wahr?
+ Ich habe keinen treuen Diener? \\
+\11 \[steht betreten still\] Wie?
+\1 Ich bin aufs t"odtlichste gekr"ankt -- man wei\ss{} es,
+ Und Niemand, der mich warnte!\\
+\11 \[mit einem Blick des Erstaunens\]
+ Eine Kr"ankung,
+ Die meinem K"onig gilt und meinem Aug'
+ Entging?\\
+\1 \[zeigt ihm die Briefe\] Erkennt Ihr diese Hand?\\
+\11 Es ist
+ Don Carlos' Hand. --\\
+\1 \[Pause, worin er den Herzog scharf beobachtet\]
+ Vermuthet Ihr noch nichts?
+ Ihr habt vor seinem Ehrgeiz mich gewarnt?
+ War's nur sein Ehrgeiz, dieser nur, wovor
+ Ich zittern sollte?\\
+\11 Ehrgeiz ist ein gro\ss{}es --
+ Ein weites Wort, worin unendlich viel
+ Noch liegen kann.\\
+\1 Und wi\ss{}t Ihr nichts Besonders
+ Mir zu entdecken?\\
+\11 \[nach einigem Stillschweigen, mit verschlossener Miene\]
+ Ihre Majest"at
+ Vertrauten meiner Wachsamkeit das Reich.
+ Dem Reiche bin ich mein geheimstes Wissen
+ Und meine Einsicht schuldig. Was ich sonst
+ Vermuthe, denke oder wei\ss{}, geh"ort
+ Mir eigen zu. Es sind geheiligte
+ Besitzungen, die der verkaufte Sklave,
+ Wie der Vasall, den K"onigen der Erde
+ Zur"uckzuhalten Vorrecht hat -- Nicht Alles,
+ Was klar vor \textit{meiner} Seele steht, ist reif
+ Genug f"ur meinen K"onig. Will er doch
+ Befriedigt sein, so mu\ss{} ich bitten, nicht
+ Als Herr zu fragen.\\
+\1 \[gibt ihm die Briefe\] Lest.\\
+\11 \[liest und wendet sich erschrocken gegen den K"onig\]
+Wer war
+ Der Rasende, dies ungl"ucksel'ge Blatt
+ In meines K"onigs Hand zu geben?\\
+\1 Was?
+ So wi\ss{}t Ihr, wen der Inhalt meint? -- Der Name
+ Ist, wie ich wei\ss{}, auf dem Papier vermieden.
+\11 \[betroffen zur"ucktretend\] Ich war zu schnell. \\[\qquad]
+\1 Ihr wi\ss{}t?\\[\qquad]
+\11 \[nach einigem Bedenken\] Es ist heraus.
+ Mein Herr befiehlt -- ich darf nicht mehr zur"ucke --
+ Ich leugn' es nicht -- ich kenne die Person.
+\1 \[aufstehend in einer schrecklichen Bewegung\]
+ O, einen neuen Tod hilf mir erdenken,
+ Der Rache f"urchterlicher Gott! -- So klar,
+ So weltbekannt, so laut ist das Verst"andni\ss{},
+ Da\ss{} man, des Forschens M"uhe "uberhoben,
+ Schon auf den ersten Blick es r"ath -- Das ist
+ Zu viel! Das hab' ich nicht gewu\ss{}t! Das nicht!
+ Ich also bin der Letzte, der es findet!
+ Der Letzte durch mein ganze Reich -- \\
+\11 \[wirft sich dem K"onige zu F"u\ss{}en\] Ja, ich bekenne
+ Mich schuldig, gn"adigster Monarch. Ich sch"ame
+ Mich einer feigen Klugheit, die mir da
+ Zu schweigen rieth, wo meines K"onigs Ehre,
+ Gerechtigkeit und Wahrheit laut genug
+ Zu reden mich best"urmten -- Weil doch Alles
+ Verstummen will -- weil die Bezauberung
+ Der Sch"onheit alles M"anner Zungen bindet,
+ So sei's gewagt, ich rede, wei\ss{} ich gleich,
+ Da\ss{} eines Sohns einschmeichelnde Betheurung,
+ Da\ss{} die verf"uhrerischen Reizungen,
+ Die Thr"anen der Gemahlin --\\
+\1 \[rasch und heftig\] Stehet auf.
+ Ihr habt mein k"onigliches Wort -- Steht auf.
+ Sprecht unerschrocken.\\
+\11 \[aufstehend\] Ihre Majest"at
+ Besinnen sich vielleicht noch jenes Vorfalls
+ Im Garten zu Aranjuez. Sie fanden
+ Die K"onigin von allen ihren Damen
+ Verlassen -- mit zerst"ortem Blick -- allein
+ In einer abgelegnen Laube. \\
+\1 Ha!
+ Was werd' ich h"oren? Weiter!\\
+\11 Die Marquisin
+ Von Mondecar ward aus dem Reich verbannt,
+ Weil sie Gro\ss{}muth genug besa\ss{}, sich schnell
+ F"ur ihre K"onigin zu opfern -- Jetzt
+ Sind wir berichtet -- Die Marquisin hatte
+ Nicht mehr gethan, als ihr befohlen worden.
+ Der Prinz war dort gewesen. \\
+\1 \[schrecklich auffahrend\] Dort gewesen?
+ Doch also --\\
+\11 Eines Mannes Spur im Sande,
+ Die von dem linken Eingang dieser Laube
+ Nach einer Grotte sich verlor, wo noch
+ Ein Schnupftuch lag, das der Infant vermi\ss{}te,
+ Erweckte gleich Verdacht. Ein G"artner hatte
+ Dem Prinzen dort begegnet, und das war,
+ Beinah' auf die Minute ausgerechnet,
+ Dieselbe Zeit, wo Eure Majest"at
+ Sich in der Laube zeigten.\\
+\1 \[Aus einem finstern Nachsinnen zur"uckkommend\]
+ Und sie weinte,
+ Als ich Befremdung blicken lie\ss{}! Sie machte
+ Vor meinem ganzen Hofe mich err"othen!
+ Err"othen vor mir selbst -- Bei Gott! ich stand
+ Wie ein Gerichteter vor ihrer Tugend --
+\[Eine lange und tiefe Stille. Er setzt sich nieder und verh"ullt das Ge\-sicht\]
+ Ja, Herzog Alba -- Ihr habt Recht -- Das k"onnte
+ Zu etwas Schrecklichem mich f"uhren -- La\ss{}t
+ Mich einen Augenblick allein. \\
+\11 Mein K"onig,
+ Selbst das entscheidet noch nicht ganz --\\
+\1 \[nach den Papieren greifend\] Auch das nicht?
+ Und das? und wieder das? und dieser laute
+ Zusammenklang verdammendere Beweise?
+ O, es ist klarer, als das Licht -- Was ich
+ Schon lange Zeit voraus gewu\ss{}t -- Der Frevel
+ Begann da schon, als ich von Euren H"anden
+ Sie in Madrid zuerst empfing -- Noch seh' ich
+ Mit diesem Blick des Schreckens, geisterbleich,
+ Auf meinen grauen Haaren sie verweilen.
+ Da fing es an, das falsche Spiel!\\
+\11 Dem Prinzen
+ Starb eine Braut in seiner jungen Mutter.
+ Schon hatten sie mit W"unschen sich gewiegt,
+ In feurigen Empfindungen verstanden,
+ Die ihr der neue Stand verbot. Die Furcht
+ War schon besiegt, die Furcht, die sonst das erste
+ Gest"andni\ss{} zu begleiten pflegt, und k"uhner
+ Sprach die Verf"uhrung in vertrauten Bildern
+ Erlaubter R"uckerinnerung. Verschwistert
+ Durch Harmonie der Meinung und der Jahre,
+ Durch gleichen Zwang erz"urnt, gehorchten sie
+ Den Wallungen der Leidenschaft so dreister.
+ Die Politik griff ihrer Neigung vor;
+ Ist es zu glauben, mein Monarch, da\ss{} sie
+ Dem Staatsrath diese Vollmacht zuerkannte?
+ Da\ss{} sie die L"usternheit bezwang, die Wahl
+ Des Kabinets aufmerksamer zu pr"ufen?
+ Sie war gefa\ss{}t auf Liebe und empfing --
+ Ein Diadem -- \\
+\1 \[beleidigt und mit Bitterkeit\] Ihr unterscheidet sehr --
+ Sehr weise, Herzog -- Ich bewundre Eure
+ Beredsamkeit. Ich dank' Euch.\\
+ \[Aufstehend, kalt und stolz\] Ihr habt Recht;
+ Die K"onigin hat sehr gefehlt, mir Briefe
+ Von diesem Inhalt zu verbergen -- mir
+ Die strafbare Erscheinung des Infanten
+ Im Garten zu verheimlichen. Sie hat
+ Aus falscher Gro\ss{}muth sehr gefehlt. Ich werde
+ Sie zu bestrafen wissen. \\
+ \[Er zieht die Glocke\] Wert ist sonst
+ Im Vorsaal? -- Euer, Herzog Alba,
+ Bedarf ich nicht mehr. Tretet ab. \\
+\11 Sollt' ich
+ Durch meinen Eifer Eurer Majest"at
+ Zum zweiten Mal mi\ss{}fallen haben? \\
+\1 \[zu einem Pagen, der hereintritt\] La\ss{}t
+ Domingo kommen.\\\[Der Page geht ab\]
+ Ich vergeb' es Euch,
+ Da\ss{} Ihr beinahe zwei Minuten lang
+ \textit{Mich} ein Verbrechen h"attet f"urchten lassen,
+ Das gegen \textit{Euch} begangen werden kann.\[Alba entfernt sich\]
+
+\Auftritt % 3.4
+
+\(\1. Domingo\)
+\1 \[geht einigemal auf und ab, sich zu sammeln\]
+\16 \[tritt einige Minuten nach dem Herzog herein, n"ahert sich dem
+K"onige, den er eine Zeit lang mit feierlicher Stille betrachtet\]
+ Wie froh erstaun' ich, Eure Majest"at
+ So ruhig, so gefa\ss{}t zu sehn. \\
+\1 Erstaunt Ihr?
+\16 Der Vorsicht sei's gedankt, da\ss{} meine Furcht
+ Doch also nicht gegr"undet war! Nun darf
+ Ich um so eher hoffen.\\
+\1 Eure Furcht?
+ Was war zu f"urchten?\\
+\16 Ihre Majest"at,
+ Ich darf nicht bergen, da\ss{} ich allbereits
+ Um ein Geheimni\ss{} wei\ss{} --\\
+\1 \[finster\] Hab' ich denn schon
+ Den Wunsch ge"au\ss{}ert, es mit Euch zu theilen?
+ Wer kam so unberufen mir zuvor?
+ Sehr k"uhn, bei meiner Ehre!\\
+\16 Mein Monarch,
+ Der Ort, der Anla\ss{}, wo ich es erfahren,
+ Das Siegel, unter dem ich es erfahren,
+ Spricht wenigstens von dieser Schuld mich frei.
+ Am Beichtstuhl ward es mir vertraut -- vertraut
+ Als Missethat, die das empfindliche
+ Gewissen der Entdeckerin belastet
+ Und Gnade bei dem Himmel sucht. Zu sp"at
+ Beweint die F"urstin eine That, von der
+ Sie Ursach hat, die f"urchterlichsten Folgen
+ F"ur ihre K"onigin zu ahnen.\\
+\1 Wirklich?
+ Das gute Herz -- Ihr habt ganz recht vermuthet,
+ We\ss{}wegen ich Euch rufen lie\ss{}. Ihr sollt
+ Aus diesem dunkeln Labyrinth mich f"uhren,
+ Worein ein blinder Eifer mich geworfen.
+ Von Euch erwart' ich Wahrheit. Redet offen
+ Mit mir. Was soll ich glauben, was beschlie\ss{}en?
+ Von Eurem Amte fordr' ich Wahrheit.\\
+\16 Sire,
+ Wenn meines Standes Mildigkeit mir auch
+ Der Schonung s"u\ss{}e Pflicht nicht auferlegte,
+ Doch w"urd' ich Eure Majest"at beschw"oren,
+ Um Ihrer Ruhe willen Sie beschw"oren,
+ Bei dem Entdeckten still zu stehn -- das Forschen
+ In ein Geheimni\ss{} ewig aufzugeben,
+ Das niemals freudig sich entwickeln kann.
+ Was jetzt bekannt ist, kann vergeben werden.
+ Ein Wort des K"onigs -- und die K"onigin
+ Hat nie gefehlt. Der Wille des Monarchen
+ Verleiht die Tugend wie das Gl"uck -- und nur
+ Die immer gleiche Ruhe meines K"onigs
+ Kann die Ger"uchte m"achtig niederschlagen,
+ Die sich die L"asterung erlaubt.\\
+\1 Ger"uchte?
+ Von mir? und unter meinem Volke?\\
+\16 L"ugen!
+ Verdammenswerthe L"ugen! Ich beschw"or' es.
+ Doch freilich gibt es F"alle, wo der Glaube
+ Des Volks, und w"ar' er noch so unerwiesen,
+ Bedeutend wie die Wahrheit wird.\\
+\1 Bei Gott!
+ Und hier gerade w"ar' es --\\
+\16 Guter Name
+ Ist das kostbare, einz'ge Gut, um welches
+ Die K"onigin mit einem B"urgerweibe
+ Wetteifern mu\ss{} --\\
+\1 F"ur den doch, will ich hoffen,
+ Hier nicht gezittert werden soll?\\
+\[Er ruht mit ungewissem Blick auf Domingo. Nach einigem Still-\\schweigen\]%
+ Kaplan,
+ Ich soll noch etwas Schlimmes von Euch h"oren.
+ Verschiebt es nicht. Schon lange les' ich es
+ In diesem ungl"uckbringenden Gesichte.
+ Heraus damit! Sei's, was es wolle! La\ss{}t
+ Nicht l"anger mich auf dieser Folter beben.
+ Was glaubt das Volk?\\
+\16 Noch einmal, Sire, das Volk
+ Kann irren -- und es irrt gewi\ss{}. Was es
+ Behauptet, darf den K"onig nicht ersch"uttern --
+ Nur -- \textit{da\ss} es so weit schon sich wagen durfte,
+ Dergleichen zu behaupten --\\
+\1 Was? Mu\ss{} ich
+ So lang' um einen Tropfen Gift Euch bitten?
+\16 Das Volk denkt an den Monat noch zur"ucke,
+ Der Eure k"onigliche Majest"at
+ Dem Tode nahe brachte -- drei\ss{}ig Wochen
+ Nach diesem liest es von der gl"ucklichen
+ Entbindung -- \\
+ \[\1 steht auf und zieht die Glocke. \11 tritt
+herein. Domingo betroffen\] Ich erstaune, Sire!\\
+\1 \[dem Herzog Alba entgegen gehend\] Toledo!
+ Ihr seid ein Mann. Sch"utzt mich vor diesem Priester.
+\16 \[Er und Herzog Alba geben sich verlegne Blicke. Nach einer
+Pause\] Wenn wir voraus es h"atten wissen k"onnen,
+ Da\ss{} diese Nachricht an dem Ueberbringer
+ Geahndet werden sollte --\\
+\1 Bastard, sagt Ihr?
+ Ich war, sagt Ihr, vom Tode kaum erstanden,
+ Als sie sich Mutter f"uhlte? -- Wie? Das war
+ Ja damals, wenn ich anders mich nicht irre,
+ Als Ihr den heiligen Dominicus
+ In allen Kirchen f"ur das hohe Wunder lobtet,
+ Das er an mir gewirkt? -- Was damals Wunder
+ Gewesen, ist es jetzt nicht mehr? So habt
+ Ihr damals oder heute mir gelogen.
+ An was verlangt Ihr da\ss{} ich glauben soll?
+ O, ich durchschau Euch. W"are das Komplott
+ Schon damals reif gewesen -- ja, dann war
+ Der Heilige um seinen Ruhm.\\
+\11 Komplott!\\
+\1 Ihr solltet
+ Mit dieser beispiellosen Harmonie
+ Jetzt in derselben Meinung euch begegnen,
+ Und doch nicht einverstanden sein? Mich wollt
+ Ihr das bereden? Mich? Ich soll vielleicht
+ Nicht wahrgenommen haben, wie erpicht
+ Und gierig ihr auf euren Raub euch st"urztet?
+ Mit welcher Wollust ihr an meinem Schmerz,
+ An meines Zornes Wallung euch geweidet?
+ Nicht merken soll ich, wie voll Eifer dort
+ Der Herzog brennt, der Gunst zuvorzueilen,
+ Die meinem Sohn beschieden war? Wie gerne
+ Der fromme Mann hier seinen kleinen Groll
+ Mit meines Zornes Riesenarm bewehrte?
+ Ich bin der Bogen, bildet ihr euch ein,
+ Den man nur spannen d"urfe nach Gefallen? --
+ Noch hab' ich einen Willen auch -- und wenn
+ Ich zweifeln soll, so la\ss{}t mich wenigstens
+ Bei euch den Anfang machen. \\
+\11 Diese Deutung
+ Hat unsre Treue nicht erwartet.\\
+\1 Treue!
+ Die Treue warnt vor drohenden Verbrechen,
+ Die Rachgier spricht von den begangenen.
+ La\ss{}t h"oren! Was gewann ich denn durch eure
+ Dienstfertigkeit? -- Ist, was ihr vorgebt, wahr,
+ Was bleibt mir "ubrig als der Trennung Wunde?
+ Der Rauche trauriger Triumph? -- Doch nein,
+ Ihr f"urchtet nur, ihr gebt mir schwankende
+ Vermuthungen -- am Absturz einer H"olle
+ La\ss{}t ihr mich stehen und entfliehet.\\
+\11 Sind andre
+ Beweise m"oglich, wo das Auge selbst
+ Nicht "uberwiesen werden kann? \\
+\1 \[nach einer gro\ss{}en Pause, ernst und feierlich zu Domingo sich
+wendend\] Ich will
+ Die Gro\ss{}en meines K"onigreichs versammeln
+ Und selber zu Gerichte sitzen. Tretet
+ Heraus vor allen -- habt Ihr Muth -- und klaget
+ Als eine Buhlerin sie an! -- Sie soll
+ Des Todes sterben -- ohne Rettung -- sie
+ Und der Infant soll sterben -- aber -- merkt Euch!
+ Kann sie sich reinigen -- Ihr selbst! Wollt Ihr
+ Die Wahrheit durch ein solches Opfer ehren?
+ Entschlie\ss{}t Euch, Ihr wollt nicht? Ihr verstummt?
+ Ihr wollt nicht? -- Das ist eines L"ugners Eifer.
+\11 \[der stillschweigend in der Ferne gestanden, kalt und ruhig\]
+ Ich will es.\\
+\1 \[dreht sich erstaunt um und sieht den Herzog eine Zeit lang starr
+an\] Das ist k"uhn! Doch mir f"allt ein,
+ Da\ss{} Ihr in scharfen Schlachten Euer Leben
+ An etwas weit Geringeres gewagt --
+ Mit eines W"urfelspielers Leichtsinn f"ur
+ Des Ruhmes Unding es gewagt -- Und was
+ Ist Euch das Leben? -- K"onigliches Blut
+ Geb' ich dem Rasenden nicht preis, der nichts
+ Zu hoffen hat, als ein geringes Dasein
+ Erhaben aufzugeben -- Euer Opfer
+ Verwerf' ich. Geht -- geht, und im Audienzsaal
+ Erwartet meine weiteren Befehle. \[Beide gehen ab\]
+
+\Auftritt % 3.5
+
+\(\1 allein\)
+\1 Jetzt gib mir einen Menschen, gute Vorsicht --
+ Du hat mir viel gegeben. Schenke mir
+ Jetzt einen Menschen. Du -- du bist allein,
+ Denn deine Augen pr"ufen das Verborgne,
+ Ich bitte dich um einen Freund; denn ich
+ Bin nicht, wie du, allwissend. Die Gehilfen,
+ Die du mir zugeordnet hast, was sie
+ Mir sind, wei\ss{}t du. Was sie verdienen, haben
+ Sie mir gegolten. Ihre zahmen Laster,
+ Beherrscht vom Zaume, dienen meinen Zwecken,
+ Wie deine Wetter reinigen die Welt.
+ Ich brauch Wahrheit -- Ihre stille Quelle
+ Im dunkeln Schutt des Irrthums aufzugraben,
+ Ist nicht das Loos der K"onige. Gib mir
+ Den seltnen Mann mit reinem, offnem Herzen,
+ Mit hellem Geist und unbefangnen Augen,
+ Der mir sie finden helfen kann -- ich sch"utte
+ Die Loose auf; la\ss{} unter Tausenden,
+ Die um der Hoheit Sonnenscheibe flattern,
+ Den Einzigen mich finden.\\
+\[Er "offnet eine Schatulle und nimmt eine Schreibtafel heraus. Nachdem er
+eine Zeit lang darin gebl"attert\] Blo\ss{}e Namen --
+ Nur Namen stehen hier, und nicht einmal
+ Erw"ahnung des Verdiensts, dem sie den Platz
+ Auf dieser Tafel danken -- und was ist
+ Verge\ss{}licher, als Dankbarkeit? Doch hier
+ Auf dieser andern Tafel les' ich jede
+ Vergehung p"unktlich beigeschrieben. Wie?
+ Das ist nicht gut. Braucht etwa das Ged"achtni\ss{}
+ Der Rache dieser Hilfe noch? \\
+ \[Liest weiter\] Graf Egmont?
+ Was will der hier? -- Der Sieg bei Saint Quentin
+ War l"angst verwirkt. Ich werf' ihn zu den Todten.
+\[Er l"ascht diesen Namen aus und schreibt ihn auf die andere Tafel.
+ Nachdem er weiter gelesen\]
+Marquis von Posa? -- Posa? -- Posa? Kann
+ Ich dieses Menschen mich doch kaum besinnen!
+ Und zweifach angestrichen -- ein Beweis,
+ Da\ss{} ich zu gro\ss{}en Zwecken ihn bestimmte!
+ Und, war es m"oglich? dieser Mensch entzog
+ Sich meiner Gegenwart bis jetzt? vermied
+ Die Augen seines k"oniglichen Schuldners?
+ Bei Gott, im ganzen Umkreis meiner Staaten
+ Der einz'ge Mensch, der meiner nicht bedarf!
+ Bes"a\ss{}' er Habsucht oder Ehrbegierde,
+ Er w"are l"angst vor meinem Thron erschienen.
+ Wag' ich's mit diesem Sonderling? Wer mich
+ Entbehren kann, wird Wahrheit f"ur mich haben. \[Er geht ab\]
+
+\Szene{Der Audienzsaal}
+
+\Auftritt % 3.6
+\(Don Carlos im Gespr"ach mit dem Prinzen von Parma. Die
+Herzoge von Alba, Feria und Medina Sidonia. Graf von Lerma und noch
+andere Granden mit Schriften in der Hand. Alle den K"onig
+erwartend\)
+\14 \[von allen Umstehenden sichtbar vermieden, wendet sich zum
+Herzog von Alba, der allein und in sich gekehrt auf und ab geht\]
+Sie haben ja den Herrn gesprochen, Herzog. --
+Wie fanden Sie ihn aufgelegt?\\
+\11 Sehr "ubel
+F"ur Sie und Ihre Zeitungen. \\
+\14 Im Feuer
+Des englischen Gesch"utzes war mir's leichter,
+Als hier auf diesem Pflaster. \\
+\[Carlos, der mit stiller Theilnahme auf ihn
+geblickt hat, n"ahert sich ihm jetzt und dr"uckt ihm die
+Hand\] Warmen Dank
+F"ur diese gro\ss{}muthsvolle Thr"ane, Prinz.
+Sie sehen, wie mich Alles flieht. Nun ist
+Mein Untergang beschlossen. \\
+\3 Hoffen Sie
+Das Beste, Freund, von meines Vaters Gnade
+Und Ihrer Unschuld.\\
+\14 Ich verlor ihm eine Flotte,
+Wie keine noch im Meer erschien -- Was ist
+Ein Kopf wie dieser gegen siebzig
+Versunkne Gallionen? -- Aber, Prinz --
+F"unf S"ohne, hoffnungsvoll, wie Sie -- das bricht
+Mein Herz -- \\
+
+\Auftritt % 3.7
+\(c)\1 kommt angekleidet heraus. Die Vorigen.\\
+(Alle nehmen die H"ute ab und weichen zu
+beiden Seiten aus,\\ indem sie einen halben Kreis um ihn bilden.
+Stillschweigen.)\)
+\1 \[den ganzen Kreis fl"uchtig durchschauend\]
+Bedeckt euch! \\
+\[Don Carlos und der Prinz von Parma n"ahern
+sich zuerst und k"ussen dem K"onig die Hand. Er wendet sich mit einiger Freundlichkeit zu
+dem Letztern, ohne seinen Sohn bemerken zu wollen\]
+Eure Mutter, Neffe,
+Will wissen, wie man in Madrid mit Euch
+Zufrieden sei.\\
+\4 Das frage sie nicht eher,
+Als nach dem Ausgang meiner ersten Schlacht.
+\1 Gebt Euch zufrieden. Auch an Euch wird einst
+Die Reihe sein, wenn diese St"amme brechen.
+\[Zum Herzog von Feria\] Was bringt Ihr mir? \\
+\13 \[ein Knie vor dem K"onig beugend\]
+Der Gro\ss{}komtur des Ordens
+Von Calatrava starb an diesem Morgen.
+Hier folgt sein Ritterkreuz zur"uck.\\
+\1 \[nimmt den Orden und sieht im ganzen Zirkel herum\]
+Wer wird
+Nach ihm am w"urdigsten es tragen? \\
+\[Er winkt Alba zu sich, welcher sich vor ihm auf ein Knie
+niederl"a\ss{}t, und
+h"angt ihm den Orden um\] Herzog,
+Ihr seid mein erster Feldherr -- seid nie mehr,
+So wird Euch meine Gnade niemals fehlen.
+\[Er wird den Herzog von Medina Sidonia gewahr\]
+Sieh da, mein Admiral!\\
+\14 \[n"ahert sich wankend %
+und kniet vor dem K"onige nieder mit gesenktem Haupt\] %
+ \textit{Das}, gro\ss{}er K"onig,
+Ist Alles, was ich von der span'schen Jugend
+Und der Armada wiederbringe. \\
+\1 \[nach einem langen Stillschweigen\] Gott
+ Ist "uber mir -- ich habe gegen Menschen,
+Nicht gegen Sturm und Klippen sie gesendet --
+Seid mir willkommen in Madrid. \\
+\[Er reicht ihm die Hand zum Kusse\] Und Dank,
+Da\ss{} Ihr in Euch mir einen w"urd'gen Diener
+Erhalten habt! F"ur diesen, meine Granden,
+Erkenn' ich ihn, will ich erkannt ihn wissen.
+\[Er gibt ihm einen Wink, aufzustehen und sich zu bedecken
+-- dann wendet er sich gegen die Andern\] Was gibt es noch?\\
+\[Zu Don Carlos und dem Prinzen von Parma\]
+ Ich dank' euch, meine Prinzen.
+\[Diese treten ab. Die noch "ubrigen Granden
+n"ahern sich und "uberreichen dem K"onig knieend ihre Papiere.
+Er durchsieht sie fl"uchtig und reicht sie dem Herzog von Alba\]
+Legt das im Kabinet mir vor -- Bin ich zu Ende?
+\[Niemand antwortet\]
+Wie kommt es denn, da\ss{} unter meinen Granden
+Sich nie ein Marquis Posa zeigt? Ich wei\ss{}
+Recht gut, da\ss{} dieser Marquis Posa mir
+Mit Ruhm gedient. Er lebt vielleicht nicht mehr?
+Warum erscheint er nicht?\\
+\12 Der Chevalier
+Ist k"urzlich erst von Reisen angelangt,
+Die er durch ganz Europa unternommen.
+So eben ist er in Madrid und wartet
+Nur auf den "offentlichen Tag, sich zu
+Den F"u\ss{} en seines Oberherrn zu werfen.
+\11 Marquis von Posa? -- Recht! Das ist der k"uhne
+Malteser, Ihre Majest"at, von dem
+Der Ruf die schw"armerische That erz"ahlte.
+Als auf des Ordensmeisters Aufgebot
+Die Ritter sich auf ihrer Insel stellten,
+Die Soliman belagern lie\ss, verschwand
+Auf Einmal von Alcalas hoher Schule
+Der achtzehnj"ahr'ge J"ungling. Ungerufen
+Stand er vor la Valette. `Man kaufte mir
+Das Kreuz,' sagt' er; `ich will es jetzt verdienen.'
+Von jenen vierzig Rittern war er einer,
+Die gegen Piali, Ulucciali
+Und Mustapha und Hassem das Kastell
+Sanct Elmo in drei wiederholten St"urmen
+Am hohen Mittag hielten. Als es endlich
+Erstiegen wird und um ihn alle Ritter
+Gefallen, wirft er sich ins Meer und kommt
+Allein erhalten an bei la Valette.
+Zwei Monate darauf verl"a\ss{}t der Feind
+Die Insel, und der Ritter kommt zur"uck,
+Die angefangnen Studien zu enden.
+\13 Und dieser Marquis Posa war es auch,
+Der nachher die ber"uchtigte Verschw"orung
+In Catalonien entdeckt und blo\ss{}
+Durch seine Fertigkeit allein der Krone
+Die wichtigste Provinz erhielt. \\
+\1 Ich bin
+Erstaunt -- Was ist das f"ur ein Mensch, der das
+Gethan und unter Dreien, die ich frage,
+Nicht einen einz'gen Neider hat? -- Gewi\ss!
+Der Mensch besitzt den ungew"ohnlichsten
+Charakter oder keinen -- Wunders wegen
+Mu\ss{} ich ihn sprechen. \\
+\[Zum Herzog von Alba\] Nach geh"orter Messe
+Bringt ihn ins Kabinet zu mir.\\
+\[Der Herzog geht ab. \1 ruft Feria\] Und Ihr
+ Nehmt meine Stelle im geheimen Rate. \[Er geht ab\]
+\13 Der Herr ist heut sehr gn"adig.\\
+\14 Sagen Sie:
+Er ist ein Gott! -- Er ist es mir gewesen.
+\13 Wie sehr verdienen Sie Ihr Gl"uck! Ich nehme
+Den w"armsten Antheil, Admiral.\\
+\persona{Einer von den Granden} Auch ich.
+\persona{Ein Zweiter} Ich wahrlich auch.\\
+\persona{Ein Dritter} Das Herz hat mir geschlagen.
+Ein so verdienter General! \\
+\persona{Der Erste} Der K"onig
+War gegen Sie nicht gn"adig -- nur gerecht.
+\12 \[im Abgehen zu Medina Sidonia\]
+Wie reich sind Sie auf einmal durch zwei Worte!
+\((Alle gehen ab)\)
+
+\Szene{Das Kabinet des K"onigs}
+\Auftritt % 3.8
+\(\10 und \11\)
+\10 \[im Hereintreten\]
+Mich will er haben? Mich -- Das kann nicht sein.
+Sie irren sich im Namen -- Und was will
+Er denn von mir? \\
+\11 Er will Sie kennen lernen.
+\10 Der blo\ss{} en Neugier wegen -- O, dann Schade
+Um den verlornen Augenblick -- das Leben
+Ist so erstaunlich schnell dahin. \\
+\11 Ich "ubergebe
+Sie Ihrem guten Stern. Der K"onig ist
+In Ihren H"anden. N"utzen Sie, so gut
+Sie k"onnen, diesen Augenblick, und sich,
+Sich selber schreiben Sie es zu, geht er
+Verloren.\\ \[Er entfernt sich\]
+\Auftritt % 3.9
+\(Der Marquis allein\)
+\10 Wohl gesprochen, Herzog. N"utzen
+Mu\ss{} man den Augenblick, der einmal nur
+Sich bietet. Wahrlich, dieser H"ofling gibt
+Mir eine gute Lehre -- wenn auch nicht
+In seinem Sinne gut, doch in dem meinen.
+\[Nach einigem Auf-- und Niedergehen\]
+Wie komm' ich aber hieher? -- Eigensinn
+Des launenhaften Zufalls w"ar' es nur,
+Was mir mein Bild in \textit{diesen} Spiegeln zeigt?
+Aus einer Million gerade mich,
+Den Unwahrscheinlichsten, ergriff und im
+Ged"achtnisse des K"onigs auferweckte?
+Ein Zufall nur? Vielleicht auch mehr -- und was
+Ist Zufall anders, als der rohe Stein,
+Der Leben annimmt unter Bildners Hand?
+Den Zufall gibt die Vorsehung -- zum Zwecke
+Mu\ss{} ihn der Mensch gestalten -- Was der K"onig
+Mit mir auch wollen mag, gleichviel! -- Ich wei\ss,
+Was ich -- ich mit dem K"onig soll -- und w"ar's
+Auch eine Feuerglocke Wahrheit nur,
+In des Despoten Seele k"uhn geworfen --
+Wie fruchtbar in der Vorsicht Hand! So k"onnte,
+Was erst so grillenhaft mir schien, sehr zweckvoll
+Und sehr besonnen sein. Sein oder nicht
+Gleichviel! In diesem Glauben will ich handeln.
+\((Er macht einige G"ange durch das Zimmer und
+bleibt endlich in ruhiger Betrachtung vor einem Gem"alde stehen. \1 erscheint in
+dem angrenzenden Zimmer, wo er einige Befehle gibt. Alsdann tritt er herein, steht an der
+Th"ure still und sieht dem Marquis eine Zeit lang zu, ohne von ihm bemerkt zu
+werden.)\)
+\Auftritt % 3.10
+\(\1 und \10\)
+\((Dieser geht dem K"onig, sobald er ihn gewahr wird, entgegen und l"ass{}t sich
+vor ihm auf ein Knie nieder, steht auf und bleibt ohne Zeichen der
+Verwirrung vor ihm stehen)\)
+\1 \[betrachtet ihn mit einem Blick der Verwunderung\]
+ Mich schon gesprochen also? \\
+\10 Nein. \\
+\1 Ihr machtet
+ Um meine Krone Euch verdient. Warum
+ Entziehet Ihr Euch meinem Dank? In meinem
+ Ged"achtniss{} dr"angen sich der Menschen viel.
+ Allwissend ist nur Einer. Euch kam's zu,
+ Das Auge Eures K"oniges zu suchen.
+ Wess{}wegen thatet Ihr das nicht? \\
+\10 Es sind
+ Zwei Tage, Sire, dass{} ich ins K"onigreich
+ Zur"uck gekommen.\\
+\1 Ich bin nicht gesonnen,
+ In meiner Diener Schuld zu stehn -- Erbittet
+ Euch eine Gnade. \\
+\10 Ich geniess{}e die Gesetze.
+\1 Dies Recht hat auch der M"order. \\
+\10 Wie viel mehr
+ Der gute B"urger! -- Sire, ich bin zufrieden.
+\1 \[f"ur sich\]Viel Selbstgef"uhl und k"uhner Muth, bei Gott!
+ Doch das war zu erwarten -- Stolz will ich
+ Den Spanier. Ich mag es gerne leiden,
+ Wenn auch der Becher "ubersch"aumt -- Ihr tratet
+ Aus meinen Diensten, h"or' ich?\\
+\10 Einem Bessern
+ Den Platz zu r"aumen, zog ich mich zur"ucke.
+\1 Das thut mir leid. Wenn solche K"opfe feiern,
+ Wie viel Verlust f"ur einen Staat -- Vielleicht
+ Bef"urchtet Ihr, die Sph"are zu verfehlen,
+ Die Eures Geistes w"urdig ist.\\
+\10 O nein!
+ Ich bin gewiss{}, dass{} der erfahrne Kenner,
+ In Menschenseelen, seinem Stoff, ge"ubt,
+ Beim ersten Blicke wird gelesen haben,
+ Was ich ihm taugen kann. Was nicht. Ich f"uhle
+ Mit demuthsvoller Dankbarkeit die Gnade,
+ Die Eure k"onigliche Majest"at
+ Durch diese stolze Meinung auf mich h"aufen;
+ Doch --\\ \[Er h"alt inne\]
+\1 Ihr bedenket Euch? \\
+\10 Ich bin -- ich muss{}
+ Gestehen, Sire, sogleich nicht vorbereitet,
+ Was ich als B"urger dieser Welt gedacht,
+ In Worte Ihres Unterthans zu kleiden. --
+ Denn damals, Sire, als ich auf immer mit
+ Der Krone aufgehoben, glaubt' ich mich
+ Auch der Nothwendigkeit entbunden, ihr
+ Von diesem Schritte Gr"unde anzugeben.
+\1 So schwach sind diese Gr"unde? F"urchtet Ihr
+ Dabei zu wagen? \\
+\10 Wenn ich Zeit gewinne,
+ Sie zu ersch"opfen, Sire -- mein Leben h"ochstens.
+ Die Wahrheit aber setz' ich aus, wenn Sie
+ Mir diese Gunst verweigern. Zwischen Ihrer
+ Ungnade und Geringsch"atzung ist mir
+ Die Wahl gelassen -- Muss{} ich mich entscheiden,
+ Sie will ich ein Verbrecher lieber als
+ Ein Thor vor Ihren Augen gehen. \\
+\1 \[mit erwartender Miene\] Nun?
+\10 -- Ich kann nicht F"urstendiener sein.\\
+ \[\1 sieht ihn mit Erstaunen an\] Ich will
+ Den K"aufer nicht betr"ugen, Sire. -- Wenn Sie
+ Mich anzustellen w"urdigen, so wollen
+ Sie nur die vorgewogne That. Sie wollen
+ Nur meinen Arm und meinen Muth im Felde,
+ Nur meinen Kopf im Rath. Nicht meine Thaten,
+ Der Beifall, den sie finden an dem Thron,
+ Soll meiner Thaten Endzweck sein. Mir aber,
+ Mir hat die Tugend eignen Werth. Das Gl"uck,
+ Das der Monarch mit meinen H"anden pflanzte,
+ Ersch"uf' ich selbst, und Freude w"are mir
+ Und eigne Wahl, was mir nur Pflicht sein sollte.
+ Und ist das Ihre Meinung? K"onnen Sie
+ In Ihrer Sch"opfung fremde Sch"opfer dulden?
+ Ich aber soll zum Meiss{}el mich erniedern,
+ Wo ich der K"unstler k"onnte sein? -- Ich liebe
+ Die Menschheit, und in Monarchieen darf
+ Ich Niemand lieben als mich selbst. \\
+\1 Dies Feuer
+ Ist lobenswerth. Ihr m"ochtet Gutes stiften.
+ Wie Ihr es stiftet, kann dem Patrioten,
+ Dem Weisen gleich viel heiss{}en. Suchet Euch
+ Den Posten aus in meinen K"onigreichen,
+ Der Euch berechtigt, diesem edeln Triebe
+ Genug zu thun.\\
+\10 Ich finde keinen.\\
+\1 Wie?
+\10 Was Eure Majest"at durch meine Hand
+ Verbreiten -- ist das Menschengl"uck? Ist das
+ Dasselbe Gl"uck, das meine reine Liebe
+ Den Menschen g"onnt? -- Vor diesem Gl"ucke w"urde
+ Die Majest"at erzittern -- Nein! Ein neues
+ Erschuf der Krone Politik -- ein Gl"uck,
+ Das \textit{sie} noch reich genug ist auszutheilen,
+ Und in dem Menschenherzen neue Triebe,
+ Die sich von diesem Gl"ucke stillen lassen.
+ In ihren M"unzen l"ass{}t sie Wahrheit schlagen,
+ \textit{Die} Wahrheit, die sie dulden kann. Verworfen
+ Sind alle Stempel, die nicht diesem gleichen.
+ Doch, was der Krone frommen kann -- ist das
+ Auch mir genug? Darf meine Bruderliebe
+ Sich zur Verk"urzung meines Bruders borgen?
+ Weiss{} ich ihn gl"ucklich -- eh' er denken darf?
+ Mich w"ahlen Sie nicht, Sire, Gl"uckseligkeit,
+ Die \textit{Sie} uns pr"agen, auszustreun. Ich muss{}
+ Mich weigern, diese Stempel auszugeben. --
+ Ich kann nicht F"urstendiener sein.\\
+\1 \[etwas rasch\] Ihr seid
+ Ein Protestant. \\
+\10 \[nach einigem Bedenken\] Ihr Glaube Sire, ist auch
+ Der meinige. \[Nach einer Pause\] Ich werde miss{}verstanden.
+ Das war es, was ich f"urchtete. Sie sehen
+ Von den Geheimnissen der Majest"at
+ Durch meine Hand den Schleier weggezogen.
+ Wer sichert Sie, dass{} mir noch heilig heiss{}e,
+ Was mich zu schrecken aufgeh"ort? Ich bin
+ Gef"ahrlich, weil ich "uber mich gedacht. --
+ Ich bin es nicht, mein K"onig. Meine W"unsche
+ Verwesen hier. \\
+ \[Die Hand auf die Brust gelegt\] Die l"acherliche Wuth
+ Der Neuerung, die nur der Ketten Last,
+ Die sie nicht ganz zerbrechen kann, vergr"oss{}ert,
+ Wird \textit{mein} Blut nie erhitzen. Das Jahrhundert
+ Ist meinem Ideal nicht reif. Ich lebe
+ Ein B"urger derer, welche kommen werden.
+ Kann ein Gem"alde Ihre Ruhe tr"uben? --
+ Ihr Athem l"oscht es aus.\\
+\1 Bin ich der Erste,
+ Der Euch von dieser Seite kennt? \\
+\10 Von dieser --
+ Ja! \\
+\1 \[steht auf, macht einige Schritte und bleibt dem Marquis
+gegen\-"uber stehen. F"ur sich\]
+ Neu zum wenigsten ist dieser Ton!
+ Die Schmeichelei ersch"opft sich. Nachzuahmen
+ Erniedrigt einen Mann von Kopf. -- Auch einmal
+ Die Probe von dem Gegentheil. -- Warum nicht?
+ Das Ueberraschende macht Gl"uck. -- Wenn Ihr
+ Es so versteht, gut, so will ich mich
+ Auf eine neue Kronbedienung richten --
+ Den starken Geist -- \\
+\10 Ich h"ore, Sire, wie klein,
+ Wie niedrig Sie von Menschenw"urde denken,
+ Selbst in des freien Mannes Sprache nur
+ Den Kunstgriff eines Schmeichlers sehen, und
+ Mir d"aucht, ich weiss{}, wer Sie dazu berechtigt.
+ Die Menschen zwangen Sie dazu; \textit{die} haben
+ Freiwillig ihres Adels sich begeben,
+ Freiwillig sich auf diese niedre Stufe
+ Herab gestellt.. Erschrocken fliehen sie
+ Vor dem Gespenste ihrer innern Gr"oss{}e,
+ Gefallen sich in ihrer Armuth, schm"ucken
+ Mit feiger Weisheit ihre Ketten aus,
+ Und Tugend nennt man, sie mit Anstand tragen.
+ So "uberkamen Sie die Welt. So ward
+ Sie Ihrem gross{}en Vater "uberliefert.
+ Wie k"onnten Sie in dieser traurigen
+ Verst"ummlung -- Menschen ehren? \\
+\1 Etwas Wahres
+ Find' ich in diesen Worten.\\
+\10 Aber Schade!
+ Da Sie den Menschen aus des Sch"opfers Hand
+ In Ihrer H"ande Werk verwandelten
+ Und dieser neugegoss{}nen Kreatur
+ Zum Gott sich gaben -- da versahen Sie's
+ In etwas nur: Sie blieben selbst noch Mensch --
+ Mensch aus des Sch"opfers Hand. \textit{Sie} fuhren fort
+ Als Sterblicher zu leiden, zu begehren;
+ \textit{Sie} brauchen Mitgef"uhl -- und einem Gott
+ Kann man nur opfern -- zittern -- zu ihm beten!
+ Bereuenswerther Tausch! Unselige
+ Verdrehung der Natur! -- Da Sie den Menschen
+ Zu Ihrem Saitenspiel herunterst"urzten,
+ Wer theilt mit Ihnen Harmonie? \\
+\1 (Bei Gott,
+ Er greift in meine Seele!) \\
+\10 Aber Ihnen
+ Bedeutet dieses Opfer nichts. Daf"ur
+ Sind Sie auch einzig -- Ihre eigne Gattung --
+ Um diesen Preis sind Sie ein Gott. -- Und schrecklich,
+ Wenn das \textit{nicht} w"are -- wenn f"ur diesen Preis,
+ F"ur das zertretne Gl"uck von Millionen,
+ Sie nichts gewonnen h"atten! wenn die Freiheit,
+ Die Sie vernichteten, das Einz'ge w"are,
+ Das Ihre W"unsche reifen kann? Ich bitte,
+ Mich zu entlassen, Sire. Mein Gegenstand
+ Reiss{}t mich dahin. Mein Herz ist voll -- der Reiz
+ Zu m"achtig, vor dem Einzigen zu stehen,
+ Dem ich es "offnen m"ochte.\\
+\[Der Graf von Lerma tritt herein und spricht einige Worte leise mit dem
+K"onig. Dieser gibt ihm einen Wink, sich zu entfernen, und bleibt in seiner
+vorigen Stellung sitzen\]
+\1 \[zum Marquis, nachdem Lerma weggegangen\] Redet aus!
+\10 \[nach einigem Stillschweigen\]
+ Ich f"uhle, Sire, -- den ganzen Werth -- \\
+\1 Vollendet!
+ Ihr hattet mir noch mehr zu sagen.\\
+\10 Sire!
+ J"ungst kam ich an von Flandern und Brabant. --
+ So viele reiche, bl"uhende Provinzen!
+ Ein kr"aftiges, ein gross{}es Volk -- und auch
+ Ein gutes Volk -- und Vater dieses Volkes,
+ Das, dacht' ich, das muss{} g"ottlich sein! -- Da stiess{}
+ Ich auf verbrannte menschliche Gebeine --
+\[Hier schweigt er still; seine Augen ruhen auf dem K"onig, der es
+versucht, diesen Blick zu erwiedern, aber betroffen und verwirrt zur Erde
+sieht\]
+Sie haben Recht. \textit{Sie} m"ussen. Dass{} Sie \textit{k"onnen},
+ Was Sie zu m"ussen eingesehen, hat mich
+ Mit schaudernder Bewunderung durchdrungen.
+ O Schade, dass{}, in seinem Blut gew"alzt,
+ Das Opfer wenig dazu taugt, dem Geist
+ Des Opferers ein Loblied anzustimmen!
+ Dass{} Menschen nur -- nicht Wesen h"ohrer Art --
+ Die Weltgeschichte schreiben! -- Sanftere
+ Jahrhunderte verdr"angen Philipps Zeiten;
+ Die bringen mildre Weisheit; B"urgergl"uck
+ Wird dann vers"ohnt mit F"urstengr"oss{}e wandeln,
+ Der karge Staat mit seinen Kindern geizen,
+ Und die Nothwendigkeit wird menschlich sein.
+\1 Wann, denkt Ihr, w"urden diese menschlichen
+ Jahrhunderte erscheinen, h"att' ich vor
+ Dem Fluch des jetzigen gezittert? Sehet
+ In meinem Spanien Euch um. Hier bl"uht
+ Des B"urgers Gl"uck in nie bew"olktem Frieden;
+ Und \textit{diese Ruhe} g"onn' ich den Flam"andern.
+\10 \[schnell\] Die Ruhe eines Kirchhofs! Und Sie hoffen,
+ Zu endigen, was Sie begannen? hoffen,
+ Der Christenheit gezeitigte Verwandlung,
+ Den allgemeinen Fr"uhling aufzuhalten,
+ Der die Gestalt der Welt verj"ungt? \textit{Sie} wollen --
+ Allein in ganz Europa -- sich dem Rade
+ Des Weltverh"angnisses, das unaufhaltsam
+ In vollem Laufe rollt, entgegenwerfen?
+ Mit Menscharm in seine Speichen fallen?
+ Sie werden nicht! Schon flohen Tausende
+ Aus Ihren L"andern froh und arm. Der B"urger,
+ Den Sie verloren f"ur den Glauben, war
+ Ihr edelster. Mit offnen Mutterarmen
+ Empf"angt die Fliehenden Elisabeth,
+ Und fruchtbar bl"uht durch K"unste unsers Landes
+ Britannien. Verlassen von dem Fleiss{}
+ Der neuen Christen, liegt Granada "ode,
+ Und jauchzend sieht Europa seinen Feind
+ An selbstgeschlagnen Wunden sich verbluten.
+\[\1 ist bewegt; der Marquis bemerkt es und tritt einige Schritte
+zu\-r"uck\]
+Sie wollen pflanzen f"ur die Ewigkeit,
+ Und s"aen Tod? Ein so erzwungnes Werk
+ Wird seines Sch"opfers Geist nicht "uberdauern.
+ Dem Undank haben Sie gebaut -- umsonst
+ Den harten Kampf mit der Natur gerungen,
+ Umsonst ein gross{}es k"onigliches Leben
+ Zerst"orenden Entw"urfen hingeopfert.
+ Der Mensch ist mehr, als Sie von ihm gehalten.
+ Des langen Schlummers Bande wird er brechen
+ Und wiederfordern sein geheiligt Recht.
+ Zu einem \textit{Nero} und \textit{Busiris} wirft
+ Er Ihren Namen, und -- das schmerzt mich; denn
+ Sie waren gut.\\
+\1 Wer hat Euch dessen so
+ Gewiss{} gemacht?\\
+\10 \[mit Feuer\] Ja, beim Allm"achtigen!
+ Ja -- ja -- ich wiederhol' es. Geben Sie,
+ Was Sie uns nahmen, wieder! Lassen Sie
+ Gross{}m"uthig, wie der Starke, Menschengl"uck
+ Aus Ihrem F"ullhorn str"omen -- Geister reifen
+ In Ihrem Weltgeb"aude! Geben Sie,
+ Was Sie uns nahmen, wieder. Werden Sie
+ Von Millionen K"onigen ein K"onig.
+\[Er n"ahert sich ihm k"uhn, und indem er feste und feurige Blicke auf ihn
+richtet\]
+O, k"onnte die Beredsamkeit von allen
+ Den Tausenden, die dieser gross{}en Stunde
+ Theilhaftig sind, auf meinen Lippen schweben,
+ Den Strahl, den ich in diesen Augen merke,
+ Zur Flamme zu erheben! Geben Sie
+ Die unnat"urliche Verg"ottrung auf,
+ Die uns vernichtet! Werden Sie uns Muster
+ Des Ewigen und Wahren! Niemals -- niemals
+ Besass{} ein Sterblicher so viel, so g"ottlich
+ Es zu gebrauchen. Alle K"onige
+ Europens huldigen dem spanischen Namen.
+ Gehn Sie Europens K"onigen voran.
+ Ein Federzug von dieser Hand, und neu
+ Erschaffen wird die Erde. Geben Sie
+ Gedankenfreiheit. -- \\
+ \[Sich ihm zu F"uss{}en werfend\]
+\1 \["uberrascht, das Gesicht weggewandt und dann wieder au den
+Marquis geheftet\] Sonderbarer Schw"armer!
+ Doch -- steht auf -- ich -- \\
+\10 Sehen Sie sich um
+ In seiner herrlichen Natur! Auf Freiheit
+ Ist sie gegr"undet -- und wie reich ist sie
+ Durch Freiheit! Er, der gross{}e Sch"opfer, wirft
+ In einen Tropfen Thau den Wurm und l"ass{}t
+ Noch in den todten R"aumen der Verwesung
+ Die Willk"ur sich erg"otzen -- \textit{Ihre} Sch"opfung,
+ Wie eng und arm! Das Rauschen eines Blattes
+ Erschreckt den Herrn der Christenheit -- Sie m"ussen
+ Vor jeder Tugend zittern. Er -- der Freiheit
+ Entz"uckende Erscheinung nicht zu st"oren --
+ Er l"ass{}t des Uebels grauenvolles Heer
+ In seinem Weltall lieber toben -- ihn,
+ Den K"unstler, wird man nicht gewahr, bescheiden
+ Verh"ullt er sich in ewige Gesetze;
+ \textit{Die} sieht der Freigeist, doch nicht \textit{ihn}. Wozu
+ Ein Gott? sagt er: die Welt ist sich genug.
+ Und keines Christen Andacht hat ihn mehr,
+ Als dieses Freigeists L"asterung, gepriesen.
+\1 Und wollet Ihr es unternehmen, dies
+ Erhabne Muster in der Sterblichkeit
+ In meinen Staaten nachzubilden? \\
+\10 Sie,
+ Sie k"onnen es. Wer anders? Weihen Sie
+ Dem Gl"uck der V"olker die Regentenkraft,
+ Die -- ach, so lang -- des Thrones Gr"oss{}e nur
+ Gewuchert hatte -- stellen Sie der Menschheit
+ Verlornen Adel wieder her. Der B"urger
+ Sei wiederum, was er zuvor gewesen,
+ Der Krone Zweck -- ihn binde keine Pflicht,
+ Als seiner Br"uder gleich ehrw"urd'ge Rechte.
+ Wenn nun der Mensch, sich selbst zur"uckgegeben,
+ Zu seines Werths Gef"uhl erwacht -- der Freiheit
+ Erhabne, stolze Tugenden gedeihen --
+ Dann, Sire, wenn Sie zum gl"ucklichsten der Welt
+ Ihr eignes K"onigreich gemacht -- dann ist
+ Es Ihre Pflicht, die Welt zu unterwerfen.
+\1 \[nach einem gross{}en Stillschweigen\]
+ Ich liess{} Euch bis zum Ende reden -- Anders,
+ Begreif' ich wohl, als sonst in Menschenk"opfen,
+ Malt sich in diesem Kopf die Welt -- auch will
+ Ich fremdem Mass{}stab Euch nicht unterwerfen.
+ Ich bin der Erste, dem Ihr Euer Innerstes
+ Enth"ullt. Ich glaub' es, weil ich's weiss{}. Um dieser
+ Enthaltung willen, solche Meinungen,
+ Mit solchem Feuer doch umfass{}t, verschwiegen
+ Zu haben bis auf diesen Tag -- um dieser
+ Bescheidnen Klugheit willen, junger Mann,
+ Will ich vergessen, dass{} ich sie erfahren
+ Und wie ich sie erfahren. Stehet auf.
+ Ich will den J"ungling, der sich "ubereilte,
+ Als Greis und nicht als K"onig widerlegen.
+ Ich will es, weil ich's will -- Gift also selbst,
+ Find' ich, kann in gutartigen Naturen
+ Zu etwas Besserm sich veredeln -- Aber
+ Flieht meine Inquisition. -- Es sollte
+ Mir leid tun -- \\
+\10 Wirklich? Sollt' es das? \\
+\1 \[in seinem Anblick verloren\] Ich habe
+ Solch einen Menschen nie gesehen. -- Nein,
+ Nein, Marquis! Ihr thut mir zu viel. Ich will
+ Nicht Nero sein. Ich will es nicht sein -- will
+ Es gegen Euch nicht sein. Nicht alle
+ Gl"uckseligkeit soll unter mir verdorren.
+ Ihr selbst, Ihr sollet unter meinen Augen
+ Fortfahren d"urfen, Mensch zu sein. \\
+\10 \[rasch\] Und meine
+ Mitb"urger, Sire? -- O! nicht um mich war mir's
+ Zu thun, nicht \textit{meine} Sache wollt' ich f"uhren.
+ Und Ihre Unterthanen, Sire? -- \\
+\1 Und wenn
+ Ihr so gut wisset, wie die Folgezeit
+ Mich richten wird, so lerne sie an Euch,
+ Wie ich mit Menschen es gehalten, als
+ Ich einen fand. \\
+\10 O! der gerechteste
+ Der K"onige sei nicht mit \textit{einem} Male
+ Der ungerechteste in Ihrem Flandern
+ Sind tausend Bessere als ich. Nur \textit{Sie} --
+ Darf ich es frei gestehen, gross{}er K"onig? --
+ \textit{Sie} sehn jetzt unter diesem sanftern Bilde
+ Vielleicht zum ersten Mal die Freiheit. \\
+\1 \[mit gemildertem Ernst\] Nichts mehr
+ Von diesem Inhalt, junger Mann. -- Ich weiss{},
+ Ihr werdet anders denken, kennet Ihr
+ Den Menschen erst, wie ich -- Doch h"att' ich Euch
+ Nicht gern zum letzten Mal gesehn. Wie fang ich
+ Es an, Euch zu verbinden? \\
+\10 Lassen Sie
+ Mich, wie ich bin. Was w"ar' ich Ihnen, Sire,
+ Wenn Sie auch mich best"achen? \\
+\1 Diesen Stolz
+ Ertrag' ich nicht. Ihr seid von heute an
+ In meinen Diensten. -- Keine Einwendung!
+ Ich will es haben. \\
+ \[Nach einer Pause\] Aber wie? was wollte
+ Ich denn? War es nicht Wahrheit, was ich wollte?
+ Und hier find' ich noch etwas mehr -- Ihr habt
+ Auf meinem Thron mich ausgefunden, Marquis.
+ Nicht auch in meinem Hause? \\
+\[Da sich der Marquis zu bedenken scheint\] Ich versteh' Euch
+ Doch -- w"ar' ich auch von allen V"atern der
+ Ungl"ucklichste, kann ich nicht gl"ucklich sein
+ Als Gatte? \\
+\10 Wenn ein hoffnungsvoller Sohn,
+ Wenn der Besitz der liebensw"urdigsten
+ Gemahlin einem Sterblichen ein Recht
+ In diesem Namen geben, Sire, so sind Sie
+ Der Gl"ucklichste durch Beides. \\
+\1 \[mit finstrer Miene\] Nein, ich bin es nicht!
+ Und dass{} ich's nicht bin, hab' ich tiefer nie
+ Gef"uhlt, als eben jetzt -- \\
+\[Mit einem Blick der Wehmuth auf dem Marquis verweilend\]
+\10 Der Prinz denkt edel
+ Und gut. Ich hab' ihn anders nie gefunden.
+\1 Ich aber hab' es -- Was er mir genommen,
+ Kann keine Krone mir ersetzen -- eine
+ So tugendhafte K"onigin!\\
+\10 Wer kann
+ Es wagen, Sire? \\
+\1 Die Welt! Die L"asterung!
+ Ich selbst! -- Hier liegen Zeugnisse, die ganz
+ Unwidersprechlich sie verdammen; andre
+ Sind noch vorhanden, die das Schrecklichste
+ Mich f"urchten lassen -- Aber, Marquis -- schwer,
+ Schwer f"allt es mir, an \textit{eines} nur zu glauben.
+ Wer klagt sie an? -- Wenn \textit{sie} sie f"ahig sollte
+ Gewesen sein, so tief sich zu entehren,
+ O, wie viel mehr ist mir zu glauben dann
+ Erlaubt, dass{} eine Eboli verleumdet?
+ Hass{}t nicht der Priester meinen Sohn und sie?
+ Und weiss{} ich nicht, dass{} Alba Rache br"utet?
+ Mein Weib ist mehr werth, als sie alle. \\
+\10 Sire,
+ Und etwas lebt noch in des Weibes Seele,
+ Das "uber allen Schein erhaben ist
+ Und "uber alle L"asterung -- es heiss{}t
+ Weibliche Tugend. \\
+\1 Ja! Das sag' ich auch.
+ So tief, als man die K"onigin bezichtigt,
+ Herab zu sinken, kostet viel. So leicht,
+ Als man mich "uberreden m"ochte, reiss{}en
+ Der Ehre heil'ge Bande nicht. Ihr kennt
+ Den Menschen, Marquis. Solch ein Mann hat mir
+ Schon l"angst gemangelt, Ihr seid gut und fr"ohlich,
+ Und kennet doch den Menschen auch -- drum hab'
+ Ich Euch gew"ahlt -- \\
+\10 \["uberrascht und erschrocken\] Mich, Sire? \\
+\1 Ihr standet
+ Vor Eurem Herrn und habt nichts f"ur Euch selbst
+ Erbeten -- nichts. Das ist mir neu -- Ihr werdet
+ Gerecht sein. Leidenschaft wird Euren Blick
+ Nicht irren -- Dr"anget Euch zu meinem Sohn,
+ Erforscht das Herz der K"onigin. Ich will
+ Euch Vollmacht senden, sie geheim zu sprechen.
+ Und jetzt verlass{}t mich! \\ \[Er zieht eine Glocke\]
+\10 Kann ich es mit \textit{einer}
+ Erf"ullten Hoffnung? dann ist dieser Tag
+ Der sch"onste meines Lebens. \\
+\1 \[reicht ihm die Hand zum Kusse\] Er ist kein
+ Verlorner in dem meinigen.\\
+\[Der Marquis steht auf und geht. Graf Lerma tritt herein\]
+ Der Ritter
+ Wird k"unftig ungemeldet vorgelassen.
+
+\Akt % 4
+
+\Szene{Saal bei der Königin}
+
+\Auftritt % 4.1
+
+\(Die Königin. Die Herzogin Olivarez. Die Prinzessin von Eboli. Die Gräfin
+Fuentes und noch andere Damen\)
+
+\2 \[zur Oberhofmeisterin, indem sie aufsteht\]
+ Der Schlüssel fand sich als nicht? -- So wird
+ Man die Schatulle mir erbrechen müssen,
+ Und zwar sogleich -- \\
+ \[Da sie die Prinzessin von Eboli gewahr wird, welche sich ihr nähert und
+ ihr die Hand küßt\] Willkommen, liebe Fürstin.
+ Mich freut, Sie wieder hergestellt zu finden --
+ Zwar noch sehr blaß -- \\
+\9 \[etwas tückisch\] Die Schuld es bösen Fiebers,
+ Das ganz erstaunlich an die Nerven greift.
+ Nicht wahr, Prinzessin? \\
+\2 Sehr hab' ich gewünscht,
+ Sie zu besuchen, meine Liebe -- Doch
+ Ich darf ja nicht. \\
+\6 Die Fürstin Eboli
+ Litt wenigstens nicht Mangel an Gesellschaft.
+\2 Das glaub' ich gern. Was haben Sie? Sie zittern.
+\8 Nichts -- gar nichts, meine Königin. Ich bitte
+ Um die Erlaubniß, wegzugehen. \\
+\2 Sie
+ Verhehlen uns, sind kränker gar, als Sie
+ Uns glauben machen wollen? Auch das Stehn
+ Wird Ihnen sauer. Helfen Sie ihr, Gräfin,
+ Auf dieses Tabouret sich niedersetzen.
+\8 Im Freien wird mir besser.\\ \[Sie geht ab\]
+\2 Folgen Sie
+ Ihr, Gräfin -- Welche Anwandlung! \\
+\[Ein Page tritt herein und spricht mit der Herzogin, welche sich alsdann
+zur Königin wendet\]
+\6 Der Marquis
+ Von Posa, Ihre Majestät -- Er kommt
+ Von Seiner Majestät dem König. \\
+\2 Ich
+ Erwart' ihn. \\
+
+\[Der Page geht ab und öffnet dem Marquis die Thüre\]
+
+
+\Auftritt % 4.2
+
+\(Marquis von Posa. Die Vorigen\)
+\[Der Marquis läßt sich auf ein Knie vor der Königin nieder, welche ihm
+einen Wink gibt, aufzustehen\]
+\2 Was ist meines Herrn Befehl?
+ Darf ich ihn öffentlich -- \\
+\10 Mein Auftrag lautet
+ An Ihre königliche Majestät allein.
+
+\[Die Damen entfernen sich auf einen Wink der Königin\]
+
+\Auftritt % 4.3
+
+\(Die Königin. Marquis von Posa\)
+
+\2 \[voll Bewunderung\]
+ Wie? Darf ich meinen Augen trauen, Marquis?
+ Sie an mich abgeschickt vom König? \\
+\10 Dünkt
+ Das Ihre Majestät so sonderbar?
+ Mir ganz und gar nicht. \\
+\2 Nun, so ist die Welt
+ Aus ihrer Bahn gewichen. Sie und \textit{er} --
+ Ich muß gestehen -- \\
+\10 Daß es seltsam klingt?
+ Das mag wohl sein. -- Die gegenwärt'ge Zeit
+ Ist noch an mehrern Wunderdingen fruchtbar.
+\2 An größern kaum. \\
+\10 Gesetzt, ich hätte mich
+ Bekehren lassen endlich -- wär' es müde,
+ An Philipps Hof den Sonderling zu spielen?
+ Den Sonderling! Was heißt auch das? Wer sich
+ Den Menschen nützlich machen will, muß doch
+ Zuerst sich ihnen gleich zu stellen suchen.
+ Wozu der Secte prahlerische Tracht?
+ Gesetzt -- wer ist von Eitelkeit so frei,
+ Um nicht für seinen Glauben gern zu werben? --
+ Gesetzt, ich ginge damit um, den meinen
+ Auf einen Thron zu setzen? \\
+\2 Nein! -- Nein, Marquis,
+ Auch nicht einmal im Scherze möcht' ich dieser
+ Unreifen Einbildung Sie zeihn. Sie sind
+ Der Träumer nicht, der etwas unternähme,
+ Was nicht geendigt werden kann. \\
+\10 Das eben
+ Wär' noch die Frage, denk' ich. \\
+\2 Was ich höchstens
+ Sie zeihen könnte, Marquis -- was von Ihnen
+ Mich fast befremden könnte, wäre -- wäre --
+\10 Zweideutelei. Kann sein. \\
+\2 Unredlichkeit
+ Zum wenigsten. Der König wollte mir
+ Wahrscheinlich nicht durch Sie anbieten lassen,
+ Was Sie mir sagen werden. \\
+\10 Nein. \\
+\2 Und kann
+ Die gute Sache schlimme Mittel adeln?
+ Kann sich -- verzeihen Sie mir diesen Zweifel --
+ Ihr edler Stolz in diesem Amte borgen?
+ Kaum glaub' ich es. \\
+\10 Auch \textit{ich} nicht, wenn es hier
+ Nur gelten soll, den König zu betrügen.
+ Doch das ist meine Meinung nicht. Ihm selbst
+ Gedenk' ich diesmal redlicher zu dienen,
+ Als er mir aufgetragen hat. \\
+\2 Daran
+ Erkenn' ich Sie, und nun genug! Was macht er?
+\10 Der König? -- Wie es scheint, bin ich sehr bald
+ An meiner strengen Richterin gerächt.
+ Was ich so sehr nicht zu erzählen eile,
+ Eilt Ihre Majestät, wie mir geschienen,
+ Noch weit, weit weniger zu hören. -- Doch
+ Gehört muß es doch werden! Der Monarch
+ Läßt Ihr Majestät ersuchen, dem
+ Ambassadeur von Frankreich kein Gehör
+ Für heute zu bewilligen. Das war
+ Mein Auftrag. Er ist abgethan. \\
+\2 Und das
+ Ist Alles, Marquis, was Sie mir von ihm
+ Zu sagen haben? \\
+\10 Alles ungefähr,
+ Was mich berechtigt, hier zu sein. \\
+\2 Ich will
+ Mich gern bescheiden, Marquis, nicht zu wissen,
+ Was mir vielleicht Geheimniß bleiben muß --
+\10 Das \textit{muß} es, meine Königin -- Zwar, wären
+ Sie nicht \textit{Sie} selbst, ich würde eilen, Sie
+ Von ein'gen Dingen zu belehren, vor
+ Gewissen Menschen Sie zu warnen -- doch
+ Das braucht es nicht bei Ihnen. Die Gefahr
+ Mag auf-- und untergehen um Sie her,
+ Sie sollen's nie erfahren. Alles Dies
+ Ist ja nicht so viel werth, den goldnen Schlaf
+ Von eines Engels Stirne zu verjagen.
+ Auch war es Das nicht, was mich hergeführt.
+ Prinz Carlos -- \\
+\2 Wie verließen Sie ihn? \\
+\10 Wie
+ Den einz'gen Weisen seiner Zeit, dem es
+ Verbrechen ist, die Wahrheit anzubeten --
+ Und eben so beherzt, für \textit{seine} Liebe,
+ Wie Jener für die seinige, zu sterben.
+ Ich bringe wenig Worte -- aber hier,
+ Hier ist er selbst. \\
+\[Er gibt der Königin einen Brief\]
+\2 \[nachdem sie ihn gelesen\]
+ Er muß mich sprechen, sagt er.
+\10 Das sag' ich auch. \\
+\2 Wird es ihn glücklich machen,
+ Wenn er mit seinen Augen sieht, daß ich
+ Es auch nicht bin? \\
+\10 Nein -- aber thätiger
+ Soll es ihn machen und entschloßner. \\
+\2 Wie?
+\10 Der Herzog Alba ist ernannt nach Flandern.
+\2 Ernannt -- so hör' ich. \\
+\10 Widerrufen kann
+ Der König nie. Wir kennen ja den König.
+ Doch wahr ist's auch: Hier darf der Prinz nicht bleiben --
+ Hier nicht, jetzt vollends nicht -- und Flandern darf
+ Nicht aufgeopfert werden. \\
+\2 Wissen Sie
+ Es zu verhindern? \\
+\10 Ja -- vielleicht. Das Mittel
+ Ist fast so schlimm, als die Gefahr. Es ist
+ Verwegen, wie Verzweiflung. -- Doch ich weiß
+ Von keinem andern. \\
+\2 Nennen Sie mir's. \\
+\10 Ihnen,
+ Nur Ihnen, meine Königin, wag' ich
+ Es zu entdecken. Nur von Ihnen kann
+ Es Carlos hören, ohne Abscheu hören.
+ Der Name freilich, den es führen wird,
+ Klingt etwas rauh -- \\
+\2 Rebellion -- \\
+\10 Er soll
+ Dem König ungehorsam werden, soll
+ Nach Brüssel heimlich sich begeben, wo
+ Mit offnen Armen die Flamänder ihn
+ Erwarten. Alle Niederlande stehen
+ Auf seine Losung auf. Die gute Sache
+ Wird stark durch einen Königssohn. Er mache
+ Den span'schen Thron durch seine Waffen zittern.
+ Was in Madrid der Vater ihm verweigert,
+ Wird er in Brüssel ihm bewilligen. \\
+\2 Sie sprachen
+ Ihn heute und behaupten das? \\
+\10 Weil ich
+ Ihn heute sprach. \\
+\2 \[nach einer Pause\] Der Plan, den Sie mir zeigen,
+ Erschreckt und -- reizt mich auch zugleich. Ich glaube,
+ Daß Sie nicht Unrecht haben. -- Die Idee
+ Ist kühn, und eben darum, glaub' ich,
+ Gefällt sie mir. Ich will sie reifen lassen.
+ Weiß sie der Prinz? \\
+\10 Er sollte, war mein Plan,
+ Aus Ihrem Mund zum ersten Mal sie hören.
+\2 Unstreitig! Die Idee ist groß. -- Wenn anders
+ Des Prinzen Jugend -- \\
+\10 Schadet nichts. Er findet
+ Dort einen Egmont und Oranien,
+ Die braven Krieger Kaiser Carls, so klug
+ Im Kabinet als fürchterlich im Felde.
+\2 \[mit Lebhaftigkeit\]
+ Nein! die Idee ist groß und schön -- Der Prinz
+ Muß handeln. Lebhaft fühl' ich das. Die Rolle,
+ Die man hier in Madrid ihn spielen sieht,
+ Drückt mich an seiner Statt zu Boden -- Frankreich
+ Versprech' ich ihm; Savoyen auch. Ich bin
+ Ganz Ihrer Meinung, Marquis, er muß handeln.
+ Doch dieser Anschlag fordert Geld. \\
+\10 Auch das liegt schon
+ Bereit -- \\
+\2 Und dazu weiß ich Rat. \\
+\10 So darf ich
+ Zu der Zusammenkunft ihm Hoffnung geben?
+\2 Ich will mir's überlegen. \\
+\10 Carlos dringt
+ Auf Antwort, Ihre Majestät. -- Ich hab'
+ Ihm zugesagt, nicht leer zurück zu kehren.
+ \[Seine Schreibtafel der Königin reichend\]
+ Zwei Zeilen sind für jetzt genug -- \\
+\2 \[nachdem sie geschrieben\] Werd' ich
+ Sie wiedersehn? \\
+\10 So oft Sie es befehlen.
+\2 So oft -- so oft ich es befehle? -- Marquis!
+ Wie muß ich diese Freiheit mir erklären?
+\10 So arglos, als \textit{Sie} immer können. Wir
+ Genießen sie -- das ist genug -- das ist
+ Für meine Königin genug. \\
+\2 \[abbrechend\] Wie sollt' es
+ Mich freuen, Marquis, wenn der Freiheit endlich
+ Noch diese Zufluch in Europa bliebe!
+ Wenn sie durch \textit{ihn} es bliebe! -- Rechnen Sie
+ Auf meinen stillen Antheil -- \\
+\10 \[mit Feuer\] O, ich wußt' es,
+ Ich mußte hier verstanden werden -- \\
+\persona{Herzogin Olivarez} \[erscheint an der Thüre\]
+\2 \[fremd zum Marquis\] Was
+ Von meinem Herrn, dem König, kommt, werd' ich
+ Als ein Gesetz verehren. Gehen Sie,
+ Ihm meine Unterwerfung zu versichern.
+
+\[Sie gibt ihm einen Wink. Der Marquis geht ab\]
+
+\Szene{Galerie}
+
+\Auftritt % 4.4
+
+\(Don Carlos und Graf Lerma\)
+
+\3 Hier sind wir ungestört. Was haben Sie
+ Mir zu entdecken? \\
+\12 Eure Hoheit hatten
+ An diesem Hofe einen Freund. \\
+\3 \[stutzt\] Den ich
+ Nicht wüßte! -- Wie? Was wollen Sie damit?
+\12 So muß ich um Vergebung bitten, daß
+ Ich mehr erfuhr, als ich erfahren durfte.
+ Doch, Eurer Hoheit zur Beruhigung,
+ Ich hab' es wenigstens von treuer Hand,
+ Denn, kurz, ich hab' es von mir selbst. \\
+\3 Von wem
+ Ist denn die Rede? \\
+\12 Marquis Posa -- \\
+\3 Nun?
+\12 Wenn etwa mehr, als Jemand wissen darf,
+ Von Eurer Hoheit ihm bewußt sein sollte,
+ Wie ich beinahe fürchte -- \\
+\3 Wie Sie fürchten?
+\12 -- Er war beim König. \\
+\3 So? \\
+\12 Zwei volle Stunden
+ Und in sehr heimlichem Gespräch. \\
+\3 Wahrhaftig?
+\12 Es war von keiner Kleinigkeit die Rede.
+\3 Das will ich glauben. \\
+\12 Ihren Namen, Prinz,
+ Hört' ich zu öftern Malen. \\
+\3 Hoffentlich
+ Kein schlimmes Zeichen. \\
+\12 Auch ward heute Morgen
+ Im Schlafgemache seiner Majestät
+ Der Königin sehr räthselhaft erwähnt.
+\3 \[tritt bestürzt zurück\]
+ Graf Lerma? \\
+\12 Als der Marquis weggegangen,
+ Empfing ich den Befehl, ihn künftighin
+ Unangemeldet vorzulassen. \\
+\3 Das
+ Ist wirklich viel. \\
+\12 Ganz ohne Beispiel, Prinz,
+ So lang mir denkt, daß ich dem König diene.
+\3 Viel! Wahrlich viel! -- Und wie? wie, sagten Sie,
+ Wie ward der Königin erwähnt? \\
+\12 \[tritt zurück\] Nein, Prinz,
+ Nein! Das ist wider meine Pflicht. \\
+\3 Wie seltsam!
+ Sie sagen mit das Eine und verhehlen
+ Das Andre mir. \\
+\12 Das Erste war ich Ihnen,
+ Das Zweite bin ich dem Monarchen schuldig.
+\3 -- Sie haben Recht. \\
+\12 Den Marquis hab' ich zwar
+ Als Mann von Ehre stets gekannt. \\
+\3 Dann haben
+ Sie ihn sehr gut gekannt. \\
+\12 Jedwede Tugend
+ Ist fleckenfrei -- bis auf den Augenblick
+ Der Probe. \\
+\3 Auch wohl hier und da noch drüber.
+\12 Und eines großen Königs Gunst dünkt mir
+ Der Frage werth. An diesem goldnen Angel
+ Hat manche starke Tugend sich verblutet.
+\3 O ja. \\
+\12 Oft sogar ist es weise, zu entdecken,
+ Was nicht verschwiegen bleiben kann. \\
+\3 Ja, weise!
+ Doch, wie Sie sagen, haben Sie den Marquis
+ Als Mann von Ehre nur gekannt? \\
+\12 Ist er
+ Es \textit{noch}, so macht mein Zweifel ihn nicht schlechter.
+ Und Sie, mein Prinz, gewinnen doppelt. \\ \[Er will gehen\]
+\3 \[folgt ihm gerührt und drückt ihm die Hand\] Dreifach
+ Gewinn' ich, edler, würd'ger Mann -- ich sehe
+ Um einen Freund mich reicher, und es kostet
+ Mir den nicht, den ich schon besaß. \\
+
+ \[Lerma geht ab\]
+
+\Auftritt % 4.5
+
+\(Marquis von Posa kommt durch die Galerie. Carlos\)
+
+\10 Carl! Carl!
+\3 Wer ruft? Ah, du bist's! Eben recht. Ich eile
+ Voraus ins Kloster. Komm bald nach. \\
+ \[Er will fort\]
+\10 Nur zwei
+ Minuten -- bleib. \\
+\3 Wenn man uns überfiele --
+\10 Man wird doch nicht. Es ist sogleich geschehen.
+ Die Königin -- \\
+\3 Du warst bei meinem Vater?
+\10 Er ließ mich rufen; ja. \\
+\3 \[voll Erwartung\] Nun? \\
+\10 Es ist richtig.
+ Du wirst sie sprechen. \\
+\3 Und der König? Was
+ Will der König? \\
+\10 Der? Nicht viel. -- Neugierde,
+ Zu wissen, wer ich bin. -- Dienstfertigkeit
+ Von unbestellten guten Freunden. Was
+ Weiß ich? Er bot mir Dienste an. \\
+\3 Die du
+ Doch abgelehnt? \\
+\10 Versteht sich. \\
+\3 Und wie kamt
+ Ihr auseinander? \\
+\10 Ziemlich gut. \\
+\3 Von mir
+ War also wohl die Rede nicht? \\
+\10 Von dir?
+ Doch. Ja. Im Allgemeinen \\
+ \[Er zieht ein Souvenir heraus und gibt es dem Prinzen\]
+ Hier vorläufig
+ Zwei Worte von der Königin, und morgen
+ Werd' ich erfahren, wo und wie -- \\
+\3 \[liest sehr zerstreut, steckt die Schreibtafel ein und will gehen\]
+ Beim Prior
+ Triffst du mich also. \\
+\10 Warte doch. Was eilst du?
+ Es kommt ja Niemand. \\
+\3 \[mit erkünsteltem Lächeln\] Haben wir denn wirklich
+ Die Rollen umgetauscht? Du bist ja heute
+ Erstaunlich sicher. \\
+\10 Heute? Warum heute?
+\3 Und was schreibt mir die Königin? \\
+\10 Hast du
+ Denn nicht im Augenblick gelesen? \\
+\3 Ich?
+ Ja so. \\
+\10 Was hast du denn? Was ist dir? \\
+\3 \[liest das Geschriebene noch einmal. Entzückt und feurig\]
+Engel
+ Des Himmels! Ja, ich will es sein -- ich will --
+ Will deiner werth sein -- Große Seelen macht
+ Die Liebe größer. Sei's auch, was es sei.
+ Wenn \textit{du} es mir gebietest, ich gehorche --
+ Sie schreibt, daß ich auf eine wichtige
+ Entschließung mich bereiten soll. Was kann
+ Sie damit meinen? Weißt du nicht? \\
+\10 Wenn ich's
+ Auch wüßte, Carl, bist du auch jetzt gestimmt,
+ Es anzuhören? \\
+\3 Hab' ich dich beleidigt?
+ Ich war zerstreut. Vergib mir, Roderich.
+\10 Zerstreut? Wodurch? \\
+\3 Durch -- ich weiß selber nicht.
+ Dies Souvenir ist also meins? \\
+\10 Nicht ganz!
+ Vielmehr bin ich gekommen, mir sogar
+ Deins auszubitten. \\
+\3 Meins? Wozu? \\
+\10 Und was
+ Du etwa sonst an Kleinigkeiten, die
+ In keines Dritten Hände fallen dürfen,
+ An Briefen oder abgerissenen
+ Concepten bei dir führst -- kurz, deine ganze
+ Brieftasche -- \\
+\3 Wozu aber? \\
+\10 Nur auf alle Fälle.
+ Wer kann für Ueberraschung stehn? Bei mir
+ Sucht sie doch Niemand. Gib. \\
+\3 \[sehr unruhig\] Das ist doch seltsam!
+ Woher auf einmal diese -- \\
+\10 Sei ganz ruhig.
+ Ich will nichts damit angedeutet haben.
+ Gewißlich nicht! Es ist Behutsamkeit
+ \textit{Vor} der Gefahr. So hab' ich's nicht gemeint,
+ So wahrlich nicht, daß du erschrecken solltest.
+\3 \[gibt ihm die Brieftasche\]
+ Verwahr' sie gut. \\
+\10 Das werd' ich. \\
+\3 \[sieht ihn bedeutend an\] Roderich!
+ Ich gab dir viel. \\
+\10 Noch immer nicht so viel,
+ Als ich von dir schon habe -- Dort also
+ Das Uebrige, und jetzt leb' wohl! -- leb' wohl!
+ \[Er will gehen\]
+\3 \[kämpft zweifelhaft mit sich selbst -- endlich ruft er ihn zurück\]
+ Gibt mir die Briefe doch noch einmal. Einer
+ Von ihr ist auch darunter, den sie damals,
+ Als ich so tödtlich krank gelegen, nach
+ Alcala mir geschrieben. Stets hab' ich
+ Auf meinem Herzen ihn getragen. Mich
+ Von diesem Brief zu trennen, fällt mir schwer.
+ Laß mir den Brief -- nur \textit{den} -- das Uebrige
+ Nimm alles. \\
+\[Er nimmt ihn heraus und gibt die Brieftasche zurück\]
+\10 Carl, ich thu' es ungern. Just
+ Um diesen Brief war mir's zu thun. \\
+\3 Leb' wohl!
+\[Er geht langsam und still weg, an der Thüre bleibt er einen Augenblick
+stehen, kehrt wieder um und bringt ihm den Brief\]
+Da hast du ihn. \\
+\[Seine Hand zittert. Thränen stürzen aus seinen Augen, er fällt dem
+Marquis um den Hals und drückt sein Gesicht wider dessen Brust\]
+ Das kann mein Vater nicht?
+ Nicht wahr, mein Roderich? \textit{Das} kann er doch nicht?
+
+ \[Er geht schnell fort\]
+
+\Auftritt % 4.6
+
+\(Marquis sieht ihm erstaunt nach\)
+
+\10 Wär's möglich? Wär' es? Also hätt' ich ihn
+ Doch nicht gekannt? Nicht ganz? In seinem Herzen
+ Wär' diese Falte wirklich mir entgangen?
+ Mißtrauen gegen seinen Freund!
+ Nein, es ist Lästerung! -- Was that er mir,
+ Daß ich der Schwächen schwächster ihn verklage?
+ Was ich ihn zeihe, werd' ich selbst -- Befremden --
+ Das mag es ihn, das glaub' ich gern. Wann hätte
+ Er dieser seltsamen Verschlossenheit
+ In seinem Freunde sich versehn? -- Auch schmerzen!
+ Ich kann dir's nicht ersparen, Carl, und länger
+ Muß ich noch deine gute Seele quälen.
+ Der König glaubte dem Gefäß, dem er
+ Sein heiliges Geheimniß übergeben,
+ Und Glauben fordert Dankbarkeit. Was wäre
+ Geschwätzigkeit, wenn mein Verstummen dir
+ Nicht Leiden bringt? vielleicht erspart? Warum
+ Dem Schlafenden die Wetterwolke zeigen,
+ Die über seinem Scheitel hängt? -- Genug,
+ Daß ich sie still an dir vorüber führe
+ Und, wenn du aufwachst, heller Himmel ist. \[Er geht ab\]
+
+\Szene{Kabinet des Königs.}
+
+\Auftritt % 4.7
+
+\(Der König in einem Sessel -- neben ihm die Infantin Clara Eugenia\)
+
+\1 \[nach einem tiefen Stillschweigen\]
+ Nein! Es ist dennoch meine Tochter -- Wie
+ Kann die Natur mit solcher Wahrheit lügen?
+ Dies blaue Auge ist ja mein! Find' ich
+ In jedem dieser Züge mich nicht wieder?
+ Kind meiner Liebe, ja, du bist's. Ich drücke
+ Dich an mein Herz -- du bist mein Blut. \\
+ \[Er stutzt und hält inne\] Mein Blut!
+ Was kann ich Schlimmres fürchten? Meine Züge,
+ Sind sie die \textit{seinigen} nicht auch? \\
+\[Er hat das Medaillon in die Hand genommen und sieht wechselsweise auf
+das Bild und in einen gegenüber stehen den Spiegel -- endlich wirft er es
+zur Erde, steht schnell auf und drückt die Infantin von sich\]
+ Weg! Weg!
+In diesem Abgrund geh' ich unter. \\
+
+\Auftritt % 4.8
+
+\(Graf Lerma. Der König\)
+
+\12 Eben
+ Sind Ihre Majestät, die Königin,
+ Im Vorgemach erschienen. \\
+\1 Jetzt? \\
+\12 Und bitten
+ Um gnädigstes Gehör -- \\
+\1 Jetzt aber? Jetzt?
+ In dieser ungewohnten Stunde? -- Nein!
+ Jetzt kann ich sie nicht sprechen -- jetzt nicht -- \\
+\12 Hier
+ Sind Ihre Majestät schon selbst -- \[Er geht ab\] \\
+
+\Auftritt % 4.9
+
+\(Der König. Die Königin tritt herein. Die Infantin\)
+
+\[Die Letztere fliegt ihr entgegen und schmiegt sich an sie an. Die
+Königin fällt vor dem König nieder, welcher stumm und verwirrt steht\]
+
+\2 Mein Herr
+ Und mein Gemahl -- ich muß -- ich bin gezwungen,
+ Vor Ihrem Thron Gerechtigkeit zu suchen.
+\1 Gerechtigkeit? \\
+\2 Unwürdig seh' ich mir
+ An diesem Hof begegnet. Meine
+ Schatulle ist erbrochen -- \\
+\1 Was? \\
+\2 Und Sachen
+ Von großem Werth für mich daraus verschwunden --
+\1 Von großem Werth für Sie -- \\
+\2 Durch die Bedeutung,
+ Die eines Unbelehrten Dreistigkeit
+ Vermögend wäre -- \\
+\1 Dreistigkeit -- Bedeutung --
+ Doch -- stehn Sie auf. \\
+\2 Nicht eher, mein Gemahl,
+ Bis Sie durch ein Versprechen sich gebunden,
+ Kraft Ihres königlichen Arms zu meiner
+ Genugthuung den Thäter mir zu stellen,
+ Wo nicht, von einem Hofstaat mich zu trennen,
+ Der meinen Dieb verbirgt -- \\
+\1 Stehn Sie doch auf --
+ In dieser Stellung -- Stehn Sie auf -- \\
+\2 \[steht auf\] Daß er
+ Von Range sein muß, weiß ich -- denn in der
+ Schatulle lag an Perlen und Demanten
+ Weit über eine Million, und er
+ Begnügte sich mit Briefen -- \\
+\1 Die ich doch --
+\2 Recht gerne, mein Gemahl. Es waren Briefe
+ Und ein Medaillon von dem Infanten.
+\1 Von -- \\
+\2 Dem Infanten, Ihrem Sohn. \\
+\1 An Sie?
+\2 An mich. \\
+\1 Von dem Infanten? Und das sagen
+ Sie \textit{mir}? \\
+\2 Warum nicht Ihnen, mein Gemahl?
+\1 Mit dieser Stirne? \\
+\2 Was fällt Ihnen auf?
+ Ich denke, Sie erinnern sich der Briefe,
+ Die mit Bewilligung von beiden Kronen
+ Don Carlos mir nach Saint-Germain geschrieben.
+ Ob auch das Bild, womit er sie begleitet,
+ In diese Freiheit einbedungen worden,
+ Ob seine rasche Hoffnung eigenmächtig
+ Sich diesen kühnen Schritt erlaubt -- das will
+ Ich zu entscheiden mich nicht unterfangen.
+ Wenn's Uebereilung war, so war es die
+ Verzeihlichste -- da bin ich für ihn Bürge.
+ Denn damals fiel ihm wohl nicht bei, daß es
+ Für seine Mutter wäre -- \\
+ \[Sieht die Bewegung des Königs\]
+ Was ist das?
+ Was haben Sie? \\
+\5 \[welche unterdessen das Medaillon auf dem Boden gefunden und
+damit gespielt hat, bringt es der Königin\]
+ Ah! Sieh da, meine Mutter!
+ Das schöne Bild -- \\
+\2 Was denn, mein -- \\
+ \[Sie erkennt das Medaillon und bleibt in sprachloser Erstarrung stehen.
+Beide sehen einander mit unverwandten Augen an. Nach einem langen
+Stillschweigen\] Wahrlich, Sire!
+ \textit{Dies} Mittel, seiner Gattin Herz zu prüfen,
+ Dünkt mir sehr königlich und edel -- Doch
+ Noch eine Frage möcht' ich mir erlauben.
+\1 Das Fragen ist an mir. \\
+\2 Durch meinen Argwohn
+ Soll doch die Unschuld wenigstens nicht leiden. --
+ Wenn also dieser Diebstahl Ihr Befehl
+ Gewesen -- \\
+\1 Ja. \\
+\2 Dann hab' ich Niemand anzuklagen
+ Und Niemand weiter zu bedauern -- Niemand,
+ Als \textit{Sie}, dem \textit{die} Gemahlin nicht geworden,
+ Bei welcher solche Mittel sich verlohnen.
+\1 \textit{Die} Sprache kenn' ich. -- Doch, Madame,
+ Zum zweiten Male soll sie mich nicht täuschen,
+ Wie in Aranjuez sie mich getäuscht.
+ Die engelreine Königin, die damals
+ Mit so viel Würde sich vertheidigt -- jetzt
+ Kenn' ich sie besser. \\
+\2 Was ist das? \\
+\1 Kurz also
+ Und ohne Hinterhalt, Madame! -- Ist's wahr,
+ Noch wahr, daß Sie mit Niemand dort gesprochen?
+ Mit Niemand? Ist das wirklich wahr? \\
+\2 Mit dem Infanten
+ Hab' ich gesprochen. Ja. \\
+\1 Ja? -- Nun, so ist's
+ Am Tage. Es ist offenbar. So frech!
+ So wenig Schonung meiner Ehre! \\
+\2 Ehre, Sire?
+ Wenn Ehre zu verletzen war, so, fürcht' ich,
+ Stand eine größre auf dem Spiel, als mir
+ Castilien zur Morgengabe brachte.
+\1 Warum verleugnen Sie mir? \\
+\2 Weil ich
+ Es nicht gewohnt bin, Sire, in Gegenwart
+ Von Höflingen, auf Delinquentenweise
+ Verhören mich zu lassen. Wahrheit werde
+ Ich nie verleugnen, wenn mit Ehrerbietung
+ Und Güte sie gefordert wird. -- Und war
+ Das wohl der Ton, den Eure Majestät
+ Mit in Aranjuez zu hören gaben?
+ Ist etwa sie versammelte Grandezza
+ Der Richterstuhl, vor welchen Königinnen
+ Zu ihrer stillen Thaten Rechenschaft
+ Gezogen werden? Ich gestattete
+ Dem Prinzen die Zusammenkunft, um die
+ Er dringend bat. Ich that es, mein Gemahl,
+ Weil ich es wollte -- weil ich den Gebrauch
+ Nicht über Dinge will zum Richter setzen,
+ Die ich für tadellos erkannt -- und Ihnen
+ Verbarg ich es, weil ich nicht lüstern war,
+ Mit Eurer Majestät um diese Freiheit
+ Vor meinem Hofgesinde mich zu streiten.
+\1 Sie sprechen kühn, Madame, sehr -- \\
+\2 Und auch darum,
+ Setz' ich hinzu, weil der Infant doch schwerlich
+ Der Billigkeit, die er verdient, sich zu
+ Erfreuen hat in seines Vaters Herzen --
+\1 Die er verdient? \\
+\2 Denn warum soll ich es
+ Verbergen, Sire? -- Ich schätz' ihn sehr und lieb' ihn
+ Als meinen theuersten Verwandten, der
+ Einst werth befunden worden, einen Namen
+ Zu führen, der mich mehr anging -- Ich habe
+ Noch nicht recht einsehn lernen, daß er mir
+ Gerade darum fremder sollte sein,
+ Als jeder Andre, weil er ehedem
+ Vor jedem Andern theuer mir gewesen.
+ Wenn Ihre Staatsmaxime Bande knüpft,
+ Wie sie für gut es findet, soll es ihr
+ Doch etwas schwerer werden, sie zu lösen.
+ Ich will nicht hassen, wen ich soll -- und, weil
+ Man endlich doch zu reden mich gezwungen --
+ Ich will es nicht -- will meine Wahl nicht länger
+ Gebunden sehn -- \\
+\1 Elisabeth! Sie haben
+ In schwachen Stunden mich gesehen. Diese
+ Erinnerung macht Sie so kühn. Sie trauen
+ Auf eine Allmacht, die Sie oft genug
+ An meiner Festigkeit geprüft. -- Doch fürchten
+ Sie desto mehr. Was bis zu Schwächen mich
+ Gebracht, kann auch zu Raserei mich führen.
+\2 Was hab' ich denn begangen? \\
+\1 \[nimmt ihre Hand\] Wenn es ist,
+ \textit{Doch} ist -- und ist es denn nicht schon? -- wenn Ihrer
+ Verschuldung volles, aufgehäuftes Maß
+ Auch nur um eines Athems Schwere steigt --
+ Wenn ich der Hintergangne bin -- \\
+ \[Er läßt ihre Hand los\] Ich kann
+ Auch über diese letzte Schwäche siegen.
+ Ich kann's und will's -- Dann wehe mir und Ihnen,
+ Elisabeth! \\
+\2 Was hab' ich denn begangen?
+\1 Dann meinetwegen fließe Blut -- \\
+\2 So weit
+ Ist es gekommen -- Gott! \\
+\1 Ich kenne
+ Mich selbst nicht mehr -- ich ehre keine Sitte
+ Und keine Stimme der Natur und keinen
+ Vertrag der Nationen mehr -- \\
+\2 Wie sehr
+ Beklag' ich Eure Majestät -- \\
+\1 \[außer Fassung\] Beklagen!
+ Das Mitleid einer Buhlerin -- \\
+\5 \[hängt sich erschrocken an ihre Mutter\]
+ Der König zürnt,
+ Und meine schöne Mutter weint. \\
+\1 \[stößt das Kind unsanft von der Königin\]
+\2 \[mit Sanftmuth und Würde, aber mit zitternder Stimme\]
+ Dies Kind
+ Muß ich doch sicher stellen vor Mißhandlung.
+ Komm mit mir, meine Tochter. \\ \[Sie nimmt es auf den Arm\]
+ Wenn der König
+ Dich nicht mehr kennen will, so muß ich jenseits
+ Der Pyrenäen Bürger kommen lassen,
+ Die unsre Sache führen. \\
+\[Sie will gehen\]
+\1 \[betreten\] Königin?
+\2 Ich kann nicht mehr -- das ist zu viel --
+ \[Sie will die Thür erreichen und fällt mit dem Kinde an der Schwelle zu
+Boden\]
+\1 \[hinzueilend, voll Bestürzung\]
+ Gott! was ist das? -- \\
+\5 \[ruft voll Schrecken\] Ach, meine Mutter blutet! \[r]sie eilt hinaus\]
+\1 \[ängstlich um sie beschäftigt\]
+ Welch fürchterlicher Zufall! Blut! Verdien' ich,
+ Daß Sie so hart mich strafen? Stehn Sie auf,
+ Erholen Sie sich! Stehn Sie auf! Man kommt!
+ Man überrascht uns -- Stehn Sie auf! Soll sich
+ Mein ganzer Hof an diesem Schauspiel weiden?
+ Muß ich Sie bitten, aufzustehen? \\
+
+\[Sie richtet sich auf, von dem König unterstützt\]
+
+\Auftritt % 4.10
+
+\(Die Vorigen. Alba, Domingo treten erschrocken herein. Damen folgen\)
+
+\1 Man bringe
+ Die Königin zu Hause. Ihr ist übel.
+\[Die Königin geht ab, begleitet von den Damen. Alba und Domingo treten
+näher\]
+\11 Die Königin in Thränen, und auf ihrem
+ Gesichte Blut -- \\
+\1 Das nimmt die Teufel Wunder,
+ Die mich verleitet haben? \\
+\11 \16 Wir? \\
+\1 Die mir
+ Genug gesagt, zum Rasen mich zu bringen,
+ Zu meiner Ueberzeugung nichts. \\
+\11 Wir gaben,
+ Was wir gehabt -- \\
+\1 Die Hölle dank' es euch.
+ Ich habe, was mit reut, gethan. War das
+ Die Sprache eines schuldigen Gewissens?
+\persona{Marquis von Posa} \[noch außerhalb der Scene\]
+ Ist der Monarch zu sprechen? \\
+
+\Auftritt % 4.11
+
+\(Marquis von Posa. Die Vorigen\)
+
+\1 \[bei dieser Stimme lebhaft auffahrend und dem Marquis einige
+Schritte entgegen gehend\] Ah, das ist er!
+ Seit mir willkommen, Marquis -- Eurer, Herzog,
+ Bedarf ich jetzt nicht mehr. Verlaßt uns. \\
+
+\[Alba und Domingo sehen einander mit stummer Verwunderung an und gehen\]
+
+\Auftritt % 4.12
+
+\(Der König und Marquis von Posa\)
+
+\10 Sire!
+ Dem alten Manne, der in zwanzig Schlachten
+ Dem Tod für Sie entgegen ging, fällt es
+ Doch hart, sich so entfernt zu sehn! \\
+\1 Euch ziemt
+ Es, \textit{so} zu denken, \textit{so} zu handeln, mir.
+ Was Ihr in wenig Stunden mir gewesen,
+ War er in einem Menschenalter nicht.
+ Ich will nicht heimlich thun mit meinem Wohlgefallen;
+ Das Siegel meiner königlichen Gunst
+ Soll hell und weit auf Eurer Stirne leuchten.
+ Ich will den Mann, den ich zum Freund gewählt,
+ Beneidet sehn. \\
+\10 Und dann auch, wenn die Hülle
+ Der Dunkelheit allein ihn fähig machte,
+ Des Namens werth zu sein? \\
+\1 Was bringt
+ Ihr mir? \\
+\10 Als ich das Vorgemach durchgehe,
+ Hör' ich von einem schrecklichen Gerüchte,
+ Das mir unglaublich däucht -- Ein heftiger
+ Wortwechsel -- Blut -- die Königin --
+\1 Ihr kommt von dort? \\
+\10 Entsetzen sollt' es mich,
+ Wenn das Gerücht nicht Unrecht hätte, wenn
+ Von Eurer Majestät indeß vielleicht
+ Etwas geschehen wäre -- Wichtige
+ Entdeckungen, die ich gemacht, verändern
+ Der Sache ganze Lage. \\
+\1 Nun? \\
+\10 Ich fand
+ Gelegenheit, des Prinzen Portefeuille
+ Mit einigen Papieren wegzunehmen,
+ Die, wie ich hoffe, ein'ges Licht -- \\
+ \[Er gibt Carlos' Brieftasche dem König\]
+\1 \[durchsieht sie begierig\] Ein Schreiben
+ Vom Kaiser, meinem Vater -- -- Wie? Von dem
+ Ich nie gehört zu haben mich entsinne?
+ \[Er liest es durch, legt es bei Seite und eilt zu den andern
+Papieren\]
+ Der Plan zu einer Festung -- Abgerißne
+ Gedanken aus dem Tacitus -- Und was
+ Denn hier? -- Die Hand sollt' ich doch kennen!
+ Es ist von einer Dame. \\
+ \[Er liest aufmerksam, bald laut, bald leise\]
+ »Dieser Schlüssel -- --
+ Die hintern Zimmer im Pavillon
+ Der Königin« -- Ha! Was wird das? -- »Hier darf
+ Die Liebe frei -- Erhörung -- schöner Lohn« --
+ Satanische Verrätherei! Jetzt kenn' ich's,
+ Sie ist es. Es ist ihre Hand! \\
+\10 Die Hand
+ Der Königin? Unmöglich -- \\
+\1 Der Prinzessin
+ Von Eboli -- \\
+\10 So wär' es wahr, was mir
+ Unlängst der Page Henarez gestanden,
+ Der Brief und Schlüssel überbrachte. \\
+\1 \[Des Marquis Hand fassend, in heftiger Bewegung\]
+ Marquis,
+ Ich sehe mich in fürchterlichen Händen!
+ Dies Weib -- ich will es nur gestehen -- Marquis,
+ Dies Weib erbrach der Königin Schatulle,
+ Die erste Warnung kam von ihr -- Wer weiß,
+ Wie viel der Mönch drum wissen mag -- Ich bin
+ Durch ein verruchtes Bubenstück betrogen.
+\10 Dann wär' es ja noch glücklich -- \\
+\1 Marquis! Marquis!
+ Ich fange an, zu fürchten, daß ich meiner
+ Gemahlin doch zu viel gethan -- \\
+\10 Wenn zwischen
+ Dem Prinzen und der Königin geheime
+ Verständnisse gewesen sind, so waren
+ Sie sicherlich von weit -- weit anderm Inhalt,
+ Als dessen man sie angeklagt. Ich habe
+ Gewisse Nachricht, daß des Prinzen Wunsch,
+ Nach Flandern abzureisen, in dem Kopfe
+ Der Königin entsprang. \\
+\1 Ich glaubt' es immer.
+\10 Die Königin hat Ehrgeiz -- Darf ich mehr
+ Noch sagen? -- Mit Empfindlichkeit sieht sie
+ In ihrer stolzen Hoffnung sich getäuscht
+ Und von des Thrones Antheil ausgeschlossen.
+ Des Prinzen rasche Jugend bot sich ihren
+ Weit blickenden Entwürfen dar -- ihr Herz --
+ Ich zweifle, ob sie lieben kann. \\
+\1 Vor ihren
+ Staatsklugen Planen zittr' ich nicht.
+\10 Ob sie geliebt wird? -- Ob von dem Infanten
+ Nichts Schlimmeres zu fürchten? Diese Frage
+ Scheint mir der Untersuchung werth. Hier, glaub' ich,
+ Ist eine strenge Wachsamkeit vonnöthen --
+\1 Ihr haftet mir für ihn. -- \\
+\10 \[nach einigem Bedenken\] Wenn Eure Majestät
+ Mich fähig halten, dieses Amt zu führen,
+ So muß ich bitten, es uneingeschränkt
+ Und \textit{ganz} in meine Hand zu übergeben.
+\1 Das soll geschehen. \\
+\10 Wenigstens durch keinen
+ Gehilfen, welchen Namen er auch habe,
+ In Unternehmungen, die ich etwa
+ Für nöthig finden könnte, mich zu stören --
+\1 Durch keinen. Ich versprech' es Euch. Ihr wart
+ Mein guter Engel. Wie viel Dank bin ich
+ Für diesen Wink Euch schuldig! \\
+ \[Zu Lerma, der bei den letzten Worten hereintritt\]
+ Wie verließt Ihr
+ Die Königin? \\
+\12 Noch sehr erschöpft von ihrer Ohnmacht.
+ \[Er sieht den Marquis mit zweideutigen Blicken an und geht\]
+\10 \[nach einer Pause zum König\]
+ Noch eine Vorsicht scheint mir nöthig.
+ Der Prinz, fürcht' ich, kann Warnungen erhalten.
+ Er hat der guten Freunde viel -- vielleicht
+ Verbindungen in Gent mit den Rebellen.
+ Die Furcht kann zu verzweifelten Entschlüssen
+ Ihn führen -- Darum rieth' ich an, gleich jetzt
+ Vorkehrungen zu treffen, diesem Fall
+ Durch ein geschwindes Mittel zu begegnen.
+\1 Ihr habt ganz Recht. Wie aber -- \\
+\10 Ein geheimer
+ Verhaftsbefehl, den Eure Majestät
+ In meine Hände niederlegen, mich
+ Im Augenblicke der Gefahr sogleich
+ Desselben zu bedienen -- und -- \\
+ \[Wie sich der König zu bedenken scheint\]
+ Es bliebe
+ Fürs Erste Staatsgeheimniß, bis -- \\
+\1 \[zum Schreibepult gehend und den Verhaftsbefehl
+ niederschreibend\] Das Reich
+ Ist auf dem Spiele -- Außerordentliche Mittel
+ Erlaubt die dringende Gefahr -- Hier, Marquis --
+ Euch brauch' ich keine Schonung zu empfehlen --
+\10 \[empfängt den Verhaftsbefehl\]
+ Es ist aufs Aeußerste, mein König. \\
+\1 \[legt die Hand auf seine Schulter\] Geht,
+ Geht, lieber Marquis -- Ruhe meinem Herzen
+ Und meinen Nächten Schlaf zurück zu bringen.
+
+\[Beide gehen ab zu verschiedenen Seiten\]
+
+\Szene{Galerie}
+
+\Auftritt % 4.13
+
+\(\3 kommt in der größten Beängstigung. Graf Lerma ihm entgegen\)
+
+\3 Sie such' ich eben. \\
+\12 Und ich Sie. \\
+\3 Ist's wahr?
+ Um Gottes willen, ist es wahr? \\
+\12 Was denn?
+\3 Daß er den Dolch nach ihr gezückt? daß man
+ Aus seinem Zimmer blutig sie getragen?
+ Bei allen Heiligen, antworten Sie!
+ Was muß ich glauben? was ist wahr? \\
+\12 Sie fiel
+ Ohnmächtig hin und ritzte sich im Fallen.
+ Sonst war es nichts. \\
+\3 Sonst hat es nicht Gefahr?
+ Sonst nicht? Bei Ihrer Ehre, Graf? \\
+\12 Nicht für
+ Die Königin -- doch desto mehr für Sie.
+\3 Für meine Mutter nicht! Nun, Gott sei Dank!
+ Mit kam ein schreckliches Gerücht zu Ohren,
+ Der König rase gegen Kind und Mutter,
+ Und ein Geheimniß sei entdeckt. \\
+\12 Das Letzte
+ Kann auch wohl wahr sein -- \\
+\3 Wahr sein! Wie?
+\12 Prinz, eine Warnung gab ich Ihnen heute,
+ Die Sie verachtet haben. Nützen Sie
+ Die zweite besser. \\
+\3 Wie? \\
+\12 Wenn ich mich anders
+ Nicht irre, Prinz, sah ich vor wen'gen Tagen
+ Ein Portefeuille von himmelblauem Sammt,
+ Mit Gold durchwirkt, in Ihrer Hand -- \\
+\3 \[etwas bestürzt\] So eins
+ Besitz' ich. Ja -- Nun? -- \\
+\12 Auf der Decke, glaub' ich,
+ Ein Schattenriß, mit Perlen eingefaßt --
+\3 Ganz recht. \\
+\12 Als ich vorhin ganz unvermuthet
+ Ins Kabinet des Königs trag, glaubt' ich
+ Das nämliche in seiner Hand zu sehen,
+ Und Marquis Posa stand bei ihm -- \\
+\3 \[nach einem kurzen erstarrenden Stillschweigen, heftig\]
+Das ist
+ Nicht wahr. \\
+\12 \[empfindlich\] Dann freilich bin ich ein Betrüger.
+\3 \[sieht ihn lange an\] Der sind Sie. Ja. \\
+\12 Ach! ich verzeih' es Ihnen.
+\3 \[geht in schrecklicher Bewegung auf und nieder und bleibt
+endlich vor ihm stehen\]
+ Was hat er dir zu Leid gethan? Was haben
+ Die unschuldsvollen Bande dir gethan,
+ Die du mit höllischer Geschäftigkeit
+ Zu reißen dich beeiferst? \\
+\12 Prinz, ich ehre
+ Den Schmerz, der Sie unbillig macht. \\
+\3 O Gott!
+ Gott! -- Gott! Bewahre mich vor Argwohn! \\
+\12 Auch
+ Erinnr' ich mich des Königs eigner Worte:
+ Wie vielen Dank, sagt' er, als ich herein trat,
+ Bin ich für diese Neuigkeit Euch schuldig!
+\3 O stille! stille! \\
+\12 Herzog Alba soll
+ Gefallen sein -- dem Prinzen Ruy Gomez
+ Das große Siegel abgenommen und
+ Dem Marquis übergeben sein -- \\
+\3 \[in tiefes Grübeln verloren\] Und mir verschwieg er!
+ Warum verschwieg er mir? \\
+\12 Der ganze Hof
+ Staunt ihn schon als allmächtigen Minister,
+ Als unumschränkten Günstling an -- \\
+\3 Er hat
+ Mich lieb gehabt, sehr lieb. Ich war ihm theuer,
+ Wie seine eigne Seele. O, das weiß ich --
+ Das haben tausend Proben mir erwiesen.
+ Doch sollen Millionen ihm, soll ihm
+ Das Vaterland nicht theurer sein als Einer?
+ Sein Busen war für einen Freund zu groß,
+ Und Carlos' Glück zu klein für seine Liebe.
+ Er opferte mich seiner Tugend. Kann
+ Ich ihn drum schelten? -- Ja, es ist gewiß!
+ Jetzt ist's gewiß. Jetzt hab' ich ihn verloren.
+ \[Er geht seitwärts und verhüllt das Gesicht\]
+\12 \[nach einigem Stillschweigen\]
+ Mein bester Prinz, was kann ich für Sie thun?
+\3 \[ohne ihn anzusehen\]
+ Zum König gehen und mich auch verrathen.
+ Ich habe nichts zu schenken. \\
+\12 Wollen Sie
+ Erwarten, was erfolgen mag? \\
+\3 \[stützt sich auf das Geländer und sieht starr vor sich hinaus\]
+ Ich hab' ihn
+ Verloren. O, jetzt bin ich ganz verlassen!
+\12 \[nähert sich ihm mit theilnehmender Rührung\]
+ Sie wollen nicht auf Ihre Rettung denken?
+\3 Auf meine Rettung? -- Guter Mensch! \\
+\12 Und sonst,
+ Sonst haben Sie für Niemand mehr zu zittern?
+\3 \[fährt auf\]
+ Gott! Woran mahnen Sie mich! -- Meine Mutter!
+ Der Brief, den ich ihm wieder gab! ihm erst
+ Nicht lassen wollte und doch ließ! \\
+ \[Er geht heftig und die Hände ringend auf und nieder\]
+ Womit
+ Hat \textit{sie} es denn verdient um ihn? \textit{Sie} hätt' er
+ Doch schonen sollen. Lerma, hätt' er nicht?
+ \[Rasch entschlossen\]
+ Ich muß zu ihr -- ich muß sie warnen, muß
+ Sie vorbereiten -- Lerma, lieber Lerma --
+ Wen schick' ich denn? Hab' ich denn Niemand mehr?
+ Gott sei gelobt! Noch einen Freund -- und hier
+ Ist nichts mehr zu verschlimmern. \\
+ \[Schnell ab\]
+\12 \[folgt ihm und ruft ihm nach\] Prinz! Wohin? \[Geht ab\]
+
+\Szene {Ein Zimmer der Königin}
+
+\Auftritt % 4.14
+
+
+\(Die Königin. Alba. Domingo\)
+
+\11 Wenn uns vergönnt ist, große Königin --
+\2 Was steht zu Ihren Diensten? \\
+\16 Redliche Besorgniß
+ Für Ihre königliche Majestät
+ Erhabene Person erlaubt uns nicht,
+ Bei einem Vorfall müßig still zu schweigen,
+ Der Ihre Sicherheit bedroht. \\
+\11 Wir eilen,
+ Durch unsre zeit'ge Warnung ein Komplott,
+ Das wider Sie gespielt wird, zu entkräften --
+\16 Und unsern Eifer -- unsre Dienste zu
+ Den Füßen Ihrer Majestät zu legen.
+\2 \[sieht sie verwundernd an\]
+ Hochwürd'ger Herr, und Sie, mein edler Herzog,
+ Sie überraschen mich wahrhaftig. Solcher
+ Ergebenheit war ich mir von Domingo
+ Und Herzog Alba wirklich nicht vermuthend.
+ Ich weiß, wie ich sie schätzen muß -- Sie nennen
+ Mir ein Komplott, das mich bedrohen soll.
+ Darf ich erfahren, wer -- -- \\
+\11 Wir bitten Sie,
+ Vor einem Marquis Posa sich zu hüten,
+ Der für des Königs Majestät geheime
+ Geschäfte führt. \\
+\2 Ich höre mit Vergnügen,
+ Daß der Monarch so gut gewählt. Den Marquis
+ Hat man mir längst als einen guten Menschen,
+ Als einen großen Mann gerühmt. Nie ward
+ Die höchste Gunst gerechter ausgetheilt --
+\16 Gerechter ausgetheilt? Wir wissen's besser.
+\11 Es ist längst kein Geheimniß mehr, wozu
+ Sich dieser Mensch gebrauchen lassen. \\
+\2 Wie?
+ Was wär' denn das? Sie spannen meine ganze
+ Erwartung. \\
+\16 Ist es schon von lange,
+ Daß Ihre Majestät zum letzten Mal in Ihrer
+ Schatulle nachgesehen? \\
+\2 Wie? \\
+\16 Und haben
+ Sie nichts darin vermißt von Kostbarkeiten?
+\2 Wie so? Warum? Was ich vermisse, weiß
+ Mein ganzer Hof -- Doch Marquis Posa? Wie
+ Kommt Marquis Posa damit in Verbindung?
+\11 Sehr nahe, Ihre Majestät -- dann auch
+ Dem Prinzen fehlen wichtige Papiere,
+ Die in des Königs Händen diesen Morgen
+ Gesehen worden -- als der Chevalier
+ Geheime Audienz gehabt. \\
+\2 \[nach einigem Nachdenken\]
+ Seltsam,
+ Bei Gott! und äußerst sonderbar! -- Ich finde
+ Hier einen Feind, von dem mir nie geträumt,
+ Und wiederum zwei Freunde, die ich nie besessen
+ Zu haben mich entsinnen kann -- Denn wirklich
+ \[indem sie einen durchdringenden Blick auf beide heftet\]
+ Muß ich gestehn, ich war schon in Gefahr,
+ Den schlimmen Dienst, den mir bei meinem Herrn
+ Geleistet worden -- Ihnen zu vergeben.
+\11 Uns? \\
+\2 Ihnen. \\
+\16 Herzog Alba! Uns! \\
+\2 \[noch immer die Augen fest auf sie gerichtet\] Wie lieb
+ Ist es mir also, meiner Uebereilung
+ So bald gewahr zu werden -- ohnehin
+ Hatt' ich beschlossen, Seine Majestät
+ Noch heut zu bitten, meinen Kläger mir
+ Zu stellen. Um so besser nun! So kann ich
+ Auf Herzog Albas Zeugniß mich berufen.
+\11 Auf mich? Das wollten Sie im Ernst? \\
+\2 Warum nicht?
+\16 Um alle Dienste zu entkräften, die
+ Wir Ihnen im Verborgnen -- \\
+\2 Im Verborgnen?
+ \[Mit Stolz und Ernst\]
+ Ich wünschte doch zu wissen, Herzog Alba,
+ Was Ihres Königs Frau mit Ihnen, oder
+ Mit Ihnen, Priester, abzureden hätte,
+ Das ihr Gemahl nicht wissen darf -- -- Bin ich
+ Unschuldig oder schuldig? \\
+\16 Welche Frage!
+\11 Doch, wenn der König so gerecht nicht wäre?
+ Es jetzt zum Mindesten nicht wäre? \\
+\2 Dann
+ Muß ich erwarten, bis er's wird -- Wohl Dem,
+ Der zu gewinnen hat, wenn er's geworden!
+
+\[Sie macht ihnen eine Verbeugung und geht ab; jene entfernen sich nach
+einer andern Seite\]
+
+\Szene{Zimmer der Prinzessin von Eboli}
+
+\Auftritt % 4.15
+
+\(Prinzessin von Eboli. Gleich darauf Don Carlos\)
+
+\8 So ist sie wahr, die außerordentliche Zeitung,
+ Die schon den ganzen Hof erfüllt? \\
+\3 \[tritt herein\] Erschrecken Sie
+ Nicht. Fürstin! Ich will sanft sein, wie ein Kind.
+\8 Prinz -- diese Ueberraschung. \\
+\3 Sind Sie noch
+ Beleidigt? noch? \\
+\8 Prinz! \\
+\3 \[dringend\] Sind Sie noch beleidigt?
+ Ich bitte, sagen Sie es mir. \\
+\8 Was soll das?
+ Sie scheinen zu vergessen, Prinz -- Was suchen
+ Sie bei mir? \\
+\3 \[ihre Hand mit Heftigkeit fassend\]
+ Mädchen, kannst du ewig hassen?
+ Verzeiht gekränkte Liebe nie? \\
+\8 \[will sich losmachen\] Woran
+ Erinnern Sie mich, Prinz? \\
+\3 An deine Güte
+ Und meine Undank -- Ach! ich weiß es wohl!
+ Schwer hab' ich dich beleidigt, Mädchen, habe
+ Dein sanftes Herz zerrissen, habe Thränen
+ Gepreßt aus diesen Engelblicken -- ach!
+ Und bin auch jetzt nicht hier, es zu bereuen.
+\8 Prinz, lassen Sie mich -- ich -- \\
+\3 Ich bin gekommen,
+ Weil du ein sanftes Mädchen bist, weil ich
+ Auf deine gute, schöne Seele baue.
+ Sieh, Mädchen, sieh, ich habe keinen Freund mehr
+ Auf dieser Welt, als dich allein. Einst warst
+ Du mir so gut -- Du wirst nicht ewig hassen
+ Und wirst nicht unversöhnlich sein. \\
+\8 \[wendet das Gesicht ab\] O stille!
+ Nichts mehr, um Gottes willen, Prinz! -- \\
+\3 Laß mich
+ An jene goldnen Zeiten dich erinnern, --
+ An deine Liebe laß mich dich erinnern,
+ An deine Liebe, Mädchen, gegen die
+ Ich so unwürdig mich verging. Laß mich
+ Jetzt gelten machen, was ich dir gewesen,
+ Was deines Herzens Träume mir gegeben --
+ Noch einmal -- nur noch \textit{einmal} stelle mich
+ So, wie ich damals war, vor deine Seele,
+ Und diesem Schatten opfre, was du mir,
+ Mir ewig nie mehr opfern kannst. \\
+\8 O Carl!
+ Wie grausam spielen Sie mit mir! \\
+\3 Sei größer,
+ Als dein Geschlecht. Vergiß Beleidigungen!
+ Thu', was vor dir kein Weib gethan -- nach dir
+ Kein Weib mehr thun wird. Etwas Unerhörtes
+ Fordr' ich von dir -- Laß mich -- auf meinen Knien
+ Beschwör' ich dich -- laß mich, zwei Worte laß mich
+ Mit meiner Mutter sprechen. \\ \[Er wirft sich vor ihr nieder\]
+
+\Auftritt % 4.16
+
+\(Die Vorigen. Marquis von Posa stürzt herein; hinter ihm zwei Officiere
+ der königlichen Leibwache\)
+
+\10 \[athemlos, außer sich dazwischentretend\] Was hat er
+ Gestanden? Glauben Sie ihm nicht. \\
+\3 \[noch auf den Knieen, mit erhobener Stimme\] Bei Allem,
+ Was heilig -- \\
+\10 \[unterbricht ihn mit Heftigkeit\]
+ Er ist rasend. Hören Sie
+ Den Rasenden nicht an. \\
+\3 \[lauter, dringender\] Es gilt um Tod
+ Und Leben. Führen Sie mich zu ihr. \\
+\10 \[zieht die Prinzessin mit Gewalt von ihm\] Ich
+ Ermorde Sie, wenn Sie ihn hören. \\
+\[Zu einem von den Officieren\] Graf
+ Von Cordua. Im Namen des Monarchen.
+ \[Er zeigt den Verhaftsbefehl\]
+ Der Prinz ist Ihr Gefangener. \\
+\[Carlos steht erstarrt, wie vom Donner gerührt. Die Prinzessin stößt
+einen Laut des Schreckens aus und will fliehen, die Officiere erstaunen.
+Eine lange und tiefe Pause. Man sieht den Marquis sehr heftig zittern und
+mit Mühe seine Fassung behalten. Zum Prinzen\]
+ Ich bitte
+ Um Ihren Degen -- Fürstin Eboli,
+ Sie bleiben; und \\
+\[zum Officier\] Sie haften mir dafür,
+ Daß Seine Hoheit Niemand spreche -- Niemand --
+ Sie selbst nicht, bei Gefahr des Kopfs! \\
+ \[Er spricht noch Einiges leise mit dem Officier, darauf wendet er sich
+ zum andern\] Ich werfe
+ Sogleich mich selbst zu des Monarchen Füßen,
+ Ihm Rechenschaft zu geben -- \\
+ \[Zu Carlos\] Und auch Ihnen --
+ Erwarten Sie mich, Prinz -- in einer Stunde.
+
+\[Carlos läßt sich ohne Zeichen des Bewußtseins hinwegführen. -- Nur im
+Vorübergehen läßt er einen matten, sterbenden Blick auf den Marquis
+fallen, der sein Gesicht verhüllt. Die Prinzessin versucht es noch einmal
+zu entfliehen; der Marquis führt sie beim Arme zurück\]
+
+\Auftritt % 4.17
+
+\(Prinzessin von Eboli. Marquis von Posa\)
+
+\8 Um alles Himmel willen, lassen Sie
+ Mich diesen Ort -- \\
+\10 \[führt sie ganz vor, mit fürchterlichem Ernst\]
+ Was hat er die gesagt,
+ Unglückliche? \\
+\8 Nichts -- Lassen Sie mich -- Nichts --
+\10 \[hält sie mit Gewalt zurück. Ernster\]
+ \textit{Wieviel} hast du erfahren? Hier ist kein
+ Entrinnen mehr. Du wirst auf dieser Welt
+ Es Niemand mehr erzählen. \\
+\8 \[sieht ihm erschrocken ins Gesicht\] Großer Gott!
+ Was meinen Sie damit? Sie wollen mich
+ Doch nicht ermorden? \\
+\10 \[zieht einen Dolch\] In der That, das bin
+ Ich sehr gesonnen. Mach' es kurz. \\
+\8 Mich? mich?
+ O ewige Barmherzigkeit! Was hab'
+ Ich denn begangen? \\
+\10 \[zum Himmel sehend, den Dolch auf ihre Brust gesetzt\]
+ Noch ist's Zeit. Noch trat
+ Das Gift nicht über diese Lippen. Ich
+ Zerschmettre das Gefäß, und Alles bleibt,
+ Wie es gewesen -- Spaniens Verhängniß
+ Und eines Weibes Leben! --\\
+ \[Er bleibt in dieser Stellung zweifelhaft ruhen\]
+\8 \[ist an ihm niedergesunken und sieht ihm fest ins Gesicht\]
+ Nun? was zaudern Sie?
+ Ich bitte nicht um Schonung -- Nein! Ich habe
+ Verdient zu sterben, und ich will's. \\
+\10 \[läßt die Hand langsam sinken. Nach einem kurzen Besinnen\]
+ Das wäre
+ So feig, als es barbarisch ist -- Nein, nein!
+ Gott sei gelobt! Noch gibt's ein andres Mittel!
+
+\[Er läßt den Dolch fallen und eilt hinaus. Die Prinzessin stürzt fort
+durch eine andere Thüre\]
+
+\Szene{Ein Zimmer der Königin}
+
+\Auftritt % 4.18
+
+\(Die Königin zur Gräfin Fuentes\)
+\00 Was für ein Auflauf im Palaste? Jedes
+ Getöse, Gräfin, macht mir heute Schrecken.
+ O, sehen Sie doch nach und sagen mir,
+ Was es bedeutet. \\
+
+\[Die Gräfin Fuentes geht ab, und herein stürzt die Prinzessin von
+Eboli\]
+
+\Auftritt % 4.19
+
+\(Königin. Prinzessin von Eboli\)
+
+\8 \[athemlos, bleich und entstellt vor der Königin niedergesunken\]
+ Königin! Zu Hilfe!
+ Er ist gefangen! \\
+\2 Wer? \\
+\8 Der Marquis Posa
+ Nahm auf Befehl des Königs ihn gefangen.
+\2 Wen aber? wen? \\
+\8 Den Prinzen. \\
+\2 Rasest du?
+\8 So eben führen sie ihn fort. \\
+\2 Und wer
+ Nahm ihn gefangen? \\
+\8 Marquis Posa. \\
+\2 Nun,
+ Gott sei gelobt, daß es der Marquis war,
+ Der ihn gefangen nahm! \\
+\8 Das sagen Sie
+ So ruhig, Königin? so kalt? O Gott!
+ Sie ahnen nicht -- Sie wissen nicht -- \\
+\2 Warum er
+ Gefangen worden? -- Eines Fehltritts wegen,
+ Vermuth' ich, der dem heftigen Charakter
+ Des Jünglings sehr natürlich war. \\
+\8 Nein, nein!
+ Ich weiß es besser -- Nein -- O Königin!
+ Verruchte, teufelische That! Für ihn
+ Ist keine Rettung mehr! Er stirbt! \\
+\2 Er stirbt!
+\8 Und seine Mörderin bin ich! \\
+\2 Er stirbt!
+ Wahnsinnige, bedenkst du? \\
+\8 Und warum --
+ Warum er stirbt! -- O, hätt' ich wissen können,
+ Daß es bis dahin kommen würde! \\
+\2 \[nimmt sie gütig bei der Hand\] Fürstin!
+ Noch sind Sie außer Fassung. Sammeln Sie
+ Erst Ihre Geister, daß Sie ruhiger,
+ Nicht in so grauenvollen Bildern, die
+ Mein Innerstes durchschauern, mir erzählen.
+ Was wissen Sie? Was ist geschehen? \\
+\8 O!
+ Nicht diese himmlische Herablassung,
+ Nicht diese Güte, Königin! Wie Flammen
+ Der Hölle schlägt sie brennend mein Gewissen.
+ Ich bin nicht würdig, den entweihten Blick
+ In Ihrer Glorie empor zu richten.
+ Zertreten Sie die Elende, die sich,
+ Zerknirscht von Reue, Scham und Selbstverachtung
+ Zu Ihren Füßen krümmt. \\
+\2 Unglückliche!
+ Was haben Sie mir zu gestehen? \\
+\8 Engel
+ Des Lichtes! Große Heilige! Noch kennen,
+ Noch ahnen Sie den Teufel nicht, dem Sie
+ So liebevoll gelächelt -- Lernen Sie
+ Ihn heute kennen. Ich -- ich war der Dieb,
+ Der Sie bestohlen. -- \\
+\2 Sie? \\
+\8 Und jene Briefe
+ Dem König ausgeliefert -- \\
+\2 Sie? \\
+\8 Der sich
+ Erdreistet hat, Sie anzuklagen -- \\
+\2 Sie,
+ Sie konnten -- \\
+\8 Rache -- Liebe -- Raserei --
+ Ich haßte Sie und liebte den Infanten --
+\2 Weil Sie ihn liebten --? \\
+\8 Weil ich's ihm gestanden
+ Und keine Gegenliebe fand. \\
+\2 \[nach einigem Stillschweigen\] O, jetzt
+ Enträthselt sich mir Alles! -- Stehn Sie auf,
+ Sie liebten ihn -- ich habe schon vergeben.
+ Es ist nun schon vergessen -- Stehn Sie auf.\\
+ \[Sie reicht ihr den Arm\]
+\8 Nein! nein!
+ Ein schreckliches Geständniß ist noch übrig.
+ Nicht eher, große Königin -- \\
+\2 \[aufmerksam\] Was werd' ich
+ Noch hören müssen? Reden Sie -- \\
+\8 Der König --
+ Verführung -- O, Sie blicken weg -- ich lese
+ In Ihrem Angesicht Verwerfung -- das
+ Verbrechen, dessen ich Sie zeihte -- ich
+ Beging es selbst. \\
+
+\[Sie drückt ihr glühendes Gesicht auf den Boden. Die Königin geht ab.
+Große Pause. Die Herzogin von Olivarez kommt nach einigen Minuten aus dem
+Kabinet, in welches die Königin gegangen war, und findet die Fürstin noch
+in der vorigen Stellung liegen. Sie nähert sich ihr stillschweigend; auf
+das Geräusch richtet sich die Letztere auf und fährt wie eine Rasende in
+die Höhe, da sie die Königin nicht mehr gewahr wird\]
+
+\Auftritt % 4.20
+
+\(Prinzessin von Eboli. Herzogin von Olivarez\)
+\8 Gott, sie hat mich verlassen!
+ Jetzt ist es aus. \\
+\6 \[tritt ihr näher\] Prinzessin Eboli --
+\8 Ich weiß, warum Sie kommen, Herzogin.
+ Die Königin schickt Sie heraus, mein Urtheil
+ Mir anzukündigen -- Geschwind! \\
+\6 Ich habe
+ Befehl von Ihrer Majestät, Ihr Kreuz
+ Und Ihre Schlüssel in Empfang zu nehmen --
+\8 \[nimmt ein goldenes Ordenskreuz vom Busen und gibt es in die
+Hände der Herzogin\]
+ Doch \textit{einmal} noch ist mir gegönnt, die Hand
+ Der besten Königin zu küssen? \\
+\6 Im
+ Marienkloster wird man Ihnen sagen,
+ Was über Sie beschlossen ist. \\
+\8 \[unter hervorstürzenden Thränen\] Ich sehe
+ Die Königin nicht wieder? \\
+\6 \[umarmt sie mit abgewandtem Gesicht\] Leben Sie glücklich!
+
+\[Sie geht schnell fort. Die Prinzessin folgt ihr bis an die Thüre des
+Kabinets, welches sogleich hinter der Herzogin verschlossen wird. Einige
+Minuten bleibt sie stumm und unbeweglich auf den Knieen davor liegen, dann
+rafft sie sich auf und eilt hinweg mit verhülltem Gesicht\]
+
+\Auftritt % 4.21
+
+\(Königin. Marquis von Posa\)
+
+\2 Ach, endlich, Marquis! Glücklich, daß Sie kommen!
+\10 \[bleich, mit zerstörtem Gesicht, bebender Stimme und durch
+ diesen ganzen Auftritt in feierlicher, tiefer Bewegung\]
+ Sind Ihre Majestät allein? Kann Niemand
+ In diesen nächsten Zimmern uns behorchen?
+\2 Kein Mensch -- Warum? Was bringen Sie? \\
+ \[Indem sie ihn genauer ansieht und erschrocken zurück tritt\] Und wie
+ So ganz verändert! Was ist das? Sie machen
+ Mich zittern, Marquis -- alle Ihre Züge
+ Wie eines Sterbenden entstellt -- \\
+\10 Sie wissen
+ Vermuthlich schon -- \\
+\2 Daß Carl gefangen worden,
+ Und zwar durch Sie, setzt man hinzu -- So ist
+ Es dennoch wahr? Ich wollt' es keinem Menschen
+ Als Ihnen glauben. \\
+\10 Es ist wahr. \\
+\2 Durch Sie?
+\10 Durch mich. \\
+\2 \[sieht ihn einige Augenblicke zweifelhaft an\]
+ Ich ehre Ihre Handlungen,
+ Auch wenn ich sie nicht fasse -- diesmal aber
+ Verzeihen Sie dem bangen Weib -- Ich fürchte,
+ Sie spielen ein gewagtes Spiel. \\
+\10 Ich hab' es
+ Verloren. \\
+\2 Gott im Himmel! \\
+\10 Sei'n Sie
+ Ganz ruhig, meine Königin. Für \textit{ihn}
+ Ich schon gesorgt. Ich hab' es \textit{mir} verloren.
+\2 Was werd' ich hören! Gott! \\
+\10 Denn wer,
+ Wer hieß auf einen zweifelhaften Wurf
+ Mich Alles setzen? Alles? so verwegen,
+ So zuversichtlich mit dem Himmel spielen?
+ Wer ist der Mensch, der sich vermessen will,
+ Des Zufalls schweres Steuer zu regieren,
+ Und doch nicht der Allwissenden zu sein?
+ O, es ist billig! -- Doch warum denn jetzt
+ Von mir? Der Augenblick ist kostbar, wie
+ Das Leben eines Menschen! Und wer weiß,
+ Ob aus des Richters karger Hand nicht schon
+ Die letzten Tropfen für mich fallen? \\
+\2 Aus
+ Des Richters Hand? -- Welch feierlicher Ton!
+ Ich fasse nicht, was diese Reden meinen,
+ Doch sie entsetzen ich -- \\
+\10 Er ist gerettet!
+ Um welchen Preis er's ist, gleichviel! Doch nur
+ Für heute. Wenig Augenblicke sind
+ Noch sein. Er spare sie. Noch diese Nacht
+ Muß er Madrid verlassen. \\
+\2 Diese Nacht noch?
+\10 Anstalten sind getroffen. In demselben
+ Karthäuserkloster, das schon lange Zeit
+ Die Zuflucht unsrer Freundschaft war gewesen,
+ Erwartet ihn die Post. Hier ist in Wechseln,
+ Was mir das Glück auf dieser Welt gegeben.
+ Was mangelt, legen \textit{Sie} noch bei. Zwar hätt' ich
+ An meinen Carl noch Manches auf dem Herzen,
+ Noch Manches, das er wissen muß; doch leicht
+ Könnt' es an Muße mir gebrechen, Alles
+ Persönlich mit ihm abzuthun -- Sie sprechen
+ Ihn diesen Abend, darum wend' ich mich
+ An Sie -- \\
+\2 Um meiner Ruhe willen, Marquis,
+ Erklären Sie sich deutlicher -- nicht in
+ So fürchterlichen Räthseln reden Sie
+ Mit mir -- Was ist geschehn? \\
+\10 Ich habe noch
+ Ein wichtiges Bekenntniß abzulegen;
+ In Ihre Hände leg' ich's ab. Mir ward
+ Ein Glück, wie es nur Wenigen geworden;
+ Ich liebte einen Fürstensohn -- Mein Herz,
+ Nur einem Einzigen geweiht, umschloß
+ Die ganze Welt! -- In meines Carlos' Seele
+ Schuf ich ein Paradies für Millionen.
+ O, meine Träume waren schön -- Doch es
+ Gefiel der Vorsehung, mich vor der Zeit
+ Von meiner schönen Pflanzung abzurufen.
+ Bald hat er seinen Roderich nicht mehr,
+ Der Freund hört auf in der Geliebten. Hier,
+ Hier -- hier -- auf diesem heiligen Altare,
+ Im Herzen seiner Königin leg' ich
+ Mein letztes kostbares Vermächtniß nieder,
+ Hier find' er's, wenn ich nicht mehr bin --\\
+ \[Er wendet sich ab, Thränen ersticken seine Stimme\]
+\2 Das ist
+ Die Sprache eines Sterbenden. Doch hoff' ich,
+ Es ist nur Wirkung Ihres Blutes -- oder
+ Liegt Sinn in diesen Reden? \\
+\10 \[hat sich zu sammeln gesucht und fährt mit festerm Tone fort\]
+ Sagen Sie
+ Dem Prinzen, daß er denken soll des Eides,
+ Den wir in jenen schwärmerischen Tagen
+ Auf die getheilte Hostie geschworen.
+ Den meinigen hab' ich gehalten, bin
+ Ihm treu geblieben bis zum Tod -- jetzt ist's
+ An ihm, den seinigen -- \\
+\2 Zum Tod? \\
+\10 Er mache --
+ O, sagen Sie es ihm! das Traumbild wahr,
+ Das kühne Traumbild eines neuen Staates,
+ Der Freundschaft göttliche Geburt. Er lege
+ Die erste Hand an diesen rohen Stein.
+ Ob er vollende oder unterliege --
+ Ihm einerlei! Er lege Hand an. Wenn
+ Jahrhunderte dahin geflohen, wird
+ Die Vorsicht einen Fürstensohn, wie er,
+ Auf einen Thron, wie seiner, wiederholen
+ Und ihren neuen Liebling mir derselben
+ Begeisterung entzünden. Sagen Sie
+ Ihm, daß er für die Träume seiner Jugend
+ Soll Achtung tragen, wenn er Mann sein wird,
+ Nicht öffnen soll dem tödtenden Insekte
+ Gerühmter besserer Vernunft das Herz
+ Der zarten Götterblume -- daß er nicht
+ Soll irre werden, wenn des Staubes Weisheit
+ Begeisterung, die Himmelstocher, lästert.
+ Ich hab' es ihm zuvor gesagt -- \\
+\2 Wie, Marquis?
+ Und wozu führt -- \\
+\10 Und sagen Sie ihm, daß
+ Ich Menschenglück auf seine Seele lege,
+ Daß ich es sterbend von ihm fordre -- fordre!
+ Und sehr dazu berechtigt war. Es hätte
+ Bei mir gestanden, einen neuen Morgen
+ Heraufzuführen über diese Reiche.
+ Der König schenkte mir sein Herz. Er nannte
+ Mich seinen Sohn -- Ich führe seine Siegel,
+ Und seine Alba sind nicht mehr. \\
+ \[Er hält inne und sieht einige Augenblicke stillschweigend
+ auf die Kö\-ni\-gin\] Sie weinen --
+ Ich, diese Thränen kenn' ich, schöne Seele!
+ Die Freude macht die fließen. Doch -- vorbei,
+ Es ist vorbei. Carl oder ich. Die Wahl
+ War schnell und schrecklich. Einer war verloren,
+ Und \textit{ich} will dieser Eine sein -- ich lieber --
+ Verlangen Sie nicht mehr zu wissen. \\
+\2 Jetzt,
+ Jetzt endlich fang' ich an, Sie zu begreifen --
+ Unglücklicher, was haben Sie gethan?
+\10 Zwei kurze Abendstunden hingegeben,
+ Um einen hellen Sommertag zu retten.
+ Den König geb' ich auf. Was kann ich auch
+ Dem König sein? -- In diesem starren Boden
+ Blüht keine meiner Rosen mehr -- Europas
+ Verhängniß reift in meinem großen Freunde!
+ Auf ihn verweis' ich Spanien -- Es blute
+ Bis dahin unter Philipps Hand! -- Doch, weh!
+ Weh mir und ihm, wenn ich bereuen sollte,
+ Vielleicht das Schlimmere gewählt! -- Nein, nein!
+ Ich kenne meinen Carlos -- Das wird nie
+ Geschehn -- und meine Bürgin, Königin,
+ Sind \textit{Sie} \\
+\[Nach einigem Stillschweigen\]
+ Ich sah sie keimen, diese Liebe, sah
+ Der Leidenschaften unglückseligste
+ In seinem Herzen Wurzel fassen -- Damals
+ Stand es in meiner Macht, sie zu bekämpfen.
+ Ich that es nicht. Ich nährte diese Liebe,
+ Die mir nicht unglückselig war. Die Welt
+ Kann anders richten. Ich bereue nicht.
+ Mein Herz klagt mich nicht an. Ich sahe Leben,
+ Wo sie nur Tod -- in dieser hoffnungslosen Flamme
+ Erkannt' ich früh der Hoffnung goldnen Strahl.
+ Ich wollt' ihn führen zum Vortrefflichen,
+ Zur höchsten Schönheit wollt' ich ihn erheben;
+ Die Sterblichkeit versagte mir ein Bild,
+ Die Sprache Worte -- da verwies ich ihn
+ Auf \textit{dieses} -- meine ganze Leitung war,
+ Ihm seine Liebe zu erklären. \\
+\2 Marquis,
+ Ihr Freund erfüllte Sie so ganz, daß Sie
+ Mich über ihm vergaßen. Glaubten Sie
+ Im Ernst mich aller Weiblichkeit entbunden,
+ Da Sie zu seinem Engel mich gemacht,
+ Zu seinen Waffen Tugend ihm gegeben?
+ Das überlegten Sie wohl nicht, wie viel
+ Für unser Herz zu wagen ist, wenn wir
+ Mit solchen Namen Leidenschaft veredeln.
+\10 Für alle Weiber, nur für \textit{eines} nicht.
+ Auf \textit{eines} schwör' ich -- oder sollten Sie,
+ Sie der Begierden edelster sich schämen,
+ Der Heldentugend Schöpferin zu sein?
+ Was geht es König Philipp an, wenn seine
+ Verklärung in Escurial den Maler,
+ Der vor ihr steht, mit Ewigkeit entzündet?
+ Gehört die süße Harmonie, die in
+ Dem Saitenspiele schlummert, seinem Käufer,
+ Der es mit taubem Ohr bewacht? Er hat
+ Das Recht erkauft, in Trümmern es zu schlagen,
+ Doch nicht die Kunst, dem Silberton zu rufen
+ Und in des Liedes Wonne zu zerschmelzen.
+ Die Wahrheit ist vorhanden für den Weisen,
+ Die Schönheit für ein fühlend Herz. Sie beide
+ Gehören für einander. Diesen Glauben
+ Soll mir kein feiges Vorurtheil zerstören.
+ Versprechen Sie mir, ewig ihn zu lieben,
+ Von Menschenfurcht, von falschem Heldenmuth
+ Zu nichtiger Verleugnung nie versucht,
+ Unwandelbar und ewig ihn zu lieben,
+ Versprechen Sie mir dieses? -- Königin --
+ Versprechen Sie's in meine Hand? \\
+\2 Mein Herz,
+ Versprech' ich Ihnen, soll allein und ewig
+ Der Richter meiner Liebe sein. \\
+\10 \[zieht seine Hand zurück\] Jetzt sterb' ich
+ Beruhigt -- meine Arbeit ist gethan.
+ \[Er neigt sich gegen die Königin und will gehen\]
+\2 \[begleitet ihn schweigend mit den Augen\]
+ Sie gehen, Marquis -- ohne mir zu sagen,
+ Wenn wir -- wie bald -- uns wiedersehn? \\
+\10 \[kommt noch einmal zurück, das Gesicht abgewendet\] Gewiß!
+ Wie sehn und wieder. \\
+\2 Ich verstand Sie, Posa --
+ Verstand Sie recht gut -- Warum haben Sie
+ Mir das gethan? \\
+\10 Er oder ich. \\
+\2 Nein, nein!
+ Sie stürzten sich in diese That, die Sie
+ Erhaben nennen. Leugnen Sie nur nicht.
+ Ich kenne Sie, Sie haben längst darnach
+ Gedürstet -- Mögen tausend Herzen brechen,
+ Was kümmert Sie's, wenn sich Ihr Stolz nur weidet.
+ O, jetzt -- jetzt lern' ich Sie verstehn! Sie haben
+ Nur um Bewunderung gebuhlt. \\
+\10 \[betroffen, für sich\] Nein! Darauf
+ War ich nicht vorbereitet -- \\
+\2 \[nach einem Stillschweigen\] Marquis!
+ Ist keine Rettung möglich? \\
+\10 Keine. \\
+\2 Keine?
+ Besinnen Sie sich wohl. Ist keine möglich?
+ Auch nicht durch mich? \\
+\10 Auch nicht durch Sie. \\
+\2 Sie kennen mich
+ Zur Hälfte nur -- ich habe Mut. \\
+\10 Ich weiß es.
+\2 Und keine Rettung? \\
+\10 Keine. \\
+\2 \[verläßt ihn und verhüllt das Gesicht\] Gehen Sie!
+ Ich schätze keinen Mann mehr. \\
+\10 \[in der heftigsten Bewegung vor ihr niedergeworfen\]
+Königin!
+ -- O Gott, das Leben ist doch schön!
+
+\[Er springt auf und geht schnell fort. Die Königin in ihr Kabinet\]
+
+ \Szene{Vorzimmer des Königs}
+
+\Auftritt % 4.21
+
+\(Herzog von Alba und Domingo gehen stillschweigend und abgesondert auf
+und nieder. Graf Lerma kommt aus dem Kabinet des Königs, alsdann Don
+Raimond von Taxis, der Oberpostmeister\)
+
+\12 Ob sich der Marquis noch nicht blicken lassen?
+\11 Noch nicht.\\
+ \[Lerma will wieder hineingehen\]
+\15 \[tritt auf\] Graf Lerma, melden Sie mich an.
+\12 Der König ist für Niemand. \\
+\15 Sagen Sie,
+ Ich \textit{muß} ihn sprechen -- Seiner Majestät
+ Ist äußerst dran gelegen. Eilen Sie.
+ Es leidet keinen Aufschub.\\
+ \[Lerma geht ins Kabinet\]
+\11 \[tritt zum Oberpostmeister\] Lieber Taxis,
+ Gewöhnen Sie sich zur Geduld. Sie sprechen
+ Den König nicht -- \\
+\15 Nicht? Und warum? \\
+\11 Sie hätten
+ Die Vorsicht denn gebraucht, sich die Erlaubniß
+ Beim Chevalier von Posa auszuwirken,
+ Der Sohn und Vater zu Gefangnen macht.
+\15 Von Posa? Wie? Ganz recht! Das ist Derselbe,
+ Aus dessen Hand ich diesen Brief empfangen --
+\11 Brief? welchen Brief? \\
+\15 Den ich nach Brüssel habe
+ Befördern sollen -- \\
+\11 \[aufmerksam\] Brüssel? \\
+\15 Den ich eben
+ Dem König bringe -- \\
+\11 Brüssel! Haben Sie
+ Gehört, Kaplan? Nach Brüssel! \\
+\16 \[tritt dazu\] Das ist sehr
+ Verdächtig. \\
+\15 Und wie ängstlich, wie verlegen
+ Er mir empfohlen worden! \\
+\16 Aengstlich? So!
+\11 An wen ist denn die Aufschrift? \\
+\15 An den Prinzen
+ Von Nassau und Oranien. \\
+\11 An Wilhelm? --
+ Kaplan, das ist Verrätherei. \\
+\16 Was könnt'
+ Es anders sein? -- Ja freilich, diesen Brief
+ Muß man sogleich dem König überliefern.
+ Welch ein Verdienst von Ihnen, würd'ger Mann,
+ So streng zu sein in Ihres Königs Dienst!
+\15 Hochwürd'ger Herr, ich that nur meine Pflicht.
+\11 Sie thaten wohl. \\
+\12 \[kommt aus dem Kabinet. Zum Oberpostmeister\]
+ Der König will Sie sprechen.
+ \[Taxis geht hinein\]
+ Der Marquis immer noch nicht da? \\
+\16 Man sucht
+ Ihn aller Orten. \\
+\11 Sonderbar und seltsam.
+ Der Prinz ein Staatsgefangner, und der König
+ Noch selber ungewiß, warum? \\
+\16 Er war
+ Nicht einmal hier, ihm Rechenschaft zu geben?
+\11 Wie nahm es denn der König auf? \\
+\12 Der König
+ Sprach noch kein Wort. \\
+\[Geräusch aus dem Kabinet\]
+\11 Was war das? Still! \\
+\15 \[aus dem Kabinet\] Graf Lerma!
+ \[Beide hinein\]
+\11 \[zu Domingo\]
+ Was geht hier vor? \\
+\16 Mit diesem Ton des Schreckens?
+ Wenn dieser aufgefangne Brief? -- Mir ahnet
+ Nichts Gutes, Herzog. \\
+\11 Lerma läßt er rufen!
+ Und wissen muß er doch, daß Sie und ich
+ Im Vorsaal -- \\
+\16 Unsre Zeiten sind vorbei.
+\11 Bin ich Derselbe denn nicht mehr, dem hier
+ Sonst alle Thüren sprangen? Wie ist Alles
+ Verwandelt um mich her -- wie fremd -- \\
+\16 \[hat sich leise der Kabinetsthüre genähert und bleibt lauschend
+davor stehen\] Horch! \\
+\11 \[nach einer Pause\] Alles
+ Ist todtenstill. Man hört sie Athem holen.
+\16 Die doppelte Tapete dämpft den Schall.
+\11 Hinweg! Man kommt! \\
+\16 \[verläßt die Thüre\] Mir ist so feierlich,
+ So bang, als sollte dieser Augenblick
+ Ein großes Loos entscheiden. \\
+
+\Auftritt % 4.23
+
+\(Der Prinz von Parma, die Herzoge von Feria und Medina Sidonia mit noch
+einigen andern Granden treten auf. Die Vorigen\)
+
+\4 Ist der König
+ Zu sprechen? \\
+\11 Nein. \\
+\4 Nein? Wer ist bei ihm? \\
+\13 Marquis
+ Von Posa ohne Zweifel? \\
+\11 Den erwartet man
+ So eben. \\
+\4 Diesen Augenblick
+ Sind wir von Saragossa eingetroffen.
+ Der Schrecken geht durch ganz Madrid -- Ist es
+ Denn wahr? \\
+\16 Ja, leider! \\
+\13 Es ist wahr? er ist
+ Durch den Maltheser in Verhaft genommen?
+\11 So ist's. \\
+\4 Warum? Was ist geschehn? \\
+\11 Warum?
+ Das weiß kein Mensch, als Seine Majestät
+ Und Marquis Posa. \\
+\4 Ohne Zuziehung
+ Der Cortes seines Königreichs? \\
+\13 Weh Dem,
+ Der Theil gehabt an dieser Staatsverletzung.
+\11 Weh' ihm! so ruf' ich auch. \\
+\14 Ich auch. \\
+\persona{Die übrigen Granden} Wir alle.
+\11 Wer folgt mir in das Kabinet? -- Ich werfe
+ Mich zu des Königs Füßen. \\
+\12 \[stürzt aus dem Kabinet\] Herzog Alba! \\
+\16 Endlich,
+ Gelobt sei Gott! \\
+\[Alba eilt hinein\]
+\12 \[athemlos, in großer Bewegung\] Wenn der Maltheser kommt,
+ Der Herr ist jetzo nicht allein, er wird
+ Ihn rufen lassen -- \\
+\16 \[zu Lerma, indem sich alle Uebrigen voll neugieriger Erwartung
+um ihn versammeln\] Graf, was ist geschehen?
+ Sie sind ja blaß wie eine Leiche. \\
+\12 \[will forteilen\] Das
+ Ist teufelisch! \\
+\persona{Parma und Feria} Was denn? Was denn? \\
+\14 Was macht
+ Der König? \\
+\16 \[zugleich\] Teufelisch? Was denn? \\
+\12 Der König hat
+ Geweint. \\
+\16 Geweint? \\
+\persona{Alle} \[zugleich, mit betretnem Erstaunen\] Der König hat geweint?
+ \[Man hört eine Glocke im Kabinet. Graf Lerma eilt hinein\]
+\16 \[ihm nach, will ihn zurückhalten\]
+ Graf, noch ein Wort -- Verziehen Sie -- Weg ist er!
+ Da stehn wir angefesselt von Entsetzen.
+
+\Auftritt % 4.24
+
+\(Prinzessin von Eboli. Feria. Medina Sidonia. Parma. Domingo und alle
+übrige Granden\)
+
+\8 \[eilig, außer sich\]
+ Wo ist der König? wo? Ich muß ihn sprechen.
+ \[Zu Feria\]
+ Sie, Herzog, führen mich zu ihm. \\
+\13 Der König
+ Hat wichtige Verhinderung. Kein Mensch
+ Wird vorgelassen. \\
+\8 Unterzeichnet er
+ Das fürchterliche Urtheil schon? Er ist
+ Belogen. Ich beweis' es ihm, daß er
+ Belogen ist. \\
+\16 \[gibt ihr von ferne einen bedeutenden Wink\]
+ Prinzessin Eboli!
+\8 \[geht auf ihn zu\]
+ Sie auch da, Priester? Recht! Sie brauch' ich eben.
+ Sie sollen mir's bekräftigen.\\
+ \[Sie ergreift seine Hand und will ihn ins Kabinet mit
+fortreißen\]
+\16 Ich? -- Sind
+ Sie bei sich, Fürstin? \\
+\13 Bleiben Sie zurück.
+ Der König hört Sie jetzt nicht an. \\
+\8 Er muß
+ Mich hören. Wahrheit muß er hören -- Wahrheit!
+ Und wär' er zehenmal ein Gott! \\
+\16 Weg, weg!
+ Sie wagen Alles. Bleiben Sie zurück.
+\8 Mensch, zittre du vor deines Götzen Zorn.
+ Ich habe nichts zu wagen.\\
+ \[Wie sie ins Kabinet will, stürzt heraus\]
+\persona{Herzog Alba} \[Seine Augen funkeln, Triumph ist in seinem Gang. Er eilt
+auf Domingo zu und umarmt ihn\] Lassen Sie
+ In allen Kirchen ein Te Deum tönen.
+ Der Sieg ist unser. \\
+\16 Unser? \\
+\11 \[zu Domingo und den übrigen Granden\] Jetzt hinein
+ Zum Herrn. Sie sollen weiter von mir hören.
+
+\Akt %5
+
+\Szene{Ein Zimmer im königlichen Palast, durch eine eiserne Gitterthüre
+ von einem großen Vorhof abgesondert, in welchem Wachen auf und nieder gehen}
+
+\Auftritt % 5.1
+
+\(Carlos, an einem Tische sitzend, den Kopf vorwärts auf die Arme gelegt,
+als wenn er schlummerte. Im Hintergrunde des Zimmers einige Officiere, die
+mit ihm eingeschlossen sind. Marquis von Posa tritt herein, ohne von ihm
+bemerkt zu werden, und spricht leise mit den Officieren, welche sich
+sogleich entfernen. Er selbst tritt ganz nahe vor Carlos und betrachtet
+ihn einige Augenblicke schweigend und traurig. Endlich macht er eine
+Bewegung, welche diesen aus seiner Betäubung erweckt\)
+
+
+\3 \[steht auf, wird den Marquis gewahr und fährt erschrocken
+zusammen. Dann sieht er ihn eine Weile mit großen starren Augen an und
+streicht mit der Hand über die Stirne, als ob er sich auf etwas besinnen
+wollte\]
+\10 Ich bin es, Carl. \\
+\3 \[gibt ihm die Hand\] Du kommst sogar noch zu mir?
+ Das ist doch schön von dir. \\
+\10 Ich bildete
+ Mir ein, du könntest deinen Freund hier brauchen.
+\3 Wahrhaftig? Meintest du das wirklich? Sieh!
+ Das freut mich -- freut mich unbeschreiblich. Ach!
+ Ich wußt' es wohl, daß du mir gut geblieben.
+\10 Ich hab' es auch um dich verdient. \\
+\3 Nicht wahr?
+ O, wir verstehen uns noch ganz. So hab'
+ Ich's gerne. Diese Schonung, diese Milde
+ Steht großen Seelen an, wie du und ich.
+ Laß sein, daß meiner Forderungen eine
+ Unbillig und vermessen war, mußt du
+ Mir darum auch die billigen versagen?
+ Hart kann die Tugend sein, doch grausam nie,
+ Unmenschlich nie -- Es hat dir viel gekostet!
+ O ja, mir däucht, ich weiß recht gut, wie sehr
+ Geblutet hat dein sanftes Herz, als du
+ Dein Opfer schmücktest zum Altare. \\
+\10 Carlos!
+ Wie meinst du das? \\
+\3 Du selbst wirst jetzt vollenden,
+ Was ich gesollt und nicht gekonnt -- \textit{Du} wirst
+ Den Spaniern die goldnen Tage schenken,
+ Die sie von mir umsonst gehofft. Mit mir
+ Ist es ja aus -- auf immer aus. Das hast
+ Du eingesehn -- O, diese fürchterliche Liebe
+ Hat alle frühen Blüthen meines Geistes
+ Unwiederbringlich hingerafft. Ich bin
+ Für deine großen Hoffnungen gestorben.
+ Vorsehung oder Zufall führen dir
+ Den König zu -- es kostet mein Geheimniß,
+ Und er ist dein -- du kannst sein Engel werden.
+ Für mich ist keine Rettung mehr -- vielleicht
+ Für Spanien -- Ach, hier ist nichts verdammlich,
+ Nichts, nichts, als meine rasende Verblendung,
+ Bis diesen Tag nicht eingesehn zu haben,
+ Daß du -- so groß als zärtlich bist. \\
+\10 Nein! Das,
+ Das hab' ich nicht vorhergesehen -- nicht
+ Vorhergesehn, daß eines Freundes Großmuth
+ Erfinderischer könnte sein, als meine
+ Weltkluge Sorgfalt. Mein Gebäude stürzt
+ Zusammen -- ich vergaß dein Herz.
+\3 Zwar, wenn dir's möglich wär' gewesen, \textit{ihr}
+ Dies Schicksal zu ersparen -- sieh, das hätte
+ Ich unaussprechlich dir gedankt. Konnt' ich
+ Denn nicht allein es tragen? Mußte sie
+ Das zweite Opfer sein? -- Doch still davon!
+ Ich will mit keinem Vorwurf dich beladen.
+ Was geht die Königin \textit{Dich} an? Liebst \textit{du}
+ Die Königin? Soll deine strenge Tugend
+ Die kleinen Sorgen meiner Liebe fragen?
+ Verzeih mir -- ich war ungerecht. \\
+\10 Du bist's.
+ Doch -- dieses Vorwurfs nicht. Verdient
+ Ich \textit{einen}, dann verdient' ich alle -- und
+ Dann würd' ich \textit{so} nicht vor dir stehen.\\
+ \[Er nimmt sein Portefeuille heraus\] Hier
+ Sind von den Briefen ein'ge wieder, die
+ Du in Verwahrung mir gegeben. Nimm
+ Sie zu dir. \\
+\3 \[sieht mit Verwunderung bald die Briefe, bald den Marquis an\]
+ Wie? \\
+\10 Ich gebe sie dir wieder,
+ Weil sie in deinen Händen sichrer jetzt
+ Sein dürften, als in meinen. \\
+\3 Was ist das?
+ Der König las sie also nicht? bekam
+ Sie gar nicht zu Gesichte? \\
+\10 \textit{Diese} Briefe?
+\3 Du zeigtest ihm nicht alle? \\
+\10 Wer sagt' dir,
+ Daß ich ihm \textit{einen} zeigte? \\
+\3 \[äußerst erstaunt\] Ist es möglich?
+ Graf Lerma. \\
+\10 \textit{Der} hat dir gesagt? -- Ja, nun
+ Wird Alles, Alles offenbar! Wer konnte
+ Das auch voraussehn? -- Lerma also? -- Nein,
+ \textit{Der} Mann hat lügen nie gelernt. Ganz recht,
+ Die andern Briefe liegen bei dem König.
+\3 \[sieht ihn lange mit sprachlosem Erstaunen an\]
+ Weßwegen bin ich aber hier? \\
+\10 Zur Vorsicht,
+ Wenn du vielleicht zum zweiten Mal versucht
+ Sein möchtest, eine Eboli zu deiner
+ Vertrauten zu erwählen. \\
+\3 \[wie aus einem Traum erwacht\] Ha! Nun endlich!
+ Jetzt seh' ich -- jetzt wird Alles Licht -- \\
+\10 \[geht nach der Thüre\] Wer kommt?
+
+\Auftritt % 5.2
+
+\(Herzog Alba. Die Vorigen\)
+\11 \[nähert sich ehrerbietig dem Prinzen, dem Marquis durch diesen
+ganzen Auftritt den Rücken zuwendend\]
+ Prinz, Sie sind frei. Der König schickt mich ab,
+ Es Ihnen anzukündigen.\\
+ \[Carlos sieht den Marquis verwundernd an. Alle schweigen still\]
+ Zugleich
+ Schätz' ich mich glücklich, Prinz, der Erste sein
+ Zu dürfen, der die Gnade hat -- \\
+\3 \[bemerkt beide mit äußerster Verwunderung. Nach einer Pause zum
+ Herzog\] Ich werde
+ Gefangen eingesetzt und frei erklärt,
+ Und ohne mir bewußt zu sein, warum
+ Ich Beides werde? \\
+\11 Aus Versehen, Prinz,
+ So viel ich weiß, zu welchem irgend ein
+ -- Betrüger den Monarchen hingerissen.
+\3 Doch aber ist es auf Befehl des Königs,
+ Daß ich mich hier befinde? \\
+\11 Ja, durch ein
+ Versehen Seiner Majestät. \\
+\3 Das tut
+ Mir wirklich leid -- Doch, wenn der König sich
+ Versieht, kommt es dem König zu, in eigner
+ Person den Fehler wieder zu verbessern.
+ \[Er sucht die Augen des Marquis und beobachtet eine stolze
+ Herabsetzung gegen den Herzog\]
+ Man nennt mich hier Don Philipps Sohn. Die Augen
+ Der Lästerung und Neugier ruhn auf mir.
+ Was Seine Majestät aus Pflicht gethan,
+ Will ich nicht scheinen ihrer Huld zu danken.
+ Sonst bin ich auch bereit, vor dem Gerichte
+ Der Cortes mich zu stellen -- meinen Degen
+ Nehm' ich aus solcher Hand nicht an. \\
+\11 Der König
+ Wird keinen Anstand nehmen, Eurer Hoheit
+ Dies billige Verlangen zu gewähren,
+ Wenn Sie vergönnen wollen, daß ich Sie
+ Zu ihm begleiten darf -- \\
+\3 Ich bleibe hier,
+ Bis mich der König oder sein Madrid
+ Aus diesem Kerker führen. Bringen Sie
+ Ihm diese Antwort. \\
+\[Alba entfernt sich. Man sieht ihn noch eine Zeit lang im Vorhofe
+ verweilen und Befehle austheilen\]
+
+\Auftritt % 5.3
+
+\(Carlos und Marquis von Posa\)
+
+\3 \[nachdem der Herzog hinaus ist, voll Erwartung und Erstaunen zum
+ Marquis\] Was ist aber das?
+ Erkläre mir's. Bist du denn nicht Minister?
+\10 Ich bin's gewesen, wie du siehst. \\
+ \[Auf ihn zugehend, mit großer Bewegung\] O Carl,
+ Es hat gewirkt. Es hat. Es ist gelungen.
+ Jetzt ist's gethan. Gepriesen sei die Allmacht,
+ Die es gelingen ließ! \\
+\3 Gelingen? Was?
+ Ich fasse deine Worte nicht. \\
+\10 \[ergreift seine Hand\] Du bist
+ Gerettet, Carl -- bist frei -- und ich --\\
+ \[Er hält inne\]
+\3 Und du?
+\10 Und ich -- ich drücke dich an meine Brust
+ Zum ersten Mal mit vollem, ganzem Rechte;
+ Ich hab' es ja mit Allem, Allem, was
+ Mir teuer ist, erkauft -- O Carl, wie süß,
+ Wie groß ist dieser Augenblick! Ich bin
+ Mit mir zufrieden. \\
+\3 Welche plötzliche
+ Veränderung in deinen Zügen? So
+ Hab' ich dich nie gesehen. Stolzer hebt
+ Sich deine Brust, und deine Blicke leuchten.
+\10 Wir müssen Abschied nehmen, Carl. Erschrick nicht.
+ O, sei ein Mann. Was du auch hören wirst,
+ Versprich mir, Carl, nicht durch unbänd'gen Schmerz,
+ Unwürdig großer Seelen, diese Trennung
+ Mir zu erschweren -- du verlierst mich, Carl --
+ Auf viele Jahre -- Thoren nennen es
+ Auf ewig. \\
+\[Carlos zieht seine Hand zurück, sieht ihn starr an und antwortet \\nichts\]
+ Sei ein Mann. Ich habe sehr
+ Auf dich gerechnet, hab' es nicht vermieden,
+ Die bange Stunde mit dir auszuhalten,
+ Die man die \textit{letzte} schrecklich nennt -- Ja, soll
+ Ich dir's gestehen, Carl? -- ich habe mich
+ Darauf gefreut -- Komm, laß uns niedersitzen --
+ Ich fühle mich erschöpft und matt. \\
+\[Er rückt nahe an Carlos, der noch immer in einer todten Erstarrung ist
+ und sich unwillkürlich von ihm niederziehen läßt\]
+ Wo bist du?
+ Du gibst mir keine Antwort? -- Ich will kurz sein.
+ Den Tag nachher, als wir zum letzten Mal
+ Bei den Karthäusern uns gesehn, ließ mich
+ Der König zu sich fordern. Den Erfolg
+ Weißt du, weiß ganz Madrid. Das weiß du nicht,
+ Daß dein Geheimniß ihm verrathen worden,
+ Daß Briefe, in der Königin Schatulle
+ Gefunden, wider dich gezeugt, daß ich
+ Aus seinem eignen Munde dies erfahren,
+ Und daß -- ich sein Vertrauter war. \\
+\[Er hält inne, Carlos' Antwort zu erfahren; dieser verharrt in seinem
+ Stillschweigen\] Ja, Karl!
+Mit meinen Lippen brach ich meine Treue.
+ Ich selbst regierte das Komplott, das dir
+ Den Untergang bereitete. Zu laut
+ Sprach schon die That. Dich frei zu sprechen, war
+ Zu spät. Mich seiner Rache zu versichern,
+ War Alles, was mir übrig blieb -- und so
+ Ward ich dein Feind, dir kräftiger zu dienen.
+ -- Du hörst mich nicht? \\
+\3 Ich höre. Weiter, weiter!
+\10 Bis hierher bin ich ohne Schuld. Doch bald
+ Verrathen mich die ungewohnten Strahlen
+ Der neuen königlichen Gunst. Der Ruf
+ Dringt bis zu dir, wie ich vorhergesehn.
+ Doch ich, von falscher Zärtlichkeit bestochen,
+ Von stolzem Wahn geblendet, ohne dich
+ Das Wagestück zu enden, unterschlage
+ Der Freundschaft mein gefährliches Geheimniß.
+ Das war die große Uebereilung! Schwer
+ Hab' ich gefehlt. Ich weiß es. Raserei
+ Was meine Zuversicht. Verzeih -- sie war
+ Auf deiner Freundschaft Ewigkeit gegründet.
+\[Hier schweigt er. Carlos geht aus seiner Versteinerung in lebhafte
+ Bewegung über\]
+ Was ich befürchtete, geschieht. Man läßt
+ Dich zittern vor erdichteten Gefahren.
+ Die Königin in ihrem Blut -- das Schrecken
+ Des wiederhallenden Palastes -- Lermas
+ Unglückliche Dienstfertigkeit -- zuletzt
+ Mein unbegreifliches Verstummen, Alles
+ Bestürmt dein überraschtes Herz -- Du wankst --
+ Gibst mich verloren -- Doch, zu edel selbst,
+ An deines Freundes Redlichkeit zu zweifeln,
+ Schmückst du mit Größe seinen Abfall aus;
+ Nun erst wagst du, ihn treulos zu behaupten,
+ Weil du noch treulos ihn verehren darfst.
+ Verlassen von dem Einzigen, wirfst du
+ Der Fürstin Eboli durch in die Arme --
+ Unglücklicher! in eines Teufels Arme;
+ Denn diese war's, die dich verrieth.\\
+ \[Carlos steht auf\] Ich sehe
+ Dich dahin eilen. Eine schlimme Ahnung
+ Fliegt durch mein Herz. Ich folge dir. Zu spät.
+ Du liegst zu ihren Füßen. Das Geständniß
+ Floh über deine Lippen schon. Für dich
+ Ist keine Rettung mehr -- \\
+\3 Nein, nein! Sie war
+ Gerührt. Du irrest dich. Gewiß war sie
+ Gerührt. \\
+\10 Da wird es Nacht vor meinen Sinnen.
+ Nichts -- nichts -- kein Ausweg -- keine Hilfe -- keine,
+ Im ganzen Umkreis der Natur! Verzweiflung
+ Macht mich zur Furie, zum Thier -- ich setze
+ Den Dolch auf eines Weibes Brust -- Doch jetzt --
+ Jetzt fällt ein Sonnenstrahl in meine Seele.
+ »Wenn ich den König irrte? Wenn es mir
+ Gelänge, selbst der Schuldige zu scheinen?
+ Wahrscheinlich oder nicht! -- Für ihn genug,
+ Scheinbar genug für König Philipp, weil
+ Es übel ist. Es sei! ich will es wagen.
+ Vielleicht ein Donner, der so unverhofft
+ Ihn trifft, macht den Tyrannen stutzen -- und
+ Was will ich mehr? Er überlegt, und Carl
+ Hat Zeit gewonnen, nach Brabant zu flüchten.«
+\3 Und das -- das hättest du gethan? \\
+\10 Ich schreibe
+ An Wilhelm von Oranien, daß ich
+ Die Königin geliebt, daß mir's gelungen,
+ In dem Verdacht, der fälschlich dich gedrückt,
+ Des Königs Argwohn zu entgehn, daß ich
+ Durch den Monarchen selbst den Weg gefunden,
+ Der Königin mich frei zu nahn. Ich setze
+ Hinzu, daß ich entdeckt zu sein besorge,
+ Daß du, von meiner Leidenschaft belehrt,
+ Zur Fürstin Eboli geeilt, vielleicht
+ Durch ihre Hand die Königin zu warnen --
+ Daß ich dich hier gefangen nahm und nun,
+ Weil Alles doch verloren, Willens sei,
+ Nach Brüssel mich zu werfen -- Diesen Brief --
+\3 \[fällt ihm erschrocken ins Wort\]
+ Hat du der Post doch nicht vertraut? Du weißt,
+ Daß alle Briefe nach Brabant und Flandern --
+\10 Dem König ausgeliefert werden -- Wie
+ Die Sachen stehn, hat Taxis seine Pflicht
+ Bereits gethan. \\
+\3 Gott, so bin ich verloren!
+\10 Du? warum du? \\
+\3 Unglücklicher, und du
+ Bist mit verloren. Diesen ungeheuern
+ Betrug kann dir mein Vater nicht vergeben.
+ Nein! Den vergibt er nimmermehr. \\
+\10 Betrug?
+ Du bist zerstreut. Besinne dich. Wer sagt ihm,
+ Daß es Betrug gewesen? \\
+\3 \[sieht ihm starr ins Gesicht\] \textit{Wer}, fragst du?
+ Ich selbst.\\ \[Er will fort\]
+\10 Du rasest. Bleib zurück. \\
+\3 Weg, weg!
+ Um Gottes willen. Halte mich nicht auf.
+ Indem ich hier verweile, dingt er schon
+ Die Mörder. \\
+\10 Desto edler ist die Zeit.
+ Wir haben uns noch viel zu sagen. \\
+\3 Was?
+ Eh' er noch Alles -- \\
+\[Er will wieder fort. Der Marquis nimmt ihn beim Arme und sieht ihn
+ bedeutend an\]
+\10 Höre, Carlos -- War
+ Ich auch so eilig, so gewissenhaft,
+ Da \textit{du} für mich geblutet hast -- ein Knabe?
+\3 \[bleibt gerührt und voll Bewunderung vor ihm stehen\]
+ O gute Vorsicht! \\
+\10 Rette dich für Flandern!
+ Das Königreich ist dein Beruf. Für dich
+ Zu sterben, war der meinige. \\
+\3 \[geht auf ihn zu und nimmt ihn bei der Hand, voll der innigsten
+Empfindung\] Nein, nein!
+ Er wird -- er kann nicht wiederstehn! So vieler
+ Erhabenheit nicht widerstehn! Ich will
+ Dich zu ihm führen. Arm in Arme wollen
+ Wir zu ihm gehen. Vater, will ich sagen,
+ Das hat ein Freund für seinen Freund gethan.
+ Es wird ihn rühren. Glaube mir, er ist
+ Nicht ohne Menschlichkeit, mein Vater. Ja!
+ Gewiß, es wird ihn rühren. Seine Augen werden
+ Von warmen Thränen übergehn, und dir
+ Und mir wird er verzeihn -- \\
+\[Es geschieht ein Schuß durch die Gitterthüre. Carlos springt auf\]
+ Ha! wem galt das?
+\10 Ich glaube -- mir. \\ \[Er sinkt nieder\]
+\3 \[fällt mit einem Schrei des Schmerzes neben ihm zu Boden\]
+ O himmlische
+ Barmherzigkeit! \\
+\10 \[mit brechender Stimme\] Es ist geschwind -- der König --
+ Ich hoffte -- länger -- Denk' auf deine Rettung --
+ Hörst du? -- auf deine Rettung -- deine Mutter
+ Weiß Alles -- ich kann nicht mehr -- \\
+
+\[Carlos bleibt wie tot bei dem Leichnam liegen. Nach einiger Zeit tritt
+der König herein, von vielen Granden begleitet, und fährt bei diesem
+Anblick betreten zurück. Eine allgemeine und tiefe Pause. Die Granden
+stellen sich in einen halben Kreis um diese Beiden und sehen wechselsweise
+auf den König und seinen Sohn. Dieser liegt noch ohne alle Zeichen des
+Lebens. -- Der König betrachtet ihn mit nachdenklicher Stille\]
+
+\Auftritt % 5.4
+
+\(Der König. Carlos. Die Herzoge von Alba, Feria und Medina Sidonia. Der
+Prinz von Parma. Graf Lerma. Domingo und viele Granden\)
+
+\1 \[mit gütigem Tone\] Deine Bitte
+ Hat Statt gefunden, mein Infant. Hier bin ich,
+ Ich selbst mit allen Großen meines Reichs,
+ Dir Freiheit anzukündigen. \\
+\[Carlos blickt auf und sieht um sich her, wie einer, der aus dem Traum
+erwacht. Seine Augen heften sich bald auf den König, bald auf den Todten.
+Er antwortet nicht\] Empfange
+ Dein Schwert zurück. Man hat zu rasch verfahren.
+ \[Er nähert sich ihm, reicht ihm die Hand und hilft ihm sich auf-zurich\-ten\]
+ Mein Sohn ist nicht an seinem Platz. Steh auf.
+ Komm in die Arme deines Vaters. \\
+\3 \[empfängt ohne Bewußtsein die Arme des Königs -- besinnt sich
+aber plötzlich, hält inne und sieht ihn genauer an\]
+ Dein
+ Geruch ist Mord. Ich kann dich nicht umarmen.
+ \[Er stößt ihn zurück, alle Granden kommen in Bewegung\]
+ Nein! Steht nicht so betroffen da! Was hab'
+ Ich Ungeheures denn gethan? Des Himmels
+ Gesalbten angetastet? Fürchtet nichts.
+ Ich lege keine Hand an ihn. Seht ihr
+ Das Brandmal nicht an seiner Stirne? Gott
+ Hat ihn gezeichnet. \\
+\1 \[bricht schnell auf\] Folgt mir, meine Granden.
+\3 Wohin? Nicht von der Stelle, Sire -- \\
+\[Er hält ihn gewaltsam mit beiden Händen und bekommt mit der einen das
+Schwert zu fassen, das der König mitgebracht hat. Es fährt aus der
+Scheide\]
+\1 Das Schwert
+ Gezückt auf deinen Vater? \\
+\persona{Alle anwesenden Granden} \[ziehen die ihrigen\] Königsmord!
+\3 \[den König fest an der einen Hand, das bloße Schwert in der andern\]
+ Steckt eure Schwerter ein. Was wollt ihr? Glaubt
+ Ihr, ich sei rasend? Nein, ich bin nicht rasend.
+ Wär' ich's, so thatet \textit{ihr} nicht gut, mich zu
+ Erinnern, daß auf meines Schwertes Spitze
+ Sein Leben schwebt. Ich bitte, haltet euch
+ Entfernt. Verfassungen, wie meine, wollen
+ Geschmeichelt sein -- drum bleibt zurück. Was ich
+ Mit diesem König abzumachen habe,
+ Geht euern Leheneid nichts an. Seht nur,
+ Wie seine Finger bluten! Seht ihn recht an!
+ Seht ihr? O seht auch hieher -- \textit{Das} hat Er
+ Gethan, der große Künstler! \\
+\1 \[\DriveOut zu den Granden, welche sich besorgt um ihn herumdrängen wollen\]
+ Tretet Alle
+ Zurück. Wovor erzittert ihr? -- Sind wir
+ Nicht Sohn und Vater? Ich will doch erwarten,
+ Zu welcher Schandthat die Natur -- \\
+\3 Natur?
+ Ich weiß von keiner. Mord ist jetzt die Losung.
+ Der Menschheit Bande sind entzwei. Du selbst
+ Hast sie zerrissen, Sire, in deinen Reichen.
+ Soll ich verehren, was du höhnst? -- O, seht!
+ Seht hieher! Es ist noch kein Mord geschehen,
+ Als heute -- Gibt es keinen Gott? Was? Dürfen
+ In seiner Schöpfung Könige so hausen?
+ Ich frage, gibt es keinen Gott? So lange Mütter
+ Geboren haben, ist nur \textit{Einer -- Einer}
+ So unverdient gestorben -- Weißt du auch,
+ \textit{Was} du gethan hast? -- Nein, er weiß es nicht,
+ Weiß nicht, daß er ein Leben hat gestohlen
+ Aus dieser Welt, das wichtiger und edler
+ Und theurer war, als er mit seinem ganzen
+ Jahrhundert. \\
+\1 \[mit gelindem Tone\] Wenn ich allzu rasch gewesen,
+ Geziemt es dir, \textit{für} den ich es gewesen,
+ Mich zur Verantwortung zu ziehen? \\
+\3 Wie?
+ Ist's möglich? Sie errathen nicht, wer mir
+ Der Todte war -- O, sagt es ihm -- helft seiner
+ Allwissenheit das schwere Räthsel lösen.
+ Der Todte war mein Freund -- Und wollt ihr wissen,
+ Warum er starb? Für mich ist er gestorben.
+\1 Ha, meine Ahnung! \\
+\3 Blutender, vergib,
+ Daß ich vor solchen Ohren es entweihe!
+ Doch dieser große Menschenkenner sinke
+ Vor Scham dahin, daß seine graue Weisheit
+ Der Scharfsinn eines Jünglings überlistet.
+ Ja, Sire, wir waren Brüder! Brüder durch
+ Ein edler Band, als die Natur es schmiedet.
+ Sein schöner Lebenslauf war Liebe. Liebe
+ Für mich sein großer, schöner Tod. \textit{Mein} war er,
+ Als \textit{Sie} mit seiner Achtung groß gethan,
+ Als seine scherzende Beredsamkeit
+ Mit Ihrem stolzen Riesengeiste spielte.
+ Ihn zu beherrschen wähnten Sie -- und waren
+ Ein folgsam Werkzeug seiner höhern Plane.
+ Daß ich gefangen bin, war seiner Freundschaft
+ Durchdachtes Werk. Mich zu erretten, schrieb
+ Er an Oranien den Brief -- O Gott,
+ Er war die erste Lüge seiner Lebens!
+ Mich zu erretten, warf er sich dem Tod,
+ Den er erlitt, entgegen. Sie beschenkten ihn
+ Mit Ihrer Gunst -- er starb für mich. Ihr Herz
+ Und Ihre Freundschaft drangen Sie ihm auf,
+ Ihr Scepter war das Spielwerk seiner Hände,
+ Er warf es hin und starb für mich! \\
+\[Der König steht ohne Bewegung, den Blick starr auf den Boden geheftet.
+ Alle Granden sehen betreten und furchtsam auf ihn\]
+ Und war
+ Es möglich? Dieser groben Lüge konnten
+ Sie Glauben schenken? Wie gering mußt' er
+ Sie schätzen, da er's unternahm, bei Ihnen
+ Mit diesem plumpen Gaukelspiel zu reichen!
+ Um seine Freundschaft wagten Sie zu buhlen
+ Und unterlagen dieser leichten Probe!
+ O, nein -- nein, das war nichts für Sie. Das war
+ Kein Mensch für Sie! Das wußt' er selbst recht gut,
+ Als er mit allen Kronen Sie verstoßen.
+ Dies feine Saitenspiel zerbrach in Ihrer
+ Metallnen Hand. Sie konnten nichts, als ihn
+ Ermorden. \\
+\11 \[hat den König bis jetzt nicht aus den Augen gelassen und mit
+ sichtbarer Unruhe die Bewegungen beobachtet, welche in seinem Gesichte
+ arbeiten. Jetzt nähert er sich ihm furchtsam\]
+ Sire -- nicht diese Todtenstille. Sehen
+ Sie um sich! Reden Sie mit uns! \\
+\3 Sie waren
+ Ihm nicht gleichgültig. Seinen Antheil hatten
+ Sie längst. Vielleicht! Er hätte Sie noch glücklich
+ Gemacht. Sein Herz war reich genug, Sie selbst
+ Von seinem Ueberflusse zu vergnügen.
+ Die Splitter seines Geistes hätten Sie
+ Zum Gott gemacht. Sich selber haben Sie
+ Bestohlen -- Was werden
+ Sie bieten, eine Seele zu erstatten,
+ Wie diese war?
+\[Ein tiefes Schweigen. Viele von den Granden sehen weg oder verhüllen das
+Gesicht in ihren Mänteln\]
+O, die ihr hier versammelt steht und vor Entsetzen
+ Und vor Bewunderung verstummt -- verdammet
+ Den Jüngling nicht, der diese Sprache gegen
+ Den Vater und den König führt -- Seht hieher!
+ Für mich ist er gestorben! Habt ihr Thränen?
+ Fließt Blut, nicht glühend Erz, in euren Adern?
+ Seht hieher und verdammt mich nicht!\\
+ \[Er wendet sich zum König mit mehr Fassung und Gelassenheit\]
+ Vielleicht
+ Erwarten Sie, wie diese unnatürliche Geschichte
+ Sich enden wird? -- Hier ist mein Schwert. Sie sind
+ Mein König wieder. Denken Sie, daß ich
+ Vor Ihrer Rache zittre? Morden Sie
+ Mich auch, wie Sie den Edelsten gemordet.
+ Mein Leben ist verwirkt. Ich weiß. Was ist
+ Mir jetzt das Leben? Hier entsag' ich Allem,
+ Was mich auf dieser Welt erwartet. Suchen
+ Sie unter Fremdlingen sich einen Sohn --
+ Da liegen meine Reiche -- \\
+\[Er sinkt an dem Leichnam nieder und nimmt an dem Folgenden keinen
+Antheil mehr. Man hört unterdessen von ferne ein verworrenes Getöse von
+Stimmen und ein Gedränge vieler Menschen. Um den König herum ist eine
+tiefe Stille. Seine Augen durchlaufen den ganzen Kreis, aber Niemand
+begegnet seinen Blicken\]
+\1 Nun? Will Niemand
+ Antworten? -- Jeder Blick am Boden -- jedes
+ Gesicht verhüllt! -- Mein Urtheil ist gesprochen.
+ In diesen stummen Mienen les' ich es
+ Verkündigt. Meine Unterthanen haben mich
+ Gerichtet. \\
+\[Das vorige Stillschweigen. -- Der Tumult kommt näher und wird lauter.
+Durch die umstehenden Granden läuft ein Gemurmel, sie geben sich
+untereinander verlegene Winke; Graf Lerma stößt endlich leise den Herzog
+von Alba an\]
+\12 Wahrlich, das ist Sturm! \\
+\11 \[leise\] So fürcht' ich.
+\12 Man dringt herauf. Man kommt. \\
+
+{
+\SpatiumSupra \Tauftritt {1\leading plus .5\leading minus .25\leading \penalty [.15]}
+\Auftritt % 5.5
+}
+\(Ein Officier von der Leibwache. Die Vorigen\)
+
+\persona{Officier} \[dringend\] Rebellion!
+ Wo ist der König?\\
+ \[Er arbeitet sich durch die Menge und dringt bis zum König\]
+ Ganz Madrid in Waffen!
+ Zu Tausenden umringt der wüthende
+ Soldat, der Pöbel den Palast. Prinz Carlos,
+ Verbreitet man, sei in Verhaft genommen,
+ Sein Leben in Gefahr. Das Volk will ihn
+ Lebendig sehen, oder ganz Madrid
+ In Flammen aufgehn lassen. \\
+\persona{Alle Granden} \[in Bewegung\] Rettet! rettet
+ Den König! \\
+\11 \[zum König, der ruhig und unbeweglich steht\]
+ Flüchten Sie sich, Sire -- Es hat
+ Gefahr -- Noch wissen wir nicht, wer
+ Den Pöbel waffnet -- \\
+\1 \[erwacht aus seiner Betäubung, richtet sich auf und tritt mit
+ Majestät unter sie\] Steht mein Thron noch?
+ Bin ich noch König dieses Landes? -- Nein,
+ Ich bin es nicht mehr. Diese Memmen weinen,
+ Von einem Knaben weich gemacht. Man wartet
+ Nur auf die Losung, von mir abzufallen.
+ Ich bin verrathen von Rebellen. \\
+\11 Sire,
+ Welch fürchterliche Phantasie! \\
+\1 Dorthin!
+ Dort werft euch nieder! vor dem blühenden,
+ Dem jungen König werft euch nieder! -- Ich
+ Bin nichts mehr -- ein ohnmächt'ger Greis! \\
+\11 Dahin
+ Ist es gekommen! -- Spanier! \\
+\[\DriveOut Alle drängen sich um den König herum und knien mit gezogenen Schwertern
+vor ihm nieder. Carlos bleibt allein und von allen verlassen bei dem
+Leichnam\]
+\1 \[reißt seinen Mantel ab und wirft ihn von sich\] Bekleidet
+ \textit{Ihn} mit dem königlichen Schmuck -- Auf meiner
+ Zertretnen Leiche tragt ihn --\\
+ \[Er bleibt ohnmächtig in Albas und Lermas Armen\]
+\12 Hilfe! Gott!
+\13 Gott, welcher Zufall! \\
+\12 Er ist von sich -- \\
+\11 \[läßt den König in Lermas und Ferias Händen\] Bringen
+ Sie ihn zu Bette. Unterdessen geb' ich
+ Madrid den Frieden. \\
+
+\[Er geht ab. Der König wird weggetragen, und alle Granden begleiten
+ihn\]
+
+\Auftritt % 5.6
+
+\(Carlos bleibt allein bei dem Leichnam zurück. Nach einigen Augenblicken
+erscheint Ludwig Mercado, sieht sich schüchtern um und steht eine Zeit
+lang stillschweigend hinter dem Prinzen, der ihn nicht bemerkt\)
+
+\20 Ich komme
+ Von Ihrer Majestät der Königin.
+ \[Carlos sieht wieder weg und gibt ihm keine Antwort\]
+ Mein Name ist Mercado -- Ich bin Leibarzt
+ Bei Ihrer Majestät -- und hier ist meine
+ Beglaubigung. \\
+\[Er zeigt dem Prinzen einen Siegelring. -- Dieser verharrt in seinem
+ Stillschweigen\]
+ Die Königin wünscht sehr,
+ Sie heute noch zu sprechen -- wichtige
+ Geschäfte -- \\
+\3 Wichtig ist mir nichts mehr
+ Auf dieser Welt. \\
+\20 Ein Auftrag, sagte sie,
+ Den Marquis Posa hinterlassen -- \\
+\3 \[steht schnell auf\] Was?
+ Sogleich. \\ \[Er will mit ihm gehen\]
+\20 Nein, jetzt nicht, gnäd'ger Prinz. Sie müssen
+ Die Nacht erwarten. Jeder Zugang ist
+ Besetzt und alle Wachen dort verdoppelt.
+ Unmöglich ist es, diese Flügel des
+ Palastes ungesehen zu betreten.
+ Sie würden Alles wagen -- \\
+\3 Aber -- \\
+\20 Nur
+ Ein Mittel, Prinz, ist höchstens noch vorhanden --
+ Die Königin hat es erdacht. Sie legt
+ Es Ihnen vor -- Doch es ist kühn und seltsam
+ Und abenteuerlich. \\
+\3 Das ist? \\
+\20 Schon längst
+ Geht eine Sage, wie Sie wissen, daß
+ Um Mitternacht in den gewölbten Gängen
+ Der königlichen Burg, in Mönchsgestalt,
+ Der abgeschiedne Geist des Kaisers wandle.
+ Der Pöbel glaubt an dies Gerücht, die Wachen
+ Beziehen nur mit Schauer diesen Posten.
+ Wenn Sie entschlossen sind, sich dieser
+ Verkleidung zu bedienen, können Sie
+ Durch alle Wachen frei und unversehrt
+ Bis zum Gemach der Königin gelangen,
+ Das dieser Schlüssel öffnen wird. Vor jedem Angriff
+ Schützt Sie die heilige Gestalt. Doch auf
+ Der Stelle, Prinz, muß Ihr Entschluß gefaßt sein.
+ Das nöth'ge Kleid, die Maske finden Sie
+ In Ihrem Zimmer. Ich muß eilen, Ihrer Majestät
+ Antwort zu bringen. \\
+\3 Und die Zeit? \\
+\20 Die Zeit
+ Ist zwölf Uhr. \\
+\3 Sagen Sie ihr, daß sie mich
+ Erwarten könne. \\
+
+\[Mercado geht ab\]
+
+\Auftritt % 5.7
+
+\(Carlos. Graf Lerma\)
+
+\12 Retten Sie sich, Prinz.
+ Der König wüthet gegen Sie. Ein Anschlag
+ Auf Ihre Freiheit -- wo nicht auf Ihr Leben.
+ Befragen Sie mich weiter nicht. Ich habe
+ Mich weggestohlen, Sie zu warnen. Fliehen
+ Sie ohne Aufschub. \\
+\3 Ich bin in den Händen
+ Der Allmacht. \\
+\12 Wie die Königin mich eben
+ Hat merken lassen, sollen Sie noch heute
+ Madrid verlassen und nach Brüssel flüchten.
+ Verschieben Sie es nicht, ja nicht! Der Aufruhr
+ Begünstigt Ihre Flucht. In dieser Absicht
+ Hat ihn die Königin veranlaßt. Jetzt
+ Wird man sich nicht erkühnen, gegen Sie
+ Gewalt zu brauchen. Im Karthäuserkloster
+ Erwartet Sie die Post, und hier sind Waffen,
+ Wenn Sie gezwungen sollten sein -- \\
+ \[Er gibt ihm einen Dolch und Terzerolen\]
+\3 Dank, Dank,
+ Graf Lerma! \\
+\12 Ihre heutige Geschichte
+ Hat mich im Innersten gerührt. So liebt
+ Kein Freund mehr! Alle Patrioten weinen
+ Um Sie. Mehr darf ich jetzt nicht sagen.
+\3 Graf Lerma! Dieser Abgeschiedne nannte
+ Sie einen edlen Mann. \\
+\12 Noch einmal, Prinz!
+ Reisen Sie glücklich. Schönre Zeiten werden kommen;
+ Dann aber werd' ich nicht mehr sein. Empfangen
+ Sie meine Huldigung schon hier.\\
+ \[Er läßt sich auf ein Knie vor ihm nieder\]
+\3 \[will ihn zurückhalten. Sehr bewegt\] Nicht also --
+ Nicht also, Graf -- Sie rühren mich -- Ich möchte
+ Nicht gerne weich sein -- \\
+\12 \[küßt seine Hand mit Empfindung\] König meiner Kinder!
+ O, meine Kinder werden sterben dürfen
+ Für Sie. Ich darf es nicht. Erinnern Sie sich meiner
+ In meinen Kindern -- Kehren Sie in Frieden
+ Nach Spanien zurücke. Seien Sie
+ Ein Mensch auf König Philipps Thron. Sie haben
+ Auch Leiden kennen lernen. Unternehmen Sie
+ Nichts Blut'ges gegen Ihren Vater! Ja
+ Nichts Blutiges, mein Prinz! Philipp der Zweite
+ Zwang Ihren Aeltervater, von dem Thron
+ Zu steigen -- Dieser Philipp zittert heute
+ Vor seinem eignen Sohn! \textit{Daran} gedenken
+ Sie, Prinz -- und so geleite Sie der Himmel!
+
+\[Er geht schnell weg. Carlos ist im Begriff, auf einem andern Wege
+fortzueilen, kehrt aber plötzlich um und wirft sich vor dem Leichnam des
+Marquis nieder, den er noch einmal in seine Arme schließt. Dann verläßt er
+schnell das Zimmer\]
+
+\Szene {Vorzimmer des Königs}
+
+\Auftritt % 5.8
+
+\(Herzog von Alba und Herzog von Feria kommen im Gespräch\)
+
+\11 Die Stadt ist ruhig. Wie verließen Sie
+ Den König? \\
+\13 In der fürchterlichsten Laune.
+ Er hat sich eingeschlossen. Was sich auch
+ Ereignen würde, keinen Menschen will
+ Er vor sich lassen. Die Verrätherei
+ Des Marquis hat auf ein Mal seine ganze
+ Natur verändert. Wir erkennen ihn
+ Nicht mehr. \\
+\11 Ich muß zu ihm. Ich kann ihn diesmal
+ Nicht schonen. Eine wichtige Entdeckung,
+ Die eben jetzt gemacht wird -- \\
+\13 Eine neue
+ Entdeckung? \\
+\11 Ein Karthäusermönch, der in
+ Des Prinzen Zimmer heimlich sich gestohlen
+ Und mit verdächt'ger Wißbegier den Tod
+ Des Marquis Posa sich erzählen lassen,
+ Fällt meinen Wachen auf. Man hält ihn an.
+ Man untersucht. Die Angst des Todes preßt
+ Ihm ein Geständniß aus, daß er Papiere
+ Von großem Werthe bei sich trage, die
+ Ihm der Verstorbne anbefohlen in
+ Des Prinzen Hand zu übergeben -- wenn
+ Er sich vor Sonnenuntergang nicht mehr
+ Ihm zeigen würde. \\
+\13 Nun? \\
+\11 Die Briefe lauten,
+ Daß Carlos binnen Mitternacht und Morgen
+ Madrid verlassen soll. \\
+\13 Was? \\
+\11 Daß ein Schiff
+ In Cadix segelfertig liege, ihn
+ Nach Vlissingen zu bringen -- daß die Staaten
+ Der Niederlande seiner nur erwarten,
+ Die span'schen Ketten abzuwerfen. \\
+\13 Ha!
+ Was ist das? \\
+\11 Andre Briefe melden,
+ Daß eine Flotte Solimans bereits
+ Von Rhodus ausgelaufen -- den Monarchen
+ Von Spanien, laut des geschloßnen Bundes,
+ Im mittelländ'schen Meere anzugreifen.
+\13 Ist's möglich? \\
+\11 Eben diese Briefe lehren
+ Die Reisen mich verstehn, die der Maltheser
+ Durch ganz Europa jüngst gethan. Es galt
+ Nichts Kleineres, als alle nord'schen Mächte
+ Für der Flamänder Freiheit zu bewaffnen.
+\13 Das war er! \\
+\11 Diesen Briefen endlich folgt
+ Ein ausgeführter Plan des ganzen Krieges,
+ Der von der span'schen Monarchie auf immer
+ Die Niederlande trennen soll. Nichts, nichts
+ Ist übersehen, Kraft und Widerstand
+ Berechnet, alle Quellen, alle Kräfte
+ Des Landes pünktlich angegeben, alle
+ Maximen, welche zu befolgen, alle
+ Bündnisse, die zu schließen. Der Entwurf
+ Ist teuflisch, aber wahrlich -- göttlich.
+\13 Welch undurchdringlicher Verräther! \\
+\11 Noch
+ Beruft man sich in diesem Brief auf eine
+ Geheime Unterredung, die der Prinz
+ Am Abend seiner Flucht mit seiner Mutter
+ Zu Stande bringen sollte. \\
+\13 Wie? Das wäre
+ Ja heute. \\
+\11 Diese Mitternacht. Auch hab' ich
+ Für diesen Fall Befehle schon gegeben.
+ Sie sehen, daß es dringt. Kein Augenblick
+ Ist zu verlieren -- Oeffnen Sie das Zimmer
+ Der Königs. \\
+\13 Nein! Der Eintritt ist verboten.
+\11 So öffn' ich selbst -- die wachsende Gefahr
+ Rechtfertigt diese Kühnheit -- \\
+\[Wie er gegen die Thür geht, wird sie geöffnet, und der König tritt
+heraus\]
+\13 Ha, er selbst!
+
+\Auftritt % 5.9
+
+\(König zu den Vorigen\)
+
+\(Alle erschrecken über seinen Anblick, weichen zurück und lassen ihn
+ehrerbietig mitten durch. Er kommt in einem wachen Traume, wie eines
+Nachtwandlers. -- Sein Anzug und seine Gestalt zeigen noch die Unordnung,
+worein ihn die gehabte Ohnmacht versetzt hat. Mit langsamen Schritten geht
+er an den anwesenden Granden vorbei, sieht jeden starr an, ohne einen
+einzigen wahrzunehmen. Endlich bleibt er gedankenvoll stehen, die Augen
+zur Erde gesenkt, bis seine Gemüthsbewegung nach und nach\\laut
+wird\)
+\1 Gib diesen Todten mir heraus. Ich muß
+ Ihn wieder haben. \\
+\16 \[leise zum Herzog von Alba\] Reden Sie ihn an.
+\1 \[wie oben\]
+ Er dachte klein von mir und starb. Ich muß
+ Ihn wieder haben. Er maß anders von
+ Mir denken. \\
+\11 \[nähert sich mit Furcht\] Sire -- \\
+\1 Wer redet hier? \\
+ \[Er sieht lange im ganzen Kreise herum\] Hat man
+ Vergessen, wer ich bin? Warum nicht auf
+ Den Knieen vor mir, Kreatur? Noch bin
+ Ich König. Unterwerfung will ich sehen.
+ Setzt Alles mich hintan, weil Einer mich
+ Verachtet hat? \\
+\11 Nichts mehr von ihm, mein König!
+ Ein neuer Feind, bedeutender als dieser,
+ Steht auf im Herzen Ihres Reichs. -- \\
+\13 Prinz Carlos --
+\1 Er hatte einen Freund, der in den Tod
+ Gegangen ist für ihn -- für ihn! Mit mir
+ Hätt' er ein Königreich getheilt! -- Wie er
+ Auf mich herunter sah! So stolz sieht man
+ Von Thronen nicht herunter. War's nicht sichtbar,
+ Wie viel er sich mit \textit{der} Erobrung wußte?
+ Was er verlor, gestand sein Schmerz. So wird
+ Um nichts Vergängliches geweint -- Daß er noch lebte!
+ Ich gäb' ein Indien dafür. Trostlose Allmacht,
+ Die nicht einmal in Gräber ihren Arm
+ Verlängern, eine kleine Uebereilung
+ Mit Menschenleben nicht verbessern kann!
+ Die Todten stehen nicht mehr auf. Wer darf
+ Mir sagen, daß ich glücklich bin? Im Grabe
+ Wohnt Einer, der mir Achtung vorenthalten.
+ Was gehn die Lebenden mich an? Ein Geist,
+ \textit{Ein} freier Mann stand auf in diesem ganzen
+ Jahrhundert -- Einer -- Er verachtet mich
+ Und stirbt. \\
+\11 So lebten wir umsonst! -- Laßt uns
+ Zu Grabe gehen, Spanier! Auch noch
+ Im Tode raubt uns dieser Mensch das Herz
+ Des Königs! \\
+\1 \[Er setzt sich nieder, den Kopf auf den Arm gestützt\]
+ Wär' er \textit{mir} also gestorben!
+ Ich hab' ihn lieb gehabt, sehr lieb. Er war
+ Mir theuer, wie ein Sohn. In diesem Jüngling
+ Ging mir ein neuer, schönrer Morgen auf.
+ Wer weiß, was ich ihm aufbehalten! Er
+ War meine erste Liebe. Ganz Europa
+ Verfluche mich! Europa mag mir fluchen.
+ Von diesem hab' ich Dank verdient. \\
+\16 Durch welche
+ Bezauberung -- \\
+\1 Und wem bracht' er dies Opfer?
+ Dem Knaben, meinem Sohne? Nimmermehr.
+ Ich glaub' es nicht. Für einen Knaben stirbt
+ Ein Posa nicht. Der Freundschaft arme Flamme
+ Füllt eines Posa Herz nicht aus. Das schlug
+ Der ganzen Menschheit. Seine Neigung war
+ Die Welt mit allen kommenden Geschlechtern.
+ Sie zu vergnügen fand er einen Thron --
+ Und geht vorüber? Diesen Hochverrath
+ An seiner Menschheit sollte Posa sich
+ Vergeben? Nein. Ich kenn' ihn besser. Nicht
+ Den Philipp opfert er dem Carlos, nur
+ Den alten Mann dem Jüngling, seinem Schüler.
+ Der Vaters untergehnde Sonne lohnt
+ Das neue Tagwerk nicht mehr. Das verspart man
+ Dem nahen Aufgang seines Sohns -- O, es ist klar!
+ Auf meinen Hintritt wird gewartet. \\
+\11 Lesen Sie
+ In diesen Briefen die Bekräftigung.
+\1 \[steht auf\] Er könnte sich verrechnet haben. Noch,
+ Noch bin ich. Habe Dank, Natur! Ich fühle
+ In meinen Sehnen Jünglingskraft. Ich will
+ Ihn zum Gelächter machen. Seine Tugend
+ Sei eines Träumers Hirngespinst gewesen.
+ Er sei gestorben als ein Thor. Sein Sturz
+ Erdrücke seinen Freund und sein Jahrhundert!
+ Laß sehen, wie man mich entbehrt. Die Welt
+ Ist noch auf einen Abend mein. Ich will
+ Ihn nützen, diesen Abend, daß nach mir
+ Kein Pflanzer mehr in zehen Menschenaltern
+ Auf dieser Brandstatt ernten soll. Er brachte
+ Der Menschheit, seinem Götzen, mich zum Opfer;
+ Die Menschheit büße mir für ihn -- Und jetzt --
+ Mit seiner Puppe fang' ich an.\\
+ \[Zum Herzog von Alba\] Was war's
+ Mit dem Infanten? Wiederholt es mir. Was lehren
+ Mich diese Briefe? \\
+\11 Diese Briefe, Sire,
+ Enthalten die Verlassenschaft des Marquis
+ Von Posa an Prinz Carl. \\
+\1 \[durchläuft die Papiere, wobei er von allen Umstehenden scharf
+beobachtet wird. Nachdem er eine Zeit lang gelesen, legt er sie weg und
+geht stillschweigend durch das Zimmer\] Man rufe mir
+ Den Inquisitor Cardinal. Ich lass'
+ Ihn bitten, eine Stunde mir zu schenken.
+\[Einer von den Granden geht hinaus. Der König nimmt die Papiere wieder,
+liest fort und legt sie abermals weg\]
+In dieser Nacht also? \\
+\15 Schlag zwei Uhr soll
+ Die Post vor dem Karthäuserkloster halten.
+\11 Und Leute, die ich ausgesendet, sahen
+ Verschiednes Reis'geräthe, an dem Wappen
+ Der Krone kenntlich, nach dem Kloster tragen.
+\13 Auch sollen große Summen auf den Namen
+ Der Königin bei maurischen Agenten
+ Betrieben worden sein, in Brüssel zu
+ Erheben. \\
+\1 Wo verließ man den Infanten?
+\11 Beim Leichnam des Malthesers. \\
+\1 Ist noch Licht im Zimmer?
+ Der Königin? \\
+\11 Dort ist Alles still. Auch hat
+ Sie ihre Kammerfrauen zeitiger,
+ Als sonsten zu geschehen pflegt, entlassen.
+ Die Herzogin von Arcos, die zuletzt
+ Aus ihrem Zimmer ging, verließ sie schon
+ In tiefem Schlaf. \\
+\[Ein Officier von der Leibwache tritt herein, zieht den Herzog von
+Feria auf die Seite und spricht leise mit ihm. Dieser wendet sich betreten
+zum Herzog von Alba, Andre drängen sich hinzu, und es entsteht ein
+Gemurmel\]
+\personae{Feria, Taxis, Domingo} \[gleichzeitig\] Sonderbar!
+\1 Was gibt es? \\
+\13 Eine Nachricht, Sire, die kaum
+ Zu glauben ist -- \\
+\16 Zwei Schweizer, die so eben
+ Von ihrem Posten kommen, melden -- es
+ Ist lächerlich, es nachzusagen. \\
+\1 Nun?
+\11 Daß in dem linken Flügel des Palasts
+ Der Geist des Kaisers sich erblicken lassen
+ Und mit beherztem, feierlichem Schritt an ihnen
+ Vorbei gegangen. Eben diese Nachricht
+ Bekräft'gen alle Wachen, die durch diesen
+ Pavillon verbreitet stehn, und setzen
+ Hinzu, daß die Erscheinung in den Zimmern
+ Der Königin verschwunden. \\
+\1 Und in welcher
+ Gestalt erschien er? \\
+\persona{Officier} In dem nämlichen
+ Gewand, das er zum letzten Mal in Justi
+ Als Hieronymitermönch getragen.
+\1 Als Mönch? Und also haben ihn die Wachen
+ Im Leben noch gekannt? Denn woher wußten
+ Sie sonst, daß es der Kaiser war? \\
+\persona{Officier} Daß es
+ Der Kaiser müsse sein, bewies das Scepter,
+ Das er in Händen trug. \\
+\16 Auch will man ihn
+ Schon öfters, wie die Sage geht, in dieser
+ Gestalt gesehen haben. \\
+\1 Angeredet hat
+ Ihn Niemand? \\
+\persona{Officier} Niemand unterstand sich.
+ Die Wachen sprachen ihr Gebet und ließen
+ Ihn ehrerbietig mitten durch. \\
+\1 Und in den Zimmern
+ Der Königin verlor sich die Erscheinung?
+\persona{Officier} Im Vorgemach der Königin. \\
+\[Allgemeines Stillschweigen\]
+\1 \[wendet sich schnell um\] Was sagt ihr?
+\11 Sire, wir sind stumm. \\
+\1 \[nach einigem Besinnen zu dem Officier\]
+ Laßt meine Garden unter
+ Die Waffen treten und jedweden Zugang
+ Zu diesem Flügel sperren. Ich bin lüstern,
+ Ein Wort mit diesem Geist zu reden. \\
+\[Der Officier geht ab. Gleich darauf ein Page\]
+\19 Sire!
+ Der Inquisitor Cardinal. \\
+\1 \[zu den Anwesenden\] Verlaßt uns. \\
+
+\[Der Cardinal Großinquisitor, ein Greis von neunzig Jahren und blind, auf
+einen Stab gestützt und von zwei Dominicanern geführt. Wie er durch ihre
+Reihen geht, werfen sich alle Granden vor ihm nieder und berühren den Saum
+seines Kleides. Er ertheilt ihnen den Segen. Alle entfernen sich\]
+
+\Auftritt % 5.10
+
+\(Der König und der Großinquisitor\)
+
+\[Ein langes Stillschweigen\]
+
+\17 Steh'
+ Ich vor dem König? \\
+\1 Ja. \\
+\17 Ich war mir's nicht mehr
+ Vermuthend. \\
+\1 Ich erneure einen Auftritt
+ Vergangner Jahre. Philipp, der Infant,
+ Holt Rath bei seinem Lehrer. \\
+\17 Rath bedurfte
+ Mein Zögling Carl, Ihr großer Vater, niemals.
+\1 Um so viel glücklicher war er. Ich habe
+ Gemordet, Cardinal, und keine Ruhe --
+\17 Weßwegen haben Sie gemordet? \\
+\1 Ein
+ Betrug, der ohne Beispiel ist -- \\
+\17 Ich weiß ihn.
+\1 Was wisset Ihr? Durch wen? Seit wann? \\
+\17 Seit Jahren,
+ Was \textit{Sie} seit Sonnenuntergang. \\
+\1 \[mit Befremdung\] Ihr habt
+ Von diesem Menschen schon gewußt? \\
+\17 Sein Leben
+ Liegt angefangen und beschlossen in
+ Der Santa Casa heiligen Registern.
+\1 Und er ging frei herum? \\
+\17 Das Seil, an dem
+ Er flatterte, war lang, doch unzerreißbar.
+\1 Er war schon außer meines Reiches Grenzen.
+\17 Wo er sein mochte, war ich auch. \\
+\1 \[geht unwillig auf und nieder\] Man wußte,
+ In wessen Hand ich war -- Warum versäumte man,
+ Mich zu erinnern? \\
+\17 Diese Frage geb' ich
+ Zurücke -- Warum fragten \textit{Sie} nicht an,
+ Da Sie in dieses Menschen Arm sich warfen?
+ Sie kannten ihn! \textit{Ein} Blick entlarvte Ihnen
+ Den Ketzer. -- Was vermochte Sie, dies Opfer
+ Dem heil'gen Amt zu unterschlagen? Spielt
+ Man \textit{so} mit uns? Wenn sich die Majestät
+ Zur Hehlerin erniedrigt -- hinter unserm Rücken
+ Mit unsern schlimmsten Feinden sich versteht,
+ Was wird mit uns? Darf \textit{Einer} Gnade finden,
+ Mit welchem Rechte wurden Hunderttausend
+ Geopfert? \\
+\1 Er ist auch geopfert. \\
+\17 Nein,
+ Er ist ermordet -- ruhmlos! freventlich! -- Das Blut,
+ Das unsrer Ehre glorreich fließen sollte,
+ Hat eines Meuchelmörders Hand verspritzt.
+ Der Mensch war unser -- Was befugte \textit{Sie},
+ Des Ordens heil'ge Güter anzutasten?
+ Durch uns zu sterben, war er da. Ihn schenkte
+ Der Nothdurft dieses Zeitenlaufes Gott,
+ In seines Geistes feierlicher Schändung
+ Die prahlende Vernunft zur Schau zu führen.
+ Das war mein überlegter Plan. Nun liegt
+ Sie hingestreckt, die Arbeit vieler Jahre!
+ Wir sind bestohlen, und Sie haben nichts
+ Als blut'ge Hände. \\
+\1 Leidenschaft riß mich
+ Dahin. Vergib mir. \\
+\17 Leidenschaft? -- Antwortet
+ Mir Philipp, der Infant? Bin ich allein
+ Zum alten Mann geworden? -- Leidenschaft!
+ \[Mit unwilligem Kopfschütteln\]
+ Gibt die Gewissen frei in deinen Reichen,
+ Wenn du in deinen Ketten gehst. \\
+\1 Ich bin
+ In diesen Dingen noch ein Neuling. Habe
+ Geduld mit mir. \\
+\17 Nein! Ich bin nicht mit Ihnen
+ Zufrieden. -- Ihren ganzen vorigen
+ Regentenlauf zu lästern! Wo war damals
+ Der Philipp, dessen feste Seele, wie
+ Der Angelstern am Himmel, unverändert
+ Und ewig um sich selber treibt? War eine ganze
+ Vergangenheit versunken hinter Ihnen?
+ War in dem Augenblick die Welt nicht mehr
+ Die nämliche, da Sie die Hand ihm boten?
+ Gift nicht mehr Gift? War zwischen Gut und Uebel
+ Und Wahr und Falsch die Scheidewand gefallen?
+ Was ist ein Vorsatz, was Beständigkeit,
+ Was Männertreue, wenn in einer lauen
+ Minute eine sechzigjähr'ge Regel
+ Wie eines Weibes Laune schmilzt?
+\1 Ich sah in seine Augen -- Halte mir
+ Den Rückfall in die Sterblichkeit zu gut.
+ Die Welt hat einen Zugang weniger
+ Zu deinem Herzen. Deine Augen sind erloschen.
+\17 Was sollte Ihnen dieser Mensch? Was konnte
+ Er Neues Ihnen vorzuzeigen haben,
+ Worauf Sie nicht bereitet waren? Kennen
+ Sie Schwärmersinn und Neuerung so wenig?
+ Der Weltverbeßrer prahlerische Sprache
+ Klang Ihrem Ohr so ungewohnt? Wenn das
+ Gebäude Ihrer Ueberzeugung schon
+ Von Worten fällt -- mit welcher Stirne, muß
+ Ich fragen, schrieben Sie das Bluturtheil
+ Der hunderttausend schwachen Seelen, die
+ Den Holzstoß für nichts Schlimmeres bestiegen?
+\1Mich lüsterte nach einem Menschen. Diese
+ Domingo -- \\
+\17 Wozu Menschen? Menschen sind
+ Für Sie nur Zahlen, weiter nichts. Muß ich
+ Die Elemente der Monarchenkunst
+ Mit meinem grauen Schüler überhören?
+ Der Erde Gott verlerne zu bedürfen,
+ Was ihm verweigert werden kann. Wenn \textit{Sie}
+ Um Mitgefühle wimmern, haben Sie
+ Der Welt nicht Ihresgleichen zugestanden?
+ Und welche Rechte, möcht' ich wissen, haben
+ Sie aufzuweisen über Ihresgleichen?
+\1 \[wirft sich in den Sessel\]
+ Ich bin ein kleiner Mensch, ich fühl's -- Du forderst
+ Von dem Geschöpf, was nur der Schöpfer leistet.
+\17 Nein, Sire, mich hintergeht man nicht. Sie sind
+ Durchschaut -- uns wollten Sie entfliehen.
+ Des Ordens schwere Ketten drückten Sie;
+ Sie wollten frei und einzig sein.
+ \[Er hält inne. Der König schweigt\]
+ Wir sind gerochen -- Danken Sie der Kirche,
+ Die sich begnügt, als Mutter Sie zu strafen.
+ Die Wahl, die man Sie blindlings treffen lassen,
+ War Ihre Züchtigung. Sie sind belehrt.
+ Jetzt kehren Sie zu uns zurück -- Stünd' ich
+ Nicht jetzt vor Ihnen -- beim lebend'gen Gott! --
+ Sie wären morgen so vor mir gestanden.
+\1 Nicht diese Sprache! Mäßige dich, Priester!
+ Ich duld' es nicht. Ich kann in diesem Ton
+ Nicht mit mir sprechen hören. \\
+\17 Warum rufen Sie
+ Den Schatten Samuels herauf? Ich gab
+ Zwei Könige dem span'schen Thron und hoffte,
+ Ein fest gegründet Werk zu hinterlassen.
+ Verloren seh' ich meines Lebens Frucht,
+ Don Philipp selbst erschüttert mein Gebäude.
+ Und jetzo, Sire -- Wozu bin ich gerufen?
+ Was soll ich hier? -- Ich bin nicht Willens, diesen
+ Besuch zu wiederholen. \\
+\1 Eine Arbeit noch,
+ Die letzte -- dann magst du in Frieden scheiden.
+ Vorbei sei das Vergangne, Friede sei
+ Geschlossen zwischen uns -- Wir sind versöhnt?
+\17 Wenn Philipp sich in Demuth beugt. \\
+\1 \[nach einer Pause\] Mein Sohn
+ Sinnt auf Empörung. \\
+\17 Was beschließen Sie?
+\1 Nichts -- oder Alles. \\
+\17 Und was heißt hier Alles?
+\1 Ich lass' ihn fliehen, wenn ich ihn
+ Nicht sterben lassen kann. \\
+\17 Nun, Sire?
+\1 Kannst du mir einen neuen Glauben gründen,
+ Der eines Kindes blut'gen Mord vertheidigt?
+\17 Die ewige Gerechtigkeit zu sühnen,
+ Starb an dem Holze Gottes Sohn. \\
+\1 Du willst
+ Durch ganz Europa diese Meinung pflanzen?
+\17 So weit, als man das Kreuz verehrt. \\
+\1 Ich frevle
+ An der Natur -- auch diese mächt'ge Stimme
+ Willst du zum Schweigen bringen? \\
+\17 Vor dem Glauben
+ Gilt keine Stimme der Natur. \\
+\1 Ich lege
+ Mein Richteramt in deine Hände. -- Kann
+ Ich ganz zurücke treten? \\
+\17 Geben Sie
+ Ihn mir. \\
+\1 Es ist mein einz'ger Sohn -- Wem hab' ich
+ Gesammelt? \\
+\17 Der Verwesung lieber, als
+ Der Freiheit. \\
+\1 \[steht auf\] Wir sind einig. Kommt. \\
+\17 Wohin?
+\1 Aus meiner Hand das Opfer zu empfangen.
+
+\[Er führt ihn hinweg\]
+
+\Szene {Zimmer der Königin}
+
+\Auftritt [Letzter]
+
+\(Carlos. Die Königin. Zuletzt der König mit Gefolge\)
+
+\3 \[in einem Mönchsgewand, eine Maske vor dem Gesichte, die er eben jetzt
+ abnimmt, unter dem Arm ein bloßes Schwert. Es ist ganz finster. Er nähert
+ sich einer Thüre, welche geöffnet wird. Die Königin tritt heraus im
+ Nachtkleide, mit einem brennenden Licht. Carlos läßt sich vor ihr auf
+ ein Knie nieder\] Elisabeth! \\
+\2 \[mit stiller Wehmuth auf seinem Anblick verweilend\]
+ So sehen wir uns wieder?
+\3 So sehen wir uns wieder! \\
+\[Stillschweigen\]
+\2 \[sucht sich zu fassen\] Stehn Sie auf. Wir wollen
+ Einander nicht erweichen, Carl. Nicht durch
+ Ohnmächt'ge Thränen will der große Todte
+ Gefeiert werden. Thränen mögen fließen
+ Für kleinre Leiden! -- Er hat sich geopfert
+ Für *Sie!* Mit seinem theuern Leben
+ Hat er das Ihrige erkauft -- Und diese Blut
+ Wär' einem Hirngespinst geflossen? -- Carlos!
+ Ich selber habe gut gesagt für Sie.
+ Auf meine Bürgschaft schied er freudiger
+ Von hinnen. Werden Sie zur Lügnerin
+ Mich machen? \\
+\3 \[mit Begeisterung\] Einen Leichenstein will ich
+ Ihm setzen, wie noch keinem Könige
+ Geworden -- Ueber seiner Asche blühe
+ Ein Paradies! \\
+\2 So hab' ich Sie gewollt!
+ Das war die große Meinung seines Todes!
+ Mich wählte er zu seines letzten Willens
+ Vollstreckerin. Ich mahne Sie. Ich werde
+ Auf die Erfüllung dieses Eides halten.
+ -- Und noch ein anderes Vermächtnis legte
+ Der Sterbende in meine Hand -- Ich gab ihm
+ Mein Wort -- und -- warum soll ich es verschweigen?
+ Er übergab mir seinen Carl -- Ich trotze
+ Dem Schein -- ich will vor Menschen nicht mehr zittern,
+ Will einmal kühn sein, wie ein Freund. Mein Herz
+ Soll reden. Tugend nannt' er unsre Liebe?
+ Ich glaub' es ihm und will mein Herz nicht mehr --
+\3 Vollenden Sie nicht, Königin -- Ich habe
+ In einem langen, schweren Traum gelegen.
+ Ich liebte -- Jetzt bin ich erwacht. Vergessen
+ Sei das Vergangne! Hier sind Ihre Briefe
+ Zurück. Vernichten Sie die meinen. Fürchten
+ Sie keine Wallung mehr von mir. Es ist
+ Vorbei. Ein reiner Feuer hat mein Wesen
+ Geläutert. Meine Leidenschaft wohnt in den Gräbern
+ Der Todten. Keine sterbliche Begierde
+ Theilt diesen Busen mehr.\\
+ \[Nach einem Stillschweigen ihre Hand fassend\]
+ Ich kam, um Abschied
+ Zu nehmen -- Mutter, endlich seh' ich ein,
+ Es gibt ein höher, wünschenswerther Gut,
+ Als dich besitzen -- Eine kurze Nacht
+ Hat meiner Jahre trägen Lauf beflügelt,
+ Frühzeitig mich zum Mann gereift. Ich habe
+ Für dieses Leben keine Arbeit mehr,
+ Als die Erinnerung an ihn! Vorbei
+ Sind alle meine Ernten --\\
+ \[Er nähert sich der Königin, welche das Gesicht verhüllt\]
+ Sagen Sie
+ Mir gar nichts, Mutter? \\
+\2 Kehren Sie sich nicht
+ An meine Thränen, Carl -- Ich kann nicht anders --
+ Doch, glauben Sie mir, ich bewundre Sie.
+\3 Sie waren unsers Bundes einzige
+ Vertraute -- unter \textit{diesem} Namen werden
+ Wie auf der ganzen Welt das Theuerste
+ Mit bleiben. Meine Freundschaft kann ich Ihnen
+ So wenig, als noch gestern meine Liebe
+ Verschenken an ein andres Weib -- Doch heilig
+ Sei mir die königliche Wittwe, führt
+ Die Vorsicht mich auf diesen Thron. \\
+\[Der König, begleitet vom Großinquisitor und seinen Granden, erscheint im
+ Hintergrunde, ohne bemerkt zu werden\] Jetzt geh' ich
+ Aus Spanien und sehe meinen Vater
+ Nicht wieder -- nie in diesem Leben wieder.
+ Ich schätz' ihn nicht mehr. Ausgestorben ist
+ In meinem Busen die Natur -- Sei'n Sie
+ Ihm wieder Gattin. Er hat einen Sohn
+ Verloren. Treten Sie in Ihre Pflichten
+ Zurück -- Ich eile, mein bedrängtes Volk
+ Zu retten von Tyrannenhand. Madrid
+ Sieht nur als König oder nie mich wieder.
+ Und jetzt zum letzten Lebewohl!\\
+ \[Er küßt sie\]
+\2 O Carl!
+ Was machen Sie aus mir? -- Ich darf mich nicht
+ Empor zu dieser Männergröße wagen;
+ Doch fassen und bewundern kann ich Sie.
+\3 Bin ich nicht stark, Elisabeth? Ich halte
+ In meinen Armen Sie und wanke nicht.
+ Von dieser Stelle hätten mich noch gestern
+ Des nahen Todes Schrecken nicht gerissen.
+ \[Er verläßt sie\]
+ Das ist vorbei. Jetzt trotz' ich jedem Schicksal
+ Der Sterblichkeit. Ich hielt Sie in den Armen
+ Und wankte nicht. -- Still! Hörten Sie nicht etwas?
+ \[Eine Uhr schlägt\]
+\2 Nichts hör' ich, als die fürchterliche Glocke,
+ Die uns zur Trennung läutet. \\
+\3 Gute Nacht, denn, Mutter.
+ Aus Gent empfangen Sie den ersten Brief
+ Von mir, der das Geheimniß unsers Umgangs
+ Laut machen soll. Ich gehe, mit Don Philipp
+ Jetzt einen öffentlichen Gang zu thun.
+ Von nun an, will ich, sei nichts Heimliches
+ Mehr unter uns. \textit{Sie} brauchen nicht das Auge
+ Der Welt zu scheuen -- Dies hier sei mein letzter
+ Betrug. \\
+ \[Er will nach der Maske greifen. Der König steht zwischen ihnen\]
+\1 Es ist dein letzter! \\
+\[Die Königin fällt ohnmächtig nieder\]
+\3 \[eilt auf sie zu und empfängt sie mit den Armen\]
+ Ist sie todt?
+ O Himmel und Erde! \\
+\1 \[kalt und still zum Großinquisitor\] Cardinal, ich habe
+ Das Meinige gethan. Thun Sie das Ihre. \[Er geht ab\]
+
+\endVersus
+\endDrama
+\end{document}
+
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+\ExampleTitle {OSCAR WILDE}{The Importance of\\[.5ex] Being Earnest}
+ {Plays\\[1ex]Penguin Books, 1954}
+
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+\titulus {to\\ robert baldwin ross\\ in appreciation\\ and\\ affection\\*}
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+
+\titulus {\textit{The Persons of the Play}\\[4ex]
+john worthing, j.p.\\
+algernon montcrieff \\
+rev. canon chasuble, d.d.\\
+merriman, \textit{Butler}\\
+lane, \textit{Manservant}\\
+lady bracknell\\
+hon. gwendolen fairfax\\
+cecily cardew\\
+miss prism, \textit{Governess}
+}
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+\newpage
+\thispagestyle{empty}
+
+\Drama
+
+\persona*[1]{jack}
+\persona*[2]{algernon}
+\persona*[3]{lady bracknell}
+\persona*[4]{gwendolen}
+\persona*[5]{cecily}
+\persona*[6]{miss prism}
+\persona*[7]{chasuble\\canon chasuble}
+\persona*[8]{lane}
+
+\pagestyle {MainMatterPage}
+
+\Act \Scene
+
+
+\(Morning-room in Algernon's flat in Half-Moon Street.
+ The room is luxuriously and artistically furnished. The sound
+ of a piano is heard in the adjoining room.\)
+
+\[\8 is arranging afternoon tea on the table, and after the music
+ has ceased, \2 enters\]
+
+\2 Did you hear what I was playing, Lane?
+\8 I didn't think it polite to listen, sir.
+\2 I'm sorry for that, for your sake. I don't play
+accurately \textemdash any one can play accurately \textemdash but I play with
+wonderful expression.
+As far as the piano is concerned, sentiment
+is my forte. I keep science for Life.
+\8 Yes, sir.
+\2 And, speaking of the science of Life, have you got the
+cucumber sandwiches cut for Lady Bracknell?
+\8 Yes, sir. \[Hands them on a salver\]
+\2 \[Inspects them, takes two, and sits down on the sofa\]
+Oh! \ldots{} by the way, Lane, I see from your book that on Thursday
+night, when Lord Shoreman and Mr. Worthing were dining with me,
+eight bottles of champagne are entered as having been consumed.
+\8 Yes, sir; eight bottles and a pint.
+
+\2 Why is it that at a bachelor's establishment the
+servants invariably drink the champagne? I ask merely for
+information.
+
+\8 I attribute it to the superior quality of the wine, sir. I
+have often observed that in married households the champagne is
+rarely of a first-rate brand.
+\2 Good heavens! Is marriage so demoralising as that?
+
+\8 I believe it \textit{is} a very pleasant state, sir. I have had very
+little experience of it myself up to the present. I have only been
+married once. That was in consequence of a misunderstanding
+between myself and a young person.
+
+\2 \[languidly\] I don't know that I am much interested in
+your family life, Lane.
+
+\8 No, sir; it is not a very interesting subject. I never
+think of it myself.
+
+\2 Very natural, I am sure. That will do, Lane, thank you.
+
+\8 Thank you, sir.
+
+\[c]\8 goes out\]
+
+\2 Lanes views on marriage seem somewhat lax. Really, if
+the lower orders don't set us a good example, what on earth is the
+use of them? They seem, as a class, to have absolutely no sense of
+moral responsibility.
+
+\[c]Enter \8\]
+
+\8 Mr. Ernest Worthing.
+
+\[c]Enter \1. \8 goes out\]
+
+\2 How are you, my dear Ernest? What brings you up to
+town?
+
+\1 Oh, pleasure, pleasure! What else should bring one
+anywhere? Eating as usual, I see, Algy!
+
+\2 \[stiffly\] I believe it is customary in good society to
+take some slight refreshment at five o'clock. Where have you been
+since last Thursday?
+
+\1 \[sitting down on the sofa\] In the country.
+
+\2 What on earth do you do there?
+
+\1 \[pulling off his gloves\] When one is in town one amuses oneself.
+When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively
+boring.
+
+\2 And who are the people you amuse?
+
+\1 \[airily\] Oh, neighbours, neighbours.
+
+\2 Got nice neighbours in your part of Shropshire?
+
+\1 Perfectly horrid! Never speak to one of them.
+
+\2 How immensely you must amuse them \[Goes over and takes
+sandwich\] By the way, Shropshire is your county, is it
+not?
+
+\1 Eh? Shropshire? Yes, of course. Hallo! Why all these
+cups? Why cucumber sandwiches? Why such reckless extravagance in
+one so young? Who is coming to tea?
+
+\2 Oh! merely Aunt Augusta and Gwendolen.
+
+\1 How perfectly delightful!
+
+\2 Yes, that is all very well; but I am afraid Aunt Augusta
+won't quite approve of your being here.
+
+\1 May I ask why?
+
+\2 My dear fellow, the way you flirt with Gwendolen is
+perfectly disgraceful. It is almost as bad as the way Gwendolen
+flirts with you.
+
+\1 I am in love with Gwendolen. I have come up to town
+expressly to propose to her.
+
+\2 I thought you had come up for pleasure? \ldots{} I call
+that business.
+
+\1 How utterly unromantic you are!
+
+\2 I really don't see anything romantic in proposing. It
+is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic
+about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually
+is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence
+of romance is uncertainty. If ever I get married, I'll certainly
+try to forget the fact.
+
+\1 I have no doubt about that, dear Algy. The Divorce Court
+was specially invented for people whose memories are so curiously
+constituted.
+
+\2 Oh! there is no use speculating on that subject.
+Divorces are made in Heaven \textendash\,\textendash \[\1 puts out his hand to take a
+sandwich. \2 at once interferes\] Please don't touch the
+cucumber sandwiches. They are ordered specially for Aunt Augusta.
+\[Takes one and eats it\]
+
+\1 Well, you have been eating them all the time.
+
+\2 That is quite a different matter. She is my aunt.
+\[Takes plate from below\] Have some bread and butter. The bread
+and butter is for Gwendolen. Gwendolen is devoted to bread and
+butter.
+
+\1 \[advancing to table and helping himself\] And very good
+bread and butter it is too.
+
+\2 Well, my dear fellow, you need not eat as if you were
+going to eat it all. You behave as if you were married to her
+already. You are not married to her already, and I don't think you
+ever will be.
+
+\1 Why on earth do you say that?
+
+\2 Well, in the first place girls never marry the men they
+flirt with. Girls don't think it right.
+
+\1 Oh, that is nonsense!
+
+\2 It isn't. It is a great truth. It accounts for the
+extraordinary number of bachelors that one sees all over the place.
+In the second place, I don't give my consent.
+
+\1 Your consent!
+
+\2 My dear fellow, Gwendolen is my first cousin. And
+before I allow you to marry her, you will have to clear up the
+whole question of Cecily. \[r]Rings bell\]
+
+\1 Cecily! What on earth do you mean? What do you mean, Algy,
+by Cecily! I don't know any one of the name of Cecily.
+
+\[c]Enter \8\]
+
+\2 Bring me that cigarette case Mr. Worthing left in the
+smoking-room the last time he dined here.
+
+\8 Yes, sir.
+
+\[c]\8 goes out\]
+
+\1 Do you mean to say you have had my cigarette case all this
+time? I wish to goodness you had let me know. I have been writing
+frantic letters to Scotland Yard about it. I was very nearly
+offering a large reward.
+
+\2 Well, I wish you would offer one. I happen to be more
+than usually hard up.
+
+\1 There is no good offering a large reward now that the thing
+is found.
+
+\[c]Enter \8 with the cigarette case on a salver. \\\2 takes it
+at once. \8 goes out\]
+
+\2 I think that is rather mean of you, Ernest, I must say.
+\[Opens case and examines it\] However, it makes no matter, for,
+now that I look at the inscription inside, I find that the thing
+isn't yours after all.
+
+\1 Of course it's mine. \[Moving to him\] You have seen me
+with it a hundred times, and you have no right whatsoever to read
+what is written inside. It is a very ungentlemanly thing to read a
+private cigarette case.
+
+\2 Oh! it is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what
+one should read and what one shouldn't. More than half of modern
+culture depends on what one shouldn't read.
+
+\1 I am quite aware of the fact, and I don't propose to discuss
+modern culture. It isn't the sort of thing one should talk of in
+private. I simply want my cigarette case back.
+
+\2 Yes; but this isn't your cigarette case. This cigarette
+case is a present from some one of the name of Cecily, and you said
+you didn't know any one of that name.
+
+\1 Well, if you want to know, Cecily happens to be my aunt.
+
+\2 Your aunt!
+
+\1 Yes. Charming old lady she is, too. Lives at Tunbridge
+Wells. Just give it back to me, Algy.
+
+\2 \[retreating to back of sofa\] But why does she call
+herself little Cecily if she is your aunt and lives at Tunbridge
+Wells? \[Reading\] `From little Cecily with her fondest love.'
+
+\1 \[moving to sofa and kneeling upon it\] My dear fellow, what
+on earth is there in that? Some aunts are tall, some aunts are not
+tall. That is a matter that surely an aunt may be allowed to
+decide for herself. You seem to think that every aunt should be
+exactly like your aunt! That is absurd! For Heaven's sake give me
+back my cigarette case. \[Follows \2 round the room\]
+
+\2 Yes. But why does your aunt call you her uncle? `From
+little Cecily, with her fondest love to her dear Uncle Jack.'
+There is no objection, I admit, to an aunt being a small aunt, but
+why an aunt, no matter what her size may be, should call her own
+nephew her uncle, I can't quite make out. Besides, your name isn't
+Jack at all; it is Ernest.
+
+\1 It isn't Ernest; it's Jack.
+
+\2 You have always told me it was Ernest. I have
+introduced you to every one as Ernest. You answer to the name of
+Ernest. You look as if your name was Ernest. You are the most
+earnest-looking person I ever saw in my life. It is perfectly
+absurd your saying that your name isn't Ernest. It's on your
+cards. Here is one of them. \[Taking it from case\] 'Mr. Ernest
+Worthing, B. 4, The Albany.' I'll keep this as a proof that your
+name is Ernest if ever you attempt to deny it to me, or to
+Gwendolen, or to any one else. \[Puts the card in his pocket\]
+
+\1 Well, my name is Ernest in town and Jack in the country, and
+the cigarette case was given to me in the country.
+
+\2 Yes, but that does not account for the fact that your
+small Aunt Cecily, who lives at Tunbridge Wells, calls you her dear
+uncle. Come, old boy, you had much better have the thing out at
+once.
+
+\1 My dear Algy, you talk exactly as if you were a dentist. It
+is very vulgar to talk like a dentist when one isn't a dentist. It
+produces a false impression,
+
+\2 Well, that is exactly what dentists always do. Now, go
+on! Tell me the whole thing. I may mention that I have always
+suspected you of being a confirmed and secret Bunburyist; and I am
+quite sure of it now.
+
+\1 Bunburyist? What on earth do you mean by a Bunburyist?
+
+\2 I'll reveal to you the meaning of that incomparable
+expression as soon as you are kind enough to inform me why you are
+Ernest in town and Jack in the country.
+
+\1 Well, produce my cigarette case first.
+
+\2 Here it is. \[Hands cigarette case\] Now produce your
+explanation, and pray make it improbable. \[Sits on sofa\]
+
+\1 My dear fellow, there is nothing improbable about my
+explanation at all. In fact it's perfectly ordinary. Old Mr.
+Thomas Cardew, who adopted me when I was a little boy, made me in
+his will guardian to his grand-daughter, Miss Cecily Cardew.
+Cecily, who addresses me as her uncle from motives of respect that
+you could not possibly appreciate, lives at my place in the country
+under the charge of her admirable governess, Miss Prism.
+
+\2 Where in that place in the country, by the way?
+
+\1 That is nothing to you, dear boy. You are not going to be
+invited \ldots{} I may tell you candidly that the place is not in
+Shropshire.
+
+\2 I suspected that, my dear fellow! I have Bunburyed all
+over Shropshire on two separate occasions. Now, go on. Why are
+you Ernest in town and Jack in the country?
+
+\1 My dear Algy, I don't know whether you will be able to
+understand my real motives. You are hardly serious enough. When
+one is placed in the position of guardian, one has to adopt a very
+high moral tone on all subjects. It's one's duty to do so. And as
+a high moral tone can hardly be said to conduce very much to either
+one's health or one's happiness, in order to get up to town I have
+always pretended to have a younger brother of the name of Ernest,
+who lives in the Albany, and gets into the most dreadful scrapes.
+That, my dear Algy, is the whole truth pure and simple.
+
+\2 The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Modern life
+would be very tedious if it were either, and modern literature a
+complete impossibility!
+
+\1 That wouldn't be at all a bad thing.
+
+\2 Literary criticism is not your forte, my dear fellow.
+Don't try it. You should leave that to people who haven't been at
+a University. They do it so well in the daily papers. What you
+really are is a Bunburyist. I was quite right in saying you were a
+Bunburyist. You are one of the most advanced Bunburyists I know.
+
+\1 What on earth do you mean?
+
+\2 You have invented a very useful younger brother called
+Ernest, in order that you may be able to come up to town as often
+as you like. I have invented an invaluable permanent invalid
+called Bunbury, in order that I may be able to go down into the
+country whenever I choose. Bunbury is perfectly invaluable. If it
+wasn't for Bunbury's extraordinary bad health, for instance, I
+wouldn't be able to dine with you at Willis's to-night, for I have
+been really engaged to Aunt Augusta for more than a week.
+
+\1 I haven't asked you to dine with me anywhere to-night.
+
+\2 I know. You are absurdly careless about sending out
+invitations. It is very foolish of you. Nothing annoys people so
+much as not receiving invitations.
+
+\1 You had much better dine with your Aunt Augusta.
+
+\2 I haven't the smallest intention of doing anything of
+the kind. To begin with, I dined there on Monday, and once a week
+is quite enough to dine with one's own relations. In the second
+place, whenever I do dine there I am always treated as a member of
+the family, and sent down with either no woman at all, or two. In
+the third place, I know perfectly well whom she will place me next
+to, to-night. She will place me next Mary Farquhar, who always
+flirts with her own husband across the dinner-table. That is not
+very pleasant. Indeed, it is not even decent \ldots{} and that sort
+of thing is enormously on the increase. The amount of women in
+London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous.
+It looks so bad. It in simply washing one's clean linen in public.
+Besides, now that I know you to be a confirmed Bunburyist I
+naturally want to talk to you about Bunburying. I want to tell you
+the rules.
+
+\1 I'm not a Bunburyist at all. If Gwendolen accepts me, I am
+going to kill my brother, indeed I think I'll kill him in any case.
+Cecily is a little too much interested in him. It is rather a
+bore. So I am going to get rid of Ernest. And I strongly advise
+you to do the same with Mr \ldots{} with your invalid friend who has
+the absurd name.
+
+\2 Nothing will induce me to part with Bunbury, and if you
+ever get married, which seems to me extremely problematic, you will
+be very glad to know Bunbury. A man who marries without knowing
+Bunbury has a very tedious time of it.
+
+\1 That is nonsense. If I marry a charming girl like
+Gwendolen, and she is the only girl I ever saw in my life that I
+would marry, I certainly won't want to know Bunbury.
+
+\2 Then your wife will. You don't seem to realise, that in
+married life three is company and two is none.
+
+\1 \[sententiously\] That, my dear young friend, is the theory
+that the corrupt French Drama has been propounding for the last
+fifty years.
+
+\2 Yes; and that the happy English home has proved in half
+the time.
+
+\1 For heaven's sake, don't try to be cynical. It's perfectly
+easy to be cynical.
+
+\2 My dear fellow, it isn't easy to be anything nowadays.
+There's such a lot of beastly competition about. \[The sound of an
+electric bell is heard\] Ah! that must be Aunt Augusta. Only
+relatives, or creditors, ever ring in that Wagnerian manner. Now,
+if I get her out of the way for ten minutes, so that you can have
+an opportunity for proposing to Gwendolen, may I dine with you
+to-night at Willis's?
+
+\1 I suppose so, if you want to.
+
+\2 Yes, but you must be serious about it. I hate people
+who are not serious about meals. It is so shallow of them.
+
+\[c]Enter \8\]
+
+\8 Lady Bracknell and Miss Fairfax.
+\newpage
+\[\2 goes forward to meet them. Enter \3 and
+\4\]
+
+\3 Good afternoon, dear Algernon, I hope you are
+behaving very well.
+
+\2 I'm feeling very well, Aunt Augusta.
+
+\3 That's not quite the same thing. In fact the two
+things rarely go together. \[Sees \1 and bows to him with icy
+coldness\]
+
+\2 \[to \4\] Dear me, you are smart!
+
+\4 I am always smart! Am I not, Mr. Worthing?
+
+\1 You're quite perfect, Miss Fairfax.
+
+\4 Oh! I hope I am not that. It would leave no room for
+developments, and I intend to develop in many directions.
+\[\4 and \1 sit down together in the corner\]
+
+\3 I'm sorry if we are a little late, Algernon, but I
+was obliged to call on dear Lady Harbury. I hadn't been there
+since her poor husband's death. I never saw a woman so altered;
+she looks quite twenty years younger. And now I'll have a cup of
+tea, and one of those nice cucumber sandwiches you promised me.
+
+\2 Certainly, Aunt Augusta. \[Goes over to tea-table\]
+
+\3 Won't you come and sit here, Gwendolen?
+
+\4 Thanks, mamma, I'm quite comfortable where I am.
+
+\2 \[picking up empty plate in horror\] Good heavens!
+Lane! Why are there no cucumber sandwiches? I ordered them
+specially.
+
+\8 \[gravely\] There were no cucumbers in the market this
+morning, sir. I went down twice.
+
+\2 No cucumbers!
+
+\8 No, sir. Not even for ready money.
+
+\2 That will do, Lane, thank you.
+
+\8 Thank you, sir. \[Goes out\]
+
+\2 I am greatly distressed, Aunt Augusta, about there being
+no cucumbers, not even for ready money.
+
+\3 It really makes no matter, Algernon. I had some
+crumpets with Lady Harbury, who seems to me to be living entirely
+for pleasure now.
+
+\2 I hear her hair has turned quite gold from grief.
+
+\3 It certainly has changed its colour. From what
+cause I, of course, cannot say.\[\2 crosses and hands tea\]%
+Thank you. I've quite a treat for you to-night, Algernon. I am
+going to send you down with Mary Farquhar. She is such a nice
+woman, and so attentive to her husband. It's delightful to watch
+them.
+
+\2 I am afraid, Aunt Augusta, I shall have to give up the
+pleasure of dining with you to-night after all.
+
+\3 \[frowning\]I hope not, Algernon. It would put
+my table completely out. Your uncle would have to dine upstairs.
+Fortunately he is accustomed to that.
+
+\2 It is a great bore, and, I need hardly say, a terrible
+disappointment to me, but the fact is I have just had a telegram to
+say that my poor friend Bunbury is very ill again. \[Exchanges
+glances with \1\] They seem to think I should be with him.
+
+\3 It is very strange. This Mr. Bunbury seems to
+suffer from curiously bad health.
+
+\2 Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid.
+
+\3 Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is
+high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to
+live or to die. This shilly-shallying with the question is absurd.
+Nor do I in any way approve of the modern sympathy with invalids.
+I consider it morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be
+encouraged in others. Health is the primary duty of life. I am
+always telling that to your poor uncle, but he never seems to take
+much notice \ldots{} as far as any improvement in his ailment goes. I
+should be much obliged if you would ask Mr. Bunbury, from me, to be
+kind enough not to have a relapse on Saturday, for I rely on you to
+arrange my music for me. It is my last reception, and one wants
+something that will encourage conversation, particularly at the end
+of the season when every one has practically said whatever they had
+to say, which, in most cases, was probably not much.
+
+\2 I'll speak to Bunbury, Aunt Augusta, if he is still
+conscious, and I think I can promise you he'll be all right by
+Saturday. Of course the music is a great difficulty. You see, if
+one plays good music, people don't listen, and if one plays bad
+music people don't talk. But I'll ran over the programme I've
+drawn out, if you will kindly come into the next room for a moment.
+
+\3 Thank you, Algernon. It is very thoughtful of
+you. \[Rising, and following \2\] I'm sure the programme
+will be delightful, after a few expurgations. French songs I
+cannot possibly allow. People always seem to think that they are
+improper, and either look shocked, which is vulgar, or laugh, which
+is worse. But German sounds a thoroughly respectable language, and
+indeed, I believe is so. Gwendolen, you will accompany me.
+
+\4 Certainly, mamma.
+
+\[c]\3 and \2 go into the music-room,\\ \4 remains behind\]
+
+\1 Charming day it has been, Miss Fairfax.
+
+\4 Pray don't talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing.
+Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite
+certain that they mean something else. And that makes me so
+nervous.
+
+\1 I do mean something else.
+
+\4 I thought so. In fact, I am never wrong.
+
+\1 And I would like to be allowed to take advantage of Lady
+Bracknell's temporary absence \ldots{}
+
+\4 I would certainly advise you to do so. Mamma has a way
+of coming back suddenly into a room that I have often had to speak
+to her about.
+
+\1 \[nervously\] Miss Fairfax, ever since I met you I have
+admired you more than any girl \ldots{} I have ever met since \ldots{} I
+met you.
+
+\4 Yes, I am quite well aware of the fact. And I often
+wish that in public, at any rate, you had been more demonstrative.
+For me you have always had an irresistible fascination. Even
+before I met you I was far from indifferent to you. \[\1 looks at
+her in amazement\] We live, as I hope you know, Mr Worthing, in an
+age of ideals. The fact is constantly mentioned in the more
+expensive monthly magazines, and has reached the provincial
+pulpits, I am told; and my ideal has always been to love some one
+of the name of Ernest. There is something in that name that
+inspires absolute confidence. The moment Algernon first mentioned
+to me that he had a friend called Ernest, I knew I was destined to
+love you.
+
+\1 You really love me, Gwendolen?
+
+\4 Passionately!
+
+\1 Darling! You don't know how happy you've made me.
+
+\4 My own Ernest!
+
+\1 But you don't really mean to say that you couldn't love me
+if my name wasn't Ernest?
+
+\4 But your name is Ernest.
+
+\1 Yes, I know it is. But supposing it was something else? Do
+you mean to say you couldn't love me then?
+
+\4 \[glibly\] Ah! that is clearly a metaphysical
+speculation, and like most metaphysical speculations has very
+little reference at all to the actual facts of real life, as we
+know them.
+
+\1 Personally, darling, to speak quite candidly, I don't much
+care about the name of Ernest \ldots{} I don't think the name suits me
+at all.
+
+\4 It suits you perfectly. It is a divine name. It has a
+music of its own. It produces vibrations.
+
+\1 Well, really, Gwendolen, I must say that I think there are
+lots of other much nicer names. I think Jack, for instance, a
+charming name.
+
+\4 Jack? \ldots{} No, there is very little music in the name
+Jack, if any at all, indeed. It does not thrill. It produces
+absolutely no vibrations \ldots{} I have known several Jacks, and they
+all, without exception, were more than usually plain. Besides,
+Jack is a notorious domesticity for John! And I pity any woman who
+is married to a man called John. She would probably never be
+allowed to know the entrancing pleasure of a single moment's
+solitude. The only really safe name is Ernest
+
+\1 Gwendolen, I must get christened at once \textendash\,\textendash I mean we must
+get married at once. There is no time to be lost.
+
+\4 Married, Mr. Worthing?
+
+\1 \[astounded\] Well \ldots{} surely. You know that I love you,
+and you led me to believe, Miss Fairfax, that you were not
+absolutely indifferent to me.
+
+\4 I adore you. But you haven't proposed to me yet.
+Nothing has been said at all about marriage. The subject has not
+even been touched on.
+
+\1 Well \ldots{} may I propose to you now?
+
+\4 I think it would be an admirable opportunity. And to
+spare you any possible disappointment, Mr. Worthing, I think it
+only fair to tell you quite frankly before-hand that I am fully
+determined to accept you.
+
+\1 Gwendolen!
+
+\4 Yes, Mr. Worthing, what have you got to say to me?
+
+\1 You know what I have got to say to you.
+
+\4 Yes, but you don't say it.
+
+\1 Gwendolen, will you marry me? \[Goes on his knees\]
+
+\4 Of course I will, darling. How long you have been
+about it! I am afraid you have had very little experience in how
+to propose.
+
+\1 My own one, I have never loved any one in the world but you.
+
+\4 Yes, but men often propose for practice. I know my
+brother Gerald does. All my girl-friends tell me so. What
+wonderfully blue eyes you have, Ernest! They are quite, quite,
+blue. I hope you will always look at me just like that, especially
+when there are other people present.
+
+\[c]Enter \3\]
+
+\3 Mr. Worthing! Rise, sir, from this semi-re\-cum\-bent
+posture. It is most indecorous.
+
+\4 Mamma! \[He tries to rise; she restrains him\] I must
+beg you to retire. This is no place for you. Besides, Mr.
+Worthing has not quite finished yet.
+
+\3 Finished what, may I ask?
+
+\4 I am engaged to Mr. Worthing, mamma. \[They rise
+together\]
+
+\3 Pardon me, you are not engaged to any one. When
+you do become engaged to some one, I, or your father, should his
+health permit him, will inform you of the fact. An engagement
+should come on a young girl as a surprise, pleasant or unpleasant,
+as the case may be. It is hardly a matter that she could be
+allowed to arrange for herself \ldots{} And now I have a few questions
+to put to you, Mr. Worthing. While I am making these inquiries,
+you, Gwendolen, will wait for me below in the carriage.
+
+\4 \[reproachfully\] Mamma!
+
+\3 In the carriage, Gwendolen!\[\4 goes to
+the door. She and \1 blow kisses to each other behind
+\3's back. \3 looks vaguely about as if she
+could not understand what the noise was. Finally turns round\]
+Gwendolen, the carriage!
+
+\4 Yes, mamma. \[Goes out, looking back at \1\]
+
+\3 \[sitting down\] You can take a seat, Mr.
+Worthing.
+
+\[c]Looks in her pocket for note-book and pencil\]
+
+\1 Thank you, Lady Bracknell, I prefer standing.
+
+\3 \[Pencil and note-book in hand\] I feel bound to
+tell you that you are not down on my list of eligible young men,
+although I have the same list as the dear Duchess of Bolton has.
+We work together, in fact. However, I am quite ready to enter your
+name, should your answers be what a really affectionate mother
+requires. Do you smoke?
+
+\1 Well, yes, I must admit I smoke.
+
+\3 I am glad to hear it. A man should always have an
+occupation of some kind. There are far too many idle men in London
+as it is. How old are you?
+
+\1 Twenty-nine.
+
+\3 A very good age to be married at. I have always
+been of opinion that a man who desires to get married should know
+either everything or nothing. Which do you know?
+
+\1 \[after some hesitation\] I know nothing, Lady Bracknell.
+
+\3 I am pleased to hear it. I do not approve of
+anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a
+delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone. The whole
+theory of modern education is radically unsound. Fortunately in
+England, at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever. If
+it did, it would prove a serious danger to the upper classes, and
+probably lead to acts of violence in Grosvenor Square. What is
+your income?
+
+\1 Between seven and eight thousand a year.
+
+\3 \[makes a note in her book\] In land, or in
+investments?
+
+\1 In investments, chiefly.
+
+\3 That is satisfactory. What between the duties
+expected of one during one's lifetime, and the duties exacted from
+one after one's death, land has ceased to be either a profit or a
+pleasure. It gives one position, and prevents one from keeping it
+up. That's all that can be said about land.
+
+\1 I have a country house with some land, of course, attached
+to it, about fifteen hundred acres, I believe; but I don't depend
+on that for my real income. In fact, as far as I can make out, the
+poachers are the only people who make anything out of it.
+
+\3 A country house! How many bedrooms? Well, that
+point can be cleared up afterwards. You have a town house, I hope?
+A girl with a simple, unspoiled nature, like Gwendolen, could
+hardly be expected to reside in the country.
+
+\1 Well, I own a house in Belgrave Square, but it is let by the
+year to Lady Bloxham. Of course, I can get it back whenever I
+like, at six months' notice.
+
+\3 Lady Bloxham? I don't know her.
+
+\1 Oh, she goes about very little. She is a lady considerably
+advanced in years.
+
+\3 Ah, nowadays that is no guarantee of
+respectability of character. What number in Belgrave Square?
+
+\1 \oldstylenums{149}.
+
+\3 \[shaking her head\] The unfashionable side. I
+thought there was something. However, that could easily be
+altered.
+
+\1 Do you mean the fashion, or the side?
+
+\3 \[sternly\] Both, if necessary, I presume. What
+are your polities?
+
+\1 Well, I am afraid I really have none. I am a Liberal
+Unionist.
+
+\3 Oh, they count as Tories. They dine with us. Or
+come in the evening, at any rate. Now to minor matters. Are your
+parents living?
+
+\1 I have lost both my parents.
+
+\3 To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded
+as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness. Who was
+your father? He was evidently a man of some wealth. Was he born
+in what the Radical papers call the purple of commerce, or did he
+rise from the ranks of the aristocracy?
+
+\1 I am afraid I really don't know. The fact is, Lady
+Bracknell, I said I had lost my parents. It would be nearer the
+truth to say that my parents seem to have lost me \ldots{} I don't
+actually know who I am by birth. I was \ldots{} well, I was found.
+
+\3 Found!
+
+\1 The late Mr. Thomas Cardew, an old gentleman of a very
+charitable and kindly disposition, found me, and gave me the name
+of Worthing, because he happened to have a first-class ticket for
+Worthing in his pocket at the time. Worthing is a place in Sussex.
+It is a seaside resort.
+
+\3 Where did the charitable gentleman who had a
+first-class ticket for this seaside resort find you?
+
+\1 \[gravely\] In a hand-bag.
+
+\3 A hand-bag?
+
+\1 \[very seriously\] Yes, Lady Bracknell. I was in a hand-bag%
+\textemdash a somewhat large, black leather hand-bag, with handles to
+it\textemdash an ordinary hand-bag in fact.
+
+\3 In what locality did this Mr. James, or Thomas,
+Cardew come across this ordinary hand-bag?
+
+\1 In the cloak-room at Victoria Station. It was given to him
+in mistake for his own.
+
+\3 The cloak-room at Victoria Station?
+
+\1 Yes. The Brighton line.
+
+\3 The line is immaterial. Mr. Worthing, I confess I
+feel somewhat bewildered by what you have just told me. To be
+born, or at any rate bred, in a hand-bag, whether it had handles or
+not, seems to me to display a contempt for the ordinary decencies
+of family life that reminds one of the worst excesses of the French
+Revolution. And I presume you know what that unfortunate movement
+led to? As for the particular locality in which the hand-bag was
+found, a cloak-room at a railway station might serve to conceal a
+social indiscretion\textemdash has probably, indeed, been used for that
+purpose before now\textemdash but it could hardly be regarded as an assured
+basis for a recognised position in good society.
+
+\1 May I ask you then what you would advise me to do? I need
+hardly say I would do anything in the world to ensure Gwendolen's
+happiness.
+
+\3 I would strongly advise you, Mr. Worthing, to try
+and acquire some relations as soon as possible, and to make a
+definite effort to produce at any rate one parent, of either sex,
+before the season is quite over.
+
+\1 Well, I don't see how I could possibly manage to do that. I
+can produce the hand-bag at any moment. It is in my dressing-room
+at home. I really think that should satisfy you, Lady Bracknell.
+
+\3 Me, sir! What has it to do with me? You can
+hardly imagine that I and Lord Bracknell would dream of allowing
+our only daughter\textemdash a girl brought up with the utmost care%
+\textemdash to
+marry into a cloak-room, and form an alliance with a parcel? Good
+morning, Mr. Worthing!
+
+\[c]\3 sweeps out in majestic indignation\]
+
+\1 Good morning! \[\2, from the other room, strikes up
+the Wedding March. Jack looks perfectly furious, and goes to the
+door\] For goodness' sake don't play that ghastly tune, Algy. How
+idiotic you are!
+
+\[c]The music stops and \2 enters cheerily\]
+
+\2 Didn't it go off all right, old boy? You don't mean to
+say Gwendolen refused you? I know it is a way she has. She is
+always refusing people. I think it is most ill-natured of her.
+
+\1 Oh, Gwendolen is as right as a trivet. As far as she is
+concerned, we are engaged. Her mother is perfectly unbearable.
+Never met such a Gorgon \ldots{} I don't really know what a Gorgon is
+like, but I am quite sure that Lady Bracknell is one. In any case,
+she is a monster, without being a myth, which is rather unfair . .
+. I beg your pardon, Algy, I suppose I shouldn't talk about your
+own aunt in that way before you.
+
+\2 My dear boy, I love hearing my relations abused. It is
+the only thing that makes me put up with them at all. Relations
+are simply a tedious pack of people, who haven't got the remotest
+knowledge of how to live, nor the smallest instinct about when to
+die.
+
+\1 Oh, that is nonsense!
+
+\2 It isn't!
+
+\1 Well, I won't argue about the matter. You always want to
+argue about things.
+
+\2 That is exactly what things were originally made for.
+
+\1 Upon my word, if I thought that, I'd shoot myself \ldots{} \[A
+pause\] You don't think there is any chance of Gwendolen becoming
+like her mother in about a hundred and fifty years, do you, Algy?
+
+\2 All women become like their mothers. That is their
+tragedy. No man does. That's his.
+
+\1 Is that clever?
+
+\2 It is perfectly phrased! and quite as true as any
+observation in civilised life should be.
+
+\1 I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever
+nowadays. You can't go anywhere without meeting clever people.
+The thing has become an absolute public nuisance. I wish to
+goodness we had a few fools left.
+
+\2 We have.
+
+\1 I should extremely like to meet them. What do they talk
+about?
+
+\2 The fools? Oh! about the clever people, of course.
+
+\1 What fools!
+
+\2 By the way, did you tell Gwendolen the truth about your
+being Ernest in town, and Jack in the country?
+
+\1 \[in a very patronising manner\] My dear fellow, the truth
+isn't quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, sweet, refined
+girl. What extraordinary ideas you have about the way to behave to
+a woman!
+
+\2 The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to
+her, if she is pretty, and to some one else, if she is plain.
+
+\1 Oh, that is nonsense.
+
+\2 What about your brother? What about the profligate
+Ernest?
+
+\1 Oh, before the end of the week I shall have got rid of him.
+I'll say he died in Paris of apoplexy. Lots of people die of
+apoplexy, quite suddenly, don't they?
+
+\2 Yes, but it's hereditary, my dear fellow. It's a sort
+of thing that runs in families. You had much better say a severe
+chill.
+
+\1 You are sure a severe chill isn't hereditary, or anything of
+that kind?
+
+\2 Of course it isn't!
+
+\1 Very well, then. My poor brother Ernest to carried off
+suddenly, in Paris, by a severe chill. That gets rid of him.
+
+\2 But I thought you said that \ldots{} Miss Cardew was a
+little too much interested in your poor brother Ernest? Won't she
+feel his loss a good deal?
+
+\1 Oh, that is all right. Cecily is not a silly romantic girl,
+I am glad to say. She has got a capital appetite, goes long walks,
+and pays no attention at all to her lessons.
+
+\2 I would rather like to see Cecily.
+
+\1 I will take very good care you never do. She is excessively
+pretty, and she is only just eighteen.
+
+\2 Have you told Gwendolen yet that you have an excessively
+pretty ward who is only just eighteen?
+
+\1 Oh! one doesn't blurt these things out to people. Cecily
+and Gwendolen are perfectly certain to be extremely great friends.
+I'll bet you anything you like that half an hour after they have
+met, they will be calling each other sister.
+
+\2 Women only do that when they have called each other a
+lot of other things first. Now, my dear boy, if we want to get a
+good table at Willis's, we really must go and dress. Do you know
+it is nearly seven?
+
+\1 \[irritably\] Oh! It always is nearly seven.
+
+\2 Well, I'm hungry.
+
+\1 I never knew you when you weren't \ldots{}
+
+\2 What shall we do after dinner? Go to a theatre?
+
+\1 Oh no! I loathe listening.
+
+\2 Well, let us go to the Club?
+
+\1 Oh, no! I hate talking.
+
+\2 Well, we might trot round to the Empire at ten?
+
+\1 Oh, no! I can't bear looking at things. It is so silly.
+
+\2 Well, what shall we do?
+
+\1 Nothing!
+
+\2 It is awfully hard work doing nothing. However, I don't
+mind hard work where there is no definite object of any kind.
+
+\[c]Enter \8\]
+
+\8 Miss Fairfax.
+
+\[c]Enter \4 \8 goes out\]
+
+\2 Gwendolen, upon my word!
+
+\4 Algy, kindly turn your back. I have something very
+particular to say to Mr. Worthing.
+
+\2 Really, Gwendolen, I don't think I can allow this at
+all.
+
+\4 Algy, you always adopt a strictly immoral attitude
+towards life. You are not quite old enough to do that. \[\2
+retires to the fireplace\]
+
+\1 My own darling!
+
+\4 Ernest, we may never be married. From the expression
+on mamma's face I fear we never shall. Few parents nowadays pay
+any regard to what their children say to them. The old-fashioned
+respect for the young is fast dying out. Whatever influence I ever
+had over mamma, I lost at the age of three. But although she may
+prevent us from becoming man and wife, and I may marry some one
+else, and marry often, nothing that she can possibly do can alter
+my eternal devotion to you.
+
+\1 Dear Gwendolen!
+
+\4 The story of your romantic origin, as related to me by
+mamma, with unpleasing comments, has naturally stirred the deeper
+fibres of my nature. Your Christian name has an irresistible
+fascination. The simplicity of your character makes you
+exquisitely incomprehensible to me. Your town address at the
+Albany I have. What is your address in the country?
+
+\1 The Manor House, Woolton, Hertfordshire.
+
+\[\2, who has been carefully listening, smiles to himself, and
+writes the address on his shirt-cuff. Then picks up the Railway
+Guide\]
+
+\4 There is a good postal service, I suppose? It may be
+necessary to do something desperate. That of course will require
+serious consideration. I will communicate with you daily.
+
+\1 My own one!
+
+\4 How long do you remain in town?
+
+\1 Till Monday.
+
+\4 Good! Algy, you may turn round now.
+
+\2 Thanks, I've turned round already.
+
+\4 You may also ring the bell.
+
+\1 You will let me see you to your carriage, my own darling?
+
+\4 Certainly.
+
+\1 \[to \8, who now enters\] I will see Miss Fairfax out.
+
+\8 Yes, sir. \[\1 and \4 go off\]
+
+\[\8 presents several letters on a salver to \2 It is to
+be surmised that they are bills, as \2, after looking at the
+envelopes, tears them up\]
+
+\2 A glass of sherry, Lane.
+
+\8 Yes, sir.
+
+\2 To-morrow, Lane, I'm going Bunburying.
+
+\8 Yes, sir.
+
+\2 I shall probably not be back till Monday. You can put
+up my dress clothes, my smoking jacket, and all the Bunbury suits .
+. .
+
+\8 Yes, sir. \[Handing sherry\]
+
+\2 I hope to-morrow will be a fine day, Lane.
+
+\8 It never is, sir.
+
+\2 Lane, you're a perfect pessimist.
+
+\8 I do my best to give satisfaction, sir.
+
+\[c]Enter \1. \8 goes off\]
+
+\1 There's a sensible, intellectual girl! the only girl I ever
+cared for in my life. \[\2 is laughing immoderately\] What
+on earth are you so amused at?
+
+\2 Oh, I'm a little anxious about poor Bunbury, that in
+all.
+
+\1 If you don't take care, your friend Bunbury will get you
+into a serious scrape some day.
+
+\2 I love scrapes. They are the only things that are never
+serious.
+
+\1 Oh, that's nonsense, Algy. You never talk anything but
+nonsense.
+
+\2 Nobody ever does.
+
+\[\1 looks indignantly at him, and leaves the room. \2
+lights a cigarette, reads his shirt-cuff, and smiles\]
+
+\Act \Scene
+
+\persona*[8]{Merriman}
+
+\(Garden at the Manor House. A flight of grey stone steps leads up
+to the house. The garden, an old-fashioned one, full of roses.
+Time of year, July. Basket chairs, and a table covered with books,
+are set under a large yew-tree.\)
+
+
+\[\6 discovered seated at the table. \5 is at the back, watering
+flowers.\]
+
+\6\[calling\] Cecily, Cecily! Surely such a utilitarian
+occupation as the watering of flowers is rather Moulton's duty than
+yours? Especially at a moment when intellectual pleasures await
+you. Your German grammar is on the table. Pray open it at page
+fifteen. We will repeat yesterday's lesson.
+
+\5\[coming over very slowly\] But I don't like German. It
+isn't at all a becoming language. I know perfectly well that I
+look quite plain after my German lesson.
+
+\6 Child, you know how anxious your guardian is that you
+should improve yourself in every way. He laid particular stress on
+your German, as he was leaving for town yesterday. Indeed, he
+always lays stress on your German when he is leaving for town.
+
+\5 Dear Uncle Jack is so very serious! Sometimes he is so
+serious that I think he cannot be quite well.
+
+\6 \[drawing herself up\] Your guardian enjoys the best
+of health, and his gravity of demeanour is especially to be
+commanded in one so comparatively young as he is.
+I know no one who has a higher sense of duty and responsibility.
+
+\5 I suppose that is why he often looks a little bored when
+we three are together.
+
+\6 Cecily! I am surprised at you. Mr. Worthing has many
+troubles in his life. Idle merriment and triviality would be out
+of place in his conversation. You must remember his constant
+anxiety about that unfortunate young man his brother.
+
+\5 I wish Uncle Jack would allow that unfortunate young man,
+his brother, to come down here sometimes. We might have a good
+influence over him, Miss Prism. I am sure you certainly would.
+You know German, and geology, and things of that kind influence a
+man very much.\[\5 begins to write in her diary\]
+
+\6 \[shaking her head\] I do not think that even I could
+produce any effect on a character that according to his own
+brother's admission is irretrievably weak and vacillating. Indeed
+I am not sure that I would desire to reclaim him. I am not in
+favour of this modern mania for turning bad people into good people
+at a moment's notice. As a man sows so let him reap. You must put
+away your diary, Cecily. I really don't see why you should keep a
+diary at all.
+
+\5 I keep a diary in order to enter the wonderful secrets of
+my life. If I didn't write them down, I should probably forget all
+about them.
+
+\6 Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry
+about with~us.
+
+\5 Yes, but it usually chronicles the things that have never
+happened, and couldn't possibly have happened. I believe that
+Memory is responsible for nearly all the three-volume novels that
+Mudie sends us.
+
+\6 Do not speak slightingly of the three-volume novel,
+Cecily. I wrote one myself in earlier days.
+
+\5 Did you really, Miss Prism? How wonderfully clever you
+are! I hope it did not end happily? I don't like novels that end
+happily. They depress me so much.
+
+\6 The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That
+is what Fiction means.
+
+\5 I suppose so. But it seems very unfair. And was your
+novel ever published?
+
+\6 Alas! no. The manuscript unfortunately was abandoned. \hfill\break
+\[\5 starts\]
+I use the word in the sense of lost or mislaid.
+To your work, child, these speculations are profitless.
+
+\5 \[smiling\] But I see dear Dr. Chasuble coming up through
+the garden.
+
+
+\6 \[rising and advancing\] Dr. Chasuble! This is indeed
+a pleasure.
+
+\[c]Enter \7.\]
+
+\7 And how are we this morning? Miss Prism, you are, I
+trust, well?
+
+\5 Miss Prism has just been complaining of a slight headache.
+I think it would do her so much good to have a short stroll with
+you in the Park, Dr.~Chasuble.
+
+\6 Cecily, I have not mentioned anything about a
+headache.
+
+\5 No, dear Miss Prism, I know that, but I felt instinctively
+that you had a headache. Indeed I was thinking about that, and not
+about my German lesson, when the Rector came in.
+
+\7 I hope, Cecily, you are not inattentive.
+
+\5 Oh, I am afraid I am.
+
+{\tolerance=10000
+\7 That is strange. Were I fortunate enough to be Miss\break
+Prism's pupil, I would hang upon her lips. \[\6 glares\]
+I spoke metaphorically. \textemdash My metaphor was drawn from bees. Ahem!
+Mr. Worthing, I suppose, has not returned from town yet?
+}
+
+\6 We do not expect him till Monday afternoon.
+
+\7 Ah yes, he usually likes to spend his Sunday in London.
+He is not one of those whose sole aim is enjoyment, as, by all
+accounts, that unfortunate young man his brother seems to be. But
+I must not disturb Egeria and her pupil any longer.
+
+\6 Egeria? My name is Laetitia, Doctor.
+
+\7 \[bowing\] A classical allusion merely, drawn from the
+Pagan authors. I shall see you both no doubt at Evensong?
+
+\6 I think, dear Doctor, I will have a stroll with you.
+I find I have a headache after all, and a walk might do it good.
+
+\7 With pleasure, Miss Prism, with pleasure. We might go
+as far as the schools and back.
+
+\6 That would be delightful. Cecily, you will read your
+Political Economy in my absence. The chapter on the Fall of the
+Rupee you may omit. It is somewhat too sensational. Even these
+metallic problems have their melodramatic side.
+
+\[c]Goes down the garden with \7.\]
+
+\5 \[picks up books and throws them back on table\] Horrid
+Political Economy! Horrid Geography! Horrid, horrid German!
+
+\[c]Enter \8 with a card on a salver.\]
+
+\8 Mr. Ernest Worthing has just driven over from the
+station. He has brought his luggage with him.
+
+\5 \[takes the card and reads it\] 'Mr. Ernest Worthing, B.
+4, The Albany, W.' Uncle Jack's brother! Did you tell him Mr.
+Worthing was in town?
+
+\8 Yes, Miss. He seemed very much disappointed. I
+mentioned that you and Miss Prism were in the garden. He said he
+was anxious to speak to you privately for a moment.
+
+\5 Ask Mr. Ernest Worthing to come here. I suppose you had
+better talk to the housekeeper about a room for him.
+
+\8 Yes, Miss. \[\8 goes off.\]
+
+
+\5 I have never met any really wicked person before. I feel
+rather frightened. I am so afraid he will look just like every one
+else.
+
+\[c]Enter \2, very gay and debonnair\]
+He does!
+
+\2 \[raising his hat\] You are my little cousin Cecily, I'm
+sure.
+
+\5 You are under some strange mistake. I am not little. In
+fact, I believe I am more than usually tall for my age. \[\2
+is rather taken aback\] But I am your cousin Cecily. You, I see
+from your card, are Uncle Jack's brother, my cousin Ernest, my
+wicked cousin Ernest.
+
+\2 Oh! I am not really wicked at all, cousin Cecily. You
+mustn't think that I am wicked.
+
+\5 If you are not, then you have certainly been deceiving us
+all in a very inexcusable manner. I hope you have not been leading
+a double life, pretending to be wicked and being really good all
+the time. That would be hypocrisy.
+
+\2 \[looks at her in amazement\] Oh! Of course I have been
+rather reckless.
+
+\5 I am glad to hear it.
+
+\2 In fact, now you mention the subject, I have been very
+bad in my own small way.
+
+\5 I don't think you should be so proud of that, though I am
+sure it must have been very pleasant.
+
+\2 It is much pleasanter being here with you.
+
+\5 I can't understand how you are here at all. Uncle Jack
+won't be back till Monday afternoon.
+
+\2 That is a great disappointment. I am obliged to go up
+by the first train on Monday morning. I have a business
+appointment that I am anxious . . . to miss?
+
+\5 Couldn't you miss it anywhere but in London?
+
+\2 No: the appointment is in London.
+
+\5 Well, I know, of course, how important it is not to keep a
+business engagement, if one wants to retain any sense of the beauty
+of life, but still I think you had better wait till Uncle Jack
+arrives. I know he wants to speak to you about your emigrating.
+
+\2 About my what?
+
+\5 Your emigrating. He has gone up to buy your outfit.
+
+\2 I certainly wouldn't let Jack buy my outfit. He has no
+taste in neckties at all.
+
+\5 I don't think you will require neckties. Uncle Jack is
+sending you to Australia.
+
+\2 Australia! I'd sooner die.
+
+\5 Well, he said at dinner on Wednesday night, that you would
+have to choose between this world, the next world, and Australia.
+
+\2 Oh, well! The accounts I have received of Australia and
+the next world, are not particularly encouraging. This world is
+good enough for me, cousin Cecily.
+
+\5 Yes, but are you good enough for it?
+
+\2 I'm afraid I'm not that. That is why I want you to
+reform me. You might make that your mission, if you don't mind,
+cousin Cecily.
+
+\5 I'm afraid I've no time, this afternoon.
+
+\2 Well, would you mind my reforming myself this afternoon?
+
+\5 It is rather Quixotic of you. But I think you should try.
+
+\2 I will. I feel better already.
+
+\5 You are looking a little worse.
+
+\2 That is because I am hungry.
+
+\5 How thoughtless of me. I should have remembered that when
+one is going to lead an entirely new life, one requires regular and
+wholesome meals. Won't you come in?
+
+\2 Thank you. Might I have a buttonhole first? I never
+have any appetite unless I have a buttonhole first.
+
+\5 A Marechal Niel? \[Picks up scissors\]
+
+\2 No, I'd sooner have a pink rose.
+
+\5 Why? \[Cuts a flower\]
+
+\2 Because you are like a pink rose, Cousin Cecily.
+
+\5 I don't think it can be right for you to talk to me like
+that. Miss Prism never says such things to me.
+
+\2 Then Miss Prism is a short-sighted old lady. \[\5
+puts the rose in his buttonhole\] You are the prettiest girl I
+ever saw.
+
+\5 Miss Prism says that all good looks are a snare.
+
+\2 They are a snare that every sensible man would like to
+be caught~in.
+
+\5 Oh, I don't think I would care to catch a sensible man. I
+shouldn't know what to talk to him about.
+
+\[c]They pass into the house. \6 and \7 return.\]
+
+\6 You are too much alone, dear Dr. Chasuble. You should
+get married. A misanthrope I can understand \textemdash a womanthrope,
+never!
+
+\7 \[with a scholar's shudder\] Believe me, I do not
+deserve so neologistic a phrase. The precept as well as the
+practice of the Primitive Church was distinctly against matrimony.
+
+\6 \[sententiously\] That is obviously the reason why the
+Primitive Church has not lasted up to the present day. And you do
+not seem to realise, dear Doctor, that by persistently remaining
+single, a man converts himself into a permanent public temptation.
+Men should be more careful; this very celibacy leads weaker vessels
+astray.
+
+\7 But is a man not equally attractive when married?
+
+\6 No married man is ever attractive except to his wife.
+
+\7 And often, I've been told, not even to her.
+
+\6 That depends on the intellectual sympathies of the
+woman. Maturity can always be depended on. Ripeness can be
+trusted. Young women are green. \[\7 starts\] I spoke
+horticulturally. My metaphor was drawn from fruits. But where is
+Cecily?
+
+\7 Perhaps she followed us to the schools.
+
+
+\[Enter \1 slowly from the back of the garden. He is dressed in
+the deepest mourning, with crape hatband and black gloves\]
+
+\6 Mr. Worthing!
+
+\7 Mr. Worthing?
+
+\6 This is indeed a surprise. We did not look for you
+till Monday afternoon.
+
+\1\[shakes \6's hand in a tragic manner\] I have
+returned sooner than I expected. Dr. Chasuble, I hope you are well?
+
+\7 Dear Mr. Worthing, I trust this garb of woe does not
+betoken some terrible calamity?
+
+\1 My brother.
+
+\6 More shameful debts and extravagance?
+
+\7 Still leading his life of pleasure?
+
+\1 \[shaking his head\] Dead!
+
+\7 Your brother Ernest dead?
+
+\1 Quite dead.
+
+\6 What a lesson for him! I trust he will profit by it.
+
+\7 Mr. Worthing, I offer you my sincere condolence. You
+have at least the consolation of knowing that you were always the
+most generous and forgiving of brothers.
+
+\1 Poor Ernest! He had many faults, but it is a sad, sad blow.
+
+\7 Very sad indeed. Were you with him at the end?
+
+\1 No. He died abroad; in Paris, in fact. I had a telegram
+last night from the manager of the Grand Hotel.
+
+\7 Was the cause of death mentioned?
+
+\1 A severe chill, it seems.
+
+\6 As a man sows, so shall he reap.
+
+\7 \[raising his hand\] Charity, dear Miss Prism, charity!
+None of us are perfect. I myself am peculiarly susceptible to
+draughts. Will the interment take place here?
+
+\1 No. He seems to have expressed a desire to be buried in
+Paris.
+
+\7 In Paris! \[Shakes his head\] I fear that hardly points
+to any very serious state of mind at the last. You would no doubt
+wish me to make some slight allusion to this tragic domestic
+affliction next Sunday. \[\1 presses his hand convulsively\]
+My sermon on the meaning of the manna in the wilderness can be adapted
+to almost any occasion, joyful, or, as in the present case,
+distressing. \[All sigh\] I have preached it at harvest
+celebrations, christenings, confirmations, on days of humiliation
+and festal days. The last time I delivered it was in the
+Cathedral, as a charity sermon on behalf of the Society for the
+Prevention of Discontent among the Upper Orders. The Bishop, who
+was present, was much struck by some of the analogies I drew.
+
+\1 Ah! that reminds me, you mentioned christenings I think, Dr.
+Chasuble? I suppose you know how to christen all right? \[\7
+looks astounded\] I mean, of course, you are continually
+christening, aren't you?
+
+\6 It is, I regret to say, one of the Rector's most
+constant duties in this parish. I have often spoken to the poorer
+classes on the subject. But they don't seem to know what thrift
+is.
+
+\7 But is there any particular infant in whom you are
+interested, Mr. Worthing? Your brother was, I believe, unmarried,
+was he not?
+
+\1 Oh yes.
+
+\6 \[bitterly\] People who live entirely for pleasure
+usually are.
+
+\1 But it is not for any child, dear Doctor. I am very fond of
+children. No! the fact is, I would like to be christened myself,
+this afternoon, if you have nothing better to do.
+
+\7 But surely, Mr. Worthing, you have been christened
+already?
+
+\1 I don't remember anything about it.
+
+\7 But have you any grave doubts on the subject?
+
+\1 I certainly intend to have. Of course I don't know if the
+thing would bother you in any way, or if you think I am a little
+too old now.
+
+\7 Not at all. The sprinkling, and, indeed, the immersion
+of adults is a perfectly canonical practice.
+
+\1 Immersion!
+
+\7 You need have no apprehensions. Sprinkling is all that
+is necessary, or indeed I think advisable. Our weather is so
+changeable. At what hour would you wish the ceremony performed?
+
+\1 Oh, I might trot round about five if that would suit you.
+
+\7 Perfectly, perfectly! In fact I have two similar
+ceremonies to perform at that time. A case of twins that occurred
+recently in one of the outlying cottages on your own estate. Poor
+Jenkins the carter, a most hard-working man.
+
+\1 Oh! I don't see much fun in being christened along with
+other babies. It would be childish. Would half-past five do?
+
+\7 Admirably! Admirably! \[Takes out watch\] And now,
+dear Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of
+sorrow. I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by
+grief. What seem to us bitter trials are often blessings in
+disguise.
+
+\6 This seems to me a blessing of an extremely obvious
+kind.
+
+\[c]Enter \5 from the house.\]
+
+\5 Uncle Jack! Oh, I am pleased to see you back. But what
+horrid clothes you have got on! Do go and change them.
+
+\6 Cecily!
+
+\7 My child! my child! \[\5 goes towards \1; he
+kisses her brow in a melancholy manner\]
+
+\5 What is the matter, Uncle Jack? Do look happy! You look
+as if you had toothache, and I have got such a surprise for you.
+Who do you think is in the dining-room? Your brother!
+
+\1 Who?
+
+\5 Your brother Ernest. He arrived about half an hour ago.
+
+\1 What nonsense! I haven't got a brother.
+
+\5 Oh, don't say that. However badly he may have behaved to
+you in the past he is still your brother. You couldn't be so
+heartless as to disown him. I'll tell him to come out. And you
+will shake hands with him, won't you, Uncle Jack? \[Runs back into
+the house\]
+
+\7 These are very joyful tidings.
+
+\6 After we had all been resigned to his loss, his sudden
+return seems to me peculiarly distressing.
+
+\1 My brother is in the dining-room? I don't know what it all
+means. I think it is perfectly absurd.
+
+\[c]Enter \2 and \5 hand in hand.\\ They come slowly up to
+\1.\]
+
+\1 Good heavens! \[Motions \2 away\]
+
+\2 Brother John, I have come down from town to tell you
+that I am very sorry for all the trouble I have given you, and that
+I intend to lead a better life in the future. \[\1 glares at him
+and does not take his hand\]
+
+\5 Uncle Jack, you are not going to refuse your own brother's
+hand?
+
+\1 Nothing will induce me to take his hand. I think his coming
+down here disgraceful. He knows perfectly well why.
+
+\5 Uncle Jack, do be nice. There is some good in every one.
+Ernest has just been telling me about his poor invalid friend Mr.
+Bunbury whom he goes to visit so often. And surely there must be
+much good in one who is kind to an invalid, and leaves the
+pleasures of London to sit by a bed of pain.
+
+\1 Oh! he has been talking about Bunbury, has he?
+
+\5 Yes, he has told me all about poor Mr. Bunbury, and his
+terrible state of health.
+
+\1 Bunbury! Well, I won't have him talk to you about Bunbury
+or about anything else. It is enough to drive one perfectly
+frantic.
+
+\2 Of course I admit that the faults were all on my side.
+But I must say that I think that Brother John's coldness to me is
+peculiarly painful. I expected a more enthusiastic welcome,
+especially considering it is the first time I have come here.
+
+\5 Uncle Jack, if you don't shake hands with Ernest I will
+never forgive you.
+
+\1 Never forgive me?
+
+\5 Never, never, never!
+
+\1 Well, this is the last time I shall ever do it. \[Shakes
+with \2 and glares\]
+
+\7 It's pleasant, is it not, to see so perfect a
+reconciliation? I think we might leave the two brothers together.
+
+\6 Cecily, you will come with us.
+
+\5 Certainly, Miss Prism. My little task of reconciliation
+is over.
+
+\7 You have done a beautiful action to-day, dear child.
+
+\6 We must not be premature in our judgments.
+
+\5 I feel very happy. \[They all go off except \1 and \2\]
+
+\1 You young scoundrel, Algy, you must get out of this place as
+soon as possible. I don't allow any Bunburying here.
+
+\[c]Enter \8.\]
+
+\8 I have put Mr. Ernest's things in the room next to
+yours, sir. I suppose that is all right?
+
+\1 What?
+
+\8 Mr. Ernest's luggage, sir. I have unpacked it and put
+it in the room next to your own.
+
+\1 His luggage?
+
+\8 Yes, sir. Three portmanteaus, a dressing-case, two hat-boxes,
+and a large luncheon-basket.
+
+\2 I am afraid I can't stay more than a week this time.
+
+\1 Merriman, order the dog-cart at once. Mr. Ernest has been
+suddenly called back to town.
+
+\8 Yes, sir. \[Goes back into the house\]
+
+\2 What a fearful liar you are, Jack. I have not been
+called back to town at all.
+
+\1 Yes, you have.
+
+\2 I haven't heard any one call me.
+
+\1 Your duty as a gentleman calls you back.
+
+\2 My duty as a gentleman has never interfered with my
+pleasures in the smallest degree.
+
+\1 I can quite understand that.
+
+\2 Well, Cecily is a darling.
+
+\1 You are not to talk of Miss Cardew like that. I don't like
+it.
+
+\2 Well, I don't like your clothes. You look perfectly
+ridiculous in them. Why on earth don't you go up and change? It
+is perfectly childish to be in deep mourning for a man who is
+actually staying for a whole week with you in your house as a
+guest. I call it grotesque.
+
+\1 You are certainly not staying with me for a whole week as a
+guest or anything else. You have got to leave . . . by the four-five
+train.
+
+\2 I certainly won't leave you so long as you are in
+mourning. It would be most unfriendly. If I were in mourning you
+would stay with me, I suppose. I should think it very unkind if
+you didn't.
+
+\1 Well, will you go if I change my clothes?
+
+\2 Yes, if you are not too long. I never saw anybody take
+so long to dress, and with such little result.
+
+\1 Well, at any rate, that is better than being always over-dressed
+as you are.
+
+\2 If I am occasionally a little over-dressed, I make up
+for it by being always immensely over-educated.
+
+\1 Your vanity is ridiculous, your conduct an outrage, and your
+presence in my garden utterly absurd. However, you have got to
+catch the four-five, and I hope you will have a pleasant journey
+back to town. This Bunburying, as you call it, has not been a
+great success for you.
+
+\[c]Goes into the house\]
+
+\2 I think it has been a great success. I'm in love with
+Cecily, and that is everything.
+
+\[Enter \5 at the back of the garden. She picks up the can and
+begins to water the flowers\]
+
+\00But I must see her before I go, and
+make arrangements for another Bunbury. Ah, there she is.
+
+\5 Oh, I merely came back to water the roses. I thought you
+were with Uncle Jack.
+
+\2 He's gone to order the dog-cart for me.
+
+\5 Oh, is he going to take you for a nice drive?
+
+\2 He's going to send me away.
+
+\5 Then have we got to part?
+
+\2 I am afraid so. It's a very painful parting.
+
+\5 It is always painful to part from people whom one has
+known for a very brief space of time. The absence of old friends
+one can endure with equanimity. But even a momentary separation
+from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost
+unbearable.
+
+\2 Thank you.
+
+\[c]Enter \8.\]
+
+\8 The dog-cart is at the door, sir.
+
+\[c]\2 looks appealingly at \5\]
+
+\5 It can wait, Merriman for . . . five minutes.
+
+\8 Yes, Miss.
+
+\[c]Exit \8\]
+
+\2 I hope, Cecily, I shall not offend you if I state quite
+frankly and openly that you seem to me to be in every way the
+visible personification of absolute perfection.
+
+\5 I think your frankness does you great credit, Ernest. If
+you will allow me, I will copy your remarks into my diary. \[Goes
+over to table and begins writing in diary\]
+
+\2 Do you really keep a diary? I'd give anything to look
+at it. May~I?
+
+\5 Oh no. \[Puts her hand over it\] You see, it is simply a
+very young girl's record of her own thoughts and impressions, and
+consequently meant for publication. When it appears in volume form
+I hope you will order a copy. But pray, Ernest, don't stop. I
+delight in taking down from dictation. I have reached 'absolute
+perfection'. You can go on. I am quite ready for more.
+
+\2 \[somewhat taken aback\] Ahem! Ahem!
+
+\5 Oh, don't cough, Ernest. When one is dictating one should
+speak fluently and not cough. Besides, I don't know how to spell a
+cough. \[Writes as \2 speaks\]
+
+\2 \[speaking very rapidly\] Cecily, ever since I first
+looked upon your wonderful and incomparable beauty, I have dared to
+love you wildly, passionately, devotedly, hopelessly.
+
+\5 I don't think that you should tell me that you love me
+wildly, passionately, devotedly, hopelessly. Hopelessly doesn't
+seem to make much sense, does it?
+
+\2 Cecily!
+
+\[c]Enter \8.\]
+
+\8 The dog-cart is waiting, sir.
+
+\2 Tell it to come round next week, at the same hour.
+
+\8 \[Looks at \5, who makes no sign\] Yes, sir.
+
+\[c]\8 retires.\]
+
+\5 Uncle Jack would be very much annoyed if he knew you were
+staying on till next week, at the same hour.
+
+\2 Oh, I don't care about Jack. I don't care for anybody
+in the whole world but you. I love you, Cecily. You will marry
+me, won't you?
+
+\5 You silly boy! Of course. Why, we have been engaged for
+the last three months.
+
+\2 For the last three months?
+
+\5 Yes, it will be exactly three months on Thursday.
+
+\2 But how did we become engaged?
+
+\5 Well, ever since dear Uncle Jack first confessed to us
+that he had a younger brother who was very wicked and bad, you of
+course have formed the chief topic of conversation between myself
+and Miss Prism. And of course a man who is much talked about is
+always very attractive. One feels there must be something in him,
+after all. I daresay it was foolish of me, but I fell in love with
+you, Ernest.
+
+\2 Darling! And when was the engagement actually settled?
+
+\5 On the 14th of February last. Worn out by your entire
+ignorance of my existence, I determined to end the matter one way
+or the other, and after a long struggle with myself I accepted you
+under this dear old tree here. The next day I bought this little
+ring in your name, and this is the little bangle with the true
+lover's knot I promised you always to wear.
+
+\2 Did I give you this? It's very pretty, isn't it?
+
+\5 Yes, you've wonderfully good taste, Ernest. It's the
+excuse I've always given for your leading such a bad life. And
+this is the box in which I keep all your dear letters. \[Kneels at
+table, opens box, and produces letters tied up with blue ribbon\]
+
+\2 My letters! But, my own sweet Cecily, I have never
+written you any letters.
+
+\5 You need hardly remind me of that, Ernest. I remember
+only too well that I was forced to write your letters for you. I
+wrote always three times a week, and sometimes oftener.
+
+\2 Oh, do let me read them, Cecily?
+
+
+\5 Oh, I couldn't possibly. They would make you far too
+conceited. \[Replaces box\] The three you wrote me after I had
+broken of the engagement are so beautiful, and so badly spelled,
+that even now I can hardly read them without crying a little.
+
+\2 But was our engagement ever broken off?
+
+\5 Of course it was. On the 22nd of last March. You can see
+the entry if you like. \[Shows diary\] `To-day I broke off my
+engagement with Ernest. I feel it is better to do so. The weather
+still continues charming.'
+
+\2 But why on earth did you break it of? What had I done?
+I had done nothing at all. Cecily, I am very much hurt indeed to
+hear you broke it off. Particularly when the weather was so
+charming.
+
+\5 It would hardly have been a really serious engagement if
+it hadn't been broken off at least once. But I forgave you before
+the week was out.
+
+\2 \[crossing to her, and kneeling\] What a perfect angel
+you are, Cecily.
+
+\5 You dear romantic boy. \[He kisses her, she puts her
+fingers through his hair\] I hope your hair curls naturally, does
+it?
+
+\2 Yes, darling, with a little help from others.
+
+\5 I am so glad.
+
+\2 You'll never break of our engagement again, Cecily?
+
+\5 I don't think I could break it off now that I have
+actually met you. Besides, of course, there is the question of
+your name.
+
+\2 Yes, of course. \[Nervously\]
+
+\5 You must not laugh at me, darling, but it had always been
+a girlish dream of mine to love some one whose name was Ernest.
+\[\2 rises, \5 also\] There is something in that name
+that seems to inspire absolute confidence. I pity any poor married
+woman whose husband is not called Ernest.
+
+\2 But, my dear child, do you mean to say you could not
+love me if I had some other name?
+
+\5 But what name?
+
+\2 Oh, any name you like \textemdash Algernon \textemdash for instance . . .
+
+\5 But I don't like the name of Algernon.
+
+\2 Well, my own dear, sweet, loving little darling, I
+really can't see why you should object to the name of Algernon. It
+is not at all a bad name. In fact, it is rather an aristocratic
+name. Half of the chaps who get into the Bankruptcy Court are
+called Algernon. But seriously, Cecily . . . \[Moving to her\] . . .
+if my name was Algy, couldn't you love me?
+
+\5 \[rising\] I might respect you, Ernest, I might admire
+your character, but I fear that I should not be able to give you my
+undivided attention.
+
+\2 Ahem! Cecily! \[Picking up hat\] Your Rector here is,
+I suppose, thoroughly experienced in the practice of all the rites
+and ceremonials of the Church?
+
+\5 Oh, yes. Dr. Chasuble is a most learned man. He has
+never written a single book, so you can imagine how much he knows.
+
+\2 I must see him at once on a most important christening
+\textemdash I mean on most important business.
+
+\5 Oh!
+
+\2 I shan't be away more than half an hour.
+
+\5 Considering that we have been engaged since February the
+14th, and that I only met you to-day for the first time, I think it
+is rather hard that you should leave me for so long a period as
+half an hour. Couldn't you make it twenty minutes?
+
+\2 I'll be back in no time. \[Kisses her and rushes down the garden.\]
+
+\5 What an impetuous boy he is! I like his hair so much. I
+must enter his proposal in my diary.
+
+\[c]Enter \8.\]
+
+\8 A Miss Fairfax has just called to see Mr. Worthing. On
+very important business, Miss Fairfax states.
+
+\5 Isn't Mr. Worthing in his library?
+
+\8 Mr. Worthing went over in the direction of the Rectory
+some time ago.
+
+\5 Pray ask the lady to come out here; Mr. Worthing is sure
+to be back soon. And you can bring tea.
+
+\8 Yes, Miss.
+
+\[c]Goes out\]
+
+\5 Miss Fairfax! I suppose one of the many good elderly
+women who are associated with Uncle Jack in some of his
+philanthropic work in London. I don't quite like women who are
+interested in philanthropic work. I think it is so forward of
+them.
+
+\[c]Enter \8.\]
+
+\8 Miss Fairfax.
+
+\[c]Enter \4. Exit \8.\]
+
+\5 \[advancing to meet her\] Pray let me introduce myself to
+you. My name is Cecily Cardew.
+
+\7 Cecily Cardew? \[Moving to her and shaking hands\]
+What a very sweet name! Something tells me that we are going to be
+great friends. I like you already more than I can say. My first
+impressions of people are never wrong.
+
+\5 How nice of you to like me so much after we have known
+each other such a comparatively short time. Pray sit down.
+
+\4 \[still standing up\] I may call you Cecily, may I not?
+
+\5 With pleasure!
+
+\4 And you will always call me Gwendolen, won't you?
+
+\5 If you wish.
+
+\4 Then that is all quite settled, is it not?
+
+\5 I hope so. \[A pause. They both sit down together\]
+
+\4 Perhaps this might be a favourable opportunity for my
+mentioning who I am. My father is Lord Bracknell. You have never
+heard of papa, I suppose?
+
+\5 I don't think so.
+
+\4 Outside the family circle, papa, I am glad to say, is
+entirely unknown. I think that is quite as it should be. The home
+seems to me to be the proper sphere for the man. And certainly
+once a man begins to neglect his domestic duties he becomes
+painfully effeminate, does he not? And I don't like that. It
+makes men so very attractive. Cecily, mamma, whose views on
+education are remarkably strict, has brought me up to be extremely
+short-sighted; it is part of her system; so do you mind my looking
+at you through my glasses?
+
+\5 Oh! not at all, Gwendolen. I am very fond of being looked
+at.
+
+\4 \[After examining \5 carefully through a lorgnette\]\break
+You are here on a short visit, I suppose.
+
+\5 Oh no! I live here.
+
+\4 \[severely\] Really? Your mother, no doubt, or some
+female relative of advanced years, resides here also?
+
+\5 Oh no! I have no mother, nor, in fact, any relations.
+
+\4 Indeed?
+
+\5 My dear guardian, with the assistance of Miss Prism, has
+the arduous task of looking after me.
+
+\4 Your guardian?
+
+\5 Yes, I am Mr. Worthing's ward.
+
+\4 Oh! It is strange he never mentioned to me that he had
+a ward. How secretive of him! He grows more interesting hourly.
+I am not sure, however, that the news inspires me with feelings of
+unmixed delight. \[Rising and going to her\] I am very fond of
+you, Cecily; I have liked you ever since I met you! But I am bound
+to state that now that I know that you are Mr. Worthing's ward, I
+cannot help expressing a wish you were \textemdash well, just a little older
+than you seem to be \textemdash and not quite so very alluring in appearance.
+In fact, if I may speak candidly \textemdash
+
+\5 Pray do! I think that whenever one has anything
+unpleasant to say, one should always be quite candid.
+
+\4 Well, to speak with perfect candour, Cecily, I wish
+that you were fully forty-two, and more than usually plain for your
+age. Ernest has a strong upright nature. He is the very soul of
+truth and honour. Disloyalty would be as impossible to him as
+deception. But even men of the noblest possible moral character
+are extremely susceptible to the influence of the physical charms
+of others. Modern, no less than Ancient History, supplies us with
+many most painful examples of what I refer to. If it were not so,
+indeed, History would be quite unreadable.
+
+\5 I beg your pardon, Gwendolen, did you say Ernest?
+
+\4 Yes.
+
+\5 Oh, but it is not Mr. Ernest Worthing who is my guardian.
+It is his brother \textemdash his elder brother.
+
+\4 \[sitting down again\] Ernest never mentioned to me
+that he had a brother.
+
+\5 I am sorry to say they have not been on good terms for a
+long time.
+
+\4 Ah! that accounts for it. And now that I think of it I
+have never heard any man mention his brother. The subject seems
+distasteful to most men. Cecily, you have lifted a load from my
+mind. I was growing almost anxious. It would have been terrible
+if any cloud had come across a friendship like ours, would it not?
+Of course you are quite, quite sure that it is not Mr. Ernest
+Worthing who is your guardian?
+
+\5 Quite sure. \[A pause\] In fact, I am going to be his.
+
+\4 \[inquiringly\] I beg your pardon?
+
+\5 \[rather shy and confidingly\] Dearest Gwendolen, there is
+no reason why I should make a secret of it to you. Our little
+county newspaper is sure to chronicle the fact next week. Mr.
+Ernest Worthing and I are engaged to be married.
+
+\4 \[quite politely, rising\] My darling Cecily, I think
+there must be some slight error. Mr. Ernest Worthing is engaged to
+me. The announcement will appear in the \textit{Morning Post} on Saturday
+at the latest.
+
+\5 \[very politely, rising\] I am afraid you must be under
+some misconception. Ernest proposed to me exactly ten minutes ago.
+%\[Shows diary\]
+
+\4 \[examines diary through her lorgnettte carefully\] It
+is certainly very curious, for he asked me to be his wife yesterday
+afternoon at 5.30. If you would care to verify the incident, pray
+do so. \[Produces diary of her own\] I never travel without my
+diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the
+train. I am so sorry, dear Cecily, if it is any disappointment to
+you, but I am afraid I have the prior claim.
+
+\5 It would distress me more than I can tell you, dear
+Gwendolen, if it caused you any mental or physical anguish, but I
+feel bound to point out that since Ernest proposed to you he
+clearly has changed his mind.
+
+\4 \[meditatively\] If the poor fellow has been entrapped
+into any foolish promise I shall consider it my duty to rescue him
+at once, and with a firm hand.
+
+\5 \[thoughtfully and sadly\] Whatever unfortunate
+entanglement my dear boy may have got into, I will never reproach
+him with it after we are married.
+
+\4 Do you allude to me, Miss Cardew, as an entanglement?
+You are presumptuous. On an occasion of this kind it becomes more
+than a moral duty to speak one's mind. It becomes a pleasure.
+
+\5 Do you suggest, Miss Fairfax, that I entrapped Ernest into
+an engagement? How dare you? This is no time for wearing the
+shallow mask of manners. When I see a spade I call it a spade.
+
+\4 \[satirically\] I am glad to say that I have never seen
+a spade. It is obvious that our social spheres have been widely
+different.
+
+\[Enter \8, followed by the footman. He carries a salver,
+table cloth, and plate stand. \5 is about to retort. The
+presence of the servants exercises a restraining influence, under
+which both girls chafe.\]
+
+\8 Shall I lay tea here as usual, Miss?
+
+\5 \[sternly, in a calm voice\] Yes, as usual.
+
+\[\8 begins to clear table and lay cloth. A long pause. \5 and
+\4 glare at each other\]
+
+
+\4 \DriveOut* Are there many interesting walks in the vicinity, Miss
+Cardew?
+
+\5 Oh! yes! a great many. From the top of one of the hills
+quite close one can see five counties.
+
+\4 Five counties! I don't think I should like that; I
+hate crowds.
+
+\5 \[sweetly\] I suppose that is why you live in town?
+\[\4 bites her lip, and beats her foot nervously with her
+parasol\]
+
+\4 \[looking round\] Quite a well-kept garden this is,
+Miss Cardew.
+
+\5 So glad you like it, Miss Fairfax.
+
+\4 I had no idea there were any flowers in the country.
+
+\5 Oh, flowers are as common here, Miss Fairfax, as people
+are in London.
+
+\4 Personally I cannot understand how anybody manages to
+exist in the country, if anybody who is anybody does. The country
+always bores me to death.
+
+\5 Ah! This is what the newspapers call agricultural
+depression, is it not? I believe the aristocracy are suffering
+very much from it just at present. It is almost an epidemic
+amongst them, I have been told. May I offer you some tea, Miss
+Fairfax?
+
+\4\[with elaborate politeness\] Thank you. \[Aside\] Detestable girl!
+But I require tea!
+
+\5 \[sweetly\] Sugar?
+
+\4 \[superciliously\] No, thank you. Sugar is not
+fashionable any more. \[\5 looks angrily at her, takes up the
+tongs and puts four lumps of sugar into the cup\]
+
+\5 \[severely\] Cake or bread and butter?
+
+\4 \[in a bored manner\] Bread and butter, please. Cake
+is rarely seen at the best houses nowadays.
+
+\5 \[cuts a very large slice of cake, and puts it on the
+tray\] Hand that to Miss Fairfax.
+
+\[\8 does so, and goes out with footman. \4 drinks the
+tea and makes a grimace. Puts down cup at once, reaches out her
+hand to the bread and butter, looks at it, and finds it is cake.
+Rises in indignation.\]
+
+\4 You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though
+I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me
+cake. I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the
+extraordinary sweetness of my nature, but I warn you, Miss Cardew,
+you may go too far.
+
+\5 \[rising\] To save my poor, innocent, trusting boy from
+the machinations of any other girl there are no lengths to which I
+would not go.
+
+\4 From the moment I saw you I distrusted you. I felt
+that you were false and deceitful. I am never deceived in such
+matters. My first impressions of people are invariably right.
+
+\5 It seems to me, Miss Fairfax, that I am trespassing on
+your valuable time. No doubt you have many other calls of a
+similar character to make in the neighbourhood.
+
+\[c]Enter \1.\]
+
+\4 \[catching sight of him\] Ernest! My own Ernest!
+
+\1 Gwendolen! Darling! \[Offers to kiss her\]
+
+\4 \[draws back\] A moment! May I ask if you are engaged
+to be married to this young lady? \[Points to \5\]
+
+\1 \[laughing\] To dear little Cecily! Of course not! What
+could have put such an idea into your pretty little head?
+
+\4 Thank you. You may! \[Offers her cheek\]
+
+\5 \[very sweetly\] I knew there must be some
+misunderstanding, Miss Fairfax. The gentleman whose arm is at
+present round your waist is my guardian, Mr. John Worthing.
+
+\4 I beg your pardon?
+
+\5 This is Uncle Jack.
+
+\4 \[receding\] Jack! Oh!
+
+\[c]Enter \2.\]
+
+\5 Here is Ernest.
+
+\2 \[goes straight over to \5 without noticing any one
+else\]
+
+My own love! \[Offers to kiss her\]
+
+\5 \[drawing back\] A moment, Ernest! May I ask you \textemdash are
+you engaged to be married to this young lady?
+
+\2 \[looking round\] To what young lady? Good heavens!\break
+Gwendolen!
+
+\5 Yes! to good heavens, Gwendolen, I mean to Gwendolen.
+
+\2 \[laughing\] Of course not! What could have put such an
+idea into your pretty little head?
+
+\5 Thank you. \[Presenting her cheek to be kissed\] You may.\hfil\break
+\[\2 kisses her\]
+
+\4 I felt there was some slight error, Miss Cardew. The
+gentleman who is now embracing you is my cousin, Mr. Algernon
+Moncrieff.
+
+\5 \[breaking away from \2\] Algernon Moncrieff! Oh!
+\[The two girls move towards each other and put their arms round
+each other's waists as if for protection\]
+
+\5 Are you called Algernon?
+
+\2 I cannot deny it.
+
+\5 Oh!
+
+\4 Is your name really John?
+
+\1 \[standing rather proudly\] I could deny it if I liked. I
+could deny anything if I liked. But my name certainly is John. It
+has been John for years.
+
+\5 \[to \4\] A gross deception has been practised on
+both of us.
+
+\4 My poor wounded Cecily!
+
+\5 My sweet wronged Gwendolen!
+
+\4 \[slowly and seriously\] You will call me sister, will
+you not? \[They embrace. \1 and \2 groan and walk up and down\]
+
+\5 \[rather brightly\] There is just one question I would
+like to be allowed to ask my guardian.
+
+\4 An admirable idea! Mr. Worthing, there is just one
+question I would like to be permitted to put to you. Where is your
+brother Ernest? We are both engaged to be married to your brother
+Ernest, so it is a matter of some importance to us to know where
+your brother Ernest is at present.
+
+\1 \[slowly and hesitatingly\] Gwendolen \textemdash Cecily
+\textemdash it is very
+painful for me to be forced to speak the truth. It is the first
+time in my life that I have ever been reduced to such a painful
+position, and I am really quite inexperienced in doing anything of
+the kind. However, I will tell you quite frankly that I have no
+brother Ernest. I have no brother at all. I never had a brother
+in my life, and I certainly have not the smallest intention of ever
+having one in the future.
+
+\5 \[surprised\] No brother at all?
+
+\1 \[cheerily\] None!
+
+\4 \[severely\] Had you never a brother of any kind?
+
+\1 \[pleasantly\] Never. Not even of an kind.
+
+\4 I am afraid it is quite clear, Cecily, that neither of
+us is engaged to be married to any one.
+
+\5 It is not a very pleasant position for a young girl
+suddenly to find herself in. Is it?
+
+\4 Let us go into the house. They will hardly venture to
+come after us there.
+
+\5 No, men are so cowardly, aren't they?
+
+\[c]They retire into the house with scornful looks.\]
+
+\1 This ghastly state of things is what you call Bunburying, I
+suppose?
+
+\2 Yes, and a perfectly wonderful Bunbury it is. The most
+wonderful Bunbury I have ever had in my life.
+
+\1 Well, you've no right whatsoever to Bunbury here.
+
+\2 That is absurd. One has a right to Bunbury anywhere one
+chooses. Every serious Bunburyist knows that.
+
+\1 Serious Bunburyist! Good heavens!
+
+\2 Well, one must be serious about something, if one wants
+to have any amusement in life. I happen to be serious about
+Bunburying. What on earth you are serious about I haven't got the
+remotest idea. About everything, I should fancy. You have such an
+absolutely trivial nature.
+
+\1 Well, the only small satisfaction I have in the whole of
+this wretched business is that your friend Bunbury is quite
+exploded. You won't be able to run down to the country quite so
+often as you used to do, dear Algy. And a very good thing too.
+
+\2 Your brother is a little off colour, isn't he, dear
+Jack? You won't be able to disappear to London quite so frequently
+as your wicked custom was. And not a bad thing either.
+
+\1 As for your conduct towards Miss Cardew, I must say that
+your taking in a sweet, simple, innocent girl like that is quite
+inexcusable. To say nothing of the fact that she is my ward.
+
+\2 I can see no possible defence at all for your deceiving
+a brilliant, clever, thoroughly experienced young lady like Miss
+Fairfax. To say nothing of the fact that she is my cousin.
+
+\1 I wanted to be engaged to Gwendolen, that is all. I love
+her.
+
+\2 Well, I simply wanted to be engaged to Cecily. I adore
+her.
+
+\1 There is certainly no chance of your marrying Miss Cardew.
+
+\2 I don't think there is much likelihood, Jack, of you and
+Miss Fairfax being united.
+
+\1 Well, that is no business of yours.
+
+\2 If it was my business, I wouldn't talk about it.
+\[Begins to eat muffins\] It is very vulgar to talk about one's
+business. Only people like stock-brokers do that, and then merely
+at dinner parties.
+
+\1 How can you sit there, calmly eating muffins when we are in
+this horrible trouble, I can't make out. You seem to me to be
+perfectly heartless.
+
+\2 Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The
+butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat
+muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.
+
+\1 I say it's perfectly heartless your eating muffins at all,
+under the circumstances.
+
+\2 When I am in trouble, eating is the only thing that
+consoles me. Indeed, when I am in really great trouble, as any one
+who knows me intimately will tell you, I refuse everything except
+food and drink. At the present moment I am eating muffins because
+I am unhappy. Besides, I am particularly fond of muffins.
+\[r]Rising\]
+
+\1 \[rising\] Well, that is no reason why you should eat them
+all in that greedy way. \[Takes muffins from \2\]
+
+\2 \[offering tea-cake\] I wish you would have tea-cake
+instead. I don't like tea-cake.
+
+\1 Good heavens! I suppose a man may eat his own muffins in
+his own garden.
+
+\2 But you have just said it was perfectly heartless to eat
+muffins.
+
+\1 I said it was perfectly heartless of you, under the
+circumstances. That is a very different thing.
+
+\2 That may be. But the muffins are the same. \[He seizes
+the muffin-dish from \1\]
+
+\1 Algy, I wish to goodness you would go.
+
+\2 You can't possibly ask me to go without having some
+dinner. It's absurd. I never go without my dinner. No one ever
+does, except vegetarians and people like that. Besides I have just
+made arrangements with Dr. Chasuble to be christened at a quarter
+to six under the name of Ernest.
+
+\1 My dear fellow, the sooner you give up that nonsense the
+better. I made arrangements this morning with Dr. Chasuble to be
+christened myself at 5.30, and I naturally will take the name of
+Ernest. Gwendolen would wish it. We can't both be christened
+Ernest. It's absurd. Besides, I have a perfect right to be
+christened if I like. There is no evidence at all that I have ever
+been christened by anybody. I should think it extremely probable I
+never was, and so does Dr. Chasuble. It is entirely different in
+your case. You have been christened already.
+
+\2 Yes, but I have not been christened for years.
+
+\1 Yes, but you have been christened. That is the important
+thing.
+
+\2 Quite so. So I know my constitution can stand it. If
+you are not quite sure about your ever having been christened, I
+must say I think it rather dangerous your venturing on it now. It
+might make you very unwell. You can hardly have forgotten that
+some one very closely connected with you was very nearly carried
+off this week in Paris by a severe chill.
+
+\1 Yes, but you said yourself that a severe chill was not
+hereditary.
+
+\2 It usen't to be, I know \textemdash but I daresay it is now.
+Science is always making wonderful improvements in things.
+
+\1 \[picking up the muffin-dish\] Oh, that is nonsense; you are
+always talking nonsense.
+
+\2 Jack, you are at the muffins again! I wish you
+wouldn't. There are only two left. \[Takes them\] I told you I
+was particularly fond of muffins.
+
+\1 But I hate tea-cake.
+
+\2 Why on earth then do you allow tea-cake to be served up
+for your guests? What ideas you have of hospitality!
+
+\1 Algernon! I have already told you to go. I don't want you
+here. Why don't you go!
+
+\2 I haven't quite finished my tea yet! and there is still
+one muffin left.
+\[\1 groans, and sinks into a chair. \2 still continues eating.\]
+
+\Act \Scene
+
+\(c)Morning-room at the Manor House.\)
+
+\[\4 and \5 are at the window, looking out into the
+garden\]
+
+\4 The fact that they did not follow us at once into the
+house, as any one else would have done, seems to me to show that
+they have some sense of shame left.
+
+\5 They have been eating muffins. That looks like
+repentance.
+
+\4 \[after a pause\] They don't seem to notice us at all.
+Couldn't you cough?
+
+\5 But I haven't got a cough.
+
+\4 They're looking at us. What effrontery!
+
+\5 They're approaching. That's very forward of them.
+
+\4 Let us preserve a dignified silence.
+
+\5 Certainly. It's the only thing to do now.
+
+\[c]Enter \1 followed by \2 They whistle some dreadful\\ popular air from
+a British Opera\]
+
+\4 This dignified silence seems to produce an unpleasant
+effect.
+
+\5 A most distasteful one.
+
+\4 But we will not be the first to speak.
+
+\5 Certainly not.
+
+\4 Mr. Worthing, I have something very particular to ask
+you. Much depends on your reply.
+
+\5 Gwendolen, your common sense is invaluable. Mr.
+Moncrieff, kindly answer me the following question. Why did you
+pretend to be my guardian's brother?
+
+\2 In order that I might have an opportunity of meeting
+you.
+
+\5 \[to \4\] That certainly seems a satisfactory
+explanation, does it not?
+
+\4 Yes, dear, if you can believe him.
+
+\5 I don't. But that does not affect the wonderful beauty of
+his answer.
+
+\4 True. In matters of grave importance, style, not
+sincerity is the vital thing. Mr. Worthing, what explanation can
+you offer to me for pretending to have a brother? Was it in order
+that you might have an opportunity of coming up to town to see me
+as often as possible?
+
+\1 Can you doubt it, Miss Fairfax?
+
+\4 I have the gravest doubts upon the subject. But I
+intend to crush them. This is not the moment for German
+scepticism. \[Moving to \5\] Their explanations appear to be
+quite satisfactory, especially Mr. Worthing's. That seems to me to
+have the stamp of truth upon it.
+
+\5 I am more than content with what Mr. Moncrieff said. His
+voice alone inspires one with absolute credulity.
+
+\4 Then you think we should forgive them?
+
+\5 Yes. I mean no.
+
+\4 True! I had forgotten. There are principles at stake
+that one cannot surrender. Which of us should tell them? The task
+is not a pleasant one.
+
+\5 Could we not both speak at the same time?
+
+\4 An excellent idea! I nearly always speak at the same
+time as other people. Will you take the time from me?
+
+\5 Certainly. \[\4 beats time with uplifted finger\]
+\personae {Gwendolen \textit{and} Cecily} \[Speaking together\] Your Christian names are
+still an insuperable barrier. That is all!
+
+\personae {Jack \textit{and} Algernon}\[Speaking together\] Our Christian names! Is
+that all? But we are going to be christened this afternoon.
+
+\4 \[to \1\] For my sake you are prepared to do this
+terrible thing?
+
+\1 I am.
+
+\5 \[to \2\] To please me you are ready to face this
+fearful ordeal?
+
+\2 I am!
+
+\4 How absurd to talk of the equality of the sexes! Where
+questions of self-sacrifice are concerned, men are infinitely
+beyond us.
+
+\1 We are. \[Clasps hands with \2\]
+
+\5 They have moments of physical courage of which we women
+know absolutely nothing.
+
+\4 \[to \1\] Darling!
+
+\2 \[to \5\] Darling! \[They fall into each other's
+arms\]
+
+\[c]Enter \8 When he enters he coughs loudly,\\ seeing the
+situation\]
+
+\8 Ahem! Ahem! Lady Bracknell!
+
+\1 Good heavens!
+
+\[c]Enter \3 The couples separate in alarm.\\ Exit \8\]
+
+\3 Gwendolen! What does this mean?
+
+\4 Merely that I am engaged to be married to Mr. Worthing,
+mamma.
+
+\3 Come here. Sit down. Sit down immediately.
+Hesitation of any kind is a sign of mental decay in the young, of
+physical weakness in the old. \[Turns to \1\] Apprised, sir, of
+my daughter's sudden flight by her trusty maid, whose confidence I
+purchased by means of a small coin, I followed her at once by a
+luggage train. Her unhappy father is, I am glad to say, under the
+impression that she is attending a more than usually lengthy
+lecture by the University Extension Scheme on the Influence of a
+permanent income on Thought. I do not propose to undeceive him.
+Indeed I have never undeceived him on any question. I would
+consider it wrong. But of course, you will clearly understand that
+all communication between yourself and my daughter must cease
+immediately from this moment. On this point, as indeed on all
+points, I am firm.
+
+\1 I am engaged to be married to Gwendolen, Lady Bracknell!
+
+\3 You are nothing of the kind, sir. And now, as
+regards Algernon! . . . Algernon!
+
+\2 Yes, Aunt Augusta.
+
+\3 May I ask if it is in this house that your invalid
+friend Mr. Bunbury resides?
+
+\2 \[stammering\] Oh! No! Bunbury doesn't live here.
+Bunbury is somewhere else at present. In fact, Bunbury is dead,
+
+\3 Dead! When did Mr. Bunbury die? His death must
+have been extremely sudden.
+
+\2 \[airily\] Oh! I killed Bunbury this afternoon. I mean
+poor Bunbury died this afternoon.
+
+\3 What did he die of?
+
+\2 Bunbury? Oh, he was quite exploded.
+
+\3 Exploded! Was he the victim of a revolutionary
+outrage? I was not aware that Mr. Bunbury was interested in social
+legislation. If so, he is well punished for his morbidity.
+
+\2 My dear Aunt Augusta, I mean he was found out! The
+doctors found out that Bunbury could not live, that is what I mean
+\textemdash so Bunbury died.
+
+\3 He seems to have had great confidence in the
+opinion of his physicians. I am glad, however, that he made up his
+mind at the last to some definite course of action, and acted under
+proper medical advice. And now that we have finally got rid of
+this Mr. Bunbury, may I ask, Mr. Worthing, who is that young person
+whose hand my nephew Algernon is now holding in what seems to me a
+peculiarly unnecessary manner?
+
+\1 That lady is Miss Cecily Cardew, my ward. \[\3
+bows coldly to \5\]
+
+\2 I am engaged to be married to Cecily, Aunt Augusta.
+
+\3 I beg your pardon?
+
+\5 Mr. Moncrieff and I are engaged to be married, Lady
+Bracknell.
+
+\3 \[with a shiver, crossing to the sofa and sitting
+down\] I do not know whether there is anything peculiarly exciting
+in the air of this particular part of Hertfordshire, but the number
+of engagements that go on seems to me considerably above the proper
+average that statistics have laid down for our guidance. I think
+some preliminary inquiry on my part would not be out of place. Mr.
+Worthing, is Miss Cardew at all connected with any of the larger
+railway stations in London? I merely desire information. Until
+yesterday I had no idea that there were any families or persons
+whose origin was a Terminus. \[\1 looks perfectly furious, but
+restrains himself\]
+
+\1 \[in a clear, cold voice\] Miss Cardew is the grand-daughter
+of the late Mr. Thomas Cardew of 149 Belgrave Square, S.W.; Gervase
+Park, Dorking, Surrey; and the Sporran, Fifeshire, N.B.
+
+\3 That sounds not unsatisfactory. Three addresses
+always inspire confidence, even in tradesmen. But what proof have
+I of their authenticity?
+
+\1 I have carefully preserved the Court Guides of the period.
+They are open to your inspection, Lady Bracknell.
+
+\3 \[grimly\] I have known strange errors in that
+publication.
+
+\1 Miss Cardew's family solicitors are Messrs. Markby, Markby,
+and Markby.
+
+\3 Markby, Markby, and Markby? A firm of the very
+highest position in their profession. Indeed I am told that one of
+the Mr. Markby's is occasionally to be seen at dinner parties. So
+far I am satisfied.
+
+\1 \[very irritably\] How extremely kind of you, Lady
+Bracknell! I have also in my possession, you will be pleased to
+hear, certificates of Miss Cardew's birth, baptism, whooping cough,
+registration, vaccination, confirmation, and the measles; both the
+German and the English variety.
+
+\3 Ah! A life crowded with incident, I see; though
+perhaps somewhat too exciting for a young girl. I am not myself in
+favour of premature experiences. \[Rises, looks at her watch\]
+Gwendolen! the time approaches for our departure. We have not a
+moment to lose. As a matter of form, Mr. Worthing, I had better
+ask you if Miss Cardew has any little fortune?
+
+\1 Oh! about a hundred and thirty thousand pounds in the Funds.
+That is all. Goodbye, Lady Bracknell. So pleased to have seen
+you.
+
+\3 \[sitting down again\] A moment, Mr. Worthing. A
+hundred and thirty thousand pounds! And in the Funds! Miss Cardew
+seems to me a most attractive young lady, now that I look at her.
+Few girls of the present day have any really solid qualities, any
+of the qualities that last, and improve with time. We live, I
+regret to say, in an age of surfaces. \[To \5\] Come over
+here, dear. \[\5 goes across\] Pretty child! your dress is
+sadly simple, and your hair seems almost as Nature might have left
+it. But we can soon alter all that. A thoroughly experienced
+French maid produces a really marvellous result in a very brief
+space of time. I remember recommending one to young Lady Lancing,
+and after three months her own husband did not know her.
+
+\1 And after six months nobody knew her.
+
+\3 \[glares at \1 for a few moments. Then bends,
+with a practised smile, to \5\] Kindly turn round, sweet
+child. \[\5 turns completely round\] No, the side view is what
+I want. \[\5 presents her profile\] Yes, quite as I expected.
+There are distinct social possibilities in your profile. The two
+weak points in our age are its want of principle and its want of
+profile. The chin a little higher, dear. Style largely depends on
+the way the chin is worn. They are worn very high, just at
+present. Algernon!
+
+\2 Yes, Aunt Augusta!
+
+\3 There are distinct social possibilities in Miss
+Cardew's profile.
+
+\2 Cecily is the sweetest, dearest, prettiest girl in the
+whole world. And I don't care twopence about social possibilities.
+
+\3 Never speak disrespectfully of Society, Algernon.
+Only people who can't get into it do that. \[To \5\] Dear
+child, of course you know that Algernon has nothing but his debts
+to depend upon. But I do not approve of mercenary marriages. When
+I married Lord Bracknell I had no fortune of any kind. But I never
+dreamed for a moment of allowing that to stand in my way. Well, I
+suppose I must give my consent.
+
+\2 Thank you, Aunt Augusta.
+
+\3 Cecily, you may kiss me!
+
+\5 \[kisses her\] Thank you, Lady Bracknell.
+
+\3 You may also address me as Aunt Augusta for the
+future.
+
+\5 Thank you, Aunt Augusta.
+
+\3 The marriage, I think, had better take place quite
+soon.
+
+\2 Thank you, Aunt Augusta.
+
+\5 Thank you, Aunt Augusta.
+
+\3 To speak frankly, I am not in favour of long
+engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each
+other's character before marriage, which I think is never
+advisable.
+
+\1 I beg your pardon for interrupting you, Lady Bracknell, but
+this engagement is quite out of the question. I am Miss Cardew's
+guardian, and she cannot marry without my consent until she comes
+of age. That consent I absolutely decline to give.
+
+\3 Upon what grounds may I ask? Algernon is an
+extremely, I may almost say an ostentatiously, eligible young man.
+He has nothing, but he looks everything. What more can one desire?
+
+\1 It pains me very much to have to speak frankly to you, Lady
+Bracknell, about your nephew, but the fact is that I do not approve
+at all of his moral character. I suspect him of being untruthful.
+\[\2 and \5 look at him in indignant amazement\]
+
+\3 Untruthful! My nephew Algernon? Impossible! He
+is an Oxonian.
+
+\1 I fear there can be no possible doubt about the matter.
+This afternoon during my temporary absence in London on an
+important question of romance, he obtained admission to my house by
+means of the false pretence of being my brother. Under an assumed
+name he drank, I've just been informed by my butler, an entire pint
+bottle of my Perrier-Jouet, Brut, '89; wine I was specially
+reserving for myself. Continuing his disgraceful deception, he
+succeeded in the course of the afternoon in alienating the
+affections of my only ward. He subsequently stayed to tea, and
+devoured every single muffin. And what makes his conduct all the
+more heartless is, that he was perfectly well aware from the first
+that I have no brother, that I never had a brother, and that I
+don't intend to have a brother, not even of any kind. I distinctly
+told him so myself yesterday afternoon.
+
+\3 Ahem! Mr. Worthing, after careful consideration I
+have decided entirely to overlook my nephew's conduct to you.
+
+\1 That is very generous of you, Lady Bracknell. My own
+decision, however, is unalterable. I decline to give my consent.
+
+\3 \[to \5\] Come here, sweet child. \[\5
+goes over\] How old are you, dear?
+
+\5 Well, I am really only eighteen, but I always admit to
+twenty when I go to evening parties.
+
+\3 You are perfectly right in making some slight
+alteration. Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about
+her age. It looks so calculating . . . \[In a meditative manner\]
+Eighteen, but admitting to twenty at evening parties. Well, it
+will not be very long before you are of age and free from the
+restraints of tutelage. So I don't think your guardian's consent
+is, after all, a matter of any importance.
+
+\1 Pray excuse me, Lady Bracknell, for interrupting you again,
+but it is only fair to tell you that according to the terms of her
+grandfather's will Miss Cardew does not come legally of age till
+she is thirty-five.
+
+\3 That does not seem to me to be a grave objection.
+Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of
+women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice,
+remained thirty-five for years. Lady Dumbleton is an instance in
+point. To my own knowledge she has been thirty-five ever since she
+arrived at the age of forty, which was many years ago now. I see
+no reason why our dear Cecily should not be even still more
+attractive at the age you mention than she is at present. There
+will be a large accumulation of property.
+
+\5 Algy, could you wait for me till I was thirty-five?
+
+\2 Of course I could, Cecily. You know I could.
+
+\5 Yes, I felt it instinctively, but I couldn't wait all that
+time. I hate waiting even five minutes for anybody. It always
+makes me rather cross. I am not punctual myself, I know, but I do
+like punctuality in others, and waiting, even to be married, is
+quite out of the question.
+
+\2 Then what is to be done, Cecily?
+
+\5 I don't know, Mr. Moncrieff.
+
+\3 My dear Mr. Worthing, as Miss Cardew states
+positively that she cannot wait till she is thirty-five \textemdash a remark
+which I am bound to say seems to me to show a somewhat impatient
+nature \textemdash I would beg of you to reconsider your decision.
+
+\1 But my dear Lady Bracknell, the matter is entirely in your
+own hands. The moment you consent to my marriage with Gwendolen, I
+will most gladly allow your nephew to form an alliance with my
+ward.
+
+\3 \[rising and drawing herself up\] You must be
+quite aware that what you propose is out of the question.
+
+\1 Then a passionate celibacy is all that any of us can look
+forward to.
+
+\3 That is not the destiny I propose for Gwendolen.
+Algernon, of course, can choose for himself. \[Pulls out her
+watch\] Come, dear, \[\4 rises\] we have already missed five,
+if not six, trains. To miss any more might expose us to comment on
+the platform.
+
+\[c]Enter \7\]
+
+\7 Everything is quite ready for the christenings.
+
+\3 The christenings, sir! Is not that somewhat
+premature?
+
+\7 \[looking rather puzzled, and pointing to \1 and
+\2\] Both these gentlemen have expressed a desire for
+immediate baptism.
+
+\3 At their age? The idea is grotesque and
+irreligious! Algernon, I forbid you to be baptized. I will not
+hear of such excesses. Lord Bracknell would be highly displeased
+if he learned that that was the way in which you wasted your time
+and money.
+
+\7 Am I to understand then that there are to he no
+christenings at all this afternoon?
+
+\1 I don't think that, as things are now, it would be of much
+practical value to either of us, Dr.~Chasuble.
+
+\7 I am grieved to hear such sentiments from you, Mr.
+Worthing. They savour of the heretical views of the Anabaptists,
+views that I have completely refuted in four of my unpublished
+sermons. However, as your present mood seems to be one peculiarly
+secular, I will return to the church at once. Indeed, I have just
+been informed by the pew-opener that for the last hour and a half
+Miss Prism has been waiting for me in the vestry.
+
+\3 \[starting\] Miss Prism! Did I bear you mention a
+Miss Prism?
+
+\7 Yes, Lady Bracknell. I am on my way to join her.
+
+\3 Pray allow me to detain you for a moment. This
+matter may prove to be one of vital importance to Lord Bracknell
+and myself. Is this Miss Prism a female of repellent aspect,
+remotely connected with education?
+
+\7 \[somewhat indignantly\] She is the most cultivated of
+ladies, and the very picture of respectability.
+
+\3 It is obviously the same person. May I ask what
+position she holds in your household?
+
+\7 \[severely\] I am a celibate, madam.
+
+\1 \[interposing\] Miss Prism, Lady Bracknell, has been for the
+last three years Miss Cardew's esteemed governess and valued
+companion.
+
+\3 In spite of what I hear of her, I must see her at
+once. Let her be sent for.
+
+\7 \[looking off\] She approaches; she is nigh.
+
+\[c]Enter \6 hurriedly\]
+
+\6 I was told you expected me in the vestry, dear Canon.
+I have been waiting for you there for an hour and three-quarters.
+\[Catches sight of \3, who has fixed her with a stony
+glare. \6 grows pale and quails. She looks anxiously
+round as if desirous to escape\]
+
+\3 \[in a severe, judicial voice\] Prism! \[\6
+bows her head in shame\] Come here, Prism! \[\6
+approaches in a humble manner\] Prism! Where is that baby?
+\[General consternation. The Canon starts back in horror. \2
+and \1 pretend to be anxious to shield \5 and \4 from
+hearing the details of a terrible public scandal\] Twenty-eight
+years ago, Prism, you left Lord Bracknell's house, Number 104,
+Upper Grosvenor Street, in charge of a perambulator that contained
+a baby of the male sex. You never returned. A few weeks later,
+through the elaborate investigations of the Metropolitan police,
+the perambulator was discovered at midnight, standing by itself in
+a remote corner of Bayswater. It contained the manuscript of a
+three-volume novel of more than usually revolting sentimentality.
+\[\6 starts in involuntary indignation\] But the baby was
+not there! \[Every one looks at \6\] Prism! Where is that
+baby? \[A pause\]
+
+\6 Lady Bracknell, I admit with shame that I do not know.
+I only wish I did. The plain facts of the case are these. On the
+morning of the day you mention, a day that is for ever branded on
+my memory, I prepared as usual to take the baby out in its
+perambulator. I had also with me a somewhat old, but capacious
+hand-bag in which I had intended to place the manuscript of a work
+of fiction that I had written during my few unoccupied hours. In a
+moment of mental abstraction, for which I never can forgive myself,
+I deposited the manuscript in the basinette, and placed the baby in
+the hand-bag.
+
+\1 \[who has been listening attentively\] But where did you
+deposit the hand-bag?
+
+\6 Do not ask me, Mr. Worthing.
+
+\1 Miss Prism, this is a matter of no small importance to me.
+I insist on knowing where you deposited the hand-bag that contained
+that infant.
+
+\6 I left it in the cloak-room of one of the larger
+railway stations in London.
+
+\1 What railway station?
+
+\6 \[quite crushed\] Victoria. The Brighton line. \[Sinks into a chair\]
+
+\1 I must retire to my room for a moment. Gwendolen, wait here
+for me.
+
+\4 If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all
+my life.
+
+\[c]Exit \1 in great excitement\]
+
+\7 What do you think this means, Lady Bracknell?
+
+\3 I dare not even suspect, Dr.~Chasuble. I need
+hardly tell you that in families of high position strange
+coincidences are not supposed to occur. They are hardly considered
+the thing.
+
+\[c]Noises heard overhead as if some one was throwing trunks about.\\
+Every one looks up\]
+
+\5 Uncle Jack seems strangely agitated.
+
+\7 Your guardian has a very emotional nature.
+
+\3 This noise is extremely unpleasant. It sounds as
+if he was having an argument. I dislike arguments of any kind.
+They are always vulgar, and often convincing.
+
+\7 \[looking up\] It has stopped now. \[The noise is
+redoubled\]
+
+\3 I wish he would arrive at some conclusion.
+
+\4 This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.
+
+\[c]Enter \1 with a hand-bag of black leather in his hand\]
+
+\1 \[rushing over to \6\] Is this the handbag, Miss
+Prism? Examine it carefully before you speak. The happiness of
+more than one life depends on your answer.
+
+\6 \[calmly\] It seems to be mine. Yes, here is the
+injury it received through the upsetting of a Gower Street omnibus
+in younger and happier days. Here is the stain on the lining
+caused by the explosion of a temperance beverage, an incident that
+occurred at Leamington. And here, on the lock, are my initials. I
+had forgotten that in an extravagant mood I had had them placed
+there. The bag is undoubtedly mine. I am delighted to have it so
+unexpectedly restored to me. It has been a great inconvenience
+being without it all these years.
+
+\1 \[in a pathetic voice\] Miss Prism, more is restored to you
+than this hand-bag. I was the baby you placed in it.
+
+\6 \[amazed\] You?
+
+\1 \[embracing her\] Yes . . . mother!
+
+\6 \[recoiling in indignant astonishment\] Mr. Worthing!
+I am unmarried
+
+\1 Unmarried! I do not deny that is a serious blow. But after
+all, who has the right to cast a stone against one who has
+suffered? Cannot repentance wipe out an act of folly? Why should
+there be one law for men, and another for women? Mother, I forgive
+you. \[Tries to embrace her again\]
+
+\6 \[still more indignant\] Mr. Worthing, there is some
+error. \[Pointing to \3\] There is the lady who can
+tell you who you really are.
+
+\1 \[after a pause\] Lady Bracknell, I hate to seem
+inquisitive, but would you kindly inform me who I am?
+
+\3 I am afraid that the news I have to give you will
+not altogether please you. You are the son of my poor sister, Mrs.
+Moncrieff, and consequently Algernon's elder brother.
+
+\1 Algy's elder brother! Then I have a brother after all. I
+knew I had a brother! I always said I had a brother! Cecily,
+\textemdash
+how could you have ever doubted that I had a brother? \[Seizes hold
+of \2\] Dr.~Chasuble, my unfortunate brother. Miss Prism,
+my unfortunate brother. Gwendolen, my unfortunate brother. Algy,
+you young scoundrel, you will have to treat me with more respect in
+the future. You have never behaved to me like a brother in all
+your life.
+
+\2 Well, not till to-day, old boy, I admit. I did my best,
+however, though I was out of practice.
+
+\[c]Shakes hands\]
+
+\4 \[to \1\] My own! But what own are you? What is
+your Christian name, now that you have become some one else?
+
+\1 Good heavens! . . . I had quite forgotten that point. Your
+decision on the subject of my name is irrevocable, I suppose?
+
+\4 I never change, except in my affections.
+
+\5 What a noble nature you have, Gwendolen!
+
+\1 Then the question had better be cleared up at once. Aunt
+Augusta, a moment. At the time when Miss Prism left me in the
+hand-bag, had I been christened already?
+
+\3 {\hbadness=1500
+ Every luxury that money could buy, including \break
+christening, had been lavished on you by your fond and doting
+parents.}
+
+\1 Then I was christened! That is settled. Now, what name was
+I given? Let me know the worst.
+
+\3 Being the eldest son you were naturally christened
+after your father.
+
+\1 \[irritably\] Yes, but what was my father's Christian name?
+
+\3 \[meditatively\] I cannot at the present moment
+recall what the General's Christian name was. But I have no doubt
+he had one. He was eccentric, I admit. But only in later years.
+And that was the result of the Indian climate, and marriage, and
+indigestion, and other things of that kind.
+
+\1 Algy! Can't you recollect what our father's Christian name
+was?
+
+\2 My dear boy, we were never even on speaking terms. He
+died before I was a year old.
+
+\1 His name would appear in the Army Lists of the period, I
+suppose, Aunt Augusta?
+
+\3 The General was essentially a man of peace, except
+in his domestic life. But I have no doubt his name would appear in
+any military directory.
+
+\1 The Army Lists of the last forty years are here. These
+delightful records should have been my constant study. \[Rushes to
+bookcase and tears the books out\] M. Generals . . . Mallam,
+Maxbohm, Magley, what ghastly names they have \textemdash Markby, Migsby,
+Mobbs, Moncrieff! Lieutenant 1840, Captain, Lieutenant-Colonel,
+Colonel, General 1869, Christian names, Ernest John. \[Puts book
+very quietly down and speaks quite calmly\] I always told you,
+Gwendolen, my name was Ernest, didn't I? Well, it is Ernest after
+all. I mean it naturally is Ernest.
+
+\3 Yes, I remember now that the General was called
+Ernest, I knew I had some particular reason for disliking the name.
+
+\4 Ernest! My own Ernest! I felt from the first that you
+could have no other name!
+
+\1 Gwendolen, it is a terrible thing for a man to find out
+suddenly that all his life he has been speaking nothing but the
+truth. Can you forgive me?
+
+\4 I can. For I feel that you are sure to change.
+
+\1 My own one!
+
+\7 \[to \6\] Laetitia! \[Embraces her\]
+
+\6 \[enthusiastically\] Frederick! At last!
+
+\2 Cecily! \[Embraces her\] At last!
+
+\1 Gwendolen! \[Embraces her\] At last!
+
+\3 My nephew, you seem to be displaying signs of
+triviality.
+
+\1 On the contrary, Aunt Augusta, I've now realised for the
+first time in my life the vital Importance of Being Earnest.
+
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+\titulus {\scshape tableau\\[1\leading] curtain}
+\endDrama
+
+\end{document}
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+\ExampleTitle [d]{GOETHE \textperiodcentered\space FAUST}
+ {\RelSize{-2} Der Trag\"odie erster Teil}
+ {Einmalige Jubil\"aumausgabe\\
+ zum 250. Geburtstag Goethes\\
+ am 28.8.1999\\[.75ex]
+ Verlag C.H. Beck M\"unchen}
+
+
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+\TITEL {{\RelSize{+1}FAUST}\\[2ex]\textsc{eine trag\"odie}}
+\newpage \thispagestyle{empty}
+\Versus
+\numerus{1}
+
+\Titel{Zueignung}
+
+{\Forma \strophae [8] {0}
+
+Ihr naht euch wieder, schwankende Gestalten,
+Die früh sich einst dem trüben Blick gezeigt.
+Versuch ich wohl, euch diesmal festzuhalten?
+Fühl ich mein Herz noch jenem Wahn geneigt?
+Ihr drängt euch zu! nun gut, so mögt ihr walten,
+Wie ihr aus Dunst und Nebel um mich steigt;
+Mein Busen fühlt sich jugendlich erschüttert
+Vom Zauberhauch, der euren Zug umwittert.
+
+Ihr bringt mit euch die Bilder froher Tage,
+Und manche liebe Schatten steigen auf;
+Gleich einer alten, halbverklungnen Sage
+Kommt erste Lieb und Freundschaft mit herauf;
+Der Schmerz wird neu, es wiederholt die Klage
+Des Lebens labyrinthisch irren Lauf,
+Und nennt die Guten, die, um schöne Stunden
+Vom Glück getäuscht, vor mir hinweggeschwunden.
+
+Sie hören nicht die folgenden Gesänge,
+Die Seelen, denen ich die ersten sang;
+Zerstoben ist das freundliche Gedränge,
+Verklungen, ach! der erste Widerklang.
+Mein Lied ertönt der unbekannten Menge,
+Ihr Beifall selbst macht meinem Herzen bang,
+Und was sich sonst an meinem Lied erfreuet,
+Wenn es noch lebt, irrt in der Welt zerstreuet.
+
+Und mich ergreift ein längst entwöhntes Sehnen
+Nach jenem stillen, ernsten Geisterreich,
+Es schwebet nun in unbestimmten Tönen
+Mein lispelnd Lied, der Äolsharfe gleich,
+Ein Schauer faßt mich, Träne folgt den Tränen,
+Das strenge Herz, es fühlt sich mild und weich;
+Was ich besitze, seh ich wie im Weiten,
+Und was verschwand, wird mir zu Wirklichkeiten.
+}
+
+\Drama
+
+\Titel {Vorspiel auf dem Theater}
+
+\persona*[1]{Direktor}
+\persona*[2]{Dichter \\ Theaterdichter }
+\persona*[3]{Lustige Person}
+
+\(\1. \2. \3\)
+
+
+\1 Ihr beiden, die ihr mir so oft,
+In Not und Trübsal, beigestanden,
+Sagt, was ihr wohl in deutschen Landen
+Von unsrer Unternehmung hofft?
+Ich wünschte sehr der Menge zu behagen,
+Besonders weil sie lebt und leben läßt.
+Die Pfosten sind, die Bretter aufgeschlagen,
+Und jedermann erwartet sich ein Fest.
+Sie sitzen schon mit hohen Augenbraunen
+Gelassen da und möchten gern erstaunen.
+Ich weiß, wie man den Geist des Volks versöhnt;
+Doch so verlegen bin ich nie gewesen:
+Zwar sind sie an das Beste nicht gewöhnt,
+Allein sie haben schrecklich viel gelesen.
+Wie machen wir's, daß alles frisch und neu
+Und mit Bedeutung auch gefällig sei?
+Denn freilich mag ich gern die Menge sehen,
+Wenn sich der Strom nach unsrer Bude drängt,
+Und mit gewaltig wiederholten Wehen
+Sich durch die enge Gnadenpforte zwängt;
+Bei hellem Tage, schon vor vieren,
+Mit Stößen sich bis an die Kasse ficht
+Und, wie in Hungersnot um Brot an Bäckertüren,
+Um ein Billet sich fast die Hälse bricht.
+Dies Wunder wirkt auf so verschiedne Leute
+Der Dichter nur; mein Freund, o tu es heute!
+\2
+O sprich mir nicht von jener bunten Menge,
+Bei deren Anblick uns der Geist entflieht.
+Verhülle mir das wogende Gedränge,
+Das wider Willen uns zum Strudel zieht.
+Nein, führe mich zur stillen Himmelsenge,
+Wo nur dem Dichter reine Freude blüht;
+Wo Lieb und Freundschaft unsres Herzens Segen
+Mit Götterhand erschaffen und erpflegen.
+
+Ach! was in tiefer Brust uns da entsprungen,
+Was sich die Lippe schüchtern vorgelallt,
+Mißraten jetzt und jetzt vielleicht gelungen,
+Verschlingt des wilden Augenblicks Gewalt.
+Oft, wenn es erst durch Jahre durchgedrungen,
+Erscheint es in vollendeter Gestalt.
+Was glänzt, ist für den Augenblick geboren,
+Das Echte bleibt der Nachwelt unverloren.
+\3
+Wenn ich nur nichts von Nachwelt hören sollte.
+Gesetzt, daß ich von Nachwelt reden wollte,
+Wer machte denn der Mitwelt Spaß?
+Den will sie doch und soll ihn haben.
+Die Gegenwart von einem braven Knaben
+Ist, dächt ich, immer auch schon was.
+Wer sich behaglich mitzuteilen weiß,
+Den wird des Volkes Laune nicht erbittern;
+Er wünscht sich einen großen Kreis,
+Um ihn gewisser zu erschüttern.
+Drum seid nur brav und zeigt euch musterhaft,
+Laßt Phantasie, mit allen ihren Chören,
+Vernunft, Verstand, Empfindung, Leidenschaft,
+Doch, merkt euch wohl! nicht ohne Narrheit hören.
+\1
+Besonders aber laßt genug geschehn!
+Man kommt zu schaun, man will am liebsten sehn.
+Wird vieles vor den Augen abgesponnen,
+So daß die Menge staunend gaffen kann,
+Da habt Ihr in der Breite gleich gewonnen,
+Ihr seid ein vielgeliebter Mann.
+Die Masse könnt Ihr nur durch Masse zwingen,
+Ein jeder sucht sich endlich selbst was aus.
+Wer vieles bringt, wird manchem etwas bringen;
+Und jeder geht zufrieden aus dem Haus.
+Gebt Ihr ein Stück, so gebt es gleich in Stücken!
+Solch ein Ragout, es muß Euch glücken;
+Leicht ist es vorgelegt, so leicht als ausgedacht.
+Was hilft's, wenn Ihr ein Ganzes dargebracht?
+Das Publikum wird es Euch doch zerpflücken.
+\2
+Ihr fühlet nicht, wie schlecht ein solches Handwerk sei!
+Wie wenig das dem echten Künstler zieme!
+Der saubern Herren Pfuscherei
+Ist. merk ich. schon bei Euch Maxime.
+\1 Ein solcher Vorwurf läßt mich ungekränkt:
+Ein Mann, der recht zu wirken denkt,
+Muß auf das beste Werkzeug halten.
+Bedenkt, Ihr habet weiches Holz zu spalten,
+Und seht nur hin, für wen Ihr schreibt!
+Wenn diesen Langeweile treibt,
+Kommt jener satt vom übertischten Mahle,
+Und, was das Allerschlimmste bleibt,
+Gar mancher kommt vom Lesen der Journale.
+Man eilt zerstreut zu uns, wie zu den Maskenfesten,
+Und Neugier nur beflügelt jeden Schritt;
+Die Damen geben sich und ihren Putz zum besten
+Und spielen ohne Gage mit.
+Was träumet Ihr auf Eurer Dichterhöhe?
+Was macht ein volles Haus Euch froh?
+Beseht die Gönner in der Nähe!
+Halb sind sie kalt, halb sind sie roh.
+Der, nach dem Schauspiel, hofft ein Kartenspiel,
+Der eine wilde Nacht an einer Dirne Busen.
+Was plagt ihr armen Toren viel,
+Zu solchem Zweck, die holden Musen?
+Ich sag Euch, gebt nur mehr und immer, immer mehr,
+So könnt Ihr Euch vom Ziele nie verirren
+Sucht nur die Menschen zu verwirren,
+Sie zu befriedigen, ist schwer--
+Was fällt Euch an? Entzückung oder Schmerzen?
+\2 Geh hin und such dir einen andern Knecht!
+Der Dichter sollte wohl das höchste Recht,
+Das Menschenrecht, das ihm Natur vergönnt,
+Um deinetwillen freventlich verscherzen!
+Wodurch bewegt er alle Herzen?
+Wodurch besiegt er jedes Element?
+Ist es der Einklang nicht, der aus dem Busen dringt,
+Und in sein Herz die Welt zurücke schlingt?
+Wenn die Natur des Fadens ew'ge Länge,
+Gleichgültig drehend, auf die Spindel zwingt,
+Wenn aller Wesen unharmon'sche Menge
+Verdrießlich durcheinander klingt--
+Wer teilt die fließend immer gleiche Reihe
+Belebend ab, daß sie sich rhythmisch regt?
+Wer ruft das Einzelne zur allgemeinen Weihe,
+Wo es in herrlichen Akkorden schlägt?
+Wer läßt den Sturm zu Leidenschaften wüten?
+Das Abendrot im ernsten Sinne glühn?
+Wer schüttet alle schönen Frühlingsblüten
+Auf der Geliebten Pfade hin?
+Wer flicht die unbedeutend grünen Blätter
+Zum Ehrenkranz Verdiensten jeder Art?
+Wer sichert den Olymp? vereinet Götter?
+Des Menschen Kraft, im Dichter offenbart.
+\3 So braucht sie denn, die schönen Kräfte
+Und treibt die dichtrischen Geschäfte
+Wie man ein Liebesabenteuer treibt.
+Zufällig naht man sich, man fühlt, man bleibt
+Und nach und nach wird man verflochten;
+Es wächst das Glück, dann wird es angefochten
+Man ist entzückt, nun kommt der Schmerz heran,
+Und eh man sich's versieht, ist's eben ein Roman.
+Laßt uns auch so ein Schauspiel geben!
+Greift nur hinein ins volle Menschenleben!
+Ein jeder lebt's, nicht vielen ist's bekannt,
+Und wo ihr's packt, da ist's interessant.
+In bunten Bildern wenig Klarheit,
+Viel Irrtum und ein Fünkchen Wahrheit,
+So wird der beste Trank gebraut,
+Der alle Welt erquickt und auferbaut.
+Dann sammelt sich der Jugend schönste Blüte
+Vor eurem Spiel und lauscht der Offenbarung,
+Dann sauget jedes zärtliche Gemüte
+Aus eurem Werk sich melanchol'sche Nahrung,
+Dann wird bald dies, bald jenes aufgeregt
+Ein jeder sieht, was er im Herzen trägt.
+Noch sind sie gleich bereit, zu weinen und zu lachen,
+Sie ehren noch den Schwung, erfreuen sich am Schein;
+Wer fertig ist, dem ist nichts recht zu machen;
+Ein Werdender wird immer dankbar sein.
+\2 So gib mir auch die Zeiten wieder,
+Da ich noch selbst im Werden war,
+Da sich ein Quell gedrängter Lieder
+Ununterbrochen neu gebar,
+Da Nebel mir die Welt verhüllten,
+Die Knospe Wunder noch versprach,
+Da ich die tausend Blumen brach,
+Die alle Täler reichlich füllten.
+Ich hatte nichts und doch genug:
+Den Drang nach Wahrheit und die Lust am Trug.
+Gib ungebändigt jene Triebe,
+Das tiefe, schmerzenvolle Glück,
+Des Hasses Kraft, die Macht der Liebe,
+Gib meine Jugend mir zurück!
+\3
+Der Jugend, guter Freund, bedarfst du allenfalls,
+Wenn dich in Schlachten Feinde drängen,
+Wenn mit Gewalt an deinen Hals
+Sich allerliebste Mädchen hängen,
+Wenn fern des schnellen Laufes Kranz
+Vom schwer erreichten Ziele winket,
+Wenn nach dem heft'gen Wirbeltanz
+Die Nächte schmausend man vertrinket.
+Doch ins bekannte Saitenspiel
+Mit Mut und Anmut einzugreifen,
+Nach einem selbstgesteckten Ziel
+Mit holdem Irren hinzuschweifen,
+Das, alte Herrn, ist eure Pflicht,
+Und wir verehren euch darum nicht minder.
+Das Alter macht nicht kindisch, wie man spricht,
+Es findet uns nur noch als wahre Kinder.
+\1 Der Worte sind genug gewechselt,
+Laßt mich auch endlich Taten sehn!
+Indes ihr Komplimente drechselt,
+Kann etwas Nützliches geschehn.
+Was hilft es, viel von Stimmung reden?
+Dem Zaudernden erscheint sie nie.
+Gebt ihr euch einmal für Poeten,
+So kommandiert die Poesie.
+Euch ist bekannt, was wir bedürfen,
+Wir wollen stark Getränke schlürfen;
+Nun braut mir unverzüglich dran!
+Was heute nicht geschieht, ist morgen nicht getan,
+Und keinen Tag soll man verpassen,
+Das Mögliche soll der Entschluß
+Beherzt sogleich beim Schopfe fassen,
+Er will es dann nicht fahren lassen
+Und wirket weiter, weil er muß.
+\vspace{2ex}
+Ihr wißt, auf unsern deutschen Bühnen
+Probiert ein jeder, was er mag;
+Drum schonet mir an diesem Tag
+Prospekte nicht und nicht Maschinen.
+Gebraucht das groß, und kleine Himmelslicht,
+Die Sterne dürfet ihr verschwenden;
+An Wasser, Feuer, Felsenwänden,
+An Tier und Vögeln fehlt es nicht.
+So schreitet in dem engen Bretterhaus
+Den ganzen Kreis der Schöpfung aus,
+Und wandelt mit bedächt'ger Schnelle
+Vom Himmel durch die Welt zur Hölle.
+
+\Titel{Prolog im Himmel}
+
+\persona*[1]{Der Herr}
+\persona*[2]{Mephistopheles}
+
+\(c) \1. Die \LetterSpace{himmlischen Heerscharen}. \\[.5ex]
+ Nachher \2. \\[.5ex]
+ Die \LetterSpace{drei Erzengel} treten vor.\)
+
+\persona{Raphael} Die Sonne tönt, nach alter Weise,
+In Brudersphären Wettgesang,
+Und ihre vorgeschriebne Reise
+Vollendet sie mit Donnergang.
+Ihr Anblick gibt den Engeln Stärke,
+Wenn keiner Sie ergründen mag;
+die unbegreiflich hohen Werke
+Sind herrlich wie am ersten Tag.
+
+\persona{Gabriel} Und schnell und unbegreiflich schnelle
+Dreht sich umher der Erde Pracht;
+Es wechselt Paradieseshelle
+Mit tiefer, schauervoller Nacht.
+Es schäumt das Meer in breiten Flüssen
+Am tiefen Grund der Felsen auf,
+Und Fels und Meer wird fortgerissen
+Im ewig schnellem Sphärenlauf.
+
+\persona{Michael} Und Stürme brausen um die Wette
+Vom Meer aufs Land, vom Land aufs Meer,
+und bilden wütend eine Kette
+Der tiefsten Wirkung rings umher.
+Da flammt ein blitzendes Verheeren
+Dem Pfade vor des Donnerschlags.
+Doch deine Boten, Herr, verehren
+Das sanfte Wandeln deines Tags.
+
+\persona{Zu drei} Der Anblick gibt den Engeln Stärke,
+Da keiner dich ergründen mag,
+Und alle deine hohen Werke
+Sind herrlich wie am ersten Tag.
+
+\2 Da du, o Herr, dich einmal wieder nahst
+Und fragst, wie alles sich bei uns befinde,
+Und du mich sonst gewöhnlich gerne sahst,
+So siehst du mich auch unter dem Gesinde.
+Verzeih, ich kann nicht hohe Worte machen,
+Und wenn mich auch der ganze Kreis verhöhnt;
+Mein Pathos brächte dich gewiß zum Lachen,
+Hättst du dir nicht das Lachen abgewöhnt.
+Von Sonn' und Welten weiß ich nichts zu sagen,
+Ich sehe nur, wie sich die Menschen plagen.
+Der kleine Gott der Welt bleibt stets von gleichem Schlag,
+Und ist so wunderlich als wie am ersten Tag.
+Ein wenig besser würd er leben,
+Hättst du ihm nicht den Schein des Himmelslichts gegeben;
+Er nennt's Vernunft und braucht's allein,
+Nur tierischer als jedes Tier zu sein.
+Er scheint mir, mit Verlaub von euer Gnaden,
+Wie eine der langbeinigen Zikaden,
+Die immer fliegt und fliegend springt
+Und gleich im Gras ihr altes Liedchen singt;
+Und läg er nur noch immer in dem Grase!
+In jeden Quark begräbt er seine Nase.
+
+\1 Hast du mir weiter nichts zu sagen?
+Kommst du nur immer anzuklagen?
+Ist auf der Erde ewig dir nichts recht?
+
+\2
+Nein Herr! ich find es dort, wie immer, herzlich schlecht.
+Die Menschen dauern mich in ihren Jammertagen,
+Ich mag sogar die armen selbst nicht plagen.
+
+\1 Kennst du den Faust? \\
+\2 Den Doktor? \\
+\1 Meinen Knecht!
+
+\2
+Fürwahr! er dient Euch auf besondre Weise.
+Nicht irdisch ist des Toren Trank noch Speise.
+Ihn treibt die Gärung in die Ferne,
+Er ist sich seiner Tollheit halb bewußt;
+Vom Himmel fordert er die schönsten Sterne
+Und von der Erde jede höchste Lust,
+Und alle Näh und alle Ferne
+Befriedigt nicht die tiefbewegte Brust.
+
+\1
+Wenn er mir auch nur verworren dient,
+So werd ich ihn bald in die Klarheit führen.
+Weiß doch der Gärtner, wenn das Bäumchen grünt,
+Das Blüt und Frucht die künft'gen Jahre zieren.
+
+\2
+Was wettet Ihr? den sollt Ihr noch verlieren!
+Wenn Ihr mir die Erlaubnis gebt,
+Ihn meine Straße sacht zu führen.
+
+\1 Solang er auf der Erde lebt,
+So lange sei dir's nicht verboten,
+Es irrt der Mensch so lang er strebt.
+
+\2
+Da dank ich Euch; denn mit den Toten
+Hab ich mich niemals gern befangen.
+Am meisten lieb ich mir die vollen, frischen Wangen.
+Für einem Leichnam bin ich nicht zu Haus;
+Mir geht es wie der Katze mit der Maus.
+
+\1 Nun gut, es sei dir überlassen!
+Zieh diesen Geist von seinem Urquell ab,
+Und führ ihn, kannst du ihn erfassen,
+Auf deinem Wege mit herab,
+Und steh beschämt, wenn du bekennen mußt:
+Ein guter Mensch, in seinem dunklen Drange,
+Ist sich des rechten Weges wohl bewußt.
+
+\2
+Schon gut! nur dauert es nicht lange.
+Mir ist für meine Wette gar nicht bange.
+Wenn ich zu meinem Zweck gelange,
+Erlaubt Ihr mir Triumph aus voller Brust.
+Staub soll er fressen, und mit Lust,
+Wie meine Muhme, die berühmte Schlange.
+
+\1 Du darfst auch da nur frei erscheinen;
+Ich habe deinesgleichen nie gehaßt.
+Von allen Geistern, die verneinen,
+ist mir der Schalk am wenigsten zur Last.
+Des Menschen Tätigkeit kann allzu leicht erschlaffen,
+er liebt sich bald die unbedingte Ruh;
+Drum geb ich gern ihm den Gesellen zu,
+Der reizt und wirkt und muß als Teufel schaffen.
+Doch ihr, die echten Göttersöhne,
+Erfreut euch der lebendig reichen Schöne!
+Das Werdende, das ewig wirkt und lebt,
+Umfass euch mit der Liebe holden Schranken,
+Und was in schwankender Erscheinung schwebt,
+Befestigt mit dauernden Gedanken!
+
+\[Der Himmel schließt, die Erzengel verteilen sich.\]
+
+\2 \[allein\]
+Von Zeit zu Zeit seh ich den Alten gern,
+Und hüte mich, mit ihm zu brechen.
+Es ist gar hübsch von einem großen Herrn,
+So menschlich mit dem Teufel selbst zu sprechen.
+
+\Titel{Der Trag\"odie erster Teil
+ \headline{faust \textperiodcentered{} erster teil}}
+
+\MainMatter
+
+\persona*[1]{Faust}
+
+\Szene{Nacht}
+
+\(c)In einem hochgewölbten, engen gotischen Zimmer \\
+ \1, unruhig auf seinem Sessel am Pulte.\)
+\vacua
+\1 Habe nun, ach! Philosophie,
+Juristerei und Medizin,
+Und leider auch Theologie
+Durchaus studiert, mit heißem Bemühn.
+Da steh ich nun, ich armer Tor!
+Und bin so klug als wie zuvor;
+Heiße Magister, heiße Doktor gar
+Und ziehe schon an die zehen Jahr
+Herauf, herab und quer und krumm
+Meine Schüler an der Nase herum--
+Und sehe, daß wir nichts wissen können!
+Das will mir schier das Herz verbrennen.
+Zwar bin ich gescheiter als all die Laffen,
+Doktoren, Magister, Schreiber und Pfaffen;
+Mich plagen keine Skrupel noch Zweifel,
+Fürchte mich weder vor Hölle noch Teufel--
+Dafür ist mir auch alle Freud entrissen,
+Bilde mir nicht ein, was Rechts zu wissen,
+Bilde mir nicht ein, ich könnte was lehren,
+Die Menschen zu bessern und zu bekehren.
+Auch hab ich weder Gut noch Geld,
+Noch Ehr und Herrlichkeit der Welt;
+Es möchte kein Hund so länger leben!
+Drum hab ich mich der Magie ergeben,
+Ob mir durch Geistes Kraft und Mund
+Nicht manch Geheimnis würde kund;
+Daß ich nicht mehr mit saurem Schweiß
+Zu sagen brauche, was ich nicht weiß;
+Daß ich erkenne, was die Welt
+Im Innersten zusammenhält,
+Schau alle Wirkenskraft und Samen,
+Und tu nicht mehr in Worten kramen.
+\begin{Strophen}
+\stropha
+O sähst du, voller Mondenschein,
+Zum letzenmal auf meine Pein,
+Den ich so manche Mitternacht
+An diesem Pult herangewacht:
+Dann über Büchern und Papier,
+Trübsel'ger Freund, erschienst du mir!
+Ach! könnt ich doch auf Bergeshöhn
+In deinem lieben Lichte gehn,
+Um Bergeshöhle mit Geistern schweben,
+Auf Wiesen in deinem Dämmer weben,
+Von allem Wissensqualm entladen,
+In deinem Tau gesund mich baden!
+\stropha
+Weh! steck ich in dem Kerker noch?
+Verfluchtes dumpfes Mauerloch,
+Wo selbst das liebe Himmelslicht
+Trüb durch gemalte Scheiben bricht!
+Beschränkt mit diesem Bücherhauf,
+den Würme nagen, Staub bedeckt,
+Den bis ans hohe Gewölb hinauf
+Ein angeraucht Papier umsteckt;
+Mit Gläsern, Büchsen rings umstellt,
+Mit Instrumenten vollgepfropft,
+Urväter Hausrat drein gestopft--
+Das ist deine Welt! das heißt eine Welt!
+\stropha
+Und fragst du noch, warum dein Herz
+Sich bang in deinem Busen klemmt?
+Warum ein unerklärter Schmerz
+Dir alle Lebensregung hemmt?
+Statt der lebendigen Natur,
+Da Gott die Menschen schuf hinein,
+Umgibt in Rauch und Moder nur
+Dich Tiergeripp und Totenbein.
+\stropha
+Flieh! auf! hinaus ins weite Land!
+Und dies geheimnisvolle Buch,
+Von Nostradamus' eigner Hand,
+Ist dir es nicht Geleit genug?
+Erkennest dann der Sterne Lauf,
+Und wenn Natur dich Unterweist,
+Dann geht die Seelenkraft dir auf,
+Wie spricht ein Geist zum andren Geist.
+Umsonst, daß trocknes Sinnen hier
+Die heil'gen Zeichen dir erklärt:
+Ihr schwebt, ihr Geister, neben mir;
+Antwortet mir, wenn ihr mich hört!
+
+
+\[Er schlägt das Buch auf und erblickt das Zeichen des Makrokosmus.\]
+Ha! welche Wonne fließt in diesem Blick
+Auf einmal mir durch alle meine Sinnen!
+Ich fühle junges, heil'ges Lebensglück
+Neuglühend mir durch Nerv' und Adern rinnen.
+War es ein Gott, der diese Zeichen schrieb,
+Die mir das innre Toben stillen,
+Das arme Herz mit Freude füllen,
+Und mit geheimnisvollem Trieb
+Die Kräfte der Natur rings um mich her enthüllen?
+Bin ich ein Gott? Mir wird so licht!
+Ich schau in diesen reinen Zügen
+Die wirkende Natur vor meiner Seele liegen.
+Jetzt erst erkenn ich, was der Weise spricht:
+"`Die Geisterwelt ist nicht verschlossen;
+Dein Sinn ist zu, dein Herz ist tot!
+Auf, bade, Schüler, unverdrossen
+Die ird'sche Brust im Morgenrot!"'
+
+\[Er beschaut das Zeichen.\]
+Wie alles sich zum Ganzen webt,
+Eins in dem andern wirkt und lebt!
+Wie Himmelskräfte auf und nieder steigen
+Und sich die goldnen Eimer reichen!
+Mit segenduftenden Schwingen
+Vom Himmel durch die Erde dringen,
+Harmonisch all das All durchklingen!
+\stropha
+Welch Schauspiel! Aber ach! ein Schauspiel nur!
+Wo fass ich dich, unendliche Natur?
+Euch Brüste, wo? Ihr Quellen alles Lebens,
+An denen Himmel und Erde hängt,
+Dahin die welke Brust sich drängt--
+Ihr quellt, ihr tränkt, und schmacht ich so vergebens?
+
+\[Er schlägt unwillig das Buch um und erblickt das Zeichen des
+Erdgeistes.\]
+Wie anders wirkt dies Zeichen auf mich ein!
+Du, Geist der Erde, bist mir näher;
+Schon fühl ich meine Kräfte höher,
+Schon glüh ich wie von neuem Wein.
+Ich fühle Mut, mich in die Welt zu wagen,
+Der Erde Weh, der Erde Glück zu tragen,
+Mit Stürmen mich herumzuschlagen
+Und in des Schiffbruchs Knirschen nicht zu zagen.
+Es wölkt sich über mir--
+Der Mond verbirgt sein Licht--
+Die Lampe schwindet!
+Es dampft! Es zucken rote Strahlen
+Mir um das Haupt-- Es weht
+Ein Schauer vom Gewölb herab
+Und faßt mich an!
+Ich fühl's, du schwebst um mich, erflehter Geist
+Enthülle dich!
+Ha! wie's in meinem Herzen reißt!
+Zu neuen Gefühlen
+All meine Sinnen sich erwühlen!
+Ich fühle ganz mein Herz dir hingegeben!
+Du mußt! du mußt! und kostet es mein Leben!
+\end{Strophen}
+
+\[Er faßt das Buch und spricht das Zeichen des Geistes geheimnisvoll aus.
+ \\Es zuckt eine rötliche Flamme, der Geist erscheint in der Flamme.\]
+\persona*[2]{Geist}
+\2 Wer ruft mir? \\
+\1 \[abgewendet\] Schreckliches Gesicht!
+\2 Du hast mich mächtig angezogen,
+An meiner Sphäre lang gesogen,
+Und nun \textendash \\
+\1 Weh! ich ertrag dich nicht!
+\2 Du flehst, eratmend mich zu schauen,
+Meine Stimme zu hören, mein Antlitz zu sehn;
+Mich neigt dein mächtig Seelenflehn,
+Da bin ich!-- Welch erbärmlich Grauen
+Faßt Übermenschen dich! Wo ist der Seele Ruf?
+Wo ist die Brust, die eine Welt in sich erschuf
+Und trug und hegte, die mit Freudebeben
+Erschwoll, sich uns, den Geistern, gleich zu heben?
+Wo bist du, Faust, des Stimme mir erklang,
+Der sich an mich mit allen Kräften drang?
+Bist du es, der, von meinem Hauch umwittert,
+In allen Lebenslagen zittert,
+Ein furchtsam weggekrümmter Wurm?
+\1 Soll ich dir, Flammenbildung, weichen?
+Ich bin's, bin Faust, bin deinesgleichen!
+\2 In Lebensfluten, im Tatensturm
+Wall ich auf und ab,
+Wehe hin und her!
+Geburt und Grab,
+Ein ewiges Meer,
+Ein wechselndes Wehen,
+Ein glühend Leben,
+So schaff ich am laufenden Webstuhl der Zeit
+Und wirke der Gottheit lebendiges Kleid.
+\1 Der du die weite Welt umschweifst,
+Geschäftiger Geist, wie nah fühl ich mich dir!
+\2 Du gleichst dem Geist, den du begreifst,
+Nicht mir!{} \[verschwindet\]
+
+\1 \[zusammenstürzend\] Nicht dir?
+Wem denn?
+Ich Ebenbild der Gottheit!
+Und nicht einmal dir! \[es klopft\]
+O Tod! ich kenn's-- das ist mein Famulus--
+Es wird mein schönstes Glück zunichte!
+Daß diese Fülle der Geschichte
+Der trockne Schleicher stören muß!
+\persona*[2]{Wagner}
+
+\[\2 im Schlafrock und der Nachtmütze, eine Lampe in der Hand.\\
+ \1 wendet sich unwillig.\]
+
+\2 Verzeiht! ich hör euch deklamieren;
+Ihr last gewiß ein griechisch Trauerspiel?
+In dieser Kunst möcht ich was profitieren,
+Denn heutzutage wirkt das viel.
+Ich hab es öfters rühmen hören,
+Ein Komödiant könnt einen Pfarrer lehren.
+
+\1 Ja, wenn der Pfarrer ein Komödiant ist;
+Wie das denn wohl zuzeiten kommen mag.
+
+\2 Ach! wenn man so in sein Museum gebannt ist,
+Und sieht die Welt kaum einen Feiertag,
+Kaum durch ein Fernglas, nur von weitem,
+Wie soll man sie durch Überredung leiten?
+
+\1 Wenn ihr's nicht fühlt, ihr werdet's nicht erjagen,
+Wenn es nicht aus der Seele dringt
+Und mit urkräftigem Behagen
+Die Herzen aller Hörer zwingt.
+Sitzt ihr nur immer! leimt zusammen,
+Braut ein Ragout von andrer Schmaus
+Und blast die kümmerlichen Flammen
+Aus eurem Aschenhäuschen 'raus!
+Bewundrung von Kindern und Affen,
+Wenn euch darnach der Gaumen steht--
+Doch werdet ihr nie Herz zu Herzen schaffen,
+Wenn es euch nicht von Herzen geht.
+
+\2 Allein der Vortrag macht des Redners Glück;
+Ich fühl es wohl, noch bin ich weit zurück.
+
+\1 Such Er den redlichen Gewinn!
+Sei Er kein schellenlauter Tor!
+Es trägt Verstand und rechter Sinn
+Mit wenig Kunst sich selber vor!
+Und wenn's euch Ernst ist, was zu sagen,
+Ist's nötig, Worten nachzujagen?
+Ja, eure Reden, die so blinkend sind,
+In denen ihr der Menschheit Schnitzel kräuselt,
+Sind unerquicklich wie der Nebelwind,
+Der herbstlich durch die dürren Blätter säuselt!
+
+\2 Ach Gott! die Kunst ist lang;
+Und kurz ist unser Leben.
+Mir wird, bei meinem kritischen Bestreben,
+Doch oft um Kopf und Busen bang.
+Wie schwer sind nicht die Mittel zu erwerben,
+Durch die man zu den Quellen steigt!
+Und eh man nur den halben Weg erreicht,
+Muß wohl ein armer Teufel sterben.
+
+\1 Das Pergament, ist das der heil'ge Bronnen,
+Woraus ein Trunk den Durst auf ewig stillt?
+Erquickung hast du nicht gewonnen,
+Wenn sie dir nicht aus eigner Seele quillt.
+
+\2 Verzeiht! es ist ein groß Ergetzen,
+Sich in den Geist der Zeiten zu versetzen;
+Zu schauen, wie vor uns ein weiser Mann gedacht,
+Und wie wir's dann zuletzt so herrlich weit gebracht.
+
+\1 O ja, bis an die Sterne weit!
+Mein Freund, die Zeiten der Vergangenheit
+Sind uns ein Buch mit sieben Siegeln.
+Was ihr den Geist der Zeiten heißt,
+Das ist im Grund der Herren eigner Geist,
+In dem die Zeiten sich bespiegeln.
+Da ist's denn wahrlich oft ein Jammer!
+Man läuft euch bei dem ersten Blick davon.
+Ein Kehrichtfaß und eine Rumpelkammer
+Und höchstens eine Haupt- und Staatsaktion
+Mit trefflichen pragmatischen Maximen,
+Wie sie den Puppen wohl im Munde ziemen!
+
+\2 Allein die Welt! des Menschen Herz und Geist!
+Möcht jeglicher doch was davon erkennen.
+
+\1 Ja, was man so erkennen heißt!
+Wer darf das Kind beim Namen nennen?
+Die wenigen, die was davon erkannt,
+Die töricht g'nug ihr volles Herz nicht wahrten,
+Dem Pöbel ihr Gefühl, ihr Schauen offenbarten,
+Hat man von je gekreuzigt und verbrannt.
+Ich bitt Euch, Freund, es ist tief in der Nacht,
+Wir müssen's diesmal unterbrechen.
+
+\2 Ich hätte gern nur immer fortgewacht,
+Um so gelehrt mit Euch mich zu besprechen.
+Doch morgen, als am ersten Ostertage,
+Erlaubt mir ein' und andre Frage.
+Mit Eifer hab' ich mich der Studien beflissen;
+Zwar weiß ich viel, doch möcht' ich alles wissen. \[Ab.\]
+
+\1 \[allein\]
+Wie nur dem Kopf nicht alle Hoffnung schwindet,
+Der immerfort an schalem Zeuge klebt,
+Mit gier'ger Hand nach Schätzen gräbt,
+Und froh ist, wenn er Regenwürmer findet!
+\begin{Strophen}
+\stropha
+Darf eine solche Menschenstimme hier,
+Wo Geisterfülle mich umgab, ertönen?
+Doch ach! für diesmal dank ich dir,
+Dem ärmlichsten von allen Erdensöhnen.
+Du rittest mich von der Verzweiflung los,
+Die mir die Sinne schon zerstören wollte.
+Ach! die Erscheinung war so riesengroß,
+Daß ich mich recht als Zwerg empfinden sollte.
+\stropha
+Ich, Ebenbild der Gottheit, das sich schon
+Ganz nah gedünkt dem Spiegel ew'ger Wahrheit,
+Sein selbst genoß in Himmelsglanz und Klarheit,
+Und abgestreift den Erdensohn;
+Ich, mehr als Cherub, dessen freie Kraft
+Schon durch die Adern der Natur zu fließen
+Und, schaffend, Götterleben zu genießen
+Sich ahnungsvoll vermaß, wie muß ich's büßen!
+Ein Donnerwort hat mich hinweggerafft.
+\stropha
+Nicht darf ich dir zu gleichen mich vermessen;
+Hab ich die Kraft dich anzuziehn besessen,
+So hatt ich dich zu halten keine Kraft.
+Zu jenem sel'gen Augenblicke
+Ich fühlte mich so klein, so groß;
+Du stießest grausam mich zurück,
+Ins ungewisse Menschenlos.
+Wer lehret mich? was soll ich meiden?
+Soll ich gehorchen jenem Drang?
+Ach! unsre Taten selbst, so gut als unsre Leiden,
+Sie hemmen unsres Lebens Gang.
+\stropha
+Dem Herrlichsten, was auch der Geist empfangen,
+Drängt immer fremd und fremder Stoff sich an;
+Wenn wir zum Guten dieser Welt gelangen,
+Dann heißt das Beßre Trug und Wahn.
+Die uns das Leben gaben, herrliche Gefühle
+Erstarren in dem irdischen Gewühle.
+\stropha
+Wenn Phantasie sich sonst mit kühnem Flug
+Und hoffnungsvoll zum Ewigen erweitert,
+So ist ein kleiner Raum ihr genug,
+Wenn Glück auf Glück im Zeitenstrudel scheitert.
+Die Sorge nistet gleich im tiefen Herzen,
+Dort wirket sie geheime Schmerzen,
+Unruhig wiegt sie sich und störet Luft und Ruh;
+Sie deckt sich stets mit neuen Masken zu,
+Sie mag als Haus und Hof, als Weib und Kind erscheinen,
+Als Feuer, Wasser, Dolch und Gift;
+Du bebst vor allem, was nicht trifft,
+Und was du nie verlierst, das mußt du stets beweinen.
+\stropha
+Den Göttern gleich ich nicht! zu tief ist es gefühlt;
+Dem Wurme gleich ich, der den Staub durchwühlt,
+Den, wie er sich im Staube nährend lebt,
+Des Wandrers Tritt vernichtet und begräbt.
+\stropha
+Ist es nicht Staub, was diese hohe Wand
+Aus hundert Fächern mit verenget?
+Der Trödel, der mit tausendfachem Tand
+In dieser Mottenwelt mich dränget?
+Hier soll ich finden, was mir fehlt?
+Soll ich vielleicht in tausend Büchern lesen,
+Daß überall die Menschen sich gequält,
+Daß hie und da ein Glücklicher gewesen?--
+Was grinsest du mir, hohler Schädel, her?
+Als daß dein Hirn, wie meines, einst verwirret
+Den leichten Tag gesucht und in der Dämmrung schwer,
+Mit Luft nach Wahrheit, jämmerlich geirret.
+Ihr Instrumente freilich spottet mein,
+Mit Rad und Kämmen, Walz und Bügel:
+Ich stand am Tor, ihr solltet Schlüssel sein;
+Zwar euer Bart ist kraus, doch hebt ihr nicht die Riegel.
+Geheimnisvoll am lichten Tag
+Läßt sich Natur des Schleiers nicht berauben,
+Und was sie deinem Geist nicht offenbaren mag,
+Das zwingst du ihr nicht ab mit Hebeln und mit Schrauben.
+Du alt Geräte, das ich nicht gebraucht,
+Du stehst nur hier, weil dich mein Vater brauchte.
+Du alte Rolle, du wirst angeraucht,
+Solang an diesem Pult die trübe Lampe schmauchte.
+Weit besser hätt ich doch mein Weniges verpraßt,
+Als mit dem Wenigen belastet hier zu schwitzen!
+Was du ererbt von deinem Vater hast,
+Erwirb es, um es zu besitzen.
+Was man nicht nützt, ist eine schwere Last,
+Nur was der Augenblick erschafft, das kann er nützen.
+\stropha
+Doch warum heftet sich mein Blick auf jene Stelle?
+Ist jenes Fläschchen dort den Augen ein Magnet?
+Warum wird mir auf einmal lieblich helle,
+Als wenn im nächt'gen Wald uns Mondenglanz umweht?
+\stropha
+Ich grüße dich, du einzige Phiole,
+Die ich mit Andacht nun herunterhole!
+In dir verehr ich Menschenwitz und Kunst.
+Du Inbegriff der holden Schlummersäfte,
+Du Auszug aller tödlich feinen Kräfte,
+Erweise deinem Meister deine Gunst!
+Ich sehe dich, es wird der Schmerz gelindert,
+Ich fasse dich, das Streben wird gemindert,
+Des Geistes Flutstrom ebbet nach und nach.
+Ins hohe Meer werd ich hinausgewiesen,
+Die Spiegelflut erglänzt zu meinen Füßen,
+Zu neuen Ufern lockt ein neuer Tag.
+\stropha
+Ein Feuerwagen schwebt, auf leichten Schwingen,
+An mich heran! Ich fühle mich bereit,
+Auf neuer Bahn den Äther zu durchdringen,
+Zu neuen Sphären reiner Tätigkeit.
+Dies hohe Leben, diese Götterwonne!
+Du, erst noch Wurm, und die verdienest du?
+Ja, kehre nur der holden Erdensonne
+Entschlossen deinen Rücken zu!
+Vermesse dich, die Pforten aufzureißen,
+Vor denen jeder gern vorüberschleicht!
+Hier ist es Zeit, durch Taten zu beweisen,
+Das Manneswürde nicht der Götterhöhe weicht,
+Vor jener dunkeln Höhle nicht zu beben,
+In der sich Phantasie zu eigner Qual verdammt,
+Nach jenem Durchgang hinzustreben,
+Um dessen engen Mund die ganze Hölle flammt;
+In diesem Schritt sich heiter zu entschließen,
+Und wär es mit Gefahr, ins Nichts dahin zu fließen.
+\stropha
+Nun komm herab, kristallne reine Schale!
+Hervor aus deinem alten Futterale,
+An die ich viele Jahre nicht gedacht!
+Du glänzetst bei der Väter Freudenfeste,
+Erheitertest die ernsten Gäste,
+Wenn einer dich dem andern zugebracht.
+Der vielen Bilder künstlich reiche Pracht,
+Des Trinkers Pflicht, sie reimweis zu erklären,
+Auf einen Zug die Höhlung auszuleeren,
+Erinnert mich an manche Jugendnacht.
+Ich werde jetzt dich keinem Nachbar reichen,
+Ich werde meinen Witz an deiner Kunst nicht zeigen.
+Hier ist ein Saft, der eilig trunken macht;
+Mit brauner Flut erfüllt er deine Höhle.
+Den ich bereit, den ich wähle,
+"Der letzte Trunk sei nun, mit ganzer Seele,
+Als festlich hoher Gruß, dem Morgen zugebracht!
+
+\end{Strophen}
+
+\[c]Er setzt die Schale an den Mund.\]
+
+\(\LetterSpace{Glockenklang und Chorgesang}.\)
+
+\persona{Chor der Engel} \\
+{\Locus \textus {+ \widthof{Als festlich hoher G}}
+Christ ist erstanden!
+Freude dem Sterblichen,
+Den die verderblichen,
+Schleichenden, erblichen
+Mängel unwanden.
+}
+\vacua
+\1 Welch tiefes Summen, welch heller Ton
+Zieht mit Gewalt das Glas von meinem Munde?
+Verkündigt ihr dumpfen Glocken schon
+Des Osterfestes erste Feierstunde?
+Ihr Chöre, singt ihr schon den tröstlichen Gesang,
+Der einst, um Grabes Nacht, von Engelslippen klang,
+Gewißheit einem neuen Bunde?
+\vacua
+\persona{Chor der Weiber} \\
+\Locus \textus +
+Mit Spezereien
+Hatten wir ihn gepflegt,
+Wir seine Treuen
+Hatten ihn hingelegt;
+Tücher und Binden
+Reinlich unwanden wir,
+Ach! und wir finden
+Christ nicht mehr hier.
+\Locus \textus -
+
+\vacua
+\persona{Chor der Engel} \\
+\Locus \textus +
+Christ ist erstanden!
+Selig der Liebende,
+Der die betrübende,
+Heilsam und übende
+Prüfung bestanden.
+\Locus \textus -
+\vacua
+\1 Was sucht ihr, mächtig und gelind,
+Ihr Himmelstöne, mich am Staube?
+Klingt dort umher, wo weiche Menschen sind.
+Die Botschaft hör ich wohl, allein mir fehlt der Glaube;
+Das Wunder ist des Glaubens liebstes Kind.
+Zu jenen Sphären wag ich nicht zu streben,
+Woher die holde Nachricht tönt;
+Und doch, an diesen Klang von Jugend auf gewöhnt,
+Ruft er auch jetzt zurück mich in das Leben.
+Sonst stürzte sich der Himmelsliebe Kuß
+Auf mich herab in ernster Sabbatstille;
+Da klang so ahnungsvoll des Glockentones Fülle,
+Und ein Gebet war brünstiger Genuß;
+Ein unbegreiflich holdes Sehnen
+Trieb mich, durch Wald und Wiesen hinzugehn,
+Und unter tausend heißen Tränen
+Fühlt ich mir eine Welt entstehn.
+Dies Lieb verkündete der Jugend muntre Spiele,
+Der Frühlingsfeier freies Glück;
+Erinnrung hält mich nun, mit kindlichem Gefühle,
+Vom letzten, ernsten Schritt zurück.
+O tönet fort, ihr süßen Himmelslieder!
+Die Träne quillt, die Erde hat mich wieder!
+\vacua
+\persona{Chor der Jünger} \\
+\Locus \textus +
+Hat der Begrabene
+Schon sich nach oben,
+Lebend Erhabene,
+Herrlich erhoben;
+Ist er in Werdeluft
+Schaffender Freude nah:
+Ach! an der Erde Brust
+Sind wir zum Leide da.
+Ließ er die Seinen
+Schmachtend uns hier zurück;
+Ach! wir beweinen,
+Meister, dein Glück!
+\Locus \textus -
+\vacua
+\persona{Chor der Engel} \\
+\Locus \textus +
+Christ ist erstanden,
+Aus der Verwesung Schoß.
+Reißet von Banden
+Freudig euch los!
+Tätig ihn preisenden,
+Liebe beweisenden,
+Brüderlich speisenden,
+Predigend reisenden,
+Wonne verheißenden
+Euch ist der Meister nah,
+Euch ist er da!
+\Locus \textus -
+
+
+\Szene {Vor dem Tor}
+
+\(\LetterSpace{Spaziergänger aller Art} ziehen hinaus.\)
+
+\persona{Einige Handwerksbursche} Warum denn dort hinaus?
+
+\persona{Andre} Wir gehn hinaus aufs Jägerhaus.
+
+\persona{Die Ersten} Wir aber wollen nach der Mühle wandern.
+
+\persona{Ein Handwerksbursch}
+Ich rat euch, nach dem Wasserhof zu gehn.
+
+\persona{Zweiter} Der Weg dahin ist gar nicht schön.
+
+\persona{Die Zweiten} Was tust denn du? \\
+
+\persona{Ein Dritter} Ich gehe mit den andern.
+
+\persona{Vierter} Nach Burgdorf kommt herauf, gewiß dort findet ihr
+Die schönsten Mädchen und das beste Bier,
+Und Händel von der ersten Sorte.
+
+\persona{F"unfter} Du überlustiger Gesell,
+Juckt dich zum drittenmal das Fell?
+Ich mag nicht hin, mir graut es vor dem Orte.
+
+\persona{Dienstm"adchen} Nein, nein! ich gehe nach der Stadt zurück.
+
+\persona{Andre} Wir finden ihn gewiß bei jenen Pappeln stehen.
+
+\persona{Erste} Das ist für mich kein großes Glück;
+Er wird an deiner Seite gehen,
+Mit dir nur tanzt er auf dem Plan.
+Was gehn mich deine Freuden an!
+
+\persona{Andre} Heut ist er sicher nicht allein,
+Der Krauskopf, sagt er, würde bei ihm sein.
+
+\persona{Sch"uler} Blitz, wie die wackern Dirnen schreiten!
+Herr Bruder, komm! wir müssen sie begleiten.
+Ein starkes Bier, ein beizender Toback,
+Und eine Magd im Putz, das ist nun mein Geschmack.
+
+\persona{B"urgerm"adchen} Da sieh mir nur die schönen Knaben!
+Es ist wahrhaftig eine Schmach:
+Gesellschaft könnten sie die allerbeste haben,
+Und laufen diesen Mägden nach!
+
+\persona{Zweiter Sch"uler} \[zum ersten\]
+Nicht so geschwind! dort hinten kommen zwei,
+Sie sind gar niedlich angezogen,
+'s ist meine Nachbarin dabei;
+Ich bin dem Mädchen sehr gewogen.
+Sie gehen ihren stillen Schritt
+Und nehmen uns doch auch am Ende mit.
+
+\persona{Erster} Herr Bruder, nein! Ich bin nicht gern geniert.
+Geschwind! daß wir das Wildbret nicht verlieren.
+Die Hand, die samstags ihren Besen führt
+Wird sonntags dich am besten karessieren.
+
+\persona{B"urger} Nein, er gefällt mir nicht, der neue Burgemeister!
+Nun, da er's ist, wird er nur täglich dreister.
+Und für die Stadt was tut denn er?
+Wird es nicht alle Tage schlimmer?
+Gehorchen soll man mehr als immer,
+Und zahlen mehr als je vorher.
+
+\persona{Bettler} \[singt\] Ihr guten Herrn, ihr schönen Frauen,
+\Locus \textus {+\widthof{Und zah}}
+So wohlgeputzt und backenrot,
+Belieb es euch, mich anzuschauen,
+Und seht und mildert meine Not!
+Laßt hier mich nicht vergebens leiern!
+Nur der ist froh, der geben mag.
+Ein Tag, den alle Menschen feiern,
+Er sei für mich ein Erntetag.
+\Locus \textus -
+
+
+\persona{Andrer B"urger}
+Nichts Bessers weiß ich mir an Sonn- und Feiertagen
+Als ein Gespräch von Krieg und Kriegsgeschrei,
+Wenn hinten, weit, in der Türkei,
+Die Völker aufeinander schlagen.
+Man steht am Fenster, trinkt sein Gläschen aus
+Und sieht den Fluß hinab die bunten Schiffe gleiten;
+Dann kehrt man abends froh nach Haus,
+Und segnet Fried und Friedenszeiten.
+\persona{Dritter B"urger}
+Herr Nachbar, ja! so laß ich's auch geschehn:
+Sie mögen sich die Köpfe spalten,
+Mag alles durcheinander gehn;
+Doch nur zu Hause bleib's beim alten.
+
+\persona{Alte} \[zu den B"urgerm"adchen\]
+Ei! wie geputzt! das schöne junge Blut!
+Wer soll sich nicht in euch vergaffen?--
+Nur nicht so stolz! es ist schon gut!
+Und was ihr wünscht, das wüßt ich wohl zu schaffen.
+
+\persona{B"urgerm"adchen}
+Agathe, fort! ich nehme mich in acht,
+Mit solchen Hexen öffentlich zu gehen;
+Sie ließ mich zwar in Sankt Andreas' Nacht
+Den künft'gen Liebsten leiblich sehen--
+
+\persona{Die Andre}
+Mir zeigte sie ihn im Kristall,
+Soldatenhaft, mit mehreren Verwegnen;
+Ich seh mich um, ich such ihn überall,
+Allein mir will er nicht begegnen.
+
+\persona{Soldaten} \\
+\Locus \textus {+\widthof{Allein mir will er ni}}
+Burgen mit hohen
+Mauern und Zinnen,
+Mädchen mit stolzen
+Höhnenden Sinnen
+Möcht ich gewinnen!
+Kühn ist das Mühen,
+Herrlich der Lohn!
+
+\\Und die Trompete
+Lassen wir werben,
+Wie zu der Freude,
+So zum Verderben.
+Das ist ein Stürmen!
+Das ist ein Leben!
+Mädchen und Burgen
+Müssen sich geben.
+Kühn ist das Mühen,
+Herrlich der Lohn!
+Und die Soldaten
+Ziehen davon.
+
+\Locus \textus -
+
+\(\1 und \2.\)
+
+\1 Vom Eise befreit sind Strom und Bäche
+Durch des Frühlings holden, belebenden Blick;
+Im Tale grünet Hoffnungsglück;
+Der alte Winter, in seiner Schwäche,
+Zog sich in rauhe Berge zurück.
+Von dorther sendet er, fliehend, nur
+Ohnmächtige Schauer kornigen Eises
+In Streifen über die grünende Flur;
+Aber die Sonne duldet kein Weißes,
+Überall regt sich Bildung und Streben,
+Alles will sie mit Farben beleben;
+Doch an Blumen fehlt's im Revier
+Sie nimmt geputzte Menschen dafür.
+Kehre dich um, von diesen Höhen
+Nach der Stadt zurückzusehen.
+Aus dem hohlen finstern Tor
+Dringt ein buntes Gewimmel hervor.
+Jeder sonnt sich heute so gern.
+Sie feiern die Auferstehung des Herrn,
+Denn sie sind selber auferstanden,
+Aus niedriger Häuser dumpfen Gemächern,
+Aus Handwerks- und Gewerbesbanden,
+Aus dem Druck von Giebeln und Dächern,
+Aus der Straßen quetschender Enge,
+Aus der Kirchen ehrwürdiger Nacht
+Sind sie alle ans Licht gebracht.
+Sieh nur, sieh! wie behend sich die Menge
+Durch die Gärten und Felder zerschlägt,
+Wie der Fluß, in Breit und Länge
+So manchen lustigen Nachen bewegt,
+Und bis zum Sinken überladen
+Entfernt sich dieser letzte Kahn.
+Selbst von des Berges fernen Pfaden
+Blinken uns farbige Kleider an.
+Ich höre schon des Dorfs Getümmel,
+Hier ist des Volkes wahrer Himmel,
+Zufrieden jauchzet groß und klein:
+Hier bin ich Mensch, hier darf ich's sein!
+\2 Mit Euch, Herr Doktor, zu spazieren
+Ist ehrenvoll und ist Gewinn;
+Doch würd ich nicht allein mich her verlieren,
+Weil ich ein Feind von allem Rohen bin.
+Das Fiedeln, Schreien, Kegelschieben
+Ist mir ein gar verhaßter Klang;
+Sie toben wie vom bösen Geist getrieben
+Und nennen's Freude. nennen's Gesang.
+
+\(\textsc{Bauern} unter der Linde.\)
+\(Tanz und Gesang.\)
+{\Locus \textus {+\widthof{Und nenn}}
+ \Forma \strophae [8]{10}
+Der Schäfer putzte sich zum Tanz,
+Mit bunter Jacke, Band und Kranz,
+Schmuck war er angezogen.
+Schon um die Linde war es voll,
+Und alles tanzte schon wie toll.
+Juchhe! Juchhe!
+Juchheisa! Heisa! He!
+So ging der Fiedelbogen.
+
+Er drückte hastig sich heran,
+Da stieß er an ein Mädchen an
+Mit seinem Ellenbogen;
+Die frische Dirne kehrt, sich um
+Und sagte: Nun, das find ich dumm!
+Juchhe! Juchhe!
+Juchheisa! Heisa! He!
+Seid nicht so ungezogen!
+
+Doch hurtig in dem Kreise ging's,
+Sie tanzten rechts, sie tanzten links,
+Und alle Röcke flogen.
+Sie wurden rot, sie wurden warm
+Und ruhten atmend Arm in Arm,
+Juchhe! Juchhe!
+Juchheisa! Heisa! He!
+Und Hüft an Ellenbogen.
+
+Und tu mir doch nicht so vertraut!
+Wie mancher hat nicht seine Braut
+Belogen und betrogen!
+Er schmeichelte sie doch bei Seit,
+Und von der Linde scholl es weit:
+Juchhe! Juchhe!
+Juchheisa! Heisa! He!
+Geschrei und Fiedelbogen.
+}
+
+\persona{Alter Bauer} Herr Doktor, das ist schön von Euch,
+Daß Ihr uns heute nicht verschmäht,
+Und unter dieses Volksgedräng,
+Als ein so Hochgelahrter, geht.
+So nehmet auch den schönsten Krug,
+Den wir mit frischem Trunk gefüllt,
+Ich bring ihn zu und wünsche laut,
+Daß er nicht nur den Durst Euch stillt:
+Die Zahl der Tropfen, die er hegt,
+Sei Euren Tagen zugelegt.
+
+\1 Ich nehme den Erquickungstrank
+Enwidr' euch allen Heil und Dank.
+
+ \(Das \LetterSpace{Volk} sammelt sich im Kreis umher.\)
+
+\persona{Alter Bauer} Fürwahr, es ist sehr wohl getan,
+Daß Ihr am frohen Tag erscheint;
+Habt Ihr es vormals doch mit uns
+An bösen Tagen gut gemeint!
+Gar mancher steht lebendig hier
+Den Euer Vater noch zuletzt
+Der heißen Fieberwut entriß,
+Als er der Seuche Ziel gesetzt.
+Auch damals Ihr, ein junger Mann,
+Ihr gingt in jedes Krankenhaus,
+Gar manche Leiche trug man fort,
+Ihr aber kamt gesund heraus,
+Bestandet manche harte Proben;
+Dem Helfer half der Helfer droben.
+
+\persona{Alle} Gesundheit dem bewährten Mann,
+Daß er noch lange helfen kann!
+
+\1 Vor jenem droben steht gebückt,
+Der helfen lehrt und Hülfe schickt.
+
+ \(Er geht mit Wagnern weit\)
+
+\2 Welch ein Gefühl mußt du, o großer Mann,
+Bei der Verehrung dieser Menge haben!
+O glücklich, wer von seinen Gaben
+Solch einen Vorteil ziehen kann!
+Der Vater zeigt dich seinem Knaben,
+Ein jeder fragt und drängt und eilt,
+Die Fiedel stockt, der Tänzer weilt.
+Du gehst, in Reihen stehen sie,
+Die Mützen fliegen in die Höh;
+Und wenig fehlt, so beugten sich die Knie,
+Als käm das Venerabile.
+
+\1 Nur wenig Schritte noch hinauf zu jenem Stein,
+Hier wollen wir von unsrer Wandrung rasten.
+Hier saß ich oft gedankenvoll allein
+Und quälte mich mit Beten und mit Fasten.
+An Hoffnung reich, im Glauben fest,
+Mit Tränen, Seufzen, Händeringen
+Dacht ich das Ende jener Pest
+Vom Herrn des Himmels zu erzwingen.
+Der Menge Beifall tönt mir nun wie Hohn.
+O könntest du in meinem Innern lesen,
+Wie wenig Vater und Sohn
+Solch eines Ruhmes wert gewesen!
+Mein Vater war ein dunkler Ehrenmann,
+Der über die Natur und ihre heil'gen Kreise
+In Redlichkeit, jedoch auf seine Weise,
+Mit grillenhafter Mühe sann;
+Der, in Gesellschaft von Adepten,
+Sich in die schwarze Küche schloß,
+Und, nach unendlichen Rezepten,
+Das Widrige zusammengoß.
+Da ward ein roter Leu, ein kühner Freier,
+Im lauen Bad der Lilie vermählt,
+Und beide dann mit offnem Flammenfeuer
+Aus einem Brautgemach ins andere gequält.
+Erschien darauf mit bunten Farben
+Die junge Königin im Glas,
+Hier war die Arzenei, die Patienten starben,
+Und niemand fragte: wer genas?
+So haben wir mit höllischen Latwergen
+In diesen Tälern, diesen Bergen
+Weit schlimmer als die Pest getobt.
+Ich habe selbst den Gift an Tausende gegeben:
+Sie welkten hin, ich muß erleben,
+Daß man die frechen Mörder lobt.
+
+\2 Wie könnt Ihr Euch darum betrüben!
+Tut nicht ein braver Mann genug,
+Die Kunst, die man ihm übertrug,
+Gewissenhaft und pünktlich auszuüben?
+Wenn du als Jüngling deinen Vater ehrst,
+So wirst du gern von ihm empfangen;
+Wenn du als Mann die Wissenschaft vermehrst,
+So kann dein Sohn zu höhrem Ziel gelangen.
+
+\1 O glücklich, wer noch hoffen kann,
+Aus diesem Meer des Irrtums aufzutauchen!
+Was man nicht weiß, das eben brauchte man,
+Und was man weiß, kann man nicht brauchen.
+Doch laß uns dieser Stunde schönes Gut
+Durch solchen Trübsinn nicht verkümmern!
+Betrachte, wie in Abendsonneglut
+Die grünumgebnen Hütten schimmern.
+Sie rückt und weicht, der Tag ist überlebt,
+Dort eilt sie hin und fördert neues Leben.
+O daß kein Flügel mich vom Boden hebt
+Ihr nach und immer nach zu streben!
+Ich säh im ewigen Abendstrahl
+Die stille Welt zu meinen Füßen,
+Entzündet alle Höhn beruhigt jedes Tal,
+Den Silberbach in goldne Ströme fließen.
+Nicht hemmte dann den göttergleichen Lauf
+Der wilde Berg mit allen seinen Schluchten;
+Schon tut das Meer sich mit erwärmten Buchten
+Vor den erstaunten Augen auf.
+Doch scheint die Göttin endlich wegzusinken;
+Allein der neue Trieb erwacht,
+Ich eile fort, ihr ew'ges Licht zu trinken,
+Vor mir den Tag und hinter mir die Nacht,
+Den Himmel über mir und unter mir die Wellen.
+Ein schöner Traum, indessen sie entweicht.
+Ach! zu des Geistes Flügeln wird so leicht
+Kein körperlicher Flügel sich gesellen.
+Doch ist es jedem eingeboren
+Daß sein Gefühl hinauf und vorwärts dringt,
+Wenn über uns, im blauen Raum verloren,
+Ihr schmetternd Lied die Lerche singt;
+Wenn über schroffen Fichtenhöhen
+Der Adler ausgebreitet schwebt,
+Und über Flächen, über Seen
+Der Kranich nach der Heimat strebt.
+
+\2 Ich hatte selbst oft grillenhafte Stunden,
+Doch solchen Trieb hab ich noch nie empfunden.
+Man sieht sich leicht an Wald und Feldern satt;
+Des Vogels Fittich werd ich nie beneiden.
+Wie anders tragen uns die Geistesfreuden
+Von Buch zu Buch, von Blatt zu Blatt!
+Da werden Winternächte hold und schön
+Ein selig Leben wärmet alle Glieder,
+Und ach! entrollst du gar ein würdig Pergamen,
+So steigt der ganze Himmel zu dir nieder.
+
+\1 Du bist dir nur des einen Triebs bewußt,
+O lerne nie den andern kennen!
+Zwei Seelen wohnen, ach! in meiner Brust,
+Die eine will sich von der andern trennen;
+Die eine hält, in derber Liebeslust,
+Sich an die Welt mit klammernden Organen;
+Die andre hebt gewaltsam sich vom Dust
+Zu den Gefilden hoher Ahnen.
+O gibt es Geister in der Luft,
+Die zwischen Erd und Himmel herrschend weben
+So steiget nieder aus dem goldnen Duft
+Und führt mich weg zu neuem, buntem Leben!
+Ja, wäre nur ein Zaubermantel mein,
+Und trüg er mich in fremde Länder!
+Mir sollt er um die köstlichsten Gewänder,
+Nicht feil um einen Königsmantel sein.
+
+\2 Berufe nicht die wohlbekannte Schar,
+Die strömend sich im Dunstkreis überbreitet,
+Dem Menschen tausendfältige Gefahr,
+Von allen Enden her, bereitet.
+Von Norden dringt der scharfe Geisterzahn
+Auf dich herbei, mit pfeilgespitzten Zungen;
+Von Morgen ziehn, vertrocknend, sie heran,
+Und nähren sich von deinen Lungen;
+Wenn sie der Mittag aus der Wüste schickt,
+Die Glut auf Glut um deinen Scheitel häufen
+So bringt der West den Schwarm, der erst erquickt,
+Um dich und Feld und Aue zu ersäufen.
+Sie hören gern, zum Schaden froh gewandt,
+Gehorchen gern, weil sie uns gern betrügen;
+Sie stellen wie vom Himmel sich gesandt,
+Und lispeln englisch, wenn sie lügen.
+Doch gehen wir! Ergraut ist schon die Welt,
+Die Luft gekühlt, der Nebel fällt!
+Am Abend schätzt man erst das Haus.--
+Was stehst du so und blickst erstaunt hinaus?
+Was kann dich in der Dämmrung so ergreifen?
+
+\1 Siehst du den schwarzen Hund durch Saat und Stoppel streifen?
+
+\2 Ich sah ihn lange schon, nicht wichtig schien er mir.
+
+\1 Betracht ihn recht! für was hältst du das Tier?
+
+\2 Für einen Pudel, der auf seine Weise
+Sich auf der Spur des Herren plagt.
+
+\1 Bemerkst du, wie in weitem Schneckenkreise
+Er um uns her und immer näher jagt?
+Und irr ich nicht, so zieht ein Feuerstrudel
+Auf seinen Pfaden hinterdrein.
+
+\2 Ich sehe nichts als einen schwarzen Pudel;
+Es mag bei Euch wohl Augentäuschung sein.
+
+\1 Mir scheint es, daß er magisch leise Schlingen
+Zu künft'gem Band um unsre Füße zieht.
+
+\2 Ich seh ihn ungewiß und furchtsam uns umspringen,
+Weil er, statt seines Herrn, zwei Unbekannte sieht.
+
+\1 Der Kreis wird eng, schon ist er nah!
+
+\2 Du siehst! ein Hund, und kein Gespenst ist da.
+Er knurrt und zweifelt, legt sich auf den Bauch,
+Er wedelt. Alles Hundebrauch.
+
+\1 Geselle dich zu uns! Komm hier!
+
+\2 Es ist ein pudelnärrisch Tier.
+Du stehest still, er wartet auf;
+Du sprichst ihn an, er strebt an dir hinauf;
+Verliere was, er wird es bringen,
+Nach deinem Stock ins Wasser springen.
+
+\1 Du hast wohl recht; ich finde nicht die Spur
+Von einem Geist, und alles ist Dressur.
+
+\2 Dem Hunde, wenn er gut gezogen,
+Wird selbst ein weiser Mann gewogen.
+Ja, deine Gunst verdient er ganz und gar,
+Er, der Studenten trefflicher Skolar.
+
+ \[Sie gehen in das Stadttor.\]
+
+\Szene{Studierzimmer}
+
+\1 \[mit dem Pudel hereintretend.\]
+{\Forma \strophae [8] {0}
+Verlassen hab ich Feld und Auen,
+Die eine tiefe Nacht bedeckt,
+Mit ahnungsvollem, heil'gem Grauen
+In uns die beßre Seele weckt.
+Entschlafen sind nun wilde Triebe
+Mit jedem ungestümen Tun;
+Es reget sich die Menschenliebe,
+Die Liebe Gottes regt sich nun.
+
+Sei ruhig, Pudel! renne nicht hin und wider!
+An der Schwelle was schnoperst du hier?
+Lege dich hinter den Ofen nieder,
+Mein bestes Kissen geb ich dir.
+Wie du draußen auf dem bergigen Wege
+Durch Rennen und Springen ergetzt uns hast,
+So nimm nun auch von mir die Pflege,
+Als ein willkommner stiller Gast.
+
+Ach wenn in unsrer engen Zelle
+Die Lampe freundlich wieder brennt,
+Dann wird's in unserm Busen helle,
+Im Herzen, das sich selber kennt.
+Vernunft fängt wieder an zu sprechen,
+Und Hoffnung wieder an zu blühn,
+Man sehnt sich nach des Lebens Bächen,
+Ach! nach des Lebens Quelle hin.
+
+Knurre nicht, Pudel! Zu den heiligen Tönen,
+Die jetzt meine ganze Seel umfassen,
+Will der tierische Laut nicht passen.
+Wir sind gewohnt, daß die Menschen verhöhnen,
+Was sie nicht verstehn,
+Daß sie vor dem Guten und Schönen,
+Das ihnen oft beschwerlich ist, murren;
+Will es der Hund, wie sie, beknurren?
+}
+Aber ach! schon fühl ich, bei dem besten Willen,
+Befriedigung nicht mehr aus dem Busen quillen.
+Aber warum muß der Strom so bald versiegen,
+Und wir wieder im Durste liegen?
+Davon hab ich so viel Erfahrung.
+Doch dieser Mangel läßt sich ersetzen,
+Wir lernen das Überirdische schätzen,
+Wir sehnen uns nach Offenbarung,
+Die nirgends würd'ger und schöner brennt
+Als in dem Neuen Testament.
+Mich drängt's, den Grundtext aufzuschlagen,
+Mit redlichem Gefühl einmal
+Das heilige Original
+In mein geliebtes Deutsch zu übertragen,
+
+\[Er schlägt ein Volum auf und schickt sich an.\]
+
+Geschrieben steht: "`Im Anfang war das Wort!"'
+Hier stock ich schon! Wer hilft mir weiter fort?
+Ich kann das Wort so hoch unmöglich schätzen,
+Ich muß es anders übersetzen,
+Wenn ich vom Geiste recht erleuchtet bin.
+Geschrieben steht: Im Anfang war der Sinn.
+Bedenke wohl die erste Zeile,
+Daß deine Feder sich nicht übereile!
+Ist es der Sinn, der alles wirkt und schafft?
+Es sollte stehn: Im Anfang war die Kraft!
+Doch, auch indem ich dieses niederschreibe,
+Schon warnt mich was, daß ich dabei nicht bleibe.
+Mir hilft der Geist! Auf einmal seh ich Rat
+Und schreibe getrost: Im Anfang war die Tat!
+\vacua
+Soll ich mit dir das Zimmer teilen,
+Pudel, so laß das Heulen,
+So laß das Bellen!
+Solch einen störenden Gesellen
+Mag ich nicht in der Nähe leiden.
+Einer von uns beiden
+Muß die Zelle meiden.
+Ungern heb ich das Gastrecht auf,
+Die Tür ist offen, hast freien Lauf.
+Aber was muß ich sehen!
+Kann das natürlich geschehen?
+Ist es Schatten? ist's Wirklichkeit?
+Wie wird mein Pudel lang und breit!
+Er hebt sich mit Gewalt,
+Das ist nicht eines Hundes Gestalt!
+Welch ein Gespenst bracht ich ins Haus!
+Schon sieht er wie ein Nilpferd aus,
+Mit feurigen Augen, schrecklichem Gebiß.
+Oh! du bist mir gewiß!
+Für solche halbe Höllenbrut
+Ist Salomonis Schlüssel gut.
+\persona{Geister} \[auf dem Gange\] Drinnen gefangen ist einer!
+{\Locus \textus {+8em}
+Bleibet haußen, folg ihm keiner!
+Wie im Eisen der Fuchs,
+Zagt ein alter Höllenluchs.
+Aber gebt acht!
+Schwebet hin, schwebet wider,
+Auf und nieder,
+Und er hat sich losgemacht.
+Könnt ihr ihm nützen,
+Laßt ihn nicht sitzen!
+Denn er tat uns allen
+Schon viel zu Gefallen.
+}
+\1 Erst zu begegnen dem Tiere,
+Brauch ich den Spruch der Viere:
+
+\begin{Strophen}
+
+\stropha
+
+Salamander soll glühen,
+Undene sich winden,
+Sylphe verschwinden,
+Kobold sich mühen.
+
+\stropha
+Wer sie nicht kennte
+Die Elemente,
+Ihre Kraft
+Und Eigenschaft,
+Wäre kein Meister
+Über die Geister.
+
+\stropha
+Verschwind in Flammen,
+Salamander!
+Rauschend fließe zusammen,
+Undene!
+Leucht in Meteoren-Schöne,
+Sylphe!
+Bring häusliche Hülfe,
+Incubus! Incubus!
+Tritt hervor und mache den Schluß!
+
+\stropha
+Keines der Viere
+Steckt in dem Tiere.
+Es liegt ganz ruhig und grinst mich an;
+Ich hab ihm noch nicht weh getan.
+Du sollst mich hören
+Stärker beschwören.
+
+\stropha
+Bist du, Geselle
+Ein Flüchtling der Hölle?
+So sieh dies Zeichen
+Dem sie sich beugen,
+Die schwarzen Scharen!
+
+\stropha
+Schon schwillt es auf mit borstigen Haaren.
+
+\stropha
+Verworfnes Wesen!
+Kannst du ihn lesen?
+Den nie Entsproßnen,
+Unausgesprochnen,
+Durch alle Himmel Gegoßnen,
+Freventlich Durchstochnen?
+
+\stropha
+Hinter den Ofen gebannt,
+Schwillt es wie ein Elefant
+Den ganzen Raum füllt es an,
+Es will zum Nebel zerfließen.
+Steige nicht zur Decke hinan!
+Lege dich zu des Meisters Füßen!
+Du siehst, daß ich nicht vergebens drohe.
+Ich versenge dich mit heiliger Lohe!
+Erwarte nicht
+Das dreimal glühende Licht!
+Erwarte nicht
+Die stärkste von meinen Künsten!
+
+\end{Strophen}
+
+\persona*[2]{Mephistopheles}
+
+\2 \[tritt, indem der Nebel fällt, gekleidet wie
+ein fahrender Scholastikus, hinter dem Ofen hervor\]
+Wozu der Lärm? was steht dem Herrn zu Diensten?
+
+\1 Das also war des Pudels Kern!
+Ein fahrender Skolast? Der Kasus macht mich lachen.
+
+\2 Ich salutiere den gelehrten Herrn!
+Ihr habt mich weidlich schwitzen machen.
+
+\1 Wie nennst du dich? \\
+
+\2 Die Frage scheint mir klein
+Für einen, der das Wort so sehr verachtet,
+Der, weit entfernt von allem Schein,
+Nur in der Wesen Tiefe trachtet.
+
+\1 Bei euch, ihr Herrn, kann man das Wesen
+Gewöhnlich aus dem Namen lesen,
+Wo es sich allzu deutlich weist,
+Wenn man euch Fliegengott, Verderber, Lügner heißt.
+Nun gut, wer bist du denn?\\
+
+\2 Ein Teil von jener Kraft,
+Die stets das Böse will und stets das Gute schafft.
+
+\1 Was ist mit diesem Rätselwort gemeint?
+
+\2 Ich bin der Geist, der stets verneint!
+Und das mit Recht; denn alles, was entsteht,
+Ist wert, daß es zugrunde geht;
+Drum besser wär's, daß nichts entstünde.
+So ist denn alles, was ihr Sünde,
+Zerstörung, kurz, das Böse nennt,
+Mein eigentliches Element.
+
+\1 Du nennst dich einen Teil, und stehst doch ganz vor mir?
+
+\2 Bescheidne Wahrheit sprech ich dir.
+Wenn sich der Mensch, die kleine Narrenwelt
+Gewöhnlich für ein Ganzes hält--
+Ich bin ein Teil des Teils, der anfangs alles war
+Ein Teil der Finsternis, die sich das Licht gebar
+Das stolze Licht, das nun der Mutter Nacht
+Den alten Rang, den Raum ihr streitig macht,
+Und doch gelingt's ihm nicht, da es, so viel es strebt,
+Verhaftet an den Körpern klebt.
+Von Körpern strömt's, die Körper macht es schön,
+Ein Körper hemmt's auf seinem Gange;
+So, hoff ich, dauert es nicht lange,
+Und mit den Körpern wird's zugrunde gehn.
+
+\1 Nun kenn ich deine würd'gen Pflichten!
+Du kannst im Großen nichts vernichten
+Und fängst es nun im Kleinen an.
+
+\2
+Und freilich ist nicht viel damit getan.
+Was sich dem Nichts entgegenstellt,
+Das Etwas, diese plumpe Welt
+So viel als ich schon unternommen
+Ich wußte nicht ihr beizukommen
+Mit Wellen, Stürmen, Schütteln, Brand--
+Geruhig bleibt am Ende Meer und Land!
+Und dem verdammten Zeug, der Tier- und Menschenbrut,
+Dem ist nun gar nichts anzuhaben:
+Wie viele hab ich schon begraben!
+Und immer zirkuliert ein neues, frisches Blut.
+So geht es fort, man möchte rasend werden!
+Der Luft, dem Wasser wie der Erden
+Entwinden tausend Keime sich,
+Im Trocknen, Feuchten, Warmen, Kalten!
+Hätt ich mir nicht die Flamme vorbehalten,
+Ich hätte nichts Aparts für mich.
+
+\1 So setzest du der ewig regen,
+Der heilsam schaffenden Gewalt
+Die kalte Teufelsfaust entgegen,
+Die sich vergebens tückisch ballt!
+Was anders suche zu beginnen
+Des Chaos wunderlicher Sohn!
+
+\2 Wir wollen wirklich uns besinnen,
+Die nächsten Male mehr davon!
+Dürft ich wohl diesmal mich entfernen?
+
+\1 Ich sehe nicht, warum du fragst.
+Ich habe jetzt dich kennen lernen
+Besuche nun mich, wie du magst.
+Hier ist das Fenster, hier die Türe,
+Ein Rauchfang ist dir auch gewiß.
+
+\2 Gesteh ich's nur! daß ich hinausspaziere,
+Verbietet mir ein kleines Hindernis,
+Der Drudenfuß auf Eurer Schwelle--
+
+\1 Das Pentagramma macht dir Pein?
+Ei sage mir, du Sohn der Hölle,
+Wenn das dich bannt, wie kamst du denn herein?
+Wie ward ein solcher Geist betrogen?
+
+\2 Beschaut es recht! es ist nicht gut gezogen:
+Der eine Winkel, der nach außen zu,
+Ist, wie du siehst, ein wenig offen.
+
+\1 Das hat der Zufall gut getroffen!
+Und mein Gefangner wärst denn du?
+Das ist von ungefähr gelungen!
+
+\2 Der Pudel merkte nichts, als er hereingesprungen,
+Die Sache sieht jetzt anders aus:
+Der Teufel kann nicht aus dem Haus.
+
+\1 Doch warum gehst du nicht durchs Fenster?
+
+\2 's ist ein Gesetz der Teufel und Gespenster:
+Wo sie hereingeschlüpft, da müssen sie hinaus.
+Das erste steht uns frei, beim zweiten sind wir Knechte.
+
+\1 Die Hölle selbst hat ihre Rechte?
+Das find ich gut, da ließe sich ein Pakt,
+Und sicher wohl, mit euch, ihr Herren, schließen?
+
+\2 Was man verspricht, das sollst du rein genießen,
+Dir wird davon nichts abgezwackt.
+Doch das ist nicht so kurz zu fassen,
+Und wir besprechen das zunächst
+Doch jetzo bitt ich, hoch und höchst,
+Für dieses Mal mich zu entlassen.
+
+\1 So bleibe doch noch einen Augenblick,
+Um mir erst gute Mär zu sagen.
+
+\2 Jetzt laß mich los! ich komme bald zurück;
+Dann magst du nach Belieben fragen.
+
+\1 Ich habe dir nicht nachgestellt,
+Bist du doch selbst ins Garn gegangen.
+Den Teufel halte, wer ihn hält!
+Er wird ihn nicht so bald zum zweiten Male fangen.
+
+\2 Wenn dir's beliebt, so bin ich auch bereit,
+Dir zur Gesellschaft hier zu bleiben;
+Doch mit Bedingnis, dir die Zeit
+Durch meine Künste würdig zu vertreiben.
+
+\1 Ich seh es gern, das steht dir frei;
+Nur daß die Kunst gefällig sei!
+
+\2 Du wirst, mein Freund, für deine Sinnen
+In dieser Stunde mehr gewinnen
+Als in des Jahres Einerlei.
+Was dir die zarten Geister singen,
+Die schönen Bilder, die sie bringen,
+Sind nicht ein leeres Zauberspiel.
+Auch dein Geruch wird sich ergetzen,
+Dann wirst du deinen Gaumen letzen,
+Und dann entzückt sich dein Gefühl.
+Bereitung braucht es nicht voran,
+Beisammen sind wir, fanget an!
+
+
+\persona{Geister} \\
+{\Locus \textus {+8em}
+Schwindet, ihr dunkeln
+Wölbungen droben!
+Reizender schaue
+Freundlich der blaue
+Äther herein!
+Wären die dunkeln
+Wolken zerronnen!
+Sternelein funkeln,
+Mildere Sonnen
+Scheinen darein.
+Himmlischer Söhne
+Geistige Schöne,
+Schwankende Beugung
+Schwebet vorüber.
+Sehnende Neigung
+Folget hinüber;
+Und der Gewänder
+Flatternde Bänder
+Decken die Länder,
+Decken die Laube,
+Wo sich fürs Leben,
+Tief in Gedanken,
+Liebende geben.
+Laube bei Laube!
+Sprossende Ranken!
+Lastende Traube
+Stürzt ins Behälter
+Drängender Kelter,
+Stürzen in Bächen
+Schäumende Weine,
+Rieseln durch reine,
+Edle Gesteine,
+Lassen die Höhen
+Hinter sich liegen,
+Breiten zu Seen
+Sich ums Genüge
+Grünender Hügel.
+Und das Geflügel
+Schlürfet sich Wonne,
+Flieget der Sonne,
+Flieget den hellen
+Inseln entgegen,
+Die sich auf Wellen
+Gauklend bewegen;
+Wo wir in Chören
+Jauchzende hören,
+Über den Auen
+Tanzende schauen,
+Die sich im Freien
+Alle zerstreuen.
+Einige klimmen
+Über die Höhen,
+Andere schwimmen
+Über die Seen,
+Andere schweben;
+Alle zum Leben,
+Alle zur Ferne
+Liebender Sterne,
+Seliger Huld.
+}
+\vacua
+\2 Er schläft! So recht, ihr luft'gen zarten Jungen!
+Ihr habt ihn treulich eingesungen!
+Für dies Konzert bin ich in eurer Schuld.
+Du bist noch nicht der Mann, den Teufel festzuhalten!
+Umgaukelt ihn mit süßen Traumgestalten,
+Versenkt ihn in ein Meer des Wahns;
+Doch dieser Schwelle Zauber zu zerspalten,
+Bedarf ich eines Rattenzahns.
+Nicht lange brauch ich zu beschwören,
+Schon raschelt eine hier und wird sogleich mich hören.
+\begin{Strophen}
+\stropha
+Der Herr der Ratten und der Mäuse,
+Der Fliegen, Frösche, Wanzen, Läuse
+Befiehlt dir, dich hervor zu wagen
+Und diese Schwelle zu benagen,
+So wie er sie mit Öl betupft--
+Da kommst du schon hervorgehupft!
+Nur frisch ans Werk! Die Spitze, die mich bannte,
+Sie sitzt ganz vornen an der Kante.
+Noch einen Biß, so ist's geschehn.--
+Nun, Fauste, träume fort, bis wir uns wiedersehn.
+\end{Strophen}
+
+\1 \[erwachend\] Bin ich denn abermals betrogen?
+Verschwindet so der geisterreiche Drang
+Daß mir ein Traum den Teufel vorgelogen,
+Und daß ein Pudel mir entsprang?
+
+\Szene{Studierzimmer}
+\(\1. \2.\)
+
+\1 Es klopft? Herein! Wer will mich wieder plagen?
+\2 Ich bin's. \\
+\1 Herein! \\
+\2 Du mußt es dreimal sagen.
+\1 Herein denn! \\
+\2 So gefällst du mir.
+Wir werden, hoff ich, uns vertragen;
+Denn dir die Grillen zu verjagen,
+Bin ich als edler Junker hier,
+In rotem, goldverbrämtem Kleide,
+Das Mäntelchen von starrer Seide,
+Die Hahnenfeder auf dem Hut,
+Mit einem langen, spitzen Degen,
+Und rate nun dir, kurz und gut,
+Dergleichen gleichfalls anzulegen;
+Damit du, losgebunden, frei,
+Erfahrest, was das Leben sei.
+
+\1 In jedem Kleide werd ich wohl die Pein
+Des engen Erdelebens fühlen.
+Ich bin zu alt, um nur zu spielen,
+Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
+Was kann die Welt mir wohl gewähren?
+Entbehren sollst du! sollst entbehren!
+Das ist der ewige Gesang,
+Der jedem an die Ohren klingt,
+Den, unser ganzes Leben lang,
+Uns heiser jede Stunde singt.
+Nur mit Entsetzen wach ich morgens auf,
+Ich möchte bittre Tränen weinen,
+Den Tag zu sehn, der mir in seinem Lauf
+Nicht einen Wunsch erfüllen wird, nicht einen,
+Der selbst die Ahnung jeder Lust
+Mit eigensinnigem Krittel mindert,
+Die Schöpfung meiner regen Brust
+Mit tausend Lebensfratzen hindert.
+Auch muß ich, wenn die Nacht sich niedersenkt,
+Mich ängstlich auf das Lager strecken;
+Auch da wird keine Rast geschenkt,
+Mich werden wilde Träume schrecken.
+Der Gott, der mir im Busen wohnt,
+Kann tief mein Innerstes erregen;
+Der über allen meinen Kräften thront,
+Er kann nach außen nichts bewegen;
+Und so ist mir das Dasein eine Last,
+Der Tod erwünscht, das Leben mir verhaßt.
+
+\2
+Und doch ist nie der Tod ein ganz willkommner Gast.
+
+\1 O selig der, dem er im Siegesglanze
+Die blut'gen Lorbeern um die Schläfe windet,
+Den er, nach rasch durchrastem Tanze,
+In eines Mädchens Armen findet!
+O wär ich vor des hohen Geistes Kraft
+Entzückt, entseelt dahin gesunken!
+
+\2 Und doch hat jemand einen braunen Saft,
+In jener Nacht, nicht ausgetrunken.
+
+\1 Das Spionieren, scheint's, ist deine Lust.
+
+\2
+Allwissend bin ich nicht; doch viel ist mir bewußt.
+
+\1 Wenn aus dem schrecklichen Gewühle
+Ein süß bekannter Ton mich zog,
+Den Rest von kindlichem Gefühle
+Mit Anklang froher Zeit betrog,
+So fluch ich allem, was die Seele
+Mit Lock- und Gaukelwerk umspannt,
+Und sie in diese Trauerhöhle
+Mit Blend- und Schmeichelkräften bannt!
+Verflucht voraus die hohe Meinung
+Womit der Geist sich selbst umfängt!
+Verflucht das Blenden der Erscheinung,
+Die sich an unsre Sinne drängt!
+Verflucht, was uns in Träumen heuchelt
+Des Ruhms, der Namensdauer Trug!
+Verflucht, was als Besitz uns schmeichelt,
+Als Weib und Kind, als Knecht und Pflug!
+Verflucht sei Mammon, wenn mit Schätzen
+Er uns zu kühnen Taten regt,
+Wenn er zu müßigem Ergetzen
+Die Polster uns zurechte legt!
+Fluch sei dem Balsamsaft der Trauben!
+Fluch jener höchsten Liebeshuld!
+Fluch sei der Hoffnung! Fluch dem Glauben,
+Und Fluch vor allen der Geduld!
+\persona{Geisterchor} \[unsichtbar\] Weh! weh!
+{\Locus \textus {+8em}
+Du hast sie zerstört
+Die schöne Welt,
+Mit mächtiger Faust;
+Sie stürzt, sie zerfällt!
+Ein Halbgott hat sie zerschlagen!
+Wir tragen
+Die Trümmern ins Nichts hinüber,
+Und klagen
+Über die verlorne Schöne.
+Mächtiger
+Der Erdensöhne,
+Prächtiger
+Baue sie wieder,
+In deinem Busen baue sie auf!
+Neuen Lebenslauf
+Beginne,
+Mit hellem Sinne,
+Und neue Lieder
+Tönen darauf!
+}
+\2 Dies sind die Kleinen
+Von den Meinen.
+Höre, wie zu Lust und Taten
+Altklug sie raten!
+In die Welt weit,
+Aus der Einsamkeit
+Wo Sinnen und Säfte stocken,
+Wollen sie dich locken.
+
+\vacua
+Hör auf, mit deinem Gram zu spielen,
+Der, wie ein Geier, dir am Leben frißt;
+Die schlechteste Gesellschaft läßt dich fühlen,
+Daß du ein Mensch mit Menschen bist.
+Doch so ist's nicht gemeint
+Dich unter das Pack zu stoßen.
+Ich bin keiner von den Großen;
+Doch willst du, mit mir vereint,
+Deine Schritte durchs Leben nehmen,
+So will ich mich gern bequemen,
+Dein zu sein, auf der Stelle.
+Ich bin dein Geselle,
+Und mach ich dir's recht,
+Bin ich dein Diener, bin dein Knecht!
+
+\1 Und was soll ich dagegen dir erfüllen?
+\2 Dazu hast du noch eine lange Frist.
+\1 Nein, nein! der Teufel ist ein Egoist
+Und tut nicht leicht um Gottes willen,
+Was einem andern nützlich ist.
+Sprich die Bedingung deutlich aus;
+Ein solcher Diener bringt Gefahr ins Haus.
+
+\2 Ich will mich hier zu deinem Dienst verbinden,
+Auf deinen Wink nicht rasten und nicht ruhn;
+Wenn wir uns drüben wiederfinden,
+So sollst du mir das gleiche tun.
+
+\1 Das Drüben kann mich wenig kümmern;
+Schlägst du erst diese Welt zu Trümmern,
+Die andre mag darnach entstehn.
+Aus dieser Erde quillen meine Freuden,
+Und diese Sonne scheinet meinen Leiden;
+Kann ich mich erst von ihnen scheiden,
+Dann mag, was will und kann, geschehn.
+Davon will ich nichts weiter hören,
+Ob man auch künftig haßt und liebt,
+Und ob es auch in jenen Sphären
+Ein Oben oder Unten gibt.
+
+\2 In diesem Sinne kannst du's wagen.
+Verbinde dich; du sollst, in diesen Tagen,
+Mit Freuden meine Künste sehn,
+Ich gebe dir, was noch kein Mensch gesehn.
+
+\1 Was willst du armer Teufel geben?
+Ward eines Menschen Geist, in seinem hohen Streben,
+Von deinesgleichen je gefaßt?
+Doch hast du Speise, die nicht sättigt, hast
+Du rotes Gold, das ohne Rast,
+Quecksilber gleich, dir in der Hand zerrinnt,
+Ein Spiel, bei dem man nie gewinnt,
+Ein Mädchen, das an meiner Brust
+Mit Äugeln schon dem Nachbar sich verbindet,
+Der Ehre schöne Götterlust,
+Die, wie ein Meteor, verschwindet?
+Zeig mir die Frucht, die fault, eh man sie bricht,
+Und Bäume, die sich täglich neu begrünen!
+
+\2 Ein solcher Auftrag schreckt mich nicht,
+Mit solchen Schätzen kann ich dienen.
+Doch, guter Freund, die Zeit kommt auch heran,
+Wo wir was Guts in Ruhe schmausen mögen.
+
+\1 Werd ich beruhigt je mich auf ein Faulbett legen,
+So sei es gleich um mich getan!
+Kannst du mich schmeichelnd je belügen,
+Daß ich mir selbst gefallen mag,
+Kannst du mich mit Genuß betrügen--
+Das sei für mich der letzte Tag!
+Die Wette biet ich! \\
+\2 Topp! \\
+\1 Und Schlag auf Schlag!
+Werd ich zum Augenblicke sagen:
+Verweile doch! du bist so schön!
+Dann magst du mich in Fesseln schlagen,
+Dann will ich gern zugrunde gehn!
+Dann mag die Totenglocke schallen,
+Dann bist du deines Dienstes frei,
+Die Uhr mag stehn, der Zeiger fallen,
+Es sei die Zeit für mich vorbei!
+
+\2 Bedenk es wohl, wir werden's nicht vergessen.
+
+\1 Dazu hast du ein volles Recht;
+Ich habe mich nicht freventlich vermessen.
+Wie ich beharre, bin ich Knecht,
+Ob dein, was frag ich, oder wessen.
+
+\2 Ich werde heute gleich, beim Doktorschmaus,
+Als Diener meine Pflicht erfüllen.
+Nur eins!-- Um Lebens oder Sterbens willen
+Bitt ich mir ein paar Zeilen aus.
+
+\1 Auch was Geschriebnes forderst du Pedant?
+Hast du noch keinen Mann, nicht Manneswort gekannt?
+Ist's nicht genug, daß mein gesprochnes Wort
+Auf ewig soll mit meinen Tagen schalten?
+Rast nicht die Welt in allen Strömen fort,
+Und mich soll ein Versprechen halten?
+Doch dieser Wahn ist uns ins Herz gelegt,
+Wer mag sich gern davon befreien?
+Beglückt, wer Treue rein im Busen trägt,
+Kein Opfer wird ihn je gereuen!
+Allein ein Pergament, beschrieben und beprägt,
+Ist ein Gespenst, vor dem sich alle scheuen.
+Das Wort erstirbt schon in der Feder,
+Die Herrschaft führen Wachs und Leder.
+Was willst du böser Geist von mir?
+Erz, Marmor, Pergament, Papier?
+Soll ich mit Griffel, Meißel, Feder schreiben?
+Ich gebe jede Wahl dir frei.
+
+\2 Wie magst du deine Rednerei
+Nur gleich so hitzig übertreiben?
+Ist doch ein jedes Blättchen gut.
+Du unterzeichnest dich mit einem Tröpfchen Blut.
+
+\1 Wenn dies dir völlig Gnüge tut,
+So mag es bei der Fratze bleiben.
+
+\2 Blut ist ein ganz besondrer Saft.
+
+\1 Nur keine Furcht, daß ich dies Bündnis breche!
+Das Streben meiner ganzen Kraft
+Ist grade das, was ich verspreche.
+Ich habe mich zu hoch gebläht,
+In deinen Rang gehör ich nur.
+Der große Geist hat mich verschmäht,
+Vor mir verschließt sich die Natur
+Des Denkens Faden ist zerrissen
+Mir ekelt lange vor allem Wissen.
+Laß in den Tiefen der Sinnlichkeit
+Uns glühende Leidenschaften stillen!
+In undurchdrungnen Zauberhüllen
+Sei jedes Wunder gleich bereit!
+Stürzen wir uns in das Rauschen der Zeit,
+Ins Rollen der Begebenheit!
+Da mag denn Schmerz und Genuß,
+Gelingen und Verdruß
+Miteinander wechseln, wie es kann;
+Nur rastlos betätigt sich der Mann.
+
+\2 Euch ist kein Maß und Ziel gesetzt.
+Beliebt's Euch, überall zu naschen,
+Im Fliehen etwas zu erhaschen,
+Bekomm Euch wohl, was Euch ergetzt.
+Nur greift mir zu und seid nicht blöde!
+
+\1 Du hörest ja, von Freud' ist nicht die Rede.
+Dem Taumel weih ich mich, dem schmerzlichsten Genuß,
+Verliebtem Haß, erquickendem Verdruß.
+Mein Busen, der vom Wissensdrang geheilt ist,
+Soll keinen Schmerzen künftig sich verschließen,
+Und was der ganzen Menschheit zugeteilt ist,
+Will ich in meinem innern Selbst genießen,
+Mit meinem Geist das Höchst' und Tiefste greifen,
+Ihr Wohl und Weh auf meinen Busen häufen,
+Und so mein eigen Selbst zu ihrem Selbst erweitern,
+Und, wie sie selbst, am End auch ich zerscheitern.
+
+\2 O glaube mir, der manche tausend Jahre
+An dieser harten Speise kaut
+Daß von der Wiege bis zur Bahre
+Kein Mensch den alten Sauerteig verdaut!
+Glaub unsereinem, dieses Ganze
+Ist nur für einen Gott gemacht!
+Er findet sich in einem ew'gen Glanze
+Uns hat er in die Finsternis gebracht,
+Und euch taugt einzig Tag und Nacht.
+
+\1 Allein ich will! \\
+\2 Das läßt sich hören!
+Doch nur vor einem ist mir bang:
+Die Zeit ist kurz, die Kunst ist lang.
+Ich dächt, ihr ließet Euch belehren.
+Assoziiert Euch mit einem Poeten,
+Laßt den Herrn in Gedanken schweifen,
+Und alle edlen Qualitäten
+Auf Euren Ehrenscheitel häufen,
+Des Löwen Mut,
+Des Hirsches Schnelligkeit,
+Des Italieners feurig Blut,
+Des Nordens Dau'rbarkeit.
+Laßt ihn Euch das Geheimnis finden,
+Großmut und Arglist zu verbinden,
+Und Euch, mit warmen Jugendtrieben,
+Nach einem Plane zu verlieben.
+Möchte selbst solch einen Herren kennen,
+Würd ihn Herrn Mikrokosmus nennen.
+
+\1 Was bin ich denn, wenn es nicht möglich ist,
+Der Menschheit Krone zu erringen,
+Nach der sich alle Sinne dringen?
+
+\2 Du bist am Ende-- was du bist.
+Setz dir Perücken auf von Millionen Locken,
+Setz deinen Fuß auf ellenhohe Socken,
+Du bleibst doch immer, was du bist.
+
+\1 Ich fühl's, vergebens hab ich alle Schätze
+Des Menschengeists auf mich herbeigerafft,
+Und wenn ich mich am Ende niedersetze,
+Quillt innerlich doch keine neue Kraft;
+Ich bin nicht um ein Haar breit höher,
+Bin dem Unendlichen nicht näher.
+
+\2 Mein guter Herr, Ihr seht die Sachen,
+Wie man die Sachen eben sieht;
+Wir müssen das gescheiter machen,
+Eh uns des Lebens Freude flieht.
+Was Henker! freilich Händ und Füße
+Und Kopf und H[intern], die sind dein;
+Doch alles, was ich frisch genieße,
+Ist das drum weniger mein?
+Wenn ich sechs Hengste zahlen kann,
+Sind ihre Kräfte nicht die meine?
+Ich renne zu und bin ein rechter Mann,
+Als hätt ich vierundzwanzig Beine.
+Drum frisch! Laß alles Sinnen sein,
+Und grad mit in die Welt hinein!
+Ich sag es dir: ein Kerl, der spekuliert,
+Ist wie ein Tier, auf dürrer Heide
+Von einem bösen Geist im Kreis herum geführt,
+Und rings umher liegt schöne grüne Weide.
+
+\1 Wie fangen wir das an? \\
+\2 Wir gehen eben fort.
+Was ist das für ein Marterort?
+Was heißt das für ein Leben führen,
+Sich und die Jungens ennuyieren?
+Laß du das dem Herrn Nachbar Wanst!
+Was willst du dich das Stroh zu dreschen plagen?
+Das Beste, was du wissen kannst,
+Darfst du den Buben doch nicht sagen.
+Gleich hör ich einen auf dem Gange!
+
+\1 Mir ist's nicht möglich, ihn zu sehn.
+
+\2 Der arme Knabe wartet lange,
+Der darf nicht ungetröstet gehn.
+Komm, gib mir deinen Rock und Mütze;
+Die Maske muß mir köstlich stehn. \[Er kleidet sich um.\]
+Nun überlaß es meinem Witze!
+Ich brauche nur ein Viertelstündchen Zeit;
+Indessen mache dich zur schönen Fahrt bereit! \[Faust ab.\]
+
+\2 \[in Fausts langem Kleide\]
+Verachte nur Vernunft und Wissenschaft,
+Des Menschen allerhöchste Kraft,
+Laß nur in Blend- und Zauberwerken
+Dich von dem Lügengeist bestärken,
+So hab ich dich schon unbedingt--
+Ihm hat das Schicksal einen Geist gegeben,
+Der ungebändigt immer vorwärts dringt,
+Und dessen übereiltes Streben
+Der Erde Freuden überspringt.
+Den schlepp ich durch das wilde Leben,
+Durch flache Unbedeutenheit,
+Er soll mir zappeln, starren, kleben,
+Und seiner Unersättlichkeit
+Soll Speis und Trank vor gier'gen Lippen schweben;
+Er wird Erquickung sich umsonst erflehn,
+Und hätt er sich auch nicht dem Teufel übergeben,
+Er müßte doch zugrunde gehn!
+\persona*[3]{Schüler}
+
+ \(Ein \3 tritt auf.\)
+
+\3 Ich bin allhier erst kurze Zeit,
+Und komme voll Ergebenheit,
+Einen Mann zu sprechen und zu kennen,
+Den alle mir mit Ehrfucht nennen.
+
+\2 Eure Höflichkeit erfreut mich sehr!
+Ihr seht einen Mann wie andre mehr.
+Habt Ihr Euch sonst schon umgetan?
+
+\3 Ich bitt Euch, nehmt Euch meiner an!
+Ich komme mit allem guten Mut,
+Leidlichem Geld und frischem Blut;
+Meine Mutter wollte mich kaum entfernen;
+Möchte gern was Rechts hieraußen lernen.
+
+\2 Da seid Ihr eben recht am Ort.
+
+\3 Aufrichtig, möchte schon wieder fort:
+In diesen Mauern, diesen Hallen
+Will es mir keineswegs gefallen.
+Es ist ein gar beschränkter Raum,
+Man sieht nichts Grünes, keinen Baum,
+Und in den Sälen, auf den Bänken,
+Vergeht mir Hören, Sehn und Denken.
+
+\2 Das kommt nur auf Gewohnheit an.
+So nimmt ein Kind der Mutter Brust
+Nicht gleich im Anfang willig an,
+Doch bald ernährt es sich mit Lust.
+So wird's Euch an der Weisheit Brüsten
+Mit jedem Tage mehr gelüsten.
+
+\3 An ihrem Hals will ich mit Freuden hangen;
+Doch sagt mir nur, wie kann ich hingelangen?
+
+\2 Erklärt Euch, eh Ihr weiter geht,
+Was wählt Ihr für eine Fakultät?
+
+\3 Ich wünschte recht gelehrt zu werden,
+Und möchte gern, was auf der Erden
+Und in dem Himmel ist, erfassen,
+Die Wissenschaft und die Natur.
+
+\2 Da seid Ihr auf der rechten Spur;
+Doch müßt Ihr Euch nicht zerstreuen lassen.
+
+\3 Ich bin dabei mit Seel und Leib;
+Doch freilich würde mir behagen
+Ein wenig Freiheit und Zeitvertreib
+An schönen Sommerfeiertagen.
+
+\2
+Gebraucht der Zeit, sie geht so schnell von hinnen,
+Doch Ordnung lehrt Euch Zeit gewinnen.
+Mein teurer Freund, ich rat Euch drum
+Zuerst Collegium Logicum.
+Da wird der Geist Euch wohl dressiert,
+In spanische Stiefeln eingeschnürt,
+Daß er bedächtiger so fortan
+Hinschleiche die Gedankenbahn,
+Und nicht etwa, die Kreuz und Quer,
+Irrlichteliere hin und her.
+Dann lehret man Euch manchen Tag,
+Daß, was Ihr sonst auf einen Schlag
+Getrieben, wie Essen und Trinken frei,
+Eins! Zwei! Drei! dazu nötig sei.
+Zwar ist's mit der Gedankenfabrik
+Wie mit einem Weber-Meisterstück,
+Wo ein Tritt tausend Fäden regt,
+Die Schifflein herüber hinüber schießen,
+Die Fäden ungesehen fließen,
+Ein Schlag tausend Verbindungen schlägt.
+Der Philosoph, der tritt herein
+Und beweist Euch, es müßt so sein:
+Das Erst wär so, das Zweite so,
+Und drum das Dritt und Vierte so;
+Und wenn das Erst und Zweit nicht wär,
+Das Dritt und Viert wär nimmermehr.
+Das preisen die Schüler allerorten,
+Sind aber keine Weber geworden.
+Wer will was Lebendigs erkennen und beschreiben,
+Sucht erst den Geist heraus zu treiben,
+Dann hat er die Teile in seiner Hand,
+Fehlt, leider! nur das geistige Band.
+Encheiresin naturae nennt's die Chemie,
+Spottet ihrer selbst und weiß nicht wie.
+
+\3 Kann Euch nicht eben ganz verstehen.
+
+\2 Das wird nächstens schon besser gehen,
+Wenn Ihr lernt alles reduzieren
+Und gehörig klassifizieren.
+
+\3 Mir wird von alledem so dumm,
+Als ging, mir ein Mühlrad im Kopf herum.
+
+\2 Nachher, vor allen andern Sachen,
+Müßt Ihr Euch an die Metaphysik machen!
+Da seht, daß Ihr tiefsinnig faßt,
+Was in des Menschen Hirn nicht paßt;
+Für was drein geht und nicht drein geht,
+Ein prächtig Wort zu Diensten steht.
+Doch vorerst dieses halbe Jahr
+Nehmt ja der besten Ordnung wahr.
+Fünf Stunden habt Ihr jeden Tag;
+Seid drinnen mit dem Glockenschlag!
+Habt Euch vorher wohl präpariert,
+Paragraphos wohl einstudiert,
+Damit Ihr nachher besser seht,
+Daß er nichts sagt, als was im Buche steht;
+Doch Euch des Schreibens ja befleißt,
+Als diktiert, Euch der Heilig Geist!
+
+\3 Das sollt Ihr mir nicht zweimal sagen!
+Ich denke mir, wie viel es nützt
+Denn, was man schwarz auf weiß besitzt,
+Kann man getrost nach Hause tragen.
+
+\2 Doch wählt mir eine Fakultät!
+
+\3 Zur Rechtsgelehrsamkeit kann ich mich nicht bequemen.
+
+\2 Ich kann es Euch so sehr nicht übel nehmen,
+Ich weiß, wie es um diese Lehre steht.
+Es erben sich Gesetz' und Rechte
+Wie eine ew'ge Krankheit fort;
+Sie schleppen von Geschlecht sich zum Geschlechte,
+Und rücken sacht von Ort zu Ort.
+Vernunft wird Unsinn, Wohltat Plage;
+Weh dir, daß du ein Enkel bist!
+Vom Rechte, das mit uns geboren ist,
+Von dem ist, leider! nie die Frage.
+
+\3 Mein Abscheu wird durch Euch vermehrt.
+O glücklich der, den Ihr belehrt!
+Fast möcht ich nun Theologie studieren.
+
+\2 Ich wünschte nicht, Euch irre zu führen.
+Was diese Wissenschaft betrifft,
+Es ist so schwer, den falschen Weg zu meiden,
+Es liegt in ihr so viel verborgnes Gift,
+Und von der Arzenei ist's kaum zu unterscheiden.
+Am besten ist's auch hier, wenn Ihr nur einen hört,
+Und auf des Meisters Worte schwört.
+Im ganzen-- haltet Euch an Worte!
+Dann geht Ihr durch die sichre Pforte
+Zum Tempel der Gewißheit ein.
+
+\3 Doch ein Begriff muß bei dem Worte sein.
+
+\2
+Schon gut! Nur muß man sich nicht allzu ängstlich quälen
+Denn eben wo Begriffe fehlen,
+Da stellt ein Wort zur rechten Zeit sich ein.
+Mit Worten läßt sich trefflich streiten,
+Mit Worten ein System bereiten,
+An Worte läßt sich trefflich glauben,
+Von einem Wort läßt sich kein Jota rauben.
+
+\3 Verzeiht, ich halt Euch auf mit vielen Fragen,
+Allem ich muß Euch noch bemühn.
+Wollt Ihr mir von der Medizin
+Nicht auch ein kräftig Wörtchen sagen?
+Drei Jahr ist eine kurze Zeit,
+Und, Gott! das Feld ist gar zu weit.
+Wenn man einen Fingerzeig nur hat,
+Läßt sich's schon eher weiter fühlen.
+
+\2 \[für sich\] Ich bin des trocknen Tons nun satt,
+Muß wieder recht den Teufel spielen.
+\[Laut.\] Der Geist der Medizin ist leicht zu fassen;
+Ihr durchstudiert die groß, und kleine Welt,
+Um es am Ende gehn zu lassen,
+Wie's Gott gefällt.
+Vergebens, daß Ihr ringsum wissenschaftlich schweift,
+Ein jeder lernt nur, was er lernen kann;
+Doch der den Augenblick ergreift,
+Das ist der rechte Mann.
+Ihr seid noch ziemlich wohl gebaut,
+An Kühnheit wird's Euch auch nicht fehlen,
+Und wenn Ihr Euch nur selbst vertraut,
+Vertrauen Euch die andern Seelen.
+Besonders lernt die Weiber führen;
+Es ist ihr ewig Weh und Ach
+So tausendfach
+Aus einem Punkte zu kurieren,
+Und wenn Ihr halbweg ehrbar tut,
+Dann habt Ihr sie all unterm Hut.
+Ein Titel muß sie erst vertraulich machen,
+Daß Eure Kunst viel Künste übersteigt;
+Zum Willkomm tappt Ihr dann nach allen Siebensachen,
+Um die ein andrer viele Jahre streicht,
+Versteht das Pülslein wohl zu drücken,
+Und fasset sie, mit feurig schlauen Blicken,
+Wohl um die schlanke Hüfte frei,
+Zu sehn, wie fest geschnürt sie sei.
+
+\3 Das sieht schon besser aus! Man sieht doch, wo und wie.
+
+\2 Grau, teurer Freund, ist alle Theorie,
+Und grün des Lebens goldner Baum.
+
+\3 Ich schwör Euch zu, mir ist's als wie ein Traum.
+Dürft ich Euch wohl ein andermal beschweren,
+Von Eurer Weisheit auf den Grund zu hören?
+
+\2 Was ich vermag, soll gern geschehn.
+
+\3 Ich kann unmöglich wieder gehn,
+Ich muß Euch noch mein Stammbuch überreichen,
+Gönn Eure Gunst mir dieses Zeichen!
+
+\2 Sehr wohl. \[Er schreibt und gibt's.\]
+
+\3 \[liest\] Eritis sicut Deus, scientes bonum et malum.
+
+ \(Macht's ehrerbietig zu und empfiehlt sich.\)
+
+\2
+Folg nur dem alten Spruch und meiner Muhme, der Schlange,
+Dir wird gewiß einmal bei deiner Gottähnlichkeit bange!
+
+ \(\1 tritt auf.\)
+
+\1 Wohin soll es nun gehn? \\
+
+\2 Wohin es dir gefällt.
+Wir sehn die kleine, dann die große Welt.
+Mit welcher Freude, welchem Nutzen
+Wirst du den Cursum durchschmarutzen!
+
+\1 Allein bei meinem langen Bart
+Fehlt mir die leichte Lebensart.
+Es wird mir der Versuch nicht glücken;
+Ich wußte nie mich in die Welt zu schicken.
+Vor andern fühl ich mich so klein;
+Ich werde stets verlegen sein.
+
+\2 Mein guter Freund, das wird sich alles geben;
+Sobald du dir vertraust, sobald weißt du zu leben.
+
+\1 Wie kommen wir denn aus dem Haus?
+Wo hast du Pferde, Knecht und Wagen?
+
+\2 Wir breiten nur den Mantel aus,
+Der soll uns durch die Lüfte tragen.
+Du nimmst bei diesem kühnen Schritt
+Nur keinen großen Bündel mit.
+Ein bißchen Feuerluft, die ich bereiten werde,
+Hebt uns behend von dieser Erde.
+Und sind wir leicht, so geht es schnell hinauf;
+Ich gratuliere dir zum neuen Lebenslauf!
+
+\persona*[1]{Faust}
+\persona*[2]{Mephistopheles}
+
+\Szene {Auerbachs Keller In Leipzig}
+
+\(\LetterSpace{Zeche} lustiger \LetterSpace{Gesellen}.\)
+
+
+\persona[10]{Frosch} Will keiner trinken? keiner lachen?
+Ich will euch lehren Gesichter machen!
+Ihr seid ja heut wie nasses Stroh,
+Und brennt sonst immer lichterloh.
+
+\persona[11]{Brander} Das liegt an dir; du bringst ja nichts herbei,
+Nicht eine Dummheit, keine Sauerei.
+
+\10 \[giesst ihm ein Glas Wein über den Kopf\]
+Da hast du beides! \\
+\11 Doppelt Schwein!
+
+\10 Ihr wollt es ja, man soll es sein!
+
+\persona[12]{Siebel} Zur Tür hinaus, er sich entzweit!
+Mit offner Brust singt Runda, sauft und schreit!
+Auf! Holla! Ho! \\
+\persona[13]{Altmayer} Weh mir, ich bin verloren!
+Baumwolle her! der Kerl sprengt mir die Ohren.
+
+\12 Wenn das Gewölbe widerschallt,
+Fühlt man erst recht des Basses Grundgewalt.
+
+\10 So recht, hinaus mit dem, der etwas übel nimmt!
+A! tara lara da!
+\13 A! tara lara da! \\
+\10 Die Kehlen sind gestimmt.
+{ \Locus \textus {+5em} %
+\[l]Singt. \] Das liebe Heil'ge Röm'sche Reich,
+Wie hält's nur noch zusammen?
+}
+\11 Ein garstig Lied! Pfui! ein politisch Lied
+Ein leidig Lied! Dankt Gott mit jedem Morgen,
+Daß ihr nicht braucht fürs Röm'sche Reich zu sorgen!
+Ich halt es wenigstens für reichlichen Gewinn,
+Daß ich nicht Kaiser oder Kanzler bin.
+Doch muß auch uns ein Oberhaupt nicht fehlen;
+Wir wollen einen Papst erwählen.
+Ihr wißt, welch eine Qualität
+Den Ausschlag gibt, den Mann erhöht.
+
+\10 \[singt\] Schwing dich auf, Frau Nachtigall,
+{ \Locus \textus {+5em}
+Grüß mir mein Liebchen zehentausendmal.
+}
+\12 Dem Liebchen keinen Gruß! ich will davon nichts hören!
+\10
+Dem Liebchen Gruß und Kuß! du wirst mir's nicht verwehren!
+{ \Locus \textus {+5em} %
+\[l]Singt. \] Riegel auf! in stiller Nacht.
+Riegel auf! der Liebste wacht.
+Riegel zu! des Morgens früh.
+}
+
+\12 Ja, singe, singe nur und lob und rühme sie!
+Ich will zu meiner Zeit schon lachen.
+Sie hat mich angeführt, dir wird sie's auch so machen.
+Zum Liebsten sei ein Kobold ihr beschert!
+Der mag mit ihr auf einem Kreuzweg schäkern;
+Ein alter Bock, wenn er vom Blocksberg kehrt,
+Mag im Galopp noch gute Nacht ihr meckern!
+Ein braver Kerl von echtem Fleisch und Blut
+Ist für die Dirne viel zu gut.
+Ich will von keinem Gruße wissen,
+Als ihr die Fenster eingeschmissen
+
+\11 \[auf den Tisch schlagend\]
+Paßt auf! paßt auf! Gehorchet mir!
+Ihr Herrn, gesteht, ich weiß zu leben
+Verliebte Leute sitzen hier,
+Und diesen muß, nach Standsgebühr,
+Zur guten Nacht ich was zum besten geben.
+Gebt acht! Ein Lied vom neusten Schnitt!
+Und singt den Rundreim kräftig mit!
+{ \Locus \textus {+5em} %
+\[l] Er singt. \] Es war eine Ratt im Kellernest,
+Lebte nur von Fett und Butter,
+Hatte sich ein Ränzlein angemäst't,
+Als wie der Doktor Luther.
+Die Köchin hatt ihr Gift gestellt;
+Da ward's so eng ihr in der Welt,
+Als hätte sie Lieb im Leibe.
+
+\Locus \textus -
+\persona{Chorus} \[jauchzend\] Als hätte sie Lieb im Leibe.
+\Locus \textus +
+\11 Sie fuhr herum, sie fuhr heraus,
+Und soff aus allen Pfützen,
+Zernagt', zerkratzt, das ganze Haus,
+Wollte nichts ihr Wüten nützen;
+Sie tät gar manchen Ängstesprung,
+Bald hatte das arme Tier genung,
+Als hätt es Lieb im Leibe.
+
+\persona{Chorus} Als hätt es Lieb im Leibe.
+
+\11 Sie kam vor Angst am hellen Tag
+Der Küche zugelaufen,
+Fiel an den Herd und zuckt, und lag,
+Und tät erbärmlich schnaufen.
+Da lachte die Vergifterin noch:
+Ha! sie pfeift auf dem letzten Loch,
+Als hätte sie Lieb im Leibe.
+\persona{Chorus} Als hätte sie Lieb im Leibe.
+}
+
+\12 Wie sich die platten Bursche freuen!
+Es ist mir eine rechte Kunst,
+Den armen Ratten Gift zu streuen!
+
+\11 Sie stehn wohl sehr in deiner Gunst?
+
+\13 Der Schmerbauch mit der kahlen Platte!
+Das Unglück macht ihn zahm und mild;
+Er sieht in der geschwollnen Ratte
+Sein ganz natürlich Ebenbild
+
+\(\1 und \2 treten auf.\)
+
+\2 Ich muß dich nun vor allen Dingen
+In lustige Gesellschaft bringen,
+Damit du siehst, wie leicht sich's leben läßt.
+Dem Volke hier wird jeder Tag ein Fest.
+Mit wenig Witz und viel Behagen
+Dreht jeder sich im engen Zirkeltanz,
+Wie junge Katzen mit dem Schwanz.
+Wenn sie nicht über Kopfweh klagen,
+So lang der Wirt nur weiter borgt,
+Sind sie vergnügt und unbesorgt.
+
+\11 Die kommen eben von der Reise,
+Man sieht's an ihrer wunderlichen Weise;
+Sie sind nicht eine Stunde hier.
+
+\10 Wahrhaftig, du hast recht! Mein Leipzig lob ich mir!
+Es ist ein klein Paris, und bildet seine Leute.
+
+\12 Für was siehst du die Fremden an?
+
+\10 Laß mich nur gehn! Bei einem vollen Glase
+Zieh ich, wie einen Kinderzahn,
+Den Burschen leicht die Würmer aus der Nase.
+Sie scheinen mir aus einem edlen Haus,
+Sie sehen stolz und unzufrieden aus.
+
+\11 Marktschreier sind's gewiß, ich wette!
+
+\13 Vielleicht. \\
+\10 Gib acht, ich schraube sie!
+
+\2 \[zu Faust\] Den Teufel spürt das Völkchen nie,
+Und wenn er sie beim Kragen hätte.
+
+\1 Seid uns gegrüßt, ihr Herrn! \\
+\12 Viel Dank zum Gegengruß.
+
+ \[Leise, Mephistopheles von der Seite ansehend.\]
+Was hinkt der Kerl auf einem Fuß?
+
+\2 Ist es erlaubt, uns auch zu euch zu setzen?
+Statt eines guten Trunks, den man nicht haben kann
+Soll die Gesellschaft uns ergetzen.
+
+\13 Ihr scheint ein sehr verwöhnter Mann.
+
+\10 Ihr seid wohl spät von Rippach aufgebrochen?
+Habt ihr mit Herren Hans noch erst zu Nacht gespeist?
+
+\2 Heut sind wir ihn vorbeigereist!
+Wir haben ihn das letztemal gesprochen.
+Von seinen Vettern wußt er viel zu sagen,
+Viel Grüße hat er uns an jeden aufgetragen.
+
+ \[Er neigt sich gegen \10\]
+
+\13 \[leise\] Da hast du's! der versteht's! \\
+\12 Ein pfiffiger Patron!
+\10 Nun, warte nur, ich krieg ihn schon!
+\2 Wenn ich nicht irrte, hörten wir
+Geübte Stimmen Chorus singen?
+Gewiß, Gesang muß trefflich hier
+Von dieser Wölbung widerklingen!
+\10 Seid Ihr wohrgar ein Virtuos?
+\2
+O nein! die Kraft ist schwach, allein die Lust ist groß.
+\13 Gebt uns ein Lied! \\
+\2 Wenn ihr begehrt, die Menge.
+\12 Nur auch ein nagelneues Stück!
+\2 Wir kommen erst aus Spanien zurück,
+Dem schönen Land des Weins und der Gesänge.
+{ \Locus \textus {+5em} %
+\[l]Singt. \] Es war einmal ein König,
+Der hatt einen großen Floh--
+}
+\10 Horcht! Einen Froh! Habt ihr das wohl gefaßt?
+Ein Floh ist mir ein saubrer Gast.
+
+\2 \[singt\] Es war einmal ein König
+{ \Locus \textus {+5em}
+Der hatt einen großen Floh,
+Den liebt, er gar nicht wenig,
+Als wie seinen eignen Sohn.
+Da rief er seinen Schneider,
+Der Schneider kam heran:
+Da, miß dem Junker Kleider
+Und miß ihm Hosen an!
+}
+\11 Vergeßt nur nicht, dem Schneider einzuschärfen,
+Daß er mir aufs genauste mißt,
+Und daß, so lieb sein Kopf ihm ist,
+Die Hosen keine Falten werfen!
+\2 In Sammet und in Seide
+{ \Locus \textus {+5em}
+War er nun angetan
+Hatte Bänder auf dem Kleide,
+Hatt auch ein Kreuz daran
+Und war sogleich Minister,
+Und hatt einen großen Stern.
+Da wurden seine Geschwister
+Bei Hof auch große Herrn.
+
+\vacua
+Und Herrn und Fraun am Hofe,
+Die waren sehr geplagt,
+Die Königin und die Zofe
+Gestochen und genagt,
+Und durften sie nicht knicken,
+Und weg sie jucken nicht.
+Wir knicken und ersticken
+Doch gleich, wenn einer sticht.
+}
+\persona{Chorus} \[jauchzend\] Wir knicken und ersticken
+{ \Locus \textus {+5em}
+Doch gleich, wenn einer sticht.
+}
+\10 Bravo! Bravo! Das war schön!
+\12 So soll es jedem Floh ergehn!
+\11 Spitzt die Finger und packt sie fein!
+\13 Es lebe die Freiheit! Es lebe der Wein!
+\2
+Ich tränke gern ein Glas, die Freiheit hoch zu ehren,
+Wenn eure Weine nur ein bißchen besser wären.
+\12 Wir mögen das nicht wieder hören!
+\2 Ich fürchte nur, der Wirt beschweret sich;
+Sonst gäb ich diesen werten Gästen
+Aus unserm Keller was zum besten.
+\12 Nur immer her! ich nehm's auf mich.
+\10 Schafft Ihr ein gutes Glas, so wollen wir Euch loben.
+Nur gebt nicht gar zu kleine Proben
+Denn wenn ich judizieren soll,
+Verlang ich auch das Maul recht voll.
+\13 \[leise\] Sie sind vom Rheine, wie ich spüre.
+\2 Schafft einen Bohrer an! \\
+\11 Was soll mit dem geschehn?
+Ihr habt doch nicht die Fässer vor der Türe?
+\13
+Dahinten hat der Wirt ein Körbchen Werkzeug stehn.
+\2 \[nimmt den Bohrer.\]
+\[Zu \10\] Nun sagt, was wünschet Ihr zu schmecken?
+\10 Wie meint Ihr das? Habt Ihr so mancherlei?
+\2 Ich stell es einem jeden frei.
+\13 \[zu \10.\]
+Aha! du fängst schon an, die Lippen abzulecken.
+\10
+Gut! wenn ich wählen soll, so will ich Rheinwein haben.
+Das Vaterland verleiht die allerbesten Gaben.
+
+\2 \[indem er an dem Platz, wo Frosch sitzt, ein Loch in den
+Tischrand bohrt\]
+Verschafft ein wenig Wachs, die Pfropfen gleich zu machen!
+\13 Ach, das sind Taschenspielersachen.
+\2 \[zu Brander\] Und Ihr? \\
+\11 Ich will Champagner Wein
+Und recht moussierend soll er sein!
+
+\2 \[bohrt; einer hat indessen die Wachspfropfen gemacht und
+verstopft.\]
+
+\11 Man kann nicht stets das Fremde meiden
+Das Gute liegt uns oft so fern.
+Ein echter deutscher Mann mag keinen Franzen leiden,
+Doch ihre Weine trinkt er gern.
+
+\12 \[indem sich Mephistopheles seinem Platze nähert\]
+Ich muß gestehn, den sauern mag ich nicht,
+Gebt mir ein Glas vom echten süßen!
+
+\2 \[bohrt\] Euch soll sogleich Tokayer fließen.
+
+\13 Nein, Herren, seht mir ins Gesicht!
+Ich seh es ein, ihr habt uns nur zum besten.
+
+\2 Ei! Ei! Mit solchen edlen Gästen
+Wär es ein bißchen viel gewagt.
+Geschwind! Nur grad heraus gesagt!
+Mit welchem Weine kann ich dienen?
+
+\13 Mit jedem! Nur nicht lang gefragt.
+
+ \(Nachdem die Löcher alle gebohrt und verstopft sind.\)
+
+\2 \[mit seltsamen Gebärden.\]
+{ \Locus \textus {+5em}
+Trauben trägt der Weinstock!
+Hörner der Ziegenbock;
+Der Wein ist saftig, Holz die Reben,
+Der hölzerne Tisch kann Wein auch geben.
+Ein tiefer Blick in die Natur!
+Hier ist ein Wunder, glaubet nur!
+}
+Nun zieht die Pfropfen und genießt!
+
+\persona{Alle} \[indem sie die Pfropfen ziehen und jedem der verlangte
+Wein ins Glas läuft\] O schöner Brunnen, der uns fließt!
+
+\2 Nur hütet euch, daß ihr mir nichts vergießt!
+
+ \[Sie trinken wiederholt.\]
+
+\persona{Alle} \[singen\] Uns ist ganz kannibalisch wohl,
+{ \Locus \textus {+5em}
+Als wie fünfhundert Säuen!
+}
+
+\2 Das Volk ist frei, seht an, wie wohl's ihm geht!
+\1 Ich hätte Lust, nun abzufahren.
+\2 Gib nur erst acht, die Bestialität
+Wird sich gar herrlich offenbaren.
+
+\12 \[trinkt unvorsichtig, der Wein fließt auf die Erde und wird zur\\
+Flamme\] Helft! Feuer! helft! Die Hölle brennt!
+
+\2 \[die Flamme besprechend\]
+Sei tedruhig, freundlich Element!
+ \[Zu den Gesellen.\]
+Für diesmal war es nur ein Tropfen Fegefeuer.
+\12
+Was soll das sein? Wart! Ihr bezahlt es teuer!
+Es scheinet, daß Ihr uns nicht kennt.
+
+\10 Laß Er uns das zum zweiten Male bleiben!
+
+\13 Ich dächt, wir hießen ihn ganz sachte seitwärts gehn.
+
+\12 Was, Herr? Er will sich unterstehn,
+Und hier sein Hokuspokus treiben?
+
+\2 Still, altes Weinfaß! \\
+\12 Besenstiel!
+Du willst uns gar noch grob begegnen?
+
+\11 Wart nur, es sollen Schläge regnen!
+\13 \[zieht einen Pfropf aus dem Tisch, es springt ihm Feuer \\
+entgegen\] Ich brenne! ich brenne! \\
+\12 Zauberei!
+Stoßt zu! der Kerl ist vogelfrei!
+ \[Sie ziehen die Messer und gehn auf Mephistopheles los.\]
+
+\2 \[mit ernsthafter Gebärde\]
+{ \Locus \textus {+5em}
+Falsch Gebild und Wort
+Verändern Sinn und Ort!
+Seid hier und dort!
+}
+ \[Sie stehn erstaunt und sehn einander an.\]
+
+\13 Wo bin ich? Welches schöne Land!
+\10 Weinberge! Seh ich recht? \\
+\12 Und Trauben gleich zur Hand!
+\11
+Hier unter diesem grünen Laube,
+Seht, welch ein Stock! Seht, welche Traube!
+
+\[Er faßt Siebeln bei der Nase. Die andern tun es wechselseitig und heben
+ die Messer.\]
+
+\2 \[wie oben\] Irrtum, laß los der Augen Band!
+Und merkt euch, wie der Teufel spaße.
+
+ \[Er verschwindet mit Faust, die Gesellen fahren auseinander\]
+
+\12 Was gibt's? \\
+\13 Wie? \\
+\10 War das deine Nase?
+\11 \[zu Siebel\] Und deine hab ich in der Hand!
+\13 Es war ein Schlag, der ging durch alle Glieder!
+Schafft einen Stuhl, ich sinke nieder!
+\10 Nein, sagt mir nur, was ist geschehn?
+\10 Wo ist der Kerl? Wenn ich ihn spüre,
+Er soll mir nicht lebendig gehn!
+\13 Ich hab ihn selbst hinaus zur Kellertüre--
+Auf einem Fasse reiten sehn--
+Es liegt mir bleischwer in den Füßen.
+ \[Sich nach dem Tische wendend.\]
+Mein! Sollte wohl der Wein noch fließen?
+\12 Betrug war alles, Lug und Schein.
+\10 Mir deuchte doch, als tränk ich Wein.
+\11 Aber wie war es mit den Trauben?
+\13 Nun sag mir eins, man soll kein Wunder glauben!
+
+ \Szene {Hexenküche}
+
+\( Auf einem niedrigen Herd steht ein großer Kessel über dem Feuer.
+In dem Dampfe, der davon in die Höhe steigt, zeigen sich verschiedene
+Gestalten. Eine Meerkatze sitzt bei dem Kessel und schäumt ihn und
+sorgt, daß er nicht überläuft. Der Meerkater mit den Jungen sitzt
+darneben und wärmt sich. Wände und Decke sind mit dem seltsamsten
+Hexenhausrat geschmückt.\)
+
+\(\1. \2.\)
+
+\1 Mir widersteht das tolle Zauberwesen!
+Versprichst du mir, ich soll genesen
+In diesem Wust von Raserei?
+Verlang ich Rat von einem alten Weibe?
+Und schafft die Sudelköcherei
+Wohl dreißig Jahre mir vom Leibe?
+Weh mir, wenn du nichts Bessers weißt!
+Schon ist die Hoffnung mir verschwunden.
+Hat die Natur und hat ein edler Geist
+Nicht irgendeinen Balsam ausgefunden?
+\2 Mein Freund, nun sprichst du wieder klug!
+Dich zu verjüngen, gibt's auch ein natürlich Mittel;
+Allein es steht in einem andern Buch,
+Und ist ein wunderlich Kapitel.
+
+\1 Ich will es wissen. \\
+\2 Gut! Ein Mittel, ohne Geld
+Und Arzt und Zauberei zu haben:
+Begib dich gleich hinaus aufs Feld,
+Fang an zu hacken und zu graben
+Erhalte dich und deinen Sinn
+In einem ganz beschränkten Kreise,
+Ernähre dich mit ungemischter Speise,
+Leb mit dem Vieh als Vieh, und acht es nicht für Raub,
+Den Acker, den du erntest, selbst zu düngen;
+Das ist das beste Mittel, glaub,
+Auf achtzig Jahr dich zu verjüngen!
+
+\1 Das bin ich nicht gewöhnt, ich kann mich nicht bequemen,
+Den Spaten in die Hand zu nehmen.
+Das enge Leben steht mir gar nicht an.
+
+\2 So muß denn doch die Hexe dran.
+
+\1 Warum denn just das alte Weib!
+Kannst du den Trank nicht selber brauen?
+
+\2 Das wär ein schöner Zeitvertreib!
+Ich wollt indes wohl tausend Brücken bauen.
+Nicht Kunst und Wissenschaft allein,
+Geduld will bei dem Werke sein.
+Ein stiller Geist ist jahrelang geschäftig,
+Die Zeit nur macht die feine Gärung kräftig.
+Und alles, was dazu gehört,
+Es sind gar wunderbare Sachen!
+Der Teufel hat sie's zwar gelehrt;
+Allein der Teufel kann's nicht machen. \[Die Tiere erblickend.\]
+Sieh, welch ein zierliches Geschlecht!
+Das ist die Magd! das ist der Knecht!
+\[Zu den Tieren.\] Es scheint, die Frau ist nicht zu Hause?
+
+{\Locus \textus {+6em}
+\persona{Die Tiere} Beim Schmause,
+Aus dem Haus
+Zum Schornstein hinaus!
+}
+\2 Wie lange pflegt sie wohl zu schwärmen?
+\persona{Die Tiere} So lange wir uns die Pfoten wärmen.
+\2 \[(zu Faust\] Wie findest du die zarten Tiere?
+\1 So abgeschmackt, als ich nur jemand sah!
+\2 Nein, ein Discours wie dieser da
+Ist grade der, den ich am liebsten führe!
+\[zu den Tieren.\] So sagt mir doch, verfluchte Puppen,
+Was quirlt ihr in dem Brei herum?
+
+\persona{Die Tiere} Wir kochen breite Bettelsuppen.
+
+\2 Da habt ihr ein groß Publikum.
+
+\persona{Der Kater} \[macht sich herbei und schmeichelt dem Mephistopheles\]
+{\Locus \textus {+6em}
+O würfle nur gleich,
+Und mache mich reich,
+Und laß mich gewinnen!
+Gar schlecht ist's bestellt,
+Und wär ich bei Geld,
+So wär ich bei Sinnen.
+}
+\2 Wie glücklich würde sich der Affe schätzen,
+Könnt er nur auch ins Lotto setzen!
+
+\[Indessen haben die jungen Meerkätzchen mit einer großen Kugel gespielt
+und rollen sie hervor.\]
+
+{\Locus \textus {+6em}
+\persona{Der Kater} Das ist die Welt;
+Sie steigt und fällt
+Und rollt beständig;
+Sie klingt wie Glas--
+Wie bald bricht das!
+Ist hohl inwendig.
+Hier glänzt sie sehr,
+Und hier noch mehr:
+"`Ich bin lebendig!"'
+Mein lieber Sohn,
+Halt dich davon!
+Du mußt sterben!
+Sie ist von Ton,
+Es gibt Scherben.
+}
+\2 Was soll das Sieb?
+\persona{Der Kater} \[holt es herunter\] Wärst du ein Dieb,
+{\Locus \textus {+6em}
+Wollt ich dich gleich erkennen.
+
+ \(Er lauft zur Kätzin und läßt sie durchsehen.\)
+Sieh durch das Sieb!
+Erkennst du den Dieb,
+Und darfst ihn nicht nennen?
+}
+\2 \[sich dem Feuer nähernd\] Und dieser Topf?
+
+\persona{Kater und Kätzin} Der alberne Tropf!
+{\Locus \textus {+6em}
+Er kennt nicht den Topf,
+Er kennt nicht den Kessel!
+}
+\2 Unhöfliches Tier!
+
+{\Locus \textus {+6em}
+\persona{Der Kater} Den Wedel nimm hier,
+Und setz dich in Sessel!
+}
+
+ \(Er nötigt den Mephistopheles zu sitzen.\)
+
+\1 \[welcher diese Zeit über vor einem Spiegel gestanden, sich ihm bald
+genähert, bald sich von ihm entfernt hat\]
+Was seh ich? Welch ein himmlisch Bild
+Zeigt sich in diesem Zauberspiegel!
+O Liebe, leihe mir den schnellsten deiner Flügel,
+Und führe mich in ihr Gefild!
+Ach wenn ich nicht auf dieser Stelle bleibe,
+Wenn ich es wage, nah zu gehn,
+Kann ich sie nur als wie im Nebel sehn!--
+Das schönste Bild von einem Weibe!
+Ist's möglich, ist das Weib so schön?
+Muß ich an diesem hingestreckten Leibe
+Den Inbegriff von allen Himmeln sehn?
+So etwas findet sich auf Erden?
+
+\2
+Natürlich, wenn ein Gott sich erst sechs Tage plagt,
+Und selbst am Ende Bravo sagt,
+Da muß es was Gescheites werden.
+Für diesmal sieh dich immer satt;
+Ich weiß dir so ein Schätzchen auszuspüren,
+Und selig, wer das gute Schicksal hat,
+Als Bräutigam sie heim zu führen!
+
+\(\1 sieht immerfort in den Spiegel. \2, sich in dem Sessel
+ dehnend und mit dem Wedel spielend, fährt fort zu sprechen.\)
+
+Hier sitz ich wie der König auf dem Throne,
+Den Zepter halt ich hier, es fehlt nur noch die Krone.
+
+\persona{Die Tiere} \[welche bisher allerlei wunderliche Bewegungen
+durcheinander gemacht haben, bringen dem Mephistopheles eine Krone mit
+großem Ge\-schrei\]
+{\Locus \textus {+6em}
+O sei doch so gut,
+Mit Schweiß und mit Blut
+Die Krone zu leimen!
+
+\(Sie gehn ungeschickt mit der Krone um und zerbrechen sie in zwei Stücke,
+ mit welchen sie herumspringen.\)
+Nun ist es geschehn!
+Wir reden und sehn,
+Wir hören und reimen--
+}
+\1 \[gegen den Spiegel\]
+Weh mir! ich werde schier verrückt.
+\2 \[auf die Tiere deutend\]
+Nun fängt mir an fast selbst der Kopf zu schwanken.
+{\Locus \textus {+6em}
+\persona {Die Tiere} Und wenn es uns glückt,
+Und wenn es sich schickt,
+So sind es Gedanken!
+}
+\1 \[wie oben\] Mein Busen fängt mir an zu brennen!
+Entfernen wir uns nur geschwind!
+
+\2 \[in obiger Stellung\]
+Nun, wenigstens muß man bekennen,
+Daß es aufrichtige Poeten sind.
+
+\persona*[3]{Die Hexe}
+\(Der Kessel, welchen die Katzin bisher außer acht gelassen, fängt an
+über\-zulaufen, es entsteht eine große Flamme, welche zum Schornstein hinaus
+schlägt. \3 kommt durch die Flamme mit entsetzlichem Geschrei herunter gefahren.\)
+
+
+\3 Au! Au! Au! Au!
+Verdammtes Tier! verfluchte Sau!
+Versäumst den Kessel, versengst die Frau!
+Verfluchtes Tier! \[Faust und Mephistopheles erblickend.\]
+{\Locus \textus {+6em}
+Was ist das hier?
+Wer seid ihr hier?
+Was wollt ihr da?
+Wer schlich sich ein?
+Die Feuerpein
+Euch ins Gebein!
+
+\(Sie fahrt mit dem Schaumlöffel in den Kessel und spritzt Flammen nach
+Faust, Mephistopheles und den Tieren. Die Tiere winseln.\)
+
+\2 \[welcher den Wedel, den er in der Hand hält, umkehrt und unter die
+Gläser und Töpfe schlägt\]
+Entzwei! entzwei!
+Da liegt der Brei!
+Da liegt das Glas!
+Es ist nur Spaß,
+Der Takt, du Aas,
+Zu deiner Melodei.
+}
+
+ \(Indem die Hexe voll Grimm und Entsetzen zurücktritt.\)
+Erkennst du mich? Gerippe! Scheusal du!
+Erkennst du deinen Herrn und Meister?
+Was hält mich ab, so schlag ich zu,
+Zerschmettre dich und deine Katzengeister!
+Hast du vorm roten Wams nicht mehr Respekt?
+Kannst du die Hahnenfeder nicht erkennen?
+Hab ich dies Angesicht versteckt?
+Soll ich mich etwa selber nennen?
+
+\3 O Herr, verzeiht den rohen Gruß!
+Seh ich doch keinen Pferdefuß.
+Wo sind denn Eure beiden Raben?
+
+\2 Für diesmal kommst du so davon;
+Denn freilich ist es eine Weile schon,
+Daß wir uns nicht gesehen haben.
+Auch die Kultur, die alle Welt beleckt,
+Hat auf den Teufel sich erstreckt;
+Das nordische Phantom ist nun nicht mehr zu schauen;
+Wo siehst du Hörner, Schweif und Klauen?
+Und was den Fuß betrifft, den ich nicht missen kann,
+Der würde mir bei Leuten schaden;
+Darum bedien ich mich, wie mancher junge Mann,
+Seit vielen Jahren falscher Waden.
+
+\3 \[tanzend\] Sinn und Verstand verlier ich schier,
+Seh ich den Junker Satan wieder hier!
+
+\2 Den Namen, Weib, verbitt ich mir!
+
+\3 Warum? Was hat er Euch getan?
+
+\2
+Er ist schon lang ins Fabelbuch geschrieben;
+Allein die Menschen sind nichts besser dran,
+Den Bösen sind sie los, die Bösen sind geblieben.
+Du nennst mich Herr Baron, so ist die Sache gut;
+Ich bin ein Kavalier, wie andre Kavaliere.
+Du zweifelst nicht an meinem edlen Blut;
+Sieh her, das ist das Wappen, das ich führe!
+
+\[Er macht eine unanständige Gebärde.\]
+
+\3 \[lacht unmäßig.\] Ha! Ha! Das ist in Eurer Art!
+Ihr seid ein Schelm, wie Ihr nur immer wart!
+
+\2 \[zu Faust\] Mein Freund, das lerne wohl verstehn!
+Dies ist die Art, mit Hexen umzugehn.
+
+\3 Nun sagt, ihr Herren, was ihr schafft.
+
+\2 Ein gutes Glas von dem bekannten Saft!
+Doch muß ich Euch ums ältste bitten;
+Die Jahre doppeln seine Kraft.
+
+\3 Gar gern! Hier hab ich eine Flasche,
+Aus der ich selbst zuweilen nasche,
+Die auch nicht mehr im mindsten stinkt;
+Ich will euch gern ein Gläschen geben.
+
+ \[Leise.\]
+
+Doch wenn es dieser Mann unvorbereitet trinkt
+So kann er, wißt Ihr wohl, nicht eine Stunde leben.
+
+\2 Es ist ein guter Freund, dem es gedeihen soll;
+Ich gönn ihm gern das Beste deiner Küche.
+Zieh deinen Kreis, sprich deine Sprüche,
+Und gib ihm eine Tasse voll!
+
+\(p)\3, mit seltsamen Gebärden, zieht einen Kreis und stellt wunderbare
+Sachen hinein; indessen fangen die Gläser an zu klingen, die Kessel zu
+tönen, und machen Musik. Zuletzt bringt sie ein großes Buch, stellt die
+Meerkatzen in den Kreis, die ihr zum Pult dienen und die Fackel halten
+müssen. Sie winkt Fausten, zu ihr zu treten.\)
+
+\1 \[zu Mephistopheles.\] Nein, sage mir, was soll das werden?
+Das tolle Zeug, die rasenden Gebärden,
+Der abgeschmackteste Betrug,
+Sind mir bekannt, verhaßt genug.
+
+\2 Ei Possen! Das ist nur zum Lachen;
+Sei nur nicht ein so strenger Mann!
+Sie muß als Arzt ein Hokuspokus machen,
+Damit der Saft dir wohl gedeihen kann.
+
+ \(Er nötigt Fausten, in den Kreis zu treten.\)
+
+\3 \[mit großer Emphase fängt an, aus dem Buche zu deklamieren\]
+{\Locus \textus {+6em}
+Du mußt verstehn!
+Aus Eins mach Zehn,
+Und Zwei laß gehn,
+Und Drei mach gleich,
+So bist du reich.
+Verlier die Vier!
+Aus Fünf und Sechs,
+So sagt die Hex,
+Mach Sieben und Acht,
+So ist's vollbracht:
+Und Neun ist Eins,
+Und Zehn ist keins.
+Das ist das Hexen-Einmaleins!
+}
+\1 Mich dünkt, die Alte spricht im Fieber.
+
+\2 Das ist noch lange nicht vorüber,
+Ich kenn es wohl, so klingt das ganze Buch;
+Ich habe manche Zeit damit verloren,
+Denn ein vollkommner Widerspruch
+Bleibt gleich geheimnisvoll für Kluge wie für Toren.
+Mein Freund, die Kunst ist alt und neu.
+Es war die Art zu allen Zeiten,
+Durch Drei und Eins, und Eins und Drei
+Irrtum statt Wahrheit zu verbreiten.
+So schwätzt und lehrt man ungestört;
+Wer will sich mit den Narrn befassen?
+Gewöhnlich glaubt der Mensch, wenn er nur Worte hört,
+Es müsse sich dabei doch auch was denken lassen.
+
+{\Locus \textus {+9em}
+\3 \[fährt fort\] Die hohe Kraft
+Der Wissenschaft,
+Der ganzen Welt verborgen!
+Und wer nicht denkt,
+Dem wird sie geschenkt,
+Er hat sie ohne Sorgen.
+}
+
+\1 Was sagt sie uns für Unsinn vor?
+Es wird mir gleich der Kopf zerbrechen.
+Mich dünkt, ich hör ein ganzes Chor
+Von hunderttausend Narren sprechen.
+
+\2 Genug, genug, o treffliche Sibylle!
+Gib deinen Trank herbei, und fülle
+Die Schale rasch bis an den Rand hinan;
+Denn meinem Freund wird dieser Trunk nicht schaden:
+Er ist ein Mann von vielen Graden,
+Der manchen guten Schluck getan.
+
+\(p)Die Hexe, mit vielen Zeremonien, schenkt den Trank in eine Schale, wie sie
+ Faust an den Mund bringt, entsteht eine leichte Flamme.\)
+
+Nur frisch hinunter! Immer zu!
+Es wird dir gleich das Herz erfreuen.
+Bist mit dem Teufel du und du,
+Und willst dich vor der Flamme scheuen?
+
+ \(Die Hexe löst den Kreis. Faust tritt heraus.\)
+
+\2 Nun frisch hinaus! Du darfst nicht ruhn.
+
+\3 Mög Euch das Schlückchen wohl behagen!
+
+\2 \[zur Hexe\] Und kann ich dir was zu Gefallen tun,
+So darfst du mir's nur auf Walpurgis sagen.
+
+\3 Hier ist ein Lied! wenn Ihr's zuweilen singt,
+So werdet Ihr besondre Wirkung spüren.
+
+\2 \[zu Faust\]
+Komm nur geschwind und laß dich führen;
+Du mußt notwendig transpirieren,
+Damit die Kraft durch Inn- und Äußres dringt.
+Den edlen Müßiggang lehr ich hernach dich schätzen,
+Und bald empfindest du mit innigem Ergetzen,
+Wie sich Cupido regt und hin und wider springt.
+
+\1 Laß mich nur schnell noch in den Spiegel schauen!
+Das Frauenbild war gar zu schön!
+
+\2 Nein! Nein! Du sollst das Muster aller Frauen
+Nun bald leibhaftig vor dir sehn.
+ \(Leise.\)
+Du siehst, mit diesem Trank im Leibe,
+Bald Helenen in jedem Weibe.
+
+\Szene {Strasse}
+\persona*[3]{Margarete}
+
+ \(\1. \2 vorübergehend.\)
+
+\1 Mein schönes Fräulein, darf ich wagen,
+Meinen Arm und Geleit Ihr anzutragen?
+\3 Bin weder Fräulein, weder schön,
+Kann ungeleitet nach Hause gehn. \[Sie macht sich los und ab.\]
+
+\1 Beim Himmel, dieses Kind ist schön!
+So etwas hab ich nie gesehn.
+Sie ist so sitt- und tugendreich,
+Und etwas schnippisch doch zugleich.
+Der Lippe Rot, der Wange Licht,
+Die Tage der Welt vergeß ich's nicht!
+Wie sie die Augen niederschlägt,
+Hat tief sich in mein Herz geprägt;
+Wie sie kurz angebunden war,
+Das ist nun zum Entzücken gar!
+
+ \(\2 tritt auf.\)
+
+\1 Hör, du mußt mir die Dirne schaffen!
+\2 Nun, welche? \\
+\1 Sie ging just vorbei.
+
+\2 Da die? Sie kam von ihrem Pfaffen,
+Der sprach sie aller Sünden frei
+Ich schlich mich hart am Stuhl vorbei,
+Es ist ein gar unschuldig Ding,
+Das eben für nichts zur Beichte ging;
+Über die hab ich keine Gewalt!
+
+\1 Ist über vierzehn Jahr doch alt.
+
+\2 Du sprichst ja wie Hans Liederlich,
+Der begehrt jede liebe Blum für sich,
+Und dünkelt ihm, es wär kein Ehr
+Und Gunst, die nicht zu pflücken wär;
+Geht aber doch nicht immer an.
+
+\1 Mein Herr Magister Lobesan,
+Laß Er mich mit dem Gesetz in Frieden!
+Und das sag ich Ihm kurz und gut:
+Wenn nicht das süße junge Blut
+Heut Nacht in meinen Armen ruht,
+So sind wir um Mitternacht geschieden.
+
+\2 Bedenkt, was gehn und stehen mag!
+Ich brauche wenigstens vierzehn Tag,
+Nur die Gelegenheit auszuspüren.
+
+\1 Hätt ich nur sieben Stunden Ruh,
+Brauchte den Teufel nicht dazu
+So ein Geschöpfchen zu verführen.
+
+\2 Ihr sprecht schon fast wie ein Franzos;
+Doch bitt ich, laßt's Euch nicht verdrießen:
+Was hilft's, nur grade zu genießen?
+Die Freud ist lange nicht so groß,
+Als wenn Ihr erst herauf, herum
+Durch allerlei Brimborium,
+Das Püppchen geknetet und zugericht't
+Wie's lehret manche welsche Geschicht.
+
+\1 Hab Appetit auch ohne das.
+
+\2 Jetzt ohne Schimpf und ohne Spaß:
+Ich sag Euch, mit dem schönen Kind
+Geht's ein für allemal nicht geschwind.
+Mit Sturm ist da nichts einzunehmen;
+Wir müssen uns zur List bequemen.
+
+\1 Schaff mir etwas vom Engelsschatz!
+Führ mich an ihren Ruheplatz!
+Schaff mir ein Halstuch von ihrer Brust,
+Ein Strumpfband meiner Liebeslust!
+
+\2 Damit Ihr seht, daß ich Eurer Pein
+Will förderlich und dienstlich sein'
+Wollen wir keinen Augenblick verlieren,
+Will Euch noch heut in ihr Zimmer führen.
+
+\1 Und soll sie sehn? sie haben? \\
+
+\2 Nein!
+Sie wird bei einer Nachbarin sein.
+Indessen könnt Ihr ganz allein
+An aller Hoffnung künft'ger Freuden
+In ihrem Dunstkreis satt Euch weiden.
+
+\1 Können wir hin? \\
+\2 Es ist noch zu früh.
+\1 Sorg du mir für ein Geschenk für sie! \[Ab.\]
+
+\2
+Gleich schenken? Das ist brav! Da wird er reüssieren!
+Ich kenne manchen schönen Platz
+Und manchen altvergrabnen Schatz;
+Ich muß ein bißchen revidieren. \[Ab.\]
+
+\Szene {Abend. Ein kleines reinliches Zimmer}
+
+ \(\3 ihre Zöpfe flechtend und aufbindend.\)
+
+Ich gäb was drum, wenn ich nur wüßt,
+Wer heut der Herr gewesen ist!
+Er sah gewiß recht wacker aus
+Und ist aus einem edlen Haus;
+Das konnt ich ihm an der Stirne lesen--
+Er wär auch sonst nicht so keck gewesen. \[Ab.\]
+
+\2 Herein, ganz leise, nur herein!
+
+\1 \[nach einigem Stillschweigen\]
+Ich bitte dich, laß mich allein!
+\2 \[herumspürend\]
+Nicht jedes Mädchen hält so rein. \[Ab.\]
+
+\1 \[rings aufschauend\]
+Willkommen, süßer Dämmerschein,
+Der du dies Heiligtum durchwebst!
+Ergreif mein Herz, du süße Liebespein,
+Die du vom Tau der Hoffnung schmachtend lebst!
+Wie atmet rings Gefühl der Stille,
+Der Ordnung, der Zufriedenheit!
+In dieser Armut welche Fülle!
+In diesem Kerker welche Seligkeit!
+
+ \(Er wirft sich auf den ledernen Sessel am Bette.\)
+
+O nimm mich auf, der du die Vorwelt schon
+Bei Freud und Schmerz im offnen Arm empfangen!
+Wie oft, ach! hat an diesem Väterthron
+Schon eine Schar von Kindern rings gehangen!
+Vielleicht hat, dankbar für den heil'gen Christ
+Mein Liebchen hier, mit vollen Kinderwangen,
+Dem Ahnherrn fromm die welke Hand geküßt.
+Ich fühl o Mädchen, deinen Geist
+Der Füll und Ordnung um mich säuseln,
+Der mütterlich dich täglich unterweist
+Den Teppich auf den Tisch dich reinlich breiten heißt,
+Sogar den Sand zu deinen Füßen kräuseln.
+O liebe Hand! so göttergleich!
+Die Hütte wird durch dich ein Himmelreich.
+Und hier! \\ \[Er hebt einen Bettvorhang auf.\]
+Was faßt mich für ein Wonnegraus!
+Hier möcht ich volle Stunden säumen.
+Natur, hier bildetest in leichten Träumen
+Den eingebornen Engel aus!
+Hier lag das Kind! mit warmem Leben
+Den zarten Busen angefüllt,
+Und hier mit heilig reinem Weben
+Entwirkte sich das Götterbild!
+\vacua
+
+Und du! Was hat dich hergeführt?
+Wie innig fühl ich mich gerührt!
+Was willst du hier? Was wird das Herz dir schwer?
+Armsel'ger Faust! ich kenne dich nicht mehr.
+\vacua
+
+Umgibt mich hier ein Zauberduft?
+Mich drang's, so grade zu genießen,
+Und fühle mich in Liebestraum zerfließen!
+Sind wir ein Spiel von jedem Druck der Luft?
+\vacua
+
+Und träte sie den Augenblick herein,
+Wie würdest du für deinen Frevel büßen!
+Der große Hans, ach wie so klein!
+Läg, hingeschmolzen, ihr zu Füßen.
+
+\2 Geschwind! ich seh sie unten kommen.
+\1 Fort! Fort! Ich kehre nimmermehr!
+
+\2 Hier ist ein Kästchen leidlich schwer,
+Ich hab's wo anders hergenommen.
+Stellt's hier nur immer in den Schrein,
+Ich schwör Euch, ihr vergehn die Sinnen;
+Ich tat Euch Sächelchen hinein,
+Um eine andre zu gewinnen.
+Zwar Kind ist Kind, und Spiel ist Spiel.
+
+\1 Ich weiß nicht, soll ich? \\
+\2 Fragt Ihr viel?
+Meint Ihr vielleicht den Schatz zu wahren?
+Dann rat ich Eurer Lüsternheit,
+Die liebe schöne Tageszeit
+Und mir die weitre Müh zu sparen.
+Ich hoff nicht, daß Ihr geizig seid!
+Ich kratz den Kopf, reib an den Händen--
+
+ \(Er stellt das Kästchen in den Schrein und drückt das Schloß
+ wieder zu.\)
+Nur fort! geschwind!
+Um Euch das süße junge Kind
+Nach Herzens Wunsch und Will zu wenden;
+Und Ihr seht drein
+Als solltet Ihr in den Hörsaal hinein,
+Als stünden grau leibhaftig vor Euch da
+Physik und Metaphysika!
+Nur fort! \[Ab.\]
+
+\3 \[mit einer Lampe\] Es ist so schwül, so dumpfig hie
+\[c](sie macht das Fenster auf)\]
+Und ist doch eben so warm nicht drauß.
+Es wird mir so, ich weiß nicht wie--
+Ich wollt, die Mutter käm nach Haus.
+Mir läuft ein Schauer übern ganzen Leib--
+Bin doch ein töricht furchtsam Weib!
+
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+
+Es war ein König in Thule
+Gar treu bis an das Grab,
+Dem sterbend seine Buhle
+Einen goldnen Becher gab.
+
+Es ging ihm nichts darüber,
+Er leert ihn jeden Schmaus;
+Die Augen gingen ihm über,
+Sooft er trank daraus.
+
+Und als er kam zu sterben,
+Zählt er seine Städt im Reich,
+Gönnt alles seinem Erben,
+Den Becher nicht zugleich.
+
+Er saß beim Königsmahle,
+Die Ritter um ihn her,
+Auf hohem Vätersaale,
+Dort auf dem Schloß am Meer.
+
+Dort stand der alte Zecher,
+Trank letzte Lebensglut
+Und warf den heiligen Becher
+Hinunter in die Flut.
+
+Er sah ihn stürzen, trinken
+Und sinken tief ins Meer,
+Die Augen täten ihm sinken,
+Trank nie einen Tropfen mehr.
+}
+
+\(c)Sie eröffnet den Schrein, ihre Kleider einzuräumen, und erblickt
+\\das Schmuckkästchen.\)
+
+Wie kommt das schöne Kästchen hier herein?
+Ich schloß doch ganz gewiß den Schrein.
+Es ist doch wunderbar! Was mag wohl drinne sein?
+Vielleicht bracht's jemand als ein Pfand,
+Und meine Mutter lieh darauf.
+Da hängt ein Schlüsselchen am Band
+Ich denke wohl, ich mach es auf!
+Was ist das? Gott im Himmel! Schau,
+So was hab ich mein Tage nicht gesehn!
+Ein Schmuck! Mit dem könnt eine Edelfrau
+Am höchsten Feiertage gehn.
+Wie sollte mir die Kette stehn?
+Wem mag die Herrlichkeit gehören?
+
+ \(Sie putzt sich damit auf und tritt vor den Spiegel.\)
+
+Wenn nur die Ohrring meine wären!
+Man sieht doch gleich ganz anders drein.
+Was hilft euch Schönheit, junges Blut?
+Das ist wohl alles schön und gut,
+Allein man läßt's auch alles sein;
+Man lobt euch halb mit Erbarmen.
+Nach Golde drängt,
+Am Golde hängt
+Doch alles. Ach wir Armen!
+
+\Szene {Spaziergang}
+
+ \(\1 in Gedanken auf und ab gehend. Zu ihm \2.\)
+
+\2
+Bei aller verschmähten Liebe! Beim höllischen Elemente!
+Ich wollt, ich wüßte was Ärgers, daß ich's fluchen könnte!
+
+\1 Was hast? was kneipt dich denn so sehr?
+So kein Gesicht sah ich in meinem Leben!
+
+\2 Ich möcht mich gleich dem Teufel übergeben,
+Wenn ich nur selbst kein Teufel wär!
+
+\1 Hat sich dir was im Kopf verschoben?
+Dich kleidet's wie ein Rasender zu toben!
+
+\2
+Denkt nur, den Schmuck, für Gretchen angeschafft,
+Den hat ein Pfaff hinweggerafft!
+Die Mutter kriegt das Ding zu schauen
+Gleich fängt's ihr heimlich an zu grauen,
+Die Frau hat gar einen feinen Geruch,
+Schnuffelt immer im Gebetbuch
+Und riecht's einem jeden Möbel an,
+Ob das Ding heilig ist oder profan;
+Und an dem Schmuck da spürt, sie's klar,
+Daß dabei nicht viel Segen war.
+"`Mein Kind"', rief sie, "`ungerechtes Gut
+Befängt die Seele, zehrt auf das Blut.
+Wollen's der Mutter Gottes weihen,
+Wird uns mit Himmelsmanna erfreuen!"'
+Margretlein zog ein schiefes Maul,
+Ist halt, dacht sie, ein geschenkter Gaul,
+Und wahrlich! gottlos ist nicht der,
+Der ihn so fein gebracht hierher.
+Die Mutter ließ einen Pfaffen kommen;
+Der hatte kaum den Spaß vernommen,
+Ließ sich den Anblick wohl behagen.
+Er sprach: "`So ist man recht gesinnt!
+Wer überwindet, der gewinnt.
+Die Kirche hat einen guten Magen,
+Hat ganze Länder aufgefressen
+Und doch noch nie sich übergessen;
+Die Kirch allein, meine lieben Frauen,
+Kann ungerechtes Gut verdauen."'
+
+\1 Das ist ein allgemeiner Brauch,
+Ein Jud und König kann es auch.
+
+\2 Strich drauf ein Spange, Kett und Ring',
+Als wären's eben Pfifferling',
+Dankt' nicht weniger und nicht mehr,
+Als ob's ein Korb voll Nüsse wär,
+Versprach ihnen allen himmlischen Lohn--
+Und sie waren sehr erbaut davon.
+
+\1 Und Gretchen? \\
+\2 Sitzt nun unruhvoll,
+Weiß weder, was sie will noch soll,
+Denkt ans Geschmeide Tag und Nacht,
+Noch mehr an den, der's ihr gebracht.
+
+\1 Des Liebchens Kummer tut mir leid.
+Schaff du ihr gleich ein neu Geschmeid!
+Am ersten war ja so nicht viel.
+
+\2 O ja, dem Herrn ist alles Kinderspiel!
+
+\1 Und mach, und richt's nach meinem Sinn,
+Häng dich an ihre Nachbarin!
+Sei, Teufel, doch nur nicht wie Brei,
+Und schaff einen neuen Schmuck herbei!
+
+\2 Ja, gnäd'ger Herr, von Herzen gerne.
+\1 \[ab\]
+\2 So ein verliebter Tor verpufft
+Euch Sonne, Mond und alle Sterne
+Zum Zeitvertreib dem Liebchen in die Luft. \[Ab.\]
+
+
+\Szene {Der Nachbarin Haus}
+
+\persona*[4]{Marthe}
+
+\4 \[allein.\] Gott verzeih's meinem lieben Mann,
+Er hat an mir nicht wohl getan!
+Geht da stracks in die Welt hinein
+Und läßt mich auf dem Stroh allein.
+Tät ihn doch wahrlich nicht betrüben,
+Tät ihn, weiß Gott, recht herzlich lieben.
+ \[c]Sie weint.\]
+Vielleicht ist er gar tot!-- O Pein!-- --
+Hätt ich nur einen Totenschein!
+
+ \(\3 kommt.\)
+\3 Frau Marthe! \\
+\4 Gretelchen, was soll's?
+
+\3 Fast sinken mir die Kniee nieder!
+Da find ich so ein Kästchen wieder
+In meinem Schrein, von Ebenholz,
+Und Sachen herrlich ganz und gar,
+Weit reicher, als das erste war.
+
+\4 Das muß Sie nicht der Mutter sagen;
+Tät's wieder gleich zur Beichte tragen.
+
+\3 Ach seh Sie nur! ach schau Sie nur!
+
+
+\4 \[putzt sie auf\] O du glücksel'ge Kreatur!
+
+\3 Darf mich, leider, nicht auf der Gassen
+Noch in der Kirche mit sehen lassen.
+
+\4 Komm du nur oft zu mir herüber,
+Und leg den Schmuck hier heimlich an;
+Spazier ein Stündchen lang dem Spiegelglas vorüber,
+Wir haben unsre Freude dran;
+Und dann gibt's einen Anlaß, gibt's ein Fest,
+Wo man's so nach und nach den Leuten sehen läßt.
+Ein Kettchen erst, die Perle dann ins Ohr;
+Die Mutter sieht's wohl nicht, man macht ihr auch was vor.
+
+\3 Wer konnte nur die beiden Kästchen bringen?
+Es geht nicht zu mit rechten Dingen! \[Es klopft.\]
+Ach Gott! mag das meine Mutter sein?
+
+\4 \[durchs Vorhängel guckend\]
+Es ist ein fremder Herr-- Herein!
+
+ \(\2 tritt auf.\)
+
+\2 Bin so frei, grad hereinzutreten,
+Muß bei den Frauen Verzeihn erbeten.
+ \[c]Tritt ehrerbietig vor Margareten zurück.\]
+Wollte nach Frau Marthe Schwerdtlein fragen!
+
+\4 Ich bin's, was hat der Herr zu sagen?
+
+\2 \[leise zu ihr\]
+Ich kenne Sie jetzt, mir ist das genug;
+Sie hat da gar vornehmen Besuch.
+Verzeiht die Freiheit, die ich genommen,
+Will Nachmittage wiederkommen.
+
+\4 \[lacht\] Denk, Kind, um alles in der Welt!
+Der Herr dich für ein Fräulein hält.
+
+\3 Ich bin ein armes junges Blut;
+Ach Gott! der Herr ist gar zu gut:
+Schmuck und Geschmeide sind nicht mein.
+
+\2 Ach, es ist nicht der Schmuck allein;
+Sie hat ein Wesen, einen Blick so scharf!
+Wie freut mich's, daß ich bleiben darf.
+
+\4 Was bringt Er denn? Verlange sehr--
+
+\2 Ich wollt, ich hätt eine frohere Mär!--
+Ich hoffe, Sie läßt mich's drum nicht büßen:
+Ihr Mann ist tot und läßt Sie grüßen.
+
+\4 Ist tot? das treue Herz! O weh!
+Mein Mann ist tot! Ach ich vergeh!
+
+\3 Ach! liebe Frau, verzweifelt nicht!
+
+\2 So hört die traurige Geschicht!
+
+\3 Ich möchte drum mein' Tag' nicht lieben,
+Würde mich Verlust zu Tode betrüben.
+
+\2 Freud muß Leid, Leid muß Freude haben.
+
+\4 Erzählt mir seines Lebens Schluß!
+
+\2 Er liegt in Padua begraben
+Beim heiligen Antonius
+An einer wohlgeweihten Stätte
+Zum ewig kühlen Ruhebette.
+
+\4 Habt Ihr sonst nichts an mich zu bringen?
+
+\2 Ja, eine Bitte, groß und schwer:
+Laß Sie doch ja für ihn dreihundert Messen singen!
+Im übrigen sind meine Taschen leer.
+
+\4 Was! nicht ein Schaustück? kein Geschmeid?
+Was jeder Handwerksbursch im Grund des Säckels spart,
+Zum Angedenken aufbewahrt,
+Und lieber hungert, lieber bettelt!
+
+\2 Madam, es tut mir herzlich leid;
+Allein er hat sein Geld wahrhaftig nicht verzettelt.
+Auch er bereute seine Fehler sehr,
+Ja, und bejammerte sein Unglück noch viel mehr.
+
+\3 Ach! daß die Menschen so unglücklich sind!
+Gewiß, ich will für ihn manch Requiem noch beten.
+
+\2 Ihr wäret wert, gleich in die Eh zu treten:
+Ihr seid ein liebenswürdig Kind.
+
+\3 Ach nein, das geht jetzt noch nicht an.
+
+\2 Ist's nicht ein Mann, sei's derweil ein Galan.
+'s ist eine der größten Himmelsgaben,
+So ein lieb Ding im Arm zu haben.
+
+\3 Das ist des Landes nicht der Brauch.
+
+\2 Brauch oder nicht! Es gibt sich auch.
+
+\4 Erzählt mir doch! \\
+\2 Ich stand an seinem Sterbebette,
+Es war was besser als von Mist,
+Von halbgefaultem Stroh; allein er starb als Christ
+Und fand, daß er weit mehr noch auf der Zeche hätte.
+"`Wie"', rief er, "`muß ich mich von Grund aus hassen,
+So mein Gewerb, mein Weib so zu verlassen!
+Ach, die Erinnrung tötet mich
+Vergäb sie mir nur noch in diesem Leben!"'
+
+\4 \[weinend\]
+Der gute Mann! ich hab ihm längst vergeben.
+
+\2
+"`Allein, weiß Gott! sie war mehr schuld als ich."'
+
+\4 Das lügt er! Was! am Rand des Grabs zu lügen!
+
+\2 Er fabelte gewiß in letzten Zügen,
+Wenn ich nur halb ein Kenner bin.
+"`Ich hatte"', sprach er, "`nicht zum Zeitvertreib zu gaffen
+Erst Kinder, und dann Brot für sie zu schaffen,
+Und Brot im allerweitsten Sinn,
+Und konnte nicht einmal mein Teil in Frieden essen."'
+
+\4 Hat er so aller Treu, so aller Lieb vergessen,
+Der Plackerei bei Tag und Nacht!
+
+\2 Nicht doch, er hat Euch herzlich dran gedacht.
+Er sprach: "`Als ich nun weg von Malta ging
+Da betet ich für Frau und Kinder brünstig;
+Uns war denn auch der Himmel günstig,
+Daß unser Schiff ein türkisch Fahrzeug fing,
+Das einen Schatz des großen Sultans führte.
+Da ward der Tapferkeit ihr Lohn,
+Und ich empfing denn auch, wie sich's gebührte,
+Mein wohlgemeßnes Teil davon."'
+
+\4 Ei wie? Ei wo? Hat er's vielleicht vergraben?
+
+\2 Wer weiß, wo nun es die vier Winde haben.
+Ein schönes Fräulein nahm sich seiner an,
+Als er in Napel fremd umherspazierte;
+Sie hat an ihm viel Liebs und Treus getan,
+Daß er's bis an sein selig Ende spürte.
+
+\4 Der Schelm! der Dieb an seinen Kindern!
+Auch alles Elend, alle Not
+Konnt nicht sein schändlich Leben hindern!
+
+\2 Ja seht! dafür ist er nun tot.
+Wär ich nun jetzt an Eurem Platze,
+Betraurt ich ihn ein züchtig Jahr,
+Visierte dann unterweil nach einem neuen Schatze.
+
+\4 Ach Gott! wie doch mein erster war,
+Find ich nicht leicht auf dieser Welt den andern!
+Es konnte kaum ein herziger Närrchen sein.
+Er liebte nur das allzuviele Wandern
+Und fremde Weiber und fremden Wein
+Und das verfluchte Würfelspiel.
+
+\2 Nun, nun, so konnt es gehn und stehen,
+Wenn er Euch ungefähr so viel
+Von seiner Seite nachgesehen.
+Ich schwör Euch zu, mit dem Beding
+Wechselt ich selbst mit Euch den Ring!
+
+\4 O es beliebt dem Herrn zu scherzen!
+
+\2 \[für sich\] Nun mach ich mich beizeiten fort!
+Die hielte wohl den Teufel selbst beim Wort.
+\[Zu Gretchen.\] Wie steht es denn mit Ihrem Herzen?
+
+\3 Was meint der Herr damit? \\
+
+\2 \[für sich\] Du guts, unschuldigs Kind!
+\[Laut.\] Lebt wohl, ihr Fraun! \\
+\3 Lebt wohl! \\
+\4 O sagt mir doch geschwind!
+Ich möchte gern ein Zeugnis haben,
+Wo, wie und wann mein Schatz gestorben und begraben.
+Ich bin von je der Ordnung Freund gewesen,
+Möcht, ihn auch tot im Wochenblättchen lesen.
+
+\2 Ja, gute Frau, durch zweier Zeugen Mund
+Wird allerwegs die Wahrheit kund;
+Habe noch gar einen feinen Gesellen,
+Den will ich Euch vor den Richter stellen.
+Ich bring ihn her. \\
+
+\4 O tut das ja!
+\2
+Und hier die Jungfrau ist auch da?
+Ein braver Knab! ist viel gereist,
+Fräuleins alle Höflichkeit erweist.
+
+\3 Müßte vor dem Herren schamrot werden.
+
+\2 Vor keinem Könige der Erden.
+
+\4 Da hinterm Haus in meinem Garten
+Wollen wir der Herren heut abend warten.
+
+\Szene {Strasse}
+
+\(\1. \2\)
+
+\1 Wie ist's? Will's fördern? Will's bald gehn?
+
+\2 Ah bravo! Find ich Euch in Feuer?
+In kurzer Zeit ist Gretchen Euer.
+Heut abend sollt Ihr sie bei Nachbar' Marthen sehn:
+Das ist ein Weib wie auserlesen
+Zum Kuppler- und Zigeunerwesen!
+
+\1 So recht! \\
+
+\2 Doch wird auch was von uns begehrt.
+
+\1 Ein Dienst ist wohl des andern wert.
+
+\2 Wir legen nur ein gültig Zeugnis nieder,
+Daß ihres Ehherrn ausgereckte Glieder
+In Padua an heil'ger Stätte ruhn.
+
+\1 Sehr klug! Wir werden erst die Reise machen müssen!
+
+\2 Sancta Simplicitas! darum ist's nicht zu tun;
+Bezeugt nur, ohne viel zu wissen.
+
+\1 Wenn Er nichts Bessers hat, so ist der Plan zerrissen.
+
+\2 O heil'ger Mann! Da wärt Ihr's nun!
+Ist es das erstemal in eurem Leben,
+Daß Ihr falsch Zeugnis abgelegt?
+Habt Ihr von Gott, der Welt und was sich drin bewegt,
+Vom Menschen, was sich ihm in den Kopf und Herzen regt,
+Definitionen nicht mit großer Kraft gegeben?
+Mit frecher Stirne, kühner Brust?
+Und wollt Ihr recht ins Innre gehen,
+Habt Ihr davon, Ihr müßt es grad gestehen,
+So viel als von Herrn Schwerdtleins Tod gewußt!
+
+\1 Du bist und bleibst ein Lügner, ein Sophiste.
+
+\2 Ja, wenn man's nicht ein bißchen tiefer wüßte.
+Denn morgen wirst, in allen Ehren,
+Das arme Gretchen nicht betören
+Und alle Seelenlieb ihr schwören?
+
+\1
+Und zwar von Herzen. \\
+\2 Gut und schön!
+Dann wird von ewiger Treu und Liebe,
+von einzig überallmächt'gem Triebe--
+Wird das auch so von Herzen gehn?
+
+\1 Laß das! Es wird!-- Wenn ich empfinde,
+Für das Gefühl, für das Gewühl
+Nach Namen suche, keinen finde,
+Dann durch die Welt mit allen Sinnen schweife,
+Nach allen höchsten Worten greife,
+Und diese Glut, von der ich brenne,
+Unendlich, ewig, ewig nenne,
+Ist das ein teuflisch Lügenspiel?
+
+\2
+Ich hab doch recht! \\
+\1 Hör! merk dir dies--
+Ich bitte dich, und schone meine Lunge--:
+Wer recht behalten will und hat nur eine Zunge,
+Behält's gewiß.
+Und komm, ich hab des Schwätzens Überdruß,
+Denn du hast recht, vorzüglich weil ich muß.
+
+\Szene{Garten}
+
+\(\3 an \persona{Fausts} Arm, \4 mit \2 auf und ab spazierend.\)
+
+\3 Ich fühl es wohl, daß mich der Herr nur schont,
+Herab sich läßt, mich zu beschämen.
+Ein Reisender ist so gewohnt,
+Aus Gütigkeit fürliebzunehmen;
+Ich weiß zu gut, daß solch erfahrnen Mann
+Mein arm Gespräch nicht unterhalten kann.
+
+\1 Ein Blick von dir, ein Wort mehr unterhält
+Als alle Weisheit dieser Welt. \[Er küßt ihre Hand.\]
+
+\3
+Inkommodiert Euch nicht! Wie könnt Ihr sie nur küssen?
+Sie ist so garstig, ist so rauh!
+Was hab ich nicht schon alles schaffen müssen!
+Die Mutter ist gar zu genau.
+
+ \[Gehn vorüber.\]
+
+\4 Und Ihr, mein Herr, Ihr reist so immer fort?
+
+\2 Ach, daß Gewerb und Pflicht uns dazu treiben!
+Mit wieviel Schmerz verläßt man manchen Ort
+Und darf doch nun einmal nicht bleiben!
+
+\4 In raschen Jahren geht's wohl an
+So um und um frei durch die Welt zu streifen;
+Doch kömmt die böse Zeit heran,
+Und sich als Hagestolz allein zum Grab zu schleifen,
+Das hat noch keinem wohlgetan.
+
+\2 Mit Grausen seh ich das von weiten.
+
+\4 Drum, werter Herr, beratet Euch in Zeiten.
+
+ \(Gehn vorüber.\)
+
+\3 Ja, aus den Augen, aus dem Sinn!
+Die Höflichkeit ist Euch geläufig;
+Allein Ihr habt der Freunde häufig,
+Sie sind verständiger, als ich bin.
+
+\1 O Beste! glaube, was man so verständig nennt,
+Ist oft mehr Eitelkeit und Kurzsinn. \\
+\3 Wie?
+
+\1 Ach, daß die Einfalt, daß die Unschuld nie
+Sich selbst und ihren heil'gen Wert erkennt!
+Daß Demut Niedrigkeit, die höchsten Gaben
+Der liebevoll austeilenden Natur--
+
+\3 Denkt Ihr an mich ein Augenblickchen nur,
+Ich werde Zeit genug an Euch zu denken haben.
+\1
+Ihr seid wohl viel allein?
+
+\3 Ja, unsre Wirtschaft ist nur klein,
+Und doch will sie versehen sein.
+Wir haben keine Magd; muß kochen, fegen, stricken
+Und nähn und laufen früh und spat;
+Und meine Mutter ist in allen Stücken
+So akkurat!
+Nicht daß sie just so sehr sich einzuschränken hat;
+Wir könnten uns weit eh'r als andre regen:
+Mein Vater hinterließ ein hübsch Vermögen,
+Ein Häuschen und ein Gärtchen vor der Stadt.
+Doch hab ich jetzt so ziemlich stille Tage:
+Mein Bruder ist Soldat,
+Mein Schwesterchen ist tot.
+Ich hatte mit dem Kind wohl meine liebe Not;
+Doch übernähm ich gern noch einmal alle Plage,
+So lieb war mir das Kind. \\
+\1 Ein Engel, wenn dir's glich.
+
+\3 Ich zog es auf, und herzlich liebt es mich.
+Es war nach meines Vaters Tod geboren.
+Die Mutter gaben wir verloren,
+So elend wie sie damals lag,
+Und sie erholte sich sehr langsam, nach und nach.
+Da konnte sie nun nicht dran denken,
+Das arme Würmchen selbst zu tränken,
+Und so erzog ich's ganz allein,
+Mit Milch und Wasser, so ward's mein
+Auf meinem Arm, in meinem Schoß
+War's freundlich, zappelte, ward groß.
+
+\1 Du hast gewiß das reinste Glück empfunden.
+
+\3 Doch auch gewiß gar manche schwere Stunden.
+Des Kleinen Wiege stand zu Nacht
+An meinem Bett; es durfte kaum sich regen,
+War ich erwacht;
+Bald mußt ich's tränken, bald es zu mir legen
+Bald, wenn's nicht schwieg, vom Bett aufstehn
+Und tänzelnd in der Kammer auf und nieder gehn,
+Und früh am Tage schon am Waschtrog stehn;
+Dann auf dem Markt und an dem Herde sorgen,
+Und immer fort wie heut so morgen.
+Da geht's, mein Herr, nicht immer mutig zu;
+Doch schmeckt dafür das Essen, schmeckt die Ruh.
+
+ \(Gehn vorüber.\)
+
+\4 Die armen Weiber sind doch übel dran:
+Ein Hagestolz ist schwerlich zu bekehren.
+
+\2 Es käme nur auf Euresgleichen an,
+Mich eines Bessern zu belehren.
+
+\4 Sagt grad, mein Herr, habt Ihr noch nichts gefunden?
+Hat sich das Herz nicht irgendwo gebunden?
+
+\2 Das Sprichwort sagt: Ein eigner Herd,
+Ein braves Weib sind Gold und Perlen wert.
+
+\4 Ich meine: ob Ihr niemals Lust bekommen?
+
+\2 Man hat mich überall recht höflich aufgenommen.
+
+\4 Ich wollte sagen: ward's nie Ernst in Eurem Herzen?
+
+\2 Mit Frauen soll man sich nie unterstehn zu scherzen.
+
+\4 Ach, Ihr versteht mich nicht! \\
+
+\2 Das tut mir herzlich leid!
+Doch ich versteh-- daß Ihr sehr gütig seid.
+
+ \(Gehn vorüber.\)
+
+
+\1 Du kanntest mich, o kleiner Engel, wieder,
+Gleich als ich in den Garten kam?
+
+\3 Saht Ihr es nicht, ich schlug die Augen nieder.
+
+\1 Und du verzeihst die Freiheit, die ich nahm?
+Was sich die Frechheit unterfangen,
+Als du jüngst aus dem Dom gegangen?
+
+\3 Ich war bestürzt, mir war das nie geschehn;
+Es konnte niemand von mir Übels sagen.
+Ach, dacht ich, hat er in deinem Betragen
+Was Freches, Unanständiges gesehn?
+Es schien ihn gleich nur anzuwandeln,
+Mit dieser Dirne gradehin zu handeln.
+Gesteh ich's doch! Ich wußte nicht, was sich
+Zu Eurem Vorteil hier zu regen gleich begonnte;
+Allein gewiß, ich war recht bös auf mich,
+Daß ich auf Euch nicht böser werden konnte.
+
+\1 Süß Liebchen! \\
+\3 Laßt einmal! \\
+
+ \(Sie pflückt eine Sternblume und zupft die Blätter ab, eins nach dem
+ andern.\)
+
+
+\1 Was soll das? Einen Strauß?
+
+\3 Nein, es soll nur ein Spiel. \\[el.]
+\1 Wie? \\[e?]
+
+\3 Geht! Ihr lacht mich aus.
+
+ \[Sie rupft und murmelt.\]
+
+
+\1 Was murmelst du? \\
+\3 \[halblaut\] Er liebt mich -- liebt mich nicht.
+
+\1 Du holdes Himmelsangesicht!
+
+\3 \[fährt fort\]
+Liebt mich -- nicht -- liebt mich -- nicht --
+
+ \[Das letzte Blatt ausrupfend, mit holder Freude.\]
+Er liebt mich! \\
+
+\1 Ja, mein Kind! Laß dieses Blumenwort
+Dir Götterausspruch sein. Er liebt dich!
+Verstehst du, was das heißt? Er liebt dich!
+
+ \(Er faßt ihre beiden Hände.\)
+
+
+\3 Mich überläuft's!
+
+\1 O schaudre nicht! Laß diesen Blick,
+Laß diesen Händedruck dir sagen
+Was unaussprechlich ist:
+Sich hinzugeben ganz und eine Wonne
+Zu fühlen, die ewig sein muß!
+Ewig!-- Ihr Ende würde Verzweiflung sein
+Nein, kein Ende! Kein Ende!
+
+\3 \[drückt ihm die Hände, macht sich los und läuft weg. Er steht
+ einen Augenblick in Gedanken, dann folgt er ihr.\]
+
+\4 \[kommend\] Die Nacht bricht an. \\
+\2 Ja, und wir wollen fort.
+
+\4 Ich bät Euch, länger hier zu bleiben,
+Allein es ist ein gar zu böser Ort.
+Es ist, als hätte niemand nichts zu treiben
+Und nichts zu schaffen,
+Als auf des Nachbarn Schritt und Tritt zu gaffen,
+Und man kommt ins Gered, wie man sich immer stellt.
+Und unser Pärchen? \\
+
+\2 Ist den Gang dort aufgeflogen.
+Mutwill'ge Sommervögel! \\
+
+\4 Er scheint ihr gewogen.
+\2 Und sie ihm auch. Das ist der Lauf der Welt.
+
+\Szene {Ein Gartenhäuschen}
+
+\(\3 springt herein, steckt sich hinter die Tür, hält die Fingerspitze
+ an die Lippen und guckt durch die Ritze.\)
+
+\3 Er kommt! \\
+\1 \[kommt\] Ach, Schelm, so neckst du mich!
+Treff ich dich! \\ \[Er küßt sie.\]
+
+\3 \[ihn fassend und den Kuß zurückgebend\]
+Bester Mann! von Herzen lieb ich dich!
+
+ \(\2 klopft an.\)
+
+\1 \[stampfend\]
+Wer da? \\
+
+\2 Gut Freund! \\
+
+\1 Ein Tier! \\
+
+\2 Es ist wohl Zeit zu scheiden.
+
+\4 \[kommt\] Ja, es ist spät, mein Herr. \\
+\1 Darf ich Euch nicht geleiten?
+
+\3 Die Mutter würde mich-- Lebt wohl! \\
+\1 Muß ich denn gehn?
+Lebt wohl! \\
+
+\4 Ade! \\
+
+\3 Auf baldig Wiedersehn!
+
+ \[\1 und \2 ab.\]
+
+\3 Du lieber Gott! was so ein Mann
+Nicht alles, alles denken kann!
+Beschämt nur steh ich vor ihm da
+Und sag zu allen Sachen ja.
+Bin doch ein arm unwissend Kind,
+Begreife nicht, was er an mir findt. \[Ab.\]
+
+\Szene {Wald und Höhle}
+
+\1 \[allein\] Erhabner Geist, du gabst mir, gabst mir alles,
+Warum ich bat. Du hast mir nicht umsonst
+Dein Angesicht im Feuer zugewendet.
+Gabst mir die herrliche Natur zum Königreich,
+Kraft, sie zu fühlen, zu genießen. Nicht
+Kalt staunenden Besuch erlaubst du nur,
+Vergönnest mir, in ihre tiefe Brust
+Wie in den Busen eines Freunds zu schauen.
+Du führst die Reihe der Lebendigen
+Vor mir vorbei und lehrst mich meine Brüder
+Im stillen Busch, in Luft und Wasser kennen.
+Und wenn der Sturm im Walde braust und knarrt,
+Die Riesenfichte stürzend Nachbaräste
+Und Nachbarstämme quetschend niederstreift
+Und ihrem Fall dumpf hohl der Hügel donnert,
+Dann führst du mich zur sichern Höhle, zeigst
+Mich dann mir selbst, und meiner eignen Brust
+Geheime tiefe Wunder öffnen sich.
+Und steigt vor meinem Blick der reine Mond
+Besänftigend herüber, schweben mir
+Von Felsenwänden, aus dem feuchten Busch
+Der Vorwelt silberne Gestalten auf
+Und lindern der Betrachtung strenge Lust.
+\vacua
+O daß dem Menschen nichts Vollkommnes wird,
+Empfind ich nun. Du gabst zu dieser Wonne,
+Die mich den Göttern nah und näher bringt,
+Mir den Gefährten, den ich schon nicht mehr
+Entbehren kann, wenn er gleich, kalt und frech,
+Mich vor mir selbst erniedrigt und zu Nichts,
+Mit einem Worthauch, deine Gaben wandelt.
+Er facht in meiner Brust ein wildes Feuer
+Nach jenem schönen Bild geschäftig an.
+So tauml ich von Begierde zu Genuß,
+Und im Genuß verschmacht ich nach Begierde.
+
+ \[\2 tritt auf.\]
+
+\2 Habt Ihr nun bald das Leben gnug geführt?
+Wie kann's Euch in die Länge freuen?
+Es ist wohl gut, daß man's einmal probiert
+Dann aber wieder zu was Neuen!
+
+\1 Ich wollt, du hättest mehr zu tun,
+Als mich am guten Tag zu plagen.
+
+\2 Nun, nun! ich laß dich gerne ruhn,
+Du darfst mir's nicht im Ernste sagen.
+An dir Gesellen, unhold, barsch und toll,
+Ist wahrlich wenig zu verlieren.
+Den ganzen Tag hat man die Hände voll!
+Was ihm gefällt und was man lassen soll,
+Kann man dem Herrn nie an der Nase spüren.
+
+\1 Das ist so just der rechte Ton!
+Er will noch Dank, daß er mich ennuyiert.
+
+\2 Wie hättst du, armer Erdensohn
+Dein Leben ohne mich geführt?
+Vom Kribskrabs der Imagination
+Hab ich dich doch auf Zeiten lang kuriert;
+Und wär ich nicht, so wärst du schon
+Von diesem Erdball abspaziert.
+Was hast du da in Höhlen, Felsenritzen
+Dich wie ein Schuhu zu versitzen?
+Was schlurfst aus dumpfem Moos und triefendem Gestein
+Wie eine Kröte Nahrung ein?
+Ein schöner, süßer Zeitvertreib!
+Dir steckt der Doktor noch im Leib.
+
+\1 Verstehst du, was für neue Lebenskraft
+Mir dieser Wandel in der Öde schafft?
+Ja, würdest du es ahnen können,
+Du wärest Teufel gnug, mein Glück mir nicht zu gönnen.
+
+\2 Ein überirdisches Vergnügen.
+In Nacht und Tau auf den Gebirgen liegen
+Und Erd und Himmel wonniglich umfassen,
+Zu einer Gottheit sich aufschwellen lassen,
+Der Erde Mark mit Ahnungsdrang durchwühlen,
+Alle sechs Tagewerk im Busen fühlen,
+In stolzer Kraft ich weiß nicht was genießen,
+Bald liebewonniglich in alles überfließen,
+Verschwunden ganz der Erdensohn,
+Und dann die hohe Intuition--
+ \[mit einer Gebärde\]
+Ich darf nicht sagen, wie-- zu schließen.
+
+\1 Pfui über dich! \\
+
+\2 Das will Euch nicht behagen;
+Ihr habt das Recht, gesittet pfui zu sagen.
+Man darf das nicht vor keuschen Ohren nennen,
+Was keusche Herzen nicht entbehren können.
+Und kurz und gut, ich gönn Ihm das Vergnügen,
+Gelegentlich sich etwas vorzulügen;
+Doch lange hält Er das nicht aus.
+Du bist schon wieder abgetrieben
+Und, währt es länger, aufgerieben
+In Tollheit oder Angst und Graus.
+Genug damit! Dein Liebchen sitzt dadrinne,
+Und alles wird ihr eng und trüb.
+Du kommst ihr gar nicht aus dem Sinne,
+Sie hat dich übermächtig lieb.
+Erst kam deine Liebeswut übergeflossen,
+Wie vom geschmolznen Schnee ein Bächlein übersteigt;
+Du hast sie ihr ins Herz gegossen,
+Nun ist dein Bächlein wieder seicht.
+Mich dünkt, anstatt in Wäldern zu thronen,
+Ließ' es dem großen Herren gut,
+Das arme affenjunge Blut
+Für seine Liebe zu belohnen.
+Die Zeit wird ihr erbärmlich lang;
+Sie steht am Fenster, sieht die Wolken ziehn
+Über die alte Stadtmauer hin.
+"`Wenn ich ein Vöglein wär!"' so geht ihr Gesang
+Tage lang, halbe Nächte lang.
+Einmal ist sie munter, meist betrübt,
+Einmal recht ausgeweint,
+Dann wieder ruhig, wie's scheint,
+Und immer verliebt.
+
+\1 Schlange! Schlange!
+
+\2 \[für sich\]
+Gelt! daß ich dich fange!
+
+\1 Verruchter! hebe dich von hinnen,
+Und nenne nicht das schöne Weib!
+Bring die Begier zu ihrem süßen Leib
+Nicht wieder vor die halb verrückten Sinnen!
+
+\2 Was soll es denn? Sie meint, du seist entflohn,
+Und halb und halb bist du es schon.
+
+\1 Ich bin ihr nah, und wär ich noch so fern,
+Ich kann sie nie vergessen, nie verlieren
+Ja, ich beneide schon den Leib des Herrn,
+Wenn ihre Lippen ihn indes berühren.
+
+\2
+Gar wohl, mein Freund! Ich hab Euch oft beneidet
+Ums Zwillingspaar, das unter Rosen weidet.
+
+\1 Entfliehe, Kuppler! \\
+
+\2 Schön! Ihr schimpft, und ich muß lachen.
+Der Gott, der Bub' und Mädchen schuf,
+Erkannte gleich den edelsten Beruf,
+Auch selbst Gelegenheit zu machen.
+Nur fort, es ist ein großer Jammer!
+Ihr sollt in Eures Liebchens Kammer,
+Nicht etwa in den Tod.
+
+\1 Was ist die Himmelsfreud in ihren Armen?
+Laß mich an ihrer Brust erwarmen!
+Fühl ich nicht immer ihre Not?
+Bin ich der Flüchtling nicht? der Unbehauste?
+Der Unmensch ohne Zweck und Ruh,
+Der wie ein Wassersturz von Fels zu Felsen brauste,
+Begierig wütend nach dem Abgrund zu?
+Und seitwärts sie, mit kindlich dumpfen Sinnen,
+Im Hüttchen auf dem kleinen Alpenfeld,
+Und all ihr häusliches Beginnen
+Umfangen in der kleinen Welt.
+Und ich, der Gottverhaßte,
+Hatte nicht genug,
+Daß ich die Felsen faßte
+Und sie zu Trümmern schlug!
+Sie, ihren Frieden mußt ich untergraben!
+Du, Hölle, mußtest dieses Opfer haben.
+Hilf, Teufel, mir die Zeit der Angst verkürzen.
+Was muß geschehn, mag's gleich geschehn!
+Mag ihr Geschick auf mich zusammenstürzen
+Und sie mit mir zugrunde gehn!
+
+\2 Wie's wieder siedet, wieder glüht!
+Geh ein und tröste sie, du Tor!
+Wo so ein Köpfchen keinen Ausgang sieht,
+Stellt er sich gleich das Ende vor.
+Es lebe, wer sich tapfer hält!
+Du bist doch sonst so ziemlich eingeteufelt.
+Nichts Abgeschmackters find ich auf der Welt
+Als einen Teufel, der verzweifelt.
+
+\Szene {Gretchens Stube}
+\persona*[3]{Gretchen}
+
+\3 \[am Spinnrad, allein\]
+{\Locus \textus {+6em}
+ \Forma \strophae {1{\penalty 100}00{\penalty 100}0
+ {.5\leading plus .25\leading \penalty -100}}
+Meine Ruh ist hin,
+Mein Herz ist schwer;
+Ich finde sie nimmer
+und nimmermehr.
+
+Wo ich ihn nicht hab,
+Ist mir das Grab,
+Die ganze Welt
+Ist mir vergällt.
+
+Mein armer Kopf
+Ist mir verrückt,
+Meiner armer Sinn
+Ist mir zerstückt.
+
+Meine Ruh ist hin,
+Mein Herz ist schwer,
+Ich finde sie nimmer
+und nimmermehr.
+
+Nach ihm nur schau ich
+Zum Fenster hinaus,
+Nach ihm nur geh ich
+Aus dem Haus.
+
+Sein hoher Gang,
+Sein edle Gestalt,
+Seines Mundes Lächeln,
+Seiner Augen Gewalt,
+
+Und seiner Rede
+Zauberfluß,
+Sein Händedruck,
+Und ach! sein Kuß!
+
+Meine Ruh ist hin,
+Mein Herz ist schwer,
+Ich finde sie nimmer
+und nimmermehr.
+
+Mein Busen drängt
+Sich nach ihm hin,
+Ach dürft ich fassen
+Und halten ihn,
+
+Und küssen ihn,
+So wie ich wollt,
+An seinen Küssen
+Vergehen sollt!
+}
+
+\Szene {Marthens Garten}
+
+\persona*[3]{Margarete}
+
+\(\3. \1.\)
+
+\3 Versprich mir, Heinrich! \\
+\1 Was ich kann!
+\3 Nun sag, wie hast du's mit der Religion?
+Du bist ein herzlich guter Mann,
+Allein ich glaub, du hältst nicht viel davon.
+
+\1 Laß das, mein Kind! Du fühlst, ich bin dir gut;
+Für meine Lieben ließ' ich Leib und Blut,
+Will niemand sein Gefühl und seine Kirche rauben.
+
+\3 Das ist nicht recht, man muß dran glauben.
+
+\1 Muß man? \\
+
+\3 Ach! wenn ich etwas auf dich konnte!
+Du ehrst auch nicht die heil'gen Sakramente.
+
+\1 Ich ehre sie. \\
+\3 Doch ohne Verlangen.
+Zur Messe, zur Beichte bist du lange nicht gegangen.
+Glaubst du an Gott? \\
+
+\1 Mein Liebchen, wer darf sagen:
+Ich glaub an Gott?
+Magst Priester oder Weise fragen,
+Und ihre Antwort scheint nur Spott
+Über den Frager zu sein. \\
+
+\3 So glaubst du nicht?
+
+\1 Mißhör mich nicht, du holdes Angesicht!
+Wer darf ihn nennen?
+Und wer bekennen:
+"`Ich glaub ihn!"'?
+Wer empfinden,
+Und sich unterwinden
+Zu sagen: "Ich glaub ihn nicht!"?
+Der Allumfasser,
+Der Allerhalter,
+Faßt und erhält er nicht
+Dich, mich, sich selbst?
+Wölbt sich der Himmel nicht da droben?
+Liegt die Erde nicht hier unten fest?
+Und steigen freundlich blickend
+Ewige Sterne nicht herauf?
+Schau ich nicht Aug in Auge dir,
+Und drängt nicht alles
+Nach Haupt und Herzen dir,
+Und webt in ewigem Geheimnis
+Unsichtbar sichtbar neben dir?
+Erfüll davon dein Herz, so groß es ist,
+Und wenn du ganz in dem Gefühle selig bist,
+Nenn es dann, wie du willst,
+Nenn's Glück! Herz! Liebe! Gott
+Ich habe keinen Namen
+Dafür! Gefühl ist alles;
+Name ist Schall und Rauch,
+Umnebelnd Himmelsglut.
+
+\3 Das ist alles recht schön und gut;
+Ungefähr sagt das der Pfarrer auch,
+Nur mit ein bißchen andern Worten.
+
+\1 Es sagen's allerorten
+Alle Herzen unter dem himmlischen Tage,
+Jedes in seiner Sprache;
+Warum nicht ich in der meinen?
+
+\3 Wenn man's so hört, möcht's leidlich scheinen,
+Steht aber doch immer schief darum;
+Denn du hast kein Christentum.
+
+\1 Liebs Kind! \\
+\3 Es tut mir lange schon weh,
+Daß ich dich in der Gesellschaft seh.
+
+\1 Wieso? \\
+\3 Der Mensch, den du da bei dir hast,
+Ist mir in tiefer innrer Seele verhaßt;
+Es hat mir in meinem Leben
+So nichts einen Stich ins Herz gegeben
+Als des Menschen widrig Gesicht.
+
+\1 Liebe Puppe, fürcht ihn nicht!
+
+\3 Seine Gegenwart bewegt mir das Blut.
+Ich bin sonst allen Menschen gut;
+Aber wie ich mich sehne, dich zu schauen,
+Hab ich vor dem Menschen ein heimlich Grauen,
+Und halt ihn für einen Schelm dazu!
+Gott verzeih mir's, wenn ich ihm unrecht tu!
+
+\1 Es muß auch solche Käuze geben.
+
+\3 Wollte nicht mit seinesgleichen leben!
+Kommt er einmal zur Tür herein,
+Sieht er immer so spöttisch drein
+Und halb ergrimmt;
+Man sieht, daß er an nichts keinen Anteil nimmt;
+Es steht ihm an der Stirn geschrieben,
+Daß er nicht mag eine Seele lieben.
+Mir wird's so wohl in deinem Arm,
+So frei, so hingegeben warm,
+Und seine Gegenwart schnürt mir das Innre zu.
+
+\1 Du ahnungsvoller Engel du!
+
+\3 Das übermannt mich so sehr,
+Daß, wo er nur mag zu uns treten,
+Mein ich sogar, ich liebte dich nicht mehr.
+Auch, wenn er da ist, könnt ich nimmer beten,
+Und das frißt mir ins Herz hinein;
+Dir, Heinrich, muß es auch so sein.
+
+\1 Du hast nun die Antipathie!
+
+\3 Ich muß nun fort. \\
+
+\1 Ach kann ich nie
+Ein Stündchen ruhig dir am Busen hängen
+Und Brust an Brust und Seel in Seele drängen?
+
+\3 Ach wenn ich nur alleine schlief!
+Ich ließ dir gern heut nacht den Riegel offen;
+Doch meine Mutter schläft nicht tief,
+Und würden wir von ihr betroffen,
+Ich wär gleich auf der Stelle tot!
+
+\1 Du Engel, das hat keine Not.
+Hier ist ein Fläschchen!
+Drei Tropfen nur In ihren Trank umhüllen
+Mit tiefem Schlaf gefällig die Natur.
+
+\3 Was tu ich nicht um deinetwillen?
+Es wird ihr hoffentlich nicht schaden!
+
+\1 Würd ich sonst, Liebchen, dir es raten?
+
+\3 Seh ich dich, bester Mann, nur an,
+Weiß nicht, was mich nach deinem Willen treibt,
+Ich habe schon so viel für dich getan,
+Daß mir zu tun fast nichts mehr übrigbleibt. \[Ab.\]
+
+ \(\2 tritt auf.\)
+
+
+\2 Der Grasaff! ist er weg? \\
+
+\1 Hast wieder spioniert?
+
+\2 Ich hab's ausführlich wohl vernommen,
+Herr Doktor wurden da katechisiert;
+Hoff, es soll Ihnen wohl bekommen.
+Die Mädels sind doch sehr interessiert,
+Ob einer fromm und schlicht nach altem Brauch.
+Sie denken: duckt er da, folgt er uns eben auch.
+
+\1 Du Ungeheuer siehst nicht ein,
+Wie diese treue liebe Seele
+Von ihrem Glauben voll,
+Der ganz allein
+Ihr seligmachend ist, sich heilig quäle,
+Daß sie den liebsten Mann verloren halten soll.
+
+\2 Du übersinnlicher sinnlicher Freier,
+Ein Mägdelein nasführet dich.
+
+\1 Du Spottgeburt von Dreck und Feuer!
+
+\2 Und die Physiognomie versteht sie meisterlich:
+In meiner Gegenwart wird's ihr, sie weiß nicht wie,
+Mein Mäskchen da weissagt verborgnen Sinn;
+Sie fühlt, daß ich ganz sicher ein Genie,
+Vielleicht wohl gar der Teufel bin.
+Nun, heute nacht--? \\
+
+\1 Was geht dich's an?
+
+\2 Hab ich doch meine Freude dran!
+
+\vacua
+\vacua
+\Szene{Am Brunnen}
+
+\persona*[3]{Gretchen}
+\persona*[4]{Lieschen}
+
+\(\3 und \4 mit Krügen.\)
+
+
+\4 Hast nichts von Bärbelchen gehört?
+
+\3 Kein Wort. Ich komm gar wenig unter Leute.
+
+\4 Gewiß, Sibylle sagt' mir's heute:
+Die hat sich endlich auch betört.
+Das ist das Vornehmtun! \\
+\3 Wieso? \\
+\4 Es stinkt! Sie füttert zwei,
+wenn sie nun ißt und trinkt.
+
+\3 Ach!
+
+\4 So ist's ihr endlich recht ergangen.
+Wie lange hat sie an dem Kerl gehangen!
+Das war ein Spazieren,
+Auf Dorf und Tanzplatz Führen,
+Mußt überall die Erste sein,
+Kurtesiert ihr immer mit Pastetchen und Wein;
+Bildt sich was auf ihre Schönheit ein,
+War doch so ehrlos, sich nicht zu schämen,
+Geschenke von ihm anzunehmen.
+War ein Gekos und ein Geschleck;
+Da ist denn auch das Blümchen weg!
+
+\3 Das arme Ding! \\
+\4 Bedauerst sie noch gar!
+Wenn unsereins am Spinnen war,
+Uns nachts die Mutter nicht hinunterließ,
+Stand sie bei ihrem Buhlen süß;
+Auf der Türbank und im dunkeln Gang
+Ward ihnen keine Stunde zu lang.
+Da mag sie denn sich ducken nun,
+Im Sünderhemdchen Kirchbuß tun!
+
+\3 Er nimmt sie gewiß zu seiner Frau.
+
+\4 Er wär ein Narr! Ein flinker Jung
+Hat anderwärts noch Luft genung.
+Er ist auch fort. \\
+\3 Das ist nicht schön!
+
+\4 Kriegt sie ihn, soll's ihr übel gehn,
+Das Kränzel reißen die Buben ihr,
+Und Häckerling streuen wir vor die Tür! \[Ab.\]
+
+\3 \[nach Hause gehend\]
+Wie konnt ich sonst so tapfer schmälen,
+Wenn tät ein armes Mägdlein fehlen!
+Wie konnt ich über andrer Sünden
+Nicht Worte gnug der Zunge finden!
+Wie schien mir's schwarz, und schwärzt's noch gar,
+Mir's immer doch nicht schwarz gnug war,
+Und segnet mich und tat so groß,
+Und bin nun selbst der Sünde bloß!
+Doch-- alles, was dazu mich trieb,
+Gott! war so gut! ach, war so lieb!
+
+\Szene{Zwinger}
+
+\(In der Mauerhöhle ein Andachtsbild der Mater dolorosa,
+ Blumenkruge davor.\)
+
+\3 \[steckt frische Blumen in die Kruge\]
+\begin{Strophen}
+\Locus \textus {+5em}
+\stropha
+Ach neige,
+Du Schmerzenreiche,
+Dein Antlitz gnädig meiner Not!
+
+\stropha
+Das Schwert im Herzen,
+Mit tausend Schmerzen
+Blickst auf zu deines Sohnes Tod.
+
+\stropha
+Zum Vater blickst du,
+Und Seufzer schickst du
+Hinauf um sein' und deine Not.
+
+\stropha
+Wer fühlet,
+Wie wühlet
+Der Schmerz mir im Gebein?
+Was mein armes Herz hier banget,
+Was es zittert, was verlanget,
+Weißt nur du, nur du allein!
+
+\stropha
+Wohin ich immer gehe
+Wie weh, wie weh, wie wehe
+Wird mir im Busen hier!
+Ich bin, ach! kaum alleine,
+Ich wein, ich wein, ich weine,
+Das Herz zerbricht in mir.
+
+\stropha
+Die Scherben vor meinem Fenster
+Betaut ich mit Tränen, ach!
+Als ich am frühen Morgen
+Dir diese Blumen brach.
+
+\stropha
+Schien hell in meine Kammer
+Die Sonne früh herauf,
+Saß ich in allem Jammer
+In meinem Bett schon auf.
+
+\stropha
+Hilf! rette mich von Schmach und Tod!
+Ach neige,
+Du Schmerzenreiche,
+Dein Antlitz gnädig meiner Not!
+
+\end{Strophen}
+
+\Szene {Nacht}
+\(Straße vor Gretchens Türe\)
+
+\persona*[4]{Valentin}
+
+\4, \[Soldat, Gretchens Bruder\]
+Wenn ich so saß bei einem Gelag,
+Wo mancher sich berühmen mag,
+Und die Gesellen mir den Flor
+Der Mägdlein laut gepriesen vor,
+Mit vollem Glas das Lob verschwemmt,
+Den Ellenbogen aufgestemmt,
+Saß ich in meiner sichern Ruh,
+Hört all dem Schwadronieren zu
+Und streiche lächelnd meinen Bart
+Und kriege das volle Glas zur Hand
+Und sage: "Alles nach seiner Art!
+Aber ist eine im ganzen Land,
+Die meiner trauten Gretel gleicht,
+Die meiner Schwester das Wasser reicht?"
+Topp! Topp! Kling! Klang! das ging herum;
+Die einen schrieen: "Er hat recht,
+Sie ist die Zier vom ganzen Geschlecht."
+Da saßen alle die Lober stumm.
+Und nun!-- um's Haar sich auszuraufen
+Und an den Wänden hinaufzulaufen!--
+Mit Stichelreden, Naserümpfen
+Soll jeder Schurke mich beschimpfen!
+Soll wie ein böser Schuldner sitzen
+Bei jedem Zufallswörtchen schwitzen!
+Und möcht ich sie zusammenschmeißen
+Könnt ich sie doch nicht Lügner heißen.
+\vacua
+Was kommt heran? Was schleicht herbei?
+Irr ich nicht, es sind ihrer zwei.
+Ist er's, gleich pack ich ihn beim Felle
+Soll nicht lebendig von der Stelle!
+
+ \(\1. \2.\)
+
+\1 Wie von dem Fenster dort der Sakristei
+Aufwärts der Schein des Ew'gen Lämpchens flämmert
+Und schwach und schwächer seitwärts dämmert,
+Und Finsternis drängt ringsum bei!
+So sieht's in meinem Busen nächtig.
+
+\2 Und mir ist's wie dem Kätzlein schmächtig,
+Das an den Feuerleitern schleicht,
+Sich leis dann um die Mauern streicht;
+Mir ist's ganz tugendlich dabei,
+Ein bißchen Diebsgelüst, ein bißchen Rammelei.
+So spukt mir schon durch alle Glieder
+Die herrliche Walpurgisnacht.
+Die kommt uns übermorgen wieder,
+Da weiß man doch, warum man wacht.
+
+\1 Rückt wohl der Schatz indessen in die Höh,
+Den ich dort hinten flimmern seh?
+
+\2 Du kannst die Freude bald erleben,
+Das Kesselchen herauszuheben.
+Ich schielte neulich so hinein,
+Sind herrliche Löwentaler drein.
+
+\1 Nicht ein Geschmeide, nicht ein Ring,
+Meine liebe Buhle damit zu zieren?
+
+\2 Ich sah dabei wohl so ein Ding,
+Als wie eine Art von Perlenschnüren.
+
+\1 So ist es recht! Mir tut es weh,
+Wenn ich ohne Geschenke zu ihr geh.
+
+\2 Es sollt Euch eben nicht verdrießen,
+Umsonst auch etwas zu genießen.
+Jetzt, da der Himmel voller Sterne glüht,
+Sollt Ihr ein wahres Kunststück hören:
+Ich sing ihr ein moralisch Lied,
+Um sie gewisser zu betören.
+\(Singt zur Zither.\)
+%{\Locus \textus {+7em}
+{\Locus \textus {+\widthof{Um sie gewisser }}
+ \Forma \strophae [8]{10}
+Was machst du mir
+Vor Liebchens Tür,
+Kathrinchen, hier
+Bei frühem Tagesblicke?
+Laß, laß es sein!
+Er läßt dich ein
+Als Mädchen ein,
+Als Mädchen nicht zurücke.
+
+\vacua
+Nehmt euch in acht!
+Ist es vollbracht,
+Dann gute Nacht'
+Ihr armen, armen Dinger!
+Habt ihr euch lieb,
+Tut keinem Dieb
+Nur nichts zulieb
+Als mit dem Ring am Finger.
+}
+\4 \[tritt vor\] Wen lockst du hier? beim Element!
+Vermaledeiter Rattenfänger!
+Zum Teufel erst das Instrument!
+Zum Teufel hinterdrein den Sänger!
+
+\2
+Die Zither ist entzwei! an der ist nichts zu halten.
+
+\4 Nun soll es an ein Schädelspalten!
+
+\2 \[zu Faust\] Herr Doktor, nicht gewichen! Frisch!
+Hart an mich an, wie ich Euch führe.
+Heraus mit Eurem Flederwisch!
+Nur zugestoßen! ich pariere.
+
+\4 Pariere den! \\
+\2 Warum denn nicht?
+\4 Auch den! \\
+\2 Gewiß! \\
+\4 Ich glaub, der Teufel ficht!
+Was ist denn das? Schon wird die Hand mir lahm.
+\2 \[zu Faust\] Stoß zu!\\
+\4 \[fällt\] O weh!\\
+\2 Nun ist der Lümmel zahm!
+Nun aber fort! Wir müssen gleich verschwinden
+Denn schon entsteht ein mörderlich Geschrei.
+Ich weiß mich trefflich mit der Polizei,
+Doch mit dem Blutbann schlecht mich abzufinden.
+
+\persona{Marthe} \[am Fenster\] Heraus! Heraus! \\
+\3 \[am Fenster\] Herbei ein Licht!
+\persona{Marthe} \[wie oben\] Man schilt und rauft, man schreit und ficht.
+\persona{Volk} Da liegt schon einer tot!
+
+\persona{Marthe} \[heraustretend\] Die Mörder, sind sie denn entflohn?
+
+\3 \[heraustretend\] Wer liegt hier? \\
+\persona{Volk} Deiner Mutter Sohn.
+
+\3 Allmächtiger! welche Not!
+
+\4 Ich sterbe! das ist bald gesagt
+Und balder noch getan.
+Was steht ihr Weiber, heult und klagt?
+Kommt her und hört mich an! \[Alle treten um ihn.\]
+Mein Gretchen, sieh! du bist noch jung,
+Bist gar noch nicht gescheit genung,
+Machst deine Sachen schlecht.
+Ich sag dir's im Vertrauen nur:
+Du bist doch nun einmal eine Hur,
+So sei's auch eben recht!
+
+\3 Mein Bruder! Gott! Was soll mir das?
+
+\4 Laß unsern Herrgott aus dem Spaß!
+Geschehn ist leider nun geschehn
+Und wie es gehn kann, so wird's gehn.
+Du fingst mit einem heimlich an
+Bald kommen ihrer mehre dran,
+Und wenn dich erst ein Dutzend hat,
+So hat dich auch die ganze Stadt.
+
+\vacua
+Wenn erst die Schande wird geboren,
+Wird sie heimlich zur Welt gebracht,
+Und man zieht den Schleier der Nacht
+Ihr über Kopf und Ohren;
+Ja, man möchte sie gern ermorden.
+Wächst sie aber und macht sich groß,
+Dann geht sie auch bei Tage bloß
+Und ist doch nicht schöner geworden.
+Je häßlicher wird ihr Gesicht,
+Je mehr sucht sie des Tages Licht.
+
+\vacua
+Ich seh wahrhaftig schon die Zeit,
+Daß alle brave Bürgersleut,
+Wie von einer angesteckten Leichen,
+Von dir, du Metze! seitab weichen.
+Dir soll das Herz im Leib verzagen,
+Wenn sie dir in die Augen sehn!
+Sollst keine goldne Kette mehr tragen!
+In der Kirche nicht mehr am Altar stehn!
+In einem schönen Spitzenkragen
+Dich nicht beim Tanze wohlbehagen!
+In eine finstre Jammerecken
+Unter Bettler und Krüppel dich verstecken,
+Und, wenn dir dann auch Gott verzeiht,
+Auf Erden sein vermaledeit!
+
+\persona{Marthe} Befehlt Eure Seele Gott zu Gnaden!
+Wollt Ihr noch Lästrung auf Euch laden?
+
+\4 Könnt ich dir nur an den dürren Leib,
+Du schändlich kupplerisches Weib!
+Da hofft ich aller meiner Sünden
+Vergebung reiche Maß zu finden.
+
+\3 Mein Bruder! Welche Höllenpein!
+
+\4 Ich sage, laß die Tränen sein!
+Da du dich sprachst der Ehre los,
+Gabst mir den schwersten Herzensstoß.
+Ich gehe durch den Todesschlaf
+Zu Gott ein als Soldat und brav. \[Stirbt.\]
+
+\Szene {Dom}
+\persona*[4]{Böser Geist}
+
+\(c)Amt, Orgel und Gesang.\\ \3 unter vielem Volke. \4 hinter Gretchen.\)
+
+\4 Wie anders, Gretchen, war dir's,
+Als du noch voll Unschuld
+Hier zum Altar tratst
+Aus dem vergriffnen Büchelchen
+Gebete lalltest,
+Halb Kinderspiele,
+Halb Gott im Herzen!
+Gretchen!
+Wo steht dein Kopf?
+In deinem Herzen
+Welche Missetat?
+Betst du für deiner Mutter Seele, die
+Durch dich zur langen, langen Pein hinüberschlief?
+Auf deiner Schwelle wessen Blut?
+-- Und unter deinem Herzen
+Regt sich's nicht quillend schon
+Und ängstet dich und sich
+Mit ahnungsvoller Gegenwart?
+
+\3 Weh! Weh!
+Wär ich der Gedanken los,
+Die mir herüber und hinüber gehen
+Wider mich!
+
+\persona{Chor} Dies irae, dies illa
+Solvet saeclum in favilla.
+
+\[Orgelton.\]
+\4 Grimm faßt dich!
+Die Posaune tönt!
+Die Gräber beben!
+Und dein Herz,
+Aus Aschenruh
+Zu Flammenqualen
+Wieder aufgeschaffen,
+Bebt auf!
+
+\3 Wär ich hier weg!
+Mir ist, als ob die Orgel mir
+Den Atem versetzte,
+Gesang mein Herz
+Im Tiefsten löste.
+
+\persona{Chor} Judex ergo cum sedebit,
+Quidquid latet adparebit,
+Nil inultum remanebit.
+
+\3 Mir wird so eng!
+Die Mauernpfeiler
+Befangen mich!
+Das Gewölbe
+Drängt mich!-- Luft!
+
+\4 Verbirg dich! Sünd und Schande
+Bleibt nicht verborgen.
+Luft? Licht?
+Weh dir!
+
+\persona{Chor} Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
+Quem patronum rogaturus?
+Cum vix justus sit securus.
+
+\4 Ihr Antlitz wenden
+Verklärte von dir ab.
+Die Hände dir zu reichen,
+Schauert's den Reinen.
+Weh!
+%\PTRshowboxes+
+\persona{Chor} Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
+\3 Nachbarin! Euer Fläschchen!
+
+\[Sie fällt in Ohnmacht.\]
+
+
+\Szene {Walpurgisnacht}
+
+\(c)Harzgebirg Gegend von Schierke und Elend. \1. \2.\)
+
+\2 Verlangst du nicht nach einem Besenstiele?
+Ich wünschte mir den allerderbsten Bock.
+Auf diesem Weg sind wir noch weit vom Ziele.
+
+\1 Solang ich mich noch frisch auf meinen Beinen fühle,
+Genügt mir dieser Knotenstock.
+Was hilft's, daß man den Weg verkürzt!--
+Im Labyrinth der Täler hinzuschleichen,
+Dann diesen Felsen zu ersteigen,
+Von dem der Quell sich ewig sprudelnd stürzt,
+Das ist die Lust, die solche Pfade würzt!
+Der Frühling webt schon in den Birken,
+Und selbst die Fichte fühlt ihn schon;
+Sollt er nicht auch auf unsre Glieder wirken?
+
+\2 Fürwahr, ich spüre nichts davon!
+Mir ist es winterlich im Leibe,
+Ich wünschte Schnee und Frost auf meiner Bahn.
+Wie traurig steigt die unvollkommne Scheibe
+Des roten Monds mit später Glut heran
+Und leuchtet schlecht, daß man bei jedem Schritte
+Vor einen Baum, vor einen Felsen rennt!
+Erlaub, daß ich ein Irrlicht bitte!
+Dort seh ich eins, das eben lustig brennt.
+Heda! mein Freund! darf ich dich zu uns fodern?
+Was willst du so vergebens lodern?
+Sei doch so gut und leucht uns da hinauf!
+
+\persona{Irrlicht} Aus Ehrfurcht, hoff ich, soll es mir gelingen,
+Mein leichtes Naturell zu zwingen;
+Nur zickzack geht gewöhnlich unser Lauf.
+
+\2 Ei! Ei! Er denkt's den Menschen nachzuahmen.
+Geh Er nur grad, in 's Teufels Namen!
+Sonst blas ich ihm sein Flackerleben aus.
+
+\persona{Irrlicht} Ich merke wohl, Ihr seid der Herr vom Haus,
+Und will mich gern nach Euch bequemen.
+Allein bedenkt! der Berg ist heute zaubertoll
+Und wenn ein Irrlicht Euch die Wege weisen soll
+So müßt Ihr's so genau nicht nehmen.
+
+\persona{Faust, Mephistophese, Irrlicht} \[im Wechselgesang\]
+{\Locus \textus {+\widthof{So müßt Ihr'}}
+In die Traum- und Zaubersphäre
+Sind wir, scheint es, eingegangen.
+Führ uns gut und mach dir Ehre
+Daß wir vorwärts bald gelangen
+In den weiten, öden Räumen!
+Seh die Bäume hinter Bäumen,
+Wie sie schnell vorüberrücken,
+Und die Klippen, die sich bücken,
+Und die langen Felsennasen,
+Wie sie schnarchen, wie sie blasen!
+
+\vacua
+Durch die Steine, durch den Rasen
+Eilet Bach und Bächlein nieder.
+Hör ich Rauschen? hör ich Lieder?
+Hör ich holde Liebesklage,
+Stimmen jener Himmelstage?
+Was wir hoffen, was wir lieben!
+Und das Echo, wie die Sage
+Alter Zeiten, hallet wider.
+
+\vacua
+"`Uhu! Schuhu!"' tönt es näher,
+Kauz und Kiebitz und der Häher,
+Sind sie alle wach geblieben?
+Sind das Molche durchs Gesträuche?
+Lange Beine, dicke Bäuche!
+Und die Wurzeln, wie die Schlangen,
+Winden sich aus Fels und Sande,
+Strecken wunderliche Bande,
+Uns zu schrecken, uns zu fangen;
+Aus belebten derben Masern
+Strecken sie Polypenfasern
+Nach dem Wandrer. Und die Mäuse
+Tausendfärbig, scharenweise,
+Durch das Moos und durch die Heide!
+Und die Funkenwürmer fliegen
+Mit gedrängten Schwärmezügen
+Zum verwirrenden Geleite.
+
+\vacua
+Aber sag mir, ob wir stehen
+Oder ob wir weitergehen?
+Alles, alles scheint zu drehen,
+Fels und Bäume, die Gesichter
+Schneiden, und die irren Lichter,
+Die sich mehren, die sich blähen.
+}
+
+\2 Fase wacker meinen Zipfel!
+Hier ist so ein Mittelgipfel
+Wo man mit Erstaunen sieht,
+Wie im Berg der Mammon glüht.
+
+\1 Wie seltsam glimmert durch die Gründe
+Ein morgenrötlich trüber Schein!
+Und selbst bis in die tiefen Schlünde
+Des Abgrunds wittert er hinein.
+Da steigt ein Dampf, dort ziehen Schwaden,
+Hier leuchtet Glut aus Dunst und Flor
+Dann schleicht sie wie ein zarter Faden
+Dann bricht sie wie ein Quell hervor.
+Hier schlingt sie eine ganze Strecke
+Mit hundert Adern sich durchs Tal,
+Und hier in der gedrängten Ecke
+Vereinzelt sie sich auf einmal.
+Da sprühen Funken in der Nähe
+Wie ausgestreuter goldner Sand.
+Doch schau! in ihrer ganzen Höhe
+Entzündet sich die Felsenwand.
+
+\2 Erleuchtet nicht zu diesem Feste
+Herr Mammon prächtig den Palast?
+Ein Glück, daß du's gesehen hast,
+Ich spüre schon die ungestümen Gäste.
+
+\1 Wie rast die Windsbraut durch die Luft!
+Mit welchen Schlägen trifft sie meinen Nacken!
+
+\2 Du mußt des Felsens alte Rippen packen
+Sonst stürzt sie dich hinab in dieser Schlünde Gruft.
+Ein Nebel verdichtet die Nacht.
+Höre, wie's durch die Wälder kracht!
+Aufgescheucht fliegen die Eulen.
+Hör, es splittern die Säulen
+Ewig grüner Paläste.
+Girren und Brechen der Aste!
+Der Stämme mächtiges Dröhnen!
+Der Wurzeln Knarren und Gähnen!
+Im fürchterlich verworrenen Falle
+Übereinander krachen sie alle
+Und durch die übertrümmerten Klüfte
+Zischen und heulen die Lüfte.
+Hörst du Stimmen in der Höhe?
+In der Ferne, in der Nähe?
+Ja, den ganzen Berg entlang
+Strömt ein wütender Zaubergesang!
+
+\persona{Hexen im Chor} Die Hexen zu dem Brocken ziehn,
+\Locus \textus +
+Die Stoppel ist gelb, die Saat ist grün.
+Dort sammelt sich der große Hauf,
+Herr Urian sitzt oben auf.
+So geht es über Stein und Stock,
+Es f--t die Hexe, es stinkt der Bock.
+\Locus \textus -
+
+\persona{Stimme} Die alte Baubo kommt allein,
+Sie reitet auf einem Mutterschwein.
+
+\Locus \textus +
+\persona{Chor} So Ehre denn, wem Ehre gebührt!
+Frau Baubo vor! und angeführt!
+Ein tüchtig Schwein und Mutter drauf,
+Da folgt der ganze Hexenhauf.
+\Locus \textus -
+
+\persona{Stimme} Welchen Weg kommst du her? \\
+
+\persona{Stimme} Übern Ilsenstein!
+Da guckt ich der Eule ins Nest hinein,
+Die macht ein Paar Augen! \\
+
+\persona{Stimme} O fahre zur Hölle!
+Was reitst du so schnelle!
+
+\persona{Stimme}
+Mich hat sie geschunden,
+Da sieh nur die Wunden!
+
+\persona{Hexen. Chor} Der Weg ist breit, der Weg ist lang,
+\Locus \textus +
+Was ist das für ein toller Drang?
+Die Gabel sticht, der Besen kratzt,
+Das Kind erstickt, die Mutter platzt.
+
+\persona{Hexenmeister. Halbes Chor}
+Wir schleichen wie die Schneck im Haus,
+Die Weiber alle sind voraus.
+Denn, geht es zu des Bösen Haus,
+Das Weib hat tausend Schritt voraus.
+
+\Locus \textus -
+\persona{Andere H"alfte} %
+Wir nehmen das nicht so genau,
+\Locus \textus +
+Mit tausend Schritten macht's die Frau;
+Doch wie sie sich auch eilen kann,
+Mit einem Sprunge macht's der Mann.
+
+\Locus \textus -
+
+\persona{Stimme} \[oben\] Kommt mit, kommt mit, vom Felsensee!
+
+\persona{Stimmen} \[von unten\] Wir möchten gerne mit in die Höh.
+Wir waschen, und blank sind wir ganz und gar;
+Aber auch ewig unfruchtbar.
+
+\persona{Beide Ch"ore} Es schweigt der Wind, es flieht der Stern,
+\Locus \textus +
+Der trübe Mond verbirgt sich gern.
+Im Sausen sprüht das Zauberchor
+Viel tausend Feuerfunken hervor.
+\Locus \textus -
+
+\persona{Stimme} \[von unten\] Halte! Haltet
+
+\persona{Stimme} \[oben\] Wer ruft da aus der Felsenspalte?
+
+\persona{Stimme} \[von unten\] Nehmt mich mit! Nehmt mich mit!
+Ich steige schon dreihundert Jahr,
+Und kann den Gipfel nicht erreichen
+Ich wäre gern bei meinesgleichen.
+
+\persona{Beide Ch"ore} %
+Es trägt der Besen, trägt der Stock
+\Locus \textus +
+Die Gabel trägt, es trägt der Bock
+Wer heute sich nicht heben kann
+Ist ewig ein verlorner Mann.
+\Locus \textus -
+
+\persona{Halbhexe} \[unten\] %
+Ich tripple nach, so lange Zeit;
+Wie sind die andern schon so weit!
+Ich hab zu Hause keine Ruh
+Und komme hier doch nicht dazu.
+
+\persona{Chor der Hexen} %
+Die Salbe gibt den Hexen Mut,
+\Locus \textus +
+Ein Lumpen ist zum Segel gut
+Ein gutes Schiff ist jeder Trog
+Der flieget nie, der heut nicht flog.
+
+\Locus \textus -
+\persona{Beide Ch"ore} %
+Und wenn wir um den Gipfel ziehn,
+\Locus \textus +
+So streichet an dem Boden hin
+Und deckt die Heide weit und breit
+Mit eurem Schwarm der Hexenheit
+\Locus \textus -
+
+ \[Sie lassen sich nieder.\]
+
+\2
+Das drängt und stößt, das ruscht und klappert!
+Das zischt und quirlt, das zieht und plappert!
+Das leuchtet, sprüht und stinkt und brennt!
+Ein wahres Hexenelement!
+Nur fest an mir! sonst sind wir gleich getrennt.
+Wo bist du? \\
+\1 \[in der Ferne\] Hier! \\
+\2 Was! dort schon hingerissen?
+Da werd ich Hausrecht brauchen müssen.
+Platz! Junker Voland kommt. Platz! süßer Pöbel, Platz!
+Hier, Doktor, fasse mich! und nun in einem Satz
+Laß uns aus dem Gedräng entweichen;
+Es ist zu toll, sogar für meinesgleichen.
+Dortneben leuchtet was mit ganz besondrem Schein,
+Es zieht mich was nach jenen Sträuchen.
+Komm, komm! wir schlupfen da hinein.
+
+\1
+Du Geist des Widerspruchs! Nur zu! du magst mich führen.
+Ich denke doch, das war recht klug gemacht:
+Zum Brocken wandeln wir in der Walpurgisnacht,
+Um uns beliebig nun hieselbst zu isolieren.
+
+\2 Da sieh nur, welche bunten Flammen!
+Es ist ein muntrer Klub beisammen.
+Im Kleinen ist man nicht allein.
+
+\1 Doch droben möcht ich lieber sein!
+Schon seh ich Glut und Wirbelrauch.
+Dort strömt die Menge zu dem Bösen;
+Da muß sich manches Rätsel lösen.
+
+\2 Doch manches Rätsel knüpft sich auch.
+Laß du die große Welt nur sausen,
+Wir wollen hier im stillen hausen.
+Es ist doch lange hergebracht,
+Daß in der großen Welt man kleine Welten macht.
+Da seh ich junge Hexchen, nackt und bloß,
+Und alte, die sich klug verhüllen.
+Seid freundlich, nur um meinetwillen;
+Die Müh ist klein, der Spaß ist groß.
+Ich höre was von Instrumenten tönen!
+Verflucht Geschnarr! Man muß sich dran gewohnen.
+Komm mit! Komm mit! Es kann nicht anders sein,
+Ich tret heran und führe dich herein,
+Und ich verbinde dich aufs neue.
+Was sagst du, Freund? das ist kein kleiner Raum.
+Da sieh nur hin! du siehst das Ende kaum.
+Ein Hundert Feuer brennen in der Reihe
+Man tanzt, man schwatzt, man kocht, man trinkt, man liebt
+Nun sage mir, wo es was Bessers gibt?
+
+\1 Willst du dich nun, um uns hier einzuführen,
+Als Zaubrer oder Teufel produzieren?
+
+\2 Zwar bin ich sehr gewohnt, inkognito zu gehn,
+Doch läßt am Galatag man seinen Orden sehn.
+Ein Knieband zeichnet mich nicht aus,
+Doch ist der Pferdefuß hier ehrenvoll zu Haus.
+Siehst du die Schnecke da? sie kommt herangekrochen;
+Mit ihrem tastenden Gesicht
+Hat sie mir schon was abgerochen.
+Wenn ich auch will, verleugn ich hier mich nicht.
+Komm nur! von Feuer gehen wir zu Feuer,
+Ich bin der Werber, und du bist der Freier.
+
+ \[Zu einigen, die um verglimmende Kohlen sitzen:\]
+Ihr alten Herrn, was macht ihr hier am Ende?
+Ich lobt euch, wenn ich euch hübsch in der Mitte fände,
+Von Saus umzirkt und Jugendbraus;
+Genug allein ist jeder ja zu Haus.
+
+\persona{General} Wer mag auf Nationen trauen!
+Man habe noch so viel für sie getan;
+Denn bei dem Volk wie bei den Frauen
+Steht immerfort die Jugend oben an.
+
+\persona{Minister} Jetzt ist man von dem Rechten allzu weit,
+Ich lobe mir die guten Alten;
+Denn freilich, da wir alles galten,
+Da war die rechte goldne Zeit.
+
+\persona{Parvenu} Wir waren wahrlich auch nicht dumm
+Und taten oft, was wir nicht sollten;
+Doch jetzo kehrt sich alles um und um,
+Und eben da wir's fest erhalten wollten.
+
+\persona{Autor} %
+Wer mag wohl überhaupt jetzt eine Schrift
+Von mäßig klugem Inhalt lesen!
+Und was das liebe junge Volk betrifft,
+Das ist noch nie so naseweis gewesen.
+
+\2 \[der auf einmal sehr alt erscheint\]
+Zum Jüngsten Tag fühl ich das Volk gereift,
+Da ich zum letztenmal den Hexenberg ersteige,
+Und weil mein Fäßchen trübe läuft,
+So ist die Welt auch auf der Neige.
+
+\persona{Tr"odelhexe} Ihr Herren, geht nicht so vorbei!
+Laßt die Gelegenheit nicht fahren!
+Aufmerksam blickt nach meinen Waren,
+Es steht dahier gar mancherlei.
+Und doch ist nichts in meinem Laden,
+Dem keiner auf der Erde gleicht,
+Das nicht einmal zum tücht'gen Schaden
+Der Menschen und der Welt gereicht.
+Kein Dolch ist hier, von dem nicht Blut geflossen,
+Kein Kelch, aus dem sich nicht in ganz gesunden Leib
+Verzehrend heißes Gift ergossen,
+Kein Schmuck, der nicht ein liebenswürdig Weib
+Verführt, kein Schwert, das nicht den Bund gebrochen,
+Nicht etwa hinterrücks den Gegenmann durchstochen.
+
+\2
+Frau Muhme! Sie versteht mir schlecht die Zeiten.
+Getan, geschehn! Geschehn, getan!
+Verleg Sie sich auf Neuigkeiten!
+Nur Neuigkeiten ziehn uns an.
+
+\1 Daß ich mich nur nicht selbst vergesse!
+Heiß ich mir das doch eine Messe!
+
+\2 Der ganze Strudel strebt nach oben;
+Du glaubst zu schieben, und du wirst geschoben.
+\1 Wer ist denn das? \\
+\2 Betrachte sie genau!
+Lilith ist das. \\
+\1 Wer? \\
+\2 Adams erste Frau.
+Nimm dich in acht vor ihren schönen Haaren,
+Vor diesem Schmuck, mit dem sie einzig prangt.
+Wenn sie damit den jungen Mann erlangt,
+So läßt sie ihn so bald nicht wieder fahren.
+
+\1 Da sitzen zwei, die Alte mit der Jungen;
+Die haben schon was Rechts gesprungen!
+
+\2 Das hat nun heute keine Ruh.
+Es geht zum neuen Tanz, nun komm! wir greifen zu.
+
+\Locus \textus +
+\1 \[mit der Jungen tanzend\]
+Einst hatt ich einen schönen Traum
+Da sah ich einen Apfelbaum,
+Zwei schöne Äpfel glänzten dran,
+Sie reizten mich, ich stieg hinan.
+\persona{Die Sch"one} %
+Der Äpfelchen begehrt ihr sehr,
+Und schon vom Paradiese her.
+Von Freuden fühl ich mich bewegt,
+Daß auch mein Garten solche trägt.
+\2 \[mit der Alten\]
+Einst hatt ich einen wüsten Traum
+Da sah ich einen gespaltnen Baum,
+Der hatt' ein ungeheures -- -- --;
+So -- es war, gefiel mir's doch.
+\persona{Die Alte} %
+Ich biete meinen besten Gruß
+Dem Ritter mit dem Pferdefuß!
+Halt Er einen rechten -- -- bereit,
+Wenn Er -- -- -- nicht scheut.
+\Locus \textus -
+
+\persona{Proktophantasmist}
+Verfluchtes Volk! was untersteht ihr euch?
+Hat man euch lange nicht bewiesen:
+Ein Geist steht nie auf ordentlichen Füßen?
+Nun tanzt ihr gar, uns andern Menschen gleich!
+
+\persona{Die Sch"one} \[tanzend\] Was will denn der auf unserm Ball?
+
+\1 \[tanzend\] Ei! der ist eben überall.
+Was andre tanzen, muß er schätzen.
+Kann er nicht jeden Schritt beschwätzen,
+So ist der Schritt so gut als nicht geschehn.
+Am meisten ärgert ihn, sobald wir vorwärts gehn.
+Wenn ihr euch so im Kreise drehen wolltet,
+Wie er's in seiner alten Mühle tut
+Das hieß' er allenfalls noch gut
+Besonders wenn ihr ihn darum begrüßen solltet.
+
+\persona{Proktophantasmist}
+Ihr seid noch immer da! nein, das ist unerhört.
+Verschwindet doch! Wir haben ja aufgeklärt!
+Das Teufelspack, es fragt nach keiner Regel
+Wir sind so klug, und dennoch spukt's in Tegel.
+Wie lange hab ich nicht am Wahn hinausgekehrt,
+Und nie wird's rein; das ist doch unerhört!
+\persona{Die Sch"one} So hört doch auf, uns hier zu ennuyieren!
+\persona{Proktophantasmist} %
+Ich sag's euch Geistern ins Gesicht:
+Den Geistesdespotismus leid ich nicht;
+Mein Geist kann ihn nicht exerzieren. \[Es wird fortgetanzt.\]
+Heut, seh ich, will mir nichts gelingen;
+Doch eine Reise nehm ich immer mit
+Und hoffe noch vor meinem letzten Schritt
+Die Teufel und die Dichter zu bezwingen.
+
+\2 Er wird sich gleich in eine Pfütze setzen,
+Das ist die Art, wie er sich soulagiert,
+Und wenn Blutegel sich an seinem Steiß ergetzen,
+Ist er von Geistern und von Geist kuriert.
+
+ \[Zu Faust, der aus dem Tanz getreten ist.\]
+Was lässest du das schöne Mädchen fahren,
+Das dir zum Tanz so lieblich sang?
+
+\1 Ach! mitten im Gesange sprang
+Ein rotes Mäuschen ihr aus dem Munde.
+
+\2 Das ist was Rechts! das nimmt man nicht genau;
+Genug, die Maus war doch nicht grau.
+Wer fragt darnach in einer Schäferstunde?
+
+\1 Dann sah ich-- \\
+\2 Was? \\
+\1 Mephisto, siehst du dort
+Ein blasses, schönes Kind allein und ferne stehen?
+Sie schiebt sich langsam nur vom Ort,
+Sie scheint mit geschloßnen Füßen zu gehen.
+Ich muß bekennen, daß mir deucht,
+Daß sie dem guten Gretchen gleicht.
+
+\2
+Laß das nur stehn! dabei wird's niemand wohl.
+Es ist ein Zauberbild, ist leblos, ein Idol.
+Ihm zu begegnen, ist nicht gut:
+Vom starren Blick erstarrt des Menschen Blut,
+Und er wird fast in Stein verkehrt;
+Von der Meduse hast du ja gehört.
+
+\1 Fürwahr, es sind die Augen einer Toten,
+Die eine liebende Hand nicht schloß.
+Das ist die Brust, die Gretchen mir geboten,
+Das ist der süße Leib, den ich genoß.
+
+\2 Das ist die Zauberei, du leicht verführter Tor!
+Denn jedem kommt sie wie sein Liebchen vor.
+
+\1 Welch eine Wonne! welch ein Leiden!
+Ich kann von diesem Blick nicht scheiden.
+Wie sonderbar muß diesen schönen Hals
+Ein einzig rotes Schnürchen schmücken,
+Nicht breiter als ein Messerrücken!
+
+\2 Ganz recht! ich seh es ebenfalls.
+Sie kann das Haupt auch unterm Arme tragen,
+Denn Perseus hat's ihr abgeschlagen.
+Nur immer diese Lust zum Wahn!
+Komm doch das Hügelchen heran,
+Hier ist's so lustig wie im Prater
+Und hat man mir's nicht angetan,
+So seh ich wahrlich ein Theater.
+Was gibt's denn da? \\
+\persona{Servibilis} Gleich fängt man wieder an.
+Ein neues Stück, das letzte Stück von sieben.
+So viel zu geben ist allhier der Brauch,
+Ein Dilettant hat es geschrieben
+Und Dilettanten spielen's auch.
+Verzeiht, ihr Herrn, wenn ich verschwinde
+Mich dilettiert's, den Vorhang aufzuziehn.
+
+\2 Wenn ich euch auf dem Blocksberg finde,
+Das find ich gut; denn da gehört ihr hin.
+
+\Szene {Walpurgisnachtstraum}
+ \[c]oder\]
+\Facies \titulus {\Capitals{#1}}
+\titulus {oberons und titanias goldne hochzeit}
+\Facies \titulus {\RelSize{-1}\Capitals{#1}}
+\titulus{intermezzo}
+\vacua
+
+\Locus \textus +
+\SpatiumInfra \stropham {}
+\Forma \strophae {0 {\penalty 10000}
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+\persona{Theatermeister}
+Heute ruhen wir einmal,
+Miedings wackre Söhne.
+Alter Berg und feuchtes Tal,
+Das ist die ganze Szene!
+
+\persona{Herold} %
+Daß die Hochzeit golden sei,
+Solln funfzig Jahr sein vorüber;
+Aber ist der Streit vorbei,
+Das golden ist mir lieber.
+
+\persona{Oberon} %
+Seid ihr Geister, wo ich bin,
+So zeigt's in diesen Stunden;
+König und die Königin,
+Sie sind aufs neu verbunden.
+
+\persona{Puck} %
+Kommt der Puck und dreht sich quer
+Und schleift den Fuß im Reihen;
+Hundert kommen hinterher,
+Sich auch mit ihm zu freuen.
+
+\persona{Ariel} %
+Ariel bewegt den Sang
+In himmlisch reinen Tönen;
+Viele Fratzen lockt sein Klang,
+Doch lockt er auch die Schönen.
+
+\persona{Oberon} %
+Gatten, die sich vertragen wollen,
+Lernen's von uns beiden!
+Wenn sich zweie lieben sollen,
+Braucht man sie nur zu scheiden.
+
+\persona{Titania} %
+Schmollt der Mann und grillt die Frau,
+So faßt sie nur behende,
+Führt mir nach dem Mittag sie,
+Und ihn an Nordens Ende.
+
+\persona{Orchester Tutti} \[Fortissimo\]
+Fliegenschnauz und Mückennas
+Mit ihren Anverwandten,
+Frosch im Laub und Grill im Gras,
+Das sind die Musikanten!
+
+\persona{Solo} %
+Seht, da kommt der Dudelsack!
+Es ist die Seifenblase.
+Hört den Schneckeschnickeschnack
+Durch seine stumpfe Nase
+
+\persona{Geist, der sich erst bildet}
+Spinnenfuß und Krötenbauch
+Und Flügelchen dem Wichtchen!
+Zwar ein Tierchen gibt es nicht,
+Doch gibt es ein Gedichtchen.
+
+\persona{Ein P"archen}
+Kleiner Schritt und hoher Sprung
+Durch Honigtau und Düfte
+Zwar du trippelst mir genung,
+Doch geh's nicht in die Lüfte.
+
+\persona{Neugieriger Reisender}
+Ist das nicht Maskeradenspott?
+Soll ich den Augen trauen,
+Oberon, den schönen Gott,
+Auch heute hier zu schauen?
+
+\persona{Orthodox} %
+Keine Klauen, keinen Schwanz!
+Doch bleibt es außer Zweifel:
+So wie die Götter Griechenlands,
+So ist auch er ein Teufel.
+
+\persona{Nordischer K"unstler}
+Was ich ergreife, das ist heut
+Fürwahr nur skizzenweise;
+Doch ich bereite mich beizeit
+Zur italien'schen Reise.
+
+\persona{Purist} %
+Ach! mein Unglück führt mich her:
+Wie wird nicht hier geludert!
+Und von dem ganzen Hexenheer
+Sind zweie nur gepudert.
+
+\persona{Junge hexe} %
+Der Puder ist so wie der Rock
+Für alt' und graue Weibchen,
+Drum sitz ich nackt auf meinem Bock
+Und zeig ein derbes Leibchen.
+
+\persona{Matrone} %
+Wir haben zu viel Lebensart
+Um hier mit euch zu maulen!
+Doch hoff ich, sollt ihr jung und zart
+So wie ihr seid, verfaulen.
+
+\persona{Kapellmeister}
+Fliegenschnauz und Mückennas
+Umschwärmt mir nicht die Nackte!
+Frosch im Laub und Grill im Gras,
+So bleibt doch auch im Takte!
+
+\persona{Windfahne} \[nach der einen Seite\]
+Gesellschaft, wie man wünschen kann:
+Wahrhaftig lauter Bräute!
+Und Junggesellen, Mann für Mann,
+Die hoffnungsvollsten Leute!
+
+\persona{Windfahne} \[nach der andern Seite\]
+Und tut sich nicht der Boden auf,
+Sie alle zu verschlingen,
+So will ich mit behendem Lauf
+Gleich in die Hölle springen.
+
+\persona{Xenien} %
+Als Insekten sind wir da,
+Mit kleinen scharfen Scheren,
+Satan, unsern Herrn Papa,
+Nach Würden zu verehren.
+
+\persona{Hennings} %
+Seht, wie sie in gedrängter Schar
+Naiv zusammen scherzen!
+Am Ende sagen sie noch gar,
+Sie hätten gute Herzen.
+
+\persona{Musaget} %
+Ich mag in diesem Hexenheer
+Mich gar zu gern verlieren;
+Denn freilich diese wüßt ich eh'r
+Als Musen anzuführen.
+
+\persona{Ci-devant Genius der Zeit}
+Mit rechten Leuten wird man was.
+Komm, fasse meinen Zipfel!
+Der Blocksberg, wie der deutsche Parnaß,
+Hat gar einen breiten Gipfel.
+
+\persona{Neugieriger Reisender}
+Sagt, wie heißt der steife Mann?
+Er geht mit stolzen Schritten.
+Er schnopert, was er schnopern kann.
+"`Er spürt nach Jesuiten."'
+
+\persona{Kranich} %
+In dem klaren mag ich gern
+Und auch im trüben fischen;
+Darum seht ihr den frommen Herrn
+Sich auch mit Teufeln mischen.
+
+\persona{Weltkind} %
+Ja, für die Frommen, glaubet mir,
+Ist alles ein Vehikel,
+Sie bilden auf dem Blocksberg hier
+Gar manches Konventikel.
+
+\persona{T"anzer} %
+Da kommt ja wohl ein neues Chor?
+Ich höre ferne Trommeln.
+"`Nur ungestört! es sind im Rohr
+Die unisonen Dommeln."'
+
+\persona{Tanzmeister}
+Wie jeder doch die Beine lupft!
+Sich, wie er kann, herauszieht!
+Der Krumme springt, der Plumpe hupft
+Und fragt nicht, wie es aussieht.
+
+\persona{Fiedler} %
+Das haßt sich schwer, das Lumpenpack,
+Und gäb sich gern das Restchen;
+Es eint sie hier der Dudelsack,
+Wie Orpheus' Leier die Bestjen.
+
+\persona{Dogmatiker}
+Ich lasse mich nicht irre schrein,
+Nicht durch Kritik noch Zweifel.
+Der Teufel muß doch etwas sein;
+Wie gäb's denn sonst auch Teufel?
+
+\persona{Idealist} %
+Die Phantasie in meinem Sinn
+Ist diesmal gar zu herrisch.
+Fürwahr, wenn ich das alles bin,
+So bin ich heute närrisch.
+
+\persona{Realist} %
+Das Wesen ist mir recht zur Qual
+Und muß mich baß verdrießen;
+Ich stehe hier zum erstenmal
+Nicht fest auf meinen Füßen.
+
+\persona{Supernaturalist}
+Mit viel Vergnügen bin ich da
+Und freue mich mit diesen;
+Denn von den Teufeln kann ich ja
+Auf gute Geister schließen.
+
+\persona{Skeptiker} %
+Sie gehn den Flämmchen auf der Spur
+Und glaubn sich nah dem Schatze.
+Auf Teufel reimt der Zweifel nur;
+Da bin ich recht am Platze.
+
+\persona{Kapellmeister}
+Frosch im Laub und Grill im Gras,
+Verfluchte Dilettanten!
+Fliegenschnauz und Mückennas,
+Ihr seid doch Musikanten!
+
+\persona{Die Gewandten}
+Sanssouci, so heißt das Heer
+Von lustigen Geschöpfen;
+Auf den Füßen geht's nicht mehr,
+Drum gehn wir auf den Köpfen.
+
+\persona{Die Unbehilflichen}
+Sonst haben wir manchen Bissen erschranzt,
+Nun aber Gott befohlen!
+Unsere Schuhe sind durchgetanzt,
+Wir laufen auf nackten Sohlen.
+
+\persona{Irrlichter} %
+Von dem Sumpfe kommen wir,
+Woraus wir erst entstanden;
+Doch sind wir gleich im Reihen hier
+Die glänzenden Galanten.
+
+\persona{Sternschnuppe}
+Aus der Höhe schoß ich her
+Im Stern- und Feuerscheine,
+Liege nun im Grase quer--
+Wer hilft mir auf die Beine?
+
+\persona{Die Massiven}
+Platz und Platz! und ringsherum!
+So gehn die Gräschen nieder.
+Geister kommen, Geister auch,
+Sie haben plumpe Glieder.
+
+\persona{Puck} %
+Tretet nicht so mastig auf
+Wie Elefantenkälber,
+Und der plumpst' an diesem Tag
+Sei Puck, der derbe, selber.
+
+\persona{Ariel} %
+Gab die liebende Natur,
+Gab der Geist euch Flügel,
+Folget meiner leichten Spur,
+Auf zum Rosenhügel!
+
+\persona{Orchester} \relax \[Pianissimo\]
+Wolkenzug und Nebelflor
+Erhellen sich von oben.
+Luft im Laub und Wind im Rohr,
+Und alles ist zerstoben.
+
+\Locus \textus -
+\Forma \strophae {}
+\Novus \numerus \savenumerus
+
+\savenumerus {\value{numerus}}
+
+\Szene {Trüber Tag {\textperiodcentered} Feld}
+
+\(\1. \2.\)
+{\numerus {3}%
+\Forma \personae {\hangindent .8em \hangafter -1}%
+\Prosa
+\1 Im Elend! Verzweifelnd! Erbärmlich auf der Erde lange verirrt und nun
+gefangen! Als Missetäterin Im Kerker zu entsetzlichen Qualen eingesperrt,
+das holde unselige Geschöpf! Bis dahin! dahin!-- Verräterischer,
+nichtswürdiger Geist, und das hast du mir ver\-heim\-licht!-- Steh nur, steh!
+wälze die teuflischen Augen ingrimmend im Kopf herum! Steh und trutze mir
+durch deine unerträgliche Gegenwart! Gefangen! Im unwiederbringlichen
+Elend! Bösen Geistern über\-ge\-ben und der richtenden gefühllosen Menschheit!
+Und mich wiegst du indes in abgeschmackten Zerstreuungen, verbirgst mir
+ihren wachsenden Jammer und lässest sie hilflos verderben!
+
+\2 Sie ist die erste nicht.
+
+\1 Hund! abscheuliches Untier!-- Wandle ihn, du unendlicher Geist! wandle den
+Wurm wieder in seine Hundsgestalt, wie er sich oft nächt\-li\-cher\-weile gefiel,
+vor mir herzutrotten, dem harmlosen Wandrer vor die Füße zu kollern und
+sich dem niederstürzenden auf die Schultern zu hängen. Wandl' ihn wieder in
+seine Lieblingsbildung, daß er vor mir im Sand auf dem Bauch krieche ich
+ihn mit Füßen trete, den Verworfnen!-- "`Die erste nicht!"'-- Jammer! Jammer!
+von keiner Menschenseele zu fassen, daß mehr als ein Geschöpf in die Tiefe
+dieses Elendes versank, daß nicht das erste genugtat für die Schuld aller
+übrigen in seiner windenden Todesnot vor den Augen des ewig Verzeihenden!
+Mir wühlt es Mark und Leben durch, das Elend dieser einzigen-- du grinsest
+gelassen über das Schicksal von Tausenden hin!
+
+\2 Nun sind wir schon wieder an der Grenze unsres Witzes, da, wo euch Menschen
+der Sinn überschnappt. Warum machst du Gemeinschaft mit uns wenn du sie
+nicht durchführen kannst? Willst fliegen und bist vorm Schwindel nicht
+sicher? Drangen wir uns dir auf, oder du dich uns?
+
+\1 Fletsche deine gefräßigen Zähne mir nicht so entgegen! Mir ekelt's!--
+Großer, herrlicher Geist, der du mir zu erscheinen wür\-di\-gtest, der du mein
+Herz kennest und meine Seele, warum an den Schandgesellen mich schmieden,
+der sich am Schaden weidet und am Verderben sich letzt?
+
+\2 Endigst du?
+
+\1 Rette sie! oder weh dir! Den gräßlichsten Fluch über dich auf Jahrtausende!
+
+\2 Ich kann die Bande des Rächers nicht lösen, seine Riegel nicht öffnen.--
+"`Rette sie!"'-- Wer war's, der sie ins Verderben stürzte? Ich oder du?
+
+ \[\1 blickt wild umher.\]
+Greifst du nach dem Donner? Wohl, daß er euch elenden Sterblichen nicht
+gegeben ward! Den unschuldig Entgegnenden zu zerschmettern, das ist so
+Tyrannenart, sich in Verlegenheiten Luft zu machen.
+
+\1 Bringe mich hin! Sie soll frei sein!
+
+\2 Und die Gefahr, der du dich aussetzest? Wisse, noch liegt auf der Stadt
+Blutschuld von deiner Hand. Über des Erschlagenen Stätte schweben rächende
+Geister und lauern auf den wiederkehrenden Mörder.
+
+\1 Noch das von dir? Mord und Tod einer Welt über dich Ungeheuer! Führe mich
+hin, sag ich, und befrei sie.
+
+\2 Ich führe dich, und was ich tun kann, höre! Habe ich alle Macht im Himmel
+und auf Erden? Des Türners Sinne will ich umnebeln, bemächtige dich der
+Schlüssel und führe sie heraus mit Menschenhand! Ich wache, die
+Zauberpferde sind bereit, ich entführe euch. Das vermag ich.
+
+\1 Auf und davon!
+\endProsa}
+
+\Szene {Nacht {\textperiodcentered} Offen Feld}
+
+\(\1, \2, auf schwarzen Pferden daherbrausend.\)
+
+\numerus {\value{savenumerus}}
+
+\1 Was weben die dort um den Rabenstein?
+\2 Weiß nicht, was sie kochen und schaffen.
+\1 Schweben auf, schweben ab, neigen sich, beugen sich.
+\2 Eine Hexenzunft.
+\1 Sie streuen und weihen.
+\2 Vorbei! Vorbei!
+
+\persona*[3]{Margarete}
+
+\Szene {Kerker}
+\1
+\[mit einem Bund Schlüssel und einer Lampe, vor einem eisernen Türchen.\]
+Mich faßt ein längst entwohnter Schauer,
+Der Menschheit ganzer Jammer faßt mich an
+Hier wohnt sie hinter dieser feuchten Mauer
+Und ihr Verbrechen war ein guter Wahn
+Du zauderst, zu ihr zu gehen!
+Du fürchtest, sie wiederzusehen!
+Fort! dein Zagen zögert den Tod heran.
+ \(Er ergreift das Schloß. Es singt inwendig.\)
+{\Locus \textus {+\widthof{Fort! dein Zag}}
+Meine Mutter, die Hur
+Die mich umgebracht hat!
+Mein Vater, der Schelm
+Der mich gessen hat!
+Mein Schwesterlein klein
+Hub auf die Bein
+An einem kühlen Ort;
+Da ward ich ein schönes Waldvögelein;
+Fliege fort, fliege fort!
+}
+\1 \[aufschließend\] Sie ahnet nicht, daß der Geliebte lauscht,
+Die Ketten klirren hört, das Stroh, das rauscht.
+ \(Er tritt ein.\)
+
+\3 \[sich auf dem Lager verbergend\]
+Weh! Weh! Sie kommen. Bittrer Tod!
+
+\1 \[leise\] Still! Still! ich komme, dich zu befreien.
+
+\3 \[sich vor ihn hinwälzend\]
+Bist du ein Mensch, so fühle meine Not.
+\1 Du wirst die Wächter aus dem Schlafe schreien!
+
+ \(Er faßt die Ketten, sie aufzuschließen.\)
+
+\3 \[auf den Knien\] Wer hat dir Henker diese Macht
+Über mich gegeben!
+Du holst mich schon um Mitternacht.
+Erbarme dich und laß mich leben!
+Ist's morgen früh nicht zeitig genung?
+ \(Sie steht auf.\)
+Bin ich doch noch so jung, so jung!
+Und soll schon sterben!
+Schön war ich auch, und das war mein Verderben.
+Nah war der Freund, nun ist er weit;
+Zerrissen liegt der Kranz, die Blumen zerstreut.
+Fasse mich nicht so gewaltsam an!
+Schone mich! Was hab ich dir getan?
+Laß mich nicht vergebens flehen,
+Hab ich dich doch mein Tage nicht gesehen!
+
+\1 Werd ich den Jammer überstehen!
+
+\3 Ich bin nun ganz in deiner Macht.
+Laß mich nur erst das Kind noch tränken.
+Ich herzt es diese ganze Nacht;
+Sie nahmen mir's, um mich zu kränken,
+Und sagen nun, ich hätt es umgebracht.
+Und niemals werd ich wieder froh..
+Sie singen Lieder auf mich! Es ist bös von den Leuten!
+Ein altes Märchen endigt so,
+Wer heißt sie's deuten?
+
+\1 \[wirft sich nieder\] Ein Liebender liegt dir zu Füßen,
+Die Jammerknechtschaft aufzuschließen.
+
+\3 \[wirft sich zu ihm\]
+O laß uns knien, die Heil'gen anzurufen!
+Sieh! unter diesen Stufen,
+Unter der Schwelle
+Siedet die Hölle!
+Der Böse,
+Mit furchtbarem Grimme,
+Macht ein Getöse!
+
+\1 \[laut\] Gretchen! Gretchen!
+
+\3 \[aufmerksam\] Das war des Freundes Stimme!
+ \(Sie springt auf. Die Ketten fallen ab.\)
+Wo ist er? ich hab ihn rufen hören.
+Ich bin frei! mir soll niemand wehren.
+An seinen Hals will ich fliegen,
+An seinem Busen liegen!
+Er rief Gretchen! Er stand auf der Schwelle.
+Mitten durchs Heulen und Klappen der Hölle,
+Durch den grimmigen, teuflischen Hohn
+Erkannt ich den süßen, den liebenden Ton.
+
+\1 Ich bin's! \\
+
+\3 Du bist's! O sag es noch einmal!
+
+ \[Ihn fassend.\]
+Er ist's! Er ist's! Wohin ist alle Qual?
+Wohin die Angst des Kerkers? der Ketten?
+Du bist's! Kommst, mich zu retten.
+Ich bin gerettet!
+Schon ist die Straße wieder da
+Auf der ich dich zum ersten Male sah
+Und der heitere Garten'
+Wo ich und Marthe deiner warten
+
+\1 \[fortstrebend\] Komm mit! Komm mit! \\
+
+\3 O weile
+Weil ich doch so gern, wo du weilest.
+
+ \[Liebkosend.\]
+
+\1 Eile!
+Wenn du nicht eilest
+Werden wir's teuer büßen müssen.
+
+\3 Wie? du kannst nicht mehr küssen?
+Mein Freund, so kurz von mir entfernt
+Und hast's Küssen verlernt?
+Warum wird mir an deinem Halse so bang?
+Wenn sonst von deinen Worten, deinen Blicken
+Ein ganzer Himmel mich überdrang
+Und du mich küßtest, als wolltest du mich ersticken.
+Küsse mich!
+Sonst küß ich dich!
+
+\[Sie umfaßt ihn.\]
+O weh! deine Lippen sind kalt,
+Sind stumm.
+Wo ist dein Lieben
+Geblieben?
+Wer brachte mich drum?
+
+\[Sie wendet sich von ihm.\]
+
+\1 Komm! Folge mir! Liebchen, fasse Mut!
+Ich herze dich mit tausendfacher Glut
+Nur folge mir! Ich bitte dich nur dies!
+
+\3 \[zu ihm gewendet\]
+Und bist du's denn? Und bist du's auch gewiß?
+
+\1 Ich bin's! Komm mit! \\
+
+\3 Du machst die Fesseln los,
+Nimmst wieder mich in deinen Schoß.
+Wie kommt es, daß du dich vor mir nicht scheust?
+Und weißt du denn, mein Freund, wen du befreist?
+
+\1 Komm! komm! schon weicht die tiefe Nacht.
+
+\3 Meine Mutter hab ich umgebracht,
+Mein Kind hab ich ertränkt.
+War es nicht dir und mir geschenkt?
+Dir auch.-- Du bist's! ich glaub es kaum.
+Gib deine Hand! Es ist kein Traum!
+Deine liebe Hand!-- Ach, aber sie ist feucht!
+Wische sie ab! Wie mich deucht,
+Ist Blut dran.
+Ach Gott! was hast du getan!
+Stecke den Degen ein,
+Ich bitte dich drum!
+
+\1 Laß das Vergangne vergangen sein,
+Du bringst mich um.
+
+\3 Nein, du mußt übrigbleiben!
+Ich will dir die Gräber beschreiben,
+Für die mußt du sorgen
+Gleich morgen;
+Der Mutter den besten Platz geben,
+Meinen Bruder sogleich darneben,
+Mich ein wenig beiseit',
+Nur nicht gar zu weit!
+Und das Kleine mir an die rechte Brust.
+Niemand wird sonst bei mir liegen!--
+Mich an deine Seite zu schmiegen,
+Das war ein süßes, ein holdes Glück!
+Aber es will mir nicht mehr gelingen;
+Mir ist's, als müßt ich mich zu dir zwingen,
+Als stießest du mich von dir zurück;
+Und doch bist du's und blickst so gut, so fromm.
+
+\1 Fühlst du, daß ich es bin, so komm!
+\3 Dahinaus?
+\1 Ins Freie. \\
+\3 Ist das Grab drauß,
+Lauert der Tod, so komm!
+Von hier ins ewige Ruhebett
+Und weiter keinen Schritt
+Du gehst nun fort? O Heinrich, könnt ich mit!
+
+\1 Du kannst! So wolle nur! Die Tür steht offen!
+
+\3 Ich darf nicht fort; für mich ist nichts zu hoffen.
+Was hilft es, fliehn? Sie lauern doch mir auf.
+Es ist so elend, betteln zu müssen
+Und noch dazu mit bösem Gewissen!
+Es ist so elend, in der Fremde schweifen
+Und sie werden mich doch ergreifen!
+
+\1 Ich bleibe bei dir
+
+\3 Geschwind! Geschwind!
+Rette dein armes Kind!
+Fort! immer den Weg
+Am Bach hinauf,
+Über den Steg,
+In den Wald hinein,
+Links, wo die Planke steht,
+Im Teich.
+Faß es nur gleich!
+Es will sich heben,
+Es zappelt noch!
+Rette! rette!
+
+\1 Besinne dich doch!
+Nur einen Schritt, so bist du frei!
+
+\3 Wären wir nur den Berg vorbei!
+Da sitzt meine Mutter auf einem Stein,
+Es faßt mich kalt beim Schopfe!
+Da sitzt meine Mutter auf einem Stein
+Und wackelt mit dem Kopfe
+Sie winkt nicht, sie nickt nicht, der Kopf ist ihr schwer,
+Sie schlief so lange, sie wacht nicht mehr.
+Sie schlief, damit wir uns freuten.
+Es waren glückliche Zeiten!
+
+\1 Hilft hier kein Flehen, hilft kein Sagen,
+So wag ich's, dich hinwegzutragen.
+
+\3 Laß mich! Nein, ich leide keine Gewalt!
+Fasse mich nicht so mörderisch an!
+Sonst hab ich dir ja alles zulieb getan.
+
+\1 Der Tag graut! Liebchen! Liebchen!
+
+\3 Tag! Ja, es wird Tag! der letzte Tag dringt herein;
+Mein Hochzeittag sollt es sein!
+Sag niemand, daß du schon bei Gretchen warst.
+Weh meinem Kranze!
+Es ist eben geschehn!
+Wir werden uns wiedersehn;
+Aber nicht beim Tanze.
+Die Menge drängt sich, man hört sie nicht.
+Der Platz, die Gassen
+Können sie nicht fassen.
+Die Glocke ruft, das Stäbchen bricht.
+Wie sie mich binden und packen!
+Zum Blutstuhl bin ich schon entrückt.
+Schon zuckt nach jedem Nacken
+Die Schärfe, die nach meinem zückt.
+Stumm liegt die Welt wie das Grab!
+
+\1 O wär ich nie geboren!
+
+\2 \[erscheint draußen\] Auf! oder ihr seid verloren.
+Unnützes Zagen! Zaudern und Plaudern!
+Mein Pferde schaudern,
+Der Morgen dämmert auf.
+
+\3 Was steigt aus dem Boden herauf?
+Der! der! Schick ihn fort!
+Was will der an dem heiligen Ort?
+Er will mich! \\
+
+\1 Du sollst leben!
+\3 Gericht Gottes! dir hab ich mich übergeben!
+
+\2 \[zu Faust\]
+Komm! komm! Ich lasse dich mit ihr im Stich.
+
+\3 Dein bin ich, Vater! Rette mich!
+Ihr Engel! Ihr heiligen Scharen,
+Lagert euch umher, mich zu bewahren!
+Heinrich! Mir graut's vor dir.
+\2 Sie ist gerichtet! \\
+\persona{Stimme} \[von oben\] Ist gerettet! \\
+\2 \[zu Faust\] Her zu mir!
+ \[Verschwindet mit Faust.\]
+
+\persona{Stimme} \[von innen, verhallend\] Heinrich! Heinrich!
+
+\endVersus
+\endDrama
+
+\cleardoublepage
+\BackMatter
+\parindent 1em
+\part {Kommentarteil}
+
+\Titel {Goethe "uber seinen "`Faust"'
+ \notheadline {
+ \\ \notcontents{{\RelSize{-1}und} \\[.33ex]}
+ Quellen zur Entstehungsgeschichte des "`Faust"'
+ }
+ }
+\lorem [24335]
+
+\newpage
+\Titel {Nachwort}
+
+\lorem [31644]
+
+\end{document}
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+\ExampleTitle [f]{Charles Baudelaire}{Les fleurs du mal}
+ {Les Fleurs du Mal\\[.75ex]
+ \textsc{basil blackwell $\cdot$ oxford}, 1966}
+
+
+\titulus {LES FLEURS DU MAL}
+
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+ {\RelSize{+1}Au Poète impeccable}\\[.75ex]
+ Au parfait magicien ès lettres françaises\\
+ A mon très-cher et très-vénéré\\
+ Maître et ami\\[.75ex]
+ {\RelSize{+1}Théophile Gautier}\\[.75ex]
+ Avec les sentiments\\
+ De la plus profonde humilité\\
+ Je dédie\\
+ Ces Fleurs maladives\\
+ C.B.
+}
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+
+\nombre{-1}
+\begin{poeme}{\textup{AU LECTEUR}}
+
+ La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine,
+ Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps,
+ Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords,
+ Comme les mendiants nourrissent leur vermine.
+
+ Nos péchés sont têtus, nos repentirs sont lâches;
+ Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux,
+ Et nous rentrons gaiement dans le chemin bourbeux,
+ Croyant par de vils pleurs laver toutes nos taches.
+
+ Sur l'oreiller du mal c'est Satan Trismégiste
+ Qui berce longuement notre esprit enchanté,
+ Et le riche métal de notre volonté
+ Est tout vaporisé par ce savant chimiste.
+
+ C'est le Diable qui tient les fils qui nous remuent!
+ Aux objets répugnants nous trouvons des appas;
+ Chaque jour vers l'Enfer nous descendons d'un pas,
+ Sans horreur, à travers des ténèbres qui puent.
+
+ Ainsi qu'un débauché pauvre qui baise et mange
+ Le sein martyrisé d'une antique catin,
+ Nous volons au passage un plaisir clandestin
+ Que nous pressons bien fort comme une vieille orange.
+
+ Serré, fourmillant, comme un million d'helminthes,
+ Dans nos cerveaux ribote un peuple de Démons,
+ Et, quand nous respirons, la Mort dans nos poumons
+ Descend, fleuve invisible, avec de sourdes plaintes.
+
+ Si le viol, le poison, le poignard, l'incendie,
+ N'ont pas encor brodé de leurs plaisants dessins
+ Le canevas banal de nos piteux destins,
+ C'est que notre âme, hélas! n'est pas assez hardie.
+
+ Mais parmi les chacals, les panthères, les lices,
+ Les singes, les scorpions, les vautours, les serpents,
+ Les monstres glapissants, hurlants, grognants, rampants,
+ Dans la ménagerie infâme de nos vices,
+
+ Il en est un plus laid, plus méchant, plus immonde!
+ Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
+ Il ferait volontiers de la terre un débris
+ Et dans un bâillement avalerait le monde;
+
+ C'est l'Ennui! L'oeil chargé d'un pleur involontaire,
+ Il rêve d'échafauds en fumant son houka.
+ Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat,
+ \textemdash Hypocrite lecteur, \textemdash mon semblable, \textemdash mon frère!
+\end{poeme}
+
+\titulus{SPLEEN ET IDEAL}
+
+
+\begin{poeme}{Bénédiction}
+ Lorsque, par un décret des puissances suprêmes,
+ Le Poète apparaît en ce monde ennuyé,
+ Sa mère épouvantée et pleine de blasphèmes
+ Crispe ses poings vers Dieu, qui la prend en pitié:
+
+ \textemdash \guillemetleft Ah! que n'ai je mis bas tout un noeud de vipères,
+ Plutôt que de nourrir cette dérision!
+ Maudite soit la nuit aux plaisirs éphémères
+ Où mon ventre a conçu mon expiation!
+
+ Puisque tu m'as choisie entre toutes les femmes
+ Pour être le dégoût de mon triste mari,
+ Et que je ne puis pas rejeter dans les flammes,
+ Comme un billet d'amour, ce monstre rabougri,
+
+ Je ferai rejaillir ta haine qui m'accable
+ Sur l'instrument maudit de tes méchancetés,
+ Et je tordrai si bien cet arbre misérable,
+ Qu'il ne pourra pousser ses boutons empestés!\guillemetright
+
+ Elle ravale ainsi l'écume de sa haine,
+ Et, ne comprenant pas les desseins éternels,
+ Elle-même prépare au fond de la Géhenne
+ Les bûchers consacrés aux crimes maternels.
+
+ Pourtant, sous la tutelle invisible d'un Ange,
+ L'Enfant déshérité s'enivre de soleil
+ Et dans tout ce qu'il boit et dans tout ce qu'il mange
+ Retrouve l'ambroisie et le nectar vermeil.
+
+ Il joue avec le vent, cause avec le nuage,
+ Et s'enivre en chantant du chemin de la croix;
+ Et l'Esprit qui le suit dans son pèlerinage
+ Pleure de le voir gai comme un oiseau des bois.
+
+ Tous ceux qu'il veut aimer l'observent avec crainte,
+ Ou bien, s'enhardissant de sa tranquillité,
+ Cherchent à qui saura lui tirer une plainte,
+ Et font sur lui l'essai de leur férocité.
+
+ Dans le pain et le vin destinés à sa bouche
+ Ils mêlent de la cendre avec d'impurs crachats;
+ Avec hypocrisie ils jettent ce qu'il touche,
+ Et s'accusent d'avoir mis leurs pieds dans ses pas.
+
+ Sa femme va criant sur les places publiques:
+ \guillemetleft Puisqu'il me trouve assez belle pour m'adorer,
+ Je ferai le métier des idoles antiques,
+ Et comme elles je veux me faire redorer;
+
+ Et je me soûlerai de nard, d'encens, de myrrhe,
+ De génuflexions, de viandes et de vins,
+ Pour savoir si je puis dans un coeur qui m'admire
+ Usurper en riant les hommages divins!
+
+ Et, quand je m'ennuierai de ces farces impies,
+ Je poserai sur lui ma frêle et forte main;
+ Et mes ongles, pareils aux ongles des harpies,
+ Sauront jusqu'à son coeur se frayer un chemin.
+
+ Comme un tout jeune oiseau qui tremble et qui palpite,
+ J'arracherai ce coeur tout rouge de son sein,
+ Et, pour rassasier ma bête favorite
+ Je le lui jetterai par terre avec dédain!\guillemetright
+
+ Vers le Ciel, où son oeil voit un trône splendide,
+ Le Poète serein lève ses bras pieux
+ Et les vastes éclairs de son esprit lucide
+ Lui dérobent l'aspect des peuples furieux:
+
+ \textemdash \guillemetleft Soyez béni, mon Dieu, qui donnez la souffrance
+ Comme un divin remède à nos impuretés
+ Et comme la meilleure et la plus pure essence
+ Qui prépare les forts aux saintes voluptés!
+
+ Je sais que vous gardez une place au Poète
+ Dans les rangs bienheureux des saintes Légions,
+ Et que vous l'invitez à l'éternelle fête
+ Des Trônes, des Vertus, des Dominations.
+
+ Je sais que la douleur est la noblesse unique
+ Où ne mordront jamais la terre et les enfers,
+ Et qu'il faut pour tresser ma couronne mystique
+ Imposer tous les temps et tous les univers.
+
+ Mais les bijoux perdus de l'antique Palmyre,
+ Les métaux inconnus, les perles de la mer,
+ Par votre main montés, ne pourraient pas suffire
+ A ce beau diadème éblouissant et clair;
+
+ Car il ne sera fait que de pure lumière,
+ Puisée au foyer saint des rayons primitifs,
+ Et dont les yeux mortels, dans leur splendeur entière,
+ Ne sont que des miroirs obscurcis et plaintifs!\guillemetright
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{L'Albatros}
+
+ Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage
+ Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
+ Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
+ Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.
+
+ A peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,
+ Que ces rois de l'azur, maladroits et honteux,
+ Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches
+ Comme des avirons traîner à côté d'eux.
+
+ Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule!
+ Lui, naguère si beau, qu'il est comique et laid!
+ L'un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,
+ L'autre mime, en boitant, l'infirme qui volait!
+
+ Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
+ Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;
+ Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
+ Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Elévation}
+
+ Au-dessus des étangs, au-dessus des vallées,
+ Des montagnes, des bois, des nuages, des mers,
+ Par delà le soleil, par delà les éthers,
+ Par delà les confins des sphères étoilées,
+
+ Mon esprit, tu te meus avec agilité,
+ Et, comme un bon nageur qui se pâme dans l'onde,
+ Tu sillonnes gaiement l'immensité profonde
+ Avec une indicible et mâle volupté.
+
+ Envole-toi bien loin de ces miasmes morbides;
+ Va te purifier dans l'air supérieur,
+ Et bois, comme une pure et divine liqueur,
+ Le feu clair qui remplit les espaces limpides.
+
+ Derrière les ennuis et les vastes chagrins
+ Qui chargent de leur poids l'existence brumeuse,
+ Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse
+ S'élancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins;
+
+ Celui dont les pensers, comme des alouettes,
+ Vers les cieux le matin prennent un libre essor,
+ \textemdash Qui plane sur la vie, et comprend sans effort
+ Le langage des fleurs et des choses muettes!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Correspondances}
+
+ La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers
+ Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles;
+ L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
+ Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.
+
+ Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent
+ Dans une ténébreuse et profonde unité,
+ Vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarté,
+ Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se répondent.
+
+ Il est des parfums frais comme des chairs d'enfants,
+ Doux comme les hautbois, verts comme les prairies,
+ \textemdash Et d'autres, corrompus, riches et triomphants,
+
+ Ayant l'expansion des choses infinies,
+ Comme l'ambre, le musc, le benjoin et l'encens,
+ Qui chantent les transports de l'esprit et des sens.
+
+
+\end{poeme}{}
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{}
+
+ J'aime le souvenir de ces époques nues,
+ Dont Phoebus se plaisait à dorer les statues.
+ Alors l'homme et la femme en leur agilité
+ Jouissaient sans mensonge et sans anxiété,
+ Et, le ciel amoureux leur caressant l'échine,
+ Exerçaient la santé de leur noble machine.
+ Cybèle alors, fertile en produits généreux,
+ Ne trouvait point ses fils un poids trop onéreux,
+ Mais, louve au coeur gonflé de tendresses communes
+ Abreuvait l'univers à ses tétines brunes.
+ L'homme, élégant, robuste et fort, avait le droit
+ D'être fier des beautés qui le nommaient leur roi;
+ Fruits purs de tout outrage et vierges de gerçures,
+ Dont la chair lisse et ferme appelait les morsures!
+ Le Poète aujourd'hui, quand il veut concevoir
+ Ces natives grandeurs, aux lieux où se font voir
+ La nudité de l'homme et celle de la femme,
+ Sent un froid ténébreux envelopper son âme
+ Devant ce noir tableau plein d'épouvantement.
+ O monstruosités pleurant leur vêtement!
+ O ridicules troncs! torses dignes des masques!
+ O pauvres corps tordus, maigres, ventrus ou flasques,
+ Que le dieu de l'Utile, implacable et serein,
+ Enfants, emmaillota dans ses langes d'airain!
+ Et vous, femmes, hélas! pâles comme des cierges,
+ Que ronge et que nourrit la débauche, et vous, vierges,
+ Du vice maternel traînant l'hérédité
+ Et toutes les hideurs de la fécondité!
+
+ Nous avons, il est vrai, nations corrompues,
+ Aux peuples anciens des beautés inconnues:
+ Des visages rongés par les chancres du coeur,
+ Et comme qui dirait des beautés de langueur;
+ Mais ces inventions de nos muses tardives
+ N'empêcheront jamais les races maladives
+ De rendre à la jeunesse un hommage profond,
+ \textemdash A la sainte jeunesse, à l'air simple, au doux front,
+ A l'oeil limpide et clair ainsi qu'une eau courante,
+ Et qui va répandant sur tout, insouciante
+ Comme l'azur du ciel, les oiseaux et les fleurs,
+ Ses parfums, ses chansons et ses douces chaleurs!
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Les Phares}
+
+ Rubens, fleuve d'oubli, jardin de la paresse,
+ Oreiller de chair fraîche où l'on ne peut aimer,
+ Mais où la vie afflue et s'agite sans cesse,
+ Comme l'air dans le ciel et la mer dans la mer;
+
+ Léonard de Vinci, miroir profond et sombre,
+ Où des anges charmants, avec un doux souris
+ Tout chargé de mystère, apparaissent à l'ombre
+ Des glaciers et des pins qui ferment leur pays;
+
+ Rembrandt, triste hôpital tout rempli de murmures,
+ Et d'un grand crucifix décoré seulement,
+ Où la prière en pleurs s'exhale des ordures,
+ Et d'un rayon d'hiver traversé brusquement;
+
+ Michel-Ange, lieu vague où l'on voit des Hercules
+ Se mêler à des Christs, et se lever tout droits
+ Des fantômes puissants qui dans les crépuscules
+ Déchirent leur suaire en étirant leurs doigts;
+
+ Colères de boxeur, impudences de faune,
+ Toi qui sus ramasser la beauté des goujats,
+ Grand coeur gonflé d'orgueil, homme débile et jaune,
+ Puget, mélancolique empereur des forçats;
+
+ Watteau, ce carnaval où bien des coeurs illustres,
+ Comme des papillons, errent en flamboyant,
+ Décors frais et légers éclairés par des lustres
+ Qui versent la folie à ce bal tournoyant;
+
+ Goya, cauchemar plein de choses inconnues,
+ De foetus qu'on fait cuire au milieu des sabbats,
+ De vieilles au miroir et d'enfants toutes nues,
+ Pour tenter les démons ajustant bien leurs bas;
+
+ Delacroix, lac de sang hanté des mauvais anges,
+ Ombragé par un bois de sapins toujours vert,
+ Où, sous un ciel chagrin, des fanfares étranges
+ Passent, comme un soupir étouffé de Weber;
+
+ Ces malédictions, ces blasphèmes, ces plaintes,
+ Ces extases, ces cris, ces pleurs, ces Te Deum,
+ Sont un écho redit par mille labyrinthes;
+ C'est pour les coeurs mortels un divin opium!
+
+ C'est un cri répété par mille sentinelles,
+ Un ordre renvoyé par mille porte-voix;
+ C'est un phare allumé sur mille citadelles,
+ Un appel de chasseurs perdus dans les grands bois!
+
+ Car c'est vraiment, Seigneur, le meilleur témoignage
+ Que nous puissions donner de notre dignité
+ Que cet ardent sanglot qui roule d'âge en âge
+ Et vient mourir au bord de votre éternité!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Muse malade}
+ Ma pauvre muse, hélas! qu'as-tu donc ce matin?
+ Tes yeux creux sont peuplés de visions nocturnes,
+ Et je vois tour à tour réfléchis sur ton teint
+ La folie et l'horreur, froides et taciturnes.
+
+ Le succube verdâtre et le rose lutin
+ T'ont-ils versé la peur et l'amour de leurs urnes?
+ Le cauchemar, d'un poing despotique et mutin
+ T'a-t-il noyée au fond d'un fabuleux Minturnes?
+
+ Je voudrais qu'exhalant l'odeur de la santé
+ Ton sein de pensers forts fût toujours fréquenté,
+ Et que ton sang chrétien coulât à flots rythmiques,
+
+ Comme les sons nombreux des syllabes antiques,
+ Où règnent tour à tour le père des chansons,
+ Phoebus, et le grand Pan, le seigneur des moissons.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Muse vénale}
+ O muse de mon coeur, amante des palais,
+ Auras-tu, quand Janvier lâchera ses Borées,
+ Durant les noirs ennuis des neigeuses soirées,
+ Un tison pour chauffer tes deux pieds violets?
+
+ Ranimeras-tu donc tes épaules marbrées
+ Aux nocturnes rayons qui percent les volets?
+ Sentant ta bourse à sec autant que ton palais
+ Récolteras-tu l'or des voûtes azurées?
+
+ Il te faut, pour gagner ton pain de chaque soir,
+ Comme un enfant de choeur, jouer de l'encensoir,
+ Chanter des Te Deum auxquels tu ne crois guère,
+
+ Ou, saltimbanque à jeun, étaler tes appas
+ Et ton rire trempé de pleurs qu'on ne voit pas,
+ Pour faire épanouir la rate du vulgaire.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Mauvais Moine}
+
+ Les cloîtres anciens sur leurs grandes murailles
+ Etalaient en tableaux la sainte Vérité,
+ Dont l'effet réchauffant les pieuses entrailles,
+ Tempérait la froideur de leur austérité.
+
+ En ces temps où du Christ florissaient les semailles,
+ Plus d'un illustre moine, aujourd'hui peu cité,
+ Prenant pour atelier le champ des funérailles,
+ Glorifiait la Mort avec simplicité.
+
+ \textemdash Mon âme est un tombeau que, mauvais cénobite,
+ Depuis l'éternité je parcours et j'habite;
+ Rien n'embellit les murs de ce cloître odieux.
+
+ O moine fainéant! quand saurai-je donc faire
+ Du spectacle vivant de ma triste misère
+ Le travail de mes mains et l'amour de mes yeux?
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{L'Ennemi}
+
+ Ma jeunesse ne fut qu'un ténébreux orage,
+ Traversé çà et là par de brillants soleils;
+ Le tonnerre et la pluie ont fait un tel ravage,
+ Qu'il reste en mon jardin bien peu de fruits vermeils.
+
+ Voilà que j'ai touché l'automne des idées,
+ Et qu'il faut employer la pelle et les râteaux
+ Pour rassembler à neuf les terres inondées,
+ Où l'eau creuse des trous grands comme des tombeaux.
+
+ Et qui sait si les fleurs nouvelles que je rêve
+ Trouveront dans ce sol lavé comme une grève
+ Le mystique aliment qui ferait leur vigueur?
+
+ \textemdash O douleur! ô douleur! Le Temps mange la vie,
+ Et l'obscur Ennemi qui nous ronge le coeur
+ Du sang que nous perdons croît et se fortifie!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Guignon}
+ Pour soulever un poids si lourd,
+ Sisyphe, il faudrait ton courage!
+ Bien qu'on ait du coeur à l'ouvrage,
+ L'Art est long et le Temps est court.
+
+ Loin des sépultures célèbres,
+ Vers un cimetière isolé,
+ Mon coeur, comme un tambour voilé,
+ Va battant des marches funèbres.
+
+ \textemdash Maint joyau dort enseveli
+ Dans les ténèbres et l'oubli,
+ Bien loin des pioches et des sondes;
+
+ Mainte fleur épanche à regret
+ Son parfum doux comme un secret
+ Dans les solitudes profondes.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Vie antérieure}
+
+ J'ai longtemps habité sous de vastes portiques
+ Que les soleils marins teignaient de mille feux,
+ Et que leurs grands piliers, droits et majestueux,
+ Rendaient pareils, le soir, aux grottes basaltiques.
+
+ Les houles, en roulant les images des cieux,
+ Mêlaient d'une façon solennelle et mystique
+ Les tout-puissants accords de leur riche musique
+ Aux couleurs du couchant reflété par mes yeux.
+
+ C'est là que j'ai vécu dans les voluptés calmes,
+ Au milieu de l'azur, des vagues, des splendeurs
+ Et des esclaves nus, tout imprégnés d'odeurs,
+
+ Qui me rafraîchissaient le front avec des palmes,
+ Et dont l'unique soin était d'approfondir
+ Le secret douloureux qui me faisait languir.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Bohémiens en Voyage}
+ La tribu prophétique aux prunelles ardentes
+ Hier s'est mise en route, emportant ses petits
+ Sur son dos, ou livrant à leurs fiers appétits
+ Le trésor toujours prêt des mamelles pendantes.
+
+ Les hommes vont à pied sous leurs armes luisantes
+ Le long des chariots où les leurs sont blottis,
+ Promenant sur le ciel des yeux appesantis
+ Par le morne regret des chimères absentes.
+
+ Du fond de son réduit sablonneux, le grillon,
+ Les regardant passer, redouble sa chanson;
+ Cybèle, qui les aime, augmente ses verdures,
+
+ Fait couler le rocher et fleurir le désert
+ Devant ces voyageurs, pour lesquels est ouvert
+ L'empire familier des ténèbres futures.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{L'Homme et la Mer}
+
+ Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer!
+ La mer est ton miroir; tu contemples ton âme
+ Dans le déroulement infini de sa lame,
+ Et ton esprit n'est pas un gouffre moins amer.
+
+ Tu te plais à plonger au sein de ton image;
+ Tu l'embrasses des yeux et des bras, et ton coeur
+ Se distrait quelquefois de sa propre rumeur
+ Au bruit de cette plainte indomptable et sauvage.
+
+ Vous êtes tous les deux ténébreux et discrets:
+ Homme, nul n'a sondé le fond de tes abîmes;
+ O mer, nul ne connaît tes richesses intimes,
+ Tant vous êtes jaloux de garder vos secrets!
+
+ Et cependant voilà des siècles innombrables
+ Que vous vous combattez sans pitié ni remords,
+ Tellement vous aimez le carnage et la mort,
+ O lutteurs éternels, ô frères implacables!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Don Juan aux Enfers}
+
+ Quand Don Juan descendit vers l'onde souterraine
+ Et lorsqu'il eut donné son obole à Charon,
+ Un sombre mendiant, l'oeil fier comme Antisthène,
+ D'un bras vengeur et fort saisit chaque aviron.
+
+ Montrant leurs seins pendants et leurs robes ouvertes,
+ Des femmes se tordaient sous le noir firmament,
+ Et, comme un grand troupeau de victimes offertes,
+ Derrière lui traînaient un long mugissement.
+
+ Sganarelle en riant lui réclamait ses gages,
+ Tandis que Don Luis avec un doigt tremblant
+ Montrait à tous les morts errant sur les rivages
+ Le fils audacieux qui railla son front blanc.
+
+ Frissonnant sous son deuil, la chaste et maigre Elvire,
+ Près de l'époux perfide et qui fut son amant,
+ Semblait lui réclamer un suprême sourire
+ Où brillât la douceur de son premier serment.
+
+ Tout droit dans son armure, un grand homme de pierre
+ Se tenait à la barre et coupait le flot noir;
+ Mais le calme héros, courbé sur sa rapière,
+ Regardait le sillage et ne daignait rien voir.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{Châtiment de l'Orgueil}
+
+ En ces temps merveilleux où la Théologie
+ Fleurit avec le plus de sève et d'énergie,
+ On raconte qu'un jour un docteur des plus grands,
+ \textemdash Après avoir forcé les coeurs indifférents;
+ Les avoir remués dans leurs profondeurs noires;
+ Après avoir franchi vers les célestes gloires
+ Des chemins singuliers à lui-même inconnus,
+ Où les purs Esprits seuls peut-être étaient venus,
+ \textemdash Comme un homme monté trop haut, pris de panique,
+ S'écria, transporté d'un orgueil satanique:
+ \guillemetleft Jésus, petit Jésus! je t'ai poussé bien haut!
+ Mais, si j'avais voulu t'attaquer au défaut
+ De l'armure, ta honte égalerait ta gloire,
+ Et tu ne serais plus qu'un foetus dérisoire!\guillemetright
+
+ Immédiatement sa raison s'en alla.
+ L'éclat de ce soleil d'un crêpe se voila
+ Tout le chaos roula dans cette intelligence,
+ Temple autrefois vivant, plein d'ordre et d'opulence,
+ Sous les plafonds duquel tant de pompe avait lui.
+ Le silence et la nuit s'installèrent en lui,
+ Comme dans un caveau dont la clef est perdue.
+ Dès lors il fut semblable aux bêtes de la rue,
+ Et, quand il s'en allait sans rien voir, à travers
+ Les champs, sans distinguer les étés des hivers,
+ Sale, inutile et laid comme une chose usée,
+ Il faisait des enfants la joie et la risée.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Beauté}
+
+ Je suis belle, ô mortels! comme un rêve de pierre,
+ Et mon sein, où chacun s'est meurtri tour à tour,
+ Est fait pour inspirer au poète un amour
+ Eternel et muet ainsi que la matière.
+
+ Je trône dans l'azur comme un sphinx incompris;
+ J'unis un coeur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes;
+ Je hais le mouvement qui déplace les lignes,
+ Et jamais je ne pleure et jamais je ne ris.
+
+ Les poètes, devant mes grandes attitudes,
+ Que j'ai l'air d'emprunter aux plus fiers monuments,
+ Consumeront leurs jours en d'austères études;
+
+ Car j'ai, pour fasciner ces dociles amants,
+ De purs miroirs qui font toutes choses plus belles:
+ Mes yeux, mes larges yeux aux clartés éternelles!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{L'Idéal}
+
+ Ce ne seront jamais ces beautés de vignettes,
+ Produits avariés, nés d'un siècle vaurien,
+ Ces pieds à brodequins, ces doigts à castagnettes,
+ Qui sauront satisfaire un coeur comme le mien.
+
+ Je laisse à Gavarni, poète des chloroses,
+ Son troupeau gazouillant de beautés d'hôpital,
+ Car je ne puis trouver parmi ces pâles roses
+ Une fleur qui ressemble à mon rouge idéal.
+
+ Ce qu'il faut à ce coeur profond comme un abîme,
+ C'est vous, Lady Macbeth, âme puissante au crime,
+ Rêve d'Eschyle éclos au climat des autans;
+
+ Ou bien toi, grande Nuit, fille de Michel-Ange,
+ Qui tors paisiblement dans une pose étrange
+ Tes appas façonnés aux bouches des Titans!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Géante}
+
+ Du temps que la Nature en sa verve puissante
+ Concevait chaque jour des enfants monstrueux,
+ J'eusse aimé vivre auprès d'une jeune géante,
+ Comme aux pieds d'une reine un chat voluptueux.
+
+ J'eusse aimé voir son corps fleurir avec son âme
+ Et grandir librement dans ses terribles jeux;
+ Deviner si son coeur couve une sombre flamme
+ Aux humides brouillards qui nagent dans ses yeux;
+
+ Parcourir à loisir ses magnifiques formes;
+ Ramper sur le versant de ses genoux énormes,
+ Et parfois en été, quand les soleils malsains,
+
+ Lasse, la font s'étendre à travers la campagne,
+ Dormir nonchalamment à l'ombre de ses seins,
+ Comme un hameau paisible au pied d'une montagne.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{Le Masque}
+
+\SousTitre{Statue allégorique dans le goût de la Renaissance\\
+ A Ernest Christophe, statuaire.}
+
+ Contemplons ce trésor de grâces florentines;
+ Dans l'ondulation de ce corps musculeux
+ L'Elégance et la Force abondent, soeurs divines.
+ Cette femme, morceau vraiment miraculeux,
+ Divinement robuste, adorablement mince,
+ Est faite pour trôner sur des lits somptueux
+ Et charmer les loisirs d'un pontife ou d'un prince.
+\vacua
+ \textemdash Aussi, vois ce souris fin et voluptueux
+ Où la Fatuité promène son extase;
+ Ce long regard sournois, langoureux et moqueur;
+ Ce visage mignard, tout encadré de gaze,
+ Dont chaque trait nous dit avec un air vainqueur:
+ \guillemetleft La Volupté m'appelle et l'Amour me couronne!\guillemetright
+ A cet être doué de tant de majesté
+ Vois quel charme excitant la gentillesse donne!
+ Approchons, et tournons autour de sa beauté.
+\vacua
+ O blasphème de l'art! ô surprise fatale!
+ La femme au corps divin, promettant le bonheur,
+ Par le haut se termine en monstre bicéphale!
+\vacua
+ \textemdash Mais non! ce n'est qu'un masque, un décor suborneur,
+ Ce visage éclairé d'une exquise grimace,
+ Et, regarde, voici, crispée atrocement,
+ La véritable tête, et la sincère face
+ Renversée à l'abri de la face qui ment
+ Pauvre grande beauté! le magnifique fleuve
+ De tes pleurs aboutit dans mon coeur soucieux
+ Ton mensonge m'enivre, et mon âme s'abreuve
+ Aux flots que la Douleur fait jaillir de tes yeux!
+\vacua
+ \textemdash Mais pourquoi pleure-t-elle? Elle, beauté parfaite,
+ Qui mettrait à ses pieds le genre humain vaincu,
+ Quel mal mystérieux ronge son flanc d'athlète?
+\vacua
+ \textemdash Elle pleure insensé, parce qu'elle a vécu!
+ Et parce qu'elle vit! Mais ce qu'elle déplore
+ Surtout, ce qui la fait frémir jusqu'aux genoux,
+ C'est que demain, hélas! il faudra vivre encore!
+ Demain. après-demain et toujours! \textemdash comme nous!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}{Hymne à la Beauté}
+
+ Viens-tu du ciel profond ou sors-tu de l'abîme,
+ O Beauté? ton regard, infernal et divin,
+ Verse confusément le bienfait et le crime,
+ Et l'on peut pour cela te comparer au vin.
+
+ Tu contiens dans ton oeil le couchant et l'aurore;
+ Tu répands des parfums comme un soir orageux;
+ Tes baisers sont un philtre et ta bouche une amphore
+ Qui font le héros lâche et l'enfant courageux.
+
+ Sors-tu du gouffre noir ou descends-tu des astres?
+ Le Destin charmé suit tes jupons comme un chien;
+ Tu sèmes au hasard la joie et les désastres,
+ Et tu gouvernes tout et ne réponds de rien.
+
+ Tu marches sur des morts, Beauté, dont tu te moques;
+ De tes bijoux l'Horreur n'est pas le moins charmant,
+ Et le Meurtre, parmi tes plus chères breloques,
+ Sur ton ventre orgueilleux danse amoureusement.
+
+ L'éphémère ébloui vole vers toi, chandelle,
+ Crépite, flambe et dit: Bénissons ce flambeau!
+ L'amoureux pantelant incliné sur sa belle
+ A l'air d'un moribond caressant son tombeau.
+
+ Que tu viennes du ciel ou de l'enfer, qu'importe,
+ O Beauté! monstre énorme, effrayant, ingénu!
+ Si ton oeil, ton souris, ton pied, m'ouvrent la porte
+ D'un Infini que j'aime et n'ai jamais connu?
+
+ De Satan ou de Dieu, qu'importe? Ange ou Sirène,
+ Qu'importe, si tu rends, \textemdash fée aux yeux de velours,
+ Rythme, parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine! -
+ L'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds?
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Parfum exotique}
+
+ Quand, les deux yeux fermés, en un soir chaud d'automne,
+ Je respire l'odeur de ton sein chaleureux,
+ Je vois se dérouler des rivages heureux
+ Qu'éblouissent les feux d'un soleil monotone;
+
+ Une île paresseuse où la nature donne
+ Des arbres singuliers et des fruits savoureux;
+ Des hommes dont le corps est mince et vigoureux,
+ Et des femmes dont l'oeil par sa franchise étonne.
+
+ Guidé par ton odeur vers de charmants climats,
+ Je vois un port rempli de voiles et de mâts
+ Encor tout fatigués par la vague marine,
+
+ Pendant que le parfum des verts tamariniers,
+ Qui circule dans l'air et m'enfle la narine,
+ Se mêle dans mon âme au chant des mariniers.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+
+\begin{poeme}[\quintils]{La Chevelure}
+
+ O toison, moutonnant jusque sur l'encolure!
+ O boucles! O parfum chargé de nonchaloir!
+ Extase! Pour peupler ce soir l'alcôve obscure
+ Des souvenirs dormant dans cette chevelure,
+ Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir!
+
+ La langoureuse Asie et la brûlante Afrique,
+ Tout un monde lointain, absent, presque défunt,
+ Vit dans tes profondeurs, forêt aromatique!
+ Comme d'autres esprits voguent sur la musique,
+ Le mien, ô mon amour! nage sur ton parfum.
+
+ J'irai là-bas où l'arbre et l'homme, pleins de sève,
+ Se pâment longuement sous l'ardeur des climats;
+ Fortes tresses, soyez la houle qui m'enlève!
+ Tu contiens, mer d'ébène, un éblouissant rêve
+ De voiles, de rameurs, de flammes et de mâts:
+
+ Un port retentissant où mon âme peut boire
+ A grands flots le parfum, le son et la couleur
+ Où les vaisseaux, glissant dans l'or et dans la moire
+ Ouvrent leurs vastes bras pour embrasser la gloire
+ D'un ciel pur où frémit l'éternelle chaleur.
+
+ Je plongerai ma tête amoureuse d'ivresse
+ Dans ce noir océan où l'autre est enfermé;
+ Et mon esprit subtil que le roulis caresse
+ Saura vous retrouver, ô féconde paresse,
+ Infinis bercements du loisir embaumé!
+
+ Cheveux bleus, pavillon de ténèbres tendues
+ Vous me rendez l'azur du ciel immense et rond;
+ Sur les bords duvetés de vos mèches tordues
+ Je m'enivre ardemment des senteurs confondues
+ De l'huile de coco, du musc et du goudron.
+
+ Longtemps! toujours! ma main dans ta crinière lourde
+ Sèmera le rubis, la perle et le saphir,
+ Afin qu'à mon désir tu ne sois jamais sourde!
+ N'es-tu pas l'oasis où je rêve, et la gourde
+ Où je hume à longs traits le vin du souvenir?
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{}
+
+ Je t'adore à l'égal de la voûte nocturne,
+ O vase de tristesse, ô grande taciturne,
+ Et t'aime d'autant plus, belle, que tu me fuis,
+ Et que tu me parais, ornement de mes nuits,
+ Plus ironiquement accumuler les lieues
+ Qui séparent mes bras des immensités bleues.
+\vacua
+ Je m'avance à l'attaque, et je grimpe aux assauts,
+ Comme après un cadavre un choeur de vermisseaux,
+ Et je chéris, ô bête implacable et cruelle!
+ Jusqu'à cette froideur par où tu m'es plus belle!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{}
+
+ Tu mettrais l'univers entier dans ta ruelle,
+ Femme impure! L'ennui rend ton âme cruelle.
+ Pour exercer tes dents à ce jeu singulier,
+ Il te faut chaque jour un coeur au râtelier.
+ Tes yeux, illuminés ainsi que des boutiques
+ Et des ifs flamboyants dans les fêtes publiques,
+ Usent insolemment d'un pouvoir emprunté,
+ Sans connaître jamais la loi de leur beauté.
+\vacua
+ Machine aveugle et sourde, en cruautés féconde!
+ Salutaire instrument, buveur du sang du monde,
+ Comment n'as-tu pas honte et comment n'as-tu pas
+ Devant tous les miroirs vu pâlir tes appas?
+ La grandeur de ce mal où tu te crois savante
+ Ne t'a donc jamais fait reculer d'épouvante,
+ Quand la nature, grande en ses desseins cachés
+ De toi se sert, ô femme, ô reine des péchés,
+ \textemdash De toi, vil animal, \textemdash pour pétrir un génie?
+\vacua
+ O fangeuse grandeur! sublime ignominie!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Sed non satiata}
+
+ Bizarre déité, brune comme les nuits,
+ Au parfum mélangé de musc et de havane,
+ oeuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,
+ Sorcière au flanc d'ébène, enfant des noirs minuits,
+
+ Je préfère au constance, à l'opium, au nuits,
+ L'élixir de ta bouche où l'amour se pavane;
+ Quand vers toi mes désirs partent en caravane,
+ Tes yeux sont la citerne où boivent mes ennuis.
+
+ Par ces deux grands yeux noirs, soupiraux de ton âme,
+ O démon sans pitié! verse-moi moins de flamme;
+ Je ne suis pas le Styx pour t'embrasser neuf fois,
+
+ Hélas! et je ne puis, Mégère libertine,
+ Pour briser ton courage et te mettre aux abois,
+ Dans l'enfer de ton lit devenir Proserpine!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{}
+
+
+ Avec ses vêtements ondoyants et nacrés,
+ Même quand elle marche on croirait qu'elle danse,
+ Comme ces longs serpents que les jongleurs sacrés
+ Au bout de leurs bâtons agitent en cadence.
+
+ Comme le sable morne et l'azur des déserts,
+ Insensibles tous deux à l'humaine souffrance
+ Comme les longs réseaux de la houle des mers
+ Elle se développe avec indifférence.
+
+ Ses yeux polis sont faits de minéraux charmants,
+ Et dans cette nature étrange et symbolique
+ Où l'ange inviolé se mêle au sphinx antique,
+
+ Où tout n'est qu'or, acier, lumière et diamants,
+ Resplendit à jamais, comme un astre inutile,
+ La froide majesté de la femme stérile.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Le Serpent qui danse}
+
+ Que j'aime voir, chère indolente,
+ De ton corps si beau,
+ Comme une étoffe vacillante,
+ Miroiter la peau!
+
+ Sur ta chevelure profonde
+ Aux âcres parfums,
+ Mer odorante et vagabonde
+ Aux flots bleus et bruns,
+
+ Comme un navire qui s'éveille
+ Au vent du matin,
+ Mon âme rêveuse appareille
+ Pour un ciel lointain.
+
+ Tes yeux, où rien ne se révèle
+ De doux ni d'amer,
+ Sont deux bijoux froids où se mêle
+ L'or avec le fer.
+
+ A te voir marcher en cadence,
+ Belle d'abandon,
+ On dirait un serpent qui danse
+ Au bout d'un bâton.
+
+ Sous le fardeau de ta paresse
+ Ta tête d'enfant
+ Se balance avec la mollesse
+ D'un jeune éléphant,
+
+ Et ton corps se penche et s'allonge
+ Comme un fin vaisseau
+ Qui roule bord sur bord et plonge
+ Ses vergues dans l'eau.
+
+ Comme un flot grossi par la fonte
+ Des glaciers grondants,
+ Quand l'eau de ta bouche remonte
+ Au bord de tes dents,
+
+ Je crois boire un vin de Bohême,
+ Amer et vainqueur,
+ Un ciel liquide qui parsème
+ D'étoiles mon coeur!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}{Une Charogne}
+
+ Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme,
+ Ce beau matin d'été si doux:
+ Au détour d'un sentier une charogne infâme
+ Sur un lit semé de cailloux,
+
+ Le ventre en l'air, comme une femme lubrique,
+ Brûlante et suant les poisons,
+ Ouvrait d'une façon nonchalante et cynique
+ Son ventre plein d'exhalaisons.
+
+ Le soleil rayonnait sur cette pourriture,
+ Comme afin de la cuire à point,
+ Et de rendre au centuple à la grande Nature
+ Tout ce qu'ensemble elle avait joint;
+
+ Et le ciel regardait la carcasse superbe
+ Comme une fleur s'épanouir.
+ La puanteur était si forte, que sur l'herbe
+ Vous crûtes vous évanouir.
+
+ Les mouches bourdonnaient sur ce ventre putride,
+ D'où sortaient de noirs bataillons
+ De larves, qui coulaient comme un épais liquide
+ Le long de ces vivants haillons.
+
+ Tout cela descendait, montait comme une vague
+ Ou s'élançait en pétillant
+ On eût dit que le corps, enflé d'un souffle vague,
+ Vivait en se multipliant.
+
+ Et ce monde rendait une étrange musique,
+ Comme l'eau courante et le vent,
+ Ou le grain qu'un vanneur d'un mouvement rythmique
+ Agite et tourne dans son van.
+
+ Les formes s'effaçaient et n'étaient plus qu'un rêve,
+ Une ébauche lente à venir
+ Sur la toile oubliée, et que l'artiste achève
+ Seulement par le souvenir.
+
+ Derrière les rochers une chienne inquiète
+ Nous regardait d'un oeil fâché,
+ Epiant le moment de reprendre au squelette
+ Le morceau qu'elle avait lâché.
+
+ \textemdash Et pourtant vous serez semblable à cette ordure,
+ A cette horrible infection,
+ Etoile de mes yeux, soleil de ma nature,
+ Vous, mon ange et ma passion!
+
+ Oui! telle vous serez, ô la reine des grâces,
+ Apres les derniers sacrements,
+ Quand vous irez, sous l'herbe et les floraisons grasses,
+ Moisir parmi les ossements.
+
+ Alors, ô ma beauté! dites à la vermine
+ Qui vous mangera de baisers,
+ Que j'ai gardé la forme et l'essence divine
+ De mes amours décomposés!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{De profundis clamavi}
+
+ J'implore ta pitié, Toi, l'unique que j'aime,
+ Du fond du gouffre obscur où mon coeur est tombé.
+ C'est un univers morne à l'horizon plombé,
+ Où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphème;
+
+ Un soleil sans chaleur plane au-dessus six mois,
+ Et les six autres mois la nuit couvre la terre;
+ C'est un pays plus nu que la terre polaire
+ \textemdash Ni bêtes, ni ruisseaux, ni verdure, ni bois!
+
+ Or il n'est pas d'horreur au monde qui surpasse
+ La froide cruauté de ce soleil de glace
+ Et cette immense nuit semblable au vieux Chaos;
+
+ Je jalouse le sort des plus vils animaux
+ Qui peuvent se plonger dans un sommeil stupide,
+ Tant l'écheveau du temps lentement se dévide!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Le Vampire}
+
+ Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau,
+ Dans mon coeur plaintif es entrée;
+ Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau
+ De démons, vins, folle et parée,
+
+ De mon esprit humilié
+ Faire ton lit et ton domaine;
+ \textemdash Infâme à qui je suis lié
+ Comme le forçat à la chaîne,
+
+ Comme au jeu le joueur têtu,
+ Comme à la bouteille l'ivrogne,
+ Comme aux vermines la charogne
+ \textemdash Maudite, maudite sois-tu!
+
+ J'ai prié le glaive rapide
+ De conquérir ma liberté,
+ Et j'ai dit au poison perfide
+ De secourir ma lâcheté.
+
+ Hélas! le poison et le glaive
+ M'ont pris en dédain et m'ont dit:
+ \guillemetleft Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enlève
+ A ton esclavage maudit,
+
+ Imbécile! \textemdash de son empire
+ Si nos efforts te délivraient,
+ Tes baisers ressusciteraient
+ Le cadavre de ton vampire!\guillemetright
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{}
+
+
+ Une nuit que j'étais près d'une affreuse Juive,
+ Comme au long d'un cadavre un cadavre étendu,
+ Je me pris à songer près de ce corps vendu
+ A la triste beauté dont mon désir se prive.
+
+ Je me représentai sa majesté native,
+ Son regard de vigueur et de grâces armé,
+ Ses cheveux qui lui font un casque parfumé,
+ Et dont le souvenir pour l'amour me ravive.
+
+ Car j'eusse avec ferveur baisé ton noble corps,
+ Et depuis tes pieds frais jusqu'à tes noires tresses
+ Déroulé le trésor des profondes caresses,
+
+ Si, quelque soir, d'un pleur obtenu sans effort
+ Tu pouvais seulement, ô reine des cruelles!
+ Obscurcir la splendeur de tes froides prunelles.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Remords posthume}
+
+ Lorsque tu dormiras, ma belle ténébreuse,
+ Au fond d'un monument construit en marbre noir,
+ Et lorsque tu n'auras pour alcôve et manoir
+ Qu'un caveau pluvieux et qu'une fosse creuse;
+
+ Quand la pierre, opprimant ta poitrine peureuse
+ Et tes flancs qu'assouplit un charmant nonchaloir,
+ Empêchera ton coeur de battre et de vouloir,
+ Et tes pieds de courir leur course aventureuse,
+
+ Le tombeau, confident de mon rêve infini
+ (Car le tombeau toujours comprendra le poète),
+ Durant ces grandes nuits d'où le somme est banni,
+
+ Te dira: \guillemetleft Que vous sert, courtisane imparfaite,
+ De n'avoir pas connu ce que pleurent les morts?\guillemetright
+ \textemdash Et le vers rongera ta peau comme un remords.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Chat}
+
+ Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux;
+ Retiens les griffes de ta patte,
+ Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux,
+ Mêlés de métal et d'agate.
+
+ Lorsque mes doigts caressent à loisir
+ Ta tête et ton dos élastique,
+ Et que ma main s'enivre du plaisir
+ De palper ton corps électrique,
+
+ Je vois ma femme en esprit. Son regard,
+ Comme le tien, aimable bête
+ Profond et froid, coupe et fend comme un dard,
+
+ Et, des pieds jusques à la tête,
+ Un air subtil, un dangereux parfum
+ Nagent autour de son corps brun.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Duellum}
+
+ Deux guerriers ont couru l'un sur l'autre, leurs armes
+ Ont éclaboussé l'air de lueurs et de sang.
+ Ces jeux, ces cliquetis du fer sont les vacarmes
+ D'une jeunesse en proie à l'amour vagissant.
+
+ Les glaives sont brisés! comme notre jeunesse,
+ Ma chère! Mais les dents, les ongles acérés,
+ Vengent bientôt l'épée et la dague traîtresse.
+ \textemdash O fureur des coeurs mûrs par l'amour ulcérés!
+
+ Dans le ravin hanté des chats-pards et des onces
+ Nos héros, s'étreignant méchamment, ont roulé,
+ Et leur peau fleurira l'aridité des ronces.
+
+ \textemdash Ce gouffre, c'est l'enfer, de nos amis peuplé!
+ Roulons-y sans remords, amazone inhumaine,
+ Afin d'éterniser l'ardeur de notre haine!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\quintils]{Le Balcon}
+
+ Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses,
+ O toi, tous mes plaisirs! ô toi, tous mes devoirs!
+ Tu te rappelleras la beauté des caresses,
+ La douceur du foyer et le charme des soirs,
+ Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses!
+
+ Les soirs illuminés par l'ardeur du charbon,
+ Et les soirs au balcon, voilés de vapeurs roses.
+ Que ton sein m'était doux! que ton coeur m'était bon!
+ Nous avons dit souvent d'impérissables choses
+ Les soirs illumines par l'ardeur du charbon.
+
+ Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes soirées!
+ Que l'espace est profond! que le coeur est puissant!
+ En me penchant vers toi, reine des adorées,
+ Je croyais respirer le parfum de ton sang.
+ Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes soirées!
+
+ La nuit s'épaississait ainsi qu'une cloison,
+ Et mes yeux dans le noir devinaient tes prunelles,
+ Et je buvais ton souffle, ô douceur! ô poison!
+ Et tes pieds s'endormaient dans mes mains fraternelles.
+ La nuit s'épaississait ainsi qu'une cloison.
+
+ Je sais l'art d'évoquer les minutes heureuses,
+ Et revis mon passé blotti dans tes genoux.
+ Car à quoi bon chercher tes beautés langoureuses
+ Ailleurs qu'en ton cher corps et qu'en ton coeur si doux?
+ Je sais l'art d'évoquer les minutes heureuses!
+
+ Ces serments, ces parfums, ces baisers infinis,
+ Renaîtront-ils d'un gouffre interdit à nos sondes,
+ Comme montent au ciel les soleils rajeunis
+ Après s'être lavés au fond des mers profondes?
+ \textemdash O serments! ô parfums! ô baisers infinis!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Possédé}
+
+ Le soleil s'est couvert d'un crêpe. Comme lui,
+ O Lune de ma vie! emmitoufle-toi d'ombre
+ Dors ou fume à ton gré; sois muette, sois sombre,
+ Et plonge tout entière au gouffre de l'Ennui;
+
+ Je t'aime ainsi! Pourtant, si tu veux aujourd'hui,
+ Comme un astre éclipsé qui sort de la pénombre,
+ Te pavaner aux lieux que la Folie encombre
+ C'est bien! Charmant poignard, jaillis de ton étui!
+
+ Allume ta prunelle à la flamme des lustres!
+ Allume le désir dans les regards des rustres!
+ Tout de toi m'est plaisir, morbide ou pétulant;
+
+ Sois ce que tu voudras, nuit noire, rouge aurore;
+ Il n'est pas une fibre en tout mon corps tremblant
+ Qui ne crie: O mon cher Belzébuth, je t'adore!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{sequence}{Un Fantôme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Les Ténèbres}
+
+ Dans les caveaux d'insondable tristesse
+ Où le Destin m'a déjà relégué;
+ Où jamais n'entre un rayon rose et gai;
+ Où, seul avec la Nuit, maussade hôtesse,
+
+ Je suis comme un peintre qu'un Dieu moqueur
+ Condamne à peindre, hélas! sur les ténèbres;
+ Où, cuisinier aux appétits funèbres,
+ Je fais bouillir et je mange mon coeur,
+
+ Par instants brille, et s'allonge, et s'étale
+ Un spectre fait de grâce et de splendeur.
+ A sa rêveuse allure orientale,
+ Quand il atteint sa totale grandeur,
+ Je reconnais ma belle visiteuse:
+
+ C'est Elle! noire et pourtant lumineuse.
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Parfum}
+
+ Lecteur, as-tu quelquefois respiré
+ Avec ivresse et lente gourmandise
+ Ce grain d'encens qui remplit une église,
+ Ou d'un sachet le musc invétéré?
+
+ Charme profond, magique, dont nous grise
+ Dans le présent le passé restauré!
+ Ainsi l'amant sur un corps adoré
+ Du souvenir cueille la fleur exquise.
+
+ De ses cheveux élastiques et lourds,
+ Vivant sachet, encensoir de l'alcôve,
+ Une senteur montait, sauvage et fauve,
+
+ Et des habits, mousseline ou velours,
+ Tout imprégnés de sa jeunesse pure,
+ Se dégageait un parfum de fourrure.
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Cadre}
+
+ Comme un beau cadre ajoute à la peinture,
+ Bien qu'elle soit d'un pinceau très-vanté,
+ Je ne sais quoi d'étrange et d'enchanté
+ En l'isolant de l'immense nature,
+
+ Ainsi bijoux, meubles, métaux, dorure,
+ S'adaptaient juste à sa rare beauté;
+ Rien n'offusquait sa parfaite clarté,
+ Et tout semblait lui servir de bordure.
+
+ Même on eût dit parfois qu'elle croyait
+ Que tout voulait l'aimer; elle noyait
+ Sa nudité voluptueusement
+
+ Dans les baisers du satin et du linge,
+ Et, lente ou brusque, à chaque mouvement
+ Montrait la grâce enfantine du singe.
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Portrait}
+
+ La Maladie et la Mort font des cendres
+ De tout le feu qui pour nous flamboya.
+ De ces grands yeux si fervents et si tendres,
+ De cette bouche où mon coeur se noya,
+
+ De ces baisers puissants comme un dictame,
+ De ces transports plus vifs que des rayons,
+ Que reste-t-il? C'est affreux, ô mon âme!
+ Rien qu'un dessin fort pâle, aux trois crayons,
+
+ Qui, comme moi, meurt dans la solitude
+ Et que le Temps, injurieux vieillard,
+ Chaque jour frotte avec son aile rude...
+
+ Noir assassin de la Vie et de l'Art,
+ Tu ne tueras jamais dans ma mémoire
+ Celle qui fut mon plaisir et ma gloire!
+
+\end{poeme}
+\end{sequence}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{}
+
+ Je te donne ces vers afin que si mon nom
+ Aborde heureusement aux époques lointaines,
+ Et fait rêver un soir les cervelles humaines,
+ Vaisseau favorisé par un grand aquilon,
+
+ Ta mémoire, pareille aux fables incertaines,
+ Fatigue le lecteur ainsi qu'un tympanon,
+ Et par un fraternel et mystique chaînon
+ Reste comme pendue à mes rimes hautaines;
+
+ Etre maudit à qui, de l'abîme profond
+ Jusqu'au plus haut du ciel, rien, hors moi, ne répond!
+ \textemdash O toi qui, comme une ombre à la trace éphémère,
+
+ Foules d'un pied léger et d'un regard serein
+ Les stupides mortels qui t'ont jugée amère,
+ Statue aux yeux de jais, grand ange au front d'airain!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Semper eadem}
+
+ \guillemetleft D'où vous vient, disiez-vous, cette tristesse étrange,
+ Montant comme la mer sur le roc noir et nu?\guillemetright
+ \textemdash Quand notre coeur a fait une fois sa vendange
+ Vivre est un mal. C'est un secret de tous connu,
+
+ Une douleur très simple et non mystérieuse
+ Et, comme votre joie, éclatante pour tous.
+ Cessez donc de chercher, ô belle curieuse!
+ Et, bien que votre voix soit douce, taisez-vous!
+
+ Taisez-vous, ignorante! âme toujours ravie!
+ Bouche au rire enfantin! Plus encor que la Vie,
+ La Mort nous tient souvent par des liens subtils.
+
+ Laissez, laissez mon coeur s'enivrer d'un mensonge,
+ Plonger dans vos beaux yeux comme dans un beau songe
+ Et sommeiller longtemps à l'ombre de vos cils!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}{Tout entière}
+
+ Le Démon, dans ma chambre haute
+ Ce matin est venu me voir,
+ Et, tâchant à me prendre en faute
+ Me dit: \guillemetleft Je voudrais bien savoir
+
+ Parmi toutes les belles choses
+ Dont est fait son enchantement,
+ Parmi les objets noirs ou roses
+ Qui composent son corps charmant,
+
+ Quel est le plus doux.\guillemetright \textemdash O mon âme!
+ Tu répondis à l'Abhorré:
+ \guillemetleft Puisqu'en Elle tout est dictame
+ Rien ne peut être préféré.
+
+ Lorsque tout me ravit, j'ignore
+ Si quelque chose me séduit.
+ Elle éblouit comme l'Aurore
+ Et console comme la Nuit;
+
+ Et l'harmonie est trop exquise,
+ Qui gouverne tout son beau corps,
+ Pour que l'impuissante analyse
+ En note les nombreux accords.
+
+ O métamorphose mystique
+ De tous mes sens fondus en un!
+ Son haleine fait la musique,
+ Comme sa voix fait le parfum!\guillemetright
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{}
+
+
+ Que diras-tu ce soir, pauvre âme solitaire,
+ Que diras-tu, mon coeur, coeur autrefois flétri,
+ A la très belle, à la très bonne, à la très chère,
+ Dont le regard divin t'a soudain refleuri?
+
+ \textemdash Nous mettrons notre orgueil à chanter ses louanges:
+ Rien ne vaut la douceur de son autorité
+ Sa chair spirituelle a le parfum des Anges
+ Et son oeil nous revêt d'un habit de clarté.
+
+ Que ce soit dans la nuit et dans la solitude
+ Que ce soit dans la rue et dans la multitude
+ Son fantôme dans l'air danse comme un flambeau.
+
+ Parfois il parle et dit: \guillemetleft Je suis belle, et j'ordonne
+ Que pour l'amour de moi vous n'aimiez que le Beau;
+ Je suis l'Ange gardien, la Muse et la Madone.\guillemetright
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Flambeau vivant}
+
+ Ils marchent devant moi, ces Yeux pleins de lumières,
+ Qu'un Ange très savant a sans doute aimantés
+ Ils marchent, ces divins frères qui sont mes frères,
+ Secouant dans mes yeux leurs feux diamantés.
+
+ Me sauvant de tout piège et de tout péché grave,
+ Ils conduisent mes pas dans la route du Beau
+ Ils sont mes serviteurs et je suis leur esclave
+ Tout mon être obéit à ce vivant flambeau.
+
+ Charmants Yeux, vous brillez de la clarté mystique
+ Qu'ont les cierges brûlant en plein jour; le soleil
+ Rougit, mais n'éteint pas leur flamme fantastique;
+
+ Ils célèbrent la Mort, vous chantez le Réveil
+ Vous marchez en chantant le réveil de mon âme,
+ Astres dont nul soleil ne peut flétrir la flamme!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}[\quintils]{Réversibilité}
+
+ Ange plein de gaieté, connaissez-vous l'angoisse,
+ La honte, les remords, les sanglots, les ennuis,
+ Et les vagues terreurs de ces affreuses nuits
+ Qui compriment le coeur comme un papier qu'on froisse?
+ Ange plein de gaieté, connaissez-vous l'angoisse?
+
+ Ange plein de bonté, connaissez-vous la haine,
+ Les poings crispés dans l'ombre et les larmes de fiel,
+ Quand la Vengeance bat son infernal rappel,
+ Et de nos facultés se fait le capitaine?
+ Ange plein de bonté connaissez-vous la haine?
+
+ Ange plein de santé, connaissez-vous les Fièvres,
+ Qui, le long des grands murs de l'hospice blafard,
+ Comme des exilés, s'en vont d'un pied traînard,
+ Cherchant le soleil rare et remuant les lèvres?
+ Ange plein de santé, connaissez-vous les Fièvres?
+
+ Ange plein de beauté, connaissez-vous les rides,
+ Et la peur de vieillir, et ce hideux tourment
+ De lire la secrète horreur du dévouement
+ Dans des yeux où longtemps burent nos yeux avide!
+ Ange plein de beauté, connaissez-vous les rides?
+
+ Ange plein de bonheur, de joie et de lumières,
+ David mourant aurait demandé la santé
+ Aux émanations de ton corps enchanté;
+ Mais de toi je n'implore, ange, que tes prières,
+ Ange plein de bonheur, de joie et de lumières!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Confession}
+
+ Une fois, une seule, aimable et douce femme,
+ A mon bras votre bras poli
+ S'appuya (sur le fond ténébreux de mon âme
+ Ce souvenir n'est point pâli);
+
+ Il était tard; ainsi qu'une médaille neuve
+ La pleine lune s'étalait,
+ Et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuve,
+ Sur Paris dormant ruisselait.
+
+ Et le long des maisons, sous les portes cochères,
+ Des chats passaient furtivement
+ L'oreille au guet, ou bien, comme des ombres chères,
+ Nous accompagnaient lentement.
+
+ Tout à coup, au milieu de l'intimité libre
+ Eclose à la pâle clarté
+ De vous, riche et sonore instrument où ne vibre
+ Que la radieuse gaieté,
+
+ De vous, claire et joyeuse ainsi qu'une fanfare
+ Dans le matin étincelant
+ Une note plaintive, une note bizarre
+ S'échappa, tout en chancelant
+
+ Comme une enfant chétive, horrible, sombre, immonde,
+ Dont sa famille rougirait,
+ Et qu'elle aurait longtemps, pour la cacher au monde,
+ Dans un caveau mise au secret.
+
+ Pauvre ange, elle chantait, votre note criarde:
+ \guillemetleft Que rien ici-bas n'est certain,
+ Et que toujours, avec quelque soin qu'il se farde,
+ Se trahit l'égoïsme humain;
+
+ Que c'est un dur métier que d'être belle femme,
+ Et que c'est le travail banal
+ De la danseuse folle et froide qui se pâme
+ Dans son sourire machinal;
+
+ Que bâtir sur les coeurs est une chose sotte;
+ Que tout craque, amour et beauté,
+ Jusqu'à ce que l'Oubli les jette dans sa hotte
+ Pour les rendre à l'Eternité!\guillemetright
+
+ J'ai souvent évoqué cette lune enchantée,
+ Ce silence et cette langueur,
+ Et cette confidence horrible chuchotée
+ Au confessionnal du coeur.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{L'Aube spirituelle}
+
+ Quand chez les débauchés l'aube blanche et vermeille
+ Entre en société de l'Idéal rongeur,
+ Par l'opération d'un mystère vengeur
+ Dans la brute assoupie un ange se réveille.
+
+ Des Cieux Spirituels l'inaccessible azur,
+ Pour l'homme terrassé qui rêve encore et souffre,
+ S'ouvre et s'enfonce avec l'attirance du gouffre.
+ Ainsi, chère Déesse, Etre lucide et pur,
+
+ Sur les débris fumeux des stupides orgies
+ Ton souvenir plus clair, plus rose, plus charmant,
+ A mes yeux agrandis voltige incessamment.
+
+ Le soleil a noirci la flamme des bougies;
+ Ainsi, toujours vainqueur, ton fantôme est pareil,
+ Ame resplendissante, à l'immortel soleil!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Harmonie du Soir}
+
+ Voici venir les temps où vibrant sur sa tige
+ Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
+ Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l'air du soir;
+ Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!
+
+ Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
+ Le violon frémit comme un coeur qu'on afflige;
+ Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!
+ Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir.
+
+ Le violon frémit comme un coeur qu'on afflige,
+ Un coeur tendre, qui hait le néant vaste et noir!
+ Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir;
+ Le soleil s'est noyé dans son sang qui se fige.
+
+ Un coeur tendre, qui hait le néant vaste et noir,
+ Du passé lumineux recueille tout vestige!
+ Le soleil s'est noyé dans son sang qui se fige...
+ Ton souvenir en moi luit comme un ostensoir!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Le Flacon}
+
+ Il est de forts parfums pour qui toute matière
+ Est poreuse. On dirait qu'ils pénètrent le verre.
+ En ouvrant un coffret venu de l'Orient
+ Dont la serrure grince et rechigne en criant,
+
+ Ou dans une maison déserte quelque armoire
+ Pleine de l'âcre odeur des temps, poudreuse et noire,
+ Parfois on trouve un vieux flacon qui se souvient,
+ D'où jaillit toute vive une âme qui revient.
+
+ Mille pensers dormaient, chrysalides funèbres,
+ Frémissant doucement dans les lourdes ténèbres,
+ Qui dégagent leur aile et prennent leur essor,
+ Teintés d'azur, glacés de rose, lamés d'or.
+
+ Voilà le souvenir enivrant qui voltige
+ Dans l'air troublé; les yeux se ferment; le Vertige
+ Saisit l'âme vaincue et la pousse à deux mains
+ Vers un gouffre obscurci de miasmes humains;
+
+ Il la terrasse au bord d'un gouffre séculaire,
+ Où, Lazare odorant déchirant son suaire,
+ Se meut dans son réveil le cadavre spectral
+ D'un vieil amour ranci, charmant et sépulcral.
+
+ Ainsi, quand je serai perdu dans la mémoire
+ Des hommes, dans le coin d'une sinistre armoire
+ Quand on m'aura jeté, vieux flacon désolé,
+ Décrépit, poudreux, sale, abject, visqueux, fêlé,
+
+ Je serai ton cercueil, aimable pestilence!
+ Le témoin de ta force et de ta virulence,
+ Cher poison préparé par les anges! liqueur
+ Qui me ronge, ô la vie et la mort de mon coeur!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\quintils]{Le Poison}
+
+ Le vin sait revêtir le plus sordide bouge
+ D'un luxe miraculeux,
+ Et fait surgir plus d'un portique fabuleux
+ Dans l'or de sa vapeur rouge,
+ Comme un soleil couchant dans un ciel nébuleux.
+
+ L'opium agrandit ce qui n'a pas de bornes,
+ Allonge l'illimité,
+ Approfondit le temps, creuse la volupté,
+ Et de plaisirs noirs et mornes
+ Remplit l'âme au delà de sa capacité.
+
+ Tout cela ne vaut pas le poison qui découle
+ De tes yeux, de tes yeux verts,
+ Lacs où mon âme tremble et se voit à l'envers...
+ Mes songes viennent en foule
+ Pour se désaltérer à ces gouffres amers.
+
+ Tout cela ne vaut pas le terrible prodige
+ De ta salive qui mord,
+ Qui plonge dans l'oubli mon âme sans remords,
+ Et charriant le vertige,
+ La roule défaillante aux rives de la mort!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Ciel Brouillé}
+
+ On dirait ton regard d'une vapeur couvert;
+ Ton oeil mystérieux (est-il bleu, gris ou vert?)
+ Alternativement tendre, rêveur, cruel,
+ Réfléchit l'indolence et la pâleur du ciel.
+
+ Tu rappelles ces jours blancs, tièdes et voilés,
+ Qui font se fondre en pleurs les coeurs ensorcelés,
+ Quand, agités d'un mal inconnu qui les tord,
+ Les nerfs trop éveillés raillent l'esprit qui dort.
+
+ Tu ressembles parfois à ces beaux horizons
+ Qu'allument les soleils des brumeuses saisons...
+ Comme tu resplendis, paysage mouillé
+ Qu'enflamment les rayons tombant d'un ciel brouillé!
+
+ O femme dangereuse, ô séduisants climats!
+ Adorerai-je aussi ta neige et vos frimas,
+ Et saurai-je tirer de l'implacable hiver
+ Des plaisirs plus aigus que la glace et le fer?
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{sequence}{Le Chat}
+
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+ Dans ma cervelle se promène,
+ Ainsi qu'en son appartement,
+ Un beau chat, fort, doux et charmant.
+ Quand il miaule, on l'entend à peine,
+
+ Tant son timbre est tendre et discret;
+ Mais que sa voix s'apaise ou gronde,
+ Elle est toujours riche et profonde.
+ C'est là son charme et son secret.
+
+ Cette voix, qui perle et qui filtre
+ Dans mon fonds le plus ténébreux,
+ Me remplit comme un vers nombreux
+ Et me réjouit comme un philtre.
+
+ Elle endort les plus cruels maux
+ Et contient toutes les extases;
+ Pour dire les plus longues phrases,
+ Elle n'a pas besoin de mots.
+
+ Non, il n'est pas d'archet qui morde
+ Sur mon coeur, parfait instrument,
+ Et fasse plus royalement
+ Chanter sa plus vibrante corde,
+
+ Que ta voix, chat mystérieux,
+ Chat séraphique, chat étrange,
+ En qui tout est, comme en un ange,
+ Aussi subtil qu'harmonieux!
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+ De sa fourrure blonde et brune
+ Sort un parfum si doux, qu'un soir
+ J'en fus embaumé, pour l'avoir
+ Caressée une fois, rien qu'une.
+
+ C'est l'esprit familier du lieu;
+ Il juge, il préside, il inspire
+ Toutes choses dans son empire;
+ Peut-être est-il fée, est-il dieu?
+
+ Quand mes yeux, vers ce chat que j'aime
+ Tirés comme par un aimant,
+ Se retournent docilement
+ Et que je regarde en moi-même,
+
+ Je vois avec étonnement
+ Le feu de ses prunelles pâles,
+ Clairs fanaux, vivantes opales
+ Qui me contemplent fixement.
+
+\end{poeme}
+\end{sequence}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Le Beau Navire}
+
+ Je veux te raconter, ô molle enchanteresse!
+ Les diverses beautés qui parent ta jeunesse;
+ Je veux te peindre ta beauté,
+ Où l'enfance s'allie à la maturité.
+
+ Quand tu vas balayant l'air de ta jupe large,
+ Tu fais l'effet d'un beau vaisseau qui prend le large,
+ Chargé de toile, et va roulant
+ Suivant un rhythme doux, et paresseux, et lent.
+
+ Sur ton cou large et rond, sur tes épaules grasses,
+ Ta tête se pavane avec d'étranges grâces;
+ D'un air placide et triomphant
+ Tu passes ton chemin, majestueuse enfant.
+
+ Je veux te raconter, ô molle enchanteresse!
+ Les diverses beautés qui parent ta jeunesse;
+ Je veux te peindre ta beauté,
+ Où l'enfance s'allie à la maturité.
+
+ Ta gorge qui s'avance et qui pousse la moire,
+ Ta gorge triomphante est une belle armoire
+ Dont les panneaux bombés et clairs
+ Comme les boucliers accrochent des éclairs;
+
+ Boucliers provoquants, armés de pointes roses!
+ Armoire à doux secrets, pleine de bonnes choses,
+ De vins, de parfums, de liqueurs
+ Qui feraient délirer les cerveaux et les coeurs!
+
+ Quand tu vas balayant l'air de ta jupe large
+ Tu fais l'effet d'un beau vaisseau qui prend le large,
+ Chargé de toile, et va roulant
+ Suivant un rhythme doux, et paresseux, et lent.
+
+ Tes nobles jambes, sous les volants qu'elles chassent,
+ Tourmentent les désirs obscurs et les agacent,
+ Comme deux sorcières qui font
+ Tourner un philtre noir dans un vase profond.
+
+ Tes bras, qui se joueraient des précoces hercules,
+ Sont des boas luisants les solides émules,
+ Faits pour serrer obstinément,
+ Comme pour l'imprimer dans ton coeur, ton amant.
+
+ Sur ton cou large et rond, sur tes épaules grasses,
+ Ta tête se pavane avec d'étranges grâces;
+ D'un air placide et triomphant
+ Tu passes ton chemin, majestueuse enfant.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{L'invitation au voyage}
+\Forma \strophae {110110110110{1ex}00}
+ Mon enfant, ma soeur,
+ Songe à la douceur
+ D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble!
+ Aimer à loisir,
+ Aimer et mourir
+ Au pays qui te ressemble!
+ Les soleils mouillés
+ De ces ciels brouillés
+ Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
+ Si mystérieux
+ De tes traîtres yeux,
+ Brillant à travers leurs larmes.
+ Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
+ Luxe, calme et volupté.
+
+ Des meubles luisants,
+ Polis par les ans,
+ Décoreraient notre chambre;
+ Les plus rares fleurs
+ Mêlant leurs odeurs
+ Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre,
+ Les riches plafonds,
+ Les miroirs profonds,
+ La splendeur orientale
+ Tout y parlerait
+ A l'âme en secret
+ Sa douce langue natale.
+ Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté
+ Luxe, calme et volupté.
+
+ Vois sur ces canaux
+ Dormir ces vaisseaux
+ Dont l'humeur est vagabonde;
+ C'est pour assouvir
+ Ton moindre désir
+ Qu'ils viennent du bout du monde.
+ Les soleils couchants
+ Revêtent les champs,
+ Les canaux, la ville entière,
+ D'hyacinthe et d'or;
+ Le monde s'endort
+ Dans une chaude lumière.
+ Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
+ Luxe, calme et volupté.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{L'Irréparable}
+\Forma \strophae {01010}
+
+ Pouvons-nous étouffer le vieux, le long Remords,
+ Qui vit, s'agite et se tortille
+ Et se nourrit de nous comme le ver des morts,
+ Comme du chêne la chenille?
+ Pouvons-nous étouffer l'implacable Remords?
+
+ Dans quel philtre, dans quel vin, dans quelle tisane,
+ Noierons-nous ce vieil ennemi,
+ Destructeur et gourmand comme la courtisane,
+ Patient comme la fourmi?
+ Dans quel philtre? \textemdash dans quel vin? \textemdash dans quelle tisane?
+
+ Dis-le, belle sorcière, oh! dis, si tu le sais,
+ A cet esprit comblé d'angoisse
+ Et pareil au mourant qu'écrasent les blessés,
+ Que le sabot du cheval froisse,
+ Dis-le, belle sorcière, oh! dis, si tu le sais,
+
+ A cet agonisant que le loup déjà flaire
+ Et que surveille le corbeau,
+ A ce soldat brisé! s'il faut qu'il désespère
+ D'avoir sa croix et son tombeau;
+ Ce pauvre agonisant que déjà le loup flaire!
+
+ Peut-on illuminer un ciel bourbeux et noir?
+ Peut-on déchirer des ténèbres
+ Plus denses que la poix, sans matin et sans soir,
+ Sans astres, sans éclairs funèbres?
+ Peut-on illuminer un ciel bourbeux et noir?
+
+ L'Espérance qui brille aux carreaux de l'Auberge
+ Est soufflée, est morte à jamais!
+ Sans lune et sans rayons, trouver où l'on héberge
+ Les martyrs d'un chemin mauvais!
+ Le Diable a tout éteint aux carreaux de l'Auberge!
+
+ Adorable sorcière, aimes-tu les damnés?
+ Dis, connais-tu l'irrémissible?
+ Connais-tu le Remords, aux traits empoisonnés,
+ A qui notre coeur sert de cible?
+ Adorable sorcière, aimes-tu les damnés?
+
+ L'Irréparable ronge avec sa dent maudite
+ Notre âme, piteux monument,
+ Et souvent il attaque ainsi que le termite,
+ Par la base le bâtiment.
+ L'Irréparable ronge avec sa dent maudite!
+
+ \textemdash J'ai vu parfois, au fond d'un théâtre banal
+ Qu'enflammait l'orchestre sonore,
+ Une fée allumer dans un ciel infernal
+ Une miraculeuse aurore;
+ J'ai vu parfois au fond d'un théâtre banal
+
+ Un être, qui n'était que lumière, or et gaze,
+ Terrasser l'énorme Satan;
+ Mais mon coeur, que jamais ne visite l'extase,
+ Est un théâtre où l'on attend
+ Toujours. toujours en vain, l'Etre aux ailes de gaze!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Causerie}
+
+ Vous êtes un beau ciel d'automne, clair et rose!
+ Mais la tristesse en moi monte comme la mer,
+ Et laisse, en refluant, sur ma lèvre morose
+ Le souvenir cuisant de son limon amer.
+
+ \textemdash Ta main se glisse en vain sur mon sein qui se pâme;
+ Ce qu'elle cherche, amie, est un lieu saccagé
+ Par la griffe et la dent féroce de la femme.
+ Ne cherchez plus mon coeur; les bêtes l'ont mangé.
+
+ Mon coeur est un palais flétri par la cohue;
+ On s'y soûle, on s'y tue, on s'y prend aux cheveux!
+ \textemdash Un parfum nage autour de votre gorge nue!...
+
+ O Beauté, dur fléau des âmes, tu le veux!
+ Avec tes yeux de feu, brillants comme des fêtes,
+ Calcine ces lambeaux qu'ont épargnés les bêtes!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{sequence}{Chant d'Automne}
+
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+ Bientôt nous plongerons dans les froides ténèbres;
+ Adieu, vive clarté de nos étés trop courts!
+ J'entends déjà tomber avec des chocs funèbres
+ Le bois retentissant sur le pavé des cours.
+
+ Tout l'hiver va rentrer dans mon être: colère,
+ Haine, frissons, horreur, labeur dur et forcé,
+ Et, comme le soleil dans son enfer polaire,
+ Mon coeur ne sera plus qu'un bloc rouge et glacé.
+
+ J'écoute en frémissant chaque bûche qui tombe
+ L'échafaud qu'on bâtit n'a pas d'écho plus sourd.
+ Mon esprit est pareil à la tour qui succombe
+ Sous les coups du bélier infatigable et lourd.
+
+ Il me semble, bercé par ce choc monotone,
+ Qu'on cloue en grande hâte un cercueil quelque part.
+ Pour qui? \textemdash C'était hier l'été; voici l'automne!
+ Ce bruit mystérieux sonne comme un départ.
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+\Locus \textus {\previous}
+
+ J'aime de vos longs yeux la lumière verdâtre,
+ Douce beauté, mais tout aujourd'hui m'est amer,
+ Et rien, ni votre amour, ni le boudoir, ni l'âtre,
+ Ne me vaut le soleil rayonnant sur la mer.
+
+ Et pourtant aimez-moi, tendre coeur! soyez mère,
+ Même pour un ingrat, même pour un méchant;
+ Amante ou soeur, soyez la douceur éphémère
+ D'un glorieux automne ou d'un soleil couchant.
+
+ Courte tâche! La tombe attend \textemdash elle est avide!
+ Ah! laissez-moi, mon front posé sur vos genoux,
+ Goûter, en regrettant l'été blanc et torride,
+ De l'arrière-saison le rayon jaune et doux!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\end{sequence}
+
+\begin{poeme}{A une Madone}
+
+\SousTitre{Ex-voto dans le goût espagnol}
+
+ Je veux bâtir pour toi, Madone, ma maîtresse,
+ Un autel souterrain au fond de ma détresse,
+ Et creuser dans le coin le plus noir de mon coeur,
+ Loin du désir mondain et du regard moqueur,
+ Une niche, d'azur et d'or tout émaillée,
+ Où tu te dresseras, Statue émerveillée.
+ Avec mes Vers polis, treillis d'un pur métal
+ Savamment constellé de rimes de cristal
+ Je ferai pour ta tête une énorme Couronne;
+ Et dans ma Jalousie, ô mortelle Madone
+ Je saurai te tailler un Manteau, de façon
+ Barbare, roide et lourd, et doublé de soupçon,
+ Qui, comme une guérite, enfermera tes charmes,
+ Non de Perles brodé, mais de toutes mes Larmes!
+ Ta Robe, ce sera mon Désir, frémissant,
+ Onduleux, mon Désir qui monte et qui descend,
+ Aux pointes se balance, aux vallons se repose,
+ Et revêt d'un baiser tout ton corps blanc et rose.
+ Je te ferai de mon Respect de beaux Souliers
+ De satin, par tes pieds divins humiliés,
+ Qui, les emprisonnant dans une molle étreinte
+ Comme un moule fidèle en garderont l'empreinte.
+ Si je ne puis, malgré tout mon art diligent
+ Pour Marchepied tailler une Lune d'argent
+ Je mettrai le Serpent qui me mord les entrailles
+ Sous tes talons, afin que tu foules et railles
+ Reine victorieuse et féconde en rachats
+ Ce monstre tout gonflé de haine et de crachats.
+ Tu verras mes Pensers, rangés comme les Cierges
+ Devant l'autel fleuri de la Reine des Vierges
+ Etoilant de reflets le plafond peint en bleu,
+ Te regarder toujours avec des yeux de feu;
+ Et comme tout en moi te chérit et t'admire,
+ Tout se fera Benjoin, Encens, Oliban, Myrrhe,
+ Et sans cesse vers toi, sommet blanc et neigeux,
+ En Vapeurs montera mon Esprit orageux.
+
+ Enfin, pour compléter ton rôle de Marie,
+ Et pour mêler l'amour avec la barbarie,
+ Volupté noire! des sept Péchés capitaux,
+ Bourreau plein de remords, je ferai sept Couteaux
+ Bien affilés, et comme un jongleur insensible,
+ Prenant le plus profond de ton amour pour cible,
+ Je les planterai tous dans ton Coeur pantelant,
+ Dans ton Coeur sanglotant, dans ton Coeur ruisselant!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Chanson d'Après-midi}
+
+ Quoique tes sourcils méchants
+ Te donnent un air étrange
+ Qui n'est pas celui d'un ange,
+ Sorcière aux yeux alléchants,
+
+ Je t'adore, ô ma frivole,
+ Ma terrible passion!
+ Avec la dévotion
+ Du prêtre pour son idole.
+
+ Le désert et la forêt
+ Embaument tes tresses rudes,
+ Ta tête a les attitudes
+ De l'énigme et du secret.
+
+ Sur ta chair le parfum rôde
+ Comme autour d'un encensoir;
+ Tu charmes comme le soir
+ Nymphe ténébreuse et chaude.
+
+ Ah! les philtres les plus forts
+ Ne valent pas ta paresse,
+ Et tu connais la caresse
+ Ou fait revivre les morts!
+
+ Tes hanches sont amoureuses
+ De ton dos et de tes seins,
+ Et tu ravis les coussins
+ Par tes poses langoureuses.
+
+ Quelquefois, pour apaiser
+ Ta rage mystérieuse,
+ Tu prodigues, sérieuse,
+ La morsure et le baiser;
+
+ Tu me déchires, ma brune,
+ Avec un rire moqueur,
+ Et puis tu mets sur mon coeur
+ Ton oeil doux comme la lune.
+
+ Sous tes souliers de satin,
+ Sous tes charmants pieds de soie
+ Moi, je mets ma grande joie,
+ Mon génie et mon destin,
+
+ Mon âme par toi guérie,
+ Par toi, lumière et couleur!
+ Explosion de chaleur
+ Dans ma noire Sibérie!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Sisina}
+
+ Imaginez Diane en galant équipage,
+ Parcourant les forêts ou battant les halliers,
+ Cheveux et gorge au vent, s'enivrant de tapage,
+ Superbe et défiant les meilleurs cavaliers!
+
+ Avez-vous vu Théroigne, amante du carnage,
+ Excitant à l'assaut un peuple sans souliers,
+ La joue et l'oeil en feu, jouant son personnage,
+ Et montant, sabre au poing, les royaux escaliers?
+
+ Telle la Sisina! Mais la douce guerrière
+ A l'âme charitable autant que meurtrière;
+ Son courage, affolé de poudre et de tambours,
+
+ Devant les suppliants sait mettre bas les armes,
+ Et son coeur, ravagé par la flamme, a toujours,
+ Pour qui s'en montre digne, un réservoir de larmes.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\tercets]{Franciscae meae laudes}
+
+ Novis te cantabo chordis,
+ O novelletum quod ludis
+ In solitudine cordis.
+
+ Esto sertis implicata,
+ O femina delicata
+ Per quam solvuntur peccata!
+
+ Sicut beneficum Lethe,
+ Hauriam oscula de te,
+ Quae imbuta es magnete.
+
+ Quum vitiorum tempegtas
+ Turbabat omnes semitas,
+ Apparuisti, Deitas,
+
+ Velut stella salutaris
+ In naufragiis amaris.....
+ Suspendam cor tuis aris!
+
+ Piscina plena virtutis,
+ Fons æternæ juventutis
+ Labris vocem redde mutis!
+
+ Quod erat spurcum, cremasti;
+ Quod rudius, exaequasti;
+ Quod debile, confirmasti.
+
+ In fame mea taberna
+ In nocte mea lucerna,
+ Recte me semper guberna.
+
+ Adde nunc vires viribus,
+ Dulce balneum suavibus
+ Unguentatum odoribus!
+
+ Meos circa lumbos mica,
+ O castitatis lorica,
+ Aqua tincta seraphica;
+
+ Patera gemmis corusca,
+ Panis salsus, mollis esca,
+ Divinum vinum, Francisca!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{A une Dame créole}
+
+ Au pays parfumé que le soleil caresse,
+ J'ai connu, sous un dais d'arbres tout empourprés
+ Et de palmiers d'où pleut sur les yeux la paresse,
+ Une dame créole aux charmes ignorés.
+
+ Son teint est pâle et chaud; la brune enchanteresse
+ A dans le cou des airs noblement maniérés;
+ Grande et svelte en marchant comme une chasseresse,
+ Son sourire est tranquille et ses yeux assurés.
+
+ Si vous alliez, Madame, au vrai pays de gloire,
+ Sur les bords de la Seine ou de la verte Loire,
+ Belle digne d'orner les antiques manoirs,
+
+ Vous feriez, à l'abri des ombreuses retraites
+ Germer mille sonnets dans le coeur des poètes,
+ Que vos grands yeux rendraient plus soumis que vos noirs.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\quintils]{Moesta et errabunda}
+
+ Dis-moi ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe,
+ Loin du noir océan de l'immonde cité
+ Vers un autre océan où la splendeur éclate,
+ Bleu, clair, profond, ainsi que la virginité?
+ Dis-moi, ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe?
+
+ La mer la vaste mer, console nos labeurs!
+ Quel démon a doté la mer, rauque chanteuse
+ Qu'accompagne l'immense orgue des vents grondeurs,
+ De cette fonction sublime de berceuse?
+ La mer, la vaste mer, console nos labeurs!
+
+ Emporte-moi wagon! enlève-moi, frégate!
+ Loin! loin! ici la boue est faite de nos pleurs!
+ \textemdash Est-il vrai que parfois le triste coeur d'Agathe
+ Dise: Loin des remords, des crimes, des douleurs,
+ Emporte-moi, wagon, enlève-moi, frégate?
+
+ Comme vous êtes loin, paradis parfumé,
+ Où sous un clair azur tout n'est qu'amour et joie,
+ Où tout ce que l'on aime est digne d'être aimé,
+ Où dans la volupté pure le coeur se noie!
+ Comme vous êtes loin, paradis parfumé!
+
+ Mais le vert paradis des amours enfantines,
+ Les courses, les chansons, les baisers, les bouquets,
+ Les violons vibrant derrière les collines,
+ Avec les brocs de vin, le soir, dans les bosquets,
+ \textemdash Mais le vert paradis des amours enfantines,
+
+ L'innocent paradis, plein de plaisirs furtifs,
+ Est-il déjà plus loin que l'Inde et que la Chine?
+ Peut-on le rappeler avec des cris plaintifs,
+ Et l'animer encor d'une voix argentine,
+ L'innocent paradis plein de plaisirs furtifs?
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Revenant}
+
+ Comme les anges à l'oeil fauve,
+ Je reviendrai dans ton alcôve
+ Et vers toi glisserai sans bruit
+ Avec les ombres de la nuit;
+
+ Et je te donnerai, ma brune,
+ Des baisers froids comme la lune
+ Et des caresses de serpent
+ Autour d'une fosse rampant.
+
+ Quand viendra le matin livide,
+ Tu trouveras ma place vide,
+ Où jusqu'au soir il fera froid.
+
+ Comme d'autres par la tendresse,
+ Sur ta vie et sur ta jeunesse,
+ Moi, je veux régner par l'effroi.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Sonnet d'Automne}
+
+ Ils me disent, tes yeux, clairs comme le cristal:
+ \guillemetleft Pour toi, bizarre amant, quel est donc mon mérite?\guillemetright
+ \textemdash Sois charmante et tais-toi! Mon coeur, que tout irrite,
+ Excepté la candeur de l'antique animal,
+
+ Ne veut pas te montrer son secret infernal,
+ Berceuse dont la main aux longs sommeils m'invite,
+ Ni sa noire légende avec la flamme écrite.
+ Je hais la passion et l'esprit me fait mal!
+
+ Aimons-nous doucement. L'Amour dans sa guérite,
+ Ténébreux, embusqué, bande son arc fatal.
+ Je connais les engins de son vieil arsenal:
+
+ Crime, horreur et folie! \textemdash O pâle marguerite!
+ Comme moi n'es-tu pas un soleil automnal,
+ O ma si blanche, ô ma si froide Marguerite?
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Tristesses de la Lune}
+
+ Ce soir, la lune rêve avec plus de paresse;
+ Ainsi qu'une beauté, sur de nombreux coussins,
+ Qui d'une main distraite et légère caresse
+ Avant de s'endormir le contour de ses seins,
+
+ Sur le dos satiné des molles avalanches,
+ Mourante, elle se livre aux longues pâmoisons,
+ Et promène ses yeux sur les visions blanches
+ Qui montent dans l'azur comme des floraisons.
+
+ Quand parfois sur ce globe, en sa langueur oisive,
+ Elle laisse filer une larme furtive,
+ Un poète pieux, ennemi du sommeil,
+
+ Dans le creux de sa main prend cette larme pâle,
+ Aux reflets irisés comme un fragment d'opale,
+ Et la met dans son coeur loin des yeux du soleil.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Les Chats}
+
+ Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères
+ Aiment également, dans leur mûre saison,
+ Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,
+ Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sédentaires.
+
+ Amis de la science et de la volupté
+ Ils cherchent le silence et l'horreur des ténèbres;
+ L'Erèbe les eût pris pour ses coursiers funèbres,
+ S'ils pouvaient au servage incliner leur fierté.
+
+ Ils prennent en songeant les nobles attitudes
+ Des grands sphinx allongés au fond des solitudes,
+ Qui semblent s'endormir dans un rêve sans fin;
+
+ Leurs reins féconds sont pleins d'étincelles magiques,
+ Et des parcelles d'or, ainsi qu'un sable fin,
+ Etoilent vaguement leurs prunelles mystiques.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Les Hiboux}
+
+ Sous les ifs noirs qui les abritent
+ Les hiboux se tiennent rangés
+ Ainsi que des dieux étrangers
+ Dardant leur oeil rouge. Ils méditent.
+
+ Sans remuer ils se tiendront
+ Jusqu'à l'heure mélancolique
+ Où, poussant le soleil oblique,
+ Les ténèbres s'établiront.
+
+ Leur attitude au sage enseigne
+ Qu'il faut en ce monde qu'il craigne
+ Le tumulte et le mouvement;
+
+ L'homme ivre d'une ombre qui passe
+ Porte toujours le châtiment
+ D'avoir voulu changer de place.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Pipe}
+
+ Je suis la pipe d'un auteur;
+ On voit, à contempler ma mine
+ D'Abyssinienne ou de Cafrine,
+ Que mon maître est un grand fumeur.
+
+ Quand il est comblé de douleur,
+ Je fume comme la chaumine
+ Où se prépare la cuisine
+ Pour le retour du laboureur.
+
+ J'enlace et je berce son âme
+ Dans le réseau mobile et bleu
+ Qui monte de ma bouche en feu,
+
+ Et je roule un puissant dictame
+ Qui charme son coeur et guérit
+ De ses fatigues son esprit.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Musique}
+ La musique souvent me prend comme une mer!
+ Vers ma pâle étoile,
+ Sous un plafond de brume ou dans un vaste éther,
+ Je mets à la voile;
+
+ La poitrine en avant et les poumons gonflés
+ Comme de la toile
+ J'escalade le dos des flots amoncelés
+ Que la nuit me voile;
+
+ Je sens vibrer en moi toutes les passions
+ D'un vaisseau qui souffre;
+ Le bon vent, la tempête et ses convulsions
+
+ Sur l'immense gouffre
+ Me bercent. D'autres fois, calme plat, grand miroir\auto
+ De mon désespoir!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Sépulture}
+
+ Si par une nuit lourde et sombre
+ Un bon chrétien, par charité,
+ Derrière quelque vieux décombre
+ Enterre votre corps vanté,
+
+ A l'heure où les chastes étoiles
+ Ferment leurs yeux appesantis,
+ L'araignée y fera ses toiles,
+ Et la vipère ses petits;
+
+ Vous entendrez toute l'année
+ Sur votre tête condamnée
+ Les cris lamentables des loups
+
+ Et des sorcières faméliques,
+ Les ébats des vieillards lubriques
+ Et les complots des noirs filous.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{Une gravure fantastique}
+
+ Ce spectre singulier n'a pour toute toilette,
+ Grotesquement campé sur son front de squelette,
+ Qu'un diadème affreux sentant le carnaval.
+ Sans éperons, sans fouet, il essouffle un cheval,
+ Fantôme comme lui, rosse apocalyptique,
+ Qui bave des naseaux comme un épileptique.
+ Au travers de l'espace ils s'enfoncent tous deux,
+ Et foulent l'infini d'un sabot hasardeux.
+ Le cavalier promène un sabre qui flamboie
+ Sur les foules sans nom que sa monture broie,
+ Et parcourt, comme un prince inspectant sa maison,
+ Le cimetière immense et froid, sans horizon,
+ Où gisent, aux lueurs d'un soleil blanc et terne,
+ Les peuples de l'histoire ancienne et moderne.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Mort joyeux}
+
+ Dans une terre grasse et pleine d'escargots
+ Je veux creuser moi-même une fosse profonde,
+ Où je puisse à loisir étaler mes vieux os
+ Et dormir dans l'oubli comme un requin dans l'onde.
+
+ Je hais les testaments et je hais les tombeaux;
+ Plutôt que d'implorer une larme du monde,
+ Vivant, j'aimerais mieux inviter les corbeaux
+ A saigner tous les bouts de ma carcasse immonde.
+
+ O vers! noirs compagnons sans oreille et sans yeux,
+ Voyez venir à vous un mort libre et joyeux;
+ Philosophes viveurs, fils de la pourriture,
+
+ A travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords,
+ Et dites-moi s'il est encor quelque torture
+ Pour ce vieux corps sans âme et mort parmi les morts!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Tonneau de la Haine}
+
+ La Haine est le tonneau des pâles Danaïdes;
+ La Vengeance éperdue aux bras rouges et forts
+ A beau précipiter dans ses ténèbres vides
+ De grands seaux pleins du sang et des larmes des morts,
+
+ Le Démon fait des trous secrets à ces abîmes,
+ Par où fuiraient mille ans de sueurs et d'efforts,
+ Quand même elle saurait ranimer ses victimes,
+ Et pour les pressurer ressusciter leurs corps.
+
+ La Haine est un ivrogne au fond d'une taverne,
+ Qui sent toujours la soif naître de la liqueur
+ Et se multiplier comme l'hydre de Lerne.
+
+ \textemdash Mais les buveurs heureux connaissent leur vainqueur,
+ Et la Haine est vouée à ce sort lamentable
+ De ne pouvoir jamais s'endormir sous la table.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La cloche fêlée}
+
+ Il est amer et doux, pendant les nuits d'hiver,
+ D'écouter, près du feu qui palpite et qui fume,
+ Les souvenirs lointains lentement s'élever
+ Au bruit des carillons qui chantent dans la brume.
+
+ Bienheureuse la cloche au gosier vigoureux
+ Qui, malgré sa vieillesse, alerte et bien portante,
+ Jette fidèlement son cri religieux,
+ Ainsi qu'un vieux soldat qui veille sous la tente!
+
+ Moi, mon âme est fêlée, et lorsqu'en ses ennuis
+ Elle veut de ses chants peupler l'air froid des nuits,
+ Il arrive souvent que sa voix affaiblie
+
+ Semble le râle épais d'un blessé qu'on oublie
+ Au bord d'un lac de sang, sous un grand tas de morts
+ Et qui meurt, sans bouger, dans d'immenses efforts.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Spleen}
+
+ Pluviôse, irrité contre la ville entière,
+ De son urne à grands flots verse un froid ténébreux
+ Aux pâles habitants du voisin cimetière
+ Et la mortalité sur les faubourgs brumeux.
+
+ Mon chat sur le carreau cherchant une litière
+ Agite sans repos son corps maigre et galeux;
+ L'âme d'un vieux poète erre dans la gouttière
+ Avec la triste voix d'un fantôme frileux.
+
+ Le bourdon se lamente, et la bûche enfumée
+ Accompagne en fausset la pendule enrhumée
+ Cependant qu'en un jeu plein de sales parfums,
+
+ Héritage fatal d'une vieille hydropique,
+ Le beau valet de coeur et la dame de pique
+ Causent sinistrement de leurs amours défunts.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{Spleen}
+
+ J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ans.
+
+ Un gros meuble à tiroirs encombré de bilans,
+ De vers, de billets doux, de procès, de romances,
+ Avec de lourds cheveux roulés dans des quittances,
+ Cache moins de secrets que mon triste cerveau.
+ C'est une pyramide, un immense caveau,
+ Qui contient plus de morts que la fosse commune.
+ \textemdash Je suis un cimetière abhorré de la lune,
+ Où comme des remords se traînent de longs vers
+ Qui s'acharnent toujours sur mes morts les plus chers.
+ Je suis un vieux boudoir plein de roses fanées,
+ Où gît tout un fouillis de modes surannées,
+ Où les pastels plaintifs et les pâles Boucher
+ Seuls, respirent l'odeur d'un flacon débouché.
+
+ Rien n'égale en longueur les boiteuses journées,
+ Quand sous les lourds flocons des neigeuses années
+ L'ennui, fruit de la morne incuriosité
+ Prend les proportions de l'immortalité.
+ \textemdash Désormais tu n'es plus, ô matière vivante!
+ Qu'un granit entouré d'une vague épouvante,
+ Assoupi dans le fond d'un Sahara brumeux
+ Un vieux sphinx ignoré du monde insoucieux,
+ Oublié sur la carte, et dont l'humeur farouche
+ Ne chante qu'aux rayons du soleil qui se couche.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{Spleen}
+
+ Je suis comme le roi d'un pays pluvieux,
+ Riche, mais impuissant, jeune et pourtant très vieux,
+ Qui, de ses précepteurs méprisant les courbettes,
+ S'ennuie avec ses chiens comme avec d'autres bêtes.
+ Rien ne peut l'égayer, ni gibier, ni faucon,
+ Ni son peuple mourant en face du balcon.
+ Du bouffon favori la grotesque ballade
+ Ne distrait plus le front de ce cruel malade;
+ Son lit fleurdelisé se transforme en tombeau,
+ Et les dames d'atour, pour qui tout prince est beau,
+ Ne savent plus trouver d'impudique toilette
+ Pour tirer un souris de ce jeune squelette.
+ Le savant qui lui fait de l'or n'a jamais pu
+ De son être extirper l'élément corrompu,
+ Et dans ces bains de sang qui des Romains nous viennent,
+ Et dont sur leurs vieux jours les puissants se souviennent,
+ Il n'a su réchauffer ce cadavre hébété
+ Où coule au lieu de sang l'eau verte du Léthé
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Spleen}
+
+ Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle
+ Sur l'esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis,
+ Et que de l'horizon embrassant tout le cercle
+ Il nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits;
+
+ Quand la terre est changée en un cachot humide,
+ Où l'Espérance, comme une chauve-souris,
+ S'en va battant les murs de son aile timide
+ Et se cognant la tête à des plafonds pourris;
+
+ Quand la pluie étalant ses immenses traînées
+ D'une vaste prison imite les barreaux,
+ Et qu'un peuple muet d'infâmes araignées
+ Vient tendre ses filets au fond de nos cerveaux,
+
+ Des cloches tout à coup sautent avec furie
+ Et lancent vers le ciel un affreux hurlement,
+ Ainsi que des esprits errants et sans patrie
+ Qui se mettent à geindre opiniâtrement.
+
+ \textemdash Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique,
+ Défilent lentement dans mon âme; l'Espoir,
+ Vaincu, pleure, et l'Angoisse atroce, despotique,
+ Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Obsession}
+
+ Grands bois, vous m'effrayez comme des cathédrales;
+ Vous hurlez comme l'orgue; et dans nos coeurs maudits,
+ Chambres d'éternel deuil où vibrent de vieux râles,
+ Répondent les échos de vos De profundis.
+
+ Je te hais, Océan! tes bonds et tes tumultes,
+ Mon esprit les retrouve en lui; ce rire amer
+ De l'homme vaincu, plein de sanglots et d'insultes,
+ Je l'entends dans le rire énorme de la mer
+
+ Comme tu me plairais, ô nuit! sans ces étoiles
+ Dont la lumière parle un langage connu!
+ Car je cherche le vide, et le noir, et le nu!
+
+ Mais les ténèbres sont elles-mêmes des toiles
+ Où vivent, jaillissant de mon oeil par milliers,
+ Des êtres disparus aux regards familiers.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Le Goût du Néant}
+\Forma \strophae {0000{1.5ex}0}
+ Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte,
+ L'Espoir, dont l'éperon attisait ton ardeur
+ Ne veut plus t'enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur
+ Vieux cheval dont le pied à chaque obstacle butte.
+
+ Résigne-toi, mon coeur; dors ton sommeil de brute.
+
+ Esprit vaincu, fourbu! Pour toi, vieux maraudeur,
+ L'amour n'a plus de goût, non plus que la dispute
+ Adieu donc, chants du cuivre et soupirs de la flûte!
+ Plaisirs, ne tentez plus un coeur sombre et boudeur!
+
+ Le Printemps adorable a perdu son odeur!
+
+ Et le Temps m'engloutit minute par minute
+ Comme la neige immense un corps pris de roideur
+ \textemdash Je contemple d'en haut le globe en sa rondeur
+ Et je n'y cherche plus l'abri d'une cahute.
+
+ Avalanche, veux-tu m'emporter dans ta chute?
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Alchimie de la Douleur}
+
+ L'un t'éclaire avec son ardeur,
+ L'autre en toi met son deuil, Nature!
+ Ce qui dit à l'un: Sépulture!
+ Dit à l'autre: Vie et splendeur!
+
+ Hermès inconnu qui m'assistes
+ Et qui toujours m'intimidas,
+ Tu me rends l'égal de Midas,
+ Le plus triste des alchimistes;
+
+ Par toi je change l'or en fer
+ Et le paradis en enfer;
+ Dans le suaire des nuages
+
+ Je découvre un cadavre cher,
+ Et sur les célestes rivages
+ Je bâtis de grands sarcophages.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Horreur sympathique}
+
+ De ce ciel bizarre et livide,
+ Tourmenté comme ton destin,
+ Quels pensers dans ton âme vide
+ Descendent? réponds, libertin.
+
+ \textemdash Insatiablement avide
+ De l'obscur et de l'incertain,
+ Je ne geindrai pas comme Ovide
+ Chassé du paradis latin.
+
+ Cieux déchirés comme des grèves
+ En vous se mire mon orgueil;
+ Vos vastes nuages en deuil
+
+ Sont les corbillards de mes rêves,
+ Et vos lueurs sont le reflet
+ De l'Enfer où mon coeur se plaît.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{L'Héautontimorouménos}
+
+\SousTitre{A J.G.F.}
+
+ Je te frapperai sans colère
+ Et sans haine, comme un boucher,
+ Comme Moïse le rocher
+ Et je ferai de ta paupière,
+
+ Pour abreuver mon Saharah
+ Jaillir les eaux de la souffrance.
+ Mon désir gonflé d'espérance
+ Sur tes pleurs salés nagera
+
+ Comme un vaisseau qui prend le large,
+ Et dans mon coeur qu'ils soûleront
+ Tes chers sanglots retentiront
+ Comme un tambour qui bat la charge!
+
+ Ne suis-je pas un faux accord
+ Dans la divine symphonie,
+ Grâce à la vorace Ironie
+ Qui me secoue et qui me mord
+
+ Elle est dans ma voix, la criarde!
+ C'est tout mon sang ce poison noir!
+ Je suis le sinistre miroir
+ Où la mégère se regarde.
+
+ Je suis la plaie et le couteau!
+ Je suis le soufflet et la joue!
+ Je suis les membres et la roue,
+ Et la victime et le bourreau!
+
+ Je suis de mon coeur le vampire,
+ \textemdash Un de ces grands abandonnés
+ Au rire éternel condamnés
+ Et qui ne peuvent plus sourire!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+
+\begin{sequence}{L'Irrémédiable}
+
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+ Une Idée, une Forme, un Etre
+ Parti de l'azur et tombé
+ Dans un Styx bourbeux et plombé
+ Où nul oeil du Ciel ne pénètre;
+
+ Un Ange, imprudent voyageur
+ Qu'a tenté l'amour du difforme,
+ Au fond d'un cauchemar énorme
+ Se débattant comme un nageur,
+
+ Et luttant, angoisses funèbres!
+ Contre un gigantesque remous
+ Qui va chantant comme les fous
+ Et pirouettant dans les ténèbres;
+
+ Un malheureux ensorcelé
+ Dans ses tâtonnements futiles
+ Pour fuir d'un lieu plein de reptiles,
+ Cherchant la lumière et la clé;
+
+ Un damné descendant sans lampe
+ Au bord d'un gouffre dont l'odeur
+ Trahit l'humide profondeur
+ D'éternels escaliers sans rampe,
+
+ Où veillent des monstres visqueux
+ Dont les larges yeux de phosphore
+ Font une nuit plus noire encore
+ Et ne rendent visibles qu'eux;
+
+ Un navire pris dans le pôle
+ Comme en un piège de cristal,
+ Cherchant par quel détroit fatal
+ Il est tombé dans cette geôle;
+
+ \textemdash Emblèmes nets, tableau parfait
+ D'une fortune irrémédiable
+ Qui donne à penser que le Diable
+ Fait toujours bien tout ce qu'il fait!
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+
+ Tête-à-tête sombre et limpide
+ Qu'un coeur devenu son miroir!
+ Puits de Vérité, clair et noir
+ Où tremble une étoile livide,
+
+ Un phare ironique, infernal
+ Flambeau des grâces sataniques,
+ Soulagement et gloire uniques,
+ \textemdash La conscience dans le Mal!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\end{sequence}
+
+\begin{poeme}{L'Horloge}
+
+ Horloge! dieu sinistre, effrayant, impassible,
+ Dont le doigt nous menace et nous dit: \guillemetleft Souviens-toi!
+ Les vibrantes Douleurs dans ton coeur plein d'effroi
+ Se planteront bientôt comme dans une cible;
+
+ Le Plaisir vaporeux fuira vers l'horizon
+ Ainsi qu'une sylphide au fond de la coulisse;
+ Chaque instant te dévore un morceau du délice
+ A chaque homme accordé pour toute sa saison.
+
+ Trois mille six cents fois par heure, la Seconde
+ Chuchote Souviens-toi! \textemdash Rapide, avec sa voix
+ D'insecte, Maintenant dit Je suis Autrefois,
+ Et j'ai pompé ta vie avec ma trompe immonde!
+
+ Remember! Souviens-toi! prodigue! Esto memor!
+ (Mon gosier de métal parle toutes les langues)
+ Les minutes, mortel folâtre, sont des gangues
+ Qu'il ne faut pas lâcher sans en extraire l'or!
+
+ Souviens-toi que le Temps est un joueur avide
+ Qui gagne sans tricher, à tout coup! c'est la loi
+ Le jour décroît; la nuit augmente, souviens-toi!
+ Le gouffre a toujours soif; la clepsydre se vide.
+
+ Tantôt sonnera l'heure où le divin Hasard,
+ Où l'auguste Vertu, ton épouse encor vierge,
+ Où le Repentir même (oh! la dernière auberge!),
+ Où tout te dira Meurs, vieux lâche! il est trop tard!
+
+
+\titulus{TABLEAUX PARISIENS}
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{Paysage}
+
+ Je veux, pour composer chastement mes églogues,
+ Coucher auprès du ciel, comme les astrologues,
+ Et, voisin des clochers écouter en rêvant
+ Leurs hymnes solennels emportés par le vent.
+ Les deux mains au menton, du haut de ma mansarde,
+ Je verrai l'atelier qui chante et qui bavarde;
+ Les tuyaux, les clochers, ces mâts de la cité,
+ Et les grands ciels qui font rêver d'éternité.
+
+ Il est doux, à travers les brumes, de voir naître
+ L'étoile dans l'azur, la lampe à la fenêtre
+ Les fleuves de charbon monter au firmament
+ Et la lune verser son pâle enchantement.
+ Je verrai les printemps, les étés, les automnes;
+ Et quand viendra l'hiver aux neiges monotones,
+ Je fermerai partout portières et volets
+ Pour bâtir dans la nuit mes féeriques palais.
+ Alors je rêverai des horizons bleuâtres,
+ Des jardins, des jets d'eau pleurant dans les albâtres,
+ Des baisers, des oiseaux chantant soir et matin,
+ Et tout ce que l'Idylle a de plus enfantin.
+ L'Emeute, tempêtant vainement à ma vitre,
+ Ne fera pas lever mon front de mon pupitre;
+ Car je serai plongé dans cette volupté
+ D'évoquer le Printemps avec ma volonté,
+ De tirer un soleil de mon coeur, et de faire
+ De mes pensers brûlants une tiède atmosphère.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{Le Soleil}
+
+ Le long du vieux faubourg, où pendent aux masures
+ Les persiennes, abri des sécrètes luxures,
+ Quand le soleil cruel frappe à traits redoublés
+ Sur la ville et les champs, sur les toits et les blés,
+ Je vais m'exercer seul à ma fantasque escrime,
+ Flairant dans tous les coins les hasards de la rime,
+ Trébuchant sur les mots comme sur les pavés
+ Heurtant parfois des vers depuis longtemps rêvés.
+
+ Ce père nourricier, ennemi des chloroses,
+ Eveille dans les champs les vers comme les roses;
+ Il fait s'évaporer les soucis vers le ciel,
+ Et remplit les cerveaux et les ruches le miel.
+ C'est lui qui rajeunit les porteurs de béquilles
+ Et les rend gais et doux comme des jeunes filles,
+ Et commande aux moissons de croître et de mûrir
+ Dans le coeur immortel qui toujours veut fleurir!
+
+ Quand, ainsi qu'un poète, il descend dans les villes,
+ Il ennoblit le sort des choses les plus viles,
+ Et s'introduit en roi, sans bruit et sans valets,
+ Dans tous les hôpitaux et dans tous les palais.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{A une Mendiante rousse}
+
+ Blanche fille aux cheveux roux,
+ Dont la robe par ses trous
+ Laisse voir la pauvreté
+ Et la beauté,
+
+ Pour moi, poète chétif,
+ Ton jeune corps maladif,
+ Plein de taches de rousseur,
+ A sa douceur.
+
+ Tu portes plus galamment
+ Qu'une reine de roman
+ Ses cothurnes de velours
+ Tes sabots lourds.
+
+ Au lieu d'un haillon trop court,
+ Qu'un superbe habit de cour
+ Traîne à plis bruyants et longs
+ Sur tes talons;
+
+ En place de bas troués
+ Que pour les yeux des roués
+ Sur ta jambe un poignard d'or
+ Reluise encor;
+
+ Que des noeuds mal attachés
+ Dévoilent pour nos péchés
+ Tes deux beaux seins, radieux
+ Comme des yeux;
+
+ Que pour te déshabiller
+ Tes bras se fassent prier
+ Et chassent à coups mutins
+ Les doigts lutins,
+
+ Perles de la plus belle eau,
+ Sonnets de maître Belleau
+ Par tes galants mis aux fers
+ Sans cesse offerts,
+
+ Valetaille de rimeurs
+ Te dédiant leurs primeurs
+ Et contemplant ton soulier
+ Sous l'escalier,
+
+ Maint page épris du hasard,
+ Maint seigneur et maint Ronsard
+ Epieraient pour le déduit
+ Ton frais réduit!
+
+ Tu compterais dans tes lits
+ Plus de baisers que de lis
+ Et rangerais sous tes lois
+ Plus d'un Valois!
+
+ \textemdash Cependant tu vas gueusant
+ Quelque vieux débris gisant
+ Au seuil de quelque Véfour
+ De carrefour;
+
+ Tu vas lorgnant en dessous
+ Des bijoux de vingt-neuf sous
+ Dont je ne puis, oh! Pardon!
+ Te faire don.
+
+ Va donc, sans autre ornement,
+ Parfum, perles, diamant,
+ Que ta maigre nudité,
+ O ma beauté!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+\newpage
+\begin{sequence}{Le Cygne}
+
+\SousTitre{A Victor Hugo}
+
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+
+ Andromaque, je pense à vous! Ce petit fleuve,
+ Pauvre et triste miroir où jadis resplendit
+ L'immense majesté de vos douleurs de veuve,
+ Ce Simoïs menteur qui par vos pleurs grandit,
+
+ A fécondé soudain ma mémoire fertile,
+ Comme je traversais le nouveau Carrousel.
+ Le vieux Paris n'est plus (la forme d'une ville
+ Change plus vite, hélas! que le coeur d'un mortel);
+
+ Je ne vois qu'en esprit tout ce camp de baraques,
+ Ces tas de chapiteaux ébauchés et de fûts,
+ Les herbes, les gros blocs verdis par l'eau des flaques,
+ Et, brillant aux carreaux, le bric-à-brac confus.
+
+ Là s'étalait jadis une ménagerie;
+ Là je vis, un matin, à l'heure où sous les cieux
+ Froids et clairs le Travail s'éveille, où la voirie
+ Pousse un sombre ouragan dans l'air silencieux,
+
+ Un cygne qui s'était évadé de sa cage,
+ Et, de ses pieds palmés frottant le pavé sec,
+ Sur le sol raboteux traînait son blanc plumage.
+ Près d'un ruisseau sans eau la bête ouvrant le bec
+
+ Baignait nerveusement ses ailes dans la poudre,
+ Et disait, le coeur plein de son beau lac natal:
+ \guillemetleft Eau, quand donc pleuvras-tu? quand tonneras-tu, foudre?\guillemetright
+ Je vois ce malheureux, mythe étrange et fatal,
+
+ Vers le ciel quelquefois, comme l'homme d'Ovide,
+ Vers le ciel ironique et cruellement bleu,
+ Sur son cou convulsif tendant sa tête avide
+ Comme s'il adressait des reproches à Dieu!
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}{}
+\Locus \textus {\previous}
+ Paris change! mais rien dans ma mélancolie
+ N'a bougé! palais neufs, échafaudages, blocs,
+ Vieux faubourgs, tout pour moi devient allégorie
+ Et mes chers souvenirs sont plus lourds que des rocs.
+
+ Aussi devant ce Louvre une image m'opprime:
+ Je pense à mon grand cygne, avec ses gestes fous,
+ Comme les exilés, ridicule et sublime
+ Et rongé d'un désir sans trêve! et puis à vous,
+
+ Andromaque, des bras d'un grand époux tombée,
+ Vil bétail, sous la main du superbe Pyrrhus,
+ Auprès d'un tombeau vide en extase courbée
+ Veuve d'Hector, hélas! et femme d'Hélénus!
+
+ Je pense à la négresse, amaigrie et phtisique
+ Piétinant dans la boue, et cherchant, l'oeil hagard,
+ Les cocotiers absents de la superbe Afrique
+ Derrière la muraille immense du brouillard;
+
+ A quiconque a perdu ce qui ne se retrouve
+ Jamais, jamais! à ceux qui s'abreuvent de pleurs
+ Et tètent la Douleur comme une bonne louve!
+ Aux maigres orphelins séchant comme des fleurs!
+
+ Ainsi dans la forêt où mon esprit s'exile
+ Un vieux Souvenir sonne à plein souffle du cor!
+ Je pense aux matelots oubliés dans une île,
+ Aux captifs, aux vaincus!... à bien d'autres encor!
+
+\end{poeme}
+\end{sequence}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Les Sept Vieillards}
+
+\SousTitre{A Victor Hugo}
+
+ Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rêves,
+ Où le spectre en plein jour raccroche le passant!
+ Les mystères partout coulent comme des sèves
+ Dans les canaux étroits du colosse puissant.
+
+ Un matin, cependant que dans la triste rue
+ Les maisons, dont la brume allongeait la hauteur,
+ Simulaient les deux quais d'une rivière accrue,
+ Et que, décor semblable à l'âme de l'acteur,
+
+ Un brouillard sale et jaune inondait tout l'espace,
+ Je suivais, roidissant mes nerfs comme un héros
+ Et discutant avec mon âme déjà lasse,
+ Le faubourg secoué par les lourds tombereaux.
+
+ Tout à coup, un vieillard dont les guenilles jaunes
+ Imitaient la couleur de ce ciel pluvieux,
+ Et dont l'aspect aurait fait pleuvoir les aumônes,
+ Sans la méchanceté qui luisait dans ses yeux,
+
+ M'apparut. On eût dit sa prunelle trempée
+ Dans le fiel; son regard aiguisait les frimas,
+ Et sa barbe à longs poils, roide comme une épée,
+ Se projetait, pareille à celle de Judas.
+
+ Il n'était pas voûté, mais cassé, son échine
+ Faisant avec sa jambe un parfait angle droit,
+ Si bien que son bâton, parachevant sa mine,
+ Lui donnait la tournure et le pas maladroit
+
+ D'un quadrupède infirme ou d'un juif à trois pattes.
+ Dans la neige et la boue il allait s'empêtrant,
+ Comme s'il écrasait des morts sous ses savates,
+ Hostile à l'univers plutôt qu'indifférent.
+
+ Son pareil le suivait: barbe, oeil, dos, bâton, loques,
+ Nul trait ne distinguait, du même enfer venu,
+ Ce jumeau centenaire, et ces spectres baroques
+ Marchaient du même pas vers un but inconnu.
+
+ A quel complot infâme étais-je donc en butte,
+ Ou quel méchant hasard ainsi m'humiliait?
+ Car je comptai sept fois, de minute en minute,
+ Ce sinistre vieillard qui se multipliait!
+
+ Que celui-là qui rit de mon inquiétude
+ Et qui n'est pas saisi d'un frisson fraternel
+ Songe bien que malgré tant de décrépitude
+ Ces sept monstres hideux avaient l'air éternel!
+
+ Aurais je, sans mourir, contemplé le huitième,
+ Sosie inexorable, ironique et fatal
+ Dégoûtant Phénix, fils et père de lui-même?
+ \textemdash Mais je tournai le dos au cortège infernal.
+
+ Exaspéré comme un ivrogne qui voit double,
+ Je rentrai, je fermai ma porte, épouvanté,
+ Malade et morfondu, l'esprit fiévreux et trouble,
+ Blessé par le mystère et par l'absurdité!
+
+ Vainement ma raison voulait prendre la barre;
+ La tempête en jouant déroutait ses efforts,
+ Et mon âme dansait, dansait, vieille gabarre
+ Sans mâts, sur une mer monstrueuse et sans bords!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{sequence}{Les Petites Vieilles}
+
+\SousTitre{A Victor Hugo}
+
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+
+ Dans les plis sinueux des vieilles capitales,
+ Où tout, même l'horreur, tourne aux enchantements,
+ Je guette, obéissant à mes humeurs fatales,
+ Des êtres singuliers, décrépits et charmants.
+
+ Ces monstres disloqués furent jadis des femmes,
+ Eponine ou Laïs! Monstres brisés, bossus
+ Ou tordus, aimons-les! ce sont encor des âmes.
+ Sous des jupons troués et sous de froids tissus
+
+ Ils rampent, flagellés par les bises iniques,
+ Frémissant au fracas roulant des omnibus,
+ Et serrant sur leur flanc, ainsi que des reliques,
+ Un petit sac brodé de fleurs ou de rébus;
+
+ Ils trottent, tout pareils à des marionnettes;
+ Se traînent, comme font les animaux blessés,
+ Ou dansent, sans vouloir danser, pauvres sonnettes
+ Où se pend un Démon sans pitié! Tout cassés
+
+ Qu'ils sont, ils ont des yeux perçants comme une vrille,
+ Luisants comme ces trous où l'eau dort dans la nuit;
+ Ils ont les yeux divins de la petite fille
+ Qui s'étonne et qui rit à tout ce qui reluit.
+
+ \textemdash Avez-vous observé que maints cercueils de vieilles
+ Sont presque aussi petits que celui d'un enfant?
+ La Mort savante met dans ces bières pareilles
+ Un symbole d'un goût bizarre et captivant,
+
+ Et lorsque j'entrevois un fantôme débile
+ Traversant de Paris le fourmillant tableau,
+ Il me semble toujours que cet être fragile
+ S'en va tout doucement vers un nouveau berceau;
+
+ A moins que, méditant sur la géométrie,
+ Je ne cherche, à l'aspect de ces membres discords,
+ Combien de fois il faut que l'ouvrier varie
+ La forme de la boîte où l'on met tous ces corps.
+
+ \textemdash Ces yeux sont des puits faits d'un million de larmes,
+ Des creusets qu'un métal refroidi pailleta...
+ Ces yeux mystérieux ont d'invincibles charmes
+ Pour celui que l'austère Infortune allaita!
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+ De Frascati défunt Vestale enamourée;
+ Prêtresse de Thalie, hélas! dont le souffleur
+ Enterré sait le nom; célèbre évaporée
+ Que Tivoli jadis ombragea dans sa fleur,
+
+ Toutes m'enivrent; mais parmi ces êtres frêles
+ Il en est qui, faisant de la douleur un miel,
+ Ont dit au Dévouement qui leur prêtait ses ailes:
+ Hippogriffe puissant, mène-moi jusqu'au ciel!
+
+ L'une, par sa patrie au malheur exercée,
+ L'autre, que son époux surchargea de douleurs,
+ L'autre, par son enfant Madone transpercée,
+ Toutes auraient pu faire un fleuve avec leurs pleurs!
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+ Ah! que j'en ai suivi de ces petites vieilles!
+ Une, entre autres, à l'heure où le soleil tombant
+ Ensanglante le ciel de blessures vermeilles,
+ Pensive, s'asseyait à l'écart sur un banc,
+
+ Pour entendre un de ces concerts, riches de cuivre,
+ Dont les soldats parfois inondent nos jardins,
+ Et qui, dans ces soirs d'or où l'on se sent revivre,
+ Versent quelque héroïsme au coeur des citadins.
+
+ Celle-là, droite encor, fière et sentant la règle,
+ Humait avidement ce chant vif et guerrier;
+ Son oeil parfois s'ouvrait comme l'oeil d'un vieil aigle;
+ Son front de marbre avait l'air fait pour le laurier!
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+ Telles vous cheminez, stoïques et sans plaintes,
+ A travers le chaos des vivantes cités,
+ Mères au coeur saignant, courtisanes ou saintes,
+ Dont autrefois les noms par tous étaient cités.
+
+ Vous qui fûtes la grâce ou qui fûtes la gloires,
+ Nul ne vous reconnaît! un ivrogne incivil
+ Vous insulte en passant d'un amour dérisoire;
+ Sur vos talons gambade un enfant lâche et vil.
+
+ Honteuses d'exister, ombres ratatinées,
+ Peureuses, le dos bas, vous côtoyez les murs;
+ Et nul ne vous salue, étranges destinées!
+ Débris d'humanité pour l'éternité mûrs!
+
+ Mais moi, moi qui de loin tendrement vous surveille,
+ L'oeil inquiet, fixé sur vos pas incertains,
+ Tout comme si j'étais votre père, ô merveille!
+ Je goûte à votre insu des plaisirs clandestins:
+
+ Je vois s'épanouir vos passions novices;
+ Sombres ou lumineux, je vis vos jours perdus;
+ Mon coeur multiplié jouit de tous vos vices!
+ Mon âme resplendit de toutes vos vertus!
+
+ Ruines! ma famille! ô cerveaux congénères!
+ Je vous fais chaque soir un solennel adieu!
+ Où serez-vous demain, Eves octogénaires,
+ Sur qui pèse la griffe effroyable de Dieu?
+
+\end{poeme}
+\end{sequence}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Les Aveugles}
+
+ Contemple-les, mon âme; ils sont vraiment affreux!
+ Pareils aux mannequins; vaguement ridicules;
+ Terribles, singuliers comme les somnambules;
+ Dardant on ne sait où leurs globes ténébreux.
+
+ Leurs yeux, d'où la divine étincelle est partie,
+ Comme s'ils regardaient au loin, restent levés
+ Au ciel; on ne les voit jamais vers les pavés
+ Pencher rêveusement leur tête appesantie.
+
+ Ils traversent ainsi le noir illimité,
+ Ce frère du silence éternel. O cité!
+ Pendant qu'autour de nous tu chantes, ris et beugles,
+
+ Eprise du plaisir jusqu'à l'atrocité,
+ Vois! je me traîne aussi! mais, plus qu'eux hébété,
+ Je dis: Que cherchent-ils au Ciel, tous ces aveugles?
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{A une passante}
+
+ La rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait.
+ Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,
+ Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuse
+ Soulevant, balançant le feston et l'ourlet;
+
+ Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue.
+ Moi, je buvais, crispé comme un extravagant,
+ Dans son oeil, ciel livide où germe l'ouragan,
+ La douceur qui fascine et le plaisir qui tue.
+
+ Un éclair... puis la nuit! \textemdash Fugitive beauté
+ Dont le regard m'a fait soudainement renaître,
+ Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l'éternité?
+
+ Ailleurs, bien loin d'ici! trop tard! jamais peut-être!
+ Car j'ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais,
+ O toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{sequence}{Le Squelette de la Douleur}
+
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+ Dans les planches d'anatomie
+ Qui traînent sur ces quais poudreux
+ Où maint livre cadavéreux
+ Dort comme une antique momie,
+
+ Dessins auxquels la gravité
+ Et le savoir d'un vieil artiste,
+ Bien que le sujet en soit triste,
+ Ont communiqué la Beauté,
+
+ On voit, ce qui rend plus complètes
+ Ces mystérieuses horreurs,
+ Bêchant comme des laboureurs,
+ Des Ecorchés et des Squelettes.
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+
+ De ce terrain que vous fouillez,
+ Manants résignés et funèbres
+ De tout l'effort de vos vertèbres,
+ Ou de vos muscles dépouillés,
+
+ Dites, quelle moisson étrange,
+ Forçats arrachés au charnier,
+ Tirez-vous, et de quel fermier
+ Avez-vous à remplir la grange?
+
+ Voulez-vous (d'un destin trop dur
+ Epouvantable et clair emblème!)
+ Montrer que dans la fosse même
+ Le sommeil promis n'est pas sûr;
+
+ Qu'envers nous le Néant est traître;
+ Que tout, même la Mort, nous ment,
+ Et que sempiternellement
+ Hélas! il nous faudra peut-être
+
+ Dans quelque pays inconnu
+ Ecorcher la terre revêche
+ Et pousser une lourde bêche
+ Sous notre pied sanglant et nu?
+
+\end{poeme}
+\end{sequence}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{Le Crépuscule du Soir}
+
+ Voici le soir charmant, ami du criminel;
+ I vient comme un complice, à pas de loup; le ciel
+ Se ferme lentement comme une grande alcôve,
+ Et l'homme impatient se change en bête fauve.
+
+ O soir, aimable soir, désiré par celui
+ Dont les bras, sans mentir, peuvent dire: Aujourd'hui
+ Nous avons travaillé! \textemdash C'est le soir qui soulage
+ Les esprits que dévore une douleur sauvage,
+ Le savant obstiné dont le front s'alourdit,
+ Et l'ouvrier courbé qui regagne son lit.
+ Cependant des démons malsains dans l'atmosphère
+ S'éveillent lourdement, comme des gens d'affaire,
+ Et cognent en volant les volets et l'auvent.
+ A travers les lueurs que tourmente le vent
+ La Prostitution s'allume dans les rues;
+ Comme une fourmilière elle ouvre ses issues;
+ Partout elle se fraye un occulte chemin,
+ Ainsi que l'ennemi qui tente un coup de main;
+ Elle remue au sein de la cité de fange
+ Comme un ver qui dérobe à l'Homme ce qu'il mange.
+ On entend çà et là les cuisines siffler,
+ Les théâtres glapir, les orchestres ronfler;
+ Les tables d'hôte, dont le jeu fait les délices,
+ S'emplissent de catins et d'escrocs, leurs complices,
+ Et les voleurs, qui n'ont ni trêve ni merci,
+ Vont bientôt commencer leur travail, eux aussi,
+ Et forcer doucement les portes et les caisses
+ Pour vivre quelques jours et vêtir leurs maîtresses.
+
+ Recueille-toi, mon âme, en ce grave moment,
+ Et ferme ton oreille à ce rugissement.
+ C'est l'heure où les douleurs des malades s'aigrissent!
+ La sombre Nuit les prend à la gorge; ils finissent
+ Leur destinée et vont vers le gouffre commun;
+ L'hôpital se remplit de leurs soupirs. \textemdash Plus d'un
+ Ne viendra plus chercher la soupe parfumée,
+ Au coin du feu, le soir, auprès d'une âme aimée.
+
+ Encore la plupart n'ont-ils jamais connu
+ La douceur du foyer et n'ont jamais vécu!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Le Jeu}
+
+ Dans des fauteuils fanés des courtisanes vieilles,
+ Pâles, le sourcil peint, l'oeil câlin et fatal,
+ Minaudant, et faisant de leurs maigres oreilles
+ Tomber un cliquetis de pierre et de métal;
+
+ Autour des verts tapis des visages sans lèvre,
+ Des lèvres sans couleur, des mâchoires sans dent,
+ Et des doigts convulsés d'une infernale fièvre,
+ Fouillant la poche vide ou le sein palpitant;
+
+ Sous de sales plafonds un rang de pâles lustres
+ Et d'énormes quinquets projetant leurs lueurs
+ Sur des fronts ténébreux de poètes illustres
+ Qui viennent gaspiller leurs sanglantes sueurs;
+
+ Voilà le noir tableau qu'en un rêve nocturne
+ Je vis se dérouler sous mon oeil clairvoyant.
+ Moi-même, dans un coin de l'antre taciturne,
+ Je me vis accoudé, froid, muet, enviant,
+
+ Enviant de ces gens la passion tenace,
+ De ces vieilles putains la funèbre gaieté,
+ Et tous gaillardement trafiquant à ma face,
+ L'un de son vieil honneur, l'autre de sa beauté!
+
+ Et mon coeur s'effraya d'envier maint pauvre homme
+ Courant avec ferveur à l'abîme béant,
+ Et qui, soûl de son sang, préférerait en somme
+ La douleur à la mort et l'enfer au néant!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Danse macabre}
+
+\SousTitre{A Ernest Christophe}
+
+ Fière, autant qu'un vivant, de sa noble stature
+ Avec son gros bouquet, son mouchoir et ses gants
+ Elle a la nonchalance et la désinvolture
+ D'une coquette maigre aux airs extravagants.
+
+ Vit-on jamais au bal une taille plus mince?
+ Sa robe exagérée, en sa royale ampleur,
+ S'écroule abondamment sur un pied sec que pince
+ Un soulier pomponné, joli comme une fleur.
+
+ La ruche qui se joue au bord des clavicules,
+ Comme un ruisseau lascif qui se frotte au rocher,
+ Défend pudiquement des lazzi ridicules
+ Les funèbres appas qu'elle tient à cacher.
+
+ Ses yeux profonds sont faits de vide et de ténèbres,
+ Et son crâne, de fleurs artistement coiffé,
+ Oscille mollement sur ses frêles vertèbres.
+ O charme d'un néant follement attifé.
+
+ Aucuns t'appelleront une caricature,
+ Qui ne comprennent pas, amants ivres de chair,
+ L'élégance sans nom de l'humaine armature.
+ Tu réponds, grand squelette, à mon goût le plus cher!
+
+ Viens-tu troubler, avec ta puissante grimace,
+ La fête de la Vie? ou quelque vieux désir,
+ Eperonnant encor ta vivante carcasse,
+ Te pousse-t-il, crédule, au sabbat du Plaisir?
+
+ Au chant des violons, aux flammes des bougies,
+ Espères-tu chasser ton cauchemar moqueur,
+ Et viens-tu demander au torrent des orgies
+ De rafraîchir l'enfer allumé dans ton coeur?
+
+ Inépuisable puits de sottise et de fautes!
+ De l'antique douleur éternel alambic!
+ A travers le treillis recourbé de tes côtes
+ Je vois, errant encor, l'insatiable aspic.
+
+ Pour dire vrai, je crains que ta coquetterie
+ Ne trouve pas un prix digne de ses efforts
+ Qui, de ces coeurs mortels, entend la raillerie?
+ Les charmes de l'horreur n'enivrent que les forts!
+
+ Le gouffre de tes yeux, plein d'horribles pensées,
+ Exhale le vertige, et les danseurs prudents
+ Ne contempleront pas sans d'amères nausées
+ Le sourire éternel de tes trente-deux dents.
+
+ Pourtant, qui n'a serré dans ses bras un squelette,
+ Et qui ne s'est nourri des choses du tombeau?
+ Qu'importe le parfum, l'habit ou la toilette?
+ Qui fait le dégoûté montre qu'il se croit beau.
+
+ Bayadère sans nez, irrésistible gouge,
+ Dis donc à ces danseurs qui font les offusqués:
+ \guillemetleft Fiers mignons, malgré l'art des poudres et du rouge
+ Vous sentez tous la mort! O squelettes musqués,
+
+ Antinoüs flétris, dandys à face glabre,
+ Cadavres vernissés, lovelaces chenus,
+ Le branle universel de la danse macabre
+ Vous entraîne en des lieux qui ne sont pas connus!
+
+ Des quais froids de la Seine aux bords brûlants du Gange,
+ Le troupeau mortel saute et se pâme, sans voir
+ Dans un trou du plafond la trompette de l'Ange
+ Sinistrement béante ainsi qu'un tromblon noir.
+
+ En tout climat, sous tout soleil, la Mort t'admire
+ En tes contorsions, risible Humanité
+ Et souvent, comme toi, se parfumant de myrrhe,
+ Mêle son ironie à ton insanité!\guillemetright
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{L'Amour du Mensonge}
+
+ Quand je te vois passer, ô ma chère indolente,
+ Au chant des instruments qui se brise au plafond
+ Suspendant ton allure harmonieuse et lente,
+ Et promenant l'ennui de ton regard profond;
+
+ Quand je contemple, aux feux du gaz qui le colore,
+ Ton front pâle, embelli par un morbide attrait,
+ Où les torches du soir allument une aurore,
+ Et tes yeux attirants comme ceux d'un portrait,
+
+ Je me dis: Qu'elle est belle! et bizarrement fraîche!
+ Le souvenir massif, royale et lourde tour,
+ La couronne, et son coeur, meurtri comme une pêche,
+ Est mûr, comme son corps, pour le savant amour.
+
+ Es-tu le fruit d'automne aux saveurs souveraines?
+ Es-tu vase funèbre attendant quelques pleurs,
+ Parfum qui fait rêver aux oasis lointaines,
+ Oreiller caressant, ou corbeille de fleurs?
+
+ Je sais qu'il est des yeux, des plus mélancoliques,
+ Qui ne recèlent point de secrets précieux;
+ Beaux écrins sans joyaux, médaillons sans reliques,
+ Plus vides, plus profonds que vous-mêmes, ô Cieux!
+
+ Mais ne suffit-il pas que tu sois l'apparence,
+ Pour réjouir un coeur qui fuit la vérité?
+ Qu'importe ta bêtise ou ton indifférence?
+ Masque ou décor. salut! T'adore ta beauté.
+
+\end{poeme}{}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{}
+
+\Locus \textus {\previous}
+
+ Je n'ai pas oublié, voisine de la ville,
+ Notre blanche maison, petite mais tranquille;
+ Sa Pomone de plâtre et sa vieille Vénus
+ Dans un bosquet chétif cachant leurs membres nus,
+ Et le soleil, le soir, ruisselant et superbe,
+ Qui, derrière la vitre où se brisait sa gerbe
+ Semblait, grand oeil ouvert dans le ciel curieux,
+ Contempler nos dîners longs et silencieux,
+ Répandant largement ses beaux reflets de cierge
+ Sur la nappe frugale et les rideaux de serge.
+
+\end{poeme}{}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{}
+
+
+ La servante au grand coeur dont vous étiez jalouse,
+ Et qui dort son sommeil sous une humble pelouse,
+ Nous devrions pourtant lui porter quelques fleurs.
+ Les morts, les pauvres morts, ont de grandes douleurs,
+ Et quand Octobre souffle, émondeur des vieux arbres,
+ Son vent mélancolique à l'entour de leurs marbres,
+ Certe, ils doivent trouver les vivants bien ingrats,
+ A dormir, comme ils font, chaudement dans leurs draps,
+ Tandis que, dévorés de noires songeries,
+ Sans compagnon de lit, sans bonnes causeries,
+ Vieux squelettes gelés travaillés par le ver,
+ Ils sentent s'égoutter les neiges de l'hiver
+ Et le siècle couler, sans qu'amis ni famille
+ Remplacent les lambeaux qui pendent à leur grille.
+ Lorsque la bûche siffle et chante, si le soir
+ Calme, dans le fauteuil je la voyais s'asseoir,
+ Si, par une nuit bleue et froide de décembre,
+ Je la trouvais tapie en un coin de ma chambre,
+ Grave, et venant du fond de son lit éternel
+ Couver l'enfant grandi de son oeil maternel,
+ Que pourrais-je répondre à cette âme pieuse,
+ Voyant tomber des pleurs de sa paupière creuse?
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Brumes et Pluies}
+
+ O fins d'automne, hivers, printemps trempés de boue,
+ Endormeuses saisons! je vous aime et vous loue
+ D'envelopper ainsi mon coeur et mon cerveau
+ D'un linceul vaporeux et d'un vague tombeau.
+
+ Dans cette grande plaine où l'autan froid se joue,
+ Où par les longues nuits la girouette s'enroue,
+ Mon âme mieux qu'au temps du tiède renouveau
+ Ouvrira largement ses ailes de corbeau.
+
+ Rien n'est plus doux au coeur plein de choses funèbres,
+ Et sur qui dès longtemps descendent les frimas,
+ O blafardes saisons, reines de nos climats,
+
+ Que l'aspect permanent de vos pâles ténèbres,
+ \textemdash Si ce n'est, par un soir sans lune, deux à deux,
+ D'endormir la douleur sur un lit hasardeux.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{sequence}{Rêve parisien}
+
+\SousTitre{A Constantin Guys}
+
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+ De ce terrible paysage,
+ Tel que jamais mortel n'en vit,
+ Ce matin encore l'image,
+ Vague et lointaine, me ravit.
+
+ Le sommeil est plein de miracles!
+ Par un caprice singulier
+ J'avais banni de ces spectacles
+ Le végétal irrégulier,
+
+ Et, peintre fier de mon génie,
+ Je savourais dans mon tableau
+ L'enivrante monotonie
+ Du métal, du marbre et de l'eau.
+
+ Babel d'escaliers et d'arcades,
+ C'était un palais infini
+ Plein de bassins et de cascades
+ Tombant dans l'or mat ou bruni;
+
+ Et des cataractes pesantes,
+ Comme des rideaux de cristal
+ Se suspendaient, éblouissantes,
+ A des murailles de métal.
+
+ Non d'arbres, mais de colonnades
+ Les étangs dormants s'entouraient
+ Où de gigantesques naïades,
+ Comme des femmes, se miraient.
+
+ Des nappes d'eau s'épanchaient, bleues,
+ Entre des quais roses et verts,
+ Pendant des millions de lieues,
+ Vers les confins de l'univers:
+
+ C'étaient des pierres inouïes
+ Et des flots magiques, c'étaient
+ D'immenses glaces éblouies
+ Par tout ce qu'elles reflétaient!
+
+ Insouciants et taciturnes,
+ Des Ganges, dans le firmament,
+ Versaient le trésor de leurs urnes
+ Dans des gouffres de diamant.
+
+ Architecte de mes féeries,
+ Je faisais, à ma volonté,
+ Sous un tunnel de pierreries
+ Passer un océan dompté;
+
+ Et tout, même la couleur noire,
+ Semblait fourbi, clair, irisé;
+ Le liquide enchâssait sa gloire
+ Dans le rayon cristallisé.
+
+ Nul astre d'ailleurs, nuls vestiges
+ De soleil, même au bas du ciel,
+ Pour illuminer ces prodiges,
+ Qui brillaient d'un feu personnel!
+
+ Et sur ces mouvantes merveilles
+ Planait (terrible nouveauté!
+ Tout pour l'oeil, rien pour les oreilles!)
+ Un silence d'éternité.
+
+\end{poeme}
+\begin{poeme}{}
+
+
+
+ En rouvrant mes yeux pleins de flamme
+ J'ai vu l'horreur de mon taudis,
+ Et senti, rentrant dans mon âme,
+ La pointe des soucis maudits;
+
+ La pendule aux accents funèbres
+ Sonnait brutalement midi,
+ Et le ciel versait des ténèbres
+ Sur le triste monde engourdi.
+
+\end{poeme}
+\end{sequence}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{Le Crépuscule du Matin}
+
+ La diane chantait dans les cours des casernes,
+ Et le vent du matin soufflait sur les lanternes.
+
+ C'était l'heure où l'essaim des rêves malfaisants
+ Tord sur leurs oreillers les bruns adolescents;
+ Où, comme un oeil sanglant qui palpite et qui bouge,
+ La lampe sur le jour fait une tache rouge;
+ Où l'âme, sous le poids du corps revêche et lourd,
+ Imite les combats de la lampe et du jour.
+ Comme un visage en pleurs que les brises essuient,
+ L'air est plein du frisson des choses qui s'enfuient,
+ Et l'homme est las d'écrire et la femme d'aimer.
+
+ Les maisons çà et là commençaient à fumer.
+ Les femmes de plaisir, la paupière livide,
+ Bouche ouverte, dormaient de leur sommeil stupide;
+ Les pauvresses, traînant leurs seins maigres et froids,
+ Soufflaient sur leurs tisons et soufflaient sur leurs doigts.
+ C'était l'heure où parmi le froid et la lésine
+ S'aggravent les douleurs des femmes en gésine;
+ Comme un sanglot coupé par un sang écumeux
+ Le chant du coq au loin déchirait l'air brumeux
+ Une mer de brouillards baignait les édifices,
+ Et les agonisants dans le fond des hospices
+ Poussaient leur dernier râle en hoquets inégaux.
+ Les débauchés rentraient, brisés par leurs travaux.
+
+ L'aurore grelottante en robe rose et verte
+ S'avançait lentement sur la Seine déserte,
+ Et le sombre Paris, en se frottant les yeux
+ Empoignait ses outils, vieillard laborieux.
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\titulus{LE VIN}
+
+
+\begin{poeme}{L'Ame du Vin}
+
+ Un soir, l'âme du vin chantait dans les bouteilles:
+ \guillemetleft Homme, vers toi je pousse, ô cher déshérité,
+ Sous ma prison de verre et mes cires vermeilles,
+ Un chant plein de lumière et de fraternité!
+
+ Je sais combien il faut, sur la colline en flamme,
+ De peine, de sueur et de soleil cuisant
+ Pour engendrer ma vie et pour me donner l'âme;
+ Mais je ne serai point ingrat ni malfaisant,
+
+ Car j'éprouve une joie immense quand je tombe
+ Dans le gosier d'un homme usé par ses travaux,
+ Et sa chaude poitrine est une douce tombe
+ Où je me plais bien mieux que dans mes froids caveaux.
+
+ Entends-tu retentir les refrains des dimanches
+ Et l'espoir qui gazouille en mon sein palpitant?
+ Les coudes sur la table et retroussant tes manches,
+ Tu me glorifieras et tu seras content;
+
+ J'allumerai les yeux de ta femme ravie;
+ A ton fils je rendrai sa force et ses couleurs
+ Et serai pour ce frêle athlète de la vie
+ L'huile qui raffermit les muscles des lutteurs.
+
+ En toi je tomberai, végétale ambroisie,
+ Grain précieux jeté par l'éternel Semeur,
+ Pour que de notre amour naisse la poésie
+ Qui jaillira vers Dieu comme une rare fleur!\guillemetright
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Le Vin de Chiffonniers}
+
+
+ Souvent à la clarté rouge d'un réverbère
+ Dont le vent bat la flamme et tourmente le verre
+ Au coeur d'un vieux faubourg, labyrinthe fangeux
+ Où l'humanité grouille en ferments orageux,
+
+ On voit un chiffonnier qui vient, hochant la tête,
+ Butant, et se cognant aux murs comme un poète,
+ Et, sans prendre souci des mouchards, ses sujets,
+ Epanche tout son coeur en glorieux projets.
+
+ Il prête des serments, dicte des lois sublimes,
+ Terrasse les méchants, relève les victimes,
+ Et sous le firmament comme un dais suspendu
+ S'enivre des splendeurs de sa propre vertu.
+
+ Oui, ces gens harcelés de chagrins de ménage
+ Moulus par le travail et tourmentés par l'âge
+ Ereintés et pliant sous un tas de débris,
+ Vomissement confus de l'énorme Paris,
+
+ Reviennent, parfumés d'une odeur de futailles,
+ Suivis de compagnons, blanchis dans les batailles,
+ Dont la moustache pend comme les vieux drapeaux.
+ Les bannières, les fleurs et les arcs triomphaux
+
+ Se dressent devant eux, solennelle magie!
+ Et dans l'étourdissante et lumineuse orgie
+ Des clairons, du soleil, des cris et du tambour,
+ Ils apportent la gloire au peuple ivre d'amour!
+
+ C'est ainsi qu'à travers l'Humanité frivole
+ Le vin roule de l'or, éblouissant Pactole;
+ Par le gosier de l'homme il chante ses exploits
+ Et règne par ses dons ainsi que les vrais rois.
+
+ Pour noyer la rancoeur et bercer l'indolence
+ De tous ces vieux maudits qui meurent en silence,
+ Dieu, touché de remords, avait fait le sommeil;
+ L'Homme ajouta le Vin, fils sacré du Soleil!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Le Vin de l'Assassin}
+
+ Ma femme est morte, je suis libre!
+ Je puis donc boire tout mon soûl.
+ Lorsque je rentrais sans un sou,
+ Ses cris me déchiraient la fibre.
+
+ Autant qu'un roi je suis heureux;
+ L'air est pur, le ciel admirable...
+ Nous avions un été semblable
+ Lorsque j'en devins amoureux!
+
+ L'horrible soif qui me déchire
+ Aurait besoin pour s'assouvir
+ D'autant de vin qu'en peut tenir
+ Son tombeau; \textemdash ce n'est pas peu dire:
+
+ Je l'ai jetée au fond d'un puits,
+ Et j'ai même poussé sur elle
+ Tous les pavés de la margelle.
+ \textemdash Je l'oublierai si je le puis!
+
+ Au nom des serments de tendresse,
+ Dont rien ne peut nous délier,
+ Et pour nous réconcilier
+ Comme au beau temps de notre ivresse,
+
+ J'implorai d'elle un rendez-vous,
+ Le soir, sur une route obscure.
+ Elle y vint \textemdash folle créature!
+ Nous sommes tous plus ou moins fous!
+
+ Elle était encore jolie,
+ Quoique bien fatiguée! et moi,
+ Je l'aimais trop! voilà pourquoi
+ Je lui dis: Sors de cette vie!
+
+ Nul ne peut me comprendre. Un seul
+ Parmi ces ivrognes stupides
+ Songea-t-il dans ses nuits morbides
+ A faire du vin un linceul?
+
+ Cette crapule invulnérable
+ Comme les machines de fer
+ Jamais, ni l'été ni l'hiver,
+ N'a connu l'amour véritable,
+
+ Avec ses noirs enchantements,
+ Son cortège infernal d'alarmes,
+ Ses fioles de poison, ses larmes,
+ Ses bruits de chaîne et d'ossements!
+
+ \textemdash Me voilà libre et solitaire!
+ Je serai ce soir ivre mort;
+ Alors, sans peur et sans remords,
+ Je me coucherai sur la terre,
+
+ Et je dormirai comme un chien!
+ Le chariot aux lourdes roues
+ Chargé de pierres et de boues,
+ Le wagon enragé peut bien
+
+ Ecraser ma tête coupable
+ Ou me couper par le milieu,
+ Je m'en moque comme de Dieu,
+ Du Diable ou de la Sainte Table!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Vin du Solitaire}
+
+ Le regard singulier d'une femme galante
+ Qui se glisse vers nous comme le rayon blanc
+ Que la lune onduleuse envoie au lac tremblant,
+ Quand elle y veut baigner sa beauté nonchalante;
+
+ Le dernier sac d'écus dans les doigts d'un joueur;
+ Un baiser libertin de la maigre Adeline;
+ Les sons d'une musique énervante et câline,
+ Semblable au cri lointain de l'humaine douleur,
+
+ Tout cela ne vaut pas, ô bouteille profonde,
+ Les baumes pénétrants que ta panse féconde
+ Garde au coeur altéré du poète pieux;
+
+ Tu lui verses l'espoir, la jeunesse et la vie,
+ \textemdash Et l'orgueil, ce trésor de toute gueuserie,
+ Qui nous rend triomphants et semblables aux Dieux!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Vin des Amants}
+
+ Aujourd'hui l'espace est splendide!
+ Sans mors, sans éperons, sans bride,
+ Partons à cheval sur le vin
+ Pour un ciel féerique et divin!
+
+ Comme deux anges que torture
+ Une implacable calenture
+ Dans le bleu cristal du matin
+ Suivons le mirage lointain!
+
+ Mollement balancés sur l'aile
+ Du tourbillon intelligent,
+ Dans un délire parallèle,
+
+ Ma soeur, côte à côte nageant,
+ Nous fuirons sans repos ni trêves
+ Vers le paradis de mes rêves!
+
+
+\titulus{FLEURS DU MAL}
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Destruction}
+
+ Sans cesse à mes côtés s'agite le Démon;
+ Il nage autour de moi comme un air impalpable;
+ Je l'avale et le sens qui brûle mon poumon
+ Et l'emplit d'un désir éternel et coupable.
+
+ Parfois il prend, sachant mon grand amour de l'Art,
+ La forme de la plus séduisante des femmes,
+ Et, sous de spécieux prétextes de cafard,
+ Accoutume ma lèvre à des philtres infâmes.
+
+ Il me conduit ainsi, loin du regard de Dieu,
+ Haletant et brisé de fatigue, au milieu
+ Des plaines de l'Ennui, profondes et désertes,
+
+ Et jette dans mes yeux pleins de confusion
+ Des vêtements souillés, des blessures ouvertes,
+ Et l'appareil sanglant de la Destruction!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Une Martyre}
+
+\SousTitre{Dessin d'un Maître inconnu}
+
+ Au milieu des flacons, des étoffes lamées
+ Et des meubles voluptueux,
+ Des marbres, des tableaux, des robes parfumées
+ Qui traînent à plis somptueux,
+
+ Dans une chambre tiède où, comme en une serre,
+ L'air est dangereux et fatal,
+ Où des bouquets mourants dans leurs cercueils de verre
+ Exhalent leur soupir final,
+
+ Un cadavre sans tête épanche, comme un fleuve,
+ Sur l'oreiller désaltéré
+ Un sang rouge et vivant, dont la toile s'abreuve
+ Avec l'avidité d'un pré.
+
+ Semblable aux visions pâles qu'enfante l'ombre
+ Et qui nous enchaînent les yeux,
+ La tête, avec l'amas de sa crinière sombre
+ Et de ses bijoux précieux,
+
+ Sur la table de nuit, comme une renoncule,
+ Repose; et, vide de pensers,
+ Un regard vague et blanc comme le crépuscule
+ S'échappe des yeux révulsés.
+
+ Sur le lit, le tronc nu sans scrupules étale
+ Dans le plus complet abandon
+ La secrète splendeur et la beauté fatale
+ Dont la nature lui fit don;
+
+ Un bas rosâtre, orné de coins d'or, à la jambe,
+ Comme un souvenir est resté;
+ La jarretière, ainsi qu'un oeil secret qui flambe,
+ Darde un regard diamanté.
+
+ Le singulier aspect de cette solitude
+ Et d'un grand portrait langoureux,
+ Aux yeux provocateurs comme son attitude,
+ Révèle un amour ténébreux,
+
+ Une coupable joie et des fêtes étranges
+ Pleines de baisers infernaux,
+ Dont se réjouissait l'essaim des mauvais anges
+ Nageant dans les plis des rideaux;
+
+ Et cependant, à voir la maigreur élégante
+ De l'épaule au contour heurté,
+ La hanche un peu pointue et la taille fringante
+ Ainsi qu'un reptile irrité,
+
+ Elle est bien jeune encor! \textemdash Son âme exaspérée
+ Et ses sens par l'ennui mordus
+ S'étaient-ils entr'ouverts à la meute altérée
+ Des désirs errants et perdus?
+
+ L'homme vindicatif que tu n'as pu, vivante,
+ Malgré tant d'amour, assouvir,
+ Combla-t-il sur ta chair inerte et complaisante
+ L'immensité de son désir?
+
+ Réponds, cadavre impur! et par tes tresses roides
+ Te soulevant d'un bras fiévreux,
+ Dis-moi, tête effrayante, a-t-il sur tes dents froides
+ Collé les suprêmes adieux?
+
+ \textemdash Loin du monde railleur, loin de la foule impure,
+ Loin des magistrats curieux,
+ Dors en paix, dors en paix, étrange créature,
+ Dans ton tombeau mystérieux;
+
+ Ton époux court le monde, et ta forme immortelle
+ Veille près de lui quand il dort;
+ Autant que toi sans doute il te sera fidèle,
+ Et constant jusques à la mort.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Femmes damnées}
+
+ Comme un bétail pensif sur le sable couchées,
+ Elles tournent leurs yeux vers l'horizon des mers,
+ Et leurs pieds se cherchent et leurs mains rapprochées
+ Ont de douces langueurs et des frissons amers.
+
+ Les unes, coeurs épris des longues confidences,
+ Dans le fond des bosquets où jasent les ruisseaux,
+ Vont épelant l'amour des craintives enfances
+ Et creusent le bois vert des jeunes arbrisseaux;
+
+ D'autres, comme des soeurs, marchent lentes et graves
+ A travers les rochers pleins d'apparitions,
+ Où saint Antoine a vu surgir comme des laves
+ Les seins nus et pourprés de ses tentations;
+
+ Il en est, aux lueurs des résines croulantes,
+ Qui dans le creux muet des vieux antres païens
+ T'appellent au secours de leurs fièvres hurlantes,
+ O Bacchus, endormeur des remords anciens!
+
+ Et d'autres, dont la gorge aime les scapulaires,
+ Qui, recélant un fouet sous leurs longs vêtements,
+ Mêlent, dans le bois sombre et les nuits solitaires,
+ L'écume du plaisir aux larmes des tourments.
+
+ O vierges, ô démons, ô monstres, ô martyres,
+ De la réalité grands esprits contempteurs,
+ Chercheuses d'infini dévotes et satyres,
+ Tantôt pleines de cris, tantôt pleines de pleurs,
+
+ Vous que dans votre enfer mon âme a poursuivies,
+ Pauvres soeurs, je vous aime autant que je vous plains,
+ Pour vos mornes douleurs, vos soifs inassouvies,
+ Et les urnes d'amour dont vos grands coeurs sont pleins
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Les Deux Bonnes Soeurs}
+
+ La Débauche et la Mort sont deux aimables filles,
+ Prodigues de baisers et riches de santé,
+ Dont le flanc toujours vierge et drapé de guenilles
+ Sous l'éternel labeur n'a jamais enfanté.
+
+ Au poète sinistre, ennemi des familles,
+ Favori de l'enfer, courtisan mal renté,
+ Tombeaux et lupanars montrent sous leurs charmilles
+ Un lit que le remords n'a jamais fréquenté.
+
+ Et la bière et l'alcôve en blasphèmes fécondes
+ Nous offrent tour à tour, comme deux bonnes soeurs,
+ De terribles plaisirs et d'affreuses douceurs.
+
+ Quand veux-tu m'enterrer, Débauche aux bras immondes?
+ O Mort, quand viendras-tu, sa rivale en attraits,
+ Sur ses myrtes infects enter tes noirs cyprès?
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Fontaine de Sang}
+
+ Il me semble parfois que mon sang coule à flots,
+ Ainsi qu'une fontaine aux rythmiques sanglots.
+ Je l'entends bien qui coule avec un long murmure,
+ Mais je me tâte en vain pour trouver la blessure.
+
+ A travers la cité, comme dans un champ clos,
+ Il s'en va, transformant les pavés en îlots,
+ Désaltérant la soif de chaque créature,
+ Et partout colorant en rouge la nature.
+
+ J'ai demandé souvent à des vins captieux
+ D'endormir pour un jour la terreur qui me mine;
+ Le vin rend l'oeil plus clair et l'oreille plus fine!
+
+ J'ai cherché dans l'amour un sommeil oublieux;
+ Mais l'amour n'est pour moi qu'un matelas d'aiguilles
+ Fait pour donner à boire à ces cruelles filles!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{Allégorie}
+
+ C'est une femme belle et de riche encolure,
+ Qui laisse dans son vin traîner sa chevelure.
+ Les griffes de l'amour, les poisons du tripot,
+ Tout glisse et tout s'émousse au granit de sa peau.
+ Elle rit à la Mort et nargue la Débauche,
+ Ces monstres dont la main, qui toujours gratte et fauche,
+ Dans ses jeux destructeurs a pourtant respecté
+ De ce corps ferme et droit la rude majesté.
+ Elle marche en déesse et repose en sultane;
+ Elle a dans le plaisir la foi mahométane,
+ Et dans ses bras ouverts, que remplissent ses seins,
+ Elle appelle des yeux la race des humains.
+ Elle croit, elle sait, cette vierge inféconde
+ Et pourtant nécessaire à la marche du monde,
+ Que la beauté du corps est un sublime don
+ Qui de toute infamie arrache le pardon.
+ Elle ignore l'Enfer comme le Purgatoire,
+ Et quand l'heure viendra d'entrer dans la Nuit noire
+ Elle regardera la face de la Mort,
+ Ainsi qu'un nouveau-né, \textemdash sans haine et sans remords.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{La Béatrice}
+
+ Dans des terrains cendreux, calcinés, sans verdure,
+ Comme je me plaignais un jour à la nature,
+ Et que de ma pensée, en vaguant au hasard,
+ J'aiguisais lentement sur mon coeur le poignard,
+ Je vis en plein midi descendre sur ma tête
+ Un nuage funèbre et gros d'une tempête,
+ Qui portait un troupeau de démons vicieux,
+ Semblables à des nains cruels et curieux.
+ A me considérer froidement ils se mirent,
+ Et, comme des passants sur un fou qu'ils admirent,
+ Je les entendis rire et chuchoter entre eux,
+ En échangeant maint signe et maint clignement d'yeux:
+
+ \textemdash \guillemetleft Contemplons à loisir cette caricature
+ Et cette ombre d'Hamlet imitant sa posture,
+ Le regard indécis et les cheveux au vent.
+ N'est-ce pas grand'pitié de voir ce bon vivant,
+ Ce gueux, cet histrion en vacances, ce drôle,
+ Parce qu'il sait jouer artistement son rôle,
+ Vouloir intéresser au chant de ses douleurs
+ Les aigles, les grillons, les ruisseaux et les fleurs,
+ Et même à nous, auteurs de ces vieilles rubriques,
+ Réciter en hurlant ses tirades publiques?\guillemetright
+
+ J'aurais pu (mon orgueil aussi haut que les monts
+ Domine la nuée et le cri des démons)
+ Détourner simplement ma tête souveraine,
+ Si je n'eusse pas vu parmi leur troupe obscène,
+ Crime qui n'a pas fait chanceler le soleil!
+ La reine de mon coeur au regard nonpareil
+ Qui riait avec eux de ma sombre détresse
+ Et leur versait parfois quelque sale caresse.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Un Voyage à Cythère}
+
+ Mon coeur, comme un oiseau, voltigeait tout joyeux
+ Et planait librement à l'entour des cordages;
+ Le navire roulait sous un ciel sans nuages;
+ Comme un ange enivré d'un soleil radieux.
+
+ Quelle est cette île triste et noire? \textemdash C'est Cythère,
+ Nous dit-on, un pays fameux dans les chansons
+ Eldorado banal de tous les vieux garçons.
+ Regardez, après tout, c'est une pauvre terre.
+
+ \textemdash Ile des doux secrets et des fêtes du coeur!
+ De l'antique Vénus le superbe fantôme
+ Au-dessus de tes mers plane comme un arôme
+ Et charge les esprits d'amour et de langueur.
+
+ Belle île aux myrtes verts, pleine de fleurs écloses,
+ Vénérée à jamais par toute nation,
+ Où les soupirs des coeurs en adoration
+ Roulent comme l'encens sur un jardin de roses
+
+ Ou le roucoulement éternel d'un ramier!
+ \textemdash Cythère n'était plus qu'un terrain des plus maigres,
+ Un désert rocailleux troublé par des cris aigres.
+ J'entrevoyais pourtant un objet singulier!
+
+ Ce n'était pas un temple aux ombres bocagères,
+ Où la jeune prêtresse, amoureuse des fleurs,
+ Allait, le corps brûlé de secrètes chaleurs,
+ Entre-bâillant sa robe aux brises passagères;
+
+ Mais voilà qu'en rasant la côte d'assez près
+ Pour troubler les oiseaux avec nos voiles blanches,
+ Nous vîmes que c'était un gibet à trois branches,
+ Du ciel se détachant en noir, comme un cyprès.
+
+ De féroces oiseaux perchés sur leur pâture
+ Détruisaient avec rage un pendu déjà mûr,
+ Chacun plantant, comme un outil, son bec impur
+ Dans tous les coins saignants de cette pourriture;
+
+ Les yeux étaient deux trous, et du ventre effondré
+ Les intestins pesants lui coulaient sur les cuisses,
+ Et ses bourreaux, gorgés de hideuses délices,
+ L'avaient à coups de bec absolument châtré.
+
+ Sous les pieds, un troupeau de jaloux quadrupèdes,
+ Le museau relevé, tournoyait et rôdait;
+ Une plus grande bête au milieu s'agitait
+ Comme un exécuteur entouré de ses aides.
+
+ Habitant de Cythère, enfant d'un ciel si beau,
+ Silencieusement tu souffrais ces insultes
+ En expiation de tes infâmes cultes
+ Et des péchés qui t'ont interdit le tombeau.
+
+ Ridicule pendu, tes douleurs sont les miennes!
+ Je sentis, à l'aspect de tes membres flottants,
+ Comme un vomissement, remonter vers mes dents
+ Le long fleuve de fiel des douleurs anciennes;
+
+ Devant toi, pauvre diable au souvenir si cher,
+ J'ai senti tous les becs et toutes les mâchoires
+ Des corbeaux lancinants et des panthères noires
+ Qui jadis aimaient tant à triturer ma chair.
+
+ \textemdash Le ciel était charmant, la mer était unie;
+ Pour moi tout était noir et sanglant désormais,
+ Hélas! et j'avais, comme en un suaire épais,
+ Le coeur enseveli dans cette allégorie.
+
+ Dans ton île, ô Vénus! je n'ai trouvé debout
+ Qu'un gibet symbolique où pendait mon image...
+ \textemdash Ah! Seigneur! donnez-moi la force et le courage
+ De contempler mon coeur et mon corps sans dégoût!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{L'Amour et le Crâne}
+
+\SousTitre{Vieux cul-de-lampe}
+
+ L'Amour est assis sur le crâne
+ De l'Humanité,
+ Et sur ce trône le profane,
+ Au rire effronté,
+
+ Souffle gaiement des bulles rondes
+ Qui montent dans l'air,
+ Comme pour rejoindre les mondes
+ Au fond de l'éther.
+
+ Le globe lumineux et frêle
+ Prend un grand essor,
+ Crève et crache son âme grêle
+ Comme un songe d'or.
+
+ J'entends le crâne à chaque bulle
+ Prier et gémir:
+ \textemdash \guillemetleft Ce jeu féroce et ridicule,
+ Quand doit-il finir?
+
+ Car ce que ta bouche cruelle
+ Eparpille en l'air,
+ Monstre assassin, c'est ma cervelle,
+ Mon sang et ma chair!\guillemetright
+\end{poeme}
+
+\titulus{REVOLTE }
+
+\begin{poeme}{Le Reniement de Saint Pierre}
+
+ Qu'est-ce que Dieu fait donc de ce flot d'anathèmes
+ Qui monte tous les jours vers ses chers Séraphins?
+ Comme un tyran gorgé de viande et de vins,
+ Il s'endort au doux bruit de nos affreux blasphèmes.
+
+ Les sanglots des martyrs et des suppliciés
+ Sont une symphonie enivrante sans doute,
+ Puisque, malgré le sang que leur volupté coûte,
+ Les cieux ne s'en sont point encore rassasiés!
+
+ \textemdash Ah! Jésus, souviens-toi du Jardin des Olives!
+ Dans ta simplicité tu priais à genoux
+ Celui qui dans son ciel riait au bruit des clous
+ Que d'ignobles bourreaux plantaient dans tes chairs vives,
+
+ Lorsque tu vis cracher sur ta divinité
+ La crapule du corps de garde et des cuisines,
+ Et lorsque tu sentis s'enfoncer les épines
+ Dans ton crâne où vivait l'immense Humanité;
+
+ Quand de ton corps brisé la pesanteur horrible
+ Allongeait tes deux bras distendus, que ton sang
+ Et ta sueur coulaient de ton front pâlissant,
+ Quand tu fus devant tous posé comme une cible,
+
+ Rêvais-tu de ces jours si brillants et si beaux
+ Où tu vins pour remplir l'éternelle promesse,
+ Où tu foulais, monté sur une douce ânesse,
+ Des chemins tout jonchés de fleurs et de rameaux,
+
+ Où, le coeur tout gonflé d'espoir et de vaillance,
+ Tu fouettais tous ces vils marchands à tour de bras,
+ Où tu fus maître enfin? Le remords n'a-t-il pas
+ Pénétré dans ton flanc plus avant que la lance?
+
+ \textemdash Certes, je sortirai, quant à moi, satisfait
+ D'un monde où l'action n'est pas la soeur du rêve;
+ Puissé-je user du glaive et périr par le glaive!
+ Saint Pierre a renié Jésus... il a bien fait!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{sequence}{Abel et Caïn}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\distiques]{}
+
+ Race d'Abel, dors, bois et mange;
+ Dieu te sourit complaisamment.
+
+ Race de Caïn, dans la fange
+ Rampe et meurs misérablement.
+
+ Race d'Abel, ton sacrifice
+ Flatte le nez du Séraphin!
+
+ Race de Caïn, ton supplice
+ Aura-t-il jamais une fin?
+
+ Race d'Abel, vois tes semailles
+ Et ton bétail venir à bien;
+
+ Race de Caïn, tes entrailles
+ Hurlent la faim comme un vieux chien.
+
+ Race d'Abel, chauffe ton ventre
+ A ton foyer patriarcal;
+
+ Race de Caïn, dans ton antre
+ Tremble de froid, pauvre chacal!
+
+ Race d'Abel, aime et pullule!
+ Ton or fait aussi des petits.
+
+ Race de Caïn, coeur qui brûle,
+ Prends garde à ces grands appétits.
+
+ Race d'Abel, tu croîs et broutes
+ Comme les punaises des bois!
+
+ Race de Caïn, sur les routes
+ Traîne ta famille aux abois.
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\distiques]{}
+
+\Locus \textus {\previous}
+
+ Ah! race d'Abel, ta charogne
+ Engraissera le sol fumant!
+
+ Race de Caïn, ta besogne
+ N'est pas faite suffisamment;
+
+ Race d'Abel, voici ta honte:
+ Le fer est vaincu par l'épieu!
+
+ Race de Caïn, au ciel monte,
+ Et sur la terre jette Dieu!
+
+\end{poeme}
+\end{sequence}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\libres]{Les Litanies de Satan}
+
+ O toi, le plus savant et le plus beau des Anges,
+ Dieu trahi par le sort et privé de louanges,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ O Prince de l'exil, à qui l'on a fait tort
+ Et qui, vaincu, toujours te redresses plus fort,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ Toi qui sais tout, grand roi des choses souterraines,
+ Guérisseur familier des angoisses humaines,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ Toi qui, même aux lépreux, aux parias maudits,
+ Enseignes par l'amour le goût du Paradis,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ O toi qui de la Mort, ta vieille et forte amante,
+ Engendras l'Espérance, \textemdash une folle charmante!
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ Toi qui fais au proscrit ce regard calme et haut
+ Qui damne tout un peuple autour d'un échafaud.
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ Toi qui sais en quels coins des terres envieuses
+ Le Dieu jaloux cacha les pierres précieuses,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ Toi dont l'oeil clair connaît les profonds arsenaux
+ Où dort enseveli le peuple des métaux,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ Toi dont la large main cache les précipices
+ Au somnambule errant au bord des édifices,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ Toi qui, magiquement, assouplis les vieux os
+ De l'ivrogne attardé foulé par les chevaux,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ Toi qui, pour consoler l'homme frêle qui souffre,
+ Nous appris à mêler le salpêtre et le soufre,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ Toi qui poses ta marque, ô complice subtil,
+ Sur le front du Crésus impitoyable et vil,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ Toi qui mets dans les yeux et dans le coeur des filles
+ Le culte de la plaie et l'amour des guenilles,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ Bâton des exilés, lampe des inventeurs,
+ Confesseur des pendus et des conspirateurs,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ Père adoptif de ceux qu'en sa noire colère
+ Du paradis terrestre a chassés Dieu le Père,
+
+ O Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
+
+ \SousTitre{prière}
+
+ Gloire et louange à toi, Satan, dans les hauteurs
+ Du Ciel, où tu régnas, et dans les profondeurs
+ De l'Enfer, où, vaincu, tu rêves en silence!
+ Fais que mon âme un jour, sous l'Arbre de Science,
+ Près de toi se repose, à l'heure où sur ton front
+ Comme un Temple nouveau ses rameaux s'épandront!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+
+\titulus{LA MORT}
+
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Mort des Amants}
+
+ Nous aurons des lits pleins d'odeurs légères,
+ Des divans profonds comme des tombeaux,
+ Et d'étranges fleurs sur des étagères,
+ Ecloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux.
+
+ Usant à l'envi leurs chaleurs dernières,
+ Nos deux coeurs seront deux vastes flambeaux,
+ Qui réfléchiront leurs doubles lumières
+ Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux.
+
+ Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
+ Nous échangerons un éclair unique,
+ Comme un long sanglot, tout chargé d'adieux;
+
+ Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,
+ Viendra ranimer, fidèle et joyeux,
+ Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Mort des Pauvres}
+
+ C'est la Mort qui console, hélas! et qui fait vivre;
+ C'est le but de la vie \textemdash et c'est le seul espoir
+ Qui, comme un élixir, nous monte et nous enivre,
+ Et nous donne le coeur de marcher jusqu'au soir;
+
+ A travers la tempête, et la neige, et le givre,
+ C'est la clarté vibrante à notre horizon noir
+ C'est l'auberge fameuse inscrite sur le livre,
+ Où l'on pourra manger, et dormir, et s'asseoir;
+
+ C'est un Ange qui tient dans ses doigts magnétiques
+ Le sommeil et le don des rêves extatiques,
+ Et qui refait le lit des gens pauvres et nus;
+
+ C'est la gloire des Dieux, c'est le grenier mystique,
+ C'est la bourse du pauvre et sa patrie antique,
+ C'est le portique ouvert sur les Cieux inconnus!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Mort des Artistes}
+
+ Combien faut-il de fois secouer mes grelots
+ Et baiser ton front bas, morne caricature?
+ Pour piquer dans le but, de mystique nature,
+ Combien, ô mon carquois, perdre de javelots?
+
+ Nous userons notre âme en de subtils complots,
+ Et nous démolirons mainte lourde armature,
+ Avant de contempler la grande Créature
+ Dont l'infernal désir nous remplit de sanglots!
+
+ Il en est qui jamais n'ont connu leur Idole,
+ Et ces sculpteurs damnés et marqués d'un affront,
+ Qui vont se martelant la poitrine et le front,
+
+ N'ont qu'un espoir, étrange et sombre Capitole!
+ C'est que la Mort, planant comme un soleil nouveau,
+ Fera s'épanouir les fleurs de leur cerveau!
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{La Fin de la Journée}
+
+ Sous une lumière blafarde
+ Court, danse et se tord sans raison
+ La Vie, impudente et criarde.
+ Aussi, sitôt qu'à l'horizon
+
+ La nuit voluptueuse monte,
+ Apaisant tout, même la faim,
+ Effaçant tout, même la honte,
+ Le Poète se dit: \guillemetleft Enfin!
+
+ Mon esprit, comme mes vertèbres,
+ Invoque ardemment le repos;
+ Le coeur plein de songes funèbres,
+
+ Je vais me coucher sur le dos
+ Et me rouler dans vos rideaux,
+ O rafraîchissantes ténèbres!\guillemetright
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+
+\begin{poeme}[\sonnet]{Le Rêve d'un Curieux}
+
+\SousTitre{A Félix Nadar}
+
+ Connais-tu, comme moi, la douleur savoureuse
+ Et de toi fais-tu dire: \guillemetleft Oh! l'homme singulier!\guillemetright
+ \textemdash J'allais mourir. C'était dans mon âme amoureuse
+ Désir mêlé d'horreur, un mal particulier;
+
+ Angoisse et vif espoir, sans humeur factieuse.
+ Plus allait se vidant le fatal sablier,
+ Plus ma torture était âpre et délicieuse;
+ Tout mon coeur s'arrachait au monde familier.
+
+ J'étais comme l'enfant avide du spectacle,
+ Haïssant le rideau comme on hait un obstacle...
+ Enfin la vérité froide se révéla:
+
+ J'étais mort sans surprise, et la terrible aurore
+ M'enveloppait. \textemdash Eh quoi! n'est-ce donc que cela?
+ La toile était levée et j'attendais encore.
+
+
+\end{poeme}
+
+\begin{poeme}{Le Voyage}
+
+\SousTitre{A Maxime du Camp}
+
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+ Pour l'enfant, amoureux de cartes et d'estampes,
+ L'univers est égal à son vaste appétit.
+ Ah! que le monde est grand à la clarté des lampes!
+ Aux yeux du souvenir que le monde est petit!
+
+ Un matin nous partons, le cerveau plein de flamme,
+ Le coeur gros de rancune et de désirs amers,
+ Et nous allons, suivant le rythme de la lame,
+ Berçant notre infini sur le fini des mers:
+
+ Les uns, joyeux de fuir une patrie infâme;
+ D'autres, l'horreur de leurs berceaux, et quelques-uns,
+ Astrologues noyés dans les yeux d'une femme,
+ La Circé tyrannique aux dangereux parfums.
+
+ Pour n'être pas changés en bêtes, ils s'enivrent
+ D'espace et de lumière et de cieux embrasés;
+ La glace qui les mord, les soleils qui les cuivrent,
+ Effacent lentement la marque des baisers.
+
+ Mais les vrais voyageurs sont ceux-là seuls qui partent
+ Pour partir; coeurs légers, semblables aux ballons,
+ De leur fatalité jamais ils ne s'écartent,
+ Et, sans savoir pourquoi, disent toujours: Allons!
+
+ Ceux-là dont les désirs ont la forme des nues,
+ Et qui rêvent, ainsi qu'un conscrit le canon,
+ De vastes voluptés, changeantes, inconnues,
+ Et dont l'esprit humain n'a jamais su le nom!
+
+\Nombre
+
+ Nous imitons, horreur! la toupie et la boule
+ Dans leur valse et leurs bonds; même dans nos sommeils
+ La Curiosité nous tourmente et nous roule
+ Comme un Ange cruel qui fouette des soleils.
+
+ Singulière fortune où le but se déplace,
+ Et, n'étant nulle part, peut être n'importe où!
+ Où l'Homme, dont jamais l'espérance n'est lasse,
+ Pour trouver le repos court toujours comme un fou!
+
+ Notre âme est un trois-mâts cherchant son Icarie;
+ Une voix retentit sur le pont: \guillemetleft Ouvre l'oeil!\guillemetright
+ Une voix de la hune, ardente et folle, crie:
+ \guillemetleft Amour... gloire... bonheur!\guillemetright Enfer! c'est un écueil!
+
+ Chaque îlot signalé par l'homme de vigie
+ Est un Eldorado promis par le Destin;
+ L'Imagination qui dresse son orgie
+ Ne trouve qu'un récif aux clartés du matin.
+
+ O le pauvre amoureux des pays chimériques!
+ Faut-il le mettre aux fers, le jeter à la mer,
+ Ce matelot ivrogne, inventeur d'Amériques
+ Dont le mirage rend le gouffre plus amer?
+
+ Tel le vieux vagabond, piétinant dans la boue,
+ Rêve, le nez en l'air, de brillants paradis;
+ Son oeil ensorcelé découvre une Capoue
+ Partout où la chandelle illumine un taudis.
+
+\Nombre
+ Etonnants voyageurs! quelles nobles histoires
+ Nous lisons dans vos yeux profonds comme les mers!
+ Montrez-nous les écrins de vos riches mémoires,
+ Ces bijoux merveilleux, faits d'astres et d'éthers.
+
+ Nous voulons voyager sans vapeur et sans voile!
+ Faites, pour égayer l'ennui de nos prisons,
+ Passer sur nos esprits, tendus comme une toile,
+ Vos souvenirs avec leurs cadres d'horizons.
+
+ Dites, qu'avez-vous vu? \\
+
+\Nombre
+
+
+ \guillemetleft Nous avons vu des astres
+ Et des flots, nous avons vu des sables aussi;
+ Et, malgré bien des chocs et d'imprévus désastres,
+ Nous nous sommes souvent ennuyés, comme ici.
+
+ La gloire du soleil sur la mer violette,
+ La gloire des cités dans le soleil couchant,
+ Allumaient dans nos coeurs une ardeur inquiète
+ De plonger dans un ciel au reflet alléchant.
+
+ Les plus riches cités, les plus grands paysages,
+ Jamais ne contenaient l'attrait mystérieux
+ De ceux que le hasard fait avec les nuages.
+ Et toujours le désir nous rendait soucieux!
+
+ \textemdash La jouissance ajoute au désir de la force.
+ Désir, vieil arbre à qui le plaisir sert d'engrais,
+ Cependant que grossit et durcit ton écorce,
+ Tes branches veulent voir le soleil de plus près!
+
+ Grandiras-tu toujours, grand arbre plus vivace
+ Que le cyprès? \textemdash Pourtant nous avons, avec soin,
+ Cueilli quelques croquis pour votre album vorace
+ Frères qui trouvez beau tout ce qui vient de loin!
+
+ Nous avons salué des idoles à trompe;
+ Des trônes constellés de joyaux lumineux;
+ Des palais ouvragés dont la féerique pompe
+ Serait pour vos banquiers un rêve ruineux;
+
+ Des costumes qui sont pour les yeux une ivresse;
+ Des femmes dont les dents et les ongles sont teints,
+ Et des jongleurs savants que le serpent caresse.\guillemetright
+
+\Nombre
+
+ Et puis, et puis encore? \\
+
+\Nombre
+
+ \guillemetleft O cerveaux enfantins!
+ Pour ne pas oublier la chose capitale,
+ Nous avons vu partout, et sans l'avoir cherché,
+ Du haut jusques en bas de l'échelle fatale,
+ Le spectacle ennuyeux de l'immortel péché:
+
+ La femme, esclave vile, orgueilleuse et stupide,
+ Sans rire s'adorant et s'aimant sans dégoût;
+ L'homme, tyran goulu, paillard, dur et cupide,
+ Esclave de l'esclave et ruisseau dans l'égout;
+
+ Le bourreau qui jouit, le martyr qui sanglote;
+ La fête qu'assaisonne et parfume le sang;
+ Le poison du pouvoir énervant le despote,
+ Et le peuple amoureux du fouet abrutissant;
+
+ Plusieurs religions semblables à la nôtre,
+ Toutes escaladant le ciel; la Sainteté,
+ Comme en un lit de plume un délicat se vautre,
+ Dans les clous et le crin cherchant la volupté;
+
+ L'Humanité bavarde, ivre de son génie,
+ Et, folle maintenant comme elle était jadis,
+ Criant à Dieu, dans sa furibonde agonie:
+ \guillemetleft O mon semblable, mon maître, je te maudis!\guillemetright
+
+ Et les moins sots, hardis amants de la Démence,
+ Fuyant le grand troupeau parqué par le Destin,
+ Et se réfugiant dans l'opium immense!
+ \textemdash Tel est du globe entier l'éternel bulletin.\guillemetright
+
+\Nombre
+
+
+ Amer savoir, celui qu'on tire du voyage!
+ Le monde, monotone et petit, aujourd'hui,
+ Hier, demain, toujours, nous fait voir notre image:
+ Une oasis d'horreur dans un désert d'ennui!
+
+ Faut-il partir? rester? Si tu peux rester, reste;
+ Pars, s'il le faut. L'un court, et l'autre se tapit
+ Pour tromper l'ennemi vigilant et funeste,
+ Le Temps! Il est, hélas! des coureurs sans répit,
+
+ Comme le Juif errant et comme les apôtres,
+ A qui rien ne suffit, ni wagon ni vaisseau,
+ Pour fuir ce rétiaire infâme; il en est d'autres
+ Qui savent le tuer sans quitter leur berceau.
+
+ Lorsque enfin il mettra le pied sur notre échine,
+ Nous pourrons espérer et crier: En avant!
+ De même qu'autrefois nous partions pour la Chine,
+ Les yeux fixés au large et les cheveux au vent,
+
+ Nous nous embarquerons sur la mer des Ténèbres
+ Avec le coeur joyeux d'un jeune passager.
+ Entendez-vous ces voix charmantes et funèbres,
+ Qui chantent: \guillemetleft Par ici vous qui voulez manger
+
+ Le Lotus parfumé! c'est ici qu'on vendange
+ Les fruits miraculeux dont votre coeur a faim;
+ Venez vous enivrer de la douceur étrange
+ De cette après-midi qui n'a jamais de fin!\guillemetright
+
+ A l'accent familier nous devinons le spectre;
+ Nos Pylades là-bas tendent leurs bras vers nous.
+ \guillemetleft Pour rafraîchir ton coeur nage vers ton Electre!\guillemetright
+ Dit celle dont jadis nous baisions les genoux.
+
+\Nombre
+
+
+ O Mort, vieux capitaine, il est temps! levons l'ancre!
+ Ce pays nous ennuie, ô Mort! Appareillons!
+ Si le ciel et la mer sont noirs comme de l'encre,
+ Nos coeurs que tu connais sont remplis de rayons!
+
+ Verse-nous ton poison pour qu'il nous réconforte!
+ Nous voulons, tant ce feu nous brûle le cerveau,
+ Plonger au fond du gouffre, Enfer ou Ciel, qu'importe?
+ Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du nouveau!
+
+\end{poeme}
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+\ExampleTitle [i]{Ugo Foscolo}
+ {Poesie e Prose}
+ {Classici Italiani, Rusconi, 1987}
+
+
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+\Titulus{\notheadline{29 Aprile}\headline{Da' colli Euganei}}
+
+\CV Vicino a lei io sono sì pieno di vita che appena sento di
+vivere. Così quand'io mi desto dopo un pacifico sonno, se il
+raggio di Sole mi riflette su gli occhi, la mia vista si
+abbaglia e si perde in un torrente di luce.
+
+\cv Da gran tempo mi lagno della inerzia in cui vivo. Al riaprirsi
+della primavera mi proponeva di studiare botanica; e in due settimane
+io aveva raccattato su per le balze parecchie dozzine di piante che
+adesso non so più dove me le abbia riposte. Mi sono assai volte
+dimenticato il mio Linneo sopra i sedili del giardino, o appié di
+qualche albero; l'ho finalmente perduto. Jeri Michele me ne ha recato
+due foglj tutti umidi di rugiada; e stamattina mi ha recato notizia
+che il rimanente era stato mal concio dal cane dell'ortolano.
+\cv Teresa mi sgrida: per compiacerle m'accingo a scrivere; ma sebbene
+incominci con la più bella vocazione che mai, non so andar innanzi
+per più di tre o quattro periodi. Mi assumo mille argomenti; mi
+s'affacciano mille idee: scelgo, rigetto, poi torno a scegliere;
+scrivo finalmente, straccio, cancello, e perdo spesso mattina e sera:
+la mente si stanca, le dita abbandonano la penna, e mi avvengo d'avere
+gittato il tempo e la fatica. \textendash \cv Se non che t'ho detto
+che lo scrivere libri la è cosa da più e da meno delle mie forze:
+aggiungi lo stato dell'animo mio, e t'accorgerai che s'io ti scrivo
+ogni tanto una lettera, non è poco. \textendash{} Oh la scimunita
+figura ch'io fo quand'ella siede lavorando, ed io leggo! M'interrompo
+a ogni tratto, ed ella: Proseguite! Torno a leggere: dopo due carte la
+mia pronunzia diventa più rapida e termina borbottando in cadenza. \cv
+Teresa s'affanna: Deh leggete un po' ch'io v'intenda! \textendash{} io
+continuo; ma gli occhi miei, non so come, si sviano disavvedutamente
+dal libro, e si trovano immobili su quell'angelico viso. Divento
+muto; cade il libro e si chiude; perdo il segno, né so più ritrovarlo
+\textendash{} Teresa vorrebbe adirarsi; e sorride.
+
+\cv Pur se afferrassi tutti i pensieri che mi passano per fantasia!
+\textendash{} ne vo notando su' cartoni e su' margini del mio
+Plutarco; se non che, non sì tosto scritti, m'escono dalla mente;
+e quando poi li cerco sovra la carta, ritrovo aborti d'idee scarne
+sconnesse, freddissime. Questo ripiego di notare i pensieri, anzi
+che lasciarli maturare dentro l'ingegno, è pur misero! \textendash{}
+ma così si fanno de' libri composti d'altrui libri a mosaico.
+\textendash{} E a me pure, fuor d'intenzione, è venuto fatto un
+mosaico. \textendash{} \cv In un libretto inglese ho trovato un
+racconto di sciagura; e mi pareva a ogni frase di leggere le disgrazie
+della povera Lauretta: \textendash{} il Sole illumina da per tutto
+ed ogni anno i medesimi guai su la terra! \textendash{} Or io per
+non parere di scioperare mi sono provato di scrivere i casi di
+Lauretta, traducendo per l'appunto quella parte del libro inglese, e
+togliendovi, mutando, aggiungendo assai poco di mio, avrei raccontato
+il vero, mentre forse il mio testo è romanzo. \cv Io voleva in quella
+sfortunata creatura mostrare a Teresa uno specchio della fatale
+infelicità dell'amore. Ma credi tu che le sentenze, e i consigli,
+e gli esempj de' danni altrui giovino ad altro fuorché a irritare
+le nostre passioni? Inoltre in cambio di narrare di Lauretta, ho
+parlato di me: tale è lo stato dell'anima mia, torna sempre a tastare
+le proprie piaghe \textendash{} però non mi pare di lasciar leggere
+questi tre o quattro fogli a Teresa: le farei più male che bene
+\textendash{} e per ora lascio anche stare di scrivere \textendash{}
+Tu leggili. Addio.
+
+\Vacua
+\noindent\CV \centerline{\textsc{frammento della storia di lauretta}}\par
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+Non so se il cielo badi alla terra. Pur se ci ha qualche volta
+badato (o almeno il primo giorno che la umana razza ha
+incominciato a formicolare) io credo che il Destino abbia
+scritto negli eterni libri:
+
+\spatium {.25\leading minus .1\leading}
+{\parindent 9em \RelSize {-1}\scshape l'uomo sarà infelice\par}
+\spatium {.25\leading minus .1\leading}
+
+\cv Né oso appellarmi di questa sentenza, perché non saprei forse a
+che tribunale, tanto più che mi giova crederla utile alle tante altre
+\textit{razze} viventi ne' mondi innumerabili. Ringrazio nondimeno
+quella Mente che mescendosi all'universo degli enti, li fa sempre
+rivivere distruggendoli; perché con le miserie, ci ha dato almeno il
+dono del pianto, ed ha punito coloro che con una insolente filosofia
+si vogliono ribellare dalla umana sorte, negando loro gl'inesausti
+piaceri della compassione \textendash{} \textit{Se vedi alcuno
+addolorato e piangente non piangere}. Stoico! or non sai tu che le
+lagrime di un uomo compassionevole sono per l'infelice più dolci della
+rugiada su l'erbe appassite?
+
+
+\cv O Lauretta! io piansi con te sulla bara del tuo povero amante,
+e mi ricordo che la mia compassione disacerbava l'amarezza del tuo
+dolore. T'abbandonavi sovra il mio seno, e i tuoi biondi capelli mi
+coprivano il volto, e il tuo pianto bagnava le mie guance; poi col tuo
+fazzoletto mi rasciugavi, e rasciugavi le tue lagrime che tornavano
+a sgorgarti dagli occhi e scorrerti sulle labbra. \textendash{}
+Abbandonata da tutti! \textendash{} ma io no; non ti ho abbandonata
+mai.
+
+\cv Quando tu erravi fuor di te stessa per le romite spiagge del
+mare, io seguiva furtivamente i tuoi passi per poterti salvare
+dalla disperazione del tuo dolore. Poi ti chiamava a nome, e tu mi
+stendevi la mano, e sedevi al mio fianco. Saliva in cielo la Luna,
+e tu guardandola cantavi pietosamente \textendash{} taluno avrebbe
+osato deriderti: ma il Consolatore de' disgraziati che guarda con un
+occhio stesso e la pazzia e la saviezza degli uomini, e che compiange
+e i loro delitti e le loro virtù \textendash{} udiva forse le tue
+meste voci, e ti spirava qualche conforto: le preci del mio cuore
+t'accompagnavano: e a Dio sono accetti i voti e i sacrificj delle
+anime addolorate. \textendash{} \cv I flutti gemeano con flebile
+fiotto, e i venti che gl'increspavano gli spingeano a lambir quasi
+la riva dove noi stavamo seduti. E tu alzandoti appoggiata al mio
+braccio t'indirizzavi a quel sasso ove parevati di vedere ancora il
+tuo Eugenio, e sentir la sua voce, e la sua mano, e i suoi baci.
+\textendash{} Or che mi resta? esclamavi; la guerra mi allontana i
+fratelli, e la morte mi ha rapito il padre e l'amante; abbandonata da
+tutti!
+
+\cv O Bellezza, genio benefico della natura! Ove mostri l'amabile
+tuo sorriso scherza la gioja, e si diffonde la voluttà per eternare
+la vita dell'universo: chi non ti conosce e non ti sente incresca
+al mondo e a se stesso. Ma quando la virtù ti rende più cara, e le
+sventure, togliendoti la baldanza e la invidia della felicità, ti
+mostrano ai mortali co' crini sparsi e privi delle allegre ghirlande
+\textendash{} chi è colui che può passarti davanti e non altro
+offerirti che un'inutile occhiata di compassione?
+
+\cv Ma io t'offeriva, o Lauretta, le mie lagrime, e questo mio
+romitorio dove \textit{tu avresti mangiato del mio pane, e bevuto
+nella mia tazza, e ti saresti addormentata sovra il mio petto}. Tutto
+quello ch'io aveva! e meco forse la tua vita sebbene non lieta,
+sarebbe stata libera almeno e pacifica. Il cuore nella solitudine e
+nella pace va a poco a poco obbliando i suoi affanni; perché la pace e
+la libertà si compiacciono della semplice e solitaria natura.
+
+\cv Una sera d'autunno la Luna appena si mostrava alla terra
+rifrangendo i suoi raggi su le nuvole trasparenti, che accompagnandola
+l'andavano ad ora ad ora coprendo, e che sparse per l'ampiezza del
+cielo rapivano al mondo le stelle. Noi stavamo intenti a' lontani
+fuochi dei pescatori, e al canto del gondoliere che col suo remo
+rompea il silenzio e la calma dell'oscura laguna. \cv Ma Lauretta
+volgendosi cercò con gli occhi intorno il suo innamorato; e si rizzò,
+e ramingò un pezzo chiamandolo; poi stanca tornò dov'io sedeva, e
+s'assise quasi spaventata della sua solitudine. Guardandomi parea che
+volesse dirmi: Io sarò abbandonata anche da te! \textendash{} e chiamò
+il suo cagnuolino.
+
+\cv Io? \textendash{} Chi l'avrebbe mai detto che quella dovesse
+essere l'ultima sera ch'io la vedeva! Era vestita di bianco; un
+nastro cilestro raccogliea le sue chiome, e tre mammole appassite
+spuntavano in mezzo al lino che velava il suo seno. \textendash{} Io
+l'ho accompagnata fino all'uscio della sua casa; e sua madre che venne
+ad aprirci mi ringraziava della cura ch'io mi prendeva per la sua
+disgraziata figliuola. Quando fui solo m'accorsi che m'era rimasto fra
+le mani il suo fazzoletto: \textendash{} gliel ridarò domani, diss'io.
+
+\cv I suoi mali incominciavano già a mitigarsi, ed io forse
+\textendash{} è vero; io non poteva darti il tuo Eugenio; ma ti
+sarei stato sposo, padre, fratello. I miei concittadini persecutori,
+giovandosi de' manigoldi stranieri, proscrissero improvvisamente il
+mio nome; né ho potuto, o Lauretta, lasciarti neppure l'ultimo addio.
+
+\cv Quand'io penso all'avvenire e mi chiudo gli occhi per non
+conoscerlo e tremo e mi abbandono con la memoria a' giorni passati,
+io vo per lungo tratto vagando sotto gli alberi di queste valli,
+e mi ricordo le sponde del mare, e i fuochi lontani, e il canto
+del gondoliere. M'appoggio ad un tronco \textendash{} sto pensando
+\textendash{} \textit{il cielo me l'avea conceduta; ma l'avversa
+fortuna me l'ha rapita!} traggo il suo fazzoIetto \textendash{}
+\textit{infelice chi ama per ambizione! ma il tuo cuore, o Lauretta,
+è fatto per la schietta natura}: m'ascugo gli occhi, e torno sul far
+della notte alla mia casa.
+
+\cv Che fai tu frattanto? torni errando lungo le spiagge e mandando
+preghiere e lagrime a Dio? \textendash{} Vieni! tu corrai le frutta
+del mio giardino; \textit{tu berrai nella mia tazza, tu mangerai del
+mio pane, e ti poserai sovra il mio seno} e sentirai come batte, come
+oggi batte assai diversamente il mio cuore. Quando si risveglierà
+il tuo martirio, e lo spirito sarà vinto dalla passione, io ti
+verrò dietro per sostenerti in mezzo al cammino, e per guidarti, se
+ti smarrissi, alla mia casa; mai ti verrò dietro tacitamente per
+lasciarti libero almeno il conforto del pianto. Io ti sarò padre,
+fratello \textendash{} ma, il mio cuore \textendash{} se tu vedessi
+il mio cuore! - una lagrima bagna la carta e cancella ciò che vado
+scrivendo.
+
+\cv Io la ho veduta tutta fiorita di gioventù e di bellezza; e poi
+impazzita, raminga, orfana; e la ho veduta baciare le labbra morenti
+del suo unico consolatore \textendash{} e poscia inginocchiarsi con
+pietosa superstizione davanti a sua madre lagrimando e pregandola
+acciocché ritirasse la maledizione che quella madre infelice
+aveva fulminata contro la sua figliuola. \textendash{} \cv Così
+la povera Lauretta mi lasciò nel cuore per sempre la compassione
+delle sue sventure. Preziosa eredità ch'io vorrei pur dividere con
+voi tutti a' quali non resta altro conforto che di amare la virtù
+e di compiangerla. Voi non mi conoscete; ma noi, chiunque voi
+siate, noi siamo amici. Non odiate gli uomini prosperi; solamente
+fuggiteli. \guillemetright \par
+% The ** command must appear on a line that is guaranteed to come
+% AFTER the last line to which the * command applies.
+\virgolette**
+\endProsa
+\endgroup
+
+\Prosa
+
+\Titulus{Milano\notheadline{, 6 Febbraro 1799}}
+
+ \CV Diriggi le tue lettere a Nizza di Provenza perch'io domani
+parto verso Francia: e chi sa? forse assai più lontano: certo che in
+Francia non mi starò lungamente. Non rammaricarti, o Lorenzo, di ciò;
+e consola quanto tu puoi la povera madre mia. Tu dirai forse ch'io
+dovrei fuggire prima me stesso, e che se non v'ha luogo dov'io trovi
+stanza, sarebbe omai tempo ch'io m'acquetassi. \cv È vero, non trovo
+stanza; ma qui peggio che altrove. La stagione, la nebbia perpetua,
+quest'aria morta, certe fisonomie \textendash{} e poi \textendash{}
+forse m'inganno \textendash{} ma parmi di trovar poco cuore; né posso
+incolparli; tutto si acquista; ma la compassione e la generosità, e
+molto più certa delicatezza di animo nascono sempre con noi, e non le
+cerca se non chi le sente. \textendash{} Insomma domani. E mi si è
+fitta in fantasia tale necessità di partire, che queste ore d'indugio
+mi pajono anni di carcere.
+
+\cv Malaugurato! perché mai tutti i suoi sensi si risentono soltanto
+al Malaugurato! perché mai tutti i suoi sensi si risentono soltanto
+al dolore, simili a quelle membra scorticate che all'alito più
+blando dell'aria si ritirano? goditi il mondo com'è, e tu vivrai più
+riposato e men pazzo. \textendash{} \cv Ma se a chi mi declama sì
+fatti sermoni, io dicessi: Quando ti salta addosso la febbre, fa che
+il polso ti batta più lento, e sarai sano \textendash{} non avrebbe
+egli ragione da credermi farneticante di peggior febbre? come dunque
+potrò io dar leggi al mio sangue che fluttua rapidissimo? e quando
+urta nel cuore io sento che vi si ammassa bollendo, e poi sgorga
+impetuosamente; e spesso all'improvviso e talora fra il sonno par
+che voglia spaccarmisi il petto. \textendash{} \cv O Ulissi! eccomi
+ad obbedire alla vostra saviezza, a patti ch'io, quando vi veggo
+dissimulatori, agghiacciati, incapaci di soccorrere alla povertà senza
+insultarla, e di difendere il debole dalla ingiustizia; quando vi
+veggo, per isfamare le vostre plebee passioncelle, prostrati appié del
+potente che odiate e che vi disprezza, allora io possa trasfondere
+in voi una stilla di questa mia fervida bile che pure armò spesso la
+mia voce e il mio braccio contro la prepotenza; che non mi lascia
+mai gli occhi asciutti né chiusa la mano alla vista della miseria;
+e che mi salverà sempre dalla bassezza. Voi vi credete savi, e il
+mondo vi predica onesti: ma toglietevi la paura! \textendash{} \cv
+Non vi affannate dunque; le parti sono pari: Dio vi preservi dalle
+mie pazzie; ed io lo prego con tutta l'espansione dell'anima perché
+mi preservi dalla vostra \textit{saviezza}. \textendash{} \cv E
+s'io scorgo costoro, anche quando passano senza vedermi, io corro
+subitamente a cercare rifugio nel tuo petto, o Lorenzo. Tu rispetti
+amorosamente le mie passioni, quantunque tu abbia sovente veduto
+il leone ammansarsi alla sola tua voce. Ma ora! Tu il vedi: ogni
+consiglio e ogni ragione è funesta per me. Guai s'io non obbedissi al
+mio cuore! \textendash{} la Ragione? \textendash{} è come il vento;
+ammorza le faci, ed anima gl'incendj. Addio frattanto.
+
+\Titulus{\notheadline{Ore 10, della mattina}\headline{}}
+
+\cv Ripenso \textendash{} e sarà meglio che tu non mi scriva finché
+tu non abbia mie lettere. Prendo il cammino delle Alpi Liguri per
+iscansare i ghiacci del Moncenis: sai quanto micidiale m'è il freddo.
+
+\Titulus{\notheadline{Ore 1}\headline{}}
+
+\cv Nuovo inciampo: hanno a passare ancora due giorni prima ch'io
+riabbia il passaporto. Consegnerò questa lettera nel punto ch'io sarò
+per salire in calesse.
+
+\Titulus{\notheadline{8 Febbraro, ore 1 1/2}\headline{}}
+
+\CV Eccomi con le lagrime su le tue lettere. Riordinando le mie carte
+mi sono venuti sott'occhio questi pochi versi che tu mi scrivevi sotto
+una lettera di mia madre due giorni innanzi ch'io abbandonassi i miei
+colli. \textendash{} \cv ``T'accompagnano tutti i miei pensieri, o
+mio Jacopo: t'accompagnano i miei voti, e la mia amicizia, che vivrà
+eterna per te. Io sarò sempre l'amico tuo e il tuo fratello d'amore;
+e dividerò teco anche l'anima mia.'' Sai tu ch'io vo ripetendo queste
+parole, e mi sento sì fieramente percosso che sono in procinto di
+venire a gittarmiti al collo e a spirare fra le tue braccia? Addio
+addio. Tornerò.
+
+\Titulus{\notheadline{Ore 3}\headline{}}
+
+\cv Sono andato a dire addio al Parini. \textendash{} Addio, mi disse,
+o giovine sfortunato. Tu porterai da per tutto e sempre con te le
+tue generose passioni alle quali non potrai soddisfare giammai. Tu
+sarai sempre infelice. Io non posso consolarti co' miei consiglj,
+perché neppure giovano alle sventure mie derivanti dal medesimo
+fonte. Il freddo dell'età ha intorpidito le mie membra; ma il cuore
+\textendash{} veglia ancora. Il solo conforto ch'io possa darti è
+la mia pietà: e tu la porti tutta con te. \cv Fra poco io non vivrò
+più, ma se le mie ceneri serberanno alcun sentimento \textendash{} se
+troverai qualche sollievo querelandoti su la mia sepoltura, vieni.
+\textendash{} Io proruppi in dirottissime lagrime, e lo lasciai: ed
+uscì seguendomi con gli occhi mentr'io fuggiva per quel lunghissimo
+corridojo, e intesi che ei tuttavia mi diceva con voce piangente
+\textendash{} addio.
+
+\Titulus{\notheadline{Ore 9 della sera}\headline{}}
+
+\cv Tutto è in punto: I cavalli sono ordinati per la mezzanotte
+\textendash{} vado a coricarmi così vestito sino a che giungano:
+mi sento sì stracco! \textendash{} addio frattanto; addio Lorenzo
+\textendash{} Scrivo il tuo nome e ti saluto con tenerezza e con
+certa superstizione ch'io non ho provato mai mai. Ci rivedremo
+\textendash{} se mai dovessi! no, io non morrei senza rivederti e
+senza ringraziarti per sempre \textendash{} e te, mia Teresa: ma
+poiché il mio infelicissimo amore costerebbe la tua pace ed il pianto
+della tua famiglia, io fuggo senza sapere dove mi trascinerà il mio
+destino: l'Alpi e l'Oceano e un mondo intero, s'è possibile, ci
+divida.
+
+\Titulus{Genova\notheadline{, 11 Febbraro}}
+
+\CV Ecco il Sole più bello! Tutte le mie fibre sono in un tremito
+soave perché risentono la giocondità di questo Cielo raggiante e
+salubre. Sono pure contento di essere partito! proseguirò fra poche
+ore; non so ancora dirti dove mi fermerò, né quando terminerà il mio
+viaggio: ma per li 16 sarò in Tolone.
+
+\Titulus{Dalla Pietra\notheadline{, 15 Febbraro}}
+
+\CV Strade alpestri, montagne orride dirupate, tutto il rigore del
+tempo, tutta la stanchezza e i fastidj del viaggio, e poi?
+
+\begin{versus}
+\Locus \textus {+ 4em}
+ Nuovi tormenti e nuovi tormentati.
+\end{versus}
+
+\cv Scrivo da un paesetto appié delle Alpi Marittime. E mi fu forza
+di sostare perché la posta è senza cavalcatura; né so quando potrò
+partire. Eccomi dunque sempre con te, e sempre con nuove afflizioni:
+sono destinato a non movere passo senza incontrare lungo la mia via
+dolore. \textendash{} \cv In questi due giorni io usciva verso mezzodì
+un miglio forse lungi dall'abitato, passeggiando fra certi oliveti
+che stanno verso la spiaggia del mare: io vado a consolarmi a' raggi
+del Sole, e a bere di quel aere vivace; quantunque anche in questo
+tepido clima il verno di questo anno è clemente meno assai dell'usato.
+\cv E là mi pensava di essere tutto solo, o almeno sconosciuto a
+que' viventi che passavano; ma appena mi ridussi a casa, Michele il
+quale salì a ravviarmi il fuoco, mi venia raccontando, come certo
+uomo quasi mendico capitato poc'anzi in questa balorda osteria gli
+chiese, s'io era un giovine che avea già tempo studiato in Padova;
+non gli sapea dire il nome, ma porgeva assai contrassegni e di me e
+di que' tempi, e nominava te pure \textendash{} \cv Davvero, seguì a
+dire Michele, io mi trovava imbrogliato; gli risposi nonostante ch'ei
+s'apponeva: parlava veneziano; ed è pure la dolce cosa il trovare in
+queste solitudini un compatriota \textendash{} e poi \textendash{}
+è così stracciato! insomma io gli promisi \textendash{} forse può
+dispiacere al signore \textendash{} ma mi ha fatto tanta compassione,
+ch'io gli promisi di farlo venire; anzi sta qui fuori. \textendash{}
+\cv E venga, io dissi a Michele \textendash{} e aspettandolo mi
+sentiva tutta la persona inondata d'una subitanea tristezza. \cv Il
+ragazzo rientrò con un uomo alto, macilento; parea giovine e bello;
+ma il suo volto era contraffatto dalle rughe del dolore. Fratello!
+io era impellicciato e al fuoco; stava gittato oziosamente nella
+seggiola vicina il mio larghissimo tabarro; l'oste andava su e giù
+allestendomi da desinare \textendash{} e quel misero; era appena in
+farsetto di tela ed io intirizziva solo a guardarlo. \cv Forse la mia
+mesta accoglienza e il meschino suo stato l'hanno disanimato alla
+prima; ma poi da poche mie parole s'accorse che il tuo Jacopo non è
+nato per disanimare gl'infelici; e s'assise con me a riscaldarsi,
+narrandomi quest'ultimo lagrimevole anno della sua vita. \cv Mi disse:
+Io conobbi famigliarmente uno scolare che era dì e notte a Padova con
+voi \textendash{} e ti nominò \textendash{} quanto tempo è ormai ch'io
+non ne odo novella! ma spero che la fortuna non gli sarà così iniqua.
+Io studiava allora \textendash{} non ti dirò, mio Lorenzo, chi egli è.
+Dovrò io contristarti con le sciagure di un uomo che hai conosciuto
+felice, e che tu forse ami ancora? è troppo anche se la sorte ti ha
+condannato ad affliggerti sempre per me.
+
+\cv Ei proseguiva: Oggi venendo da Albenga, prima di arrivare nel
+paese v'ho scontrato lungo la marina. Voi non vi siete avveduto com'io
+mi voltava spesso a considerarvi, e mi parea di avervi raffigurato;
+ma non conoscendovi che di vista, ed essendo scorsi quattro anni,
+sospettava di sbagliare. Il vostro servo poi mi accertò.
+
+\cv Lo ringraziai perch'ei fosse venuto a vedermi; gli parlai di te;
+e voi mi siete anche più grato, gli dissi, perché m'avete recato
+il nome di Lorenzo. \textendash{} Non ti ripeterò il suo doloroso
+racconto. Emigrò per la pace di Campo Formio, e s'arruolò Tenente
+nell'artiglieria Cisalpina. Querelandosi un giorno delle fatiche e
+delle angarie che gli parea di sopportare, gli fu da un amico suo
+proferito un impiego. Abbandonò la milizia. \cv Ma l'amico, l'impiego,
+e il tetto gli mancarono. Tapinò per l'Italia, e s'imbarcò a Livorno.
+\textendash{} Ma mentr'esso parlava, io udiva nella camera contigua
+un rammarichio di bambino e un sommesso lamento; e m'avvidi ch'egli
+andavasi soffermando, e ascoltava con certa ansietà: e quando quel
+rammarichio taceva, ei ripigliava. \textendash{} Forse, gli diss'io,
+saranno passaggeri giunti pur ora. \textendash{} No, mi rispose; è la
+mia figlioletta di tredici mesi che piange.
+
+\cv E seguì a narrarmi, ch'ei mentre era Tenente s'ammogliò a
+una fanciulla di povero stato, e che le perpetue marcie a cui la
+giovinetta non potea reggere, e lo scarso stipendio lo stimolarono
+anche più a confidare in colui che poi lo tradì. Da Livorno navigò
+a Marsiglia, così alla ventura: e si trascinò per tutta Provenza; e
+poi nel Delfinato, cercando d'insegnare l'Italiano, senza mai potersi
+trovare né lavoro né pane; ed ora tornavasi d'Avignone a Milano. \cv
+Io mi rivolgo addietro, continuò, e guardo il tempo passato, e non so
+come sia passato per me. Senza danaro; seguitato sempre da una moglie
+estenuata, co' piedi laceri, con le braccia spossate dal continuo peso
+di una creatura innocente che domanda alimento all'esausto petto di
+sua madre, e che strazia con le sue strida le viscere degli sfortunati
+suoi genitori, mentre non possiamo acquetarla con la ragione delle
+nostre disgrazie. \cv Quante giornate arsi, quante notti assiderati
+abbiamo dormito nelle stalle fra' giumenti, o come le bestie nelle
+caverne! cacciato di città in città da tutti i governi, perché la mia
+indigenza mi serrava la porta de' magistrati, o non mi concedeva di
+dar conto di me: e chi mi conosceva, o non volle più conoscermi, o
+mi voltò le spalle. \textendash{} \cv E sì, gli diss'io, so che in
+Milano e altrove molti de' nostri concittadini emigrati sono tenuti
+liberali. \textendash{} \cv Dunque, soggiunse, la mia fiera fortuna
+li ha fatti crudeli unicamente per me. Anche le persone di ottimo
+cuore si stancano di fare del bene; sono tanti i tapini! \cv Io non
+lo so \textendash{} ma il tale \textendash{} il tale (e i nomi di
+questi uomini ch'io scopriva così ipocriti mi erano, Lorenzo, tante
+coltellate nel cuore) chi mi ha fatto aspettare assai volte vanamente
+alla sua porta; chi dopo sviscerate promesse, mi fe' camminare molte
+miglia sino al suo casino di diporto, per farmi la limosina di poche
+lire: il più umano mi gittò un tozzo di pane senza volermi vedere;
+e il più magnifico mi fece così sdruscito passare fra un corteggio
+di famigli e di convitati, e dopo d'avermi rammemorata la scaduta
+prosperità della mia famiglia, e inculcatomi lo studio e la probità,
+mi disse amichevolmente che non mi rincrescesse di ritornare domattina
+per tempo. \cv Tornatomi, ritrovai nell'anticamera tre servidori,
+uno de' quali mi disse che il padrone dormiva; e mi pose nelle mani
+due scudi e una camicia. Ah signore! non so se voi siete ricco; ma
+il vostro aspetto, e que' sospiri mi dicono che voi siete sventurato
+e pietoso. Credetemi; io vidi per prova che il danaro fa parere
+benefico anche l'usurajo, e che l'uomo splendido di rado si degna di
+locare il suo beneficio fra' cenci. \textendash{} \cv Io taceva; ed
+ei rizzandosi per accommiatarsi riprese a dire: I libri m'insegnavano
+ad amare gli uomini e la virtù; ma i libri, gli uomini e la virtù mi
+hanno tradito. Ho dotta la testa; sdegnato il cuore; e le braccia
+inette ad ogni utile mestiere. Se mio padre udisse dalla terra ove
+sta seppellito con che gemito grave io lo accuso di non avere fatti
+i suoi cinque figliuoli legnajuoli o sartori! Per la misera vanità
+di serbare la nobiltà senza la fortuna, ha sprecato per noi tutto
+quel poco che ei possedeva, nelle università e nel bel mondo. E noi
+frattanto? \textendash{} \cv Non ho mai saputo che si abbia fatto la
+fortuna degli altri fratelli miei. Scrissi molte lettere; non però
+vidi risposta: o sono miseri, o sono snaturati. Ma per me, ecco il
+frutto delle ambiziose speranze del padre mio. Quante volte io sono
+condotto o dalla notte, o dalla fame a ricoverarmi in una osteria; ma
+entrandovi, non so come pagherò la mattina imminente. Senza scarpe,
+senza vesti \textendash{} \cv Ah copriti! gli diss'io, rizzandomi;
+e lo coprii del mio tabarro. E Michele, che essendo venuto già in
+camera per qualche faccenda vi s'era fermato poco discosto ascoltando,
+si avvicinò asciugandosi gli occhi col rovescio della mano, e gli
+aggiustava in dosso quel tabarro: ma con certo rispetto, come s'ei
+temesse d'insultare alla scaduta fortuna di quella persona così ben
+nata.
+
+\cv O Michele! io mi ricordo che tu potevi vivere libero sino al dì
+che tuo fratello maggiore avviando una botteghetta, ti chiamò seco;
+eppure scegliesti di rimanerti con me, benché servo: io noto l'amoroso
+rispetto per cui tu dissimuli gl'impeti miei fantastici; e taci anche
+le tue ragioni ne' momenti dell'ingiusta mia collera: e vedo con
+quanta ilarità te la passi fra le noje della mia solitudine; e vedo la
+fede con che sostieni i travaglj di questo mio pellegrinaggio. Spesso
+col tuo giovale sembiante mi rassereni; ma quando io taccio le intere
+giornate, vinto dal mio nerissimo umore, tu reprimi la gioja del tuo
+cuore contento per non farmi accorgere del mio stato. \cv Pure! questo
+atto gentile verso quel disgraziato ha santificata la mia riconoscenza
+verso di te. Tu se' il figliuolo della mia nutrice, tu se' allevato
+nella mia casa; né io t'abbandonerò mai. Ma io t'amo ancor più poiché
+mi avvedo che il tuo stato servile avrebbe forse indurita la bella tua
+indole, se non ti fosse stata coltivata dalla mia tenera madre, da
+quella donna che con l'animo suo delicato, e co' soavi suoi modi fa
+cortese e amoroso tutto quello che vive in lei.
+
+\cv Quando fui solo, diedi a Michele quel più che ho potuto; ed
+esso, mentre io desinava, lo recò a quel derelitto. Appena mi sono
+risparmiato tanto da arrivare a Nizza dove negozierò le cambiali
+ch'io né banchi di Genova mi feci spedire per Tolone e Marsiglia.
+\textendash{} \cv Stamattina quando ei, prima di andarsene, è venuto
+con la sua moglie e con la sua creatura per ringraziarmi, ed io vedeva
+con quanto giubilo mi replicava: Senza di voi io sarei oggi andato
+cercando il primo spedale \textendash{} io non ho avuto animo di
+rispondergli; ma il mio cuore dicevagli: Ora tu hai come vivere per
+quattro mesi \textendash{} per sei \textendash{} e poi? La bugiarda
+speranza ti guida intanto per mano, e l'ameno viale dove t'innoltri
+mette forse a un sentiero più disastroso. Tu cercavi il primo spedale
+\textendash{} e t'era forse poco discosto l'asilo della fossa. \cv Ma
+questo mio poco soccorso, né la sorte mi concede di ajutarti davvero,
+ti ridarà più vigore da sostenere di nuovo e per più tempo que' mali
+che già t'avevano quasi consunto e liberato per sempre. Goditi intanto
+del presente \textendash{} ma quanti disagi hai pur dovuto durare
+perché questo tuo stato, che a molti pure sarebbe affannoso, a te paja
+sì lieto! Ah se tu non fossi padre e marito, io ti darei forse un
+consiglio! \textendash{} e senza dirgli parola, l'ho abbracciato; e
+mentre partivano, io li guardava, stretto d'un crepacuore mortale.
+
+\cv Jer sera spogliandomi io pensava: Perché mai quell'uomo emigrò
+dalla sua patria? perché s'ammogliò? perché mai lasciò un pane
+sicuro? e tutta la storia di lui pareva il romanzo di un pazzo; ed io
+sillogizzava cercando ciò ch'egli per non strascinarmi dietro tutte
+quelle sciagure, avrebbe potuto fare, o non fare. Ma siccome ho più
+volte udito infruttuosamente ripetere sì fatti perché, ed ho veduto
+che tutti fanno da medici nelle altrui malattie \textendash{} io sono
+andato a dormire borbottando: O mortali che giudicate inconsiderato
+tutto quello che non è prospero, mettetevi una mano sul petto e poi
+confessate \textendash{} siete più savj, o più fortunati?
+
+\cv Or credi tu vero tutto ciò ch'ei narrava? \textendash{} Io?
+Credo ch'egli era mezzo nudo, ed io vestito; ho veduto una moglie
+languente; ho udito le strida di una bambina. Mio Lorenzo, si vanno
+pure cercando con la lanterna nuove ragioni contro del povero perché
+si sente nella coscienza il diritto che la Natura gli ha dato su le
+sostanze del ricco. \textendash{} Eh! le sciagure non derivano per
+lo più che da' vizj; e in costui forse derivarono da un delitto.
+\textendash{} Forse? per me non lo so, né lo indago. \cv Io giudice,
+condannerei tutti i delinquenti; ma io uomo, ah! penso al ribrezzo
+col quale nasce la prima idea del delitto; alla fame e alle passioni
+che strascinano a consumarlo; agli spasimi perpetui; al rimorso con
+che l'uomo si sfama del frutto insanguinato dalla colpa, alle carceri
+che il reo si mira sempre spalancate per seppellirlo \textendash{}
+e se poi scampando dalla giustizia, ne paga il fio col disonore
+e con l'indigenza, dovrò io abbandonarlo alla disperazione ed a
+nuovi delitti? è egli solo colpevole? la calunnia, il tradimento
+del secreto, la seduzione, la malignità, la nera ingratitudine sono
+delitti più atroci, ma sono essi neppur minacciati? e chi dal delitto
+ha ricavato campi ed onore! \textendash{} \cv O legislatori, o
+giudici, punite: ma talvolta aggiratevi ne' tuguri della plebe e ne'
+sobborghi di tutte le città capitali, e vedrete ogni giorno un quarto
+della popolazione che svegliandosi su la paglia non sa come placare
+le supreme necessità della vita. Conosco che non si può rimutare
+la società; e che l'inedia, le colpe, e i supplizj sono anch'essi
+elementi dell'ordine e della prosperità universale; però si crede
+che il mondo non possa reggersi senza giudici né senza patiboli; ed
+io lo credo poiché tutti lo credono. Ma io? non sarò giudice mai.
+\cv In questa gran valle dove l'umana specie nasce, vive, muore,
+si riproduce, s'affanna, e poi torna a morire, senza saper come né
+perché, io non distinguo che fortunati e sfortunati. E se incontro
+un infelice, compiango la nostra sorte; e verso quanto balsamo posso
+su le piaghe dell'uomo: ma lascio i suoi meriti e le sue colpe su la
+bilancia di Dio.
+
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+
+\CV Tu sei disperatamente infelice; tu vivi fra le agonie della morte,
+e non hai la sua tranquillità: ma tu dèi tollerarle per gli altri.
+\textendash{} Così la Filosofia domanda agli uomini un eroismo da cui
+la Natura rifugge. Chi odia la propria vita può egli amare il minimo
+bene che è incerto di recare alla Società e sacrificare a questa
+lusinga molti anni di pianto? e come potrà sperare per gli altri
+colui che non ha desiderj, né speranze per sé; e che abbandonato da
+tutto, abbandona se stesso? \textendash{} \cv Non sei misero tu solo.
+\textendash{} Pur troppo! ma questa consolazione non è anzi argomento
+dell'invidia secreta che ogni uomo cova dell'altrui prosperità?
+La miseria degli altri non iscema la mia. Chi è tanto generoso da
+addossarsi le mie infermità? e chi anco volendo, il potrebbe? avrebbe
+forse più coraggio da comportarle; ma cos'è il coraggio voto di forza?
+Non è vile quell'uomo che è travolto dal corso irresistibile di una
+fiumana; bensì chi ha forze da salvarsi e non le adopra. \cv Ora dov'è
+il sapiente che possa costituirsi giudice delle nostre intime forze?
+chi può dare norma agli effetti delle passioni nelle varie tempre
+degli uomini e delle incalcolabili circostanze onde decidere: Questi
+è un vile, perché soggiace; quegli che sopporta, è un eroe? mentre
+l'amore della vita è così imperioso che più battaglia avrà fatto il
+primo per non cedere, che il secondo per sopportare.
+
+\cv Ma i debiti i quali tu hai verso la Società? \textendash{}
+Debiti? forse perché mi ha tratto dal libero grembo della Natura,
+quand'io non aveva né la ragione, né l'arbitrio di acconsentirvi,
+né la forza di oppormivi, e mi educò fra' suoi bisogni e fra' suoi
+pregiudizj? \textendash{} Lorenzo, perdona s'io calco troppo su
+questo discorso tanto da noi disputato. Non voglio smoverti dalla
+tua opinione sì avversa alla mia; vo' bensì dileguare ogni dubbio da
+me. Saresti convinto al pari di me, se ti sentissi le piaghe mie;
+il Cielo te le risparmi! \textendash{} \cv Ho io contratto questi
+debiti spontaneamente? e la mia vita dovrà pagare, come uno schiavo, i
+mali che la Società mi procaccia, solo perché gli intitola beneficj?
+e sieno beneficj: ne godo e li ricompenso fino che vivo; e se nel
+sepolcro non le sono io di vantaggio, qual bene ritraggo io da lei nel
+sepolcro? O amico mio! ciascun individuo è nemico nato della Società,
+perché la Società è necessaria nemica degli individui.\cv Poni che
+tutti i mortali avessero interesse di abbandonare la vita, credi tu
+che la sosterrebbero per me solo? e s'io commetto un'azione dannosa
+a' più, io sono punito; mentre non mi verrà fatto mai di vendicarmi
+delle loro azioni, quantunque ridondino in sommo mio danno. Possono
+ben essi pretendere ch'io sia figliuolo della grande famiglia; ma
+io rinunziando e a' beni e a' doveri comuni posso dire: \cv Io sono
+un mondo in me stesso: e intendo d'emanciparmi perché mi manca la
+felicità che mi avete promesso. Che s'io dividendomi non trovo la
+mia porzione di libertà; se gli uomini me l'hanno invasa perché sono
+più forti; se mi puniscono perché la ridomando \textendash{} non
+gli sciolgo io dalle loro bugiarde promesse e dalle mie impotenti
+querele cercando scampo sotterra? \cv Ah! que' filosofi che hanno
+evangelizzato le umane virtù, la probità naturale, la reciproca
+benevolenza \textendash{} sono inavvedutamente apostoli degli astuti,
+ed adescano quelle poche anime ingenue e bollenti le quali amando
+schiettamente gli uomini per l'ardore di essere riamate, saranno
+sempre vittime tardi pentite della loro leale credulità. \textendash{}
+
+\cv Eppur quante volte tutti questi argomenti della ragione hanno
+trovato chiusa la porta del mio cuore, perch'io tuttavia mi sperava
+di consecrare i miei tormenti all'altrui felicità! Ma! \textendash{}
+per il nome d'Iddio, ascolta e rispondimi. A che vivo? di che pro ti
+son io, io fuggitivo fra queste cavernose montagne? di che onore a me
+stesso, alla mia patria, a' miei cari? V'ha egli diversità da queste
+solitudini alla tomba? La mia morte sarebbe per me la meta de' guai,
+e per voi tutti la fine delle vostre ansietà sul mio stato. Invece
+di tante ambasce continue, io vi darei un solo dolore \textendash{}
+tremendo, ma ultimo: e sareste certi della eterna mia pace. I mali non
+ricomprano la vita.
+
+\cv E penso ogni giorno al dispendio di cui da più mesi sono causa a
+mia madre; né so come ella possa far tanto. S'io mi tornassi, troverei
+casa nostra vedova del suo splendore. E incominciava già ad oscurarsi,
+molto innanzi ch'io mi partissi, per le pubbliche e private estorsioni
+le quali non restano di percuoterci. Né però quella madre benefattrice
+cessa dalle sue cure: trovai dell'altro denaro a Milano; ma queste
+affettuose liberalità le scemeranno certamente quegli agi fra'
+quali nacque. Pur troppo fu moglie mal avventurata! le sue sostanze
+sostengono la mia casa che rovinava per le prodigalità di mio padre;
+e l'età di lei mi fa ancora più amari questi pensieri. \textendash{}
+\cv Se sapesse! tutto è vano per lo sfortunato suo figliuolo. E
+s'ella vedesse qui dentro \textendash{} se vedesse le tenebre e la
+consunzione dell'anima mia! deh! non gliene parlare, o Lorenzo: ma
+vita è questa? \textendash{} Ah sì! io vivo ancora; e l'unico spirito
+de' miei giorni è una sorda speranza che li rianima sempre, e che
+pure tento di non ascoltare: non posso \textendash{} e s'io voglio
+disingannarla, la si converte in disperazione infernale. \textendash{}
+\cv Il tuo giuramento, o Teresa, proferirà ad un tempo la mia sentenza
+\textendash{} ma finché tu se' libera; \textendash{} e il nostro amore
+è tuttavia nell'arbitrio delle circostanze \textendash{} dell'incerto
+avvenire \textendash{} e della morte, tu sarai sempre mia. Io ti
+parlo, e ti guardo, e ti abbraccio: e mi pare che così da lontano
+tu senta l'impressioni de' miei baci e delle mie lagrime. Ma quando
+tu sarai offerita dal padre tuo come olocausto di riconciliazione
+su l'altare di Dio \textendash{} quando il tuo pianto avrà ridata
+la pace alla tua famiglia \textendash{} allora \textendash{} non io
+\textendash{} ma la disperazione sola, e da sé, annienterà l'uomo e le
+sue passioni. \cv E come può spegnersi, mentre vivo, il mio amore? e
+come non ti sedurranno sempre nel tuo secreto le sue dolci lusinghe?
+ma allora più non saranno sante e innocenti. Io non amerò, quando sarà
+d'altri, la donna che fu mia \textendash{} amo immensamente Teresa;
+ma non la moglie d'Odoardo \textendash{} ohimè! tu forse mentre
+scrivo sei nel suo letto! \textendash{} Lorenzo! \textendash{} \cv
+Ahi Lorenzo! eccolo quel demonio mio persecutore; torna a incalzarmi,
+a premermi, a investirmi, e m'accieca l'intelletto, e mi ferma
+perfino le palpitazioni del cuore, e mi fa tutto ferocia, e vorrebbe
+il mondo finito con me. \textendash{} Piangete tutti \textendash{}
+e perché mi caccia fra le mani un pugnale, e mi precede, e si volge
+guardando se io lo sieguo, e mi addita dov'io devo ferire? Vieni
+tu dall'altissima vendetta del Cielo? \textendash{} \cv E così nel
+mio furore e nelle mie superstizioni io mi prostendo su la polvere
+a scongiurare orrendamente un Dio che non conosco, che altre volte
+ho candidamente adorato, ch'io non offesi, di cui dubito sempre
+\textendash{} e poi tremo, e l'adoro. Dov'io cerco ajuto? non in me,
+non negli uomini: la Terra io la ho insanguinata, e il Sole è negro.
+
+\cv Alfine eccomi in pace! \textendash{} Che pace? stanchezza, sopore
+di sepoltura. Ho vagato per queste montagne. Non v'è albero, non
+tugurio, non erba. Tutto è bronchi; aspri e lividi macigni; e qua
+e là molte croci che segnano il sito de' viandanti assassinati.
+\textendash{} \cv Là giù è il Roja, un torrente che quando si disfanno
+i ghiacci precipita dalle viscere delle Alpi, e per gran tratto ha
+spaccato in due questa immensa montagna. V'è un ponte presso alla
+marina che ricongiunge il sentiero. Mi sono fermato su quel ponte,
+e ho spinto gli occhi sin dove può giungere la vista; e percorrendo
+due argini di altissime rupi e di burroni cavernosi, appena si vedono
+imposte su le cervici dell'Alpi altre Alpi di neve che s'immergono
+nel Cielo e tutto biancheggia e si confonde \textendash{} da quelle
+spalancate Alpi cala e passeggia ondeggiando la tramontana, e per
+quelle fauci invade il Mediterraneo. La Natura siede qui solitaria e
+minacciosa, e caccia da questo suo regno tutti i viventi.
+
+\cv I tuoi confini, o Italia, son questi! ma sono tutto dì sormontati
+d'ogni parte dalla pertinace avarizia delle nazioni. Ove sono dunque i
+tuoi figli? Nulla ti manca se non la forza della concordia. Allora io
+spenderei gloriosamente la mia vita infelice per te: ma che può fare
+il solo mio braccio e la nuda mia voce? \textendash{} Ov'è l'antico
+terrore della tua gloria? Miseri! noi andiamo ogni dì memorando la
+libertà e la gloria degli avi, le quali quanto più splendono tanto
+più scoprono la nostra abbietta schiavitù. Mentre invochiamo quelle
+ombre magnanime, i nostri nemici calpestano i loro sepolcri. \cv E
+verrà forse giorno che noi perdendo e le sostanze, e l'intelletto, e
+la voce, sarem fatti simili agli schiavi domestici degli antichi, o
+trafficati come i miseri Negri, e vedremo i nostri padroni schiudere
+le tombe e disseppellire, e disperdere al vento le ceneri di que'
+Grandi per annientarne le ignude memorie: poiché oggi i nostri fasti
+ci sono cagione di superbia, ma non eccitamento dell'antico letargo.
+
+\cv Così grido quand'io mi sento insuperbire nel petto il nome
+Italiano, e rivolgendomi intorno io cerco, né trovo più la mia patria.
+\textendash{} Ma poi dico: Pare che gli uomini sieno fabbri delle
+proprie sciagure; ma le sciagure derivano dall'ordine universale,
+e il genere umano serve orgogliosamente e ciecamente a' destini.
+Noi argomentiamo su gli eventi di pochi secoli: che sono eglino
+nell'immenso spazio del tempo? Pari alle stagioni della nostra vita
+normale, pajono talvolta gravi di straordinarie vicende, le quali
+pur sono comuni e necessarj effetti del tutto. \cv L'universo si
+controbilancia. Le nazioni si divorano perché una non potrebbe
+sussistere senza i cadaveri dell'altra. Io guardando da queste Alpi
+l'Italia piango e fremo, e invoco contro agl'invasori vendetta; ma
+la mia voce si perde tra il fremito ancora vivo di tanti popoli
+trapassati, quando i Romani rapivano il mondo, cercavano oltre a' mari
+e a' deserti nuovi imperi da devastare, manomettevano gl'Iddii de'
+vinti, incatenevano principi e popoli liberissimi, finché non trovando
+più dove insanguinare i lor ferri, li ritorceano contro le proprie
+viscere. \cv Così gli Israeliti trucidavano i pacifici abitatori di
+Canaan, e i Babilonesi poi strascinarono nella schiavitù i sacerdoti,
+le madri, e i figliuoli del popolo di Giuda. Così Alessandro rovesciò
+l'impero di Babilonia, e dopo avere passando arsa gran parte della
+terra, si corrucciava che non vi fosse un altro universo.\cv Così gli
+Spartani tre volte smantellarono Messene e tre volte cacciarono dalla
+Grecia i Messeni che pur Greci erano della stessa religione e nipoti
+de' medesimi antenati. Così sbranavansi gli antichi Italiani finché
+furono ingojati dalla fortuna di Roma. Ma in pochissimi secoli la
+regina del mondo divenne preda de' Cesari, de' Neroni, de' Costantini,
+de' Vandali, e de' Papi. Oh quanto fumo di umani roghi ingombrò il
+Cielo della America, oh quanto sangue d'innumerabili popoli che né
+timore né invidia recavano agli Europei, fu dall'Oceano portato a
+contaminare d'infamia le nostre spiagge! ma quel sangue sarà un dì
+vendicato e si rovescierà su i figli degli Europei! \cv Tutte le
+nazioni hanno le loro età. Oggi sono tiranne per maturare la propria
+schiavitù di domani: e quei che pagavano dianzi vilmente il tributo,
+lo imporranno un giorno col ferro e col fuoco. La Terra è una foresta
+di belve. La fame, i diluvj, e la peste sono ne' provvedimenti della
+Natura come la sterilità di un campo che prepara l'abbondanza per
+l'anno vegnente: e chi sa? fors'anche le sciagure di questo globo
+apparecchiano la prosperità di un altro.
+
+\cv Frattanto noi chiamiamo pomposamente virtù tutte quelle azioni
+che giovano alla sicurezza di chi comanda e alla paura di chi serve.
+I governi impongono giustizia: ma potrebbero eglino imporla se per
+regnare non l'avessero prima violata? Chi ha derubato per ambizione le
+intere province, manda solennemente alle forche chi per fame invola
+del pane. Onde quando la forza ha rotti tutti gli altrui diritti, per
+serbarli poscia a se stessa inganna i mortali con le apparenze del
+giusto, finché un'altra forza non la distrugga. Eccoti il mondo, e gli
+uomini. \cv Sorgono frattanto d'ora in ora alcuni più arditi mortali;
+prima derisi come frenetici, e sovente come malfattori, decapitati:
+che se poi vengono patrocinati dalla fortuna ch'essi credono lor
+propria, ma che in somma non è che il moto prepotente delle cose,
+allora sono obbediti e temuti, e dopo morte deificati. Questa è la
+razza degli eroi, de' capisette, e de' fondatori delle nazioni i quali
+dal loro orgoglio e dalla stupidità de' volghi si stimano saliti
+tant'alto per proprio valore; e sono cieche ruote dell'oriuolo.\cv
+Quando una rivoluzione nel globo è matura, necessariamente vi sono
+gli uomini che la incominciano, e che fanno de' loro teschj sgabello
+al trono di chi la compie. E perché l'umana schiatta non trova né
+felicità né giustizia sopra la terra, crea gli Dei protettori della
+debolezza e cerca premj futuri del pianto presente. Ma gli Dei si
+vestirono in tutti i secoli delle armi de' conquistatori: e opprimono
+le genti con le passioni, i furori, e le astuzie di chi vuole regnare.
+
+\cv Lorenzo, sai tu dove vive ancora la vera virtù? in noi pochi
+deboli e sventurati; in noi, che dopo avere sperimentati tutti gli
+errori, e sentiti tutti i guai della vita, sappiamo compiangerli e
+soccorrerli. Tu o Compassione, sei la sola virtù! tutte le altre sono
+virtù usuraje.
+
+\cv Ma mentre io guardo dall'alto le follie e le fatali sciagure della
+umanità, non mi sento forse tutte le passioni e la debolezza ed il
+pianto, soli elementi dell'uomo? Non sospiro ogni dì la mia patria?
+Non dico a me lagrimando: Tu hai una madre e un amico \textendash{}
+tu ami \textendash{} te aspetta una turba di miseri, a cui se' caro,
+e che forse sperano in te \textendash{} dove fuggi? anche nelle terre
+straniere ti perseguiranno la perfidia degli uomini e i dolori e la
+morte: qui cadrai forse, e niuno avrà compassione di te; e tu senti
+pure nel tuo misero petto il piacere di essere compianto. Abbandonato
+da tutti, non chiedi tu ajuto dal Cielo? non t'ascolta; eppure nelle
+tue afflizioni il tuo cuore torna involontario a lui \textendash{} va,
+prostrati; ma all'are domestiche.
+
+\cv O natura! hai tu forse bisogno di noi sciagurati, e ci consideri
+come i vermi e gl'insetti che vediamo brulicare e moltiplicarsi senza
+sapere a che vivano? Ma se tu ci hai dotati del funesto istinto della
+vita sì che il mortale non cada sotto la soma delle tue infermità ed
+ubbidisca irrepugnabilmente a tutte le tue leggi, perché poi darci
+questo dono ancor più funesto della ragione? Noi tocchiamo con mano
+tutte le nostre calamità ignorando sempre il modo di ristorarle.
+
+\cv Perché dunque io fuggo? e in quali lontane contrade io vado a
+perdermi? dove mai troverò gli uomini diversi dagli uomini? O non
+presento io forse i disastri, le infermità, e la indigenza che fuori
+della mia patria mi aspettano? \textendash{} Ah no! Io tornerò a voi,
+o sacre terre, che prime udiste i miei vagiti, dove tante volte ho
+riposato queste mie membra affaticate, dove ho trovato nella oscurità
+e nella pace i miei pochi diletti, dove nel dolore ho confidato i miei
+pianti. \cv Poiché tutto è vestito di tristezza per me, se null'altro
+posso ancora sperare che il sonno eterno della morte \textendash{} voi
+sole, o mie selve, udirete il mio ultimo lamento, e voi sole coprirete
+con le vostre ombre pacifiche il mio freddo cadavere. Mi piangeranno
+quegli infelici che sono compagni delle mie disgrazie \textendash{} e
+se le passioni vivono dopo il sepolcro, il mio spirito doloroso sarà
+confortato da' sospiri di quella celeste fanciulla ch'io credeva nata
+per me, ma che gl'interessi degli uomini e il mio destino feroce mi
+hanno strappata dal petto. \endProsa
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+\Versus
+\numerus{1}
+All'ombra de' cipressi e dentro l'urne
+confortate di pianto è forse il sonno
+della morte men duro? Ove piú il Sole
+per me alla terra non fecondi questa
+bella d'erbe famiglia e d'animali,
+e quando vaghe di lusinghe innanzi
+a me non danzeran l'ore future,
+né da te, dolce amico, udrò piú il verso
+e la mesta armonia che lo governa,
+né piú nel cor mi parlerà lo spirto
+delle vergini Muse e dell'amore,
+unico spirto a mia vita raminga,
+qual fia ristoro a' dí perduti un sasso
+che distingua le mie dalle infinite
+ossa che in terra e in mar semina morte?
+Vero è ben, Pindemonte! Anche la Speme,
+ultima Dea, fugge i sepolcri: e involve
+tutte cose l'obblío nella sua notte;
+e una forza operosa le affatica
+di moto in moto; e l'uomo e le sue tombe
+e l'estreme sembianze e le reliquie
+della terra e del ciel traveste il tempo.
+Ma perché pria del tempo a sé il mortale
+invidierà l'illusïon che spento
+pur lo sofferma al limitar di Dite?
+Non vive ei forse anche sotterra, quando
+gli sarà muta l'armonia del giorno,
+se può destarla con soavi cure
+nella mente de' suoi? Celeste è questa
+corrispondenza d'amorosi sensi,
+celeste dote è negli umani; e spesso
+per lei si vive con l'amico estinto
+e l'estinto con noi, se pia la terra
+che lo raccolse infante e lo nutriva,
+nel suo grembo materno ultimo asilo
+porgendo, sacre le reliquie renda
+dall'insultar de' nembi e dal profano
+piede del vulgo, e serbi un sasso il nome,
+e di fiori odorata arbore amica
+le ceneri di molli ombre consoli.
+\Vacua
+Sol chi non lascia eredità d'affetti
+poca gioia ha dell'urna; e se pur mira
+dopo l'esequie, errar vede il suo spirto
+fra 'l compianto de' templi acherontei,
+o ricovrarsi sotto le grandi ale
+del perdono d'lddio: ma la sua polve
+lascia alle ortiche di deserta gleba
+ove né donna innamorata preghi,
+né passeggier solingo oda il sospiro
+che dal tumulo a noi manda Natura.
+Pur nuova legge impone oggi i sepolcri
+fuor de' guardi pietosi, e il nome a' morti
+contende. E senza tomba giace il tuo
+sacerdote, o Talia, che a te cantando
+nel suo povero tetto educò un lauro
+con lungo amore, e t'appendea corone;
+e tu gli ornavi del tuo riso i canti
+che il lombardo pungean Sardanapalo,
+cui solo è dolce il muggito de' buoi
+che dagli antri abdüani e dal Ticino
+lo fan d'ozi beato e di vivande.
+O bella Musa, ove sei tu? Non sento
+spirar l'ambrosia, indizio del tuo nume,
+fra queste piante ov'io siedo e sospiro
+il mio tetto materno. E tu venivi
+e sorridevi a lui sotto quel tiglio
+ch'or con dimesse frondi va fremendo
+perché non copre, o Dea, l'urna del vecchio
+cui già di calma era cortese e d'ombre.
+Forse tu fra plebei tumuli guardi
+vagolando, ove dorma il sacro capo
+del tuo Parini? A lui non ombre pose
+tra le sue mura la citta, lasciva
+d'evirati cantori allettatrice,
+non pietra, non parola; e forse l'ossa
+col mozzo capo gl'insanguina il ladro
+che lasciò sul patibolo i delitti.
+Senti raspar fra le macerie e i bronchi
+la derelitta cagna ramingando
+su le fosse e famelica ululando;
+e uscir del teschio, ove fuggia la luna,
+l'úpupa, e svolazzar su per le croci
+sparse per la funerëa campagna
+e l'immonda accusar col luttüoso
+singulto i rai di che son pie le stelle
+alle obblïate sepolture. Indarno
+sul tuo poeta, o Dea, preghi rugiade
+dalla squallida notte. Ahi! su gli estinti
+non sorge fiore, ove non sia d'umane
+lodi onorato e d'amoroso pianto.
+\Vacua
+Dal dí che nozze e tribunali ed are
+diero alle umane belve esser pietose
+di se stesse e d'altrui, toglieano i vivi
+all'etere maligno ed alle fere
+i miserandi avanzi che Natura
+con veci eterne a sensi altri destina.
+Testimonianza a' fasti eran le tombe,
+ed are a' figli; e uscían quindi i responsi
+de' domestici Lari, e fu temuto
+su la polve degli avi il giuramento:
+religïon che con diversi riti
+le virtú patrie e la pietà congiunta
+tradussero per lungo ordine d'anni.
+Non sempre i sassi sepolcrali a' templi
+fean pavimento; né agl'incensi avvolto
+de' cadaveri il lezzo i supplicanti
+contaminò; né le città fur meste
+d'effigïati scheletri: le madri
+balzan ne' sonni esterrefatte, e tendono
+nude le braccia su l'amato capo
+del lor caro lattante onde nol desti
+il gemer lungo di persona morta
+chiedente la venal prece agli eredi
+dal santuario. Ma cipressi e cedri
+di puri effluvi i zefiri impregnando
+perenne verde protendean su l'urne
+per memoria perenne, e prezïosi
+vasi accogliean le lagrime votive.
+Rapían gli amici una favilla al Sole
+a illuminar la sotterranea notte,
+perché gli occhi dell'uom cercan morendo
+il Sole; e tutti l'ultimo sospiro
+mandano i petti alla fuggente luce.
+Le fontane versando acque lustrali
+amaranti educavano e vïole
+su la funebre zolla; e chi sedea
+a libar latte o a raccontar sue pene
+ai cari estinti, una fragranza intorno
+sentía qual d'aura de' beati Elisi.
+Pietosa insania che fa cari gli orti
+de' suburbani avelli alle britanne
+vergini, dove le conduce amore
+della perduta madre, ove clementi
+pregaro i Geni del ritorno al prode
+cne tronca fe' la trïonfata nave
+del maggior pino, e si scavò la bara.
+Ma ove dorme il furor d'inclite gesta
+e sien ministri al vivere civile
+l'opulenza e il tremore, inutil pompa
+e inaugurate immagini dell'Orco
+sorgon cippi e marmorei monumenti.
+Già il dotto e il ricco ed il patrizio vulgo,
+decoro e mente al bello italo regno,
+nelle adulate reggie ha sepoltura
+già vivo, e i stemmi unica laude. A noi
+morte apparecchi riposato albergo,
+ove una volta la fortuna cessi
+dalle vendette, e l'amistà raccolga
+non di tesori eredità, ma caldi
+sensi e di liberal carme l'esempio.
+\Vacua
+A egregie cose il forte animo accendono
+l'urne de' forti, o Pindemonte; e bella
+e santa fanno al peregrin la terra
+che le ricetta. Io quando il monumento
+vidi ove posa il corpo di quel grande
+che temprando lo scettro a' regnatori
+gli allòr ne sfronda, ed alle genti svela
+di che lagrime grondi e di che sangue;
+e l'arca di colui che nuovo Olimpo
+alzò in Roma a' Celesti; e di chi vide
+sotto l'etereo padiglion rotarsi
+piú mondi, e il Sole irradïarli immoto,
+onde all'Anglo che tanta ala vi stese
+sgombrò primo le vie del firmamento:
+-- Te beata, gridai, per le felici
+aure pregne di vita, e pe' lavacri
+che da' suoi gioghi a te versa Apennino!
+Lieta dell'aer tuo veste la Luna
+di luce limpidissima i tuoi colli
+per vendemmia festanti, e le convalli
+popolate di case e d'oliveti
+mille di fiori al ciel mandano incensi:
+e tu prima, Firenze, udivi il carme
+che allegrò l'ira al Ghibellin fuggiasco,
+e tu i cari parenti e l'idïoma
+désti a quel dolce di Calliope labbro
+che Amore in Grecia nudo e nudo in Roma
+d'un velo candidissimo adornando,
+rendea nel grembo a Venere Celeste;
+ma piú beata che in un tempio accolte
+serbi l'itale glorie, uniche forse
+da che le mal vietate Alpi e l'alterna
+onnipotenza delle umane sorti
+armi e sostanze t' invadeano ed are
+e patria e, tranne la memoria, tutto.
+Che ove speme di gloria agli animosi
+intelletti rifulga ed all'Italia,
+quindi trarrem gli auspici. E a questi marmi
+venne spesso Vittorio ad ispirarsi.
+Irato a' patrii Numi, errava muto
+ove Arno è piú deserto, i campi e il cielo
+desïoso mirando; e poi che nullo
+vivente aspetto gli molcea la cura,
+qui posava l'austero; e avea sul volto
+il pallor della morte e la speranza.
+Con questi grandi abita eterno: e l'ossa
+fremono amor di patria. Ah sí! da quella
+religïosa pace un Nume parla:
+e nutria contro a' Persi in Maratona
+ove Atene sacrò tombe a' suoi prodi,
+la virtú greca e l'ira. Il navigante
+che veleggiò quel mar sotto l'Eubea,
+vedea per l'ampia oscurità scintille
+balenar d'elmi e di cozzanti brandi,
+fumar le pire igneo vapor, corrusche
+d'armi ferree vedea larve guerriere
+cercar la pugna; e all'orror de' notturni
+silenzi si spandea lungo ne' campi
+di falangi un tumulto e un suon di tube
+e un incalzar di cavalli accorrenti
+scalpitanti su gli elmi a' moribondi,
+e pianto, ed inni, e delle Parche il canto.
+\Vacua
+Felice te che il regno ampio de' venti,
+Ippolito, a' tuoi verdi anni correvi!
+E se il piloto ti drizzò l'antenna
+oltre l'isole egèe, d'antichi fatti
+certo udisti suonar dell'Ellesponto
+i liti, e la marea mugghiar portando
+alle prode retèe l'armi d'Achille
+sovra l'ossa d'Ajace: a' generosi
+giusta di glorie dispensiera è morte;
+né senno astuto né favor di regi
+all'Itaco le spoglie ardue serbava,
+ché alla poppa raminga le ritolse
+l'onda incitata dagl'inferni Dei.
+
+E me che i tempi ed il desio d'onore
+fan per diversa gente ir fuggitivo,
+me ad evocar gli eroi chiamin le Muse
+del mortale pensiero animatrici.
+Siedon custodi de' sepolcri, e quando
+il tempo con sue fredde ale vi spazza
+fin le rovine, le Pimplèe fan lieti
+di lor canto i deserti, e l'armonia
+vince di mille secoli il silenzio.
+Ed oggi nella Troade inseminata
+eterno splende a' peregrini un loco,
+eterno per la Ninfa a cui fu sposo
+Giove, ed a Giove diè Dàrdano figlio,
+onde fur Troia e Assàraco e i cinquanta
+talami e il regno della giulia gente.
+Però che quando Elettra udí la Parca
+che lei dalle vitali aure del giorno
+chiamava a' cori dell'Eliso, a Giove
+mandò il voto supremo: -- E se, diceva,
+a te fur care le mie chiome e il viso
+e le dolci vigilie, e non mi assente
+premio miglior la volontà de' fati,
+la morta amica almen guarda dal cielo
+onde d'Elettra tua resti la fama. --
+Cosí orando moriva. E ne gemea
+l'Olimpio: e l'immortal capo accennando
+piovea dai crini ambrosia su la Ninfa,
+e fe' sacro quel corpo e la sua tomba.
+Ivi posò Erittonio, e dorme il giusto
+cenere d'Ilo; ivi l'iliache donne
+sciogliean le chiome, indarno ahi! deprecando
+da' lor mariti l'imminente fato;
+ivi Cassandra, allor che il Nume in petto
+le fea parlar di Troia il dí mortale,
+venne; e all'ombre cantò carme amoroso,
+e guidava i nepoti, e l'amoroso
+apprendeva lamento a' giovinetti.
+E dicea sospiranda: -- Oh se mai d'Argo,
+ove al Tidíde e di Läerte al figlio
+pascerete i cavalli, a voi permetta
+ritorno il cielo, invan la patria vostra
+cercherete! Le mura, opra di Febo,
+sotto le lor reliquie fumeranno.
+Ma i Penati di Troia avranno stanza
+in queste tombe; ché de' Numi è dono
+servar nelle miserie altero nome.
+E voi, palme e cipressi che le nuore
+piantan di Priamo, e crescerete ahi presto
+di vedovili lagrime innaffiati,
+proteggete i miei padri: e chi la scure
+asterrà pio dalle devote frondi
+men si dorrà di consanguinei lutti,
+e santamente toccherà l'altare.
+Proteggete i miei padri. Un dí vedrete
+mendico un cieco errar sotto le vostre
+antichissime ombre, e brancolando
+penetrar negli avelli, e abbracciar l'urne,
+e interrogarle. Gemeranno gli antri
+secreti, e tutta narrerà la tomba
+Ilio raso due volte e due risorto
+splendidamente su le mute vie
+per far piú bello l'ultimo trofeo
+ai fatati Pelídi. Il sacro vate,
+placando quelle afflitte alme col canto,
+i prenci argivi eternerà per quante
+abbraccia terre il gran padre Oceàno.
+E tu onore di pianti, Ettore, avrai,
+ove fia santo e lagrimato il sangue
+per la patria versato, e finché il Sole
+risplenderà su le sciagure umane.
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+
+\sect Un nostro concittadino mi raccomandò, mentr'io militava fuori
+d'Italia, tre suoi manoscritti affinché se agli uomini dotti parevano
+meritevoli della stampa, io rimpatriando li pubblicassi. Esso
+andava pellegrinando per trovare un'università, dove, diceva egli,
+s'imparasse a comporre libri utili per chi non è dotto, ed innocenti
+per chi non è per anche corrotto; da che tutte le scuole d'Italia gli
+parevano piene o di matematici, i quali standosi muti s'intendevano
+fra di loro; o di grammatici che ad alte grida insegnavano il bel
+parlare e non si lasciavano intendere ad anima nata; o di poeti che
+impazzavano a stordire chi non li udiva, e a dire il benvenuto a ogni
+nuovo padrone de' popoli, senza fare né piangere, né ridere il mondo;
+e però come fatui noiosi, furono più giustamente d'ogni altro esiliati
+da Socrate, il quale, secondo Didimo, era dotato di spirito profetico,
+specialmente per le cose che accadono all'età nostra.
+
+\sect L'uno de' manoscritti è forse di trenta fogli col titolo:
+\textit{Didymi clerici prophetae minimi Hypercalypseos, liber
+singularis} e sa di satirico. I pochi a' quali lo lasciai leggere,
+alle volte ne risero; ma non s'assumevano d'interpretarmelo. E mi
+dispongo a lasciarlo inedito per non essere liberale di noia a molti
+lettori che forse non penetrerebbero nessuna delle trecento trentatré
+allusioni racchiuse in altrettanti versetti scritturali, di cui
+l'opuscoletto è composto. Taluni fors'anche, presumendo troppo del
+loro acume, starebbero a rischio di parere commentatori maligni.
+Però s'altri n'avesse copia la serbi. Il farsi ministri degli altrui
+risentimenti, benché giusti, è poca onestà; massime quando paiono
+misti al disprezzo che la coscienza degli scrittori teme assai più
+dell'odio.
+
+\sect Bensì gli uomini letterati, che Didimo scrivendo nomina
+Maestri miei lodarono lo spirito di veracità e d'indulgenza
+d'un altro suo manoscritto da me sottomesso al loro giudizio. E
+nondimeno quasi tutti mi vanno dissuadendo dal pubblicarlo; e a
+taluno piacerebbe ch'io lo abolissi. È un giusto volume dettato
+in greco nello stile degli Atti degli Apostoli; ed ha per titolo
+\foreignlanguage{ibycus}{\textit{Didu'mou klerikou= `Upomnhma'twn
+bibli'a pe'nte}}: e suona \textit{Didymi clerici libri memoriales
+quinque}. L'autore descrive schiettamente i casi per lui memorabili
+dell'età sua giovenile: parla di tre donne delle quali fu innamorato;
+e accusando sé solo delle loro colpe, ne piange; parla de' molti
+paesi da lui veduti, e si pente d'averli veduti: ma più che d'altro
+si pente della sua vita perduta fra gli uomini letterati, e mentre
+par ch'ei gli esalti, fa pur sentire ch'ei li disprezza. Malgrado la
+sua naturale avversione contro chi scrive per pochi, ei dettò questi
+\textit{Ricordi} in lingua nota a rarissimi, \textit{affinché}, com'ei
+dice, \textit{i soli colpevoli vi leggessero i propri peccati, senza
+scandalo delle persone dabbene; le quali non sapendo leggere che nella
+propria lingua, sono men soggette all'invidia, alla boria, ed alla}
+\textsc{venalità}: ho contrassegnato quest'ultima voce, perché è mezzo
+cassata nel manoscritto. L'autore inoltre mi diede arbitrio di far
+tradurre quest'operetta, purché trovassi scrittore italiano che avesse
+più merito che celebrità di grecista. \textit{E siccome}, dicevami
+Didimo, \textit{uno scrittore di tal peso lavora prudentemente a
+bell'agio e con gravità, i maestri miei avranno frattanto tempo, o di
+andarsene in pace, e non saranno più nominati né in bene né in male;
+o di ravvedersi di quegli errori, attraverso de' quali noi mortali
+giungiamo talvolta alla saviezza}. Farò dunque che sia tradotto; e
+quanto alla stampa, mi governerò secondo i tempi, i consigli e i
+portamenti degli uomini dotti.
+
+\sect Tuttavia, affinché i lettori abbiano saggio della operetta
+greca, ne feci tradurre parecchi passi, e li ho, quanto più
+opportunamente potevasi, aggiunti alle postille notate da
+Didimo nel suo terzo manoscritto, dove si contiene la versione
+dell'\textit{Itinerario sentimentale di Yorick}; libro più celebrato
+che inteso; perché fu da noi letto in francese, o tradotto in italiano
+da chi non intendeva l'inglese: della versione uscita di poco in
+Milano, non so. Innanzi di dar alle stampe questa di Didimo, ricorsi
+nuovamente a' letterati pel loro parere. Chi la lodò, chi la biasimò
+di troppa fedeltà; altri la lesse volentieri come liberissima; e
+taluno s'adirò de' troppi arbitrii del traduttore. Molti, e fu in
+Bologna, avrebbero desiderato lo stile condito di sapore più antico:
+moltissimi, e fu in Pisa, mi confortavano a ridurla in istile moderno,
+depurandola sovra ogni cosa de' modi troppo toscani; finalmente in
+Pavia nessuno si degnò di badare allo stile; notarono nondimeno con
+geometrica precisione alcuni passi bene o male intesi dal traduttore.
+Ma io stampandola, sono stato accuratamente all'autografo: e solamente
+ho mutato verso la fine del capo \textsc{xxxv} un vocabolo; e un
+altro n'ho espunto dall'intitolazione del capo seguente perché mi
+parve evidente che Didimo contro all'intenzione dell'autore inglese
+offendesse, nel primo passo il Principe della letteratura fiorentina,
+e nell'altro i nani innocenti della città di Milano.
+
+\sect Di questo \textit{Itinerario del parroco Lorenzo Sterne}, Didimo
+mi disse due cose (da lui taciute, né so perché, nell'epistola a'
+suoi lettori) le quali pur giovano a intendere un autore oscurissimo
+anche a' suoi concittadini, e a giudicare con equità de' difetti
+del traduttore. La prima si è: ``Che con nuova specie d'ironia,
+non epigrammatica, né suasoria, ma candidamente ed affettuosamente
+storica, Yorick da' fatti narrati in lode de' mortali, deriva lo
+scherno contro a molti difetti, segnatamente contro alla fatuità del
+loro carattere''. L'altra: ``Che Didimo benché scrivesse per ozio,
+rendeva conto a sé stesso d'ogni vocabolo; ed aveva tanto ribrezzo a
+correggere le cose una volta stampate (\textit{il che}, secondo lui,
+\textit{era manifestissima irriverenza a' lettori}) che viaggiò in
+Fiandra a convivere con gli Inglesi, i quali vi si trovano anche al dì
+d'oggi, onde farsi spianare molti sensi intricati; e lungo il viaggio
+si soffermava per l'appunto negli alberghi di cui Yorick parla nel suo
+Itinerario, e ne chiedeva notizie a' vecchi che lo avevano conosciuto;
+poi si tornò a stare a dimora nel contado tra Firenze e Pistoia, a
+imparare migliore idioma di quello che s'insegna nelle città e nelle
+scuole''.
+
+\sect Ora per gli uomini dotti, i quali furono dalla lettura di que'
+manoscritti e da questa versione dell'\textit{Itinerario sentimentale}
+invogliati di sapere notizie del carattere e della vita di Didimo,
+e me ne richiedono istantemente, scriverò le scarse, ma veracissime
+cose che io so come testimonio oculare. Giova a ogni modo premettere
+tre avvertenze. Primamente: avendolo io veduto per pochi mesi e con
+freddissima famigliarità, non ho potuto notare (il che avviene a
+parecchi) se non le cose più consonanti o dissonanti co' sentimenti
+e le consuetudini della mia vita. Secondo: de' vizi e delle virtù
+capitali che distinguono sostanzialmente uomo da uomo, se pure ei
+ne aveva, non potrei dire parola: avresti detto ch'ei lasciandosi
+sfuggire tutte le sue opinioni, custodisse industriosamente nel
+proprio segreto tutte le passioni dell'animo. Finalmente: reciterò le
+parole di Didimo, poiché essendo un po' metafisiche, ciascheduno de'
+lettori le interpreti meglio di me, e le adatti alle proprie opinioni.
+
+\sect Teneva irremovibilmente strani sistemi; e parevano nati
+con esso: non solo non li smentiva co' fatti; ma, come fossero
+assiomi, proponevali senza prove: non però disputava a difenderli;
+e per apologia a chi gli allegava evidenti ragioni, rispondeva in
+intercalare: \textsc{opinioni}. Portava anche rispetto a' sistemi
+altrui, o forse anche per noncuranza, non movevasi a confutarli;
+certo è ch'io in sì fatte controversie, l'ho veduto sempre tacere,
+ma senza mai sogghignare; e l'unico vocabolo, \textit{opinioni}, lo
+proferiva con serietà religiosa. A me disse una volta: \textit{Che la
+gran valle della vita è intersecata da molte viottole tortuosissime;
+e chi non si contenta di camminare sempre per una sola, vive e muore
+perplesso, né arriva mai a un luogo dove ognuno di que' sentieri
+conduce l'uomo a vivere in pace seco e con gli altri. Non trattasi
+di sapere quale sia la vera via; bensì di tenere per vera una sola,
+e andar sempre innanzi}. Stimava fra le doti naturali all'uomo,
+primamente la bellezza; poi la forza dell'animo, ultimo l'ingegno.
+Delle acquisite, come a dire della dottrina, non faceva conto se non
+erano congiunte alla rarissima arte d'usarne. Lodava la ricchezza più
+di quelle cose ch'essa può dare; e la teneva vile, paragonandola alle
+cose che non può dare. Dell'Amore aveva in un quadretto un'immagine
+simbolica, diversa dalle solite de' pittori e de' poeti, su la quale
+egli aveva fatto dipingere l'allegoria di un nuovo sistema amoroso;
+ma tenea quel quadretto coperto sempre d'un velo nero. Uno de' cinque
+libri de' quali è composto il manoscritto greco citato poc'anzi,
+ha per intitolazione: \textit{Tre Amori}. -- E i tre capitoli di
+esso libro incominciano: \textit{Rimorso primo}; \textit{Rimorso
+secondo}; \textit{Rimorso terzo}: e conclude: \textit{Non essere
+l'Amore se non se inevitabili tenebre corporee le quali si disperdono
+più o men tardi da sé: ma dove la religione, la filosofia o la
+virtù vogliono diradarle o abbellirle del loro lume, allora quelle
+tenebre ravviluppano l'anima, e la conducono per la via della virtù a
+perdizione}. Riferisco le parole; altri intenda.
+
+\sect Da' sistemi e dalla perseveranza con che li applicava al suo
+modo di vivere, derivavano azioni e sentenze degne di riso. Riferirò
+le poche di cui mi ricordo. Celebrava Don Chisciotte come beatissimo,
+perché s'illudeva di gloria scevra d'invidia; e d'amore scevro di
+gelosia. Cacciava i gatti perché gli parevano più taciturni degli
+altri animali: li lodava nondimeno perché si giovano della società
+come i cani, e della libertà quanto i gufi. Teneva gli accattoni per
+più eloquenti di Cicerone nella parte della perorazione, e periti
+fisionomi assai più di Lavater. Non credeva che chi abita accanto a
+un macellaro, o su le piazze de patiboli fosse persona da fidarsene.
+Credeva nell'ispirazione profetica, anzi presumeva di saperne le
+fonti. Incolpava il berretto, la vesta da camera e le pantofole de'
+mariti della prima infedeltà delle mogli. Ripeteva (e ciò più che riso
+moverà sdegno) che la favola d'Apollo scorticatore atroce di Marsia
+era allegoria sapientissima non tanto della pena dovuta agl'ignoranti
+prosontuosi, quanto della vendicativa invidia de' dotti. Su di che
+allegava Diodoro Siculo lib. \textsc{iii} n. \oldstylenums{59}, dove,
+oltre la crudeltà del Dio de' poeti, si narrano i bassi raggiri co'
+quali ei si procacciò la vittoria. Ogni qual volta incontrava de'
+vecchi sospirava esclamando: \textit{Il peggio è viver troppo!} e un
+giorno, dopo assai mie preghiere, me ne disse il perché: \textit{La
+vecchiaia sente con atterrita Coscienza i rimorsi, quando al mortale
+non rimane vigore, né tempo d'emendar la sua vita}. Nel proferire
+queste parole, le lagrime gli pioveano dagli occhi, e fu l'unica volta
+che lo vidi piangere; e seguitò a dire: \textit{Ahi! la Coscienza è
+codarda! e quando tu se' forte da poterli correggere, la ti dice il
+vero sottovoce e palliandolo di recriminazioni contro la fortuna ed il
+prossimo: e quando poi tu se' debole, la ti rinfaccia con disperata
+superstizione, e la ti atterra sotto il peccato, in guisa che tu non
+puoi risorgere alla virtù. O codarda! non ti pentire, o codarda! Bensì
+paga il debito, facendo del bene ove hai fatto del male. Ma tu se'
+codarda; e non sai che o sofisticare, o angosciarti}. -- Quel giorno
+io credeva che volesse impazzare: e stette più d'una settimana a
+lasciarsi vedere in piazza. Sì fatti erano i suoi paradossi morali.
+
+\sect E quanto alle scienze ed alle arti asseriva: che le scienze
+erano una serie di proposizioni le quali aveano bisogno di
+dimostrazioni apparentemente evidenti ma sostanzialmente incerte,
+perché le si fondavano spesso sopra un principio ideale: che
+la geometria, non applicabile alle arti, era una galleria di
+scarne definizioni; e che, malgrado l'algebra, resterà scienza
+imperfetta e per lo più inutile finché non sia conosciuto il sistema
+incomprensibile dell'Universo. \textit{L'umana ragione}, diceva
+Didimo, \textit{si travaglia su le mere astrazioni; piglia le mosse
+e senza avvedersi a principio, dal nulla; e dopo lunghissimo viaggio
+si torna a occhi aperti e atterriti nel nulla: e al nostro intelletto
+la \textsc{sostanza} della Natura ed il \textsc{nulla} furono sono e
+saranno sinonimi. Bensì le arti non solo imitano ed abbeliscono le
+\textsc{apparenze} della Natura, ma possono insieme farle rivivere
+agli occhi di chi le vede o vanissime o fredde; e ne' poeti de' quali
+mi vo ricordando a ogni tratto, porto meco una galleria di quadri
+i quali mi fanno osservare le parti più belle e più animate degli
+originali che trovo su la mia strada; ed io spesso il trapasserei
+senza accorgermi ch'e'mi stanno tra' piedi per avvertirmi con mille
+nuove sensazioni ch'io vivo}. E però Didimo sosteneva che le arti
+possono più che le scienze far men inutile e più gradito il vero
+a' mortali; e che la vera sapienza consiste nel giovarsi di quelle
+poche verità che sono certissime a' sensi; perché o sono dedotte da
+una serie lunga di fatti, o sono sì pronte che non danno bisogno di
+dimostrazioni scientifiche.
+
+\sect Leggeva quanti libri gli capitavano; non rileggeva da capo a
+fondo fuorché la Bibbia. Degli autori ch'ei credeva degni d'essere
+studiati, aveva tratte parecchie pagine, e ricucitele in un solo
+grosso volume. Sapeva a memoria molti versi di antichi poeti e tutto
+il poema delle Georgiche. Era devoto di Virgilio; nondimeno diceva:
+\textit{Che s'era fatto prestare ogni cosa da Omero, dagli occhi
+in fuori}. D'Omero aveva un busto e se lo trasportava di paese in
+paese; e v'avea posto per iscrizione due versi greci che suonavano:
+\textit{A costui fu assai di cogliere la verginità di tutte le Muse e
+lasciò per gli altri le altre bellezze di quelle Deità}. Cantava, e
+s'intendeva da per sé, quattro odi di Pindaro. Diceva che Eschilo era
+\textit{un bel rovo infuocato sopra un monte deserto}; e Shakspeare,
+\textit{una selva incendiata che faceva bel vedere di notte, e
+mandava fumo noioso di giorno}. Paragonava Dante \textit{a un gran
+lago circondato di burroni e di selve sotto un cielo oscurissimo,
+sul quale si poteva andare a vela in burrasca}; e che il Petrarca
+\textit{lo derivò in tanti canali tranquilli ed ombrosi, dove possano
+sollazzarsi le gondole degli innamorati co' loro strumenti; e ve
+ne sono tante, che que' canali}, dicea Didimo, \textit{sono oramai
+torbidi, o fatti gore stagnanti}: tuttavia s'egli intendeva una
+sinfonia e nominava il \textit{Petrarca}, era indizio che la musica
+gli pareva assai bella. Maggiore stranezza si era il panegirico
+ch'ei faceva di certo poemetto latino da lui anteposto perfino alle
+Georgiche, \textit{perché}, diceva Didimo, \textit{mi par d'essere a
+nozze con tutta l'allegra comitiva di Bacco}. Didimo per altro beveva
+sempre acqua pura. Aveva non so quali controversie con l'Ariosto, ma
+le ventilava da sé; e un giorno mostrandomi dal molo di Dunkerque le
+lunghe onde con le quali l'Oceano rompea sulla spiaggia, esclamò:
+\textit{Così vien poetando l'Ariosto}. Tornandosi meco verso le belle
+colonne che adornano la cattedrale di quella città, si fermò sotto
+il peristilio, e adorò. Poi volgendosi a me, mi diede intenzione che
+sarebbe andato alla questua a pecuniare tanto da erigere una chiesa al
+Paracleto e riporvi le ossa di Torquato Tasso; purché nessun sacerdote
+che insegnasse grammatica potesse ufficiarvi, e nessun fiorentino
+accademico della Crusca appressarvisi. Nel mese di giugno del 1804
+pellegrinò da Ostenda sino a Montreuil per gli accampamenti italiani;
+ed a' militari, che si dilettavano di ascoltarlo, diceva certe sue
+omelie all'improvviso, pigliando sempre per testo de' versi delle
+epistole d'Orazio. Richiesto da un ufficiale perché non citasse mai le
+odi di quel poeta, Didimo in risposta gli regalò la sua tabacchiera
+fregiata d'un mosaico d'egregio lavoro dicendo: \textit{Fu fatto a
+Roma d'alcuni frammenti di pietre preziose dissotterrate in Lesbo}.
+
+\sect Ma quantunque non parlasse che di poeti, Didimo scriveva
+in prosa perpetuamente; e se ne teneva. Scriveva anche arringhe,
+e faceva da difensore ufficioso a' soldati colpevoli sottoposti
+a' consigli di guerra, e se mai ne vedeva per le taverne, pagava
+loro da bere, e spiegava ad essi il \textit{Codice militare}.
+Oltre a' tre manoscritti raccomandatimi, serbava parecchi suoi
+scartafacci ma non mi lasciò leggere se non un solo capitolo di
+un suo \textit{Itinerario lungo la Repubblica Letteraria}. In
+esso capitolo descriveva un'implacabile guerra tra le lettere
+dell'abbiccì, e le cifre arabiche, le quali finalmente trionfarono
+con accortissimi stratagemmi, tenendo ostaggi l'\textit{a}, la
+\textit{b}, la \textit{x} che erano andate ambasciatori, e quindi
+furono tirannicamente angariate con inesprimibili e angosciose
+fatiche. Dopo il desinare, Didimo si riduceva in una stanza appartata
+a ripulire i suoi manoscritti ricopiandoli per tre volte. Ma la
+prima composizione, com'ei diceva, la creava all'opera seria o in
+mercato. Ed io in Calais lo vidi per più ore della notte a un caffè,
+scrivendo in furia al lume delle lampade del biliardo, mentr'io stava
+giocandovi, ed ei sedeva presso ad un tavolino, intorno al quale
+alcuni ufficiali questionavano di tattica, e fumavano mandandosi
+scambievolmente de' brindisi. Gl'intesi dire: \textit{Che la vera
+tribolazione degli autori veniva, a chi dalla troppa economia della
+penuria, e a chi dallo scialacquo dell'abbondanza; e ch'esso aveva la
+beatitudine di potere scrivere trenta fogli allegramente di pianta; la
+maledizione di volerli poi ridurre in tre soli, come a ogni modo, e
+con infinito sudore, faceva sempre}.
+
+\sect Ora dirò de' suoi costumi esteriori. Vestiva da prete; non
+però assunse gli ordini sacri, e si faceva chiamare Didimo di nome,
+e chierico di cognome; ma gli rincresceva sentirsi dar dell'abate.
+Richiestone, mi rispose: \textit{La fortuna m'avviò da fanciullo al
+chiericato; poi la natura mi ha deviato dal sacerdozio: mi sarebbe
+rimorso l'andare innanzi, e vergogna il tornarmene addietro: e perché
+io tanto quanto disprezzo chi muta istituto di vita, mi porto in pace
+la mia tonsura e questo mio abito nero: così posso o ammogliarmi,
+o aspirare ad un vescovato}. Gli chiesi a quale de' due partiti
+s'appiglierebbe. Rispose: \textit{Non ci ho pensato: a chi non ha
+patria non istà bene l'essere sacerdote, né padre}. Fuor dell'uso
+de' preti, compiacevasi della compagnia degli uomini militari.
+Viaggiando perpetuamente, desinava a tavola rotonda con persone di
+varie nazioni; e se taluno (com'oggi s'usa) professavasi cosmopolita,
+egli si rizzava senz'altro. S'addomesticava alle prime; benché
+con gli uomini cerimoniosi parlasse asciutto; ed a' ricchi pareva
+altero: evitava le sette e le confraternite; e seppi che rifiutò
+due patenti accademiche. Usava per lo più ne' crocchi delle donne,
+però ch'ei le reputava \textit{più liberalmente dotate dalla natura
+di compassione e di pudore; due forze pacifiche le quali}, diceva
+Didimo, \textit{temprano sole tutte le altre forze guerriere del
+genere umano}. Era volentieri ascoltato, né so dove trovasse materie;
+perché alle volte chiacchierava per tutta una sera, senza dire parola
+di politica, di religione, o di amori altrui. Non interrogava mai
+\textit{per non indurre}, diceva Didimo, \textit{le persone a dir la
+bugia}: e alle interrogazioni rispondeva proverbi o guardava in viso
+chi gli parlava. Non partecipava né una dramma del suo secreto ad
+anima nata: \textit{Perché}, diceva Didimo, \textit{il mio secreto è
+la sola proprietà sulla terra ch'io degni di chiamar mia, e che divisa
+nuocerebbe agli altri ed a me}. Né pativa d'essere depositario degli
+altrui secreti: \textit{Non ch'io non fidi di serbargli inviolati: ma
+avviene che a volere scampare dalla perdizione qualche persona m'è
+pure necessità a rivelare alle volte il secreto che m'ha confidato:
+tacendolo, la mia fede riescirebbe sinistra; e manifestandolo,
+m'avvilirei davanti a me stesso}. Accoglieva lietissimo nelle sue
+stanze: al passeggio voleva andar solo, o parlava a persone che non
+aveva veduto mai, e che gli davano nell'idea: e se alcuno de' suoi
+conoscenti accostavasi a lui, si levava di tasca un libretto, e per
+primo saluto gli recitava alcuni squarci di traduzioni moderne de'
+poeti greci; e rimanevasi solo. Usava anche sentenze enigmatiche.
+Nessun frizzo; se non una volta, e per non ricaderci, rilesse i
+quattro evangelisti. Ma di tutti questi capricci e costumi di Didimo,
+s'avvedevano gli altri assai tardi; perch'ei non li mostrava, né li
+occultava; onde credo che venissero da disposizione naturale.
+
+\sect Dissi che teneva chiuse le sue passioni; e quel poco che ne
+traspariva, pareva calore di fiamma lontana. A chi gli offeriva
+amicizia, lasciava intendere che \textit{la colla cordiale, per cui
+l'uno si attacca all'altro, l'aveva già data a que' pochi ch'erano
+giunti innanzi}. Rammentava volentieri la sua vita passata, ma non
+m'accorsi mai ch'egli avesse fiducia ne' giorni avvenire o che ne
+temesse. Chiamavasi molto obbligato a un Don Iacopo Annoni curato,
+a cui Didimo aveva altre volte servito da chierico nella parrocchia
+d'Inverigo: e stando fuori di patria, carteggiava unicamente con
+esso. Mostravasi gioviale e compassionevole, e benché fosse alloramai
+intorno a' trent'anni, aveva aspetto assai giovanile; e forse per
+queste ragioni Didimo tuttoché forestiero, non era guardato dal popolo
+di mal occhio, e le donne passando gli sorridevano, e le vecchie si
+soffermavano accanto a una porticciuola a discorrere seco, e molti
+fantolini, de' quali egli si compiaceva, gli correvano lietissimi
+attorno. Ammirava assai; ma \textit{più con gli occhiali}, diceva
+egli, \textit{che col telescopio}: e disprezzava con taciturnità sì
+sdegnosa da far giusto e irreconciliabile il risentimento degli uomini
+dotti. Aveva per altro il compenso di non patire d'invidia, la quale
+in chi ammira e disprezza non trova mai luogo. E' diceva: \textit{La
+rabbia e il disprezzo sono due gradi estremi dell'ira: le anime deboli
+arrabbiano; le forti disprezzano ma tristo e beato chi non s'adira!}
+
+\sect Insomma pareva uomo che essendosi in gioventù lasciato governare
+dall'indole sua naturale, s'accomodasse, ma senza fidarsene, alla
+prudenza mondana. E forse aveva più amore che stima per gli uomini;
+però non era orgoglioso né umile. Parea verecondo, perché non
+era né ricco né povero. Forse non era avido né ambizioso, perciò
+parea libero. Quanto all'ingegno, non credo che la natura l'avesse
+moltissimo prediletto, né poco. Ma l'aveva temprato in guisa da non
+potersi imbevere degli altrui insegnamenti; e quel tanto che produceva
+da sé, aveva certa novità che allettava, e la primitiva ruvidezza che
+offende. Quindi derivava in esso per avventura quell'esprimere in
+modo tutto suo le cose comuni; e la propensione di censurare i metodi
+delle nostre scuole. Inoltre sembravami ch'egli sentisse non so qual
+dissonanza nell'armonia delle cose del mondo: non però lo diceva.
+Dalla sua operetta greca si desume quanto meritamente si vergognasse
+della sua giovanile intolleranza. Ma pareva, quando io lo vidi, più
+disingannato che rinsavito; e che senza dar noia agli altri, se ne
+andasse quietissimo e sicuro di sé medesimo per la sua strada, e
+sostandosi spesso, quasi avesse più a cuore di non deviare che di
+toccare la meta. Queste a ogni modo sono tutte mie congetture.
+
+\sect Avendolo io nell'anno \oldstylenums{1806} lasciato in Amersfort,
+e desiderando di dargli avviso del giudizio de' \textit{Maestri
+suoi} intorno a' tre manoscritti da me recati in Italia, scrissi ad
+Inverigo a domandarne novelle al Reverendo Don Iacopo Annoni; e perché
+questi s'era trasferito da molto tempo in una chiesa su' colli del
+lago di Pusiano, presso la villa Marliani, lo visitai nell'estate
+dell'anno seguente; né ho potuto riportare dalla mia gita se non
+una notizia ch'io già sapeva, e i lineamenti di Didimo giovinetto.
+Quel buon vecchio sacerdote, regalandomi il disegno che ho posto
+in fronte a questa notizia, mi disse afflittissimo: So che in un
+paese lontano chiamato Bologna a mare, Didimo regalò tutti i suoi
+libri e scartafacci a un altro giovine militare che ne usasse a suo
+beneplacito; e fece proponimento di né più leggere né più scrivere; da
+indi in qua, e gli è pur molto tempo, non so più dov' e' sia, né se
+viva.
+
+\sect Mi diede inoltre copia di un epitaffio che Didimo s'era
+apparecchiato molti anni innanzi; ed io lo pubblico, affinché s'egli
+mai fosse morto, ed avesse agli ospiti suoi lasciato tanto da porgli
+una lapide, lo facciano scolpire sovr'essa:
+
+\spatium {1\leading}
+\begin{versus}
+\Forma \strophae {c}
+DIDYMI . CLERICI
+VITIA . VIRTUS . OSSA
+HIC . POST . ANNOS . \dag\dag\dag
+CONQUIEVERUNT
+\end{versus}
+\endprosa
+\end{document}
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+ {The New Shakespeare\\[.5ex]
+ Cambridge University Press, 1968}
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+\persona{Claudius}, King of Denmark
+
+\persona{Hamlet}, Prince of Denmark, son to the late, %
+ and nephew to the present king
+
+\persona{Polonius}, Principal Secretary of State
+
+\persona{Horatio}, friend to Hamlet
+
+\persona{Laertes}, son to Polonius
+
+\begin{Characters}{ambassadors to Norway}
+ \persona{Valtemand}
+ \persona{Cornelius}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\begin{Characters}{formerly fellow-students with Hamlet}
+ \persona{Rosencrantz}
+ \persona{Guildenstern}
+\end{Characters}
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+\persona{Osric}, a fantastic fop
+
+\begin{unnamed}
+ A Gentleman
+ A Doctor of Divinity
+\end{unnamed}
+
+\begin{Characters}{Gentlemen of the Guard}
+\persona{Marcellus}
+\persona{Bernardo}
+\persona{Francisco}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\persona{Reynaldo}, servant to Polonius
+
+\begin{unnamed}
+ Four or five Players
+ Two grave-diggers
+\end{unnamed}
+
+
+\persona{Fortinbras}, Prince of Norway
+
+\begin{unnamed}
+ A Norwegian Captain
+ English Ambassadors
+\end{unnamed}
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+
+\persona{Gertrude}, queen of Denmark, mother to Hamlet
+
+\persona{Ophelia}, daughter to Polonius
+
+\(c) Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers,\\
+ and other Attendants\)
+
+\persona{\textit{The} Ghost} of Hamlet's father
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+\persona*[1]{Hamlet}
+\persona*[2]{King}
+\persona*[3]{Queen}
+\persona*[4]{Ophelia}
+\persona*[5]{Polonius}
+\persona*[6]{Horatio}
+\persona*[7]{Laertes}
+\persona*[8]{Valtemand}
+\persona*[9]{Cornelius}
+\persona*[10]{Rosencrantz}
+\persona*[11]{Guildenstern}
+\persona*[12]{Osric}
+\persona*[13]{Marcellus}
+\persona*[14]{Barnardo}
+\persona*[15]{Francisco}
+\persona*[16]{Reynaldo}
+\persona*[17]{Fortinbras}
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+\titulus {\thispagestyle{empty}\RelSize{2}%
+ THE\\[1ex]
+ TRAGEDY OF HAMLET\\[.8ex]
+ \RelSize{-1}%
+ PRINCE OF DENMARK
+}
+
+\spatium {4ex}
+
+\Act %1
+
+\Scene {Elsinore. A platform before the castle}
+
+ \(\15 at his post. Enter to him \14\)
+
+\14 Who's there?
+
+\15 Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
+
+\14 Long live the king!
+
+\15 Barnardo?
+
+\14 He.
+
+\15 You come most carefully upon your hour.
+
+\14 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.
+
+\15 For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
+ And I am sick at heart.
+
+\14 Have you had quiet guard? \\
+
+\15 Not a mouse stirring.
+
+\14 Well, good night.
+ If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
+ The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
+
+\15 I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?
+
+ \(Enter \6 and \13\)
+
+\6 Friends to this ground. \\
+
+\13 And liegemen to the Dane.
+
+\15 Give you good night. \\
+
+\13 O, farewell, honest soldier:
+ Who hath relieved you? \\
+
+\15 Barnardo has my place.
+ Give you good night. \\ \[r]exit\]
+
+\13 Holla! Barnardo! \\
+
+\14 Say,
+ What, is Horatio there? \\
+
+\6 A piece of him.
+
+\14 Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.
+
+\13 What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
+
+\14 I have seen nothing.
+
+\13 Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
+ And will not let belief take hold of him
+ Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
+ Therefore I have entreated him along
+ With us to watch the minutes of this night;
+ That if again this apparition come,
+ He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
+
+\6 Tush, tush, 'twill not appear. \\
+
+\14 Sit down awhile;
+ And let us once again assail your ears,
+ That are so fortified against our story
+ What we have two nights seen. \\
+
+\6 Well, sit we down,
+ And let us hear Barnardo speak of this.
+
+\14 Last night of all,
+ When yond same star that's westward from the pole
+ Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
+ Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
+ The bell then beating one,---
+
+ \(Enter the \18\)
+
+\13 Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
+
+\14 In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
+
+\13 Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
+
+\14 Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.
+
+\6 Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.
+
+\14 It would be spoke to. \\
+
+\13 Question it, Horatio.
+
+\6 What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
+ Together with that fair and warlike form
+ In which the majesty of buried Denmark
+ Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!
+
+\13 It is offended. \\
+
+\14 See, it stalks away!
+
+\6 Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! \[r]exit the \18\]
+\13 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
+
+\14 How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:
+ Is not this something more than fantasy?
+ What think you on't?
+
+\6 Before my God, I might not this believe
+ Without the sensible and true avouch
+ Of mine own eyes. \\
+
+\13 Is it not like the king?
+
+\6 As thou art to thyself:
+ Such was the very armour he had on
+ When he the ambitious Norway combated;
+ So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
+ He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
+ 'Tis strange.
+
+\13 Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
+ With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
+
+\6 In what particular thought to work I know not;
+ But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
+ This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
+
+\13 Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
+ Why this same strict and most observant watch
+ So nightly toils the subject of the land,
+ And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
+ And foreign mart for implements of war;
+ Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
+ Does not divide the Sunday from the week;
+ What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
+ Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:
+ Who is't that can inform me? \\
+
+\6 That can I;
+ At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
+ Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
+ Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
+ Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
+ Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet---
+ For so this side of our known world esteem'd him---
+ Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,
+ Well ratified by law and heraldry,
+ Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
+ Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:
+ Against the which, a moiety competent
+ Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
+ To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
+ Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,
+ And carriage of the article design'd,
+ His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
+ Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
+ Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
+ Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,
+ For food and diet, to some enterprise
+ That hath a stomach in't; which is no other---
+ As it doth well appear unto our state---
+ But to recover of us, by strong hand
+ And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
+ So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
+ Is the main motive of our preparations,
+ The source of this our watch and the chief head
+ Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
+
+\14 I think it be no other but e'en so:
+ Well may it sort that this portentous figure
+ Comes armed through our watch; so like the king
+ That was and is the question of these wars.
+
+\6 A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
+ In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
+ A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
+ The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
+ Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
+ As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
+ Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
+ Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
+ Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
+ And even the like precurse of fierce events,
+ As harbingers preceding still the fates
+ And prologue to the omen coming on,
+ Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
+ Unto our climatures and countrymen.---
+ But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
+
+ \(Re-enter the \18\)
+
+ I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
+ If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
+ Speak to me:
+ If there be any good thing to be done,
+ That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
+ Speak to me:
+ If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
+ Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
+ O, speak!
+ Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
+ Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
+ For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
+ \[r]a cock crows\]
+ Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.
+
+\13 Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
+
+\6 Do, if it will not stand. \\
+
+\14 'Tis here! \\
+
+\6 'Tis here!
+
+\13 'Tis gone! \[r]exit the \18\]
+ We do it wrong, being so majestical,
+ To offer it the show of violence;
+ For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
+ And our vain blows malicious mockery.
+
+\14 It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
+
+\6 And then it started like a guilty thing
+ Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
+ The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
+ Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
+ Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
+ Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
+ The extravagant and erring spirit hies
+ To his confine: and of the truth herein
+ This present object made probation.
+
+\13 It faded on the crowing of the cock.
+ Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
+ Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
+ The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
+ And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
+ The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
+ No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
+ So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
+
+\6 So have I heard and do in part believe it.
+ But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
+ Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:
+ Break we our watch up; and by my advice,
+ Let us impart what we have seen to-night
+ Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
+ This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
+ Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
+ As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
+
+\13 Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know
+ Where we shall find him most conveniently. \[r]exeunt\]
+
+\Scene {A room of state in the castle}
+
+ \(c)Enter \2, \3, \1, \5, \\
+ \7, \8, \9, Lords, and Attendants\)
+
+\2 Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
+ The memory be green, and that it us befitted
+ To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom
+ To be contracted in one brow of woe,
+ Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
+ That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
+ Together with remembrance of ourselves.
+ Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
+ The imperial jointress to this warlike state,
+ Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,---
+ With an auspicious and a dropping eye,
+ With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
+ In equal scale weighing delight and dole,---
+ Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
+ Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
+ With this affair along. For all, our thanks.
+ Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,
+ Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
+ Or thinking by our late dear brother's death
+ Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
+ Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,
+ He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
+ Importing the surrender of those lands
+ Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,
+ To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
+ Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:
+ Thus much the business is: we have here writ
+ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,---
+ Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
+ Of this his nephew's purpose,---to suppress
+ His further gait herein; in that the levies,
+ The lists and full proportions, are all made
+ Out of his subject: and we here dispatch
+ You, good Cornelius, and you, Valtemand,
+ For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;
+ Giving to you no further personal power
+ To business with the king, more than the scope
+ Of these delated articles allow.
+ Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.
+
+
+\persona{Cornelius, Valtemand} In that and all things will we show our duty.
+
+
+\2 We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell. \[r]exeunt \8 and \9\]
+ And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
+ You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?
+ You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
+ And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
+ That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
+ The head is not more native to the heart,
+ The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
+ Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
+ What wouldst thou have, Laertes? \\
+
+\7 My dread lord,
+ Your leave and favour to return to France;
+ From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,
+ To show my duty in your coronation,
+ Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
+ My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
+ And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
+
+\2 Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
+
+\5 He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
+ By laboursome petition, and at last
+ Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:
+ I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
+
+\2 Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
+ And thy best graces spend it at thy will!
+ But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,---
+
+\aparte\1 A little more than kin, and less than kind.
+
+\2 How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
+
+\1 Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.
+
+\3 Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
+ And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
+ Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
+ Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
+ Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
+ Passing through nature to eternity.
+
+\1 Ay, madam, it is common. \\
+
+\3 If it be,
+ Why seems it so particular with thee?
+
+\1 Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not `seems.'
+ 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
+ Nor customary suits of solemn black,
+ Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
+ No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
+ Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,
+ Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
+ That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
+ For they are actions that a man might play:
+ But I have that within which passeth show;
+ These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
+
+\2 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
+ To give these mourning duties to your father:
+ But, you must know, your father lost a father;
+ That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
+ In filial obligation for some term
+ To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever
+ In obstinate condolement is a course
+ Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;
+ It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
+ A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
+ An understanding simple and unschool'd:
+ For what we know must be and is as common
+ As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
+ Why should we in our peevish opposition
+ Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,
+ A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
+ To reason most absurd: whose common theme
+ Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
+ From the first corse till he that died to-day,
+ `This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth
+ This unprevailing woe, and think of us
+ As of a father: for let the world take note,
+ You are the most immediate to our throne;
+ And with no less nobility of love
+ Than that which dearest father bears his son,
+ Do I impart toward you. For your intent
+ In going back to school in Wittenberg,
+ It is most retrograde to our desire:
+ And we beseech you, bend you to remain
+ Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
+ Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
+
+\3 Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:
+ I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.
+
+\1 I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
+
+\2 Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:
+ Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
+ This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet
+ Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,
+ No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,
+ But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
+ And the king's rouse the heavens all bruit again,
+ Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. \[r]exeunt all but \1\]
+\1 O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
+ Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
+ Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
+ His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
+ How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
+ Seem to me all the uses of this world!
+ Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
+ That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
+ Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
+ But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
+ So excellent a king; that was, to this,
+ Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
+ That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
+ Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
+ Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
+ As if increase of appetite had grown
+ By what it fed on: and yet, within a month---
+ Let me not think on't---Frailty, thy name is woman!---
+ A little month, or ere those shoes were old
+ With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
+ Like Niobe, all tears:---why she, even she---
+ O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
+ Would have mourn'd longer---married with my uncle,
+ My father's brother, but no more like my father
+ Than I to Hercules: within a month:
+ Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
+ Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
+ She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
+ With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
+ It is not nor it cannot come to good:
+ But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.
+
+ \(Enter \6, \13, and \14\)
+
+\6 Hail to your lordship! \\
+
+\1 I am glad to see you well:
+ Horatio,---or I do forget myself.
+
+\6 The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
+
+\1 Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you: \[r]they clasp hands\]
+ And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
+ Marcellus? \[r]he gives his hand\]
+
+\13 My good lord---
+
+\1 I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir. \[r]he bows to \14\]
+ But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
+
+\6 A truant disposition, good my lord.
+
+\1 I would not hear your enemy say so,
+ Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
+ To make it truster of your own report
+ Against yourself: I know you are no truant.
+ But what is your affair in Elsinore?
+ We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
+
+\6 My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
+
+\1 I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
+ I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
+
+\6 Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
+
+\1 Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
+ Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
+ Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
+ Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
+ My father!---methinks I see my father.
+
+\6 Where, my lord? \\
+
+\1 In my mind's eye, Horatio.
+
+\6 I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
+
+\1 He was a man, take him for all in all,
+ I shall not look upon his like again.
+
+\6 My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
+
+\1 Saw? who?
+
+\6 My lord, the king your father. \\
+
+\1 The king my father!
+
+\6 Season your admiration for awhile
+ With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
+ Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
+ This marvel to you. \\
+
+\1 For God's love, let me hear.
+
+\6 Two nights together had these gentlemen,
+ Marcellus and Barnardo, on their watch,
+ In the dead vast and middle of the night,
+ Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
+ Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
+ Appears before them, and with solemn march
+ Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd
+ By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
+ Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled
+ Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
+ Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
+ In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
+ And I with them the third night kept the watch;
+ Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
+ Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
+ The apparition comes: I knew your father;
+ These hands are not more like. \\
+
+\1 But where was this?
+
+\13 My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
+
+\1 Did you not speak to it? \\
+
+\6 My lord, I did;
+ But answer made it none: yet once methought
+ It lifted up its head and did address
+ Itself to motion, like as it would speak;
+ But even then the morning cock crew loud,
+ And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
+ And vanish'd from our sight. \\
+
+\1 'Tis very strange.
+
+\6 As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
+ And we did think it writ down in our duty
+ To let you know of it.
+
+\1 Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
+ Hold you the watch to-night? \\
+
+
+\persona{All} We do, my lord.
+
+
+\1 Arm'd, say you?
+
+
+\persona{All} Arm'd, my lord.
+
+
+\1 From top to toe? \\
+
+
+\persona{All} My lord, from head to foot.
+
+
+\1 Then saw you not his face?
+
+\6 O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
+
+\1 What, look'd he frowningly?
+
+\6 A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
+
+\1 Pale or red?
+
+\6 Nay, very pale. \\
+
+\1 And fix'd his eyes upon you?
+
+\6 Most constantly. \\
+
+\1 I would I had been there.
+
+\6 It would have much amazed you.
+
+\1 Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?
+
+\6 While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
+
+
+\personae{Marcellus, Barnardo} Longer, longer.
+
+
+\6 Not when I saw't. \\
+
+\1 His beard was grizzled---no?
+
+\6 It was, as I have seen it in his life,
+ A sable silver'd. \\
+
+\1 I will watch to-night;
+ Perchance 'twill walk again. \\
+
+\6 I warrant it will.
+
+\1 If it assume my noble father's person,
+ I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
+ And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
+ If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
+ Let it be tenable in your silence still;
+ And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
+ Give it an understanding, but no tongue:
+ I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:
+ Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
+ I'll visit you. \\
+
+\persona{All} Our duty to your honour.
+
+\1 Your loves, as mine to you: farewell. \[r]exeunt all but \1\]
+ My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
+ I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!
+ Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,
+ Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. \[r]exit\]
+
+\Scene {A room in Polonius' house}
+
+
+ \(Enter \7 and \4\)
+
+\7 My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:
+ And, sister, as the winds give benefit
+ And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
+ But let me hear from you. \\
+
+\4 Do you doubt that?
+
+\7 For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,
+ Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
+ A violet in the youth of primy nature,
+ Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
+ The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
+ No more. \\
+
+\4 No more but so? \\
+
+\7 Think it no more;
+ For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
+ In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
+ The inward service of the mind and soul
+ Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
+ And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
+ The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
+ His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
+ For he himself is subject to his birth:
+ He may not, as unvalued persons do,
+ Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
+ The safety and health of this whole state;
+ And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
+ Unto the voice and yielding of that body
+ Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
+ It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
+ As he in his particular act and place
+ May give his saying deed; which is no further
+ Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
+ Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
+ If with too credent ear you list his songs,
+ Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
+ To his unmaster'd importunity.
+ Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
+ And keep you in the rear of your affection,
+ Out of the shot and danger of desire.
+ The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
+ If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
+ Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
+ The canker galls the infants of the spring,
+ Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
+ And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
+ Contagious blastments are most imminent.
+ Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
+ Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
+
+\4 I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
+ As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
+ Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
+ Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
+ Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
+ Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
+ And recks not his own rede. \\
+
+\7 O, fear me not.
+ I stay too long: but here my father comes.
+
+ \(Enter \5\)
+
+ A double blessing is a double grace,
+ Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
+
+\5 Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
+ The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
+ And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
+ And these few precepts in thy memory
+ See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
+ Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
+ Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
+ Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
+ Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
+ But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
+ Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
+ Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
+ Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
+ Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
+ Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
+ Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
+ But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
+ For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
+ And they in France of the best rank and station
+ Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
+ Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
+ For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
+ And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
+ This above all: to thine ownself be true,
+ And it must follow, as the night the day,
+ Thou canst not then be false to any man.
+ Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
+
+\7 Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
+
+\5 The time invites you; go; your servants tend.
+
+\7 Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
+ What I have said to you. \\
+
+\4 'Tis in my memory lock'd,
+ And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
+
+\7 Farewell. \[r]exit\]
+
+\5 What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?
+
+\4 So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
+
+\5 Marry, well bethought:
+ 'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
+ Given private time to you; and you yourself
+ Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:
+ If it be so, as so 'tis put on me,
+ And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
+ You do not understand yourself so clearly
+ As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
+ What is between you? give me up the truth.
+
+\4 He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
+ Of his affection to me.
+
+\5 Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
+ Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
+ Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
+
+\4 I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
+
+\5 Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;
+ That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
+ Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
+ Or---not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
+ Running it thus---you'll tender me a fool.
+
+\4 My lord, he hath importuned me with love
+ In honourable fashion.
+
+\5 Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
+
+\4 And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
+ With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
+
+\5 Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
+ When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
+ Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
+ Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,
+ Even in their promise, as it is a-making,
+ You must not take for fire. From this time
+ Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;
+ Set your entreatments at a higher rate
+ Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
+ Believe so much in him, that he is young
+ And with a larger tether may he walk
+ Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,
+ Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
+ Not of that dye which their investments show,
+ But mere implorators of unholy suits,
+ Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
+ The better to beguile. This is for all:
+ I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
+ Have you so slander any moment leisure,
+ As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
+ Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.
+
+\4 I shall obey, my lord. \[r]exeunt\]
+
+\Scene {The platform}
+
+ \(Enter \1, \6, and \13\)
+
+\1 The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
+
+\6 It is a nipping and an eager air.
+
+\1 What hour now? \\
+
+\6 I think it lacks of twelve.
+
+\1 No, it is struck.
+
+\6 Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season
+ Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
+ \[r]a flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off\]
+ What does this mean, my lord?
+
+\1 The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
+ Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;
+ And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
+ The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
+ The triumph of his pledge. \\
+
+\6 Is it a custom?
+
+\1 Ay, marry, is't:
+ But to my mind, though I am native here
+ And to the manner born, it is a custom
+ More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
+ This heavy-headed revel east and west
+ Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:
+ They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
+ Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
+ From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
+ The pith and marrow of our attribute.
+ So, oft it chances in particular men,
+ That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
+ As, in their birth---wherein they are not guilty,
+ Since nature cannot choose his origin---
+ By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
+ Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
+ Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens
+ The form of plausive manners, that these men,
+ Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
+ Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,---
+ Their virtues else---be they as pure as grace,
+ As infinite as man may undergo---
+ Shall in the general censure take corruption
+ From that particular fault: the dram of eale
+ Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
+ To his own scandal. \\
+
+ \(Enter the \18\)
+
+\6 Look, my lord, it comes!
+
+\1 Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
+ Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
+ Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
+ Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
+ Thou comest in such a questionable shape
+ That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
+ King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
+ Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
+ Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
+ Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
+ Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
+ Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
+ To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
+ That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
+ Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
+ Making night hideous; and we fools of nature
+ So horridly to shake our disposition
+ With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
+ Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
+ \[r]the \18 beckons\]
+
+\6 It beckons you to go away with it,
+ As if it some impartment did desire
+ To you alone. \\
+
+\13 Look, with what courteous action
+ It waves you to a more removed ground:
+ But do not go with it. \\
+
+\6 No, by no means.
+
+\1 It will not speak; then I will follow it.
+
+\6 Do not, my lord. \\
+
+\1 Why, what should be the fear?
+ I do not set my life in a pin's fee;
+ And for my soul, what can it do to that,
+ Being a thing immortal as itself?
+ It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
+
+\6 What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
+ Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
+ That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
+ And there assume some other horrible form,
+ Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
+ And draw you into madness? think of it:
+ The very place puts toys of desperation,
+ Without more motive, into every brain
+ That looks so many fathoms to the sea
+ And hears it roar beneath. \\
+
+\1 It waves me still.
+ Go on; I'll follow thee.
+
+\13 You shall not go, my lord. \\
+
+\1 Hold off your hands.
+
+\6 Be ruled; you shall not go. \\
+
+\1 My fate cries out,
+ And makes each petty artery in this body
+ As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
+ Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.
+ By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
+ I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee. \[r]exeunt the \18 and \1\]
+
+\6 He waxes desperate with imagination.
+
+\13 Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
+
+\6 Have after. To what issue will this come?
+
+\13 Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
+
+\6 Heaven will direct it. \\
+
+\13 Nay, let's follow him. \[r]exeunt\]
+
+\Scene {Another part of the platform}
+
+
+ \(Enter the \18 and \1\)
+
+\1 Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
+
+\18 Mark me. \\
+
+\1 I will. \\
+
+\18 My hour is almost come,
+ When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
+ Must render up myself. \\
+
+\1 Alas, poor ghost!
+
+\18 Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
+ To what I shall unfold. \\
+
+\1 Speak; I am bound to hear.
+
+\18 So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
+
+\1 What?
+
+\18 I am thy father's spirit,
+ Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
+ And for the day confined to fast in fires,
+ Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
+ Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
+ To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
+ I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
+ Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
+ Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
+ Thy knotted and combined locks to part
+ And each particular hair to stand on end,
+ Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
+ But this eternal blazon must not be
+ To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
+ If thou didst ever thy dear father love---
+
+\1 O God!
+
+\18 Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
+
+\1 Murder!
+
+\18 Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
+ But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
+
+\1 Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
+ As meditation or the thoughts of love,
+ May sweep to my revenge. \\
+
+\18 I find thee apt;
+ And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
+ That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
+ Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
+ 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
+ A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
+ Is by a forged process of my death
+ Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
+ The serpent that did sting thy father's life
+ Now wears his crown. \\
+
+\1 O my prophetic soul!
+ My uncle!
+
+\18 Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
+ With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,---
+ O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
+ So to seduce!---won to his shameful lust
+ The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
+ O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
+ From me, whose love was of that dignity
+ That it went hand in hand even with the vow
+ I made to her in marriage, and to decline
+ Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
+ To those of mine!
+ But virtue, as it never will be moved,
+ Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
+ So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
+ Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
+ And prey on garbage.
+ But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
+ Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
+ My custom always of the afternoon,
+ Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
+ With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
+ And in the porches of my ears did pour
+ The leperous distilment; whose effect
+ Holds such an enmity with blood of man
+ That swift as quicksilver it courses through
+ The natural gates and alleys of the body,
+ And with a sudden vigour doth posset
+ And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
+ The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
+ And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
+ Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
+ All my smooth body.
+ Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
+ Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
+ Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
+ Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
+ No reckoning made, but sent to my account
+ With all my imperfections on my head:
+ O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
+ If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
+ Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
+ A couch for luxury and damned incest.
+ But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
+ Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
+ Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
+ And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
+ To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
+ The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
+ And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
+ Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me. \[r]exit\]
+
+\1 O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
+ And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
+ And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
+ But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
+ Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
+ In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
+ Yea, from the table of my memory
+ I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
+ All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
+ That youth and observation copied there;
+ And thy commandment all alone shall live
+ Within the book and volume of my brain,
+ Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
+ O most pernicious woman!
+ O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
+ My tables,---meet it is I set it down,
+ That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
+ At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark: \[r]Writing\]
+ So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
+ It is `Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
+ I have sworn 't.
+
+
+\6 My lord, my lord,--- \\[---]
+
+
+\13 Lord Hamlet,--- \\[---]
+
+\6 Heaven secure him!
+
+\aparte\1 So be it!
+
+\6 Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
+\1 Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
+
+ \(Enter \6 and \13\)
+
+\13 How is't, my noble lord? \\
+
+\6 What news, my lord?
+
+\1 O, wonderful! \\
+
+\6 Good my lord, tell it.
+
+\1 No; you'll reveal it.
+
+\6 Not I, my lord, by heaven. \\
+
+\13 Nor I, my lord.
+
+\1 How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
+ But you'll be secret? \\
+
+
+\personae{Horatius, Marcellus} Ay, by heaven, my lord.
+
+
+\1 There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
+ But he's an arrant knave.
+
+\6 There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
+ To tell us this. \\
+
+\1 Why, right; you are i' the right;
+ And so, without more circumstance at all,
+ I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
+ You, as your business and desire shall point you;
+ For every man has business and desire,
+ Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
+ Look you, I'll go pray.
+
+\6 These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
+
+\1 I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
+ Yes, 'faith heartily. \\
+
+\6 There's no offence, my lord.
+
+\1 Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
+ And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
+ It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
+ For your desire to know what is between us,
+ O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
+ As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
+ Give me one poor request.
+
+\6 What is't, my lord? we will.
+
+\1 Never make known what you have seen to-night.
+
+
+\personae{Horatius, Marcellus} My lord, we will not.\\[l not.]
+
+\1 Nay, but swear't. \\
+
+\6 In faith,
+ My lord, not I. \\
+
+\13 Nor I, my lord, in faith.
+
+\1 Upon my sword. \\
+
+\13 We have sworn, my lord, already.
+
+\1 Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
+
+\18 \[beneath\] Swear.
+
+\1 Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, truepenny?
+ Come on---you hear this fellow in the cellarage---
+ Consent to swear. \\
+
+\6 Propose the oath, my lord.
+
+\1 Never to speak of this that you have seen,
+ Swear by my sword.
+
+\18 \[beneath\] Swear.
+
+\1 Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.
+ Come hither, gentlemen,
+ And lay your hands again upon my sword:
+ Never to speak of this that you have heard,
+ Swear by my sword.
+
+\18 \[beneath\] Swear.
+
+\1 Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?
+ A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
+
+\6 O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
+
+\1 And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
+ There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
+ Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
+ But come---
+ Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
+ How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
+ As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
+ To put an antic disposition on,
+ That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
+ With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
+ Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
+ As `Well, well, we know,' or `We could, an if we would,'
+ Or `If we list to speak,' or `There be, an if they might,'
+ Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
+ That you know aught of me: this not to do,
+ So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
+
+\18 \[beneath\] Swear.
+
+\1 Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! \[they swear\] So, gentlemen,
+ With all my love I do commend me to you:
+ And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
+ May do, to express his love and friending to you,
+ God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
+ And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
+ The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
+ That ever I was born to set it right!
+ Nay, come, let's go together. \[r]exeunt\]
+
+\Act %2
+
+\Scene {A room in \5' house}
+
+ \(Enter \5 and \16\)
+
+\5 Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.
+
+\16 I will, my lord.
+
+\5 You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,
+ Before you visit him, to make inquire
+ Of his behavior.\\
+
+\16 My lord, I did intend it.
+
+\5 Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir,
+ Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
+ And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
+ What company, at what expense; and finding
+ By this encompassment and drift of question
+ That they do know my son, come you more nearer
+ Than your particular demands will touch it:
+ Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him;
+ As thus, `I know his father and his friends,
+ And in part him: `do you mark this, Reynaldo?
+
+\16 Ay, very well, my lord.
+
+\5 `And in part him; but' you may say 'not well:
+ But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild;
+ Addicted so and so:' and there put on him
+ What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
+ As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
+ But, sir, such wanton, wild and usual slips
+ As are companions noted and most known
+ To youth and liberty.\\
+
+\16 As gaming, my lord.
+
+\5 Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling,
+ Drabbing: you may go so far.
+
+\16 My lord, that would dishonour him.
+
+\5 'Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge
+ You must not put another scandal on him,
+ That he is open to incontinency;
+ That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly
+ That they may seem the taints of liberty,
+ The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
+ A savageness in unreclaimed blood,
+ Of general assault.\\
+
+\16 But, my good lord,---
+
+\5 Wherefore should you do this?\\
+
+\16 Ay, my lord,
+ I would know that.\\
+
+\5 Marry, sir, here's my drift;
+ And I believe, it is a fetch of wit:
+ You laying these slight sullies on my son,
+ As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' the working, Mark you,
+ Your party in converse, him you would sound,
+ Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes
+ The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured
+ He closes with you in this consequence;
+ `Good sir,' or so, or `friend,' or `gentleman,'
+ According to the phrase or the addition
+ Of man and country.\\
+
+\16 Very good, my lord.
+
+\5 And then, sir, does he this---he does---what was I about to say?
+ By the mass, I was about to say something:
+ where did I leave?\\
+
+\16 At `closes in the consequence,'
+ at `friend or so,' and `gentleman.'
+
+\5 At `closes in the consequence,' ay, marry;
+ He closes thus: `I know the gentleman;
+ I saw him yesterday, or t' other day,
+ Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say,
+ There was a' gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse;
+ There falling out at tennis:' or perchance,
+ `I saw him enter such a house of sale,'
+ Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth.
+ See you now;
+ Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth:
+ And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
+ With windlasses and with assays of bias,
+ By indirections find directions out:
+ So by my former lecture and advice,
+ Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?
+
+\16 My lord, I have.\\
+
+\5 God be wi' you; fare you well.
+
+\16 Good my lord!
+
+\5 Observe his inclination in yourself.
+
+\16 I shall, my lord.
+
+\5 And let him ply his music.\\
+
+\16 Well, my lord. \[r]exit\]
+
+\5 Farewell!\\
+
+ \(Enter \4\)
+
+ How now, Ophelia! what's the matter?
+
+\4 O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
+
+\5 With what, i' the name of God?
+
+\4 My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
+ Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced;
+ No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd,
+ Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;
+ Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;
+ And with a look so piteous in purport
+ As if he had been loosed out of hell
+ To speak of horrors,---he comes before me.
+
+\5 Mad for thy love?\\
+
+\4 My lord, I do not know;
+ But truly, I do fear it.\\
+
+\5 What said he?
+
+\4 He took me by the wrist and held me hard;
+ Then goes he to the length of all his arm;
+ And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
+ He falls to such perusal of my face
+ As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so;
+ At last, a little shaking of mine arm
+ And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
+ He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
+ As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
+ And end his being: that done, he lets me go:
+ And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,
+ He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;
+ For out o' doors he went without their helps,
+ And, to the last, bended their light on me.
+
+\5 Come, go with me: I will go seek the king.
+ This is the very ecstasy of love,
+ Whose violent property fordoes itself
+ And leads the will to desperate undertakings
+ As oft as any passion under heaven
+ That does afflict our natures. I am sorry.
+ What, have you given him any hard words of late?
+
+\4 No, my good lord, but, as you did command,
+ I did repel his fetters and denied
+ His access to me.\\
+
+\5 That hath made him mad.
+ I am sorry that with better heed and judgment
+ I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle,
+ And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy!
+ By heaven, it is as proper to our age
+ To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions
+ As it is common for the younger sort
+ To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king:
+ This must be known; which, being kept close, might move
+ More grief to hide than hate to utter love.
+ Come \[r]exeunt\]
+
+
+\Scene {A room in the castle}
+
+ \(c)Enter \2, \3, \10, \11,\\ and Attendants\)
+
+\2 Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern!
+ Moreover that we much did long to see you,
+ The need we have to use you did provoke
+ Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
+ Of Hamlet's transformation; so call it,
+ Sith nor the exterior nor the inward man
+ Resembles that it was. What it should be,
+ More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
+ So much from the understanding of himself,
+ I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,
+ That, being of so young days brought up with him,
+ And sith so neighbour'd to his youth and havior,
+ That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
+ Some little time: so by your companies
+ To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather,
+ So much as from occasion you may glean,
+ Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus,
+ That, open'd, lies within our remedy.
+
+\3 Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you;
+ And sure I am two men there are not living
+ To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
+ To show us so much gentry and good will
+ As to expend your time with us awhile,
+ For the supply and profit of our hope,
+ Your visitation shall receive such thanks
+ As fits a king's remembrance.\\
+
+\10 Both your majesties
+ Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
+ Put your dread pleasures more into command
+ Than to entreaty.\\
+
+\11 But we both obey,
+ And here give up ourselves, in the full bent
+ To lay our service freely at your feet,
+ To be commanded.
+
+\2 Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.
+
+\3 Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz:
+ And I beseech you instantly to visit
+ My too much changed son. Go, some of you,
+ And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
+
+\11 Heavens make our presence and our practises
+ Pleasant and helpful to him!\\
+
+\3 Ay, amen! \[r]exeunt \10, \11 and some Attendants\]
+
+ \(Enter \5\)
+
+\5 The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
+ Are joyfully return'd.
+
+\2 Thou still hast been the father of good news.
+
+\5 Have I, my lord? I assure my good liege,
+ I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,
+ Both to my God and to my gracious king:
+ And I do think, or else this brain of mine
+ Hunts not the trail of policy so sure
+ As it hath used to do, that I have found
+ The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
+
+\2 O, speak of that; that do I long to hear.
+
+\5 Give first admittance to the ambassadors;
+ My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.
+
+\2 Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. \[r]exit \5\]
+ He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found
+ The head and source of all your son's distemper.
+
+\3 I doubt it is no other but the main;
+ His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage.
+
+\2 Well, we shall sift him.\\
+
+
+ \(Re-enter \5, with \8 and \9\)
+
+ Welcome, my good friends!
+ Say, Valtemand, what from our brother Norway?
+
+\8 Most fair return of greetings and desires.
+ Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
+ His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd
+ To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack;
+ But, better look'd into, he truly found
+ It was against your highness: whereat grieved,
+ That so his sickness, age and impotence
+ Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests
+ On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys;
+ Receives rebuke from Norway, and in fine
+ Makes vow before his uncle never more
+ To give the assay of arms against your majesty.
+ Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
+ Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee,
+ And his commission to employ those soldiers,
+ So levied as before, against the Polack:
+ With an entreaty, herein further shown,
+ \[r]Giving a paper\]
+ That it might please you to give quiet pass
+ Through your dominions for this enterprise,
+ On such regards of safety and allowance
+ As therein are set down.\\
+
+\2 It likes us well;
+ And at our more consider'd time well read,
+ Answer, and think upon this business.
+ Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour:
+ Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together:
+ Most welcome home!\\ \[r]exeunt \8 and \9\]
+
+\5 This business is well ended.
+ My liege, and madam, to expostulate
+ What majesty should be, what duty is,
+ Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
+ Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
+ Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
+ And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
+ I will be brief: your noble son is mad:
+ Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,
+ What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
+ But let that go.\\
+
+\3 More matter, with less art.
+
+\5 Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
+ That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity;
+ And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure;
+ But farewell it, for I will use no art.
+ Mad let us grant him, then: and now remains
+ That we find out the cause of this effect,
+ Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
+ For this effect defective comes by cause:
+ Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
+ Perpend.
+ I have a daughter---have while she is mine---
+ Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,
+ Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise.
+ \[reads\] `To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most
+ beautified Ophelia,'---
+ That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; `beautified' is
+ a vile phrase: but you shall hear. Thus: \[r]reads\]
+ `In her excellent white bosom, these, \&c.'
+
+\3 Came this from Hamlet to her?
+
+\5 Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. \[r]reads\]
+\begin{song}[-3]
+ `Doubt thou the stars are fire;
+ Doubt that the sun doth move;
+ Doubt truth to be a liar;
+ But never doubt I love.
+\end{song}
+ O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers;
+ I have not art to reckon my groans: but that
+ I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.
+\begin{song}[-3]
+ Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst
+ this machine is to him, \textsc{Hamlet}.'
+\end{song}
+ This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me,
+ And more above, hath his solicitings,
+ As they fell out by time, by means and place,
+ All given to mine ear. \\
+
+\2 But how hath she
+ Received his love? \\
+
+\5 What do you think of me?
+
+\2 As of a man faithful and honourable.
+
+\5 I would fain prove so. But what might you think,
+ When I had seen this hot love on the wing---
+ As I perceived it, I must tell you that,
+ Before my daughter told me---what might you,
+ Or my dear majesty your queen here, think,
+ If I had play'd the desk or table-book,
+ Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,
+ Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;
+ What might you think? No, I went round to work,
+ And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:
+ `Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star;
+ This must not be:' and then I precepts gave her,
+ That she should lock herself from his resort,
+ Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
+ Which done, she took the fruits of my advice;
+ And he, repulsed---a short tale to make---
+ Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,
+ Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,
+ Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,
+ Into the madness wherein now he raves,
+ And all we mourn for. \\
+
+\2 Do you think 'tis this?
+
+\3 It may be, very likely.
+
+\5 Hath there been such a time---I'd fain know that---
+ That I have positively said `Tis so,'
+ When it proved otherwise? \\
+
+\2 Not that I know.
+
+\5 \[Pointing to his head and shoulder\]
+ Take this from this, if this be otherwise:
+ If circumstances lead me, I will find
+ Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
+ Within the centre. \\
+
+\2 How may we try it further?
+
+\5 You know, sometimes he walks four hours together
+ Here in the lobby. \\
+
+\3 So he does indeed.
+
+\5 At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him:
+ Be you and I behind an arras then;
+ Mark the encounter: if he love her not
+ And be not from his reason fall'n thereon,
+ Let me be no assistant for a state,
+ But keep a farm and carters. \\
+
+\2 We will try it.
+
+\3 But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.
+
+\5 Away, I do beseech you, both away:
+ I'll board him presently. \\ \[r]exeunt \2, \3\]
+
+ \(Enter \1, reading\)
+
+ O, give me leave:
+\Prosa
+ How does my good Lord Hamlet?
+
+\1 Well, God-a-mercy.
+
+\5 Do you know me, my lord?
+
+\1 Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.
+
+\5 Not I, my lord.
+
+\1 Then I would you were so honest a man.
+
+\5 Honest, my lord!
+
+\1 Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be
+ one man picked out of ten thousand.
+
+\5 That's very true, my lord.
+
+\1 For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a
+ god kissing carrion,---Have you a daughter?
+
+\5 I have, my lord.
+
+\1 Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a
+ blessing: but not as your daughter may conceive.
+ Friend, look to 't.
+
+\aparte\5 How say you by that? Still harping on my
+ daughter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I
+ was a fishmonger: he is far gone, far gone: and
+ truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for
+ love; very near this. I'll speak to him again.
+ What do you read, my lord?
+
+\1 Words, words, words.
+
+\5 What is the matter, my lord?
+
+\1 Between who?
+
+\5 I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
+
+\1 Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here
+ that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
+ wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
+ plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of
+ wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,
+ though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet
+ I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
+ yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
+ you could go backward.
+
+\aparte\5 Though this be madness, yet there is method
+ in 't. Will you walk out of the air, my lord?
+
+\1 Into my grave.
+
+\aparte\5 Indeed, that is out o' the air.
+ How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness
+ that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity
+ could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will
+ leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of
+ meeting between him and my daughter.---My honourable
+ lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.
+
+\1 You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will
+ more willingly part withal: except my life, except
+ my life, except my life.
+
+\5 Fare you well, my lord.
+
+\1 These tedious old fools!
+
+ \(Enter \10 and \11\)
+
+\5 You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.
+
+\10 \[To \5\] God save you, sir! \[r]exit \5\]
+\11 My honoured lord!
+
+\10 My most dear lord!
+
+\1 My excellent good friends! How dost thou,
+ Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
+
+\10 As the indifferent children of the earth.
+
+\11 Happy, in that we are not over-happy;
+ On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
+
+\1 Nor the soles of her shoe?
+
+\10 Neither, my lord.
+
+\1 Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of
+ her favours?
+
+\11 'Faith, her privates we.
+
+\1 In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she
+ is a strumpet. What's the news?
+
+\10 None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
+
+\1 Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true.
+ Let me question more in particular: what have you,
+ my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune,
+ that she sends you to prison hither?
+
+\11 Prison, my lord!
+
+\1 Denmark's a prison.
+
+\10 Then is the world one.
+
+\1 A goodly one; in which there are many confines,
+ wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.
+
+\10 We think not so, my lord.
+
+\1 Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing
+ either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me
+ it is a prison.
+
+\10 Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too
+ narrow for your mind.
+
+\1 O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count
+ myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I
+ have bad dreams.
+
+\11 Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very
+ substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
+
+\1 A dream itself is but a shadow.
+
+\10 Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a
+ quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
+
+\1 Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and
+ outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we
+ to the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason.
+
+
+\personae{Rosencrantz, Guildenstern} We'll wait upon you.
+
+
+\1 No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest
+ of my servants, for, to speak to you like an honest
+ man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, in the
+ beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?
+
+\10 To visit you, my lord; no other occasion.
+
+\1 Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I
+ thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are
+ too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it
+ your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come,
+ deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak.
+
+\11 What should we say, my lord?
+
+\1 Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent
+ for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks
+ which your modesties have not craft enough to colour:
+ I know the good king and queen have sent for you.
+
+\10 To what end, my lord?
+
+\1 That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by
+ the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of
+ our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved
+ love, and by what more dear a better proposer could
+ charge you withal, be even and direct with me,
+ whether you were sent for, or no?
+
+\aparte\10 What say you?
+
+\aparte\1 Nay, then, I have an eye of you.---If you
+ love me, hold not off.
+
+\11 My lord, we were sent for.
+
+\1 I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
+ prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king
+ and queen moult no feather. I have of late---but
+ wherefore I know not---lost all my mirth, forgone all
+ custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
+ with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
+ earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
+ excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
+ o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
+ with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
+ me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
+ What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
+ how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
+ express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
+ in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
+ world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
+ what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
+ me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
+ you seem to say so.
+
+\10 My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
+
+\1 Why did you laugh then, when I said `man delights not me'?
+
+\10 To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what
+ lenten entertainment the players shall receive from
+ you: we coted them on the way; and hither are they
+ coming, to offer you service.
+
+\1 He that plays the king shall be welcome; his majesty
+ shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight
+ shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not
+ sigh gratis; the humourous man shall end his part
+ in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose
+ lungs are tickled o' the sere; and the lady shall
+ say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt
+ for't. What players are they?
+
+\10 Even those you were wont to take delight in, the
+ tragedians of the city.
+
+\1 How chances it they travel? their residence, both
+ in reputation and profit, was better both ways.
+
+\10 \DriveOut* I think their inhibition comes by the means
+ of the late innovation.
+
+
+\1 Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was
+ in the city? are they so followed?
+
+
+\10 No, indeed, are they not.
+
+
+\1 How comes it? do they grow rusty?
+
+\10 Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but
+ there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases,
+ that cry out on the top of question, and are most
+ tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the
+ fashion, and so berattle the common stages---so they
+ call them---that many wearing rapiers are afraid of
+ goose-quills and dare scarce come thither.
+
+\1 What, are they children? who maintains 'em? how are
+ they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no
+ longer than they can sing? will they not say
+ afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common
+ players---as it is most like, if their means are no
+ better---their writers do them wrong, to make them
+ exclaim against their own succession?
+
+\10 'Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and
+ the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to
+ controversy: there was, for a while, no money bid
+ for argument, unless the poet and the player went to
+ cuffs in the question.
+
+\1 Is't possible?
+
+\11 O, there has been much throwing about of brains.
+
+\1 Do the boys carry it away?
+
+\10 Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too.
+
+\1 It is not very strange; for mine uncle is king of
+ Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while
+ my father lived, give twenty, forty, fifty, an
+ hundred ducats a-piece for his picture in little.
+ 'Sblood, there is something in this more than
+ natural, if philosophy could find it out.
+
+ \[r]flourish of trumpets within\]
+\11 There are the players.
+
+\1 Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands,
+ come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion
+ and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb,
+ lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you,
+ must show fairly outward, should more appear like
+ entertainment than yours. You are welcome: but my
+ uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.
+
+\11 In what, my dear lord?
+
+\1 I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is
+ southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
+
+ \(Enter \5\)
+
+\5 Well be with you, gentlemen!
+
+\aparte\1 Hark you, Guildenstern; and you too: at each ear a
+ hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet
+ out of his swaddling-clouts.
+
+\aparte\10 Happily he's the second time come to them; for they
+ say an old man is twice a child.
+
+\aparte\1 I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players;
+ mark it. You say right, sir: o' Monday morning;
+ 'twas so indeed.
+
+\5 My lord, I have news to tell you.
+
+\1 My lord, I have news to tell you.
+ When Roscius was an actor in Rome,---
+
+\5 The actors are come hither, my lord.
+
+\1 Buz, buz!
+
+\5 Upon mine honour,---
+
+\1 `Then came each actor on his ass,'---
+\5 \DriveOut*
+ The best actors in the world, either for tragedy,
+ comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical,
+ historical-pastoral, tragical-historical,
+ tragical-comical-historical-pastoral,
+ scene individable, or
+ poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor
+ Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the
+ liberty, these are the only men.
+
+\1 O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
+
+
+\5 What a treasure had he, my lord?
+
+\1 Why,
+\begin{song}[-4]
+ `One fair daughter and no more,
+ The which he loved passing well.'
+\end{song}
+
+\aparte\5 Still on my daughter.
+
+\1 Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah?
+
+\5 If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter
+ that I love passing well.
+
+\1 Nay, that follows not.
+
+\5 What follows, then, my lord?
+
+
+\1 Why,
+\begin{song}[-4]
+ `As by lot, God wot,'
+\end{song}
+ and then, you know,
+\begin{song}[-4]
+ `It came to pass, as most like it was,'---
+\end{song}
+ the first row of the pious chanson will show you
+ more; for look, where my abridgement comes.
+
+ \(Enter four or five Players\)
+
+ You are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad
+ to see thee well. Welcome, good friends. O, my old
+ friend! thy face is valenced since I saw thee last:
+ comest thou to beard me in Denmark? What, my young
+ lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is
+ nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the
+ altitude of a chopine. Pray God, your voice, like
+ apiece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the
+ ring. Masters, you are all welcome. We'll e'en
+ to't like French falconers, fly at any thing we see:
+ we'll have a speech straight: come, give us a taste
+ of your quality; come, a passionate speech.
+
+\03 What speech, my lord?
+
+\1 I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was
+ never acted; or, if it was, not above once; for the
+ play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas
+ caviare to the general: but it was---as I received
+ it, and others, whose judgments in such matters
+ cried in the top of mine---an excellent play, well
+ digested in the scenes, set down with as much
+ modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there
+ were no sallets in the lines to make the matter
+ savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might
+ indict the author of affectation; but called it an
+ honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very
+ much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I
+ chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido; and
+ thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of
+ Priam's slaughter: if it live in your memory, begin
+ at this line: let me see, let me see---
+\begin{Versus}
+ \Locus \textus {+2em}
+ `The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,'---
+\end{Versus}
+ it is not so:---it begins with Pyrrhus:---
+\begin{Versus}
+ \Locus \textus {+2em}
+ `The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
+ Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
+ When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
+ Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
+ With heraldry more dismal; head to foot
+ Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd
+ With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
+ Baked and impasted with the parching streets,
+ That lend a tyrannous and damned light
+ To their lord's murder: roasted in wrath and fire,
+ And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,
+ With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
+ Old grandsire Priam seeks.'\\
+\end{Versus}
+ So, proceed you.
+
+\5 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and
+ good discretion.
+
+\begin{Versus}
+\03 'Anon he finds him
+ \Locus \textus {+2em}
+ Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword,
+ Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
+ Repugnant to command: unequal match'd,
+ Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide;
+ But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
+ The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
+ Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
+ Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
+ Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword,
+ Which was declining on the milky head
+ Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick:
+ So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,
+ And like a neutral to his will and matter,
+ Did nothing.
+ But, as we often see, against some storm,
+ A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
+ The bold winds speechless and the orb below
+ As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder
+ Doth rend the region, so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
+ Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work;
+ And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
+ On Mars's armour forged for proof eterne
+ With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
+ Now falls on Priam.
+ Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods,
+ In general synod `take away her power;
+ Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
+ And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,
+ As low as to the fiends!'
+\end{Versus}
+
+\5 This is too long.
+
+\1 \DriveOut* It shall to the barber's, with your beard. Prithee,
+ say on: he's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he
+ sleeps: say on: come to Hecuba.
+
+\03 `But who, O, who had seen the mobled queen---'
+
+\1 `The mobled queen?'
+
+\5 That's good; `mobled queen' is good.
+
+\begin{Versus}
+ \Locus \textus {+2em}
+\03
+ `Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames
+ With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head
+ Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
+ About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,
+ A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;
+ Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
+ 'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have
+ pronounced:
+ But if the gods themselves did see her then
+ When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
+ In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
+ The instant burst of clamour that she made,
+ Unless things mortal move them not at all,
+ Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven,
+ And passion in the gods.'
+\end{Versus}
+
+\5 Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has
+ tears in's eyes. Pray you, no more.
+
+\1 'Tis well: I'll have thee speak out the rest soon.
+ Good my lord, will you see the players well
+ bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for
+ they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the
+ time: after your death you were better have a bad
+ epitaph than their ill report while you live.
+
+\5 My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
+
+\1 God's bodykins, man, much better: use every man
+ after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
+ Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less
+ they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty.
+ Take them in.
+
+\5 Come, sirs.
+
+\1 \DriveOut* Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow.
+ \[Exit \5 with all the Players but the First\]
+ Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the
+ Murder of Gonzago?
+
+\03 Ay, my lord.
+
+\1 We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need,
+ study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which
+ I would set down and insert in't, could you not?
+
+\03 Ay, my lord.
+
+\1 Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him
+ not. \[r]exit \03\]
+\00\[to \10 and \11\]My good friends, I'll leave you till night: you are
+ welcome to Elsinore.
+
+\10 Good my lord! \[r]exeunt \10 and \11 \]
+
+\endProsa
+
+\1 Ay, so, God be wi' ye; Now I am alone.
+ O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
+ Is it not monstrous that this player here,
+ But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
+ Could force his soul so to his own conceit
+ That from her working all his visage wann'd,
+ Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
+ A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
+ With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
+ For Hecuba!
+ What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
+ That he should weep for her? What would he do,
+ Had he the motive and the cue for passion
+ That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
+ And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
+ Make mad the guilty and appal the free,
+ Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
+ The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,
+ A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
+ Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
+ And can say nothing; no, not for a king,
+ Upon whose property and most dear life
+ A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
+ Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
+ Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
+ Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat,
+ As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?
+ Ha! 'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be
+ But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
+ To make oppression bitter, or ere this
+ I should have fatted all the region kites
+ With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain!
+ Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
+ O, vengeance!
+ Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
+ That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
+ Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
+ Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
+ And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,
+ A scullion! Fie upon't! foh!
+ About, my brain! I have heard
+ That guilty creatures sitting at a play
+ Have by the very cunning of the scene
+ Been struck so to the soul that presently
+ They have proclaim'd their malefactions;
+ For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
+ With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
+ Play something like the murder of my father
+ Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks;
+ I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench,
+ I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
+ May be the devil: and the devil hath power
+ To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
+ Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
+ As he is very potent with such spirits,
+ Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds
+ More relative than this: the play 's the thing
+ Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. \[r]exit\]
+
+
+\Act %3
+
+\Scene {A room in the castle}
+
+ \(c)Enter \2, \3, \5, \4,\\ \10, and \11\)
+
+\2 And can you, by no drift of circumstance,
+ Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
+ Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
+ With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
+
+\10 He does confess he feels himself distracted;
+ But from what cause he will by no means speak.
+
+\11 Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
+ But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,
+ When we would bring him on to some confession
+ Of his true state. \\
+
+\3 Did he receive you well?
+
+\10 Most like a gentleman.
+
+\11 But with much forcing of his disposition.
+
+\10 Niggard of question; but, of our demands,
+ Most free in his reply. \\
+
+\3 Did you assay him?
+ To any pastime?
+
+\10 Madam, it so fell out, that certain players
+ We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him;
+ And there did seem in him a kind of joy
+ To hear of it: they are about the court,
+ And, as I think, they have already order
+ This night to play before him. \\
+
+\5 'Tis most true:
+ And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties
+ To hear and see the matter.
+
+\2 With all my heart; and it doth much content me
+ To hear him so inclined.
+ Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
+ And drive his purpose on to these delights.
+
+\10 We shall, my lord. \\ \[r]exeunt \10 and \11\]
+\2 Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;
+ For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
+ That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
+ Affront Ophelia:
+ Her father and myself, lawful espials,
+ Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing, unseen,
+ We may of their encounter frankly judge,
+ And gather by him, as he is behaved,
+ If 't be the affliction of his love or no
+ That thus he suffers for. \\
+
+\3 I shall obey you.
+ And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
+ That your good beauties be the happy cause
+ Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues
+ Will bring him to his wonted way again,
+ To both your honours. \\
+
+\4 Madam, I wish it may. \[r]exit \3\]
+\5 Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you,
+ We will bestow ourselves. Read on this book;
+ That show of such an exercise may colour
+ Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,---
+ 'Tis too much proved---that with devotion's visage
+ And pious action we do sugar o'er
+ The devil himself. \\
+
+\aparte\2 O, 'tis too true!
+ How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
+ The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,
+ Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
+ Than is my deed to my most painted word:
+ O heavy burthen! \\
+
+\5 I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord. \[r]exeunt \2 and \5\]
+
+ \(Enter \1\)
+
+\1 To be, or not to be: that is the question:
+ Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
+ The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
+ Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
+ And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
+ No more; and by a sleep to say we end
+ The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
+ That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
+ Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
+ To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
+ For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
+ When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
+ Must give us pause: there's the respect
+ That makes calamity of so long life;
+ For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
+ The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
+ The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
+ The insolence of office and the spurns
+ That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
+ When he himself might his quietus make
+ With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
+ To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
+ But that the dread of something after death,
+ The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
+ No traveller returns, puzzles the will
+ And makes us rather bear those ills we have
+ Than fly to others that we know not of?
+ Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
+ And thus the native hue of resolution
+ Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
+ And enterprises of great pith and moment
+ With this regard their currents turn awry,
+ And lose the name of action.---Soft you now!
+ The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
+ Be all my sins remember'd. \\
+
+\4 Good my lord,
+ How does your honour for this many a day?
+
+\1 I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
+
+\4 My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
+ That I have longed long to re-deliver;
+ I pray you, now receive them. \\
+
+\1 No, not I;
+ I never gave you aught.
+
+\4 My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
+ And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
+ As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
+ Take these again; for to the noble mind
+ Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
+ There, my lord. \\
+
+\1 Ha, ha! are you honest?
+
+\Prosa
+
+\4 My lord?
+
+\1 Are you fair?
+
+\4 What means your lordship?
+
+\1 That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
+ admit no discourse to your beauty.
+
+\4 Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
+ with honesty?
+
+\1 Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
+ transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
+ force of honesty can translate beauty into his
+ likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
+ time gives it proof. I did love you once.
+
+\4 Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
+
+\1 You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
+ so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
+ it: I loved you not.
+
+\4 I was the more deceived.
+
+\1 Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
+ breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
+ but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
+ were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
+ proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
+ my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
+ imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
+ in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
+ between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
+ all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
+ Where's your father?
+
+\4 At home, my lord.
+
+\1 Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the
+ fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.
+
+\4 O, help him, you sweet heavens!
+
+\1 If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for
+ thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
+ snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
+ nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs
+ marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough
+ what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,
+ and quickly too. Farewell.
+
+\4 O heavenly powers, restore him!
+
+\1 I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God
+ has given you one face, and you make yourselves
+ another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
+ nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
+ your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
+ made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:
+ those that are married already, all but one, shall
+ live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a
+ nunnery, go. \[r]exit\]
+
+\endProsa
+
+\4 O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
+ The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;
+ The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
+ The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
+ The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
+ And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
+ That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
+ Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
+ Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
+ That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
+ Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
+ To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
+
+ \(Re-enter \2 and \5\)
+
+\2 Love! his affections do not that way tend;
+ Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
+ Was not like madness. There's something in his soul,
+ O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;
+ And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
+ Will be some danger: which for to prevent,
+ I have in quick determination
+ Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England,
+ For the demand of our neglected tribute
+ Haply the seas and countries different
+ With variable objects shall expel
+ This something-settled matter in his heart,
+ Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
+ From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
+
+\5 It shall do well: but yet do I believe
+ The origin and commencement of his grief
+ Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia!
+ You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said;
+ We heard it all. My lord, do as you please;
+ But, if you hold it fit, after the play
+ Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
+ To show his grief: let her be round with him;
+ And I'll be placed, so please you, in the ear
+ Of all their conference. If she find him not,
+ To England send him, or confine him where
+ Your wisdom best shall think. \\
+
+\2 It shall be so:
+ Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. \[r]exeunt\]
+
+\Scene {A hall in the castle}
+
+ \(Enter \1 and Players\)
+
+\Prosa
+
+\1 Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to
+ you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,
+ as many of your players do, I had as lief the
+ town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
+ too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;
+ for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
+ the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget
+ a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it
+ offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
+ periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to
+ very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who
+ for the most part are capable of nothing but
+ inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such
+ a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it
+ out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
+
+\03 I warrant your honour.
+
+\1 Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion
+ be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the
+ word to the action; with this special o'erstep not
+ the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is
+ from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the
+ first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the
+ mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature,
+ scorn her own image, and the very age and body of
+ the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone,
+ or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful
+ laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the
+ censure of the which one must in your allowance
+ o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be
+ players that I have seen play, and heard others
+ praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely,
+ that, neither having the accent of Christians nor
+ the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so
+ strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of
+ nature's journeymen had made men and not made them
+ well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
+
+\03 I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us,
+ sir.
+
+\1 O, reform it altogether. And let those that play
+ your clowns speak no more than is set down for them;
+ for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to
+ set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh
+ too; though, in the mean time, some necessary
+ question of the play be then to be considered:
+ that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition
+ in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready. \[r]Exeunt Players\]
+
+ \(Enter \5, \10, and \11\)
+
+ How now, my lord! I will the king hear this piece of work?
+
+\endProsa
+
+\5 And the queen too, and that presently.
+
+\1 Bid the players make haste. \[r]exit \5\]
+ Will you two help to hasten them?
+
+\10 We will, my lord. \[r]exeunt \10 and \11\]
+
+\1 What ho! Horatio!
+
+ \(Enter \6\)
+
+\6 Here, sweet lord, at your service.
+
+\1 Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
+ As e'er my conversation coped withal.
+
+\6 O, my dear lord,--- \\
+
+\1 Nay, do not think I flatter;
+ For what advancement may I hope from thee
+ That no revenue hast but thy good spirits,
+ To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd?
+ No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
+ And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
+ Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
+ Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
+ And could of men distinguish, her election
+ Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been
+ As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,
+ A man that fortune's buffets and rewards
+ Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those
+ Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,
+ That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger
+ To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
+ That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
+ In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
+ As I do thee.---Something too much of this.---
+ There is a play to-night before the king;
+ One scene of it comes near the circumstance
+ Which I have told thee of my father's death:
+ I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
+ Even with the very comment of thy soul
+ Observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt
+ Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
+ It is a damned ghost that we have seen,
+ And my imaginations are as foul
+ As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;
+ For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
+ And after we will both our judgments join
+ In censure of his seeming. \\
+
+\6 Well, my lord:
+ If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
+ And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft.
+
+
+\1 They are coming to the play; I must be idle:
+ Get you a place.
+
+\Prosa
+
+ \(c)Danish march. A flourish. \\Enter \2, \3, \5, \4,\\
+ \10, \11, and others\)
+
+\2 How fares our cousin Hamlet?
+
+\1 Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat
+ the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
+
+\2 I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words
+ are not mine.
+
+\1 No, nor mine now. \[To \5\] My lord, you played once
+ i' the university, you say?
+
+\5 That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.
+
+\1 What did you enact?
+
+\5 I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i' the
+ Capitol; Brutus killed me.
+
+\1 It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf
+ there. Be the players ready?
+
+\10 Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.
+
+\3 Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
+
+\1 No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.
+
+\aparte\5 \[To \2\] O, ho! do you mark that?
+
+\1 Lady, shall I lie in your lap? \[Lying down at \4's feet\]
+
+\4 No, my lord.
+
+\1 I mean, my head upon your lap?
+
+\4 Ay, my lord.
+
+\1 Do you think I meant country matters?
+
+\4 I think nothing, my lord.
+
+\1 That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
+
+\4 What is, my lord?
+
+\1 Nothing.
+
+\4 You are merry, my lord.
+
+\1 Who, I?
+
+\4 Ay, my lord.
+
+\1 O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do
+ but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my
+ mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.
+
+\4 Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
+
+\1 So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for
+ I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two
+ months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's
+ hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half
+ a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches,
+ then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with
+ the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is `For, O, for, O,
+ the hobby-horse is forgot.'
+
+ \(Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters\)
+
+ \(Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen
+ embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes
+ show of protestation unto him. He takes her up,
+ and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down
+ upon a bank of flowers: she, seeing him asleep,
+ leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his
+ crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King's
+ ears, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King
+ dead, and makes passionate action. The Poisoner,
+ with some two or three Mutes, comes in again,
+ seeming to lament with her. The dead body is
+ carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with
+ gifts: she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but
+ in the end accepts his love\)
+
+\4 What means this, my lord?
+
+\1 Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.
+
+\4 Belike this show imports the argument of the play.
+
+ \(Enter Prologue\)
+
+\1 We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot
+ keep counsel; they'll tell all.
+
+\4 Will he tell us what this show meant?
+
+\1 Ay, or any show that you'll show him: be not you
+ ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.
+
+\4 You are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play.
+
+\begin{versus}
+\persona{Prologue} \\
+ \Locus \textus {+6em}
+ For us, and for our tragedy,
+ Here stooping to your clemency,
+ We beg your hearing patiently. \[r]exit\]
+\end{versus}
+
+\1 Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
+
+\4 'Tis brief, my lord.
+
+\1 As woman's love.
+
+\Versus
+
+ \(Enter two Players, King and Queen\)
+
+\persona{Player King} Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round
+ Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,
+ And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen
+ About the world have times twelve thirties been,
+ Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands
+ Unite commutual in most sacred bands.
+
+\persona{Player Queen} So many journeys may the sun and moon
+ Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
+ But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,
+ So far from cheer and from your former state,
+ That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
+ Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:
+ For women's fear and love holds quantity;
+ In neither aught, or in extremity.
+ Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know;
+ And as my love is sized, my fear is so:
+ Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
+ Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
+
+\persona{Player King} 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;
+ My operant powers their functions leave to do:
+ And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
+ Honour'd, beloved; and haply one as kind
+ For husband shalt thou--- \\
+
+\persona{Player Queen} O, confound the rest!
+ Such love must needs be treason in my breast:
+ In second husband let me be accurst!
+ None wed the second but who kill'd the first.
+
+\aparte\1 Wormwood, wormwood.
+
+\persona{Player Queen} The instances that second marriage move
+ Are base respects of thrift, but none of love:
+ A second time I kill my husband dead,
+ When second husband kisses me in bed.
+
+\persona{Player King} I do believe you think what now you speak;
+ But what we do determine oft we break.
+ Purpose is but the slave to memory,
+ Of violent birth, but poor validity;
+ Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;
+ But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.
+ Most necessary 'tis that we forget
+ To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
+ What to ourselves in passion we propose,
+ The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
+ The violence of either grief or joy
+ Their own enactures with themselves destroy:
+ Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
+ Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
+ This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
+ That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
+ For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
+ Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
+ The great man down, you mark his favourite flies;
+ The poor advanced makes friends of enemies.
+ And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;
+ For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
+ And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
+ Directly seasons him his enemy.
+ But, orderly to end where I begun,
+ Our wills and fates do so contrary run
+ That our devices still are overthrown;
+ Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own:
+ So think thou wilt no second husband wed;
+ But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
+
+\persona{Player Queen} Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light!
+ Sport and repose lock from me day and night!
+ To desperation turn my trust and hope!
+ An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope!
+ Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
+ Meet what I would have well and it destroy!
+ Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
+ If, once a widow, ever I be wife!
+
+\1 If she should break it now!
+
+\persona{Player King} 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;
+ My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
+ The tedious day with sleep. \\ \[r]he sleeps\]
+
+\persona{Player Queen} Sleep rock thy brain,
+ And never come mischance between us twain! \[r]exit\]
+
+\endVersus
+
+\1 Madam, how like you this play?
+
+\3 The lady protests too much, methinks.
+
+\1 O, but she'll keep her word.
+
+\2 Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in 't?
+
+\1 No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence
+ i' the world.
+
+\2 What do you call the play?
+
+\1 The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play
+ is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is
+ the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see
+ anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o'
+ that? your majesty and we that have free souls, it
+ touches us not: let the galled jade wince, our
+ withers are unwrung.
+
+ \(Enter \persona{Lucianus}\)
+
+ This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.
+
+\4 You are as good as a chorus, my lord.
+
+\1 I could interpret between you and your love, if I
+ could see the puppets dallying.
+
+\4 You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
+
+\1 It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
+
+\4 Still better, and worse.
+
+\1 So you must take your husbands. Begin, murderer;
+ pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come:
+ `the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.'
+
+\Versus
+
+\persona{Lucianus} Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing;
+ Confederate season, else no creature seeing;
+ Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
+ With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,
+ Thy natural magic and dire property,
+ On wholesome life usurp immediately.
+ \[r]Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears\]
+\endVersus
+
+\1 He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His
+ name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ in
+ choice Italian: you shall see anon how the murderer
+ gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
+
+\4 The king rises.
+
+\1 What, frighted with false fire!
+
+\3 How fares my lord?
+
+\5 Give o'er the play.
+
+\2 Give me some light: away!
+
+\persona{All} Lights, lights, lights! \[r]exeunt all but \1 and \6\]
+\begin{song}[-2.5]
+\1 \\
+ Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
+ The hart ungalled play;
+ For some must watch, while some must sleep:
+ So runs the world away.
+\end{song}
+ Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers--- if
+ the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me---with two
+ Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a
+ fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
+
+\6 Half a share.
+
+\1 A whole one, I.
+\begin{song}[-2.5]
+ For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
+ This realm dismantled was
+ Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
+ A very, very---pajock.
+\end{song}
+
+\6 You might have rhymed.
+
+\1 O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a
+ thousand pound. Didst perceive?
+
+\6 Very well, my lord.
+
+\1 Upon the talk of the poisoning?
+
+\6 I did very well note him.
+
+\1 \DriveOut* Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the re\-cord\-ers!
+
+\begin{song}[-2.5]
+ For if the king like not the comedy,
+ Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy.
+\end{song}
+
+ Come, some music!
+
+ \(Re-enter \10 and \11\)
+
+\11 Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
+
+\1 Sir, a whole history.
+
+\11 The king, sir,---
+
+\1 Ay, sir, what of him?
+
+\11 Is in his retirement marvellous distempered.
+
+\1 With drink, sir?
+
+\11 No, my lord, rather with choler.
+
+\1 Your wisdom should show itself more richer to
+ signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him
+ to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far
+ more choler.
+
+\11 Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame and
+ start not so wildly from my affair.
+
+\1 I am tame, sir: pronounce.
+
+\11 The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of
+ spirit, hath sent me to you.
+
+\1 You are welcome.
+
+\11 Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right
+ breed. If it shall please you to make me a
+ wholesome answer, I will do your mother's
+ commandment: if not, your pardon and my return
+ shall be the end of my business.
+
+\1 Sir, I cannot.
+
+\11 What, my lord?
+
+\1 Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: but,
+ sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command;
+ or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no
+ more, but to the matter: my mother, you say,---
+
+\10 Then thus she says; your behavior hath struck her
+ into amazement and admiration.
+
+\1 O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But
+ is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's
+ admiration? Impart.
+
+\10 She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you
+ go to bed.
+
+\1 We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have
+ you any further trade with us?
+
+\10 My lord, you once did love me.
+
+\1 So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
+
+\10 Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you
+ do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, if
+ you deny your griefs to your friend.
+
+\1 Sir, I lack advancement.
+
+\10 How can that be, when you have the voice of the king
+ himself for your succession in Denmark?
+
+\1 Ay, but sir, `While the grass grows,' --- the proverb
+ is something musty.
+
+ \(Re-enter Players with recorders\)
+
+ O, the recorders! let me see one. To withdraw with
+ you:---why do you go about to recover the wind of me,
+ as if you would drive me into a toil?
+
+\11 O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too
+ unmannerly.
+
+\1 I do not well understand that. Will you play upon
+ this pipe?
+
+\11 My lord, I cannot.
+
+\1 I pray you.
+
+\11 Believe me, I cannot.
+
+\1 I do beseech you.
+
+\11 I know no touch of it, my lord.
+
+\1 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with
+ your lingers and thumb, give it breath with your
+ mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.
+ Look you, these are the stops.
+
+\11 But these cannot I command to any utterance of
+ harmony; I have not the skill.
+
+\1 Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of
+ me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know
+ my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my
+ mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to
+ the top of my compass: and there is much music,
+ excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot
+ you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am
+ easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what
+ instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you
+ cannot play upon me.
+
+ \(Enter \5\)
+
+ God bless you, sir!
+
+\5 My lord, the queen would speak with you, and
+ presently.
+
+\1 Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
+
+\5 By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.
+
+\1 Methinks it is like a weasel.
+
+\5 It is backed like a weasel.
+
+\1 Or like a whale?
+
+\5 Very like a whale.
+
+\1 Then I will come to my mother by and by. They fool
+ me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by.
+
+\5 I will say so.
+
+\1 By and by is easily said. \[r]exit \5\]
+
+\endProsa
+
+ Leave me, friends. \[r]exeunt all but \1\]
+
+ Tis now the very witching time of night,
+ When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
+ Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
+ And do such bitter business as the day
+ Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.
+ O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
+ The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:
+ Let me be cruel, not unnatural:
+ I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
+ My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;
+ How in my words soever she be shent,
+ To give them seals never, my soul, consent! \[r]exit\]
+
+\Scene {A room in the castle}
+
+ \(Enter \2, \10, and \11\)
+
+\2 I like him not, nor stands it safe with us
+ To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you;
+ I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
+ And he to England shall along with you:
+ The terms of our estate may not endure
+ Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow
+ Out of his lunacies. \\
+
+\11 We will ourselves provide:
+ Most holy and religious fear it is
+ To keep those many many bodies safe
+ That live and feed upon your majesty.
+
+\10 The single and peculiar life is bound,
+ With all the strength and armour of the mind,
+ To keep itself from noyance; but much more
+ That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest
+ The lives of many. The cease of majesty
+ Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw
+ What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel,
+ Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount,
+ To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
+ Are mortised and adjoin'd; which, when it falls,
+ Each small annexment, petty consequence,
+ Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone
+ Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.
+
+\2 Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;
+ For we will fetters put upon this fear,
+ Which now goes too free-footed. \\
+
+\10 We will haste us. \[r]exeunt \10 and \11\]
+
+ \(Enter \5\)
+
+\5 My lord, he's going to his mother's closet:
+ Behind the arras I'll convey myself,
+ To hear the process; and warrant she'll tax him home:
+ And, as you said, and wisely was it said,
+ 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,
+ Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
+ The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege:
+ I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,
+ And tell you what I know. \\
+
+\2 Thanks, dear my lord. \[r]exit \5\]
+ O, my offence is rank it smells to heaven;
+ It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
+ A brother's murder. Pray can I not,
+ Though inclination be as sharp as will:
+ My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;
+ And, like a man to double business bound,
+ I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
+ And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
+ Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
+ Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
+ To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
+ But to confront the visage of offence?
+ And what's in prayer but this two-fold force,
+ To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
+ Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up;
+ My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer
+ Can serve my turn? `Forgive me my foul murder'?
+ That cannot be; since I am still possess'd
+ Of those effects for which I did the murder,
+ My crown, mine own ambition and my queen.
+ May one be pardon'd and retain the offence?
+ In the corrupted currents of this world
+ Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
+ And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
+ Buys out the law: but 'tis not so above;
+ There is no shuffling, there the action lies
+ In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd,
+ Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
+ To give in evidence. What then? what rests?
+ Try what repentance can: what can it not?
+ Yet what can it when one can not repent?
+ O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
+ O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
+ Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay!
+ Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,
+ Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe!
+ All may be well. \[r]he kneels\]
+
+ \(Enter \1\)
+
+\1 Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
+ And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven;
+ And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd:
+ A villain kills my father; and for that,
+ I, his sole son, do this same villain send
+ To heaven.
+ O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
+ He took my father grossly, full of bread;
+ With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
+ And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?
+ But in our circumstance and course of thought,
+ 'Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged,
+ To take him in the purging of his soul,
+ When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
+ No!
+ Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:
+ When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
+ Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed;
+ At gaming, swearing, or about some act
+ That has no relish of salvation in't;
+ Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
+ And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
+ As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:
+ This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. \[r]exit\]
+
+\2 \[rising\] My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
+ Words without thoughts never to heaven go. \[r]exit\]
+
+
+\Scene {The Queen's closet}
+
+ \(Enter \3 and \5\)
+
+\5 He will come straight. Look you lay home to him:
+ Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
+ And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between
+ Much heat and him. I'll sconce me even here.
+ Pray you, be round with him. \\
+
+\1 \[within\] Mother, mother, mother! \\
+
+\3 I'll warrant you,
+ Fear me not: withdraw, I hear him coming.
+ \[r]\5 hides behind the arras\]
+
+ \(Enter \1\)
+
+\1 Now, mother, what's the matter?
+
+\3 Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
+
+\1 Mother, you have my father much offended.
+
+\3 Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
+
+\1 Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
+
+\3 Why, how now, Hamlet! \\
+
+\1 What's the matter now?
+
+\3 Have you forgot me? \\
+
+\1 No, by the rood, not so:
+ You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
+ And---would it were not so!---you are my mother.
+
+\3 Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.
+
+\1 Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge;
+ You go not till I set you up a glass
+ Where you may see the inmost part of you.
+
+\3 What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?
+ Help, help, ho! \\
+
+\5 \[behind\] What, ho! help, help, help!
+
+\1 \[drawing\] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead! %
+ \[r]makes a pass through the arras\]
+
+\5 \[behind\] O, I am slain!
+
+\3 O me, what hast thou done? \\
+
+\1 Nay, I know not:
+ Is it the king?
+
+\3 O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
+
+\1 A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,
+ As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
+
+\3 As kill a king! \\
+
+\1 Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
+ \[Lifts up the array and discovers \5\]
+ Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
+ I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune;
+ Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
+ Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
+ And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
+ If it be made of penetrable stuff,
+ If damned custom have not brass'd it so
+ That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
+
+\3 What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
+ In noise so rude against me? \\
+
+\1 Such an act
+ That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
+ Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
+ From the fair forehead of an innocent love
+ And sets a blister there, makes marriage-vows
+ As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
+ As from the body of contraction plucks
+ The very soul, and sweet religion makes
+ A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow:
+ Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
+ With tristful visage, as against the doom,
+ Is thought-sick at the act. \\
+
+\3 Ay me, what act,
+ That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
+
+\1 Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
+ The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
+ See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
+ Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
+ An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
+ A station like the herald Mercury
+ New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
+ A combination and a form indeed,
+ Where every god did seem to set his seal,
+ To give the world assurance of a man:
+ This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:
+ Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,
+ Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
+ Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
+ And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
+ You cannot call it love; for at your age
+ The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
+ And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment
+ Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,
+ Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense
+ Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
+ Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
+ But it reserved some quantity of choice,
+ To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
+ That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
+ Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
+ Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
+ Or but a sickly part of one true sense
+ Could not so mope.
+ O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
+ If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
+ To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
+ And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
+ When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
+ Since frost itself as actively doth burn
+ And reason panders will. \\
+
+\3 O Hamlet, speak no more:
+ Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
+ And there I see such black and grained spots
+ As will not leave their tinct. \\
+
+\1 Nay, but to live
+ In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
+ Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
+ Over the nasty sty,--- \\
+
+\3 O, speak to me no more;
+ These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears;
+ No more, sweet Hamlet! \\
+
+\1 A murderer and a villain;
+ A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
+ Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
+ A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
+ That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
+ And put it in his pocket! \\
+
+\3 No more!
+
+\1 A king of shreds and patches,---
+
+ \(Enter the \18\)
+
+ Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
+ You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?
+
+\3 Alas, he's mad!
+
+\1 Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
+ That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
+ The important acting of your dread command? O, say!
+
+\18 Do not forget: this visitation
+ Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
+ But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:
+ O, step between her and her fighting soul:
+ Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:
+ Speak to her, Hamlet. \\
+
+\1 How is it with you, lady?
+
+\3 Alas, how is't with you,
+ That you do bend your eye on vacancy
+ And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
+ Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
+ And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
+ Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
+ Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,
+ Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
+ Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
+
+\1 On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares!
+ His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
+ Would make them capable. Do not look upon me;
+ Lest with this piteous action you convert
+ My stern effects: then what I have to do
+ Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.
+
+\3 To whom do you speak this? \\
+
+\1 Do you see nothing there?
+
+\3 Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.
+
+\1 Nor did you nothing hear? \\
+
+\3 No, nothing but ourselves.
+
+\1 Why, look you there! look, how it steals away!
+ My father, in his habit as he lived!
+ Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! \[r]exit the \18\]
+
+\3 This the very coinage of your brain:
+ This bodiless creation ecstasy
+ Is very cunning in. \\
+
+\1 Ecstasy!
+ My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
+ And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
+ That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
+ And I the matter will re-word; which madness
+ Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
+ Lay not that mattering unction to your soul,
+ That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
+ It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
+ Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
+ Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
+ Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
+ And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
+ To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
+ For in the fatness of these pursy times
+ Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
+ Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
+
+\3 O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
+
+\1 O, throw away the worser part of it,
+ And live the purer with the other half.
+ Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed;
+ Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
+ That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
+ Of habits devil, is angel yet in this,
+ That to the use of actions fair and good
+ He likewise gives a frock or livery,
+ That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night,
+ And that shall lend a kind of easiness
+ To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
+ For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
+ And either \[ \] the devil, or throw him out
+ With wondrous potency. Once more, good night:
+ And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
+ I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,
+ \[r]pointing to \5\]
+ I do repent: but heaven hath pleased it so,
+ To punish me with this and this with me,
+ That I must be their scourge and minister.
+ I will bestow him, and will answer well
+ The death I gave him. So, again, good night.
+ I must be cruel, only to be kind:
+ Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
+ One word more, good lady. \\
+
+\3 What shall I do?
+
+\1 Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
+ Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
+ Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
+ And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
+ Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
+ Make you to ravel all this matter out,
+ That I essentially am not in madness,
+ But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
+ For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
+ Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
+ Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
+ No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
+ Unpeg the basket on the house's top.
+ Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape,
+ To try conclusions, in the basket creep,
+ And break your own neck down.
+
+\3 Be thou assured, if words be made of breath,
+ And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
+ What thou hast said to me.
+
+\1 I must to England; you know that? \\
+
+\3 Alack,
+ I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on.
+
+\1 There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
+ Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
+ They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
+ And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
+ For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
+ Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard
+ But I will delve one yard below their mines,
+ And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet,
+ When in one line two crafts directly meet.
+ This man shall set me packing:
+ I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
+ Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor
+ Is now most still, most secret and most grave,
+ Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
+ Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
+ Good night, mother.
+ \[exeunt severally; \1 dragging in \5\]
+
+
+\Act %4
+
+\Scene {A room in the castle}
+
+ \(Enter \2, \3, \10, and \11\)
+
+\2 There's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:
+ You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them.
+ Where is your son?
+
+\3 Bestow this place on us a little while.
+ \[Exeunt \10 and \11\]
+ Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!
+
+\2 What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
+
+\3 Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
+ Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit,
+ Behind the arras hearing something stir,
+ Whips out his rapier, cries, `A rat, a rat!'
+ And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
+ The unseen good old man. \\
+
+\2 O heavy deed!
+ It had been so with us, had we been there:
+ His liberty is full of threats to all;
+ To you yourself, to us, to every one.
+ Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
+ It will be laid to us, whose providence
+ Should have kept short, restrain'd and out of haunt,
+ This mad young man: but so much was our love,
+ We would not understand what was most fit;
+ But, like the owner of a foul disease,
+ To keep it from divulging, let it feed
+ Even on the pith of Life. Where is he gone?
+
+\3 To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:
+ O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
+ Among a mineral of metals base,
+ Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.
+
+\2 O Gertrude, come away!
+ The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
+ But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed
+ We must, with all our majesty and skill,
+ Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern!
+
+ \(Re-enter \10 and \11\)
+
+ Friends both, go join you with some further aid:
+ Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
+ And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him:
+ Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
+ Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this. \[r]exeunt \10 and \11\]
+ Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;
+ And let them know, both what we mean to do,
+ And what's untimely done: [so haply slander,]
+ Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
+ As level as the cannon to his blank,
+ Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,
+ And hit the woundless air. O, come away!
+ My soul is full of discord and dismay. \[r]exeunt\]
+
+
+\Scene {Another room in the castle}
+
+ \(Enter \1\)
+
+\Prosa
+
+\1 Safely stowed.
+
+
+\personae{Rosencrantz, Guildenstern} Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
+
+
+\1 What noise? who calls on Hamlet?
+ O, here they come.
+
+ \(Enter \10 and \11\)
+
+\10 What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
+
+\1 Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
+
+\10 Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence
+ And bear it to the chapel.
+
+\1 Do not believe it.
+
+\10 Believe what?
+
+\1 That I can keep your counsel and not mine own.
+ Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! what
+ replication should be made by the son of a king?
+
+\10 Take you me for a sponge, my lord?
+
+\1 Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his
+ rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the
+ king best service in the end: he keeps them, like
+ an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to
+ be last swallowed: when he needs what you have
+ gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you
+ shall be dry again.
+
+\10 I understand you not, my lord.
+
+\1 I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a
+ foolish ear.
+
+\10 My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go
+ with us to the king.
+
+\1 The body is with the king, but the king is not with
+ the body. The king is a thing---
+
+\11 A thing, my lord!
+
+\1 Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after. \[r]exeunt\]
+
+\endProsa
+
+\Scene {Another room in the castle}
+
+
+ \(Enter \2, attended\)
+
+\2 I have sent to seek him, and to find the body.
+ How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
+ Yet must not we put the strong law on him:
+ He's loved of the distracted multitude,
+ Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
+ And where tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd,
+ But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even,
+ This sudden sending him away must seem
+ Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown
+ By desperate appliance are relieved,
+ Or not at all. \\
+
+ \(Enter \10\)
+
+ How now! what hath befall'n?
+
+\10 Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
+ We cannot get from him. \\
+
+\2 But where is he?
+
+\10 Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.
+
+\2 Bring him before us. \\
+
+\10 Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.
+
+ \(Enter \1 and \11\)
+
+\2 Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
+
+\Prosa
+
+\1 At supper.
+
+\2 At supper! where?
+
+\1 Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain
+ convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your
+ worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all
+ creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for
+ maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but
+ variable service, two dishes, but to one table:
+ that's the end.
+
+\2 Alas, alas!
+
+\1 A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a
+ king, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
+
+\2 What dost you mean by this?
+
+\1 Nothing but to show you how a king may go a
+ progress through the guts of a beggar.
+
+\2 Where is Polonius?
+
+\1 In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger
+ find him not there, seek him i' the other place
+ yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within
+ this month, you shall nose him as you go up the
+ stairs into the lobby.
+
+\2 Go seek him there. \[to some Attendants\]
+
+\1 He will stay till ye come. \[exeunt Attendants\]
+\endProsa
+
+\2 Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,---
+ Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
+ For that which thou hast done,---must send thee hence
+ With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself;
+ The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
+ The associates tend, and every thing is bent
+ For England. \\
+
+\1 For England!
+
+\2 Ay, Hamlet. \\
+
+\1 Good.
+
+\2 So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
+
+\Prosa
+\1 I see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for
+ England! Farewell, dear mother.
+
+\2 Thy loving father, Hamlet.
+
+\1 My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man
+ and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England!
+ \[exit\]
+\endProsa
+
+\2 Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;
+ Delay it not; I'll have him hence to-night:
+ Away! for every thing is seal'd and done
+ That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste.
+ \[Exeunt \10 and \11\]
+ And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught---
+ As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
+ Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
+ After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
+ Pays homage to us---thou mayst not coldly set
+ Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
+ By letters congruing to that effect,
+ The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
+ For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
+ And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done,
+ Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun. \[r]exit\]
+
+
+\Scene {A plain in Denmark}
+
+ \(Enter \17, a Captain, and Soldiers, marching\)
+
+\17 Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king;
+ Tell him that, by his licence, Fortinbras
+ Craves the conveyance of a promised march
+ Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
+ If that his majesty would aught with us,
+ We shall express our duty in his eye;
+ And let him know so. \\
+
+\persona{Captain} I will do't, my lord.
+
+\17 Go softly on.
+ \[Exeunt \17 and Soldiers\]
+
+ \(c)Enter \1, \10, \11,\\ and others\)
+
+\1 Good sir, whose powers are these?
+
+\persona{Captain} They are of Norway, sir.
+
+\1 How purposed, sir, I pray you?
+
+\persona{Captain} Against some part of Poland.
+
+\1 Who commands them, sir?
+
+\persona{Captain} The nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras.
+
+\1 Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
+ Or for some frontier?
+
+\persona{Captain} Truly to speak, and with no addition,
+ We go to gain a little patch of ground
+ That hath in it no profit but the name.
+ To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
+ Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
+ A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
+
+\1 Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
+
+\persona{Captain} Yes, it is already garrison'd.
+
+\1 Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
+ Will not debate the question of this straw:
+ This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace,
+ That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
+ Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir.
+
+\persona{Captain} God be wi' you, sir. \\ \[r]exit\]
+
+\10 Wilt please you go, my lord?
+
+\1 I'll be with you straight go a little before. \[r]exeunt all except \1\]
+ How all occasions do inform against me,
+ And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
+ If his chief good and market of his time
+ Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
+ Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
+ Looking before and after, gave us not
+ That capability and god-like reason
+ To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
+ Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
+ Of thinking too precisely on the event,
+ A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
+ And ever three parts coward, I do not know
+ Why yet I live to say `This thing's to do;'
+ Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
+ To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
+ Witness this army of such mass and charge
+ Led by a delicate and tender prince,
+ Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
+ Makes mouths at the invisible event,
+ Exposing what is mortal and unsure
+ To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
+ Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
+ Is not to stir without great argument,
+ But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
+ When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
+ That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
+ Excitements of my reason and my blood,
+ And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
+ The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
+ That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
+ Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
+ Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
+ Which is not tomb enough and continent
+ To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
+ My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! \[r]exit\]
+
+\Scene {Elsinore. A room in the castle}
+
+ \(Enter \3, \6, and a Gentleman\)
+
+\3 I will not speak with her.
+
+\persona{Gentleman} She is importunate, indeed distract:
+ Her mood will needs be pitied. \\
+
+\3 What would she have?
+
+\persona{Gentleman} She speaks much of her father; says she hears
+ There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;
+ Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
+ That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
+ Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
+ The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
+ And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
+ Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures
+ yield them,
+ Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
+ Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
+
+\6 'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew
+ Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
+
+\3 Let her come in. \[r]exit the Gentleman\]
+ To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
+ Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:
+ So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
+ It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
+
+ \(Re-enter \6, with \4\)
+
+\4 Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
+
+\3 How now, Ophelia!
+\begin{song} [+1]
+\4 \[p]sings\] How should I your true love know
+ From another one?
+ By his cockle hat and staff,
+ And his sandal shoon.
+\end{song}
+
+\3 Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
+
+\4 Say you? nay, pray you, mark.
+\begin{song} [+1]
+\[el]sings\] He is dead and gone, lady,
+ He is dead and gone;
+ At his head a grass-green turf,
+ At his heels a stone.
+\end{song}
+
+\3 Nay, but, Ophelia,--- \\
+
+\4 Pray you, mark.
+\begin{song}[-2]
+ \[el]sings\] White his shroud as the mountain snow,---
+\end{song}
+
+ \(Enter \2\)
+
+\3 Alas, look here, my lord.
+
+\begin{song} [+1.25]
+\4 \[sings\] Larded with sweet flowers
+ Which bewept to the grave did go
+ With true-love showers.
+\end{song}
+
+\Prosa
+
+\2 How do you, pretty lady?
+
+\4 Well, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a baker's
+ daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not
+ what we may be. God be at your table!
+
+\2 Conceit upon her father.
+
+\4 Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they
+ ask you what it means, say you this:
+
+\begin{song}[-2]
+ \[le]sings\] To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
+ All in the morning betime,
+ And I a maid at your window,
+ To be your Valentine.
+ Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
+ And dupp'd the chamber-door;
+ Let in the maid, that out a maid
+ Never departed more.
+\end{song}
+
+\2 Pretty Ophelia!
+
+\4 Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:
+
+\begin{song}[-2]
+ \[le]sings\] By Gis and by Saint Charity,
+ Alack, and fie for shame!
+ Young men will do't, if they come to't;
+ By cock, they are to blame.
+ Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
+ You promised me to wed.
+ So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
+ An thou hadst not come to my bed.
+\end{song}
+
+\2 How long hath she been thus?
+
+\4 I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I
+ cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him
+ i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it:
+ and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my
+ coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies;
+ good night, good night.
+
+ \[Exit\]
+
+\endProsa
+
+\2 Follow her close; give her good watch,
+ I pray you.
+
+ \[Exit \6\]
+
+ O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
+ All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
+ When sorrows come, they come not single spies
+ But in battalions. First, her father slain:
+ Next, your son gone; and he most violent author
+ Of his own just remove: the people muddied,
+ Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers,
+ For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly,
+ In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia
+ Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
+ Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts:
+ Last, and as much containing as all these,
+ Her brother is in secret come from France;
+ Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
+ And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
+ With pestilent speeches of his father's death;
+ Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
+ Will nothing stick our person to arraign
+ In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
+ Like to a murdering-piece, in many places
+ Gives me superfluous death.
+
+ \(A noise within\)
+
+\3 Alack, what noise is this?
+
+\2 Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
+
+ \(Enter another Gentleman\)
+
+ What is the matter?
+
+\persona{Gentleman} Save yourself, my lord:
+ The ocean, overpeering of his list,
+ Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
+ Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
+ O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;
+ And, as the world were now but to begin,
+ Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
+ The ratifiers and props of every word,
+ They cry `Choose we: Laertes shall be king:'
+ Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds:
+ `Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!'
+
+\3 How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
+ O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!
+
+\2 The doors are broke.
+
+ \(i)Noise within\)
+ \(s)Enter \7, armed; Danes following\)
+
+\7 Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without.
+
+\persona{Danes} No, let's come in.
+
+\7 I pray you, give me leave.
+
+\persona{Danes} We will, we will.
+
+ \(They retire without the door\)
+
+\7 I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king,
+ Give me my father!
+
+\3 Calmly, good Laertes.
+
+\7 That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
+ Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
+ Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow
+ Of my true mother.
+
+\2 What is the cause, Laertes,
+ That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
+ Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:
+ There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
+ That treason can but peep to what it would,
+ Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
+ Why thou art thus incensed. Let him go, Gertrude.
+ Speak, man.
+
+\7 Where is my father?
+
+\2 Dead.
+
+\3 But not by him.
+
+\2 Let him demand his fill.
+
+\7 How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
+ To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
+ Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
+ I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
+ That both the worlds I give to negligence,
+ Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
+ Most thoroughly for my father.
+
+\2 Who shall stay you?
+
+\7 My will, not all the world:
+ And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
+ They shall go far with little.
+
+\2 Good Laertes,
+ If you desire to know the certainty
+ Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,
+ That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
+ Winner and loser?
+
+\7 None but his enemies.
+
+\2 Will you know them then?
+
+\7 To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms;
+ And like the kind life-rendering pelican,
+ Repast them with my blood.
+
+\2 Why, now you speak
+ Like a good child and a true gentleman.
+ That I am guiltless of your father's death,
+ And am most sensible in grief for it,
+ It shall as level to your judgment pierce
+ As day does to your eye.
+
+\persona{Danes} \[Within\] Let her come in.
+
+\7 How now! what noise is that?
+
+ \(Re-enter \4\)
+
+ O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,
+ Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
+ By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
+ Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
+ Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
+ O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits
+ Should be as moral as an old man's life?
+ Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
+ It sends some precious instance of itself
+ After the thing it loves.
+
+\4 \[sings\]
+\begin{song}[-3]
+ They bore him barefaced on the bier;
+ Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;
+ And in his grave rain'd many a tear:---
+ Fare you well, my dove!
+\end{song}
+
+\7 Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
+ It could not move thus.
+
+\Prosa
+\4 You must sing a-down a-down,
+ An you call him a-down-a.
+ O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false
+ steward, that stole his master's daughter.
+
+\7 This nothing's more than matter.
+
+\4 \DriveOut* There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,
+ love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.
+
+\7 A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.
+
+\4 There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue
+ for you; and here's some for me: we may call it
+ herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with
+ a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you
+ some violets, but they withered all when my father
+ died: they say he made a good end,---
+
+\begin{song}[-3]
+ \[el]sings\] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
+\end{song}
+
+\7 Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
+ She turns to favour and to prettiness.
+
+\begin{song}[1.25] \Forma \strophae {}
+\4 \[sings\] And will he not come again?
+ And will he not come again?
+ \\No, no, he is dead:
+ \\Go to thy death-bed:
+ He never will come again.
+ \spatium {.5ex}
+ His beard was as white as snow,
+ All flaxen was his poll:
+ \\He is gone, he is gone,
+ \\And we cast away moan:
+ God ha' mercy on his soul!
+\end{song}
+
+ And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi' ye. \[r]exit\]
+
+\endProsa
+
+\7 Do you see this, O God?
+
+\2 Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
+ Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
+ Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will.
+ And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me:
+ If by direct or by collateral hand
+ They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
+ Our crown, our life, and all that we can ours,
+ To you in satisfaction; but if not,
+ Be you content to lend your patience to us,
+ And we shall jointly labour with your soul
+ To give it due content.
+
+\7 Let this be so;
+ His means of death, his obscure funeral---
+ No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
+ No noble rite nor formal ostentation---
+ Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
+ That I must call't in question.
+
+\2 So you shall;
+ And where the offence is let the great axe fall.
+ I pray you, go with me. \[r]exeunt\]
+
+
+\Scene {Another room in the castle}
+
+ \(Enter \6 and a Servant\)
+
+\Prosa
+
+\6 What are they that would speak with me?
+
+\persona{Servant} Sailors, sir: they say they have letters for you.
+
+\6 Let them come in.
+
+ \[Exit Servant\]
+
+ I do not know from what part of the world
+ I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
+
+ \(Enter Sailors\)
+
+\persona{First Sailor} God bless you, sir.
+
+\6 Let him bless thee too.
+
+\persona{First Sailor} He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for
+ you, sir; it comes from the ambassador that was
+ bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am
+ let to know it is.
+
+\6 \[Reads\] `Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked
+ this, give these fellows some means to the king:
+ they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old
+ at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us
+ chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on
+ a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded
+ them: on the instant they got clear of our ship; so
+ I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with
+ me like thieves of mercy: but they knew what they
+ did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king
+ have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me
+ with as much speed as thou wouldst fly death. I
+ have words to speak in thine ear will make thee
+ dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of
+ the matter. These good fellows will bring thee
+ where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their
+ course for England: of them I have much to tell
+ thee. Farewell.
+ He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet.'
+ Come, I will make you way for these your letters;
+ And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
+ To him from whom you brought them.
+
+ \[Exeunt\]
+
+\endProsa
+
+\Scene {Another room in the castle}
+
+ \(Enter \2 and \7\)
+
+\2 Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal,
+ And you must put me in your heart for friend,
+ Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
+ That he which hath your noble father slain
+ Pursued my life. \\
+
+\7 It well appears: but tell me
+ Why you proceeded not against these feats,
+ So crimeful and so capital in nature,
+ As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
+ You mainly were stirr'd up. \\
+
+\2 O, for two special reasons;
+ Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd,
+ But yet to me they are strong. The queen his mother
+ Lives almost by his looks; and for myself---
+ My virtue or my plague, be it either which---
+ She's so conjunctive to my life and soul,
+ That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
+ I could not but by her. The other motive,
+ Why to a public count I might not go,
+ Is the great love the general gender bear him;
+ Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
+ Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
+ Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows,
+ Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
+ Would have reverted to my bow again,
+ And not where I had aim'd them.
+
+\7 And so have I a noble father lost;
+ A sister driven into desperate terms,
+ Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
+ Stood challenger on mount of all the age
+ For her perfections: but my revenge will come.
+
+\2 Break not your sleeps for that: you must not think
+ That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
+ That we can let our beard be shook with danger
+ And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more:
+ I loved your father, and we love ourself;
+ And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine---
+
+ \(Enter a Messenger\)
+
+ How now! what news? \\
+
+\persona{Messenger} Letters, my lord, from Hamlet:
+ This to your majesty; this to the queen.
+
+\2 From Hamlet! who brought them?
+
+\persona{Messenger} Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not:
+ They were given me by Claudio; he received them
+ Of him that brought them. \\
+
+\2 Laertes, you shall hear them.
+ Leave us. \[r]Exit Messenger\]
+
+\Prosa
+ \[e]Reads\] `High and mighty, You shall know I am set naked on
+ your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see
+ your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your
+ pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden
+ and more strange return. Hamlet.'
+\endProsa
+
+ What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
+ Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
+
+\7 Know you the hand? \\
+
+\2 'Tis Hamlets character. `Naked!'
+ And in a postscript here, he says `alone.'
+ Can you advise me?
+
+\7 I'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come;
+ It warms the very sickness in my heart,
+ That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
+ `Thus diest thou.' \\
+
+\2 If it be so, Laertes---
+ As how should it be so? how otherwise?---
+ Will you be ruled by me? \\
+
+\7 Ay, my lord;
+ So you will not o'errule me to a peace.
+
+\2 To thine own peace. If he be now return'd,
+ As checking at his voyage, and that he means
+ No more to undertake it, I will work him
+ To an exploit, now ripe in my device,
+ Under the which he shall not choose but fall:
+ And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
+ But even his mother shall uncharge the practise
+ And call it accident. \\
+
+\7 My lord, I will be ruled;
+ The rather, if you could devise it so
+ That I might be the organ. \\
+
+\2 It falls right.
+ You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
+ And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
+ Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts
+ Did not together pluck such envy from him
+ As did that one, and that, in my regard,
+ Of the unworthiest siege. \\
+
+\7 What part is that, my lord?
+
+\2 A very riband in the cap of youth,
+ Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
+ The light and careless livery that it wears
+ Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
+ Importing health and graveness. Two months since,
+ Here was a gentleman of Normandy:---
+ I've seen myself, and served against, the French,
+ And they can well on horseback: but this gallant
+ Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat;
+ And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
+ As he had been incorpsed and demi-natured
+ With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my thought,
+ That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
+ Come short of what he did. \\
+
+\7 A Norman was't?
+
+\2 A Norman.
+
+\7 Upon my life, Lamord. \\
+
+\2 The very same.
+
+\7 I know him well: he is the brooch indeed
+ And gem of all the nation.
+
+\2 He made confession of you,
+ And gave you such a masterly report
+ For art and exercise in your defence
+ And for your rapier most especially,
+ That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,
+ If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation,
+ He swore, had had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
+ If you opposed them. Sir, this report of his
+ Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy
+ That he could nothing do but wish and beg
+ Your sudden coming o'er, to play with him.
+ Now, out of this,--- \\
+
+\7 What out of this, my lord?
+
+\2 Laertes, was your father dear to you?
+ Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
+ A face without a heart? \\
+
+\7 Why ask you this?
+
+\2 Not that I think you did not love your father;
+ But that I know love is begun by time;
+ And that I see, in passages of proof,
+ Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
+ There lives within the very flame of love
+ A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it;
+ And nothing is at a like goodness still;
+ For goodness, growing to a plurisy,
+ Dies in his own too much: that we would do
+ We should do when we would; for this `would' changes
+ And hath abatements and delays as many
+ As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
+ And then this `should' is like a spendthrift sigh,
+ That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer:---
+ Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake,
+ To show yourself your father's son in deed
+ More than in words? \\
+
+\7 To cut his throat i' the church.
+
+\2 No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize;
+ Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes,
+ Will you do this, keep close within your chamber.
+ Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home:
+ We'll put on those shall praise your excellence
+ And set a double varnish on the fame
+ The Frenchman gave you, bring you in fine together
+ And wager on your heads: he, being remiss,
+ Most generous and free from all contriving,
+ Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease,
+ Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
+ A sword unbated, and in a pass of practise
+ Requite him for your father. \\
+
+\7 I will do't:
+ And, for that purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
+ I bought an unction of a mountebank,
+ So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
+ Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,
+ Collected from all simples that have virtue
+ Under the moon, can save the thing from death
+ That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point
+ With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,
+ It may be death. \\
+
+\2 Let's further think of this;
+ Weigh what convenience both of time and means
+ May fit us to our shape: if this should fail,
+ And that our drift look through our bad performance,
+ 'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this project
+ Should have a back or second, that might hold,
+ If this should blast in proof. Soft! let me see:
+ We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings:
+ I ha't.
+ When in your motion you are hot and dry---
+ As make your bouts more violent to that end---
+ And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepared him
+ A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping,
+ If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,
+ Our purpose may hold there.
+
+ \(Enter \3\)
+
+\3 One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
+ So fast they follow; your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
+
+\7 Drown'd! O, where?
+
+\3 There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
+ That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
+ There with fantastic garlands did she come
+ Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
+ That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
+ But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
+ There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
+ Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
+ When down her weedy trophies and herself
+ Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
+ And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
+ Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
+ As one incapable of her own distress,
+ Or like a creature native and indued
+ Unto that element: but long it could not be
+ Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
+ Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
+ To muddy death. \\
+
+\7 Alas, then, she is drown'd?
+
+\3 Drown'd, drown'd.
+
+\7 Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
+ And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet
+ It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
+ Let shame say what it will: when these are gone,
+ The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord:
+ I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
+ But that this folly douts it. \\ \[r]exit\]
+
+\2 Let's follow, Gertrude:
+ How much I had to do to calm his rage!
+ Now fear I this will give it start again;
+ Therefore let's follow. \[r]exeunt\]
+
+\Act %5
+
+\Scene {A graveyard, with a newly opened grave}
+
+ \(Enter two Clowns, with spades, \&c\)
+
+\Prosa
+
+\01 Is she to be buried in Christian burial that
+ wilfully seeks her own salvation?
+
+\02 I tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave
+ straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it
+ Christian burial.
+
+\01 How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her
+ own defence?
+
+\02 Why, 'tis found so.
+
+\01 It must be `se offendendo;' it cannot be else. For
+ here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly,
+ it argues an act: and an act hath three branches: it
+ is, to act, to do, to perform: argal, she drowned
+ herself wittingly.
+
+\02 Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,---
+
+\01 Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here
+ stands the man; good; if the man go to this water,
+ and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he
+ goes,---mark you that; but if the water come to him
+ and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he
+ that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.
+
+\02 But is this law?
+
+\01 Ay, marry, is't; crowner's quest law.
+
+\02 Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been
+ a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o'
+ Christian burial.
+
+\01 Why, there thou say'st: and the more pity that
+ great folk should have countenance in this world to
+ drown or hang themselves, more than their even
+ Christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient
+ gentleman but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers:
+ they hold up Adam's profession.
+ \[r]he goes down into the open grave\]
+\02 Was he a gentleman?
+
+\01 He was the first that ever bore arms.
+
+\02 Why, he had none.
+
+\01 What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the
+ Scripture? The Scripture says `Adam digged:'
+ could he dig without arms? I'll put another
+ question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the
+ purpose, confess thyself---
+
+\02 Go to.
+
+\01 What is he that builds stronger than either the
+ mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
+
+\02 The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a
+ thousand tenants.
+
+\01 I like thy wit well, in good faith: the gallows
+ does well; but how does it well? it does well to
+ those that do in: now thou dost ill to say the
+ gallows is built stronger than the church: argal,
+ the gallows may do well to thee. To't again, come.
+
+\02 `Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or
+ a carpenter?'
+
+\01 Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
+
+\02 Marry, now I can tell.
+
+\01 To't.
+
+\02 Mass, I cannot tell.
+
+
+\01 Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull
+ ass will not mend his pace with beating; and, when
+ you are asked this question next, say 'a
+ grave-maker: the houses that he makes last till
+ doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan: fetch me a
+ stoup of liquor. \[r]Exit \02\]
+
+ \(\1 and \6 are seen entering the graveyard\)
+
+ \(s)\01 digs and sings\)
+\begin{song}[-4]
+ In youth, when I did love, did love,
+ Methought it was very sweet,
+ To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove,
+ O, methought, there was nothing meet.
+\end{song}
+
+\1 Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he
+ sings at grave-making?
+
+\6 Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
+
+\1 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath
+ the daintier sense.
+
+\01 \[sings\]
+\begin{song}[-4]
+ But age, with his stealing steps,
+ Hath claw'd me in his clutch,
+ And hath shipped me intil the land,
+ As if I had never been such.
+\end{song}
+ \[r]he throws up a skull\]
+
+\1 That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once:
+ how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were
+ Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It
+ might be the pate of a politician, which this ass
+ now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God,
+ might it not?
+
+\6 It might, my lord.
+
+\1 Or of a courtier; which could say `Good morrow,
+ sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord?' This might
+ be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord
+ such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not?
+
+\6 Ay, my lord.
+
+\1 Why, e'en so: and now my Lady Worm's; chapless, and
+ knocked about the mazzard with a sexton's spade:
+ here's fine revolution, an we had the trick to
+ see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding,
+ but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on't.
+
+\01 \[sings\]
+\begin{song}[-4]
+ A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade,
+ For and a shrouding sheet:
+ O, a pit of clay for to be made
+ For such a guest is meet.
+\end{song}
+ \[r]he throws up another skull\]
+
+\1 There's another: why may not that be the skull of a
+ lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets,
+ his cases, his ten\-ures, and his tricks? why does he
+ suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the
+ sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of
+ his action of battery? \[he takes up the skull\] Hum!
+ This fellow might be
+ in's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes,
+ his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers,
+ his recoveries: is this the fine of his fines, and
+ the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine
+ pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him
+ no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than
+ the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The
+ very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in
+ this box, \[he taps the skull\] and must the inheritor
+ himself have no more, ha?
+
+\6 Not a jot more, my lord.
+
+\1 Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
+
+\6 Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.
+
+\1 They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance
+ in that. I will speak to this fellow. Whose
+ grave's this, sirrah?
+
+\01 Mine, sir.
+\begin{song}[-3]
+ \[le]sings\] O, a pit of clay for to be made
+ For such a guest is meet.
+\end{song}
+
+\1 I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.
+
+\01 You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not
+ yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, and yet it is mine.
+
+\1 Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine:
+ 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.
+
+\01 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away gain, from me to
+ you.
+
+\1 What man dost thou dig it for?
+
+\01 For no man, sir.
+
+\1 What woman, then?
+
+\01 For none, neither.
+
+\1 Who is to be buried in't?
+
+\01 One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.
+
+\1 How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the
+ card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord,
+ Horatio, these three years I have taken a note of
+ it; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the
+ peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he
+ gaffs his kibe. How long hast thou been a
+ grave-maker?
+
+\01 Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day
+ that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
+
+\1 How long is that since?
+
+\01 Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: it
+ was the very day that young Hamlet was born; he that
+ is mad, and sent into England.
+
+\1 Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
+
+\01 Why, because he was mad: he shall recover his wits
+ there; or, if he do not, it's no great matter there.
+
+\1 Why?
+
+\01 'Twill, a not be seen in him there; there the men
+ are as mad as he.
+
+\1 How came he mad?
+
+\01 Very strangely, they say.
+
+\1 How strangely?
+
+\01 Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
+
+\1 Upon what ground?
+
+\01 Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton here, man
+ and boy, thirty years.
+
+\1 How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot?
+
+\01 I' faith, if he be not rotten before he die---as we
+ have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce
+ hold the laying in---he will last you some eight year
+ or nine year: a tanner will last you nine year.
+
+\1 Why he more than another?
+
+\01 Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that
+ he will keep out water a great while; and your water
+ is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body.
+ Here's a skull now; this skull has lain in the earth
+ three and twenty years.
+
+\1 Whose was it?
+
+\01 A whoreson mad fellow's it was: whose do you think it was?
+
+\1 Nay, I know not.
+
+\01 A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! a' poured a
+ flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull,
+ sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester.
+
+\1 This?
+
+\01 E'en that.
+
+\1 \DriveOut* Let me see. \[he takes the skull\]
+ Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
+ of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
+ borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
+ abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
+ it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
+ not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
+ gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
+ that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
+ now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
+ Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
+ her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
+ come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell
+ me one thing.
+
+\6 What's that, my lord?
+
+\1 Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i'
+ the earth?
+
+\6 E'en so.
+
+\1 And smelt so? pah! \[r]he puts down the skull\]
+
+\6 E'en so, my lord.
+
+\1 To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may
+ not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander,
+ till he find it stopping a bung-hole?
+
+\6 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
+
+\1 No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with
+ modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as
+ thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried,
+ Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of
+ earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he
+ was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel?
+\endProsa
+
+\begin {song}[-4]
+ Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
+ Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:
+ O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
+ Should patch a wall to expel the winter flaw!
+\end{song}
+ But soft! but soft! aside: here comes the king.
+ The queen, the courtiers:\\
+
+ \(c)Enter Priest, \&c. in procession; the Corpse of
+ Ophelia,\\ \7 and Mourners following;\\ \2, \3, their trains, \&c\)
+
+ who is this they follow?
+ And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
+ The corse they follow did with desperate hand
+ Fordo its own life: 'twas of some estate.
+ Couch we awhile, and mark. \[r]Retiring with \6\]
+
+\7 What ceremony else? \\
+
+\1 That is Laertes,
+ A very noble youth: mark.
+
+\7 What ceremony else?
+
+\persona{First Priest} Her obsequies have been as far enlarged
+ As we have warrantise: her death was doubtful;
+ And, but that great command o'ersways the order,
+ She should in ground unsanctified have lodged
+ Till the last trumpet: for charitable prayers,
+ Shards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her;
+ Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants,
+ Her maiden strewments and the bringing home
+ Of bell and burial. \\[ial.]
+
+\7 Must there no more be done? \\
+
+\persona{First Priest} No more be done:
+ We should profane the service of the dead
+ To sing a requiem and such rest to her
+ As to peace-parted souls.\\
+
+\7 Lay her i' the earth:
+ And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
+ May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
+ A ministering angel shall my sister be,
+ When thou liest howling. \\
+
+\1 What, the fair Ophelia!
+
+\3 \[scattering flowers\] Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
+ I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;
+ I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
+ And not have strew'd thy grave. \\
+
+\7 O, treble woe
+ Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,
+ Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
+ Deprived thee of! Hold off the earth awhile,
+ Till I have caught her once more in mine arms:
+ \[r]Leaps into the grave\]
+ Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead,
+ Till of this flat a mountain you have made,
+ To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head
+ Of blue Olympus. \\
+
+\1 \[advancing\] What is he whose grief
+ Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
+ Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand
+ Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
+ Hamlet the Dane. \\ \[r]Leaps into the grave\]
+
+\7 \[grappling with him\] The devil take thy soul!
+
+\1 Thou pray'st not well.
+ I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;
+ For, though I am not splenitive and rash,
+ Yet have I something in me dangerous,
+ Which let thy wiseness fear: hold off thy hand.
+
+\2 Pluck them asunder.\\
+
+\3 Hamlet, Hamlet!
+
+\persona{All} Gentlemen,--- \\
+
+\6 Good my lord, be quiet.
+
+ \(The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave\)
+
+\1 Why I will fight with him upon this theme
+ Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
+
+\3 O my son, what theme?
+
+\1 I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers
+ Could not, with all their quantity of love,
+ Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
+
+\2 O, he is mad, Laertes.
+
+\3 For love of God, forbear him.
+
+\1 'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:
+ Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
+ Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?
+ I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
+ To outface me with leaping in her grave?
+ Be buried quick with her, and so will I:
+ And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
+ Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
+ Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
+ Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
+ I'll rant as well as thou. \\
+
+\3 This is mere madness:
+ And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
+ Anon, as patient as the female dove,
+ When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
+ His silence will sit drooping. \\
+
+\1 Hear you, sir;
+ What is the reason that you use me thus?
+ I loved you ever: but it is no matter;
+ Let Hercules himself do what he may,
+ The cat will mew and dog will have his day. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\2 I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him. \[r]Exit \6\]
+
+ \[e]to \7\] Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;
+ We'll put the matter to the present push.
+ Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.
+ This grave shall have a living monument:
+ An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
+ Till then, in patience our proceeding be. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\Scene {A hall in the castle}
+
+ \[Enter \1 and \6\]
+
+\1 So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other;
+ You do remember all the circumstance?
+
+\6 Remember it, my lord?
+
+\1 Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting,
+ That would not let me sleep: methought I lay
+ Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly,
+ And praised be rashness for it, let us know,
+ Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,
+ When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us
+ There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
+ Rough-hew them how we will,--- \\
+
+\6 That is most certain.
+
+\1 Up from my cabin,
+ My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
+ Groped I to find out them; had my desire.
+ Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew
+ To mine own room again; making so bold,
+ My fears forgetting manners, to unseal
+ Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,---
+ O royal knavery!---an exact command,
+ Larded with many several sorts of reasons
+ Importing Denmark's health and England's too,
+ With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,
+ That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,
+ No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
+ My head should be struck off. \\
+
+\6 Is't possible?
+
+\1 Here's the commission: read it at more leisure.
+ But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed?
+
+\6 I beseech you.
+
+\1 Being thus be-netted round with villanies,---
+ Ere I could make a prologue to my brains,
+ They had begun the play---I sat me down,
+ Devised a new commission, wrote it fair:
+ I once did hold it, as our statists do,
+ A baseness to write fair and labour'd much
+ How to forget that learning, but, sir, now
+ It did me yeoman's service: wilt thou know
+ The effect of what I wrote? \\
+
+\6 Ay, good my lord.
+
+\1 An earnest conjuration from the king,
+ As England was his faithful tributary,
+ As love between them like the palm might flourish,
+ As peace should stiff her wheaten garland wear
+ And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
+ And many such-like `As'es of great charge,
+ That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
+ Without debatement further, more or less,
+ He should the bearers put to sudden death,
+ Not shriving-time allow'd. \\
+
+\6 How was this seal'd?
+
+\1 Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
+ I had my father's signet in my purse,
+ Which was the model of that Danish seal;
+ Folded the writ up in form of the other,
+ Subscribed it, gave't the impression, placed it safely,
+ The changeling never known. Now, the next day
+ Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent
+ Thou know'st already.
+
+\6 So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
+
+\1 Why, man, they did make love to this employment;
+ They are not near my conscience; their defeat
+ Does by their own insinuation grow:
+ 'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
+ Between the pass and fell incensed points
+ Of mighty opposites. \\
+
+\6 Why, what a king is this!
+
+\1 Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon---
+ He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother,
+ Popp'd in between the election and my hopes,
+ Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
+ And with such cozenage---is't not perfect conscience,
+ To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd,
+ To let this canker of our nature come
+ In further evil?
+
+\6 It must be shortly known to him from England
+ What is the issue of the business there.
+
+\1 It will be short: the interim is mine;
+ And a man's life's no more than to say `One.'
+ But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
+ That to Laertes I forgot myself;
+ For, by the image of my cause, I see
+ The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours.
+ But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
+ Into a towering passion. \\
+
+\6 Peace! who comes here?
+
+ \(Enter \12\)
+
+\Prosa
+
+\12 Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
+
+\1 I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?
+
+\6 No, my good lord.
+
+\1 Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to
+ know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a
+ beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at
+ the king's mess: 'tis a chough; but, as I say,
+ spacious in the possession of dirt.
+
+\12 Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I
+ should impart a thing to you from his majesty.
+
+\1 I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of
+ spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.
+
+\12 I thank your lordship, it is very hot.
+
+\1 No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is
+ northerly.
+
+\12 It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
+
+\1 But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my
+ complexion.
+
+\12 \DriveOut* Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, ---as
+ 'twere,--- I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his
+ majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a
+ great wager on your head: sir, this is the matter, ---
+
+\1 \[moves him to put on his hat\] I beseech you, re\-mem\-ber---
+
+\12 Nay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith.
+ Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe
+ me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent
+ differences, of very soft society and great showing:
+ indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or
+ calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the
+ continent of what part a gentleman would see.
+
+\1 Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you;
+ though, I know, to divide him inventorially would
+ dizzy the arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw
+ neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the
+ verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of
+ great article; and his infusion of such dearth and
+ rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his
+ semblable is his mirror; and who else would trace
+ him, his umbrage, nothing more.
+
+\12 Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
+
+\1 The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the gentleman
+ in our more rawer breath?
+
+\12 Sir?
+
+\6 Is't not possible to understand in another tongue?
+ You will do't, sir, really.
+
+\1 What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
+
+\12 Of Laertes?
+
+\6 His purse is empty already; all's golden words are spent.
+
+\1 Of him, sir.
+
+\12 I know you are not ignorant---
+
+\1 I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did,
+ it would not much approve me. Well, sir?
+
+\12 You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is---
+
+\1 I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with
+ him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to
+ know himself.
+
+\12 I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation
+ laid on him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed.
+
+\1 What's his weapon?
+
+\12 Rapier and dagger.
+
+\1 That's two of his weapons: but, well.
+
+\12 The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary
+ horses: against the which he has imponed, as I take
+ it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their
+ assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: three of the
+ carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very
+ responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages,
+ and of very liberal conceit.
+
+\1 What call you the carriages?
+
+\6 I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had done.
+
+\12 The carriages, sir, are the hangers.
+
+\1 \DriveOut* The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we
+ could carry cannon by our sides: I would it might
+ be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses
+ against six French swords, their assigns, and three
+ liberal-conceited carriages; that's the French bet
+ against the Danish. Why is this `imponed,' as you call it?
+
+\12 The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen passes
+ between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you
+ three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine; and it
+ would come to immediate trial, if your lordship
+ would vouchsafe the answer.
+
+\1 How if I answer `no'?
+
+\12 I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.
+
+\1 Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his
+ majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let
+ the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the
+ king hold his purpose, I will win for him an I can;
+ if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.
+
+\12 Shall I re-deliver you e'en so?
+
+\1 To this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will.
+
+\12 I commend my duty to your lordship.
+
+\1 Yours, yours. \[r]Exit \12\]
+
+ He does well to commend it himself; there are no
+ tongues else for's turn.
+
+\6 This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.
+
+\1 He did comply with his dug, before he sucked it.
+ Thus has he---and many more of the same bevy that I
+ know the dressy age dotes on---only got the tune of
+ the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of
+ yesty collection, which carries them through and
+ through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do
+ but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out.
+
+ \(Enter a Lord\)
+
+\persona{Lord} My lord, his majesty commended him to you by young
+ Osric, who brings back to him that you attend him in
+ the hall: he sends to know if your pleasure hold to
+ play with Laertes, or that you will take longer time.
+
+\1 I am constant to my purpose; they follow the king's
+ pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now
+ or whensoever, provided I be so able as now.
+
+\persona{Lord} The king and queen and all are coming down.
+
+\1 In happy time.
+
+\persona{Lord} The queen desires you to use some gentle
+ entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play.
+
+\1 She well instructs me. \[r]Exit Lord\]
+
+\6 You will lose this wager, my lord.
+
+\1 I do not think so: since he went into France, I
+ have been in continual practise: I shall win at the
+ odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here
+ about my heart: but it is no matter.
+
+\6 Nay, good my lord,---
+
+\1 It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of
+ gain-giving, as would perhaps trouble a woman.
+
+\6 If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will
+ forestall their repair hither, and say you are not
+ fit.
+
+\1 Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special
+ providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,
+ 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
+ now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
+ readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he
+ leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
+
+\endProsa
+
+ \(c)Enter \2, \3, \7,\\
+ Lords, \12, and Attendants with foils, \&c\)
+
+\2 Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
+ \[\2 puts \7' hand into \1's\]
+
+\1 Give me your pardon, sir: I've done you wrong;
+ But pardon't, as you are a gentleman.
+ This presence knows,
+ And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd
+ With sore distraction. What I have done,
+ That might your nature, honour and exception
+ Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
+ Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet:
+ If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,
+ And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,
+ Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
+ Who does it, then? His madness: if't be so,
+ Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;
+ His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
+ Sir, in this audience,
+ Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil
+ Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
+ That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,
+ And hurt my brother. \\
+
+\7 I am satisfied in nature,
+ Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most
+ To my revenge: but in my terms of honour
+ I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement,
+ Till by some elder masters, of known honour,
+ I have a voice and precedent of peace,
+ To keep my name ungored. But till that time,
+ I do receive your offer'd love like love,
+ And will not wrong it. \\
+
+\1 I embrace it freely;
+ And will this brother's wager frankly play.
+ Give us the foils. Come on. \\
+
+\7 Come, one for me.
+
+\1 I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance
+ Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night,
+ Stick fiery off indeed. \\
+
+\7 You mock me, sir.
+
+\1 No, by this hand.
+
+\2 Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,
+ You know the wager? \\
+
+\1 Very well, my lord
+ Your grace hath laid the odds o' the weaker side.
+
+\2 I do not fear it; I have seen you both:
+ But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds.
+
+\7 This is too heavy, let me see another.
+
+\1 This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
+
+ \[They prepare to play\]
+
+\12 Ay, my good lord.
+
+\2 Set me the stoops of wine upon that table.
+ If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
+ Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
+ Let all the battlements their ordnance fire:
+ The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath;
+ And in the cup an union shall he throw,
+ Richer than that which four successive kings
+ In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups;
+ And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
+ The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
+ The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,
+ `Now the king drinks to Hamlet.' Come, begin:
+ And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.
+
+ \(c)The cups are set at his size; trumpets sounds;\\
+ Hamlet and Laertes take their stations\)
+
+\1 Come on, sir. \\
+\7 Come, my lord. \\
+ \(They play\)
+\1 One! \\
+
+\7 No. \\
+
+\1 Judgment?
+
+\12 A hit, a very palpable hit. \\
+
+\[r]they break off; the kettle-drum sounds, the trumpets blow,
+ and a cannon-shot is heard without.\]
+
+
+\7 Well, again.
+\2 Stay; give me drink. \[a servant fills a cup\]
+ Hamlet, \[p]he holds up a jewel\,\], this pearl is thine;
+ Here's to thy health. \\\[r]he drinks and then seems to cast\\
+ the pearl into the cup\]
+ Give him the cup.
+
+\1 I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
+ \[r]the servant sets on a table behind him\]
+ Come. \\
+
+ \(They play again\)
+
+ Another hit! What say you?
+
+\7 A touch, a touch, I do confess. \[r]they break off\]
+
+\2 Our son shall win. \\
+
+\3 He's fat, and scant of breath.
+ Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows;
+ The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
+
+\1 Good madam! \\
+\2 Gertrude, do not drink.
+\3 I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.
+ \[r]she drinks and offers the cup to \1\]
+\aparte\2 It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.
+
+\1 I dare not drink yet, madam---by and by.
+\3 Come, let me wipe thy face. \[r]she does so\]
+\7 My lord, I'll hit him now. \\
+\2 I do not think't.
+\aparte\7 And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.
+\1 Come, for the third, Laertes: you but dally;
+ I pray you, pass with your best violence;
+ I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
+
+\7 Say you so? come on.
+ \(They play the third bout\)
+
+\12 Nothing, neither way. \[r]they break off\]
+
+\7 Have at you now! \\
+
+\[r]\7 wounds \1; then in scuffling, they\\ change rapiers, and \1 wounds \7\]
+
+\2 Part them; they are incensed.
+
+\1 Nay, come, again. \\ \[r]the \3 falls\]
+
+\12 Look to the queen there, ho!
+
+\6 They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?
+
+\12 How is't, Laertes?
+
+\7 Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;
+ I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
+
+\1 How does the queen? \\
+
+\2 She swounds to see them bleed.
+
+\3 No, no, the drink, the drink,---O my dear Hamlet,---
+ The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. \[r]she dies\]
+
+\1 O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd:
+ Treachery! Seek it out.
+
+\7 It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain;
+ No medicine in the world can do thee good;
+ In thee there is not half an hour of life;
+ The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
+ Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise
+ Hath turn'd itself on me lo, here I lie,
+ Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd:
+ I can no more: the king, the king's to blame.
+
+\1 The point!---envenom'd too!
+ Then, venom, to thy work. \[he stabs the \2\]
+
+\persona{All} Treason! treason!
+
+\2 O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.
+
+\1 Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
+ Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?
+ Follow my mother. \\\[\2 dies\]
+
+\7 He is justly served;
+ It is a poison temper'd by himself.
+ Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
+ Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
+ Nor thine on me. \[dies\]
+
+\1 Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
+ I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu!
+ You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
+ That are but mutes or audience to this act,
+ Had I but time---as this fell sergeant, death,
+ Is strict in his arrest---O, I could tell you---
+ But let it be. Horatio, I am dead;
+ Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
+ To the unsatisfied. \\
+
+\6 Never believe it:
+ I am more an antique Roman than a Dane:
+ Here's yet some liquor left. \\
+
+\1 As thou'rt a man,
+ Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't.
+ O good Horatio, what a wounded name,
+ Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
+ If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart
+ Absent thee from felicity awhile,
+ And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
+ To tell my story.---\\
+
+ \(March afar off, and shot within\)
+
+ What warlike noise is this?
+
+\12 Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
+ To the ambassadors of England gives
+ This warlike volley. \\
+
+\1 O, I die, Horatio;
+ The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit:
+ I cannot live to hear the news from England;
+ But I do prophesy the election lights
+ On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice;
+ So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
+ Which have solicited. The rest is silence. \[dies\]
+
+\6 Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:
+ And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
+ Why does the drum come hither?
+
+ \(March within\)
+
+ \(Enter \17, the English Ambassadors,
+ and others\)
+
+\17 Where is this sight? \\
+
+\6 What is it ye would see?
+ If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
+
+\17 This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death,
+ What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
+ That thou so many princes at a shot
+ So bloodily hast struck? \\
+
+\persona{First Ambassador} The sight is dismal;
+ And our affairs from England come too late:
+ The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
+ To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd,
+ That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead:
+ Where should we have our thanks? \\
+
+\6 Not from his mouth,
+ Had it the ability of life to thank you:
+ He never gave commandment for their death.
+ But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
+ You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
+ Are here arrived give order that these bodies
+ High on a stage be placed to the view;
+ And let me speak to the yet unknowing world
+ How these things came about: so shall you hear
+ Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
+ Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
+ Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,
+ And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
+ Fall'n on the inventors' reads: all this can I
+ Truly deliver. \\
+
+\17 Let us haste to hear it,
+ And call the noblest to the audience.
+ For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune:
+ I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
+ Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.
+
+\6 Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
+ And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more;
+ But let this same be presently perform'd,
+ Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance
+ On plots and errors, happen. \\
+
+\17 Let four captains
+ Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
+ For he was likely, had he been put on,
+ To have proved most royally: and, for his passage,
+ The soldiers' music and the rites of war
+ Speak loudly for him.
+ Take up the bodies: such a sight as this
+ Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
+ Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
+
+ \(A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead
+ bodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off\)
+
+\endVersus
+\endDrama
+\end{document}
+
+
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+\ExampleTitle {Byron}{Childe Harold's Pilgrimage}
+ {Poetical Works\\
+ Oxford Standard Authors\\
+ Oxford University Press, 1970}
+
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+\titulus {\RelSize{1}CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE}
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+\Versus
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+
+\titulus{To Ianthe}
+
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+
+ Not in those climes where I have late been straying,
+ Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deemed,
+ Not in those visions to the heart displaying
+ Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed,
+ Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seemed:
+ Nor, having seen thee, shall I vainly seek
+ To paint those charms which varied as they beamed\textemdash
+ To such as see thee not my words were weak;
+To those who gaze on thee, what language could they speak?
+
+ Ah! mayst thou ever be what now thou art,
+ Nor unbeseem the promise of thy spring,
+ As fair in form, as warm yet pure in heart,
+ Love's image upon earth without his wing,
+ And guileless beyond Hope's imagining!
+ And surely she who now so fondly rears
+ Thy youth, in thee, thus hourly brightening,
+ Beholds the rainbow of her future years,
+Before whose heavenly hues all sorrow disappears.
+
+ Young Peri of the West!---'tis well for me
+ My years already doubly number thine;
+ My loveless eye unmoved may gaze on thee,
+ And safely view thy ripening beauties shine:
+ Happy, I ne'er shall see them in decline;
+ Happier, that while all younger hearts shall bleed
+ Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign
+ To those whose admiration shall succeed,
+But mixed with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours decreed.
+
+ Oh! let that eye, which, wild as the gazelle's,
+ Now brightly bold or beautifully shy,
+ Wins as it wanders, dazzles where it dwells,
+ Glance o'er this page, nor to my verse deny
+ That smile for which my breast might vainly sigh,
+ Could I to thee be ever more than friend:
+ This much, dear maid, accord; nor question why
+ To one so young my strain I would commend,
+But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend.
+
+ Such is thy name with this my verse entwined;
+ And long as kinder eyes a look shall cast
+ On Harold's page, Ianthe's here enshrined
+ Shall thus be first beheld, forgotten last:
+ My days once numbered, should this homage past
+ Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre
+ Of him who hailed thee, loveliest as thou wast,
+ Such is the most my memory may desire;
+Though more than Hope can claim, could Friendship less require?
+}
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+\canto
+
+ Oh, thou, in Hellas deemed of heavenly birth,
+ Muse, formed or fabled at the minstrel's will!
+ Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth,
+ Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill:
+ Yet there I've wandered by thy vaunted rill;
+ Yes! sighed o'er Delphi's long-deserted shrine
+ Where, save that feeble fountain, all is still;
+ Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine
+To grace so plain a tale---this lowly lay of mine.
+
+
+ Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a youth,
+ Who ne in virtue's ways did take delight;
+ But spent his days in riot most uncouth,
+ And vexed with mirth the drowsy ear of Night.
+ Ah, me! in sooth he was a shameless wight,
+ Sore given to revel and ungodly glee;
+ Few earthly things found favour in his sight
+ Save concubines and carnal companie,
+And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree.
+
+ Childe Harold was he hight: ---but whence his name
+ And lineage long, it suits me not to say;
+ Suffice it, that perchance they were of fame,
+ And had been glorious in another day:
+ But one sad losel soils a name for aye,
+ However mighty in the olden time;
+ Nor all that heralds rake from coffined clay,
+ Nor florid prose, nor honeyed lines of rhyme,
+Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
+
+
+ Childe Harold basked him in the noontide sun,
+ Disporting there like any other fly,
+ Nor deemed before his little day was done
+ One blast might chill him into misery.
+ But long ere scarce a third of his passed by,
+ Worse than adversity the Childe befell;
+ He felt the fulness of satiety:
+ Then loathed he in his native land to dwell,
+Which seemed to him more lone than eremite's sad cell,
+
+ For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run,
+ Nor made atonement when he did amiss,
+ Had sighed to many, though he loved but one,
+ And that loved one, alas, could ne'er be his.
+ Ah, happy she! to 'scape from him whose kiss
+ Had been pollution unto aught so chaste;
+ Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss,
+ And spoiled her goodly lands to gild his waste,
+Nor calm domestic peace had ever deigned to taste.
+
+
+ And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart,
+ And from his fellow bacchanals would flee;
+ 'Tis said, at times the sullen tear would start,
+ But pride congealed the drop within his e'e:
+ Apart he stalked in joyless reverie,
+ And from his native land resolved to go,
+ And visit scorching climes beyond the sea;
+ With pleasure drugged, he almost longed for woe,
+And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below.
+
+
+ The Childe departed from his father's hall;
+ It was a vast and venerable pile;
+ So old, it seemed only not to fall,
+ Yet strength was pillared in each massy aisle.
+ Monastic dome! condemned to uses vile!
+ Where superstition once had made her den,
+ Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile;
+ And monks might deem their time was come agen,
+If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
+
+
+ Yet ofttimes in his maddest mirthful mood,
+ Strange pangs would flash along Childe Harold's brow,
+ As if the memory of some deadly feud
+ Or disappointed passion lurked below:
+ But this none knew, nor haply cared to know;
+ For his was not that open, artless soul
+ That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow;
+ Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole,
+Whate'er this grief mote be, which he could not control.
+
+ And none did love him: though to hall and bower
+ He gathered revellers from far and near,
+ He knew them flatterers of the festal hour;
+ The heartless parasites of present cheer.
+ Yea, none did love him---not his lemans dear---
+ But pomp and power alone are woman's care,
+ And where these are light Eros finds a feere;
+ Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
+And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
+
+ Childe Harold had a mother---not forgot,
+ Though parting from that mother he did shun;
+ A sister whom he loved, but saw her not
+ Before his weary pilgrimage begun:
+ If friends he had, he bade adieu to none.
+ Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel;
+ Ye, who have known what 'tis to dote upon
+ A few dear objects, will in sadness feel
+Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to hear.
+
+ His house, his home, his heritage, his lands,
+ The laughing dames in whom he did delight,
+ Whose large blue eyes, fair locks, and snowy hands,
+ Might shake the saintship of an anchorite,
+ And long had fed his youthful appetite;
+ His goblets brimmed with every costly wine,
+ And all that mote to luxury invite,
+ Without a sigh he left to cross the brine,
+And traverse Paynim shores, and pass earth's central line.
+
+
+ The sails were filled, and fair the light winds blew
+ As glad to waft him from his native home;
+ And fast the white rocks faded from his view,
+ And soon were lost in circumambient foam;
+ And then, it may be, of his wish to roam
+ Repented he, but in his bosom slept
+ The silent thought, nor from his lips did come
+ One word of wail, whilst others sate and wept,
+And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept.
+
+
+ But when the sun was sinking in the sea,
+ He seized his harp, which he at times could string,
+ And strike, albeit with untaught melody,
+ When deemed he no strange ear was listening:
+ And now his fingers o'er it he did fling,
+ And tuned his farewell in the dim twilight,
+ While flew the vessel on her snowy wing,
+ And fleeting shores receded from his sight,
+Thus to the elements he poured his last `Good Night.'
+
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+Adieu, adieu! my native shore
+ Fades o'er the waters blue;
+The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
+ And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
+Yon sun that sets upon the sea
+ We follow in his flight;
+Farewell awhile to him and thee,
+ My Native Land---Good Night!
+
+A few short hours, and he will rise
+ To give the morrow birth;
+And I shall hail the main and skies,
+ But not my mother earth.
+Deserted is my own good hall,
+ Its hearth is desolate;
+Wild weeds are gathering on the wall,
+ My dog howls at the gate.
+
+`Come hither, hither, my little page:
+ Why dost thou weep and wail?
+Or dost thou dread the billow's rage,
+ Or tremble at the gale?
+But dash the tear-drop from thine eye,
+ Our ship is swift and strong;
+Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly
+ More merrily along.'
+
+`Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high,
+ I fear not wave nor wind;
+Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I
+ Am sorrowful in mind;
+For I have from my father gone,
+ A mother whom I love,
+And have no friend, save these alone,
+ But thee---and One above.
+
+`My father blessed me fervently,
+ Yet did not much complain;
+But sorely will my mother sigh
+ Till I come back again.'\textemdash
+`Enough, enough, my little lad!
+ Such tears become thine eye;
+If I thy guileless bosom had,
+ Mine own would not be dry.
+
+`Come hither, hither, my staunch yeoman,
+ Why dost thou look so pale?
+Or dost thou dread a French foeman,
+ Or shiver at the gale?'\textemdash
+`Deem'st thou I tremble for my life?
+ Sir Childe, I'm not so weak;
+But thinking on an absent wife
+ Will blanch a faithful cheek.
+
+`My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall,
+ Along the bordering lake;
+And when they on their father call,
+ What answer shall she make?'\textemdash
+`Enough, enough, my yeoman good,
+ Thy grief let none gainsay;
+But I, who am of lighter mood,
+ Will laugh to flee away.'
+
+For who would trust the seeming sighs
+ Of wife or paramour?
+Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes
+ We late saw streaming o'er.
+For pleasures past I do not grieve,
+ Nor perils gathering near;
+My greatest grief is that I leave
+ No thing that claims a tear.
+
+And now I'm in the world alone,
+ Upon the wide, wide sea;
+But why should I for others groan,
+ When none will sigh for me?
+Perchance my dog will whine in vain
+ Till fed by stranger hands;
+But long ere I come back again
+ He'd tear me where he stands.
+
+With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go
+ Athwart the foaming brine;
+Nor care what land thou bear'st me to,
+ So not again to mine.
+Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves!
+ And when you fail my sight,
+Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves!
+ My Native Land---Good Night!
+
+\end{versus}
+
+ On, on the vessel flies, the land is gone,
+ And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay.
+ Four days are sped, but with the fifth, anon,
+ New shores descried make every bosom gay;
+ And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way,
+ And Tagus dashing onward to the deep,
+ His fabled golden tribute bent to pay;
+ And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap,
+And steer 'twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics reap.
+
+
+ Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
+ What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
+ What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree!
+ What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand!
+ But man would mar them with an impious hand:
+ And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge
+ 'Gainst those who most transgress his high command,
+ With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge
+Gaul's locust host, and earth from fellest foemen purge.
+
+ What beauties doth Lisboa first unfold!
+ Her image floating on that noble tide,
+ Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold,
+ But now whereon a thousand keels did ride
+ Of mighty strength, since Albion was allied,
+ And to the Lusians did her aid afford
+ A nation swoll'n with ignorance and pride,
+ Who lick, yet loathe, the hand that waves the sword.
+To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord.
+
+
+ But whoso entereth within this town,
+ That, sheening far, celestial seems to be,
+ Disconsolate will wander up and down,
+ Mid many things unsightly to strange e'e;
+ For hut and palace show like filthily;
+ The dingy denizens are reared in dirt;
+ No personage of high or mean degree
+ Doth care for cleanness of surtout or shirt,
+Though shent with Egypt's plague, unkempt, unwashed, unhurt.
+
+
+ Poor, paltry slaves! yet born midst noblest scenes\textemdash
+ Why, Nature, waste thy wonders on such men?
+ Lo! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes
+ In variegated maze of mount and glen.
+ Ah me! what hand can pencil guide, or pen,
+ To follow half on which the eye dilates
+ Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken
+ Than those whereof such things the bard relates,
+Who to the awe-struck world unlocked Elysium's gates?
+
+
+ The horrid crags, by toppling convent crowned,
+ The cork-trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep,
+ The mountain moss by scorching skies imbrowned,
+ The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep,
+ The tender azure of the unruffled deep,
+ The orange tints that gild the greenest bough,
+ The torrents that from cliff to valley leap,
+ The vine on high, the willow branch below,
+Mixed in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
+
+
+ Then slowly climb the many-winding way,
+ And frequent turn to linger as you go,
+ From loftier rocks new loveliness survey,
+ And rest ye at `Our Lady's House of Woe;'
+ Where frugal monks their little relics show,
+ And sundry legends to the stranger tell:
+ Here impious men have punished been; and lo,
+ Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell,
+In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.
+
+ And here and there, as up the crags you spring,
+ Mark many rude-carved crosses near the path;
+ Yet deem not these devotion's offering\textemdash
+ These are memorials frail of murderous wrath;
+ For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath
+ Poured forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife,
+ Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath;
+ And grove and glen with thousand such are rife
+Throughout this purple land, where law secures not life!
+
+
+ On sloping mounds, or in the vale beneath,
+ Are domes where whilom kings did make repair;
+ But now the wild flowers round them only breathe:
+ Yet ruined splendour still is lingering there.
+ And yonder towers the prince's palace fair:
+ There thou, too, Vathek! England's wealthiest son,
+ Once formed thy Paradise, as not aware
+ When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done,
+Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun.
+
+
+ Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of pleasure plan.
+ Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow;
+ But now, as if a thing unblest by man,
+ Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou!
+ Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow
+ To halls deserted, portals gaping wide;
+ Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom, how
+ Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied;
+Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide.
+
+
+ Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened!
+ Oh! dome displeasing unto British eye!
+ With diadem hight foolscap, lo! a fiend,
+ A little fiend that scoffs incessantly,
+ There sits in parchment robe arrayed, and by
+ His side is hung a seal and sable scroll,
+ Where blazoned glare names known to chivalry,
+ And sundry signatures adorn the roll,
+Whereat the urchin points, and laughs with all his soul.
+
+ Convention is the dwarfish demon styled
+ That foiled the knights in Marialva's dome:
+ Of brains (if brains they had) he them beguiled,
+ And turned a nation's shallow joy to gloom.
+ Here Folly dashed to earth the victor's plume,
+ And Policy regained what Arms had lost:
+ For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom!
+ Woe to the conquering, not the conquered host,
+Since baffled Triumph droops on Lusitania's coast.
+
+
+ And ever since that martial synod met,
+ Britannia sickens, Cintra, at thy name;
+ And folks in office at the mention fret,
+ And fain would blush, if blush they could, for shame.
+ How will posterity the deed proclaim!
+ Will not our own and fellow-nations sneer,
+ To view these champions cheated of their fame,
+ By foes in fight o'erthrown, yet victors here,
+Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming year?
+
+
+ So deemed the Childe, as o'er the mountains he
+ Did take his way in solitary guise:
+ Sweet was the scene, yet soon he thought to flee,
+ More restless than the swallow in the skies:
+ Though here awhile he learned to moralise,
+ For Meditation fixed at times on him,
+ And conscious Reason whispered to despise
+ His early youth misspent in maddest whim;
+But as he gazed on Truth, his aching eyes grew dim.
+
+
+ To horse! to horse! he quits, for ever quits
+ A scene of peace, though soothing to his soul:
+ Again he rouses from his moping fits,
+ But seeks not now the harlot and the bow
+ Onward he flies, nor fixed as yet the goal
+ Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimage;
+ And o'er him many changing scenes must roll,
+ Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage,
+Or he shall calm his breast, or learn experience sage.
+
+
+ Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay,
+ Where dwelt of yore the Lusians' luckless queen;
+ And church and court did mingle their array,
+ And mass and revel were alternate seen;
+ Lordlings and freres---ill-sorted fry, I ween!
+ But here the Babylonian whore had built
+ A dome, where flaunts she in such glorious sheen,
+ That men forget the blood which she hath spilt,
+And bow the knee to Pomp that loves to garnish guilt.
+
+
+ O'er vales that teem with fruits, romantic hills,
+ (Oh that such hills upheld a free-born race!)
+ Whereon to gaze the eye with joyaunce fills,
+ Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place.
+ Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase,
+ And marvel men should quit their easy chair,
+ The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace.
+ Oh, there is sweetness in the mountain air
+And life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share.
+
+
+ More bleak to view the hills at length recede,
+ And, less luxuriant, smoother vales extend:
+ Immense horizon-bounded plains succeed!
+ Far as the eye discerns, withouten end,
+ Spain's realms appear, whereon her shepherds tend
+ Flocks, whose rich fleece right well the trader knows\textemdash
+ Now must the pastor's arm his lambs defend:
+ For Spain is compassed by unyielding foes,
+And all must shield their all, or share Subjection's woes.
+
+
+ Where Lusitania and her Sister meet,
+ Deem ye what bounds the rival realms divide?
+ Or e'er the jealous queens of nations greet,
+ Doth Tayo interpose his mighty tide?
+ Or dark sierras rise in craggy pride?
+ Or fence of art, like China's vasty wall?\textemdash
+ Ne barrier wall, ne river deep and wide,
+ Ne horrid crags, nor mountains dark and tall
+Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul:
+
+
+ But these between a silver streamlet glides,
+ And scarce a name distinguisheth the brook,
+ Though rival kingdoms press its verdant sides.
+ Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook,
+ And vacant on the rippling waves doth look,
+ That peaceful still 'twixt bitterest foemen flow:
+ For proud each peasant as the noblest duke:
+ Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know
+'Twixt him and Lusian slave, the lowest of the low.
+
+
+ But ere the mingling bounds have far been passed,
+ Dark Guadiana rolls his power along
+ In sullen billows, murmuring and vast,
+ So noted ancient roundelays among.
+ Whilome upon his banks did legions throng
+ Of Moor and Knight, in mailed splendour drest;
+ Here ceased the swift their race, here sunk the strong;
+ The Paynim turban and the Christian crest
+Mixed on the bleeding stream, by floating hosts oppressed.
+
+
+ Oh, lovely Spain! renowned, romantic land!
+ Where is that standard which Pelagio bore,
+ When Cava's traitor-sire first called the band
+ That dyed thy mountain-streams with Gothic gore?
+ Where are those bloody banners which of yore
+ Waved o'er thy sons, victorious to the gale,
+ And drove at last the spoilers to their shore?
+ Red gleamed the cross, and waned the crescent pale,
+While Afric's echoes thrilled with Moorish matrons' wail,
+
+ Teems not each ditty with the glorious tale?
+ Ah! such, alas, the hero's amplest fate!
+ When granite moulders and when records fail,
+ A peasant's plaint prolongs his dubious date.
+ Pride! bend thine eye from heaven to thine estate,
+ See how the mighty shrink into a song!
+ Can volume, pillar, pile, preserve thee great?
+ Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue,
+When Flattery sleeps with thee, and History does thee wrong?
+
+
+ Awake, ye sons of Spain! awake! advance
+ Lo! Chivalry, your ancient goddess, cries,
+ But wields not, as of old, her thirsty lance,
+ Nor shakes her crimson plumage in the skies:
+ Now on the smoke of blazing bolts she flies,
+ And speaks in thunder through yon engine's roar!
+ In every peal she calls---`Awake! arise!'
+ Say, is her voice more feeble than of yore,
+When her war-song was heard on Andalusia's shore?
+
+
+ Hark! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note?
+ Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath?
+ Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote;
+ Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath
+ Tyrants and tyrants' slaves?---the fires of death,
+ The bale-fires flash on high: ---from rock to rock
+ Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe:
+ Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc,
+Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock.
+
+
+ Lo! where the Giant on the mountain stands,
+ His blood-red tresses deepening in the sun,
+ With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands,
+ And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon;
+ Restless it rolls, now fixed, and now anon
+ Flashing afar,---and at his iron feet
+ Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done;
+ For on this morn three potent nations meet,
+To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.
+
+
+ By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see
+ (For one who hath no friend, no brother there)
+ Their rival scarfs of mixed embroidery,
+ Their various arms that glitter in the air!
+ What gallant war-hounds rouse them from their lair,
+ And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey!
+ All join the chase, but few the triumph share:
+ The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away,
+And Havoc scarce for joy can cumber their array.
+
+
+ Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice;
+ Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high;
+ Three gaudy standards flout the pale blue skies.
+ The shouts are France, Spain, Albion, Victory!
+ The foe, the victim, and the fond ally
+ That fights for all, but ever fights in vain,
+ Are met---as if at home they could not die\textemdash
+ To feed the crow on Talavera's plain,
+And fertilise the field that each pretends to gain.
+
+
+ There shall they rot---Ambition's honoured fools!
+ Yes, Honour decks the turf that wraps their clay!
+ Vain Sophistry! in these behold the tools,
+ The broken tools, that tyrants cast away
+ By myriads, when they dare to pave their way
+ With human hearts---to what?---a dream alone.
+ Can despots compass aught that hails their sway?
+ Or call with truth one span of earth their own,
+Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone?
+
+
+ O Albuera, glorious field of grief!
+ As o'er thy plain the Pilgrim pricked his steed,
+ Who could foresee thee, in a space so brief,
+ A scene where mingling foes should boast and bleed.
+ Peace to the perished! may the warrior's meed
+ And tears of triumph their reward prolong!
+ Till others fall where other chieftains lead,
+ Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng,
+And shine in worthless lays, the theme of transient song.
+
+
+ Enough of Battle's minions! let them play
+ Their game of lives, and barter breath for fame:
+ Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay,
+ Though thousands fall to deck some single name.
+ In sooth, 'twere sad to thwart their noble aim
+ Who strike, blest hirelings! for their country's good,
+ And die, that living might have proved her shame;
+ Perished, perchance, in some domestic feud,
+Or in a narrower sphere wild Rapine's path pursued.
+
+
+ Full swiftly Harold wends his lonely way
+ Where proud Sevilla triumphs unsubdued:
+ Yet is she free---the spoiler's wished-for prey!
+ Soon, soon shall Conquest's fiery foot intrude,
+ Blackening her lovely domes with traces rude.
+ Inevitable hour! 'Gainst fate to strive
+ Where Desolation plants her famished brood
+ Is vain, or Ilion, Tyre, might yet survive,
+And Virtue vanquish all, and Murder cease to thrive.
+
+
+ But all unconscious of the coming doom,
+ The feast, the song, the revel here abounds;
+ Strange modes of merriment the hours consume,
+ Nor bleed these patriots with their country's wounds;
+ Nor here War's clarion, but Love's rebeck sounds;
+ Here Folly still his votaries enthralls,
+ And young-eyed Lewdness walks her midnight rounds:
+ Girt with the silent crimes of capitals,
+Still to the last kind Vice clings to the tottering walls.
+
+
+ Not so the rustic: with his trembling mate
+ He lurks, nor casts his heavy eye afar,
+ Lest he should view his vineyard desolate,
+ Blasted below the dun hot breath of war.
+ No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star
+ Fandango twirls his jocund castanet:
+ Ah, monarchs! could ye taste the mirth ye mar,
+ Not in the toils of Glory would ye fret;
+The hoarse dull drum would sleep, and Man be happy yet.
+
+
+ How carols now the lusty muleteer?
+ Of love, romance, devotion is his lay,
+ As whilome he was wont the leagues to cheer,
+ His quick bells wildly jingling on the way?
+ No! as he speeds, he chants `Viva el Rey!'
+ And checks his song to execrate Godoy,
+ The royal wittol Charles, and curse the day
+ When first Spain's queen beheld the black-eyed boy,
+And gore-faced Treason sprung from her adulterate joy.
+
+
+ On yon long level plain, at distance crowned
+ With crags, whereon those Moorish turrets rest,
+ Wide scattered hoof-marks dint the wounded ground;
+ And, scathed by fire, the greensward's darkened vest
+ Tells that the foe was Andalusia's guest:
+ Here was the camp, the watch-flame, and the host,
+ Here the brave peasant stormed the dragon's nest;
+ Still does he mark it with triumphant boast,
+And points to yonder cliffs, which oft were won and lost.
+
+
+ And whomsoe'er along the path you meet
+ Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue,
+ Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet:
+ Woe to the man that walks in public view
+ Without of loyalty this token true:
+ Sharp is the knife, and sudden is the stroke;
+ And sorely would the Gallic foemen rue,
+ If subtle poniards, wrapt beneath the cloak,
+Could blunt the sabre's edge, or clear the cannon's smoke.
+
+
+ At every turn Morena's dusky height
+ Sustains aloft the battery's iron load;
+ And, far as mortal eye can compass sight,
+ The mountain-howitzer, the broken road,
+ The bristling palisade, the fosse o'erflowed,
+ The stationed bands, the never-vacant watch,
+ The magazine in rocky durance stowed,
+ The holstered steed beneath the shed of thatch,
+The ball-piled pyramid, the ever-blazing match,
+
+
+ Portend the deeds to come: ---but he whose nod
+ Has tumbled feebler despots from their sway,
+ A moment pauseth ere he lifts the rod;
+ A little moment deigneth to delay:
+ Soon will his legions sweep through these the way;
+ The West must own the Scourger of the world.
+ Ah, Spain! how sad will be thy reckoning day,
+ When soars Gaul's Vulture, with his wings unfurled,
+And thou shalt view thy sons in crowds to Hades hurled.
+
+
+ And must they fall---the young, the proud, the brave\textemdash
+ To swell one bloated chief's unwholesome reign?
+ No step between submission and a grave?
+ The rise of rapine and the fall of Spain?
+ And doth the Power that man adores ordain
+ Their doom, nor heed the suppliant's appeal?
+ Is all that desperate Valour acts in vain?
+ And Counsel sage, and patriotic Zeal,
+The veteran's skill, youth's fire, and manhood's heart of steel?
+
+
+ Is it for this the Spanish maid, aroused,
+ Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar,
+ And, all unsexed, the anlace hath espoused,
+ Sung the loud song, and dared the deed of war?
+ And she, whom once the semblance of a scar
+ Appalled, an owlet's larum chilled with dread,
+ Now views the column-scattering bayonet jar,
+ The falchion flash, and o'er the yet warm dead
+Stalks with Minerva's step where Mars might quake to tread.
+
+
+ Ye who shall marvel when you hear her tale,
+ Oh! had you known her in her softer hour,
+ Marked her black eye that mocks her coal-black veil,
+ Heard her light, lively tones in lady's bower,
+ Seen her long locks that foil the painter's power,
+ Her fairy form, with more than female grace,
+ Scarce would you deem that Saragoza's tower
+ Beheld her smile in Danger's Gorgon face,
+Thin the closed ranks, and lead in Glory's fearful chase.
+
+
+ Her lover sinks---she sheds no ill-timed tear;
+ Her chief is slain---she fills his fatal post;
+ Her fellows flee---she checks their base career;
+ The foe retires---she heads the sallying host:
+ Who can appease like her a lover's ghost?
+ Who can avenge so well a leader's fall?
+ What maid retrieve when man's flushed hope is lost?
+ Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul,
+Foiled by a woman's hand, before a battered wall?
+
+
+ Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons,
+ But formed for all the witching arts of love:
+ Though thus in arms they emulate her sons,
+ And in the horrid phalanx dare to move,
+ 'Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove,
+ Pecking the hand that hovers o'er her mate:
+ In softness as in firmness far above
+ Remoter females, famed for sickening prate;
+Her mind is nobler sure, her charms perchance as great.
+
+
+ The seal Love's dimpling finger hath impressed
+ Denotes how soft that chin which bears his touch:
+ Her lips, whose kisses pout to leave their nest,
+ Bid man be valiant ere he merit such:
+ Her glance, how wildly beautiful! how much
+ Hath Phoebus wooed in vain to spoil her cheek
+ Which glows yet smoother from his amorous clutch!
+ Who round the North for paler dames would seek?
+How poor their forms appear? how languid, wan, and weak!
+
+
+ Match me, ye climes! which poets love to laud;
+ Match me, ye harems! of the land where now
+ I strike my strain, far distant, to applaud
+ Beauties that even a cynic must avow!
+ Match me those houris, whom ye scarce allow
+ To taste the gale lest Love should ride the wind,
+ With Spain's dark-glancing daughters\,---\,deign to know,
+ There your wise Prophet's paradise we find,
+His black-eyed maids of Heaven, angelically kind.
+
+
+ O thou, Parnassus! whom I now survey,
+ Not in the frenzy of a dreamer's eye,
+ Not in the fabled landscape of a lay,
+ But soaring snow-clad through thy native sky,
+ In the wild pomp of mountain majesty!
+ What marvel if I thus essay to sing?
+ The humblest of thy pilgrims passing by
+ Would gladly woo thine echoes with his string,
+Though from thy heights no more one muse will wave her wing.
+
+
+ Oft have I dreamed of thee! whose glorious name
+ Who knows not, knows not man's divinest lore:
+ And now I view thee, 'tis, alas, with shame
+ That I in feeblest accents must adore.
+ When I recount thy worshippers of yore
+ I tremble, and can only bend the knee;
+ Nor raise my voice, nor vainly dare to soar,
+ But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy
+In silent joy to think at last I look on thee!
+
+
+ Happier in this than mightiest bards have been,
+ Whose fate to distant homes confined their lot,
+ Shall I unmoved behold the hallowed scene,
+ Which others rave of, though they know it not?
+ Though here no more Apollo haunts his grot,
+ And thou, the Muses' seat, art now their grave,
+ Some gentle spirit still pervades the spot,
+ Sighs in the gale, keeps silence in the cave,
+And glides with glassy foot o'er yon melodious wave.
+
+
+ Of thee hereafter.---Even amidst my strain
+ I turned aside to pay my homage here;
+ Forgot the land, the sons, the maids of Spain;
+ Her fate, to every free-born bosom dear;
+ And hailed thee, not perchance without a tear.
+ Now to my theme---but from thy holy haunt
+ Let me some remnant, some memorial bear;
+ Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant,
+Nor let thy votary's hope be deemed an idle vaunt.
+
+
+ But ne'er didst thou, fair mount, when Greece was young,
+ See round thy giant base a brighter choir;
+ Nor e'er did Delphi, when her priestess sung
+ The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire,
+ Behold a train more fitting to inspire
+ The song of love than Andalusia's maids,
+ Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire:
+ Ah! that to these were given such peaceful shades
+As Greece can still bestow, though Glory fly her glades.
+
+
+ Fair is proud Seville; let her country boast
+ Her strength, her wealth, her site of ancient days,
+ But Cadiz, rising on the distant coast,
+ Calls forth a sweeter, though ignoble praise.
+ Ah, Vice! how soft are thy voluptuous ways!
+ While boyish blood is mantling, who can 'scape
+ The fascination of thy magic gaze?
+ A cherub-hydra round us dost thou gape,
+And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape.
+
+
+ When Paphos fell by Time---accursed Time!
+ The Queen who conquers all must yield to thee\textemdash
+ The Pleasures fled, but sought as warm a clime;
+ And Venus, constant to her native sea,
+ To nought else constant, hither deigned to flee,
+ And fixed her shrine within these walls of white;
+ Though not to one dome circumscribeth she
+ Her worship, but, devoted to her rite,
+A thousand altars rise, for ever blazing bright.
+
+
+ From morn till night, from night till startled morn
+ Peeps blushing on the revel's laughing crew,
+ The song is heard, the rosy garland worn;
+ Devices quaint, and frolics ever new,
+ Tread on each other's kibes. A long adieu
+ He bids to sober joy that here sojourns:
+ Nought interrupts the riot, though in lieu
+ Of true devotion monkish incense burns,
+And love and prayer unite, or rule the hour by turns.
+
+
+ The sabbath comes, a day of blessed rest;
+ What hallows it upon this Christian shore?
+ Lo! it is sacred to a solemn feast:
+ Hark! heard you not the forest monarch's roar?
+ Crashing the lance, he snuffs the spouting gore
+ Of man and steed, o'erthrown beneath his horn:
+ The thronged arena shakes with shouts for more;
+ Yells the mad crowd o'er entrails freshly torn,
+Nor shrinks the female eye, nor e'en affects to mourn.
+
+
+ The seventh day this; the jubilee of man.
+ London! right well thou know'st the day of prayer:
+ Then thy spruce citizen, washed artizan,
+ And smug apprentice gulp their weekly air:
+ Thy coach of hackney, whiskey, one-horse chair,
+ And humblest gig, through sundry suburbs whirl;
+ To Hampstead, Brentford, Harrow, make repair;
+ Till the tired jade the wheel forgets to hurl,
+Provoking envious gibe from each pedestrian churl.
+
+ Some o'er thy Thamis row the ribboned fair,
+ Others along the safer turnpike fly;
+ Some Richmond Hill ascend, some scud to Ware,
+ And many to the steep of Highgate hie.
+ Ask ye, Boeotian shades, the reason why?
+ 'Tis to the worship of the solemn Horn,
+ Grasped in the holy hand of Mystery,
+ In whose dread name both men and maids are sworn,
+And consecrate the oath with draught and dance till morn.
+
+
+ All have their fooleries; not alike are thine,
+ Fair Cadiz, rising o'er the dark blue sea!
+ Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine,
+ Thy saint adorers count the rosary:
+ Much is the Virgin teased to shrive them free
+ (Well do I ween the only virgin there)
+ From crimes as numerous as her beadsmen be;
+ Then to the crowded circus forth they fare:
+Young, old, high, low, at once the same diversion share.
+
+
+ The lists are oped, the spacious area cleared,
+ Thousands on thousands piled are seated round;
+ Long ere the first loud trumpet's note is heard,
+ No vacant space for lated wight is found:
+ Here dons, grandees, but chiefly dames abound,
+ Skilled in the ogle of a roguish eye,
+ Yet ever well inclined to heal the wound;
+ None through their cold disdain are doomed to die,
+As moon-struck bards complain, by Love's sad archery.
+
+
+ Hushed is the din of tongues---on gallant steeds,
+ With milk-white crest, gold spur, and light-poised lance,
+ Four cavaliers prepare for venturous deeds,
+ And lowly bending to the lists advance;
+ Rich are their scarfs, their chargers featly prance:
+ If in the dangerous game they shine to-day,
+ The crowd's loud shout, and ladies' lovely glance,
+ Best prize of better acts, they bear away,
+And all that kings or chiefs e'er gain their toils repay.
+
+
+ In costly sheen and gaudy cloak arrayed,
+ But all afoot, the light-limbed matadore
+ Stands in the centre, eager to invade
+ The lord of lowing herds; but not before
+ The ground, with cautious tread, is traversed o'er,
+ Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed:
+ His arms a dart, he fights aloof, nor more
+ Can man achieve without the friendly steed\textemdash
+Alas! too oft condemned for him to bear and bleed.
+
+
+ Thrice sounds the clarion; lo! the signal falls,
+ The den expands, and expectation mute
+ Gapes round the silent circle's peopled walls.
+ Bounds with one lashing spring the mighty brute,
+ And wildly staring, spurns, with sounding foot,
+ The sand, nor blindly rushes on his foe:
+ Here, there, he points his threatening front, to suit
+ His first attack, wide waving to and fro
+His angry tail; red rolls his eye's dilated glow.
+
+
+ Sudden he stops; his eye is fixed: away,
+ Away, thou heedless boy! prepare the spear;
+ Now is thy time to perish, or display
+ The skill that yet may check his mad career.
+ With well-timed croupe the nimble coursers veer;
+ On foams the bull, but not unscathed he goes;
+ Streams from his flank the crimson torrent clear:
+ He flies, he wheels, distracted with his throes:
+Dart follows dart; lance, lance; loud bellowings speak his woes.
+
+
+ Again he comes; nor dart nor lance avail,
+ Nor the wild plunging of the tortured horse;
+ Though man and man's avenging arms assail,
+ Vain are his weapons, vainer is his force.
+ One gallant steed is stretched a mangled corse;
+ Another, hideous sight! unseamed appears,
+ His gory chest unveils life's panting source;
+ Though death-struck, still his feeble frame he rears;
+Staggering, but stemming all, his lord unharmed he bears.
+
+
+ Foiled, bleeding, breathless, furious to the last,
+ Full in the centre stands the bull at bay,
+ Mid wounds, and clinging darts, and lances brast,
+ And foes disabled in the brutal fray:
+ And now the matadores around him play,
+ Shake the red cloak, and poise the ready brand:
+ Once more through all he bursts his thundering way\textemdash
+ Vain rage! the mantle quits the conynge hand,
+Wraps his fierce eye---'tis past---he sinks upon the sand.
+
+
+ Where his vast neck just mingles with the spine,
+ Sheathed in his form the deadly weapon lies.
+ He stops---he starts---disdaining to decline:
+ Slowly he falls, amidst triumphant cries,
+ Without a groan, without a struggle dies.
+ The decorated car appears on high:
+ The corse is piled---sweet sight for vulgar eyes;
+ Four steeds that spurn the rein, as swift as shy,
+Hurl the dark bull along, scarce seen in dashing by.
+
+
+ Such the ungentle sport that oft invites
+ The Spanish maid, and cheers the Spanish swain:
+ Nurtured in blood betimes, his heart delights
+ In vengeance, gloating on another's pain.
+ What private feuds the troubled village stain!
+ Though now one phalanxed host should meet the foe,
+ Enough, alas, in humble homes remain,
+ To meditate 'gainst friends the secret blow,
+For some slight cause of wrath, whence life's warm stream must flow.
+
+
+ But Jealousy has fled: his bars, his bolts,
+ His withered sentinel, duenna sage!
+ And all whereat the generous soul revolts,
+ Which the stern dotard deemed he could encage,
+ Have passed to darkness with the vanished age.
+ Who late so free as Spanish girls were seen
+ (Ere War uprose in his volcanic rage),
+ With braided tresses bounding o'er the green,
+While on the gay dance shone Night's lover-loving Queen?
+
+
+ Oh! many a time and oft had Harold loved,
+ Or dreamed he loved, since rapture is a dream;
+ But now his wayward bosom was unmoved,
+ For not yet had he drunk of Lethe's stream:
+ And lately had he learned with truth to deem
+ Love has no gift so grateful as his wings:
+ How fair, how young, how soft soe'er he seem,
+ Full from the fount of joy's delicious springs
+Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.
+
+
+ Yet to the beauteous form he was not blind,
+ Though now it moved him as it moves the wise;
+ Not that Philosophy on such a mind
+ E'er deigned to bend her chastely-awful eyes:
+ But Passion raves itself to rest, or flies;
+ And Vice, that digs her own voluptuous tomb,
+ Had buried long his hopes, no more to rise:
+ Pleasure's palled victim! life-abhorring gloom
+Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's unresting doom.
+
+
+ Still he beheld, nor mingled with the throng;
+ But viewed them not with misanthropic hate;
+ Fain would he now have joined the dance, the song,
+ But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate?
+ Nought that he saw his sadness could abate:
+ Yet once he struggled 'gainst the demon's sway,
+ And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate,
+ Poured forth this unpremeditated lay,
+To charms as fair as those that soothed his happier day.
+
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+Nay, smile not at my sullen brow,
+ Alas! I cannot smile again:
+Yet Heaven avert that ever thou
+ Shouldst weep, and haply weep in vain.
+
+And dost thou ask what secret woe
+ I bear, corroding joy and youth?
+And wilt thou vainly seek to know
+ A pang even thou must fail to soothe?
+
+It is not love, it is not hate,
+ Nor low Ambition's honours lost,
+That bids me loathe my present state,
+ And fly from all I prized the most:
+
+It is that weariness which springs
+ From all I meet, or hear, or see:
+To me no pleasure Beauty brings;
+ Thine eyes have scarce a charm for me.
+
+It is that settled, ceaseless gloom
+ The fabled Hebrew wanderer bore,
+That will not look beyond the tomb,
+ But cannot hope for rest before.
+
+What exile from himself can flee?
+ To zones, though more and more remote,
+Still, still pursues, where'er I be,
+ The blight of life---the demon Thought.
+
+Yet others rapt in pleasure seem,
+ And taste of all that I forsake:
+Oh! may they still of transport dream,
+ And ne'er, at least like me, awake!
+
+Through many a clime 'tis mine to go,
+ With many a retrospection curst;
+And all my solace is to know,
+ Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.
+
+What is that worst? Nay, do not ask\textemdash
+ In pity from the search forbear:
+Smile on---nor venture to unmask
+ Man's heart, and view the hell that's there.
+
+}
+
+ Adieu, fair Cadiz! yea, a long adieu!
+ Who may forget how well thy walls have stood?
+ When all were changing, thou alone wert true,
+ First to be free, and last to be subdued.
+ And if amidst a scene, a shock so rude,
+ Some native blood was seen thy streets to dye,
+ A traitor only fell beneath the feud:
+ Here all were noble, save nobility;
+None hugged a conqueror's chain save fallen Chivalry!
+
+
+ Such be the sons of Spain, and strange her fate!
+ They fight for freedom, who were never free;
+ A kingless people for a nerveless state,
+ Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee,
+ True to the veriest slaves of Treachery;
+ Fond of a land which gave them nought but life,
+ Pride points the path that leads to liberty;
+ Back to the struggle, baffled in the strife,
+War, war is still the cry, `War even to the knife!'
+
+
+ Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know,
+ Go, read whate'er is writ of bloodiest strife:
+ Whate'er keen Vengeance urged on foreign foe
+ Can act, is acting there against man's life:
+ From flashing scimitar to secret knife,
+ War mouldeth there each weapon to his need\textemdash
+ So may he guard the sister and the wife,
+ So may he make each curst oppressor bleed,
+So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed!
+
+
+ Flows there a tear of pity for the dead?
+ Look o'er the ravage of the reeking plain:
+ Look on the hands with female slaughter red;
+ Then to the dogs resign the unburied slain,
+ Then to the vulture let each corse remain;
+ Albeit unworthy of the prey-bird's maw,
+ Let their bleached bones, and blood's unbleaching stain,
+ Long mark the battle-field with hideous awe:
+Thus only may our sons conceive the scenes we saw!
+
+
+ Nor yet, alas, the dreadful work is done;
+ Fresh legions pour adown the Pyrenees:
+ It deepens still, the work is scarce begun,
+ Nor mortal eye the distant end foresees.
+ Fall'n nations gaze on Spain: if freed, she frees
+ More than her fell Pizarros once enchained.
+ Strange retribution! now Columbia's ease
+ Repairs the wrongs that Quito's sons sustained,
+While o'er the parent clime prowls Murder unrestrained.
+
+
+ Not all the blood at Talavera shed,
+ Not all the marvels of Barossa's fight,
+ Not Albuera lavish of the dead,
+ Have won for Spain her well-asserted right.
+ When shall her Olive-Branch be free from blight?
+ When shall she breathe her from the blushing toil?
+ How many a doubtful day shall sink in night,
+ Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil,
+And Freedom's stranger-tree grow native of the soil?
+
+
+ And thou, my friend! since unavailing woe
+ Bursts from my heart, and mingles with the strain\textemdash
+ Had the sword laid thee with the mighty low,
+ Pride might forbid e'en Friendship to complain:
+ But thus unlaurelled to descend in vain,
+ By all forgotten, save the lonely breast,
+ And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain,
+ While glory crowns so many a meaner crest!
+What hadst thou done, to sink so peacefully to rest?
+
+
+ Oh, known the earliest, and esteemed the most!
+ Dear to a heart where nought was left so dear!
+ Though to my hopeless days for ever lost,
+ In dreams deny me not to see thee here!
+ And Morn in secret shall renew the tear
+ Of Consciousness awaking to her woes,
+ And Fancy hover o'er thy bloodless bier,
+ Till my frail frame return to whence it rose,
+And mourned and mourner lie united in repose.
+
+
+ Here is one fytte of Harold's pilgrimage.
+ Ye who of him may further seek to know,
+ Shall find some tidings in a future page,
+ If he that rhymeth now may scribble moe.
+ Is this too much? Stern critic, say not so:
+ Patience! and ye shall hear what he beheld
+ In other lands, where he was doomed to go:
+ Lands that contain the monuments of eld,
+Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were quelled.
+
+
+\canto
+
+
+ Come, blue-eyed maid of heaven!---but thou, alas,
+ Didst never yet one mortal song inspire\textemdash
+ Goddess of Wisdom! here thy temple was,
+ And is, despite of war and wasting fire,
+ And years, that bade thy worship to expire:
+ But worse than steel, and flame, and ages slow,
+ Is the drear sceptre and dominion dire
+ Of men who never felt the sacred glow
+That thoughts of thee and thine on polished breasts bestow.
+
+
+ Ancient of days! august Athena! where,
+ Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul?
+ Gone---glimmering through the dream of things that were:
+ First in the race that led to Glory's goal,
+ They won, and passed away---is this the whole?
+ A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
+ The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole
+ Are sought in vain, and o'er each mouldering tower,
+Dim with the mist of years, grey flits the shade of power.
+
+
+ Son of the morning, rise! approach you here!
+ Come---but molest not yon defenceless urn!
+ Look on this spot---a nation's sepulchre!
+ Abode of gods, whose shrines no longer burn.
+ E'en gods must yield---religions take their turn:
+ 'Twas Jove's---'tis Mahomet's; and other creeds
+ Will rise with other years, till man shall learn
+ Vainly his incense soars, his victim bleeds;
+Poor child of Doubt and Death, whose hope is built on reeds.
+
+
+ Bound to the earth, he lifts his eyes to heaven\textemdash
+ Is't not enough, unhappy thing, to know
+ Thou art? Is this a boon so kindly given,
+ That being, thou wouldst be again, and go,
+ Thou know'st not, reck'st not to what region, so
+ On earth no more, but mingled with the skies!
+ Still wilt thou dream on future joy and woe?
+ Regard and weigh yon dust before it flies:
+That little urn saith more than thousand homilies.
+
+
+ Or burst the vanished hero's lofty mound;
+ Far on the solitary shore he sleeps;
+ He fell, and falling nations mourned around;
+ But now not one of saddening thousands weeps,
+ Nor warlike worshipper his vigil keeps
+ Where demi-gods appeared, as records tell
+ Remove yon skull from out the scattered heaps:
+ Is that a temple where a God may dwell?
+Why, e'en the worm at last disdains her shattered cell!
+
+
+ Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall,
+ Its chambers desolate, and portals foul:
+ Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall,
+ The dome of Thought, the Palace of the South
+ Behold through each lack-lustre, eyeless hole,
+ The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit,
+ And Passion's host, that never brooked control:
+ Can all saint, sage, or sophist ever writ,
+People this lonely tower, this tenement refit?
+
+
+ Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son!
+ `All that we know is, nothing can be known.'
+ Why should we shrink from what we cannot shun?
+ Each hath its pang, but feeble sufferers groan
+ With brain-born dreams of evil all their own.
+ Pursue what chance or fate proclaimeth best;
+ Peace waits us on the shores of Acheron:
+ There no forced banquet claims the sated guest,
+But Silence spreads the couch of ever welcome rest.
+
+
+ Yet if, as holiest men have deemed, there be
+ A land of souls beyond that sable shore,
+ To shame the doctrine of the Sadducee
+ And sophists, madly vain of dubious lore;
+ How sweet it were in concert to adore
+ With those who made our mortal labours light!
+ To hear each voice we feared to hear no more!
+ Behold each mighty shade revealed to sight,
+The Bactrian, Samian sage, and all who taught the right!
+
+
+ There, thou!---whose love and life together fled,
+ Have left me here to love and live in vain\textemdash
+ Twined with my heart, and can I deem thee dead,
+ When busy memory flashes on my brain?
+ Well---I will dream that we may meet again,
+ And woo the vision to my vacant breast:
+ If aught of young Remembrance then remain,
+ Be as it may Futurity's behest,
+For me 'twere bliss enough to know thy spirit blest!
+
+
+ Here let me sit upon this mossy stone,
+ The marble column's yet unshaken base!
+ Here, son of Saturn, was thy favourite throne!
+ Mightiest of many such! Hence let me trace
+ The latent grandeur of thy dwelling-place.
+ It may not be: nor even can Fancy's eye
+ Restore what time hath laboured to deface.
+ Yet these proud pillars claim no passing sigh;
+Unmoved the Moslem sits, the light Greek carols by.
+
+
+ But who, of all the plunderers of yon fane
+ On high, where Pallas lingered, loth to flee
+ The latest relic of her ancient reign\textemdash
+ The last, the worst, dull spoiler, who was he?
+ Blush, Caledonia! such thy son could be!
+ England! I joy no child he was of thine:
+ Thy free-born men should spare what once was free;
+ Yet they could violate each saddening shrine,
+And bear these altars o'er the long reluctant brine.
+
+
+ But most the modern Pict's ignoble boast,
+ To rive what Goth, and Turk, and Time hath spared:
+ Cold as the crags upon his native coast,
+ His mind as barren and his heart as hard,
+ Is he whose head conceived, whose hand prepared,
+ Aught to displace Athena's poor remains:
+ Her sons too weak the sacred shrine to guard,
+ Yet felt some portion of their mother's pains,
+And never knew, till then, the weight of Despot's chains.
+
+
+ What! shall it e'er be said by British tongue
+ Albion was happy in Athena's tears?
+ Though in thy name the slaves her bosom wrung,
+ Tell not the deed to blushing Europe's ears;
+ The ocean queen, the free Britannia, bears
+ The last poor plunder from a bleeding land:
+ Yes, she, whose generous aid her name endears,
+ Tore down those remnants with a harpy's hand.
+Which envious eld forbore, and tyrants left to stand.
+
+
+ Where was thine aegis, Pallas, that appalled
+ Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way?
+ Where Peleus' son? whom Hell in vain enthralled,
+ His shade from Hades upon that dread day
+ Bursting to light in terrible array!
+ What! could not Pluto spare the chief once more,
+ To scare a second robber from his prey?
+ Idly he wandered on the Stygian shore,
+Nor now preserved the walls he loved to shield before.
+
+
+ Cold is the heart, fair Greece, that looks on thee,
+ Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved;
+ Dull is the eye that will not weep to see
+ Thy walls defaced, thy mouldering shrines removed
+ By British hands, which it had best behoved
+ To guard those relics ne'er to be restored.
+ Curst be the hour when from their isle they roved,
+ And once again thy hapless bosom gored,
+And snatched thy shrinking gods to northern climes abhorred!
+
+
+ But where is Harold? shall I then forget
+ To urge the gloomy wanderer o'er the wave?
+ Little recked he of all that men regret;
+ No loved one now in feigned lament could rave;
+ No friend the parting hand extended gave,
+ Ere the cold stranger passed to other climes.
+ Hard is his heart whom charms may not enslave;
+ But Harold felt not as in other times,
+And left without a sigh the land of war and crimes.
+
+
+ He that has sailed upon the dark blue sea,
+ Has viewed at times, I ween, a full fair sight;
+ When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be,
+ The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight,
+ Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right,
+ The glorious main expanding o'er the bow,
+ The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight,
+ The dullest sailer wearing bravely now,
+So gaily curl the waves before each dashing prow.
+
+
+ And oh, the little warlike world within!
+ The well-reeved guns, the netted canopy,
+ The hoarse command, the busy humming din,
+ When, at a word, the tops are manned on high:
+ Hark to the boatswain's call, the cheering cry,
+ While through the seaman's hand the tackle glides
+ Or schoolboy midshipman that, standing by,
+ Strains his shrill pipe, as good or ill betides,
+And well the docile crew that skilful urchin guides.
+
+
+ White is the glassy deck, without a stain,
+ Where on the watch the staid lieutenant walks:
+ Look on that part which sacred doth remain
+ For the lone chieftain, who majestic stalks,
+ Silent and feared by all: not oft he talks
+ With aught beneath him, if he would preserve
+ That strict restraint, which broken, ever baulks
+ Conquest and Fame: but Britons rarely swerve
+From law, however stern, which tends their strength to nerve.
+
+
+ Blow, swiftly blow, thou keel-compelling gale,
+ Till the broad sun withdraws his lessening ray;
+ Then must the pennant-bearer slacken sail,
+ That lagging barks may make their lazy way.
+ Ah! grievance sore, and listless dull delay,
+ To waste on sluggish hulks the sweetest breeze!
+ What leagues are lost before the dawn of day,
+ Thus loitering pensive on the willing seas,
+The flapping sails hauled down to halt for logs like these!
+
+
+ The moon is up; by Heaven, a lovely eve!
+ Long streams of light o'er dancing waves expand!
+ Now lads on shore may sigh, and maids believe:
+ Such be our fate when we return to land!
+ Meantime some rude Arion's restless hand
+ Wakes the brisk harmony that sailors love:
+ A circle there of merry listeners stand,
+ Or to some well-known measure featly move,
+Thoughtless, as if on shore they still were free to rove.
+
+
+ Through Calpe's straits survey the steepy shore;
+ Europe and Afric, on each other gaze!
+ Lands of the dark-eyed maid and dusky Moor,
+ Alike beheld beneath pale Hecate's blaze:
+ How softly on the Spanish shore she plays,
+ Disclosing rock, and slope, and forest brown,
+ Distinct, though darkening with her waning phase:
+ But Mauritania's giant-shadows frown,
+From mountain-cliff to coast descending sombre down.
+
+
+ 'Tis night, when Meditation bids us feel
+ We once have loved, though love is at an end:
+ The heart, lone mourner of its baffled zeal,
+ Though friendless now, will dream it had a friend.
+ Who with the weight of years would wish to bend,
+ When Youth itself survives young Love and Joy?
+ Alas! when mingling souls forget to blend,
+ Death hath but little left him to destroy!
+Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
+
+
+ Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side,
+ To gaze on Dian's wave-reflected sphere,
+ The soul forgets her schemes of Hope and Pride,
+ And flies unconscious o'er each backward year.
+ None are so desolate but something dear,
+ Dearer than self, possesses or possessed
+ A thought, and claims the homage of a tear;
+ A flashing pang! of which the weary breast
+Would still, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest.
+
+
+ To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
+ To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
+ Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
+ And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;
+ To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
+ With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
+ Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean:
+ This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold
+Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
+
+
+ But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
+ To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
+ And roam along, the world's tired denizen,
+ With none who bless us, none whom we can bless;
+ Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!
+ None that, with kindred consciousness endued,
+ If we were not, would seem to smile the less
+ Of all that flattered, followed, sought, and sued:
+This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
+
+
+ More blest the life of godly eremite,
+ Such as on lonely Athos may be seen,
+ Watching at eve upon the giant height,
+ Which looks o'er waves so blue, skies so serene,
+ That he who there at such an hour hath been,
+ Will wistful linger on that hallowed spot;
+ Then slowly tear him from the witching scene,
+ Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot,
+Then turn to hate a world he had almost forgot.
+
+
+ Pass we the long, unvarying course, the track
+ Oft trod, that never leaves a trace behind;
+ Pass we the calm, the gale, the change, the tack,
+ And each well-known caprice of wave and wind;
+ Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find,
+ Cooped in their winged sea-girt citadel;
+ The foul, the fair, the contrary, the kind,
+ As breezes rise and fall, and billows swell,
+Till on some jocund morn---lo, land! and all is well.
+
+ But not in silence pass Calypso's isles,
+ The sister tenants of the middle deep;
+ There for the weary still a haven smiles,
+ Though the fair goddess long has ceased to weep,
+ And o'er her cliffs a fruitless watch to keep
+ For him who dared prefer a mortal bride:
+ Here, too, his boy essayed the dreadful leap
+ Stern Mentor urged from high to yonder tide;
+While thus of both bereft, the nymph-queen doubly sighed.
+
+
+ Her reign is past, her gentle glories gone:
+ But trust not this; too easy youth, beware!
+ A mortal sovereign holds her dangerous throne,
+ And thou mayst find a new Calypso there.
+ Sweet Florence! could another ever share
+ This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine:
+ But checked by every tie, I may not dare
+ To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine,
+Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine.
+
+
+ Thus Harold deemed, as on that lady's eye
+ He looked, and met its beam without a thought,
+ Save Admiration glancing harmless by:
+ Love kept aloof, albeit not far remote,
+ Who knew his votary often lost and caught,
+ But knew him as his worshipper no more,
+ And ne'er again the boy his bosom sought:
+ Since now he vainly urged him to adore,
+Well deemed the little god his ancient sway was o'er.
+
+
+ Fair Florence found, in sooth with some amaze,
+ One who, 'twas said, still sighed to all he saw,
+ Withstand, unmoved, the lustre of her gaze,
+ Which others hailed with real or mimic awe,
+ Their hope, their doom, their punishment, their law:
+ All that gay Beauty from her bondsmen claims:
+ And much she marvelled that a youth so raw
+ Nor felt, nor feigned at least, the oft-told flames,
+Which, though sometimes they frown, yet rarely anger dames.
+
+
+ Little knew she that seeming marble heart,
+ Now masked by silence or withheld by pride,
+ Was not unskilful in the spoiler's art,
+ And spread its snares licentious far and wide;
+ Nor from the base pursuit had turned aside,
+ As long as aught was worthy to pursue:
+ But Harold on such arts no more relied;
+ And had he doted on those eyes so blue,
+Yet never would he join the lover's whining crew.
+
+
+ Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast,
+ Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs;
+ What careth she for hearts when once possessed?
+ Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes,
+ But not too humbly, or she will despise
+ Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes;
+ Disguise e'en tenderness, if thou art wise;
+ Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes;
+Pique her and soothe in turn, soon Passion crowns thy hopes.
+
+
+ 'Tis an old lesson: Time approves it true,
+ And those who know it best deplore it most;
+ When all is won that all desire to woo,
+ The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost:
+ Youth wasted, minds degraded, honour lost,
+ These are thy fruits, successful Passion! these!
+ If, kindly cruel, early hope is crossed,
+ Still to the last it rankles, a disease,
+Not to be cured when Love itself forgets to please.
+
+
+ Away! nor let me loiter in my song,
+ For we have many a mountain path to tread,
+ And many a varied shore to sail along,
+ By pensive Sadness, not by Fiction, led\textemdash
+ Climes, fair withal as ever mortal head
+ Imagined in its little schemes of thought;
+ Or e'er in new Utopias were read:
+ To teach man what he might be, or he ought;
+If that corrupted thing could ever such be taught.
+
+
+ Dear Nature is the kindest mother still;
+ Though always changing, in her aspect mild:
+ From her bare bosom let me take my fill,
+ Her never-weaned, though not her favoured child.
+ Oh! she is fairest in her features wild,
+ Where nothing polished dares pollute her path:
+ To me by day or night she ever smiled,
+ Though I have marked her when none other hath,
+And sought her more and more, and loved her best in wrath.
+
+
+ Land of Albania! where Iskander rose;
+ Theme of the young, and beacon of the wise,
+ And he his namesake, whose oft-baffled foes,
+ Shrunk from his deeds of chivalrous emprise:
+ Land of Albania! let me bend mine eyes
+ On thee, thou rugged nurse of savage men!
+ The cross descends, thy minarets arise,
+ And the pale crescent sparkles in the glen,
+Through many a cypress grove within each city's ken.
+
+
+ Childe Harold sailed, and passed the barren spot
+ Where sad Penelope o'erlooked the wave;
+ And onward viewed the mount, not yet forgot,
+ The lover's refuge, and the Lesbian's grave.
+ Dark Sappho! could not verse immortal save
+ That breast imbued with such immortal fire?
+ Could she not live who life eternal gave?
+ If life eternal may await the lyre,
+That only Heaven to which Earth's children may aspire.
+
+
+ 'Twas on a Grecian autumn's gentle eve,
+ Childe Harold hailed Leucadia's cape afar;
+ A spot he longed to see, nor cared to leave:
+ Oft did he mark the scenes of vanished war,
+ Actium, Lepanto, fatal Trafalgar:
+ Mark them unmoved, for he would not delight
+ (Born beneath some remote inglorious star)
+ In themes of bloody fray, or gallant fight,
+But loathed the bravo's trade, and laughed at martial wight.
+
+
+ But when he saw the evening star above
+ Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,
+ And hailed the last resort of fruitless love,
+ He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow:
+ And as the stately vessel glided slow
+ Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,
+ He watched the billows' melancholy flow,
+ And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
+More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.
+
+
+ Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania's hills,
+ Dark Suli's rocks, and Pindus' inland peak,
+ Robed half in mist, bedewed with snowy rills,
+ Arrayed in many a dun and purple streak,
+ Arise; and, as the clouds along them break,
+ Disclose the dwelling of the mountaineer;
+ Here roams the wolf, the eagle whets his beak,
+ Birds, beasts of prey, and wilder men appear,
+And gathering storms around convulse the closing year.
+
+
+ Now Harold felt himself at length alone,
+ And bade to Christian tongues a long adieu:
+ Now he adventured on a shore unknown,
+ Which all admire, but many dread to view:
+ His breast was armed 'gainst fate, his wants were few:
+ Peril he sought not, but ne'er shrank to meet:
+ The scene was savage, but the scene was new;
+ This made the ceaseless toil of travel sweet,
+Beat back keen winter's blast; and welcomed summer's heat.
+
+
+ Here the red cross, for still the cross is here,
+ Though sadly scoffed at by the circumcised,
+ Forgets that pride to pampered priesthood dear;
+ Churchman and votary alike despised.
+ Foul Superstition! howsoe'er disguised,
+ Idol, saint, virgin, prophet, crescent, cross,
+ For whatsoever symbol thou art prized,
+ Thou sacerdotal gain, but general loss!
+Who from true worship's gold can separate thy dross.
+
+
+ Ambracia's gulf behold, where once was lost
+ A world for woman, lovely, harmless thing!
+ In yonder rippling bay, their naval host
+ Did many a Roman chief and Asian king
+ To doubtful conflict, certain slaughter, bring
+ Look where the second Caesar's trophies rose,
+ Now, like the hands that reared them, withering;
+ Imperial anarchs, doubling human woes!
+God! was thy globe ordained for such to win and lose?
+
+
+ From the dark barriers of that rugged clime,
+ E'en to the centre of Illyria's vales,
+ Childe Harold passed o'er many a mount sublime,
+ Through lands scarce noticed in historic tales:
+ Yet in famed Attica such lovely dales
+ Are rarely seen; nor can fair Tempe boast
+ A charm they know not; loved Parnassus fails,
+ Though classic ground, and consecrated most,
+To match some spots that lurk within this lowering coast.
+
+
+ He passed bleak Pindus, Acherusia's lake,
+ And left the primal city of the land,
+ And onwards did his further journey take
+ To greet Albania's chief, whose dread command
+ Is lawless law; for with a bloody hand
+ He sways a nation, turbulent and bold:
+ Yet here and there some daring mountain-band
+ Disdain his power, and from their rocky hold
+Hurl their defiance far, nor yield, unless to gold.
+
+
+ Monastic Zitza! from thy shady brow,
+ Thou small, but favoured spot of holy ground!
+ Where'er we gaze, around, above, below,
+ What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found!
+ Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound,
+ And bluest skies that harmonise the whole:
+ Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound
+ Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll
+Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
+
+ Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill,
+ Which, were it not for many a mountain nigh
+ Rising in lofty ranks, and loftier still,
+ Might well itself be deemed of dignity,
+ The convent's white walls glisten fair on high;
+ Here dwells the caloyer, nor rude is he,
+ Nor niggard of his cheer: the passer-by
+ Is welcome still; nor heedless will he flee
+From hence, if he delight kind Nature's sheen to see.
+
+
+ Here in the sultriest season let him rest,
+ Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees;
+ Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast,
+ From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze:
+ The plain is far beneath---oh! let him seize
+ Pure pleasure while he can; the scorching ray
+ Here pierceth not, impregnate with disease:
+ Then let his length the loitering pilgrim lay,
+And gaze, untired, the morn, the noon, the eve away.
+
+
+ Dusky and huge, enlarging on the sight,
+ Nature's volcanic amphitheatre,
+ Chimera's alps extend from left to right:
+ Beneath, a living valley seems to stir;
+ Flocks play, trees wave, streams flow, the mountain fir
+ Nodding above; behold black Acheron!
+ Once consecrated to the sepulchre.
+ Pluto! if this be hell I look upon,
+Close shamed Elysium's gates, my shade shall seek for none.
+
+
+ No city's towers pollute the lovely view;
+ Unseen is Yanina, though not remote,
+ Veiled by the screen of hills: here men are few,
+ Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot;
+ But, peering down each precipice, the goat
+ Browseth: and, pensive o'er his scattered flock,
+ The little shepherd in his white capote
+ Doth lean his boyish form along the rock,
+Or in his cave awaits the tempest's short-lived shock.
+
+
+ Oh! where, Dodona, is thine aged grove,
+ Prophetic fount, and oracle divine?
+ What valley echoed the response of Jove?
+ What trace remaineth of the Thunderer's shrine?
+ All, all forgotten---and shall man repine
+ That his frail bonds to fleeting life are broke?
+ Cease, fool! the fate of gods may well be thine:
+ Wouldst thou survive the marble or the oak,
+When nations, tongues, and worlds must sink beneath the stroke?
+
+
+ Epirus' bounds recede, and mountains fail;
+ Tired of up-gazing still, the wearied eye
+ Reposes gladly on as smooth a vale
+ As ever Spring yclad in grassy dye:
+ E'en on a plain no humble beauties lie,
+ Where some bold river breaks the long expanse,
+ And woods along the banks are waving high,
+ Whose shadows in the glassy waters dance,
+Or with the moonbeam sleep in Midnight's solemn trance.
+
+
+ The sun had sunk behind vast Tomerit,
+ The Laos wide and fierce came roaring by;
+ The shades of wonted night were gathering yet,
+ When, down the steep banks winding wearily
+ Childe Harold saw, like meteors in the sky,
+ The glittering minarets of Tepalen,
+ Whose walls o'erlook the stream; and drawing nigh,
+ He heard the busy hum of warrior-men
+Swelling the breeze that sighed along the lengthening glen.
+
+
+ He passed the sacred harem's silent tower,
+ And underneath the wide o'erarching gate
+ Surveyed the dwelling of this chief of power
+ Where all around proclaimed his high estate.
+ Amidst no common pomp the despot sate,
+ While busy preparation shook the court;
+ Slaves, eunuchs, soldiers, guests, and santons wait;
+ Within, a palace, and without a fort,
+Here men of every clime appear to make resort.
+
+
+ Richly caparisoned, a ready row
+ Of armed horse, and many a warlike store,
+ Circled the wide-extending court below;
+ Above, strange groups adorned the corridor;
+ And ofttimes through the area's echoing door,
+ Some high-capped Tartar spurred his steed away;
+ The Turk, the Greek, the Albanian, and the Moor,
+ Here mingled in their many-hued array,
+While the deep war-drum's sound announced the close of day.
+
+
+ The wild Albanian kirtled to his knee,
+ With shawl-girt head and ornamented gun,
+ And gold-embroidered garments, fair to see:
+ The crimson-scarfed men of Macedon;
+ The Delhi with his cap of terror on,
+ And crooked glaive; the lively, supple Greek;
+ And swarthy Nubia's mutilated son;
+ The bearded Turk, that rarely deigns to speak,
+Master of all around, too potent to be meek,
+
+
+ Are mixed conspicuous: some recline in groups,
+ Scanning the motley scene that varies round;
+ There some grave Moslem to devotion stoops,
+ And some that smoke, and some that play are found;
+ Here the Albanian proudly treads the ground;
+ Half-whispering there the Greek is heard to prate;
+ Hark! from the mosque the nightly solemn sound,
+ The muezzin's call doth shake the minaret,
+`There is no god but God!---to prayer---lo! God is great!'
+
+
+ Just at this season Ramazani's fast
+ Through the long day its penance did maintain.
+ But when the lingering twilight hour was past,
+ Revel and feast assumed the rule again:
+ Now all was bustle, and the menial train
+ Prepared and spread the plenteous board within;
+ The vacant gallery now seemed made in vain,
+ But from the chambers came the mingling din,
+As page and slave anon were passing out and in.
+
+
+ Here woman's voice is never heard: apart
+ And scarce permitted, guarded, veiled, to move,
+ She yields to one her person and her heart,
+ Tamed to her cage, nor feels a wish to rove;
+ For, not unhappy in her master's love,
+ And joyful in a mother's gentlest cares,
+ Blest cares! all other feelings far above!
+ Herself more sweetly rears the babe she bears,
+Who never quits the breast, no meaner passion shares.
+
+
+ In marble-paved pavilion, where a spring
+ Of living water from the centre rose,
+ Whose bubbling did a genial freshness fling,
+ And soft voluptuous couches breathed repose,
+ Ali reclined, a man of war and woes:
+ Yet in his lineaments ye cannot trace,
+ While Gentleness her milder radiance throws
+ Along that aged venerable face,
+The deeds that lurk beneath, and stain him with disgrace.
+
+
+ It is not that yon hoary lengthening beard
+ Ill suits the passions which belong to youth:
+ Love conquers age---so Hafiz hath averred,
+ So sings the Teian, and he sings in sooth\textemdash
+ But crimes that scorn the tender voice of ruth,
+ Beseeming all men ill, but most the man
+ In years, have marked him with a tiger's tooth:
+ Blood follows blood, and through their mortal span,
+In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began.
+
+
+ Mid many things most new to ear and eye,
+ The pilgrim rested here his weary feet,
+ And gazed around on Moslem luxury,
+ Till quickly wearied with that spacious seat
+ Of Wealth and Wantonness, the choice retreat
+ Of sated Grandeur from the city's noise:
+ And were it humbler, it in sooth were sweet;
+ But Peace abhorreth artificial joys,
+And Pleasure, leagued with Pomp, the zest of both destroys.
+
+
+ Fierce are Albania's children, yet they lack
+ Not virtues, were those virtues more mature.
+ Where is the foe that ever saw their back?
+ Who can so well the toil of war endure?
+ Their native fastnesses not more secure
+ Than they in doubtful time of troublous need:
+ Their wrath how deadly! but their friendship sure,
+ When Gratitude or Valour bids them bleed,
+Unshaken rushing on where'er their chief may lead.
+
+
+ Childe Harold saw them in their chieftain's tower,
+ Thronging to war in splendour and success;
+ And after viewed them, when, within their power,
+ Himself awhile the victim of distress;
+ That saddening hour when bad men hotlier press:
+ But these did shelter him beneath their roof,
+ When less barbarians would have cheered him less,
+ And fellow-countrymen have stood aloof\textemdash
+In aught that tries the heart how few withstand the proof!
+
+
+ It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark
+ Full on the coast of Suli's shaggy shore,
+ When all around was desolate and dark;
+ To land was perilous, to sojourn more;
+ Yet for awhile the mariners forbore,
+ Dubious to trust where treachery might lurk:
+ At length they ventured forth, though doubting sore
+ That those who loathe alike the Frank and Turk
+Might once again renew their ancient butcher-work.
+
+
+ Vain fear! the Suliotes stretched the welcome hand,
+ Led them o'er rocks and past the dangerous swamp,
+ Kinder than polished slaves, though not so bland,
+ And piled the hearth, and wrung their garments damp,
+ And filled the bowl, and trimmed the cheerful lamp,
+ And spread their fare: though homely, all they had:
+ Such conduct bears Philanthropy's rare stamp\textemdash
+ To rest the weary and to soothe the sad,
+Doth lesson happier men, and shames at least the bad.
+
+
+ It came to pass, that when he did address
+ Himself to quit at length this mountain land,
+ Combined marauders half-way barred egress,
+ And wasted far and near with glaive and brand;
+ And therefore did he take a trusty band
+ To traverse Acarnania forest wide,
+ In war well-seasoned, and with labours tanned,
+ Till he did greet white Achelous' tide,
+And from his farther bank AEtolia's wolds espied.
+
+
+ Where lone Utraikey forms its circling cove,
+ And weary waves retire to gleam at rest,
+ How brown the foliage of the green hill's grove,
+ Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bay's breast,
+ As winds come whispering lightly from the west,
+ Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene:
+ Here Harold was received a welcome guest;
+ Nor did he pass unmoved the gentle scene,
+For many a joy could he from night's soft presence glean.
+
+
+ On the smooth shore the night-fires brightly blazed,
+ The feast was done, the red wine circling fast,
+ And he that unawares had there ygazed
+ With gaping wonderment had stared aghast;
+ For ere night's midmost, stillest hour was past,
+ The native revels of the troop began;
+ Each palikar his sabre from him cast,
+ And bounding hand in hand, man linked to man,
+Yelling their uncouth dirge, long danced the kirtled clan.
+
+
+ Childe Harold at a little distance stood,
+ And viewed, but not displeased, the revelrie,
+ Nor hated harmless mirth, however rude:
+ In sooth, it was no vulgar sight to see
+ Their barbarous, yet their not indecent, glee:
+ And as the flames along their faces gleamed,
+ Their gestures nimble, dark eyes flashing free,
+ The long wild locks that to their girdles streamed,
+While thus in concert they this lay half sang, half screamed:
+
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+Tambourgi! Tambourgi! thy larum afar
+Gives hope to the valiant, and promise of war;
+All the sons of the mountains arise at the note,
+Chimariot, Illyrian, and dark Suliote!
+
+Oh! who is more brave than a dark Suliote,
+To his snowy camese and his shaggy capote?
+To the wolf and the vulture he leaves his wild flock,
+And descends to the plain like the stream from the rock.
+
+Shall the sons of Chimari, who never forgive
+The fault of a friend, bid an enemy live?
+Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego?
+What mark is so fair as the breast of a foe?
+
+Macedonia sends forth her invincible race;
+For a time they abandon the cave and the chase:
+But those scarves of blood-red shall be redder, before
+The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er.
+
+Then the pirates of Parga that dwell by the waves,
+And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves,
+Shall leave on the beach the long galley and oar,
+And track to his covert the captive on shore.
+
+I ask not the pleasure that riches supply,
+My sabre shall win what the feeble must buy:
+Shall win the young bride with her long flowing hair,
+And many a maid from her mother shall tear.
+
+I love the fair face of the maid in her youth;
+Her caresses shall lull me, her music shall soothe:
+Let her bring from her chamber the many-toned lyre,
+And sing us a song on the fall of her sire.
+
+Remember the moment when Previsa fell,
+The shrieks of the conquered, the conqueror's yell;
+The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared,
+The wealthy we slaughtered, the lovely we spared.
+
+I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear;
+He neither must know who would serve the Vizier;
+Since the days of our prophet, the crescent ne'er saw
+A chief ever glorious like Ali Pasha.
+
+Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped,
+Let the yellow-haired Giaours view his horsetail with dread;
+When his Delhis come dashing in blood o'er the banks,
+How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks!
+
+Selictar! unsheath then our chief's scimitar:
+Tambourgi! thy larum gives promise of war.
+Ye mountains that see us descend to the shore,
+Shall view us as victors, or view us no more!
+}
+
+ Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
+ Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
+ Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth,
+ And long accustomed bondage uncreate?
+ Not such thy sons who whilome did await,
+ The hopeless warriors of a willing doom,
+ In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait\textemdash
+ Oh, who that gallant spirit shall resume,
+Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb?
+
+
+ Spirit of Freedom! when on Phyle's brow
+ Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train,
+ Couldst thou forbode the dismal hour which now
+ Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain?
+ Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain,
+ But every carle can lord it o'er thy land;
+ Nor rise thy sons, but idly rail in vain,
+ Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish hand,
+From birth till death enslaved; in word, in deed, unmanned.
+
+
+ In all save form alone, how changed! and who
+ That marks the fire still sparkling in each eye,
+ Who would but deem their bosom burned anew
+ With thy unquenched beam, lost Liberty!
+ And many dream withal the hour is nigh
+ That gives them back their fathers' heritage:
+ For foreign arms and aid they fondly sigh,
+ Nor solely dare encounter hostile rage,
+Or tear their name defiled from Slavery's mournful page.
+
+
+ Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not
+ Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
+ By their right arms the conquest must be wrought?
+ Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye? No!
+ True, they may lay your proud despoilers low,
+ But not for you will Freedom's altars flame.
+ Shades of the Helots! triumph o'er your foe:
+ Greece! change thy lords, thy state is still the same;
+Thy glorious day is o'er, but not thy years of shame.
+
+
+ The city won for Allah from the Giaour,
+ The Giaour from Othman's race again may wrest;
+ And the Serai's impenetrable tower
+ Receive the fiery Frank, her former guest;
+ Or Wahab's rebel brood, who dared divest
+ The Prophet's tomb of all its pious spoil,
+ May wind their path of blood along the West;
+ But ne'er will Freedom seek this fated soil,
+But slave succeed to slave through years of endless toil.
+
+ Yet mark their mirth---ere lenten days begin,
+ That penance which their holy rites prepare
+ To shrive from man his weight of mortal sin,
+ By daily abstinence and nightly prayer;
+ But ere his sackcloth garb Repentance wear,
+ Some days of joyaunce are decreed to all,
+ To take of pleasaunce each his secret share,
+ In motley robe to dance at masking ball,
+And join the mimic train of merry Carnival.
+
+ And whose more rife with merriment than thine,
+ O Stamboul! once the empress of their reign?
+ Though turbans now pollute Sophia's shrine
+ And Greece her very altars eyes in vain:
+ (Alas! her woes will still pervade my strain!)
+ Gay were her minstrels once, for free her throng,
+ All felt the common joy they now must feign;
+ Nor oft I've seen such sight, nor heard such song,
+As wooed the eye, and thrilled the Bosphorus along.
+
+
+ Loud was the lightsome tumult on the shore;
+ Oft Music changed, but never ceased her tone,
+ And timely echoed back the measured oar,
+ And rippling waters made a pleasant moan:
+ The Queen of tides on high consenting shone;
+ And when a transient breeze swept o'er the wave,
+ 'Twas as if, darting from her heavenly throne,
+ A brighter glance her form reflected gave,
+Till sparkling billows seemed to light the banks they lave.
+
+
+ Glanced many a light caique along the foam,
+ Danced on the shore the daughters of the land,
+ No thought had man or maid of rest or home,
+ While many a languid eye and thrilling hand
+ Exchanged the look few bosoms may withstand,
+ Or gently pressed, returned the pressure still:
+ Oh Love! young Love! bound in thy rosy band,
+ Let sage or cynic prattle as he will,
+These hours, and only these, redeemed Life's years of ill!
+
+
+ But, midst the throng in merry masquerade,
+ Lurk there no hearts that throb with secret pain,
+ E'en through the closest searment half-betrayed?
+ To such the gentle murmurs of the main
+ Seem to re-echo all they mourn in vain;
+ To such the gladness of the gamesome crowd
+ Is source of wayward thought and stern disdain:
+ How do they loathe the laughter idly loud,
+And long to change the robe of revel for the shroud!
+
+
+ This must he feel, the true-born son of Greece,
+ If Greece one true-born patriot can boast:
+ Not such as prate of war but skulk in peace,
+ The bondsman's peace, who sighs for all he lost,
+ Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost,
+ And wield the slavish sickle, not the sword:
+ Ah, Greece! they love thee least who owe thee most\textemdash
+ Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
+Of hero sires, who shame thy now degenerate horde!
+
+
+ When riseth Lacedaemon's hardihood,
+ When Thebes Epaminondas rears again,
+ When Athens' children are with hearts endued,
+ When Grecian mothers shall give birth to men,
+ Then mayst thou be restored; but not till then.
+ A thousand years scarce serve to form a state;
+ An hour may lay it in the dust: and when
+ Can man its shattered splendour renovate,
+Recall its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate?
+
+
+ And yet how lovely in thine age of woe,
+ Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou!
+ Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow,
+ Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now;
+ Thy fanes, thy temples to the surface bow,
+ Commingling slowly with heroic earth,
+ Broke by the share of every rustic plough:
+ So perish monuments of mortal birth,
+So perish all in turn, save well-recorded worth;
+
+
+ Save where some solitary column mourns
+ Above its prostrate brethren of the cave;
+ Save where Tritonia's airy shrine adorns
+ Colonna's cliff, and gleams along the wave;
+ Save o'er some warrior's half-forgotten grave,
+ Where the grey stones and unmolested grass
+ Ages, but not oblivion, feebly brave,
+ While strangers only not regardless pass,
+Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh `Alas!'
+
+
+ Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild:
+ Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields,
+ Thine olives ripe as when Minerva smiled,
+ And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields;
+ There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,
+ The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain air;
+ Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds,
+ Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare;
+Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but Nature still is fair.
+
+
+ Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground;
+ No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould,
+ But one vast realm of wonder spreads around,
+ And all the Muse's tales seem truly told,
+ Till the sense aches with gazing to behold
+ The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon:
+ Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold,
+ Defies the power which crushed thy temples gone:
+Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
+
+
+ The sun, the soil, but not the slave, the same;
+ Unchanged in all except its foreign lord\textemdash
+ Preserves alike its bounds and boundless fame;
+ The battle-field, where Persia's victim horde
+ First bowed beneath the brunt of Hellas' sword,
+ As on the morn to distant Glory dear,
+ When Marathon became a magic word;
+ Which uttered, to the hearer's eye appear
+The camp, the host, the fight, the conqueror's career.
+
+
+ The flying Mede, his shaftless broken bow;
+ The fiery Greek, his red pursuing spear;
+ Mountains above, Earth's, Ocean's plain below;
+ Death in the front, Destruction in the rear!
+ Such was the scene---what now remaineth here?
+ What sacred trophy marks the hallowed ground,
+ Recording Freedom's smile and Asia's tear?
+ The rifled urn, the violated mound,
+The dust thy courser's hoof, rude stranger! spurns around.
+
+
+ Yet to the remnants of thy splendour past
+ Shall pilgrims, pensive, but unwearied, throng:
+ Long shall the voyager, with th' Ionian blast,
+ Hail the bright clime of battle and of song;
+ Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue
+ Fill with thy fame the youth of many a shore:
+ Boast of the aged! lesson of the young!
+ Which sages venerate and bards adore,
+As Pallas and the Muse unveil their awful lore.
+
+
+ The parted bosom clings to wonted home,
+ If aught that's kindred cheer the welcome hearth;
+ He that is lonely, hither let him roam,
+ And gaze complacent on congenial earth.
+ Greece is no lightsome land of social mirth;
+ But he whom Sadness sootheth may abide,
+ And scarce regret the region of his birth,
+ When wandering slow by Delphi's sacred side,
+Or gazing o'er the plains where Greek and Persian died.
+
+
+ Let such approach this consecrated land,
+ And pass in peace along the magic waste:
+ But spare its relics---let no busy hand
+ Deface the scenes, already how defaced!
+ Not for such purpose were these altars placed.
+ Revere the remnants nations once revered;
+ So may our country's name be undisgraced,
+ So mayst thou prosper where thy youth was reared,
+By every honest joy of love and life endeared!
+
+
+ For thee, who thus in too protracted song
+ Hath soothed thine idlesse with inglorious lays,
+ Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng
+ Of louder minstrels in these later days:
+ To such resign the strife for fading bays\textemdash
+ Ill may such contest now the spirit move
+ Which heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise,
+ Since cold each kinder heart that might approve,
+And none are left to please where none are left to love.
+
+
+ Thou too art gone, thou loved and lovely one!
+ Whom youth and youth's affections bound to me;
+ Who did for me what none beside have done,
+ Nor shrank from one albeit unworthy thee.
+ What is my being? thou hast ceased to be!
+ Nor stayed to welcome here thy wanderer home,
+ Who mourns o'er hours which we no more shall see\textemdash
+ Would they had never been, or were to come!
+Would he had ne'er returned to find fresh cause to roam!
+
+
+ Oh! ever loving, lovely, and beloved!
+ How selfish Sorrow ponders on the past,
+ And clings to thoughts now better far removed!
+ But Time shall tear thy shadow from me last.
+ All thou couldst have of mine, stern Death, thou hast:
+ The parent, friend, and now the more than friend;
+ Ne'er yet for one thine arrows flew so fast,
+ And grief with grief continuing still to blend,
+Hath snatched the little joy that life had yet to lend.
+
+
+ Then must I plunge again into the crowd,
+ And follow all that Peace disdains to seek?
+ Where Revel calls, and Laughter, vainly loud,
+ False to the heart, distorts the hollow cheek,
+ To leave the flagging spirit doubly weak!
+ Still o'er the features, which perforce they cheer,
+ To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique;
+ Smiles form the channel of a future tear,
+Or raise the writhing lip with ill-dissembled sneer.
+
+
+ What is the worst of woes that wait on age?
+ What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?
+ To view each loved one blotted from life's page,
+ And be alone on earth, as I am now.
+ Before the Chastener humbly let me bow,
+ O'er hearts divided and o'er hopes destroyed:
+ Roll on, vain days! full reckless may ye flow,
+ Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoyed,
+And with the ills of eld mine earlier years alloyed.
+
+
+
+\canto
+
+
+ Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!
+ Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart?
+ When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled,
+ And then we parted,---not as now we part,
+ But with a hope. --- \\
+ Awaking with a start,
+ The waters heave around me; and on high
+ The winds lift up their voices: I depart,
+ Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by,
+When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
+
+
+ Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
+ And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
+ That knows his rider. Welcome to their roar!
+ Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead!
+ Though the strained mast should quiver as a reed,
+ And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale,
+ Still must I on; for I am as a weed,
+ Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail
+Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
+
+ In my youth's summer I did sing of One,
+ The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind;
+ Again I seize the theme, then but begun,
+ And bear it with me, as the rushing wind
+ Bears the cloud onwards: in that tale I find
+ The furrows of long thought, and dried-up tears,
+ Which, ebbing, leave a sterile track behind,
+ O'er which all heavily the journeying years
+Plod the last sands of life---where not a flower appears.
+
+ Since my young days of passion---joy, or pain,
+ Perchance my heart and harp have lost a string,
+ And both may jar: it may be, that in vain
+ I would essay as I have sung to sing.
+ Yet, though a dreary strain, to this I cling,
+ So that it wean me from the weary dream
+ Of selfish grief or gladness---so it fling
+ Forgetfulness around me---it shall seem
+To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme.
+
+
+ He who, grown aged in this world of woe,
+ In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,
+ So that no wonder waits him; nor below
+ Can love or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife,
+ Cut to his heart again with the keen knife
+ Of silent, sharp endurance: he can tell
+ Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife
+ With airy images, and shapes which dwell
+Still unimpaired, though old, in the soul's haunted cell,
+
+ 'Tis to create, and in creating live
+ A being more intense, that we endow
+ With form our fancy, gaining as we give
+ The life we image, even as I do now.
+ What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou,
+ Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth,
+ Invisible but gazing, as I glow
+ Mixed with thy spirit, blended with thy birth,
+And feeling still with thee in my crushed feelings' dearth.
+
+
+ Yet must I think less wildly: I \textit{have} thought
+ Too long and darkly, till my brain became,
+ In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought,
+ A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame:
+ And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame,
+ My springs of life were poisoned. 'Tis too late!
+ Yet am I changed; though still enough the same
+ In strength to bear what time cannot abate,
+And feed on bitter fruits without accusing fate.
+
+
+ Something too much of this: but now 'tis past,
+ And the spell closes with its silent sea
+ Long-absent Harold reappears at last;
+ He of the breast which fain no more would feel,
+ Wrung with the wounds which kill not, but ne'er heal;
+ Yet Time, who changes all, had altered him
+ In soul and aspect as in age: years steal
+ Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb;
+And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
+
+
+ His had been quaffed too quickly, and he found
+ The dregs were wormwood; but he filled again,
+ And from a purer fount, on holier ground,
+ And deemed its spring perpetual; but in vain!
+ Still round him clung invisibly a chain
+ Which galled for ever, fettering though unseen,
+ And heavy though it clanked not; worn with pain,
+ Which pined although it spoke not, and grew keen,
+Entering with every step he took through many a scene.
+
+
+ Secure in guarded coldness, he had mixed
+ Again in fancied safety with his kind,
+ And deemed his spirit now so firmly fixed
+ And sheathed with an invulnerable mind,
+ That, if no joy, no sorrow lurked behind;
+ And he, as one, might midst the many stand
+ Unheeded, searching through the crowd to find
+ Fit speculation; such as in strange land
+He found in wonder-works of God and Nature's hand.
+
+
+ But who can view the ripened rose, nor seek
+ To wear it? who can curiously behold
+ The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek,
+ Nor feel the heart can never all grow old?
+ Who can contemplate fame through clouds unfold
+ The star which rises o'er her steep, nor climb?
+ Harold, once more within the vortex rolled
+ On with the giddy circle, chasing Time,
+Yet with a nobler aim than in his youth's fond prime.
+
+
+ But soon he knew himself the most unfit
+ Of men to herd with Man; with whom he held
+ Little in common; untaught to submit
+ His thoughts to others, though his soul was quelled,
+ In youth by his own thoughts; still uncompelled,
+ He would not yield dominion of his mind
+ To spirits against whom his own rebelled;
+ Proud though in desolation; which could find
+A life within itself, to breathe without mankind.
+
+
+ Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends;
+ Where rolled the ocean, thereon was his home;
+ Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends,
+ He had the passion and the power to roam;
+ The desert, forest, cavern, breaker's foam,
+ Were unto him companionship; they spake
+ A mutual language, clearer than the tome
+ Of his land's tongue, which he would oft forsake
+For nature's pages glassed by sunbeams on the lake.
+
+
+ Like the Chaldean, he could watch the stars,
+ Till he had peopled them with beings bright
+ As their own beams; and earth, and earth-born jars,
+ And human frailties, were forgotten quite:
+ Could he have kept his spirit to that flight,
+ He had been happy; but this clay will sink
+ Its spark immortal, envying it the light
+ To which it mounts, as if to break the link
+That keeps us from yon heaven which woos us to its brink.
+
+
+ But in Man's dwellings he became a thing
+ Restless and worn, and stern and wearisome,
+ Drooped as a wild-born falcon with clipt wing,
+ To whom the boundless air alone were home:
+ Then came his fit again, which to o'ercome,
+ As eagerly the barred-up bird will beat
+ His breast and beak against his wiry dome
+ Till the blood tinge his plumage, so the heat
+Of his impeded soul would through his bosom eat.
+
+
+ Self-exiled Harold wanders forth again,
+ With naught of hope left, but with less of gloom;
+ The very knowledge that he lived in vain,
+ That all was over on this side the tomb,
+ Had made Despair a smilingness assume,
+ Which, though 'twere wild---as on the plundered wreck
+ When mariners would madly meet their doom
+ With draughts intemperate on the sinking deck\textemdash
+Did yet inspire a cheer, which he forbore to check.
+
+
+ Stop! for thy tread is on an empire's dust!
+ An earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below!
+ Is the spot marked with no colossal bust?
+ Nor column trophied for triumphal show?
+ None; but the moral's truth tells simpler so,
+ As the ground was before, thus let it be;\textemdash
+ How that red rain hath made the harvest grow!
+ And is this all the world has gained by thee,
+Thou first and last of fields! king-making Victory?
+
+
+ And Harold stands upon this place of skulls,
+ The grave of France, the deadly Waterloo!
+ How in an hour the power which gave annuls
+ Its gifts, transferring fame as fleeting too!
+ In `pride of place' here last the eagle flew,
+ Then tore with bloody talon the rent plain,
+ Pierced by the shaft of banded nations through:
+ Ambition's life and labours all were vain;
+He wears the shattered links of the world's broken chain.
+
+
+ Fit retribution! Gaul may champ the bit,
+ And foam in fetters, but is Earth more free?
+ Did nations combat to make \textit{One} submit;
+ Or league to teach all kings true sovereignty?
+ What! shall reviving thraldom again be
+ The patched-up idol of enlightened days?
+ Shall we, who struck the Lion down, shall we
+ Pay the Wolf homage? proffering lowly gaze
+And servile knees to thrones? No; \textit{prove} before ye praise!
+
+
+ If not, o'er one fall'n despot boast no more!
+ In vain fair cheeks were furrowed with hot tears
+ For Europe's flowers long rooted up before
+ The trampler of her vineyards; in vain years
+ Of death, depopulation, bondage, fears,
+ Have all been borne, and broken by the accord
+ Of roused-up millions: all that most endears
+ Glory, is when the myrtle wreathes a sword
+Such as Harmodius drew on Athens' tyrant lord.
+
+
+ There was a sound of revelry by night,
+ And Belgium's capital had gathered then
+ Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright
+ The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men;
+ A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
+ Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
+ Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
+ And all went merry as a marriage bell;
+But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
+
+
+ Did ye not hear it?---No; 'twas but the wind,
+ Or the car rattling o'er the stony street;
+ On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
+ No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
+ To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
+ But hark!---that heavy sound breaks in once more,
+ As if the clouds its echo would repeat;
+ And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before!
+Arm! arm! it is---it is---the cannon's opening roar!
+
+
+ Within a windowed niche of that high hall
+ Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear
+ That sound, the first amidst the festival,
+ And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear;
+ And when they smiled because he deemed it near,
+ His heart more truly knew that peal too well
+ Which stretched his father on a bloody bier,
+ And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell:
+He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.
+
+ Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
+ And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
+ And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago
+ Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness;
+ And there were sudden partings, such as press
+ The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs
+ Which ne'er might be repeated: who would guess
+ If ever more should meet those mutual eyes,
+Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
+
+
+ And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed,
+ The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
+ Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
+ And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
+ And the deep thunder peal on peal afar;
+ And near, the beat of the alarming drum
+ Roused up the soldier ere the morning star;
+ While thronged the citizens with terror dumb,
+Or whispering, with white lips---`The foe! They come! they come!'
+
+
+ And wild and high the Cameron's gathering' rose,
+ The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills
+ Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes:
+ How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills
+ Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills
+ Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers
+ With the fierce native daring which instils
+ The stirring memory of a thousand years,
+And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears.
+
+
+ And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves,
+ Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pass,
+ Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves,
+ Over the unreturniug brave,---alas!
+ Ere evening to be trodden like the grass
+ Which now beneath them, but above shall grow
+ In its next verdure, when this fiery mass
+ Of living valour, rolling on the foe,
+And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
+
+
+ Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,
+ Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay,
+ The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife,
+ The morn the marshalling in arms,---the day
+ Battle's magnificently stern array!
+ The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent
+ The earth is covered thick with other clay,
+ Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent,
+Rider and horse,---friend, foe,---in one red burial blent!
+
+
+ Their praise is hymned by loftier harps than mine;
+ Yet one I would select from that proud throng,
+ Partly because they blend me with his line,
+ And partly that I did his sire some wrong,
+ And partly that bright names will hallow song;
+ And his was of the bravest, and when showered
+ The death-bolts deadliest the thinned files along,
+ Even where the thickest of war's tempest lowered,
+They reached no nobler breast than thine, young, gallant Howard!
+
+
+ There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee,
+ And mine were nothing, had I such to give;
+ But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree,
+ Which living waves where thou didst cease to live,
+ And saw around me the wild field revive
+ With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring
+ Come forth her work of gladness to contrive,
+ With all her reckless birds upon the wing,
+I turned from all she brought to those she could not bring.
+
+
+ I turned to thee, to thousands, of whom each
+ And one as all a ghastly gap did make
+ In his own kind and kindred, whom to teach
+ Forgetfulness were mercy for their sake;
+ The Archangel's trump, not Glory's, must awake
+ Those whom they thirst for; though the sound of Fame
+ May for a moment soothe, it cannot slake
+ The fever of vain longing, and the name
+So honoured, but assumes a stronger, bitterer claim.
+
+
+ They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling, mourn:
+ The tree will wither long before it fall:
+ The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn;
+ The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall
+ In massy hoariness; the ruined wall
+ Stands when its wind-worn battlements are gone;
+ The bars survive the captive they enthral;
+ The day drags through though storms keep out the sun;
+And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on:
+
+
+ E'en as a broken mirror, which the glass
+ In every fragment multiplies; and makes
+ A thousand images of one that was,
+ The same, and still the more, the more it breaks;
+ And thus the heart will do which not forsakes,
+ Living in shattered guise, and still, and cold,
+ And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches,
+ Yet withers on till all without is old,
+Showing no visible sign, for such things are untold.
+
+
+ There is a very life in our despair,
+ Vitality of poison,---a quick root
+ Which feeds these deadly branches; for it were
+ As nothing did we die; but life will suit
+ Itself to Sorrow's most detested fruit,
+ Like to the apples on the Dead Sea shore,
+ All ashes to the taste: Did man compute
+ Existence by enjoyment, and count o'er
+Such hours 'gainst years of life,---say, would he name threescore?
+
+
+ The Psalmist numbered out the years of man:
+ They are enough: and if thy tale be \textit{true},
+ Thou, who didst grudge him e'en that fleeting span,
+ More than enough, thou fatal Waterloo!
+ Millions of tongues record thee, and anew
+ Their children's lips shall echo them, and say,
+ `Here, where the sword united nations drew,
+ Our countrymen were warring on that day!'
+And this is much, and all which will not pass away.
+
+
+ There sunk the greatest, nor the worst of men,
+ Whose spirit anithetically mixed
+ One moment of the mightiest, and again
+ On little objects with like firmness fixed;
+ Extreme in all things! hadst thou been betwixt,
+ Thy throne had still been thine, or never been;
+ For daring made thy rise as fall: thou seek'st
+ Even now to reassume the imperial mien,
+And shake again the world, the Thunderer of the scene!
+
+
+ Conqueror and captive of the earth art thou!
+ She trembles at thee still, and thy wild name
+ Was ne'er more bruited in men's minds than now
+ That thou art nothing, save the jest of Fame,
+ Who wooed thee once, thy vassal, and became
+ The flatterer of thy fierceness, till thou wert
+ A god unto thyself; nor less the same
+ To the astounded kingdoms all inert,
+Who deemed thee for a time whate'er thou didst assert.
+
+
+ Oh, more or less than man---in high or low,
+ Battling with nations, flying from the field;
+ Now making monarchs' necks thy footstool, now
+ More than thy meanest soldier taught to yield:
+ An empire thou couldst crush, command, rebuild,
+ But govern not thy pettiest passion, nor,
+ However deeply in men's spirits skilled,
+ Look through thine own, nor curb the lust of war,
+Nor learn that tempted Fate will leave the loftiest star.
+
+
+ Yet well thy soul hath brooked the turning tide
+ With that untaught innate philosophy,
+ Which, be it wisdom, coldness, or deep pride,
+ Is gall and wormwood to an enemy.
+ When the whole host of hatred stood hard by,
+ To watch and mock thee shrinking, thou hast smiled
+ With a sedate and all-enduring eye;
+ When Fortune fled her spoiled and favourite child,
+He stood unbowed beneath the ills upon him piled.
+
+
+ Sager than in thy fortunes; for in them
+ Ambition steeled thee on to far too show
+ That just habitual scorn, which could contemn
+ Men and their thoughts; 'twas wise to feel, not so
+ To wear it ever on thy lip and brow,
+ And spurn the instruments thou wert to use
+ Till they were turned unto thine overthrow:
+ 'Tis but a worthless world to win or lose;
+So hath it proved to thee, and all such lot who choose.
+
+
+ If, like a tower upon a headland rock,
+ Thou hadst been made to stand or fall alone,
+ Such scorn of man had helped to brave the shock;
+ But men's thoughts were the steps which paved thy throne,
+ \textit{their} admiration thy best weapon shone;
+ The part of Philip's son was thine, not then
+ (Unless aside thy purple had been thrown)
+ Like stern Diogenes to mock at men;
+For sceptred cynics earth were far too wide a den.
+
+
+ But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
+ And \textit{there} hath been thy bane; there is a fire
+ And motion of the soul, which will not dwell
+ In its own narrow being, but aspire
+ Beyond the fitting medium of desire;
+ And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore,
+ Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire
+ Of aught but rest; a fever at the core,
+Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.
+
+
+ This makes the madmen who have made men mad
+ By their contagion! Conquerors and Kings,
+ Founders of sects and systems, to whom add
+ Sophists, Bards, Statesmen, all unquiet things
+ Which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs,
+ And are themselves the fools to those they fool;
+ Envied, yet how unenviable! what stings
+ Are theirs! One breast laid open were a school
+Which would unteach mankind the lust to shine or rule:
+
+
+ Their breath is agitation, and their life
+ A storm whereon they ride, to sink at last,
+ And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife,
+ That should their days, surviving perils past,
+ Melt to calm twilight, they feel overcast
+ With sorrow and supineness, and so die;
+ Even as a flame unfed, which runs to waste
+ With its own flickering, or a sword laid by,
+Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
+
+
+ He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find
+ The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;
+ He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
+ Must look down on the hate of those below.
+ Though high \textit{above} the sun of glory glow,
+ And far \textit{beneath} the earth and ocean spread,
+ \textit{round} him are icy rocks, and loudly blow
+ Contending tempests on his naked head,
+And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
+
+
+ Away with these; true Wisdom's world will be
+ Within its own creation, or in thine,
+ Maternal Nature! for who teems like thee,
+ Thus on the banks of thy majestic Rhine?
+ There Harold gazes on a work divine,
+ A blending of all beauties; streams and dells,
+ Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, corn-field, mountain, vine,
+ And chiefless castles breathing stern farewells
+From grey but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly dwells.
+
+
+ And there they stand, as stands a lofty mind,
+ Worn, but unstooping to the baser crowd,
+ All tenantless, save to the crannying wind,
+ Or holding dark communion with the cloud.
+ There was a day when they were young and proud,
+ Banners on high, and battles passed below;
+ But they who fought are in a bloody shroud,
+ And those which waved are shredless dust ere now,
+And the bleak battlements shall bear no future blow.
+
+
+ Beneath these battlements, within those walls,
+ Power dwelt amidst her passions; in proud state
+ Each robber chief upheld his armed halls,
+ Doing his evil will, nor less elate
+ Than mightier heroes of a longer date.
+ What want these outlaws conquerors should have
+ But History's purchased page to call them great?
+ A wider space, an ornamented grave?
+Their hopes were not less warm, their souls were full as brave.
+
+
+ In their baronial feuds and single fields,
+ What deeds of prowess unrecorded died!
+ And Love, which lent a blazon to their shields,
+ With emblems well devised by amorous pride,
+ Through all the mail of iron hearts would glide;
+ But still their flame was fierceness, and drew on
+ Keen contest and destruction near allied,
+ And many a tower for some fair mischief won,
+Saw the discoloured Rhine beneath its ruin run.
+
+
+ But thou, exulting and abounding river!
+ Making thy waves a blessing as they flow
+ Through banks whose beauty would endure for ever,
+ Could man but leave thy bright creation so,
+ Nor its fair promise from the surface mow
+ With the sharp scythe of conflict,---then to see
+ Thy valley of sweet waters, were to know
+ Earth paved like Heaven; and to seem such to me
+Even now what wants thy stream?---that it should Lethe be.
+
+
+ A thousand battles have assailed thy banks,
+ But these and half their fame have passed away,
+ And Slaughter heaped on high his weltering ranks:
+ Their very graves are gone, and what are they?
+ Thy tide washed down the blood of yesterday,
+ And all was stainless, and on thy clear stream
+ Glassed with its dancing light the sunny ray;
+ But o'er the blackened memory's blighting dream
+Thy waves would vainly roll, all sweeping as they seem.
+
+
+ Thus Harold inly said, and passed along,
+ Yet not insensible to all which here
+ Awoke the jocund birds to early song
+ In glens which might have made e'en exile dear:
+ Though on his brow were graven lines austere,
+ And tranquil sternness which had ta'en the place
+ Of feelings fierier far but less severe,
+ Joy was not always absent from his face,
+But o'er it in such scenes would steal with transient trace.
+
+
+ Nor was all love shut from him, though his days
+ Of passion had consumed themselves to dust.
+ It is in vain that we would coldly gaze
+ On such as smile upon us; the heart must
+ Leap kindly back to kindness, though disgust
+ Hath weaned it from all worldlings: thus he felt,
+ For there was soft remembrance, and sweet trust
+ In one fond breast, to which his own would melt,
+And in its tenderer hour on that his bosom dwelt.
+
+
+ And he had learned to love,---I know not why,
+ For this in such as him seems strange of mood,\textemdash
+ The helpless looks of blooming infancy,
+ Even in its earliest nurture; what subdued,
+ To change like this, a mind so far imbued
+ With scorn of man, it little boots to know;
+ But thus it was; and though in solitude
+ Small power the nipped affections have to grow,
+In him this glowed when all beside had ceased to glow.
+
+
+ And there was one soft breast, as hath been said,
+ Which unto his was bound by stronger ties
+ Than the church links withal; and, though unwed,
+ \textit{that} love was pure, and, far above disguise,
+ Had stood the test of mortal enmities
+ Still undivided, and cemented more
+ By peril, dreaded most in female eyes;
+ But this was firm, and from a foreign shore
+Well to that heart might his these absent greetings pour!
+
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+
+ The castled crag of Drachenfels
+ Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.
+ Whose breast of waters broadly swells
+ Between the banks which bear the vine,
+ And hills all rich with blossomed trees,
+ And fields which promise corn and wine,
+ And scattered cities crowning these,
+ Whose far white walls along them shine,
+ Have strewed a scene, which I should see
+ With double joy wert \textit{thou} with me!
+
+ And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes,
+ And hands which offer early flowers,
+ Walk smiling o'er this paradise;
+ Above, the frequent feudal towers
+ Through green leaves lift their walls of grey,
+ And many a rock which steeply lours,
+ And noble arch in proud decay,
+ Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers:
+ But one thing want these banks of Rhine,\textemdash
+ Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
+
+ I send the lilies given to me;
+ Though long before thy hand they touch,
+ I know that they must withered be,
+ But yet reject them not as such;
+ For I have cherished them as dear,
+ Because they yet may meet thine eye,
+ And guide thy soul to mine e'en here,
+ When thou behold'st them drooping nigh,
+ And know'st them gathered by the Rhine,
+ And offered from my heart to thine!
+
+ The river nobly foams and flows,
+ The charm of this enchanted ground,
+ And all its thousand turns disclose
+ Some fresher beauty varying round;
+ The haughtiest breast its wish might bound
+ Through life to dwell delighted here;
+ Nor could on earth a spot be found
+ To Nature and to me so dear,
+ Could thy dear eyes in following mine
+ Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!
+
+}
+
+ By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground,
+ There is a small and simple pyramid,
+ Crowning the summit of the verdant mound;
+ Beneath its base are heroes' ashes hid,
+ Our enemy's,---but let not that forbid
+ Honour to Marceau! o'er whose early tomb
+ Tears, big tears, gushed from the rough soldier's lid,
+ Lamenting and yet envying such a doom,
+Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume.
+
+
+ Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career,\textemdash
+ His mourners were two hosts, his friends and foes;
+ And fitly may the stranger lingering here
+ Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose;
+ For he was Freedom's champion, one of those,
+ The few in number, who had not o'erstept
+ The charter to chastise which she bestows
+ On such as wield her weapons; he had kept
+The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
+
+
+ Here Ehrenbreitstein, with her shattered wall
+ Black with the miner's blast, upon her height
+ Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball
+ Rebounding idly on her strength did light;
+ A tower of victory! from whence the flight
+ Of baffled foes was watched along the plain;
+ But Peace destroyed what War could never blight,
+ And laid those proud roofs bare to Summer's rain\textemdash
+On which the iron shower for years had poured in vain.
+
+
+ Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! How long, delighted,
+ The stranger fain would linger on his way;
+ Thine is a scene alike where souls united
+ Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray;
+ And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey
+ On self-condemning bosoms, it were here,
+ Where Nature, not too sombre nor too gay,
+ Wild but not rude, awful yet not austere,
+Is to the mellow earth as autumn to the year.
+
+
+ Adieu to thee again! a vain adieu!
+ There can be no farewell to scene like thine;
+ The mind is coloured by thy every hue;
+ And if reluctantly the eyes resign
+ Their cherished gaze upon thee, lovely Rhine!
+ 'Tis with the thankful glance of parting praise;
+ More mighty spots may rise---more glaring shine,
+ But none unite in one attaching maze
+The brilliant, fair, and soft;---the glories of old days.
+
+
+ The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom
+ Of coming ripeness, the white city's sheen,
+ The rolling stream, the precipice's gloom,
+ The forest's growth, and Gothic walls between,
+ The wild rocks shaped as they had turrets been
+ In mockery of man's art; and these withal
+ A race of faces happy as the scene,
+ Whose fertile bounties here extend to all,
+Still springing o'er thy banks, though empires near them fall.
+
+ But these recede. Above me are the Alps,
+ The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls
+ Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps,
+ And throned Eternity in icy halls
+ Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls
+ The avalanche---the thunderbolt of snow!
+ All that expands the spirit, yet appals,
+ Gathers around these summits, as to show
+How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
+
+
+ But ere these matchless heights I dare to scan,
+ There is a spot should not be passed in vain,\textemdash
+ Morat! the proud, the patriot field! where man
+ May gaze on ghastly trophies of the slain,
+ Nor blush for those who conquered on that plain;
+ Here Burgundy bequeathed his tombless host,
+ A bony heap, through ages to remain,
+ Themselves their monument;---the Stygian coast
+Unsepulchred they roamed, and shrieked each wandering ghost.
+
+
+ While Waterloo with Cannae's carnage vies,
+ Morat and Marathon twin names shall stand;
+ They were true Glory's stainless victories,
+ Won by the unambitious heart and hand
+ Of a proud, brotherly, and civic band,
+ All unbought champions in no princely cause
+ Of vice-entailed Corruption; they no land
+ Doomed to bewail the blasphemy of laws
+Making king's rights divine, by some Draconic clause.
+
+
+ By a lone wall a lonelier column rears
+ A grey and grief-worn aspect of old days
+ 'Tis the last remnant of the wreck of years,
+ And looks as with the wild bewildered gaze
+ Of one to stone converted by amaze,
+ Yet still with consciousness; and there it stands,
+ Making a marvel that it not decays,
+ When the coeval pride of human hands,
+Levelled Aventicum, hath strewed her subject lands.
+
+
+ And there---oh! sweet and sacred be the name!\textemdash
+ Julia---the daughter, the devoted---gave
+ Her youth to Heaven; her heart, beneath a claim
+ Nearest to Heaven's, broke o'er a father's grave.
+ Justice is sworn 'gainst tears, and hers would crave
+ The life she lived in; but the judge was just,
+ And then she died on him she could not save.
+ Their tomb was simple, and without a bust,
+And held within their urn one mind, one heart, one dust.
+
+
+ But these are deeds which should not pass away,
+ And names that must not wither, though the earth
+ Forgets her empires with a just decay,
+ The enslavers and the enslaved, their death and birth;
+ The high, the mountain-majesty of worth,
+ Should be, and shall, survivor of its woe,
+ And from its immortality look forth
+ In the sun's face, like yonder Alpine snow,
+Imperishably pure beyond all things below.
+
+
+ Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face,
+ The mirror where the stars and mountains view
+ The stillness of their aspect in each trace
+ Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue:
+ There is too much of man here, to look through
+ With a fit mind the might which I behold;
+ But soon in me shall Loneliness renew
+ Thoughts hid, but not less cherished than of old,
+Ere mingling with the herd had penned me in their fold.
+
+
+ To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind;
+ All are not fit with them to stir and toil,
+ Nor is it discontent to keep the mind
+ Deep in its fountain, lest it overboil
+ In one hot throng, where we become the spoil
+ Of our infection, till too late and long
+ We may deplore and struggle with the coil,
+ In wretched interchange of wrong for wrong
+Midst a contentious world, striving where none are strong.
+
+
+ There, in a moment, we may plunge our years
+ In fatal penitence, and in the blight
+ Of our own soul, turn all our blood to tears,
+ And colour things to come with hues of Night;
+ The race of life becomes a hopeless flight
+ To those that walk in darkness: on the sea,
+ The boldest steer but where their ports invite,
+ But there are wanderers o'er Eternity
+Whose bark drives on and on, and anchored ne'er shall be.
+
+
+ Is it not better, then, to be alone,
+ And love Earth only for its earthly sake?
+ By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone,
+ Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake,
+ Which feeds it as a mother who doth make
+ A fair but froward infant her own care,
+ Kissing its cries away as these awake;\textemdash
+ Is it not better thus our lives to wear,
+Than join the crushing crowd, doomed to inflict or bear?
+
+
+ I live not in myself, but I become
+ Portion of that around me; and to me,
+ High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
+ Of human cities torture: I can see
+ Nothing to loathe in Nature, save to be
+ A link reluctant in a fleshly chain,
+ Classed among creatures, when the soul can flee,
+ And with the sky, the peak, the heaving plain
+Of ocean, or the stars, mingle, and not in vain.
+
+
+ And thus I am absorbed, and this is life:
+ I look upon the peopled desert Past,
+ As on a place of agony and strife,
+ Where, for some sin, to Sorrow I was cast,
+ To act and suffer, but remount at last
+ With a fresh pinion; which I felt to spring,
+ Though young, yet waxing vigorous as the blast
+ Which it would cope with, on delighted wing,
+Spurning the clay-cold bonds which round our being cling.
+
+
+ And when, at length, the mind shall be all free
+ From what it hates in this degraded form,
+ Reft of its carnal life, save what shall be
+ Existent happier in the fly and worm,\textemdash
+ When elements to elements conform,
+ And dust is as it should be, shall I not
+ Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm?
+ The bodiless thought? the Spirit of each spot?
+Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot?
+
+
+ Are not the mountains, waves, and skies a part
+ Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
+ Is not the love of these deep in my heart
+ With a pure passion? should I not contemn
+ All objects, if compared with these? and stem
+ A tide of suffering, rather than forego
+ Such feelings for the hard and worldly phlegm
+ Of those whose eyes are only turned below,
+Gazing upon the ground, with thoughts which dare not glow?
+
+
+ But this is not my theme; and I return
+ To that which is immediate, and require
+ Those who find contemplation in the urn,
+ To look on One whose dust was once all fire,
+ A native of the land where I respire
+ The clear air for awhile---a passing guest,
+ Where he became a being,---whose desire
+ Was to be glorious; 'twas a foolish quest,
+The which to gain and keep he sacrificed all rest.
+
+
+ Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau,
+ The apostle of affliction, he who threw
+ Enchantment over passion, and from woe
+ Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew
+ The breath which made him wretched; yet he knew
+ How to make madness beautiful, and cast
+ O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue
+ Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past
+The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
+
+
+ His love was passion's essence---as a tree
+ On fire by lightning; with ethereal flame
+ Kindled he was, and blasted; for to be
+ Thus, and enamoured, were in him the same.
+ But his was not the love of living dame,
+ Nor of the dead who rise upon our dreams,
+ But of Ideal beauty, which became
+ In him existence, and o'erflowing teems
+Along his burning page, distempered though it seems.
+
+
+ \textit{This} breathed itself to life in Julie, \textit{this}
+ Invested her with all that's wild and sweet;
+ This hallowed, too, the memorable kiss
+ Which every morn his fevered lip would greet,
+ From hers, who but with friendship his would meet:
+ But to that gentle touch, through brain and breast
+ Flashed the thrilled spirit's love-devouring heat;
+ In that absorbing sigh perchance more blest,
+Than vulgar minds may be with all they seek possest.
+
+
+ His life was one long war with self-sought foes,
+ Or friends by him self-banished; for his mind
+ Had grown Suspicion's sanctuary, and chose
+ For its own cruel sacrifice, the kind,
+ 'Gainst whom he raged with fury strange and blind.
+ But he was frenzied,---wherefore, who may know?
+ Since cause might be which skill could never find;
+ But he was frenzied by disease or woe
+To that worst pitch of all, which wears a reasoning show.
+
+
+ For then he was inspired, and from him came,
+ As from the Pythian's mystic cave of yore,
+ Those oracles which set the world in flame,
+ Nor ceased to burn till kingdoms were no more:
+ Did he not this for France, which lay before
+ Bowed to the inborn tyranny of years?
+ Broken and trembling to the yoke she bore,
+ Till by the voice of him and his compeers
+Roused up to too much wrath, which follows o'ergrown fears?
+
+
+ They made themselves a fearful monument!
+ The wreck of old opinions---things which grew,
+ Breathed from the birth of time: the veil they rent,
+ And what behind it lay, all earth shall view.
+ But good with ill they also overthrew,
+ Leaving but ruins, wherewith to rebuild
+ Upon the same foundation, and renew
+ Dungeons and thrones, which the same hour refilled,
+As heretofore, because ambition was self-willed.
+
+
+ But this will not endure, nor be endured!
+ Mankind have felt their strength, and made it felt.
+ They might have used it better, but, allured
+ By their new vigour, sternly have they dealt
+ On one another; Pity ceased to melt
+ With her once natural charities. But they,
+ Who in Oppression's darkness caved had dwelt,
+ They were not eagles, nourished with the day;
+What marvel then, at times, if they mistook their prey?
+
+
+ What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
+ The heart's bleed longest, and but heal to wear
+ That which disfigures it; and they who war
+ With their own hopes, and have been vanquished, bear
+ Silence, but not submission: in his lair
+ Fixed Passion holds his breath, until the hour
+ Which shall atone for years; none need despair:
+ It came, it cometh, and will come,---the power
+To punish or forgive---in \textit{one} we shall be slower.
+
+
+ Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake,
+ With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing
+ Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake
+ Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring.
+ This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing
+ To waft me from distraction; once I loved
+ Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring
+ Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved,
+That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
+
+
+ It is the hush of night, and all between
+ Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear,
+ Mellowed and mingling, yet distinctly seen.
+ Save darkened Jura, whose capt heights appear
+ Precipitously steep; and drawing near,
+ There breathes a living fragrance from the shore,
+ Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear
+ Drops the light drip of the suspended oar,
+Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more;
+
+
+ He is an evening reveller, who makes
+ His life an infancy, and sings his fill;
+ At intervals, some bird from out the brakes
+ Starts into voice a moment, then is still
+ There seems a floating whisper on the hill,
+ But that is fancy, for the starlight dews
+ All silently their tears of love instil,
+ Weeping themselves away, till they infuse
+Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
+
+
+ Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven,
+ If in your bright leaves we would read the fate
+ Of men and empires,---'tis to be forgiven,
+ That in our aspirations to be great,
+ Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state,
+ And claim a kindred with you; for ye are
+ A beauty and a mystery, and create
+ In us such love and reverence from afar,
+That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
+
+
+ All heaven and earth are still---though not in sleep,
+ But breathless, as we grow when feeling most;
+ And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep: \textemdash
+ All heaven and earth are still: from the high host
+ Of stars, to the lulled lake and mountain-coast,
+ All is concentered in a life intense,
+ Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
+ But hath a part of being, and a sense
+Of that which is of all Creator and defence.
+
+
+ Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt
+ In solitude, where we are \textit{least} alone;
+ A truth, which through our being then doth melt,
+ And purifies from self: it is a tone,
+ The soul and source of music, which makes known
+ Eternal harmony, and sheds a charm,
+ Like to the fabled Cytherea's zone,
+ Binding all things with beauty;---'twould disarm
+The spectre Death, had he substantial power to harm.
+
+
+ Nor vainly did the early Persian make
+ His altar the high places and the peak
+ Of earth-o'ergazing mountains, and thus take
+ A fit and unwalled temple, there to seek
+ The Spirit, in whose honour shrines are weak,
+ Upreared of human hands. Come, and compare
+ Columns and idol-dwellings, Goth or Greek,
+ With Nature's realms of worship, earth and air,
+Nor fix on fond abodes to circumscribe thy prayer!
+
+
+ The sky is changed!---and such a change! O night,
+ And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong,
+ Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
+ Of a dark eye in woman! Far along,
+ From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,
+ Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud,
+ But every mountain now hath found a tongue;
+ And Jura answers, through her misty shroud,
+Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
+
+
+ And this is in the night: ---Most glorious night!
+ Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be
+ A sharer in thy fierce and far delight\textemdash
+ A portion of the tempest and of thee!
+ How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea,
+ And the big rain comes dancing to the earth!
+ And now again 'tis black,---and now, the glee
+ Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth,
+As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
+
+
+ Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his way between
+ Heights which appear as lovers who have parted
+ In hate, whose mining depths so intervene,
+ That they can meet no more, though broken-hearted;
+ Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted,
+ Love was the very root of the fond rage
+ Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed:
+ Itself expired, but leaving them an age
+Of years all winters---war within themselves to wage.
+
+
+ Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way,
+ The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand;
+ For here, not one, but many, make their play,
+ And fling their thunderbolts from hand to hand,
+ Flashing and cast around: of all the band,
+ The brightest through these parted hills hath forked
+ His lightnings, as if he did understand
+ That in such gaps as desolation worked,
+There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurked.
+
+
+ Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye,
+ With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul
+ To make these felt and feeling, well may be
+ Things that have made me watchful; the far roll
+ Of your departing voices, is the knoll
+ Of what in me is sleepless,---if I rest.
+ But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal?
+ Are ye like those within the human breast?
+Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
+
+
+ Could I embody and unbosom now
+ That which is most within me,---could I wreak
+ My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw
+ Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak,
+ All that I would have sought, and all I seek,
+ Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe---into one word,
+ And that one word were lightning, I would speak;
+ But as it is, I live and die unheard,
+With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
+
+
+ The morn is up again, the dewy morn,
+ With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom,
+ Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn,
+ And living as if earth contained no tomb,\textemdash
+ And glowing into day: we may resume
+ The march of our existence: and thus I,
+ Still on thy shores, fair Leman! may find room
+ And food for meditation, nor pass by
+Much, that may give us pause, if pondered fittingly.
+
+
+ Clarens! sweet Clarens! birthplace of deep Love!
+ Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought;
+ Thy trees take root in love; the snows above
+ The very glaciers have his colours caught,
+ And sunset into rose-hues sees them wrought
+ By rays which sleep there lovingly: the rocks,
+ The permanent crags, tell here of Love, who sought
+ In them a refuge from the worldly shocks,
+Which stir and sting the soul with hope that woos, then mocks.
+
+
+ Clarens! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod,\textemdash
+ Undying Love's, who here ascends a throne
+ To which the steps are mountains; where the god
+ Is a pervading life and light,---so shown
+ Not on those summits solely, nor alone
+ In the still cave and forest; o'er the flower
+ His eye is sparkling, and his breath hath blown,
+ His soft and summer breath, whose tender power
+Passes the strength of storms in their most desolate hour.
+
+
+ All things are here of \textit{Him}; from the black pines,
+ Which are his shade on high, and the loud roar
+ Of torrents, where he listeneth, to the vines
+ Which slope his green path downward to the shore,
+ Where the bowed waters meet him, and adore,
+ Kissing his feet with murmurs; and the wood,
+ The covert of old trees, with trunks all hoar,
+ But light leaves, young as joy, stands where it stood,
+Offering to him, and his, a populous solitude.
+
+
+ A populous solitude of bees and birds,
+ And fairy-formed and many coloured things,
+ Who worship him with notes more sweet than words,
+ And innocently open their glad wings,
+ Fearless and full of life: the gush of springs,
+ And fall of lofty fountains, and the bend
+ Of stirring branches, and the bud which brings
+ The swiftest thought of beauty, here extend,
+Mingling, and made by Love, unto one mighty end.
+
+
+ He who hath loved not, here would learn that lore,
+ And make his heart a spirit: he who knows
+ That tender mystery, will love the more,
+ For this is Love's recess, where vain men's woes,
+ And the world's waste, have driven him far from those,
+ For 'tis his nature to advance or die;
+ He stands not still, but or decays, or grows
+ Into a boundless blessing, which may vie
+With the immortal lights, in its eternity!
+
+
+ 'Twas not for fiction chose Rousseau this spot,
+ Peopling it with affections; but he found
+ It was the scene which passion must allot
+ To the mind's purified beings; 'twas the ground
+ Where early Love his Psyche's zone unbound,
+ And hallowed it with loveliness: 'tis lone,
+ And wonderful, and deep, and hath a sound,
+ And sense, and sight of sweetness; here the Rhone
+Hath spread himself a couch, the Alps have reared a throne.
+
+
+ Lausanne! and Ferney! ye have been the abodes
+ Of names which unto you bequeathed a name;
+ Mortals, who sought and found, by dangerous roads,
+ A path to perpetuity of fame:
+ They were gigantic minds, and their steep aim
+ Was, Titan-like, on daring doubts to pile
+ Thoughts which should call down thunder, and the flame
+ Of Heaven, again assailed, if Heaven the while
+On man and man's research could deign do more than smile.
+
+
+ The one was fire and fickleness, a child
+ Most mutable in wishes, but in mind
+ A wit as various,---gay, grave, sage, or wild,\textemdash
+ Historian, bard, philosopher combined:
+ He multiplied himself among mankind,
+ The Proteus of their talents: But his own
+ Breathed most in ridicule,---which, as the wind,
+ Blew where it listed, laying all things prone,\textemdash
+Now to o'erthrow a fool, and now to shake a throne.
+
+
+ The other, deep and slow, exhausting thought,
+ And hiving wisdom with each studious year,
+ In meditation dwelt, with learning wrought,
+ And shaped his weapon with an edge severe,
+ Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer;
+ The lord of irony,---that master spell,
+ Which stung his foes to wrath, which grew from fear,
+ And doomed him to the zealot's ready hell,
+Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well.
+
+ Yet, peace be with their ashes,---for by them,
+ If merited, the penalty is paid;
+ It is not ours to judge, far less condemn;
+ The hour must come when such things shall be made
+ Known unto all,---or hope and dread allayed
+ By slumber on one pillow, in the dust,
+ Which, thus much we are sure, must lie decayed;
+ And when it shall revive, as is our trust,
+'Twill be to be forgiven, or suffer what is just.
+
+
+ But let me quit man's works, again to read
+ His Maker's spread around me, and suspend
+ This page, which from my reveries I feed,
+ Until it seems prolonging without end.
+ The clouds above me to the white Alps tend,
+ And I must pierce them, and survey whate'er
+ May be permitted, as my steps I bend
+ To their most great and growing region, where
+The earth to her embrace compels the powers of air.
+
+
+ Italia! too, Italia! looking on thee
+ Full flashes on the soul the light of ages,
+ Since the fierce Carthaginian almost won thee,
+ To the last halo of the chiefs and sages
+ Who glorify thy consecrated pages;
+ Thou wert the throne and grave of empires; still,
+ The fount at which the panting mind assuages
+ Her thirst of knowledge, quaffing there her fill,
+Flows from the eternal source of Rome's imperial hill.
+
+ Thus far have I proceeded in a theme
+ Renewed with no kind auspices: ---to feel
+ We are not what we have been, and to deem
+ We are not what we should be, and to steel
+ The heart against itself; and to conceal,
+ With a proud caution, love or hate, or aught,\textemdash
+ Passion or feeling, purpose, grief, or zeal,\textemdash
+ Which is the tyrant spirit of our thought,
+Is a stern task of soul: ---No matter,---it is taught.
+
+
+ And for these words, thus woven into song,
+ It may be that they are a harmless wile,\textemdash
+ The colouring of the scenes which fleet along,
+ Which I would seize, in passing, to beguile
+ My breast, or that of others, for a while.
+ Fame is the thirst of youth,---but I am not
+ So young as to regard men's frown or smile
+ As loss or guerdon of a glorious lot;
+I stood and stand alone,---remembered or forgot.
+
+
+ I have not loved the world, nor the world me;
+ I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed
+ To its idolatries a patient knee,\textemdash
+ Nor coined my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud
+ In worship of an echo; in the crowd
+ They could not deem me one of such; I stood
+ Among them, but not of them; in a shroud
+ Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could,
+Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
+
+
+ I have not loved the world, nor the world me,\textemdash
+ But let us part fair foes; I do believe,
+ Though I have found them not, that there may be
+ Words which are things,---hopes which will not deceive,
+ And virtues which are merciful, nor weave
+ Snares for the falling: I would also deem
+ O'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve;
+ That two, or one, are almost what they seem,\textemdash
+That goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.
+
+
+ My daughter! with thy name this song begun\textemdash
+ My daughter! with thy name this much shall end\textemdash
+ I see thee not, I hear thee not,---but none
+ Can be so wrapt in thee; thou art the friend
+ To whom the shadows of far years extend:
+ Albeit my brow thou never shouldst behold,
+ My voice shall with thy future visions blend,
+ And reach into thy heart, when mine is cold,\textemdash
+A token and a tone, even from thy father's mould.
+
+
+ To aid thy mind's development,---to watch
+ Thy dawn of little joys,---to sit and see
+ Almost thy very growth,---to view thee catch
+ Knowledge of objects, wonders yet to thee!
+ To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee,
+ And print on thy soft cheek a parent's kiss,\textemdash
+ This, it should seem, was not reserved for me
+ Yet this was in my nature: ---As it is,
+I know not what is there, yet something like to this.
+
+
+ Yet, though dull Hate as duty should be taught,
+ I know that thou wilt love me; though my name
+ Should be shut from thee, as a spell still fraught
+ With desolation, and a broken claim:
+ Though the grave closed between us,---'twere the same,
+ I know that thou wilt love me: though to drain
+ \textit{my} blood from out thy being were an aim,
+ And an attainment,---all would be in vain,\textemdash
+Still thou wouldst love me, still that more than life retain.
+
+
+ The child of love,---though born in bitterness,
+ And nurtured in convulsion. Of thy sire
+ These were the elements, and thine no less.
+ As yet such are around thee; but thy fire
+ Shall be more tempered, and thy hope far higher.
+ Sweet be thy cradled slumbers! O'er the sea,
+ And from the mountains where I now respire,
+ Fain would I waft such blessing upon thee,
+As, with a sigh, I deem thou mightst have been to me!
+
+
+\canto
+
+
+ I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
+ A palace and a prison on each hand:
+ I saw from out the wave her structures rise
+ As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand:
+ A thousand years their cloudy wings expand
+ Around me, and a dying glory smiles
+ O'er the far times when many a subject land
+ Looked to the winged Lion's marble piles,
+Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles!
+
+
+ She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean,
+ Rising with her tiara of proud towers
+ At airy distance, with majestic motion,
+ A ruler of the waters and their powers:
+ And such she was; her daughters had their dowers
+ From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East
+ Poured in her lap all gems in sparkling showers.
+ In purple was she robed, and of her feast
+Monarchs partook, and deemed their dignity increased.
+
+
+ In Venice, Tasso's echoes are no more,
+ And silent rows the songless gondolier;
+ Her palaces are crumbling to the shore,
+ And music meets not always now the ear:
+ Those days are gone---but beauty still is here.
+ States fall, arts fade---but Nature doth not die,
+ Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear,
+ The pleasant place of all festivity,
+The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
+
+
+ But unto us she hath a spell beyond
+ Her name in story, and her long array
+ Of mighty shadows, whose dim forms despond
+ Above the dogeless city's vanished sway;
+ Ours is a trophy which will not decay
+ With the Rialto; Shylock and the Moor,
+ And Pierre, cannot be swept or worn away\textemdash
+ The keystones of the arch! though all were o'er,
+For us repeopled were the solitary shore.
+
+
+ The beings of the mind are not of clay;
+ Essentially immortal, they create
+ And multiply in us a brighter ray
+ And more beloved existence: that which Fate
+ Prohibits to dull life, in this our state
+ Of mortal bondage, by these spirits supplied,
+ First exiles, then replaces what we hate;
+ Watering the heart whose early flowers have died,
+And with a fresher growth replenishing the void.
+
+
+ Such is the refuge of our youth and age,
+ The first from Hope, the last from Vacancy;
+ And this worn feeling peoples many a page,
+ And, may be, that which grows beneath mine eye:
+ Yet there are things whose strong reality
+ Outshines our fairy-land; in shape and hues
+ More beautiful than our fantastic sky,
+ And the strange constellations which the Muse
+O'er her wild universe is skilful to diffuse:
+
+
+ I saw or dreamed of such,---but let them go\textemdash
+ They came like truth, and disappeared like dreams;
+ And whatsoe'er they were---are now but so;
+ I could replace them if I would: still teems
+ My mind with many a form which aptly seems
+ Such as I sought for, and at moments found;
+ Let these too go---for waking reason deems
+ Such overweening phantasies unsound,
+And other voices speak, and other sights surround.
+
+
+ I've taught me other tongues, and in strange eyes
+ Have made me not a stranger; to the mind
+ Which is itself, no changes bring surprise;
+ Nor is it harsh to make, nor hard to find
+ A country with---ay, or without mankind;
+ Yet was I born where men are proud to be,
+ Not without cause; and should I leave behind
+ The inviolate island of the sage and free,
+And seek me out a home by a remoter sea,
+
+
+ Perhaps I loved it well: and should I lay
+ My ashes in a soil which is not mine,
+ My spirit shall resume it---if we may
+ Unbodied choose a sanctuary. I twine
+ My hopes of being remembered in my line
+ With my land's language: if too fond and far
+ These aspirations in their scope incline,\textemdash
+ If my fame should be, as my fortunes are,
+Of hasty growth and blight, and dull Oblivion bar.
+
+
+ My name from out the temple where the dead
+ Are honoured by the nations---let it be\textemdash
+ And light the laurels on a loftier head!
+ And be the Spartan's epitaph on me\textemdash
+ `Sparta hath many a worthier son than he.'
+ Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need;
+ The thorns which I have reaped are of the tree
+ I planted,---they have torn me, and I bleed:
+I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
+
+
+ The spouseless Adriatic mourns her lord;
+ And, annual marriage now no more renewed,
+ The Bucentaur lies rotting unrestored,
+ Neglected garment of her widowhood!
+ St. Mark yet sees his lion where he stood
+ Stand, but in mockery of his withered power,
+ Over the proud place where an Emperor sued,
+ And monarchs gazed and envied in the hour
+When Venice was a queen with an unequalled dower.
+
+
+ The Suabian sued, and now the Austrian reigns\textemdash
+ An Emperor tramples where an Emperor knelt;
+ Kingdoms are shrunk to provinces, and chains
+ Clank over sceptred cities; nations melt
+ From power's high pinnacle, when they have felt
+ The sunshine for a while, and downward go
+ Like lauwine loosened from the mountain's belt:
+ Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo!
+The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe.
+
+
+ Before St. Mark still glow his steeds of brass,
+ Their gilded collars glittering in the sun;
+ But is not Doria's menace come to pass?
+ Are they not \textit{bridled}?---Venice, lost and won,
+ Her thirteen hundred years of freedom done,
+ Sinks, like a seaweed, into whence she rose!
+ Better be whelmed beneath the waves, and shun,
+ Even in Destruction's depth, her foreign foes,
+From whom submission wrings an infamous repose.
+
+
+ In youth she was all glory,---a new Tyre,\textemdash
+ Her very byword sprung from victory,
+ The `Planter of the Lion,' which through fire
+ And blood she bore o'er subject earth and sea;
+ Though making many slaves, herself still free
+ And Europe's bulwark 'gainst the Ottomite:
+ Witness Troy's rival, Candia! Vouch it, ye
+ Immortal waves that saw Lepanto's fight!
+For ye are names no time nor tyranny can blight.
+
+
+ Statues of glass---all shivered---the long file
+ Of her dead doges are declined to dust;
+ But where they dwelt, the vast and sumptuous pile
+ Bespeaks the pageant of their splendid trust;
+ Their sceptre broken, and their sword in rust,
+ Have yielded to the stranger: empty halls,
+ Thin streets, and foreign aspects, such as must
+ Too oft remind her who and what enthrals,
+Have flung a desolate cloud o'er Venice' lovely walls.
+
+
+ When Athens' armies fell at Syracuse,
+ And fettered thousands bore the yoke of war,
+ Redemption rose up in the Attic Muse,
+ Her voice their only ransom from afar:
+ See! as they chant the tragic hymn, the car
+ Of the o'ermastered victor stops, the reins
+ Fall from his hands---his idle scimitar
+ Starts from its belt---he rends his captive's chains,
+And bids him thank the bard for freedom and his strains.
+
+
+ Thus, Venice, if no stronger claim were thine,
+ Were all thy proud historic deeds forgot,
+ Thy choral memory of the bard divine,
+ Thy love of Tasso, should have cut the knot
+ Which ties thee to thy tyrants; and thy lot
+ Is shameful to the nations,---most of all,
+ Albion! to thee: the Ocean Queen should not
+ Abandon Ocean's children; in the fall
+Of Venice think of thine, despite thy watery wall.
+
+ I loved her from my boyhood: she to me
+ Was as a fairy city of the heart,
+ Rising like water-columns from the sea,
+ Of joy the sojourn, and of wealth the mart
+ And Otway, Radcliffe, Schiller, Shakspeare's art,
+ Had stamped her image in me, and e'en so,
+ Although I found her thus, we did not part,
+ Perchance e'en dearer in her day of woe,
+Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show.
+
+
+ I can repeople with the past---and of
+ The present there is still for eye and thought,
+ And meditation chastened down, enough;
+ And more, it may be, than I hoped or sought;
+ And of the happiest moments which were wrought
+ Within the web of my existence, some
+ From thee, fair Venice! have their colours caught:
+ There are some feelings Time cannot benumb,
+Nor torture shake, or mine would now be cold and dumb.
+
+
+ But from their nature will the tannen grow
+ Loftiest on loftiest and least sheltered rocks,
+ Rooted in barrenness, where nought below
+ Of soil supports them 'gainst the Alpine shocks
+ Of eddying storms; yet springs the trunk, and mocks
+ The howling tempest, till its height and frame
+ Are worthy of the mountains from whose blocks
+ Of bleak, grey granite, into life it came,
+And grew a giant tree;---the mind may grow the same.
+
+
+ Existence may be borne, and the deep root
+ Of life and sufferance make its firm abode
+ In bare and desolate bosoms: mute
+ The camel labours with the heaviest load,
+ And the wolf dies in silence. Not bestowed
+ In vain should such examples be; if they,
+ Things of ignoble or of savage mood,
+ Endure and shrink not, we of nobler clay
+May temper it to bear,---it is but for a day.
+
+
+ All suffering doth destroy, or is destroyed,
+ Even by the sufferer; and, in each event,
+ Ends: ---Some, with hope replenished and rebuoyed,
+ Return to whence they came---with like intent,
+ And weave their web again; some, bowed and bent,
+ Wax grey and ghastly, withering ere their time,
+ And perish with the reed on which they leant;
+ Some seek devotion, toil, war, good or crime,
+According as their souls were formed to sink or climb.
+
+
+ But ever and anon of griefs subdued
+ There comes a token like a scorpion's sting,
+ Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued;
+ And slight withal may be the things which bring
+ Back on the heart the weight which it would fling
+ Aside for ever: it may be a sound\textemdash
+ A tone of music---summer's eve---or spring\textemdash
+ A flower---the wind---the ocean---which shall wound,
+Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound.
+
+
+ And how and why we know not, nor can trace
+ Home to its cloud this lightning of the mind,
+ But feel the shock renewed, nor can efface
+ The blight and blackening which it leaves behind,
+ Which out of things familiar, undesigned,
+ When least we deem of such, calls up to view
+ The spectres whom no exorcism can bind,\textemdash
+ The cold---the changed---perchance the dead---anew,
+The mourned, the loved, the lost---too many!---yet how few!
+
+
+ But my soul wanders; I demand it back
+ To meditate amongst decay, and stand
+ A ruin amidst ruins; there to track
+ Fall'n states and buried greatness, o'er a land
+ Which \textit{was} the mightiest in its old command,
+ And \textit{is} the loveliest, and must ever be
+ The master-mould of Nature's heavenly hand,
+ Wherein were cast the heroic and the free,
+The beautiful, the brave---the lords of earth and sea.
+
+
+ The commonwealth of kings, the men of Rome!
+ And even since, and now, fair Italy!
+ Thou art the garden of the world, the home
+ Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree;
+ Even in thy desert, what is like to thee?
+ Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste
+ More rich than other climes' fertility;
+ Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced
+With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
+
+
+ The moon is up, and yet it is not night\textemdash
+ Sunset divides the sky with her---a sea
+ Of glory streams along the Alpine height
+ Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free
+ From clouds, but of all colours seems to be\textemdash
+ Melted to one vast Iris of the West,
+ Where the day joins the past eternity;
+ While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest
+Floats through the azure air---an island of the blest!
+
+
+ A single star is at her side, and reigns
+ With her o'er half the lovely heaven; but still
+ Yon sunny sea heaves brightly, and remains
+ Rolled o'er the peak of the far Rhaetian hill,
+ As Day and Night contending were, until
+ Nature reclaimed her order: ---gently flows
+ The deep-dyed Brenta, where their hues instil
+ The odorous purple of a new-born rose,
+Which streams upon her stream, and glassed within it glows,
+
+
+ Filled with the face of heaven, which, from afar,
+ Comes down upon the waters; all its hues,
+ From the rich sunset to the rising star,
+ Their magical variety diffuse:
+ And now they change; a paler shadow strews
+ Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day
+ Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues
+ With a new colour as it gasps away,
+The last still loveliest, till---'tis gone---and all is grey.
+
+
+ There is a tomb in Arqua;---reared in air,
+ Pillared in their sarcophagus, repose
+ The bones of Laura's lover: here repair
+ Many familiar with his well-sung woes,
+ The pilgrims of his genius. He arose
+ To raise a language, and his land reclaim
+ From the dull yoke of her barbaric foes:
+ Watering the tree which bears his lady's name
+With his melodious tears, he gave himself to fame.
+
+
+ They keep his dust in Arqua, where he died;
+ The mountain-village where his latter days
+ Went down the vale of years; and 'tis their pride\textemdash
+ An honest pride---and let it be their praise,
+ To offer to the passing stranger's gaze
+ His mansion and his sepulchre; both plain
+ And venerably simple, such as raise
+ A feeling more accordant with his strain,
+Than if a pyramid formed his monumental fane.
+
+
+ And the soft quiet hamlet where he dwelt
+ Is one of that complexion which seems made
+ For those who their mortality have felt,
+ And sought a refuge from their hopes decayed
+ In the deep umbrage of a green hill's shade,
+ Which shows a distant prospect far away
+ Of busy cities, now in vain displayed,
+ For they can lure no further; and the ray
+Of a bright sun can make sufficient holiday.
+
+
+ Developing the mountains, leaves, and flowers
+ And shining in the brawling brook, where-by,
+ Clear as its current, glide the sauntering hours
+ With a calm languor, which, though to the eye
+ Idlesse it seem, hath its morality,
+ If from society we learn to live,
+ 'Tis solitude should teach us how to die;
+ It hath no flatterers; vanity can give
+No hollow aid; alone---man with his God must strive:
+
+
+ Or, it may be, with demons, who impair
+ The strength of better thoughts, and seek their prey
+ In melancholy bosoms, such as were
+ Of moody texture from their earliest day,
+ And loved to dwell in darkness and dismay,
+ Deeming themselves predestined to a doom
+ Which is not of the pangs that pass away;
+ Making the sun like blood, the earth a tomb,
+The tomb a hell, and hell itself a murkier gloom.
+
+
+ Ferrara! in thy wide and grass-grown streets,
+ Whose symmetry was not for solitude,
+ There seems as 'twere a curse upon the seat's
+ Of former sovereigns, and the antique brood
+ Of Este, which for many an age made good
+ Its strength within thy walls, and was of yore
+ Patron or tyrant, as the changing mood
+ Of petty power impelled, of those who wore
+The wreath which Dante's brow alone had worn before.
+
+
+ And Tasso is their glory and their shame.
+ Hark to his strain! and then survey his cell!
+ And see how dearly earned Torquato's fame,
+ And where Alfonso bade his poet dwell
+ The miserable despot could not quell
+ The insulted mind he sought to quench, and blend
+ With the surrounding maniacs, in the hell
+ Where he had plunged it. Glory without end
+Scattered the clouds away---and on that name attend.
+
+
+ The tears and praises of all time, while thine
+ Would rot in its oblivion---in the sink
+ Of worthless dust, which from thy boasted line
+ Is shaken into nothing; but the link
+ Thou formest in his fortunes bids us think
+ Of thy poor malice, naming thee with scorn\textemdash
+ Alfonso! how thy ducal pageants shrink
+ From thee! if in another station born,
+Scarce fit to be the slave of him thou mad'st to mourn:
+
+
+ \textit{Thou}! formed to eat, and be despised, and die,
+ Even as the beasts that perish, save that thou
+ Hadst a more splendid trough, and wider sty:
+ \textit{He}! with a glory round his furrowed brow,
+ Which emanated then, and dazzles now
+ In face of all his foes, the Cruscan quire,
+ And Boileau, whose rash envy could allow
+ No strain which shamed his country's creaking lyre,
+That whetstone of the teeth---monotony in wire!
+
+
+ Peace to Torquato's injured shade! 'twas his
+ In life and death to be the mark where Wrong
+ Aimed with their poisoned arrows---but to miss.
+ Oh, victor unsurpassed in modern song!
+ Each year brings forth its millions; but how long
+ The tide of generations shall roll on,
+ And not the whole combined and countless throng
+ Compose a mind like thine? Though all in one
+Condensed their scattered rays, they would not form a sun.
+
+
+ Great as thou art, yet paralleled by those
+ Thy countrymen, before thee born to shine,
+ The bards of Hell and Chivalry: first rose
+ The Tuscan father's comedy divine;
+ Then, not unequal to the Florentine,
+ The Southern Scott, the minstrel who called forth
+ A new creation with his magic line,
+ And, like the Ariosto of the North,
+Sang ladye-love and war, romance and knightly worth.
+
+
+ The lightning rent from Ariosto's bust
+ The iron crown of laurel's mimicked leaves;
+ Nor was the ominous element unjust,
+ For the true laurel-wreath which Glory weaves
+ Is of the tree no bolt of thunder cleaves,
+ And the false semblance but disgraced his brow;
+ Yet still, if fondly Superstition grieves,
+ Know that the lightning sanctifies below
+Whate'er it strikes;---yon head is doubly sacred now.
+
+
+ Italia! O Italia! thou who hast
+ The fatal gift of beauty, which became
+ A funeral dower of present woes and past,
+ On thy sweet brow is sorrow ploughed by shame,
+ And annals graved in characters of flame.
+ Oh God! that thou wert in thy nakedness
+ Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim
+ Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press
+To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress;
+
+
+ Then mightst thou more appal; or, less desired,
+ Be homely and be peaceful, undeplored
+ For thy destructive charms; then, still untired,
+ Would not be seen the armed torrents poured
+ Down the deep Alps; nor would the hostile horde
+ Of many-nationed spoilers from the Po
+ Quaff blood and water; nor the stranger's sword
+ Be thy sad weapon of defence, and so,
+Victor or vanquished, thou the slave of friend or foe.
+
+
+ Wandering in youth, I traced the path of him,
+ The Roman friend of Rome's least mortal mind,
+ The friend of Tully: as my bark did skim
+ The bright blue waters with a fanning wind,
+ Came Megara before me, and behind
+ AEgina lay, Piraeus on the right,
+ And Corinth on the left; I lay reclined
+ Along the prow, and saw all these unite
+In ruin, even as he had seen the desolate sight;
+
+
+ For time hath not rebuilt them, but upreared
+ Barbaric dwellings on their shattered site,
+ Which only make more mourned and more endeared
+ The few last rays of their far-scattered light,
+ And the crushed relics of their vanished might.
+ The Roman saw these tombs in his own age,
+ These sepulchres of cities, which excite
+ Sad wonder, and his yet surviving page
+The moral lesson bears, drawn from such pilgrimage.
+
+
+ That page is now before me, and on mine
+ \textit{his} country's ruin added to the mass
+ Of perished states he mourned in their decline,
+ And I in desolation: all that \textit{was}
+ Of then destruction \textit{is}; and now, alas!
+ Rome---Rome imperial, bows her to the storm,
+ In the same dust and blackness, and we pass
+ The skeleton of her Titanic form,
+Wrecks of another world, whose ashes still are warm.
+
+
+ Yet, Italy! through every other land
+ Thy wrongs should ring, and shall, from side to side;
+ Mother of Arts! as once of Arms; thy hand
+ Was then our Guardian, and is still our guide;
+ Parent of our religion! whom the wide
+ Nations have knelt to for the keys of heaven!
+ Europe, repentant of her parricide,
+ Shall yet redeem thee, and, all backward driven,
+Roll the barbarian tide, and sue to be forgiven.
+
+
+ But Arno wins us to the fair white walls,
+ Where the Etrurian Athens claims and keeps
+ A softer feeling for her fairy halls.
+ Girt by her theatre of hills, she reaps
+ Her corn, and wine, and oil, and Plenty leaps
+ To laughing life, with her redundant horn.
+ Along the banks where smiling Arno sweeps,
+ Was modern Luxury of Commerce born,
+And buried Learning rose, redeemed to a new morn.
+
+
+ There, too, the goddess loves in stone, and fills
+ The air around with beauty; we inhale
+ The ambrosial aspect, which, beheld, instils
+ Part of its immortality; the veil
+ Of heaven is half undrawn; within the pale
+ We stand, and in that form and face behold
+ What Mind can make, when Nature's self would fail;
+ And to the fond idolaters of old
+Envy the innate flash which such a soul could mould:
+
+
+ We gaze and turn away, and know not where,
+ Dazzled and drunk with beauty, till the heart
+ Reels with its fulness; there---for ever there\textemdash
+ Chained to the chariot of triumphal Art,
+ We stand as captives, and would not depart.
+ Away!---there need no words, nor terms precise,
+ The paltry jargon of the marble mart,
+ Where Pedantry gulls Folly---we have eyes:
+Blood, pulse, and breast, confirm the Dardan Shepherd's prize.
+
+
+ Appearedst thou not to Paris in this guise?
+ Or to more deeply blest Anchises? or,
+ In all thy perfect goddess-ship, when lies
+ Before thee thy own vanquished Lord of War?
+ And gazing in thy face as toward a star,
+ Laid on thy lap, his eyes to thee upturn,
+ Feeding on thy sweet cheek! while thy lips are
+ With lava kisses melting while they burn,
+Showered on his eyelids, brow, and mouth, as from an urn!
+
+
+ Glowing, and circumfused in speechless love,
+ Their full divinity inadequate
+ That feeling to express, or to improve,
+ The gods become as mortals, and man's fate
+ Has moments like their brightest! but the weight
+ Of earth recoils upon us;---let it go!
+ We can recall such visions, and create
+ From what has been, or might be, things which grow,
+Into thy statue's form, and look like gods below.
+
+
+ I leave to learned fingers, and wise hands,
+ The artist and his ape, to teach and tell
+ How well his connoisseurship understands
+ The graceful bend, and the voluptuous swell:
+ Let these describe the undescribable:
+ I would not their vile breath should crisp the stream
+ Wherein that image shall for ever dwell;
+ The unruffled mirror of the loveliest dream
+That ever left the sky on the deep soul to beam.
+
+
+ In Santa Croce's holy precincts lie
+ Ashes which make it holier, dust which is
+ E'en in itself an immortality,
+ Though there were nothing save the past, and this
+ The particle of those sublimities
+ Which have relapsed to chaos: ---here repose
+ Angelo's, Alfieri's bones, and his,
+ The starry Galileo, with his woes;
+Here Machiavelli's earth returned to whence it rose.
+
+
+ These are four minds, which, like the elements,
+ Might furnish forth creation: ---Italy!
+ Time, which hath wronged thee with ten thousand rents
+ Of thine imperial garment, shall deny,
+ And hath denied, to every other sky,
+ Spirits which soar from ruin: ---thy decay
+ Is still impregnate with divinity,
+ Which gilds it with revivifying ray;
+Such as the great of yore, Canova is to-day.
+
+
+ But where repose the all Etruscan three\textemdash
+ Dante, and Petrarch, and, scarce less than they,
+ The Bard of Prose, creative spirit! he
+ Of the Hundred Tales of love---where did they lay
+ Their bones, distinguished from our common clay
+ In death as life? Are they resolved to dust,
+ And have their country's marbles nought to say?
+ Could not her quarries furnish forth one bust?
+Did they not to her breast their filial earth entrust?
+
+
+ Ungrateful Florence! Dante sleeps afar,
+ Like Scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore;
+ Thy factions, in their worse than civil war,
+ Proscribed the bard whose name for evermore
+ Their children's children would in vain adore
+ With the remorse of ages; and the crown
+ Which Petrarch's laureate brow supremely wore,
+ Upon a far and foreign soil had grown,
+His life, his fame, his grave, though rifled---not thine own.
+
+
+ Boccaccio to his parent earth bequeathed
+ His dust,---and lies it not her great among,
+ With many a sweet and solemn requiem breathed
+ O'er him who formed the Tuscan's siren tongue?
+ That music in itself, whose sounds are song,
+ The poetry of speech? No;---even his tomb
+ Uptorn, must bear the hyaena bigots' wrong,
+ No more amidst the meaner dead find room,
+Nor claim a passing sigh, because it told for \textit{whom}?
+
+
+ And Santa Croce wants their mighty dust;
+ Yet for this want more noted, as of yore
+ The Caesar's pageant, shorn of Brutus' bust,
+ Did but of Rome's best son remind her more:
+ Happier Ravenna! on thy hoary shore,
+ Fortress of falling empire! honoured sleeps
+ The immortal exile;---Arqua, too, her store
+ Of tuneful relics proudly claims and keeps,
+While Florence vainly begs her banished dead, and weeps.
+
+
+ What is her pyramid of precious stones?
+ Of porphyry, jasper, agate, and all hues
+ Of gem and marble, to encrust the bones
+ Of merchant-dukes? the momentary dews
+ Which, sparkling to the twilight stars, infuse
+ Freshness in the green turf that wraps the dead,
+ Whose names are mausoleums of the Muse,
+ Are gently prest with far more reverent tread
+Than ever paced the slab which paves the princely head.
+
+
+ There be more things to greet the heart and eyes
+ In Arno's dome of Art's most princely shrine,
+ Where Sculpture with her rainbow sister vies;
+ There be more marvels yet---but not for mine;
+ For I have been accustomed to entwine
+ My thoughts with Nature rather in the fields
+ Than Art in galleries: though a work divine
+ Calls for my spirit's homage, yet it yields
+Less than it feels, because the weapon which it wields
+
+
+ Is of another temper, and I roam
+ By Thrasimene's lake, in the defiles
+ Fatal to Roman rashness, more at home;
+ For there the Carthaginian's warlike wiles
+ Come back before me, as his skill beguiles
+ The host between the mountains and the shore,
+ Where Courage falls in her despairing files,
+ And torrents, swoll'n to rivers with their gore,
+Reek through the sultry plain, with legions scattered o'er,
+
+
+ Like to a forest felled by mountain winds;
+ And such the storm of battle on this day,
+ And such the frenzy, whose convulsion blinds
+ To all save carnage, that, beneath the fray,
+ An earthquake reeled unheededly away!
+ None felt stern Nature rocking at his feet,
+ And yawning forth a grave for those who lay
+ Upon their bucklers for a winding-sheet;
+Such is the absorbing hate when warring nations meet.
+
+
+ The Earth to them was as a rolling bark
+ Which bore them to Eternity; they saw
+ The Ocean round, but had no time to mark
+ The motions of their vessel: Nature's law,
+ In them suspended, recked not of the awe
+ Which reigns when mountains tremble, and the birds
+ Plunge in the clouds for refuge, and withdraw
+ From their down-toppling nests; and bellowing herds
+Stumble o'er heaving plains, and man's dread hath no words.
+
+
+ Far other scene is Thrasimene now;
+ Her lake a sheet of silver, and her plain
+ Rent by no ravage save the gentle plough;
+ Her aged trees rise thick as once the slain
+ Lay where their roots are; but a brook hath ta'en\textemdash
+ A little rill of scanty stream and bed\textemdash
+ A name of blood from that day's sanguine rain;
+ And Sanguinetto tells ye where the dead
+Made the earth wet, and turned the unwilling waters red.
+
+
+ But thou, Clitumnus! in thy sweetest wave
+ Of the most living crystal that was e'er
+ The haunt of river nymph, to gaze and lave
+ Her limbs where nothing hid them, thou dost rear
+ Thy grassy banks whereon the milk-white steer
+ Grazes; the purest god of gentle waters!
+ And most serene of aspect, and most clear:
+ Surely that stream was unprofaned by slaughters,
+A mirror and a bath for Beauty's youngest daughters!
+
+
+ And on thy happy shore a temple still,
+ Of small and delicate proportion, keeps,
+ Upon a mild declivity of hill,
+ Its memory of thee; beneath it sweeps
+ Thy current's calmness; oft from out it leaps
+ The finny darter with the glittering scales,
+ Who dwells and revels in thy glassy deeps;
+ While, chance, some scattered water-lily sails
+Down where the shallower wave still tells its bubbling tales.
+
+
+ Pass not unblest the genius of the place!
+ If through the air a zephyr more serene
+ Win to the brow, 'tis his; and if ye trace
+ Along his margin a more eloquent green,
+ If on the heart the freshness of the scene
+ Sprinkle its coolness, and from the dry dust
+ Of weary life a moment lave it clean
+ With Nature's baptism,---'tis to him ye must
+Pay orisons for this suspension of disgust.
+
+
+ The roar of waters!---from the headlong height
+ Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice;
+ The fall of waters! rapid as the light
+ The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss;
+ The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss,
+ And boil in endless torture; while the sweat
+ Of their great agony, wrung out from this
+ Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet
+That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set,
+
+
+ And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again
+ Returns in an unceasing shower, which round,
+ With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain,
+ Is an eternal April to the ground,
+ Making it all one emerald. How profound
+ The gulf! and how the giant element
+ From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound,
+ Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent
+With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent,
+
+
+ To the broad column which rolls on, and shows
+ More like the fountain of an infant sea
+ Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes
+ Of a new world, than only thus to be
+ Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly,
+ With many windings through the vale: ---Look back!
+ Lo! where it comes like an eternity,
+ As if to sweep down all things in its track,
+Charming the eye with dread,---a matchless cataract,
+
+
+ Horribly beautiful! but on the verge,
+ From side to side, beneath the glittering morn,
+ An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge,
+ Like Hope upon a deathbed, and, unworn
+ Its steady dyes, while all around is torn
+ By the distracted waters, bears serene
+ Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn:
+ Resembling, mid the torture of the scene,
+Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.
+
+
+ Once more upon the woody Apennine,
+ The infant Alps, which---had I not before
+ Gazed on their mightier parents, where the pine
+ Sits on more shaggy summits, and where roar
+ The thundering lauwine---might be worshipped more;
+ But I have seen the soaring Jungfrau rear
+ Her never-trodden snow, and seen the hoar
+ Glaciers of bleak Mont Blanc both far and near,
+And in Chimari heard the thunder-hills of fear,
+
+
+ The Acroceraunian mountains of old name;
+ And on Parnassus seen the eagles fly
+ Like spirits of the spot, as 'twere for fame,
+ For still they soared unutterably high:
+ I've looked on Ida with a Trojan's eye;
+ Athos, Olympus, AEtna, Atlas, made
+ These hills seem things of lesser dignity,
+ All, save the lone Soracte's height displayed,
+Not \textit{now} in snow, which asks the lyric Roman's aid.
+
+
+ For our remembrance, and from out the plain
+ Heaves like a long-swept wave about to break,
+ And on the curl hangs pausing: not in vain
+ May he who will his recollections rake,
+ And quote in classic raptures, and awake
+ The hills with Latian echoes; I abhorred
+ Too much, to conquer for the poet's sake,
+ The drilled dull lesson, forced down word by word
+In my repugnant youth, with pleasure to record.
+
+
+ Aught that recalls the daily drug which turned
+ My sickening memory; and, though Time hath taught
+ My mind to meditate what then it learned,
+ Yet such the fixed inveteracy wrought
+ By the impatience of my early thought,
+ That, with the freshness wearing out before
+ My mind could relish what it might have sought,
+ If free to choose, I cannot now restore
+Its health; but what it then detested, still abhor.
+
+
+ Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so,
+ Not for thy faults, but mine; it is a curse
+ To understand, not feel, thy lyric flow,
+ To comprehend, but never love thy verse,
+ Although no deeper moralist rehearse
+ Our little life, nor bard prescribe his art,
+ Nor livelier satirist the conscience pierce,
+ Awakening without wounding the touched heart,
+Yet fare thee well---upon Soracte's ridge we part.
+
+
+ O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
+ The orphans of the heart must turn to thee,
+ Lone mother of dead empires! and control
+ In their shut breasts their petty misery.
+ What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see
+ The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way
+ O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye!
+ Whose agonies are evils of a day---
+A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
+
+
+ The Niobe of nations! there she stands,
+ Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe;
+ An empty urn within her withered hands,
+ Whose holy dust was scattered long ago;
+ The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now;
+ The very sepulchres lie tenantless
+ Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow,
+ Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness?
+Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress!
+
+
+ The Goth, the Christian, Time, War, Flood, and Fire,
+ Have dwelt upon the seven-hilled city's pride:
+ She saw her glories star by star expire,
+ And up the steep barbarian monarchs ride,
+ Where the car climbed the Capitol; far and wide
+ Temple and tower went down, nor left a site;\textemdash
+ Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void,
+ O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light,
+And say, `Here was, or is,' where all is doubly night?
+
+
+ The double night of ages, and of her,
+ Night's daughter, Ignorance, hath wrapt, and wrap
+ All round us; we but feel our way to err:
+ The ocean hath its chart, the stars their map;
+ And knowledge spreads them on her ample lap;
+ But Rome is as the desert, where we steer
+ Stumbling o'er recollections: now we clap
+ Our hands, and cry, `Eureka!' it is clear\textemdash
+When but some false mirage of ruin rises near.
+
+
+ Alas, the lofty city! and alas
+ The trebly hundred triumphs! and the day
+ When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass
+ The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away!
+ Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay,
+ And Livy's pictured page! But these shall be
+ Her resurrection; all beside---decay.
+ Alas for Earth, for never shall we see
+That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free!
+
+
+ O thou, whose chariot rolled on Fortune's wheel,
+ Triumphant Sylla! Thou, who didst subdue
+ Thy country's foes ere thou wouldst pause to feel
+ The wrath of thy own wrongs, or reap the due
+ Of hoarded vengeance till thine eagles flew
+ O'er prostrate Asia;---thou, who with thy frown
+ Annihilated senates---Roman, too,
+ With all thy vices, for thou didst lay down
+With an atoning smile a more than earthly crown\textemdash
+
+
+ The dictatorial wreath,---couldst thou divine
+ To what would one day dwindle that which made
+ Thee more than mortal? and that so supine
+ By aught than Romans Rome should thus be laid?
+ She who was named eternal, and arrayed
+ Her warriors but to conquer---she who veiled
+ Earth with her haughty shadow, and displayed
+ Until the o'er-canopied horizon failed,
+Her rushing wings---Oh! she who was almighty hailed!
+
+
+ Sylla was first of victors; but our own,
+ The sagest of usurpers, Cromwell!---he
+ Too swept off senates while he hewed the throne
+ Down to a block---immortal rebel! See
+ What crimes it costs to be a moment free
+ And famous through all ages! But beneath
+ His fate the moral lurks of destiny;
+ His day of double victory and death
+Beheld him win two realms, and, happier, yield his breath.
+
+
+ The third of the same moon whose former course
+ Had all but crowned him, on the self-same day
+ Deposed him gently from his throne of force,
+ And laid him with the earth's preceding clay.
+ And showed not Fortune thus how fame and sway,
+ And all we deem delightful, and consume
+ Our souls to compass through each arduous way,
+ Are in her eyes less happy than the tomb?
+Were they but so in man's, how different were his doom!
+
+
+ And thou, dread statue! yet existent in
+ The austerest form of naked majesty,
+ Thou who beheldest, mid the assassins' din,
+ At thy bathed base the bloody Caesar lie,
+ Folding his robe in dying dignity,
+ An offering to thine altar from the queen
+ Of gods and men, great Nemesis! did he die,
+ And thou, too, perish, Pompey? have ye been
+Victors of countless kings, or puppets of a scene?
+
+
+ And thou, the thunder-stricken nurse of Rome!
+ She-wolf! whose brazen-imaged dugs impart
+ The milk of conquest yet within the dome
+ Where, as a monument of antique art,
+ Thou standest: ---Mother of the mighty heart,
+ Which the great founder sucked from thy wild teat,
+ Scorched by the Roman Jove's ethereal dart,
+ And thy limbs blacked with lightning---dost thou yet
+Guard thine immortal cubs, nor thy fond charge forget?
+
+
+ Thou dost;---but all thy foster-babes are dead\textemdash
+ The men of iron; and the world hath reared
+ Cities from out their sepulchres: men bled
+ In imitation of the things they feared,
+ And fought and conquered, and the same course steered,
+ At apish distance; but as yet none have,
+ Nor could, the same supremacy have neared,
+ Save one vain man, who is not in the grave,
+But, vanquished by himself, to his own slaves a slave,
+
+
+ The fool of false dominion---and a kind
+ Of bastard Caesar, following him of old
+ With steps unequal; for the Roman's mind
+ Was modelled in a less terrestrial mould,
+ With passions fiercer, yet a judgment cold,
+ And an immortal instinct which redeemed
+ The frailties of a heart so soft, yet bold.
+ Alcides with the distaff now he seemed
+At Cleopatra's feet, and now himself he beamed.
+
+
+ And came, and saw, and conquered. But the man
+ Who would have tamed his eagles down to flee,
+ Like a trained falcon, in the Gallic van,
+ Which he, in sooth, long led to victory,
+ With a deaf heart which never seemed to be
+ A listener to itself, was strangely framed;
+ With but one weakest weakness---vanity:
+ Coquettish in ambition, still he aimed
+At what? Can he avouch, or answer what he claimed?
+
+
+ And would be all or nothing---nor could wait
+ For the sure grave to level him; few years
+ Had fixed him with the Caesars in his fate,
+ On whom we tread: For \textit{this} the conqueror rears
+ The arch of triumph! and for this the tears
+ And blood of earth flow on as they have flowed,
+ An universal deluge, which appears
+ Without an ark for wretched man's abode,
+And ebbs but to reflow!---Renew thy rainbow, God!
+
+
+ What from this barren being do we reap?
+ Our senses narrow, and our reason frail,
+ Life short, and truth a gem which loves the deep,
+ And all things weighed in custom's falsest scale;
+ Opinion an omnipotence, whose veil
+ Mantles the earth with darkness, until right
+ And wrong are accidents, and men grow pale
+ Lest their own judgments should become too bright,
+And their free thoughts be crimes, and earth have too much light.
+
+
+ And thus they plod in sluggish misery,
+ Rotting from sire to son, and age to age,
+ Proud of their trampled nature, and so die,
+ Bequeathing their hereditary rage
+ To the new race of inborn slaves, who wage
+ War for their chains, and rather than be free,
+ Bleed gladiator-like, and still engage
+ Within the same arena where they see
+Their fellows fall before, like leaves of the same tree.
+
+
+ I speak not of men's creeds---they rest between
+ Man and his Maker---but of things allowed,
+ Averred, and known,---and daily, hourly seen\textemdash
+ The yoke that is upon us doubly bowed,
+ And the intent of tyranny avowed,
+ The edict of Earth's rulers, who are grown
+ The apes of him who humbled once the proud,
+ And shook them from their slumbers on the throne;
+Too glorious, were this all his mighty arm had done.
+
+
+ Can tyrants but by tyrants conquered be,
+ And Freedom find no champion and no child
+ Such as Columbia saw arise when she
+ Sprung forth a Pallas, armed and undefiled?
+ Or must such minds be nourished in the wild,
+ Deep in the unpruned forest, midst the roar
+ Of cataracts, where nursing nature smiled
+ On infant Washington? Has Earth no more
+Such seeds within her breast, or Europe no such shore?
+
+
+ But France got drunk with blood to vomit crime,
+ And fatal have her Saturnalia been
+ To Freedom's cause, in every age and clime;
+ Because the deadly days which we have seen,
+ And vile Ambition, that built up between
+ Man and his hopes an adamantine wall,
+ And the base pageant last upon the scene,
+ Are grown the pretext for the eternal thrall
+Which nips Life's tree, and dooms man's worst---his second fall.
+
+ Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,
+ Streams like the thunder-storm \textit{against} the wind;
+ Thy trumpet-voice, though broken now and dying,
+ The loudest still the tempest leaves behind;
+ Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind,
+ Chopped by the axe, looks rough and little worth,
+ But the sap lasts,---and still the seed we find
+ Sown deep, even in the bosom of the North;
+So shall a better spring less bitter fruit bring forth.
+
+
+ There is a stern round tower of other days,
+ Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone,
+ Such as an army's baffled strength delays,
+ Standing with half its battlements alone,
+ And with two thousand years of ivy grown,
+ The garland of eternity, where wave
+ The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown:
+ What was this tower of strength? within its cave
+What treasure lay so locked, so hid?---A woman's grave.
+
+
+ But who was she, the lady of the dead,
+ Tombed in a palace? Was she chaste and fair?
+ Worthy a king's---or more---a Roman's bed?
+ What race of chiefs and heroes did she bear?
+ What daughter of her beauties was the heir?
+ How lived---how loved---how died she? Was she not
+ So honoured---and conspicuously there,
+ Where meaner relics must not dare to rot,
+Placed to commemorate a more than mortal lot?
+
+
+ Was she as those who love their lords, or they
+ Who love the lords of others? such have been
+ Even in the olden time, Rome's annals say.
+ Was she a matron of Cornelia's mien,
+ Or the light air of Egypt's graceful queen,
+ Profuse of joy; or 'gainst it did she war,
+ Inveterate in virtue? Did she lean
+ To the soft side of the heart, or wisely bar
+Love from amongst her griefs?---for such the affections are.
+
+
+ Perchance she died in youth: it may be, bowed
+ With woes far heavier than the ponderous tomb
+ That weighed upon her gentle dust, a cloud
+ Might gather o'er her beauty, and a gloom
+ In her dark eye, prophetic of the doom
+ Heaven gives its favourites---early death; yet shed
+ A sunset charm around her, and illume
+ With hectic light, the Hesperus of the dead,
+Of her consuming cheek the autumnal leaf-like red.
+
+
+ Perchance she died in age---surviving all,
+ Charms, kindred, children---with the silver grey
+ On her long tresses, which might yet recall,
+ It may be, still a something of the day
+ When they were braided, and her proud array
+ And lovely form were envied, praised, and eyed
+ By Rome---But whither would Conjecture stray?
+ Thus much alone we know---Metella died,
+The wealthiest Roman's wife: Behold his love or pride!
+
+
+ I know not why---but standing thus by thee
+ It seems as if I had thine inmate known,
+ Thou Tomb! and other days come back on me
+ With recollected music, though the tone
+ Is changed and solemn, like the cloudy groan
+ Of dying thunder on the distant wind;
+ Yet could I seat me by this ivied stone
+ Till I had bodied forth the heated mind,
+Forms from the floating wreck which ruin leaves behind;
+
+
+ And from the planks, far shattered o'er the rocks,
+ Built me a little bark of hope, once more
+ To battle with the ocean and the shocks
+ Of the loud breakers, and the ceaseless roar
+ Which rushes on the solitary shore
+ Where all lies foundered that was ever dear:
+ But could I gather from the wave-worn store
+ Enough for my rude boat, where should I steer?
+There woos no home, nor hope, nor life, save what is here.
+
+
+ Then let the winds howl on! their harmony
+ Shall henceforth be my music, and the night
+ The sound shall temper with the owlet's cry,
+ As I now hear them, in the fading light
+ Dim o'er the bird of darkness' native site,
+ Answer each other on the Palatine,
+ With their large eyes, all glistening grey and bright,
+ And sailing pinions.---Upon such a shrine
+What are our petty griefs?---let me not number mine.
+
+
+ Cypress and ivy, weed and wallflower grown
+ Matted and massed together, hillocks heaped
+ On what were chambers, arch crushed, column strown
+ In fragments, choked-up vaults, and frescoes steeped
+ In subterranean damps, where the owl peeped,
+ Deeming it midnight: ---Temples, baths, or halls?
+ Pronounce who can; for all that Learning reaped
+ From her research hath been, that these are walls\textemdash
+Behold the Imperial Mount! 'tis thus the mighty falls.
+
+
+ There is the moral of all human tales:
+ 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past,
+ First Freedom, and then Glory---when that fails,
+ Wealth, vice, corruption---barbarism at last.
+ And History, with all her volumes vast,
+ Hath but \textit{one} page,---'tis better written here,
+ Where gorgeous Tyranny hath thus amassed
+ All treasures, all delights, that eye or ear,
+Heart, soul could seek, tongue ask---Away with words! draw near,
+
+
+ Admire, exult---despise---laugh, weep---for here
+ There is such matter for all feeling: ---Man!
+ Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear,
+ Ages and realms are crowded in this span,
+ This mountain, whose obliterated plan
+ The pyramid of empires pinnacled,
+ Of Glory's gewgaws shining in the van
+ Till the sun's rays with added flame were filled!
+Where are its golden roofs? where those who dared to build?
+
+
+ Tully was not so eloquent as thou,
+ Thou nameless column with the buried base!
+ What are the laurels of the Caesar's brow?
+ Crown me with ivy from his dwelling-place.
+ Whose arch or pillar meets me in the face,
+ Titus or Trajan's? No; 'tis that of Time:
+ Triumph, arch, pillar, all he doth displace,
+ Scoffing; and apostolic statues climb
+To crush the imperial urn, whose ashes slept sublime,
+
+
+ Buried in air, the deep blue sky of Rome,
+ And looking to the stars; they had contained
+ A spirit which with these would find a home,
+ The last of those who o'er the whole earth reigned,
+ The Roman globe, for after none sustained
+ But yielded back his conquests: ---he was more
+ Than a mere Alexander, and unstained
+ With household blood and wine, serenely wore
+His sovereign virtues---still we Trajan's name adore.
+
+
+ Where is the rock of Triumph, the high place
+ Where Rome embraced her heroes? where the steep
+ Tarpeian---fittest goal of Treason's race,
+ The promontory whence the traitor's leap
+ Cured all ambition? Did the Conquerors heap
+ Their spoils here? Yes; and in yon field below,
+ A thousand years of silenced factions sleep\textemdash
+ The Forum, where the immortal accents glow,
+And still the eloquent air breathes---burns with Cicero!
+
+
+ The field of freedom, faction, fame, and blood:
+ Here a proud people's passions were exhaled,
+ From the first hour of empire in the bud
+ To that when further worlds to conquer failed;
+ But long before had Freedom's face been veiled,
+ And Anarchy assumed her attributes:
+ Till every lawless soldier who assailed
+ Trod on the trembling Senate's slavish mutes,
+Or raised the venal voice of baser prostitutes.
+
+
+ Then turn we to our latest tribune's name,
+ From her ten thousand tyrants turn to thee,
+ Redeemer of dark centuries of shame\textemdash
+ The friend of Petrarch---hope of Italy\textemdash
+ Rienzi! last of Romans! While the tree
+ Of freedom's withered trunk puts forth a leaf,
+ Even for thy tomb a garland let it be---
+ The forum's champion, and the people's chief\textemdash
+Her new-born Numa thou, with reign, alas! too brief.
+
+
+ Egeria! sweet creation of some heart
+ Which found no mortal resting-place so fair
+ As thine ideal breast; whate'er thou art
+ Or wert,---a young Aurora of the air,
+ The nympholepsy of some fond despair;
+ Or, it might be, a beauty of the earth,
+ Who found a more than common votary there
+ Too much adoring; whatsoe'er thy birth,
+Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
+
+
+ The mosses of thy fountain still are sprinkled
+ With thine Elysian water-drops; the face
+ Of thy cave-guarded spring, with years unwrinkled,
+ Reflects the meek-eyed genius of the place,
+ Whose green wild margin now no more erase
+ Art's works; nor must the delicate waters sleep,
+ Prisoned in marble, bubbling from the base
+ Of the cleft statue, with a gentle leap
+The rill runs o'er, and round, fern, flowers, and ivy creep,
+
+
+ Fantastically tangled; the green hills
+ Are clothed with early blossoms, through the grass
+ The quick-eyed lizard rustles, and the bills
+ Of summer birds sing welcome as ye pass;
+ Flowers fresh in hue, and many in their class,
+ Implore the pausing step, and with their dyes
+ Dance in the soft breeze in a fairy mass;
+ The sweetness of the violet's deep blue eyes,
+Kissed by the breath of heaven, seems coloured by its skies.
+
+
+ Here didst thou dwell, in this enchanted cover,
+ Egeria! thy all heavenly bosom beating
+ For the far footsteps of thy mortal lover;
+ The purple Midnight veiled that mystic meeting
+ With her most starry canopy, and seating
+ Thyself by thine adorer, what befell?
+ This cave was surely shaped out for the greeting
+ Of an enamoured Goddess, and the cell
+Haunted by holy Love---the earliest oracle!
+
+
+ And didst thou not, thy breast to his replying,
+ Blend a celestial with a human heart;
+ And Love, which dies as it was born, in sighing,
+ Share with immortal transports? could thine art
+ Make them indeed immortal, and impart
+ The purity of heaven to earthly joys,
+ Expel the venom and not blunt the dart\textemdash
+ The dull satiety which all destroys---
+And root from out the soul the deadly weed which cloys?
+
+
+ Alas! our young affections run to waste,
+ Or water but the desert: whence arise
+ But weeds of dark luxuriance, tares of haste,
+ Rank at the core, though tempting to the eyes,
+ Flowers whose wild odours breathe but agonies,
+ And trees whose gums are poison; such the plants
+ Which spring beneath her steps as Passion flies
+ O'er the world's wilderness, and vainly pants
+For some celestial fruit forbidden to our wants.
+
+
+ O Love! no habitant of earth thou art\textemdash
+ An unseen seraph, we believe in thee,---
+ A faith whose martyrs are the broken heart,
+ But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see,
+ The naked eye, thy form, as it should be;
+ The mind hath made thee, as it peopled heaven,
+ Even with its own desiring phantasy,
+ And to a thought such shape and image given,
+As haunts the unquenched soul---parched---wearied---wrung---and riven.
+
+
+ Of its own beauty is the mind diseased,
+ And fevers into false creation;---where,
+ Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized?
+ In him alone. Can Nature show so fair?
+ Where are the charms and virtues which we dare
+ Conceive in boyhood and pursue as men,
+ The unreached Paradise of our despair,
+ Which o'er-informs the pencil and the pen,
+And overpowers the page where it would bloom again.
+
+
+ Who loves, raves---'tis youth's frenzy---but the cure
+ Is bitterer still; as charm by charm unwinds
+ Which robed our idols, and we see too sure
+ Nor worth nor beauty dwells from out the mind's
+ Ideal shape of such; yet still it binds
+ The fatal spell, and still it draws us on,
+ Reaping the whirlwind from the oft-sown winds;
+ The stubborn heart, its alchemy begun,
+Seems ever near the prize---wealthiest when most undone.
+
+
+ We wither from our youth, we gasp away\textemdash
+ Sick---sick; unfound the boon, unslaked the thirst,
+ Though to the last, in verge of our decay,
+ Some phantom lures, such as we sought at first\textemdash
+ But all too late,---so are we doubly curst.
+ Love, fame, ambition, avarice---'tis the same\textemdash
+ Each idle, and all ill, and none the worst\textemdash
+ For all are meteors with a different name,
+And death the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.
+
+
+ Few---none---find what they love or could have loved:
+ Though accident, blind contact, and the strong
+ Necessity of loving, have removed
+ Antipathies---but to recur, ere long,
+ Envenomed with irrevocable wrong;
+ And Circumstance, that unspiritual god
+ And miscreator, makes and helps along
+ Our coming evils with a crutch-like rod,
+Whose touch turns hope to dust---the dust we all have trod.
+
+
+ Our life is a false nature---'tis not in
+ The harmony of things,---this hard decree,
+ This uneradicable taint of sin,
+ This boundless upas, this all-blasting tree,
+ Whose root is earth, whose leaves and branches be
+ The skies which rain their plagues on men like dew\textemdash
+ Disease, death, bondage, all the woes we see---
+ And worse, the woes we see not---which throb through
+The immedicable soul, with heart-aches ever new.
+
+
+ Yet let us ponder boldly---'tis a base
+ Abandonment of reason to resign
+ Our right of thought---our last and only place
+ Of refuge; this, at least, shall still be mine:
+ Though from our birth the faculty divine
+ Is chained and tortured---cabined, cribbed, confined,
+ And bred in darkness, lest the truth should shine
+ Too brightly on the unprepared mind,
+The beam pours in, for time and skill will couch the blind.
+
+
+ Arches on arches! as it were that Rome,
+ Collecting the chief trophies of her line,
+ Would build up all her triumphs in one dome,
+ Her Coliseum stands; the moonbeams shine
+ As 'twere its natural torches, for divine
+ Should be the light which streams here, to illume
+ This long explored but still exhaustless mine
+ Of contemplation; and the azure gloom
+Of an Italian night, where the deep skies assume
+
+
+ Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven,
+ Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument,
+ And shadows forth its glory. There is given
+ Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent,
+ A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant
+ His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power
+ And magic in the ruined battlement,
+ For which the palace of the present hour
+Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
+
+
+ O Time! the beautifier of the dead,
+ Adorner of the ruin, comforter
+ And only healer when the heart hath bled\textemdash
+ Time! the corrector where our judgments err,
+ The test of truth, love,---sole philosopher,
+ For all beside are sophists, from thy thrift,
+ Which never loses though it doth defer\textemdash
+ Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift
+My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift:
+
+
+ Amidst this wreck, where thou hast made a shrine
+ And temple more divinely desolate,
+ Among thy mightier offerings here are mine,
+ Ruins of years---though few, yet full of fate:
+ If thou hast ever seen me too elate,
+ Hear me not; but if calmly I have borne
+ Good, and reserved my pride against the hate
+ Which shall not whelm me, let me not have worn
+This iron in my soul in vain---shall \textit{they} not mourn?
+
+
+ And thou, who never yet of human wrong
+ Left the unbalanced scale, great Nemesis!
+ Here, where the ancients paid thee homage long\textemdash
+ Thou, who didst call the Furies from the abyss,
+ And round Orestes bade them howl and hiss
+ For that unnatural retribution---just,
+ Had it but been from hands less near---in this
+ Thy former realm, I call thee from the dust!
+Dost thou not hear my heart?---Awake! thou shalt, and must.
+
+
+ It is not that I may not have incurred
+ For my ancestral faults or mine the wound
+ I bleed withal, and had it been conferred
+ With a just weapon, it had flowed unbound.
+ But now my blood shall not sink in the ground;
+ To thee I do devote it---\textit{thou} shalt take
+ The vengeance, which shall yet be sought and found,
+ Which if \textit{I} have not taken for the sake\textemdash
+But let that pass---I sleep, but thou shalt yet awake.
+
+
+ And if my voice break forth, 'tis not that now
+ I shrink from what is suffered: let him speak
+ Who hath beheld decline upon my brow,
+ Or seen my mind's convulsion leave it weak;
+ But in this page a record will I seek.
+ Not in the air shall these my words disperse,
+ Though I be ashes; a far hour shall wreak
+ The deep prophetic fulness of this verse,
+And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse!
+
+
+ That curse shall be forgiveness.---Have I not\textemdash
+ Hear me, my mother Earth! behold it, Heaven!\textemdash
+ Have I not had to wrestle with my lot?
+ Have I not suffered things to be forgiven?
+ Have I not had my brain seared, my heart riven,
+ Hopes sapped, name blighted, Life's life lied away?
+ And only not to desperation driven,
+ Because not altogether of such clay
+As rots into the souls of those whom I survey.
+
+
+ From mighty wrongs to petty perfidy
+ Have I not seen what human things could do?
+ From the loud roar of foaming calumny
+ To the small whisper of the as paltry few
+ And subtler venom of the reptile crew,
+ The Janus glance of whose significant eye,
+ Learning to lie with silence, would \textit{seem} true,
+ And without utterance, save the shrug or sigh,
+Deal round to happy fools its speechless obloquy.
+
+
+ But I have lived, and have not lived in vain:
+ My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire,
+ And my frame perish even in conquering pain,
+ But there is that within me which shall tire
+ Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire:
+ Something unearthly, which they deem not of,
+ Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre,
+ Shall on their softened spirits sink, and move
+In hearts all rocky now the late remorse of love.
+
+
+ The seal is set.---Now welcome, thou dread Power
+ Nameless, yet thus omnipotent, which here
+ Walk'st in the shadow of the midnight hour
+ With a deep awe, yet all distinct from fear:
+ Thy haunts are ever where the dead walls rear
+ Their ivy mantles, and the solemn scene
+ Derives from thee a sense so deep and clear
+ That we become a part of what has been,
+And grow unto the spot, all-seeing but unseen.
+
+
+ And here the buzz of eager nations ran,
+ In murmured pity, or loud-roared applause,
+ As man was slaughtered by his fellow-man.
+ And wherefore slaughtered? wherefore, but because
+ Such were the bloody circus' genial laws,
+ And the imperial pleasure.---Wherefore not?
+ What matters where we fall to fill the maws
+ Of worms---on battle-plains or listed spot?
+Both are but theatres where the chief actors rot.
+
+
+ I see before me the Gladiator lie:
+ He leans upon his hand---his manly brow
+ Consents to death, but conquers agony,
+ And his drooped head sinks gradually low\textemdash
+ And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow
+ From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one,
+ Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now
+ The arena swims around him: he is gone,
+Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
+
+
+ He heard it, but he heeded not---his eyes
+ Were with his heart, and that was far away;
+ He recked not of the life he lost nor prize,
+ But where his rude hut by the Danube lay,
+ \textit{There} were his young barbarians all at play,
+ \textit{There} was their Dacian mother---he, their sire,
+ Butchered to make a Roman holiday\textemdash
+ All this rushed with his blood---Shall he expire,
+And unavenged?---Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
+
+
+ But here, where murder breathed her bloody steam;
+ And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways,
+ And roared or murmured like a mountain-stream
+ Dashing or winding as its torrent strays;
+ Here, where the Roman million's blame or praise
+ Was death or life, the playthings of a crowd,
+ My voice sounds much---and fall the stars' faint rays
+ On the arena void---seats crushed, walls bowed,
+And galleries, where my steps seem echoes strangely loud.
+
+
+ A ruin---yet what ruin! from its mass
+ Walls, palaces, half-cities, have been reared;
+ Yet oft the enormous skeleton ye pass,
+ And marvel where the spoil could have appeared.
+ Hath it indeed been plundered, or but cleared?
+ Alas! developed, opens the decay,
+ When the colossal fabric's form is neared:
+ It will not bear the brightness of the day,
+Which streams too much on all, years, man, have reft away.
+
+
+ But when the rising moon begins to climb
+ Its topmost arch, and gently pauses there;
+ When the stars twinkle through the loops of time,
+ And the low night-breeze waves along the air,
+ The garland-forest, which the grey walls wear,
+ Like laurels on the bald first Caesar's head;
+ When the light shines serene, but doth not glare,
+ Then in this magic circle raise the dead:
+Heroes have trod this spot---'tis on their dust ye tread.
+
+
+ `While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;
+ When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
+ And when Rome falls---the World.' From our own land
+ Thus spake the pilgrims o'er this mighty wall
+ In Saxon times, which we are wont to call
+ Ancient; and these three mortal things are still
+ On their foundations, and unaltered all;
+ Rome and her Ruin past Redemption's skill,
+The World, the same wide den---of thieves, or what ye will.
+
+ Simple, erect, severe, austere, sublime\textemdash
+ Shrine of all saints and temple of all gods,
+ From Jove to Jesus---spared and blest by time;
+ Looking tranquillity, while falls or nods
+ Arch, empire, each thing round thee, and man plods
+ His way through thorns to ashes---glorious dome!
+ Shalt thou not last?---Time's scythe and tyrants' rods
+ Shiver upon thee---sanctuary and home
+Of art and piety---Pantheon!---pride of Rome!
+
+
+ Relic of nobler days, and noblest arts!
+ Despoiled yet perfect, with thy circle spreads
+ A holiness appealing to all hearts---
+ To art a model; and to him who treads
+ Rome for the sake of ages, Glory sheds
+ Her light through thy sole aperture; to those
+ Who worship, here are altars for their beads;
+ And they who feel for genius may repose
+Their eyes on honoured forms, whose busts around them close.
+
+
+ There is a dungeon, in whose dim drear light
+ What do I gaze on? Nothing: Look again!
+ Two forms are slowly shadowed on my sight\textemdash
+ Two insulated phantoms of the brain:
+ It is not so: I see them full and plain\textemdash
+ An old man, and a female young and fair,
+ Fresh as a nursing mother, in whose vein
+ The blood is nectar: ---but what doth she there,
+With her unmantled neck, and bosom white and bare?
+
+
+ Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life,
+ Where \textit{on} the heart and \textit{from} the heart we took
+ Our first and sweetest nurture, when the wife,
+ Blest into mother, in the innocent look,
+ Or even the piping cry of lips that brook
+ No pain and small suspense, a joy perceives
+ Man knows not, when from out its cradled nook
+ She sees her little bud put forth its leaves\textemdash
+What may the fruit be yet?---I know not---Cain was Eve's.
+
+
+ But here youth offers to old age the food,
+ The milk of his own gift: ---it is her sire
+ To whom she renders back the debt of blood
+ Born with her birth. No; he shall not expire
+ While in those warm and lovely veins the fire
+ Of health and holy feeling can provide
+ Great Nature's Nile, whose deep stream rises higher
+ Than Egypt's river: ---from that gentle side
+Drink, drink and live, old man! heaven's realm holds no such tide.
+
+
+ The starry fable of the milky way
+ Has not thy story's purity; it is
+ A constellation of a sweeter ray,
+ And sacred Nature triumphs more in this
+ Reverse of her decree, than in the abyss
+ Where sparkle distant worlds: ---Oh, holiest nurse!
+ No drop of that clear stream its way shall miss
+ To thy sire's heart, replenishing its source
+With life, as our freed souls rejoin the universe.
+
+
+ Turn to the mole which Hadrian reared on high,
+ Imperial mimic of old Egypt's piles,
+ Colossal copyist of deformity,
+ Whose travelled phantasy from the far Nile's
+ Enormous model, doomed the artist's toils
+ To build for giants, and for his vain earth,
+ His shrunken ashes, raise this dome: How smiles
+ The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth,
+To view the huge design which sprung from such a birth!
+
+
+ But lo! the dome---the vast and wondrous dome,
+ To which Diana's marvel was a cell---
+ Christ's mighty shrine above his martyr's tomb!
+ I have beheld the Ephesian's miracle---
+ Its columns strew the wilderness, and dwell
+ The hyaena and the jackal in their shade;
+ I have beheld Sophia's bright roofs swell
+ Their glittering mass i' the sun, and have surveyed
+Its sanctuary the while the usurping Moslem prayed;
+
+
+ But thou, of temples old, or altars new,
+ Standest alone---with nothing like to thee\textemdash
+ Worthiest of God, the holy and the true,
+ Since Zion's desolation, when that he
+ Forsook his former city, what could be,
+ Of earthly structures, in his honour piled,
+ Of a sublimer aspect? Majesty,
+ Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled
+In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
+
+
+ Enter: its grandeur overwhelms thee not;
+ And why? it is not lessened; but thy mind,
+ Expanded by the genius of the spot,
+ Has grown colossal, and can only find
+ A fit abode wherein appear enshrined
+ Thy hopes of immortality; and thou
+ Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined,
+ See thy God face to face, as thou dost now
+His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.
+
+
+ Thou movest---but increasing with th' advance,
+ Like climbing some great Alp, which still doth rise,
+ Deceived by its gigantic elegance;
+ Vastness which grows---but grows to harmonise\textemdash
+ All musical in its immensities;
+ Rich marbles---richer painting---shrines where flame
+ The lamps of gold---and haughty dome which vies
+ In air with Earth's chief structures, though their frame
+Sits on the firm-set ground---and this the clouds must claim.
+
+
+ Thou seest not all; but piecemeal thou must break
+ To separate contemplation, the great whole;
+ And as the ocean many bays will make,
+ That ask the eye---so here condense thy soul
+ To more immediate objects, and control
+ Thy thoughts until thy mind hath got by heart
+ Its eloquent proportions, and unroll
+ In mighty graduations, part by part,
+The glory which at once upon thee did not dart.
+
+
+ Not by its fault---but thine: Our outward sense
+ Is but of gradual grasp---and as it is
+ That what we have of feeling most intense
+ Outstrips our faint expression; e'en so this
+ Outshining and o'erwhelming edifice
+ Fools our fond gaze, and greatest of the great
+ Defies at first our nature's littleness,
+ Till, growing with its growth, we thus dilate
+Our spirits to the size of that they contemplate.
+
+
+ Then pause and be enlightened; there is more
+ In such a survey than the sating gaze
+ Of wonder pleased, or awe which would adore
+ The worship of the place, or the mere praise
+ Of art and its great masters, who could raise
+ What former time, nor skill, nor thought could plan;
+ The fountain of sublimity displays
+ Its depth, and thence may draw the mind of man
+Its golden sands, and learn what great conceptions can.
+
+
+ Or, turning to the Vatican, go see
+ Laocoon's torture dignifying pain\textemdash
+ A father's love and mortal's agony
+ With an immortal's patience blending: ---Vain
+ The struggle; vain, against the coiling strain
+ And gripe, and deepening of the dragon's grasp,
+ The old man's clench; the long envenomed chain
+ Rivets the living links,---the enormous asp
+Enforces pang on pang, and stifles gasp on gasp.
+
+
+ Or view the Lord of the unerring bow,
+ The God of life, and poesy, and light\textemdash
+ The Sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow
+ All radiant from his triumph in the fight;
+ The shaft hath just been shot---the arrow bright
+ With an immortal's vengeance; in his eye
+ And nostril beautiful disdain, and might
+ And majesty, flash their full lightnings by,
+Developing in that one glance the Deity.
+
+
+ But in his delicate form---a dream of Love,
+ Shaped by some solitary nymph, whose breast
+ Longed for a deathless lover from above,
+ And maddened in that vision---are expressed
+ All that ideal beauty ever blessed
+ The mind within its most unearthly mood,
+ When each conception was a heavenly guest\textemdash
+ A ray of immortality---and stood
+Starlike, around, until they gathered to a god?
+
+
+ And if it be Prometheus stole from heaven
+ The fire which we endure, it was repaid
+ By him to whom the energy was given
+ Which this poetic marble hath arrayed
+ With an eternal glory---which, if made
+ By human hands, is not of human thought
+ And Time himself hath hallowed it, nor laid
+ One ringlet in the dust---nor hath it caught
+A tinge of years, but breathes the flame with which 'twas wrought.
+
+
+ But where is he, the pilgrim of my song,
+ The being who upheld it through the past?
+ Methinks he cometh late and tarries long.
+ He is no more---these breathings are his last;
+ His wanderings done, his visions ebbing fast,
+ And he himself as nothing: ---if he was
+ Aught but a phantasy, and could be classed
+ With forms which live and suffer---let that pass\textemdash
+His shadow fades away into Destruction's mass,
+
+
+ Which gathers shadow, substance, life, and all
+ That we inherit in its mortal shroud,
+ And spreads the dim and universal pall
+ Thro' which all things grow phantoms; and the cloud
+ Between us sinks and all which ever glowed,
+ Till Glory's self is twilight, and displays
+ A melancholy halo scarce allowed
+ To hover on the verge of darkness; rays
+Sadder than saddest night, for they distract the gaze,
+
+
+ And send us prying into the abyss,
+ To gather what we shall be when the frame
+ Shall be resolved to something less than this
+ Its wretched essence; and to dream of fame,
+ And wipe the dust from off the idle name
+ We never more shall hear,---but never more,
+ Oh, happier thought! can we be made the same:
+ It is enough, in sooth, that \textit{once} we bore
+These fardels of the heart---the heart whose sweat was gore.
+
+
+ Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds,
+ A long, low distant murmur of dread sound,
+ Such as arises when a nation bleeds
+ With some deep and immedicable wound;
+ Through storm and darkness yawns the rending ground.
+ The gulf is thick with phantoms, but the chief
+ Seems royal still, though with her head discrowned,
+ And pale, but lovely, with maternal grief
+She clasps a babe, to whom her breast yields no relief.
+
+
+ Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou?
+ Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead?
+ Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low
+ Some less majestic, less beloved head?
+ In the sad midnight, while thy heart still bled,
+ The mother of a moment, o'er thy boy,
+ Death hushed that pang for ever: with thee fled
+ The present happiness and promised joy
+Which filled the imperial isles so full it seemed to cloy.
+
+
+ Peasants bring forth in safety.---Can it be,
+ O thou that wert so happy, so adored!
+ Those who weep not for kings shall weep for thee,
+ And Freedom's heart, grown heavy, cease to hoard
+ Her many griefs for One; for she had poured
+ Her orisons for thee, and o'er thy head
+ Beheld her Iris.---Thou, too, lonely lord,
+ And desolate consort---vainly wert thou wed!
+The husband of a year! the father of the dead!
+
+
+ Of sackcloth was thy wedding garment made:
+ Thy bridal's fruit is ashes; in the dust
+ The fair-haired Daughter of the Isles is laid,
+ The love of millions! How we did entrust
+ Futurity to her! and, though it must
+ Darken above our bones, yet fondly deemed
+ Our children should obey her child, and blessed
+ Her and her hoped-for seed, whose promise seemed
+Like star to shepherd's eyes; 'twas but a meteor beamed.
+
+
+ Woe unto us, not her; for she sleeps well:
+ The fickle reek of popular breath, the tongue
+ Of hollow counsel, the false oracle,
+ Which from the birth of monarchy hath rung
+ Its knell in princely ears, till the o'erstrung
+ Nations have armed in madness, the strange fate
+ Which tumbles mightiest sovereigns, and hath flung
+ Against their blind omnipotence a weight
+Within the opposing scale, which crushes soon or late,\textemdash
+
+
+ These might have been her destiny; but no,
+ Our hearts deny it: and so young, so fair,
+ Good without effort, great without a foe;
+ But now a bride and mother---and now \textit{there}!
+ How many ties did that stern moment tear!
+ From thy Sire's to his humblest subject's breast
+ Is linked the electric chain of that despair,
+ Whose shock was as an earthquake's, and oppressed
+The land which loved thee so, that none could love thee best.
+
+
+ Lo, Nemi! navelled in the woody hills
+ So far, that the uprooting wind which tears
+ The oak from his foundation, and which spills
+ The ocean o'er its boundary, and bears
+ Its foam against the skies, reluctant spares
+ The oval mirror of thy glassy lake;
+ And, calm as cherished hate, its surface wears
+ A deep cold settled aspect nought can shake,
+All coiled into itself and round, as sleeps the snake.
+
+
+ And near Albano's scarce divided waves
+ Shine from a sister valley;---and afar
+ The Tiber winds, and the broad ocean laves
+ The Latian coast where sprung the Epic war,
+ `Arms and the Man,' whose reascending star
+ Rose o'er an empire,---but beneath thy right
+ Tully reposed from Rome;---and where yon bar
+ Of girdling mountains intercepts the sight,
+The Sabine farm was tilled, the weary bard's delight.
+
+
+ But I forget.---My pilgrim's shrine is won,
+ And he and I must part,---so let it be,\textemdash
+ His task and mine alike are nearly done;
+ Yet once more let us look upon the sea:
+ The midland ocean breaks on him and me,
+ And from the Alban mount we now behold
+ Our friend of youth, that ocean, which when we
+ Beheld it last by Calpe's rock unfold
+Those waves, we followed on till the dark Euxine rolled
+
+
+ Upon the blue Symplegades: long years\textemdash
+ Long, though not very many---since have done
+ Their work on both; some suffering and some tears
+ Have left us nearly where we had begun:
+ Yet not in vain our mortal race hath run,
+ We have had our reward---and it is here;
+ That we can yet feel gladdened by the sun,
+ And reap from earth, sea, joy almost as dear
+As if there were no man to trouble what is clear.
+
+
+ Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place,
+ With one fair Spirit for my minister,
+ That I might all forget the human race,
+ And, hating no one, love but only her!
+ Ye Elements!---in whose ennobling stir
+ I feel myself exalted---can ye not
+ Accord me such a being? Do I err
+ In deeming such inhabit many a spot?
+Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.
+
+
+ There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
+ There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
+ There is society where none intrudes,
+ By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
+ I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
+ From these our interviews, in which I steal
+ From all I may be, or have been before,
+ To mingle with the Universe, and feel
+What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
+
+ Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean---roll!
+ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
+ Man marks the earth with ruin---his control
+ Stops with the shore;---upon the watery plain
+ The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
+ A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
+ When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
+ He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
+Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
+
+
+ His steps are not upon thy paths,---thy fields
+ Are not a spoil for him,---thou dost arise
+ And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
+ For earth's destruction thou dost all despise,
+ Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
+ And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray
+ And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
+ His petty hope in some near port or bay,
+And dashest him again to earth: ---there let him lay.
+
+
+ The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
+ Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
+ And monarchs tremble in their capitals.
+ The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
+ Their clay creator the vain title take
+ Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;
+ These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake,
+ They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar
+Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
+
+
+ Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee\textemdash
+ Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
+ Thy waters wasted them while they were free
+ And many a tyrant since: their shores obey
+ The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay
+ Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou,
+ Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play\textemdash
+ Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow\textemdash
+Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
+
+
+ Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
+ Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,
+ Calm or convulsed---in breeze, or gale, or storm,
+ Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
+ Dark-heaving;---boundless, endless, and sublime\textemdash
+ The image of Eternity---the throne
+ Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime
+ The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
+Obeys thee: thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
+
+
+ And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
+ Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
+ Borne like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
+ I wantoned with thy breakers---they to me
+ Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
+ Made them a terror---'twas a pleasing fear,
+ For I was as it were a child of thee,
+ And trusted to thy billows far and near,
+And laid my hand upon thy mane---as I do here.
+
+
+ My task is done---my song hath ceased---my theme
+ Has died into an echo; it is fit
+ The spell should break of this protracted dream.
+ The torch shall be extinguished which hath lit
+ My midnight lamp---and what is writ, is writ\textemdash
+ Would it were worthier! but I am not now
+ That which I have been---and my visions flit
+ Less palpably before me---and the glow
+Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low.
+
+
+ Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been\textemdash
+ A sound which makes us linger; yet, farewell!
+ Ye, who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene
+ Which is his last, if in your memories dwell
+ A thought which once was his, if on ye swell
+ A single recollection, not in vain
+ He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop shell;
+ Farewell! with \textit{Him} alone may rest the pain,
+If such there were---with \textit{you}, the moral of his strain.
+
+
+\endVersus
+
+\end{document}
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+\titulus{Cántico espiritual}
+\subt {Canciones entre el Alma y el esposo}
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+\persona {La Esposa}
+
+ \incipit{¿Adónde} te escondiste,
+ Amado, y me dejaste con gemido?
+ Como el ciervo huiste,
+ habiéndome herido;
+ salí tras ti clamando, y eras ido.
+
+ Pastores, los que fuerdes
+ allá por las majadas al otero,
+ si por ventura vierdes
+ aquel que yo más quiero,
+ decilde que adolezco, peno y muero.
+
+ Buscando mis amores
+ iré por esos montes y riberas;
+ ni cogeré las flores
+ ni temeré las fieras;
+ y pasaré los fuertes y fronteras.
+
+ ¡Oh, bosques y espesuras
+ plantadas por la mano del Amado!
+ ¡Oh, prado de verduras,
+ de flores esmaltado!
+ Decid si por vosotros ha pasado.
+
+\persona {Respuesta de las criaturas}
+
+ Mil gracias derramando
+ pasó por estos sotos con presura,
+ y, yéndolos mirando,
+ con sola su figura
+ vestidos los dejó de hermosura.
+
+
+\persona {La esposa}
+
+ ¡Ay! ¿Quién podrá sanarme?
+ Acaba de entregarte ya de vero;
+ no quieras enviarme
+ de hoy más ya mensajero,
+ que no saben decirme lo que quiero.
+
+ Y todos cuantos vagan
+ de ti me van mil gracias refiriendo;
+ y todos más me llagan,
+ y déjame muriendo
+ un no sé qué que quedan balbuciendo.
+
+ Mas, ¿cómo perseveras,
+ ¡oh, vida!, no viviendo donde vives
+ y haciendo porque mueras
+ las flechas que recibes
+ de lo que del Amado en ti concibes?
+
+ ¿Por qué, pues has llagado
+ aqueste corazón, no le sanaste?
+ Y, pues me le has robado,
+ ¿por qué así le dejaste
+ y no tomas el robo que robaste?
+
+ Apaga mis enojos,
+ pues que ninguno basta a deshacellos;
+ Y véante mis ojos,
+ pues eres lumbre dellos
+ y solo para ti quiero tenellos.
+
+ Descubre tu presencia,
+ y máteme tu vista y hermosura;
+ mira que la dolencia
+ de amor que no se cura
+ sino con la presencia y la figura.
+
+ ¡Oh, cristalina fuente!
+ ¡Si en esos tus semblantes plateados
+ formases de repente
+ los ojos deseados
+ que tengo en mis entrañas dibujados...!
+
+ ¡Apártalos, Amado,
+ que voy de vuelo! \\
+
+
+\persona {El esposo}
+
+ Vuélvete, paloma,
+ que el ciervo vulnerado
+ por el otero asoma
+ al aire de tu vuelo, y fresco toma.
+
+\persona {La esposa}
+
+ Mi Amado, las montañas,
+ los valles solitarios nemorosos,
+ las ínsulas extrañas,
+ los ríos sonorosos,
+ el silbo de los aires amorosos,
+
+ la noche sosegada
+ en par de los levantes del aurora,
+ la música callada,
+ la soledad sonora,
+ la cena que recrea y enamora.
+
+ Cazadnos las raposas,
+ que está ya florecida nuestra viña,
+ en tanto que de rosas
+ hacemos una piña,
+ y no parezca nadie en la montiña.
+
+ Detente, cierzo muerto.
+ Ven, austro, que recuerdas los amores;
+ aspira por mi huerto
+ y corran tus olores,
+ y pacerá el Amado entre las flores.
+
+ ¡Oh, ninfas de Judea!
+ En tanto que en las flores y rosales
+ el ámbar perfumea,
+ morá en los arrabales,
+ y no queráis tocar nuestros umbrales.
+
+ Escóndete, Carillo,
+ y mira con tu haz a las montañas,
+ y no quieras decillo;
+ mas mira las compañas
+ de la que va por ínsulas extrañas.
+
+\persona {El esposo}
+
+ A las aves ligeras,
+ leones, ciervos, gamos saltadores,
+ montes, valles, riberas,
+ aguas, aires, ardores
+ y miedos de las noches veladores.
+
+ Por las amenas liras
+ y canto de serenas os conjuro
+ que cesen vuestras iras
+ y no toquéis al muro,
+ porque la Esposa duerma más seguro.
+
+ Entrádose ha la Esposa
+ en el ameno huerto deseado,
+ y a su sabor reposa
+ el cuello reclinado
+ sobre los dulces brazos del Amado.
+
+ Debajo del manzano:
+ allí conmigo fuiste desposada,
+ allí te di la mano
+ y fuiste reparada
+ donde tu madre fuera violada.
+
+\persona {La esposa}
+
+ Nuestro lecho florido
+ de cuevas de leones enlazado,
+ en púrpura tendido,
+ de paz edificado,
+ de mil escudos de oro coronado.
+
+ A zaga de tu huella
+ las jóvenes discurren al camino,
+ al toque de centella,
+ al adobado vino,
+ emisiones de bálsamo divino.
+
+ En la interior bodega
+ de mi Amado bebí, y cuando salía
+ por toda aquesta vega,
+ ya cosa no sabía,
+ y el ganado perdí que antes seguía.
+
+ Allí me dio su pecho,
+ allí me enseñó ciencia muy sabrosa,
+ y yo le di de hecho
+ a mí, sin dejar cosa;
+ allí le prometí de ser su Esposa.
+
+ Mi alma se ha empleado
+ y todo mi caudal en su servicio.
+ Ya no guardo ganado,
+ ni ya tengo otro oficio,
+ que ya solo en amar es mi ejercicio.
+
+ Pues ya si en el ejido
+ de hoy más no fuere vista ni hallada,
+ diréis que me he perdido,
+ que, andando enamorada,
+ me hice perdediza, y fui ganada.
+
+ De flores y esmeraldas,
+ en las frescas mañanas escogidas,
+ haremos las guirnaldas
+ en tu amor floridas
+ y en un cabello mío entretejidas.
+
+ En solo aquel cabello
+ que en mi cuello volar consideraste,
+ mirástele en mi cuello,
+ y en él preso quedaste,
+ y en uno de mis ojos te llagaste.
+
+ Cuando tú me mirabas,
+ su gracia en mí tus ojos imprimían;
+ por eso me adamabas,
+ y en eso merecían
+ los míos adorar lo que en ti vían.
+
+ No quieras despreciarme,
+ que, si color moreno en mí hallaste,
+ ya bien puedes mirarme
+ después que me miraste,
+ que gracia y hermosura en mí dejaste.
+
+\persona {El esposo}
+
+ La blanca palomica
+ al arca con el ramo se ha tornado;
+ y ya la tortolica
+ al socio deseado
+ en las riberas verdes ha hallado.
+
+ En soledad vivía,
+ y en soledad ha puesto ya su nido;
+ y en soledad la guía
+ a solas su querido
+ también en soledad de amor herido.
+
+ Gocémonos, Amado;
+ y vámonos a ver en tu hermosura
+ al monte y al collado
+ do mana el agua pura;
+ entremos más adentro en la espesura.
+
+ Y luego a las subidas
+ cavernas de la piedra nos iremos,
+ que están bien escondidas,
+ y allí nos entraremos,
+ y el mosto de granadas gustaremos.
+
+ Allí me mostrarías
+ aquello que mi alma pretendía,
+ y luego me darías
+ allí tú, vida mía,
+ aquello que me diste el otro día.
+
+ El aspirar del aire,
+ el canto de la dulce filomena,
+ el soto y su donaire,
+ en la noche serena,
+ con llama que consume y no da pena.
+
+ Que nadie lo miraba,
+ Aminadab tampoco parecía;
+ y el cerco sosegaba,
+ y la caballería
+ a vista de las aguas descendía.
+
+
+\endDrama
+\end{poesia}
+
+\begin{poesia}
+
+\Forma \strophae {1{\penalty 10000}000{\penalty 10000}0}
+
+\titulus{Noche oscura}
+\subt {Canciones del alma que se goza de haber llegado al alto estado de la
+perfección, que es la unión con Dios, por el camino de la negación
+espiritual.}
+
+
+
+ En una noche oscura
+ con ansias en amores inflamada,
+ ¡oh, dichosa ventura!,
+ salí sin ser notada
+ estando ya mi casa sosegada.
+
+
+
+ A oscuras y segura,
+ por la secreta escala disfrazada,
+ ¡oh, dichosa ventura!,
+ a oscuras y encelada,
+ estando ya mi casa sosegada.
+
+
+
+ En la noche dichosa,
+ en secreto, que nadie me veía
+ ni yo miraba cosa,
+ sin otra luz y guía
+ sino la que en el corazón ardía.
+
+
+
+ Aquesta me guiaba
+ más cierto que la luz de mediodía,
+ adonde me esperaba
+ quien yo bien me sabía,
+ en parte donde nadie parecía.
+
+
+
+ ¡Oh, noche que guiaste!
+ ¡Oh, noche amable más que la alborada!
+ ¡Oh, noche que juntaste
+ Amado con amada,
+ amada en el Amado transformada!
+
+
+
+ En mi pecho florido,
+ que entero para él solo se guardaba,
+ allí quedó dormido,
+ y yo le regalaba,
+ y el ventalle de cedros aire daba.
+
+
+
+ El aire del almena
+ cuando yo sus cabellos esparcía,
+ con su mano serena
+ en mi cuello hería
+ y todos mis sentidos suspendía.
+
+
+
+ Quedeme y olvideme.
+ El rostro recliné sobre el Amado.
+ Cesó todo y dejeme
+ dejando mi cuidado
+ entre las azucenas olvidado.
+
+
+
+\end{poesia}
+
+\begin{poesia}
+
+\Forma \strophae {1{\penalty 10000}0000{\penalty 10000}0}
+
+\titulus{Llama de amor viva}
+\subt{Canciones del alma en la íntima comunicación\\de unión de amor de
+Dios.}
+
+
+ ¡Oh, llama de amor viva,
+ que tiernamente hieres
+ de mi alma en el más profundo centro!
+ Pues ya no eres esquiva,
+ acaba ya, si quieres;
+ rompe la tela de este dulce encuentro.
+
+
+
+ ¡Oh, cauterio suave!
+ ¡Oh, regalada llama!
+ ¡Oh, mano blanda! ¡Oh, toque delicado
+ que a vida eterna sabe
+ y toda deuda paga!
+ Matando muerte en vida la has trocado.
+
+
+
+
+ ¡Oh, lámparas de fuego
+ en cuyos resplandores
+ las profundas cavernas del sentido,
+ que estaba oscuro y ciego,
+ con extraños primores
+ calor y luz dan junto a su Querido!
+
+
+
+
+ ¡Cuán manso y amoroso
+ recuerdas en mi seno,
+ donde secretamente solo moras,
+ y en tu aspirar sabroso,
+ de bien y gloria lleno,
+ cuán delicadamente me enamoras!
+
+\end{poesia}
+
+
+\begin{poesia}
+
+
+\titulus{Coplas del mismo, hechas sobre un éxtasis\\
+ de harta contemplación}
+
+\Forma \strophae {100{2\leading}(1{\penalty 10000}00000{\penalty 10000}0}
+
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ Entreme donde no supe
+ y quedeme no sabiendo,
+ toda ciencia trascendiendo.
+}
+
+
+ Yo no supe dónde entraba,
+ porque, cuando allí me vi,
+ sin saber dónde me estaba,
+ grandes cosas entendí;
+ no diré lo que sentí,
+ que me quedé no sabiendo,
+{\Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ toda ciencia trascendiendo.
+}%
+
+
+
+ De paz y de piedad
+ era la ciencia perfecta,
+ en profunda soledad
+ entendida, vía recta;
+ era cosa tan secreta,
+ que me quedé balbuciendo,
+ \textit{toda ciencia trascendiendo.}
+
+
+
+ Estaba tan embebido,
+ tan absorto y ajenado,
+ que se quedó mi sentido
+ de todo sentir privado,
+ y el espíritu dotado
+ de un entender no entendiendo,
+ \textit{toda ciencia trascendiendo.}
+
+
+
+ Cuanto más alto se sube,
+ tanto menos se entendía,
+ que es la tenebrosa nube
+ que a la noche esclarecía;
+ por eso quien la sabía
+ queda siempre no sabiendo,
+ \textit{toda ciencia trascendiendo.}
+
+
+
+ El que allí llega de vero
+ de sí mismo desfallece;
+ cuanto sabía primero
+ mucho bajo le parece,
+ y su ciencia tanto crece
+ que se queda no sabiendo,
+ \textit{y su ciencia trascendiendo.}
+
+
+ Este saber no sabiendo
+ es de tan alto poder,
+ que los sabios arguyendo
+ jamás le pueden vencer,
+ que no llega su saber
+ a no entender entendiendo,
+ \textit{toda ciencia trascendiendo.}
+
+
+
+ Y es de tan alta excelencia
+ aqueste sumo saber,
+ que no hay facultad ni ciencia
+ que le puedan emprender;
+ quien se supiere vencer
+ con un no saber sabiendo,
+ \textit{irá siempre trascendiendo.}
+
+
+
+ Y, si lo queréis oír,
+ consiste esta suma ciencia
+ en un subido sentir
+ de la divinal esencia;
+ es obra de su clemencia
+ hacer quedar no entendiendo,
+ \textit{toda ciencia trascendiendo.}
+\end{poesia}
+
+
+\begin{poesia}
+
+\titulus{Coplas del alma que pena por ver a Dios}
+
+
+\Forma \strophae {100{2\leading plus .5\leading}(1{\penalty 10000}00000{\penalty 10000}0}
+
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+
+ Vivo sin vivir en mí
+ y de tal manera espero,
+ que muero porque no muero.
+
+}
+ En mí yo no vivo ya,
+ y sin Dios vivir no puedo,
+ pues sin él y sin mí quedo,
+ este vivir ¿qué será?
+ Mil muertes se me hará,
+ pues mi misma vida espero
+ \textit{muriendo porque no muero.}
+
+
+
+ Esta vida que yo vivo
+ es privación del vivir;
+ y así, es continuo morir
+ hasta que viva contigo.
+ Oye, mi Dios, lo que digo:
+ que esta vida no la quiero,
+ \textit{que muero porque no muero.}
+
+
+
+ Estando ausente de ti,
+ ¿qué vida puedo tener,
+ sino muerte padecer
+ la mayor que nunca vi?
+ Lástima tengo de mí,
+ pues de suerte persevero
+ \textit{que muero porque no muero.}
+
+
+
+ El pez que del agua sale
+ aun de alivio no carece,
+ que en la muerte que padece
+ al fin la muerte le vale.
+ ¿Qué muerte habrá que se iguale
+ a mi vivir lastimero,
+ \textit{pues si más vivo, más muero?}
+
+
+
+ Cuando me empiezo a aliviar
+ de verte en el Sacramento,
+ háceme más sentimiento
+ el no te poder gozar;
+ todo es para más penar
+ y mi mal es tan entero
+ \textit{que muero porque no muero.}
+
+
+
+ Y si me gozo, Señor,
+ con esperanza de verte,
+ en ver que puedo perderte
+ se me dobla mi dolor;
+ viviendo en tanto pavor
+ y esperando como espero,
+ \textit{muérome porque no muero.}
+
+
+
+ ¡Sácame de aquesta muerte,
+ mi Dios, y dame la vida;
+ no me tengas impedida
+ en este lazo tan fuerte;
+ mira que peno por verte
+ y de tal manera espero
+ \textit{que muero porque no muero!}
+
+
+
+ Lloraré mi muerte ya
+ y lamentaré mi vida,
+ en tanto que detenida
+ por mis pecados está.
+ ¡Oh, mi Dios!, ¿cuándo será
+ cuando yo diga de vero:
+ \textit{vivo ya porque no muero?}
+
+
+\end{poesia}
+
+\begin{poesia}
+
+\titulus{Otras del mismo a lo divino}
+
+
+\Forma \strophae {1000{1.5\leading}(1{\penalty 10000}000000{\penalty 10000}0}
+
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+
+ Tras de un amoroso lance,
+ y no de esperanza falto,
+ subí tan alto tan alto,
+ que le di a la caza alcance.
+
+}
+
+ Para que yo alcance diese
+ a aqueste lance divino,
+ tanto volar me convino
+ que de vista me perdiese;
+ y, con todo, en este trance
+ en el vuelo quedé falto;
+{\Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ mas el amor fue tan alto
+ que le di a la caza alcance.
+}
+
+
+ Cuando más alto subía
+ deslumbróseme la vista,
+ y la más fuerte conquista
+ en oscuro se hacía;
+ mas, por ser de amor el lance,
+ di un ciego y oscuro salto,
+{\Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ y fui tan alto tan alto
+ que le di a la caza alcance.
+}
+
+
+ Por una extraña manera
+ mil vuelos pasé de un vuelo,
+ porque esperanza del cielo
+ tanto alcanza cuanto espera;
+ esperé solo este lance
+ y en esperar no fui falto,
+{\Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ pues fui tan alto tan alto
+ que le di a la caza alcance.
+}
+
+
+ Cuando más cerca llegaba
+ de este lance tan subido,
+ tanto más bajo y rendido
+ y abatido me hallaba;
+ dixe: «No habrá quien lo alcance».
+ Abatime tanto tanto
+{\Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ que fui tan alto tan alto
+ que le di a la caza alcance.
+}
+
+\end{poesia}
+
+\begin{poesia}
+
+
+\titulus{Glosa del mismo}
+
+\Forma \strophae {100{2\leading}(1{\penalty 10000}0*7{\penalty 10000}0}
+
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+
+ Sin arrimo y con arrimo,
+ sin luz y oscuras viviendo,
+ toda me voy consumiendo.
+
+}
+
+ Mi alma está desasida
+ de toda cosa criada,
+ y sobre sí levantada,
+ y en una sabrosa vida
+ solo en su Dios arrimada.
+ Por eso ya se dirá
+ la cosa que más estimo,
+ que mi alma se ve ya
+ \textit{sin arrimo y con arrimo.}
+
+
+
+ Y, aunque tinieblas padezco
+ en esta vida mortal,
+ no es tan crecido mi mal,
+ porque, si de luz carezco,
+ tengo vida celestial;
+ porque el amor de tal vida,
+ cuando más ciego va siendo,
+ que tiene al alma rendida
+ \textit{sin luz y a oscuras viviendo.}
+
+
+
+ Hace tal obra el amor
+ después que le conocí,
+ que si hay bien o mal en mí,
+ todo lo hace de un sabor
+ y al alma transforma en sí;
+ y así, en su llama sabrosa,
+ la cual en mí estoy sintiendo,
+ apriesa, sin quedar cosa,
+ \textit{todo me voy consumiendo.}
+
+\end{poesia}
+
+\begin{poesia}
+
+\titulus{Glosa a lo divino. Del mismo autor}
+
+
+\Forma \strophae {1000{1.5\leading}(1{\penalty 10000}0*6{\penalty 10000}0}
+
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+
+ Por toda la hermosura
+ nunca yo me perderé,
+ sino por un no sé qué
+ que se alcanza por ventura.
+}
+
+
+ Sabor de bien, que es finito,
+ lo más que puede llegar
+ es cansar el apetito
+ y estragar el paladar;
+ y así, por toda dulzura
+{\Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ nunca yo me perderé,
+ sino por un no sé qué
+ que se halla por ventura.
+}
+
+
+ El corazón generoso
+ nunca cura de parar
+ donde se puede pasar,
+ si no en más dificultoso;
+ nada le causa hartura,
+ y sube tanto su fe,
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ que gusta de un no sé qué
+ que se halla por ventura.
+}
+
+
+ El que de amor adolece,
+ del divino ser tocado,
+ tiene el gusto tan trocado
+ que a los gustos desfallece;
+ como el que con calentura
+ fastidia el manjar que ve
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ y apetece un no sé qué
+ que se halla por ventura.
+}
+
+
+ No os maravilléis de aquesto,
+ que el gusto se quede tal,
+ porque es la causa del mal
+ ajena de todo el resto;
+ y así, toda criatura
+ enajenada se ve,
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ y gusta de un no sé qué
+ que se halla por ventura.
+}
+
+
+ Que estando la voluntad
+ de Divinidad tocada,
+ no puede quedar pagada
+ sino con Divinidad;
+ mas, por ser tal su hermosura
+ que solo se ve por fe,
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ gústala en un no sé qué
+ que se halla por ventura.
+}
+
+
+ Pues de tal enamorado
+ decidme si habréis dolor,
+ pues que no tiene sabor
+ entre todo lo criado;
+ solo sin forma y figura,
+ sin hallar arrimo y pie,
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ gustando allá un no sé qué
+ que se halla por ventura.
+}
+
+
+ No penséis que el interior,
+ que es de mucha más valía,
+ halla gozo y alegría
+ en lo que acá da sabor;
+ mas, sobre toda hermosura,
+ y lo que es y será y fue,
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ gusta de allá un no sé qué
+ que se halla por ventura.
+}
+
+
+ Más emplea su cuidado
+ quien se quiere aventajar
+ en lo que está por ganar
+ que en lo que tiene ganado;
+ y así, para más altura,
+ yo siempre me inclinaré
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ sobre todo a un no sé qué
+ que se halla por ventura.
+}
+
+
+ Por lo que por el sentido
+ puede acá comprehenderse
+ y todo lo que entenderse,
+ aunque sea muy subido,
+ ni por gracia y hermosura
+ yo nunca me perderé,
+{\Facies \strophae {} \Facies \textus {\itshape}
+ sino por un no sé qué
+ que se halla por ventura.
+}
+
+\end{poesia}
+
+
+\begin{poesia}
+
+\Progressio \numeri {23}
+
+\Forma \strophae {10{.75\leading plus .5\leading}(%
+ 1{\penalty 10000}0{\penalty 10000}0}
+\Facies {}
+\SpatiumInfra {0\leading plus .0625\leading minus .0625\leading\penalty -100}
+
+\titulus{Cantar del alma que se goza\\ de conocer a Dios por fe}
+
+
+ Que bien sé yo la fuente que mana y corre,
+ \textit{aunque es de noche.}
+
+ Aquella Eterna fuente está escondida,
+ que bien sé yo dó tiene su manida,
+ \textit{aunque es de noche.}
+ Su origen no lo sé que pues no le tiene,
+ mas sé que todo origen della viene,
+ \textit{aunque es de noche.}
+ Sé que no puede ser cosa tan bella
+ y que cielos y tierra beben della,
+ \textit{aunque es de noche.}
+ Bien sé que suelo en ella no se halla
+ y que ninguno puede vadealla,
+ \textit{aunque es de noche.}
+ Su claridad nunca es oscurecida
+ y sé que toda luz de ella es venida,
+ \textit{aunque es de noche.}
+ Sé ser tan caudalosas sus corrientes
+ que infiernos cielos riegan y a las gentes,
+ \textit{aunque es de noche.}
+ El corriente que nace desta fuente
+ bien sé que es tan capaz y tan potente,
+ \textit{aunque es de noche.}
+ Aquesta Eterna fuente está escondida
+ en este vivo pan por darnos vida,
+ \textit{aunque es de noche.}
+ Aquí se está llamando a las criaturas
+ porque desta agua se harten aunque a oscuras,
+ \textit{porque es de noche.}
+ Aquesta viva fuente que deseo
+ en este pan de vida yo la veo,
+ \textit{aunque es de noche.}
+
+
+\end{poesia}
+
+
+\begin{poesia}
+
+\Progressio \numeri {4}
+
+\Forma \strophae {1{\penalty 10000}00{\penalty 10000}0}
+\Facies {}
+
+\titulus{Otras a lo divino de Cristo\\[.5ex] y el alma del mismo}
+
+ Un pastorcico solo está penado,
+ ajeno de placer y de contento,
+ y en su pastora firme el pensamiento,
+ \textit{y el pecho del amor muy lastimado.}
+
+ No llora por haberle amor llagado,
+ que no se pena en verse así afligido,
+ aunque en el corazón está herido;
+ mas llora por pensar que está olvidado.
+
+ Que solo de pensar que está olvidado
+ de su bella pastora, con gran pena
+ se deja maltratar en tierra ajena,
+ \textit{el pecho del amor muy lastimado.}
+
+ Y dice el pastorcico: «¡Ay, desdichado
+ de aquel que de mi amor ha hecho ausencia
+ y no quiere gozar la mi presencia,
+ \textit{el pecho por su amor muy lastimado!}».
+
+ Y a cabo de un gran rato se ha encumbrado
+ sobre un árbol, do abrió sus brazos bellos,
+ y muerto se ha quedado asido dellos,
+ \textit{el pecho del amor muy lastimado.}
+
+\end{poesia}
+
+\begin{poesia}
+
+\Facies \subt {\itshape #1}
+
+\SpatiumSupra {1.5\leading plus .5\leading minus .25\leading %
+ \penalty -100}
+\SpatiumInfra {\penalty 10000}
+
+\Novus \titulus \subtn
+\Facies {\RelSize{-1}\N*{=+1}}
+\SpatiumInfra {.25\leading plus .25\leading minus .125\leading\penalty 10000}
+
+\Locus \N {}
+\Facies {\oldstylenums{#1}}
+
+\Facies \strophae {\subtn}
+
+\titulus{Romances sobre el Evangelio\\
+ «In principio erat Verbum»\\
+ acerca de la Santísima Trinidad}
+
+
+\stropha
+
+ En el principio moraba
+ el Verbo, y en Dios vivía,
+ en quien su felicidad
+ infinita poseía.
+ El mismo Verbo Dios era,
+ que el principio se decía.
+ Él moraba en el principio
+ y principio no tenía.
+ Él era el mismo principio,
+ por eso dél carecía;
+ el Verbo se llama Hijo,
+ que del principio nacía.
+ Hale siempre concebido
+ y siempre le concebía;
+ dale siempre su sustancia,
+ y siempre se la tenía.
+ Y así, la gloria del Hijo
+ es la que en el Padre había,
+ y toda su gloria el Padre
+ en el Hijo poseía.
+ Como amado en el amante,
+ uno en otro residía,
+ y aquese amor que los une
+ en lo mismo convenía
+ con el uno y con el otro
+ en igualdad y valía.
+ Tres Personas y un Amado
+ entre todos tres había,
+ y un amor en todas ellas
+ y un amante los hacía,
+ y el amante es el amado
+ en que cada cual vivía,
+ que el ser que los tres poseen
+ cada cual le poseía,
+ y cada cual dellos ama
+ a la que este ser tenía.
+ Este ser es cada una
+ y este solo las unía
+ en un inefable nudo
+ que decirse no sabía,
+ por lo cual era infinito
+ el amor que los unía,
+ porque un solo amor tres tienen,
+ que su esencia se decía;
+ que el amor cuanto más uno,
+ tanto más amor hacía.
+
+
+ \subt{De la communicación de las tres Personas}
+
+
+\stropha
+
+ En aquel amor inmenso
+ que de los dos procedía,
+ palabras de gran regalo
+ el Padre al Hijo decía
+ de tan profundo deleite,
+ que nadie las entendía;
+ solo el Hijo lo gozaba,
+ que es a quien pertenecía.
+ Pero aquello que se entiende,
+ desta manera decía:
+ «-Nada me contenta, Hijo,
+ fuera de tu compañía;
+ y si algo me contenta,
+ en ti mismo lo quería.
+ El que a ti más se parece
+ a mí más satisfacía,
+ y el que nada te semeja
+ en mí nada hallaría.
+ En ti solo me he agradado,
+ ¡oh, vida de vida mía!
+ Eres lumbre de mi lumbre,
+ eres mi sabiduría,
+ figura de mi sustancia,
+ en quien bien me complacía.
+ Al que a ti te amare, Hijo,
+ a mí mismo le daría,
+ y el amor que yo te tengo
+ ese mismo en él pondría,
+ en razón de haber amado
+ a quien yo tanto quería».
+
+
+\subt{De la creación}
+
+\stropha
+
+ «-Una esposa que te ame,
+ mi Hijo, darte quería,
+ que por tu valor merezca
+ tener nuestra compañía
+ y comer pan a una mesa,
+ del mismo que yo comía,
+ porque conozco los bienes
+ que en tal Hijo yo tenía,
+ y se congracie commigo
+ de tu gracia y lozanía».
+ «-Mucho lo agradezco, Padre
+ -el Hijo le respondía-;
+ a la esposa que me dieres
+ yo mi claridad daría
+ para que por ella vea
+ cuánto mi Padre valía
+ y cómo el ser que poseo
+ de su ser lo recibía.
+ Reclinarla he yo en mi brazo,
+ y en tu amor se abrasaría,
+ y con eterno deleite
+ tu bondad sublimaría».
+
+
+\subt{Prosigue}
+
+
+\stropha
+
+ «-Hágase, pues -dijo el Padre-,
+ que tu amor lo merecía».
+ Y en este dicho que dijo,
+ el mundo criado había
+ palacio para la esposa
+ hecho en gran sabiduría;
+ el cual en dos aposentos,
+ alto y bajo, dividía.
+ El bajo de diferencias
+ infinitas componía;
+ mas el alto hermoseaba
+ de admirable pedrería,
+ porque conozca la esposa
+ el Esposo que tenía.
+ En el alto colocaba
+ la angélica jerarquía;
+ pero la natura humana
+ en el bajo la ponía
+ por ser en su ser compostura
+ algo de menor valía.
+ Y aunque el ser y los lugares
+ desta suerte los partía,
+ pero todos son un cuerpo
+ de la esposa que decía;
+ que el amor de un mismo Esposo
+ una esposa los hacía.
+ Los de arriba poseían
+ al Esposo en alegría;
+ los de abajo, en esperanza
+ de fe que les infundía,
+ diciéndoles que algún tiempo
+ él los engrandecería,
+ y que aquella su bajeza
+ él se la levantaría
+ de manera que ninguno
+ ya la vituperaría;
+ porque en todo semejante
+ él a ellos se haría
+ y se vendría con ellos,
+ y con ellos moraría;
+ y que Dios sería hombre,
+ y que el hombre Dios sería,
+ y que trataría con ellos,
+ comería y bebería;
+ y que con ellos continuo
+ él mismo se quedaría,
+ hasta que se consumase
+ este siglo que corría,
+ cuando se gozaran juntos
+ en eterna melodía;
+ porque él era la cabeza
+ de la esposa que tenía,
+ a la cual todos los miembros
+ de los justos juntaría,
+ que son cuerpo de la esposa,
+ a la cual él tomaría
+ en sus brazos tiernamente,
+ y allí su amor le daría;
+ y que, así juntos en uno,
+ el Padre la llevaría
+ donde del mismo deleite
+ que Dios goza gozaría;
+ que, como el Padre y el Hijo
+ y el que de ellos procedía,
+ el uno vive en el otro;
+ así la esposa sería,
+ que, dentro de Dios absorta,
+ vida de Dios viviría.
+
+
+\subt{Prosigue}
+
+
+\stropha
+
+ Con esta buena esperanza
+ que de arriba les venía,
+ el tedio de sus trabajos
+ más leve se les hacía;
+ pero la esperanza larga
+ y el deseo que crecía
+ de gozarse con su Esposo
+ contino les afligía;
+ por lo cual con oraciones,
+ con suspiros y agonía,
+ con lágrimas y gemidos
+ le rogaban noche y día
+ que ya se determinase
+ a les dar su compañía.
+ Unos decían: «-¡Oh, si fuese
+ en mi tiempo la alegría!».
+ Otros: «-¡Acaba, Señor;
+ al que has de enviar envía!».
+ Otros: «-¡Oh, si ya rompieses
+ esos cielos, y vería
+ con mis ojos que bajases,
+ y mi llanto cesaría!
+ ¡Regad, nubes, de lo alto,
+ que la tierra lo pedía,
+ y ábrase ya la tierra,
+ que espinas nos producía,
+ y produzca aquella flor
+ con que ella florecía!».
+ Otros decían: «-¡Oh, dichoso
+ el que en tal tiempo sería,
+ que merezca ver a Dios
+ con los ojos que tenía,
+ y tratarle con sus manos,
+ y andar en su compañía,
+ y gozar de los misterios
+ que entonces ordenaría!».
+
+
+\subt{Prosigue}
+
+\stropha
+
+
+ En aquestos y otros ruegos
+ gran tiempo pasado había;
+ pero en los postreros años
+ el fervor mucho crecía,
+ cuando el viejo Simeón
+ en deseo se encendía,
+ rogando a Dios que quisiese
+ dejalle ver este día.
+ Y así, el Espíritu Santo
+ al buen viejo respondía
+ que le daba su palabra
+ que la muerte no vería
+ hasta que la vida viese
+ que de arriba descendía,
+ y que él en sus mismas manos
+ al mismo Dios tomaría,
+ y le tendría en sus brazos
+ y consigo abrazaría.
+
+
+\subt{Prosigue la Encarnación}
+
+\stropha
+
+
+ Ya que el tiempo era llegado
+ en que hacerse convenía
+ el rescate de la esposa,
+ que en duro yugo servía
+ debajo de aquella ley
+ que Moisés dado le había,
+ el Padre con amor tierno
+ desta manera decía:
+ «-Ya ves, Hijo, que a tu esposa
+ a tu imagen hecho había,
+ y en lo que a ti se parece
+ contigo bien convenía;
+ pero difiere en la carne
+ que en tu simple ser no había.
+ En los amores perfectos
+ esta ley se requería;
+ que se haga semejante
+ el amante a quien quería;
+ que la mayor semejanza
+ más deleite contenía;
+ el cual, sin duda, en tu esposa
+ grandemente crecería
+ si te viere semejante
+ en la carne que tenía».
+ «-Mi voluntad es la tuya
+ -el Hijo le respondía-,
+ y la gloria que yo tengo
+ es tu voluntad ser mía,
+ y a mí me conviene, Padre,
+ lo que tu Alteza decía,
+ porque por esta manera
+ tu bondad más se vería;
+ verase tu gran potencia,
+ justicia y sabiduría;
+ irelo a decir al mundo
+ y noticia les daría
+ de tu belleza y dulzura
+ y de tu soberanía.
+ Iré a buscar a mi esposa,
+ y sobre mí tomaría
+ sus fatigas y trabajos,
+ en que tanto padecía;
+ y porque ella vida tenga,
+ yo por ella moriría,
+ y sacándola del lago
+ a ti te la volvería».
+
+
+\subt{Prosigue}
+
+
+\stropha
+
+ Entonces llamó un arcángel
+ que San Gabriel se decía,
+ y enviolo a una doncella
+ que se llamaba María,
+ de cuyo consentimiento
+ el misterio se hacía;
+ en el cual la Trinidad
+ de carne al Verbo vestía;
+ y aunque tres hacen la obra,
+ en el uno se hacía;
+ y quedó el Verbo encarnado
+ en el vientre de María.
+ Y el que tiene solo Padre,
+ ya también madre tenía,
+ aunque no como cualquiera
+ que de varón concebía,
+ que de las entrañas de ella
+ él su carne recibía,
+ por lo cual Hijo de Dios
+ y del hombre se decía.
+
+
+\subt{Del Nacimiento}
+
+
+\stropha
+
+ Ya que era llegado el tiempo
+ en que de nacer había,
+ así como desposado
+ de su tálamo salía
+ abrazado con su esposa,
+ que en sus brazos la traía,
+ al cual la graciosa Madre
+ en un pesebre ponía
+ entre unos animales
+ que a la sazón allí había.
+ Los hombres decían cantares,
+ los ángeles melodía,
+ festejando el desposorio
+ que entre tales dos había.
+ Pero Dios en el pesebre
+ allí lloraba y gemía,
+ que eran joyas que la esposa
+ al desposorio traía.
+ Y la Madre estaba en pasmo
+ de que tal trueque veía;
+ el llanto del hombre en Dios
+ y en el hombre el alegría,
+ lo cual del uno y del otro
+ tan ajeno ser solía.
+
+\end{poesia}
+
+
+\begin{poesia}
+
+
+\titulus{Otro del mismo que va por\\ «Super flumina Babilonis»}
+
+
+
+ Encima de las corrientes
+ que en Babilonia hallaba,
+ allí me senté llorando,
+ allí la tierra regaba,
+ acordándome de ti,
+ ¡oh, Sión!, a quien amaba.
+ Era dulce tu memoria,
+ y con ella más lloraba.
+ Dejé los trajes de fiesta,
+ los de trabajo tomaba,
+ y colgué en los verdes sauces
+ la música que llevaba,
+ poniéndola en esperanza
+ de aquello que en ti esperaba.
+ Allí me hirió el amor
+ y el corazón me sacaba.
+ Díjele que me matase,
+ pues de tal suerte llagaba;
+ yo me metía en su fuego
+ sabiendo que me abrasaba,
+ disculpando al avecica
+ que en el fuego se acababa.
+ Estábame en mí muriendo
+ y en ti solo respiraba,
+ en mí por ti me moría
+ y por ti resucitaba,
+ que la memoria de ti
+ daba vida y la quitaba.
+ Gozábanse los extraños
+ entre quien cautivo estaba;
+ preguntábanme cantares
+ de lo que en Sión cantaba:
+ «-Canta de Sión un himno,
+ veamos cómo sonaba».
+ «-Decid: ¿cómo en tierra ajena,
+ donde por Sión lloraba,
+ cantaré yo la alegría
+ que en Sión se me quedaba?
+ Echaríala en olvido
+ si en la ajena me gozaba.
+ Con mi paladar se junte
+ la lengua con que hablaba,
+ si de ti yo me olvidare,
+ en la tierra do moraba.
+ ¡Sión, por los verdes ramos
+ que Babilonia me daba,
+ de mí se olvide mi diestra,
+ que es lo que en ti más amaba,
+ si de ti no me acordare,
+ en lo que más me gozaba,
+ y si yo tuviere fiesta
+ y sin ti la festejaba!
+ ¡Oh, hija de Babilonia,
+ mísera y desventurada!
+ Bienaventurado era
+ aquel en quien confiaba,
+ que te ha de dar el castigo
+ que de tu mano llevaba,
+ y juntará sus pequeños,
+ y a mí, porque en ti esperaba,
+ a la piedra, que era Cristo,
+ por el cual yo te dejaba».
+
+\end{poesia}
+
+\cleardoublepage \thispagestyle{empty}
+
+\spatium* {12\leading}
+
+\titulus{Debetur soli gloria vera Deo.}
+
+\end{document}
+
+
+
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+\usepackage[spanish]{babel}[2005/05/21 v3.8g]
+\usepackage[latin1]{inputenc}
+\usepackage[T1]{fontenc}
+\usepackage[repeat]{drama}
+\usepackage{poetry}
+\usepackage{example}
+
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+\begin{document}
+
+\ExampleTitle [s]{Calderon de la Barca}{La vida es sue\~no}
+ {Cl\`asicos Castalia\\[.5ex]}
+\cleardoublepage
+\titulus {{\RelSize {1} \LETTERspace {La vida es sue\~no}}\\[6ex]
+ \MakeUppercase {Comedia famosa de}\\[1ex]
+ \MakeUppercase {\textit{Pedro Calderon de la Barca}}\\[8ex]
+ {\RelSize{1}Personas que hablan en ella}\\[2ex]
+ \itshape
+ \textsc{Rosaura}, dama\\
+ \textsc{Segismundo}, pr\'{\i}ncipe \\
+ \textsc{Clotaldo}, viejo \\
+ \textsc{Estrella}, infanta\\
+ \textsc{Clar\'{\i}n}, gracioso\\
+ \textsc{Basilio}, rey \\
+ \textsc{Astolfo}, pr\'{\i}ncipe \\
+ \textsc{Soldados}\\
+ \textsc{Guardas}\\
+ \textsc{Musicos}\\
+ }
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+\Versus
+
+\persona*[1]{Rosaura}
+\persona*[2]{Segismundo}
+\persona*[3]{Clotaldo}
+\persona*[4]{Estrella}
+\persona*[5]{Clarín}
+\persona*[6]{Basilio}
+\persona*[7]{Astolfo}
+
+\numerus{1}
+
+\jornada {Primera}
+
+\(En las montañas de Polonia\)
+
+\(Salen en lo alto de un monte \1, en hábito de hombre, de camino,
+y en representado los primeros versos va bajando\)
+
+\1 Hipogrifo violento
+que corriste parejas con el viento,
+¿dónde, rayo sin llama,
+pájaro sin matiz, pez sin escama,
+y bruto sin instinto
+natural, al confuso laberinto
+de esas desnudas peñas
+te desbocas, te arrastras y despeñas?
+Quédate en este monte,
+donde tengan los brutos su Faetonte;
+que yo, sin más camino
+que el que me dan las leyes del destino,
+ciega y desesperada
+bajaré la cabeza enmarañada
+deste monte eminente
+que arruga al sol el ceño de su frente.
+Mal, Polonia, recibes
+a un extranjero, pues con sangre escribes
+su entrada en tus arenas,
+y apenas llega, cuando llega a penas.
+Bien mi suerte lo dice;
+mas ¿dónde halló piedad un infelice?
+
+\[Sale \5, gracioso\]
+
+\5 Di dos, y no me dejes
+en la posada a mí cuando te quejes;
+que si dos hemos sido
+los que de nuestra patria hemos salido
+a probar aventuras,
+dos los que entre desdichas y locuras
+aquí habemos llegado,
+y dos los que del monte hemos rodado,
+¿no es razón que yo sienta
+meterme en el pesar y no en la cuenta?
+
+
+\1 No quise darte parte
+en mis quejas, Clarín, por no quitarte,
+llorando tu desvelo,
+el derecho que tienes al consuelo.
+Que tanto gusto había
+en quejarse, un filósofo decía,
+que, a trueco de quejarse,
+habían las desdichas de buscarse.
+
+
+\5 El filósofo era
+un borracho barbón: ¡oh, quién le diera
+más de mil bofetadas!
+Quejárase después de muy bien dadas.
+Mas ¿qué haremos, señora,
+a pie, solos, perdidos y a esta hora
+en un desierto monte,
+cuando se parte el sol a otro horizonte?
+
+
+\1 ¡Quién ha visto sucesos tan extraños!
+Mas si la vista no padece engaños
+que hace la fantasía,
+a la medrosa luz que aun tiene el día,
+me parece que veo
+un edificio. \\
+
+
+\5 O miente mi deseo,
+o termino las señas.
+
+
+\1 Rústico nace entre desnudas peñas
+un palacio tan breve
+que el sol apenas a mirar se atreve;
+con tan rudo artificio
+la arquitectura está de su edificio,
+que parece, a las plantas
+de tantas rocas y de peñas tantas
+que al sol tocan la lumbre,
+peñasco que ha rodado de la cumbre.
+
+
+\5 Vámonos acercando;
+que éste es mucho mirar, señora, cuando
+es mejor que la gente
+que habita en ella, generosamente
+nos admita. \\
+
+
+\1 La puerta
+(mejor diré funesta boca) abierta
+está, y desde su centro
+nace la noche, pues la engendra dentro.
+
+
+\[Suena ruido de cadenas\]
+
+
+\5 ¡Qué es lo que escucho, cielo!
+
+
+\1 Inmóvil bulto soy de fuego y hielo.
+
+
+\5 ¿Cadenita hay que suena?
+Mátenme, si no es galeote en pena;
+bien mi temor lo dice.
+
+
+\2 \[Dentro\] ¡Ay, mísero de mí, y ay infelice!
+
+
+\1 ¡Qué triste vos escucho!
+Con nuevas penas y tormentos lucho.
+
+
+\5 Yo con nuevos temores.
+
+
+\1 Clarín... \\
+
+
+\5 ¿Señora...? \\
+
+
+\1 Huyamos los rigores
+desta encantada torre. \\
+
+
+\5 Yo aún no tengo
+ánimo de huír, cuando a eso vengo.
+
+
+\1 ¿No es breve luz aquella
+caduca exhalación, pálida estrella,
+que en trémulos desmayos,
+pulsando ardores y latiendo rayos,
+hace más tenebrosa
+la obscura habitación con luz dudosa?
+Sí, pues a sus reflejos
+puedo determinar, aunque de lejos,
+una prisión obscura,
+que es de un vivo cadáver sepultura;
+y porque más me asombre,
+en el traje de fiera yace un hombre
+de prisiones cargado
+y sólo de la luz acompañado.
+Pues huïr no podemos,
+desde aquí sus desdichas escuchemos.
+Sepamos lo que dice.
+
+\[Descúbrese \2 con una cadena y la luz vestido de pieles\]
+
+\2 ¡Ay mísero de mí ¡Ay infelice!
+Apurar, cielos, pretendo,
+ya que me tratáis así,
+qué delito cometí
+contra vosotros naciendo;
+aunque si nací, ya entiendo
+qué delito he cometido;
+bastante causa ha tenido
+vuestra justicia y rigor,
+pues el delito mayor
+del hombre es haber nacido.
+Sólo quisiera saber,
+para apurar mis desvelos
+(dejando a una parte, cielos,
+el delito del nacer),
+¿qué más os pude ofender,
+para castigarme más?
+¿No nacieron los demás?
+Pues si los demás nacieron,
+¿qué privilegios tuvieron
+que no yo gocé jamás?
+Nace el ave, y con las galas
+que le dan belleza suma,
+apenas es flor de pluma,
+o ramillete con alas,
+cuando las etéreas salas
+corta con velocidad,
+negándose a la piedad
+del nido que dejan en calma;
+¿y teniendo yo más alma,
+tengo menos libertad?
+Nace el bruto, y con la piel
+que dibujan manchas bellas,
+apenas signo es de estrellas
+gracias al docto pincel,
+cuando, atrevido y crüel,
+la humana necesidad
+le enseña a tener crueldad,
+monstruo de su laberinto;
+¿y yo con mejor instinto,
+tengo menos libertad?
+Nace el pez, que no respira,
+aborto de ovas y lamas,
+y apenas bajel de escamas
+sobre las ondas se mira,
+cuando a todas partes gira,
+midiendo la inmensidad
+de tanta capacidad
+como le da el centro frío:
+¿y yo, con más albedrío,
+tengo menos libertad?
+Nace el arroyo, culebra
+que entre flores se desata,
+y apenas, sierpe de plata,
+entre las flores se quiebra,
+cuando músico celebra
+de las flores la piedad
+que le dan la majestad
+del campo abierto a su huída;
+¿y teniendo yo más vida,
+tengo menos libertad?
+En llegando a esta pasión,
+un volcán, un Etna hecho,
+quisiera sacar del pecho
+pedazos del corazón.
+¿Qué ley, justicia o razón
+negar a los hombres sabe
+privilegios tan süave,
+excepción tan principal,
+que Dios le ha dado a un cristal,
+a un pez, a un bruto y a un ave?
+
+
+\1 Temor y piedad en mí
+sus razones han causado.
+
+
+\2 ¿Quién mis voces ha escuchado?
+¿Es Clotaldo? \\
+
+
+\5 Di que sí.
+
+
+
+\1 No es sino un triste, ¡ay de mí!,
+que en estas bóvedas frías
+oyó tus melancolías.
+
+
+\2 Pues la muerte te daré,
+porque no sepas que sé (Ásela)
+que sabes flaquezas mías.
+Sólo porque me has oído,
+entre mis membrudos brazos
+te tengo de hacer pedazos.
+
+
+\5 Yo soy sordo, y no he podido
+escucharte. \\
+
+
+\1 Si has nacido
+humano, baste el postrarme
+a tus pies para librarme.
+
+
+\2 Tu voz pudo enternecerme,
+tu presencia suspenderme,
+y tu respeto turbarme.
+¿Quién eres? Que aunque yo aquí
+tan poco del mundo sé,
+que cuna y sepulcro fue
+esta torre para mí;
+y aunque desde que nací
+(si esto es nacer) sólo advierto
+eres rústico desierto
+donde miserable vivo,
+siendo un esqueleto vivo,
+siendo un animado muerto;
+y aunque nunca vi ni hablé
+sino a un hombre solamente
+que aquí mis desdichas siente,
+por quien las noticias sé
+del cielo y tierra; y aunque
+aquí, por que más te asombres
+y monstruo humano me nombres,
+este asombros y quimeras,
+soy un hombre de las fieras
+y una fiera de los hombres;
+Y aunque en desdichas tan graves
+la política he estudiado,
+de los brutos enseñado,
+advertido de las aves,
+y de los astros süaves
+los círculos he medido,
+tú sólo, tú, has suspendido
+la pasión a mis enojos,
+la suspensión a mis ojos,
+la admiración al oído.
+Con cada vez que te veo
+nueva admiración me das,
+y cuando te miro más,
+aun más mirarte deseo.
+Ojos hidrópicos creo
+que mis ojos deben ser,
+pues cuando es muerte el beber,
+beben más, y desta suerte,
+viendo que el ver me da muerte,
+estoy muriendo por ver.
+Pero véate yo y muera;
+que no sé, rendido ya,
+si el verte muerte me da,
+el no verte qué me diera.
+Fuera más que muerte fiera,
+ira, rabia y dolor fuerte;
+fuera muerte; desta suerte
+su rigor he ponderado,
+pues dar vida a una desdichado
+es dar a un dichoso muerte.
+
+
+\1 Con asombro de mirarte,
+con admiración de oírte,
+ni sé qué pueda decirte,
+ni qué pueda preguntarte;
+sólo diré que a esta parte
+hoy el cielo me ha guïado
+para haberme consolado,
+si consuelo puede ser
+del que es desdichado, ver
+a otro que es más desdichado.
+Cuentan de un sabio que un día
+tan pobre y mísero estaba,
+que sólo se sustentaba
+de unas yerbas que comía.
+¿Habrá otro (entre sí decía)
+más pobre y triste que yo?
+Y cuando el rostro volvió,
+halló la respuesta, viendo
+que iba otro sabio cogiendo
+las hojas que él arrojó.
+Quejoso de la fortuna
+yo en este mundo vivía,
+y cuando entre mí decía:
+¿Habrá otra persona alguna
+de suerte más importuna?,
+piadoso me has respondido;
+pues volviendo en mi sentido,
+hallo que las penas mías,
+para hacerlas tú alegrías
+las hubieras recogido.
+Y por si acaso mis penas
+pueden aliviarte en parte,
+óyelas atento, y toma
+las que de ellas no sobraren.
+Yo soy... \\
+
+
+\3 \[Dentro\] Guardas desta torre,
+que, dormidas o cobardes,
+disteis paso a dos personas
+que han quebrantado la cárcel...
+
+
+\1 Nueva confusión padezco.
+
+
+\2 Éste es Clotaldo, mi alcaide.
+¿Aún no acaban mis desdichas?
+
+
+\3 Acudid, y vigilantes,
+sin que puedan defenderse,
+o prendedles o matadles.
+
+
+\persona{Todos} \[Dentro\] ¡Traición! \\
+
+
+\5 Guardas desta torre,
+que entrar aquí nos dejasteis,
+pues que nos dais a escoger,
+el prendernos es más fácil.
+
+
+\[Sale \3 con pistola y soldados, todos con los rostros
+cubiertos\]
+
+
+\3 Todos os cubrid los rostros;
+que es diligencia importante
+mientras estamos aquí
+que no nos conozca nadie.
+
+
+\5 ¿Enmascaraditos hay?
+
+
+\3 ¡Oh vosotros que, ignorantes
+de aqueste vedado sitio,
+coto y término pasasteis
+contra el decreto del Rey,
+que manda que no ose nadie
+examinar el prodigio
+que entre estos peñascos yace!
+Rendid las armas y vidas,
+o aquesta pistola, áspid
+de metal, escupirá
+el veneno penetrante
+de dos balas, cuyo fuego
+será escándalo del aire.
+
+
+\2 Primero, tirano dueño,
+que los ofendas y agravies,
+será mi vida despojo
+destos lazos miserables;
+pues en ellos ¡vive Dios!
+tengo de despedazarme
+con las manos, con los dientes,
+entre aquestas peñas, antes
+que su desdicha consienta
+y que llore sus ultrajes.
+
+
+\3 Si sabes que tus desdichas,
+Segismundo, son tan grandes,
+que antes de nacer moriste
+por ley del cielo; si sabes
+que aquestas prisiones son
+de tus furias arrogantes
+un freno que las detenga
+y una rienda que las pare,
+¿por qué blasonas? La puerta
+cerrad de esa estrecha cárcel;
+escondedle en ella. \\
+
+
+\[Ciérranle la puerta, y dice dentro\]
+
+
+\2 ¡Ah, cielos,
+qué bien hacéis en quitarme
+la libertad! Porque fuera
+contra vosotros gigante,
+que para quebrar al sol
+esos vidrios y cristales,
+sobre cimientos de piedra
+pusiera montes de jaspe.
+
+
+\3 Quizá porque no los pongas,
+hoy padeces tantos males.
+
+
+\1 Ya que vi que la soberbia
+te ofendió tanto, ignorante
+fuera en no pedirte humilde
+vida que a tus plantas yace.
+Muévate en mí la piedad;
+que será rigor notable,
+que no hallen favor en ti
+ni soberbias ni humildades.
+
+
+\5 Y si Humildad y Soberbia
+no te obligan, personajes
+que han movido y removido
+mil autos sacramentales,
+yo, ni humilde ni soberbio,
+sino entre las dos mitades
+entreverado, te pido
+que nos remedies y ampares.
+
+
+\3 ¡Hola! \\
+
+
+\persona{Soldados} Señor...\\
+
+
+\3 A los dos
+quitad las armas, y atadles
+los ojos, porque no vean
+cómo ni de dónde salen.
+
+
+\1 Mi espada es ésta, que a ti
+solamente ha de entregarse,
+porque, al fin, de todos eres
+el principal, y no sabe
+rendirse a menos valor.
+
+
+\5 La mía es tal, que puede darse
+al más ruín; tomadla vos.
+
+
+\1 Y si he de morir, dejarte
+quiero, en fe desta piedad,
+prenda que pudo estimarse
+por el dueño que algún día
+se la ciñó. Que la guardes
+te encargo, porque aunque yo
+no sé qué secreto alcance,
+sé que esta dorada espada
+encierra misterios grandes,
+pues sólo fïado en ella
+vengo a Polonia a vengarme
+de un agravio. \\
+
+
+\3 \[Aparte\] (¡Santos cielos!
+¿Qué es esto? Ya son más graves
+mis penas y confusiones,
+mis ansias y mis pesares.)
+¿Quién te la dio? \\
+
+
+\1 Una mujer.
+
+
+\3 ¿Cómo se llama? \\
+
+
+\1 Que calle
+su nombre es fuerza. \\
+
+
+\3 ¿De qué
+infieres ahora, o sabes,
+que hay secreto en esta espada?
+
+
+\1 Quien me la dio, dijo: «Parte
+a Polonia, y solicita
+con ingenio, estudio o arte,
+que te vean esa espada
+los nobles y principales;
+que yo sé que alguno de ellos
+te favorezca y ampare»;
+que por si acaso era muerto
+no quiso entonces nombrarle.
+
+
+\3 \[Aparte\] (¡Válgame el cielo! ¿Qué escucho?
+Aun no sé determinarme
+si tales sucesos son
+ilusiones o verdades.
+Esta espada es la que yo
+\tracingpages=1
+dejé a la hermosa Violante,
+por señas que el que ceñida
+la trujera había de hallarme
+amoroso como hijo
+y piadoso como padre.
+¿Pues qué he de hacer, ¡ay de mí!,
+en confusión semejante,
+si quien la trae por favor,
+para su muerte la trae,
+pues que sentenciado a muerte
+llega a mis pies? ¡Qué notable
+confusión! ¡Qué triste hado!
+¡Qué suerte tan inconstante!
+Éste es mi hijo, y las señas
+dicen bien con las señales
+del corazón, que por verle
+llama al pecho y en él bate
+las alas, y no pudiendo
+romper los candados, hace
+lo que aquel que está encerrado,
+y oyendo ruido en la calle
+se arroja por la ventana,
+y él así, como no sabe
+lo que pasa, y oye el ruido,
+va a los ojos a asomarse,
+que son ventanas del pecho
+por donde en lágrimas sale.
+¿Qué he de hacer? ¡Válgame el cielo!
+¿Qué he de hacer? Porque llevarle
+al Rey, es llevarle, ¡ay triste!,
+a morir. Pues ocultarle
+al Rey, no puedo, conforme
+a la ley del homenaje.
+De una parte el amor propio,
+y la lealtad de otra parte
+me rinden. Pero ¿qué dudo?
+La lealtad al Rey ¿no es antes
+que la vida y que el honor?
+\tracingpages=0
+Pues ella viva y él falte.
+Fuera de que, si ahora atiendo
+a que dijo que a vengarse
+viene de un agravio, hombre
+que está agraviado es infame.
+No es mi hijo, no es mi hijo,
+ni tiene mi noble sangre.
+Pero si ya ha sucedido
+un peligro, de quien nadie
+se libró, porque el honor
+es de materia tan frágil
+que con una acción se quiebra
+o se mancha con un aire,
+¿qué más puede hacer, qué más
+el que es noble, de su parte,
+que a costa de tantos riesgos
+haber venido a buscarle?
+Mi hijo es, mi sangre tiene,
+pues tiene valor tan grande;
+y así, entre una y otra duda
+el medio más importante
+es irme al Rey y decirle
+que es mi hijo que le mate.
+Quizá la misma piedad
+de mi honor podrá obligarle;
+y si le merezco vivo,
+yo le ayudaré a vengarse
+de su agravio, mas si el Rey;
+en sus rigores constante,
+le da muerte, morirá
+sin saber que soy su padre.)
+Venid conmigo, extranjeros,
+no temáis, no, de que os falte
+compañía en las desdichas;
+pues en duda semejante
+de vivir o de morir
+no sé cuáles son más grandes. \[r]Vanse todos\]
+
+
+\(En el palacio real\)
+
+\(Sale por una puerta \7 con acompañamiento de soldados, y por otra
+\4 con damas. Suena música\)
+
+
+\7 Bien al ver los excelentes
+rayos, que fueron cometas,
+mezclan salvas diferentes
+las cajas y las trompetas,
+los pájaros y las fuentes;
+siendo con música igual,
+y con maravilla suma,
+a tu vista celestial
+unos, clarines de pluma,
+y otras, aves de metal;
+y así os saludan, señora,
+como a su reina las balas,
+los pájaros como a Aurora,
+las trompetas como a Palas
+y las flores como a Flora;
+porque sois, burlando el día
+que ya la noche destierra,
+Aurora en el alegría,
+Flora en paz, Palas en guerra,
+y reina en el alma mía.
+
+
+\4 Si la voz se ha de medir
+con las acciones humanas,
+mal habéis hecho en decir
+finezas tan cortesanas,
+donde os pueda desmentir
+todo ese marcial trofeo
+con quien ya atrevida lucho;
+pues no dicen, según creo,
+las lisonjas que os escucho,
+con los rigores que veo.
+Y advertid que es baja acción,
+que sólo a una fiera toca,
+madre de engaño y traición,
+el halagar con la boca
+y matar con la intención.
+
+
+\7 Muy mal informado estáis,
+Estrella, pues que la fe
+de mis finezas dudáis,
+y os suplico que me oigáis
+la causa, a ver si la sé.
+Falleció Eustorgio tercero,
+rey de Polonia, quedó
+Basilio por heredero,
+y dos hijas, de quien yo
+y vos nacimos. No quiero
+cansar con lo que no tiene
+lugar aquí. Clorilene,
+vuestra madre y mi señora,
+que en mejor imperio ahora
+dosel de luceros tiene,
+fue la mayor, de quien vos
+sois hija; fue la segunda,
+madre y tía de los dos,
+la gallarda Recisunda,
+que guarde mil años Dios;
+casó en Moscovia; de quien
+nací yo. Volver ahora
+al otro principio es bien.
+Basilio, que ya, señora,
+se rinde al común desdén
+del tiempo, más inclinado
+a los estudios que dado
+a mujeres, enviudó
+sin hijos, y vos y yo
+aspiramos a este estado.
+Vos alegáis que habéis sido
+hija de hermana mayor;
+yo, que varón he nacido,
+y aunque de hermana menor,
+os debo ser preferido.
+Vuestra intención y la mía
+a nuestro tío contamos.
+Él respondió que quería
+componernos, y aplazamos
+este puesto y este día.
+Con esta intención salí
+de Moscovia y de su tierra;
+con ésta llegué hasta aquí,
+en vez de haceros yo guerra,
+a que me la hagáis a mí.
+¡Oh, quiera Amor, sabio dios,
+que el vulgo, astrólogo cierto,
+hoy lo sea con los dos,
+y que pare este concierto
+en que seáis reina vos,
+pero reina en mi albedrío,
+dándoos, para más honor,
+su corona nuestro tío,
+sus triunfos vuestro valor
+y su imperio el amor mío!
+
+
+\4 A tan cortés bizarría
+menos mi pecho no muestra,
+pues la imperial monarquía,
+para sólo hacerla vuestra
+me holgara que fuese mía;
+aunque no está satisfecho
+mi amor de que sois ingrato,
+si en cuanto decís sospecho
+que os desmiente ese retrato
+que está pendiente del pecho.
+
+
+\7 Satisfaceros intento
+con él... Mas lugar no da
+tanto sonoro instrumento,
+que avisa que sale ya
+el Rey con su parlamento.
+
+
+\[Tocan y sale el rey \6, viejo y acompañamiento\]
+
+
+\4 Sabio Tales... \\
+
+
+\7 Docto Euclides...
+
+
+\4 que entre signos... \\
+
+
+\7 que entre estrellas...
+
+
+\4 hoy gobiernas... \\
+
+
+\7 hoy resides...
+
+
+\4 y sus caminos... \\
+
+
+\7 sus huellas...
+
+
+\4 describes... \\
+
+
+\7 tasas y mides...
+
+
+\4 deja que en humildes lazos...
+
+
+\7 deja que en tiernos abrazos...
+
+
+\4 hiedra de ese tronco sea...
+
+
+\7 rendido a tus pies me vea.
+
+
+\6 Sobrinos, dadme los brazos,
+y creed, pues que leales
+a mi precepto amoroso
+venís con afectos tales,
+que a nadie deje quejoso
+y los dos quedéis iguales.
+Y así, cuando me confieso
+rendido al prolijo peso,
+sólo os pido en la ocasión
+silencio, que admiración
+ha de pedirla el suceso.
+Ya sabéis (estadme atentos,
+amados sobrinos míos,
+corte ilustre de Polonia,
+vasallo, deudos y amigos),
+ya sabéis que yo en el mundo
+por mi ciencia he merecido
+el sobrenombre de docto,
+pues, contra el tiempo y olvido,
+los pinceles de Timantes,
+los mármoles de Lisipo,
+en el ámbito del orbe
+me aclaman el gran Basilio.
+Ya sabéis que son las ciencias
+que más curso y más estimo,
+matemáticas sutiles,
+por quien al tiempo le quito,
+por quien a la fama rompo
+la jurisdicción y oficio
+de enseñar más cada día;
+pues, cuando en mis tablas miro
+presentes las novedades
+de los venideros siglos,
+le gano al tiempo las gracias
+de contar lo que yo he dicho.
+Esos círculos de nieve,
+esos doseles de vidrio
+que el sol ilumina a rayos,
+que parte la luna a giros;
+esos orbes de diamantes,
+esos globos cristalinos
+que las estrellas adornan
+y que campean los signos,
+son el estudio mayor
+de mis años, son los libros
+donde en papel de diamante,
+en cuadernos de zafiros,
+escribe con líneas de oro,
+en caracteres distintos,
+el cielo nuestros sucesos,
+ya adversos o ya benignos.
+Éstos leo tan veloz,
+que con mi espíritu sigo
+sus rápidos movimientos
+por rumbos o por caminos.
+¡Pluguiera al cielo, primero
+que mi ingenio hubiera sido
+de sus márgenes comento
+y de sus hojas registro,
+hubiera sido mi vida
+el primero desperdicio
+de sus iras, y que en ellas
+mi tragedia hubiera sido,
+porque de los infelices
+aun el mérito es cuchillo,
+que a quien le daña el saber
+homicida es de sí mismo!
+Dígalo yo, aunque mejor
+lo dirán sucesos míos,
+para cuya admiración
+otra vez silencio os pido.
+En Clorilene, mi esposa,
+tuve un infelice hijo,
+en cuyo parto los cielos
+se agotaron de prodigios.
+Antes que a la luz hermosa
+le diese el sepulcro vivo
+de un vientre (porque el nacer
+y el morir son parecidos),
+su madre infinitas veces,
+entre ideas y delirios
+del sueño, vio que rompía
+sus entrañas, atrevido
+un monstruo en forma de hombre,
+y entre su sangre teñido,
+le daba muerte, naciendo
+víbora humana del siglo.
+Llegó de su parto el día,
+y los presagios cumplidos
+(porque tarde o nunca son
+mentirosos los impíos),
+nació en horóscopo tal,
+que el sol, en su sangre tinto,
+entraba sañudamente
+con la luna en desafío;
+y siendo valla la tierra,
+los dos faroles divinos
+a luz entera luchaban,
+ya que no a brazo partido.
+El mayor, el más horrendo
+eclipse que ha padecido
+el sol, después que con sangre
+lloró la muerte de Cristo,
+éste fue, porque, anegado
+el orbe entre incendios vivos,
+presumió que padecía
+el último parasismo.
+Los cielos se escurecieron,
+temblaron los edificios,
+llovieron piedras las nubes,
+corrieron sangre los ríos.
+En este mísero, en este
+mortal planeta o signo,
+nació Segismundo, dando
+de su condición indicios,
+pues dio la muerte a su madre,
+con cuya fiereza dijo:
+«Hombre soy, pues que ya empiezo
+a pagar mal beneficios».
+Yo, acudiendo a mis estudios,
+en ellos y en todo miro
+que Segismundo sería
+el hombre más atrevido,
+el príncipe más crüel
+y el monarca más impío,
+por quien su reino vendría
+a ser parcial y diviso,
+escuela de las traiciones
+y academia de los vicios;
+y él, de su furor llevado,
+entre asombros y delitos,
+había de poner en mí
+las plantas, y yo, rendido
+a sus pies me había de ver
+(¡con qué congoja lo digo!),
+siendo alfombra de sus plantas
+las canas del rostro mío.
+¿Quién no da crédito al daño,
+y más al daño que ha visto
+en su estudio, donde hace
+el amor propio su oficio?
+Pues dando crédito yo
+a los hados, que adivinos
+me pronosticaban daños
+en fatales vaticinios,
+determiné de encerrar
+la fiera que había nacido,
+por ver si el sabio tenía
+en las estrellas dominio.
+Publicóse que el infante
+nació muerto, y prevenido
+hice labrar una torre
+entre las peñas y riscos
+desos montes, donde apenas
+la luz ha hallado camino,
+por defenderle la entrada
+sus rústicos obeliscos.
+Las graves penas y leyes,
+que con públicos editos
+declararon que ninguno
+entrase a un vedado sitio
+del monte, se ocasionaron
+de las causas que os he dicho.
+Allí Segismundo vive
+mísero, pobre y cautivo,
+adonde sólo Clotaldo
+le ha hablado, tratado y visto.
+Éste le ha enseñado ciencias;
+éste en la ley le ha instruïdo
+católica, siendo solo
+de sus miserias testigo.
+Aquí hay tres cosas: La una
+que yo, Polonia, os estimo
+tanto, que os quiero librar
+de la opresión y servicio
+de un rey tirano, porque
+no fuera señor benigno
+el que a su patria y su imperio
+pusiera en tanto peligro.
+La otra es considerar
+que si a mi sangre le quito
+el derecho que le dieron
+humano fuero y divino,
+no es cristiana caridad;
+pues ninguna ley ha dicho
+que por reservar yo a otro
+de tirano y de atrevido,
+pueda yo serlo, supuesto
+que si es tirano mi hijo,
+porque él delitos no haga,
+vengo yo a hacer los delitos.
+Es la última y tercera
+el ver cuánto yerro ha sido
+dar crédito fácilmente
+a los sucesos previstos;
+pues aunque su inclinación
+le dicte sus precipicios,
+quizá no le vencerán,
+porque el hado más esquivo,
+la inclinación más violenta,
+el planeta más impío,
+sólo el albedrío inclinan,
+no fuerzan el albedrío.
+Y así, entre una y otra causa
+vacilante y discursivo,
+previne un remedio tal,
+que os suspenda los sentidos.
+Yo he de ponerle mañana,
+sin que él sepa que es mi hijo
+y rey vuestro, a Segismundo,
+(que aqueste su nombre ha sido)
+en mi dosel, en mi silla,
+y, en fin, en el lugar mío,
+donde os gobierne y os mande,
+y donde todos rendidos
+la obediencia le juréis;
+pues con aquesto consigo
+tres cosas, con que respondo
+a las otras tres que he dicho.
+Es la primera, que siendo
+prudente, cuerdo y benigno,
+desmintiendo en todo al hado
+que de él tantas cosas dijo,
+gozaréis el natural
+príncipe vuestro, que ha sido
+cortesano de unos montes
+y de sus fieras vecino.
+Es la segunda, que si él,
+soberbio, osado, atrevido
+y crüel, con rienda suelta
+corre el campo de sus vicios,
+habré yo piadoso entonces
+con mi obligación cumplido;
+y luego en desposeerle
+haré como rey invicto,
+siendo el volverle a la cárcel
+no crueldad, sino castigo.
+Es la tercera, que siendo
+el príncipe como os digo,
+por lo que os amo, vasallos,
+os daré reyes más dignos
+de la corona y el cetro;
+pues serán mis dos sobrinos,
+que junto en uno el derecho
+de los dos, y convenidos
+con la fe del matrimonio,
+tendrá lo que han merecido.
+Esto como rey os mando,
+esto como padre os pido,
+esto como sabio os ruego,
+esto como anciano os digo;
+y si el Séneca español,
+que era humilde esclavo, dijo,
+de su república un rey,
+como esclavo os lo suplico.
+
+
+\7 Si a mí responder me toca,
+como el que en efecto ha sido
+aquí el más interesado,
+en nombre de todos digo
+que Segismundo parezca,
+pues le basta ser tu hijo.
+
+
+\persona{Todos} Danos al príncipe nuestro,
+que ya por rey le pedimos.
+
+
+\6 Vasallos, esa fineza
+os agradezco y estimo.
+Acompañad a sus cuartos
+a los dos atlantes míos,
+que mañana le veréis.
+
+
+\persona{Todos} ¡Viva el grande rey Basilio!
+
+
+\[Vanse todos. Antes que se va el rey \6, sale \3, \1, \5, y detiénese el
+Rey\]
+
+
+\3 ¿Podréte hablar? \\
+
+
+\6 ¡Oh, Clotaldo!,
+tú seas muy bien venido.
+
+
+\3 Aunque viniendo a tus plantas
+es fuerza el haberlo sido,
+esta vez rompe, señor,
+el hado triste y esquivo
+el privilegio a la ley
+y a la costumbre el estilo.
+
+
+\6 ¿Qué tienes? \\
+
+
+\3 Una desdicha,
+señor, que me ha sucedido,
+cuando pudiera tenerla
+por el mayor regocijo.
+
+
+\6 Prosigue. \\
+
+
+\3 Este bello joven,
+osado o inadvertido,
+entró en la torre, señor,
+adonde al príncipe ha visto,
+y es... \\
+
+
+\6 No te aflijas, Clotaldo.
+Si otro día hubiera sido,
+confieso que lo sintiera;
+pero ya el secreto he dicho,
+y no importa que él los sepa,
+supuesto que yo lo digo.
+Vedme después, porque tengo
+muchas cosas que advertiros
+y muchas que hagáis por mí;
+que habéis de ser, os aviso,
+instrumento del mayor
+suceso que el mundo ha visto;
+y a esos presos, porque al fin
+no presumáis que castigo
+descuidos vuestros, perdono. \[Vase\]
+
+
+\3 ¡Vivas, gran señor, mil siglos!
+\[Aparte\] (Mejoró el cielo la suerte.
+Ya no diré que es mi hijo,
+pues que lo puedo excusar.)
+Extranjeros peregrinos,
+libres estáis. \\
+
+
+\1 Tus pies beso
+mil veces. \\
+
+
+\5 Y yo los viso,
+que una letra más o menos
+no reparan dos amigos.
+
+
+\1 La vida, señor, me das dado;
+y pues a tu cuenta vivo,
+eternamente seré
+esclavo tuyo. \\
+
+
+\3 No ha sido
+vida la que yo te he dado;
+porque un hombre bien nacido,
+si está agraviado, no vive;
+y supuesto que has venido
+a vengarte de un agravio,
+según tú propio me has dicho,
+no te he dado vida yo,
+porque tú no la has traído;
+que vida infame no es vida.
+\[Aparte\] (Bien con aquesto le animo.)
+
+
+\1 Confieso que no la tengo,
+aunque de ti la recibo;
+pero yo con la venganza
+dejaré mi honor tan limpio,
+que pueda mi vida luego,
+atropellando peligros,
+parecer dádiva tuya.
+
+
+\3 Toma el acero bruñido
+que trujiste; que yo sé
+que él baste, en sangre teñido
+de tu enemigo, a vengarte;
+porque acero que fue mío
+(digo este instante, este rato
+que en mi poder le he tenido)
+sabrá vengarte. \\
+
+
+\1 En tu nombre
+segunda vez me le ciño,
+y en él juro mi venganza,
+aunque fuese mi enemigo
+más poderoso. \\
+
+
+\3 ¿Eslo mucho?
+
+
+\1 Tanto, que no te lo digo;
+no porque de tu prudencia
+mayores cosas no fío,
+sino porque no se vuelva
+contra mí el favor que admiro
+en tu piedad. \\
+
+
+\3 Antes fuera
+ganarme a mí con decirlo;
+pues fuera cerrarme el paso
+de ayudar a tu enemigo.
+\[Aparte\] (¡Oh, si supiera quién es!)
+
+
+\1 Porque no pienses que estimo
+tan poco esa confïanza,
+sabe que el contrario ha sido
+no menos que Astolfo, duque
+de Moscovia. \\
+
+
+\3 \[Aparte\] (Mal resisto
+el dolor, porque es más grave,
+que fue imaginado, visto.
+Apuremos más el caso.)
+Si moscovita has nacido,
+el que es natural señor
+mal agraviarte ha podido;
+vuélvete a tu patria, pues,
+y deja el ardiente brío
+que te despeña. \\
+
+
+\1 Yo sé
+que aunque mi príncipe ha sido
+pudo agraviarme. \\
+
+
+\3 No pudo,
+aunque pusiera, atrevido,
+la mano en tu rostro. \\
+
+\1\[Aparte\](¡Ay, cielos!)
+ Mayor fue el agravio mío.
+
+
+\3 Dilo ya, pues que no puedes
+decir más que yo imagino.
+
+
+\1 Sí dijera; mas no sé
+con qué respeto te miro,
+con qué afecto te venero,
+con qué estimación te asisto,
+que no me atrevo a decirte
+que es este exterior vestido
+enigma, pues no es de quien
+parece. Juzga advertido,
+si no soy lo que parezco,
+y Astolfo a casarse vino
+con Estrella, si podrá
+agraviarme. Harto te he dicho.
+
+
+\[Vanse \1 y \5\]
+
+
+\3 ¡Escucha, aguarda, detente!
+¿Qué confuso laberinto
+es éste, donde no puede
+hallar la razón el hilo?
+Mi honor es el agraviado,
+poderoso el enemigo,
+yo vasallo, ella mujer.
+Descubra el cielo camino;
+aunque no sé si podrá,
+cuando en tan confuso abismo
+es todo el cielo un presagio,
+y es todo el mundo un prodigio. \[Vase\]
+
+
+
+\jornada {Segunda}
+
+
+
+\(En el palacio real\)
+
+\(Salen el rey \6 y \3\)
+
+
+\3 Todo, como lo mandaste,
+queda efectuado. \\
+
+
+\6 Cuenta,
+Clotaldo, cómo pasó.
+
+
+\3 Fue, señor, desta manera.
+Con la apacible bebida
+que de confecciones llena
+hacer mandaste, mezclando
+la virtud de algunas hierbas,
+cuyo tirano poder
+y cuya secreta fuerza
+así el humano discurso
+priva, roba y enajena,
+que deja vivo cadáver
+a un hombre, y cuya violencia,
+adormecido, le quita
+los sentidos y potencias...
+(No tenemos que argüir
+que aquesto posible sea,
+pues tantas veces, señor,
+nos ha dicho la experiencia,
+y es cierto, que de secretos
+naturales está llena
+la medicina, y no hay
+animal, planta ni piedra
+que no tenga calidad
+determinada, y si llega
+a examinar mil venenos
+la humana malicia nuestra
+que den la muerte, ¿qué mucho
+que, templada su violencia,
+pues hay venenos que maten,
+haya venenos que aduerman?
+Dejando aparte el dudar,
+si es posible que suceda,
+pues que ya queda probado
+con razones y evidencias...)
+Con la bebida, en efeto,
+que el opio, la adormidera
+y el beleño, compusieron,
+bajé a la cárcel estrecha
+de Segismundo; con él
+hablé un rato de las letras
+humanas, que le ha enseñado
+la muda naturaleza
+de los montes y los cielos,
+en cuya divina escuela
+la retórica aprendió
+de las aves y las fieras.
+Para levantarle más
+el espíritu a la empresa
+que solicitas, tomé
+por asunto la presteza
+de una águila caudalosa,
+que, despreciando la esfera
+del viento, pasaba a ser,
+en las regiones supremas
+del fuego, rayo de pluma,
+o desasido cometa.
+Encarecí el vuelo altivo
+diciendo: «Al fin eres reina
+de las aves, y así, a todas
+es justo que te prefieras».
+Él no hubo menester más;
+que en tocando esta materia
+de la majestad, discurre
+con ambición y soberbia;
+porque, en efecto, la sangre
+le incita, mueve y alienta
+a cosas grandes, y dijo:
+«¡Que en la república inquieta
+de las aves también haya
+quien les jure la obediencia!
+En llegando a este discurso,
+mis desdichas me consuelan;
+pues, por lo menos, si estoy
+sujeto, lo estoy por fuerza;
+porque voluntariamente
+a otro hombre no me rindiera».
+Viéndole ya enfurecido
+con esto, que ha sido el tema
+de su dolor, le brindé
+con la pócima, y apenas
+pasó desde el vaso al pecho
+el licor, cuando las fuerzas
+rindió al sueño, discurriendo
+por los miembros y las venas
+un sudor frío, de modo
+que, a no saber yo que era
+muerte fingida, dudara
+de su vida. En esto llegan
+las gentes de quien tú fías
+el valor desta experiencia,
+y poniéndole en un coche
+hasta tu cuarto le llevan,
+donde prevenida estaba
+la majestad y grandeza
+que es digna de su persona.
+Allí en tu cama le acuestan,
+donde al tiempo que el letargo
+haya perdido la fuerza,
+como a ti mismo, señor,
+le sirvan, que así lo ordenas.
+Y si haberte obedecido
+te obliga a que yo merezca
+galardón, sólo te pido
+(perdona mi inadvertencia)
+que me digas qué es tu intento
+trayendo desta manera
+a Segismundo a palacio
+
+
+\6 Clotaldo, muy justa es esa
+duda que tienes, y quiero
+sólo a vos satisfacerla.
+A Segismundo, mi hijo,
+el influjo de su estrella,
+(vos lo sabéis) amenaza
+mil desdichas y tragedias.
+Quiero examinar si el cielo
+(que no es posible que mienta,
+y más habiéndonos dado
+de su rigor tantas muestras
+en su crüel condición)
+o se mitiga, o se templa
+por lo menos, y vencido,
+con valor y con prudencia
+se desdice; porque el hombre
+predomina en las estrellas.
+Esto quiero examinar,
+trayéndole donde sepa
+que es mi hijo, y donde haga
+de su talento la prueba.
+Si magnánimo se vence,
+reinará; pero si muestra
+el ser crüel y tirano,
+le volveré a su cadena.
+Ahora preguntarás
+que para aquesta experiencia,
+¿qué importó haberle traído
+dormido desta manera?
+Y quiero satisfacerte,
+dándote a todo respuesta.
+Si él supiera que es mi hijo
+hoy, y mañana se viera
+segunda vez reducido
+a su prisión y miseria,
+cierto es de su condición
+que desesperara en ella;
+porque, sabiendo quién es
+¿qué consuelo habrá que tenga?
+Y así he querido dejar
+abierta al daño esta puerta
+del decir que fue soñado
+cuanto vio. Con esto llegan
+a examinarse dos cosas.
+Su condición, la primera;
+pues él despierto procede
+en cuanto imagina y piensa.
+Y en consuelo la segunda;
+pues aunque ahora se vea
+obedecido, y después
+a sus prisiones se vuelva,
+podrá entender que soñó,
+y hará bien cuando lo entienda;
+porque en el mundo, Clotaldo,
+todos lo que viven sueñan.
+
+
+\3 Razones no me faltaran
+para probar que no aciertas;
+mas ya no tiene remedio;
+y según dicen las señas,
+parece que ha despertado
+y hacia nosotros se acerca.
+
+
+\6 Yo me quiero retirar.
+Tú, como ayo suyo, llega,
+y de tantas confusiones
+como su discurso cercan
+le saca con la verdad.
+
+
+\3 En fin, ¿que me das licencia
+para que lo diga? \\
+
+
+\6 Sí;
+que podrá ser, con saberla,
+que, conocido el peligro,
+más fácilmente se venza.
+
+
+\[Vase el rey \6 y sale \5\]
+
+
+\5 \[Aparte\] (A costa de cuatro palos,
+que el llegar aquí me cuesta,
+de un alabardero rubio
+que barbó de su librea,
+tengo de ver cuanto pasa;
+que no hay ventana más cierta
+que aquella que, sin rogar
+a un ministro de boletas,
+un hombre se trae consigo;
+pues para todas las fiestas
+despojado y despejado
+se asoma a su desvergüenza.)
+
+
+\3 \[Aparte\] (Éste es Clarín, el criado
+de aquélla, ¡ay cielos!, de aquélla
+que, tratante de desdichas,
+pasó a Polonia mi afrenta.)
+Clarín, ¿qué hay de nuevo? \\
+
+
+\5 Hay,
+señor, que tu gran clemencia,
+dispuesta a vengar agravios
+de Rosaura, la aconseja
+que tome su propio traje.
+
+
+\3 Y es bien, por que no parezca
+liviandad. \\
+
+
+\5 Hay, que mudando
+su nombre, y tomando, cuerda,
+nombre de sobrina tuya,
+hoy tanto honor se acrecienta,
+que dama en palacio ya
+de la singular Estrella
+vive. \\
+
+
+\3 Es bien que de una vez
+tome su honor por mi cuenta.
+
+
+\5 Hay que ella se está esperando
+que ocasión y tiempo venga
+en que vuelvas por su honor.
+
+
+\3 Prevención segura es ésa;
+que al fin el tiempo ha de ser
+quien haga esas diligencias.
+
+
+\5 Hay que ella está regalada,
+servida como una reina,
+en fe de sobrina tuya.
+Y hay que viniendo con ella,
+estoy yo muriendo de hambre
+y nadie de mí se acuerda,
+sin mirar que soy Clarín,
+y que si el tal clarín suena,
+podrá decir cuanto pasa
+al Rey, a Astolfo y a Estrella;
+porque Clarín y crïado
+son dos cosas que se llevan
+con el secreto muy mal;
+y podrá ser, si me deja
+el silencio de su mano,
+se cante por mí esta letra:
+«Clarín que rompe el albor,
+no suena mejor».
+
+
+\3 Tu queja está bien fundada;
+yo satisfaré tu queja,
+y en tanto, sírveme a mí.
+
+
+\5 Pues ya Segismundo llega.
+
+
+\[Salen músicos cantando, y criados dando de vestir a \2, que sale como
+asombrado\]
+
+
+\2 ¡Válgame el cielo, qué veo!
+¡Válgame el cielo qué miro!
+Con poco espanto lo admiro,
+con mucha duda lo creo.
+¿Yo en palacios suntuosos?
+¿Yo entre telas y brocados?
+¿Yo cercado de crïados
+tan lucidos y brïosos?
+¿Yo despertar de dormir
+en lecho tan excelente?
+¿Yo en medio de tanta gente
+que me sirva de vestir?
+Decir que es sueño es engaño;
+bien sé que despierto estoy.
+¿Yo Segismundo no soy?
+Dadme, cielos, desengaño.
+Decidme: ¿qué pudo ser
+esto que a mi fantasía
+sucedió mientras dormía,
+que aquí me he llegado a ver?
+Pero sea lo que fuere,
+¿quién me mete en discurrir?
+Dejarme quiero servir,
+y venga lo que viniere.
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} ¡Qué melancólico está!
+
+
+\persona{Criado 1} Pues ¿a quién le sucediera
+esto, que no lo estuviera?
+
+
+\5 A mí. \\
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} Llega a hablarle ya.
+
+
+\persona{Criado 1} ¿Volverán a cantar? \\
+
+
+\2 No,
+no quiero que canten más.
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} Como tan suspenso estás,
+quise divertirte. \\
+
+
+\2 Yo
+no tengo de divertir
+con sus voces mis pesares;
+las músicas militares
+sólo he gustado de oír.
+
+
+\3 Vuestra alteza, gran señor,
+me dé su mano a besar,
+que el primero le ha de dar
+esta obediencia mi honor.
+
+
+
+\2 \[Aparte\](Clotaldo es; pues, ¿cómo así
+quien en prisión me maltrata
+con tal respeto me trata?
+¿Qué es lo que pasa por mí?)
+
+
+\3 Con la grande confusión
+que el nuevo estado te da,
+mil dudas padecerá
+el discurso y la razón;
+pero ya librarte quiero
+de todas, si puede ser,
+porque has, señor, de saber
+que eres príncipe heredero
+de Polonia. Si has estado
+retirado y escondido,
+por obedecer ha sido
+a la inclemencia del hado,
+que mil tragedias consiente
+a este imperio, cuando en él
+el soberano laurel
+corone tu augusta frente.
+Mas fïando a tu atención
+que vencerás las estrellas,
+porque es posible vencellas
+a un magnánimo varón,
+a palacio te han traído
+de la torre en que vivías,
+mientras al sueño tenías
+el espíritu rendido.
+Tu padre, el Rey mi señor,
+vendrá a verte, y dél sabrás,
+Segismundo, lo demás.
+
+
+\2 Pues, vil, infame, traidor,
+¿qué tengo más que saber,
+después de saber quien soy,
+para mostrar desde hoy
+mi soberbia y mi poder?
+¿Cómo a tu patria le has hecho
+tal traición, que me ocultaste
+a mí, pues que me negaste,
+contra razón y derecho,
+este estado? \\
+
+
+\3 ¡Ay de mí triste!
+
+
+\2 Traidor fuiste con la ley,
+lisonjero con el Rey,
+y crüel conmigo fuiste;
+y así el Rey, la ley y yo,
+entre desdichas tan fieras,
+te condenan a que mueras
+a mis manos. \\
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} ¡Señor!... \\
+
+
+\2 No
+me estorbe nadie, que es vana
+diligencia; y ¡vive Dios!
+Si os ponéis delante vos,
+que os eche por la ventana.
+
+
+\persona{Criado 1} Huye, Clotaldo. \\
+
+
+\3 ¡Ay de ti,
+que soberbia vas mostrando,
+sin saber que están soñando! \[Vase\]
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} Advierte... \\
+
+
+\2 Apartad de aquí.
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} ....que a su Rey obedeció.
+
+
+\2 En lo que no es justa ley
+no ha de obedecer al Rey;
+y su príncipe era yo.
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} Él no debió examinar
+si era bien hecho o mal hecho.
+
+
+\2 Que estáis mal con vos sospecho,
+pues me dais que replicar.
+
+
+\5 Dice el príncipe muy bien,
+y vos hicisteis muy mal.
+
+
+\persona{Criado 1} ¿Quién os dio licencia igual?
+
+
+\5 Yo me la he tomado. \\
+
+
+\2 ¿Quién
+eres tú?, di. \\
+
+
+\5 Entremetido,
+y deste oficio soy jefe,
+porque soy el mequetrefe
+mayor que se ha conocido.
+
+
+\2 Tú sólo en tan nuevos mundos
+me has agradado. \\
+
+
+\5 Señor,
+soy un grande agradador
+de todos los Segismundos.
+
+
+\7 (Sale)¡Feliz mil veces el día,
+oh príncipe, que os mostráis
+sol de Polonia, y llenáis
+de resplandor y alegría
+todos estos horizontes
+con tan divino arrebol;
+pues que salís como el sol
+de debajo de los montes!
+Salid, pues, y aunque tan tarde
+se corona vuestra frente
+del laurel resplandeciente,
+tarde muera. \\
+
+
+\2 Dios os guarde.
+
+
+\7 El no haberme conocido
+sólo por disculpa os doy
+de no honrarme más. Yo soy
+Astolfo, duque he nacido
+de Moscovia, y primo vuestro;
+haya igualdad en los dos.
+
+
+\2 Si digo que os guarde Dios,
+¿bastante agrado no os muestro?
+Pero ya que, haciendo alarde
+de quien sois, desto os quejáis,
+otra vez que me veáis,
+le diré a Dios que no os guarde.
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} Vuestra alteza considere
+que como en montes nacido
+con todos ha procedido,
+Astolfo, señor, prefiere...
+
+
+\2 Cansóme como llegó
+grave a hablarme, y lo primero
+que hizo, se puso el sombrero.
+
+
+\persona{Criado 1} Es grande. \\
+
+
+\2 Mayor soy yo.
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} Con todo eso, entre los dos
+que haya más respeto es bien
+que entre los demás. \\
+
+
+\2 ¿Y quién
+os mete conmigo a vos?
+
+
+\4 (Sale)Vuestra alteza, señor, sea
+muchas veces bien venido
+al dosel que agradecido
+le recibe y le desea;
+adonde, a pesar de engaños,
+viva augusto y eminente,
+donde su vida se cuente
+por siglos, y no por años.
+
+
+\2 Dime tú ahora, ¿quién es
+esta beldad soberana?
+¿Quién es esta diosa humana,
+a cuyos divinos pies
+postra el cielo su arrebol?
+¿Quién es esta mujer bella?
+
+
+\5 Es, señor, tu prima Estrella.
+
+
+\2 Mejor dijeras el sol.
+Aunque el parabién es bien
+darme del bien que conquisto,
+de sólo haberos hoy visto
+os admito el parabién;
+y así, de llegarme a ver
+con el bien que no merezco,
+el parabién agradezco.
+Estrella, que amanecer
+podéis, y dar alegría,
+al más luciente farol.
+¿Qué dejáis que hacer al sol,
+si os levantáis con el día?
+Dadme a besar vuestra mano,
+en cuya copa de nieve
+el aura candores bebe.
+
+
+\4 Sed más galán cortesano.
+
+
+\7 \[Aparte\](Si él toma la mano, yo
+soy perdido.) \\
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} \[Aparte\] (El pesar sé
+de Astolfo, y le estorbaré.)
+Advierte, señor, que no
+es justo atreverte así,
+y estando Astolfo... \\
+
+
+\2 ¿No digo
+que vos no os metáis conmigo?
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} Digo lo que es justo. \\
+
+
+\2 A mí
+todo eso me causa enfado.
+Nada me parece justo
+en siendo contra mi gusto.
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} Pues yo, señor, he escuchado
+de ti que en lo justo es bien
+obedecer y servir.
+
+
+\2 También oíste decir
+que por un balcón,a quien
+me canse, sabré arrojar
+
+
+\persona{Criado 2} Con los hombres como yo
+no puede hacerse eso. \\
+
+
+\2 ¿No?
+¡Por Dios que lo he de probar!
+
+
+\[Cógele en los brazos y éntrase, y todos tras él, y torna a salir\]
+
+
+\7 ¿Qué es esto que llego a ver?
+
+
+\4 Llegad todos a ayudar.
+
+
+\2 Cayó del balcón al mar;
+¡vive Dios que pudo ser!
+
+
+\7 Pues medid con más espacio
+vuestras acciones severas,
+que lo que hay de hombres a fieras,
+hay desde un monte a palacio.
+
+
+\2 Pues en dando tan severo
+en hablar con entereza,
+quizá no hallaréis cabeza
+en que se os tenga el sombrero.
+
+
+\[Vase \7 y sale el rey \6aqi\]
+
+
+\6 ¿Qué ha sido esto? \\
+
+
+\2 Nada ha sido.
+A un hombre que me ha cansado
+de ese balcón he arrojado.
+
+
+\5 Que es el Rey está advertido.
+
+
+\6 ¿Tan presto una vida cuesta
+tu venida el primer día?
+
+
+\2 Díjome que no podía
+hacerse, y gané la apuesta.
+
+
+\6 Pésame mucho que cuando,
+príncipe, a verte he venido,
+pensado hallarte advertido,
+de hados y estrellas triunfando,
+con tanto rigor te vea,
+y que la primera acción
+que has hecho en esta ocasión
+un grave homicidio sea.
+¿Con qué amor llegar podré
+a darte ahora mis brazos,
+si de sus soberbios lazos,
+que están enseñados sé
+a dar muertes? ¿Quién llegó
+a ver desnudo el puñal
+que dio una herida mortal,
+que no temiese? ¿Quién vio
+sangriento el lugar, adonde
+a otro hombre dieron muerte,
+que no sienta? Que el más fuerte
+a su natural responde.
+Yo así, que en tus brazos miro
+desta muerte el instrumento,
+y miro el lugar sangriento,
+de tus brazos me retiro;
+y aunque en amorosos lazos
+ceñir tu cuello pensé,
+sin ellos me volveré,
+que tengo miedo a tus brazos.
+
+
+\2 Sin ellos me podré estar
+como me he estado hasta aquí;
+que un padre que contra mí
+tanto rigor sabe usar,
+que con condición ingrata
+de su lado me desvía,
+como a una fiera me cría,
+y como a un monstruo me trata,
+y mi muerte solicita,
+de poca importancia fue
+que los brazos no me dé,
+cuando el ser de hombre me quita.
+
+
+\6 Al cielo y a Dios pluguiera
+que a dártele no llegara;
+pues ni tu voz escuchara,
+ni tu atrevimiento viera.
+
+
+\2 Si no me le hubieras dado,
+no me quejara de ti;
+pero una vez dado, sí,
+por habérmele quitado;
+que aunque el dar la acción es
+más noble y más singular,
+es mayor bajeza el dar,
+para quitarlo después.
+
+
+\6 ¡Bien me agradeces el verte,
+de un humilde y pobre preso,
+príncipe ya! \\
+
+
+\2 Pues en eso,
+¿qué tengo que agradecerte?
+Tirano de mi albedrío,
+si viejo y caduco estás,
+¿muriéndote, qué me das?
+¿Dasme más de lo que es mío?
+Mi padre eres y mi rey;
+luego toda esta grandeza
+me da la naturaleza
+por derechos de su ley.
+Luego, aunque esté en este estado,
+obligado no te quedo,
+y pedirte cuentas puedo
+del tiempo que me has quitado
+libertad, vida y honor;
+y así, agradéceme a mí
+que yo no cobre de ti,
+pues eres tú mi deudor.
+
+
+\6 Bárbaro eres y atrevido;
+cumplió su palabra el cielo;
+y así, para el mismo apelo,
+soberbio, desvanecido.
+Y aunque sepas ya quién eres,
+y desengañado estés,
+y aunque en un lugar te ves
+donde a todos te prefieres,
+mira bien lo que te advierto:
+que seas humilde y blando,
+porque quizá estás soñando,
+aunque ves que estás despierto. \[Vase\]
+
+
+\2 ¿Que quizá soñando estoy,
+aunque despierto me veo?
+No sueño, pues toco y creo
+lo que he sido y lo que soy.
+Y aunque ahora te arrepientas,
+poco remedio tendrás;
+sé quién soy, y no podrás,
+aunque suspires y sientas,
+quitarme el haber nacido
+desta corona heredero;
+y si me viste primero
+a las prisiones rendido,
+fue porque ignoré quién era;
+pero ya informado estoy
+de quién soy, y sé que soy
+un compuesto de hombre y fiera.
+
+
+\[Sale \1, dama\]
+
+
+\1 \[Aparte\](Siguiendo a Estrella vengo,
+y gran temor de hallar a Astolfo tengo;
+que Clotaldo desea
+que no sepa quién soy, y no me vea,
+porque dice que importa al honor mío;
+y de Clotaldo fío
+su efecto, pues le debo, agradecida,
+aquí el amparo de mi honor y vida.)
+
+
+\5 ¿Qué es lo que te ha agradado
+más de cuanto hoy has visto y admirado?
+
+
+\2 Nada me ha suspendido,
+que todo lo tenía prevenido;
+mas si admirar hubiera
+algo en el mundo, la hermosura fuera
+de la mujer. Leía
+una vez en los libros que tenía,
+que lo que a Dios mayor estudio debe,
+era el hombre, por ser un mundo breve;
+mas ya que lo es recelo
+la mujer, pues ha sido un breve cielo;
+y más beldad encierra
+que el hombre, cuanto va de cielo a tierra;
+Y más di es la que miro.
+
+
+\1 (El príncipe está aquí; yo me retiro.)
+
+
+\2 Oye, mujer, detente.
+No juntes el ocaso y el oriente,
+huyendo al primer paso;
+que juntos el oriente y el ocaso,
+la lumbre y sombra fría,
+serás, sin duda, síncopa del día.
+¿Pero qué es lo que veo?
+
+
+\1 Lo mismo que estoy viendo, dudo y creo.
+
+
+\2 \[Aparte\] (Yo he visto esta belleza
+otra vez.) \\
+
+
+\1 \[Aparte\] (Yo esta pompa, esta grandeza
+he visto reducida
+a una estrecha prisión.) \\
+
+
+\2 \[Aparte\](Ya hallé mi vida.)
+Mujer, que aqueste nombre
+es el mejor requiebro para el hombre,
+¿quién eres? Que sin verte
+adoración me debes, y de suerte
+por la fe te conquisto,
+que me persuado a que otra vez te he visto.
+¿Quién eres, mujer bella?
+
+
+\1 \[Aparte\] (Disimular me importa.) Soy de Estrella
+una infelice dama.
+
+
+\2 No digas tal; di el sol, a cuya llama
+aquella estrella vive,
+pues de tus rayos resplandor recibe;
+yo vi en reino de olores
+que presidía entre comunes flores
+la deidad de la rosa,
+y era su emperatriz por más hermosa;
+yo vi entre piedras finas
+de la docta academia de sus minas
+preferir el diamante,
+y ser su emperador por más brillante;
+yo en esas cortes bellas
+de la inquieta república de estrellas,
+vi en el lugar primero
+por rey de las estrellas el lucero;
+yo en esferas perfetas,
+llamando el sol a cortes los planetas,
+le vi que presidía
+como mayor oráculo del día.
+¿Pues cómo, si entre flores, entre estrellas,
+piedras, signos, planetas, las más bellas
+prefieren, tú has servido
+la de menos beldad, habiendo sido
+por más bella y hermosa,
+sol, lucero, diamante, estrella y rosa?
+
+
+\[Sale \3\]
+
+
+\3 \[Aparte\] (A Segismundo reducir deseo,
+porque, en fin, le he criado; mas ¿qué veo?)
+
+
+\1 Tu favor reverencio.
+Respóndate retórico el silencio;
+cuando tan torpe la razón se halla,
+mejor habla, señor, quien mejor calla.
+
+
+\2 No has de ausentarte, espera.
+¿Cómo quieres dejar de esa manera
+a escuras mi sentido?
+
+
+\1 Esta licencia a Vuestra Alteza pido.
+
+
+\2 Irte con tal violencia
+no es pedir, es tomarte la licencia.
+
+
+\1 Pues si tú no la das, tomarla espero.
+
+
+\2 Harás que de cortés pase a grosero,
+porque la resistencia
+es veneno crüel de mi paciencia.
+
+
+\1 Pues cuando ese veneno,
+de furia, de rigor y saña lleno,
+la paciencia venciera,
+mi respeto no osara, ni pudiera.
+
+
+\2 Sólo por ver si puedo,
+harás que pierda a tu hermosura el miedo;
+que soy muy inclinado
+a vencer lo imposible; hoy he arrojado
+dese balcón a un hombre, que decía
+que hacerse no podía;
+y así, por ver si puedo, cosa es llana
+que arrojaré tu honor por la ventana.
+
+
+\3 \[Aparte\] (Mucho se va empeñando.
+¿Qué he de hacer, cielos, cuando
+tras un loco deseo
+mi honor segunda vez a riesgo veo?)
+
+
+\1 No en vano prevenía
+a este reino infeliz tu tiranía
+escándalos tan fuertes
+de delitos, traiciones, iras, muertes.
+¿Mas, qué ha de hacer un hombre
+que de humano no tiene más que el nombre,
+atrevido, inhumano,
+crüel, soberbio, bárbaro y tirano,
+nacido entre las fieras?
+
+
+\2 Porque tú ese baldón no me dijeras,
+tan cortés me mostraba,
+pensando que con eso te obligaba;
+mas, si lo soy hablando deste modo,
+has de decirlo, vive Dios, por todo.
+¡Hola, dejadnos solos, y esa puerta
+se cierre, y no entre nadie \\
+
+
+\[Vase \5\]
+
+
+\1 \[Aparte\](Yo soy muerta.)
+Advierte... \\
+
+
+\2 Soy tirano,
+y ya pretendes reducirme en vano.
+
+
+\3 \[Aparte\] (¡Oh, qué lance tan fuerte!
+Saldré a estorbarlo, aunque me dé la muerte.)
+Señor, atiende, mira.
+
+
+\2 Segunda vez me has provocado a ira,
+viejo caduco y loco.
+¿Mi enojo y rigor tienes en poco?
+¿Cómo hasta aquí has llegado?
+
+
+\3 De los acentos desta voz llamado
+a decirte que seas
+más apacible, si reinar deseas;
+y no, por verte ya de todos dueño,
+seas crüel, porque quizá es un sueño.
+
+
+\2 A rabia me provocas,
+cuando la luz del desengaño tocas.
+Veré, dándote muerte,
+si es sueño o si es verdad. \\
+
+
+\[Al ir a sacar la daga, se la tiene \3 y se arrodilla\]
+
+
+\3 Yo desta suerte
+librar mi vida espero.
+
+
+\2 Quita la osada mano del acero.
+
+
+\5 Hasta que gente venga,
+que tu rigor y cólera detenga,
+no he de soltarte. \\
+
+
+\1 ¡Ay cielos! \\
+
+
+\2 ¡Suelta, digo!
+Caduco, loco, bárbaro, enemigo,
+o será desta suerte (Luchan)
+el darte ahora entre mis brazos muerte.
+
+
+\1 Acudid todos presto,
+que matan a Clotaldo. \\
+
+
+\[Vase \1. Sale \7 a tiempo que cae \3 a sus pies, y él se pone en
+medio\]
+
+
+\7 ¿Pues, qué es esto,
+príncipe generoso?
+¿Así se mancha acero tan brïoso
+en una sangre helada?
+Vuelva a la vaina tu lucida espada.
+
+
+\2 En viéndola teñida
+en esa infame sangre. \\
+
+
+\7 Ya su vida
+tomó a mis pies sagrado;
+y de algo ha servirme haber llegado.
+
+
+\2 Sírvate de morir, pues desta suerte
+también sabré vengarme, con tu muerte
+de aquel pasado enojo. \\
+
+
+\7 Yo defiendo
+mi vida; así la majestad no ofendo.
+
+
+\[Sacan las espadas, y salen el rey \6 y \4\]
+
+
+\3 No le ofendas, señor. \\
+
+
+\6 ¿Pues aquí espadas?
+
+
+\4 \[Aparte\] (¡Astolfo es, ay de mí, penas airadas!)
+
+
+\6 ¿Pues, qué es lo que ha pasado?
+
+
+\7 Nada, señor, habiendo tú llegado.
+
+
+\[Envainan\]
+
+
+\2 Mucho, señor, aunque hayas tú venido;
+yo a ese viejo matar he pretendido.
+
+
+\6 ¿Respeto no tenías
+a estas canas? \\
+
+
+\3 Señor, ved que son mías;
+que no importa veréis. \\
+
+
+\2 Acciones vanas,
+querer que tengo yo respeto a canas;
+pues aun ésas podría
+ser que viese a mis plantas algún día;
+porque aun no estoy vengado
+del modo injusto con que me has crïado. \[Vase\]
+
+
+
+
+
+\6 Pues antes que lo veas,
+volverás a dormir adonde creas
+que cuanto te ha pasado,
+como fue bien del mundo, fue soñado.
+
+
+\[Vase el rey \6 y \3; quedan \4 y \7\]
+
+
+\7 ¡Qué pocas veces el hado
+que dice desdichas miente,
+pues es tan cierto en los males
+cuanto dudoso en los bienes!
+¡Qué buen astrólogo fuera,
+si siempre casos crüeles
+anunciara; pues no hay duda
+que ellos fueran verdad siempre!
+Conocerse esa experiencia
+en mí y Segismundo puede,
+Estrella, pues en los dos
+hizo muestras diferentes.
+En él previno rigores,
+soberbias, desdichas, muertes,
+y en todo dijo verdad,
+porque todo, al fin, sucede;
+pero en mí, que al ver, señora,
+esos rayos excelentes,
+de quien el sol fue una sombra
+y el cielo un amago breve,
+que me previno venturas,
+trofeos, aplausos, bienes,
+dijo mal y dijo bien;
+pues sólo es justo que acierte
+cuando amaga con favores
+y ejecuta con desdenes.
+
+
+\4 No dudo que esas finezas
+son verdades evidentes;
+mas serán por otra dama,
+cuyo retrato pendiente
+trujisteis al cuello cuando
+llegasteis, Astolfo, a verme;
+y siendo así, esos requiebros
+ella sola los merece.
+Acudid a que ella os pague,
+que no son buenos papeles
+en el consejo de amor
+las finezas ni las fees
+que se hicieron en servicio
+de otras damas y otros reyes.
+
+
+\[Sale \1 al paño\]
+
+
+\1 \[Aparte\] (¡Gracias a Dios, que han llegado
+ya mis desdichas crüeles
+al término suyo, pues
+quien esto ve nada teme!)
+
+
+\7 Yo haré que el retrato salga
+del pecho, para que entre
+la imagen de tu hermosura.
+Donde entre Estrella no tiene
+lugar la sombra, ni estrella
+donde el sol; voy a traerle.
+\[Aparte\] (Perdona, Rosaura hermosa
+este agravio, porque ausentes,
+no se guardan más fe que ésta
+los hombres y las mujeres.) \[Vase\]
+
+
+
+
+
+\1 \[Aparte\] (Nada he podido escuchar,
+temerosa que me viese.)
+
+
+\4 ¡Astrea! \\
+
+
+\1 ¿Señora mía?
+
+
+\4 Heme holgado que tú fueses
+la que llegaste hasta aquí;
+porque de ti solamente
+fïara un secreto. \\
+
+
+\1 Honras,
+señora, a quien te obedece.
+
+
+\4 En el poco tiempo, Astrea,
+que ya que te conozco, tienes
+de mi voluntad las llaves;
+por esto, y por ser quien eres,
+me atrevo a fïar de ti
+lo que aun de mí muchas veces
+recaté. \\
+
+
+\1 Tu esclava soy.
+
+
+\4 Pues, para decirlo en breve,
+mi primo Astolfo (bastara
+que mi primo te dijese,
+porque hay cosas que se dicen
+con pensarlas solamente)
+ha de casarse conmigo,
+si es que la fortuna quiere
+que con una dicha sola
+tantas desdichas descuente.
+Pesóme que el primer día
+echado al cuello trujese
+el retrato de una dama;
+habléle en él cortésmente,
+es galán y quiere bien;
+fue por él, y ha de traerle
+aquí. Embarázame mucho
+que él a mí a dármele llegue.
+Quédate aquí, y cuando venga,
+le dirás que te lo entregue
+a ti. No te digo más;
+discreta y hermosa eres;
+bien sabrás lo que es amor. \[Vase\]
+
+
+\1 ¡Ojalá no lo supiese!
+¡Válgame el cielo! ¿Quién fuera
+tan atenta y tan prudente,
+que supiera aconsejarse
+hoy en ocasión tan fuerte?
+¿Habrá persona en el mundo
+a quien el cielo inclemente
+con más desdichas combata
+y con más pesares cerque?
+¿Qué haré en tantas confusiones,
+donde imposible parece
+que halle razón que me alivie,
+ni alivio que me consuele?
+Desde la primer desdicha
+no hay suceso ni accidente
+que otra desdicha no sea;
+que unas a otras suceden,
+herederas de sí mismas.
+A la imitación del Fénix,
+unas de las otras nacen,
+viviendo de lo que mueren,
+y siempre de sus cenizas
+está el sepulcro caliente.
+Que eran cobardes decía
+un sabio, por parecerle
+que nunca andaba una sola;
+yo digo que son valientes,
+pues siempre van adelante,
+y nunca la espalda vuelven.
+Quien las llevare consigo
+a todo podrá atreverse,
+pues en ninguna ocasión
+no haya miedo que le dejen.
+Dígalo yo, pues en tantas
+como a mi vida suceden,
+nunca me he hallado sin ellas,
+ni se han cansado hasta verme
+herida de la fortuna
+en los brazos de la muerte.
+¡Ay de mí! ¿Qué debo hacer
+hoy en la ocasión presente?
+Si digo quién soy, Clotaldo,
+a quien mi vida le debe
+este amparo y este honor,
+conmigo ofenderse puede;
+pues me dice que callando
+honor y remedio espere.
+Si no he de decir quién soy
+a Astolfo, y él llega a verme,
+¿cómo he de disimular?
+Pues aunque fingirlo intenten
+la voz, la lengua, y los ojos,
+les dirá el alma que mienten.
+¿Qué haré? ¿Mas para qué estudio
+lo que haré, si es evidente
+que por más que lo prevenga,
+que lo estudie y que lo piense,
+en llegando la ocasión
+ha de hacer lo que quisiere
+el dolor? Porque ninguno
+imperio en sus penas tiene.
+Y pues a determinar
+lo que he de hacer no se atreve
+el alma, llegue el dolor
+hoy a su término, llegue
+la pena a su extremo, y salga
+de dudas y pareceres
+de una vez; pero hasta entonces
+¡valedme, cielos, valedme!
+
+
+\[Sale \7 con el retrato\]
+
+
+\7 Éste es, señora, el retrato;
+mas ¡ay Dios! \\
+
+
+\1 ¿Qué se suspende
+Vuestra Alteza? ¿Qué se admira?
+
+
+\7 De oírte, Rosaura, y verte.
+
+
+\1 ¿Yo Rosaura? Hase engañado
+Vuestra Alteza, si me tiene
+por otra dama; que yo
+soy Astrea, y no merece
+mi humildad tan grande dicha
+que esa turbación le cueste.
+
+
+\7 Basta, Rosaura, el engaño,
+porque el alma nunca miente,
+y aunque como a Astrea te mire,
+como a Rosaura te quiere.
+
+
+\1 No he entendido a Vuestra Alteza,
+y así, no sé responderle;
+sólo lo que yo diré
+es que Estrella (que lo puede
+ser de Venus) me mandó
+que en esta parte le espere,
+y de la suya le diga
+que aquel retrato me entregue,
+que está muy puesto en razón,
+y yo misma se lo lleve.
+Estrella lo quiere así,
+porque aun las cosas más leves,
+como sean en mi daño,
+es Estrella quien las quiere.
+
+
+\7 Aunque más esfuerzos hagas,
+¡oh qué mal, Rosaura, puedes
+disimular! Di a los ojos
+que su música concierten
+con la voz; porque es forzoso
+que desdiga y que disuene
+tan destemplado instrumento,
+que ajustar y medir quiere
+la falsedad de quien dice
+con la verdad de quien siente.
+
+
+\1 Ya digo que sólo espero
+el retrato. \\
+
+
+\7 Pues que quieres
+llevar al fin el engaño,
+con él quiero responderte.
+Dirásle, Astrea, a la infanta
+que yo la estimo de suerte
+que, pidiéndome un retrato,
+poca fineza parece
+enviársele, y así,
+porque le estime y le precie,
+le envío el original;
+y tú llevársele puedes,
+pues ya le llevas contigo,
+como a ti misma te lleves.
+
+
+\1 Cuando un hombre se dispone,
+restado, altivo y valiente,
+a salir con una empresa
+aunque por trato le entreguen
+lo que valga más, sin ella
+necio y desairado vuelve.
+Yo vengo por un retrato,
+y aunque un original lleve
+que vale más, volveré
+desairada; y así, déme
+Vuestra Alteza ese retrato,
+que sin él no he de volverme.
+
+
+\7 ¿Pues cómo, si no he de darle,
+le has de llevar? \\
+
+
+\1 Desta suerte.
+Suéltale, ingrato. \\
+
+
+\7 Es en vano.
+
+
+\1 ¡Vive Dios, que no ha de verse
+en mano de otra mujer!
+
+
+\7 Terrible estás. \\
+
+
+\1 Y tú aleve.
+
+
+\7 Ya basta, Rosaura mía.
+
+
+\1 ¿Yo tuya, villano? Mientes.
+
+
+\4 (Sale) Astrea, Astolfo, ¿qué es esto?
+
+
+
+\7 \[Aparte\] (Aquésta es Estrella.) \\
+
+
+\1 \[Aparte\](Déme
+para cobrar mi retrato
+ingenio el amor.) Si quieres
+saber lo que es, yo, señora,
+te lo diré. \\
+
+
+ \7 ¿Qué pretendes?
+
+
+\1 Mandásteme que esperase
+aquí a Astolfo, y le pidiese
+un retrato de tu parte.
+Quedé sola, y como vienen
+de unos discursos a otros
+las noticias fácilmente,
+viéndote hablar de retratos,
+con su memoria acordéme
+de que tenía uno mío
+en la manga. Quise verle,
+porque una persona sola
+con locuras se divierte;
+cayóseme de la mano
+al suelo; Astolfo, que viene
+a entregarte el de otra dama,
+le levantó, y tan rebelde
+está en dar el que le pides,
+que, en vez de dar uno, quiere
+llevar otro; pues el mío
+aun no es posible volverme,
+con ruegos y persuasiones,
+colérica e impaciente
+yo se le quise quitar.
+Aquél que en la mano tiene,
+es mío; tú lo verás
+con ver si se me parece.
+
+
+\4 Soltad, Astolfo, el retrato.
+
+
+\[Quítasele\]
+
+
+\7 Señora... \\
+
+
+\4 No son crüeles,
+a la verdad, los matices.
+
+
+\1 ¿No es mío? \\
+
+
+\4 ¿Qué duda tiene?
+
+
+\1 Di que ahora te entregue el otro.
+
+
+\4 Tomas tu retrato, y vete.
+
+
+\1 \[Aparte\] (Yo he cobrado mi retrato,
+venga ahora lo que viniere.) \[Vase\]
+
+
+\4 Dadme ahora el retrato vos
+que os pedí; que aunque no piense
+veros ni hablaros jamás,
+no quiero, no, que se quede
+en vuestro poder, siquiera
+porque yo tan neciamente
+le he pedido. \\
+
+
+\7 \[Aparte\] (¿Cómo puedo
+salir de lance tan fuerte?)
+Aunque quiera, hermosa Estrella,
+servirte y obedecerte,
+no podré darte el retrato
+que me pides, porque... \\
+
+
+\4 Eres
+villano y grosero amante.
+No quiero que me le entregues;
+porque yo tampoco quiero,
+con tomarle, que me acuerdes
+de que yo te le he pedido. \[Vase\]
+
+
+\7 Oye, escucha, mira, advierte.
+¡Válgate Dios por Rosaura!
+¿Dónde, cómo, o de qué suerte
+hoy a Polonia has venido
+a perderme y a perderte? \[Vase\]
+
+
+\(En la torre de \2\)
+
+\(Descúbrese \2, como al principio, con pieles y cadena,
+durmiendo en el suelo; salen \3, \5 y los dos criados\)
+
+
+\3 Aquí le habéis de dejar
+pues hoy su soberbia acaba
+donde empezó. \\
+
+
+\persona{Criado 1} .Como estaba,
+la cadena vuelvo a atar.
+
+
+\5 No acabes de despertar,
+Segismundo, para verte
+perder, trocada la suerte,
+siendo tu gloria fingida,
+una sombra de la vida
+y una llama de la muerte.
+
+
+\3 A quien sabe discurrir,
+así, es bien que se prevenga
+una estancia, donde tenga
+harto lugar de argüir.
+Éste es el que habéis de asir
+y en ese cuarto encerrar.
+
+
+\5 ¿Por qué a mí? \\
+
+
+\3 Porque ha de estar
+guardado en prisión tan grave
+Clarín que secretos sabe,
+donde no pueda sonar.
+
+
+\5 ¿Yo, por dicha, solicito
+dar muerte a mi padre? No.
+¿Arrojé del balcón yo
+al Ícaro de poquito?
+¿Yo muero ni resucito?
+¿Yo sueño o duermo? ¿A qué fin
+me encierran? \\
+
+
+\3 Eres Clarín.
+
+
+\5 Pues ya digo que seré
+corneta, y que callaré,
+que es instrumento rüin.
+
+
+\[Llévanle a \5. Sale el rey \6, rebozado\]
+
+
+\6 ¿Clotaldo? \\
+
+
+\3 ¡Señor! ¿Así
+viene Vuestra Majestad?
+
+
+\6 La necia curiosidad
+de ver lo que pasa aquí
+a Segismundo, ¡ay de mí!,
+deste modo me ha traído.
+
+
+\3 Mírale allí reducido
+a su miserable estado.
+
+
+\6 ¡Ay, príncipe desdichado
+y en triste punto nacido!
+Llega a despertarle, ya
+que fuerza y vigor perdió
+con el opio que bebió.
+
+
+\3 Inquieto, señor, está,
+y hablando. \\
+
+
+\6 ¿Qué soñará
+ahora? Escuchemos, pues.
+
+
+
+\2 (En sueños) Piadoso príncipe es
+el que castiga tiranos;
+muera Clotaldo a mis manos,
+bese mi padre mis pies.
+
+
+\3 Con la muerte me amenaza.
+
+
+\6 A mí con rigor y afrenta.
+
+
+\3 Quitarme la vida intenta.
+
+
+\6 Rendirme a sus plantas traza.
+
+
+\2 (En sueños) Salga a la anchurosa plaza
+del gran teatro del mundo
+este valor sin segundo;
+porque mi venganza cuadre,
+vean triunfar de su padre
+al príncipe Segismundo. (Despierta)
+Mas ¡ay de mí!, ¿dónde estoy?
+
+
+\6 Pues a mí no me ha de ver;
+ya sabes lo que has de hacer.
+Desde allí a escucharle voy. (Retírase)
+
+
+\2 ¿Soy yo por ventura? ¿Soy
+el que preso y aherrojado
+llego a verme en tal estado?
+¿No sois mi sepulcro vos,
+torre? Sí. ¡Válgame Dios,
+qué de cosas he soñado!
+
+
+\3 \[Aparte\](A mí me toca llegar,
+a hacer la desecha ahora.)
+
+
+\2 ¿Es ya de despertar hora?
+
+
+\3 Sí, hora es ya de despertar.
+¿Todo el día te has de estar
+durmiendo? ¿Desde que yo
+al águila que voló
+con tarda vista seguí
+y te quedaste tú aquí,
+nunca has despertado? \\
+
+
+\2 No,
+ni aun ahora he despertado;
+que según, Clotaldo, entiendo,
+todavía estoy durmiendo,
+y no estoy muy engañado;
+porque si ha sido soñado
+lo que vi palpable y cierto,
+lo que veo será incierto;
+y no es mucho que rendido,
+pues veo estando dormido,
+que sueñe estando despierto.
+
+
+\3 Lo que soñaste me di.
+
+
+\2 Supuesto que sueño fue,
+no diré lo que soñé;
+lo que vi, Clotaldo, sí.
+Yo desperté, y yo me vi
+(¡qué crueldad tan lisonjera!)
+en un lecho que pudiera,
+con matices y colores,
+ser el catre de las flores
+que tejió la primavera.
+Aquí mil nobles rendidos
+a mis pies nombre me dieron
+de su príncipe, y sirvieron
+galas, joyas y vestidos.
+La calma de mis sentidos
+tú trocaste en alegría,
+diciendo la dicha mía;
+que, aunque estoy desta manera,
+príncipe en Polonia era.
+
+
+\3 Buenas albricias tendría.
+
+
+\2 No muy buenas; por traidor,
+con pecho atrevido y fuerte
+dos veces te daba muerte.
+
+
+\3 ¿Para mí tanto rigor?
+
+
+\2 De todos era señor,
+y de todos me vengaba;
+sólo a una mujer amaba...
+que fue verdad, creo yo,
+en que todo se acabó,
+y esto sólo no se acaba.
+
+\[Vase el Rey\]
+
+\3 \[Aparte\](Enternecido se ha ido
+el Rey de haberle escuchado.)
+Como habíamos hablado
+de aquella águila, dormido,
+tu sueño imperios han sido;
+mas en sueños fuera bien
+entonces honrar a quien
+te crió en tantos empeños,
+Segismundo, que aun en sueños
+no se pierde el hacer bien. \[Vase\]
+
+
+\2 Es verdad; pues reprimamos
+esta fiera condición,
+esta furia, esta ambición,
+por si alguna vez soñamos;
+y sí haremos, pues estamos
+en mundo tan singular,
+que el vivir sólo es soñar;
+y la experiencia me enseña
+que el hombre que vive, sueña
+lo que es hasta despertar.
+Sueña el rey que es rey, y vive
+con este engaño mandando,
+disponiendo y gobernando;
+y este aplauso, que recibe
+prestado, en el viento escribe,
+y en cenizas le convierte
+la muerte, (¡desdicha fuerte!);
+¿que hay quien intente reinar,
+viendo que ha de despertar
+en el sueño de la muerte!
+Sueña el rico en su riqueza,
+que más cuidados le ofrece;
+sueña el pobre que padece
+su miseria y su pobreza;
+sueña el que a medrar empieza,
+sueña el que afana y pretende,
+sueña el que agravia y ofende,
+y en el mundo, en conclusión,
+todos sueñan lo que son,
+aunque ninguno lo entiende.
+Yo sueño que estoy aquí
+destas prisiones cargado,
+y soñé que en otro estado
+más lisonjero me vi.
+¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.
+¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,
+una sombra, una ficción,
+y el mayor bien es pequeño;
+que toda la vida es sueño,
+y los sueños, sueños son.
+
+
+
+\jornada {Tercera}
+
+
+\(En la torre\)
+
+\(Sale \5\)
+
+
+\5 En una encantada torre,
+por lo que sé, vivo preso.
+¿Qué me harán por lo que ignoro
+si por lo que sé me han muerto?
+¡Que un hombre con tanta hambre
+viniese a morir viviendo!
+Lástima tengo de mí.
+Todos dirán: «bien lo creo»;
+y bien se puede creer,
+pues para mí este silencio
+no conforma con el nombre
+Clarín, y callar no puedo.
+Quien me hace compañía
+aquí, si a decirlo acierto,
+son arañas y ratones.
+¡Miren qué dulces jilgueros!
+De los sueños desta noche
+la triste cabeza tengo
+llena de mil chirimías,
+de trompetas y embelecos,
+de procesiones, de cruces,
+de disciplinantes; y éstos
+unos suben, otros bajan,
+unos se desmayan viendo
+la sangre que llevan otros;
+mas yo, la verdad diciendo,
+de no comer me desmayo;
+que en esta prisión me veo,
+donde ya todos los días
+en el filósofo leo
+Nicomedes, y las noches
+en el concilio Niceno.
+Si llaman santo al callar,
+como en calendario nuevo
+San Secreto es para mí,
+pues le ayuno y no le huelgo;
+aunque está bien merecido
+el castigo que padezco,
+pues callé, siendo criado,
+que es el mayor sacrilegio.
+
+
+\[Ruido de cajas y gente, y dicen dentro\]
+
+
+\persona{Soldado 1} Ésta es la torre en que está.
+Echad la puerta en el suelo;
+entrad todos. \\
+
+
+\5 ¡Vive Dios!
+Que a mí me buscan, es cierto,
+pues que dicen que aquí estoy.
+¿Qué me querrán? \\
+
+
+\[Salen los soldados que pudieren\]
+
+
+\persona{Soldado 1} Entrad dentro.
+
+
+\persona{Soldado 2} Aquí está. \\
+
+
+\5 No está. \\
+
+
+\persona{Todos} Señor...
+
+
+\5 ¿Si vienen borrachos éstos?
+
+
+\persona{Soldado 2} Tú nuestro príncipe eres;
+ni admitimos ni queremos
+sino al señor natural,
+y no príncipe extranjero.
+A todos nos da los pies.
+\persona{Todos} ¡Viva el gran príncipe nuestro!
+
+
+\5 \[Aparte\] (¡Vive Dios, que va de veras!
+¿Si es costumbre en este reino
+prender uno cada día
+y hacerle príncipe, y luego
+volverle a la torre? Sí,
+pues cada día lo veo;
+fuerza es hacer mi papel.)
+
+
+\persona{Todos} Danos tus plantas. \\
+
+
+\5 No puedo,
+porque las he menester
+para mí, y fuera defecto
+ser príncipe desplantado.
+
+
+\persona{Soldado 2} Todos a tu padre mesmo
+le dijimos que a ti solo
+por príncipe conocemos,
+no al de Moscovia. \\
+
+
+\5 ¿A mi padre
+le perdisteis el respeto?
+Sois unos tales por cuales.
+
+
+\persona{Soldado 1} Fue lealtad de nuestros pechos.
+
+
+\5 Si fue lealtad, yo os perdono.
+
+
+\persona{Soldado 2} Sal a restaurar tu imperio.
+¡Viva Segismundo! \\
+
+
+\persona{Todos} ¡Viva!
+
+
+\5 \[Aparte\] (¿Segismundo dicen? Bueno.
+Segismundo llaman todos
+los príncipes contrahechos.)
+
+
+\[Sale \2\]
+
+
+\2 ¿Quién nombra aquí a Segismundo?
+
+
+\5 \[Aparte\] (¡Mas que soy príncipe huero!)
+
+
+\persona{Soldado 2} ¿Quién es Segismundo? \\
+
+
+\2 Yo.
+
+
+\persona{Soldado 2} ¿Pues, cómo, atrevido y necio,
+tú te hacías Segismundo?
+
+
+\5 ¿Yo Segismundo? Eso niego.
+Que vosotros fuisteis quien
+me segismundasteis; luego
+vuestra ha sido solamente
+necedad y atrevimiento.
+
+
+\persona{Soldado 1} Gran príncipe Segismundo
+(que las señas que traemos
+tuyas son, aunque por fe
+te aclamamos señor nuestro),
+tu padre, el gran rey Basilio,
+temeroso que los cielos
+cumplan un hado, que dice
+que ha de verse a tus pies puesto,
+vencido de ti, pretende
+quitarte acción y derecho
+y dársela a Astolfo, duque
+de Moscovia. Para esto
+juntó su corte, y el vulgo,
+penetrando ya, y sabiendo
+que tiene rey natural,
+no quiere que un extranjero
+venga a mandarle. Y así,
+haciendo noble desprecio
+de la inclemencia del hado,
+te ha buscado donde preso
+vives, para que, valido
+de sus armas, y saliendo
+desta torre a restaurar
+tu imperial corona y cetro,
+se la quites a un tirano.
+Sal, pues; que en ese desierto,
+ejército numeroso
+de bandidos y plebeyos
+te aclama. La libertad
+te espera; oye sus acentos.
+
+
+\persona{Todos} \[Dentro\] ¡Viva Segismundo, viva!
+
+
+\2 ¿Otra vez? (¡qué es esto, cielos!)
+queréis que sueñe grandezas
+que ha de deshacer el tiempo?
+¿Otra vez queréis que vea
+entre sombras y bosquejos
+la majestad y la pompa
+desvanecida del viento?
+¿Otra vez queréis que toque
+el desengaño o el riesgo
+a que el humano poder
+nace humilde y vive atento?
+Pues no ha de ser, no ha de ser.
+Miradme otra vez sujeto
+a mi fortuna; y pues sé
+que toda esta vida es sueño,
+idos, sombras, que fingís
+hoy a mis sentidos muertos
+cuerpo y voz, siendo verdad
+que ni tenéis voz ni cuerpo;
+que no quiero majestades
+fingidas, pompas no quiero.
+Fantásticas ilusiones
+que al soplo menos ligero
+del aura han de deshacerse,
+bien como el florido almendro,
+que por madrugar sus flores,
+sin aviso y sin consejo,
+al primero soplo se apagan,
+marchitando y desluciendo
+de sus rosados capillos
+belleza, luz y ornamento.
+Ya os conozco, ya os conozco,
+y sé que os pasa lo mesmo
+con cualquiera que se duerme;
+para mí no hay fingimientos;
+que, desengañado ya,
+sé bien que la vida es sueño.
+
+
+\persona{Soldado 2} Si piensas que te engañamos,
+vuelve a ese monte soberbio
+los ojos, para que veas
+la gente que aguarda en ellos
+para obedecerte. \\
+
+
+\2 Ya
+otra vez vi aquesto mesmo
+tan clara y distintamente
+como ahora lo estoy viendo,
+y fue sueño. \\
+
+
+\persona{Soldato 2} Cosas grandes
+siempre, gran señor, trujeron
+anuncios; y esto sería,
+si lo soñaste primero.
+
+
+\2 Dices bien. Anuncio fue
+y caso que fuese cierto,
+pues la vida es tan corta,
+soñemos, alma, soñemos
+otra vez; pero ha de ser
+con atención y consejo
+de que hemos de despertar
+deste gusto al mejor tiempo;
+que llevándolo sabido,
+será el desengaño menos;
+que es hacer burla del daño
+adelantarle el consejo.
+Y con esta prevención
+de que, cuando fuese cierto,
+es todo el poder prestado
+y ha de volverse a su dueño,
+atrevámonos a todo.
+Vasallos, yo os agradezco
+la lealtad; en mí lleváis
+quien os libre, osado y diestro,
+de extranjera esclavitud.
+Tocad al arma, que presto
+veréis mi inmenso valor.
+Contra mi padre pretendo
+tomar armas, y sacar
+verdaderos a los cielos.
+Presto he de verle a mis plantas...
+\[Aparte\] (Mas si antes desto despierto,
+¿no será bien no decirlo,
+supuesto que no he de hacerlo?)
+
+
+\persona{Todos} ¡Viva Segismundo, viva!
+
+
+
+\3 (Sale) ¿Qué alboroto es éste, cielos?
+
+
+\2 Clotaldo. \\
+
+
+
+\3 Señor... \[Aparte\] (En mí
+su rigor prueba.) \\
+
+
+\5 \[Aparte\](Yo apuesto
+que le despeña del monte.) \[Vase\]
+
+
+\3 A tus reales plantas llego,
+ya sé que a morir. \\
+
+
+\2 Levanta,
+levanta, padre, del suelo;
+que tú has de ser norte y guía
+de quien fíe mis aciertos;
+que ya sé que mi crianza
+a tu mucha lealtad debo.
+Dame los brazos. \\
+
+
+\3 ¿Qué dices?
+
+
+\2 Que estoy soñando, y que quiero
+obrar bien, pues no se pierde
+obrar bien, aun entre sueños.
+
+
+\3 Pues, señor, si el obrar bien
+es ya tu blasón, es cierto
+que no te ofenda el que yo
+hoy solicite lo mesmo.
+¡A tu padre has de hacer guerra!
+Yo aconsejarte no puedo
+contra mi Rey, ni valerte.
+A tus plantas estoy puesto;
+dame la muerte. \\
+
+
+\2 ¡Villano,
+traidor, ingrato! \[Aparte\] (Mas ¡cielos!
+reportarme me conviene,
+que aún no sé si estoy despierto.)
+Clotaldo, vuestro valor
+os envidio y agradezco.
+Idos a servir al Rey
+que en el campo nos veremos.
+Vosotros, tocad al arma.
+
+
+\3 Mil veces tus plantas beso. \[Vase\]
+
+
+\2 A reinar, fortuna, vamos;
+no me despiertes, si duermo,
+y si es verdad, no me duermas.
+Mas, sea verdad o sueño,
+obrar bien es lo que importa.
+Si fuere verdad, por serlo;
+si no, por ganar amigos
+para cuando despertemos.
+
+
+\[Vanse y tocan al arma\]
+
+\(Salón del palacio real\)
+
+\[Salen el rey \6 y \7\]
+
+
+\6 ¿Quién, Astolfo, podrá parar prudente
+la furia de un caballo desbocado?
+¿Quién detener de un río la corriente
+que corre al mar soberbio y despeñado?
+¿Quién un peñasco suspender, valiente,
+de la cima de un monte desgajado?
+Pues todo fácil de parar ha sido,
+y un vulgo no, soberbio y atrevido.
+Dígalo en bandos el rumor partido,
+pues se oye resonar en lo profundo
+de los montes el eco repetido;
+unos ¡Astolfo, y otros ¡Segismundo!
+El dosel de la jura, reducido
+a segunda intención, a horror segundo,
+teatro funesto es, donde importuna
+representa tragedias la fortuna.
+
+
+\7 Suspéndase, señor, el alegría;
+cese el aplauso y gusto lisonjero
+que tu mano feliz me prometía;
+que si Polonia (a quien mandar espero)
+hoy se resiste a la obediencia mía,
+es porque la merezca yo primero.
+Dadme un caballo, y de arrogancia lleno,
+rayo descienda el que blasona trueno. \[Vase\]
+
+
+\6 Poco reparo tiene lo infalible,
+y mucho riesgo lo previsto tiene;
+y si ha de ser, la defensa es imposible
+de quien la excusa más, más la previene.
+¡Dura ley! ¡Fuerte caso! ¡Horror terrible!
+Quien piensa que huye el riesgo, al riesgo viene;
+con lo que yo guardaba me he perdido;
+yo mismo, yo mi patria he destruïdo.
+
+
+\[Sale \4\]
+
+
+\4 Si tu presencia, gran señor, no trata
+de enfrenar el tumulto sucedido,
+que de uno en otro bando se dilata,
+por las calles y plazas dividido,
+verás tu reino en ondas de escarlata
+nadar, entre la púrpura teñido
+de su sangre; que ya con triste modo,
+todo es desdichas y tragedias todo.
+Tanta es la ruina de tu imperio, tanta
+la fuerza del rigor duro y sangriento,
+que visto admira, y escuchado espanta.
+El sol se turba y se embaraza el viento;
+cada piedra un pirámide levanta
+y cada flor construye un monumento;
+cada edificio es un sepulcro altivo,
+cada soldado un esqueleto vivo.
+
+
+\[Sale \3\]
+
+
+\3 ¡Gracias a Dios que vivo a tus pies llego!
+
+
+\6 Clotaldo, ¿pues qué hay de Segismundo?
+
+
+\3 Que el vulgo, monstruo despeñado y ciego,
+la torre penetró, y de lo profundo
+de ella sacó su príncipe, que luego
+que vio segunda vez su honor segundo,
+valiente se mostró, diciendo fiero
+que ha de sacar al cielo verdadero.
+
+
+\6 Dadme un caballo, porque yo en persona
+vencer valiente a un hijo ingrato quiero;
+y en la defensa ya de mi corona,
+lo que la ciencia erró, venza el acero. \[Vase\]
+
+
+\4 Pues yo al lado del sol seré Belona.
+Poner mi nombre junto al tuyo espero;
+que he de volar sobre tendidas alas
+a competir con la deidad de Palas.
+
+
+\[Vase \4, y tocan al arma. Sale \1 y detiene a \3\]
+
+
+\1 Aunque el valor que se encierra
+en tu pecho, desde allí
+da voces, óyeme a mí,
+que yo sé que todo es guerra.
+Ya sabes que yo llegué
+pobre, humilde y desdichada
+a Polonia, y amparada
+de tu valor, en ti halle
+piedad; mandásteme, ¡ay cielos!,
+que disfrazada viviese
+en palacio, y pretendiese
+disimulando mis celos,
+guardarme de Astolfo. En fin,
+él me vio, y tanto atropella
+mi honor, que, viéndome, a Estrella
+de noche habla en un jardín.
+Déste la llave he tomado,
+y te podré dar lugar
+de que en él puedas entrar
+a dar fin a mi cuidado.
+Aquí, altivo, osado y fuerte,
+volver por mi honor podrás,
+pues que ya resuelto estás
+a vengarme con su muerte.
+
+
+\3 Verdad es que me incliné,
+desde el punto que te vi,
+a hacer, Rosaura, por ti
+(testigo tu llanto fue)
+cuanto mi vida pudiese.
+Lo primero que intenté
+quitarte aquel traje fue;
+porque, si Astolfo te viese,
+te viese en tu propio traje,
+sin juzgar a liviandad
+la loca temeridad
+que hace del honor ultraje.
+En este tiempo trazaba
+cómo cobrar se pudiese
+tu honor perdido, aunque fuese
+(tanto tu honor me arrestaba)
+dando muerte a Astolfo. ¡Mira
+qué caduco desvarío!
+Si bien, no siendo rey mío,
+ni me asombra ni me admira.
+Darle pensé muerte, cuando
+Segismundo pretendió
+dármela a mí, y él llegó,
+su peligro atropellando,
+a hacer en defensa mía
+muestras de su voluntad,
+que fueron temeridad,
+pasando de valentía.
+Pues ¿cómo yo ahora (advierte),
+teniendo alma agradecida,
+a quien me ha dado la vida
+le tengo de dar la muerte?
+Y así, entre los dos partido
+el afecto y el cuidado,
+viendo que a ti te la he dado,
+y que de él la he recibido,
+no sé a qué parte acudir,
+no sé qué parte ayudar.
+Si a ti me obligué con dar,
+de él lo estoy con recibir,
+y así, en la acción que se ofrece,
+nada a mi amor satisface,
+porque soy persona que hace
+y persona que padece.
+
+
+\1 No tengo que prevenir
+que en un varón singular,
+cuanto es noble acción el dar
+es bajeza el recibir.
+Y este principio asentado,
+no has de estarle agradecido,
+supuesto que si él ha sido
+el que la vida te ha dado,
+y tú a mí, evidente cosa
+es que él forzó tu nobleza
+a que hiciese una bajeza,
+y yo una acción generosa.
+Luego estás dél ofendido,
+luego estás de mí obligado,
+supuesto que a mí me has dado
+lo que dél has recibido;
+y así debes acudir
+a mi honor en riesgo tanto,
+pues yo le prefiero, cuanto
+va de dar a recibir.
+
+
+\3 Aunque la nobleza vive
+de la parte del que da,
+el agradecerle está
+de parte del que recibe;
+y pues ya dar he sabido,
+ya tengo con nombre honroso
+el nombre de generoso;
+déjame el de agradecido,
+pues le puedo conseguir
+siendo agradecido cuanto
+liberal, pues honra tanto
+el dar como el recibir.
+
+
+\1 De ti recibí la vida,
+y tú mismo me dijiste,
+cuando la vida me diste,
+que la que estaba ofendida
+no era vida; luego yo
+nada de ti he recibido;
+pues muerte, no vida, ha sido
+la que tu mano me dio.
+Y si debes ser primero
+liberal que agradecido
+(como de ti mismo he oído),
+que me des la vida espero,
+que no me la has dado; y pues
+el dar engrandece más,
+sé antes liberal; serás
+agradecido después.
+
+
+\3 Vencido de tu argumento,
+antes liberal seré.
+Yo, Rosaura, te daré
+mi hacienda, y en un convento
+vive; que está bien pensado
+el medio que solicito;
+pues huyendo de un delito
+te recoges a un sagrado;
+que cuando, tan dividido,
+el reino desdichas siente,
+no he de ser quien las aumente,
+habiendo noble nacido.
+Con el remedio elegido
+soy con el reino leal,
+soy contigo liberal,
+con Astolfo agradecido;
+y así escogerle te cuadre,
+quedándose entre los dos
+que no hiciera, ¡vive Dios!
+más, cuando fuera tu padre.
+
+
+\1 Cuando tú mi padre fueras,
+sufriera esa injuria yo;
+pero no siéndolo, no.
+
+
+\3 ¿Pues qué es lo que hacer esperas?
+
+
+\1 Matar al duque. \\
+
+
+\3 ¿Una dama
+que padre no ha conocido,
+tanto valor ha tenido?
+
+
+\1 Sí. \\
+
+
+\3 ¿Quién te alienta? \\
+
+
+\1 ¡Mi fama!
+
+
+\3 Mira que a Astolfo has de ver...
+
+
+\1 Todo mi honor lo atropella.
+
+
+\3 ...tu rey, y esposo de Estrella.
+
+
+\1 ¡Vive Dios, que no ha de ser!
+
+
+\3 Es locura. \\
+
+
+\1 Ya lo veo.
+
+
+\3 Pues véncela. \\
+
+
+\1 No podré.
+
+
+\3 Pues perderás... \\
+
+
+\1 Ya lo sé.
+
+
+\3 ...vida y honor. \\
+
+
+\1 Bien lo creo.
+
+
+\3 ¿Qué intentas? \\
+
+
+\1 Mi muerte. \\
+
+
+\3 Mira
+que eso es despecho. \\
+
+
+\1 Es honor.
+
+
+\3 Es desatino. \\
+
+
+\1 Es valor.
+
+
+\3 Es frenesí. \\
+
+
+\1 Es rabia, es ira.
+
+
+\3 En fin, ¿que no se da medio
+a tu ciega pasión. \\
+
+
+\1 No.
+
+
+\3 ¿Quién ha de ayudarte? \\
+
+
+\1 Yo.
+
+
+\3 ¿No hay remedio? \\
+
+
+\1 No hay remedio.
+
+
+\3 Piensa bien si hay otros modos...
+
+
+\1 Perderme de otra manera. \[Vase\]
+
+
+\3 Pues has de perderte, espera,
+hija, y perdámonos todos. \[Vase\]
+
+
+\(Campo\)
+
+\(Tocan y salen, marchando, soldados, \5 y \2, vestido de
+pieles\)
+
+
+\2 Si este día me viera
+Roma en los triunfos de su edad primera,
+¡oh, cuánto se alegrara
+viendo lograr una ocasión tan rara
+de tener una fiera
+que sus grandes ejércitos rigiera,
+a cuyo altivo aliento
+fuera poca conquista el firmamento!
+Pero el vuelo abatamos,
+espíritu; no así desvanezcamos
+aqueste aplauso incierto,
+si ha de pesarme cuando esté despierto,
+de haberlo conseguido
+para haberlo perdido;
+pues mientras menos fuere,
+menos se sentirá si se perdiere.
+
+
+\[Dentro suena un clarín\]
+
+
+\5 En un veloz caballo
+(perdóname, que fuerza es el pintallo
+en viniéndome a cuento),
+en quien un mapa se dibuja atento,
+pues el cuerpo es la tierra,
+el fuego el alma que en el pecho encierra,
+la espuma el mar, el aire su suspiro,
+en cuya confusión un caos admiro,
+pues en el alma, espuma, cuerpo, aliento,
+monstruo es de fuego, tierra, mar y viento,
+de color remendado,
+rucio, y a su propósito rodado,
+del que bate la espuela,
+que en vez de correr, vuela,
+a tu presencia llega
+airosa una mujer. \\
+
+
+\2 Su luz me ciega.
+
+
+\5 ¡Vive Dios, que es Rosaura! \[Vase\]
+
+
+\2 El cielo a mi presencia la restaura.
+
+
+\[Sale \1, con vaquero, espada y daga\]
+
+
+\1 Generoso Segismundo,
+cuya majestad heroica
+sale al día de sus hechos
+de la noche de sus sombras;
+y como el mayor planeta,
+que en los brazos de la aurora
+se restituye luciente
+a las flores y a las rosas,
+y sobre mares y montes,
+cuando coronado asoma,
+luz esparce, rayos brilla,
+cumbres baña, espumas borda;
+así amanezcas al mundo,
+luciente sol de Polonia,
+que a una mujer infelice,
+que hoy a tus plantas se arroja,
+ampares por ser mujer
+y desdichada; dos cosas
+que para obligar a un hombre
+que de valiente blasona,
+cualquiera de las dos basta,
+de las dos cualquiera sobra.
+Tres veces son las que ya
+me admiras, tres las que ignoras
+quién soy, pues las tres me has visto
+en diverso traje y forma.
+La primera me creíste
+varón, en la rigurosa
+prisión, donde fue tu vida
+de mis desdichas lisonja.
+La segunda me admiraste
+mujer, cuando fue la pompa
+de tu majestad un sueño,
+una fantasma, una sombra.
+La tercera es hoy, que siendo
+monstruo de una especie y otra,
+entre galas de mujer
+armas de varón me adornan.
+Y porque compadecido
+mejor mi amparo dispongas,
+es bien que de mis sucesos
+trágicas fortunas oigas.
+De noble madre nací
+en la corte de Moscovia,
+que, según fue desdichada,
+debió de ser muy hermosa.
+En ésta puso los ojos
+un traidor, que no le nombra
+mi voz por no conocerle,
+de cuyo valor me informa
+el mío; pues siendo objeto
+de su idea, siento ahora
+no haber nacido gentil,
+para persuadirme, loca,
+a que fue algún dios de aquellos
+que en metamorfosis lloran
+lluvia de oro, cisne y toro,
+Dánae, Leda y Europa.
+Cuando pensé que alargaba,
+citando aleves historias,
+el discurso, hallo que en él
+te he dicho en razones pocas
+que mi madre, persuadida
+a finezas amorosas,
+fue como ninguna bella,
+y fue infeliz como todas.
+Aquella necia disculpa
+de fe y palabra de esposa
+la alcanza tanto, que aun hoy
+el pensamiento la cobra,
+habiendo sido un tirano
+tan Eneas de su Troya,
+que la dejó hasta la espada.
+Enváinese aquí su hoja,
+que yo la desnudaré
+antes que acabe la historia.
+Deste, pues, mal dado nudo
+que ni ata ni aprisiona,
+o matrimonio o delito,
+si bien todo es una cosa,
+nací yo tan parecida,
+que fui un retrato, una copia,
+ya que en la hermosura no,
+en la dicha y en las obras;
+y así, no habré menester
+decir que, poco dichosa
+heredera de fortunas,
+corrí con ella una propia.
+Lo más que podré decirte
+de mí, es el dueño que roba
+los trofeos de mi honor,
+los despojos de mi honra.
+Astolfo... ¡ay de mí!, al nombrarle
+se encoleriza y se enoja
+el corazón, propio efecto
+de que enemigo se nombra.
+Astolfo fue el dueño ingrato
+que, olvidado de las glorias
+(porque en un pasado amor
+se olvida hasta la memoria),
+vino a Polonia, llamado
+de su conquista famosa,
+a casarse con Estrella,
+que fue de mi ocaso antorcha.
+¿Quién creerá que habiendo sido
+una estrella quien conforma
+dos amantes, sea una Estrella
+la que los divida ahora?
+Yo ofendida, yo burlada,
+quedé triste, quedé loca,
+quedé muerta, quedé yo,
+que es decir que quedó toda
+la confusión del infierno
+cifrada en mi Babilonia;
+y declarándome muda
+(porque hay penas y congojas
+que las dicen los afectos
+mucho mejor que la boca)
+dije mis penas callando,
+hasta que una vez a solas
+Violante mi madre ¡ay cielos!
+rompió la prisión, y en tropa
+del pecho salieron juntas,
+tropezando unas con otras.
+No me embaracé en decirlas;
+que en sabiendo una persona
+que, a quien sus flaquezas cuenta
+ha sido cómplice en otras,
+parece que ya le hace
+la salva y le desahoga;
+que a veces el mal ejemplo
+sirve de algo. En fin, piadosa
+oyó mis quejas, y quiso
+consolarme con las propias;
+juez que ha sido delincuente,
+¡qué fácilmente perdona!
+y escarmentando en sí misma,
+(que por negar a la ociosa
+libertad, al tiempo fácil,
+el remedio de su honra,
+no le tuvo en mis desdichas),
+por mejor consejo toma
+que le siga, y que le obligue,
+con finezas prodigiosas,
+a la deuda de mi honor;
+y para que a menos costa
+fuese, quiso mi fortuna
+que en traje de hombre me ponga.
+Descolgó una antigua espada
+que es ésta que ciño. Ahora
+es tiempo que se desnude,
+como prometí, la hoja,
+pues confïada en sus señas
+me dijo: «Parte a Polonia,
+y procura que te vean
+ese acero que te adorna
+los más nobles; que en alguno
+podrá ser que hallen piadosa
+acogida tus fortunas,
+y consuelo tus congojas».
+Llegué a Polonia, en efecto.
+Pasemos, pues que no importa
+el decirlo, y ya se sabe,
+que un bruto que se desboca
+me llevó a tu cueva, adonde
+tú de mirarme te asombras.
+Pasemos que allí Clotaldo
+de mi parte se apasiona,
+que pide mi vida al Rey,
+que el Rey mi vida le otorga,
+que, informado de quién soy,
+me persuade a que me ponga
+mi propio traje, y que sirva
+a Estrella, donde ingeniosa
+estorbé el amor de Astolfo
+y el ser Estrella su esposa.
+Pasemos que aquí me viste
+otra vez confuso, y otra
+con el traje de mujer
+confundiste entrambas formas;
+y vamos a que Clotaldo,
+persuadido a que le importa
+que se casen y que reinen
+Astolfo y Estrella hermosa,
+contra mi honor me aconseja
+que la pretensión deponga.
+Yo, viendo que tú, ¡oh valiente
+Segismundo!, a quien hoy toca
+la venganza, pues el cielo
+quiere que la cárcel rompas
+de esa rústica prisión,
+donde ha sido tu persona
+al sentimiento una fiera,
+al sufrimiento una roca,
+las armas contra tu patria
+y contra tu padre tomas,
+vengo a ayudarte, mezclando
+entre las galas costosas
+de Dïana, los arneses
+de Palas, vistiendo ahora,
+ya la tela y ya el acero,
+que entrambos juntos me adornan.
+Ea, pues, fuerte caudillo,
+a los dos juntos importa
+impedir y deshacer
+estas concertadas bodas:
+a mí, porque no se case
+el que mi esposo se nombra,
+y a ti, porque estando juntos
+sus dos estados, no pongan
+con más poder y más fuerza
+en duda nuestra victoria.
+Mujer, vengo a persuadirte
+al remedio de mi honra,
+y varón, vengo a alentarte
+a que cobres tu corona.
+Mujer, vengo a enternecerte
+cuando a tus plantas me ponga,
+y varón, vengo a servirte
+cuando a tus gentes socorra.
+Mujer, vengo a que me valgas
+en mi agravio y mi congoja,
+y varón, vengo a valerte
+con mi acero y mi persona.
+Y así, piensa que si hoy
+como a mujer me enamoras,
+como varón te daré
+la muerte en defensa honrosa
+de mi honor, porque he de ser,
+en su conquista amorosa,
+mujer para darte quejas,
+varón para ganar honras.
+
+
+\2 \[Aparte\] (Cielos, si es verdad que sueño,
+suspendedme la memoria,
+que no es posible que quepan
+en un sueño tantas cosas.
+¡Válgame Dios, quién supiera,
+o saber salir de todas,
+o no pensar en ninguna!
+¿Quién vio penas tan dudosas?
+Si soñé aquella grandeza
+en que me vi, ¿cómo ahora
+esta mujer me refiere
+unas señas tan notorias?
+Luego fue verdad, no sueño;
+y si fue verdad, que es otra
+confusión y no menor,
+¿cómo mi vida le nombra
+sueño? Pues ¿tan parecidas
+a los sueños son las glorias,
+que las verdaderas son
+tenidas por mentirosas,
+y las fingidas por ciertas?
+¡Tan poco hay de unas a otras
+que hay cuestión sobre saber
+si lo que se ve y se goza
+es mentira o es verdad!
+¿Tan semejante es la copia
+al original, que hay duda
+en saber si es ella propia?
+Pues si es así, y ha de verse
+desvanecida entre sombras
+la grandeza y el poder,
+la majestad y la pompa,
+sepamos aprovechar
+este rato que nos toca,
+pues sólo se goza en ella
+lo que entre sueños se goza.
+Rosaura está en mi poder,
+su hermosura el alma adora;
+gocemos, pues, la ocasión;
+el amor las leyes rompa
+del valor y confianza
+con que a mis plantas se postra.
+Esto es sueño; y pues lo es,
+soñemos dichas ahora,
+que después serán pesares.
+Mas con mis razones propias
+vuelvo a convencerme a mí.
+Si es sueño, si es vanagloria,
+¿quién por vanagloria humana
+pierde una divina gloria?
+¿Qué pasado bien no es sueño?
+¿Quién tuvo dichas heroicas
+que entre sí no diga, cuando
+las revuelve en su memoria:
+«sin duda que fue soñado
+cuanto vi»? Pues si esto toca
+mi desengaño, si sé
+que es el gusto llama hermosa
+que la convierte en cenizas
+cualquiera viento que sopla,
+acudamos a lo eterno;
+que es la fama vividora
+donde ni duermen las dichas,
+ni las grandezas reposan.
+Rosaura está sin honor;
+más a un príncipe le toca
+el dar honor que quitarle.
+¡Vive Dios! que de su honra
+he de ser conquistador
+antes que de mi corona.
+Huyamos de la ocasión,
+que es muy fuerte.) ¡Al arma toca (A un soldado)
+que hoy de dar la batalla,
+antes que a las negras sombras
+sepulten los rayos de oro
+entre verdinegras ondas!
+
+
+\1 ¡Señor!, ¿pues así te ausentas?
+¿Pues ni una palabra sola
+no te debe mi cuidado,
+ni merece mi congoja?
+¿Cómo es posible, señor,
+que ni me miras ni oigas?
+¿Aun no me vuelves el rostro?
+
+
+\2 Rosaura, al honor le importa,
+por ser piadoso contigo,
+ser cruel contigo ahora.
+No te responde mi voz,
+porque mi honor te responda;
+no te hablo, porque quiero
+que te hablen por mí mis obras;
+ni te miro, porque es fuerza,
+en pena tan rigurosa,
+que no mire tu hermosura
+quien ha de mirar tu honra. \[Vase\]
+
+
+\1 ¿Qué enigmas, cielos, son éstas?
+Después de tanto pesar,
+¡aun me queda que dudar
+con equívocas respuestas!
+
+
+\[Sale \5\]
+
+
+\5 ¿Señora, es hora de verte?
+
+
+\1 ¡Ay, Clarín! ¿Dónde has estado?
+
+
+\5 En una torre encerrado
+brujuleando mi muerte,
+si me da, o no me da;
+y a figura que me diera
+pasante quínola fuera
+mi vida; que estuve ya
+para dar un estallido.
+
+
+\1 ¿Por qué? \\
+
+
+\5 Porque sé el secreto
+de quién eres, y en efeto, (Dentro cajas)
+Clotaldo... ¿Pero qué ruido
+es éste? \\
+
+
+\1 ¿Qué puede ser?
+
+
+\5 Que del palacio sitiado
+sale un escuadrón armado
+a resistir y vencer
+el del fiero Segismundo.
+
+
+\1 ¿Pues cómo cobarde estoy
+y ya a su lado no soy
+un escándalo del mundo,
+cuando ya tanta crueldad
+cierra sin orden ni ley? \[Vase\]
+
+
+\persona{Unos} ¡Viva nuestro invicto Rey!
+
+
+\persona{Otros} ¡Viva nuestra libertad!
+
+
+\5 ¡La libertad y el Rey vivan!
+Vivan muy enhorabuena;
+que a mí nada me da pena
+como en cuenta me reciban,
+que yo, apartado este día
+en tan grande confusión,
+haga el papel de Nerón
+que de nada se dolía.
+Si bien me quiero doler
+de algo, y ha de ser de mí;
+escondido, desde aquí
+toda la fiesta he de ver.
+El sitio es oculto y fuerte
+entre estas peñas. Pues ya
+la muerte no me hallará,
+¡dos higas para la muerte!
+
+
+\[Escóndese, suena ruido de armas. Salen el rey \6, \3 y \7
+huyendo \]
+
+
+\6 ¿Hay más infelice rey?
+¿Hay padre más perseguido?
+
+
+\3 Ya tu ejército vencido
+baja sin tino ni ley.
+
+
+\7 Los traidores vencedores
+quedan. \\
+
+
+\6 En batallas tales
+los que vencen son leales,
+los vencidos los traidores.
+Huyamos, Clotaldo, pues,
+del crüel, del inhumano
+rigor de un hijo tirano.
+
+
+\[Disparan dentro y cae \5, herido, de donde está\]
+
+
+\5 ¡Válgame el cielo! \\
+
+
+\7 ¿Quién es
+este infelice soldado,
+que a nuestros pies ha caído
+en sangre todo teñido?
+
+
+\5 Soy un hombre desdichado,
+que por quererme guardar
+de la muerte, la busqué.
+Huyendo de ella, topé
+con ella, pues no hay lugar
+para la muerte secreto;
+de donde claro se arguye
+que quien más su efecto huye,
+es quien se llega a su efeto.
+Por eso tornad, tornad
+a la lid sangrienta luego;
+que entre las armas y el fuego
+hay mayor seguridad
+que en el monte más guardado;
+que no hay seguro camino
+a la fuerza del destino
+y a la inclemencia del hado;
+y así, aunque a libraros vais
+de la muerte con hüir.
+¡Mirad que vais a morir,
+si está de Dios que muráis! (Cae dentro)
+
+
+\6 ¡Mirad que vais a morir
+si está de Dios que muráis!
+¡Qué bien, ¡ay cielos!, persuade
+nuestro error, nuestra ignorancia
+a mayor conocimiento
+este cadáver que habla
+por la boca de una herida,
+siendo el humor que desata
+sangrienta lengua que enseña
+que son diligencias vanas
+del hombre cuantas dispone
+contra mayor fuerza y causa!
+Pues yo, por librar de muertes
+y sediciones mi patria,
+vine a entregarla a los mismos
+de quien pretendí librarla.
+
+
+\3 Aunque el hado, señor, sabe
+todos los caminos, y halla
+a quien busca entre los espeso
+de las peñas, no es cristiana
+determinación decir
+que no hay reparo a su saña.
+Sí hay, que el prudente varón
+victoria del hado alcanza;
+y si no estás reservado
+de la pena y la desgracia,
+haz por donde te reserves.
+
+
+\7 Clotaldo, señor, te habla
+como prudente varón
+que madura edad alcanza;
+yo, como joven valiente.
+Entre las espesas ramas
+dese monte está un caballo,
+veloz aborto del aura;
+huye en él, que yo entretanto
+te guardaré las espaldas.
+
+
+\6 Si está de Dios que yo muera,
+o si la muerte me aguarda
+aquí, hoy la quiero buscar,
+esperando cara a cara.
+
+
+\[Tocan al arma y sale \2 y toda la compañía\]
+
+
+\2 En lo intricado del monte,
+entre sus espesas ramas,
+el Rey se esconde. Seguidle,
+no quede en sus cumbres planta
+que no examine el cuidado,
+tronco a tronco, y rama a rama.
+
+
+\3 ¡Huye, señor! \\
+
+
+\6 ¿Para qué?
+
+
+\7 ¿Qué intentas? \\
+
+
+\6 Astolfo, aparta.
+
+
+\3 ¿Qué quieres? \\
+
+
+\6 Hacer, Clotaldo,
+un remedio que me falta.
+Si a mí buscándome vas, \[a \2\]
+ya estoy, príncipe, a tus plantas;
+sea de ellas blanca alfombra
+esta nieve de mis canas.
+Pisa mi cerviz y huella
+mi corona; postra, arrastra
+mi decoro y mi respeto;
+toma de mi honor venganza;
+sírvete de mí cautivo;
+y tras prevenciones tantas,
+cumpla el hado su homenaje,
+cumpla el cielo su palabra.
+
+
+\2 Corte ilustre de Polonia,
+que de admiraciones tantas
+sois testigos, atended,
+que vuestro príncipe os habla.
+Lo que está determinado
+del cielo, y en azul tabla
+Dios con el dedo escribió,
+de quien son cifras y estampas
+tantos papeles azules
+que adornan letras doradas,
+nunca engaña, nunca miente,
+porque quien miente y engaña
+es quien, para usar mal dellas,
+las penetra y las alcanza.
+Mi padre, que está presente,
+por excusarse a la saña
+de mi condición, me hizo
+un bruto, una fiera humana;
+de suerte que, cuando yo
+por mi nobleza gallarda,
+por mi sangre generosa,
+por mi condición bizarra
+hubiera nacido dócil
+y humilde, sólo bastara
+tal género de vivir,
+tal linaje de crianza,
+a hacer fieras mis costumbres;
+¡qué buen modo de estorbarlas!
+Si a cualquier hombre dijesen:
+«Alguna fiera inhumana
+te dará muerte», ¿escogiera
+buen remedio en despertalla
+cuando estuviese durmiendo?
+Si dijeran: «Esta espada
+que traes ceñida, ha de ser
+quien te dé la muerte», vana
+diligencia de evitarlo
+fuera entonces desnudarla
+y ponérsela a los pechos.
+Si dijesen: «Golfos de agua
+han de ser tu sepultura
+en monumentos de plata»,
+mal hiciera en darse al mar,
+cuando soberbio levanta
+rizados montes de nieve,
+de cristal crespas montañas.
+Lo mismo le ha sucedido
+que a quien, porque le amenaza
+una fiera, la despierta;
+que a quien, temiendo una espada
+la desnuda; y que a quien mueve
+las ondas de la borrasca.
+Y cuando fuera (escuchadme)
+dormida fiera mi saña,
+templada espada mi furia,
+mi rigor quieta bonanza,
+la Fortuna no se vence
+con injusticia y venganza,
+porque antes se incita más;
+y así, quien vencer aguarda
+a su fortuna, ha de ser
+con prudencia y con templanza.
+No antes de venir el daño
+se reserva ni se guarda
+quien le previene; que aunque
+puede humilde (cosa es clara)
+reservarse dél, no es
+sino después que se halla
+en la ocasión, porque aquésta
+no hay camino de estorbarla.
+Sirva de ejemplo este raro
+espectáculo, esta extraña
+admiración, este horror,
+este prodigio; pues nada
+es más que llegar a ver
+con prevenciones tan varias,
+rendido a mis pies a un padre
+y atropellado a un monarca.
+Sentencia del cielo fue;
+por más que quiso estorbarla
+él, no pudo; ¿y podré yo
+que soy menor en las canas,
+en el valor y en la ciencia,
+vencerla? Señor, levanta,
+dame tu mano, que ya
+que el cielo te desengaña
+de que has errado en el modo
+de vencerle, humilde aguarda
+mi cuello a que tú te vengues;
+rendido estoy a tus plantas.
+
+
+\6 Hijo, que tan noble acción
+otra vez en mis entrañas
+te engendra, príncipe eres.
+A ti el laurel y la palma
+se te deben; tú venciste;
+corónente tus hazañas.
+
+
+\persona{Todos} ¡Viva Segismundo, viva!
+
+
+\2 Pues que ya vencer aguarda
+mi valor grandes victorias,
+hoy ha de ser la más alta
+vencerme a mí. Astolfo dé
+la mano luego a Rosaura,
+pues sabe que de su honor
+es deuda y yo he de cobrarla.
+
+
+\7 Aunque es verdad que la debo
+obligaciones, repara
+que ella no sabe quién es;
+y es bajeza y es infamia
+casarme yo con mujer...
+
+
+\3 No prosigas, tente, aguarda;
+porque Rosaura es tan noble
+como tú, Astolfo, y mi espada
+lo defenderá en el campo;
+que es mi hija, y esto basta.
+
+
+\7 ¿Qué dices? \\
+
+
+\3 Que yo hasta verla
+casada, noble y honrada,
+no la quise descubrir.
+La historia desto es muy larga;
+pero, en fin, es hija mía.
+
+
+\7 Pues siendo así, mi palabra
+cumpliré. \\
+
+
+\2 Pues, porque Estrella
+no quede desconsolada,
+viendo que príncipe pierde
+de tanto valor y fama,
+de mi propia mano yo
+con esposo he de casarla
+que en méritos y fortuna
+si no le excede, le iguala.
+Dame la mano. \\
+
+
+\4 Yo gano
+en merecer dicha tanta.
+
+
+\2 A Clotaldo, que leal
+sirvió a mi padre, le aguardan
+mis brazos, con las mercedes
+que él pidiere que le haga.
+
+
+\persona{Soldado 1} Si así a quien no te ha servido
+honras, ¿a mí, que fui causa
+del alboroto del reino,
+y de la torre en que estabas
+te saqué, qué me darás?
+
+
+\2 La torre; y porque no salgas
+della nunca, hasta morir
+has de estar allí con guardas;
+que el traidor no es menester
+siendo la traición pasada.
+
+
+\6 Tu ingenio a todos admira.
+
+
+\7 ¡Qué condición tan mudada!
+
+
+\1 ¡Qué discreto y qué prudente!
+
+
+\2 ¿Qué os admira? ¿Qué os espanta,
+si fue mi maestro un sueño,
+y estoy temiendo, en mis ansias,
+que he de despertar y hallarme
+otra vez en mi cerrada
+prisión? Y cuando no sea,
+el soñarlo sólo basta;
+pues así llegué a saber
+que toda la dicha humana,
+en fin, pasa como sueño,
+y quiero hoy aprovecharla
+el tiempo que me durare,
+pidiendo de nuestras faltas
+perdón, pues de pechos nobles
+es tan propio el perdonarlas.
+
+\endDrama
+\endVersus
+\end{document}
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+ {Leaves of Grass\\[3ex]
+ \RelSize {-2}\textit{Memories of President Lincoln}}
+ {Signet Classics\\[.5ex]New American Library, 1958}
+
+\pagestyle {whitman}
+\thispagestyle {empty}
+
+
+\GroupTitle {MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd}
+
+
+ \Modus \excessus {\justified[850]}
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+ \Forma {0{\penalty 1000}0}
+
+\stropha % 1
+
+When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
+And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
+I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
+ \vacua
+Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
+Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
+And thought of him I love.
+
+\stropha % 2
+
+O powerful western fallen star!
+O shades of night---O moody, tearful night!
+O great star disappear'd---O the black murk that hides the star!
+O cruel hands that hold me powerless---O helpless soul of me!
+O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul.
+
+
+\stropha % 3
+
+In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-\\wash'd palings,
+Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
+With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
+With every leaf a miracle---and from this bush in the dooryard,
+With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
+A sprig with its flower I break.
+
+\stropha % 4
+
+In the swamp in secluded recesses,
+A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.
+ \vacua
+Solitary the thrush,
+The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,
+Sings by himself a song.
+ \vacua
+Song of the bleeding throat,
+Death's outlet song of life, (for well dear brother I know,
+If thou wast not granted to sing thou wouldist surely die.)
+
+\stropha % 5
+
+Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities,
+Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the violets peep'd %
+ from the ground, spotting the gray debris,
+Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the %
+ endless grass,
+Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat, every grain from its shroud in the %
+ dark-brown fields uprisen,
+Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards,
+Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave,
+Night and day journeys a coffin.
+
+\stropha % 6
+
+Coffin that passes through lanes and streets,
+Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land,
+With the pomp of the inloop'd flags with the cities draped in black,
+With the show of the States themselves as of crape-veil'd women standing,
+With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night,
+With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the %
+ unbared heads,
+With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces,
+With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong %
+ and solemn,
+With all the mournful voices of the dirges pour'd around the coffin,
+The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs---where amid these %
+ you journey,
+With the tolling tolling bells' perpetual clang,
+Here, coffin that slowly passes,
+I give you my sprig of lilac.
+
+\stropha % 7
+
+(Nor for you, for one alone,
+Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring,
+For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you \\O sane %
+ and sacred death.
+ \vacua
+All over bouquets of roses,
+O death, I cover you over with roses and early lilies,
+But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first,
+Copious I break, I break the sprigs from the bushes,
+With loaded arms I come, pouring for you,
+For you and the coffins all of you O death.)
+
+\stropha % 8
+
+O western orb sailing the heaven,
+Now I know what you must have meant as a month since I walk'd,
+As I walk'd in silence the transparent shadowy night,
+As I saw you had something to tell as you bent to me night after night,
+As you droop'd from the sky low down as if to my side, (while the %
+ other stars all look'd on,)
+As we wander'd together the solemn night, (for something I know not %
+ what kept me from sleep,)
+As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west how full you %
+ were of woe,
+As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze in the cool transparent night,
+As I watch'd where you pass'd and was lost in the netherward black %
+ of the night,
+As my soul in its trouble dissatisfied sank, as where you sad orb,
+Concluded, dropt in the night, and was gone.
+
+\stropha % 9
+
+Sing on there in the swamp,
+O singer bashful and tender, I hear your notes, I hear your call,
+I hear, I come presently, I understand you,
+But a moment I linger, for the lustrous star has detain'd me,
+The star my departing comrade holds and detains me.
+
+\stropha % 10
+
+O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved?
+And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone?
+And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
+ \vacua
+Sea-winds blown from east and west,
+Blown from the Eastern sea and blown from the Western sea, till %
+ there on the prairies meeting,
+These and with these and the breath of my chant,
+I'll perfume the grave of him I love.
+
+\stropha % 11
+
+O what shall I hang on the chamber walls?
+And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls,
+To adorn the burial-house of him I love?
+Pictures of growing spring and farms and homes,
+With the Fourth-month eve at sundown, and the gray smoke lucid and bright,
+With floods of the yellow gold of the gorgeous, indolent, sinking %
+ sun, burning, expanding the air,
+With the fresh sweet herbage under foot, and the pale green leaves %
+ of the trees prolific,
+In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river, with a %
+ wind-dapple here and there,
+With ranging hills on the banks, with many a line against the sky, %
+ and shadows,
+And the city at hand with dwellings so dense, and stacks of chimneys,
+And all the scenes of life and the workshops, and the work\-men %
+ homeward returning.
+
+\stropha % 12
+
+Lo, body and soul---this land,
+My own Manhattan with spires, and the sparkling and hurrying tides, %
+ and the ships,
+The varied and ample land, the South and the North in the light, %
+ Ohio's shores and flashing Missouri,
+And ever the far-spreading prairies cover'd with grass and corn.
+ \vacua
+Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty,
+The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes,
+The gentle soft-born measureless light,
+The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon,
+The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars,
+Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.
+
+\stropha % 13
+
+Sing on, sing on you gray-brown bird,
+Sing from the swamps, the recesses, pour your chant from the bushes,
+Limitless out of the dusk, out of the cedars and pines.
+ \vacua
+Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song,
+Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.
+ \vacua
+O liquid and free and tender!
+O wild and loose to my soul---O wondrous singer!
+You only I hear---yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,)
+Yet the lilac with mastering odor holds me.
+
+\stropha % 14
+
+Now while I sat in the day and look'd forth,
+In the close of the day with its light and the fields of spring, and %
+ the farmers preparing their crops,
+In the large unconscious scenery of my land with its lakes and forests,
+In the heavenly aerial beauty, (after the perturb'd winds and the storms,)
+Under the arching heavens of the afternoon swift passing, and the %
+ voices of children and women,
+The many-moving sea-tides, and I saw the ships how they sail'd,
+And the summer approaching with richness, and the fields all busy %
+ with labor,
+And the infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with %
+ its meals and minutia of daily usages,
+And the streets how their throbbings throbb'd, and the cities pent--- %
+ lo, then and there,
+Falling upon them all and among them all, enveloping me with the rest,
+Appear'd the cloud, appear'd the long black trail,
+And I knew death, its thought, and the sacred knowledge of death.
+ \vacua
+Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me,
+And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me,
+And I in the middle as with companions, and as holding the hands of %
+ companions,
+I fled forth to the hiding receiving night that talks not,
+Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness,
+To the solemn shadowy cedars and ghostly pines so still.
+ \vacua
+And the singer so shy to the rest receiv'd me,
+The gray-brown bird I know receiv'd us comrades three,
+And he sang the carol of death, and a verse for him I love.
+ \vacua
+From deep secluded recesses,
+From the fragrant cedars and the ghostly pines so still,
+Came the carol of the bird.
+ \vacua
+And the charm of the carol rapt me,
+As I held as if by their hands my comrades in the night,
+And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
+ \vacua
+{\Facies* \textus {\itshape}
+Come lovely and soothing death,
+Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,
+In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
+Sooner or later delicate death.
+ \vacua
+Prais'd be the fathomless universe,
+For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious,
+And for love, sweet love---but praise! praise! praise!
+For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death.
+ \vacua
+Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet,
+Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?
+Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all,
+I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.
+ \vacua
+Approach strong deliveress,
+When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead,
+Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee,
+Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
+ \vacua
+From me to thee glad serenades,
+Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee,
+And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread shy are fitting,
+And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night.
+ \vacua
+The night in silence under many a star,
+The ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I know,
+And the soul turning to thee O vast and well-veil'd death,
+And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.
+ \vacua
+Over the tree-tops I float thee a song,
+Over the rising and sinking waves, over the myriad fields and the %
+ prairies wide,
+Over the dense-pack'd cities all and the teeming wharves and ways,
+I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee O death.
+}
+\stropha % 15
+
+To the tally of my soul,
+Loud and strong kept up the gray-brown bird,
+With pure deliberate notes spreading filling the night.
+ \vacua
+Loud in the pines and cedars dim,
+Clear in the freshness moist and the swamp-perfume,
+And I with my comrades there in the night.
+ \vacua
+While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed,
+As to long panoramas of visions.
+ \vacua
+And I saw askant the armies,
+I saw as in noiseless dreams hundreds of battle-flags,
+Borne through the smoke of the battles and pierc'd with missiles I saw them,
+And carried hither and yon through the smoke, and torn and bloody,
+And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs, (and all in silence,)
+And the staffs all splinter'd and broken.
+ \vacua
+I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them,
+And the white skeletons of young men, I saw them,
+I saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of the war,
+But I saw they were not as was thought,
+They themselves were fully at rest, they suffer'd not,
+The living remain'd and suffer'd, the mother suffer'd,
+And the wife and the child and the musing comrade suffer'd,
+And the armies that remain'd suffer'd.
+
+\stropha % 16
+
+Passing the visions, passing the night,
+Passing, unloosing the hold of my comrades' hands,
+Passing the song of the hermit bird and the tallying song of my soul,
+Victorious song, death's outlet song, yet varying ever-altering song,
+As low and wailing, yet clear the notes, rising and falling, %
+ flooding the night,
+Sadly sinking and fainting, as warning and warning, and yet again %
+ bursting with joy,
+Covering the earth and filling the spread of the heaven,
+As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses,
+Passing, I leave thee lilac with heart-shaped leaves,
+I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring.
+ \vacua
+I cease from my song for thee,
+From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee,
+O comrade lustrous with silver face in the night.
+ \vacua
+Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night,
+The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird,
+And the tallying chant, the echo arous'd in my soul,
+With the lustrous and drooping star with the countenance full of woe,
+With the holders holding my hand nearing the call of the bird,
+Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for %
+ the dead I loved so well,
+For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands---and this for %
+ his dear sake,
+Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul,
+There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.
+
+\Facies \strophae {}
+\stropha
+
+\end{poem}
+
+\begin{poem}{O Captain! My Captain!}
+
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+
+O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
+The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
+The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
+While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
+ But O heart! heart! heart!
+ O the bleeding drops of red,
+ Where on the deck my Captain lies,
+ Fallen cold and dead.
+
+O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
+Rise up---for you the flag is flung---for you the bugle trills,
+For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths---for you the shores a-crowding,
+For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
+ Here Captain! dear father!
+ This arm beneath your head!
+ It is some dream that on the deck,
+ You've fallen cold and dead.
+
+My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
+My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
+The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
+From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
+ Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
+ But I with mournful tread,
+ Walk the deck my Captain lies,
+ Fallen cold and dead.
+
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{Hush'd Be the Camps To-Day\\
+ {\RelSize{-2}\textmd{[May 4, 1865]}}}
+
+Hush'd be the camps to-day,
+And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons,
+And each with musing soul retire to celebrate,
+Our dear commander's death.
+ \vacua
+No more for him life's stormy conflicts,
+Nor victory, nor defeat---no more time's dark events,
+Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky.
+But sing poet in our name,
+ \vacua
+Sing of the love we bore him---because you, dweller in camps, know it truly.
+ \vacua
+As they invault the coffin there,
+Sing---as they close the doors of earth upon him---one verse,
+For the heavy hearts of soldiers.
+
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{This Dust Was Once the Man}
+
+This dust was once the man,
+Gentle, plain, just and resolute, under whose cautious hand,
+Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age,
+Was saved the Union of these States.
+
+\end{poem}
+
+\begin{poem}{By Blue Ontario's Shore}
+
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+ \Facies \strophae {\Snumber}
+
+\stropha % 1
+
+By blue Ontario's shore,
+As I mused of these warlike days and of peace return'd, and the %
+ dead that return no more,
+A Phantom gigantic superb, with stern visage accosted me,
+{\Facies* \textus {\itshape}
+Chant me the poem, \textup{it said}, that comes from the soul of Ameri\-ca, %
+ chant me the carol of victory,
+And strike up the marches of Libertad, marches more powerful yet,
+And sing me before you go the song of the throes of Democracy.
+}
+ \vacua
+(Democracy, the destin'd conqueror, yet treacherous lip-smiles everywhere,
+And death and infidelity at every step.)
+
+\stropha % 2
+
+A Nation announcing itself,
+I myself make the only growth by which I can be appreciated,
+I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my own forms.
+ \vacua
+A breed whose proof is in time and deeds,
+What we are we are, nativity is answer enough to objections,
+We wield ourselves as a weapon is wielded,
+We are powerful and tremendous in ourselves,
+We are executive in ourselves, we are sufficient in the variety of %
+ ourselves,
+We are the most beautiful to ourselves and in ourselves,
+We stand self-pois'd in the middle, branching thence over the world,
+From Missouri, Nebraska, or Kansas, laughing attacks to scorn.
+ \vacua
+Nothing is sinful to us outside of ourselves,
+Whatever appears, whatever does not appear, we are beautiful or %
+ sinful in ourselves only.
+ \vacua
+(O Mother---O Sisters dear!
+If we are lost, no victor else has destroy'd us,
+It is by ourselves we go down to eternal night.)
+
+\stropha % 3
+
+Have you thought there could be but a single supreme?
+There can be any number of supremes---one does not countervail %
+ another any more than one eyesight countervails another, or %
+ one life countervails another.
+ \vacua
+All is eligible to all,
+All is for individuals, all is for you,
+No condition is prohibited, not God's or any.
+ \vacua
+All comes by the body, only health puts you rapport with the universe.
+ \vacua
+Produce great Persons, the rest follows.
+
+\stropha % 4
+
+Piety and conformity to them that like,
+Peace, obesity, allegiance, to them that like,
+I am he who tauntingly compels men, women, nations,
+Crying, Leap from your seats and contend for your lives!
+ \vacua
+I am he who walks the States with a barb'd tongue, questioning every %
+ one I meet,
+Who are you that wanted only to be told what you knew before?
+Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?
+ \vacua
+(With pangs and cries as thine own O bearer of many children,
+These clamors wild to a race of pride I give.)
+ \vacua
+O lands, would you be freer than all that has ever been before?
+If you would be freer than all that has been before, come listen to me.
+ \vacua
+Fear grace, elegance, civilization, delicatesse,
+Fear the mellow sweet, the sucking of honey---juice,
+Beware the advancing mortal ripening of Nature,
+Beware what precedes the decay of the ruggedness of states and men.
+
+\stropha % 5
+
+Ages, precedents, have long been accumulating undirected materials,
+America brings builders, and brings its own styles.
+ \vacua
+The immortal poets of Asia and Europe have done their work and %
+ pass'd to other spheres,
+A work remains, the work of surpassing all they have done.
+ \vacua
+America, curious toward foreign characters, stands by its own at all %
+ hazards,
+Stands removed, spacious, composite, sound, initiates the true use %
+ of precedents,
+Does not repel them or the past or what they have produced under %
+ their forms,
+Takes the lesson with calmness, perceives the corpse slowly borne %
+ from the house,
+Perceives that it waits a little while in the door, that it was %
+ fittest for its days,
+That its life has descended to the stalwart and well-shaped heir who %
+ approaches,
+And that he shall be fittest for his days.
+ \vacua
+Any period one nation must lead,
+One land must be the promise and reliance of the future.
+ \vacua
+These States are the amplest poem,
+Here is not merely a nation but a teeming Nation of nations,
+Here the doings of men correspond with the broadcast doings of the %
+ day and night,
+Here is what moves in magnificent masses careless of particulars,
+Here are the roughs, beards, friendliness, combativeness, the soul loves,
+Here the flowing trains, here the crowds, equality, diversity, the %
+ soul loves.
+
+\stropha % 6
+
+Land of lands and bards to corroborate!
+Of them standing among them, one lifts to the light a west-bred face,
+To him the hereditary countenance bequeath'd both mother's and father's,
+His first parts substances, earth, water, animals, trees,
+Built of the common stock, having room for far and near,
+Used to dispense with other lands, incarnating this land,
+Attracting it body and soul to himself, hanging on its neck with %
+ incomparable love,
+Plunging his seminal muscle into its merits and demerits,
+Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities, wars, vocal in him,
+Making its rivers, lakes, bays, embouchure in him,
+Mississippi with yearly freshets and changing chutes, Columbia, %
+ Niagara, Hudson, spending themselves lovingly in him,
+If the Atlantic coast stretch or the Pacific coast stretch, he %
+ stretching with them North or South,
+Spanning between them East and West, and touching whatever is between them,
+Growths growing from him to offset the growths of pine, ce\-dar, hemlock, %
+ live-oak, locust, chestnut, hickory, cottonwood, orange, magnolia,
+Tangles as tangled in him as any canebrake or swamp,
+He likening sides and peaks of mountains, forests coated with %
+ northern transparent ice,
+Off him pasturage sweet and natural as savanna, upland, prai\-rie,
+Through him flights, whirls, screams, answering those of the %
+ fish-hawk, mocking-bird, night-heron, and eagle,
+His spirit surrounding his country's spirit, unclosed to good and evil,
+Surrounding the essences of real things, old times and present times,
+Surrounding just found shores, islands, tribes of red aborigines,
+Weather-beaten vessels, landings, settlements, embryo stature and muscle,
+The haughty defiance of the Year One, war, peace, the formation of %
+ the Constitution,
+The separate States, the simple elastic scheme, the immigrants,
+The Union always swarming with blatherers and always sure and impregnable,
+The unsurvey'd interior, log-houses, clearings, wild animals, hunters, trappers,
+Surrounding the multiform agriculture, mines, temperature, the %
+ gestation of new States,
+Congress convening every Twelfth-month, the members duly coming %
+ up from the uttermost parts,
+Surrounding the noble character of mechanics and farmers, especially %
+ the young men,
+Responding their manners, speech, dress, friendships, the gait they %
+ have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in the %
+ presence of superiors,
+The freshness and candor of their physiognomy, the copiousness and %
+ decision of their phrenology,
+The picturesque looseness of their carriage, their fierceness when wrong'd,
+The fluency of their speech, their delight in music, their cu\-ri\-os\-i\-ty, %
+ good temper and open-handedness, the whole composite make,
+The prevailing ardor and enterprise, the large amativeness,
+The perfect equality of the female with the male, the fluid movement %
+ of the population,
+The superior marine, free commerce, fisheries, whaling, gold-\\digging,
+Wharf-hemm'd cities, railroad and steamboat lines intersecting all points,
+Factories, mercantile life, labor-saving machinery, the Northeast, %
+ Northwest, Southwest,
+Manhattan firemen, the Yankee swap, southern plantation life,
+Slavery---the murderous, treacherous conspiracy to raise it\\ upon the %
+ ruins of all the rest,
+On and on to the grapple with it---Assassin! then your life or ours %
+ be the stake, and respite no more.
+
+\stropha % 7
+
+(Lo, high toward heaven, this day,
+Libertad, from the conqueress' field return'd,
+I mark the new aureola around your head,
+No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce,
+With war's flames and the lambent lightnings playing,
+And your port immovable where you stand,
+With still the inextinguishable glance and the clinch'd and lifted fist,
+And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner utterly %
+ crush'd beneath you,
+The menacing arrogant one that strode and advanced with his %
+ senseless scorn, bearing the murderous knife,
+The wide-swelling one, the braggart that would yesterday do so much,
+To-day a carrion dead and damn'd, the despised of all the earth,
+An offal rank, to the dunghill maggots spurn'd.)
+
+\stropha % 8
+
+Others take finish, but the Republic is ever constructive and ever %
+ keeps vista,
+Others adorn the past, but you O days of the present, I adorn you,
+O days of the future I believe in you---I isolate myself for your sake,
+O America because you build for mankind I build for you,
+O well-beloved stone-cutters, I lead them who plan with decision %
+ and science,
+Lead the present with friendly hand toward the future.
+(Bravas to all impulses sending sane children to the next age!
+But damn that which spends itself with no thought of the stain, %
+ pains, dismay, feebleness, it is bequeathing.)
+
+\stropha % 9
+
+I listened to the Phantom by Ontario's shore,
+I heard the voice arising demanding bards,
+By them all native and grand, by them alone can these States be %
+ fused into the compact organism of a Nation.
+ \vacua
+To hold men together by paper and seal or by compulsion is no account,
+That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living principle, %
+ as the hold of the limbs of the body or the fibres of plants.
+ \vacua
+Of all races and eras these States with veins full of poetical stuff most %
+ need poets, and are to have the greatest, and use them the greatest,
+Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their %
+ poets shall.
+ \vacua
+(Soul of love and tongue of fire!
+Eye to pierce the deepest deeps and sweep the world!
+Ah Mother, prolific and full in all besides, yet how long barren, barren?)
+
+\stropha % 10
+
+Of these States the poet is the equable man,
+Not in him but off from him things are grotesque, eccentric, fail of %
+ their full returns,
+Nothing out of its place is good, nothing in its place is bad,
+He bestows on every object or quality its fit proportion, neither %
+ more nor less,
+He is the arbiter of the diverse, he is the key,
+He is the equalizer of his age and land,
+He supplies what wants supplying, he checks what wants checking,
+In peace out of him speaks the spirit of peace, large, rich, %
+ thrifty, building populous towns, encouraging agriculture, arts, %
+ commerce, lighting the study of man, the soul, health, %
+ immortality, government,
+In war he is the best backer of the war, he fetches artillery as %
+ good as the engineer's, he can make every word he speaks draw blood,
+The years straying toward infidelity he withholds by his steady faith,
+He is no arguer, he is judgment, (Nature accepts him absolutely,)
+He judges not as the judge judges but as the sun failing round %
+ helpless thing,
+As he sees the farthest he has the most faith,
+His thoughts are the hymns of the praise of things,
+In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent,
+He sees eternity less like a play with a prologue and denouement,
+He sees eternity in men and women, he does not see men and women %
+ as dreams or dots.
+ \vacua
+For the great Idea, the idea of perfect and free individuals,
+For that, the bard walks in advance, leader of leaders,
+The attitude of him cheers up slaves and horrifies foreign despots.
+ \vacua
+Without extinction is Liberty, without retrograde is Equality,
+They live in the feelings of young men and the best women,
+(Not for nothing have the indomitable heads of the earth been always %
+ ready to fall for Liberty.)
+
+
+\stropha % 11
+
+For the great Idea,
+That, O my brethren, that is the mission of poets.
+ \vacua
+Songs of stern defiance ever ready,
+Songs of the rapid arming and the march,
+The flag of peace quick-folded, and instead the flag we know,
+Warlike flag of the great Idea.
+ \vacua
+(Angry cloth I saw there leaping!
+I stand again in leaden rain your flapping folds saluting,
+I sing you over all, flying beckoning through the fight---O the %
+ hard-contested fight!
+The cannons ope their rosy-flashing muzzles---the hurtled balls scream,
+The battle-front forms amid the smoke---the volleys pour incessant %
+ from the line,
+Hark, the ringing word Charge!---now the tussle and the furious %
+ maddening yells,
+Now the corpses tumble curl'd upon the ground,
+Cold, cold in death, for precious life of you,
+Angry cloth I saw there leaping.)
+
+\stropha % 12
+
+Are you he who would assume a place to teach or be a poet here in %
+ the States?
+The place is august, the terms obdurate.
+ \vacua
+Who would assume to teach here may well prepare himself body and mind,
+He may well survey, ponder, arm, fortify, harden, make lithe himself,
+He shall surely be question'd beforehand by me with many and stern questions.
+ \vacua
+Who are you indeed who would talk or sing to America?
+Have you studied out the land, its idioms and men?
+Have you learn'd the physiology, phrenology, politics, ge\-og\-ra\-phy, %
+ pride, freedom, friendship of the land? its sub\-stra\-tums and objects?
+Have you consider'd the organic compact of the first day of the %
+ first year of Independence, sign'd by the Commissioners, ratified %
+ by the States, and read by Washington at the head of the army?
+Have you possess'd yourself of the Federal Constitution?
+Do you see who have left all feudal processes and poems behind them, %
+ and assumed the poems and processes of Democracy?
+Are you faithful to things? do you teach what the land and sea, the %
+ bodies of men, womanhood, amativeness, heroic angers, teach?
+Have you sped through fleeting customs, popularities?
+Can you hold your hand against all seductions, follies, whirls, %
+ fierce contentions? are you very strong? are you really of the %
+ whole People?
+Are you not of some coterie? some school or mere religion?
+Are you done with reviews and criticisms of life? animating now to %
+ life itself?
+Have you vivified yourself from the maternity of these States?
+Have you too the old ever-fresh forbearance and impartiality?
+Do you hold the like love for those hardening to maturity? for the %
+ last-born? little and big? and for the errant?
+ \Vacua
+What is this you bring my America?
+Is it uniform with my country?
+Is it not something that has been better told or done before?
+Have you not imported this or the spirit of it in some ship?
+Is it not a mere tale? a rhyme? a prettiness?---Is the good old cause in it?
+Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets, politicians, %
+ literats, of enemies' lands?
+Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here?
+Does it answer universal needs? will it improve manners?
+Does it sound with trumpet-voice the proud victory of the Union in %
+ that secession war?
+Can your performance face the open fields and the seaside?
+Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my %
+ strength, gait, face?
+Have real employments contributed to it? original makers, not mere %
+ amanuenses?
+Does it meet modern discoveries, calibres, facts, face to face?
+What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities? Chicago, %
+ Kanada, Arkansas?
+Does it see behind the apparent cus\-to\-dians the real cus\-to\-dians %
+ standing, menacing, silent, the mechanics, Man\-hat\-tan\-ese, Western %
+ men, Southerners, significant alike in their apathy, and in the %
+ promptness of their love?
+Does it see what finally befalls, and has always finally be\-fal\-len, %
+ each temporizer, patcher, outsider, partialist, a\-larm\-ist, %
+ infidel, who has ever ask'd any thing of America?
+What mocking and scornful negligence?
+The track strew'd with the dust of skeletons,
+By the roadside others disdainfully toss'd.
+
+\stropha % 13
+
+Rhymes and rhymers pass away, poems distill'd from poems pass away,
+The swarms of reflectors and the polite pass, and leave ashes,
+Admirers, importers, obedient persons, make but the soil of literature,
+America justifies itself, give it time, no disguise can deceive it %
+ or conceal from it, it is impassive enough,
+Only toward the likes of itself will it advance to meet them,
+If its poets appear it will in due time advance to meet them, there %
+ is no fear of mistake,
+(The proof of a poet shall be sternly deferr'd till his country %
+ absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorb'd it.)
+ \vacua
+He masters whose spirit masters, he tastes sweetest who results %
+ sweetest in the long run,
+The blood of the brawn beloved of time is unconstraint;
+In the need of songs, philosophy, an appropriate native grand-opera, %
+ shipcraft, any craft,
+He or she is greatest who contributes the greatest original %
+ practical example.
+ \vacua
+Already a nonchalant breed, silently emerging, appears on the streets,
+People's lips salute only doers, lovers, satisfiers, positive knowers,
+There will shortly be no more priests, I say their work is done,
+Death is without emergencies here, but life is perpetual emergencies here,
+Are your body, days, manners, superb? after death you shall be superb,
+Justice, health, self-esteem, clear the way with irresistible po-\\wer;
+How dare you place any thing before a man?
+
+\stropha % 14
+
+Fall behind me States!
+A man before all---myself, typical, before all.
+ \vacua
+Give me the pay I have served for,
+Give me to sing the songs of the great Idea, take all the rest,
+I have loved the earth, sun, animals, I have despised riches,
+I have given aims to every one that ask'd, stood up for the stupid %
+ and crazy, devoted my income and labor to others,
+Hated tyrants, argued not concerning God, had patience and indulgence %
+ toward the people, taken off my hat to nothing known or unknown,
+\DriveOut Gone freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young, %
+ and with the mothers of families,
+Read these leaves to myself in the open air, tried them by trees, %
+ stars, rivers,
+Dismiss'd whatever insulted my own soul or defiled my body,
+Claim'd nothing to myself which I have not carefully claim'd for %
+ others on the same terms,
+Sped to the camps, and comrades found and accepted from every State,
+(Upon this breast has many a dying soldier lean'd to breathe his last,
+This arm, this hand, this voice, have nourish'd, rais'd, restored,
+To life recalling many a prostrate form;)
+I am willing to wait to be understood by the growth of the taste of myself,
+Rejecting none, permitting all.
+ \vacua
+(Say O Mother, have I not to your thought been faithful?
+Have I not through life kept you and yours before me?)
+
+\stropha % 15
+
+I swear I begin to see the meaning of these things,
+It is not the earth, it is not America who is so great,
+It is I who am great or to be great, it is You up there, or any one,
+It is to walk rapidly through civilizations, governments,theories,
+Through poems, pageants, shows, to form individuals.
+ \vacua
+Underneath all, individuals,
+I swear nothing is good to me now that ignores individuals,
+The American compact is altogether with individuals,
+The only government is that which makes minute of individuals,
+The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one %
+ single individual---namely to You.
+ \vacua
+(Mother! with subtle sense severe, with the naked sword in your hand,
+I saw you at last refuse to treat but directly with individuals.)
+
+\stropha % 16
+
+Underneath all, Nativity,
+I swear I will stand by my own nativity, pious or impious so\\be it;
+I swear I am charm'd with nothing except nativity,
+Men, women, cities, nations, are only beautiful from nativity.
+ \vacua
+Underneath all is the Expression of love for men and women,
+(I swear I have seen enough of mean and impotent modes of expressing %
+ love for men and women,
+After this day I take my own modes of expressing love for men and %
+ women.) in myself,
+ \vacua
+I swear I will have each quality of my race in myself,
+(Talk as you like, he only suits these States whose manners favor %
+ the audacity and sublime turbulence of the States.)
+ \vacua
+Underneath the lessons of things, spirits, Nature, governments, %
+ ownerships, I swear I perceive other lessons,
+Underneath all to me is myself, to you yourself, (the same %
+ monotonous old song.)
+
+\stropha % 17
+
+O I see flashing that this America is only you and me,
+Its power, weapons, testimony, are you and me,
+Its crimes, lies, thefts, defections, are you and me,
+Its Congress is you and me, the officers, capitols, armies, ships, %
+ are you and me,
+Its endless gestations of new States are you and me,
+The war, (that war so bloody and grim, the war I will henceforth %
+ forget), was you and me,
+Natural and artificial are you and me,
+Freedom, language, poems, employments, are you and me,
+Past, present, future, are you and me.
+ \vacua
+I dare not shirk any part of myself,
+Not any part of America good or bad,
+Not to build for that which builds for mankind,
+Not to balance ranks, complexions, creeds, and the sexes,
+Not to justify science nor the march of equality,
+Nor to feed the arrogant blood of the brawn belov'd of time.
+ \vacua
+I am for those that have never been master'd,
+For men and women whose tempers have never been master'd,
+For those whom laws, theories, conventions, can never master.
+ \vacua
+I am for those who walk abreast with the whole earth,
+Who inaugurate one to inaugurate all.
+ \vacua
+I will not be outfaced by irrational things,
+I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me,
+I will make cities and civilizations defer to me,
+This is what I have learnt from America---it is the amount, and it I %
+ teach again.
+ \vacua
+(Democracy, while weapons were everywhere aim'd at your breast,
+I saw you serenely give birth to immortal children, saw in dreams %
+ your dilating form,
+Saw you with spreading mantle covering the world.)
+
+\stropha % 18
+
+I will confront these shows of the day and night,
+I will know if I am to be less than they,
+I will see if I am not as majestic as they,
+I will see if I am not as subtle and real as they,
+I will see if I am to be less generous than they,
+I will see if I have no meaning, while the houses and ships have meaning,
+I will see if the fishes and birds are to be enough for themselves, %
+ and I am not to be enough for myself.
+ \vacua
+I match my spirit against yours you orbs, growths, mountains, brutes,
+Copious as you are I absorb you all in myself, and become the master myself,
+America isolated yet embodying all, what is it finally except myself?
+These States, what are they except myself?
+ \vacua
+I know now why the earth is gross, tantalizing, wicked, it is for my sake,
+I take you specially to be mine, you terrible, rude forms.
+ \vacua
+
+(Mother, bend down, bend close to me your face,
+I know not what these plots and wars and deferments are for,
+I know not fruition's success, but I know that through war and crime %
+ your work goes on, and must yet go on.)
+
+\stropha % 19
+
+Thus by blue Ontario's shore,
+While the winds fann'd me and the waves came trooping toward me,
+I thrill'd with the power's pulsations, and the charm of my theme %
+ was upon me,
+Till the tissues that held me parted their ties upon me.
+ \vacua
+And I saw the free souls of poets,
+The loftiest bards of past ages strode before me,
+Strange large men, long unwaked, undisclosed, were disclosed to me.
+
+\stropha % 20
+
+O my rapt verse, my call, mock me not!
+Not for the bards of the past, not to invoke them have I launch'd %
+ you forth,
+Not to call even those lofty bards here by Ontario's shores,
+Have I sung so capricious and loud my savage song.
+ \vacua
+Bards for my own land only I invoke,
+(For the war the war is over, the field is clear'd,)
+Till they strike up marches henceforth triumphant and onward,
+To cheer O Mother your boundless expectant soul.
+ \vacua
+Bards of the great Idea! bards of the peaceful inventions! (for the %
+ war, the war is over!)
+Yet bards of latent armies, a million soldiers waiting ever-ready,
+Bards with songs as from burning coals or the lightning's fork'd stripes!
+Ample Ohio's, Kanada's bards---bards of California! inland bards\\---%
+ bards of the war!
+You by my charm I invoke.
+
+\Facies \strophae {}
+
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{Reversals}
+
+Let that which stood in front go behind,
+Let that which was behind advance to the front,
+Let bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions,
+Let the old propositions be postponed,
+Let a man seek pleasure everywhere except in himself,
+Let a woman seek happiness everywhere except in herself.
+
+
+\end{poem}
+
+\end{document}
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+\documentclass[11pt]{book}
+\usepackage{TEXNIKA}
+\pagestyle{empty}
+
+\newsavebox {\LGSn}
+\newsavebox {\LGSl}
+\newlength {\LGSh}
+
+\newcommand {\LGStail} [2] {%
+ \ifthenelse {\equal{#2}{A} \or \equal{#2}{B} \or
+ \equal{#2}{C} \or \equal{#2}{D} \or
+ \equal{#2}{E} \or \equal{#2}{F} }
+ {\sbox {\LGSn} {\oldstylenums{#1}}%
+ \sbox {\LGSl} {\RelSize{-3}\textsc{\MakeLowercase{#2}}}%
+ \setlength {\LGSh} {\ht\LGSn - \ht\LGSl}%
+ \raisebox {\LGSh} {\usebox{\LGSl}}%
+ }
+ {#2}%
+}
+
+\Novus \titulus \T
+\Facies {\RelSize{2}\nT*{+0}\nT{+1}%
+ \ifthenelse {\isempty {#1}} {} {\ (#1)}}
+\SpatiumInfra {.75ex }
+
+\Novus \numerus \nT
+\Facies {\textbf{#1}}
+
+\Novus \numerus \nB
+\Facies {#5\oldstylenums{#1}#3\oldstylenums{#4}%
+ \LGStail {#1}{#2}\ \textsc{b}.}
+
+\Novus \numerus \nD
+\Facies {#5\oldstylenums{#1}#3\oldstylenums{#4}%
+ \LGStail {#1}{#2}\ \textsc{d}.}
+
+\Novus \numerus \nN
+\Facies {#5\oldstylenums{#1}#3\oldstylenums{#4}#2}
+
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+ [SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE]
+ []
+ {}
+ {THE ANCIENT MARINER}
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+
+\ExampleTitle {Samuel Taylor Coleridge}
+ {The Rime of the Ancient Mariner}
+ {The English Parnassus\\
+ Oxford University Press, 1909}
+\cleardoublepage
+
+\titulus{THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER\\[1\leading]
+ \RelSize{-3}IN SEVEN PARTS}
+
+\prosa
+{\Facies \( {\RelSize[.85]{-2} \parindent 1em}
+\(Facile credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum
+universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit? et gradus
+et cognationes et discrimina et singulorum munera? Quid agunt? quae loca
+habitant? Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingenium humanum, nunquam
+attigit. Juvat, interea, non diffiteor, quandoque in animo, tanquam in
+tabula, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari: ne mens
+assuefacta hodiernae vitae minutiis se contrahat nimis, et tota subsidat
+in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veri\-tati interea invigilandum est,
+modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte,
+distinguamus---\textsc{T.Burnet}, \textit{Archaeol. Phil} p. 68.\)
+}
+
+\titulus {\RelSize{-2}ARGUMENT}
+
+{\Facies \( {\RelSize[.85]{-1} \parindent 1em}
+\(How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold
+Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her
+course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of
+the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent
+Marinere came back to his own Country. [\oldstylenums{1798}]\)
+}
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+
+\Part
+
+\gloss {An ancient Mariner meet\-eth three Gallants bidden to
+a wedding-feast, and detaineth one.}
+ It is an ancient Mariner,
+ And he stoppeth one of three.
+ ``By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
+ Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
+
+ The bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
+ And I am next of kin;
+ The guests are met, the feast is set:
+ May'st hear the merry din.''
+
+ He holds him with his skinny hand,
+ ``There was a ship,'' quoth he.
+ ``Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!''
+ Eftsoons his hand dropt he.
+
+\gloss {The Wedding-Guest is spell\-bound by the eye of the old
+seafaring man,}%
+ He holds him with his glittering eye--
+ The Wedding-Guest stood still,
+ And listens like a three years' child:
+ The Mariner hath his will.
+
+\gloss {and constrained to hear his tale.}%
+ The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone:
+ He cannot choose but hear;
+ And thus spake on that ancient man,
+ The bright-eyed Mariner.
+
+ ``The ship was cheered, the harbor cleared,
+ Merrily did we drop
+ Below the kirk, below the hill,
+ Below the lighthouse top.
+
+\gloss {The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good
+wind and fair weather, till it reached the Line.}%
+ The sun came up upon the left,
+ Out of the sea came he!
+ And he shone bright, and on the right
+ Went down into the sea.
+
+ Higher and higher every day,
+ Till over the mast at noon--''
+\gloss {The Wedding-Guest heareth\\ the bridal\\ music; but\\ the
+Mariner\\ continueth his tale.}%
+ The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
+ For he heard the loud bassoon.
+
+ The bride hath paced into the hall,
+ Red as a rose is she;
+ Nodding their heads before her goes
+ The merry minstrelsy.
+
+ The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
+ Yet he cannot choose but hear;
+ And thus spake on that ancient man,
+ The bright-eyed Mariner.
+
+
+\gloss {The ship driven by a storm toward the south pole.}%
+ ``And now the Storm-blast came, and he
+ Was tyrannous and strong:
+ He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
+ And chased us south along.
+{\strophaVI
+ With sloping masts and dipping prow,
+ As who pursued with yell and blow
+ Still treads the shadow of his foe,
+ And forward bends his head,
+ The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
+ And southward aye we fled.
+}
+ And now there came both mist and snow,
+ And it grew wondrous cold:
+\gloss {The land of ice, and of fearful sounds where no living thing
+was to be seen.}%
+ And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
+ As green as emerald.
+
+ And through the drifts the snowy clifts
+ Did send a dismal sheen:
+ Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken--
+ The ice was all between.
+
+ The ice was here, the ice was there,
+ The ice was all around:
+ It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
+ Like noises in a swound!
+
+
+\gloss {Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, came through the
+snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality.}%
+ At length did cross an Albatross,
+ Thorough the fog it came;
+ As if it had been a Christian soul,
+ We hailed it in God's name.
+
+ It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
+ And round and round it flew.
+ The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
+ The helmsman steered us through!
+
+\gloss {And lo!\\ the Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and
+followeth the ship as it returned northward through fog and floating
+ice.}%
+
+ And a good south wind sprung up behind;
+ The Albatross did follow,
+ And every day, for food or play,
+ Came to the mariners' hollo!
+
+ In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
+ It perched for vespers nine;
+ Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
+ Glimmered the white moon-shine.''
+
+\gloss {The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of
+good omen.}%
+ ``God save thee, ancient Mariner!
+ From the fiends, that plague thee thus!--
+ Why look'st thou so?''--``With my cross-bow
+ I shot the Albatross.
+
+
+\Part
+
+ The Sun now rose upon the right:
+ Out of the sea came he,
+ Still hid in mist, and on the left
+ Went down into the sea.
+
+ And the good south wind still blew behind,
+ But no sweet bird did follow,
+ Nor any day for food or play
+ Came to the mariners' hollo!
+
+\gloss {His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for
+killing the bird of good luck.}%
+{\strophaVI
+ And I had done a hellish thing,
+ And it would work 'em woe:
+ For all averred, I had killed the bird
+ That made the breeze to blow.
+ Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
+ That made the breeze to blow!
+
+\gloss {But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus
+make themselves accomplices in the crime.}%
+ Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
+ The glorious Sun uprist:
+ Then all averred, I had killed the bird
+ That brought the fog and mist.
+ 'T was right, said they, such birds to slay,
+ That bring the fog and mist.
+}
+\gloss {The fair breeze continues; the ship enters the Pacific Ocean,
+and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line.}%
+ The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
+ The furrow followed free;
+ We were the first that ever burst
+ Into that silent sea.
+
+ Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
+ 'T was sad as sad could be;
+\gloss {The ship hath been suddenly becalmed.}%
+ And we did speak only to break
+ The silence of the sea!
+
+ All in a hot and copper sky,
+ The bloody Sun, at noon,
+ Right up above the mast did stand,
+ No bigger than the Moon.
+
+ Day after day, day after day,
+ We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
+ As idle as a painted ship
+ Upon a painted ocean.
+
+\gloss {And the Albatross begins to be avenged.}%
+ Water, water, every where,
+ And all the boards did shrink;
+ Water, water, every where
+ Nor any drop to drink.
+
+ The very deep did rot: O Christ!
+ That ever this should be!
+ Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
+ Upon the slimy sea.
+
+ About, about, in reel and rout
+ The death-fires danced at night;
+ The water, like a witch's oils,
+ Burnt green, and blue and white.
+
+\sgloss {A Spirit had followed them: one of the invisible inhabitants
+ of this planet, neither departed souls nor angels, concerning
+ whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan,
+ Michael Psellus, may be consulted. They are very numerous, and
+ there is no climate or element without one or more.}
+\area
+ And some in dreams assured were
+ Of the Spirit that plagued us so;
+ Nine fathom deep he had followed us
+ From the land of mist and snow.
+\endarea
+ And every tongue, through utter drought,
+ Was withered at the root;
+ We could not speak, no more than if
+ We had been choked with soot.
+
+ Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
+\sgloss {The shipmates, in their sore distress, would fain throw the
+whole guilt on the ancient Mariner: in sign whereof
+they hang the dead sea-bird round his neck.}
+\area
+ Had I from old and young!
+ Instead of the cross, the Albatross
+ About my neck was hung.
+\endarea
+
+\Part
+
+\gloss {The ancient Mariner beholdeth a sign in the element afar off.}%
+{\strophaVI
+ There passed a weary time. Each throat
+ Was parched, and glazed each eye.
+ A weary time! a weary time!
+ How glazed each weary eye,
+ When looking westward, I beheld
+ A something in the sky.
+}
+ At first it seemed a little speck,
+ And then it seemed a mist;
+ It moved and moved, and took at last
+ A certain shape, I wist.
+
+ A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
+ And still it neared and neared:
+ As if it dodged a water-sprite,
+ It plunged and tacked and veered.
+
+
+\gloss {At its nearer approach, it seemeth him to be a ship; and at a
+dear ransom he freeth his speech from the bonds of thirst.}%
+{\strophaV
+ With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
+ We could nor laugh nor wail;
+ Through utter drought all dumb we stood!
+ I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
+ And cried, A sail! a sail!
+
+With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
+Agape they heard me call:
+ Gramercy! they for joy did grin,
+\gloss {A flash of joy;}%
+ And all at once their breath drew in,
+ As they were drinking all.
+}
+
+\gloss {And horror follows. For can it be a ship that comes onward
+without wind or tide?}%
+ See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
+ Hither to work us weal;
+ Without a breeze, without a tide,
+ She steadies with upright keel!
+
+{\strophaVI
+ The western wave was all a-flame.
+ The day was well nigh done!
+ Almost upon the western wave
+ Rested the broad bright Sun;
+ When that strange shape drove suddenly
+ Betwixt us and the Sun;
+}
+
+\gloss {It seemeth him but the skeleton of a ship.}%
+ And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,
+ (Heaven's Mother send us grace!)
+ As if through a dungeon-grate he peered
+ With broad and burning face.
+ Alas (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
+\gloss {And its ribs are seen as bars on the face of the setting Sun.}
+ How fast she nears and nears!
+ Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,
+ Like restless gossameres?
+
+{\strophaV
+\gloss {The Spectre-Woman and her Deathmate, and no other on board the
+skeleton-ship.}
+ Are those her ribs through which the Sun
+ Did peer, as through a grate?
+ And is that Woman all her crew?
+ Is that a Death? and are there two?
+ Is Death that woman's mate?
+
+\gloss {Like vessel, like crew!}%
+ Her lips were red, her looks were free,
+ Her locks were yellow as gold:
+\gloss {Death and Life-in-Death have diced for the ship's crew, and
+she (the latter) winneth the ancient Mariner.}%
+ Her skin was as white as leprosy,
+ The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she,
+ Who thicks man's blood with cold.
+}
+ The naked hulk alongside came,
+ And the twain were casting dice;
+ `The game is done! I've won! I've won!'
+ Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
+
+\gloss {No twilight within the courts of the Sun.}%
+ The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out;
+ At one stride comes the dark;
+ With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea,
+ Off shot the spectre-bark.
+
+{\strophaIX
+\gloss {At the rising of the moon.}%
+ We listened and looked sideways up!
+ Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
+ My life-blood seemed to sip!
+ The stars were dim, and thick the night,
+ The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white;
+ From the sails the dew did drip--
+ Till clomb above the eastern bar
+ The horned Moon, with one bright star
+ Within the nether tip.
+}
+
+\gloss {One after another,}%
+ One after one, by the star-dogged Moon,
+ Too quick for groan or sigh,
+ Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
+ And cursed me with his eye.
+
+\gloss {His shipmates drop down dead.}%
+ Four times fifty living men,
+ (And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
+ With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
+ They dropped down one by one.
+
+\gloss {But Life-in-Death begins her work on the ancient Mariner.}%
+ The souls did from their bodies fly,--
+ They fled to bliss or woe!
+ And every soul, it passed me by,
+ Like the whizz of my cross-bow!''
+
+
+
+\Part
+
+\gloss {The Wedding-Guest feareth that a Spirit is talking to him;}%
+ ``I Fear thee, ancient Mariner!
+ I fear thy skinny hand!
+ And thou art long, and lank, and brown,
+ As is the ribbed sea-sand.
+
+ I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
+ And thy skinny hand, so brown.''--
+\gloss {But the ancient Mariner assureth him of his bodily life, and
+proceedeth to relate his horrible penance.}%
+ ``Fear me not, fear not, thou wedding-guest!
+ This body dropt not down.
+
+ Alone, alone, all, all alone,
+ Alone on the wide, wide sea!
+ And never a saint took pity on
+ My soul in agony.
+
+\gloss {He despiseth the creatures of the calm.}%
+ The many men, so beautiful!
+ And they all dead did lie:
+ And a thousand thousand slimy things
+ Lived on; and so did I.
+
+\gloss {And envieth that they should live, and so many lie dead.}%
+ I looked upon the rotting sea,
+ And drew my eyes away;
+ I looked upon the rotting deck,
+ And there the dead men lay.
+
+ I looked to heaven, and tried to pray;
+ But or ever a prayer had gusht,
+ A wicked whisper came, and made
+ My heart as dry as dust.
+
+{\strophaV
+ I closed my lids, and kept them close,
+ And the balls like pulses beat;
+ For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky
+ Lay like a load on my weary eye,
+ And the dead were at my feet.
+}
+\gloss {But the curse liveth for him in the eye of the dead men.}%
+ The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
+ Nor rot nor reek did they:
+ The look with which they looked on me
+ Had never passed away.
+{\strophaVI
+ An orphan's curse would drag to hell
+ A spirit from on high;
+ But oh! more horrible than that
+ Is a curse in a dead man's eye!
+ Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
+ And yet I could not die.
+}
+\sgloss {In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the
+ journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still
+ move onward; and every where the blue sky belongs to them,
+ and is their appointed rest, and their native country and
+ their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as
+ lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent
+ joy at their arrival.}
+\area
+ The moving Moon went up the sky,
+ And nowhere did abide:
+ Softly she was going up,
+ And a star or two beside--
+\endarea
+ {\strophaV
+ Her beams bemocked the sultry main,
+ Like April hoar-frost spread;
+ But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
+ The charmed water burnt alway
+ A still and awful red.
+ }
+
+ {\strophaV
+ \gloss {By the light of the Moon he beholdeth God's creatures of the
+ great calm.}%
+ Beyond the shadow of the ship,
+ I watched the water-snakes:
+ They moved in tracks of shining white,
+ And when they reared, the elfish light
+ Fell off in hoary flakes.
+
+ Within the shadow of the ship
+ I watched their rich attire:
+ Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
+ They coiled and swam; and every track
+ Was a flash of golden fire.
+}
+{\strophaVI
+
+\gloss {Their beauty and their happiness.}%
+ O happy living things! no tongue
+ Their beauty might declare:
+ A spring of love gushed from my heart,
+\gloss {He blesseth them in his heart.}
+ And I blessed them unaware:
+ Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
+ And I blessed them unaware.
+}
+
+\gloss {The spell begins to break.}%
+ The selfsame moment I could pray;
+ And from my neck so free
+ The Albatross fell off, and sank
+ Like lead into the sea.
+
+
+
+\Part
+{\strophaV
+ Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
+ Beloved from pole to pole!
+ To Mary Queen the praise be given!
+ She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,
+ That slid into my soul.
+}
+\gloss {By grace of the holy Mother, the ancient Mariner is refreshed
+with rain.}%
+ The silly buckets on the deck,
+ That had so long remained,
+ I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
+ And when I awoke, it rained.
+
+ My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
+ My garments all were dank;
+ Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
+ And still my body drank.
+
+ I moved, and could not feel my limbs:
+ I was so light--almost
+ I thought that I had died in sleep,
+ And was a blessed ghost.
+
+\gloss {He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights and commotions in
+the sky and the element.}%
+ And soon I heard a roaring wind:
+ It did not come anear;
+ But with its sound it shook the sails,
+ That were so thin and sere.
+
+{\strophaV
+ The upper air burst into life!
+ And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
+ To and fro they were hurried about!
+ And to and fro, and in and out,
+ The wan stars danced between.
+}
+ And the coming wind did roar more loud,
+ And the sails did sigh like sedge;
+ And the rain poured down from one black cloud;
+ The Moon was at its edge.
+
+{\strophaV
+ The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
+ The Moon was at its side.
+ Like waters shot from some high crag,
+ The lightning fell with never a jag,
+ A river steep and wide.
+}
+\gloss {The bodies of the ship's crew are inspired, and the ship
+moves on;}%
+ The loud wind never reached the ship,
+ Yet now the ship moved on!
+ Beneath the lightning and the Moon
+ The dead men gave a groan.
+
+ They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose,
+ Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;
+ It had been strange, even in a dream,
+ To have seen those dead men rise.
+
+{\strophaVI
+ The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
+ Yet never a breeze up blew;
+ The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,
+ Where they were wont to do;
+ They raised their limbs like lifeless tools--
+ We were a ghastly crew.
+}
+ The body of my brother's son
+ Stood by me, knee to knee:
+ The body and I pulled at one rope,
+ But he said nought to me.''
+
+\gloss {But not by the souls of the men, nor by daemons of earth or
+middle air, but by a blessed troop of angelic spirits, sent down by the
+invocation of the guardian saint.}%
+{\strophaV
+ ``I fear thee, ancient Mariner!''
+ ``Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest!
+ 'T was not those souls that fled in pain,
+ Which to their corses came again,
+ But a troop of spirits blest:
+}
+ For when it dawned--they dropped their arms,
+ And clustered round the mast;
+ Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths,
+ And from their bodies passed.
+
+ Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
+ Then darted to the Sun;
+ Slowly the sounds came back again,
+ Now mixed, now one by one.
+
+{\strophaV
+ Sometimes a-dropping from the sky
+ I heard the sky-lark sing;
+ Sometimes all little birds that are,
+ How they seemed to fill the sea and air
+ With their sweet jargoning!
+}
+ And now 't was like all instruments,
+ Now like a lonely flute;
+ And now it is an angel's song,
+ That makes the heavens be mute.
+
+{\strophaVI
+ It ceased; yet still the sails made on
+ A pleasant noise till noon,
+ A noise like of a hidden brook
+ In the leafy month of June,
+ That to the sleeping woods all night
+ Singeth a quiet tune.
+}
+ Till noon we quietly sailed on,
+ Yet never a breeze did breathe:
+ Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
+ Moved onward from beneath.
+\newpage
+{\strophaVI
+\gloss {The lonesome Spirit from the south-pole carries on the ship
+as far as the Line, in obedience to the angelic troop, but still
+requireth vengeance.}%
+ Under' the keel nine fathom deep,
+ From the land of mist and snow,
+ The spirit slid: and it was he
+ That made the ship to go.
+ The sails at noon left off their tune,
+ And the ship stood still also.
+
+ The Sun, right up above the mast,
+ Had fixed her to the ocean:
+ But in a minute she 'gan stir,
+ With a short uneasy motion--
+ Backwards and forwards half her length
+ With a short uneasy motion.
+}
+ Then like a pawing horse let go,
+ She made a sudden bound:
+ It flung the blood into my head,
+ And I fell down in a swound.
+
+
+{\strophaV
+\gloss {The Polar Spirit's fellow-daemons, the invisible inhabitants
+of the element, take part in his wrong; and two of them relate, one to
+the other, that penance long and heavy for the ancient Mariner hath been
+accorded to the Polar Spirit, who returneth southward.}%
+ How long in that same fit I lay,
+ I have not to declare;
+ But ere my living life returned,
+ I heard and in my soul discerned
+ Two voices in the air.
+}
+ `Is it he?' quoth one, `Is this the man?
+ By him who died on cross,
+ With his cruel bow he laid full low
+ The harmless Albatross.
+
+ The spirit who bideth by himself
+ In the land of mist and snow,
+ He loved the bird that loved the man
+ Who shot him with his bow?'
+
+ The other was a softer voice,
+ As soft as honey-dew:
+ Quoth he, `The man hath penance done,
+ And penance more will do.'
+
+
+
+\Part
+
+\voice{First}
+
+ `But tell me, tell me! speak again,
+ Thy soft response renewing--
+ What makes that ship drive on so fast?
+ What is the ocean doing?'
+
+\voice{Second}
+
+ `Still as a slave before his lord,
+ The ocean hath no blast;
+ His great bright eye most silently
+ Up to the Moon is cast--
+
+ If he may know which way to go;
+ For she guides him smooth or grim.
+ See, brother, see! how graciously
+ She looketh down on him.'
+
+\voice{First}
+
+\gloss {The Mariner hath been cast into a trance; for the angelic
+power causeth the vessel to drive northward faster than human life could
+endure.}%
+ `But why drives on that ship so fast?
+ Without or wave or wind?'
+
+\voice{Second}
+
+ `The air is cut away before,
+ And closes from behind.
+ Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high!
+ Or we shall be belated:
+ For slow and slow that ship will go,
+ When the Mariner's trance is abated.'
+
+\gloss {The supernatural motion is retarded; the Mariner awakes, and
+his penance begins anew.}%
+ I woke, and we were sailing on
+ As in a gentle weather:
+ 'T was night, calm night, the moon was high,
+ The dead men stood together.
+
+ All stood together on the deck,
+ For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
+ All fixed on me their stony eyes,
+ That in the Moon did glitter.
+
+ The pang, the curse, with which they died,
+ Had never passed away:
+ I could not draw my eyes from theirs,
+ Nor turn them up to pray.
+
+\gloss {The curse is finally expiated.}%
+ And now this spell was snapt: once more
+ I viewed the ocean green,
+ And looked far forth, yet little saw
+ Of what had else been seen--
+
+{\strophaVI
+ Like one, that on a lonesome road
+ Doth walk in fear and dread,
+ And having once turned round walks on,
+ And turns no more his head;
+ Because he knows, a frightful fiend
+ Doth close behind him tread.
+}
+ But soon there breathed a wind on me,
+ Nor sound nor motion made:
+ Its path was not upon the sea,
+ In ripple or in shade.
+
+ It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek
+ Like a meadow-gale of spring--
+ It mingled strangely with my fears,
+ Yet it felt like a welcoming.
+
+ Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
+ Yet she sailed softly too:
+ Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze--
+ On me alone it blew.
+
+\gloss {And the ancient Mariner beholdeth his native country.}%
+ Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed
+ The light-house top I see?
+ Is this the hill? is this the kirk?
+ Is this mine own countree?
+
+ We drifted o'er the harbor-bar,
+ And I with sobs did pray--
+ O let me be awake, my God!
+ Or let me sleep alway.
+
+ The harbor-bay was clear as glass,
+ So smoothly it was strewn!
+ And on the bay the moonlight lay,
+ And the shadow of the Moon.
+
+ The rock shone bright, the kirk no less,
+ That stands above the rock:
+ The moonlight steeped in silentness
+ The steady weathercock.
+
+ And the bay was white with silent light
+ \gloss {The angelic spirits leave the dead bodies,}%
+ Till rising from the same,
+ Full many shapes, that shadows were,
+ In crimson colors came.
+
+\gloss {And appear in their own forms of light.}%
+ A little distance from the prow
+ Those crimson shadows were:
+ I turned my eyes upon the deck--
+ Oh, Christ! what saw I there!
+
+ Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat,
+ And, by the holy rood!
+ A man all light, a seraph-man,
+ On every corse there stood.
+
+ This seraph-band, each waved his hand:
+ It was a heavenly sight!
+ They stood as signals to the land,
+ Each one a lovely light;
+
+ This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
+ No voice did they impart--
+ No voice; but oh! the silence sank
+ Like music on my heart.
+
+ But soon I heard the dash of oars,
+ I heard the Pilot's cheer;
+ My head was turned perforce away,
+ And I saw a boat appear.
+
+ The Pilot and the Pilot's boy,
+ I heard them coming fast:
+ Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy
+ The dead men could not blast.
+
+{\strophaVI
+ I saw a third--I heard his voice:
+ It is the Hermit good!
+ He singeth loud his godly hymns
+ That he makes in the wood.
+ He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away
+ The Albatross's blood.
+}
+
+
+\Part
+
+{\strophaV
+\gloss {The Hermit of the Wood,}%
+ This Hermit good lives in that wood
+ Which slopes down to the sea.
+ How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
+ He loves to talk with marineres
+ That come from a far countree.
+}
+ He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve--
+ He hath a cushion plump:
+ It is the moss that wholly hides
+ The rotted old oak-stump.
+
+ The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk,
+ `Why, this is strange, I trow!
+ Where are those lights, so many and fair,
+ That signal made but now?'
+
+{\strophaVI
+\gloss {Approacheth the ship with wonder.}%
+ `Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said--
+ `And they answered not our cheer!
+ The planks looked warped! and see those sails,
+ How thin they are and sere!
+ I never saw aught like to them,
+ Unless perchance it were
+}
+{\strophaV
+ Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
+ My forest-brook along;
+ When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
+ And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,
+ That eats the she-wolf's young.'
+}
+ `Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look--
+ (The Pilot made reply)
+ I am a-feared'--`Push on, push on!'
+ Said the Hermit cheerily.
+
+ The boat came closer to the ship,
+ But I nor spake nor stirred;
+ The boat came close beneath the ship,
+ And straight a sound was heard.
+
+\gloss {The ship suddenly sinketh.}%
+ Under the water it rumbled on,
+ Still louder and more dread:
+ It reached the ship, it split the bay;
+ The ship went down like lead.
+
+{\strophaVI
+\gloss {The ancient Mariner is saved in the Pilot's boat.}%
+ Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,
+ Which sky and ocean smote,
+ Like one that hath been seven days drowned
+ My body lay afloat;
+ But swift as dreams, myself I found
+ Within the Pilot's boat.
+}
+ Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
+ The boat spun round and round;
+ And all was still, save that the hill
+ Was telling of the sound.
+
+ I moved my lips--the Pilot shrieked
+ And fell down in a fit;
+ The holy Hermit raised his eyes,
+ And prayed where he did sit.
+
+{\strophaVI
+ I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,
+ Who now doth crazy go,
+ Laughed loud and long, and all the while
+ His eyes went to and fro.
+ `Ha! ha!' quoth he, `full plain I see,
+ The Devil knows how to row.'
+}
+ And now, all in my own countree,
+ I stood on the firm land!
+ The Hermit stepped forth from the boat,
+ And scarcely he could stand.
+
+\newpage
+\gloss {The ancient Mariner earnestly entreateth the Hermit to
+shrieve him; and the penance of life falls on him.}%
+ `O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!'
+ The Hermit crossed his brow.
+ `Say quick,' quoth he, `I bid thee say--
+ What manner of man art thou?'
+
+ Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched
+ With a woful agony,
+ Which forced me to begin my tale;
+ And then it left me free.
+
+\gloss {And ever and anon throughout his future life an agony
+constraineth him to travel from land to land,}%
+ Since then, at an uncertain hour,
+ That agony returns:
+ And till my ghastly tale is told,
+ This heart within me burns.
+
+{\strophaV
+ I pass, like night, from land to land;
+ I have strange power of speech;
+ That moment that his face I see,
+ I know the man that must hear me:
+ To him my tale I teach.
+}
+{\strophaVI
+ What loud uproar bursts from that door!
+ The wedding-guests are there:
+ But in the garden-bower the bride
+ And bride-maids singing are:
+ And hark the little vesper bell,
+ Which biddeth me to prayer!
+}
+
+ O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been
+ Alone on a wide, wide sea:
+ So lonely 't was, that God himself
+ Scarce seemed there to be.
+
+ O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
+ 'T is sweeter far to me,
+ To walk together to the kirk
+ With a goodly company!--
+
+{\strophaV
+ To walk together to the kirk,
+ And all together pray,
+ While each to his great Father bends,
+ Old men, and babes, and loving friends
+ And youths and maidens gay!
+}
+\gloss {And to teach, by his own example, love and reverence to all
+things that God made and loveth.}%
+ Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
+ To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
+ He prayeth well, who loveth well
+ Both man and bird and beast.
+
+ He prayeth best, who loveth best
+ All things both great and small;
+ For the dear God who loveth us,
+ He made and loveth all.''
+
+ The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
+ Whose beard with age is hoar,
+ Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest
+ Turned from the bridegroom's door.
+
+ He went like one that hath been stunned,
+ And is of sense forlorn:
+ A sadder and a wiser man,
+ He rose the morrow morn.
+
+\endVersus
+\end{document}
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+\ExampleTitle {The metaphysical poets}{\itshape An Anthology}
+ {The Metaphysical Poets\\[.5ex] Penguin Books, 1966}
+
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+\Indexes
+
+\poet{John Donne\indexes{Donne, John}}{1572\textendash1631}
+
+\begin{poem}{Song\addfirstline} %1
+\Forma \strophae {01010133 \LastButOne 0}
+ Goe, and catche a falling starre, \auto
+ Get with child a mandrake roote,
+ Tell me, where all past yeares are,
+ Or who cleft the Divels foot,
+ Teach me to heare Mermaides singing,
+ Or to keep off envies stinging,
+ And finde
+ What winde
+ Serves to advance an honest minde.
+
+ If thou beest borne to strange sights,
+ Things invisible to see,
+ Ride ten thousand daies and nights,
+ Till age snow white haires on thee,
+ Thou, when thou retorn'st, wilt tell mee
+ All strange wonders that befell thee,
+ And sweare
+ No where
+ Lives a woman true, and faire.
+
+ If thou findst one, let mee know,
+ Such a Pilgrimage were sweet;
+ Yet doe not, I would not goe,
+ Though at next doore wee might meet,
+ Though shee were true, when you met her,
+ And last, till you write your letter,
+ Yet shee
+ Will bee
+ False, ere I come, to two, or three.
+\end{poem}
+
+\begin{poem}{The Sunne Rising} %2
+\Forma \strophae {220022110 \LastButOne 0}
+
+ Busie old foole, unruly Sunne, \NotFirstLine
+ Why dost thou thus,
+ Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us? \auto
+ Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
+ Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide
+ Late schoole boyes, and sowre prentices,
+ Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride,
+ Call countrey ants to harvest offices;
+ Love, all alike, no season knowes, nor clyme,
+ Nor houres, dayes, moneths, which are the rags of time.
+
+ Thy beames, so reverend, and strong
+ Why shouldst thou thinke?
+ I could eclipse and cloud them with a winke,
+ But that I would not lose her sight so long:
+ If her eyes have not blinded thine,
+ Looke, and to morrow late, tell mee,
+ Whether both the'India's of spice and Myne
+ Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with mee.
+ Aske for those Kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
+ And thou shalt heare, All here in one bed lay.
+
+ She'is all States, and all Princes, I,
+ Nothing else is.
+ Princes doe but play us; compar'd to this,
+ All honor's mimique; All wealth alchimie.
+ Thou sunne art halfe as happy'as wee,
+ In that the world's contracted thus;
+ Thine age askes ease, and since thy duties bee
+ To warme the world, that's done in warming us.
+ Shine here to us, and thou art every where;
+ This bed thy center is, these walls, thy spheare.
+\end{poem}
+
+\begin{poem}{Song\addfirstline} %3
+\Forma \strophae {0101200 \LastButOne 1}
+
+ Sweetest love, I do not goe,
+ For wearinesse of thee,
+ Nor in hope the world can show \auto
+ A fitter Love for mee;
+ But since that I
+ Must dye at last, 'tis best,
+ To use my selfe in jest
+ Thus by fain'd deaths to dye;
+
+ Yesternight the Sunne went hence,
+ And yet is here to day,
+ He hath no desire nor sense,
+ Nor halfe so short a way:
+ Then feare not mee,
+ But beleeve that I shall make
+ Speedier journeyes, since I take
+ More wings and spurres then hee.
+
+ O how feeble is mans power
+ That if good fortune fall,
+ Cannot adde another houre,
+ Nor a lost houre recall!
+ But come bad chance,
+ And wee joyne to'it our strength,
+ And wee teach it art and length,
+ It selfe o'r us to'advance.
+
+ When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not winde,
+ But sigh'st my soule away,
+ When thou weep'st, unkindly kinde,
+ My lifes blood doth decay.
+ It cannot bee
+ That thou lov'st mee, as thou say'st,
+ If in thine my life thou waste,
+ Thou art the best of mee.
+
+ Let not thy divining heart
+ Forethinke me any ill,
+ Destiny may take thy part,
+ And may thy feares fulfill;
+ But thinke that wee
+ Are but turn'd aside to sleepe;
+ They who one another keepe
+ Alive, ne'r parted bee.
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{Aire and Angels} %4
+\Forma \strophae {0000101010120 \LastButOne 0}
+
+ Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
+ Before I knew thy face or name;
+ So in a voice, so in a shapelesse flame, \auto
+ affect us oft, and worship'd bee;
+ Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
+ Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
+ But since my soule, whose child love is,
+ Takes limmes of flesh, and else could nothing doe,
+ More subtile then the parent is,
+ Love must not be, but take a body too,
+ And therefore what thou wert, and who,
+ I bid Love aske, and now
+ That it assume thy body, I allow,
+ And fixe it selfe in thy lip, eye, and brow.
+
+ Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,
+ And so more steddily to have gone,
+ With wares which would sinke admiration,
+ I saw, I had loves pinnace overfraught,
+ Ev'ry thy haire for love to worke upon
+ Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
+ For, nor in nothing, nor in things
+ Extreme, and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere;
+ Then as an Angell, face, and wings
+ Of aire, not pure as it, yet pure doth weare,
+ So thy love may be my loves spheare;
+ Just such disparitie
+ As is twixt Aire and Angells puritie,
+ 'Twixt womens love, and mens will ever bee.
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{The Anniversarie} %5
+\Forma \strophae {110000100 \LastButOne 0}
+ All Kings, and all their favorites,
+ All glory of honors, beauties, wits,
+ The Sun it selfe, which makes times, as they passe, \auto
+ Is elder by a yeare, now, then it was
+ When thou and I first one another saw:
+ All other things, to their destruction draw,
+ Only our love hath no decay;
+ This, no to morrow hath, nor yesterday,
+ Running it never runs from us away,
+ But truly keepes his first, last, everlasting day.
+
+ Two graves must hide thine and my coarse,
+ If one might, death were no divorce.
+ Alas, as well as other Princes, wee,
+ (Who Prince enough in one another bee,)
+ Must leave at last in death, these eyes, and eares,
+ Oft fed with true oathes, and with sweet salt teares;
+ But soules where nothing dwells but love
+ (All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove
+ This, or a love increased there above,
+ When bodies to their graves, soules from their graves remove.
+
+ And then wee shall be throughly blest,
+ But wee no more, then all the rest;
+ Here upon earth, we'are Kings, and none but wee
+ Can be such Kings, nor of such subjects bee.
+ Who is so safe as wee? where none can doe
+ Treason to us, except one of us two.
+ True and false feares let us refraine,
+ Let us love nobly, and live, and adde againe
+ Yeares and yeares unto yeares, till we attaine
+ To write threescore: this is the second of our raigne.
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{Twicknam garden} %6
+\Forma \strophae {01101010 \LastButOne 1}
+\Locus \textus {\previous}
+
+ Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with teares,
+ Hither I come to seeke the spring, \auto
+ And at mine eyes, and at mine eares,
+ Receive such balmes, as else cure every thing;
+ But O, selfe traytor, I do bring
+ The spider love, which transubstantiates all,
+ And can convert Manna to gall,
+ And that this place may thoroughly be thought
+ True Paradise, I have the serpent brought.
+
+ 'Twere wholsomer for mee, that winter did
+ Benight the glory of this place,
+ And that a grave frost did forbid
+ These trees to laugh, and mocke mee to my face;
+ But that I may not this disgrace
+ Indure, nor yet leave loving, Love let mee
+ Some senslesse peece of this place bee;
+ Make me a mandrake, so I may groane here,
+ Or a stone fountaine weeping out my yeare.
+
+ Hither with christall vyals, lovers come,
+ And take my teares, which are loves wine,
+ And try your mistresse Teares at home,
+ For all are false, that tast not just like mine;
+ Alas, hearts do not in eyes shine,
+ Nor can you more judge womans thoughts by teares,
+ Then by her shadow, what she weares.
+ O perverse sexe, where none is true but shee,
+ Who's therefore true, because her truth kills mee.
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{The Dreame} %7
+\Forma \strophae {0020*6 \LastButOne 0}
+
+ Deare love, for nothing lesse then thee
+ Would I have broke this happy dreame,
+ It was a theame
+ For reason, much too strong for phantasie,
+ Therefore thou wakd'st me wisely; yet
+ My Dreame thou brok'st not, but continued'st it,
+ Thou art so truth, that thoughts of thee suffice,
+ To make dreames truths; and fables histories;
+ Enter these armes, for since thou thoughtst it best, \auto
+ Not to dreame all my dreame, let's act the rest.
+
+ As lightning, or a Tapers light,
+ Thine eyes, and not thy noise wak'd mee;
+ Yet I thought thee
+ (For thou lovest truth) an Angell, at first sight,
+ But when I saw thou sawest my heart,
+ And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an Angels art,
+ When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when
+ Excesse of joy would wake me, and cam'st then,
+ I must confesse, it could not chuse but bee
+ Prophane, to thinke thee any thing but thee.
+
+ Comming and staying show'd thee, thee,
+ But rising makes me doubt, that now,
+ Thou art not thou.
+ That love is weake, where feare's as strong as hee;
+ 'Tis not all spirit, pure, and brave,
+ If mixture it of have.
+ Perchance as torches which must ready bee,
+ Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with mee,
+ Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come; Then I
+ Will dreame that hope againe, but else would die.
+\end{poem}
+
+
+
+\begin{poem}{A Valediction: of weeping} %8
+\Forma \strophae {20002200 \LastButOne 0}
+
+ Let me powre forth
+ My teares before thy face, whil'st I stay here,
+ For thy face coines them, and thy stampe they beare, \auto
+ And by this Mintage they are something worth,
+ For thus they bee
+ Pregnant of thee;
+ Fruits of much griefe they are, emblemes of more,
+ When a teare falls, that thou falst which it bore,
+ So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.
+
+ On a round ball
+ A workeman that hath copies by, can lay
+ An Europe, Afrique, and an Asia,
+ And quickly make that, which was nothing,
+ So doth each teare,
+ Which thee doth weare,
+ A globe, yea world by that impression grow,
+ Till thy teares mixt with mine doe overflow
+ This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so.
+
+ O more then Moone,
+ Draw not up seas to drowne me in thy spheare,
+ Weepe me not dead, in thine armes, but forbeare
+ To teach the sea, what it may doe too soone;
+ Let not the winde
+ Example finde,
+ To doe me more harme, then it purposeth;
+ Since thou and I sigh one anothers breath,
+ Who e'r sighes most, is cruellest, and hasts the others death.
+\end{poem}
+
+\begin{poem}{A nocturnall upon S. Lucies day,\\ Being the shortest day} %9
+\Forma \strophae {00112000 \LastButOne 0}
+
+ 'Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes, \auto
+ who scarce seaven houres herself unmaskes,
+ The Sunne is spent, and now his flasks
+ Send forth light squibs, no constant rayes;
+ The worlds whole sap is sunke:
+ The generall balme th'hydroptique earth hath drunk,
+ Whither, as to the beds-feet, life is shrunke,
+ Dead and enterr'd; yet all these seeme to laugh,
+ Compar'd with mee, who am their Epitaph.
+
+ Study me then, you who shall lovers bee
+ At the next world, that is, at the next Spring:
+ For I am every dead thing,
+ In whom love wrought new Alchimie.
+ For his art did expresse
+ A quintessence even from nothingnesse,
+ From dull privations, and leane emptinesse:
+ He ruin'd mee, and I am re-begot
+ Of absence, darknesse, death; things which are not.
+
+ All others, from all things, draw all that's good,
+ Life, soule, forme, spirit, whence they beeing have;
+ I, by loves limbecke, am the grave
+ Of all, that's nothing. Oft a flood
+ Have wee two wept, and so
+ Drownd the whole world, us two; oft did we grow
+ To be two Chaosses, when we did show
+ Care to ought else; and often absences
+ Withdrew our soules, and made us carcasses.
+
+ But I am by her death, (which word wrongs her)
+ Of the first nothing, the Elixer grown;
+ Were I a man, that I were one,
+ I needs must know; I should preferre,
+ If I were any beast,
+ Some ends, some means; Yea plants, yea stones detest,
+ And love; All, all some properties invest;
+ If I an ordinary nothing were,
+ As shadow, a light, and body must be here.
+
+ But I am None; nor will my Sunne renew.
+ You lovers, for whose sake, the lesser Sunne
+ At this time to the Goat is runne
+ To fetch new lust, and give it you,
+ Enjoy your summer all;
+ Since shee enjoyes her long nights festivall,
+ Let mee prepare towards her, and let mee call
+ This houre her Vigill, and her Eve, since this
+ Both the yeares, and the dayes deep midnight is.
+\end{poem}
+
+\begin{poem}{A Valediction: forbidding mourning} %10
+\Forma \strophae {010 \LastButOne 1}
+
+ As virtuous men passe mildly away,
+ And whisper to their soules, to goe,
+ Whilst some of their sad friends doe say, \auto
+ The breath goes now, and some say, no:
+
+ So let us melt, and make no noise,
+ No teare-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,
+ T'were prophanation of our joyes
+ To tell the layetie our love.
+
+ Moving of th'earth brings harmes and feares,
+ Men reckon what it did and meant,
+ But trepidation of the spheares,
+ Though greater farre, is innocent.
+
+ Dull sublunary lovers love
+ (Whose soule is sense) cannot admit
+ Absence, because it doth remove
+ Those things which elemented it.
+
+ But we by a love, so much refin'd,
+ That our selves know not what it is,
+ Inter-assured of the mind,
+ Care lesse, eyes, lips, and hands to misse.
+
+ Our two soules therefore, which are one,
+ Though I must goe, endure not yet
+ A breach, but an expansion,
+ Like gold to ayery thinnesse beate.
+
+ If they be two, they are two so
+ As stiffe twin compasses are two,
+ Thy soule the fixt foot, makes no show
+ To move, but doth, if the'other doe.
+
+ And though it in the center sit,
+ Yet when the other far doth rome,
+ It leanes, and hearkens after it,
+ And growes erect, as that comes home.
+
+ Such wilt thou be to mee, who must
+ Like th'other foot, obliquely runne;
+ Thy firmnes makes my circle just,
+ And makes me end, where I begunne.
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{The Extasie} %11
+\Forma \strophae {010 \LastButOne 1}
+
+ Where, like a pillow on a bed,
+ A Pregnant banke swel'd up, to rest \auto
+ The violets reclining head,
+ Sat we two, one anothers best.
+ Our hands were firmely cimented
+ With a fast balme, which thence did spring,
+ Our eye-beames twisted, and did thred
+ Our eyes, upon one double string;
+ So to'entergraft our hands, as yet
+ Was all the meanes to make us one,
+ And pictures in our eyes to get
+ Was all our propagation.
+ As 'twixt two equall Armies, Fate
+ Suspends uncertaine victorie,
+ Our soules, (which to advance their state,
+ Were gone out,) hung 'twixt her, and mee.
+ And whil'st our soules negotiate there,
+ Wee like sepulchrall statues lay;
+ All day, the same our postures were,
+ And wee said nothing, all the day.
+ If any, so by love refin'd,
+ That he soules language understood,
+ And by good love were growen all minde,
+ Within convenient distance stood,
+ He (though he knew not which soule spake,
+ Because both meant, both spake the same)
+ Might thence a new concoction take,
+ And part farre purer then he came.
+ This Extasie doth unperplex
+ (We said) and tell us what we love,
+ Wee see by this, it was not sexe,
+ Wee see, we saw not what did move:
+ But as all severall soules containe
+ Mixture of things, they know not what,
+ Love, these mixt soules, doth mixe againe,
+ And makes both one, each this and that.
+ A single violet transplant,
+ The strength, the colour, and the size,
+ (All which before was poore, and scant,)
+ Redoubles still, and multiplies.
+ When love, with one another so
+ Interinanimates two soules,
+ That abler soule, which thence doth flow,
+ Defects of lonelinesse controules.
+ Wee then, who are this new soule, know,
+ Of what we are compos'd, and made,
+ For, th'Atomies of which we grow,
+ Are soules, whom no change can invade.
+ But O alas, so long, so farre
+ Our bodies why doe wee forbeare?
+ They are ours, though they are not wee, Wee are
+ The intelligences, they the spheare.
+ We owe them thankes, because they thus,
+ Did us, to us, at first convay,
+ Yeelded their forces, sense, to us,
+ Nor are drosse to us, but allay.
+ On man heavens influence workes not so,
+ But that it first imprints the ayre,
+ Soe soule into the soule may flow,
+ Though it to body first repaire.
+ As our blood labours to beget
+ Spirits, as like soules as it can,
+ Because such fingers need to knit
+ That subtile knot, which makes us man:
+ So must pure lovers soules descend
+ T'affections, and to faculties,
+ Which sense may reach and apprehend,
+ Else a great Prince in prison lies.
+ To'our bodies turne wee then, that so
+ Weake men on love reveal'd may looke;
+ Loves mysteries in soules doe grow,
+ But yet the body is his booke.
+ And if some lover, such as wee,
+ Have heard this dialogue of one,
+ Let him still marke us, he shall see
+ Small change, when we'are to bodies gone.
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{The Relique} %12
+\Forma \strophae {1111202000 \LastButOne 0}
+
+ When my grave is broke up againe \auto
+ Some second ghest to entertaine,
+ (For graves have learn'd that woman-head
+ To be to more then one a Bed)
+ And he that digs it, spies
+ A bracelet of bright haire about the bone,
+ Will he not let'us alone,
+ And thinke that there a loving couple lies,
+ Who thought that this device might be some way
+ To make their soules, at the last busie day,
+ Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?
+
+ If this fall in a time, or land,
+ Where mis-devotion doth command,
+ Then, he that digges us up, will bring
+ Us, to the Bishop, and the King,
+ To make us Reliques; then
+ Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I
+ A something else thereby;
+ All women shall adore us, and some men;
+ And since at such time, miracles are sought,
+ I would have that age by this paper taught
+ What miracles wee harmelesse lovers wrought.
+
+ First, we lov'd well and faithfully,
+ Yet knew not what wee lov'd, nor why,
+ Difference of sex no more wee knew,
+ Then our Guardian Angells doe;
+ Comming and going, wee
+ Perchance might kisse, but not between those meales;
+ Our hands ne'r toucht the seales,
+ Which nature, injur'd by late law, sets free:
+ These miracles wee did; but now alas,
+ All measure, and all language, I should passe,
+ Should I tell what a miracle shee was.
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\poet{George Herbert\indexes{Herbert, George}}{1593\textendash1633}
+
+\begin{poem}{The Collar} %13
+\Forma \strophae {03101211130212031310030130330323031 \LastButOne 3\\2em}
+ I struck the board, and cry'd, No more.
+ I will abroad.
+ What? shall I ever sigh and pine?
+ My lines and life are free; free as the rode,
+ Loose as the winde, as large as store.
+ Shall I be still in suit?
+ Have I no harvest but a thorn
+ To let me bloud, and not restore
+ What I have lost with cordiall fruit?
+ Sure there was wine
+ Before my sighs did drie it: there was corn
+ Before my tears did drown it.
+ Is the yeare onely lost to me?
+ Have I no bayes to crown it?
+ No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?
+ All wasted?
+ Not so, my heart: but there is fruit,
+ And thou hast hands.
+ Recover all thy sigh-blown age
+ On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute
+ Of what is fit, and not; forsake thy cage,
+ Thy rope of sands,
+ Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee
+ Good cable, to enforce and draw,
+ And be thy law,
+ While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.
+ Away; take heed:
+ I will abroad.
+ Call in thy deaths head there: tie up thy fears.
+ He that forbears
+ To suit and serve his need,
+ Deserves his load.
+ But as I rav'd and grew more fierce and wilde
+ At every word,
+ Me thoughts I heard one calling, \textit{Childe!}
+ And I reply'd, \textit{My Lord}.
+\end{poem}
+\begin{poem}{Aaron}
+\Forma \strophae {2101 \LastButOne 2\\2em}
+
+ Holinesse on the head,
+ Light and perfections on the breast,
+ Harmonious bells below, raising the dead
+ To leade them unto life and rest.
+ Thus are true Aarons drest.
+ Profanenesse in my head,
+ Defects and darknesse in my breast,
+ A noise of passions ringing me for dead
+ Unto a place where is no rest.
+ Poore priest thus am I drest.
+ Onely another head
+ I have, another heart and breast,
+ Another musick, making live not dead,
+ Without whom I could have no rest:
+ In him I am well drest.
+ Christ is my onely head,
+ My alone onely heart and breast,
+ My onely musick, striking me ev'n dead;
+ That to the old man I may rest,
+ And be in him new drest.
+
+ So holy in my head,
+ Perfect and light in my deare breast,
+ My doctrine tun'd by Christ, (who is not dead,
+ But lives in me while I do rest)
+ Come people; Aaron 's drest.
+
+
+\end{poem}
+\begin{poem}{Discipline}
+\Forma \strophae {003 \LastButOne 0}
+
+ Throw away thy rod,
+ Throw away thy wrath: \auto
+ O my God,
+ Take the gentle path.
+
+ For my hearts desire
+ Unto thine is bent:
+ I aspire
+ To a full consent.
+
+ Not a word or look
+ I affect to own,
+ But by book,
+ And thy book alone.
+
+ Though I fail, I weep:
+ Though I halt in pace,
+ Yet I creep
+ To the throne of grace.
+
+ Then let wrath remove;
+ Love will do the deed:
+ For with love
+ Stonie hearts will bleed.
+
+ Love is swift of foot;
+ Love 's a man of warre,
+ And can shoot,
+ And can hit from farre.
+
+ Who can scape his bow?
+ That which wrought on thee,
+ Brought thee low,
+ Needs must work on me.
+
+ Throw away thy rod;
+ Though man frailties hath,
+ Thou art God:
+ Throw away thy wrath.
+
+\end{poem}
+\begin{poem}{Redemption}
+\Forma \strophae {0110011001101 \LastButOne 1}
+
+ Having been tenant long to a rich Lord, \auto
+ Not thriving, I resolved to be bold,
+ And make a suit unto him, to afford
+ A new small-rented lease, and cancell th' old.
+
+ In heaven at his manour I him sought:
+ They told me there, that he was lately gone
+ About some land, which he had dearly bought
+ Long since on earth, to take possession.
+
+ I straight return'd, and knowing his great birth,
+ Sought him accordingly in great resorts;
+ In cities, theatres, gardens, parks, and courts:
+ At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth
+
+ Of theeves and murderers: there I him espied,
+ Who straight, \textit{Your suit is granted}, said, \& died.
+
+\end{poem}
+
+\newpage
+\begin{poem}{Easter-wings}
+\Forma \strophae [10]{c{.5ex}}
+\Locus \textus {+0pt}
+Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
+Though foolishly he lost the same,
+Decaying more and more,
+Till he became
+Most poore
+With thee
+O let me rise
+As larks, harmoniously,
+And sing this day thy victories:
+Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
+My tender age in sorrow did beginne:
+And still with sicknesses and shame
+Thou didst so punish sinne,
+That I became
+Most thinne.
+With thee
+Let me combine,
+And feel this day thy victorie:
+For, if I imp my wing on thine,
+Affliction shall advance the flight in me.
+\end{poem}
+
+\poet{Richard Crashaw\indexes{Crashaw, Richard}}{1612\textendash1649}
+
+\begin{poem}{Hymn of the Nativity\\Sung as by the Shepheards}
+\Drama
+\Facies\personae{\textsc{#1}}
+\Locus\personae{\centre}
+\SpatiumSupra\personam{1ex plus .25ex minus .25ex\penalty -100}
+\SpatiumInfra\personam{.33ex plus .11ex\penalty 10000}
+\persona*[1]{Chorus}
+\persona*[2]{Tityrus}
+\persona*[3]{Thyrsis}
+\persona*[4]{Both}
+\persona*[5]{Full Chorus}
+\Forma \strophae {010 \LastButOne 1}
+\Locus \textus {\auto}
+
+ \1 Come we shepheards whose blest Sight \auto
+ Hath mett love's Noon in Nature's night;
+ Come lift we up our loftyer Song
+ And wake the \textit{Sun} that lyes too long.
+
+\Forma \strophae {01010 \LastButOne 0}
+
+ To all our world of well-stoln joy
+ He slept; and dream't of no such thing;
+ While we found out Heavn's fairer eye
+ And Kis't the Cradle of our \textit{King}.
+ Tell him He rises now too late
+ To show us ought worth looking at.
+
+ Tell him we now can show Him more
+ Then He e're show'd to mortall Sight;
+ Then he Himselfe e're saw before;
+ Which to be seen needes not His light.
+ Tell him, Tityrus, where th' hast been,
+ Tell him, Thyrsis, what th' hast seen.
+
+ \2 Gloomy night embrac't the Place
+ Where The Noble Infant lay.
+ The \textit{Babe} look't up \& shew'd his Face;
+ In spite of Darknes, it was DAY.
+ It was \textit{Thy} day, \textit{Sweet}! \& did rise
+ Not from the \textit{East}, but from thine \textit{Eyes}.
+
+{\Forma \strophae {}
+ \1 It was \textit{Thy} day, Sweet, \&c.
+}
+
+ \3 \textit{Winter} chidde aloud; \& sent
+ The angry North to wage his warres.
+ The North forgott his feirce Intent;
+ And left perfumes in stead of scarres.
+ By those sweet eyes persuasive powrs
+ Where he mean't frost, he scatter'd flowrs.
+
+{\Forma \strophae {}
+ \1 By those sweet eyes, \&c.
+}
+
+ \4 We saw thee in thy baulmy Nest,
+ Young dawn of our eternall \textit{Day}!
+ We saw thine eyes break from their \textit{East}
+ And chase the trembling shades away.
+ We saw thee; \& we blest the sight,
+ We saw thee by thine own sweet light.
+
+ \2 Poor \textit{World} (said I) what wilt thou doe
+ To entertain this starry \textit{Stranger}?
+ Is this the best thou canst bestow?
+ A cold, and not too cleanly, manger?
+ Contend ye powres of heav'n \& earth
+ To fitt a bed for this huge birthe.
+
+{\Forma \strophae {}
+ \1 Contend ye powers, \&c.
+}
+
+ \3 Proud world, said I; cease your contest,
+ And let the \textit{Mighty} \textit{Babe} alone.
+ The Phoenix builds the Phoenix' nest.
+ Lov's architecture is his own.
+ The \textit{Babe} whose birth embraves this morn,
+ Made his own bed e're he was born.
+
+{\Forma \strophae {}
+ \1 The \textit{Babe} whose, \&c.
+}
+
+ \2 I saw the curl'd drops, soft \& slow,
+ Come hovering o're the place's head;
+ Offring their whitest sheets of snow
+ To furnish the fair \textit{Infant}'s bed:
+ Forbear, said I; be not too bold.
+ Your fleece is white, But t'is too cold.
+
+{\Forma \strophae {}
+ \1 Forbear, sayd I, \&c.
+}
+
+ \3 I saw the obsequious \textit{Seraphins}
+ Their rosy fleece of fire bestow,
+ For well they now can spare their wings,
+ Since \textit{Heaven} it self lyes here below.
+ Well done, said I: but are you sure
+ Your down so warm, will passe for pure?
+
+{\Forma \strophae {}
+ \1 Well done sayd I, \&c.
+}
+
+ \2 No no, your \textit{King}'s not yet to seeke
+ Where to repose his Royall \textit{Head},
+ See see, how soon his new-bloom'd \textit{Cheek}
+ Twixt's mother's brests is gone to bed.
+ Sweet choise, said we! no way but so
+ Not to ly cold, yet sleep in snow.
+
+{\Forma \strophae {}
+ \1 Sweet choise, said we, \&c.
+}
+
+ \4 We saw thee in thy baulmy nest,
+ Bright dawn of our eternall Day!
+ We saw thine eyes break from their \textit{East}
+ And chase the trembling shades away.
+ We saw thee: \& we blest the sight.
+ We saw thee, by thine own sweet light.
+
+{\Forma \strophae {}
+ \1 We saw thee, \&c.
+}
+
+
+ \5 Wellcome, all \textit{Wonders} in one sight!
+ Eternity shutt in a span.
+ Sommer in Winter. Day in Night.
+ Heaven in earth, \& \textit{God} in \textit{Man}.
+ Great little one! whose all-embracing birth
+ Lifts earth to heaven, stoopes heav'n to earth.
+
+ \textit{Wellcome}. Though nor to gold nor silk.
+ To more then Caesar's birth right is;
+ Two sister-seas of Virgin-Milk,
+ With many a rarely-temper'd kisse
+ That breathes at once both \textit{Maid} \& \textit{Mother},
+ Warmes in the one, cooles in the other.
+
+ \textit{Wellcome}, though not to those gay flyes
+ Guilded ith' Beames of earthly kings;
+ Slippery soules in smiling eyes;
+ But to poor Shepherds, home-spun things:
+ Whose Wealth 's their flock; whose witt, to be
+ Well read in their simplicity.
+
+ Yet when young April's husband showrs
+ Shall blesse the fruitfull Maia's bed,
+ We'l bring the First-born of her flowrs
+ To kisse thy \textit{Feet} \& crown thy \textit{Head}.
+ To thee, dread Lamb! whose love must keep
+ The shepheards, more then they the sheep.
+
+ To \textit{Thee} meek Majesty! soft \textit{King}
+ Of simple \textit{Graces} \& sweet \textit{Loves}.
+ Each of us his lamb will bring
+ Each his pair of sylver Doves;
+ Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes,
+ Our selves become our own best \textit{Sacrifice}.
+\endDrama
+\end{poem}
+
+\poet{Andrew Marvell\indexes{Marvell, Andrew}}{1621\textendash1678}
+
+\begin{poem}{A Dialogue between\\ The Resolved Soul, and Created Pleasure}
+
+Courage my Soul, now learn to wield \auto
+The weight of thine immortal Shield.
+Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright.
+Ballance thy Sword against the Fight.
+See where an Army, strong as fair,
+With silken Banners spreads the air.
+Now, if thou bee'st that thing Divine,
+In this day's Combat let it shine:
+And shew that Nature wants an Art
+To conquer one resolved Heart.
+
+\Drama
+\Facies \personae {\textsc{#1}}
+\Locus {\centre}
+\SpatiumSupra {1ex plus .25ex minus .25ex\penalty -100}
+\SpatiumInfra {.33ex plus .11ex\penalty 10000}
+\persona*[1]{pleasure}
+\persona*[2]{soul}
+\persona*[3]{chorus}
+
+\1 Welcome the Creations Guest,
+Lord of Earth, and Heavens Heir.
+Lay aside that Warlike Crest,
+And of Nature's banquet share:
+Where the Souls of fruits and flow'rs
+Stand prepar'd to heighten yours.
+
+\2 I sup above, and cannot stay
+To bait so long upon the way.
+
+\1 On these downy Pillows lye,
+Whose soft Plumes will thither fly:
+On these Roses strow'd so plain
+Lest one Leaf thy Side should strain.
+
+\2 My gentler Rest is on a Thought,
+Conscious of doing what I ought.
+
+\1 If thou bee'st with Perfumes pleas'd,
+Such as oft the Gods appeas'd,
+Thou in fragrant Clouds shalt show
+Like another God below.
+
+\2 A Soul that knowes not to presume
+Is Heaven's and its own perfume.
+
+\1 Every thing does seem to vie
+Which should first attract thine Eye:
+But since none deserves that grace,
+In this Crystal view thy face.
+
+\2 When the Creator's skill is priz'd,
+The rest is all but Earth disguis'd.
+
+\1 Heark how Musick then prepares
+For thy Stay these charming Aires ;
+Which the posting Winds recall,
+And suspend the Rivers Fall.
+
+\2 Had I but any time to lose,
+On this I would it all dispose.
+Cease Tempter. None can chain a mind
+Whom this sweet Chordage cannot bind.
+
+{\itshape
+\3 Earth cannot shew so brave a Sight
+As when a single Soul does fence
+The Batteries of alluring Sense,
+And Heaven views it with delight.
+Then persevere: for still new Charges sound:
+And if thou overcom'st thou shalt be crown'd.
+}
+
+\1 All this fair, and cost, and sweet,
+Which scatteringly doth shine,
+Shall within one Beauty meet,
+And she be only thine.
+
+\2 If things of Sight such Heavens be,
+What Heavens are those we cannot see?
+
+\1 Where so e're thy Foot shall go
+The minted Gold shall lie;
+Till thou purchase all below,
+And want new Worlds to buy.
+
+\2 Wer't not a price who 'ld value Gold?
+And that's worth nought that can be sold.
+
+\1 Wilt thou all the Glory have
+That War or Peace commend?
+Half the World shall be thy Slave
+The other half thy Friend.
+
+\2 What Friends, if to my self untrue?
+What Slaves, unless I captive you?
+
+\1 Thou shalt know each hidden Cause;
+And see the future Time:
+Try what depth the Centre draws;
+And then to Heaven climb.
+
+\2 None thither mounts by the degree
+Of Knowledge, but Humility.
+
+{\itshape
+\3 Triumph, triumph, victorious Soul;
+The World has not one Pleasure more:
+The rest does lie beyond the pole,
+And is thine everlasting Store.
+}
+\end{poem}
+
+\begin{poem}{On a Drop of Dew}
+\Forma\strophae{0010011001012{-1}0110200222002*{10}0*3 \LastButOne 0}%
+See how the Orient Dew,
+Shed from the Bosom of the Morn \auto
+Into the blowing Roses,
+Yet careless of its Mansion new;
+For the clear Region where 'twas born
+Round in its self incloses:
+And in its little Globes Extent,
+Frames as it can its native Element.
+How it the purple flow'r does slight,
+Scarce touching where it lyes,
+But gazing back upon the Skies,
+Shines with a mournful Light;
+Like its own Tear,
+Because so long divided from the Sphear.
+Restless it roules and unsecure,
+Trembling lest it grow impure:
+Till the warm Sun pitty it's Pain,
+And to the Skies exhale it back again.
+So the Soul, that Drop, that Ray
+Of the clear Fountain of Eternal Day,
+Could it within the humane flow'r be seen,
+Remembring still its former height,
+Shuns the sweat leaves and blossoms green;
+And, recollecting its own Light,
+Does, in its pure and circling thoughts, express
+The greater Heaven in an Heaven less.
+In how coy a Figure wound,
+Every way it turns away:
+So the World excluding round,
+Yet receiving in the Day.
+Dark beneath, but bright above:
+Here disdaining, there in Love.
+How loose and easie hence to go:
+How girt and ready to ascend.
+Moving but on a point below,
+It all about does upwards bend.
+Such did the Manna's sacred Dew destil;
+White, and intire, though congeal'd and chill.
+Congeal'd on Earth: but does, dissolving, run
+Into the Glories of th' Almighty Sun.
+\endDrama
+\end{poem}
+\begin{poem}{The Coronet}
+\Forma\strophae{0110101001101111\LastButOne0}%
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+ When for the Thorns with which I long, too long, \auto
+ With many a piercing wound,
+ My Saviours head have crown'd,
+ I seek with Garlands to redress that Wrong:
+ Through every Garden, every Mead,
+ I gather flow'rs (my fruits are only flow'rs)
+ Dismantling all the fragrant Towers
+ That once adorn'd my Shepherdesses head.
+ And now when I have summ'd up all my store,
+ Thinking (so I my self deceive)
+ So rich a Chaplet thence to weave
+ As never yet the king of Glory wore:
+ Alas I find the Serpent old
+ That, twining in his speckled breast,
+ About the flow'rs disguis'd does fold,
+ With wreaths of Fame and Interest.
+\Forma\strophae{}%
+ Ah, foolish Man, that would'st debase with them,
+ And mortal Glory, Heavens Diadem!
+ But thou who only could'st the Serpent tame,
+ Either his slipp'ry knots at once untie,
+ And disintangle all his winding Snare:
+ Or shatter too with him my curious frame:
+ And let these wither, so that he may die,
+ Though set with Skill and chosen out with Care.
+ That they, while Thou on both their Spoils dost tread,
+ May crown thy Feet, that could not crown thy Head.
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+\quad Of Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit
+Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tast
+Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,
+With loss of \textit{Eden}, till one greater Man
+Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat,
+Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top
+Of \textit{Oreb}, or of \textit{Sinai}, didst inspire
+That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed,
+In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth
+Rose out of \textit{Chaos}: Or if \textit{Sion} Hill
+Delight thee more, and \textit{Siloa}'s Brook that flow'd
+Fast by the Oracle of God; I thence
+Invoke thy aid to my adventrous Song,
+That with no middle flight intends to soar
+Above th' \textit{Aonian} Mount, while it pursues
+Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime.
+And chiefly Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer
+Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure,
+Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first
+Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread
+Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss
+And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark
+Illumine, what is low raise and support;
+That to the highth of this great Argument
+I may assert th' Eternal Providence,
+And justifie the wayes of God to men.
+\quad Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view
+Nor the deep Tract of Hell, say first what cause
+Mov'd our Grand Parents in that happy State,
+Favour'd of Heav'n so highly, to fall off
+From their Creator, and transgress his Will
+For one restraint, Lords of the World besides?
+Who first seduc'd them to that fowl revolt?
+Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile
+Stird up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv'd
+The Mother of Mankinde, what time his Pride
+Had cast him out from Heav'n, with all his Host
+Of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring
+To set himself in Glory above his Peers,
+He trusted to have equal'd the most High,
+If he oppos'd; and with ambitious aim
+Against the Throne and Monarchy of God
+Rais'd impious War in Heav'n and Battel proud
+With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power
+Hurld headlong flaming from th' Ethereal Skie
+With hideous ruine and combustion down
+To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
+In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,
+Who durst defie th' Omnipotent to Arms.
+Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night
+To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
+Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe
+Confounded though immortal: But his doom
+Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought
+Both of lost happiness and lasting pain
+Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes
+That witness'd huge affliction and dismay
+Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate:
+At once as far as Angels kenn he views
+The dismal Situation waste and wilde,
+A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round
+As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames
+No light, but rather darkness visible
+Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,
+Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
+And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
+That comes to all; but torture without end
+Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed
+With ever-burning Sulphur unconsum'd:
+Such place Eternal Justice had prepar'd
+For those rebellious, here their Prison ordain'd
+In utter darkness, and their portion set
+As far remov'd from God and light of Heav'n
+As from the Center thrice to th' utmost Pole.
+O how unlike the place from whence they fell!
+There the companions of his fall, o'rewhelm'd
+With Floods and Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,
+He soon discerns, and weltring by his side
+One next himself in power, and next in crime,
+Long after known in \textit{Palestine}, and nam'd
+\textit{Beelzebub}. To whom th' Arch-Enemy,
+And thence in Heav'n call'd Satan, with bold words
+Breaking the horrid silence thus began.
+\quad If thou beest he; But O how fall'n! how chang'd
+From him, who in the happy Realms of Light
+Cloth'd with transcendent brightnes didst outshine
+Myriads though bright: If he whom mutual league,
+United thoughts and counsels, equal hope,
+And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize,
+Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd
+In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest
+From what highth fal'n, so much the stronger provd
+He with his Thunder: and till then who knew
+The force of those dire Arms? yet not for those
+Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage
+Can else inflict do I repent or change,
+Though chang'd in outward lustre; that fixt mind
+And high disdain, from sence of injur'd merit,
+That with the mightiest rais'd me to contend,
+And to the fierce contention brought along
+Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd
+That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,
+His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd
+In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav'n,
+And shook his throne. What though the field be lost?
+All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,
+And study of revenge, immortal hate,
+And courage never to submit or yield:
+And what is else not to be overcome?
+That Glory never shall his wrath or might
+Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
+With suppliant knee, and deifie his power
+Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
+Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
+That were an ignominy and shame beneath
+This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods
+And this Empyreal substance cannot fail,
+Since through experience of this great event
+In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc't,
+We may with more successful hope resolve
+To wage by force or guile eternal Warr
+Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
+Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
+Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav'n.
+\quad So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain,
+Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
+And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer.
+\quad O Prince, O Chief of many Throned Powers,
+That led th' imbattelld Seraphim to Warr
+Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds
+Fearless, endanger'd Heav'ns perpetual King;
+And put to proof his high Supremacy,
+Whether upheld by strength, or Chance, or Fate,
+Too well I see and rue the dire event,
+That with sad overthrow and foul defeat
+Hath lost us Heav'n, and all this mighty Host
+In horrible destruction laid thus low,
+As far as Gods and Heav'nly Essences
+Can Perish: for the mind and spirit remains
+Invincible, and vigour soon returns,
+Though all our Glory extinct, and happy state
+Here swallow'd up in endless misery.
+But what if he our Conquerour, (whom I now
+Of force believe Almighty, since no less
+Then such could hav orepow'rd such force as ours)
+Have left us this our spirit and strength intire
+Strongly to suffer and support our pains,
+That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,
+Or do him mightier service as his thralls
+By right of Warr, what e're his business be
+Here in the heart of Hell to work in Fire,
+Or do his Errands in the gloomy Deep;
+What can it then avail though yet we feel
+Strength undiminisht, or eternal being
+To undergo eternal punishment?
+Whereto with speedy words th' Arch-fiend reply'd.
+\quad Fall'n Cherube, to be weak is miserable
+Doing or Suffering: but of this be sure,
+To do ought good never will be our task,
+But ever to do ill our sole delight,
+As being the contrary to his high will
+Whom we resist. If then his Providence
+Out of our evil seek to bring forth good,
+Our labour must be to pervert that end,
+And out of good still to find means of evil;
+Which oft times may succeed, so as perhaps
+Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb
+His inmost counsels from their destind aim.
+But see the angry Victor hath recall'd
+His Ministers of vengeance and pursuit
+Back to the Gates of Heav'n: The Sulphurous Hail
+Shot after us in storm, oreblown hath laid
+The fiery Surge, that from the Precipice
+Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling, and the Thunder,
+Wing'd with red Lightning and impetuous rage,
+Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now
+To bellow through the vast and boundless Deep.
+Let us not slip th' occasion, whether scorn,
+Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe.
+Seest thou yon dreary Plain, forlorn and wilde,
+The seat of desolation, voyd of light,
+Save what the glimmering of these livid flames
+Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend
+From off the tossing of these fiery waves,
+There rest, if any rest can harbour there,
+And reassembling our afflicted Powers,
+Consult how we may henceforth most offend
+Our Enemy, our own loss how repair,
+How overcome this dire Calamity,
+What reinforcement we may gain from Hope,
+If not what resolution from despare.
+\quad Thus Satan talking to his neerest Mate
+With Head up-lift above the wave, and Eyes
+That sparkling blaz'd, his other Parts besides
+Prone on the Flood, extended long and large
+Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge
+As whom the Fables name of monstrous size,
+\textit{Titanian}, or \textit{Earth}-\textit{Born}, that warr'd on \textit{Jove},
+\textit{Briarios} or \textit{Typhon}, whom the Den
+By ancient \textit{Tarsus} held, or that Sea-beast
+\textit{Leviathan}, which God of all his works
+Created hugest that swim th' Ocean stream:
+Him haply slumbring on the \textit{Norway} foam
+The Pilot of some small night-founder'd Skiff,
+Deeming some Island, oft, as Sea-men tell,
+With fixed Anchor in his skaly rind
+Moors by his side under the Lee, while Night
+Invests the Sea, and wished Morn delayes:
+So stretcht out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay
+Chain'd on the burning Lake, nor ever thence
+Had ris'n or heav'd his head, but that the will
+And high permission of all-ruling Heaven
+Left him at large to his own dark designs,
+That with reiterated crimes he might
+Heap on himself damnation, while he sought
+Evil to others, and enrag'd might see
+How all his malice serv'd but to bring forth
+Infinite goodness, grace and mercy shewn
+On Man by him seduc't, but on himself
+Treble confusion, wrath and vengeance pour'd.
+Forthwith upright he rears from off the Pool
+His mighty Stature; on each hand the flames
+Drivn backward slope their pointing spires, and rowld
+In billows, leave i'th' midst a horrid Vale.
+Then with expanded wings he stears his flight
+Aloft, incumbent on the dusky Air
+That felt unusual weight, till on dry Land
+He lights, if it were Land that ever burn'd
+With solid, as the Lake with liquid fire;
+And such appear'd in hue, as when the force
+Of subterranean wind transports a Hill
+Torn from \textit{Pelorus}, or the shatter'd side
+Of thundring \textit{Aetna}, whose combustible
+And fewel'd entrals thence conceiving Fire,
+Sublim'd with Mineral fury, aid the Winds,
+And leave a singed bottom all involv'd
+With stench and smoak: Such resting found the sole
+Of unblest feet. Him followed his next Mate,
+Both glorying to have scap't the \textit{Stygian} flood
+As Gods, and by their own recover'd strength,
+Not by the sufferance of supernal Power.
+\quad Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime,
+Said then the lost Arch Angel, this the seat
+That we must change for Heav'n, this mournful gloom
+For that celestial light? Be it so, since hee
+Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid
+What shall be right: fardest from him is best
+Whom reason hath equald, force hath made supream
+Above his equals. Farewel happy Fields
+Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail
+Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
+Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
+A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
+The mind is its own place, and in it self
+Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
+What matter where, if I be still the same,
+And what I should be, all but less then hee
+Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least
+We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
+Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
+Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
+To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
+Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.
+But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,
+Th' associates and copartners of our loss
+Lye thus astonisht on th' oblivious Pool,
+And call them not to share with us their part
+In this unhappy Mansion, or once more
+With rallied Arms to try what may be yet
+Regaind in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell?
+\quad So \textit{Satan} spake, and him \textit{Beelzebub}
+Thus answer'd. Leader of those Armies bright,
+Which but th' Omnipotent none could have foyld,
+If once they hear that voyce, their liveliest pledge
+Of hope in fears and dangers, heard so oft
+In worst extreams, and on the perilous edge
+Of battel when it rag'd, in all assaults
+Their surest signal, they will soon resume
+New courage and revive, though now they lye
+Groveling and prostrate on yon Lake of Fire,
+As we erewhile, astounded and amaz'd,
+No wonder, fall'n such a pernicious highth.
+\quad He scarce had ceas't when the superiour Fiend
+Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous shield
+Ethereal temper, massy, large and round,
+Behind him cast; the broad circumference
+Hung on his shoulders like the Moon, whose Orb
+Through Optic Glass the \textit{Tuscan} Artist views
+At Ev'ning from the top of \textit{Fesole},
+Or in \textit{Valdarno}, to descry new Lands,
+Rivers or Mountains in her spotty Globe.
+His Spear, to equal which the tallest Pine
+Hewn on \textit{Norwegian} hills, to be the Mast
+Of some great Ammiral, were but a wand,
+He walkt with to support uneasie steps
+Over the burning Marle, not like those steps
+On Heavens Azure, and the torrid Clime
+Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with Fire;
+Nathless he so endur'd, till on the Beach
+Of that inflamed Sea, he stood and call'd
+His Legions, Angel Forms, who lay intrans't
+Thick as Autumnal Leaves that strow the Brooks
+In \textit{Vallombrosa}, where th' \textit{Etrurian} shades
+High overarch't imbowr; or scatterd sedge
+Afloat, when with fierce Winds \textit{Orion} arm'd
+Hath vext the Red-Sea Coast, whose waves orethrew
+\textit{Busiris} and his \textit{Memphian} Chivalrie,
+\textit{Vv}hile with perfidious hatred they pursu'd
+The Sojourners of \textit{Goshen}, who beheld
+From the safe shore their floating Carkases
+And broken Chariot Wheels, so thick bestrown
+Abject and lost lay these, covering the Flood,
+Under amazement of their hideous change.
+He call'd so loud, that all the hollow Deep
+Of Hell resounded. Princes, Potentates,
+Warriers, the Flowr of Heav'n, once yours, now lost,
+If such astonishment as this can sieze
+Eternal spirits; or have ye chos'n this place
+After the toyl of Battel to repose
+Your wearied vertue, for the ease you find
+To slumber here, as in the Vales of Heav'n?
+Or in this abject posture have ye sworn
+To adore the Conquerour? who now beholds
+Cherube and Seraph rowling in the Flood
+With scatter'd Arms and Ensigns, till anon
+His swift pursuers from Heav'n Gates discern
+Th' advantage, and descending tread us down
+Thus drooping, or with linked Thunderbolts
+Transfix us to the bottom of this Gulfe.
+Awake, arise, or be for ever fall'n.
+\quad They heard, and were abasht, and up they sprung
+Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch
+On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread,
+Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake.
+Nor did they not perceave the evil plight
+In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel;
+Yet to their Generals Voyce they soon obeyd
+Innumerable. As when the potent Rod
+Of \textit{Amrams} Son in \textit{Egypts} evill day
+Wav'd round the Coast, up call'd a pitchy cloud
+Of \textit{Locusts}, warping on the Eastern Wind,
+That ore the Realm of impious \textit{Pharoah} hung
+Like Night, and darken'd all the Land of \textit{Nile}:
+So numberless were those bad Angels seen
+Hovering on wing under the Cope of Hell
+'Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding Fires;
+Till, as a signal giv'n, th' uplifted Spear
+Of their great Sultan waving to direct
+Their course, in even ballance down they light
+On the firm brimstone, and fill all the Plain;
+A multitude, like which the populous North
+Pour'd never from her frozen loyns, to pass
+\textit{Rhene} or the \textit{Danaw}, when her barbarous Sons
+Came like a Deluge on the South, and spread
+Beneath \textit{Gibraltar} to the \textit{Lybian} sands.
+Forthwith from every Squadron and each Band
+The Heads and Leaders thither hast where stood
+Their great Commander; Godlike shapes and forms
+Excelling human, Princely Dignities,
+And Powers that earst in Heaven sat on Thrones;
+Though of their Names in heav'nly Records now
+Be no memorial, blotted out and ras'd
+By their Rebellion, from the Books of Life.
+Nor had they yet among the Sons of \textit{Eve}
+Got them new Names, till wandring ore the Earth,
+Through Gods high sufferance for the tryal of man,
+By falsities and lyes the greatest part
+Of Mankind they corrupted to forsake
+God their Creator, and th' invisible
+Glory of him, that made them, to transform
+Oft to the Image of a Brute, adorn'd
+With gay Religions full of Pomp and Gold,
+And Devils to adore for Deities:
+Then were they known to men by various Names,
+And various Idols through the Heathen World.
+Say, Muse, their Names then known, who first, who last,
+Rous'd from the slumber, on that fiery Couch,
+At their great Emperors call, as next in worth
+Came singly where he stood on the bare strand,
+While the promiscuous croud stood yet aloof?
+The chief were those who from the Pit of Hell
+Roaming to seek their prey on earth, durst fix
+Their Seats long after next the Seat of God,
+Their Altars by his Altar, Gods ador'd
+Among the Nations round, and durst abide
+\textit{Jehovah} thundring out of \textit{Sion}, thron'd
+Between the Cherubim; yea, often plac'd
+Within his Sanctuary it self their Shrines,
+Abominations; and with cursed things
+His holy Rites, and solemn Feasts profan'd,
+And with their darkness durst affront his light.
+First \textit{Moloch}, horrid King besmear'd with blood
+Of human sacrifice, and parents tears,
+Though for the noyse of Drums and Timbrels loud
+Their childrens cries unheard, that past through fire
+To his grim Idol. Him the \textit{Ammonite}
+Worshipt in \textit{Rabba} and her watry Plain,
+In \textit{Argob} and in \textit{Basan}, to the stream
+Of utmost \textit{Arnon}. Nor content with such
+Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart
+Of \textit{Solomon} he led by fraud to build
+His Temple right against the Temple of God
+On that opprobrious Hill, and made his Grove
+The pleasant Vally of \textit{Hinnom}, \textit{Tophet} thence
+And black \textit{Gehenna} call'd, the Type of Hell.
+Next \textit{Chemos}, th' obscene dread of \textit{Moabs} Sons,
+From \textit{Aroer} to \textit{Nebo}, and the wild
+Of Southmost \textit{Abarim}; in \textit{Hesebon}
+And \textit{Heronaim}, \textit{Seons} Realm, beyond
+The flowry Dale of \textit{Sibma} clad with Vines,
+And \textit{Eleale} to th' \textit{Asphaltick} Pool.
+\textit{Peor} his other Name, when he entic'd
+\textit{Israel} in \textit{Sittim} on their march from \textit{Nile}
+To do him wanton rites, which cost them woe.
+Yet thence his lustful Orgies he enlarg'd
+Even to that Hill of scandal, by the Grove
+Of \textit{Moloch} homicide, lust hard by hate;
+Till good \textit{Josiah} drove them thence to Hell.
+With these came they, who from the bordring flood
+Of old \textit{Euphrates} to the Brook that parts
+\textit{Egypt} from \textit{Syrian} ground, had general Names
+Of \textit{Baalim} and \textit{Ashtaroth}, those male,
+These Feminine. For Spirits when they please
+Can either Sex assume, or both; so soft
+And uncompounded is their Essence pure,
+Not ti'd or manacl'd with joynt or limb,
+Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones,
+Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they choose
+Dilated or condens't, bright or obscure,
+Can execute their aerie purposes,
+And works of love or enmity fulfill.
+For those the Race of \textit{Israel} oft forsook
+Their living strength, and unfrequented left
+His righteous Altar, bowing lowly down
+To bestial Gods; for which their heads as low
+Bow'd down in Battel, sunk before the Spear
+Of despicable foes. With these in troop
+Came \textit{Astoreth}, whom the \textit{Phoenicians} call'd
+\textit{Astarte}, Queen of Heav'n, with crescent Horns;
+To whose bright Image nightly by the Moon
+\textit{Sidonian} Virgins paid their Vows and Songs,
+In \textit{Sion} also not unsung, where stood
+Her Temple on th' offensive Mountain, built
+By that uxorious King, whose heart though large,
+Beguil'd by fair Idolatresses, fell
+To Idols foul. \textit{Thammuz} came next behind,
+Whose annual wound in \textit{Lebanon} allur'd
+The \textit{Syrian} Damsels to lament his fate
+In amorous dittyes all a Summers day,
+While smooth \textit{Adonis} from his native Rock
+Ran purple to the Sea, suppos'd with blood
+Of \textit{Thammuz} yearly wounded: the Love-tale
+Infected \textit{Sions} daughters with like heat,
+Whose wanton passions in the sacred Porch
+\textit{Ezekiel} saw, when by the Vision led
+His eye survay'd the dark Idolatries
+Of alienated \textit{Judah}. Next came one
+Who mourn'd in earnest, when the Captive Ark
+Maim'd his brute Image, head and hands lopt off
+In his own Temple, on the grunsel edge,
+Where he fell flat, and sham'd his Worshipers:
+\textit{Dagon} his Name, Sea Monster, upward Man
+And downward Fish: yet had his Temple high
+Rear'd in \textit{Azotus}, dreaded through the Coast
+Of \textit{Palestine}, in \textit{Gath} and \textit{Ascalon},
+And \textit{Accaron} and \textit{Gaza}'s frontier bounds.
+Him follow'd \textit{Rimmon}, whose delightful Seat
+Was fair \textit{Damascus}, on the fertil Banks
+Of \textit{Abbana} and \textit{Pharphar}, lucid streams.
+He also against the house of God was bold:
+A Leper once he lost and gain'd a King,
+\textit{Ahaz} his sottish Conquerour, whom he drew
+Gods Altar to disparage and displace
+For one of \textit{Syrian} mode, whereon to burn
+His odious offrings, and adore the Gods
+Whom he had vanquisht. After these appear'd
+A crew who under Names of old Renown,
+\textit{Osiris}, \textit{Isis}, \textit{Orus} and their Train
+With monstrous shapes and sorceries abus'd
+Fanatic \textit{Egypt} and her Priests, to seek
+Their wandring Gods disguis'd in brutish forms
+Rather then human. Nor did \textit{Israel} scape
+Th' infection when their borrow'd Gold compos'd
+The Calf in \textit{Oreb}: and the Rebel King
+Doubl'd that sin in \textit{Bethel} and in \textit{Dan},
+Lik'ning his Maker to the Grazed Ox,
+\textit{Jehovah}, who in one Night when he pass'd
+From \textit{Egypt} marching, equal'd with one stroke
+Both her first born and all her bleating Gods.
+\textit{Belial} came last, then whom a Spirit more lewd
+Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love
+Vice for it self: To him no Temple stood
+Or Altar smoak'd; yet who more oft then hee
+In Temples and at Altars, when the Priest
+Turns Atheist, as did \textit{Ely}'s Sons, who fill'd
+With lust and violence the house of God.
+In Courts and Palaces he also Reigns
+And in luxurious Cities, where the noyse
+Of riot ascends above their loftiest Towrs,
+And injury and outrage: And when Night
+Darkens the Streets, then wander forth the Sons
+Of \textit{Belial}, flown with insolence and wine.
+Witness the Streets of \textit{Sodom}, and that night
+In \textit{Gibeah}, when hospitable Dores
+Yielded their Matrons to prevent worse rape.
+These were the prime in order and in might;
+The rest were long to tell, though far renown'd,
+Th' \textit{Ionian} Gods, of \textit{Javans} Issue held
+Gods, yet confest later then Heav'n and Earth
+Their boasted Parents; \textit{Titan} Heav'ns first born
+With his enormous brood, and birthright seis'd
+By younger \textit{Saturn}, he from mightier \textit{Jove}
+His own and \textit{Rhea}'s Son like measure found;
+So \textit{Jove} usurping reign'd: these first in \textit{Creet}
+And \textit{Ida} known, thence on the Snowy top
+Of cold \textit{Olympus} rul'd the middle Air
+Their highest Heav'n; or on the \textit{Delphian} Cliff,
+Or in \textit{Dodona}, and through all the bounds
+Of \textit{Doric} Land; or who with \textit{Saturn} old
+Fled over \textit{Adria} to th' \textit{Hesperian} Fields,
+And ore the \textit{Celtic} roam'd the utmost Isles.
+All these and more came flocking; but with looks
+Down cast and damp, yet such wherein appear'd
+Obscure som glimps of joy, to have found their chief
+Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost
+In loss it self; which on his count'nance cast
+Like doubtful hue: but he his wonted pride
+Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore
+Semblance of worth not substance, gently rais'd
+Their fainted courage, and dispel'd their fears.
+Then strait commands that at the warlike sound
+Of Trumpets loud and Clarions be upreard
+His mighty Standard; that proud honour claim'd
+\textit{Azazel} as his right, a Cherube tall:
+Who forthwith from the glittering Staff unfurld
+Th' Imperial Ensign, which full high advanc't
+Shon like a Meteor streaming to the Wind
+With Gemms and Golden lustre rich imblaz'd,
+Seraphic arms and Trophies: all the while
+Sonorous mettal blowing Martial sounds:
+At which the universal Host upsent
+A shout that tore Hells Concave, and beyond
+Frighted the Reign of \textit{Chaos} and old Night.
+All in a moment through the gloom were seen
+Ten thousand Banners rise into the Air
+With Orient Colours waving: with them rose
+A Forrest huge of Spears: and thronging Helms
+Appear'd, and serried Shields in thick array
+Of depth immeasurable: Anon they move
+In perfect \textit{Phalanx} to the Dorian mood
+Of Flutes and soft Recorders; such as rais'd
+To highth of noblest temper Hero's old
+Arming to Battel, and in stead of rage
+Deliberate valour breath'd, firm and unmov'd
+With dread of death to flight or foul retreat,
+Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage
+With solemn touches, troubl'd thoughts, and chase
+Anguish and doubt and fear and sorrow and pain
+From mortal or immortal minds. Thus they
+Breathing united force with fixed thought
+Mov'd on in silence to soft Pipes that charm'd
+Their painful steps o're the burnt soyle; and now
+Advanc't in view they stand, a horrid Front
+Of dreadful length and dazling Arms, in guise
+Of Warriers old with order'd Spear and Shield,
+Awaiting what command their mighty Chief
+Had to impose: He through the armed Files
+Darts his experienc't eye, and soon traverse
+The whole Battalion views, their order due,
+Their visages and stature as of Gods,
+Their number last he summs. And now his heart
+Distends with pride, and hardning in his strength
+Glories: For never since created man,
+Met such imbodied force, as nam'd with these
+Could merit more then that small infantry
+Warr'd on by Cranes: though all the Giant brood
+Of \textit{Phlegra} with th' Heroic Race were joyn'd
+That fought at \textit{Theb}'s and \textit{Ilium}, on each side
+Mixt with auxiliar Gods; and what resounds
+In Fable or \textit{Romance} of \textit{Uthers} Son
+Begirt with \textit{British} and \textit{Armoric} Knights;
+And all who since, Baptiz'd or Infidel
+Jousted in \textit{Aspramont} or \textit{Montalban},
+\textit{Damasco}, or \textit{Marocco}, or \textit{Trebisond},
+Or whom \textit{Biserta} sent from \textit{Afric} shore
+When \textit{Charlemain} with all his Peerage fell
+By \textit{Fontarabbia}. Thus far these beyond
+Compare of mortal prowess, yet observ'd
+Their dread Commander: he above the rest
+In shape and gesture proudly eminent
+Stood like a Towr; his form had yet not lost
+All her Original brightness, nor appear'd
+Less then Arch Angel ruind, and th' excess
+Of Glory obscur'd: As when the Sun new ris'n
+Looks through the Horizontal misty Air
+Shorn of his Beams, or from behind the Moon
+In dim Eclips disastrous twilight sheds
+On half the Nations, and with fear of change
+Perplexes Monarchs. Dark'n'd so, yet shon
+Above them all th' Arch Angel: but his face
+Deep scars of Thunder had intrencht, and care
+Sat on his faded cheek, but under Browes
+Of dauntless courage, and considerate Pride
+Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast
+Signs of remorse and passion to behold
+The fellows of his crime, the followers rather
+(Far other once beheld in bliss) condemn'd
+For ever now to have their lot in pain,
+Millions of Spirits for his fault amerc't
+Of Heav'n, and from Eternal Splendors flung
+For his revolt, yet faithfull how they stood,
+Their Glory witherd. As when Heavens Fire
+Hath scath'd the Forrest Oaks, or Mountain Pines,
+With singed top their stately growth though bare
+Stands on the blasted Heath. He now prepar'd
+To speak; whereat their doubl'd Ranks they bend
+From Wing to Wing, and half enclose him round
+With all his Peers: attention held them mute.
+Thrice he assayd, and thrice in spite of scorn,
+Tears such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last
+Words interwove with sighs found out their way.
+\quad O Myriads of immortal Spirits, O Powers
+Matchless, but with th' Almighty, and that strife
+Was not inglorious, though th' event was dire,
+As this place testifies, and this dire change
+Hateful to utter: but what power of mind
+Foreseeing or presaging, from the Depth
+Of knowledge past or present, could have fear'd,
+How such united force of Gods, how such
+As stood like these, could ever know repulse?
+For who can yet beleeve, though after loss,
+That all these puissant Legions, whose exile
+Hath emptied Heav'n, shall faile to re-ascend
+Self-rais'd, and repossess their native seat.
+For me, be witness all the Host of Heav'n,
+If counsels different, or danger shun'd
+By me, have lost our hopes. But he who reigns
+Monarch in Heav'n, till then as one secure
+Sat on his Throne, upheld by old repute,
+Consent or custome, and his Regal State
+Put forth at full, but still his strength conceal'd,
+Which tempted our attempt, and wrought our fall.
+Henceforth his might we know, and know our own
+So as not either to provoke, or dread
+New warr, provok't; our better part remains
+To work in close design, by fraud or guile
+What force effected not: that he no less
+At length from us may find, who overcomes
+By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
+Space may produce new Worlds; whereof so rife
+There went a fame in Heav'n that he ere long
+Intended to create, and therein plant
+A generation, whom his choice regard
+Should favour equal to the Sons of Heaven:
+Thither, if but to prie, shall be perhaps
+Our first eruption, thither or elsewhere:
+For this Infernal Pit shall never hold
+Caelestial Spirits in Bondage, nor th' Abysse
+Long under darkness cover. But these thoughts
+Full Counsel must mature: Peace is despaird,
+For who can think Submission? Warr then, Warr
+Open or understood must be resolv'd.
+\quad He spake: and to confirm his words, out-flew
+Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs
+Of mighty Cherubim; the sudden blaze
+Far round illumin'd hell: highly they rag'd
+Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arm's
+Clash'd on their sounding shields the din of war,
+Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heav'n.
+\quad There stood a Hill not far whose griesly top
+Belch'd fire and rowling smoak; the rest entire
+Shon with a glossie scurff, undoubted sign
+That in his womb was hid metallic Ore,
+The work of Sulphur. Thither wing'd with speed
+A numerous Brigad hasten'd. As when bands
+Of Pioners with Spade and Pickaxe arm'd
+Forerun the Royal Camp, to trench a Field,
+Or cast a Rampart. \textit{Mammon} led them on,
+\textit{Mammon}, the least erected Spirit that fell
+From heav'n, for ev'n in heav'n his looks and thoughts
+Were always downward bent, admiring more
+The riches of Heav'ns pavement, trod'n Gold,
+Then aught divine or holy else enjoy'd
+In vision beatific: by him first
+Men also, and by his suggestion taught,
+Ransack'd the Center, and with impious hands
+Rifl'd the bowels of their mother Earth
+For Treasures better hid. Soon had his crew
+Op'nd into the Hill a spacious wound
+And dig'd out ribs of Gold. Let none admire
+That riches grow in Hell; that soyle may best
+Deserve the pretious bane. And here let those
+Who boast in mortal things, and wondring tell
+Of \textit{Babel}, and the works of \textit{Memphian} Kings,
+Learn how their greatest Monuments of Fame,
+And Strength and Art are easily outdone
+By Spirits reprobate, and in an hour
+What in an age they with incessant toyle
+And hands innumerable scarce perform
+Nigh on the Plain in many cells prepar'd,
+That underneath had veins of liquid fire
+Sluc'd from the Lake, a second multitude
+With wondrous Art founded the massie Ore,
+Severing each kinde, and scum'd the Bullion dross:
+A theird as soon had form'd within the ground
+A various mould, and from the boyling cells
+By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook,
+As in an Organ from one blast of wind
+To many a row of Pipes the sound-board breaths.
+Anon out of the earth a Fabrick huge
+Rose like an Exhalation, with the sound
+Of Dulcet Symphonies and voices sweet,
+Built like a Temple, where \textit{Pilasters} round
+Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid
+With Golden Architrave; nor did there want
+Cornice or Freeze, with bossy Sculptures grav'n,
+The Roof was fretted Gold. Not \textit{Babilon},
+Nor great \textit{Alcairo} such magnificence
+Equal'd in all their glories, to inshrine
+\textit{Belus} or \textit{Serapis} their Gods, or seat
+Their Kings, when \textit{Aegypt} with \textit{Assyria} strove
+In wealth and luxurie. Th' ascending pile
+Stood fixt her stately highth, and strait the dores
+Op'ning their brazen foulds discover wide
+Within, her ample spaces, o're the smooth
+And level pavement: from the arched roof
+Pendant by suttle Magic many a row
+Of Starry Lamps and blazing Cressets fed
+With Naphtha and \textit{Asphaltus} yeilded light
+As from a sky. The hasty multitude
+Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise
+And some the Architect: his hand was known
+In Heav'n by many a Towred structure high,
+Where Scepter'd Angels held their residence,
+And sat as Princes, whom the supreme King
+Exalted to such power, and gave to rule,
+Each in his Herarchie, the Orders bright.
+Nor was his name unheard or unador'd
+In ancient Greece; and in \textit{Ausonian} land
+Men call'd him \textit{Mulciber}; and how he fell
+From Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry \textit{Jove}
+Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements: from Morn
+To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve,
+A Summers day; and with the setting Sun
+Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star,
+On \textit{Lemnos} th' \textit{Aegaean} Ile: thus they relate,
+Erring; for he with this rebellious rout
+Fell long before; nor aught avail'd him now
+To have built in Heav'n high Towrs; nor did he scape
+By all his Engins, but was headlong sent
+With his industrious crew to build in hell.
+Mean while the winged Haralds by command
+Of Sovran power, with awful Ceremony
+And Trumpets sound throughout the Host proclaim
+A solemn Councel forthwith to be held
+At \textit{Pandaemonium}, the high Capital
+Of Satan and his Peers: their summons call'd
+From every and Band squared Regiment
+By place or choice the worthiest; they anon
+With hundreds and with thousands trooping came
+Attended: all access was throng'd, the Gates
+And Porches wide, but chief the spacious Hall
+(Though like a cover'd field, where Champions bold
+Wont ride in arm'd, and at the Soldans chair
+Defi'd the best of Panim chivalry
+To mortal combat or carreer with Lance)
+Thick swarm'd, both on the ground and in the air,
+Brusht with the hiss of russling wings. As Bees
+In spring time, when the Sun with Taurus rides,
+Poure forth their populous youth about the Hive
+In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers
+Flie to and fro, or on the smoothed Plank,
+The suburb of their Straw-built Cittadel,
+New rub'd with Baume, expatiate and confer
+Their State affairs. So thick the aerie crowd
+Swarm'd and were straitn'd; till the Signal giv'n,
+Behold a wonder! they but now who seemd
+In bigness to surpass Earths Giant Sons
+Now less then smallest Dwarfs, in narrow room
+Throng numberless, like that Pigmean Race
+Beyond the \textit{Indian} Mount, or Faerie Elves,
+Whose midnight Revels, by a Forrest side
+Or Fountain fome belated Peasant sees,
+Or dreams he sees, while over head the Moon
+Sits Arbitress, and neerer to the Earth
+Wheels her pale course, they on their mirth and dance
+Intent, with jocond Music charm his ear;
+At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
+Thus incorporeal Spirits to smallest forms
+Reduc'd their shapes immense, and were at large,
+Though without number still amidst the Hall
+Of that infernal Court. But far within
+And in their own dimensions like themselves
+The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim
+In close recess and secret conclave sat
+A thousand Demy-Gods on golden seat's,
+Frequent and full. After short silence then
+And summons read, the great consult began.
+
+\Book
+High on a Throne of Royal State, which far
+Outshon the wealth of \textit{Ormus} and of \textit{Ind},
+Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
+Showrs on her Kings \textit{Barbaric} Pearl and Gold,
+Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd
+To that bad eminence; and from despair
+Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires
+Beyond thus high, insatiate to pursue
+Vain Warr with Heav'n, and by success untaught
+His proud imaginations thus displaid.
+\quad Powers and Dominions, Deities of Heav'n,
+For since no deep within her gulf can hold
+Immortal vigor, though opprest and fall'n,
+I give not Heav'n for lost. From this descent
+Celestial vertues rising, will appear
+More glorious and more dread then from no fall,
+And trust themselves to fear no second fate:
+Mee though just right, and the fixt Laws of Heav'n
+Did first create your Leader, next, free choice,
+With what besides, in Counsel or in Fight,
+Hath bin achievd of merit, yet this loss
+Thus farr at least recover'd, hath much more
+Establisht in a safe unenvied Throne
+Yeilded with full consent. The happier state
+In Heav'n, which follows dignity, might draw
+Envy from each inferior; but who here
+Will envy whom the highest place exposes
+Formost to stand against the Thunderers aime
+Your bulwark, and condemns to greatest share
+Of endless pain? where there is then no good
+For which to strive, no strife can grow up there
+From Faction; for none sure will claim in hell
+Precedence, none, whose portion is so small
+Of present pain, that with ambitious mind
+Will covet more. With this advantage then
+To union, and firm Faith, and firm accord,
+More then can be in Heav'n, we now return
+To claim our just inheritance of old,
+Surer to prosper then prosperity
+Could have assur'd us; and by what best way,
+Whether of open Warr or covert guile,
+We now debate; who can advise, may speak.
+\quad He ceas'd, and next him \textit{Moloc}, Scepter'd King
+Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest Spirit
+That fought in Heav'n; now fiercer by despair:
+His trust was with th' Eternal to be deem'd
+Equal in strength, and rather then be less
+Car'd not to be at all; with that care lost
+Went all his fear: of God, or Hell, or worse
+He reckd not, and these words thereafter spake.
+\quad My sentence is for open Warr: Of Wiles,
+More unexpert, I boast not: them let those
+Contrive who need, or when they need, not now.
+For while they sit contriving, shall the rest,
+Millions that stand in Arms, and longing wait
+The Signal to ascend, sit lingring here
+Heav'ns fugitives, and for their dwelling place
+Accept this dark opprobrious Den of shame,
+The Prison of his Tyranny who Reigns
+By our delay? no, let us rather choose
+Arm'd with Hell flames and fury all at once
+O're Heav'ns high Towrs to force resistless way,
+Turning our Tortures into horrid Arms
+Against the Torturer; when to meet the noise
+Of his Almighty Engin he shall hear
+Infernal Thunder, and for Lightning see
+Black fire and horror shot with equal rage
+Among his Angels; and his Throne it self
+Mixt with \textit{Tartarean} Sulphur, and strange fire,
+His own invented Torments. But perhaps
+The way seems difficult and steep to scale
+With upright wing against a higher foe.
+Let such bethink them, if the sleepy drench
+Of that forgetful Lake benumme not still,
+That in our proper motion we ascend
+Up to our native seat: descent and fall
+To us is adverse. Who but felt of late
+When the fierce Foe hung on our brok'n Rear
+Insulting, and pursu'd us through the Deep,
+With what compulsion and laborious flight
+We sunk thus low? Th' ascent is easie then;
+Th' event is fear'd; should we again provoke
+Our stronger, some worse way his wrath may find
+To our destruction: if there be in Hell
+Fear to be worse destroy'd: what can be worse
+Then to dwell here, driv'n out from bliss, condemn'd
+In this abhorred deep to utter woe;
+Where pain of unextinguishable fire
+Must exercise us without hope of end
+The Vassals of his anger, when the Scourge
+Inexorably, and the torturing houre
+Calls us to Penance? More destroy'd then thus
+We should be quite abolisht and expire.
+What fear we then? what doubt we to incense
+His utmost ire? which to the highth enrag'd,
+Will either quite consume us, and reduce
+To nothing this essential, happier farr
+Then miserable to have eternal being:
+Or if our substance be indeed Divine,
+And cannot cease to be, we are at worst
+On this side nothing; and by proof we feel
+Our power sufficient to disturb his Heav'n,
+And with perpetual inrodes to Allarme,
+Though inaccessible, his fatal Throne:
+Which if not Victory is yet Revenge.
+\quad He ended frowning, and his look denounc'd
+Desperate revenge, and Battel dangerous
+To less then Gods. On th' other side up rose
+\textit{Belial}, in act more graceful and humane;
+A fairer person lost not Heav'n; he seemd
+For dignity compos'd and high exploit:
+But all was false and hollow; though his Tongue
+Dropt Manna, and could make the worse appear
+The better reason, to perplex and dash
+Maturest Counsels: for his thoughts were low;
+To vice industrious, but to Nobler deeds
+Timorous and slothful: yet he pleas'd the eare,
+And with perswasive accent thus began.
+\quad I should be much for open Warr, O Peers,
+As not behind in hate; if what was urg'd
+Main reason to perswade immediate Warr,
+Did not disswade me most, and seem to cast
+Ominous conjecture on the whole success:
+When he who most excels in fact of Arms,
+In what he counsels and in what excels
+Mistrustful, grounds his courage on despair
+And utter dissolution, as the scope
+Of all his aim, after some dire revenge.
+First, what Revenge? the Towrs of Heav'n are fill'd
+With Armed watch, that render all access
+Impregnable; oft on the bordering Deep
+Encamp their Legions, or with obscure wing
+Scout farr and wide into the Realm of night,
+Scorning surprize. Or could we break our way
+By force, and at our heels all Hell should rise
+With blackest Insurrection, to confound
+Heav'ns purest Light, yet our great Enemie
+All incorruptible would on his Throne
+Sit unpolluted, and th' Ethereal mould
+Incapable of stain would soon expel
+Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire
+Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope
+Is flat despair: we must exasperate
+Th' Almighty Victor to spend all his rage,
+And that must end us, that must be our cure,
+To be no more; sad cure; for who would loose,
+Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
+Those thoughts that wander through Eternity,
+To perish rather, swallowd up and lost
+In the wide womb of uncreated night,
+Devoid of sense and motion? and who knows,
+Let this be good, whether our angry Foe
+Can give it, or will ever? how he can
+Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.
+Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire,
+Belike through impotence, or unaware,
+To give his Enemies their wish, and end
+Them in his anger, whom his anger saves
+To punish endless? wherefore cease we then?
+Say they who counsel Warr, we are decreed,
+Reserv'd and destin'd to Eternal woe;
+Whatever doing, what can we suffer more,
+What can we suffer worse? is this then worst,
+Thus sitting, thus consulting, thus in Arms?
+What when we fled amain, pursu'd and strook
+With Heav'ns afflicting Thunder, and besought
+The Deep to shelter us? this Hell then seem'd
+A refuge from those wounds: or when we lay
+Chain'd on the burning Lake? that sure was worse.
+What if the breath that kindl'd those grim fires
+Awak'd should blow them into sevenfold rage
+And plunge us in the Flames? or from above
+Should intermitted vengeance Arme again
+His red right hand to plague us? what if all
+Her stores were op'n'd, and this Firmament
+Of Hell should spout her Cataracts of Fire,
+Impendent horrors, threatning hideous fall
+One day upon our heads; while we perhaps
+Designing or exhorting glorious Warr,
+Caught in a fierie Tempest shall be hurl'd
+Each on his rock transfixt, the sport and prey
+Of racking whirlwinds, or for ever sunk
+Under yon boyling Ocean, wrapt in Chains;
+There to converse with everlasting groans,
+Unrespited, unpitied, unrepreevd,
+Ages of hopeless end; this would be worse.
+Warr therefore, open or conceal'd, alike
+My voice disswades; for what can force or guile
+With him, or who deceive his mind, whose eye
+Views all things at one view? he from heav'ns highth
+All these our motions vain, sees and derides;
+Not more Almighty to resist our might
+Then wise to frustrate all our plots and wiles.
+Shall we then live thus vile, the race of Heav'n
+Thus trampl'd, thus expell'd to suffer here
+Chains and these Torments? better these then worse
+By my advice; since fate inevitable
+Subdues us, and Omnipotent Decree,
+The Victors will. To suffer, as to doe,
+Our strength is equal, nor the Law unjust
+That so ordains: this was at first resolv'd,
+If we were wise, against so great a foe
+Contending, and so doubtful what might fall.
+I laugh, when those who at the Spear are bold
+And vent'rous, if that fail them, shrink and fear
+What yet they know must follow, to endure
+Exile, or ignominy, or bonds, or pain,
+The sentence of their Conquerour: This is now
+Our doom; which if we can sustain and bear,
+Our Supream Foe in time may much remit
+His anger, and perhaps thus farr remov'd
+Not mind us not offending, satisfi'd
+With what is punish't; whence these raging fires
+Will slack'n, if his breath stir not their flames.
+Our purer essence then will overcome
+Their noxious vapour, or enur'd not feel,
+Or chang'd at length, and to the place conformd
+In temper and in nature, will receive
+Familiar the fierce heat, and void of pain;
+This horror will grow milde, this darkness light,
+Besides what hope the never-ending flight
+Of future days may bring, what chance, what change
+Worth waiting, since our present lot appeers
+For happy though but ill, for ill not worst,
+If we procure not to our selves more woe.
+\quad Thus \textit{Belial} with words cloath'd in reasons garb
+Counsel'd ignoble ease, and peaceful sloath,
+Not peace: and after him thus \textit{Mammon} spake.
+\quad Either to disinthrone the King of Heav'n
+We warr, if warr be best, or to regain
+Our own right lost: him to unthrone we then
+May hope, when everlasting Fate shall yeild
+To fickle Chance, and \textit{Chaos} judge the strife:
+The former vain to hope argues as vain
+The latter: for what place can be for us
+Within Heav'ns bound, unless Heav'ns Lord supream
+We overpower? Suppose he should relent
+And publish Grace to all, on promise made
+Of new Subjection; with what eyes could we
+Stand in his presence humble, and receive
+Strict Laws impos'd, to celebrate his Throne
+With warbl'd Hymns, and to his Godhead sing
+Forc't Halleluiah's; while he Lordly sits
+Our envied Sovran, and his Altar breathes
+Ambrosial Odours and Ambrosial Flowers,
+Our servile offerings. This must be our task
+In Heav'n, this our delight; how wearisom
+Eternity so spent in worship paid
+To whom we hate. Let us not then pursue
+By force impossible, by leave obtain'd
+Unacceptable, though in Heav'n, our state
+Of splendid vassalage, but rather seek
+Our own good from our selves, and from our own
+Live to our selves, though in this vast recess,
+Free, and to none accountable, preferring
+Hard liberty before the easie yoke
+Of servile Pomp. Our greatness will appear
+Then most conspicuous, when great things of small,
+Useful of hurtful, prosperous of adverse
+We can create, and in what place so e're
+Thrive under evil, and work ease out of pain
+Through labour and endurance. This deep world
+Of darkness do we dread? How oft amidst
+Thick clouds and dark doth Heav'ns all-ruling Sire
+Choose to reside, his Glory unobscur'd,
+And with the Majesty of darkness round
+Covers his Throne; from whence deep thunders roar
+Must'ring their rage, and Heav'n resembles Hell?
+As he our Darkness, cannot we his Light
+Imitate when we please? This Desart soile
+Wants not her hidden lustre, Gemms and Gold;
+Nor want we skill or art, from whence to raise
+Magnificence; and what can Heav'n shew more?
+Our torments also may in length of time
+Become our Elements, these piercing Fires
+As soft as now severe, our temper chang'd
+Into their temper; which must needs remove
+The sensible of pain. All things invite
+To peaceful Counsels, and the settl'd State
+Of order, how in safety best we may
+Compose our present evils, with regard
+Of what we are and where, dismissing quite
+All thoughts of Warr: ye have what I advise.
+\quad He scarce had finisht, when such murmur filld
+Th' Assembly, as when hollow Rocks retain
+The sound of blustring winds, which all night long
+Had rous'd the Sea, now with hoarse cadence lull
+Sea-faring men orewatcht, whose Bark by chance
+Or Pinnace anchors in a craggy Bay
+After the Tempest: Such applause was heard
+As \textit{Mammon} ended, and his Sentence pleas'd,
+Advising peace: for such another Field
+They dreaded worse then Hell: so much the fear
+Of Thunder and the Sword of \textit{Michael}
+Wrought still within them; and no less desire
+To found this nether Empire, which might rise
+By pollicy, and long process of time,
+In emulation opposite to Heav'n.
+Which when \textit{Beelzebub} perceiv'd, then whom,
+\textit{Satan} except, none higher sat, with grave
+Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd
+A Pillar of State; deep on his Front engraven
+Deliberation sat and publick care;
+And Princely counsel in his face yet shon,
+Majestick though in ruin: sage he stood
+With \textit{Atlantean} shoulders fit to bear
+The weight of mightiest Monarchies; his look
+Drew audience and attention still as Night
+Or Summers Noon-tide air, while thus he spake.
+\quad Thrones and imperial Powers, off-spring of heav'n,
+Ethereal Vertues; or these Titles now
+Must we renounce, and changing stile be call'd
+Princes of Hell? for so the popular vote
+Inclines, here to continue, and build up here
+A growing Empire; doubtless; while we dream,
+And know not that the King of Heav'n hath doom'd
+This place our dungeon, not our safe retreat
+Beyond his Potent arm, to live exempt
+From Heav'ns high jurisdiction, in new League
+Banded against his Throne, but to remaine
+In strictest bondage, though thus far remov'd,
+Under th' inevitable curb, reserv'd
+His captive multitude: For he, be sure,
+In highth or depth, still first and last will Reign
+Sole King, and of his Kingdom loose no part
+By our revolt, but over Hell extend
+His Empire, and with Iron Scepter rule
+Us here, as with his Golden those in Heav'n.
+What sit we then projecting Peace and Warr?
+Warr hath determin'd us, and foild with loss
+Irreparable; tearms of peace yet none
+Voutsaf't or sought; for what peace will be giv'n
+To us enslav'd, but custody severe,
+And stripes, and arbitrary punishment
+Inflicted? and what peace can we return,
+But to our power hostility and hate,
+Untam'd reluctance, and revenge though slow,
+Yet ever plotting how the Conquerour least
+May reap his conquest, and may least rejoyce
+In doing what we most in suffering feel?
+Nor will occasion want, nor shall we need
+With dangerous expedition to invade
+Heav'n, whose high walls fear no assault or Siege,
+Or ambush from the Deep. What if we find
+Some easier enterprize? There is a place
+(If ancient and prophetic fame in Heav'n
+Err not) another World, the happy seat
+Of som new Race call'd \textit{Man}, about this time
+To be created like to us, though less
+In power and excellence, but favour'd more
+Of him who rules above; so was his will
+Pronounc'd among the Gods, and by an Oath,
+That shook Heav'ns whol circumference, confirm'd.
+Thither let us bend all our thoughts, to learn
+What creatures there inhabit, of what mould,
+Or substance, how endu'd, and what their Power,
+And where their weakness, how attempted best,
+By force or suttlety: Though Heav'n be shut,
+And Heav'ns high Arbitrator sit secure
+In his own strength, this place may lye expos'd
+The utmost border of his Kingdom, left
+To their defence who hold it: here perhaps
+Som advantagious act may be achiev'd
+By sudden onset, either with Hell fire
+To waste his whole Creation, or possess
+All as our own, and drive as we were driven,
+The punie habitants, or if not drive,
+Seduce them to our Party, that their God
+May prove their foe, and with repenting hand
+Abolish his own works. This would surpass
+Common revenge, and interrupt his joy
+In our Confusion, and our Joy upraise
+In his disturbance; when his darling Sons
+Hurl'd headlong to partake with us, shall curse
+Their frail Originals, and faded bliss,
+Faded so soon. Advise if this be worth
+Attempting, or to sit in darkness here
+Hatching vain Empires. Thus \textit{Beelzebub}
+Pleaded his devilish Counsel, first devis'd
+By \textit{Satan}, and in part propos'd: for whence,
+But from the Author of all ill could Spring
+So deep a malice, to confound the race
+Of mankind in one root, and Earth with Hell
+To mingle and involve, done all to spite
+The great Creatour? But their spite still serves
+His glory to augment. The bold design
+Pleas'd highly those infernal States, and joy
+Sparkl'd in all their eyes; with full assent
+They vote: whereat his speech he thus renews.
+\quad Well have ye judg'd, well ended long debate,
+Synod of Gods, and like to what ye are,
+Great things resolv'd; which from the lowest deep
+Will once more lift us up, in spight of Fate,
+Neerer our ancient Seat; perhaps in view
+Of those bright confines, whence with neighbouring Arms
+And opportune excursion we may chance
+Re-enter Heav'n; or else in some milde Zone
+Dwell not unvisited of Heav'ns fair Light
+Secure, and at the brightning Orient beam
+Purge off this gloom; the soft delicious Air,
+To heal the scarr of these corrosive Fires
+Shall breath her balme. But first whom shall we send
+In search of this new world, whom shall we find
+Sufficient? who shall tempt with wandring feet
+The dark unbottom'd infinite Abyss
+And through the palpable obscure find out
+His uncouth way, or spread his aerie flight
+Upborn with indefatigable wings
+Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive
+The happy Ile; what strength, what art can then
+Suffice, or what evasion bear him safe
+Through the strict Senteries and Stations thick
+Of Angels watching round? Here he had need
+All circumspection, and we now no less
+Choice in our suffrage; for on whom we send,
+The weight of all and our last hope relies.
+\quad This said, he sat; and expectation held
+His look suspence, awaiting who appeer'd
+To second, or oppose, or undertake
+The perilous attempt: but all sat mute,
+Pondering the danger with deep thoughts; and each
+In others count'nance red his own dismay
+Astonisht: none among the choice and prime
+Of those Heav'n-warring Champions could be found
+So hardie as to proffer or accept
+Alone the dreadful voyage; till at last
+\textit{Satan}, whom now transcendent glory rais'd
+Above his fellows, with Monarchal pride
+Conscious of highest worth, unmov'd thus spake.
+\quad O Progeny of Heav'n, Empyreal Thrones,
+With reason hath deep silence and demurr
+Seis'd us, though undismaid: long is the way
+And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light;
+Our prison strong, this huge convex of Fire,
+Outrageous to devour, immures us round
+Ninefold, and gates of burning Adamant
+Barr'd over us prohibit all egress.
+These past, if any pass, the void profound
+Of unessential Night receives him next
+Wide gaping, and with utter loss of being
+Threatens him, plung'd in that abortive gulf.
+If thence he scape into what ever world,
+Or unknown Region, what remains him less
+Then unknown dangers and as hard escape.
+But I should ill become this Throne, O Peers,
+And this Imperial Sov'ranty, adorn'd
+With splendor, arm'd with power, if aught propos'd
+And judg'd of public moment, in the shape
+Of difficulty or danger could deterre
+Me from attempting. Wherefore do I assume
+These Royalties, and not refuse to Reign,
+Refusing to accept as great a share
+Of hazard as of honour, due alike
+To him who Reigns, and so much to him due
+Of hazard more, as he above the rest
+High honourd sits? Go therfore mighty powers,
+Terror of Heav'n, though fall'n; intend at home,
+While here shall be our home, what best may ease
+The present misery, and render Hell
+More tollerable; if there be cure or charm
+To respite or deceive, or slack the pain
+Of this ill Mansion: intermit no watch
+Against a wakeful Foe, while I abroad
+Through all the coasts of dark destruction seek
+Deliverance for us all: this enterprize
+None shall partake with me. Thus saying rose
+The Monarch, and prevented all reply,
+Prudent, least from his resolution rais'd
+Others among the chief might offer now
+(Certain to be refus'd) what erst they feard;
+And so refus'd might in opinion stand
+His rivals, winning cheap the high repute
+Which he through hazard huge must earn. But they
+Dreaded not more th' adventure then his voice
+Forbidding; and at once with him they rose;
+Their rising all at once was as the sound
+Of Thunder heard remote. Towards him they bend
+With awful reverence prone; and as a God
+Extoll him equal to the highest in Heav'n:
+Nor fail'd they to express how much they prais'd,
+That for the general safety he despis'd
+His own: for neither do the Spirits damn'd
+Loose all their vertue; least bad men should boast
+Their specious deeds on earth, which glory excites,
+Or close ambition varnisht o're with zeal.
+Thus they their doubtful consultations dark
+Ended rejoycing in their matchless Chief:
+As when from mountain tops the dusky clouds
+Ascending, while the North wind sleeps, o'respread
+Heav'ns chearful face, the lowring Element
+Scowls ore the dark'nd lantskip Snow, or showre;
+If chance the radiant Sun with farewell sweet
+Extend his ev'ning beam, the fields revive,
+The birds their notes renew, and bleating herds
+Attest their joy, that hill and valley rings.
+O shame to men! Devil with Devil damn'd
+Firm concord holds, men onely disagree
+Of Creatures rational, though under hope
+Of heavenly Grace: and God proclaiming peace,
+Yet live in hatred, enmitie, and strife
+Among themselves, and levie cruel warres,
+Wasting the Earth, each other to destroy:
+As if (which might induce us to accord)
+Man had not hellish foes anow besides,
+That day and night for his destruction waite.
+\quad The \textit{Stygian} Councel thus dissolv'd; and forth
+In order came the grand infernal Peers,
+Midst came their mighty Paramount, and seemd
+Alone th' Antagonist of Heav'n, nor less
+Then Hells dread Emperour with pomp Supream,
+And God-like imitated State; him round
+A Globe of fierie Seraphim inclos'd
+With bright imblazonrie, and horrent Arms.
+Then of their Session ended they bid cry
+With Trumpets regal sound the great result:
+Toward the four winds four speedy Cherubim
+Put to their mouths the sounding Alchymie
+By Haralds voice explain'd: the hollow Abyss
+Heard farr and wide, and all the host of Hell
+With deafning shout, return'd them loud acclaim.
+Thence more at ease their minds and somwhat rais'd
+By false presumptuous hope, the ranged powers
+Disband, and wandring, each his several way
+Pursues, as inclination or sad choice
+Leads him perplext, where he may likeliest find
+Truce to his restless thoughts, and entertain
+The irksome hours, till his great Chief return.
+Part on the Plain, or in the Air sublime
+Upon the wing, or in swift race contend,
+As at th' Olympian Games or \textit{Pythian} fields;
+Part curb their fierie Steeds, or shun the Goal
+With rapid wheels, or fronted Brigads form.
+As when to warn proud Cities warr appears
+Wag'd in the troubl'd Skie, and Armies rush
+To Battel in the Clouds, before each Van
+Pric forth the Aerie Knights, and couch their spears
+Till thickest Legions close; with feats of Arms
+From either end of Heav'n the welkin burns.
+Others with vast \textit{Typhoean} rage more fell
+Rend up both Rocks and Hills, and ride the Air
+In whirlwind; Hell scarce holds the wilde uproar.
+As when \textit{Alcides} from \textit{Oealia} Crown'd
+With conquest, felt th' envenom'd robe, and tore
+Through pain up by the roots \textit{Thessalian} Pines,
+And \textit{Lichas} from the top of \textit{Oeta} threw
+Into th' \textit{Euboic} Sea. Others more milde,
+Retreated in a silent valley, sing
+With notes Angelical to many a Harp
+Their own Heroic deeds and hapless fall
+By doom of Battel; and complain that Fate
+Free Vertue should enthrall to Force or Chance.
+Their song was partial, but the harmony
+(What could it less when Spirits immortal sing?)
+Suspended Hell, and took with ravishment
+The thronging audience. In discourse more sweet
+(For Eloquence the Soul, Song charms the Sense,)
+Others apart sat on a Hill retir'd,
+In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
+Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will, and Fate,
+Fixt Fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute,
+And found no end, in wandring mazes lost.
+Of good and evil much they argu'd then,
+Of happiness and final misery,
+Passion and Apathie, and glory and shame,
+Vain wisdom all, and false Philosophie:
+Yet with a pleasing sorcerie could charm
+Pain for a while or anguish, and excite
+Fallacious hope, or arm th' obdured brest
+With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
+Another part in Squadrons and gross Bands,
+On bold adventure to discover wide
+That dismal world, if any Clime perhaps
+Might yeild them easier habitation, bend
+Four ways their flying March, along the Banks
+Of four infernal Rivers that disgorge
+Into the burning Lake their baleful streams;
+Abhorred \textit{Styx} the flood of deadly hate,
+Sad \textit{Acheron} of sorrow, black and deep;
+\textit{Cocytus}, nam'd of lamentation loud
+Heard on the ruful stream; fierce \textit{Phlegeton}
+Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.
+Farr off from these a slow and silent stream,
+\textit{Lethe} the River of Oblivion roules
+Her watrie Labyrinth, whereof who drinks,
+Forthwith his former state and being forgets,
+Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
+Beyond this flood a frozen Continent
+Lies dark and wilde, beat with perpetual storms
+Of Whirlwind and dire Hail, which on firm land
+Thaws not, but gathers heap, and ruin seems
+Of ancient pile; all else deep snow and ice,
+A gulf profound as that \textit{Serbonian} Bog
+Betwixt \textit{Damiata} and mount \textit{Casius} old,
+Where Armies whole have sunk: the parching Air
+Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of Fire.
+Thither by harpy-footed Furies hail'd,
+At certain revolutions all the damn'd
+Are brought: and feel by turns the bitter change
+Of fierce extreams, extreams by change more fierce,
+From Beds of raging Fire to starve in Ice
+Their soft Ethereal warmth, and there to pine
+Immovable, infixt, and frozen round,
+Periods of time, thence hurried back to fire.
+They ferry over this \textit{Lethean} Sound
+Both to and fro, their sorrow to augment,
+And wish and struggle, as they pass, to reach
+The tempting stream, with one small drop to loose
+In sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe,
+All in one moment, and so neer the brink;
+But fate withstands, and to oppose th' attempt
+\textit{Medusa} with \textit{Gorgonian} terror guards
+The Ford, and of it self the water flies
+All taste of living wight, as once it fled
+The lip of \textit{Tantalus}. Thus roving on
+In confus'd march forlorn, th' adventrous Bands
+With shuddring horror pale, and eyes agast
+View'd first their lamentable lot, and found
+No rest: through many a dark and drearie Vaile
+They pass'd, and many a Region dolorous,
+O're many a Frozen, many a Fierie Alpe,
+Rocks, Caves, Lakes, Fens, Bogs, Dens, and shades of death,
+A Universe of death, which God by curse
+Created evil, for evil only good,
+Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds,
+Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things,
+Abominable, inutterable, and worse
+Then Fables yet have feign'd, or fear conceiv'd,
+\textit{Gorgons} and \textit{Hydra}'s, and \textit{Chimera}'s dire.
+\quad Mean while the Adversary of God and Man,
+\textit{Satan} with thoughts inflam'd of highest design,
+Puts on swift wings, and toward the Gates of Hell
+Explores his solitary flight; som times
+He scours the right hand coast, som times the left,
+Now shaves with level wing the Deep, then soares
+Up to the fiery concave touring high.
+As when farr off at Sea a Fleet descri'd
+Hangs in the Clouds, by \textit{Aequinoctial} Winds
+Close sailing from \textit{Bengala}, or the Iles
+Of \textit{Ternate} and \textit{Tidore}, whence Merchants bring
+Their spicie Drugs: they on the trading Flood
+Through the wide \textit{Ethiopian} to the Cape
+Ply stemming nightly toward the Pole. So seem'd
+Farr off the flying Fiend: at last appeer
+Hell bounds high reaching to the horrid Roof,
+And thrice threefold the Gates; three folds were Brass
+Three Iron, three of Adamantine Rock,
+Impenitrable, impal'd with circling fire,
+Yet unconsum'd. Before the Gates there sat
+On either side a formidable shape;
+The one seem'd Woman to the waste, and fair,
+But ended foul in many a scaly fould
+Voluminous and vast, a Serpent arm'd
+With mortal sting: about her middle round
+A cry of Hell Hounds never ceasing bark'd
+With wide \textit{Cerberean} mouths full loud, and rung
+A hideous Peal: yet, when they list, would creep,
+If aught disturb'd their noyse, into her woomb,
+And kennel there, yet there still bark'd and howl'd
+Within unseen. Farr less abhorrd then these
+Vex'd \textit{Scylla} bathing in the Sea that parts
+\textit{Calabria} from the hoarce \textit{Trinacrian} shore:
+Nor uglier follow the Night-Hag, when call'd
+In secret, riding through the Air she comes
+Lur'd with the smell of infant blood, to dance
+With \textit{Lapland} Witches, while the labouring Moon
+Eclipses at their charms. The other shape,
+If shape it might be call'd that shape had none
+Distinguishable in member, joynt, or limb,
+Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd,
+For each seem'd either; black it stood as Night,
+Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell,
+And shook a dreadful Dart; what seem'd his head
+The likeness of a Kingly Crown had on.
+\textit{Satan} was now at hand, and from his seat
+The Monster moving onward came as fast,
+With horrid strides, Hell trembled as he strode.
+Th' undaunted Fiend what this might be admir'd,
+Admir'd, not fear'd; God and his Son except,
+Created thing naught vallu'd he nor shun'd;
+And with disdainful look thus first began.
+\quad Whence and what art thou, execrable shape,
+That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance
+Thy miscreated Front athwart my way
+To yonder Gates? through them I mean to pass,
+That be assur'd, without leave askt of thee:
+Retire, or taste thy folly, and learn by proof,
+Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heav'n.
+\quad To whom the Goblin full of wrauth reply'd,
+Art thou that Traitor Angel, art thou hee,
+Who first broke peace in Heav'n and Faith, till then
+Unbrok'n, and in proud rebellious Arms
+Drew after him the theird part of Heav'ns Sons
+Conjur'd against the highest, for which both Thou
+And they outcast from God, are here condemn'd
+To waste Eternal daies in woe and pain?
+And reck'n'st thou thy self with Spirits of Heav'n,
+Hell-doomd, and breath'st defiance here and scorn,
+Where I reign King, and to enrage thee more,
+Thy King and Lord? Back to thy punishment,
+False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,
+Least with a whip of Scorpions I pursue
+Thy lingring, or with one stroke of this Dart
+Strange horror seise thee, and pangs unfelt before.
+\quad So spake the grieslie terrour, and in shape,
+So speaking and so threatning, grew ten fold
+More dreadful and deform: on th' other side
+Incenc't with indignation \textit{Satan} stood
+Unterrifi'd, and like a Comet burn'd,
+That fires the length of \textit{Ophiucus} huge
+In th' Artick Sky, and from his horrid hair
+Shakes Pestilence and Warr. Each at the Head
+Level'd his deadly aime; their fatall hands
+No second stroke intend, and such a frown
+Each cast at th' other, as when two black Clouds
+With Heav'ns Artillery fraught, come rattling on
+Over the \textit{Caspian}, then stand front to front
+Hov'ring a space, till Winds the signal blow
+To joyn their dark Encounter in mid air:
+So frownd the mighty Combatants, that Hell
+Grew darker at their frown, so matcht they stood;
+For never but once more was either like
+To meet so great a foe: and now great deeds
+Had been achiev'd, whereof all Hell had rung,
+Had not the Snakie Sorceress that sat
+Fast by Hell Gate, and kept the fatal Key,
+Ris'n, and with hideous outcry rush'd between.
+\quad O Father, what intends thy hand, she cry'd,
+Against thy only Son? What fury O Son,
+Possesses thee to bend that mortal Dart
+Against thy Fathers head? and know'st for whom;
+For him who sits above and laughs the while
+At thee ordain'd his drudge, to execute
+What e're his wrath, which he calls Justice, bids,
+His wrath which one day will destroy ye both.
+\quad She spake, and at her words the hellish Pest
+Forbore, then these to her \textit{Satan} return'd:
+\quad So strange thy outcry, and thy words so strange
+Thou interposest, that my sudden hand
+Prevented spares to tell thee yet by deeds
+What it intends; till first I know of thee,
+What thing thou art, thus double-form'd, and why
+In this infernal Vaile first met thou call'st
+Me Father, and that Fantasm call'st my Son?
+I know thee not, nor ever saw till now
+Sight more detestable then him and thee.
+\quad T' whom thus the Portress of Hell Gate reply'd;
+Hast thou forgot me then, and do I seem
+Now in thine eye so foul, once deemd so fair
+In Heav'n, when at th' Assembly, and in sight
+Of all the Seraphim with thee combin'd
+In bold conspiracy against Heav'ns King,
+All on a sudden miserable pain
+Surpris'd thee, dim thine eyes, and dizzie swumm
+In darkness, while thy head flames thick and fast
+Threw forth, till on the left side op'ning wide,
+Likest to thee in shape and count'nance bright,
+Then shining heav'nly fair, a Goddess arm'd
+Out of thy head I sprung: amazement seis'd
+All th' Host of Heav'n; back they recoild affraid
+At first, and call'd me \textit{Sin}, and for a Sign
+Portentous held me; but familiar grown,
+I pleas'd, and with attractive graces won
+The most averse, thee chiefly, who full oft
+Thy self in me thy perfect image viewing
+Becam'st enamour'd, and such joy thou took'st
+With me in secret, that my womb conceiv'd
+A growing burden. Mean while Warr arose,
+And fields were fought in Heav'n; wherein remaind
+(For what could else) to our Almighty Foe
+Cleer Victory, to our part loss and rout
+Through all the Empyrean: down they fell
+Driv'n headlong from the Pitch of Heaven, down
+Into this Deep, and in the general fall
+I also; at which time this powerful Key
+Into my hand was giv'n, with charge to keep
+These Gates for ever shut, which none can pass
+Without my op'ning. Pensive here I sat
+Alone, but long I sat not, till my womb
+Pregnant by thee, and now excessive grown
+Prodigious motion felt and rueful throes.
+At last this odious offspring whom thou seest
+Thine own begotten, breaking violent way
+Tore through my entrails, that with fear and pain
+Distorted, all my nether shape thus grew
+Transform'd: but he my inbred enemie
+Forth issu'd, brandishing his fatal Dart
+Made to destroy: I fled, and cry'd out \textit{Death};
+Hell trembl'd at the hideous Name, and sigh'd
+From all her Caves, and back resounded \textit{Death}.
+I fled, but he pursu'd (though more, it seems,
+Inflam'd with lust then rage) and swifter far,
+Me overtook his mother all dismaid,
+And in embraces forcible and foule
+Ingendring with me, of that rape begot
+These yelling Monsters that with ceasless cry
+Surround me, as thou sawst, hourly conceiv'd
+And hourly born, with sorrow infinite
+To me, for when they list into the womb
+That bred them they return, and howle and gnaw
+My Bowels, their repast; then bursting forth
+Afresh with conscious terrours vex me round,
+That rest or intermission none I find.
+Before mine eyes in opposition sits
+Grim \textit{Death} my Son and foe, who sets them on,
+And me his Parent would full soon devour
+For want of other prey, but that he knows
+His end with mine involvd; and knows that I
+Should prove a bitter Morsel, and his bane,
+When ever that shall be; so Fate pronounc'd.
+But thou O Father, I forewarn thee, shun
+His deadly arrow; neither vainly hope
+To be invulnerable in those bright Arms,
+Though temper'd heav'nly, for that mortal dint,
+Save he who reigns above, none can resist.
+\quad She finish'd, and the suttle Fiend his lore
+Soon learnd, now milder, and thus answerd smooth.
+Dear Daughter, since thou claim'st me for thy Sire,
+And my fair Son here showst me, the dear pledge
+Of dalliance had with thee in Heav'n, and joys
+Then sweet, now sad to mention, through dire change
+Befalln us unforeseen, unthought of, know
+I come no enemie, but to set free
+From out this dark and dismal house of pain,
+Both him and thee, and all the heav'nly Host
+Of Spirits that in our just pretenses arm'd
+Fell with us from on high: from them I go
+This uncouth errand sole, and one for all
+My self expose, with lonely steps to tread
+Th' unfounded deep, and through the void immense
+To search with wandring quest a place foretold
+Should be, and, by concurring signs, ere now
+Created vast and round, a place of bliss
+In the Pourlieues of Heav'n, and therein plac't
+A race of upstart Creatures, to supply
+Perhaps our vacant room, though more remov'd,
+Least Heav'n surcharg'd with potent multitude
+Might hap to move new broiles: Be this or aught
+Then this more secret now design'd, I haste
+To know, and this once known, shall soon return,
+And bring ye to the place where Thou and Death
+Shall dwell at ease, and up and down unseen
+Wing silently the buxom Air, imbalm'd
+With odours; there ye shall be fed and fill'd
+Immeasurably, all things shall be your prey.
+He ceas'd, for both seemd highly pleasd, and Death
+Grinnd horrible a gastly smile, to hear
+His famine should be fill'd, and blest his mawe
+Destin'd to that good hour: no less rejoyc'd
+His mother bad, and thus bespake her Sire.
+\quad The key of this infernal Pit by due,
+And by command of Heav'ns all-powerful King
+I keep, by him forbidden to unlock
+These Adamantine Gates; against all force
+Death ready stands to interpose his dart,
+Fearless to be o'rematcht by living might.
+But what ow I to his commands above
+Who hates me, and hath hither thrust me down
+Into this gloom of \textit{Tartarus} profound,
+To sit in hateful Office here confin'd,
+Inhabitant of Heav'n, and heav'nlie-born,
+Here in perpetual agonie and pain,
+With terrors and with clamors compasst round
+Of mine own brood, that on my bowels feed:
+Thou art my Father, thou my Author, thou
+My being gav'st me; whom should I obey
+But thee, whom follow? thou wilt bring me soon
+To that new world of light and bliss, among
+The Gods who live at ease, where I shall Reign
+At thy right hand voluptuous, as beseems
+Thy daughter and thy darling, without end.
+\quad Thus saying, from her side the fatal Key,
+Sad instrument of all our woe, she took;
+And towards the Gate rouling her bestial train,
+Forthwith the huge Porcullis high up drew,
+Which but her self not all the \textit{Stygian} powers
+Could once have mov'd; then in the key-hole turns
+Th' intricate wards, and every Bolt and Bar
+Of massie Iron or sollid Rock with ease
+Unfast'ns: on a sudden op'n flie
+With impetuous recoile and jarring sound
+Th' infernal dores, and on their hinges great
+Harsh Thunder, that the lowest bottom shook
+Of \textit{Erebus}. She op'nd, but to shut
+Excel'd her power; the Gates wide op'n stood,
+That with extended wings a Bannerd Host
+Under spread Ensigns marching might pass through
+With Horse and Chariots rankt in loose array;
+So wide they stood, and like a Furnace mouth
+Cast forth redounding smoak and ruddy flame.
+Before their eyes in sudden view appear
+The secrets of the hoarie deep, a dark
+Illimitable Ocean without bound,
+Without dimension, where length, breadth, and highth,
+And time and place are lost; where eldest Night
+And \textit{Chaos}, Ancestors of Nature, hold
+Eternal \textit{Anarchie}, amidst the noise
+Of endless warrs and by confusion stand.
+For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four Champions fierce
+Strive here for Maistrie, and to Battel bring
+Their embryon Atoms; they around the flag
+Of each his faction, in their several Clanns,
+Light-arm'd or heavy, sharp, smooth, swift or slow,
+Swarm populous, unnumber'd as the Sands
+Of \textit{Barca} or \textit{Cyrene}'s torrid soil,
+Levied to side with warring Winds, and poise
+Their lighter wings. To whom these most adhere,
+Hee rules a moment; \textit{Chaos} Umpire sits,
+And by decision more imbroiles the fray
+By which he Reigns: next him high Arbiter
+\textit{Chance} governs all. Into this wilde Abyss,
+The Womb of nature and perhaps her Grave,
+Of neither Sea, nor Shore, nor Air, nor Fire,
+But all these in their pregnant causes mixt
+Confus'dly, and which thus must ever fight,
+Unless th' Almighty Maker them ordain
+His dark materials to create more Worlds,
+Into this wilde Abyss the warie fiend
+Stood on the brink of Hell and look'd a while,
+Pondering his Voyage; for no narrow frith
+He had to cross. Nor was his eare less peal'd
+With noises loud and ruinous (to compare
+Great things with small) then when \textit{Bellona} storms,
+With all her battering Engines bent to rase
+Som Capital City, or less then if this frame
+Of Heav'n were falling, and these Elements
+In mutinie had from her Axle torn
+The stedfast Earth. At last his Sail-broad Vannes
+He spreads for flight, and in the surging smoak
+Uplifted spurns the ground, thence many a League
+As in a cloudy Chair ascending rides
+Audacious, but that seat soon failing, meets
+A vast vacuitie: all unawares
+Fluttring his pennons vain plumb down he drops
+Ten thousand fadom deep, and to this hour
+Down had been falling, had not by ill chance
+The strong rebuff of som tumultuous cloud
+Instinct with Fire and Nitre hurried him
+As many miles aloft: that furie stay'd,
+Quencht in a Boggie \textit{Syrtis}, neither Sea,
+Nor good dry Land: nigh founderd on he fares,
+Treading the crude consistence, half on foot,
+Half flying; behoves him now both Oare and Saile.
+As when a Gryfon through the Wilderness
+With winged course ore Hill or moarie Dale,
+Pursues the \textit{Arimaspian}, who by stelth
+Had from his wakeful custody purloind
+The guarded Gold: So eagerly the fiend
+Ore bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare,
+With head, hands, wings, or feet pursues his way,
+And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flyes:
+At length a universal hubbub wilde
+Of stunning sounds and voices all confus'd
+Born through the hollow dark assaults his eare
+With loudest vehemence: thither he plyes,
+Undaunted to meet there what ever power
+Or Spirit of the nethermost Abyss
+Might in that noise reside, of whom to ask
+Which way the neerest coast of darkness lyes
+Bordering on light; when strait behold the Throne
+Of \textit{Chaos}, and his dark Pavilion spread
+Wide on the wasteful Deep; with him Enthron'd
+Sat Sable-vested Night, eldest of things,
+The consort of his Reign; and by them stood
+\textit{Orcus} and \textit{Ades}, and the dreaded name
+Of \textit{Demogorgon}; Rumor next and Chance,
+And Tumult and Confusion all imbroild,
+And Discord with a thousand various mouths.
+\quad T' whom \textit{Satan} turning boldly, thus. Ye Powers
+And Spirits of this nethermost Abyss,
+\textit{Chaos} and \textit{Ancient} \textit{Night}, I come no Spie,
+With purpose to explore or to disturb
+The secrets of your Realm, but by constraint
+Wandring this darksome desart, as my way
+Lies through your spacious Empire up to light,
+Alone, and without guide, half lost, I seek
+What readiest path leads where your gloomie bounds
+Confine with Heav'n; or if som other place
+From your Dominion won, th' Ethereal King
+Possesses lately, thither to arrive
+I travel this profound, direct my course;
+Directed, no mean recompence it brings
+To your behoof, if I that Region lost,
+All usurpation thence expell'd, reduce
+To her original darkness and your sway
+(Which is my present journey) and once more
+Erect the Standerd there of \textit{Ancient} \textit{Night};
+Yours be th' advantage all, mine the revenge.
+\quad Thus \textit{Satan}; and him thus the Anarch old
+With faultring speech and visage incompos'd
+Answer'd. I know thee, stranger, who thou art,
+That mighty leading Angel, who of late
+Made head against Heav'ns King, though overthrown.
+I saw and heard, for such a numerous host
+Fled not in silence through the frighted deep
+With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
+Confusion worse confounded; and Heav'n Gates
+Pourd out by millions her victorious Bands
+Pursuing. I upon my Frontieres here
+Keep residence; if all I can will serve,
+That little which is left so to defend
+Encroacht on still through our intestine broiles
+Weakning the Scepter of old Night: first Hell
+Your dungeon stretching far and wide beneath;
+Now lately Heaven and Earth, another World
+Hung ore my Realm, link'd in a golden Chain
+To that side Heav'n from whence your Legions fell:
+If that way be your walk, you have not farr;
+So much the neerer danger; goe and speed;
+Havock and spoil and ruin are my gain.
+\quad He ceas'd; and \textit{Satan} staid not to reply,
+But glad that now his Sea should find a shore,
+With fresh alacritie and force renew'd
+Springs upward like a Pyramid of fire
+Into the wilde expanse, and through the shock
+Of fighting Elements, on all sides round
+Environ'd wins his way; harder beset
+And more endanger'd, then when \textit{Argo} pass'd
+Through \textit{Bosporus} betwixt the justling Rocks:
+Or when \textit{Ulysses} on the Larbord shunnd
+\textit{Charybdis}, and by th' other whirlpool steard.
+So he with difficulty and labour hard
+Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour hee;
+But hee once past, soon after when man fell,
+Strange alteration! Sin and Death amain
+Following his track, such was the will of Heav'n,
+Pav'd after him a broad and beat'n way
+Over the dark Abyss, whose boiling Gulf
+Tamely endur'd a Bridge of wondrous length
+From Hell continu'd reaching th' utmost Orbe
+Of this frail World; by which the Spirits perverse
+With easie intercourse pass to and fro
+To tempt or punish mortals, except whom
+God and good Angels guard by special grace.
+But now at last the sacred influence
+Of light appears, and from the walls of Heav'n
+Shoots farr into the bosom of dim Night
+A glimmering dawn; here Nature first begins
+Her fardest verge, and \textit{Chaos} to retire
+As from her outmost works a brok'n foe
+With tumult less and with less hostile din,
+That \textit{Satan} with less toil, and now with ease
+Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light
+And like a weather-beaten Vessel holds
+Gladly the Port, though Shrouds and Tackle torn;
+Or in the emptier waste, resembling Air,
+Weighs his spread wings, at leasure to behold
+Farr off th' Empyreal Heav'n, extended wide
+In circuit, undetermind square or round,
+With Opal Towrs and Battlements adorn'd
+Of living Saphire, once his native Seat;
+And fast by hanging in a golden Chain
+This pendant world, in bigness as a Starr
+Of smallest Magnitude close by the Moon.
+Thither full fraught with mischievous revenge,
+Accurst, and in a cursed hour he hies.
+
+\Book
+
+\quad \textit{Ha}il holy light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born,
+Or of th' Eternal Coeternal beam
+May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light,
+And never but in unapproached light
+Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee,
+Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
+Or hear'st thou rather pure Ethereal stream,
+Whose Fountain who shall tell? before the Sun,
+Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice
+Of God, as with a Mantle didst invest
+The rising world of waters dark and deep,
+Won from the void and formless infinite.
+Thee I re-visit now with bolder wing,
+Escap't the \textit{Stygian} Pool, though long detain'd
+In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight
+Through utter and through middle darkness borne
+With other notes then to th' \textit{Orphean} Lyre
+I sung of \textit{Chaos} and \textit{Eternal} \textit{Night},
+Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down
+The dark descent, and up to reascend,
+Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,
+And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou
+Revisit'st not these eyes, that rowle in vain
+To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;
+So thick a drop serene hath quencht their Orbs,
+Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more
+Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt
+Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill,
+Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief
+Thee \textit{Sion} and the flowrie Brooks beneath
+That wash thy hallowd feet, and warbling flow,
+Nightly I visit: nor somtimes forget
+Those other two equal'd with me in Fate,
+So were I equal'd with them in renown,
+Blind \textit{Thamyris} and blind \textit{Maeonides},
+And \textit{Tiresias} and \textit{Phineus} Prophets old.
+Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move
+Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful Bird
+Sings darkling, and in shadiest Covert hid
+Tunes her nocturnal Note. Thus with the Year
+Seasons return, but not to me returns
+Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn,
+Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose,
+Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
+But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark
+Surrounds me, from the chearful waies of men
+Cut off, and for the book of knowledg fair
+Presented with a Universal blanc
+Of Natures works to mee expung'd and ras'd,
+And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out.
+So much the rather thou Celestial light
+Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers
+Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence
+Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell
+Of things invisible to mortal sight.
+\quad Now had the Almighty Father from above,
+From the pure Empyrean where he sits
+High Thron'd above all highth, bent down his eye,
+His own works and their works at once to view:
+About him all the Sanctities of Heaven
+Stood thick as Starrs, and from his sight receiv'd
+Beatitude past utterance; on his right
+The radiant image of his Glory sat,
+His onely Son; On Earth he first beheld
+Our two first Parents, yet the onely two
+Of mankind, in the happie Garden plac't,
+Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love,
+Uninterrupted joy, unrivald love
+In blissful solitude; he then survey'd
+Hell and the Gulf between, and \textit{Satan} there
+Coasting the wall of Heav'n on this side Night
+In the dun Air sublime, and ready now
+To stoop with wearied wings, and willing feet
+On the bare outside of this World, that seem'd
+Firm land imbosom'd without Firmament,
+Uncertain which, in Ocean or in Air.
+Him God beholding from his prospect high,
+Wherein past, present, future he beholds,
+Thus to his onely Son foreseeing spake.
+\quad Onely begotten Son, seest thou what rage
+Transports our adversarie, whom no bounds
+Prescrib'd, no barrs of Hell, nor all the chains
+Heapt on him there, nor yet the main Abyss
+Wide interrupt can hold; so bent he seems
+On desperat revenge, that shall redound
+Upon his own rebellious head. And now
+Through all restraint broke loose he wings his way
+Not farr off Heav'n, in the Precincts of light,
+Directly towards the new created World,
+And Man there plac't, with purpose to assay
+If him by force he can destroy, or worse,
+By som false guile pervert; and shall pervert;
+For man will heark'n to his glozing lyes,
+And easily transgress the sole Command,
+Sole pledge of his obedience: So will fall
+Hee and his faithless Progenie: whose fault?
+Whose but his own? ingrate, he had of mee
+All he could have; I made him just and right,
+Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
+Such I created all th' Ethereal Powers
+And Spirits, both them who stood and them who faild;
+Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
+Not free, what proof could they have givn sincere
+Of true allegiance, constant Faith or Love,
+Where onely what they needs must do, appeard,
+Not what they would? what praise could they receive?
+What pleasure I from such obedience paid,
+When Will and Reason (Reason also is choice)
+Useless and vain, of freedom both despoild,
+Made passive both, had servd necessitie,
+Not mee. They therefore as to right belongd,
+So were created, nor can justly accuse
+Their maker, or their making, or their Fate;
+As if Predestination over-rul'd
+Their will, dispos'd by absolute Decree
+Or high foreknowledge; they themselves decreed
+Their own revolt, not I: if I foreknew,
+Foreknowledge had no influence on their fault,
+Which had no less prov'd certain unforeknown.
+So without least impulse or shadow of Fate,
+Or aught by me immutablie foreseen,
+They trespass, Authors to themselves in all
+Both what they judge and what they choose; for so
+I formd them free, and free they must remain,
+Till they enthrall themselves: I else must change
+Their nature, and revoke the high Decree
+Unchangeable, Eternal, which ordain'd
+Their freedom, they themselves ordain'd their fall.
+The first sort by their own suggestion fell,
+Self-tempted, self-deprav'd: Man falls deceiv'd
+By the other first: Man therefore shall find grace,
+The other none: in Mercy and Justice both,
+Through Heav'n and Earth, so shall my glorie excel,
+But Mercy first and last shall brightest shine.
+\quad Thus while God spake, ambrosial fragrance fill'd
+All Heav'n, and in the blessed Spirits elect
+Sense of new joy ineffable diffus'd:
+Beyond compare the Son of God was seen
+Most glorious, in him all his Father shon
+Substantially express'd, and in his face
+Divine compassion visibly appeerd,
+Love without end, and without measure Grace,
+Which uttering thus he to his Father spake.
+\quad O Father, gracious was that word which clos'd
+Thy sovran sentence, that Man should find grace;
+For which both Heav'n and Earth shall high extoll
+Thy praises, with th' innumerable sound
+Of Hymns and sacred Songs, wherewith thy Throne
+Encompass'd shall resound thee ever blest.
+For should Man finally be lost, should Man
+Thy creature late so lov'd, thy youngest Son
+Fall circumvented thus by fraud, though joynd
+With his own folly? that be from thee farr,
+That farr be from thee, Father, who art Judge
+Of all things made, and judgest onely right.
+Or shall the Adversarie thus obtain
+His end, and frustrate thine, shall he fulfill
+His malice, and thy goodness bring to naught,
+Or proud return though to his heavier doom,
+Yet with revenge accomplish't and to Hell
+Draw after him the whole Race of mankind,
+By him corrupted? or wilt thou thy self
+Abolish thy Creation, and unmake,
+For him, what for thy glorie thou hast made?
+So should thy goodness and thy greatness both
+Be questiond and blaspheam'd without defence.
+\quad To whom the great Creatour thus reply'd.
+O Son, in whom my Soul hath chief delight,
+Son of my bosom, Son who art alone
+My word, my wisdom, and effectual might,
+All hast thou spok'n as my thoughts are, all
+As my Eternal purpose hath decreed:
+Man shall not quite be lost, but sav'd who will,
+Yet not of will in him, but grace in me
+Freely voutsaft; once more I will renew
+His lapsed powers, though forfeit and enthrall'd
+By sin to foul exorbitant desires;
+Upheld by me, yet once more he shall stand
+On even ground against his mortal foe,
+By me upheld, that he may know how frail
+His fall'n condition is, and to me ow
+All his deliv'rance, and to none but me.
+Some I have chosen of peculiar grace
+Elect above the rest; so is my will:
+The rest shall hear me call, and oft be warnd
+Their sinful state, and to appease betimes
+Th' incensed Deitie, while offerd grace
+Invites; for I will cleer their senses dark,
+What may suffice, and soft'n stonie hearts
+To pray, repent, and bring obedience due.
+To prayer, repentance, and obedience due,
+Though but endevord with sincere intent,
+Mine eare shall not be slow, mine eye not shut.
+And I will place within them as a guide
+My Umpire \textit{Conscience}, whom if they will hear,
+Light after light well us'd they shall attain,
+And to the end persisting, safe arrive.
+This my long sufferance and my day of grace
+They who neglect and scorn, shall never taste;
+But hard be hard'nd, blind be blinded more,
+That they may stumble on, and deeper fall;
+And none but such from mercy I exclude.
+But yet all is not don; Man disobeying,
+Disloyal breaks his fealtie, and sinns
+Against the high Supremacie of Heav'n,
+Affecting God-head, and so loosing all,
+To expiate his Treason hath naught left,
+But to destruction sacred and devote,
+He with his whole posteritie must die,
+Die hee or Justice must; unless for him
+Som other able, and as willing, pay
+The rigid satisfaction, death for death.
+Say Heav'nly Powers, where shall we find such love,
+Which of ye will be mortal to redeem
+Mans mortal crime, and just th' unjust to save,
+Dwels in all Heaven charitie so deare?
+\quad He ask'd, but all the Heav'nly Quire stood mute,
+And silence was in Heav'n: on mans behalf
+Patron or Intercessor none appeerd,
+Much less that durst upon his own head draw
+The deadly forfeiture, and ransom set.
+And now without redemption all mankind
+Must have bin lost, adjudg'd to Death and Hell
+By doom severe, had not the Son of God,
+In whom the fulness dwels of love divine,
+His dearest mediation thus renewd.
+\quad Father, thy word is past, man shall find grace;
+And shall grace not find means, that finds her way,
+The speediest of thy winged messengers,
+To visit all thy creatures, and to all
+Comes unprevented, unimplor'd, unsought,
+Happie for man, so coming; he her aide
+Can never seek, once dead in sins and lost;
+Attonement for himself or offering meet,
+Indebted and undon, hath none to bring:
+Behold mee then, mee for him, life for life
+I offer, on mee let thine anger fall;
+Account mee man; I for his sake will leave
+Thy bosom, and this glorie next to thee
+Freely put off, and for him lastly die
+Well pleas'd, on me let Death wreck all his rage;
+Under his gloomie power I shall not long
+Lie vanquisht; thou hast givn me to possess
+Life in my self for ever, by thee I live,
+Though now to Death I yeild, and am his due
+All that of me can die, yet that debt paid,
+Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsom grave
+His prey, nor suffer my unspotted Soule
+For ever with corruption there to dwell;
+But I shall rise Victorious, and subdue
+My Vanquisher, spoild of his vanted spoile;
+Death his deaths wound shall then receive, and stoop
+Inglorious, of his mortall sting disarm'd.
+I through the ample Air in Triumph high
+Shall lead Hell Captive maugre Hell, and show
+The powers of darkness bound. Thou at the sight
+Pleas'd, out of Heaven shalt look down and smile,
+While by thee rais'd I ruin all my Foes,
+Death last, and with his Carcass glut the Grave:
+Then with the multitude of my redeemd
+Shall enter Heaven long absent, and returne,
+Father, to see thy face, wherein no cloud
+Of anger shall remain, but peace assur'd,
+And reconcilement; wrauth shall be no more
+Thenceforth, but in thy presence Joy entire.
+\quad His words here ended, but his meek aspect
+Silent yet spake, and breath'd immortal love
+To mortal men, above which only shon
+Filial obedience: as a sacrifice
+Glad to be offer'd, he attends the will
+Of his great Father. Admiration seis'd
+All Heav'n, what this might mean, and whither tend
+Wondring; but soon th' Almighty thus reply'd:
+\quad O thou in Heav'n and Earth the only peace
+Found out for mankind under wrauth, O thou
+My sole complacence! well thou know'st how dear,
+To me are all my works, nor Man the least
+Though last created, that for him I spare
+Thee from my bosom and right hand, to save,
+By loosing thee a while, the whole Race lost.
+Thou therefore whom thou only canst redeeme,
+Their Nature also to thy Nature joyne;
+And be thy self Man among men on Earth,
+Made flesh, when time shall be, of Virgin seed,
+By wondrous birth: Be thou in \textit{Adams} room
+The Head of all mankind, though \textit{Adams} Son.
+As in him perish all men, so in thee
+As from a second root shall be restor'd,
+As many as are restor'd, without thee none.
+His crime makes guiltie all his Sons, thy merit
+Imputed shall absolve them who renounce
+Their own both righteous and unrighteous deeds,
+And live in thee transplanted, and from thee
+Receive new life. So Man, as is most just,
+Shall satisfie for Man, be judg'd and die,
+And dying rise, and rising with him raise
+His Brethren, ransomd with his own dear life.
+So Heav'nly love shal outdoo Hellish hate,
+Giving to death, and dying to redeeme,
+So dearly to redeem what Hellish hate
+So easily destroy'd, and still destroyes
+In those who, when they may, accept not grace.
+Nor shalt thou by descending to assume
+Mans Nature, less'n or degrade thine owne.
+Because thou hast, though Thron'd in highest bliss
+Equal to God, and equally enjoying
+God-like fruition, quitted all to save
+A World from utter loss, and hast been found
+By Merit more then Birthright Son of God,
+Found worthiest to be so by being Good,
+Farr more then Great or High; because in thee
+Love hath abounded more then Glory abounds,
+Therefore thy Humiliation shall exalt
+With thee thy Manhood also to this Throne;
+Here shalt thou sit incarnate, here shalt Reigne
+Both God and Man, Son both of God and Man,
+Anointed universal King; all Power
+I give thee, reign for ever, and assume
+Thy Merits; under thee as Head Supream
+Thrones, Princedoms, Powers, Dominions I reduce:
+All knees to thee shall bow, of them that bide
+In Heaven, or Earth, or under Earth in Hell;
+When thou attended gloriously from Heav'n
+Shalt in the Skie appeer, and from thee send
+The summoning Arch-Angels to proclaime
+Thy dread Tribunal: forthwith from all Windes
+The living, and forthwith the cited dead
+Of all past Ages to the general Doom
+Shall hast'n, such a peal shall rouse their sleep.
+Then all thy Saints assembl'd, thou shalt judge
+Bad men and Angels, they arraignd shall sink
+Beneath thy Sentence; Hell, her numbers full,
+Thenceforth shall be for ever shut. Mean while
+The World shall burn, and from her ashes spring
+New Heav'n and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell
+And after all their tribulations long
+See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds,
+With Joy and Love triumphing, and fair Truth.
+Then thou thy regal Scepter shalt lay by,
+For regal Scepter then no more shall need,
+God shall be All in All. But all ye Gods,
+Adore him, who to compass all this dies,
+Adore the Son, and honour him as mee.
+\quad No sooner had th' Almighty ceas't, but all
+The multitude of Angels with a shout
+Loud as from numbers without number, sweet
+As from blest voices, uttering joy, Heav'n rung
+With Jubilee, and loud Hosanna's fill'd
+Th' eternal Regions: lowly reverent
+Towards either Throne they bow, and to the ground
+With solemn adoration down they cast
+Their Crowns inwove with Amarant and Gold,
+Immortal Amarant, a Flour which once
+In Paradise, fast by the Tree of Life
+Began to bloom, but soon for mans offence
+To Heav'n remov'd where first it grew, there grows,
+And flours aloft shading the Fount of Life,
+And where the river of Bliss through midst of Heavn
+Rowls o're \textit{Elisian} Flours her Amber stream;
+With these that never fade the Spirits Elect
+Bind their resplendent locks inwreath'd with beams,
+Now in loose Garlands thick thrown off, the bright
+Pavement that like a Sea of Jasper shon
+Impurpl'd with Celestial Roses smil'd.
+Then Crown'd again their gold'n Harps they took,
+Harps ever tun'd, that glittering by their side
+Like Quivers hung, and with Praeamble sweet
+Of charming symphonie they introduce
+Their sacred Song, and waken raptures high;
+No voice exempt, no voice but well could joine
+Melodious part, such concord is in Heav'n.
+\quad Thee Father first they sung Omnipotent,
+Immutable, Immortal, Infinite,
+Eternal King; thee Author of all being,
+Fountain of Light, thy self invisible
+Amidst the glorious brightness where thou sit'st
+Thron'd inaccessible, but when thou shad'st
+The full blaze of thy beams, and through a cloud
+Drawn round about thee like a radiant Shrine,
+Dark with excessive bright thy skirts appeer,
+Yet dazle Heav'n, that brightest Seraphim
+Approach not, but with both wings veil their eyes.
+Thee next they sang of all Creation first,
+Begotten Son, Divine Similitude,
+In whose conspicuous count'nance, without cloud
+Made visible, th' Almighty Father shines,
+Whom else no Creature can behold; on thee
+Impresst the effulgence of his Glorie abides,
+Transfus'd on thee his ample Spirit rests.
+Hee Heav'n of Heavens and all the Powers therein
+By thee created, and by thee threw down
+Th' aspiring Dominations: thou that day
+Thy Fathers dreadful Thunder didst not spare,
+Nor stop thy flaming Chariot wheels, that shook
+Heav'ns everlasting Frame, while o're the necks
+Thou drov'st of warring Angels disarraid.
+Back from pursuit thy Powers with loud acclaime
+Thee only extold, Son of thy Fathers might,
+To execute fierce vengeance on his foes,
+Not so on Man; him through their malice fall'n,
+Father of Mercie and Grace, thou didst not doome
+So strictly, but much more to pitie encline:
+No sooner did thy dear and onely Son
+Perceive thee purpos'd not to doom frail Man
+So strictly, but much more to pitie enclin'd,
+He to appease thy wrauth, and end the strife
+Of Mercy and Justice in thy face discern'd,
+Regardless of the Bliss wherein hee sat
+Second to thee, offerd himself to die
+For mans offence. O unexampl'd love,
+Love no where to be found less then Divine!
+Hail Son of God, Saviour of Men, thy Name
+Shall be the copious matter of my Song
+Henceforth, and never shall my Harp thy praise
+Forget, nor from thy Fathers praise disjoine.
+\quad Thus they in Heav'n, above the starry Sphear,
+Their happie hours in joy and hymning spent.
+Mean while upon the firm opacous Globe
+Of this round World, whose first convex divides
+The luminous inferior Orbs, enclos'd
+From \textit{Chaos} and th' inroad of Darkness old,
+\textit{Satan} alighted walks: a Globe farr off
+It seem'd, now seems a boundless Continent
+Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of Night
+Starless expos'd, and ever-threatning storms
+Of \textit{Chaos} blustring round, inclement skie;
+Save on that side which from the wall of Heav'n
+Though distant farr som small reflection gaines
+Of glimmering air less vext with tempest loud:
+Here walk'd the Fiend at large in spacious field.
+As when a Vultur on \textit{Imaus} bred,
+Whose snowie ridge the roving \textit{Tartar} bounds,
+Dislodging from a Region scarce of prey
+To gorge the flesh of Lambs or yeanling Kids
+On Hills where Flocks are fed, flies toward the Springs
+Of \textit{Ganges} or \textit{Hydaspes}, \textit{Indian} streams;
+But in his way lights on the barren plaines
+Of \textit{Sericana}, where \textit{Chineses} drive
+With Sails and Wind their canie Waggons light:
+So on this windie Sea of Land, the Fiend
+Walk'd up and down alone bent on his prey,
+Alone, for other Creature in this place
+Living or liveless to be found was none,
+None yet, but store hereafter from the earth
+Up hither like Aereal vapours flew
+Of all things transitorie and vain, when Sin
+With vanity had filld the works of men:
+Both all things vain, and all who in vain things
+Built their fond hopes of Glorie or lasting fame,
+Or happiness in this or th' other life;
+All who have their reward on Earth, the fruits
+Of painful Superstition and blind Zeal,
+Naught seeking but the praise of men, here find
+Fit retribution, emptie as their deeds;
+All th' unaccomplisht works of Natures hand,
+Abortive, monstrous, or unkindly mixt,
+Dissolvd on earth, fleet hither, and in vain,
+Till final dissolution, wander here,
+Not in the neighbouring Moon, as some have dreamd;
+Those argent Fields more likely habitants,
+Translated Saints, or middle Spirits hold
+Betwixt th' Angelical and Human kinde:
+Hither of ill-joynd Sons and Daughters born
+First from the ancient World those Giants came
+With many a vain exploit, though then renownd:
+The builders next of \textit{Babel} on the Plain
+Of \textit{Sennaar}, and still with vain designe
+New \textit{Babels}, had they wherewithall, would build:
+Others came single; hee who to be deemd
+A God, leap'd fondly into \textit{Aetna} flames,
+\textit{Empedocles}, and hee who to enjoy
+\textit{Plato}'s \textit{Elysium}, leap'd into the Sea,
+\textit{Cleombrotus}, and many more too long,
+Embryo's and Idiots, Eremits and Friers
+White, Black and Grey, with all their trumperie.
+Here Pilgrims roam, that stray'd so farr to seek
+In \textit{Golgotha} him dead, who lives in Heav'n;
+And they who to be sure of Paradise
+Dying put on the weeds of \textit{Dominic},
+Or in \textit{Franciscan} think to pass disguis'd;
+They pass the Planets seven, and pass the fixt,
+And that Crystalline Sphear whose ballance weighs
+The Trepidation talkt, and that first mov'd;
+And now Saint \textit{Peter} at Heav'ns Wicket seems
+To wait them with his Keys, and now at foot
+Of Heav'ns ascent they lift their Feet, when loe
+A violent cross wind from either Coast
+Blows them transverse ten thousand Leagues awry
+Into the devious Air; then might ye see
+Cowles, Hoods and Habits with their wearers tost
+And flutterd into Raggs, then Reliques, Beads,
+Indulgences, Dispenses, Pardons, Bulls,
+The sport of Winds: all these upwhirld aloft
+Fly o're the backside of the World farr off
+Into a \textit{Limbo} large and broad, since calld
+The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown
+Long after, now unpeopl'd, and untrod;
+All this dark Globe the Fiend found as he pass'd,
+And long he wanderd, till at last a gleame
+Of dawning light turnd thither-ward in haste
+His travell'd steps; farr distant hee descries
+Ascending by degrees magnificent
+Up to the wall of Heaven a Structure high,
+At top whereof, but farr more rich appeerd
+The work as of a Kingly Palace Gate
+With Frontispice of Diamond and Gold
+Imbellisht, thick with sparkling orient Gemmes
+The Portal shon, inimitable on Earth
+By Model, or by shading Pencil drawn.
+The Stairs were such as whereon \textit{Jacob} saw
+Angels ascending and descending, bands
+Of Guardians bright, when he from \textit{Esau} fled
+To \textit{Padan}-\textit{Aram} in the field of \textit{Luz},
+Dreaming by night under the open Skie,
+And waking cri'd, This is the Gate of Heav'n.
+Each Stair mysteriously was meant, nor stood
+There alwaies, but drawn up to Heav'n somtimes
+Viewless, and underneath a bright Sea flow'd
+Of Jasper, or of liquid Pearle, whereon
+Who after came from Earth, sayling arriv'd,
+Wafted by Angels, or flew o're the Lake
+Rapt in a Chariot drawn by fiery Steeds.
+The Stairs were then let down, whether to dare
+The Fiend by easie ascent, or aggravate
+His sad exclusion from the dores of Bliss.
+Direct against which op'nd from beneath,
+Just o're the blissful seat of Paradise,
+A passage down to th' Earth, a passage wide,
+Wider by farr then that of after-times
+Over Mount \textit{Sion}, and, though that were large,
+Over the \textit{Promis}'D \textit{Land} to God so dear,
+By which, to visit oft those happy Tribes,
+On high behests his Angels to and fro
+Pass'd frequent, and his eye with choice regard
+From \textit{Paneas} the fount of \textit{Jordans} flood
+To \textit{Beersaba}, where the \textit{Holy} \textit{Land}
+Borders on \textit{Aegypt} and the \textit{Arabian} shoare;
+So wide the op'ning seemd, where bounds were set
+To darkness, such as bound the Ocean wave.
+\textit{Satan} from hence now on the lower stair
+That scal'd by steps of Gold to Heav'n Gate
+Looks down with wonder at the sudden view
+Of all this World at once. As when a Scout
+Through dark and desart wayes with peril gone
+All night; at last by break of chearful dawne
+Obtains the brow of some high-climbing Hill,
+Which to his eye discovers unaware
+The goodly prospect of some forein land
+First-seen, or some renownd Metropolis
+With glistering Spires and Pinnacles adornd,
+Which now the Rising Sun guilds with his beams.
+Such wonder seis'd, though after Heaven seen,
+The Spirit maligne, but much more envy seis'd
+At sight of all this World beheld so faire.
+Round he surveys, and well might, where he stood
+So high above the circling Canopie
+Of Nights extended shade; from Eastern Point
+Of \textit{Libra} to the fleecie Starr that bears
+\textit{Andromeda} farr off \textit{Atlantick} Seas
+Beyond th' \textit{Horizon}; then from Pole to Pole
+He views in bredth, and without longer pause
+Down right into the Worlds first Region throws
+His flight precipitant, and windes with ease
+Through the pure marble Air his oblique way
+Amongst innumerable Starrs, that shon
+Stars distant, but nigh hand seemd other Worlds,
+Or other Worlds they seemd, or happy Iles,
+Like those \textit{Hesperian} Gardens fam'd of old,
+Fortunate Fields, and Groves and flourie Vales,
+Thrice happy Iles, but who dwelt happy there
+He stayd not to enquire: above them all
+The golden Sun in splendor likest Heaven
+Allur'd his eye: Thither his course he bends
+Through the calm Firmament; but up or downe
+By center, or eccentric, hard to tell,
+Or Longitude, where the great Luminarie
+Alooff the vulgar Constellations thick,
+That from his Lordly eye keep distance due,
+Dispenses Light from farr; they as they move
+Their Sarry dance in numbers that compute
+Days, months, and years, towards his all-chearing Lamp
+Turn swift their various motions, or are turnd
+By his Magnetic beam, that gently warms
+The Univers, and to each inward part
+With gentle penetration, though unseen,
+Shoots invisible vertue even to the deep:
+So wondrously was set his Station bright.
+There lands the Fiend, a spot like which perhaps
+Astronomer in the Sun's lucent Orbe
+Through his glaz'd Optic Tube yet never saw.
+The place he found beyond expression bright,
+Compar'd with aught on Earth, Medal or Stone;
+Not all parts like, but all alike informd
+Which radiant light, as glowing Iron with fire;
+If mettal, part seemd Gold, part Silver cleer;
+If stone, Carbuncle most or Chrysolite,
+Rubie or Topaz, to the Twelve that shon
+In \textit{Aarons} Brest-plate, and a stone besides
+Imagind rather oft then elsewhere seen,
+That stone, or like to that which here below
+Philosophers in vain so long have sought,
+In vain, though by their powerful Art they binde
+Volatil \textit{Hermes}, and call up unbound
+In various shapes old \textit{Proteus} from the Sea,
+Draind through a Limbec to his Native forme.
+What wonder then if fields and regions here
+Breathe forth \textit{Elixir} pure, and Rivers run
+Potable Gold, when with one vertuous touch
+Th' Arch-chimic Sun so farr from us remote
+Produces with Terrestrial Humor mixt
+Here in the dark so many precious things
+Of colour glorious and effect so rare?
+Here matter new to gaze the Devil met
+Undazl'd, farr and wide his eye commands,
+For sight no obstacle found here, nor shade,
+But all Sun-shine, as when his Beams at Noon
+Culminate from th' \textit{Aequator}, as they now
+Shot upward still direct, whence no way round
+Shadow from body opaque can fall, and the Aire,
+No where so cleer, sharp'nd his visual ray
+To objects distant farr, whereby he soon
+Saw within kenn a glorious Angel stand,
+The same whom \textit{John} saw also in the Sun:
+His back was turnd, but not his brightness hid;
+Of beaming sunnie Raies, a golden tiar
+Circl'd his Head, nor less his Locks behind
+Illustrious on his Shoulders fledge with wings
+Lay waving round; on som great charge imploy'd
+Hee seemd, or fixt in cogitation deep.
+Glad was the Spirit impure as now in hope
+To find who might direct his wandring flight
+To Paradise the happie seat of Man,
+His journies end and our beginning woe.
+But first he casts to change his proper shape,
+Which else might work him danger or delay:
+And now a stripling Cherube he appeers,
+Not of the prime, yet such as in his face
+Youth smil'd Celestial, and to every Limb
+Sutable grace diffus'd, so well he feignd;
+Under a Coronet his flowing haire
+In curles on either cheek plaid, wings he wore
+Of many a colourd plume sprinkl'd with Gold,
+His habit fit for speed succinct, and held
+Before his decent steps a Silver wand.
+He drew not nigh unheard, the Angel bright,
+Ere he drew nigh, his radiant visage turnd,
+Admonisht by his eare, and strait was known
+Th' Arch-Angel \textit{Uriel}, one of the seav'n
+Who in Gods presence, neerest to his Throne
+Stand ready at command, and are his Eyes
+That run through all the Heav'ns, or down to th' Earth
+Bear his swift errands over moist and dry,
+O're Sea and Land: him \textit{Satan} thus accostes;
+\quad \textit{Uriel}, for thou of those seav'n Spirits that stand
+In sight of God's high Throne, gloriously bright,
+The first art wont his great authentic will
+Interpreter through highest Heav'n to bring,
+Where all his Sons thy Embassie attend;
+And here art likeliest by supream decree
+Like honour to obtain, and as his Eye
+To visit oft this new Creation round;
+Unspeakable desire to see, and know
+All these his wondrous works, but chiefly Man,
+His chief delight and favour, him for whom
+All these his works so wondrous he ordaind,
+Hath brought me from the Quires of Cherubim
+Alone thus wandring. Brightest Seraph tell
+In which of all these shining Orbes hath Man
+His fixed seat, or fixed seat hath none,
+But all these shining Orbes his choice to dwell;
+That I may find him, and with secret gaze,
+Or open admiration him behold
+On whom the great Creator hath bestowd
+Worlds, and on whom hath all these graces powrd;
+That both in him and all things, as is meet,
+The Universal Maker we may praise;
+Who justly hath drivn out his Rebell Foes
+To deepest Hell, and to repair that loss
+Created this new happie Race of Men
+To serve him better: wise are all his wayes.
+\quad So spake the false dissembler unperceivd;
+For neither Man nor Angel can discern
+Hypocrisie, the only evil that walks
+Invisible, except to God alone,
+By his permissive will, through Heav'n and Earth:
+And oft though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps
+At wisdoms Gate, and to simplicitie
+Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill
+Where no ill seems: Which now for once beguil'd
+\textit{Uriel}, though Regent of the Sun, and held
+The sharpest sighted Spirit of all in Heav'n;
+Who to the fraudulent Impostor foule
+In his uprightness answer thus returnd.
+Faire Angel, thy desire which tends to know
+The works of God, thereby to glorifie
+The great Work-Maister, leads to no excess
+That reaches blame, but rather merits praise
+The more it seems excess, that led thee hither
+From thy Empyreal Mansion thus alone,
+To witness with thine eyes what some perhaps
+Contented with report heare onely in heav'n:
+For wonderful indeed are all his works,
+Pleasant to know, and worthiest to be all
+Had in remembrance alwayes with delight;
+But what created mind can comprehend
+Their number, or the wisdom infinite
+That brought them forth, but hid their causes deep.
+I saw when at his Word the formless Mass,
+This worlds material mould, came to a heap:
+Confusion heard his voice, and wilde uproar
+Stood rul'd, stood vast infinitude confin'd;
+Till at his second bidding darkness fled,
+Light shon, and order from disorder sprung:
+Swift to their several Quarters hasted then
+The cumbrous Elements, Earth, Flood, Aire, Fire,
+And this Ethereal quintessence of Heav'n
+Flew upward, spirited with various forms,
+That rowld orbicular, and turnd to Starrs
+Numberless, as thou seest, and how they move;
+Each had his place appointed, each his course,
+The rest in circuit walles this Universe.
+Look downward on that Globe whose hither side
+With light from hence, though but reflected, shines;
+That place is Earth the seat of Man, that light
+His day, which else as th' other Hemisphere
+Night would invade, but there the neighbouring Moon
+(So call that opposite fair Starr) her aide
+Timely interposes, and her monthly round
+Still ending, still renewing, through mid Heav'n;
+With borrowd light her countenance triform
+Hence fills and empties to enlighten th' Earth,
+And in her pale dominion checks the night.
+That spot to which I point is \textit{Paradise},
+\textit{Adams} abode, those loftie shades his Bowre.
+Thy way thou canst not miss, me mine requires.
+\quad Thus said, he turnd, and \textit{Satan} bowing low,
+As to superior Spirits is wont in Heaven,
+Where honour due and reverence none neglects,
+Took leave, and toward the coast of Earth beneath,
+Down from th' Ecliptic, sped with hop'd success,
+Throws his steep flight with many an Aerie wheele,
+Nor staid, till on \textit{Niphates} top he lights.
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+O For that warning voice, which he who saw
+Th' \textit{Apocalyps}, heard cry in Heaven aloud,
+Then when the Dragon, put to second rout,
+Came furious down to be reveng'd on men,
+\textit{Wo} \textit{To} \textit{The} \textit{Inhabitants} \textit{On} \textit{Earth}! that now,
+While time was, our first Parents had bin warnd
+The coming of their secret foe, and scap'd
+Haply so scap'd his mortal snare; for now
+\textit{Satan}, now first inflam'd with rage, came down,
+The Tempter ere th' Accuser of man-kind,
+To wreck on innocent frail man his loss
+Of that first Battel, and his flight to Hell:
+Yet not rejoycing in his speed, though bold,
+Far off and fearless, nor with cause to boast,
+Begins his dire attempt, which nigh the birth
+Now rowling, boiles in his tumultuous brest,
+And like a devillish Engine back recoiles
+Upon himself; horror and doubt distract
+His troubl'd thoughts, and from the bottom stirr
+The Hell within him, for within him Hell
+He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell
+One step no more then from himself can fly
+By change of place: Now conscience wakes despair
+That slumberd, wakes the bitter memorie
+Of what he was, what is, and what must be
+Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.
+Sometimes towards \textit{Eden} which now in his view
+Lay pleasant, his grievd look he fixes sad,
+Sometimes towards Heav'n and the full-blazing Sun,
+Which now sat high in his Meridian Towre:
+Then much revolving, thus in sighs began.
+\quad O thou that with surpassing Glory crownd,
+Look'st from thy sole Dominion like the God
+Of this new World; at whose sight all the Starrs
+Hide their diminisht heads; to thee I call,
+But with no friendly voice, and add thy name
+O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams
+That bring to my remembrance from what state
+I fell, how glorious once above thy Spheare;
+Till Pride and worse Ambition threw me down
+Warring in Heav'n against Heav'ns matchless King:
+Ah wherefore! he deservd no such return
+From me, whom he created what I was
+In that bright eminence, and with his good
+Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
+What could be less then to afford him praise,
+The easiest recompence, and pay him thanks,
+How due! yet all his good prov'd ill in me,
+And wrought but malice; lifted up so high
+I sdeind subjection, and thought one step higher
+Would set me highest, and in a moment quit
+The debt immense of endless gratitude,
+So burthensome, still paying, still to ow;
+Forgetful what from him I still receivd,
+And understood not that a grateful mind
+By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
+Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?
+O had his powerful Destiny ordaind
+Me some inferiour Angel, I had stood
+Then happie; no unbounded hope had rais'd
+Ambition. Yet why not? som other Power
+As great might have aspir'd, and me though mean
+Drawn to his part; but other Powers as great
+Fell not, but stand unshak'n, from within
+Or from without, to all temptations arm'd.
+Hadst thou the same free Will and Power to stand?
+Thou hadst: whom hast thou then or what to accuse,
+But Heav'ns free Love dealt equally to all?
+Be then his Love accurst, since love or hate,
+To me alike, it deals eternal woe.
+Nay curs'd be thou; since against his thy will
+Chose freely what it now so justly rues.
+Me miserable! which way shall I flie
+Infinite wrauth, and infinite despaire?
+Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell;
+And in the lowest deep a lower deep
+Still threatning to devour me opens wide,
+To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n.
+O then at last relent: is there no place
+Left for Repentance, none for Pardon left?
+None left but by submission; and that word
+\textit{Disdain} forbids me, and my dread of shame
+Among the spirits beneath, whom I seduc'd
+With other promises and other vaunts
+Then to submit, boasting I could subdue
+Th' Omnipotent. Ay me, they little know
+How dearly I abide that boast so vaine,
+Under what torments inwardly I groane;
+While they adore me on the Throne of Hell,
+With Diadem and Scepter high advanc'd
+The lower still I fall, onely Supream
+In miserie; such joy Ambition findes.
+But say I could repent and could obtaine
+By Act of Grace my former state; how soon
+Would highth recal high thoughts, how soon unsay
+What feign'd submission swore: ease would recant
+Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
+For never can true reconcilement grow
+Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc'd so deep:
+Which would but lead me to a worse relapse
+And heavier fall: so should I purchase deare
+Short intermission bought with double smart.
+This knows my punisher; therefore as farr
+From granting hee, as I from begging peace:
+All hope excluded thus, behold in stead
+Of us out-cast, exil'd, his new delight,
+Mankind created, and for him this World.
+So farwel Hope, and with Hope farwel Fear,
+Farwel Remorse: all Good to me is lost;
+Evil be thou my Good; by thee at least
+Divided Empire with Heav'ns King I hold
+By thee, and more then half perhaps will reigne;
+As Man ere long, and this new World shall know.
+\quad Thus while he spake, each passion dimm'd his face
+Thrice chang'd with pale, ire, envie and despair,
+Which marrd his borrow'd visage, and betraid
+Him counterfet, if any eye beheld.
+For heav'nly mindes from such distempers foule
+Are ever cleer. Whereof hee soon aware,
+Each perturbation smooth'd with outward calme,
+Artificer of fraud; and was the first
+That practisd falshood under saintly shew,
+Deep malice to conceale, couch't with revenge:
+Yet not anough had practisd to deceive
+\textit{Uriel} once warnd; whose eye pursu'd him down
+The way he went, and on th' \textit{Assyrian} mount
+Saw him disfigur'd, more then could befall
+Spirit of happie sort: his gestures fierce
+He markd and mad demeanour, then alone,
+As he suppos'd, all unobserv'd, unseen.
+So on he fares, and to the border comes
+Of \textit{Eden}, where delicious Paradise,
+Now nearer, Crowns with her enclosure green,
+As with a rural mound the champain head
+Of a steep wilderness, whose hairie sides
+With thicket overgrown, grottesque and wilde,
+Access deni'd; and over head up grew
+Insuperable highth of loftiest shade,
+Cedar, and Pine, and Firr, and branching Palm,
+A Silvan Scene, and as the ranks ascend
+Shade above shade, a woodie Theatre
+Of stateliest view. Yet higher then their tops
+The verdurous wall of Paradise up sprung:
+Which to our general Sire gave prospect large
+Into his neather Empire neighbouring round.
+And higher then that Wall a circling row
+Of goodliest Trees loaden with fairest Fruit,
+Blossoms and Fruits at once of golden hue
+Appeerd, with gay enameld colours mixt:
+On which the Sun more glad impress'd his beams
+Then in fair Evening Cloud, or humid Bow,
+When God hath showrd the earth; so lovely seemd
+That Lantskip: And of pure now purer aire
+Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires
+Vernal delight and joy, able to drive
+All sadness but despair: now gentle gales
+Fanning their odoriferous wings dispense
+Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole
+Those balmie spoiles. As when to them who saile
+Beyond the \textit{Cape} \textit{Of} \textit{Hope}, and now are past
+\textit{Mozambic}, off at Sea North-East windes blow
+\textit{Sabean} Odours from the spicie shoare
+Of \textit{Arabie} the blest, with such delay
+Well pleas'd they slack their course, and many a League
+Cheard with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles.
+So entertaind those odorous sweets the Fiend
+Who came their bane, though with them better pleas'd
+Then \textit{Asmodeus} with the fishie fume,
+That drove him, though enamourd, from the Spouse
+Of \textit{Tobits} Son, and with a vengeance sent
+From \textit{Media} post to \textit{Aegypt}, there fast bound.
+\quad Now to th' ascent of that steep savage Hill
+\textit{Satan} had journied on, pensive and slow;
+But further way found none, so thick entwin'd,
+As one continu'd brake, the undergrowth
+Of shrubs and tangling bushes had perplext
+All path of Man or Beast that past that way:
+One Gate there onely was, and that look'd East
+On th' other side: which when th' arch-fellon saw
+Due entrance he disdaind, and in contempt,
+At one slight bound high overleap'd all bound
+Of Hill or highest Wall, and sheer within
+Lights on his feet. As when a prowling Wolfe,
+Whom hunger drives to seek new haunt for prey,
+Watching where Shepherds pen their Flocks at eeve
+In hurdl'd Cotes amid the field secure,
+Leaps o're the fence with ease into the Fould:
+Or as a Thief bent to unhoord the cash
+Of some rich Burgher, whose substantial dores,
+Cross-barrd and bolted fast, fear no assault,
+In at the window climbes, or o're the tiles;
+So clomb this first grand Thief into Gods Fould:
+So since into his Church lewd Hirelings climbe.
+Thence up he flew, and on the Tree of Life,
+The middle Tree and highest there that grew,
+Sat like a Cormorant; yet not true Life
+Thereby regaind, but sat devising Death
+To them who liv'd; nor on the vertue thought
+Of that life-giving Plant, but only us'd
+For prospect, what well us'd had bin the pledge
+Of immortalitie. So little knows
+Any, but God alone, to value right
+The good before him, but perverts best things
+To worst abuse, or to their meanest use.
+Beneath him with new wonder now he views
+To all delight of human sense expos'd
+In narrow room Natures whole wealth, yea more,
+A Heaven on Earth, for blissful Paradise
+Of God the Garden was, by him in the East
+Of \textit{Eden} planted; \textit{Eden} stretchd her Line
+From \textit{Auran} Eastward to the Royal Towrs
+Of great \textit{Seleucia}, built by \textit{Grecian} Kings,
+Or where the Sons of \textit{Eden} long before
+Dwelt in \textit{Telassar}: in this pleasant soile
+His farr more pleasant Garden God ordaind;
+Out of the fertil ground he caus'd to grow
+All Trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste;
+And all amid them stood the Tree of Life,
+High eminent, blooming Ambrosial Fruit
+Of vegetable Gold; and next to Life
+Our Death the Tree of Knowledge grew fast by,
+Knowledge of Good bought dear by knowing ill.
+Southward through \textit{Eden} went a River large,
+Nor chang'd his course, but through the shaggie hill
+Pass'd underneath ingulft, for God had thrown
+That Mountain as his Garden mould high rais'd
+Upon the rapid current, which through veins
+Of porous Earth with kindly theirst up drawn,
+Rose a fresh Fountain, and with many a rill
+Waterd the Garden; thence united fell
+Down the steep glade, and met the neather Flood,
+Which from his darksom passage now appeers,
+And now divided into four main Streams,
+Runs divers, wandring many a famous Realme
+And Country whereof here needs no account,
+But rather to tell how, if Art could tell,
+How from that Saphire Fount the crisped Brooks,
+Rowling on Orient Pearl and sands of Gold,
+With mazie error under pendant shades
+Ran Nectar, visiting each plant, and fed
+Flours worthy of Paradise which not nice Art
+In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon
+Powrd forth profuse on Hill and Dale and Plaine,
+Both where the morning Sun first warmly smote
+The open field, and where the unpierc't shade
+Imbround the noontide Bowrs: Thus was this place,
+A happy rural seat of various view;
+Groves whose rich Trees wept odorous Gumms and Balme,
+Others whose fruit burnisht with Golden Rinde
+Hung amiable, \textit{Hesperian} Fables true,
+If true, here onely, and of delicious taste:
+Betwixt them Lawns, or level Downs, and Flocks
+Grasing the tender herb, were interpos'd,
+Or palmie hilloc, or the flourie lap
+Of som irriguous Valley spread her store,
+Flours of all hue, and without Thorn the Rose:
+Another side, umbrageous Grots and Caves
+Of coole recess, o're which the mantling Vine
+Layes forth her purple Grape, and gently creeps
+Luxuriant; mean while murmuring waters fall
+Down the slope hills, disperst, or in a Lake,
+That to the fringed Bank with Myrtle crownd,
+Her chrystall mirror holds, unite their streams.
+The Birds their quire apply; aires, vernal aires,
+Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune
+The trembling leaves, while Universal \textit{Pan}
+Knit with the \textit{Graces} and the \textit{Hours} in dance
+Led on th' Eternal Spring. Not that faire field
+Of \textit{Enna}, where \textit{Proserpin} gathring flours
+Her self a fairer Floure by gloomie \textit{Dis}
+Was gatherd, which cost \textit{Ceres} all that pain
+To seek her through the world; nor that sweet Grove
+Of \textit{Daphne} by \textit{Orontes}, and th' inspir'd
+\textit{Castalian} Spring might with this Paradise
+Of \textit{Eden} strive; nor that \textit{Nyseian} Ile
+Girt with the River \textit{Triton}, where old \textit{Cham},
+Whom Gentiles \textit{Ammon} call and \textit{Libyan} \textit{Jove},
+Hid \textit{Amalthea} and her Florid Son
+Young \textit{Bacchus} from his Stepdame \textit{Rhea}'s eye;
+Nor where \textit{Abassin} Kings their issue Guard,
+Mount \textit{Amara}, though this by som suppos'd
+True Paradise under the \textit{Ethiop} Line
+By \textit{Nilus} head, enclos'd with shining Rock,
+A whole dayes journey high, but wide remote
+From this \textit{Assyrian} Garden, where the Fiend
+Saw undelighted all delight, all kind
+Of living Creatures new to sight and strange:
+Two of far nobler shape erect and tall,
+Godlike erect, with native Honour clad
+In naked Majestie seemd Lords of all,
+And worthie seemd, for in their looks Divine
+The image of their glorious Maker shon,
+Truth, Wisdome, Sanctitude severe and pure,
+Severe, but in true filial freedom plac't;
+Whence true autoritie in men; though both
+Not equal, as their sex not equal seemd;
+For contemplation hee and valour formd,
+For softness shee and sweet attractive Grace,
+Hee for God only, shee for God in him:
+His fair large Front and Eye sublime declar'd
+Absolute rule; and Hyacinthin Locks
+Round from his parted forelock manly hung
+Clustring, but not beneath his shoulders broad:
+Shee as a vail down to the slender waste
+Her unadorned golden tresses wore
+Dissheveld, but in wanton ringlets wav'd
+As the Vine curles her tendrils, which impli'd
+Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway,
+And by her yeilded, by him best receivd,
+Yeilded with coy submission, modest pride,
+And sweet reluctant amorous delay.
+Nor those mysterious parts were then conceald,
+Then was not guiltie shame, dishonest shame
+Of natures works, honor dishonorable,
+Sin-bred, how have ye troubl'd all mankind
+With shews instead, meer shews of seeming pure,
+And banisht from mans life his happiest life,
+Simplicitie and spotless innocence.
+So passd they naked on, nor shund the sight
+Of God or Angel, for they thought no ill:
+So hand in hand they passd, the lovliest pair
+That ever since in loves imbraces met,
+\textit{Adam} the goodliest man of men since borne
+His Sons, the fairest of her Daughters \textit{Eve}.
+Under a tuft of shade that on a green
+Stood whispering soft, by a fresh Fountain side
+They sat them down, and after no more toil
+Of their sweet Gardning labour then suffic'd
+To recommend coole \textit{Zephyr}, and made ease
+More easie, wholsom theirst and appetite
+More grateful, to their Supper Fruits they fell,
+Nectarine Fruits which the compliant boughes
+Yeilded them, side-long as they sat recline
+On the soft downie Bank damaskt with flours:
+The savourie pulp they chew, and in the rinde
+Still as they theirsted scoop the brimming stream;
+Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles
+Wanted, nor youthful dalliance as beseems
+Fair couple, linkt in happie nuptial League,
+Alone as they. About them frisking playd
+All Beasts of th' Earth, since wilde, and of all chase
+In Wood or Wilderness, Forrest or Den;
+Sporting the Lion rampd, and in his paw
+Dandl'd the Kid; Bears, Tygers, Ounces, Pards
+Gambold before them, th' unwieldy Elephant
+To make them mirth us'd all his might, and wreathd
+His Lithe Proboscis; close the Serpent sly
+Insinuating, wove with Gordian twine
+His breaded train, and of his fatal guile
+Gave proof unheeded; others on the grass
+Coucht, and now fild with pasture gazing sat,
+Or Bedward ruminating: for the Sun
+Declin'd was hasting now with prone carreer
+To th' Ocean Iles, and in th' ascending Scale
+Of Heav'n the Starrs that usher Evening rose:
+When \textit{Satan} still in gaze, as first he stood,
+Scarce thus at length faild speech recoverd sad.
+\quad O Hell! what doe mine eyes with grief behold,
+Into our room of bliss thus high advanc't
+Creatures of other mould, earth-born perhaps,
+Not Spirits, yet to heav'nly Spirits bright
+Little inferior; whom my thoughts pursue
+With wonder, and could love, so lively shines
+In them Divine resemblance, and such grace
+The hand that formd them on their shape hath pourd.
+Ah gentle pair, yee little think how nigh
+Your change approaches, when all these delights
+Will vanish and deliver ye to woe,
+More woe, the more your taste is now of joy;
+Happie, but for so happie ill secur'd
+Long to continue, and this high seat your Heav'n
+Ill fenc't for Heav'n to keep out such a foe
+As now is enterd; yet no purpos'd foe
+To you whom I could pittie thus forlorne
+Though I unpittied: League with you I seek,
+And mutual amitie so streight, so close,
+That I with you must dwell, or you with me
+Henceforth; my dwelling haply may not please
+Like this fair Paradise, your sense, yet such
+Accept your Makers work; he gave it me,
+Which I as freely give; Hell shall unfould,
+To entertain you two, her widest Gates,
+And send forth all her Kings; there will be room,
+Not like these narrow limits, to receive
+Your numerous ofspring; if no better place,
+Thank him who puts me loath to this revenge
+On you who wrong me not for him who wrongd.
+And should I at your harmless innocence
+Melt, as I doe, yet public reason just,
+Honour and Empire with revenge enlarg'd,
+By conquering this new World, compels me now
+To do what else though damnd I should abhorre.
+\quad So spake the Fiend, and with necessitie,
+The Tyrants plea, excus'd his devilish deeds.
+Then from his loftie stand on that high Tree
+Down he alights among the sportful Herd
+Of those fourfooted kindes, himself now one,
+Now other, as their shape servd best his end
+Neerer to view his prey, and unespi'd
+To mark what of their state he more might learn
+By word or action markt: about them round
+A Lion now he stalkes with fierie glare,
+Then as a Tiger, who by chance hath spi'd
+In some Purlieu two gentle Fawnes at play,
+Strait couches close, then rising changes oft
+His couchant watch, as one who chose his ground
+Whence rushing he might surest seise them both
+Grip't in each paw: when \textit{Adam} first of men
+To first of women \textit{Eve} thus moving speech,
+Turnd him all eare to heare new utterance flow.
+\quad Sole partner and sole part of all these joyes,
+Dearer thy self then all; needs must the Power
+That made us, and for us this ample World
+Be infinitly good, and of his good
+As liberal and free as infinite,
+That rais'd us from the dust and plac't us here
+In all this happiness, who at his hand
+Have nothing merited, nor can performe
+Aught whereof hee hath need, hee who requires
+From us no other service then to keep
+This one, this easie charge, of all the Trees
+In Paradise that beare delicious fruit
+So various, not to taste that onely Tree
+Of knowledge, planted by the Tree of Life,
+So neer grows Death to Life, what ere Death is,
+Som dreadful thing no doubt; for well thou knowst
+God hath pronounc't it death to taste that Tree,
+The only sign of our obedience left
+Among so many signes of power and rule
+Conferrd upon us, and Dominion giv'n
+Over all other Creatures that possesse
+Earth, Aire, and Sea. Then let us not think hard
+One easie prohibition, who enjoy
+Free leave so large to all things else, and choice
+Unlimited of manifold delights:
+But let us ever praise him, and extoll
+His bountie, following our delightful task
+To prune these growing Plants, and tend these Flours,
+Which were it toilsom, yet with thee were sweet.
+\quad To whom thus Eve repli'd. O thou for whom
+And from whom I was formd flesh of thy flesh,
+And without whom am to no end, my Guide
+And Head, what thou hast said is just and right.
+For wee to him indeed all praises owe,
+And daily thanks, I chiefly who enjoy
+So farr the happier Lot, enjoying thee
+Preeminent by so much odds, while thou
+Like consort to thy self canst no where find.
+That day I oft remember, when from sleep
+I first awak't, and found my self repos'd
+Under a shade on flours, much wondring where
+And what I was, whence thither brought, and how.
+Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound
+Of waters issu'd from a Cave and spread
+Into a liquid Plain, then stood unmov'd
+Pure as th' expanse of Heav'n; I thither went
+With unexperienc't thought, and laid me downe
+On the green bank, to look into the cleer
+Smooth Lake, that to me seemd another Skie.
+As I bent down to look, just opposite,
+A Shape within the watry gleam appeerd
+Bending to look on me, I started back,
+It started back, but pleasd I soon returnd,
+Pleas'd it returnd as soon with answering looks
+Of sympathie and love, there I had fixt
+Mine eyes till now, and pin'd with vain desire,
+Had not a voice thus warnd me, What thou seest,
+What there thou seest fair Creature is thy self,
+With thee it came and goes: but follow me,
+And I will bring thee where no shadow staies
+Thy coming, and thy soft imbraces, hee
+Whose image thou art, him thou shall enjoy
+Inseparablie thine, to him shalt beare
+Multitudes like thy self, and thence be call'd
+Mother of human Race: what could I doe,
+But follow strait, invisibly thus led?
+Till I espi'd thee, fair indeed and tall,
+Under a Platan, yet methought less faire,
+Less winning soft, less amiablie milde,
+Then that smooth watry image; back I turnd,
+Thou following cryd'st aloud, Return fair \textit{Eve},
+Whom fli'st thou? whom thou fli'st, of him thou art,
+His flesh, his bone; to give thee being I lent
+Out of my side to thee, neerest my heart
+Substantial Life, to have thee by my side
+Henceforth an individual solace dear;
+Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim
+My other half: with that thy gentle hand
+Seisd mine, I yeilded, and from that time see
+How beauty is excelld by manly grace
+And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.
+\quad So spake our general Mother, and with eyes
+Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd,
+And meek surrender, half imbracing leand
+On our first Father, half her swelling Breast
+Naked met his under the flowing Gold
+Of her loose tresses hid: he in delight
+Both of her Beauty and submissive Charms
+Smil'd with superior Love, as \textit{Jupiter}
+On \textit{Juno} smiles, when he impregns the Clouds
+That shed \textit{May} Flowers; and press'd her Matron lip
+With kisses pure: aside the Devil turnd
+For envie, yet with jealous leer maligne
+Ey'd them askance, and to himself thus plaind.
+\quad Sight hateful, sight tormenting! thus these two
+Imparadis't in one anothers arms
+The happier \textit{Eden}, shall enjoy their fill
+Of bliss on bliss, while I to Hell am thrust,
+Where neither joy nor love, but fierce desire,
+Among our other torments not the least,
+Still unfulfill'd with pain of longing pines;
+Yet let me not forget what I have gain'd
+From their own mouths; all is not theirs it seems:
+One fatal Tree there stands of Knowledge call'd,
+Forbidden them to taste: Knowledge forbidd'n?
+Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord
+Envie them that? can it be sin to know,
+Can it be death? and do they onely stand
+By Ignorance, is that their happie state,
+The proof of their obedience and their faith?
+O fair foundation laid whereon to build
+Their ruine! Hence I will excite their minds
+With more desire to know, and to reject
+Envious commands, invented with designe
+To keep them low whom knowledge might exalt
+Equal with Gods; aspiring to be such,
+They taste and die: what likelier can ensue?
+But first with narrow search I must walk round
+This Garden, and no corner leave unspi'd;
+A chance but chance may lead where I may meet
+Some wandring Spirit of Heav'n, by Fountain side,
+Or in thick shade retir'd, from him to draw
+What further would be learnt. Live while ye may,
+Yet happie pair; enjoy, till I return,
+Short pleasures, for long woes are to succeed.
+\quad So saying, his proud step he scornful turn'd,
+But with sly circumspection, and began
+Through wood, through waste, o're hil, o're dale his roam.
+Mean while in utmost Longitude, where Heav'n
+With Earth and Ocean meets, the setting Sun
+Slowly descended, and with right aspect
+Against the eastern Gate of Paradise
+Leveld his eevning Rayes: it was a Rock
+Of Alablaster, pil'd up to the Clouds,
+Conspicuous farr, winding with one ascent
+Accessible from Earth, one entrance high;
+The rest was craggie cliff, that overhung
+Still as it rose, impossible to climbe.
+Betwixt these rockie Pillars \textit{Gabriel} sat
+Chief of th' Angelic Guards, awaiting night;
+About him exercis'd Heroic Games
+Th' unarmed Youth of Heav'n, but nigh at hand
+Celestial Armourie, Shields, Helmes, and Speares
+Hung high with Diamond flaming, and with Gold.
+Thither came \textit{Uriel}, gliding through the Eeven
+On a Sun beam, swift as a shooting Starr
+In \textit{Autumn} thwarts the night, when vapors fir'd
+Impress the Air, and shews the Mariner
+From what point of his Compass to beware
+Impetuous winds: he thus began in haste.
+\quad \textit{Gabriel}, to thee thy cours by Lot hath giv'n
+Charge and strict watch that to this happie place
+No evil thing approach or enter in;
+This day at highth of Noon came to my Spheare
+A Spirit, zealous, as he seem'd, to know
+More of th' Almighties works, and chiefly Man
+Gods latest Image: I describ'd his way
+Bent all on speed, and markt his Aerie Gate;
+But in the Mount that lies from \textit{Eden} North,
+Where he first lighted, soon discernd his looks
+Alien from Heav'n, with passions foul obscur'd:
+Mine eye pursu'd him still, but under shade
+Lost sight of him; one of the banisht crew
+I fear, hath ventur'd from the deep, to raise
+New troubles; him thy care must be to find.
+\quad To whom the winged Warriour thus returnd:
+\textit{Uriel}, no wonder if thy perfet sight,
+Amid the Suns bright circle where thou sitst,
+See farr and wide: in at this Gate none pass
+The vigilance here plac't, but such as come
+Well known from Heav'n; and since Meridian hour
+No Creature thence: if Spirit of other sort,
+So minded, have oreleapt these earthie bounds
+On purpose, hard thou knowst it to exclude
+Spiritual substance with corporeal barr.
+But if within the circuit of these walks
+In whatsoever shape he lurk, of whom
+Thou telst, by morrow dawning I shall know.
+\quad So promis'd hee, and \textit{Uriel} to his charge
+Returnd on that bright beam, whose point now raisd
+Bore him slope downward to the Sun now fall'n
+Beneath th' \textit{Azores}; whither the prime Orb,
+Incredible how swift, had thither rowl'd
+Diurnal, or this less volubil Earth
+By shorter flight to th' East, had left him there
+Arraying with reflected Purple and Gold
+The Clouds that on his Western Throne attend:
+Now came still Eevning on, and Twilight gray
+Had in her sober Liverie all things clad;
+Silence accompanied, for Beast and Bird,
+They to their grassie Couch, these to their Nests
+Were slunk, all but the wakeful Nightingale;
+She all night long her amorous descant sung;
+Silence was pleas'd: now glow'd the Firmament
+With living Saphirs: \textit{Hesperus} that led
+The starrie Host, rode brightest, till the Moon
+Rising in clouded Majestie, at length
+Apparent Queen unvaild her peerless light,
+And o're the dark her Silver Mantle threw.
+\quad When \textit{Adam} thus to \textit{Eve}: Fair Consort, th' hour
+Of night, and all things now retir'd to rest
+Mind us of like repose, since God hath set
+Labour and rest, as day and night to men
+Successive, and the timely dew of sleep
+Now falling with soft slumbrous weight inclines
+Our eye-lids; other Creatures all day long
+Rove idle unimploid, and less need rest;
+Man hath his daily work of body or mind
+Appointed, which declares his Dignitie,
+And the regard of Heav'n on all his waies;
+While other Animals unactive range,
+And of their doings God takes no account.
+Tomorrow ere fresh Morning streak the East
+With first approach of light, we must be ris'n,
+And at our pleasant labour, to reform
+Yon flourie Arbors, yonder Allies green,
+Our walks at noon, with branches overgrown,
+That mock our scant manuring, and require
+More hands then ours to lop their wanton growth:
+Those Blossoms also, and those dropping Gumms,
+That lie bestrowne unsightly and unsmooth,
+Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease;
+Mean while, as Nature wills, Night bids us rest.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Eve} with perfet beauty adornd.
+My Author and Disposer, what thou bidst
+Unargu'd I obey; so God ordains,
+God is thy Law, thou mine: to know no more
+Is womans happiest knowledge and her praise.
+With thee conversing I forget all time,
+All seasons and their change, all please alike.
+Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
+With charm of earliest Birds; pleasant the Sun
+When first on this delightful Land he spreads
+His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flour,
+Glistring with dew; fragrant the fertil earth
+After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
+Of grateful Eevning milde, then silent Night
+With this her solemn Bird and this fair Moon,
+And these the Gemms of Heav'n, her starrie train:
+But neither breath of Morn when she ascends
+With charm of earliest Birds, nor rising Sun
+On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, floure,
+Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
+Nor grateful Evening mild, nor silent Night
+With this her solemn Bird, nor walk by Moon,
+Or glittering Starr-light without thee is sweet.
+But wherfore all night long shine these, for whom
+This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?
+\quad To whom our general Ancestor repli'd.
+Daughter of God and Man, accomplisht \textit{Eve},
+Those have their course to finish, round the Earth,
+By morrow Eevning, and from Land to Land
+In order, though to Nations yet unborn,
+Ministring light prepar'd, they set and rise;
+Least total darkness should by Night regaine
+Her old possession, and extinguish life
+In Nature and all things, which these soft fires
+Not only enlighten, but with kindly heate
+Of various influence foment and warme,
+Temper or nourish, or in part shed down
+Their stellar vertue on all kinds that grow
+On Earth, made hereby apter to receive
+Perfection from the Suns more potent Ray.
+These then, though unbeheld in deep of night,
+Shine not in vain, nor think, though men were none,
+That heav'n would want spectators, God want praise;
+Millions of spiritual Creatures walk the Earth
+Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep:
+All these with ceasless praise his works behold
+Both day and night: how often from the steep
+Of echoing Hill or Thicket have we heard
+Celestial voices to the midnight air,
+Sole, or responsive each to others note
+Singing their great Creator: oft in bands
+While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk
+With Heav'nly touch of instrumental sounds
+In full harmonic number joind, their songs
+Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven.
+\quad Thus talking hand in hand alone they pass'd
+On to their blissful Bower; it was a place
+Chos'n by the sovran Planter, when he fram'd
+All things to mans delightful use; the roofe
+Of thickest covert was inwoven shade
+Laurel and Mirtle, and what higher grew
+Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side
+\textit{Acanthus}, and each odorous bushie shrub
+Fenc'd up the verdant wall; each beauteous flour,
+\textit{Iris} all hues, Roses, and Gessamin
+Rear'd high their flourisht heads between, and wrought
+Mosaic; underfoot the Violet,
+Crocus, and Hyacinth with rich inlay
+Broiderd the ground, more colour'd then with stone
+Of costliest Emblem: other Creature here
+Beast, Bird, Insect, or Worm durst enter none;
+Such was their awe of man. In shadier Bower
+More sacred and sequesterd, though but feignd,
+\textit{Pan} or \textit{Silvanus} never slept, nor Nymph,
+Nor \textit{Faunus} haunted. Here in close recess
+With Flowers, Garlands, and sweet-smelling Herbs
+Espoused \textit{Eve} deckt first her Nuptial Bed,
+And heav'nly Quires the Hymenaean sung,
+What day the genial Angel to our Sire
+Brought her in naked beauty more adorn'd,
+More lovely then \textit{Pandora}, whom the Gods
+Endowd with all their gifts, and O too like
+In sad event, when to the unwiser Son
+Of \textit{Japhet} brought by \textit{Hermes}, she ensnar'd
+Mankind with her faire looks, to be aveng'd
+On him who had stole \textit{Joves} authentic fire.
+\quad Thus at their shadie Lodge arriv'd, both stood,
+Both turnd, and under op'n Skie ador'd
+The God that made both Skie, Air, Earth and Heav'n
+Which they beheld, the Moons resplendent Globe
+And starrie Pole: Thou also mad'st the Night,
+Maker Omnipotent, and thou the Day,
+Which we in our appointed work imployd
+Have finisht happie in our mutual help
+And mutual love, the Crown of all our bliss
+Ordain'd by thee, and this delicious place
+For us too large, where thy abundance wants
+Partakers, and uncropt falls to the ground.
+But thou hast promis'd from us two a Race
+To fill the Earth, who shall with us extoll
+Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake,
+And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep.
+\quad This said unanimous, and other Rites
+Observing none, but adoration pure
+Which God likes best, into their inmost bower
+Handed they went; and eas'd the putting off
+These troublesom disguises which wee wear,
+Strait side by side were laid, nor turnd I weene
+\textit{Adam} from his fair Spouse, nor \textit{Eve} the Rites
+Mysterious of connubial Love refus'd:
+Whatever Hypocrites austerely talk
+Of puritie and place and innocence,
+Defaming as impure what God declares
+Pure, and commands to som, leaves free to all.
+Our Maker bids increase, who bids abstain
+But our Destroyer, foe to God and Man?
+Haile wedded Love, mysterious Law, true source
+Of human ofspring, sole proprietie,
+In Paradise of all things common else.
+By thee adulterous lust was driv'n from men
+Among the bestial herds to raunge, by thee
+Founded in Reason, Loyal, Just, and Pure,
+Relations dear, and all the Charities
+Of Father, Son, and Brother first were known.
+Farr be it, that I should write thee sin or blame,
+Or think thee unbefitting holiest place,
+Perpetual Fountain of Domestic sweets,
+Whose Bed is undefil'd and chast pronounc't,
+Present, or past, as Saints and Patriarchs us'd.
+Here Love his golden shafts imploies, here lights
+His constant Lamp, and waves his purple wings,
+Reigns here and revels; not in the bought smile
+Of Harlots, loveless, joyless, unindeard,
+Casual fruition, nor in Court Amours
+Mixt Dance, or wanton Mask, or Midnight Bal,
+Or Serenate, which the starv'd Lover sings
+To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain.
+These lulld by Nightingales imbraceing slept,
+And on their naked limbs the flourie roof
+Showrd Roses, which the Morn repair'd. Sleep on,
+Blest pair; and O yet happiest if ye seek
+No happier state, and know to know no more.
+\quad Now had night measur'd with her shaddowie Cone
+Half way up Hill this vast Sublunar Vault,
+And from their Ivorie Port the Cherubim
+Forth issuing at th' accustomd hour stood armd
+To their night watches in warlike Parade,
+When \textit{Gabriel} to his next in power thus spake.
+\quad \textit{Uzziel}, half these draw off, and coast the South
+With strictest watch; these other wheel the North,
+Our circuit meets full West. As flame they part
+Half wheeling to the Shield, half to the Spear.
+From these, two strong and suttle Spirits he calld
+That neer him stood, and gave them thus in charge.
+\quad \textit{Ithuriel} and \textit{Zephon}, with wingd speed
+Search through this Garden, leav unsearcht no nook,
+But chiefly where those two fair Creatures Lodge,
+Now laid perhaps asleep secure of harme.
+This Eevning from the Sun's decline arriv'd
+Who tells of som infernal Spirit seen
+Hitherward bent (who could have thought?) escap'd
+The barrs of Hell, on errand bad no doubt:
+Such where ye find, seise fast, and hither bring.
+\quad So saying, on he led his radiant Files,
+Daz'ling the Moon; these to the Bower direct
+In search of whom they sought: him there they found
+Squat like a Toad, close at the eare of \textit{Eve};
+Assaying by his Devilish art to reach
+The Organs of her Fancie, and with them forge
+Illusions as he list, Phantasms and Dreams,
+Or if, inspiring venom, he might taint
+Th' animal Spirits that from pure blood arise
+Like gentle breaths from Rivers pure, thence raise
+At least distemperd, discontented thoughts,
+Vain hopes, vain aimes, inordinate desires
+Blown up with high conceits ingendring pride.
+Him thus intent \textit{Ithuriel} with his Spear
+Touch'd lightly; for no falshood can endure
+Touch of Celestial temper, but returns
+Of force to its own likeness: up he starts
+Discoverd and surpriz'd. As when a spark
+Lights on a heap of nitrous Powder, laid
+Fit for the Tun som Magazin to store
+Against a rumord Warr, the Smuttie graine
+With sudden blaze diffus'd, inflames the Aire:
+So started up in his own shape the Fiend.
+Back stept those two fair Angels half amaz'd
+So sudden to behold the grieslie King;
+Yet thus, unmovd with fear, accost him soon.
+\quad Which of those rebell Spirits adjudg'd to Hell
+Com'st thou, escap'd thy prison, and transform'd,
+Why satst thou like an enemie in waite
+Here watching at the head of these that sleep?
+\quad Know ye not then said \textit{Satan}, filld with scorn,
+Know ye not me? ye knew me once no mate
+For you, there sitting where ye durst not soare;
+Not to know mee argues your selves unknown,
+The lowest of your throng; or if ye know,
+Why ask ye, and superfluous begin
+Your message, like to end as much in vain?
+To whom thus \textit{Zephon}, answering scorn with scorn.
+Think not, revolted Spirit, thy shape the same,
+Or undiminisht brightness, to be known
+As when thou stoodst in Heav'n upright and pure;
+That Glorie then, when thou no more wast good,
+Departed from thee, and thou resembl'st now
+Thy sin and place of doom obscure and foule.
+But come, for thou, be sure, shalt give account
+To him who sent us, whose charge is to keep
+This place inviolable, and these from harm.
+\quad So spake the Cherube, and his grave rebuke
+Severe in youthful beautie, added grace
+Invincible: abasht the Devil stood,
+And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
+Vertue in her shape how lovly, saw, and pin'd
+His loss; but chiefly to find here observd
+His lustre visibly impar'd; yet seemd
+Undaunted. If I must contend, said he,
+Best with the best, the Sender not the sent,
+Or all at once; more glorie will be wonn,
+Or less be lost. Thy fear, said \textit{Zephon} bold,
+Will save us trial what the least can doe
+Single against thee wicked, and thence weak.
+\quad The Fiend repli'd not, overcome with rage;
+But like a proud Steed reind, went hautie on,
+Chaumping his iron curb: to strive or flie
+He held it vain; awe from above had quelld
+His heart, not else dismai'd. Now drew they nigh
+The western point, where those half-rounding guards
+Just met, and closing stood in squadron joind
+Awaiting next command. To whom their Chief
+\textit{Gabriel} from the Front thus calld aloud.
+\quad O friends, I hear the tread of nimble feet
+Hasting this way, and now by glimps discerne
+\textit{Ithuriel} and \textit{Zephon} through the shade,
+And with them comes a theird of Regal port,
+But faded splendor wan; who by his gate
+And fierce demeanour seems the Prince of Hell,
+Not likely to part hence without contest;
+Stand firm, for in his look defiance lours.
+\quad He scarce had ended, when those two approachd
+And brief related whom they brought, wher found,
+How busied, in what form and posture coucht.
+\quad To whom with stern regard thus \textit{Gabriel} spake.
+Why hast thou, \textit{Satan}, broke the bounds prescrib'd
+To thy transgressions, and disturbd the charge
+Of others, who approve not to transgress
+By thy example, but have power and right
+To question thy bold entrance on this place;
+Imploi'd it seems to violate sleep, and those
+Whose dwelling God hath planted here in bliss?
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Satan} with contemptuous brow.
+\textit{Gabriel}, thou hadst in Heav'n th' esteem of wise,
+And such I held thee; but this question askt
+Puts me in doubt. Lives ther who loves his pain?
+Who would not, finding way, break loose from Hell,
+Though thither doomd? Thou wouldst thy self, no doubt,
+And boldly venture to whatever place
+Farthest from pain, where thou mightst hope to change
+Torment with ease, and soonest recompence
+Dole with delight, which in this place I sought;
+To thee no reason; who knowst only good,
+But evil hast not tri'd: and wilt object
+His will who bound us? let him surer barr
+His Iron Gates, if he intends our stay
+In that dark durance: thus much what was askt.
+The rest is true, they found me where they say;
+But that implies not violence or harme.
+\quad Thus hee in scorn. The warlike Angel mov'd,
+Disdainfully half smiling thus repli'd.
+O loss of one in Heav'n to judge of wise,
+Since \textit{Satan} fell, whom follie overthrew,
+And now returns him from his prison scap't,
+Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wise
+Or not, who ask what boldness brought him hither
+Unlicenc't from his bounds in Hell prescrib'd;
+So wise he judges it to fly from pain
+However, and to scape his punishment.
+So judge thou still, presumptuous, till the wrauth,
+Which thou incurr'st by flying, meet thy flight
+Seavenfold, and scourge that wisdom back to Hell,
+Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain
+Can equal anger infinite provok't.
+But wherefore thou alone? wherefore with thee
+Came not all Hell broke loose? is pain to them
+Less pain, less to be fled, or thou then they
+Less hardie to endure? courageous Chief,
+The first in flight from pain, had'st thou alleg'd
+To thy deserted host this cause of flight,
+Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive.
+\quad To which the Fiend thus answerd frowning stern.
+Not that I less endure, or shrink from pain,
+Insulting Angel, well thou knowst I stood
+Thy fiercest, when in Battel to thy aide
+The blasting volied Thunder made all speed
+And seconded thy else not dreaded Spear.
+But still thy words at random, as before,
+Argue thy inexperience what behooves
+From hard assaies and ill successes past
+A faithful Leader, not to hazard all
+Through wayes of danger by himself untri'd.
+I therefore, I alone first undertook
+To wing the desolate Abyss, and spie
+This new created World, whereof in Hell
+Fame is not silent, here in hope to find
+Better abode, and my afflicted Powers
+To settle here on Earth, or in mid Aire;
+Though for possession put to try once more
+What thou and thy gay Legions dare against;
+Whose easier business were to serve their Lord
+High up in Heav'n, with songs to hymne his Throne,
+And practis'd distances to cringe, not fight.
+\quad To whom the warriour Angel soon repli'd.
+To say and strait unsay, pretending first
+Wise to flie pain, professing next the Spie,
+Argues no Leader, but a lyar trac't,
+\textit{Satan}, and couldst thou faithful add? O name,
+O sacred name of faithfulness profan'd!
+Faithful to whom? to thy rebellious crew?
+Armie of Fiends, fit body to fit head;
+Was this your discipline and faith ingag'd,
+Your military obedience, to dissolve
+Allegeance to th' acknowledg'd Power supream?
+And thou sly hypocrite, who now wouldst seem
+Patron of liberty, who more then thou
+Once fawn'd, and cring'd, and servilly ador'd
+Heav'ns awful Monarch? wherefore but in hope
+To dispossess him, and thy self to reigne?
+But mark what I arreede thee now, avant;
+Flie thither whence thou fledst: if from this houre
+Within these hallowd limits thou appeer,
+Back to th' infernal pit I drag thee chaind,
+And Seale thee so, as henceforth not to scorne
+The facil gates of hell too slightly barrd.
+\quad So threatn'd hee, but \textit{Satan} to no threats
+Gave heed, but waxing more in rage repli'd.
+\quad Then when I am thy captive talk of chaines,
+Proud limitarie Cherube, but ere then
+Farr heavier load thy self expect to feel
+From my prevailing arme, though Heavens King
+Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy Compeers,
+Us'd to the yoak, draw'st his triumphant wheels
+In progress through the rode of Heav'n Star-pav'd.
+\quad While thus he spake, th' Angelic Squadron bright
+Turnd fierie red, sharpning in mooned hornes
+Their Phalanx, and began to hemm him round
+With ported Spears, as thick as when a field
+Of \textit{Ceres} ripe for harvest waving bends
+Her bearded Grove of ears, which way the wind
+Swayes them; the careful Plowman doubting stands
+Least on the threshing floore his hopeful sheaves
+Prove chaff. On th' other side \textit{Satan} allarm'd
+Collecting all his might dilated stood,
+Like \textit{Teneriff} or \textit{Atlas} unremov'd:
+His stature reacht the Skie, and on his Crest
+Sat horror Plum'd; nor wanted in his graspe
+What seemd both Spear and Shield: now dreadful deeds
+Might have ensu'd, nor onely Paradise
+In this commotion, but the Starrie Cope
+Of Heav'n perhaps, or all the Elements
+At least had gon to rack, disturbd and torne
+With violence of this conflict, had not soon
+Th' Eternal to prevent such horrid fray
+Hung forth in Heav'n his golden Scales, yet seen
+Betwixt \textit{Astrea} and the \textit{Scorpion} signe,
+Wherein all things created first he weighd,
+The pendulous round Earth with ballanc't Aire
+In counterpoise, now ponders all events,
+Battels and Realms: in these he put two weights
+The sequel each of parting and of fight;
+The latter quick up flew, and kickt the beam;
+Which \textit{Gabriel} spying, thus bespake the Fiend.
+\quad \textit{Satan}, I know thy strength, and thou knowst mine,
+Neither our own but giv'n; what follie then
+To boast what Arms can doe, since thine no more
+Then Heav'n permits, nor mine, though doubld now
+To trample thee as mire: for proof look up,
+And read thy Lot in yon celestial Sign
+Where thou art weigh'd, and shown how light, how weak,
+If thou resist. The Fiend lookt up and knew
+His mounted scale aloft: nor more; but fled
+Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.
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+Now Morn her rosie steps in th' Eastern Clime
+Advancing, sow'd the Earth with Orient Pearle,
+When \textit{Adam} wak't, so customd, for his sleep
+Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred,
+And temperat vapors bland, which th' only sound
+Of leaves and fuming rills, \textit{Aurora}'s fan,
+Lightly dispers'd, and the shrill Matin Song
+Of Birds on every bough; so much the more
+His wonder was to find unwak'nd \textit{Eve}
+With Tresses discompos'd, and glowing Cheek,
+As through unquiet rest: he on his side
+Leaning half-rais'd, with looks of cordial Love
+Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld
+Beautie, which whether waking or asleep,
+Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice
+Milde, as when \textit{Zephyrus} on \textit{Flora} breathes,
+Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus. Awake
+My fairest, my espous'd, my latest found,
+Heav'ns last best gift, my ever new delight,
+Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field
+Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring
+Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove,
+What drops the Myrrhe, and what the balmie Reed,
+How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee
+Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.
+\quad Such whispering wak'd her, but with startl'd eye
+On \textit{Adam}, whom imbracing, thus she spake.
+\quad O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose,
+My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see
+Thy face, and Morn return'd, for I this Night,
+Such night till this I never pass'd, have dream'd,
+If dream'd, not as I oft am wont, of thee,
+Works of day pass't, or morrows next designe,
+But of offence and trouble, which my mind
+Knew never till this irksom night; methought
+Close at mine ear one call'd me forth to walk
+With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said,
+Why sleepst thou \textit{Eve}? now is the pleasant time,
+The cool, the silent, save where silence yields
+To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake
+Tunes sweetest his love-labor'd song; now reignes
+Full Orb'd the Moon, and with more pleasing light
+Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain,
+If none regard; Heav'n wakes with all his eyes,
+Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire,
+In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment
+Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.
+I rose as at thy call, but found thee not;
+To find thee I directed then my walk;
+And on, methought, alone I pass'd through ways
+That brought me on a sudden to the Tree
+Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem'd,
+Much fairer to my Fancie then by day:
+And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood
+One shap'd and wing'd like one of those from Heav'n
+By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill'd
+Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz'd;
+And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg'd,
+Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet,
+Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis'd?
+Or envie, or what reserve forbids to taste?
+Forbid who will, none shall from me withhold
+Longer thy offerd good, why else set here?
+This said he paus'd not, but with ventrous Arme
+He pluckt, he tasted; mee damp horror chil'd
+At such bold words voucht with a deed so bold:
+But he thus overjoy'd, O Fruit Divine,
+Sweet of thy self, but much more sweet thus cropt,
+Forbidd'n here, it seems, as onely fit
+For Gods, yet able to make Gods of Men:
+And why not Gods of Men, since good, the more
+Communicated, more abundant growes,
+The Author not impair'd, but honourd more?
+Here, happie Creature, fair Angelic \textit{Eve},
+Partake thou also; happie though thou art,
+Happier thou mayst be, worthier canst not be:
+Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods
+Thy self a Goddess, not to Earth confind,
+But somtimes in the Air, as wee, somtimes
+Ascend to Heav'n, by merit thine, and see
+What life the Gods live there, and such live thou.
+So saying, he drew nigh, and to me held,
+Even to my mouth of that same fruit held part
+Which he had pluckt; the pleasant savourie smell
+So quick'nd appetite, that I, methought,
+Could not but taste. Forthwith up to the Clouds
+With him I flew, and underneath beheld
+The Earth outstretcht immense, a prospect wide
+And various: wondring at my flight and change
+To this high exaltation; suddenly
+My Guide was gon, and I, me thought, sunk down,
+And fell asleep; but O how glad I wak'd
+To find this but a dream! Thus \textit{Eve} her Night
+Related, and thus \textit{Adam} answerd sad.
+\quad Best Image of my self and dearer half,
+The trouble of thy thoughts this night in sleep
+Affects me equally; nor can I like
+This uncouth dream, of evil sprung I fear;
+Yet evil whence? in thee can harbour none,
+Created pure. But know that in the Soule
+Are many lesser Faculties that serve
+Reason as chief; among these Fansie next
+Her office holds; of all external things,
+Which the five watchful Senses represent,
+She forms Imaginations, Aerie shapes,
+Which Reason joyning or disjoyning, frames
+All what we affirm or what deny, and call
+Our knowledge or opinion; then retires
+Into her private Cell when Nature rests.
+Oft in her absence mimic Fansie wakes
+To imitate her; but misjoyning shapes,
+Wilde work produces oft, and most in dreams,
+Ill matching words and deeds long past or late.
+Som such resemblances methinks I find
+Of our last Eevnings talk, in this thy dream,
+But with addition strange; yet be not sad.
+Evil into the mind of God or Man
+May come and go, so unapprov'd, and leave
+No spot or blame behind: Which gives me hope
+That what in sleep thou didst abhorr to dream,
+Waking thou never wilt consent to do.
+Be not disheart'nd then, nor cloud those looks
+That wont to be more chearful and serene
+Then when fair Morning first smiles on the World,
+And let us to our fresh imployments rise
+Among the Groves, the Fountains, and the Flours
+That open now their choicest bosom'd smells
+Reservd from night, and kept for thee in store.
+\quad So cheard he his fair Spouse, and she was cheard,
+But silently a gentle tear let fall
+From either eye, and wip'd them with her haire;
+Two other precious drops that ready stood,
+Each in their chrystal sluce, hee ere they fell
+Kiss'd as the gracious signs of sweet remorse
+And pious awe, that feard to have offended.
+\quad So all was cleard, and to the Field they haste.
+But first from under shadie arborous roof,
+Soon as they forth were come to open sight
+Of day-spring, and the Sun, who scarce up risen
+With wheels yet hov'ring o're the Ocean brim,
+Shot paralel to the earth his dewie ray,
+Discovering in wide Lantskip all the East
+Of Paradise and \textit{Edens} happie Plains,
+Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began
+Their Orisons, each Morning duly paid
+In various style, for neither various style
+Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise
+Their Maker, in fit strains pronounc't or sung
+Unmeditated, such prompt eloquence
+Flowd from their lips, in Prose or numerous Verse,
+More tuneable then needed Lute or Harp
+To add more sweetness, and they thus began.
+\quad These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
+Almightie, thine this universal Frame,
+Thus wondrous fair; thy self how wondrous then!
+Unspeakable, who sitst above these Heavens
+To us invisible or dimly seen
+In these thy lowest works, yet these declare
+Thy goodness beyond thought, and Power Divine:
+Speak yee who best can tell, ye Sons of light,
+Angels, for yee behold him, and with songs
+And choral symphonies, Day without Night,
+Circle his Throne rejoycing, yee in Heav'n,
+On Earth joyn all yee Creatures to extoll
+Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
+Fairest of Starrs, last in the train of Night,
+If better thou belong not to the dawn,
+Sure pledge of day, that crownst the smiling Morn
+With thy bright Circlet, praise him in thy Spheare
+While day arises, that sweet hour of Prime.
+Thou Sun, of this great World both Eye and Soule,
+Acknowledge him thy Greater, sound his praise
+In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
+And when high Noon hast gaind, and when thou fallst.
+Moon, that now meetst the orient Sun, now fli'st
+With the fixt Starrs, fixt in their Orb that flies,
+And yee five other wandring Fires that move
+In mystic Dance not without Song, resound
+His praise, who out of Darkness call'd up Light.
+Aire, and ye Elements the eldest birth
+Of Natures Womb, that in quaternion run
+Perpetual Circle, multiform; and mix
+And nourish all things, let your ceasless change
+Varie to our great Maker still new praise.
+Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise
+From Hill or steaming Lake, duskie or grey,
+Till the Sun paint your fleecie skirts with Gold,
+In honour to the Worlds great Author rise,
+Whether to deck with Clouds the uncolourd skie,
+Or wet the theirstie Earth with falling showers,
+Rising or falling still advance his praise.
+His praise ye Winds, that from four Quarters blow,
+Breath soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines,
+With every Plant, in sign of Worship wave.
+Fountains and yee, that warble, as ye flow,
+Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
+Joyn voices all ye living Souls, ye Birds,
+That singing up to Heaven Gate ascend,
+Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise;
+Yee that in Waters glide, and yee that walk
+The Earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep;
+Witness if I be silent, Morn or Eeven,
+To Hill, or Valley, Fountain, or fresh shade
+Made vocal by my Song, and taught his praise.
+Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still
+To give us onely good; and if the night
+Have gathered aught of evil or conceald,
+Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.
+\quad So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts
+Firm peace recoverd soon and wonted calm.
+On to their mornings rural work they haste
+Among sweet dewes and flours; where any row
+Of Fruit-trees overwoodie reachd too farr
+Their pamperd boughes, and needed hands to check
+Fruitless imbraces: or they led the Vine
+To wed her Elm; she spous'd about him twines
+Her mariageable arms, and with her brings
+Her dowr th' adopted Clusters, to adorn
+His barren leaves. Them thus imploid beheld
+With pittie Heav'ns high King, and to him call'd
+\textit{Raphael}, the sociable Spirit, that deign'd
+To travel with \textit{Tobias}, and secur'd
+His marriage with the seaventimes-wedded Maid.
+\quad \textit{Raphael}, said hee, thou hear'st what stir on Earth
+\textit{Satan} from Hell scap't through the darksom Gulf
+Hath raisd in Paradise, and how disturbd
+This night the human pair, how he designes
+In them at once to ruin all mankind.
+Go therefore, half this day as friend with friend
+Converse with \textit{Adam}, in what Bowre or shade
+Thou find'st him from the heat of Noon retir'd,
+To respit his day-labour with repast,
+Or with repose; and such discourse bring on,
+As may advise him of his happie state,
+Happiness in his power left free to will,
+Left to his own free Will, his Will though free,
+Yet mutable; whence warne him to beware
+He swerve not too secure: tell him withall
+His danger, and from whom, what enemie
+Late falln himself from Heav'n, is plotting now
+The fall of others from like state of bliss;
+By violence, no, for that shall be withstood,
+But by deceit and lies; this let him know,
+Least wilfully transgressing he pretend
+Surprisal, unadmonisht, unforewarnd.
+\quad So spake th' Eternal Father, and fulfilld
+All Justice: nor delaid the winged Saint
+After his charge receivd, but from among
+Thousand Celestial Ardors, where he stood
+Vaild with his gorgeous wings, up springing light
+Flew through the midst of Heav'n; th' angelic Quires
+On each hand parting, to his speed gave way
+Through all th' Empyreal road; till at the Gate
+Of Heav'n arriv'd, the gate self-opend wide
+On golden Hinges turning, as by work
+Divine the sov'ran Architect had fram'd.
+From hence, no cloud, or, to obstruct his sight,
+Starr interpos'd, however small he sees,
+Not unconform to other shining Globes,
+Earth and the Gard'n of God, with Cedars crownd
+Above all Hills. As when by night the Glass
+Of \textit{Galileo}, less assur'd, observes
+Imagind Lands and Regions in the Moon:
+Or Pilot from amidst the \textit{Cyclades}
+\textit{Delos} or \textit{Samos} first appeering kenns
+A cloudy spot. Down thither prone in flight
+He speeds, and through the vast Ethereal Skie
+Sailes between worlds and worlds, with steddie wing
+Now on the polar windes, then with quick Fann
+Winnows the buxom Air; till within soare
+Of Towring Eagles, to all the Fowles he seems
+A \textit{Phoenix}, gaz'd by all, as that sole Bird
+When to enshrine his reliques in the Sun's
+Bright Temple, to \textit{Aegyptian} \textit{Theb}'s he flies.
+At once on th' Eastern cliff of Paradise
+He lights, and to his proper shape returns
+A Seraph wingd; six wings he wore, to shade
+His lineaments Divine; the pair that clad
+Each shoulder broad, came mantling o're his brest
+With regal Ornament; the middle pair
+Girt like a Starrie Zone his waste, and round
+Skirted his loines and thighes with downie Gold
+And colours dipt in Heav'n; the theird his feet
+Shaddowd from either heele with featherd maile
+Skie-tinctur'd grain. Like \textit{Maia}'s son he stood,
+And shook his Plumes, that Heav'nly fragrance filld
+The circuit wide. Strait knew him all the bands
+Of Angels under watch; and to his state,
+And to his message high in honour rise;
+For on som message high they guessd him bound.
+Their glittering Tents he passd, and now is come
+Into the blissful field, through Groves of Myrrhe,
+And flouring Odours, Cassia, Nard, and Balme;
+A Wilderness of sweets; for Nature here
+Wantond as in her prime, and plaid at will
+Her Virgin Fancies, pouring forth more sweet,
+Wilde above rule or art; enormous bliss.
+Him through the spicie Forrest onward com
+\textit{Adam} discernd, as in the dore he sat
+Of his coole Bowre, while now the mounted Sun
+Shot down direct his fervid Raies, to warme
+Earths inmost womb, more warmth then \textit{Adam} need;
+And \textit{Eve} within, due at her hour prepar'd
+For dinner savourie fruits, of taste to please
+True appetite, and not disrelish theirst
+Of nectarous draughts between, from milkie stream,
+Berrie or Grape: to whom thus \textit{Adam} call'd.
+\quad Haste hither \textit{Eve}, and worth thy sight behold
+Eastward among those Trees, what glorious shape
+Comes this way moving; seems another Morn
+Ris'n on mid-noon; som great behest from Heav'n
+To us perhaps he brings, and will voutsafe
+This day to be our Guest. But goe with speed,
+And what thy stores contain, bring forth and poure
+Abundance, fit to honour and receive
+Our Heav'nly stranger; well we may afford
+Our givers their own gifts, and large bestow
+From large bestowd, where Nature multiplies
+Her fertil growth, and by disburd'ning grows
+More fruitful, which instructs us not to spare.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Eve}. \textit{Adam}, earths hallowd mould,
+Of God inspir'd, small store will serve, where store,
+All seasons, ripe for use hangs on the stalk;
+Save what by frugal storing firmness gains
+To nourish, and superfluous moist consumes:
+But I will haste and from each bough and break,
+Each Plant and juciest Gourd will pluck such choice
+To entertain our Angel guest, as hee
+Beholding shall confess that here on Earth
+God hath dispenst his bounties as in Heav'n.
+\quad So saying, with dispatchful looks in haste
+She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent
+What choice to chuse for delicacie best,
+What order, so contriv'd as not to mix
+Tastes, not well joynd, inelegant, but bring
+Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change,
+Bestirs her then, and from each tender stalk
+Whatever Earth all-bearing Mother yeilds
+In \textit{India} East or West, or middle shoare
+In \textit{Pontus} or the \textit{Punic} Coast, or where
+\textit{Alcinous} reign'd, fruit of all kindes, in coate,
+Rough, or smooth rin'd, or bearded husk, or shell
+She gathers, Tribute large, and on the board
+Heaps with unsparing hand; for drink the Grape
+She crushes, inoffensive moust, and meathes
+From many a berrie, and from sweet kernels prest
+She tempers dulcet creams, nor these to hold
+Wants her fit vessels pure, then strews the ground
+With Rose and Odours from the shrub unfum'd.
+Mean while our Primitive great Sire, to meet
+His god-like Guest, walks forth, without more train
+Accompani'd then with his own compleat
+Perfections, in himself was all his state,
+More solemn then the tedious pomp that waits
+On Princes, when their rich Retinue long
+Of Horses led, and Grooms besmeard with Gold
+Dazles the croud, and sets them all agape.
+Neerer his presence \textit{Adam} though not awd,
+Yet with submiss approach and reverence meek,
+As to a superior Nature, bowing low,
+\quad Thus said. Native of Heav'n, for other place
+None can then Heav'n such glorious shape contain;
+Since by descending from the Thrones above,
+Those happie places thou hast deignd a while
+To want, and honour these, voutsafe with us
+Two onely, who yet by sov'ran gift possess
+This spacious ground, in yonder shadie Bowre
+To rest, and what the Garden choicest bears
+To sit and taste, till this meridian heat
+Be over, and the Sun more coole decline.
+\quad Whom thus the Angelic Vertue answerd milde.
+\textit{Adam}, I therefore came, nor art thou such
+Created, or such place hast here to dwell,
+As may not oft invite, though Spirits of Heav'n
+To visit thee; lead on then where thy Bowre
+Oreshades; for these mid-hours, till Eevning rise
+I have at will. So to the Silvan Lodge
+They came, that like \textit{Pomona}'s Arbour smil'd
+With flourets deck't and fragrant smells; but \textit{Eve}
+Undeckt, save with her self more lovely fair
+Then Wood-Nymph, or the fairest Goddess feign'd
+Of three that in Mount \textit{Ida} naked strove,
+Stood to entertain her guest from Heav'n; no vaile
+Shee needed, Vertue-proof, no thought infirme
+Alterd her cheek. On whom the Angel \textit{Haile}
+Bestowd, the holy salutation us'd
+Long after to blest \textit{Marie}, second \textit{Eve}.
+\quad Haile Mother of Mankind, whose fruitful Womb
+Shall fill the World more numerous with thy Sons
+Then with these various fruits the Trees of God
+Have heap'd this Table. Rais'd of grassie terf
+Their Table was, and mossie seats had round,
+And on her ample Square from side to side
+All \textit{Autumn} pil'd, though \textit{Spring} and \textit{Autumn} here
+Danc'd hand in hand. A while discourse they hold;
+No fear lest Dinner coole; when thus began
+Our Authour. Heav'nly stranger, please to taste
+These bounties which our Nourisher, from whom
+All perfet good unmeasur'd out, descends,
+To us for food and for delight hath caus'd
+The Earth to yeild; unsavourie food perhaps
+To spiritual Natures; only this I know,
+That one Celestial Father gives to all.
+\quad To whom the Angel. Therefore what he gives
+(Whose praise be ever sung) to man in part
+Spiritual, may of purest Spirits be found
+No ingrateful food: and food alike those pure
+Intelligential substances require
+As doth your Rational; and both contain
+Within them every lower facultie
+Of sense, whereby they hear, see, smell, touch, taste,
+Tasting concoct, digest, assimilate,
+And corporeal to incorporeal turn.
+For know, whatever was created, needs
+To be sustaind and fed; of Elements
+The grosser feeds the purer, earth the sea,
+Earth and the Sea feed Air, the Air those Fires
+Ethereal, and as lowest first the Moon;
+Whence in her visage round those spots, unpurg'd
+Vapours not yet into her substance turnd.
+Nor doth the Moon no nourishment exhale
+From her moist Continent to higher Orbes.
+The Sun that light imparts to all, receives
+From all his alimental recompence
+In humid exhalations, and at Even
+Sups with the Ocean: though in Heav'n the Trees
+Of life ambrosial frutage bear, and vines
+Yeild Nectar, though from off the boughs each Morn
+We brush mellifluous Dewes, and find the ground
+Cover'd with pearly grain: yet God hath here
+Varied his bounty so with new delights,
+As may compare with Heaven; and to taste
+Think not I shall be nice. So down they sat,
+And to their viands fell, nor seemingly
+The Angel, nor in mist, the common gloss
+Of Theologians, but with keen dispatch
+Of real hunger, and concoctive heate
+To transubstantiate; what redounds, transpires
+Through Spirits with ease; nor wonder; if by fire
+Of sooty coal the Empiric Alchimist
+Can turn, or holds it possible to turn
+Metals of drossiest Ore to perfet Gold
+As from the Mine. Mean while at Table \textit{Eve}
+Ministerd naked, and their flowing cups
+With pleasant liquors crown'd: O innocence
+Deserving Paradise! if ever, then,
+Then had the Sons of God excuse to have bin
+Enamour'd at that sight; but in those hearts
+Love unlibidinous reign'd, nor jealousie
+Was understood, the injur'd Lovers Hell.
+\quad Thus when with meats and drinks they had suffic'd,
+Not burd'nd Nature, sudden mind arose
+In \textit{Adam}, not to let th' occasion pass
+Given him by this great Conference to know
+Of things above his World, and of their being
+Who dwell in Heav'n, whose excellence he saw
+Transcend his own so farr, whose radiant forms
+Divine effulgence, whose high Power so far
+Exceeded human, and his wary speech
+Thus to th' Empyreal Minister he fram'd.
+\quad Inhabitant with God, now know I well
+Thy favour, in this honour done to man,
+Under whose lowly roof thou hast voutsaf't
+To enter, and these earthly fruits to taste,
+Food not of Angels, yet accepted so,
+As that more willingly thou couldst not seem
+At Heav'ns high feasts to have fed: yet what compare?
+\quad To whom the winged Hierarch repli'd.
+O \textit{Adam}, one Almightie is, from whom
+All things proceed, and up to him return,
+If not deprav'd from good, created all
+Such to perfection, one first matter all,
+Indu'd with various forms, various degrees
+Of substance, and in things that live, of life;
+But more refin'd, more spiritous, and pure,
+As neerer to him plac't or neerer tending
+Each in their several active Sphears assignd,
+Till body up to spirit work, in bounds
+Proportiond to each kind. So from the root
+Springs lighter the green stalk, from thence the leaves
+More aerie, last the bright consummate floure
+Spirits odorous breathes: flours and their fruit
+Mans nourishment, by gradual scale sublim'd
+To vital Spirits aspire, to animal,
+To intellectual, give both life and sense,
+Fansie and understanding, whence the soule
+Reason receives, and reason is her being,
+Discursive, or Intuitive; discourse
+Is oftest yours, the latter most is ours,
+Differing but in degree, of kind the same.
+Wonder not then, what God for you saw good
+If I refuse not, but convert, as you,
+To proper substance; time may come when men
+With Angels may participate, and find
+No inconvenient Diet, nor too light Fare:
+And from these corporal nutriments perhaps
+Your bodies may at last turn all to Spirit
+Improv'd by tract of time, and wingd ascend
+Ethereal, as wee, or may at choice
+Here or in Heav'nly Paradises dwell;
+If ye be found obedient, and retain
+Unalterably firm his love entire
+Whose progenie you are. Mean while enjoy
+Your fill what happiness this happie state
+Can comprehend, incapable of more.
+\quad To whom the Patriarch of mankind repli'd.
+O favourable spirit, propitious guest,
+Well hast thou taught the way that might direct
+Our knowledge, and the scale of Nature set
+From center to circumference, whereon
+In contemplation of created things
+By steps we may ascend to God. But say,
+What meant that caution joind, \textit{If} \textit{Ye} \textit{Be} \textit{Found}
+\textit{Obedient}? can wee want obedience then
+To him, or possibly his love desert
+Who formd us from the dust, and plac'd us here
+Full to the utmost measure of what bliss
+Human desires can seek or apprehend?
+\quad To whom the Angel. Son of Heav'n and Earth,
+Attend: That thou art happie, owe to God;
+That thou continu'st such, owe to thy self,
+That is, to thy obedience; therein stand.
+This was that caution giv'n thee; be advis'd.
+God made thee perfet, not immutable;
+And good he made thee, but to persevere
+He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will
+By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate
+Inextricable, or strict necessity;
+Our voluntarie service he requires,
+Not our necessitated, such with him
+Findes no acceptance, nor can find, for how
+Can hearts, not free, be tri'd whether they serve
+Willing or no, who will but what they must
+By Destinie, and can no other choose?
+My self and all th' Angelic Host that stand
+In sight of God enthron'd, our happie state
+Hold, as you yours, while our obedience holds;
+On other surety none; freely we serve.
+Because wee freely love, as in our will
+To love or not; in this we stand or fall:
+And som are fall'n, to disobedience fall'n,
+And so from Heav'n to deepest Hell; O fall
+From what high state of bliss into what woe!
+\quad To whom our great Progenitor. Thy words
+Attentive, and with more delighted eare
+Divine instructer, I have heard, then when
+Cherubic Songs by night from neighbouring Hills
+Aereal Music send: nor knew I not
+To be both will and deed created free;
+Yet that we never shall forget to love
+Our maker, and obey him whose command
+Single, is yet so just, my constant thoughts
+Assur'd me and still assure: though what thou tellst
+Hath past in Heav'n, som doubt within me move,
+But more desire to hear, if thou consent,
+The full relation, which must needs be strange,
+Worthy of Sacred silence to be heard;
+And we have yet large day, for scarce the Sun
+Hath finisht half his journey, and scarce begins
+His other half in the great Zone of Heav'n.
+\quad Thus \textit{Adam} made request, and \textit{Raphael}
+After short pause assenting, thus began.
+\quad High matter thou injoinst me, O prime of men,
+Sad task and hard, for how shall I relate
+To human sense th' invisible exploits
+Of warring Spirits; how without remorse
+The ruin of so many glorious once
+And perfet while they stood; how last unfould
+The secrets of another world, perhaps
+Not lawful to reveal? yet for thy good
+This is dispenc't, and what surmounts the reach
+Of human sense, I shall delineate so,
+By lik'ning spiritual to corporal forms,
+As may express them best, though what if Earth
+Be but the shaddow of Heav'n, and things therein
+Each to other like, more then on earth is thought?
+\quad As yet this world was not, and \textit{Chaos} wilde
+Reignd where these Heav'ns now rowl, where Earth now rests
+Upon her Center pois'd, when on a day
+(For Time, though in Eternitie, appli'd
+To motion, measures all things durable
+By present, past, and future) on such day
+As Heav'ns great Year brings forth, th' Empyreal Host
+Of Angels by Imperial summons call'd,
+Innumerable before th' Almighties Throne
+Forthwith from all the ends of Heav'n appeerd
+Under their Hierarchs in orders bright
+Ten thousand thousand Ensignes high advanc'd,
+Standards, and Gonfalons twixt Van and Reare
+Streame in the Aire, and for distinction serve
+Of Hierarchies, of Orders, and Degrees;
+Or in their glittering Tissues bear imblaz'd
+Holy Memorials, acts of Zeale and Love
+Recorded eminent. Thus when in Orbes
+Of circuit inexpressible they stood,
+Orb within Orb, the Father infinite,
+By whom in bliss imbosom'd sat the Son,
+Amidst as from a flaming Mount, whoseop
+Brightness had made invisible, thus spake.
+\quad Hear all ye Angels, Progenie of Light,
+Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Vertues, Powers,
+Hear my Decree, which unrevok't shall stand.
+This day I have begot whom I declare
+My onely Son, and on this holy Hill
+Him have anointed, whom ye now behold
+At my right hand; your Head I him appoint;
+And by my Self have sworn to him shall bow
+All knees in Heav'n, and shall confess him Lord:
+Under his great Vice-gerent Reign abide
+United as one individual Soule
+For ever happie: him who disobeyes
+Mee disobeyes, breaks union, and that day
+Cast out from God and blessed vision, falls
+Into utter darkness, deep ingulft, his place
+Ordaind without redemption, without end.
+\quad So spake th' Omnipotent, and with his words
+All seemd well pleas'd, all seem'd, but were not all.
+That day, as other solem dayes, they spent
+In song and dance about the sacred Hill,
+Mystical dance, which yonder starrie Spheare
+Of Planets and of fixt in all her Wheeles
+Resembles nearest, mazes intricate,
+Eccentric, intervolv'd, yet regular
+Then most, when most irregular they seem:
+And in their motions harmonie Divine
+So smooths her charming tones, that Gods own ear
+Listens delighted. Eevning approachd
+(For we have also our Eevning and our Morn,
+We ours for change delectable, not need)
+Forthwith from dance to sweet repast they turn
+Desirous, all in Circles as they stood,
+Tables are set, and on a sudden pil'd
+With Angels Food, and rubied Nectar flows:
+In Pearl, in Diamond, and massie Gold,
+Fruit of delicious Vines, the growth of Heav'n.
+They eat, they drink, and with refection sweet
+Are fill'd, before th' all bounteous King, who showrd
+With copious hand, rejoycing in their joy.
+Now when ambrosial Night with Clouds exhal'd
+From that high mount of God, whence light and shade
+Spring both, the face of brightest Heav'n had changd
+To grateful Twilight (for Night comes not there
+In darker veile) and roseat Dews dispos'd
+All but the unsleeping eyes of God to rest,
+Wide over all the Plain, and wider farr
+Then all this globous Earth in Plain outspred,
+(Such are the Courts of God) Th' Angelic throng
+Disperst in Bands and Files their Camp extend
+By living Streams among the Trees of Life,
+Pavilions numberless, and sudden reard,
+Celestial Tabernacles, where they slept
+Fannd with coole Winds, save those who in their course
+Melodious Hymns about the sovran Throne
+Alternate all night long: but not so wak'd
+\textit{Satan}, so call him now, his former name
+Is heard no more Heav'n; he of the first,
+If not the first Arch-Angel, great in Power,
+In favour and praeeminence, yet fraught
+With envie against the Son of God, that day
+Honourd by his great Father, and proclaimd
+\textit{Messiah} King anointed, could not beare
+Through pride that sight, and thought himself impaird.
+Deep malice thence conceiving and disdain,
+Soon as midnight brought on the duskie houre
+Friendliest to sleep and silence, he resolv'd
+With all his Legions to dislodge, and leave
+Unworshipt, unobey'd the Throne supream
+Contemptuous, and his next subordinate
+Awak'ning, thus to him in secret spake.
+\quad Sleepst thou Companion dear, what sleep can close
+Thy eye-lids? and remembrest what Decree
+Of yesterday, so late hath past the lips
+Of Heav'ns Almightie. Thou to me thy thoughts
+Wast wont, I mine to thee was wont to impart;
+Both waking we were one; how then can now
+Thy sleep dissent? new Laws thou seest impos'd;
+New Laws from him who reigns, new minds may raise
+In us who serve, new Counsels, to debate
+What doubtful may ensue, more in this place
+To utter is not safe. Assemble thou
+Of all those Myriads which we lead the chief;
+Tell them that by command, ere yet dim Night
+Her shadowie Cloud withdraws, I am to haste,
+And all who under me their Banners wave,
+Homeward with flying march where we possess
+The Quarters of the North, there to prepare
+Fit entertainment to receive our King
+The great \textit{Messiah}, and his new commands,
+Who speedily through all the Hierarchies
+Intends to pass triumphant, and give Laws.
+\quad So spake the false Arch-Angel, and infus'd
+Bad influence into th' unwarie brest
+Of his Associate; hee together calls,
+Or several one by one, the Regent Powers,
+Under him Regent, tells, as he was taught,
+That the most High commanding, now ere Night,
+Now ere dim Night had disincumberd Heav'n,
+The great Hierarchal Standard was to move;
+Tells the suggested cause, and casts between
+Ambiguous words and jealousies, to sound
+Or taint integritie; but all obey'd
+The wonted signal, and superior voice
+Of their great Potentate; for great indeed
+His name, and high was his degree in Heav'n;
+His count'nance, as the Morning Starr that guides
+The starrie flock, allur'd them, and with lyes
+Drew after him the theird part of Heav'ns Host:
+Mean while th' Eternal eye, whose sight discernes
+Abstrusest thoughts, from forth his holy Mount
+And from within the golden Lamps that burne
+Nightly before him, saw without their light
+Rebellion rising, saw in whom, how spred
+Among the sons of Morn, what multitudes
+Were banded to oppose his high Decree;
+And smiling to his onely Son thus said.
+\quad Son, thou in whom my glory I behold
+In full resplendence, Heir of all my might,
+Neerly it now concernes us to be sure
+Of our Omnipotence, and with what Arms
+We mean to hold what anciently we claim
+Of Deitie or Empire, such a foe
+Is rising, who intends to erect his Throne
+Equal to ours, throughout the spacious North;
+Nor so content, hath in his thought to trie
+In battel, what our Power is, or our right.
+Let us advise, and to this hazard draw
+With speed what force is left, and all imploy
+In our defence, lest unawares we lose
+This our high place, our Sanctuarie, our Hill.
+\quad To whom the Son with calm aspect and cleer
+Light'ning Divine, ineffable, serene,
+Made answer. Mightie Father, thou thy foes
+Justly hast in derision, and secure
+Laugh'st at their vain designes and tumults vain,
+Matter to mee of Glory, whom their hate
+Illustrates, when they see all Regal Power
+Giv'n me to quell their pride, and in event
+Know whether I be dextrous to subdue
+Thy Rebels, or be found the worst in Heav'n.
+\quad So spake the Son, but \textit{Satan} with his Powers
+Farr was advanc't on winged speed, an Host
+Innumerable as the Starrs of Night,
+Or Starrs of Morning, Dew-drops, which the Sun
+Impearls on every leaf and every flouer.
+Regions they pass'd, the mightie Regencies
+Of Seraphim and Potentates and Thrones
+In their triple Degrees, Regions to which
+All thy Dominion, \textit{Adam}, is no more
+Then what this Garden is to all the Earth,
+And all the Sea, from one entire globose
+Stretcht into Longitude; which having pass'd
+At length into the limits of the North
+They came, and \textit{Satan} to his Royal seat
+High on a Hill, far blazing, as a Mount
+Rais'd on a Mount, with Pyramids and Towrs
+From Diamond Quarries hew'n, and Rocks of Gold,
+The Palace of great \textit{Lucifer}, (so call
+That Structure in the Dialect of men
+Interpreted) which not long after, hee
+Affecting all equality with God,
+In imitation of that Mount whereon
+\textit{Messiah} was declar'd in sight of Heav'n,
+The Mountain of the Congregation call'd;
+For thither he assembl'd all his Train,
+Pretending so commanded to consult
+About the great reception of their King,
+Thither to come, and with calumnious Art
+Of counterfeted truth thus held their ears.
+\quad Thrones, Dominations, Princedomes, Vertues, Powers,
+If these magnific Titles yet remain
+Not meerly titular, since by Decree
+Another now hath to himself ingross't
+All Power, and us eclipst under the name
+Of King anointed, for whom all this haste
+Of midnight march, and hurried meeting here,
+This onely to consult how we may best
+With what may be devis'd of honours new
+Receive him coming to receive from us
+Knee-tribute yet unpaid, prostration vile,
+Too much to one, but double how endur'd,
+To one and to his image now proclaim'd?
+But what if better counsels might erect
+Our minds and teach us to cast off this Yoke?
+Will ye submit your necks, and chuse to bend
+The supple knee? ye will not, if I trust
+To know ye right, or if ye know your selves
+Natives and Sons of Heav'n possest before
+By none, and if not equal all, yet free,
+Equally free; for Orders and Degrees
+Jarr not with liberty, but well consist.
+Who can in reason then or right assume
+Monarchie over such as live by right
+His equals, if in power and splendor less,
+In freedome equal? or can introduce
+Law and Edict on us, who without law
+Erre not, much less for this to be our Lord,
+And look for adoration to th' abuse
+Of those Imperial Titles which assert
+Our being ordain'd to govern, not to serve?
+\quad Thus farr his bold discourse without controule
+Had audience, when among the Seraphim
+\textit{Abdiel}, then whom none with more zeale ador'd
+The Deitie, and divine commands obei'd,
+Stood up, and in a flame of zeale severe
+The current of his fury thus oppos'd.
+\quad O argument blasphemous, false and proud!
+Words which no eare ever to hear in Heav'n
+Expected, least of all from thee, ingrate
+In place thy self so high above thy Peeres.
+Canst thou with impious obloquie condemne
+The just Decree of God, pronounc't and sworn,
+That to his only Son by right endu'd
+With Regal Scepter, every Soule in Heav'n
+Shall bend the knee, and in that honour due
+Confess him rightful King? unjust thou saist
+Flatly unjust, to binde with Laws the free,
+And equal over equals to let Reigne,
+One over all with unsucceeded power.
+Shalt thou give Law to God, shalt thou dispute
+With him the points of libertie, who made
+Thee what thou art, and formd the Pow'rs of Heav'n
+Such as he pleasd, and circumscrib'd their being?
+Yet by experience taught we know how good,
+And of our good, and of our dignitie
+How provident he is, how farr from thought
+To make us less, bent rather to exalt
+Our happie state under one Head more neer
+United. But to grant it thee unjust,
+That equal over equals Monarch Reigne:
+Thy self though great and glorious dost thou count,
+Or all Angelic Nature joind in one,
+Equal to him begotten Son, by whom
+As by his Word the mighty Father made
+All things, ev'n thee, and all the Spirits of Heav'n
+By him created in their bright degrees,
+Crownd them with Glory, and to their Glory nam'd
+Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Vertues, Powers
+Essential Powers, nor by his Reign obscur'd,
+But more illustrious made, since he the Head
+One of our number thus reduc't becomes,
+His Laws our Laws, all honour to him done
+Returns our own. Cease then this impious rage,
+And tempt not these; but hast'n to appease
+Th' incensed Father, and th' incensed Son,
+While Pardon may be found in time besought.
+\quad So spake the fervent Angel, but his zeale
+None seconded, as out of season judg'd,
+Or singular and rash, whereat rejoic'd
+Th' Apostat, and more haughty thus repli'd.
+That we were formd then saist thou? and the work
+Of secondarie hands, by task transferd
+From Father to his Son? strange point and new!
+Doctrin which we would know whence learnt: who saw
+When this creation was? rememberst thou
+Thy making, while the Maker gave thee being?
+We know no time when we were not as now;
+Know none before us, self-begot, self-rais'd
+By our own quick'ning power, when fatal course
+Had circl'd his full Orbe, the birth mature
+Of this our native Heav'n, Ethereal Sons.
+Our puissance is our own, our own right hand
+Shall teach us highest deeds, by proof to try
+Who is our equal: then thou shalt behold
+Whether by supplication we intend
+Address, and to begirt th' Almighty Throne
+Beseeching or besieging. This report,
+These tidings carrie to th' anointed King;
+And fly, ere evil intercept thy flight.
+\quad He said, and as the sound of waters deep
+Hoarce murmur echo'd to his words applause
+Through the infinite Host, nor less for that
+The flaming Seraph fearless, though alone
+Encompass'd round with foes, thus answerd bold.
+\quad O alienate from God, O spirit accurst,
+Forsak'n of all good; I see thy fall
+Determind, and thy hapless crew involv'd
+In this perfidious fraud, contagion spred
+Both of thy crime and punishment: henceforth
+No more be troubl'd how to quit the yoke
+Of Gods \textit{Messiah}; those indulgent Laws
+Will not be now voutsaf't, other Decrees
+Against thee are gon forth without recall;
+That Golden Scepter which thou didst reject
+Is now an Iron Rod to bruise and breake
+Thy disobedience. Well thou didst advise,
+Yet not for thy advise or threats I fly
+These wicked Tents devoted, least the wrauth
+Impendent, raging into sudden flame
+Distinguish not: for soon expect to feel
+His Thunder on thy head, devouring fire.
+Then who created thee lamenting learne,
+When who can uncreate thee thou shalt know.
+\quad So spake the Seraph \textit{Abdiel} faithful found,
+Among the faithless, faithful only hee;
+Among innumerable false, unmov'd,
+Unshak'n, unseduc'd, unterrifi'd
+His Loyaltie he kept, his Love, his Zeale;
+Nor number, nor example with him wrought
+To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind
+Though single. From amidst them forth he passd,
+Long way through hostile scorn, which he susteind
+Superior, nor of violence fear'd aught;
+And with retorted scorn his back he turn'd
+On those proud Towrs to swift destruction doom'd.
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+All night the dreadless Angel unpursu'd
+Through Heav'ns wide Champain held his way, till Morn,
+Wak't by the circling Hours, with rosie hand
+Unbarr'd the gates of Light. There is a Cave
+Within the Mount of God, fast by his Throne,
+Where light and darkness in perpetual round
+Lodge and dislodge by turns, which makes through Heav'n
+Grateful vicissitude, like Day and Night;
+Light issues forth, and at the other dore
+Obsequious darkness enters, till her houre
+To veile the Heav'n, though darkness there might well
+Seem twilight here; and now went forth the Morn
+Such as in highest Heav'n, arrayd in Gold
+Empyreal, from before her vanisht Night,
+Shot through with orient Beams: when all the Plain
+Coverd with thick embatteld Squadrons bright,
+Chariots and flaming Armes, and fierie Steeds
+Reflecting blaze on blaze, first met his view:
+Warr he perceav'd, warr in procinct, and found
+Already known what he for news had thought
+To have reported: gladly then he mixt
+Among those friendly Powers who him receav'd
+With joy and acclamations loud, that one
+That of so many Myriads fall'n, yet one
+Returnd not lost: On to the sacred hill
+They led him high applauded, and present
+Before the seat supream; from whence a voice
+From midst a Golden Cloud thus milde was heard.
+\quad Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought
+The better fight, who single hast maintaind
+Against revolted multitudes the Cause
+Of Truth, in word mightier then they in Armes;
+And for the testimonie of Truth hast born
+Universal reproach, far worse to beare
+Then violence: for this was all thy care
+To stand approv'd in sight of God, though Worlds
+Judg'd thee perverse: the easier conquest now
+Remains thee, aided by this host of friends,
+Back on thy foes more glorious to return
+Then scornd thou didst depart, and to subdue
+By force, who reason for their Law refuse,
+Right reason for their Law, and for their King
+\textit{Messiah}, who by right of merit Reigns.
+Goe \textit{Michael} of Celestial Armies Prince,
+And thou in Military prowess next
+\textit{Gabriel}, lead forth to Battel these my Sons
+Invincible, lead forth my armed Saints
+By Thousands and by Millions rang'd for fight;
+Equal in number to that Godless crew
+Rebellious, them with Fire and hostile Arms
+Fearless assault, and to the brow of Heav'n
+Pursuing drive them out from God and bliss,
+Into their place of punishment, the Gulf
+Of \textit{Tartarus}, which ready opens wide
+His fiery \textit{Chaos} to receave their fall.
+\quad So spake the Sovran voice, and Clouds began
+To darken all the Hill, and smoak to rowl
+In duskie wreathes, reluctant flames, the signe
+Of wrauth awak't: nor with less dread the loud
+Ethereal Trumpet from on high gan blow:
+At which command the Powers Militant,
+That stood for Heav'n, in mighty Quadrate joyn'd
+Of Union irresistible, mov'd on
+In silence their bright Legions, to the sound
+Of instrumental Harmonie that breath'd
+Heroic Ardor to advent'rous deeds
+Under their God-like Leaders, in the Cause
+Of God and his \textit{Messiah}. On they move
+Indissolubly firm; nor obvious Hill,
+Nor streit'ning Vale, nor Wood, nor Stream divides
+Their perfet ranks; for high above the ground
+Their march was, and the passive Air upbore
+Their nimble tread; as when the total kind
+Of Birds in orderly array on wing
+Came summond over \textit{Eden} to receive
+Their names of thee; so over many a tract
+Of Heav'n they march'd, and many a Province wide
+Tenfold the length of this terrene: at last
+Farr in th' Horizon to the North appeer'd
+From skirt to skirt a fierie Region, stretcht
+In battailous aspect, and neerer view
+Bristl'd with upright beams innumerable
+Of rigid Spears, and Helmets throng'd, and Shields
+Various, with boastful Argument portraid,
+The banded Powers of \textit{Satan} hasting on
+With furious expedition; for they weend
+That self same day by fight, or by surprize
+To win the Mount of God, and on his Throne
+To set the envier of his State, the proud
+Aspirer, but their thoughts prov'd fond and vain
+In the mid way: though strange to us it seemd
+At first, that Angel should with Angel warr,
+And in fierce hosting meet, who wont to meet
+So oft in Festivals of joy and love
+Unanimous, as sons of one great Sire
+Hymning th' Eternal Father: but the shout
+Of Battel now began, and rushing sound
+Of onset ended soon each milder thought.
+High in the midst exalted as a God
+Th' Apostat in his Sun-bright Chariot sate
+Idol of Majestie Divine, enclos'd
+With Flaming Cherubim, and golden Shields;
+Then lighted from his gorgeous Throne, for now
+'Twixt Host and Host but narrow space was left,
+A dreadful interval, and Front to Front
+Presented stood in terrible array
+Of hideous length: before the cloudie Van,
+On the rough edge of battel ere it joyn'd,
+\textit{Satan} with vast and haughtie strides advanc't,
+Came towring, armd in Adamant and Gold;
+\textit{Abdiel} that sight endur'd not, where he stood
+Among the mightiest, bent on highest deeds,
+And thus his own undaunted heart explores.
+\quad O Heav'n! that such resemblance of the Highest
+Should yet remain, where faith and realtie
+Remain not; wherfore should not strength and might
+There fail where Vertue fails, or weakest prove
+Where boldest; though to sight unconquerable?
+His puissance, trusting in th' Almightie's aide,
+I mean to try, whose Reason I have tri'd
+Unsound and false; nor is it aught but just,
+That he who in debate of Truth hath won,
+Should win in Arms, in both disputes alike
+Victor; though brutish that contest and foule,
+When Reason hath to deal with force, yet so
+Most reason is that Reason overcome.
+\quad So pondering, and from his armed Peers
+Forth stepping opposite, half way he met
+His daring foe, at this prevention more
+Incens't, and thus securely him defi'd.
+\quad Proud, art thou met? thy hope was to have reacht
+The highth of thy aspiring unoppos'd,
+The Throne of God unguarded, and his side
+Abandond at the terror of thy Power
+Or potent tongue; fool, not to think how vain
+Against th' Omnipotent to rise in Arms;
+Who out of smallest things could without end
+Have rais'd incessant Armies to defeat
+Thy folly; or with solitarie hand
+Reaching beyond all limit, at one blow
+Unaided could have finisht thee, and whelmd
+Thy Legions under darkness; but thou seest
+All are not of thy Train; there be who Faith
+Prefer, and Pietie to God, though then
+To thee not visible, when I alone
+Seemd in thy World erroneous to dissent
+From all: my Sect thou seest, now learn too late
+How few somtimes may know, when thousands err.
+\quad Whom the grand foe with scornful eye askance
+Thus answerd. Ill for thee, but in wisht houre
+Of my revenge, first sought for thou returnst
+From flight, seditious Angel, to receave
+Thy merited reward, the first assay
+Of this right hand provok't, since first that tongue
+Inspir'd with contradiction durst oppose
+A theird part of the Gods, in Synod met
+Their Deities to assert, who while they feel
+Vigour Divine within them, can allow
+Omnipotence to none. But well thou comst
+Before thy fellows, ambitious to win
+From me som Plume, that thy success may show
+Destruction to the rest: this pause between
+(Unanswerd least thou boast) to let thee know;
+At first I thought that Libertie and Heav'n
+To heav'nly Soules had bin all one; but now
+I see that most through sloth had rather serve,
+Ministring Spirits, traind up in Feast and Song;
+Such hast thou arm'd, the Minstrelsie of Heav'n,
+Servilitie with freedom to contend,
+As both their deeds compar'd this day shall prove.
+\quad To whom in brief thus \textit{Abdiel} stern repli'd.
+Apostat, still thou errst, nor end wilt find
+Of erring, from the path of truth remote:
+Unjustly thou deprav'st it with the name
+Of \textit{Servitude} to serve whom God ordains,
+Or Nature; God and Nature bid the same,
+When he who rules is worthiest, and excells
+Them whom he governs. This is servitude,
+To serve th' unwise, or him who hath rebelld
+Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee,
+Thy self not free, but to thy self enthrall'd;
+Yet leudly dar'st our ministring upbraid.
+Reign thou in Hell thy Kingdom, let mee serve
+In Heav'n God ever blessed, and his Divine
+Behests obey, worthiest to be obey'd,
+Yet Chains in Hell, not Realms expect: mean while
+From mee returnd, as erst thou saidst, from flight,
+This greeting on thy impious Crest receive.
+\quad So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high,
+Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell
+On the proud Crest of \textit{Satan}, that no sight,
+Nor motion of swift thought, less could his Shield
+Such ruin intercept: ten paces huge
+He back recoild; the tenth on bended knee
+His massie Spear upstaid; as if on Earth
+Winds under ground or waters forcing way
+Sidelong, had push't a Mountain from his seat
+Half sunk with all his Pines. Amazement seis'd
+The Rebel Thrones, but greater rage to see
+Thus foil'd their mightiest, ours joy filld, and shout,
+Presage of Victorie and fierce desire
+Of Battel: whereat \textit{Michael} bid sound
+Th' Arch-Angel trumpet; through the vast of Heav'n
+It sounded, and the faithful Armies rung
+\textit{Hosanna} to the Highest: nor stood at gaze
+The adverse Legions, nor less hideous joyn'd
+The horrid shock: now storming furie rose,
+And clamour such as heard in Heav'n till now
+Was never, Arms on Armour clashing bray'd
+Horrible discord, and the madding Wheeles
+Of brazen Chariots rag'd; dire was the noise
+Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
+Of fiery Darts in flaming volies flew,
+And flying vaulted either Host with fire.
+Sounder fierie Cope together rush'd
+Both Battels maine, with ruinous assault
+And inextinguishable rage; all Heav'n
+Resounded, and had Earth bin then, all Earth
+Had to her Center shook. What wonder? when
+Millions of fierce encountring Angels fought
+On either side, the least of whom could weild
+These Elements, and arm him with the force
+Of all their Regions: how much more of Power
+Armie against Armie numberless to raise
+Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb,
+Though not destroy, their happie Native seat;
+Had not th' Eternal King Omnipotent
+From his strong hold of Heav'n high over-rul'd
+And limited their might; though numberd such
+As each divided Legion might have seemd
+A numerous Host, in strength each armed hand
+A Legion; led in fight, yet Leader seemd
+Each Warriour single as in Chief, expert
+When to advance, or stand, or turn the sway
+Of Battel, open when, and when to close
+The ridges of grim Warr; no thought of flight,
+None of retreat, no unbecoming deed
+That argu'd fear; each on himself reli'd,
+As onely in his arm the moment lay
+Of victorie; deeds of eternal fame
+Were don, but infinite: for wide was spred
+That Warr and various; somtimes on firm ground
+A standing fight, then soaring on main wing
+Tormented all the Air; all Air seemd then
+Conflicting Fire: long time in eeven scale
+The Battel hung; till \textit{Satan}, who that day
+Prodigious power had shewn, and met in Armes
+No equal, raunging through the dire attack
+Of fighting Seraphim confus'd, at length
+Saw where the Sword of \textit{Michael} smote, and fell'd
+Squadrons at once, with huge two-handed sway
+Brandisht aloft the horrid edge came down
+Wide wasting; such destruction to withstand
+He hasted, and oppos'd the rockie Orb
+Of tenfold Adamant, his ample Shield
+A vast circumference: At his approach
+The great Arch-Angel from his warlike toile
+Surceas'd, and glad as hoping here to end
+Intestine War in Heav'n, the arch foe subdu'd
+Or Captive drag'd in Chains, with hostile frown
+And visage all enflam'd first thus began.
+\quad Author of evil, unknown till thy revolt,
+Unnam'd in Heav'n, now plenteous, as thou seest
+These Acts of hateful strife, hateful to all,
+Though heaviest by just measure on thy self
+And thy adherents: how hast thou disturb'd
+Heav'ns blessed peace, and into Nature brought
+Miserie, uncreated till the crime
+Of thy Rebellion? how hast thou instill'd
+Thy malice into thousands, once upright
+And faithful, now prov'd false. But think not here
+To trouble Holy Rest; Heav'n casts thee out
+From all her Confines. Heav'n the seat of bliss
+Brooks not the works of violence and Warr.
+Hence then, and evil go with thee along
+Thy ofspring, to the place of evil, Hell,
+Thou and thy wicked crew; there mingle broiles,
+Ere this avenging Sword begin thy doome,
+Or som more sudden vengeance wing'd from God
+Precipitate thee with augmented paine.
+\quad So spake the Prince of Angels; to whom thus
+The Adversarie. Nor think thou with wind
+Of airie threats to aw whom yet with deeds
+Thou canst not. Hast thou turnd the least of these
+To flight, or if to fall, but that they rise
+Unvanquisht, easier to transact with mee
+That thou shouldst hope, imperious, and with threats
+To chase me hence? erre not that so shall end
+The strife which thou call'st evil, but wee style
+The strife of Glorie: which we mean to win,
+Or turn this Heav'n it self into the Hell
+Thou fablest, here however to dwell free,
+If not to reign: mean while thy utmost force,
+And join him nam'd \textit{Almightie} to thy aid,
+I flie not, but have sought thee farr and nigh.
+\quad They ended parle, and both addrest for fight
+Unspeakable; for who, though with the tongue
+Of Angels, can relate, or to what things
+Liken on Earth conspicuous, that may lift
+Human imagination to such highth
+Of Godlike Power: for likest Gods they seemd,
+Stood they or mov'd, in stature, motion, arms
+Fit to decide the Empire of great Heav'n.
+Now wav'd their fierie Swords, and in the Aire
+Made horrid Circles; two broad Suns their Shields
+Blaz'd opposite, while expectation stood
+In horror; from each hand with speed retir'd
+Where erst was thickest fight, th' Angelic throng,
+And left large field, unsafe within the wind
+Of such commotion, such as to set forth
+Great things by small, If Natures concord broke,
+Among the Constellations warr were sprung,
+Two Planets rushing from aspect maligne
+Of fiercest opposition in mid Skie,
+Should combat, and their jarring Sphears confound.
+Together both with next to Almightie Arme,
+Uplifted imminent one stroke they aim'd
+That might determine, and not need repeate,
+As not of power, at once; nor odds appeerd
+In might or swift prevention; but the sword
+Of \textit{Michael} from the Armorie of God
+Was giv'n him temperd so, that neither keen
+Nor solid might resist that edge: it met
+The sword of \textit{Satan} with steep force to smite
+Descending, and in half cut sheere, nor staid,
+But with swift wheele reverse, deep entring shar'd
+All his right side; then \textit{Satan} first knew pain,
+And writh'd him to and fro convolv'd; so sore
+The griding sword with discontinuous wound
+Pass'd through him, but th' Ethereal substance clos'd
+Not long divisible, and from the gash
+A stream of Nectarous humor issuing flow'd
+Sanguin, such as Celestial Spirits may bleed,
+And all his Armour staind ere while so bright.
+Forthwith on all sides to his aide was run
+By Angels many and strong, who interpos'd
+Defence, while others bore him on their Shields
+Back to his Chariot; where it stood retir'd
+From off the files of warr; there they him laid
+Gnashing for anguish and despite and shame
+To find himself not matchless, and his pride
+Humbl'd by such rebuke, so farr beneath
+His confidence to equal God in power.
+Yet soon he heal'd; for Spirits that live throughout
+Vital in every part, not as frail man
+In Entrailes, Heart or Head, Liver or Reines,
+Cannot but by annihilating die;
+Nor in their liquid texture mortal wound
+Receive, no more then can the fluid Aire:
+All Heart they live, all Head, all Eye, all Eare,
+All Intellect, all Sense, and as they please,
+They Limb themselves, and colour, shape or size
+Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare.
+\quad Mean while in other parts like deeds deservd
+Memorial, where the might of \textit{Gabriel} fought,
+And with fierce Ensignes pierc'd the deep array
+Of \textit{Moloc} furious King, who him defi'd,
+And at his Chariot wheeles to drag him bound
+Threatn'd, nor from the Holie One of Heav'n
+Refrein'd his tongue blasphemous; but anon
+Down clov'n to the waste, with shatterd Armes
+And uncouth paine fled bellowing. On each wing
+\textit{Uriel} and \textit{Raphael} his vaunting foe,
+Though huge, and in a Rock of Diamond Armd,
+Vanquish'd \textit{Adramelec}, and \textit{Asmadai},
+Two potent Thrones, that to be less then Gods
+Disdain'd, but meaner thoughts learnd in their flight,
+Mangl'd with gastly wounds through Plate and Maile.
+Nor stood unmindful \textit{Abdiel} to annoy
+The Atheist crew, but with redoubl'd blow
+\textit{Ariel} and \textit{Arioc}, and the violence
+Of \textit{Ramiel} scorcht and blasted overthrew.
+I might relate of thousands, and their names
+Eternize here on Earth; but those elect
+Angels contented with their fame in Heav'n
+Seek not the praise of men: the other sort
+In might though wondrous and in Acts of Warr,
+Nor of Renown less eager, yet by doome
+Canceld from Heav'n and sacred memorie,
+Nameless in dark oblivion let them dwell.
+For strength from Truth divided and from Just,
+Illaudable, naught merits but dispraise
+And ignominie, yet to glorie aspires
+Vain glorious, and through infamie seeks fame:
+Therfore Eternal silence be their doome.
+\quad And now their mightiest quelld, the battel swerv'd,
+With many an inrode gor'd; deformed rout
+Enter'd, and foul disorder; all the ground
+With shiverd armour strow'n, and on a heap
+Chariot and Charioter lay overturnd
+And fierie foaming Steeds; what stood, recoyld
+Orewearied, through the faint Satanic Host
+Defensive scarse, or with pale fear surpris'd,
+Then first with fear surpris'd and sense of paine
+Fled ignominious, to such evil brought
+By sinne of disobedience, till that hour
+Not liable to fear or flight or paine.
+Far otherwise th' inviolable Saints
+In Cubic Phalanx firm advanc't entire,
+Invulnerable, impenitrably arm'd:
+Such high advantages their innocence
+Gave them above their foes, not to have sinnd,
+Not to have disobei'd; in fight they stood
+Unwearied, unobnoxious to be pain'd
+By wound, though from their place by violence mov'd.
+\quad Now Night her course began, and over Heav'n
+Inducing darkness, grateful truce impos'd,
+And silence on the odious dinn of Warr:
+Under her Cloudie covert both retir'd,
+Victor and Vanquisht: on the foughten field
+\textit{Michael} and his Angels prevalent
+Encamping, plac'd in Guard their Watches round,
+Cherubic waving fires: on th' other part
+\textit{Satan} with his rebellious disappeerd,
+Far in the dark dislodg'd, and void of rest,
+His Potentates to Councel call'd by night;
+And in the midst thus undismai'd began.
+\quad O now in danger tri'd, now known in Armes
+Not to be overpowerd, Companions deare,
+Found worthy not of Libertie alone,
+Too mean pretense, but what we more affect,
+Honour, Dominion, Glorie, and renowne,
+Who have sustaind one day in doubtful fight,
+(And if one day, why not Eternal dayes?)
+What Heavens Lord had powerfullest to send
+Against us from about his Throne, and judg'd
+Sufficient to subdue us to his will,
+But proves not so: then fallible, it seems,
+Of future we may deem him, though till now
+Omniscient thought. True is, less firmly arm'd,
+Some disadvantage we endur'd and paine,
+Till now not known, but known as soon contemnd,
+Since now we find this our Empyreal forme
+Incapable of mortal injurie
+Imperishable, and though peirc'd with wound,
+Soon closing, and by native vigour heal'd.
+Of evil then so small as easie think
+The remedie; perhaps more valid Armes,
+Weapons more violent, when next we meet,
+May serve to better us, and worse our foes,
+Or equal what between us made the odds,
+In Nature none: if other hidden cause
+Left them Superiour, while we can preserve
+Unhurt our mindes, and understanding sound,
+Due search and consultation will disclose.
+\quad He sat; and in th' assembly next upstood
+\textit{Nisroc}, of Principalities the prime;
+As one he stood escap't from cruel fight,
+Sore toild, his riv'n Armes to havoc hewn,
+And cloudie in aspect thus answering spake.
+Deliverer from new Lords, leader to free
+Enjoyment of our right as Gods; yet hard
+For Gods, and too unequal work we find
+Against unequal armes to fight in paine,
+Against unpaind, impassive; from which evil
+Ruin must needs ensue; for what availes
+Valour or strength, though matchless, quelld with pain
+Which all subdues, and makes remiss the hands
+Of Mightiest. Sense of pleasure we may well
+Spare out of life perhaps, and not repine,
+But live content, which is the calmest life:
+But pain is perfet miserie, the worst
+Of evils, and excessive, overturnes
+All patience. He who therefore can invent
+With what more forcible we may offend
+Our yet unwounded Enemies, or arme
+Our selves with like defence, to mee deserves
+No less then for deliverance what we owe.
+\quad Whereto with look compos'd \textit{Satan} repli'd.
+Not uninvented that, which thou aright
+Beleivst so main to our success, I bring;
+Which of us who beholds the bright surface
+Of this Ethereous mould whereon we stand,
+This continent of spacious Heav'n, adornd
+With Plant, Fruit, Flour Ambrosial, Gemms and Gold,
+Whose Eye so superficially surveyes
+These things, as not to mind from whence they grow
+Deep under ground, materials dark and crude,
+Of spiritous and fierie spume, till toucht
+With Heav'ns ray, and temperd they shoot forth
+So beauteous, op'ning to the ambient light.
+These in their dark Nativitie the Deep
+Shall yeild us, pregnant with infernal flame,
+Which into hallow Engins long and round
+Thick-rammd, at th' other bore with touch of fire
+Dilated and infuriate shall send forth
+From far with thundring noise among our foes
+Such implements of mischief as shall dash
+To pieces, and orewhelm whatever stands
+Adverse, that they shall fear we have disarmd
+The Thunderer of his only dreaded bolt.
+Nor long shall be our labour, yet ere dawne,
+Effect shall end our wish. Mean while revive;
+Abandon fear; to strength and counsel joind
+Think nothing hard, much less to be despaird.
+He ended, and his words their drooping chere
+Enlightn'd, and their languisht hope reviv'd.
+Th' invention all admir'd, and each, how hee
+To be th' inventer miss'd, so easie it seemd
+Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought
+Impossible: yet haply of thy Race
+In future dayes, if Malice should abound,
+Some one intent on mischief, or inspir'd
+With dev'lish machination might devise
+Like instrument to plague the Sons of men
+For sin, on warr and mutual slaughter bent.
+Forthwith from Councel to the work they flew,
+None arguing stood, innumerable hands
+Were ready, in a moment up they turnd
+Wide the Celestial soile, and saw beneath
+Th' originals of Nature in their crude
+Conception; Sulphurous and Nitrous Foame
+They found, they mingl'd, and with suttle Art,
+Concocted and adusted they reduc'd
+To blackest grain, and into store conveyd:
+Part hidd'n veins diggd up (nor hath this Earth
+Entrails unlike) of Mineral and Stone,
+Whereof to found their Engins and their Balls
+Of missive ruin; part incentive reed
+Provide, pernicious with one touch to fire.
+So all ere day spring, under conscious Night
+Secret they finish'd, and in order set,
+With silent circumspection unespi'd.
+Now when fair Morn Orient in Heav'n appeerd
+Up rose the Victor Angels, and to Arms
+The matin Trumpet Sung: in Arms they stood
+Of Golden Panoplie, refulgent Host,
+Soon banded; others from the dawning Hills
+Lookd round, and Scouts each Coast light-armed scoure,
+Each quarter, to descrie the distant foe,
+Where lodg'd, or whither fled, or if for fight,
+In motion or in alt: him soon they met
+Under spred Ensignes moving nigh, in slow
+But firm Battalion; back with speediest Sail
+\textit{Zephiel}, of Cherubim the swiftest wing,
+Came flying, and in mid Aire aloud thus cri'd.
+\quad Arme, Warriours, Arme for fight, the foe at hand,
+Whom fled we thought, will save us long pursuit
+This day, fear not his flight; so thick a Cloud
+He comes, and settl'd in his face I see
+Sad resolution and secure: let each
+His Adamantine coat gird well, and each
+Fit well his Helme, gripe fast his orbed Shield,
+Born eevn or high, for this day will pour down,
+If I conjecture aught, no drizling showr,
+But ratling storm of Arrows barbd with fire.
+So warnd he them aware themselves, and soon
+In order, quit of all impediment;
+Instant without disturb they took Allarm,
+And onward move Embattelld; when behold
+Not distant far with heavie pace the Foe
+Approaching gross and huge; in hollow Cube
+Training his devilish Enginrie, impal'd
+On every side with shaddowing Squadrons Deep,
+To hide the fraud. At interview both stood
+A while, but suddenly at head appeerd
+\textit{Satan}: And thus was heard Commanding loud.
+\quad Vangard, to Right and Left the Front unfould;
+That all may see who hate us, how we seek
+Peace and composure, and with open brest
+Stand readie to receive them, if they like
+Our overture, and turn not back perverse;
+But that I doubt, however witness Heaven,
+Heav'n witness thou anon, while we discharge
+Freely our part: yee who appointed stand
+Do as you have in charge, and briefly touch
+What we propound, and loud that all may hear.
+\quad So scoffing in ambiguous words, he scarce
+Had ended; when to Right and Left the Front
+Divided, and to either Flank retir'd.
+Which to our eyes discoverd new and strange,
+A triple-mounted row of Pillars laid
+On Wheels (for like to Pillars most they seem'd
+Or hollow'd bodies made of Oak or Firr
+With branches lopt, in Wood or Mountain fell'd)
+Brass, Iron, Stonie mould, had not their mouthes
+With hideous orifice gap't on us wide,
+Portending hollow truce; at each behind
+A Seraph stood, and in his hand a Reed
+Stood waving tipt with fire; while we suspense,
+Collected stood within our thoughts amus'd,
+Not long, for sudden all at once their Reeds
+Put forth, and to a narrow vent appli'd
+With nicest touch. Immediate in a flame,
+But soon obscur'd with smoak, all Heav'n appeerd,
+From those deep-throated Engins belcht, whose roar
+Emboweld with outragious noise the Air,
+And all her entrails tore, disgorging foule
+Their devillish glut, chaind Thunderbolts and Hail
+Of Iron Globes, which on the Victor Host
+Level'd, with such impetuous furie smote,
+That whom they hit, none on their feet might stand,
+Though standing else as Rocks, but down they fell
+By thousands, Angel on Arch-Angel rowl'd;
+The sooner for their Arms, unarm'd they might
+Have easily as Spirits evaded swift
+By quick contraction or remove; but now
+Foule dissipation follow'd and forc't rout;
+Nor serv'd it to relax their serried files.
+What should they do? if on they rusht, repulse
+Repeated, and indecent overthrow
+Doubl'd, would render them yet more despis'd,
+And to their foes a laughter; for in view
+Stood rankt of Seraphim another row
+In posture to displode their second tire
+Of Thunder: back defeated to return
+They worse abhorr'd. \textit{Satan} beheld their plight,
+And to his Mates thus in derision call'd.
+\quad O Friends, why come not on these Victors proud?
+Ere while they fierce were coming, and when wee,
+To entertain them fair with open Front
+And Brest, (what could we more?) propounded terms
+Of composition, strait they chang'd their minds,
+Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell,
+As they would dance, yet for a dance they seemd
+Somwhat extravagant and wilde, perhaps
+For joy of offerd peace: but I suppose
+If our proposals once again were heard
+We should compel them to a quick result.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Belial} in like gamesom mood.
+Leader, the terms we sent were terms of weight,
+Of hard contents, and full of force urg'd home,
+Such as we might perceive amus'd them all,
+And stumbl'd many, who receives them right,
+Had need from head to foot well understand;
+Not understood, this gift they have besides,
+They shew us when our foes walk not upright.
+\quad So they among themselves in pleasant veine
+Stood scoffing, highthn'd in their thoughts beyond
+All doubt of Victorie, eternal might
+To match with their inventions they presum'd
+So easie, and of his Thunder made a scorn,
+And all his Host derided, while they stood
+A while in trouble; but they stood not long,
+Rage prompted them at length, and found them arms
+Against such hellish mischief fit to oppose.
+Forthwith (behold the excellence, the power
+Which God hath in his mighty Angels plac'd)
+Their Arms away they threw, and to the Hills
+(For Earth hath this variety from Heav'n
+Of pleasure situate in Hill and Dale)
+Light as the Lightning glimps they ran, they flew,
+From their foundations loosning to and fro
+They pluckt the seated Hills with all their load,
+Rocks, Waters, Woods, and by the shaggie tops
+Up lifting bore them in their hands: Amaze,
+Be sure, and terrour seis'd the rebel Host,
+When coming towards them so dread they saw
+The bottom of the Mountains upward turn'd,
+Till on those cursed Engins triple-row
+They saw them whelmd, and all their confidence
+Under the weight of Mountains buried deep,
+Themselves invaded next, and on their heads
+Main Promontories flung, which in the Air
+Came shadowing, and opprest whole Legions arm'd,
+Their armor help'd their harm, crush't in and brus'd
+Into their substance pent, which wrought them pain
+Implacable, and many a dolorous groan,
+Long strugling underneath, ere they could wind
+Out of such prison, though Spirits of purest light,
+Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown.
+The rest in imitation to like Armes
+Betook them, and the neighbouring Hills uptore;
+So Hills amid the Air encounterd Hills
+Hurl'd to and fro with jaculation dire,
+That under ground they fought in dismal shade;
+Infernal noise; Warr seem'd a civil Game
+To this uproar; horrid confusion heapt
+Upon confusion rose: and now all Heav'n
+Had gone to wrack, with ruin overspred,
+Had not th' Almightie Father where he sits
+Shrin'd in his Sanctuarie of Heav'n secure,
+Consulting on the sum of things, foreseen
+This tumult, and permitted all, advis'd:
+That his great purpose he might so fulfill,
+To honour his Anointed Son aveng'd
+Upon his enemies, and to declare
+All power on him transferr'd: whence to his Son
+Th' Assessor of his Throne he thus began.
+\quad Effulgence of my Glorie, Son belov'd,
+Son in whose face invisible is beheld
+Visibly, what by Deitie I am,
+And in whose hand what by Decree I doe,
+Second Omnipotence, two dayes are past,
+Two dayes, as we compute the dayes of Heav'n,
+Since \textit{Michael} and his Powers went forth to tame
+These disobedient; sore hath been their fight,
+As likeliest was, when two such Foes met arm'd;
+For to themselves I left them, and thou knowst,
+Equal in their Creation they were form'd,
+Save what sin hath impaird, which yet hath wrought
+Insensibly, for I suspend their doom;
+Whence in perpetual fight they needs must last
+Endless, and no solution will be found:
+Warr wearied hath perform'd what Warr can do,
+And to disorder'd rage let loose the reines,
+With Mountains as with Weapons arm'd, which makes
+Wild work in Heav'n, and dangerous to the maine.
+Two dayes are therefore past, the theird is thine;
+For thee I have ordain'd it, and thus farr
+Have sufferd, that the Glorie may be thine
+Of ending this great Warr, since none but Thou
+Can end it. Into thee such Vertue and Grace
+Immense I have transfus'd, that all may know
+In Heav'n and Hell thy Power above compare,
+And this perverse Commotion governd thus,
+To manifest thee worthiest to be Heir
+Of all things, to be Heir and to be King
+By Sacred Unction, thy deserved right.
+Go then thou Mightiest in thy Fathers might,
+Ascend my Chariot, guide the rapid Wheeles
+That shake Heav'ns basis, bring forth all my Warr,
+My Bow and Thunder, my Almightie Arms
+Gird on, and Sword upon thy puissant Thigh;
+Pursue these sons of Darkness, drive them out
+From all Heav'ns bounds into the utter Deep:
+There let them learn, as likes them, to despise
+God and \textit{Messiah} his anointed King.
+\quad He said, and on his Son with Rayes direct
+Shon full, he all his Father full exprest
+Ineffably into his face receiv'd,
+And thus the filial Godhead answering spake.
+\quad O Father, O Supream of heav'nly Thrones,
+First, Highest, Holiest, Best, thou alwayes seekst
+To glorifie thy Son, I alwayes thee,
+As is most just; this I my Glorie account,
+My exaltation, and my whole delight,
+That thou in me well pleas'd, declarst thy will
+Fulfill'd, which to fulfil is all my bliss.
+Scepter and Power, thy giving, I assume,
+And gladlier shall resign, when in the end
+Thou shalt be All in All, and I in thee
+For ever, and in mee all whom thou lov'st:
+But whom thou hat'st, I hate, and can put on
+Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on,
+Image of thee in all things; and shall soon,
+Armd with thy might, rid heav'n of these rebell'd,
+To their prepar'd ill Mansion driven down
+To chains of Darkness, and th' undying Worm,
+That from thy just obedience could revolt,
+Whom to obey is happiness entire.
+Then shall thy Saints unmixt, and from th' impure
+Farr separate, circling thy holy Mount
+Unfained \textit{Halleluiahs} to thee sing,
+Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief.
+So said, he o're his Scepter bowing, rose
+From the right hand of Glorie where he sate,
+And the theird sacred Morn began to shine
+Dawning through Heav'n: forth rush'd with whirlwind sound
+The Chariot of Paternal Deitie,
+Flashing thick flames, Wheele within Wheele undrawn,
+It self instinct with Spirit, but convoyd
+By four Cherubic shapes, four Faces each
+Had wondrous, as with Starrs their bodies all
+And Wings were set with Eyes, with Eyes the Wheels
+Of Beril, and careering Fires between;
+Over their heads a chrystal Firmament,
+Whereon a Saphir Throne, inlaid with pure
+Amber, and colours of the showrie Arch.
+Hee in Celestial Panoplie all armd
+Of radiant \textit{Urim}, work divinely wrought,
+Ascended, at his right hand Victorie
+Sate Eagle-wing'd, beside him hung his Bow
+And Quiver with three-bolted Thunder stor'd,
+And from about him fierce Effusion rowld
+Of smoak and bickering flame, and sparkles dire;
+Attended with ten thousand thousand Saints,
+He onward came, farr off his coming shon,
+And twentie thousand (I their number heard)
+Chariots of God, half on each hand were seen:
+Hee on the wings of Cherub rode sublime
+On the Crystallin Skie, in Saphir Thron'd.
+Illustrious farr and wide, but by his own
+First seen, them unexpected joy surpriz'd,
+When the great Ensign of \textit{Messiah} blaz'd
+Aloft by Angels born, his Sign in Heav'n:
+Under whose Conduct \textit{Michael} soon reduc'd
+His Armie, circumfus'd on either Wing,
+Under their Head imbodied all in one.
+Before him Power Divine his way prepar'd;
+At his command the uprooted Hills retir'd
+Each to his place, they heard his voice and went
+Obsequious, Heav'n his wonted face renewd,
+And with fresh Flourets Hill and Valley smil'd.
+This saw his hapless Foes, but stood obdur'd,
+And to rebellious fight rallied their Powers
+Insensate, hope conceiving from despair.
+In heav'nly Spirits could such perverseness dwell?
+But to convince the proud what Signs availe,
+Or Wonders move th' obdurate to relent?
+They hard'nd more by what might most reclame,
+Grieving to see his Glorie, at the sight
+Took envie, and aspiring to his highth,
+Stood reimbattell'd fierce, by force or fraud
+Weening to prosper, and at length prevaile
+Against God and \textit{Messiah}, or to fall
+In universal ruin last, and now
+To final Battel drew, disdaining flight,
+Or faint retreat; when the great Son of God
+To all his Host on either hand thus spake.
+\quad Stand still in bright array ye Saints, here stand
+Ye Angels arm'd, this day from Battel rest;
+Faithful hath been your Warfare, and of God
+Accepted, fearless in his righteous Cause,
+And as ye have receivd, so have ye don
+Invincibly; but of this cursed crew
+The punishment to other hand belongs,
+Vengeance is his, or whose he sole appoints;
+Number to this dayes work is not ordain'd
+Nor multitude, stand onely and behold
+Gods indignation on these Godless pourd
+By mee; not you but mee they have despis'd,
+Yet envied; against mee is all their rage,
+Because the Father, t' whom in Heav'n supream
+Kingdom and Power and Glorie appertains,
+Hath honourd me according to his will.
+Therefore to mee their doom he hath assig'n'd;
+That they may have their wish, to trie with mee
+In Battel which the stronger proves, they all,
+Or I alone against them, since by strength
+They measure all, of other excellence
+Not emulous, nor care who them excells;
+Nor other strife with them do I voutsafe.
+\quad So spake the Son, and into terrour chang'd
+His count'nance too severe to be beheld
+And full of wrauth bent on his Enemies.
+At once the Four spred out their Starrie wings
+With dreadful shade contiguous, and the Orbes
+Of his fierce Chariot rowld, as with the sound
+Of torrent Floods, or of a numerous Host.
+Hee on his impious Foes right onward drove,
+Gloomie as Night; under his burning Wheeles
+The stedfast Empyrean shook throughout,
+All but the Throne it self of God. Full soon
+Among them he arriv'd; in his right hand
+Grasping ten thousand Thunders, which he sent
+Before him, such as in their Soules infix'd
+Plagues; they astonisht all resistance lost,
+All courage; down their idle weapons drop'd;
+O're Shields and Helmes, and helmed heads he rode
+Of Thrones and mighty Seraphim prostrate,
+That wish'd the Mountains now might be again
+Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire.
+Nor less on either side tempestuous fell
+His arrows, from the fourfold-visag'd Foure,
+Distinct with eyes, and from the living Wheels,
+Distinct alike with multitude of eyes,
+One Spirit in them rul'd, and every eye
+Glar'd lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire
+Among th' accurst, that witherd all their strength,
+And of their wonted vigour left them draind,
+Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fall'n.
+Yet half his strength he put not forth, but check'd
+His Thunder in mid Volie, for he meant
+Not to destroy, but root them out of Heav'n:
+The overthrown he rais'd, and as a Heard
+Of Goats or timerous flock together throngd
+Drove them before him Thunder-struck, pursu'd
+With terrors and with furies to the bounds
+And Chrystall wall of Heav'n, which op'ning wide,
+Rowld inward, and a spacious Gap disclos'd
+Into the wastful Deep; the monstrous sight
+Strook them with horror backward, but far worse
+Urg'd them behind; headlong themselvs they threw
+Down from the verge of Heav'n, Eternal wrauth
+Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.
+\quad Hell heard th' unsufferable noise, Hell saw
+Heav'n ruining from Heav'n and would have fled
+Affrighted; but strict Fate had cast too deep
+Her dark foundations, and too fast had bound.
+Nine dayes they fell; confounded \textit{Chaos} roard,
+And felt tenfold confusion in their fall
+Through his wilde Anarchie, so huge a rout
+Incumberd him with ruin: Hell at last
+Yawning receavd them whole, and on them clos'd,
+Hell their fit habitation fraught with fire
+Unquenchable, the house of woe and paine.
+Disburd'nd Heav'n rejoic'd, and soon repaird
+Her mural breach, returning whence it rowld.
+Sole Victor from th' expulsion of his Foes
+\textit{Messiah} his triumphal Chariot turnd:
+To meet him all his Saints, who silent stood
+Eye witnesses of his Almightie Acts,
+With Jubilie advanc'd; and as they went,
+Shaded with branching Palme, each order bright,
+Sung Triumph, and him sung Victorious King,
+Son, Heire, and Lord, to him Dominion giv'n,
+Worthiest to Reign: he celebrated rode
+Triumphant through mid Heav'n, into the Courts
+And Temple of his mightie Father Thron'd
+On high; who into Glorie him receav'd,
+Where now he sits at the right hand of bliss.
+\quad Thus measuring things in Heav'n by things on Earth
+At thy request, and that thou maist beware
+By what is past, to thee I have reveal'd
+What might have else to human Race bin hid;
+The discord which befel, and Warr in Heav'n
+Among th' Angelic Powers, and the deep fall
+Of those too high aspiring, who rebelld
+With \textit{Satan}, hee who envies now thy state,
+Who now is plotting how he may seduce
+Thee also from obedience, that with him
+Bereavd of happiness thou maist partake
+His punishment, Eternal miserie;
+Which would be all his solace and revenge,
+As a despite don against the most High,
+Thee once to gaine Companion of his woe.
+But list'n not to his Temptations, warne
+Thy weaker; let it profit thee to have heard
+By terrible Example the reward
+Of disobedience; firm they might have stood,
+Yet fell; remember, and fear to transgress.
+
+
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+
+Descend from Heav'n \textit{Urania}, by that name
+If rightly thou art call'd, whose Voice divine
+Following, above th' \textit{Olympian} Hill I soare,
+Above the flight of \textit{Pegasean} wing.
+The meaning, not the Name I call: for thou
+Nor of the Muses nine, nor on the top
+Of old \textit{Olympus} dwell'st, but Heav'nlie borne,
+Before the Hills appeerd, or Fountain flow'd,
+Thou with Eternal wisdom didst converse,
+Wisdom thy Sister, and with her didst play
+In presence of th' Almightie Father, pleas'd
+With thy Celestial Song. Up led by thee
+Into the Heav'n of Heav'ns I have presum'd,
+An Earthlie Guest, and drawn Empyreal Aire,
+Thy tempring; with like safetie guided down
+Return me to my Native Element:
+Least from this flying Steed unrein'd, (as once
+\textit{Bellerophon}, though from a lower Clime)
+Dismounted, on th' \textit{Aleian} Field I fall
+Erroneous, there to wander and forlorne.
+Half yet remaines unsung, but narrower bound
+Within the visible Diurnal Spheare;
+Standing on Earth, not rapt above the Pole,
+More safe I Sing with mortal voice, unchang'd
+To hoarce or mute, though fall'n on evil dayes,
+On evil dayes though fall'n, and evil tongues;
+In darkness, and with dangers compast rouud,
+And solitude; yet not alone, while thou
+Visit'st my slumbers Nightly, or when Morn
+Purples the East: still govern thou my Song,
+\textit{Urania}, and fit audience find, though few.
+But drive farr off the barbarous dissonance
+Of \textit{Bacchus} and his Revellers, the Race
+Of that wilde Rout that tore the \textit{Thracian} Bard
+In \textit{Rhodope}, where Woods and Rocks had Eares
+To rapture, till the savage clamor dround
+Both Harp and Voice; nor could the Muse defend
+Her Son. So fail not thou, who thee implores:
+For thou art Heav'nlie, shee an empty dreame.
+\quad Say Goddess, what ensu'd when \textit{Raphael},
+The affable Arch-angel, had forewarn'd
+\textit{Adam} by dire example to beware
+Apostasie, by what befell in Heaven
+To those Apostates, least the like befall
+In Paradise to \textit{Adam} or his Race,
+Charg'd not to touch the interdicted Tree,
+If they transgress, and slight that sole command,
+So easily obeyd amid the choice
+Of all tasts else to please their appetite,
+Though wandring. He with his consorted \textit{Eve}
+The storie heard attentive, and was fill'd
+With admiration, and deep Muse to heare
+Of things so high and strange, things to their thought
+So unimaginable as hate in Heav'n,
+And Warr so neer the Peace of God in bliss
+With such confusion: but the evil soon
+Driv'n back redounded as a flood on those
+From whom it sprung, impossible to mix
+With Blessedness. Whence \textit{Adam} soon repeal'd
+The doubts that in his heart arose: and now
+Led on, yet sinless, with desire to know
+What neerer might concern him, how this World
+Of Heav'n and Earth conspicuous first began,
+When, and whereof created, for what cause,
+What within \textit{Eden} or without was done
+Before his memorie, as one whose drouth
+Yet scarce allay'd still eyes the current streame,
+Whose liquid murmur heard new theirst excites,
+Proceeded thus to ask his Heav'nly Guest.
+\quad Great things, and full of wonder in our eares,
+Farr differing from this World, thou hast reveal'd
+Divine Interpreter, by favour sent
+Down from the Empyrean to forewarne
+Us timely of what might else have bin our loss,
+Unknown, which human knowledg could not reach:
+For which to the infinitly Good we owe
+Immortal thanks, and his admonishment
+Receave with solemne purpose to observe
+Immutably his sovran will, the end
+Of what we are. But since thou hast voutsaf't
+Gently for our instruction to impart
+Things above Earthly thought, which yet concernd
+Our knowing, as to highest wisdom seemd,
+Deign to descend now lower, and relate
+What may no less perhaps availe us known,
+How first began this Heav'n which we behold
+Distant so high, with moving Fires adornd
+Innumerable, and this which yeelds or fills
+All space, the ambient Aire wide interfus'd
+Imbracing round this florid Earth, what cause
+Mov'd the Creator in his holy Rest
+Through all Eternitie so late to build
+In \textit{Chaos}, and the work begun, how soon
+Absolv'd, if unforbid thou maist unfould
+What wee, not to explore the secrets aske
+Of his Eternal Empire, but the more
+To magnifie his works, the more we know.
+And the great Light of Day yet wants to run
+Much of his Race though steep, suspens in Heav'n
+Held by thy voice, thy potent voice he heares,
+And longer will delay to heare thee tell
+His Generation, and the rising Birth
+Of Nature from the unapparent Deep:
+Or if the Starr of Eevning and the Moon
+Haste to thy audience, Night with her will bring
+Silence, and Sleep listning to thee will watch,
+Or we can bid his absence, till thy Song
+End, and dismiss thee ere the Morning shine.
+\quad Thus \textit{Adam} his illustrous Guest besought:
+\quad And thus the Godlike Angel answerd milde.
+This also thy request with caution askt
+Obtaine: though to recount Almightie works
+What words or tongue of Seraph can suffice,
+Or heart of man suffice to comprehend?
+Yet what thou canst attain, which best may serve
+To glorifie the Maker, and inferr
+Thee also happier, shall not be withheld
+Thy hearing, such Commission from above
+I have receav'd, to answer thy desire
+Of knowledge within bounds; beyond abstain
+To ask, nor let thine own inventions hope
+Things not reveal'd, which th' invisible King,
+Onely Omniscient, hath supprest in Night,
+To none communicable in Earth or Heaven:
+Anough is left besides to search and know.
+But Knowledge is as food, and needs no less
+Her Temperance over Appetite, to know
+In measure what the mind may well contain,
+Oppresses else with Surfet, and soon turns
+Wisdom to Folly, as Nourishment to Winde.
+\quad Know then, that after \textit{Lucifer} from Heav'n
+(So call him, brighter once amidst the Host
+Of Angels, then that Starr the Starrs among)
+Fell with his flaming Legions through the Deep
+Into his place, and the great Son returnd
+Victorious with his Saints, th' Omnipotent
+Eternal Father from his Throne beheld
+Their multitude, and to his Son thus spake.
+\quad At least our envious Foe hath fail'd, who thought
+All like himself rebellious, by whose aid
+This inaccessible high strength, the seat
+Of Deitie supream, us dispossest,
+He trusted to have seis'd, and into fraud
+Drew many, whom their place knows here no more;
+Yet farr the greater part have kept, I see,
+Their station, Heav'n yet populous retaines
+Number sufficient to possess her Realmes
+Though wide, and this high Temple to frequent
+With Ministeries due and solemn Rites:
+But least his heart exalt him in the harme
+Already done, to have dispeopl'd Heav'n,
+My damage fondly deem'd, I can repaire
+That detriment, if such it be to lose
+Self-lost, and in a moment will create
+Another World, out of one man a Race
+Of men innumerable, there to dwell,
+Not here, till by degrees of merit rais'd
+They open to themselves at length the way
+Up hither, under long obedience tri'd,
+And Earth be chang'd to Heavn, and Heav'n to Earth,
+One Kingdom, Joy and Union without end.
+Mean while inhabit laxe, ye Powers of Heav'n,
+And thou my Word, begotten Son, by thee
+This I perform, speak thou, and be it don:
+My overshadowing Spirit and might with thee
+I send along, ride forth, and bid the Deep
+Within appointed bounds be Heav'n and Earth,
+Boundless the Deep, because I am who fill
+Infinitude, nor vacuous the space.
+Though I uncircumscrib'd my self retire,
+And put not forth my goodness, which is free
+To act or not, Necessitie and Chance
+Approach not mee, and what I will is Fate.
+\quad So spake th' Almightie, and to what he spake
+His Word, the Filial Godhead, gave effect.
+Immediate are the Acts of God, more swift
+Then time or motion, but to human ears
+Cannot without process of speech be told,
+So told as earthly notion can receave.
+Great triumph and rejoycing was in Heav'n
+When such was heard declar'd the Almightie's will;
+Glorie they sung to the most High, good will
+To future men, and in their dwellings peace:
+Glorie to him whose just avenging ire
+Had driven out th' ungodly from his sight
+And th' habitations of the just; to him
+Glorie and praise, whose wisdom had ordain'd
+Good out of evil to create, in stead
+Of Spirits maligne a better Race to bring
+Into their vacant room, and thence diffuse
+His good to Worlds and Ages infinite.
+So sang the Hierarchies: Mean while the Son
+On his great Expedition now appeer'd,
+Girt with Omnipotence, with Radiance crown'd
+Of Majestie Divine, Sapience and Love
+Immense, and all his Father in him shon.
+About his Chariot numberless were pour'd
+Cherub and Seraph, Potentates and Thrones,
+And Vertues, winged Spirits, and Chariots wing'd,
+From the Armoury of God, where stand of old
+Myriads between two brazen Mountains lodg'd
+Against a solemn day, harnest at hand,
+Celestial Equipage; and now came forth
+Spontaneous, for within them Spirit livd,
+Attendant on their Lord: Heav'n op'nd wide
+Her ever during Gates, Harmonious sound
+On golden Hinges moving, to let forth
+The King of Glorie in his powerful Word
+And Spirit coming to create new Worlds.
+On heav'nly ground they stood, and from the shore
+They view'd the vast immeasurable Abyss
+Outrageous as a Sea, dark, wasteful, wilde,
+Up from the bottom turn'd by furious windes
+And surging waves, as Mountains to assault
+Heav'ns highth, and with the Center mix the Pole.
+\quad Silence, ye troubl'd waves, and thou Deep, peace,
+Said then th' Omnific Word, your discord end:
+\quad Nor staid, but on the Wings of Cherubim
+Uplifted, in Paternal Glorie rode
+Farr into \textit{Chaos}, and the World unborn;
+For \textit{Chaos} heard his voice: him all his Traine
+Follow'd in bright procession to behold
+Creation, and the wonders of his might.
+Then staid the fervid Wheeles, and in his hand
+He took the golden Compasses, prepar'd
+In Gods Eternal store, to circumscribe
+This Universe, and all created things:
+One foot he center'd, and the other turn'd
+Round through the vast profunditie obscure,
+And said, thus farr extend, thus farr thy bounds,
+This be thy just Circumference, O World.
+Thus God the Heav'n created, thus the Earth,
+Matter unform'd and void: Darkness profound
+Cover'd th' Abyss: but on the watrie calme
+His brooding wings the Spirit of God outspred,
+And vital vertue infus'd, and vital warmth
+Throughout the fluid Mass, but downward purg'd
+The black tartareous cold infernal dregs
+Adverse to life: then founded, then conglob'd
+Like things to like, the rest to several place
+Disparted, and between spun out the Air,
+And Earth self-ballanc't on her Center hung.
+\quad Let ther be Light, said God, and forthwith Light
+Ethereal, first of things, quintessence pure
+Sprung from the Deep, and from her Native East
+To journie through the airie gloom began,
+Sphear'd in a radiant Cloud, for yet the Sun
+Was not; shee in a cloudie Tabernacle
+Sojourn'd the while. God saw the Light was good;
+And light from darkness by the Hemisphere
+Divided: Light the Day, and Darkness Night
+He nam'd. Thus was the first Day Eev'n and Morn:
+Nor past uncelebrated, nor unsung
+By the Celestial Quires, when Orient Light
+Exhaling first from Darkness they beheld;
+Birth-day of Heav'n and Earth; with joy and shout
+The hollow Universal Orb they fill'd,
+And touch't their Golden Harps, and hymning prais'd
+God and his works, Creatour him they sung,
+Both when first Eevning was, and when first Morn.
+\quad Again, God said, let ther be Firmament
+Amid the Waters, and let it divide
+The Waters from the Waters: and God made
+The Firmament, expanse of liquid, pure,
+Transparent, Elemental Air, diffus'd
+In circuit to the uttermost convex
+Of this great Round: partition firm and sure,
+The Waters underneath from those above
+Dividing: for as Earth, so hee the World
+Built on circumfluous Waters calme, in wide
+Crystallin Ocean, and the loud misrule
+Of \textit{Chaos} farr remov'd, least fierce extreames
+Contiguous might distemper the whole frame:
+And Heav'n he nam'd the Firmament: So Eev'n
+And Morning \textit{Chorus} sung the second Day.
+\quad The Earth was form'd, but in the Womb as yet
+Of Waters, Embryon immature involv'd,
+Appeer'd not: over all the face of Earth
+Main Ocean flow'd, not idle, but with warme
+Prolific humour soft'ning all her Globe,
+Fermented the great Mother to conceave,
+Satiate with genial moisture, when God said
+Be gather'd now ye Waters under Heav'n
+Into one place, and let dry Land appeer.
+Immediately the Mountains huge appeer
+Emergent, and their broad bare backs upheave
+Into the Clouds, their tops ascend the Skie:
+So high as heav'd the tumid Hills, so low
+Down sunk a hollow bottom broad and deep,
+Capacious bed of Waters: thither they
+Hasted with glad precipitance, uprowld
+As drops on dust conglobing from the drie;
+Part rise in crystal Wall, or ridge direct,
+For haste; such flight the great command impress'd
+On the swift flouds: as Armies at the call
+Of Trumpet (for of Armies thou hast heard)
+Troop to their Standard, so the watrie throng,
+Wave rowling after Wave, where way they found,
+If steep, with torrent rapture, if through Plaine,
+Soft-ebbing; nor withstood them Rock or Hill,
+But they, or under ground, or circuit wide
+With Serpent errour wandring, found their way,
+And on the washie Oose deep Channels wore;
+Easie, e're God had bid the ground be drie,
+All but within those banks, where Rivers now
+Stream, and perpetual draw their humid traine.
+The dry Land, Earth, and the great receptacle
+Of congregated Waters he call'd Seas:
+And saw that it was good, and said, Let th' Earth
+Put forth the verdant Grass, Herb yeilding Seed,
+And Fruit Tree yeilding Fruit after her kind;
+Whose Seed is in her self upon the Earth.
+He scarce had said, when the bare Earth, till then
+Desert and bare, unsightly, unadorn'd,
+Brought forth the tender Grass, whose verdure clad
+Her Universal Face with pleasant green,
+Then Herbs of every leaf, that sudden flour'd
+Op'ning their various colours, and made gay
+Her bosom smelling sweet: and these scarce blown,
+Forth flourish't thick the clustring Vine, forth crept
+The smelling Gourd, up stood the cornie Reed
+Embattell'd in her field: add the humble Shrub,
+And Bush with frizl'd hair implicit: last
+Rose as in Dance the stately Trees, and spred
+Their branches hung with copious Fruit; or gemm'd
+Their Blossoms: with high Woods the Hills were crownd,
+With tufts the vallies and each fountain side,
+With borders long the Rivers. That Earth now
+Seemd like to Heav'n, a seat where Gods might dwell,
+Or wander with delight, and love to haunt
+Her sacred shades: though God had yet not rain'd
+Upon the Earth, and man to till the ground
+None was, but from the Earth a dewie Mist
+Went up and waterd all the ground, and each
+Plant of the field, which e're it was in the Earth
+God made, and every Herb, before it grew
+On the green stemm; God saw that it was good:
+So Eev'n and Morn recorded the Theird Day.
+\quad Again th' Almightie spake: Let there be Lights
+High in th' expanse of Heaven to divide
+The Day from Night; and let them be for Signes,
+For Seasons, and for Dayes, and circling Years,
+And let them be for Lights as I ordaine
+Their Office in the Firmament of Heav'n
+To give Light on the Earth; and it was so.
+And God made two great Lights, great for their use
+To Man, the greater to have rule by Day,
+The less by Night alterne: and made the Starrs,
+And set them in the Firmament of Heav'n
+To illuminate the Earth, and rule the Day
+In their vicissitude, and rule the Night,
+And Light from Darkness to divide. God saw,
+Surveying his great Work, that it was good:
+For of Celestial Bodies first the Sun
+A mightie Spheare he fram'd, unlightsom first,
+Though of Ethereal Mould: then form'd the Moon
+Globose, and everie magnitude of Starrs,
+And sowd with Starrs the Heav'n thick as a field:
+Of Light by farr the greater part he took,
+Transplanted from her cloudie Shrine, and plac'd
+In the Suns Orb, made porous to receive
+And drink the liquid Light, firm to retaine
+Her gather'd beams, great Palace now of Light.
+Hither as to their Fountain other Starrs
+Repairing, in their gold'n Urns draw Light,
+And hence the Morning Planet guilds his horns;
+By tincture or reflection they augment
+Their small peculiar, though from human sight
+So farr remote, with diminution seen.
+First in his East the glorious Lamp was seen,
+Regent of Day, and all th' Horizon round
+Invested with bright Rayes, jocond to run
+His Longitude through Heav'ns high rode: the gray
+Dawn, and the \textit{Pleiades} before him danc'd
+Shedding sweet influence: less bright the Moon,
+But opposite in leveld West was set
+His mirror, with full face borrowing her Light
+From him, for other light she needed none
+In that aspect, and still that distance keepes
+Till night, then in the East her turn she shines,
+Revolvd on Heav'ns great Axle, and her Reign
+With thousand lesser Lights dividual holds,
+With thousand thousand Starres, that then appeer'd
+Spangling the Hemisphere: then first adornd
+With their bright Luminaries that Set and Rose,
+Glad Eevning and glad Morn crownd the fourth day.
+\quad And God said, let the Waters generate
+Reptil with Spawn abundant, living Soule:
+And let Fowle flie above the Earth, with wings
+Displayd on the op'n Firmament of Heav'n.
+And God created the great Whales, and each
+Soul living, each that crept, which plenteously
+The waters generated by their kindes,
+And every Bird of wing after his kinde;
+And saw that it was good, and bless'd them, saying,
+Be fruitful, multiply, and in the Seas
+And Lakes and running Streams the waters fill;
+And let the Fowle be multiply'd on the Earth.
+Forthwith the Sounds and Seas, each Creek and Bay
+With Frie innumerable swarme, and Shoales
+Of Fish that with their Finns and shining Scales
+Glide under the green Wave, in Sculles that oft
+Bank the mid Sea: part single or with mate
+Graze the Sea weed their pasture, and through Groves
+Of Coral stray, or sporting with quick glance
+Show to the Sun their wav'd coats dropt with Gold,
+Or in their Pearlie shells at ease, attend
+Moist nutriment, or under Rocks their food
+In jointed Armour watch: on smooth the Seale,
+And bended Dolphins play: part huge of bulk
+Wallowing unweildie, enormous in their Gate
+Tempest the Ocean: there Leviathan
+Hugest of living Creatures, on the Deep
+Stretcht like a Promontorie sleeps or swimmes,
+And seems a moving Land, and at his Gilles
+Draws in, and at his Trunck spouts out a Sea.
+Mean while the tepid Caves, and Fens and shoares
+Their Brood as numerous hatch, from the Egg that soon
+Bursting with kindly rupture forth disclos'd
+Their callow young, but featherd soon and fledge
+They summ'd their Penns, and soaring th' air sublime
+With clang despis'd the ground, under a cloud
+In prospect; there the Eagle and the Stork
+On Cliffs and Cedar tops their Eyries build:
+Part loosly wing the Region, part more wise
+In common, rang'd in figure wedge their way,
+Intelligent of seasons, and set forth
+Their Aierie Caravan high over Sea's
+Flying, and over Lands with mutual wing
+Easing their flight; so stears the prudent Crane
+Her annual Voiage, born on Windes; the Aire
+Floats, as they pass, fann'd with unnumber'd plumes:
+From Branch to Branch the smaller Birds with song
+Solac'd the Woods, and spred their painted wings
+Till Ev'n, nor then the solemn Nightingal
+Ceas'd warbling, but all night tun'd her soft layes:
+Others on Silver Lakes and Rivers Bath'd
+Their downie Brest; the Swan with Arched neck
+Between her white wings mantling proudly, Rowes
+Her state with Oarie feet: yet oft they quit
+The Dank, and rising on stiff Pennons, towre
+The mid Aereal Skie: Others on ground
+Walk'd firm; the crested Cock whose clarion sounds
+The silent hours, and th' other whose gay Traine
+Adorns him, colour'd with the Florid hue
+Of Rainbows and Starrie Eyes. The Waters thus
+With Fish replenisht, and the Aire with Fowle,
+Ev'ning and Morn solemniz'd the Fift day.
+\quad The Sixt, and of Creation last arose
+With Eevning Harps and Mattin, when God said,
+Let th' Earth bring forth Fowle living in her kinde,
+Cattel and Creeping things, and Beast of the Earth,
+Each in their kinde. The Earth obey'd, and strait
+Op'ning her fertil Woomb teem'd at a Birth
+Innumerous living Creatures, perfet formes,
+Limb'd and full grown: out of the ground up-rose
+As from his Laire the wilde Beast where he wonns
+In Forrest wilde, in Thicket, Brake, or Den;
+Among the Trees in Pairs they rose, they walk'd:
+The Cattel in the Fields and Meddowes green:
+Those rare and solitarie, these in flocks
+Pasturing at once, and in broad Herds upsprung:
+The grassie Clods now Calv'd, now half appeer'd
+The Tawnie Lion, pawing to get free
+His hinder parts, then springs as broke from Bonds,
+And Rampant shakes his Brinded main; the Ounce,
+The Libbard, and the Tyger, as the Moale
+Rising, the crumbl'd Earth above them threw
+In Hillocks; the swift Stag from under ground
+Bore up his branching head: scarse from his mould
+\textit{Behemoth} biggest born of Earth upheav'd
+His vastness: Fleec't the Flocks and bleating rose,
+As Plants: ambiguous between Sea and Land
+The River Horse and scalie Crocodile.
+At once came forth whatever creeps the ground,
+Insect or Worme; those wav'd their limber fans
+For wings, and smallest Lineaments exact
+In all the Liveries dect of Summers pride
+With spots of Gold and Purple, azure and green:
+These as a line their long dimension drew,
+Streaking the ground with sinuous trace; not all
+Minims of Nature; some of Serpent kinde
+Wondrous in length and corpulence involv'd
+Their Snakie foulds, and added wings. First crept
+The Parsimonious Emmet, provident
+Of future, in small room large heart enclos'd,
+Pattern of just equalitie perhaps
+Hereafter, join'd in her popular Tribes
+Of Commonaltie: swarming next appeer'd
+The Femal Bee that feeds her Husband Drone
+Deliciously, and builds her waxen Cells
+With Honey stor'd: the rest are numberless,
+And thou their Natures know'st, and gav'st them Names,
+Needlest to thee repeaed; nor unknown
+The Serpent suttl'st Beast of all the field,
+Of huge extent somtimes, with brazen Eyes
+And hairie Main terrific, though to thee
+Not noxious, but obedient at thy call.
+Now Heav'n in all her Glorie shon, and rowld
+Her motions, as the great first-Movers hand
+First wheeld their course; Earth in her rich attire
+Consummate lovly smil'd; Aire, Water, Earth,
+By Fowl, Fish, Beast, was flown, was swum, was walkt
+Frequent; and of the Sixt day yet remain'd;
+There wanted yet the Master work, the end
+Of all yet don; a Creature who not prone
+And Brute as other Creatures, but endu'd
+With Sanctitie of Reason, might erect
+His Stature, and upright with Front serene
+Govern the rest, self-knowing, and from thence
+Magnanimous to correspond with Heav'n,
+But grateful to acknowledge whence his good
+Descends, thither with heart and voice and eyes
+Directed in Devotion, to adore
+And worship God Supream, who made him chief
+Of all his works: therefore the Omnipotent
+Eternal Father (For where is not hee
+Present) thus to his Son audibly spake.
+\quad Let us make now Man in our image, Man
+In our similitude, and let them rule
+Over the Fish and Fowle of Sea and Aire,
+Beast of the Field, and over all the Earth,
+And every creeping thing that creeps the ground.
+This said, he formd thee, \textit{Adam}, thee O Man
+Dust of the ground, and in thy nostrils breath'd
+The breath of Life; in his own Image hee
+Created thee, in the Image of God
+Express, and thou becam'st a living Soul.
+Male he created thee, but thy consort
+Femal for Race; then bless'd Mankinde, and said,
+Be fruitful, multiplie, and fill the Earth,
+Subdue it, and throughout Dominion hold
+Over Fish of the Sea, and Fowle of the Aire,
+And every living thing that moves on the Earth.
+Wherever thus created, for no place
+Is yet distinct by name, thence, as thou know'st
+He brought thee into this delicious Grove,
+This Garden, planted with the Trees of God,
+Delectable both to behold and taste;
+And freely all their pleasant fruit for food
+Gave thee, all sorts are here that all th' Earth yeelds,
+Varietie without end; but of the Tree
+Which tasted works knowledge of Good and Evil,
+Thou mai'st not; in the day thou eat'st, thou di'st;
+Death is the penaltie impos'd, beware,
+And govern well thy appetite, least sin
+Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
+Here finish'd hee, and all that he had made
+View'd, and behold all was entirely good;
+So Ev'n and Morn accomplish'd the Sixt day:
+Yet not till the Creator from his work
+Desisting, though unwearied, up returnd
+Up to the Heav'n of Heav'ns his high abode,
+Thence to behold this new created World
+Th' addition of his Empire, how it shew'd
+In prospect from his Throne, how good, how faire,
+Answering his great Idea. Up he rode
+Followd with acclamation and the sound
+Symphonious of ten thousand Harpes that tun'd
+Angelic harmonies: the Earth, the Aire
+Resounded, (thou remember'st, for thou heardst)
+The Heav'ns and all the Constellations rung,
+The Planets in their stations list'ning stood,
+While the bright Pomp ascended jubilant.
+Open, ye everlasting Gates, they sung,
+Open, ye Heav'ns, your living dores; let in
+The great Creator from his work returnd
+Magnificent, his Six days work, a World;
+Open, and henceforth oft; for God will deigne
+To visit oft the dwellings of just Men
+Delighted, and with frequent intercourse
+Thither will send his winged Messengers
+On errands of supernal Grace. So sung
+The glorious Train ascending: He through Heav'n,
+That open'd wide her blazing Portals, led
+To Gods Eternal house direct the way,
+A broad and ample rode, whose dust is Gold
+And pavement Starrs, as Starrs to thee appeer,
+Seen in the Galaxie, that Milkie way
+Which nightly as a circling Zone thou seest
+Pouderd with Starrs. And now on Earth the Seaventh
+Eev'ning arose in \textit{Eden}, for the Sun
+Was set, and twilight from the East came on,
+Forerunning Night; when at the holy mount
+Of Heav'ns high-seated top, th' Impereal Throne
+Of Godhead, fixt for ever firm and sure,
+The Filial Power arriv'd, and sate him down
+With his great Father (for he also went
+Invisible, yet staid (such priviledge
+Hath Omnipresence) and the work ordain'd,
+Author and end of all things, and from work
+Now resting, bless'd and hallowd the Seav'nth day,
+As resting on that day from all his work,
+But not in silence holy kept; the Harp
+Had work and rested not, the solemn Pipe,
+And Dulcimer, all Organs of sweet stop,
+All sounds on Fret by String or Golden Wire
+Temper'd soft Tunings, intermixt with Voice
+Choral or Unison: of incense Clouds
+Fuming from Golden Censers hid the Mount.
+Creation and the Six dayes acts they sung,
+Great are thy works, \textit{Jehovah}, infinite
+Thy power; what thought can measure thee or tongue
+Relate thee; greater now in thy return
+Then from the Giant Angels; thee that day
+Thy Thunders magnifi'd; but to create
+Is greater then created to destroy.
+Who can impair thee, mighty King, or bound
+Thy Empire? easily the proud attempt
+Of Spirits apostat and their Counsels vaine
+Thou hast repeld, while impiously they thought
+Thee to diminish, and from thee withdraw
+The number of thy worshippers. Who seekes
+To lessen thee, against his purpose serves
+To manifest the more thy might: his evil
+Thou usest, and from thence creat'st more good.
+Witness this new-made World, another Heav'n
+From Heaven Gate not farr, founded in view
+On the cleer \textit{Hyaline}, the Glassie Sea;
+Of amplitude almost immense, with Starr's
+Numerous, and every Starr perhaps a World
+Of destind habitation; but thou know'st
+Their seasons: among these the seat of men,
+Earth with her nether Ocean circumfus'd,
+Their pleasant dwelling place. Thrice happie men,
+And sons of men, whom God hath thus advanc't,
+Created in his Image, there to dwell
+And worship him, and in reward to rule
+Over his Works, on Earth, in Sea, or Air,
+And multiply a Race of Worshippers
+Holy and just: thrice happie if they know
+Their happiness, and persevere upright.
+\quad So sung they, and the Empyrean rung,
+With \textit{Halleluiahs}: Thus was Sabbath kept.
+And thy request think now fulfill'd, that ask'd
+How first this World and face of things began,
+And what before thy memorie was don
+From the beginning, that posteritie
+Informd by thee might know; if else thou seekst
+Aught, not surpassing human measure, say.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Adam} gratefully repli'd.
+What thanks sufficient, or what recompence
+Equal have I to render thee, Divine
+Hystorian, who thus largely hast allayd
+The theirst I had of knowledge, and voutsaf't
+This friendly condescention to relate
+Things else by me unsearchable, now heard
+\textit{Vv}ith wonder, but delight, and, as is due,
+With glorie attributed to the high
+Creator; some thing yet of doubt remaines,
+\textit{Vv}hich onely thy solution can resolve.
+\textit{Vv}hen I behold this goodly Frame, this \textit{Vv}orld
+Of Heav'n and Earth consisting, and compute,
+Their magnitudes, this Earth a spot, a graine,
+An Atom, with the Firmament compar'd
+And all her numberd Starrs, that seem to rowle
+Spaces incomprehensible (for such
+Their distance argues and their swift return
+Diurnal) meerly to officiate light
+Round this opacous Earth, this punctual spot,
+One day and night; in all their vast survey
+Useless besides, reasoning I oft admire,
+How Nature wise and frugal could commit
+Such disproportions, with superfluous hand
+So many nobler Bodies to create,
+Greater so manifold to this one use,
+For aught appeers, and on their Orbs impose
+Such restless revolution day by day
+Repeated, while the sedentarie Earth,
+That better might with farr less compass move,
+Serv'd by more noble then her self, attaines
+Her end without least motion, and receaves,
+As Tribute such a sumless journey brought
+Of incorporeal speed, her warmth and light;
+Speed, to describe whose swiftness Number failes.
+\quad So spake our Sire, and by his count'nance seemd
+Entring on studious thoughts abstruse, which \textit{Eve}
+Perceaving where she sat retir'd in sight,
+With lowliness Majestic from her seat,
+And Grace that won who saw to wish her stay,
+Rose, and went forth among her Fruits and Flours,
+To visit how they prosper'd, bud and bloom,
+Her Nurserie; they at her coming sprung
+And toucht by her fair tendance gladlier grew.
+Yet went she not, as not with such discourse
+Delighted, or not capable her eare
+Of what was high: such pleasure she reserv'd,
+\textit{Adam} relating, she sole Auditress;
+Her Husband the Relater she preferr'd
+Before the Angel, and of him to ask
+Chose rather; hee, she knew would intermix
+Grateful digressions, and solve high dispute
+With conjugal Caresses, from his Lip
+Not Words alone pleas'd her. O when meet now
+Such pairs, in Love and mutual Honour joyn'd?
+With Goddess-like demeanour forth she went;
+Not unattended, for on her as Queen
+A pomp of winning Graces waited still,
+And from about her shot Darts of desire
+Into all Eyes to wish her still in sight.
+And \textit{Raphael} now to \textit{Adam}'s doubt propos'd
+Benevolent and facil thus repli'd.
+\quad To ask or search I blame thee not, for Heav'n
+Is as the Book of God before thee set,
+Wherein to read his wondrous Works, and learne
+His Seasons, Hours, or Days, or Months, or Yeares:
+This to attain, whether Heav'n move or Earth,
+Imports not, if thou reck'n right, the rest
+From Man or Angel the great Architect
+Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge
+His secrets to be scann'd by them who ought
+Rather admire; or if they list to try
+Conjecture, he his Fabric of the Heav'ns
+Hath left to their disputes, perhaps to move
+His laughter at their quaint Opinions wide
+Hereafter, when they come to model Heav'n
+And calculate the Starrs, how they will weild
+The mightie frame, how build, unbuild, contrive
+To save appeerances, how gird the Sphear
+With Centric and Eccentric scribl'd o're,
+Cycle and Epicycle, Orb in Orb:
+Alreadie by thy reasoning this I guess,
+Who art to lead thy ofspring, and supposest
+That Bodies bright and greater should not serve
+The less not bright, nor Heav'n such journies run,
+Earth sitting still, when she alone receaves
+The benefit: consider first, that Great
+Or Bright inferrs not Excellence: the Earth
+Though, in comparison of Heav'n, so small,
+Nor glistering, may of solid good containe
+More plenty then the Sun that barren shines,
+Whose vertue on it self workes no effect,
+But in the fruitful Earth; there first receavd
+His beams, unactive else, their vigor find.
+Yet not to Earth are those bright Luminaries
+Officious, but to thee Earths habitant.
+And for the Heav'ns wide Circuit, let it speak
+The Makers high magnificence, who built
+So spacious, and his Line stretcht out so farr;
+That Man may know he dwells not in his own;
+An Edifice too large for him to fill,
+Lodg'd in a small partition, and the rest
+Ordain'd for uses to his Lord best known.
+The swiftness of those Circles attribute,
+Though numberless, to his Omnipotence,
+That to corporeal substances could adde
+Speed almost Spiritual; mee thou thinkst not slow,
+Who since the Morning hour set out from Heav'n
+Where God resides, and ere mid-day arriv'd
+In \textit{Eden}, distance inexpressible
+By Numbers that have name. But this I urge,
+Admitting Motion in the Heav'ns, to shew
+Invalid that which thee to doubt it mov'd;
+Not that I so affirm, though so it seem
+To thee who hast thy dwelling here on Earth.
+God to remove his wayes from human sense,
+Plac'd Heav'n from Earth so farr, that earthly sight,
+If it presume, might erre in things too high,
+And no advantage gaine. What if the Sun
+Be Center to the World, and other Starrs
+By his attractive vertue and their own
+Incited, dance about him various rounds?
+Their wandring course now high, now low, then hid,
+Progressive, retrograde, or standing still,
+In six thou seest, and what if sev'nth to these
+The Planet Earth, so stedfast though she seem,
+Insensibly three different Motions move?
+Which else to several Sphears thou must ascribe,
+Mov'd contrarie with thwart obliquities,
+Or save the Sun his labour, and that swift
+Nocturnal and Diurnal rhomb suppos'd,
+Invisible else above all Starrs, the Wheele
+Of Day and Night; which needs not thy beleefe,
+If Earth industrious of her self fetch Day
+Travelling East, and with her part averse
+From the Suns beam meet Night, her other part
+Still luminous by his ray. What if that light
+Sent from her through the wide transpicuous aire,
+To the terrestrial Moon be as a Starr
+Enlightning her by Day, as she by Night
+This Earth? reciprocal, if Land be there,
+Feilds and Inhabitants: Her spots thou seest
+As Clouds, and Clouds may rain, and Rain produce
+Fruits in her soft'nd Soile, for some to eate
+Allotted there; and other Suns perhaps
+With their attendant Moons thou wilt descrie
+Communicating Male and Femal Light,
+Which two great Sexes animate the World,
+Stor'd in each Orb perhaps with some that live.
+For such vast room in Nature unpossest
+By living Soule, desert and desolate,
+Onely to shine, yet scarce to contribute
+Each Orb a glimps of Light, conveyd so farr
+Down to this habitable, which returnes
+Light back to them, is obvious to dispute.
+But whether thus these things, or whether not,
+Whether the Sun predominant in Heav'n
+Rise on the Earth, or Earth rise on the Sun,
+Hee from the East his flaming rode begin,
+Or Shee from West her silent course advance
+With inoffensive pace that spinning sleeps
+On her soft Axle, while she paces Eev'n,
+And bears thee soft with the smooth Air along,
+Sollicit not thy thoughts with matters hid,
+Leave them to God above, him serve and feare;
+Of other Creatures, as him pleases best,
+Wherever plac't, let him dispose: joy thou
+In what he gives to thee, this Paradise
+And thy faire \textit{Eve}; Heav'n is for thee too high
+To know what passes there; be lowlie wise:
+Think onely what concernes thee and thy being;
+Dream not of other Worlds, what Creatures there
+Live, in what state, condition or degree,
+Contented that thus farr hath been reveal'd
+Not of Earth onely but of highest Heav'n.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Adam} cleerd of doubt, repli'd.
+How fully hast thou satisfi'd mee, pure
+Intelligence of Heav'n, Angel serene,
+And freed from intricacies, taught to live,
+The easiest way, nor with perplexing thoughts
+To interrupt the sweet of Life, from which
+God hath bid dwell farr off all anxious cares,
+And not molest us, unless we our selves
+Seek them with wandring thoughts, and notions vaine.
+But apt the Mind or Fancie is to roave
+Uncheckt, and of her roaving is no end;
+Till warn'd, or by experience taught, she learne,
+That not to know at large of things remote
+From use, obscure and suttle, but to know
+That which before us lies in daily life,
+Is the prime Wisdom, what is more, is fume,
+Or emptiness, or fond impertinence,
+And renders us in things that most concerne
+Unpractis'd, unprepar'd, and still to seek.
+Therefore from this high pitch let us descend
+A lower flight, and speak of things at hand
+Useful, whence haply mention may arise
+Of somthing not unseasonable to ask
+By sufferance, and thy wonted favour deign'd.
+Thee I have heard relating what was don
+Ere my remembrance: now hear mee relate
+My Storie, which perhaps thou hast not heard;
+And Day is yet not spent; till then thou seest
+How suttly to detaine thee I devise,
+Inviting thee to hear while I relate,
+Fond, were it not in hope of thy reply:
+For while I sit with thee, I seem in Heav'n,
+And sweeter thy discourse is to my eare
+Then Fruits of Palm-tree pleasantest to theirst
+And hunger both, from labour, at the houre
+Of sweet repast; they satiate, and soon fill,
+Though pleasant, but thy words with Grace Divine
+Imbu'd, bring to their sweetness no satietie.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Raphael} answer'd heav'nly meek.
+Nor are thy lips ungraceful, Sire of men,
+Nor tongue ineloquent; for God on thee
+Abundantly his gifts hath also pour'd,
+Inward and outward both, his image faire:
+Speaking or mute all comliness and grace
+Attends thee, and each word, each motion formes.
+Nor less think wee in Heav'n of thee on Earth
+Then of our fellow servant, and inquire
+Gladly into the wayes of God with Man:
+For God we see hath honour'd thee, and set
+On Man his equal Love: say therefore on;
+For I that Day was absent, as befell,
+Bound on a voyage uncouth and obscure,
+Farr on excursion toward the Gates of Hell;
+Squar'd in full Legion (such command we had)
+To see that none thence issu'd forth a spie,
+Or enemie, while God was in his work,
+Least hee incenst at such eruption bold,
+Destruction with Creation might have mixt.
+Not that they durst without his leave attempt,
+But us he sends upon his high behests
+For state, as Sovran King, and to enure
+Our prompt obedience. Fast we found, fast shut
+The dismal Gates, and barricado'd strong;
+But long ere our approaching heard within
+Noise, other then the sound of Dance or Song,
+Torment, and lowd lament, and furious rage.
+Glad we return'd up to the coasts of Light
+Ere Sabbath Eev'ning: so we had in charge.
+But thy relation now; for I attend,
+Pleas'd with thy words no less then thou with mine.
+\quad So spake the Godlike Power, and thus our Sire.
+For Man to tell how human Life began
+Is hard; for who himself beginning knew?
+Desire with thee still longer to converse
+Induc'd me. As new wak't from soundest sleep
+Soft on the flourie herb I found me laid
+In Balmie Sweat, which with his Beames the Sun
+Soon dri'd, and on the reaking moisture fed.
+Strait toward Heav'n my wondring Eyes I turnd,
+And gaz'd a while the ample Skie, till rais'd
+By quick instinctive motion up I sprung,
+As thitherward endevoring, and upright
+Stood on my feet; about me round I saw
+Hill, Dale, and shadie Woods, and sunnie Plaines,
+And liquid Lapse of murmuring Streams; by these,
+Creatures that livd, and movd, and walk'd, or flew,
+Birds on the branches warbling; all things smil'd,
+With fragrance and with joy my heart oreflow'd.
+My self I then perus'd, and Limb by Limb
+Survey'd, and sometimes went, and sometimes ran
+With supple joints, as lively vigour led:
+But who I was, or where, or from what cause,
+Knew not; to speak I tri'd, and forthwith spake,
+My Tongue obey'd and readily could name
+What e're I saw. Thou Sun, said I, faire Light,
+And thou enlight'nd Earth, so fresh and gay,
+Ye Hills and Dales, ye Rivers, Woods, and Plaines,
+And ye that live and move, fair Creatures, tell,
+Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here?
+Not of my self; by some great Maker then,
+In goodness and in power praeeminent;
+Tell me, how may I know him, how adore,
+From whom I have that thus I move and live,
+And feel that I am happier then I know.
+While thus I call'd, and stray'd I knew not whither,
+From where I first drew Aire, and first beheld
+This happie Light, when answer none return'd,
+On a green shadie Bank profuse of Flours
+Pensive I sate me down; there gentle sleep
+First found me, and with soft oppression seis'd
+My droused sense, untroubl'd, though I thought
+I then was passing to my former state
+Insensible, and forthwith to dissolve:
+When suddenly stood at my Head a dream,
+Whose inward apparition gently mov'd
+My Fancy to believe I yet had being,
+And livd: One came, methought, of shape Divine,
+And said, thy Mansion wants thee, \textit{Adam}, rise,
+First Man, of Men innumerable ordain'd
+First Father, call'd by thee I come thy Guide
+To the Garden of bliss, thy seat prepar'd.
+So saying, by the hand he took me rais'd,
+And over Fields and Waters, as in Aire
+Smooth sliding without step, last led me up
+A woodie Mountain; whose high top was plaine,
+A Circuit wide, enclos'd, with goodliest Trees
+Planted, with Walks, and Bowers, that what I saw
+Of Earth before scarse pleasant seemd. Each Tree
+Load'n with fairest Fruit, that hung to the Eye
+Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite
+To pluck and eate; whereat I wak'd, and found
+Before mine Eyes all real, as the dream
+Had lively shadowd: Here had new begun
+My wandring, had not hee who was my Guide
+Up hither, from among the Trees appeer'd,
+Presence Divine. Rejoycing, but with aw
+In adoration at his feet I fell
+Submiss: he rear'd me, and Whom thou soughtst I am,
+Said mildely, Author of all this thou seest
+Above, or round about thee or beneath.
+This Paradise I give thee, count it thine
+To Till and keep, and of the Fruit to eate:
+Of every Tree that in the Garden growes
+Eate freely with glad heart; fear here no dearth:
+But of the Tree whose operation brings
+Knowledg of good and ill, which I have set
+The Pledge of thy Obedience and thy Faith,
+Amid the Garden by the Tree of Life,
+Remember what I warne thee, shun to taste,
+And shun the bitter consequence: for know,
+The day thou eat'st thereof, my sole command
+Transgrest, inevitably thou shalt dye;
+From that day mortal, and this happie State
+Shalt loose, expell'd from hence into a World
+Of woe and sorrow. Sternly he pronounc'd
+The rigid interdiction, which resounds
+Yet dreadful in mine eare, though in my choice
+Not to incur; but soon his cleer aspect
+Return'd and gratious purpose thus renew'd.
+Not onely these fair bounds, but all the Earth
+To thee and to thy Race I give; as Lords
+Possess it, and all things that therein live,
+Or live in Sea, or Aire, Beast, Fish, and Fowle.
+In signe whereof each Bird and Beast behold
+After their kindes; I bring them to receave
+From thee their Names, and pay thee fealtie
+With low subjection; understand the same
+Of Fish within their watry residence,
+Not hither summond, since they cannot change
+Their Element to draw the thinner Aire.
+As thus he spake, each Bird and Beast behold
+Approaching two and two, These cowring low
+With blandishment, each Bird stoop'd on his wing.
+I nam'd them, as they pass'd, and understood
+Their Nature, with such knowledg God endu'd
+My sudden apprehension: but in these
+I found not what me thought I wanted still;
+And to the Heav'nly vision thus presum'd.
+\quad O by what Name, for thou above all these,
+Above mankinde, or aught then mankinde higher,
+Surpassest farr my naming, how may I
+Adore thee, Author of this Universe,
+And all this good to man, for whose well being
+So amply, and with hands so liberal
+Thou hast provided all things: but with mee
+I see not who partakes. In solitude
+What happiness, who can enjoy alone,
+Or all enjoying, what contentment find?
+Thus I presumptuous; and the vision bright,
+As with a smile more bright'nd, thus repli'd.
+\quad What call'st thou solitude, is not the Earth
+With various living creatures, and the Aire
+Replenisht, and all these at thy command
+To come and play before thee, know'st thou not
+Their language and their wayes, they also know,
+And reason not contemptibly; with these
+Find pastime, and beare rule; thy Realm is large.
+So spake the Universal Lord, and seem'd
+So ordering. I with leave of speech implor'd,
+And humble deprecation thus repli'd.
+\quad Let not my words offend thee, Heav'nly Power,
+My Maker, be propitious while I speak.
+Hast thou not made me here thy substitute,
+And these inferiour farr beneath me set?
+Among unequals what societie
+Can sort, what harmonie or true delight?
+Which must be mutual, in proportion due
+Giv'n and receiv'd; but in disparitie
+The one intense, the other still remiss
+Cannot well suite with either, but soon prove
+Tedious alike: Of fellowship I speak
+Such as I seek, fit to participate
+All rational delight, wherein the brute
+Cannot be human consort; they rejoyce
+Each with their kinde, Lion with Lioness;
+So fitly them in pairs thou hast combin'd;
+Much less can Bird with Beast, or Fish with Fowle
+So well converse, nor with the Ox the Ape;
+Wors then can Man with Beast, and least of all.
+\quad Whereto th' Almighty answer'd, not displeas'd.
+A nice and suttle happiness I see
+Thou to thy self proposest, in the choice
+Of thy Associates, \textit{Adam}, and wilt taste
+No pleasure, though in pleasure, solitarie.
+What thinkst thou then of mee, and this my State,
+Seem I to thee sufficiently possest
+Of happiness, or not? who am alone
+From all Eternitie, for none I know
+Second to mee or like, equal much less.
+How have I then with whom to hold converse
+Save with the Creatures which I made, and those
+To me inferiour, infinite descents
+Beneath what other Creatures are to thee?
+\quad He ceas'd, I lowly answer'd. To attaine
+The highth and depth of thy Eternal wayes
+All human thoughts come short, Supream of things;
+Thou in thy self art perfet, and in thee
+Is no deficience found; not so is Man,
+But in degree, the cause of his desire
+By conversation with his like to help,
+Or solace his defects. No need that thou
+Shouldst propagat, already infinite;
+And through all numbers absolute, though One;
+But Man by number is to manifest
+His single imperfection, and beget
+Like of his like, his Image multipli'd,
+In unitie defective, which requires
+Collateral love, and deerest amitie.
+Thou in thy secresie although alone,
+Best with thy self accompanied, seek'st not
+Social communication, yet so pleas'd,
+Canst raise thy Creature to what highth thou wilt
+Of Union or Communion, deifi'd;
+I by conversing cannot these erect
+From prone, nor in their wayes complacence find.
+Thus I embold'nd spake, and freedom us'd
+Permissive, and acceptance found, which gain'd
+This answer from the gratious voice Divine.
+\quad Thus farr to try thee, \textit{Adam}, I was pleas'd,
+And finde thee knowing not of Beasts alone,
+Which thou hast rightly nam'd, but of thy self,
+Expressing well the spirit within thee free,
+My Image, not imparted to the Brute,
+Whose fellowship therefore unmeet for thee
+Good reason was thou freely shouldst dislike,
+And be so minded still; I, ere thou spak'st,
+Knew it not good for Man to be alone,
+And no such companie as then thou saw'st
+Intended thee, for trial onely brought,
+To see how thou could'st judge of fit and meet:
+What next I bring shall please thee, be assur'd,
+Thy likeness, thy fit help, thy other self,
+Thy wish, exactly to thy hearts desire.
+\quad Hee ended, or I heard no more, for now
+My earthly by his Heav'nly overpowerd,
+Which it had long stood under, streind to the highth
+In that celestial Colloquie sublime,
+As with an object that excels the sense,
+Dazl'd and spent, sunk down, and sought repair
+Of sleep, which instantly fell on me, call'd
+By Nature as in aide, and clos'd mine eyes.
+Mine eyes he clos'd, but op'n left the Cell
+Of Fancie my internal sight, by which
+Abstract as in a transe methought I saw,
+Though sleeping, where I lay, and saw the shape
+Still glorious before whom awake I stood;
+Who stooping op'nd my left side, and took
+From thence a Rib, with cordial spirits warme,
+And Life-blood streaming fresh; wide was the wound,
+But suddenly with flesh fill'd up and heal'd:
+The Rib he formd and fashond with his hands;
+Under his forming hands a Creature grew,
+Manlike, but different sex, so lovly faire,
+That what seemd fair in all the World, seemd now
+Mean, or in her summd up, in her containd
+And in her looks, which from that time infus'd
+Sweetness into my heart, unfelt before,
+And into all things from her Aire inspir'd
+The spirit of love and amorous delight.
+She disappeerd, and left me dark, I wak'd
+To find her, or for ever to deplore
+Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure:
+When out of hope, behold her, not farr off,
+Such as I saw her in my dream, adornd
+With what all Earth or Heaven could bestow
+To make her amiable: On she came,
+Led by her Heav'nly Maker, though unseen,
+And guided by his voice, nor uninformd
+Of nuptial Sanctitie and marriage Rites:
+Grace was in all her steps, Heav'n in her Eye,
+In every gesture dignitie and love.
+I overjoyd could not forbear aloud.
+\quad This turn hath made amends; thou hast fulfill'd
+Thy words, Creator bounteous and benigne,
+Giver of all things faire, but fairest this
+Of all thy gifts, nor enviest. I now see
+Bone of my Bone, Flesh of my Flesh, my Self
+Before me; Woman is her Name, of Man
+Extracted; for this cause he shall forgoe
+Father and Mother, and to his Wife adhere;
+And they shall be one Flesh, one Heart, one Soule.
+\quad She heard me thus, and though divinely brought,
+Yet Innocence and Virgin Modestie,
+Her vertue and the conscience of her worth,
+That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won,
+Not obvious, not obtrusive, but retir'd,
+The more desirable, or to say all,
+Nature her self, though pure of sinful thought,
+Wrought in her so, that seeing me, she turn'd;
+I follow'd her, she what was Honour knew,
+And with obsequious Majestie approv'd
+My pleaded reason. To the Nuptial Bowre
+I led her blushing like the Morn: all Heav'n,
+And happie Constellations on that houre
+Shed their selectest influence; the Earth
+Gave sign of gratulation, and each Hill;
+Joyous the Birds; fresh Gales and gentle Aires
+Whisper'd it to the Woods, and from their wings
+Flung Rose, flung Odours from the spicie Shrub,
+Disporting, till the amorous Bird of Night
+Sung Spousal, and bid haste the Eevning Starr
+On his Hill top, to light the bridal Lamp.
+Thus I have told thee all my State, and brought
+My Storie to the sum of earthly bliss
+Which I enjoy, and must confess to find
+In all things else delight indeed, but such
+As us'd or not, works in the mind no change,
+Nor vehement desire, these delicacies
+I mean of Taste, Sight, Smell, Herbs, Fruits, and Flours,
+Walks, and the melodie of Birds; but here
+Farr otherwise, transported I behold,
+Transported touch; here passion first I felt,
+Commotion strange, in all enjoyments else
+Superiour and unmov'd, here onely weake
+Against the charm of Beauties powerful glance.
+Or Nature faild in mee, and left some part
+Not proof enough such Object to sustain,
+Or from my side subducting, took perhaps
+More then enough; at least on her bestow'd
+Too much of Ornament, in outward shew
+Elaborate, of inward less exact.
+For well I understand in the prime end
+Of Nature her th' inferiour, in the mind
+And inward Faculties, which most excell,
+In outward also her resembling less
+His Image who made both, and less expressing
+The character of that Dominion giv'n
+O're other Creatures; yet when I approach
+Her loveliness, so absolute she seems
+And in her self compleat, so well to know
+Her own, that what she wills to do or say,
+Seems wisest, vertuousest, discreetest, best;
+All higher knowledge in her presence falls
+Degraded, Wisdom in discourse with her
+Looses discount'nanc't, and like folly shewes;
+Authoritie and Reason on her waite,
+As one intended first, not after made
+Occasionally; and to consummate all,
+Greatness of mind and nobleness their seat
+Build in her loveliest, and create an awe
+About her, as a guard Angelic plac't.
+To whom the Angel with contracted brow.
+\quad Accuse not Nature, she hath don her part;
+Do thou but thine, and be not diffident
+Of Wisdom, she deserts thee not, if thou
+Dismiss not her, when most thou needst her nigh,
+By attributing overmuch to things
+Less excellent, as thou thy self perceav'st.
+For what admir'st thou, what transports thee so,
+An outside? fair no doubt, and worthy well
+Thy cherishing, thy honouring, and thy love,
+Not thy subjection: weigh with her thy self;
+Then value: Oft times nothing profits more
+Then self-esteem, grounded on just and right
+Well manag'd; of that skill the more thou know'st,
+The more she will acknowledge thee her Head,
+And to realities yeild all her shows;
+Made so adorn for thy delight the more,
+So awful, that with honour thou maist love
+Thy mate, who sees when thou art seen least wise.
+But if the sense of touch whereby mankind
+Is propagated seem such dear delight
+Beyond all other, think the same voutsaf't
+To Cattel and each Beast; which would not be
+To them made common and divulg'd, if aught
+Therein enjoy'd were worthy to subdue
+The Soule of Man, or passion in him move.
+What higher in her societie thou findst
+Attractive, human, rational, love still;
+In loving thou dost well, in passion not,
+Wherein true Love consists not; love refines
+The thoughts, and heart enlarges, hath his seat
+In Reason, and is judicious, is the scale
+By which to heav'nly Love thou maist ascend,
+Not sunk in carnal pleasure, for which cause
+Among the Beasts no Mate for thee was found.
+\quad To whom thus half abash't \textit{Adam} repli'd.
+Neither her out-side formd so fair, nor aught
+In procreation common to all kindes
+(Though higher of the genial Bed by far,
+And with mysterious reverence I deem)
+So much delights me, as those graceful acts,
+Those thousand decencies that daily flow
+From all her words and actions, mixt with Love
+And sweet compliance, which declare unfeign'd
+Union of Mind, or in us both one Soule;
+Harmonie to behold in wedded pair
+More grateful then harmonious sound to the eare.
+Yet these subject not; I to thee disclose
+What inward thence I feel, not therefore foild,
+Who meet with various objects, from the sense
+Variously representing; yet still free
+Approve the best, and follow what I approve.
+To love thou blam'st me not, for love thou saist
+Leads up to Heav'n, is both the way and guide;
+Bear with me then, if lawful what I ask;
+Love not the heav'nly Spirits, and how their Love
+Express they, by looks onely, or do they mix
+Irradiance, virtual or immediate touch?
+\quad To whom the Angel with a smile that glow'd
+Celestial rosie red, Loves proper hue,
+Answer'd. Let it suffice thee that thou know'st
+Us happie, and without Love no happiness.
+Whatever pure thou in the body enjoy'st
+(And pure thou wert created) we enjoy
+In eminence, and obstacle find none
+Of membrane, joynt, or limb, exclusive barrs:
+Easier then Air with Air, if Spirits embrace,
+Total they mix, Union of Pure with Pure
+Desiring; nor restrain'd conveyance need
+As Flesh to mix with Flesh, or Soul with Soul.
+But I can now no more; the parting Sun
+Beyond the Earths green Cape and verdant Isles
+\textit{Hesperean} sets, my Signal to depart.
+Be strong, live happie, and love, but first of all
+Him whom to love is to obey, and keep
+His great command; take heed least Passion sway
+Thy Judgement to do aught, which else free Will
+Would not admit; thine and of all thy Sons
+The weal or woe in thee is plac't; beware.
+I in thy persevering shall rejoyce,
+And all the Blest: stand fast; to stand or fall
+Free in thine own Arbitrement it lies.
+Perfet within, no outward aid require;
+And all temptation to transgress repel.
+\quad So saying, he arose; whom \textit{Adam} thus
+Follow'd with benediction. Since to part,
+Go heavenly Guest, Ethereal Messenger,
+Sent from whose sovran goodness I adore.
+Gentle to me and affable hath been
+Thy condescension, and shall be honour'd ever
+With grateful Memorie: thou to mankind
+Be good and friendly still, and oft return.
+\quad So parted they, the Angel up to Heav'n
+From the thick shade, and \textit{Adam} to his Bowre.
+
+
+\Book
+
+No more of talk where God or Angel Guest
+With Man, as with his Friend, familiar us'd
+To sit indulgent, and with him partake
+Rural repast, permitting him the while
+Venial discourse unblam'd: I now must change
+Those Notes to Tragic; foul distrust, and breach
+Disloyal on the part of Man, revolt
+And disobedience: On the part of Heav'n
+Now alienated, distance and distaste,
+Anger and just rebuke, and judgement giv'n,
+That brought into this World a world of woe,
+Sinne and her shadow Death, and Miserie
+Deaths Harbinger: Sad task, yet argument
+Not less but more Heroic then the wrauth
+Of stern \textit{Achilles} on his Foe pursu'd
+Thrice Fugitive about \textit{Troy} Wall; or rage
+Of \textit{Turnus} for \textit{Lavinia} disespous'd,
+Or \textit{Neptun}'s ire or \textit{Juno}'s, that so long
+Perplex'd the \textit{Greek} and \textit{Cytherea}'s Son;
+If answerable style I can obtaine
+Of my Celestial Patroness, who deignes
+Her nightly visitation unimplor'd,
+And dictates to me slumbring, or inspires
+Easie my unpremeditated Verse:
+Since first this subject for Heroic Song
+Pleas'd me long choosing, and beginning late;
+Not sedulous by Nature to indite
+Warrs, hitherto the onely Argument
+Heroic deem'd, chief maistrie to dissect
+With long and tedious havoc fabl'd Knights
+In Battels feign'd; the better fortitude
+Of Patience and Heroic Martyrdom
+Unsung; or to describe Races and Games,
+Or tilting Furniture, emblazon'd Shields,
+Impreses quaint, Caparisons and Steeds;
+Bases and tinsel Trappings, gorgious Knights
+At Joust and Torneament; then marshal'd Feast
+Serv'd up in Hall with Sewers, and Seneshals;
+The skill of Artifice or Office mean,
+Not that which justly gives Heroic name
+To Person or to Poem. Mee of these
+Nor skilld nor studious, higher Argument
+Remaines, sufficient of it self to raise
+That name, unless an age too late, or cold
+Climat, or Years damp my intended wing
+Deprest, and much they may, if all be mine,
+Not Hers who brings it nightly to my Ear.
+\quad The Sun was sunk, and after him the Starr
+Of \textit{Hesperus}, whose Office is to bring
+Twilight upon the Earth, short Arbiter
+Twixt Day and Night, and now from end to end
+Nights Hemisphere had veild the Horizon round:
+When \textit{Satan} who late fled before the threats
+Of \textit{Gabriel} out of \textit{Eden}, now improv'd
+In meditated fraud and malice, bent
+On mans destruction, maugre what might hap
+Of heavier on himself, fearless return'd.
+By Night he fled, and at Midnight return'd
+From compassing the Earth, cautious of day,
+Since \textit{Uriel} Regent of the Sun descri'd
+His entrance, and forewarnd the Cherubim
+That kept their watch; thence full of anguish driv'n,
+The space of seven continu'd Nights he rode
+With darkness, thrice the Equinoctial Line
+He circl'd, four times cross'd the Carr of Night
+From Pole to Pole, traversing each Colure;
+On the eighth return'd, and on the Coast averse
+From entrance or Cherubic Watch, by stealth
+Found unsuspected way. There was a place,
+Now not, though Sin, not Time, first wraught the change,
+Where \textit{Tigris} at the foot of Paradise
+Into a Gulf shot under ground, till part
+Rose up a Fountain by the Tree of Life;
+In with the River sunk, and with it rose
+Satan involv'd in rising Mist, then sought
+Where to lie hid; Sea he had searcht and Land
+From \textit{Eden} over \textit{Pontus}, and the Poole
+\textit{Maeotis}, up beyond the River \textit{Ob};
+Downward as farr Antartic; and in length
+West from \textit{Orantes} to the Ocean barr'd
+At \textit{Darien}, thence to the Land where flowes
+\textit{Ganges} and \textit{Indus}: thus the Orb he roam'd
+With narrow search; and with inspection deep
+Consider'd every Creature, which of all
+Most opportune might serve his Wiles, and found
+The Serpent suttlest Beast of all the Field.
+Him after long debate, irresolute
+Of thoughts revolv'd, his final sentence chose
+Fit Vessel, fittest Imp of fraud, in whom
+To enter, and his dark suggestions hide
+From sharpest sight: for in the wilie Snake,
+Whatever sleights none would suspicious mark,
+As from his wit and native suttletie
+Proceeding, which in other Beasts observ'd
+Doubt might beget of Diabolic pow'r
+Active within beyond the sense of brute.
+Thus he resolv'd, but first from inward griefe
+His bursting passion into plaints thus pour'd:
+\quad O Earth, how like to Heav'n, if not preferrd
+More justly, Seat worthier of Gods, as built
+With second thoughts, reforming what was old!
+For what God after better worse would build?
+Terrestrial Heav'n, danc't round by other Heav'ns
+That shine, yet bear their bright officious Lamps,
+Light above Light, for thee alone, as seems,
+In thee concentring all their precious beams
+Of sacred influence: As God in Heav'n
+Is Center, yet extends to all, so thou
+Centring receav'st from all those Orbs; in thee,
+Not in themselves, all their known vertue appeers
+Productive in Herb, Plant, and nobler birth
+Of Creatures animate with gradual life
+Of Growth, Sense, Reason, all summ'd up in Man.
+With what delight could I have walkt thee round
+If I could joy in aught, sweet interchange
+Of Hill and Vallie, Rivers, Woods and Plaines,
+Now Land, now Sea, and Shores with Forrest crownd,
+Rocks, Dens, and Caves; but I in none of these
+Find place or refuge; and the more I see
+Pleasures about me, so much more I feel
+Torment within me, as from the hateful siege
+Of contraries; all good to me becomes
+Bane, and in Heav'n much worse would be my state.
+But neither here seek I, no nor in Heav'n
+To dwell, unless by maistring Heav'ns Supreame;
+Nor hope to be my self less miserable
+By what I seek, but others to make such
+As I though thereby worse to me redound:
+For onely in destroying I finde ease
+To my relentless thoughts; and him destroyd,
+Or won to what may work his utter loss,
+For whom all this was made, all this will soon
+Follow, as to him linkt in weal or woe,
+In wo then; that destruction wide may range:
+To mee shall be the glorie sole among
+The infernal Powers, in one day to have marr'd
+What he \textit{Almightie} styl'd, six Nights and Days
+Continu'd making, and who knows how long
+Before had bin contriving, though perhaps
+Not longer then since I in one Night freed
+From servitude inglorious welnigh half
+Th' Angelic Name, and thinner left the throng
+Of his adorers: hee to be aveng'd,
+And to repaire his numbers thus impair'd,
+Whether such vertue spent of old now faild
+More Angels to Create, if they at least
+Are his Created or to spite us more,
+Determin'd to advance into our room
+A Creature form'd of Earth, and him endow,
+Exalted from so base original,
+With Heav'nly spoils, our spoils: What he decreed
+He effected; Man he made, and for him built
+Magnificent this World, and Earth his seat,
+Him Lord pronounc'd, and, O indignitie!
+Subjected to his service Angel wings,
+And flaming Ministers to watch and tend
+Their earthlie Charge: Of these the vigilance
+I dread, and to elude, thus wrapt in mist
+Of midnight vapor glide obscure, and prie
+In every Bush and Brake, where hap may finde
+The Serpent sleeping, in whose mazie foulds
+To hide me, and the dark intent I bring.
+O foul descent! that I who erst contended
+With Gods to sit the highest, am now constraind
+Into a Beast, and mixt with bestial slime,
+This essence to incarnate and imbrute,
+That to the hight of Deitie aspir'd;
+But what will not Ambition and Revenge
+Descend to? who aspires must down as low
+As high he soard, obnoxious first or last
+To basest things. Revenge, at first though sweet,
+Bitter ere long back on it self recoiles;
+Let it; I reck not, so it light well aim'd,
+Since higher I fall short, on him who next
+Provokes my envie, this new Favorite
+Of Heav'n, this Man of Clay, Son of despite,
+Whom us the more to spite his Maker rais'd
+From dust: spite then with spite is best repaid.
+\quad So saying, through each Thicket Danck or Drie,
+Like a black mist low creeping, he held on
+His midnight search, where soonest he might finde
+The Serpent: him fast sleeping soon he found
+In Labyrinth of many a round self-rowl'd,
+His head the midst, well stor'd with suttle wiles:
+Not yet in horrid Shade or dismal Den,
+Not nocent yet, but on the grassie Herbe
+Fearless unfeard he slept: in at his Mouth
+The Devil enterd, and his brutal sense,
+In heart or head, possessing soon inspir'd
+With act intelligential; but his sleep
+Disturbd not, waiting close th' approach of Morn.
+Now whenas sacred Light began to dawne
+In \textit{Eden} on the humid Flours, that breathd
+Their morning Incense, when all things that breath,
+From th' Earths great Altar send up silent praise
+To the Creator, and his Nostrils fill
+With gratefull Smell, forth came the human pair
+And joynd their vocal Worship to the Quire
+Of Creatures wanting voice, that done, partake
+The season, prime for sweetest Sents and Aires:
+Then commune how that day they best may ply
+Their growing work: for much their work outgrew
+The hands dispatch of two Gardning so wide.
+And \textit{Eve} first to her Husband thus began.
+\quad \textit{Adam}, well may we labour still to dress
+This Garden, still to tend Plant, Herb and Flour.
+Our pleasant task enjoyn'd, but till more hands
+Aid us, the work under our labour grows,
+Luxurious by restraint; what we by day
+Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind,
+One night or two with wanton growth derides
+Tending to wilde. Thou therefore now advise
+Or hear what to my mind first thoughts present,
+Let us divide our labours, thou where choice
+Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind
+The Woodbine round this Arbour, or direct
+The clasping Ivie where to climb, while I
+In yonder Spring of Roses intermixt
+With Myrtle, find what to redress till Noon:
+For while so near each other thus all day
+Our task we choose, what wonder if no near
+Looks intervene and smiles, or object new
+Casual discourse draw on, which intermits
+Our dayes work brought to little, though begun
+Early, and th' hour of Supper comes unearn'd.
+\quad To whom mild answer \textit{Adam} thus return'd.
+Sole \textit{Eve}, Associate sole, to me beyond
+Compare above all living Creatures deare,
+Well hast thou motion'd, wel thy thoughts imployd
+How we might best fulfill the work which here
+God hath assign'd us, nor of me shalt pass
+Unprais'd: for nothing lovelier can be found
+In woman, then to studie houshold good,
+And good workes in her Husband to promote.
+Yet not so strictly hath our Lord impos'd
+Labour, as to debarr us when we need
+Refreshment, whether food, or talk between,
+Food of the mind, or this sweet intercourse
+Of looks and smiles, for smiles from Reason flow,
+To brute deni'd, and are of Love the food,
+Love not the lowest end of human life.
+For not to irksom toile, but to delight
+He made us, and delight to Reason joyn'd.
+These paths and Bowers doubt not but our joynt
+Will keep from Wilderness with ease, as wide
+As we need walk, till younger hands ere long
+Assist us: But if much converse perhaps
+Thee satiate, to short absence I could yeild.
+For solitude somtimes is best societie,
+And short retirement urges sweet returne.
+But other doubt possesses me, least harm
+Befall thee sever'd from me; for thou knowst
+What hath bin warn'd us, what malicious Foe
+Envying our happiness, and of his own
+Despairing, seeks to work us woe and shame
+By sly assault; and somwhere nigh at hand
+Watches, no doubt, with greedy hope to find
+His wish and best advantage, us asunder,
+Hopeless to circumvent us joynd, where each
+To other speedie aide might lend at need;
+Whether his first design be to withdraw
+Our fealtie from God, or to disturb
+Conjugal Love, then which perhaps no bliss
+Enjoy'd by us excites his envie more;
+Or this, or worse, leave not the faithful side
+That gave thee being, stil shades thee and protects.
+The Wife, where danger or dishonour lurks,
+Safest and seemliest by her Husband staies,
+Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.
+\quad To whom the Virgin Majestie of \textit{Eve},
+As one who loves, and some unkindness meets,
+With sweet austeer composure thus reply'd.
+\quad Ofspring of Heav'n and Earth, and all Earths Lord,
+That such an enemie we have, who seeks
+Our ruin, both by thee informd I learne,
+And from the parting Angel over-heard
+As in a shadie nook I stood behind,
+Just then returnd at shut of Evening Flours.
+But that thou shouldst my firmness therefore doubt
+To God or thee, because we have a foe
+May tempt it, I expected not to hear.
+His violence thou fearst not, being such,
+As wee, not capable of death or paine,
+Can either not receave, or can repell.
+His fraud is then thy fear, which plain inferrs
+Thy equal fear that my firm Faith and Love
+Can by his fraud be shak'n or seduc't;
+Thoughts, which how found they harbour in thy Brest,
+\textit{Adam}, misthought of her to thee so dear?
+\quad To whom with healing words \textit{Adam} reply'd.
+Daughter of God and Man, immortal \textit{Eve},
+For such thou art, from sin and blame entire:
+Not diffident of thee do I dissuade
+Thy absence from my sight, but to avoid
+Th' attempt it self, intended by our Foe.
+For hee who tempts, though in vain, at least asperses
+The tempted with dishonour foul, suppos'd
+Not incorruptible of Faith, not prooff
+Against temptation: thou thy self with scorne
+And anger wouldst resent the offer'd wrong,
+Though ineffectual found: misdeem not then,
+If such affront I labour to avert
+From thee alone, which on us both at once
+The Enemie, though bold, will hardly dare,
+Or daring, first on mee th' assault shall light.
+Nor thou his malice and false guile contemn;
+Suttle he needs must be, who could seduce
+Angels, nor think superfluous others aid.
+I from the influence of thy looks receave
+Access in every Vertue, in thy sight
+More wise, more watchful, stronger, if need were
+Of outward strength; while shame, thou looking on,
+Shame to be overcome or over-reacht
+Would utmost vigor raise, and rais'd unite.
+Why shouldst not thou like sense within thee feel
+When I am present, and thy trial choose
+With me, best witness of thy Vertue tri'd.
+\quad So spake domestick \textit{Adam} in his care
+And Matrimonial Love, but \textit{Eve}, who thought
+Less attributed to her Faith sincere,
+Thus her reply with accent sweet renewd.
+\quad If this be our condition, thus to dwell
+In narrow circuit strait'nd by a Foe,
+Suttle or violent, we not endu'd
+Single with like defence, wherever met,
+How are we happie, still in fear of harm?
+But harm precedes not sin: onely our Foe
+Tempting affronts us with his foul esteem
+Of our integritie: his foul esteeme
+Sticks no dishonor on our Front, but turns
+Foul on himself; then wherfore shund or feard
+By us? who rather double honour gaine
+From his surmise prov'd false, finde peace within,
+Favour from Heav'n, our witness from th' event.
+And what is Faith, Love, Vertue unassaid
+Alone, without exterior help sustaind?
+Let us not then suspect our happie State
+Left so imperfet by the Maker wise,
+As not secure to single or combin'd.
+Fraile is our happiness, if this be so,
+And \textit{Eden} were no \textit{Eden} thus expos'd.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Adam} fervently repli'd.
+O Woman, best are all things as the will
+Of God ordaind them, his creating hand
+Nothing imperfet or deficient left
+Of all that he Created, much less Man,
+Or ought that might his happie State secure,
+Secure from outward force; within himself
+The danger lies, yet lies within his power:
+Against his will he can receave no harme.
+But God left free the Will, for what obeyes
+Reason, is free, and Reason he made right,
+But bid her well beware, and still erect,
+Least by some faire appeering good surpris'd
+She dictate false, and missinforme the Will
+To do what God expresly hath forbid.
+Not then mistrust, but tender love enjoynes,
+That I should mind thee oft, and mind thou me.
+Firm we subsist, yet possible to swerve,
+Since Reason not impossibly may meet
+Some specious object by the Foe subornd,
+And fall into deception unaware,
+Not keeping strictest watch, as she was warnd.
+Seek not temptation then, which to avoide
+Were better, and most likelie if from mee
+Thou sever not; Trial will come unsought.
+Wouldst thou approve thy constancie, approve
+First thy obedience; th' other who can know,
+Not seeing thee attempted, who attest?
+But if thou think, trial unsought may finde
+Us both securer then thus warnd thou seemst,
+Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more;
+Go in thy native innocence, relie
+On what thou hast of vertue, summon all,
+For God towards thee hath done his part, do thine.
+\quad So spake the Patriarch of Mankinde, but \textit{Eve}
+Persisted, yet submiss, though last, repli'd.
+\quad With thy permission then, and thus forewarnd
+Chiefly by what thy own last reasoning words
+Touchd onely, that our trial, when least sought,
+May finde us both perhaps farr less prepar'd,
+The willinger I goe, nor much expect
+A Foe so proud will first the weaker seek;
+So bent, the more shall shame him his repulse.
+Thus saying, from her Husbands hand her hand
+Soft she withdrew, and like a Wood-Nymph light
+\textit{Oread} or \textit{Dryad}, or of \textit{Delia}'s Traine,
+Betook her to the Groves, but \textit{Delia}'s self
+In gate surpass'd and Goddess-like deport,
+Though not as shee with Bow and Quiver armd,
+But with such Gardning Tools as Are yet rude,
+Guiltless of fire had formd, or Angels brought,
+To \textit{Pales}, or \textit{Pomona}, thus adornd,
+Likest she seemd, \textit{Pomona} when she fled
+\textit{Vertumnus}, or to \textit{Ceres} in her Prime,
+Yet Virgin of \textit{Proserpina} from \textit{Jove}.
+Her long with ardent look his \textit{Eye} pursu'd
+Delighted, but desiring more her stay.
+Oft he to her his charge of quick returne,
+Repeated, shee to him as oft engag'd
+To be returnd by Noon amid the Bowre,
+And all things in best order to invite
+Noontide repast, or Afternoons repose.
+O much deceav'd, much failing, hapless \textit{Eve},
+Of thy presum'd return! event perverse!
+Thou never from that houre in Paradise
+Foundst either sweet repast, or found repose;
+Such ambush hid among sweet Flours and Shades
+Waited with hellish rancor imminent
+To intercept thy way, or send thee back
+Despoild of Innocence, of Faith, of Bliss.
+For now, and since first break of dawne the Fiend,
+Meer Serpent in appearance, forth was come,
+And on his Quest, where likeliest he might finde
+The onely two of Mankinde, but in them
+The whole included Race, his purposd prey.
+In Bowre and Field he sought, where any tuft
+Of Grove or Garden-Plot more pleasant lay,
+Their tendance or Plantation for delight,
+By Fountain or by shadie Rivulet
+He sought them both, but wish'd his hap might find
+\textit{Eve} separate, he wish'd, but not with hope
+Of what so seldom chanc'd, when to his wish,
+Beyond his hope, \textit{Eve} separate he spies,
+Veild in a Cloud of Fragrance, where she stood,
+Half spi'd, so thick the Roses bushing round
+About her glowd, oft stooping to support
+Each Flour of slender stalk, whose head though gay
+Carnation, Purple, Azure, or spect with Gold,
+Hung drooping unsustaind, them she upstaies
+Gently with Mirtle band, mindless the while,
+Her self, though fairest unsupported Flour,
+From her best prop so farr, and storn so nigh.
+Neererhe drew, and many a walk travers'd
+Of stateliest Covert, Cedar, Pine, or Palme,
+Then voluble and bold, now hid, now seen
+Among thick-wov'n Arborets and Flours
+Imborderd on each Bank, the hand of \textit{Eve}:
+Spot more delicious then those Gardens feign'd
+Or of reviv'd \textit{Adonis}, or renownd
+\textit{Alcinous}, host of old \textit{Laertes} Son,
+Or that, not Mystic, where the Sapient King
+Held dalliance with his faire \textit{Egyptian} Spouse.
+Much hee the Place admir'd, the Person more.
+As one who long in populous City pent,
+Where Houses thick and Sewers annoy the Aire,
+Forth issuing on a Summers Morn, to breathe
+Among the pleasant Villages and Farmes
+Adjoynd, from each thing met conceaves delight,
+The smell of Grain, or tedded Grass, or Kine,
+Or Dairie, each rural sight, each rural sound;
+If chance with Nymphlike step fair Virgin pass,
+What pleasing seemd, for her now pleases more,
+She most, and in her look summs all Delight.
+Such Pleasure took the Serpent to behold
+This Flourie Plat, the sweet recess of \textit{Eve}
+Thus earlie, thus alone; her Heav'nly forme
+Angelic, but more soft, and Feminine,
+Her graceful Innocence, her every Aire
+Of gesture or lest action overawd
+His Malice, and with rapine sweet bereav'd
+His fierceness of the fierce intent it brought:
+That space the Evil one abstracted stood
+From his own evil, and for the time remaind
+Stupidly good, of enmitie disarm'd,
+Of guile, of hate, of envie, of revenge;
+But the hot Hell that alwayes in him burnes,
+Though in mid Heav'n, soon ended his delight,
+And tortures him now more, the more he sees
+Of pleasure not for him ordain'd: then soon
+Fierce hate he recollects, and all his thoughts
+Of mischief, gratulating, thus excites.
+\quad Thoughts, whither have he led me, with what sweet
+Compulsion thus transported to forget
+What hither brought us, hate, not love, nor hope
+Of Paradise for Hell, hope here to taste
+Of pleasure, but all pleasure to destroy,
+Save what is in destroying, other joy
+To me is lost. Then let me not let pass
+Occasion which now smiles, behold alone
+The Woman, opportune to all attempts,
+Her Husband, for I view far round, not nigh,
+Whose higher intellectual more I shun,
+And strength, of courage hautie, and of limb
+Heroic built, though of terrestrial mould,
+Foe not informidable, exempt from wound,
+I not; so much hath Hell debas'd, and paine
+Infeebl'd me, to what I was in Heav'n.
+Shee fair, divinely fair, fit Love for Gods,
+Not terrible, though terrour be in Love
+And beautie, not approacht by stronger hate,
+Hate stronger, under shew of Love well feign'd,
+The way which to her ruin now I tend.
+\quad So spake the Enemie of Mankind, enclos'd
+In Serpent, Inmate bad, and toward \textit{Eve}
+Address'd his way, not with indented wave,
+Prone on the ground, as since, but on his reare,
+Circular base of rising foulds, that tour'd
+Fould above fould a surging Maze, his Head
+Crested aloft, and Carbuncle his Eyes;
+With burnisht Neck of verdant Gold, erect
+Amidst his circling Spires, that on the grass
+Floted redundant: pleasing was his shape,
+And lovely, never since of Serpent kind
+Lovelier, not those that in \textit{Illyria} chang'd
+\textit{Hermione} and \textit{Cadmus}, or the God
+In \textit{Epidaurus}; nor to which transformd
+\textit{Ammonian} \textit{Jove}, or \textit{Capitoline} was seen,
+Hee with \textit{Olympias}, this with her who bore
+\textit{Scipio} the highth of \textit{Rome}. With tract oblique
+At first, as one who sought access, but feard
+To interrupt, side-long he works his way.
+As when a Ship by skilful Stearsman wrought
+Nigh Rivers mouth or Foreland, where the Wind
+Veres oft, as oft so steers, and shifts her Saile;
+So varied hee, and of his tortuous Traine
+Curld many a wanton wreath in sight of \textit{Eve},
+To lure her Eye; shee busied heard the sound
+Of rusling Leaves, but minded not, as us'd
+To such disport before her through the Field,
+From every Beast, more duteous at her call,
+Then at \textit{Circean} call the Herd disguis'd.
+Hee boulder now, uncall'd before her stood;
+But as in gaze admiring: Oft he bowd
+His turret Crest, and sleek enamel'd Neck,
+Fawning, and lick'd the ground whereon she trod.
+His gentle dumb expression turnd at length
+The Eye of \textit{Eve} to mark his play; he glad
+Of her attention gaind, with Serpent Tongue
+Organic, or impulse of vocal Air,
+His fraudulent temptation thus began.
+\quad Wonder not, sovran Mistress, if perhaps
+Thou canst, who art sole Wonder, much less arm
+Thy looks, the Heav'n of mildness, with disdain,
+Displeas'd that I approach thee thus, and gaze
+Insatiate, I thus single; nor have feard
+Thy awful brow, more awful thus retir'd.
+Fairest resemblance of thy Maker faire,
+Thee all living things gaze on, all things thine
+By gift, and thy Celestial Beautie adore
+With ravishment beheld, there best beheld
+Where universally admir'd; but here
+In this enclosure wild, these Beasts among,
+Beholders rude, and shallow to discerne
+Half what in thee is fair, one man except,
+Who sees thee? (and what is one?) who shouldst be seen
+A Goddess among Gods, ador'd and serv'd
+By Angels numberless, thy daily Train.
+\quad So gloz'd the Tempter, and his Proem tun'd;
+Into the Heart of \textit{Eve} his words made way,
+Though at the voice much marveling; at length
+Not unamaz'd she thus in answer spake.
+What may this mean? Language of Man pronounc't
+By Tongue of Brute, and human sense exprest?
+The first at lest of these I thought deni'd
+To Beasts, whom God on their Creation-Day
+Created mute to all articulat sound;
+The latter I demurre, for in their looks
+Much reason, and in their actions oft appeers.
+Thee, Serpent, suttlest beast of all the field
+I knew, but not with human voice endu'd;
+Redouble then this miracle, and say,
+How cam'st thou speakable of mute, and how
+To me so friendly grown above the rest
+Of brutal kind, that daily are in sight?
+Say, for such wonder claims attention due.
+\quad To whom the guileful Tempter thus reply'd.
+Empress of this fair World, resplendent \textit{Eve},
+Easie to mee it is to tell thee all
+What thou commandst, and right thou shouldst be obeyd:
+I was at first as other Beasts that graze
+The trodden Herb, of abject thoughts and low,
+As was my food, nor aught but food discern'd
+Or Sex, and apprehended nothing high:
+Till on a day roaving the field, I chanc'd
+A goodly Tree farr distant to behold
+Loaden with fruit of fairest colours mixt,
+Ruddie and Gold: I nearer drew to gaze;
+When from the boughes a savorie odour blow'n,
+Grateful to appetite, more pleas'd my sense
+Then smell of sweetest Fenel, or the Teats
+Of Ewe or Goat dropping with Milk at Eevn,
+Unsuckt of Lamb or Kid, that tend their play.
+To satisfie the sharp desire I had
+Of tasting those fair Apples, I resolv'd
+Not to deferr; hunger and theirst at once,
+Powerful perswaders, quick'nd at the scent
+Of that alluring fruit, urg'd me so keene.
+About the Mossie Trunk I wound me soon,
+For high from ground the branches would require
+Thy utmost reach or \textit{Adams}: Round the Tree
+All other Beasts that saw, with like desire
+Longing and envying stood, but could not reach.
+Amid the Tree now got, where plentie hung
+Tempting so nigh, to pluck and eat my fill
+I spar'd not, for such pleasure till that hour
+At Feed or Fountain never had I found.
+Sated at length, ere long I might perceave
+Strange alteration in me, to degree
+Of Reason in my inward Powers, and Speech
+Wanted not long, though to this shape retaind.
+Thenceforth to Speculations high or deep
+I turnd my thoughts, and with capacious mind
+Considerd all things visible in Heav'n,
+Or Earth, or Middle, all things fair and good;
+But all that fair and good in thy Divine
+Semblance, and in thy Beauties heav'nly Ray
+United I beheld; no Fair to thine
+Equivalent or second, which compel'd
+Mee thus, though importune perhaps, to come
+And gaze, and worship thee of right declar'd
+Sovran of Creatures, universal Dame.
+\quad So talk'd the spirited sly Snake; and \textit{Eve}
+Yet more amaz'd unwarie thus reply'd.
+\quad Serpent, thy overpraising leaves in doubt
+The vertue of that Fruit, in thee first prov'd:
+But say, where grows the Tree, from hence how far?
+For many are the Trees of God that grow
+In Paradise, and various, yet unknown
+To us, in such abundance lies our choice,
+As leaves a greater store of Fruit untoucht,
+Still hanging incorruptible, till men
+Grow up to their provision, and more hands
+Help to disburden Nature of her Bearth.
+\quad To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
+Empress, the way is readie, and not long,
+Beyond a row of Myrtles, on a Flat,
+Fast by a Fountain, one small Thicket past
+Of blowing Myrrh and Balme; if thou accept
+My conduct, I can bring thee thither soon.
+\quad Lead then, said \textit{Eve}. Hee leading swiftly rowld
+In tangles, and make intricate seem strait,
+To mischief swift. Hope elevates, and joy
+Bright'ns his Crest, as when a wandring Fire
+Compact of unctuous vapor, which the Night
+Condenses, and the cold invirons round,
+Kindl'd through agitation to a Flame,
+Which oft, they say, some evil Spirit attends,
+Hovering and blazing with delusive Light,
+Misleads th' amaz'd Night-wanderer from his way
+To Boggs and Mires, and oft through Pond or Poole,
+There swallow'd up and lost, from succour farr.
+So glister'd the dire Snake and into fraud
+Led \textit{Eve} our credulous Mother, to the Tree
+Of prohibition, root of all our woe;
+Which when she saw, thus to her guide she spake.
+\quad Serpent, we might have spar'd our coming hither,
+Fruitless to me, though Fruit be here to excess,
+The credit of whose vertue rest with thee,
+Wondrous indeed, if cause of such effects.
+But of this Tree we may not taste nor touch;
+God so commanded, and left that Command
+Sole Daughter of his voice; the rest, we live
+Law to our selves, our Reason is our Law.
+\quad To whom the Tempter guilefully repli'd.
+Indeed? hath God then said that of the Fruit
+Of all these Garden Trees ye shall not eate,
+Yet Lords declar'd of all in Earth or Aire?
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Eve} yet sinless. Of the Fruit
+Of each Tree in the Garden we may eate,
+But of the Fruit of this fair Tree amidst
+The Garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eate
+Thereof, nor shall ye touch it, least ye die.
+\quad She scarse had said, though brief, when now more bold
+The Tempter, but with shew of Zeale and Love
+To Man, and indignation at his wrong,
+New part puts on, and as to passion mov'd,
+Fluctuats disturbd, yet comely, and in act
+Rais'd, as of som great matter to begin.
+As when of old som Orator renound
+In \textit{Athens} or free \textit{Rome}, where Eloquence
+Flourishd, since mute, to som great cause addrest,
+Stood in himself collected, while each part,
+Motion, each act won audience ere the tongue,
+Somtimes in highth began, as no delay
+Of Preface brooking through his Zeal of Right.
+So standing, moving, or to highth upgrown
+The Tempter all impassiond thus began.
+\quad O Sacred, Wise, and Wisdom-giving Plant,
+Mother of Science, Now I feel thy Power
+Within me cleere, not onely to discerne
+Things in their Causes, but to trace the wayes
+Of highest Agents, deemd however wise.
+Queen of this Universe, doe not believe
+Those rigid threats of Death; ye shall not Die:
+How should ye? by the Fruit? it gives you Life
+To Knowledge? By the Threatner, look on mee,
+Mee who have touch'd and tasted, yet both live,
+And life more perfet have attaind then Fate
+Meant mee, by ventring higher then my Lot.
+Shall that be shut to Man, which to the Beast
+Is open? or will God incense his ire
+For such a pretty Trespass, and not praise
+Rather your dauntless vertue, whom the pain
+Of Death denounc't, whatever thing Death be,
+Deterrd not from atchieving what might leade
+To happier life, knowledge of Good and Evil;
+Of good, how just? of evil, if what is evil
+Be real, why not known, since easier shunnd?
+God therefore cannot hurt ye, and be just;
+Not just, not God; not feard then, nor obeid:
+Your feare it self of Death removes the feare.
+Why then was this forbid? Why but to awe,
+Why but to keep ye low and ignorant,
+His worshippers; he knows that in the day
+Ye Eate thereof, your Eyes that seem so cleere,
+Yet are but dim, shall perfetly be then
+Op'nd and cleerd, and ye shall be as Gods,
+Knowing both Good and Evil as they know.
+That ye should be as Gods, since I as Man,
+Internal Man, is but proportion meet,
+I of brute human, yee of human Gods.
+So ye shalt die perhaps, by putting off
+Human, to put on Gods, death to be wisht,
+Though threat'nd, which no worse then this can bring
+And what are Gods that Man may not become
+As they, participating God-like food?
+The Gods are first, and that advantage use
+On our belief, that all from them proceeds,
+I question it, for this fair Earth I see,
+Warm'd by the Sun, producing every kind,
+Them nothing: If they all things, who enclos'd
+Knowledge of Good and Evil in this Tree,
+That whoso eats thereof, forthwith attains
+Wisdom without their leave? and wherein lies
+Th' offence, that Man should thus attain to know?
+What can your knowledge hurt him, or this Tree
+Impart against his will if all be his?
+Or is it envie, and can envie dwell
+In heav'nly brests? these, these and many more
+Causes import your need of this fair Fruit.
+Goddess humane, reach then, and freely taste.
+\quad He ended, and his words replete with guile
+Into her heart too easie entrance won:
+Fixt on the Fruit she gaz'd, which to behold
+Might tempt alone, and in her ears the sound
+Yet rung of his perswasive words, impregn'd
+With Reason, to her seeming, and with Truth;
+Meanwhile the hour of Noon drew on, and wak'd
+An eager appetite, rais'd by the smell
+So savorie of that Fruit, which with desire,
+Inclinable now grown to touch or taste,
+Sollicited her longing eye; yet first
+Pausing a while, thus to her self she mus'd.
+\quad Great are thy Vertues, doubtless, best of Fruits,
+Though kept from Man, and worthy to be admir'd,
+Whose taste, too long forborn, at first assay
+Gave elocution to the mute, and taught
+The Tongue not made for Speech to speak thy praise:
+Thy praise hee also who forbids thy use,
+Conceales not from us, naming thee the Tree
+Of Knowledge, knowledge both of good and evil;
+Forbids us then to taste, but his forbidding
+Commends thee more, while it inferrs the good
+By thee communicated, and our want:
+For good unknown, sure is not had, or had
+And yet unknown, is as not had at all.
+In plain then, what forbids he but to know,
+Forbids us good, forbids us to be wise?
+Such prohibitions binde not. But if Death
+Bind us with after-bands, what profits then
+Our inward freedom? In the day we eate
+Of this fair Fruit, our doom is, we shall die.
+How dies the Serpent? hee hath eat'n and lives,
+And knows, and speaks, and reasons, and discernes,
+Irrational till then. For us alone
+Was death invented? or to us deni'd
+This intellectual food, for beasts reserv'd?
+For Beasts it seems: yet that one Beast which first
+Hath tasted, envies not, but brings with joy
+The good befall'n him, Author unsuspect,
+Friendly to man, farr from deceit or guile.
+What fear I then, rather what know to feare
+Under this ignorance of Good and Evil,
+Of God or Death, of Law or Penaltie?
+Here grows the Cure of all, this Fruit Divine,
+Fair to the Eye, inviting to the Taste,
+Of vertue to make wise: what hinders then
+To reach, and feed at once both Bodie and Mind?
+\quad So saying, her rash hand in evil hour
+Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat:
+Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
+Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe,
+That all was lost. Back to the Thicket slunk
+The guiltie Serpent, and well might, for \textit{Eve}
+Intent now wholly on her taste, naught else
+Regarded, such delight till then, as seemd,
+In Fruit she never tasted, whether true
+Or fansied so, through expectation high
+Of knowledg, nor was God-head from her thought.
+Greedily she ingorg'd without restraint,
+And knew not eating Death: Satiate at length,
+And hight'nd as with Wine, jocond and boon,
+Thus to her self she pleasingly began.
+\quad O Sovran, vertuous, precious of all Trees
+In Paradise, of operation blest
+To Sapience, hitherto obscur'd, infam'd,
+And thy fair Fruit let hang, as to no end
+Created; but henceforth my early care,
+Not without Song, each Morning, and due praise
+Shall tend thee, and the fertil burden ease
+Of thy full branches offer'd free to all;
+Till dieted by thee I grow mature
+In knowledge, as the Gods who all things know;
+Though others envie what they cannot give;
+For had the gift bin theirs, it had not here
+Thus grown. Experience, next to thee I owe,
+Best guide; not following thee, I had remaind
+In ignorance, thou op'nst Wisdoms way,
+And giv'st access, though secret she retire.
+And I perhaps am secret; Heav'n is high,
+High and remote to see from thence distinct
+Each thing on Earth; and other care perhaps
+May have diverted from continual watch
+Our great Forbidder, safe with all his Spies
+About him. But to \textit{Adam} in what sort
+Shall I appeer? shall I to him make known
+As yet my change, and give him to partake
+Full happiness with mee, or rather not,
+But keep the odds of Knowledge in my power
+Without Copartner? so to add what wants
+In Femal Sex, the more to draw his Love,
+And render me more equal, and perhaps
+A thing not undesireable, somtime
+Superior; for inferior who is free?
+This may be well: but what if God have seen,
+And Death ensue? then I shall be no more,
+And \textit{Adam} wedded to another \textit{Eve},
+Shall live with her enjoying, I extinct;
+A death to think. Confirm'd then I resolve,
+\textit{Adam} shall share with me in bliss or woe:
+So dear I love him, that with him all deaths
+I could endure; without him live no life.
+\quad So saying, from the Tree her step she turnd,
+But first low Reverence don, as to the power
+That dwelt within, whose presence had infus'd
+Into the plant sciential sap, deriv'd
+From Nectar, drink of Gods. \textit{Adam} the while
+Waiting desirous her return, had wove
+Of choicest Flours a Garland to adorne
+Her Tresses, and her rural labours crown
+As Reapers oft are wont their Harvest Queen.
+Great joy he promis'd to his thoughts, and new
+Solace in her return, so long delay'd;
+Yet oft his heart, divine of somthing ill,
+Misgave him; hee the faultring measure felt;
+And forth to meet her went, the way she took
+That Morn when first they parted; by the Tree
+Of Knowledge he must pass, there he her met,
+Scarse from the Tree returning; in her hand
+A bough of fairest fruit that downie smil'd,
+New gatherd, and ambrosial smell diffus'd.
+To him she hasted, in her face excuse
+Came Prologue, and Apologie to prompt,
+Which with bland words at will she thus addrest.
+\quad Hast thou not wonderd, \textit{Adam}, at my stay?
+Thee I have misst, and thought it long, depriv'd
+Thy presence, agonie of love till now
+Not felt, nor shall be twice, for never more
+Mean I to trie, what rash untri'd I sought,
+The paine of absence from thy sight. But strange
+Hath bin the cause, and wonderful to heare:
+This Tree is not as we are told, a Tree
+Of danger tasted, nor to evil unknown
+Op'ning the way, but of Divine effect
+To open Eyes, and make them Gods who taste;
+And hath bin tasted such; the Serpent wise,
+Or not restraind as wee, or not obeying,
+Hath eat'n of the fruit, and is become,
+Not dead, as we are threatn'd, but thenceforth
+Endu'd with human voice and human sense,
+Reasoning to admiration, and with mee
+Perswasively hath so prevaild, that I
+Have also tasted, and have also found
+Th' effects to correspond, opener mine Eyes,
+Dimm erst, dilated Spirits, ampler Heart,
+And growing up to Godhead; which for thee
+Chiefly I sought, without thee can despise.
+For bliss, as thou hast part, to me is bliss,
+Tedious, unshar'd with thee, and odious soon.
+Thou therefore also taste, that equal Lot
+May joyne us, equal Joy, as equal Love;
+Least thou not tasting, different degree
+Disjoyne us, and I then too late renounce
+Deitie for thee, when Fate will not permit.
+\quad Thus \textit{Eve} with Countnance blithe her storie told;
+But in her Cheek distemper flushing glowd.
+On th' other side, \textit{Adam}, soon as he heard
+The fatal Trespass don by \textit{Eve}, amaz'd,
+Astonied stood and Blank, while horror chill
+Ran through his veins, and all his joynts relax'd;
+From his slack hand the Garland wreath'd for \textit{Eve}
+Down drop'd, and all the faded Roses shed:
+Speechless he stood and pale, till thus at length
+First to himself he inward silence broke.
+\quad O fairest of Creation, last and best
+Of all Gods Works, Creature in whom excell'd
+Whatever can to fight or thought be found,
+Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!
+How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost,
+Defac't, deflourd, and now to Death devote?
+Rather how hast thou yeelded to transgress
+The strict forbiddance, how to violate
+The sacred Fruit forbidd'n! som cursed fraud
+Of Enemie hath beguil'd thee, yet unknown,
+And mee with thee hath ruind, for with thee
+Certain my resolution is to Die;
+How can I live without thee, how forgoe
+Thy sweet Converse and Love so dearly joyn'd,
+To live again in these wilde Woods forlorn?
+Should God create another \textit{Eve}, and I
+Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee
+Would never from my heart; no no, I feel
+The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh,
+Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State
+Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
+\quad So having said, as one from sad dismay
+Recomforted, and after thoughts disturbd
+Submitting to what seemd remediless,
+Thus in calme mood his Words to \textit{Eve} he turnd.
+\quad Bold deed thou hast presum'd, adventrous \textit{Eve},
+And peril great provok't, who thus hast dar'd
+Had it bin onely coveting to Eye
+That sacred Fruit, sacred to abstinence,
+Much more to taste it under banne to touch.
+But past who can recall, or don undoe?
+Not God omnipotent, for Fate, yet so
+Perhaps thou shalt not Die, perhaps the Fact
+Is not so hainous now, foretasted Fruit,
+Profan'd first by the Serpent, by him first
+Made common and unhallowd: ere one tastes;
+Nor yet on him found deadly; he yet lives,
+Lives, as thou saidst, and gaines to live as Man
+Higher degree of Life, inducement strong
+To us, as likely tasting to attaine
+Proportional ascent, which cannot be
+But to be Gods, or Angels Demi-gods.
+Nor can I think that God, Creator wise,
+Though threatning, will in earnest so destroy
+Us his prime Creatures, dignifi'd so high,
+Set over all his Works, which in our Fall,
+For us created, needs with us must faile,
+Dependent made; so God shall uncreate,
+Be frustrate, do, undo, and labour loose,
+Not well conceav'd of God, who though his Power
+Creation could repeate, yet would be loath
+Us to abolish, least the Adversary
+Triumph and say; Fickle their State whom God
+Most Favors, who can please him long? Mee first
+He ruind, now Mankind; whom will he next?
+Matter of scorne, not to be given the Foe.
+However I with thee have fixt my Lot,
+Certain to undergoe like doom, if Death
+Consort with thee, Death is to mee as Life;
+So forcible within my heart I feel
+The Bond of Nature draw me to my owne,
+My own in thee, for what thou art is mine;
+Our State cannot be severd, we are one,
+One Flesh; to loose thee were to loose my self.
+\quad So \textit{Adam}, and thus \textit{Eve} to him repli'd.
+O glorious trial of exceeding Love,
+Illustrious evidence, example high!
+Ingaging me to emulate, but short
+Of thy perfection, how shall I attaine,
+\textit{Adam}, from whose deare side I boast me sprung,
+And gladly of our Union heare thee speak,
+One Heart, one Soul in both; whereof good prooff
+This day affords, declaring thee resolvd,
+Rather then Death or aught then Death more dread
+Shall separate us, linkt in Love so deare,
+To undergoe with mee one Guilt, one Crime,
+If any be, of tasting this fair Fruit,
+Whose vertue, for of good still good proceeds,
+Direct, or by occasion hath presented
+This happie trial of thy Love, which else
+So eminently never had bin known.
+Were it I thought Death menac't would ensue
+This my attempt, I would sustain alone
+The worst, and not perswade thee, rather die
+Deserted, then oblige thee with a fact
+Pernicious to thy Peace, chiefly assur'd
+Remarkably so late of thy so true,
+So faithful Love unequald; but I feel
+Farr otherwise th' event, not Death, but Life
+Augmented, op'nd Eyes, new Hopes, new Joyes,
+Taste so Divine, that what of sweet before
+Hath toucht my sense, flat seems to this, and harsh.
+On my experience, \textit{Adam}, freely taste,
+And fear of Death deliver to the Windes.
+\quad So saying, she embrac'd him, and for joy
+Tenderly wept, much won that he his Love
+Had so enobl'd, as of choice to incurr
+Divine displeasure for her sake, or Death.
+In recompence (for such compliance bad
+Such recompence best merits) from the bough
+She gave him of that fair enticing Fruit
+With liberal hand: he scrupl'd not to eat
+Against his better knowledge, not deceav'd,
+But fondly overcome with Femal charm.
+Earth trembl'd from her entrails, as again
+In pangs, and Nature gave a second groan,
+Skie lowr'd, and muttering Thunder, som sad drops
+Wept at compleating of the mortal Sin
+Original; while \textit{Adam} took no thought,
+Eating his fill, nor \textit{Eve} to iterate
+Her former trespass fear'd, the more to soothe
+Him with her lov'd societie, that now
+As with new Wine intoxicated both
+They swim in mirth, and fansie that they feel
+Divinitie within them breeding wings
+Wherewith to scorn the Earth: but that false Fruit
+Farr other operation first displaid,
+Carnal desire enflaming, hee on \textit{Eve}
+Began to cast lascivious Eyes, she him
+As wantonly repaid; in Lust they burne:
+Till \textit{Adam} thus 'gan \textit{Eve} to dalliance move.
+\quad \textit{Eve}, now I see thou art exact of taste,
+And elegant, of Sapience no small part,
+Since to each meaning savour we apply,
+And Palate call judicious; I the praise
+Yeild thee, so well this day thou hast purvey'd.
+Much pleasure we have lost, while we abstain'd
+From this delightful Fruit, nor known till now
+True relish, tasting; if such pleasure be
+In things to us forbidden, it might be wish'd,
+For this one Tree had bin forbidden ten.
+But come, so well refresh't, now let us play,
+As meet is, after such delicious Fare;
+For never did thy Beautie since the day
+I saw thee first and wedded thee, adorn'd
+With all perfections, so enflame my sense
+With ardor to enjoy thee, fairer now
+Then ever, bountie of this vertuous Tree.
+\quad So said he, and forbore not glance or toy
+Of amorous intent, well understood
+Of \textit{Eve}, whose Eye darted contagious Fire.
+Her hand he seis'd, and to a shadie bank,
+Thick overhead with verdant roof imbowr'd
+He led her nothing loath; Flours were the Couch,
+Pansies, and Violets, and Asphodel,
+And Hyacinth, Earths freshest softest lap.
+There they their fill of Love and Loves disport
+Took largely, of their mutual guilt the Seale,
+The solace of their sin, till dewie sleep
+Oppress'd them, wearied with their amorous play.
+Soon as the force of that fallacious Fruit,
+That with exhilerating vapour bland
+About their spirits had plaid, and inmost powers
+Made erre, was now exhal'd, and grosser sleep
+Bred of unkindly fumes, with conscious dreams
+Encumberd, now had left them, up they rose
+As from unrest, and each the other viewing,
+Soon found their Eyes how op'nd, and their minds
+How dark'nd; innocence, that as a veile
+Had shadow'd them from knowing ill, was gon,
+Just confidence, and native righteousness,
+And honour from about them, naked left
+To guiltie shame hee cover'd, but his Robe
+Uncover'd more. So rose the \textit{Danite} strong
+\textit{Herculean} \textit{Samson} from the Harlot-lap
+Of \textit{Philistean} \textit{Dalilah}, and wak'd
+Shorn of his strength, They destitute and bare
+Of all their vertue: silent, and in face
+Confounded long they sate, as struck'n mute,
+Till \textit{Adam}, though not less then \textit{Eve} abasht,
+At length gave utterance to these words constraind.
+\quad O \textit{Eve}, in evil hour thou didst give care
+To that false Worm, of whomsoever taught
+To counterfet Mans voice, true in our Fall,
+False in our promis'd Rising; since our Eyes
+Op'nd we find indeed, and find we know
+Both Good and Evil, Good lost and Evil got,
+Bad Fruit of Knowledge, if this be to know,
+Which leaves us naked thus, of Honour void,
+Of Innocence, of Faith, of Puritie,
+Our wonted Ornaments now soild and staind,
+And in our Faces evident the signes
+Of foul concupiscence; whence evil store;
+Even shame, the last of evils; of the first
+Be sure then. How shall I behold the face
+Henceforth of God or Angel, earst with joy
+And rapture so oft beheld? those heav'nly shapes
+Will dazle now this earthly, with their blaze
+Insufferably bright. O might I here
+In solitude live savage, in some glad
+Obscur'd, where highest Woods impenetrable
+To Starr or Sun-light, spread their umbrage broad,
+And brown as Evening: Cover me ye Pines,
+Ye Cedars, with innumerable boughs
+Hide me, where I may never see them more.
+But let us now, as in bad plight, devise
+What best may for the present serve to hide
+The Parts of each from other, that seem most
+To shame obnoxious, and unseemliest seen,
+Some Tree whose broad smooth Leaves together sowd,
+And girded on our loyns, may cover round
+Those middle parts, that this new commer, Shame,
+There sit not, and reproach us as unclean.
+\quad So counsel'd hee, and both together went
+Into the thickest Wood, there soon they chose
+The Figtree, not that kind for Fruit renown'd,
+But such as at this day to \textit{Indians} known
+In \textit{Malabar} or \textit{Decan} spreds her Armes
+Braunching so broad and long, that in the ground
+The bended Twigs take root, and Daughters grow
+About the Mother Tree, a Pillard shade
+High overarch't, and echoing Walks between;
+There oft the \textit{Indian} Herdsman shunning heate
+Shelters in coole, and tends his pasturing Herds
+At Loopholes cut through thickest shade: Those Leaves
+They gatherd, broad as \textit{Amazonian} Targe,
+And with what skill they had, together sowd,
+To gird their waste, vain Covering if to hide
+Their guilt and dreaded shame; O how unlike
+To that first naked Glorie. Such of late
+\textit{Columbus} found th' \textit{American} to girt
+With featherd Cincture, naked else and wilde
+Among the Trees on Iles and woodie Shores.
+Thus fenc't, and as they thought, their shame in part
+Coverd, but not at rest or ease of Mind,
+They sate them down to weep, nor onely Teares
+Raind at their Eyes, but high Winds worse within
+Began to rise, high Passions, Anger, Hate,
+Mistrust, Suspicion, Discord, and shook sore
+Their inward State of Mind, calme Region once
+And full of Peace, now tost and turbulent:
+For Understanding rul'd not, and the Will
+Heard not her lore, both in subjection now
+To sensual Appetite, who from beneathe
+Usurping over sovran Reason claimd
+Superior sway: From thus distemperd brest,
+\textit{Adam}, estrang'd in look and alterd stile,
+Speech intermitted thus to \textit{Eve} renewd.
+\quad Would thou hadst heark'nd to my words, and stai'd
+With me, as I besought thee, when that strange
+Desire of wandring this unhappie Morn,
+I know not whence possessd thee; we had then
+Remaind still happie, not as now, despoild
+Of all our good, sham'd, naked, miserable.
+Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve
+The Faith they owe; when earnestly they seek
+Such proof, conclude, they then begin to faile.
+\quad To whom soon mov'd with touch of blame thus \textit{Eve}.
+What words have past thy Lips, \textit{Adam} severe,
+Imput'st thou that to my default, or will
+Of wandering, as thou call'st it, which who knows
+But might as ill have happ'nd thou being by,
+Or to thy self perhaps: hadst thou bin there,
+Or bere th' attempt, thou couldst not have discernd
+Fraud in the Serpent, speaking as he spake;
+No ground of enmitie between us known,
+Why hee should mean me ill, or seek to harme.
+Was I to have never parted from thy side?
+As good have grown there still a liveless Rib.
+Being as I am, why didst not thou the Head
+Command me absolutely not to go,
+Going into such danger as thou saidst?
+Too facil then thou didst not much gainsay,
+Nay, didst permit, approve, and fair dismiss.
+Hadst thou bin firm and fixt in thy dissent,
+Neither had I transgress'd, nor thou with mee.
+\quad To whom then first incenst \textit{Adam} repli'd.
+Is this the Love, is the recompence
+Of mine to thee, ingrateful \textit{Eve}, exprest
+Immutable when thou wert lost, not I,
+Who might have liv'd and joyd immortal bliss,
+Yet willingly chose rather Death with thee:
+And am I now upbraided, as the cause
+Of thy transgressing? not enough severe,
+It seems, in thy restraint: what could I more?
+I warn'd thee, I admonish'd thee, foretold
+The danger, and the lurking Enemie
+That lay in wait; beyond this had bin force,
+And force upon free Will hath here no place.
+But confidence then bore thee on, secure
+Either to meet no danger, or to finde
+Matter of glorious trial; and perhaps
+I also err'd in overmuch admiring
+What seemd in thee so perfet, that I thought
+No evil durst attempt thee, but I rue
+That errour now, which is become my crime,
+And thou th' accuser. Thus it shall befall
+Him who to worth in Women overtrusting
+Lets her Will rule; restraint she will not brook,
+And left to her self, if evil thence ensue,
+Shee first his weak indulgence will accuse.
+\quad Thus they in mutual accusation spent
+The fruitless hours, but neither self-condemning
+And of their vain contest appeer'd no end.
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+\quad Meanwhile the hainous and despightfull act
+Of \textit{Satan} done in Paradise, and how
+Hee in the Serpent had perverted \textit{Eve},
+Her Husband shee, to taste the fatall fruit,
+Was known in Heav'n; for what can scape the Eye
+Of God All-seeing, or deceave his Heart
+Omniscient, who in all things wise and just,
+Hinder'd not \textit{Satan} to attempt the minde
+Of Man, with strength entire, and free Will arm'd,
+Complete to have discover'd and repulst
+Whatever wiles of Foe or seeming Friend.
+For still they knew, and ought to have still remember'd
+The high Injunction not to taste that Fruit,
+Whoever tempted; which they not obeying,
+Incurr'd, what could they less, the penaltie,
+And manifold in sin, deserv'd to fall.
+Up into Heav'n from Paradise in hast
+Th' Angelic Guards ascended, mute and sad
+For Man, for of his state by this they knew,
+Much wondring how the suttle Fiend had stoln
+Entrance unseen. Soon as th' unwelcome news
+From Earth arriv'd at Heaven Gate, displeas'd
+All were who heard, dim sadness did not spare
+That time Celestial visages, yet mixt
+With pitie, violated not their bliss.
+About the new-arriv'd, in multitudes
+Th' ethereal People ran, to hear and know
+How all befell: they towards the Throne Supream
+Accountable made haste to make appear
+With righteous plea, their utmost vigilance,
+And easily approv'd; when the most High
+Eternal Father from his secret Cloud,
+Amidst in Thunder utter'd thus his voice.
+\quad Assembl'd Angels, and ye Powers return'd
+From unsuccessful charge, be not dismaid,
+Nor troubl'd at these tidings from the Earth,
+Which your sincerest care could not prevent,
+Foretold so lately what would come to pass,
+When first this Tempter cross'd the Gulf from Hell.
+I told ye then he should prevail and speed
+On his bad Errand, Man should be seduc't
+And flatter'd out of all, believing lies
+Against his Maker; no Decree of mine
+Concurring to necessitate his Fall,
+Or touch with lightest moment of impulse
+His free Will, to her own inclining left
+In eevn scale. But fall'n he is, and now
+What rests, but that the mortal Sentence pass
+On his transgression, Death denounc't that day,
+Which he presumes already vain and void,
+Because not yet inflicted, as he fear'd,
+By some immediate stroak; but soon shall find
+Forbearance no acquittance ere day end.
+Justice shall not return as bountie scorn'd.
+But whom send I to judge them? whom but thee
+Vicegerent Son, to thee I have transferr'd
+All Judgement, whether in Heav'n, or Earth; or Hell.
+Easie it may be seen that I intend
+Mercie collegue with Justice, sending thee
+Mans Friend, his Mediator, his design'd
+Both Ransom and Redeemer voluntarie,
+And destin'd Man himself to judge Man fall'n.
+\quad So spake the Father, and unfoulding bright
+Toward the right hand his Glorie, on the Son
+Blaz'd forth unclouded Deitie; he full
+Resplendent all his Father manifest
+Express'd, and thus divinely answer'd milde.
+\quad Father Eternal, thine is to decree,
+Mine both in Heav'n and Earth to do thy will
+Supream, that thou in mee thy Son belov'd
+Mayst ever rest well pleas'd. I go to judge
+On Earth these thy transgressors, but thou knowst,
+Whoever judg'd, the worst on mee must light,
+When time shall be, for so I undertook
+Before thee; and not repenting, this obtaine
+Of right, that I may mitigate their doom
+On me deriv'd, yet I shall temper so
+Justice with Mercie, as may illustrate most
+Them fully satisfied, and thee appease.
+Attendance none shall need, nor Train, where none
+Are to behold the Judgement, but the judg'd,
+Those two; the theird best absent is condemn'd,
+Convict by flight, and Rebel to all Law
+Conviction to the Serpent none belongs.
+\quad Thus saying, from his radiant Seat he rose
+Of high collateral glorie: him Thrones and Powers,
+Princedoms, and Dominations ministrant
+Accompanied to Heaven Gate, from whence
+\textit{Eden} and all the Coast in prospect lay.
+Down he descended strait; the speed of Gods
+Time counts not, though with swiftest minutes wing'd.
+Now was the Sun in Western cadence low
+From Noon, and gentle Aires due at their hour
+To fan the Earth now wak'd, and usher in
+The Eevning coole when he from wrauth more coole
+Came the mild Judge and Intercessor both
+To sentence Man: the voice of God they heard
+Now walking in the Garden, by soft windes
+Brought to their Ears, while day declin'd, they heard
+And from his presence hid themselves among
+The thickest Trees, both Man and Wife, till God
+Approaching, thus to \textit{Adam} call'd aloud.
+\quad Where art thou \textit{Adam}, wont with joy to meet
+My coming seen far off? I miss thee here,
+Not pleas'd, thus entertaind with solitude,
+Where obvious dutie erewhile appear'd unsaught:
+Or come I less conspicuous, or what change
+Absents thee, or what chance detains? Come forth.
+He came, and with him \textit{Eve}, more loth, though first
+To offend, discount'nanc't both, and discompos'd;
+Love was not in their looks, either to God
+Or to each other, but apparent guilt,
+And shame, and perturbation, and despaire,
+Anger, and obstinacie, and hate, and guile.
+Whence \textit{Adam} faultring long, thus answer'd brief.
+\quad I heard thee in the Garden, and of thy voice
+Affraid, being naked, hid my self. To whom
+The gracious Judge without revile repli'd.
+\quad My voice thou oft hast heard, and hast not fear'd,
+But still rejoyc't, how is it now become
+So dreadful to thee? that thou art naked, who
+Hath told thee? hast thou eaten of the Tree
+Whereof I gave thee charge thou shouldst not eat?
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Adam} sore beset repli'd.
+O Heav'n! in evil strait this day I stand
+Before my Judge, either to undergoe
+My self the total Crime, or to accuse
+My other self, the partner of my life;
+Whose failing, while her Faith to me remaines,
+I should conceal, and not expose to blame
+By my complaint; but strict necessitie
+Subdues me, and calamitous constraint,
+Least on my head both sin and punishment,
+However insupportable, be all
+Devolv'd; though should I hold my peace, yet thou
+Wouldst easily detect what I conceale.
+This Woman whom thou mad'st to be my help,
+And gav'st me as thy perfet gift, so good,
+So fit, so acceptable, so Divine,
+That from her hand I could suspect no ill,
+And what she did, whatever in it self,
+Her doing seem'd to justifie the deed;
+Shee gave me of the Tree, and I did eate.
+\quad To whom the sovran Presence thus repli'd.
+Was shee thy God, that her thou didst obey
+Before his voice, or was shee made thy guide,
+Superior, or but equal, that to her
+Thou did'st resigne thy Manhood, and the Place
+Wherein God set thee above her made of thee,
+And for thee, whose perfection farr excell'd
+Hers in all real dignitie: Adornd
+She was indeed, and lovely to attract
+Thy Love, not thy Subjection, and her Gifts
+Were such as under Government well seem'd,
+Unseemly to beare rule, which was thy part
+And person, had'st thou known thy self aright.
+\quad So having said, he thus to \textit{Eve} in few:
+Say Woman, what is this which thou hast done?
+\quad To whom sad \textit{Eve} with shame nigh overwhelm'd,
+Confessing soon, yet not before her Judge
+Bold or loquacious, thus abasht repli'd.
+\quad The Serpent me beguil'd and I did eate.
+\quad Which when the Lord God heard, without delay
+To Judgement he proceeded on th' accus'd
+Serpent though brute, unable to transferre
+The Guilt on him who made him instrument
+Of mischief, and polluted from the end
+Of his Creation; justly then accurst,
+As vitiated in Nature: more to know
+Concern'd not Man (since he no further knew)
+Nor alter'd his offence; yet God at last
+To Satan first in sin his doom apply'd,
+Though in mysterious terms, judg'd as then best:
+And on the Serpent thus his curse let fall.
+\quad Because thou hast done this, thou art accurst
+Above all Cattel, each Beast of the Field;
+Upon thy Belly groveling thou shalt goe,
+And dust shalt eat all the days of thy Life.
+Between Thee and the Woman I will put
+Enmitie, and between thine and her Seed;
+Her Seed shall bruise thy head, thou bruise his heel.
+\quad So spake this Oracle, then verifi'd
+When \textit{Jesus} son of \textit{Mary} second \textit{Eve},
+Saw Satan fall like Lightning down from Heav'n,
+Prince of the Aire; then rising from his Grave
+Spoild Principalities and Powers, triumpht
+In open shew, and with ascention bright
+Captivity led captive through the Aire,
+The Realme it self of Satan long usurpt,
+Whom he shall tread at last under our feet;
+Eevn hee who now foretold his fatal bruise,
+And to the Woman thus his Sentence turn'd.
+\quad Thy sorrow I will greatly multiplie
+By thy Conception; Children thou shalt bring
+In sorrow forth, and to thy Husbands will
+Thine shall submit, hee over thee shall rule.
+\quad On \textit{Adam} last thus judgement he pronounc'd.
+Because thou hast heark'nd to the voice of thy Wife,
+And eaten of the Tree concerning which
+I charg'd thee, saying: Thou shalt not eate thereof,
+Curs'd is the ground for thy sake, thou in sorrow
+Shalt eate thereof all the days of thy Life;
+Thornes also and Thistles it shall bring thee forth
+Unbid, and thou shalt eate th' Herb of th' Field,
+In the sweat of thy Face shalt thou eate Bread,
+Till thou return unto the ground, for thou
+Out of the ground wast taken, know thy Birth,
+For dust thou art, and shalt to dust returne.
+\quad So judg'd he Man, both Judge and Saviour sent,
+And th' instant stroke of Death denounc't that day
+Remov'd farr off; then pittying how they stood
+Before him naked to the aire, that now
+Must suffer change, disdain'd not to begin
+Thenceforth the forme of servant to assume,
+As when he wash'd his servants feet, so now
+As Father of his Familie he clad
+Their nakedness with Skins of Beasts, or slain,
+Or as the Snake with youthful Coate repaid;
+And thought not much to cloath his Enemies:
+Nor hee their outward onely with the Skins
+Of Beasts, but inward nakedness, much more
+Opprobrious, with his Robe of righteousness,
+Araying cover'd from his Fathers sight.
+To him with swift ascent he up returnd,
+Into his blissful bosom reassum'd
+In glory as of old, to him appeas'd
+All, though all-knowing, what had past with Man
+Recounted, mixing intercession sweet.
+Meanwhile ere thus was sin'd and judg'd on Earth,
+Within the Gates of Hell sate Sin and Death,
+In counterview within the Gates, that now
+Stood open wide, belching outrageous flame
+Farr into \textit{Chaos}, since the Fiend pass'd through,
+Sin opening, who thus now to Death began.
+\quad O Son, why sit we here each other viewing
+Idlely, while Satan our great Author thrives
+In other Worlds, and happier Seat provides
+For us his ofspring deare? It cannot be
+But that success attends him; if mishap,
+Ere this he had return'd, with fury driv'n
+By his Avenger, since no place like this
+Can fit his punishment, or their revenge.
+Methinks I feel new strength within me rise,
+Wings growing, and Dominion giv'n me large
+Beyond this Deep; whatever drawes me on,
+Or sympathie, or som connatural force
+Powerful at greatest distance to unite
+With secret amity things of like kinde
+By secretest conveyance. Thou my Shade
+Inseparable must with mee along:
+For Death from Sin no power can separate.
+But least the difficultie of passing back
+Stay his returne perhaps over this Gulfe
+Impassable, impervious, let us try
+Adventrous work, yet to thy power and mine
+Not unagreeable, to found a path
+Over this Maine from Hell to that new World
+Where Satan now prevailes, a Monument
+Of merit high to all th' infernal Host,
+Easing their passage hence, for intercourse,
+Or transmigration, as their lot shall lead.
+Nor can I miss the way, so strongly drawn
+By this new felt attraction and instinct.
+\quad Whom thus the meager Shadow answerd soon.
+Goe whither Fate and inclination strong
+Leads thee, I shall not lag behinde, nor erre
+The way, thou leading, such a sent I draw
+Of carnage, prey innumerable, and taste
+The savour of Death from all things there that live:
+Nor shall I to the work thou enterprisest
+Be wanting, but afford thee equal aid.
+\quad So saying, with delight he snuff'd the smell
+Of mortal change on Earth. As when a flock
+Of ravenous Fowl, though many a League remote,
+Against the day of Battel, to a Field,
+Where Armies lie encampt, come flying, lur'd
+With sent of living Carcasses design'd
+For death, the following day, in bloodie fight.
+So sented the grim Feature, and upturn'd
+His Nostril wide into the murkie Air,
+Sagacious of his Quarrey from so farr.
+Then Both from out Hell Gates into the waste
+Wide Anarchie of \textit{Chaos} damp and dark
+Flew divers, and with Power (their Power was great)
+Hovering upon the Waters; what they met
+Solid or slimie, as in raging Sea
+Tost up and down, together crowded drove
+From each side shoaling towards the mouth of Hell.
+As when two Polar Winds blowing adverse
+Upon the \textit{Cronian} Sea, together drive
+Mountains of Ice, that stop th' imagin'd way
+Beyond \textit{Petsora} Eastward, to the rich
+\textit{Cathaian} Coast. The aggregated Soyle
+Death with his Mace petrific, cold and dry,
+As with a Trident smote, and fix't as firm
+As \textit{Delos} floating once; the rest his look
+Bound with \textit{Gorgonian} rigor not to move,
+And with \textit{Asphaltic} slime; broad as the Gate,
+Deep to the Roots of Hell the gather'd beach
+They fasten'd, and the Mole immense wraught on
+Over the foaming deep high Archt, a Bridge
+Of length prodigious joyning to the Wall
+Immoveable of this now fenceless world
+Forfeit to Death; from hence a passage broad,
+Smooth, easie, inoffensive down to Hell.
+So, if great things to small may be compar'd,
+\textit{Xerxes}, the Libertie of \textit{Greece} to yoke,
+From \textit{Susa} his \textit{Memnonian} Palace high
+Came to the Sea, and over \textit{Hellespont}
+Bridging his way, \textit{Europe} with \textit{Asia} joyn'd,
+And scourg'd with many a stroak th' indignant waves.
+Now had they brought the work by wondrous Art
+Pontifical, a ridge of pendent Rock
+Over the vext Abyss, following the track
+Of \textit{Satan}, to the selfsame place where hee
+First lighted from his Wing, and landed safe
+From out of \textit{Chaos} to the outside bare
+Of this round World: with Pinns of Adamant
+And Chains they made all fast, too fast they made
+And durable; and now in little space
+The Confines met of Empyrean Heav'n
+And of this World, and on the left hand Hell
+With long reach interpos'd; three sev'ral wayes
+In sight, to each of these three places led.
+And now their way to Earth they had descri'd,
+To Paradise first tending, when behold
+\textit{Satan} in likeness of an Angel bright
+Betwixt the \textit{Centaure} and the \textit{Scorpion} stearing
+His \textit{Zenith}, while the Sun in \textit{Aries} rose:
+Disguis'd he came, but those his Children dear
+Their Parent soon discern'd, though in disguise.
+Hee, after \textit{Eve} seduc't, unminded slunk
+Into the Wood fast by, and changing shape
+To observe the sequel, saw his guileful act
+By \textit{Eve}, though all unweeting, seconded
+Upon her Husband, saw their shame that sought
+Vain covertures; but when he saw descend
+The Son of God to judge them, terrifi'd
+Hee fled, not hoping to escape, but shun
+The present, fearing guiltie what his wrauth
+Might suddenly inflict; that past, return'd
+By Night, and listning where the hapless Paire
+Sate in their sad discourse, and various plaint,
+Thence gatherd his own doom, which understood
+Not instant, but of future time. With joy
+And tidings fraught, to Hell he now return'd,
+And at the brink of \textit{Chaos}, neer the foot
+Of this new wondrous Pontifice, unhop't
+Met who to meet him came, his Ofspring dear.
+Great joy was at their meeting, and at sight
+Of that stupendious Bridge his joy encreas'd.
+Long hee admiring stood, till Sin, his faire
+Inchanting Daughter, thus the silence broke.
+\quad O Parent, these are thy magnific deeds,
+Thy Trophies, which thou view'st as not thine own,
+Thou art their Author and prime Architect:
+For I no sooner in my Heart divin'd,
+My Heart, which by a secret harmonie
+Still moves with thine, joyn'd in connexion sweet,
+That thou on Earth hadst prosper'd, which thy looks
+Now also evidence, but straight I felt
+Though distant from thee Worlds between, yet felt
+That I must after thee with this thy Son;
+Such fatal consequence unites us three:
+Hell could no longer hold us in her bounds,
+Nor this unvoyageable Gulf obscure
+Detain from following thy illustrious track.
+Thou hast atchiev'd our libertie, confin'd
+Within Hell Gates till now, thou us impow'rd
+To fortifie thus farr, and overlay
+With this portentous Bridge the dark Abyss.
+Thine now is all this World, thy vertue hath won
+What thy hands builded not, thy Wisdom gain'd
+With odds what Warr hath lost, and fully aveng'd
+Our foile in Heav'n; here thou shalt Monarch reign,
+There didst not; there let him still Victor sway,
+As Battel hath adjudg'd, from this new World
+Retiring, by his own doom alienated,
+And henceforth Monarchie with thee divide
+Of all things, parted by th' Empyreal bounds,
+His Quadrature, from thy Orbicular World,
+Or trie thee now more dang'rous to his Throne.
+\quad Whom thus the Prince of Darkness answerd glad.
+Fair Daughter, and thou Son and Grandchild both,
+High proof ye now have giv'n to be the Race
+Of \textit{Satan} (for I glorie in the name,
+Antagonist of Heav'ns Almightie King)
+Amply have merited of me, of all
+Th' Infernal Empire, that so neer Heav'ns dore
+Triumphal with triumphal act have met,
+Mine with this glorious Work, and made one Realm
+Hell and this World, one Realm, one Continent
+Of easie thorough-fare. Therefore while I
+Descend through Darkness, on your Rode with ease
+To my associate Powers, them to acquaint
+With these successes, and with them rejoyce,
+You two this way, among those numerous Orbs
+All yours, right down to Paradise descend;
+There dwell and Reign in bliss, thence on the Earth
+Dominion exercise and in the Aire,
+Chiefly on Man, sole Lord of all declar'd,
+Him first make sure your thrall, and lastly kill.
+My Substitutes I send ye, and Create
+Plenipotent on Earth, of matchless might
+Issuing from mee: on your joynt vigor now
+My hold of this new Kingdom all depends,
+Through Sin to Death expos'd by my exploit.
+If your joynt power prevaile, th' affaires of Hell
+No detriment need feare, goe and be strong.
+\quad So saying he dismiss'd them, they with speed
+Their course through thickest Constellations held
+Spreading their bane; the blasted Starrs lookt wan,
+And Planets, Planet-strook, real Eclips
+Then sufferd. Th' other way \textit{Satan} went down
+The Causey to Hell Gate; on either side
+Disparted \textit{Chaos} over built exclaimd,
+And with rebounding surge the barrs assaild,
+That scorn'd his indignation: through the Gate,
+Wide open and unguarded, \textit{Satan} pass'd,
+And all about found desolate; for those
+Appointed to sit there, had left their charge,
+Flown to the upper World; the rest were all
+Farr to the inland retir'd, about the walls
+Of \textit{Pandemonium}, Citie and proud seate
+Of \textit{Lucifer}, so by allusion calld,
+Of that bright Starr to \textit{Satan} paragond.
+There kept their Watch the Legions, while the Grand
+In Council sate, sollicitous what chance
+Might intercept their Emperour sent, so hee
+Departing gave command, and they observ'd.
+As when the \textit{Tartar} from his \textit{Russian} Foe
+By \textit{Astracan} over the Snowie Plaines
+Retires, or \textit{Bactrian} Sophi from the hornes
+Of \textit{Turkish} Crescent, leaves all waste beyond
+The Realme of \textit{Aladule}, in his retreate
+To \textit{Tauris} or \textit{Casbeen}. So these the late
+Heav'n-banisht Host, left desert utmost Hell
+Many a dark League, reduc't in careful Watch
+Round their Metropolis, and now expecting
+Each hour their great adventurer from the search
+Of Forrein Worlds: he through the midst unmarkt,
+In shew plebeian Angel militant
+Of lowest order, past; and from the dore
+Of that \textit{Plutonian} Hall, invisible
+Ascended his high Throne, which under state
+Of richest texture spred, at th' upper end
+Was plac't in regal lustre. Down a while
+He sate, and round about him saw unseen:
+At last as from a Cloud his fulgent head
+And shape Starr bright appeer'd, or brighter, clad
+With what permissive glory since his fall
+Was left him, or false glitter: All amaz'd
+At that so sudden blaze the \textit{Stygian} throng
+Bent their aspect, and whom they wish'd beheld,
+Their mighty Chief returnd: loud was th' acclaime:
+Forth rush'd in haste the great consulting Peers,
+Rais'd from their dark \textit{Divan}, and with like joy
+Congratulant approach'd him, who with hand
+Silence, and with these words attention won.
+\quad Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Vertues, Powers,
+For in possession such, not onely of right,
+I call ye and declare ye now, returnd
+Successful beyond hope, to lead ye forth
+Triumphant out of this infernal Pit
+Abominable, accurst, the house of woe,
+And Dungeon of our Tyrant: Now possess,
+As Lords, a spacious World, to our native Heaven
+Little inferiour, by my adventure hard
+With peril great atchiev'd. Long were to tell
+What I have don, what sufferd, with what paine
+Voyag'd the unreal, vast, unbounded deep
+Of horrible confusion, over which
+By Sin and Death a broad way now is pav'd
+To expedite your glorious march; but I
+Toild out my uncouth passage, forc't to ride
+Th' untractable Abysse, plung'd in the womb
+Of unoriginal \textit{Night} and \textit{Chaos} wilde,
+That jealous of their secrets fiercely oppos'd
+My journey strange, with clamorous uproare
+Protesting Fate supreame; thence how I found
+The new created World, which fame in Heav'n
+Long had foretold, a Fabrick wonderful
+Of absolute perfection, therein Man
+Plac't in a Paradise, by our exile
+Made happie: Him by fraud I have seduc'd
+From his Creator, and the more to increase
+Your wonder, with an Apple; he thereat
+Offended, worth your laughter, hath giv'n up
+Both his beloved Man and all his World,
+To Sin and Death a prey, and so to us,
+Without our hazard, labour or allarme,
+To range in, and to dwell, and over Man
+To rule, as over all he should have rul'd.
+True is, mee also he hath judg'd, or rather
+Mee not, but the brute Serpent in whose shape
+Man I deceav'd: that which to mee belongs,
+Is enmity, which he will put between
+Mee and Mankinde; I am to bruise his heel;
+His Seed, when is not set, shall bruise my head:
+A World who would not purchase with a bruise,
+Or much more grievous pain? Ye have th' account
+Of my performance: What remaines, ye Gods,
+But up and enter now into full bliss.
+\quad So having said, a while he stood, expecting
+Their universal shout and high applause
+To fill his eare, when contrary he hears
+On all sides, from innumerable tongues
+A dismal universal hiss, the sound
+Of public scorn; he wonderd, but not long
+Had leasure, wondring at himself now more;
+His Visage drawn he felt to sharp and spare,
+His Armes clung to his Ribs, his Leggs entwining
+Each other, till supplanted down he fell
+A monstrous Serpent on his Belly prone,
+Reluctant, but in vaine, a greater power
+Now rul'd him, punisht in the shape he sin'd,
+According to his doom: he would have spoke,
+But hiss for hiss returnd with forked tongue
+To forked tongue, for now were all transform'd
+Alike, to Serpents all as accessories
+To his bold Riot: dreadful was the din
+Of hissing through the Hall, thick swarming now
+With complicated monsters, head and taile,
+Scorpion and Asp, and \textit{Amphisbaena} dire,
+\textit{Cerastes} hornd, \textit{Hydrus}, and \textit{Ellops} drear,
+And \textit{Dipsas} (Not so thick swarm'd once the Soil
+Bedropt with blood of Gorgon, or the Isle
+\textit{Ophiusa}) but still greatest hee the midst,
+Now Dragon grown, larger then whom the Sun
+Ingenderd in the \textit{Pythian} Vale on slime,
+Huge \textit{Python}, and his Power no less he seem'd
+Above the rest still to retain; they all
+Him follow'd issuing forth to th' open Field,
+Where all yet left of that revolted Rout
+Heav'n-fall'n, in station stood or just array,
+Sublime with expectation when to see
+In Triumph issuing forth their glorious Chief;
+They saw, but other sight instead, a crowd
+Of ugly Serpents; horror on them fell,
+And horrid sympathie; for what they saw,
+They felt themselvs now changing; down their arms,
+Down fell both Spear and Shield, down they as fast,
+And the dire hiss renew'd, and the dire form
+Catcht by Contagion, like in punishment,
+As in their crime. Thus was th' applause they meant,
+Turnd to exploding hiss, triumph to shame
+Cast on themselves from their own mouths. There stood
+A Grove hard by, sprung up with this their change,
+His will who reigns above, to aggravate
+Their penance, laden with fair Fruit, like that
+\textit{Vv}hich grew in Paradise, the bait of \textit{Eve}
+Us'd by the Tempter: on that prospect strange
+Their earnest eyes they fix'd, imagining
+For one forbidden Tree a multitude
+Now ris'n, to work them furder woe or shame;
+Yet parcht with scalding thurst and hunger fierce,
+Though to delude them sent, could not abstain,
+But on they rould in heaps, and up the Trees
+Climbing, sat thicker then the snakie locks
+That curld \textit{Megaera}: greedily they pluck'd
+The Frutage fair to sight, like that which grew
+Neer that bituminous Lake where \textit{Sodom} flam'd;
+This more delusive, not the touch, but taste
+Deceav'd; they fondly thinking to allay
+Their appetite with gust, instead of Fruit
+Chewd bitter Ashes, which th' offended taste
+\textit{Vv}ith spattering noise rejected: oft they assayd,
+Hunger and theirst constraining, drugd as oft,
+\textit{Vv}ith hatefullest disrelish writh'd their jaws
+\textit{Vv}ith foot and cinders fill'd; so oft they fell
+Into the same illusion, not as Man
+Whom they triumph'd once lapst. Thus were they plagu'd
+And worn with Famin, long and ceasless hiss,
+Till their lost shape, permitted, they resum'd,
+Yearly enjoynd, some say, to undergo
+This annual humbling certain number'd days,
+To dash their pride, and joy for Man seduc't.
+However some tradition they dispers'd
+Among the Heathen of their purchase got,
+And Fabl'd how the Serpent, whom they calld
+\textit{Ophion} with \textit{Eurynome}, the wide-
+Encroaching \textit{Eve} perhaps, had first the rule
+Of high \textit{Olympus}, thence by \textit{Saturn} driv'n
+And \textit{Ops}, ere yet \textit{Dictaean} \textit{Jove} was born.
+Mean while in Paradise the hellish pair
+Too soon arriv'd, \textit{Sin} there in power before,
+Once actual, now in body, and to dwell
+Habitual habitant; behind her \textit{Death}
+Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet
+On his pale Horse: to whom \textit{Sin} thus began.
+\quad Second of \textit{Satan} sprung, all conquering Death,
+What thinkst thou of our Empire now, though earnd
+With travail difficult, not better farr
+Then stil at Hels dark threshold to have sate watch,
+Unnam'd, undreaded, and thy self half starv'd?
+\quad Whom thus the Sin-born Monster answerd soon.
+To mee, who with eternal Famin pine,
+Alike is Hell, or Paradise, or Heaven,
+There best, where most with ravin I may meet;
+Which here, though plenteous, all too little seems
+To stuff this Maw, this vast unhide-bound Corps.
+\quad To whom th' incestuous Mother thus repli'd.
+Thou therefore on these Herbs, and Fruits, and Flours
+Feed first, on each Beast next, and Fish, and Fowle,
+No homely morsels, and whatever thing
+The Sithe of Time mowes down, devour unspar'd,
+Till I in Man residing through the Race,
+His thoughts, his looks, words, actions all infect,
+And season him thy last and sweetest prey.
+\quad This said, they both betook them several wayes,
+Both to destroy, or unimmortal make
+All kinds, and for destruction to mature
+Sooner or later; which th' Almightie seeing,
+From his transcendent Seat the Saints among,
+To those bright Orders utterd thus his voice.
+\quad See with what heat these Dogs of Hell advance
+To waste and havoc yonder \textit{Vv}orld, which I
+So fair and good created, and had still
+Kept in that state, had not the folly of Man
+Let in these wastful Furies, who impute
+Folly to mee, so doth the Prince of Hell
+And his Adherents, that with so much ease
+I suffer them to enter and possess
+A place so heav'nly, and conniving seem
+To gratifie my scornful Enemies,
+That laugh, as if transported with some fit
+Of Passion, I to them had quitted all,
+At random yeilded up to their misrule;
+And know not that I call'd and drew them thither
+My Hell-hounds, to lick up the draff and filth
+Which mans polluting Sin with taint hath shed
+On what was pure, till cramm'd and gorg'd, nigh burst
+With suckt and glutted offal, at one fling
+Of thy victorious Arm, well-pleasing Son,
+Both \textit{Sin}, and \textit{Death}, and yawning \textit{Grave} at last
+Through \textit{Chaos} hurld, obstruct the mouth of Hell
+For ever, and seal up his ravenous Jawes.
+Then Heav'n and Earth renewd shall be made pure
+To sanctitie that shall receive no staine:
+Till then the Curse pronounc't on both precedes.
+\quad Hee ended, and the heav'nly Audience loud
+Sung \textit{Halleluia}, as the sound of Seas,
+Through multitude that sung: Just are thy ways,
+Righteous are thy Decrees on all thy Works;
+Who can extenuate thee? Next, to the Son,
+Destin'd restorer of Mankind, by whom
+New Heav'n and Earth shall to the Ages rise,
+Or down from Heav'n descend. Such was their song,
+While the Creator calling forth by name
+His mightie Angels gave them several charge,
+As sorted best with present things. The Sun
+Had first his precept so to move, so shine,
+As might affect the Earth with cold and heat
+Scarce tollerable, and from the North to call
+Decrepit Winter, from the South to bring
+Solstitial summers heat. To the blanc Moone
+Her office they prescrib'd, to th' other five
+Their planetarie motions and aspects
+In \textit{Sextile}, \textit{Square}, and \textit{Trine}, and \textit{Opposite},
+Of noxious efficacie, and when to joyne
+In Synod unbenigne, and taught the fixt
+Their influence malignant when to showre,
+Which of them rising with the Sun, or falling,
+Should prove tempestuous: To the Winds they set
+Their corners, when with bluster to confound
+Sea, Aire, and Shoar, the Thunder when to rowle
+With terror through the dark Aereal Hall.
+Some say he bid his Angels turne ascanse
+The Poles of Earth twice ten degrees and more
+From the Suns Axle; they with labour push'd
+Oblique the Centric Globe: Som say the Sun
+Was bid turn Reines from th' Equinoctial Rode
+Like distant breadth to \textit{Taurus} with the Seav'n
+\textit{Atlantick} Sisters, and the \textit{Spartan} Twins
+Up to the \textit{Tropic} Crab; thence down amaine
+By \textit{Leo} and the \textit{Virgin} and the \textit{Scales},
+As deep as \textit{Capricorne}, to bring in change
+Of Seasons to each Clime; else had the Spring
+Perpetual smil'd on Earth with vernant Flours,
+Equal in Days and Nights, except to those
+Beyond the Polar Circles; to them Day
+Had unbenighted shon, while the low Sun
+To recompence his distance, in their sight
+Had rounded still th' \textit{Horizon}, and not known
+Or East or West, which had forbid the Snow
+From cold \textit{Estotiland}, and South as farr
+Beneath \textit{Magellan}. At that tasted Fruit
+The Sun, as from \textit{Thyestean} Banquet, turn'd
+His course intended; else how had the World
+Inhabited, though sinless, more then now,
+Avoided pinching cold and scorching heate?
+These changes in the Heav'ns, though slow, produc'd
+Like change on Sea and Land, sideral blast,
+Vapour, and Mist, and Exhalation hot,
+Corrupt and Pestilent: Now from the North
+Of \textit{Norumbega}, and the \textit{Samoed} shoar
+Bursting their brazen Dungeon, armd with ice
+And snow and haile and stormie gust and flaw,
+\textit{Boreas} and \textit{Caecias} and \textit{Argestes} loud
+And \textit{Thrascias} rend the Woods and Seas upturn;
+With adverse blast up-turns them from the South
+\textit{Notus} and \textit{Afer} black with thundrous Clouds
+From \textit{Serraliona}; thwart of these as fierce
+Forth rush the \textit{Levant} and the \textit{Ponent} \textit{Vv}indes
+\textit{Eurus} and \textit{Zephir} with their lateral noise,
+\textit{Sirocco}, and \textit{Libecchio}. Thus began
+Outrage from liveless things; but Discord first
+Daughter of Sin, among th' irrational,
+Death introduc'd through fierce antipathie:
+Beast now with Beast gan war, and Fowle with Fowle,
+And Fish with Fish; to graze the Herb all leaving,
+Devourd each other; nor stood much in awe
+Of Man, but fled him, or with count'nance grim
+Glar'd on him passing: these were from without
+The growing miseries, which \textit{Adam} saw
+Alreadie in part, though hid in gloomiest shade,
+To sorrow abandond, but worse felt within,
+And in a troubl'd Sea of passion tost,
+Thus to disburd'n sought with sad complaint.
+\quad O miserable of happie! is this the end
+Of this new glorious World, and mee so late
+The Glory of that Glory, who now becom
+Accurst of blessed, hide me from the face
+Of God, whom to behold was then my highth
+Of happiness: yet well, if here would end
+The miserie, I deserv'd it, and would beare
+My own deservings; but this will not serve;
+All that I eate or drink, or shall beget,
+Is propagated curse. O voice once heard
+Delightfully, \textit{Encrease} \textit{And} \textit{Multiply},
+Now death to heare! for what can I encrease
+Or multiplie, but curses on my head?
+Who of all Ages to succeed, but feeling
+The evil on him brought by me, will curse
+My Head, Ill fare our Ancestor impure,
+For this we may thank \textit{Adam}; but his thanks
+Shall be the execration; so besides
+Mine own that bide upon me, all from mee
+Shall with a fierce reflux on mee redound,
+On mee as on their natural center light
+Heavie, though in their place. O fleeting joyes
+Of Paradise, deare bought with lasting woes!
+Did I request thee, Maker, from my Clay
+To mould me Man, did I sollicite thee
+From darkness to promote me, or here place
+In this delicious Garden? as my Will
+Concurd not to my being, it were but right
+And equal to reduce me to my dust,
+Desirous to resigne, and render back
+All I receav'd, unable to performe
+Thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold
+The good I sought not. To the loss of that,
+Sufficient penaltie, why hast thou added
+The sense of endless woes? inexplicable
+Thy Justice seems; yet to say truth, too late,
+I thus contest; then should have been refusd
+Those terms whatever, when they were propos'd:
+Thou didst accept them; wilt thou enjoy the good,
+Then cavil the conditions? and though God
+Made thee without thy leave, what if thy Son
+Prove disobedient, and reprov'd, retort,
+Wherefore didst thou beget me? I sought it not:
+Wouldst thou admit for his contempt of thee
+That proud excuse? yet him not thy election,
+But Natural necessity begot.
+God made thee of choice his own, and of his own
+To serve him, thy reward was of his grace,
+Thy punishment then justly is at his Will.
+Be it so, for I submit, his doom is fair,
+That dust I am, and shall to dust returne:
+O welcom hour whenever! why delayes
+His hand to execute what his Decree
+Fixd on this day? why do I overlive,
+Why am I mockt with death, and length'nd out
+To deathless pain? how gladly would I meet
+Mortalitie my sentence, and be Earth
+Insensible, how glad would lay me down
+As in my Mothers lap? there I should rest
+And sleep secure; his dreadful voice no more
+Would Thunder in my ears, no fear of worse
+To mee and to my ofspring would torment me
+With cruel expectation. Yet one doubt
+Pursues me still, least all I cannot die,
+Least that pure breath of Life, the Spirit of Man
+Which God inspir'd, cannot together perish
+With this corporeal Clod; then in the Grave,
+Or in some other dismal place, who knows
+But I shall die a living Death? O thought
+Horrid, if true! yet why? it was but breath
+Of Life that sinn'd; what dies but what had life
+And sin? the Bodie properly hath neither.
+All of me then shall die: let this appease
+The doubt, since humane reach no further knows.
+For though the Lord of all be infinite,
+Is his wrauth also? be it, man is not so,
+But mortal doom'd. How can he exercise
+Wrath without end on Man whom Death must end?
+Can he make deathless Death? that were to make
+Strange contradiction, which to God himself
+Impossible is held, as Argument
+Of weakness, not of Power. Will he, draw out,
+For angers sake, finite to infinite
+In punisht man, to satisfie his rigour
+Satisfi'd never; that were to extend
+His Sentence beyond dust and Natures Law,
+By which all Causes else according still
+To the reception of their matter act,
+Not to th' extent of their own Spheare. But say
+That Death be not one stroak, as I suppos'd,
+Bereaving sense, but endless miserie
+From this day onward, which I feel begun
+Both in me, and without me, and so last
+To perpetuitie; Ay me, that fear
+Comes thundring back with dreadful revolution
+On my defensless head; both Death and I
+Am found Eternal, and incorporate both,
+Nor I on my part single, in mee all
+Posteritie stands curst: Fair Patrimonie
+That I must leave ye, Sons; O were I able
+To waste it all my self, and leave ye none!
+So disinherited how would ye bless
+Me now your Curse! Ah, why should all mankind
+For one mans fault thus guiltless be condemn'd,
+If guiltless? But from mee what can proceed,
+But all corrupt, both Mind and Will deprav'd,
+Not to do onely, but to will the same
+With me? how can they acquitted stand
+In sight of God? Him after all Disputes
+Forc't I absolve: all my evasions vain
+And reasonings, though through Mazes, lead me still
+But to my own conviction: first and last
+On mee, mee onely, as the sourse and spring
+Of all corruption, all the blame lights due;
+So might the wrauth, Fond wish! couldst thou support
+That burden heavier then the Earth to bear,
+Then all the world much heavier, though divided
+With that bad Woman? Thus what thou desir'st,
+And what thou fearst, alike destroyes all hope
+Of refuge, and concludes thee miserable
+Beyond all past example and future,
+To \textit{Satan} onely like both crime and doom.
+O Conscience, into what Abyss of fears
+And horrors hast thou driv'n me; out of which
+I find no way, from deep to deeper plung'd!
+\quad Thus \textit{Adam} to himself lamented loud
+Through the still Night, now now, as ere man fell,
+Wholsom and cool, and mild, but with black Air
+Accompanied, with damps and dreadful gloom,
+Which to his evil Conscience represented
+All things with double terror: On the ground
+Outstretcht he lay, on the cold ground, and oft
+Curs'd his Creation, Death as oft accus'd
+Of tardie execution, since denounc't
+The day of his offence. Why comes not Death,
+Said hee, with one thrice acceptable stroke
+To end me? Shall Truth fail to keep her word,
+Justice Divine not hast'n to be just?
+But Death comes not at call, Justice Divine
+Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.
+O Woods, O Fountains, Hillocks, Dales and Bowrs,
+\textit{Vv}ith other echo farr I taught your Shades
+To answer, and resound farr other Song.
+\textit{Vv}hom thus afflicted when sad \textit{Eve} beheld,
+Desolate where she sate, approaching nigh,
+Soft words to his fierce passion she assay'd:
+But her with stern regard he thus repell'd.
+\quad Out of my sight, thou Serpent, that name best
+Befits thee with him leagu'd, thy self as false
+And hateful; nothing wants, but that thy shape,
+Like his, and colour Serpentine may shew
+Thy inward fraud, to warn all Creatures from thee
+Henceforth; least that too heav'nly form, pretended
+To hellish falshood, snare them. But for thee
+I had persisted happie, had not thy pride
+And wandring vanitie, when lest was safe,
+Rejected my forewarning, and disdain'd
+Not to be trusted, longing to be seen
+Though by the Devil himself, him overweening
+To over-reach, but with the Serpent meeting
+Fool'd and beguil'd, by him thou, I by thee,
+To trust thee from my side, imagin'd wise,
+Constant, mature, proof against all assaults,
+And understood not all was but a shew
+Rather then solid vertu, all but a Rib
+Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears,
+More to the part sinister from me drawn,
+Well if thrown out, as supernumerarie
+To my just number found. O why did God,
+Creator wise, that peopl'd highest Heav'n
+With Spirits Masculine, create at last
+This noveltie on Earth, this fair defect
+Of Nature, and not fill the World at once
+With Men as Angels without Feminine,
+Or find some other way to generate
+Mankind? this mischief had not then befall'n,
+And more that shall befall, innumerable
+Disturbances on Earth through Femal snares,
+And straight conjunction with this Sex: for either
+He never shall find out fit Mate, but such
+As some misfortune brings him, or mistake,
+Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain
+Through her perverseness, but shall see her gaind
+By a farr worse, or if she love, withheld
+By Parents, or his happiest choice too late
+Shall meet, alreadie linkt and Wedlock-bound
+To a fell Adversarie, his hate or shame:
+Which infinite calamitie shall cause
+To humane life, and houshold peace confound.
+\quad He added not, and from her turn'd, but \textit{Eve}
+Not so repulst, with Tears that ceas'd not flowing,
+And tresses all disorderd, at his feet
+Fell humble, and imbracing them, besaught
+His peace, and thus proceeded in her plaint.
+\quad Forsake me not thus, \textit{Adam}, witness Heav'n
+What love sincere, and reverence in my heart
+I beare thee, and unweeting have offended,
+Unhappilie deceav'd; thy suppliant
+I beg, and clasp thy knees; bereave me not,
+Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid,
+Thy counsel in this uttermost distress,
+My onely strength and stay: forlorn of thee,
+Whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
+While yet we live, scarse one short hour perhaps,
+Between us two let there be peace, both joyning,
+As joyn'd in injuries, one enmitie
+Against a Foe by doom express assign'd us,
+That cruel Serpent: On me exercise not
+Thy hatred for this miserie befall'n,
+On me already lost, mee then thy self
+More miserable; both have sin'd, but thou
+Against God onely, I against God and thee,
+And to the place of judgement will return,
+There with my cries importune Heaven, that all
+The sentence from thy head remov'd may light
+On me, sole cause to thee of all this woe,
+Mee mee onely just object of his ire.
+\quad She ended weeping, and her lowlie plight,
+Immoveable till peace obtain'd from fault
+Acknowledg'd and deplor'd, in \textit{Adam} wraught
+Commiseration; soon his heart relented
+Towards her, his life so late and sole delight,
+Now at his feet submissive in distress,
+Creature so faire his reconcilement seeking,
+His counsel whom she had displeas'd, his aide;
+As one disarm'd, his anger all he lost,
+And thus with peaceful words uprais'd her soon.
+\quad Unwarie, and too desirous, as before,
+So now of what thou knowst not, who desir'st
+The punishment all on thy self; alas,
+Beare thine own first, ill able to sustaine
+His full wrauth whose thou feelst as yet lest part,
+And my displeasure bearst so ill. If Prayers
+Could alter high Decrees, I to that place
+Would speed before thee, and be louder heard,
+That on my head all might be visited,
+Thy frailtie and infirmer Sex forgiv'n,
+To me committed and by me expos'd.
+But rise, let us no more contend, nor blame
+Each other, blam'd enough elsewhere, but strive
+In offices of Love, how we may light'n
+Each others burden in our share of woe;
+Since this days Death denounc't, if ought I see,
+Will prove no sudden, but a slow-pac't evill,
+A long days dying to augment our paine,
+And to our Seed (O hapless Seed!) deriv'd.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Eve}, recovering heart, repli'd.
+\textit{Adam}, by sad experiment I know
+How little weight my words with thee can finde,
+Found so erroneous, thence by just event
+Found so unfortunate; nevertheless,
+Restor'd by thee, vile as I am, to place
+Of new acceptance, hopeful to regaine
+Thy Love, the sole contentment of my heart,
+Living or dying from thee I will not hide
+What thoughts in my unquiet brest are ris'n,
+Tending to som relief of our extremes,
+Or end, though sharp and sad, yet tolerable,
+As in our evils, and of easier choice.
+If care of our descent perplex us most,
+Which must be born to certain woe, devourd
+By Death at last, and miserable it is
+To be to others cause of misery,
+Our own begotten, and of our Loines to bring
+Into this cursed World a woful Race,
+That after wretched Life must be at last
+Food for so foule a Monster, in thy power
+It lies, yet ere Conception to prevent
+The Race unblest, to being yet unbegot.
+Childless thou art, Childless remaine:
+So Death shall be deceav'd his glut, and with us two
+Be forc'd to satisfie his Rav'nous Maw.
+But if thou judge it hard and difficult,
+Conversing, looking, loving, to abstain
+From Loves due Rites, Nuptial embraces sweet,
+And with desire to languish without hope,
+Before the present object languishing
+With like desire, which would be miserie
+And torment less then none of what we dread,
+Then both our selves and Seed at once to free
+From what we fear for both, let us make short,
+Let us seek Death, or hee not found, supply
+With our own hands his Office on our selves;
+Why stand we longer shivering under feares,
+That shew no end but Death, and have the power,
+Of many wayes to die the shortest choosing,
+Destruction with destruction to destroy.
+\quad She ended heer, or vehement despaire
+Broke off the rest; so much of Death her thoughts
+Had entertaind, as di'd her Cheeks with pale.
+But \textit{Adam} with such counsel nothing sway'd,
+To better hopes his more attentive minde
+Labouring had rais'd, and thus to \textit{Eve} repli'd.
+\quad \textit{Eve}, thy contempt of life and pleasure seems
+To argue in thee somthing more sublime
+And excellent then what thy minde contemnes;
+But self-destruction therefore saught, refutes
+That excellence thought in thee, and implies,
+Not thy contempt, but anguish and regret
+For loss of life and pleasure overlov'd.
+Or if thou covet death, as utmost end
+Of miserie, so thinking to evade
+The penaltie pronounc't, doubt not but God
+Hath wiselier arm'd his vengeful ire then so
+To be forestall'd; much more I fear least Death
+So snatcht will not exempt us from the paine
+We are by doom to pay; rather such acts
+Of contumacie will provoke the highest
+To make death in us live: Then let us seek
+Som safer resolution, which methinks
+I have in view, calling to minde with heed
+Part of our Sentence, that thy Seed shall bruise
+The Serpents head; piteous amends, unless
+Be meant, whom I conjecture, our grand Foe
+\textit{Satan}, who in the Serpent hath contriv'd
+Against us this deceit: to crush his head
+Would be revenge indeed; which will be lost
+By death brought on our selves, or childless days
+Resolv'd, as thou proposest; so our Foe
+Shall scape his punishment ordain'd, and wee
+Instead shall double ours upon our heads.
+No more be mention'd then of violence
+Against our selves, and wilful barrenness,
+That cuts us off from hope, and savours onely
+Rancor and pride, impatience and despite,
+Reluctance against God and his just yoke
+Laid on our Necks. Remember with what mild
+And gracious temper he both heard and judg'd
+Without wrauth or reviling; wee expected
+Immediate dissolution, which we thought
+Was meant by Death that day, when lo, to thee
+Pains onely in Child-bearing were foretold,
+And bringing forth, soon recompenc't with joy,
+Fruit of thy Womb: On mee the Curse aslope
+Glanc'd on the ground, with labour I must earne
+My bread; what harm? Idleness had bin worse;
+My labour will sustain me; and least Cold
+Or Heat should injure us, his timely care
+Hath unbesaught provided, and his hands
+Cloath'd us unworthie, pitying while he judg'd;
+How much more, if we pray him, will his ear
+Be open, and his heart to pitie incline,
+And teach us further by what means to shun
+Th' inclement Seasons, Rain, Ice, Hail and Snow,
+Which now the Skie with various Face begins
+To shew us in this Mountain, while the Winds
+Blow moist and keen, shattering the graceful locks
+Of these fair spreading Trees; which bids us seek
+Som better shroud, som better warmth to cherish
+Our Limbs benumm'd, ere this diurnal Starr
+Leave cold the Night, how we his gather'd beams
+Reflected, may with matter sere foment,
+Or by collision of two bodies grinde
+The Air attrite to Fire, as late the Clouds
+Justling or pusht with Winds rude in their shock
+Tine the slant Lightning, whose thwart flame driv'n down
+Kindles the gummie bark of Firr or Pine,
+And sends a comfortable heat from farr,
+Which might supplie the Sun: such Fire to use,
+And what may else be remedie or cure
+To evils which our own misdeeds have wrought,
+Hee will instruct us praying, and of Grace
+Beseeching him, so as we need not fear
+To pass commodiously this life, sustain'd
+By him with many comforts, till we end
+In dust, our final rest and native home.
+What better can we do, then to the place
+Repairing where he judg'd us, prostrate fall
+Before him reverent, and there confess
+Humbly our faults, and pardon beg, with tears
+\textit{Vv}atering the ground, and with our sighs the Air
+Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign
+Of sorrow unfeign'd, and humiliation meek.
+Undoubtedly he will relent and turn
+From his displeasure; in whose look serene,
+\textit{Vv}hen angry most he seem'd and most severe,
+\textit{Vv}hat else but favor, grace, and mercie shon?
+\quad So spake our Father penitent, nor \textit{Eve}
+Felt less remorse: they forthwith to the place
+Repairing where he judg'd them prostrate fell
+Before him reverent, and both confess'd
+Humbly their faults, and pardon beg'd, with tears
+\textit{Vv}atering the ground, and with their sighs the Air
+Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign
+Of sorrow unfeign'd, and humiliation meek.
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+Thus they in lowliest plight repentant stood
+Praying, for from the Mercie-seat above
+Prevenient Grace descending had remov'd
+The stonie from their hearts, and made new flesh
+Regenerat grow instead, that sighs now breath'd
+Unutterable, which the Spirit of prayer
+Inspir'd, and wing'd for Heav'n with speedier flight
+Then loudest Oratorie: yet their port
+Not of mean suiters, nor important less
+Seem'd their Petition, then when th' ancient Pair
+In Fables old, less ancient yet then these,
+\textit{Deucalion} and chaste \textit{Pyrrha} to restore
+The Race of Mankind drownd, before the Shrine
+Of \textit{Themis} stood devout. To Heav'n their prayers
+Flew up, nor missed the way, by envious windes
+Blow'n vagabond or frustrate: in they passd
+Dimentionless through Heav'nly dores; then clad
+With incense, where the Golden Altar fum'd,
+By their great Intercessor, came in sight
+Before the Fathers Throne: Them the glad Son
+Presenting, thus to intercede began.
+\quad See Father, what first fruits on Earth are sprung
+From thy implanted Grace in Man, these Sighs
+And Prayers, which in this Golden Censer, mixt
+With Incense, I thy Priest before thee bring,
+Fruits of more pleasing savour from thy seed
+Sow'n with contrition in his heart, then those
+Which his own hand manuring all the Trees
+Of Paradise could have produc't, ere fall'n
+From innocence. Now therefore bend thine eare
+To supplication, heare his sighs though mute;
+Unskilful with what words to pray, let mee
+Interpret for him, mee his Advocate
+And propitiation, all his works on mee
+Good or not good ingraft, my Merit those
+Shall perfet, and for these my Death shall pay.
+Accept me, and in mee from these receave
+The smell of peace toward Mankinde, let him live
+Before thee reconcil'd, at least his days
+Numberd, though sad, till Death, his doom (which I
+To mitigate thus plead, not to reverse)
+To better life shall yeeld him, where with mee
+All my redeemd may dwell in joy and bliss,
+Made one with me as I with thee am one.
+\quad To whom the Father, without Cloud, serene.
+All thy request for Man, accepted Son,
+Obtain, all thy request was my Decree:
+But longer in that Paradise to dwell,
+The Law I gave to Nature him forbids:
+Those pure immortal Elements that know
+No gross, no unharmoneous mixture foule,
+Eject him tainted now, and purge him off
+As a distemper, gross to aire as gross,
+And mortal food, as may dispose him best
+For dissolution wrought by Sin, that first
+Distemperd all things, and of incorrupt
+Corrupted. I at first with two fair gifts
+Created him endowd, with Happiness
+And Immortalitie: that fondly lost,
+This other serv'd but to eternize woe;
+Till I provided Death; so Death becomes
+His final remedie, and after Life
+Tri'd in sharp tribulation, and refin'd
+By Faith and faithful works, to second Life,
+Wak't in the renovation of the just,
+Resignes him up with Heav'n and Earth renewd.
+But let us call to Synod all the Blest
+Through Heav'ns wide bounds; from them I will not hide
+My judgments, how with Mankind I proceed,
+As how with peccant Angels late they saw;
+And in their state, though firm, stood more confirmd.
+\quad He ended, and the Son gave signal high
+To the bright Minister that watchd, hee blew
+His Trumpet, heard in \textit{Oreb} since perhaps
+When God descended, and perhaps once more
+To sound at general Doom. Th' Angelic blast
+Filld all the Regions: from their blissful Bowrs
+Of \textit{Amarantin} Shade, Fountain or Spring,
+By the waters of Life, where ere they sate
+In fellowships of joy: the Sons of Light
+Hasted, resorting to the Summons high,
+And took their Seats; till from his Throne supream
+Th' Almighty thus pronounced his sovran Will.
+\quad O Sons, like one of us Man is become
+To know both Good and Evil, since his taste
+Of that defended Fruit; but let him boast
+His knowledge of Good lost, and Evil got,
+Happier, had it suffic'd him to have known
+Good by it self, and Evil not at all.
+He sorrows now, repents, and prayes contrite,
+My motions in him, longer then they move,
+His heart I know, how variable and vain
+Self-left. Least therefore his now bolder hand
+Reach also of the Tree of Life, and eat,
+And live for ever, dream at least to live
+Forever, to remove him I decree,
+And send him from the Garden forth to Till
+The Ground whence he was taken, fitter soile.
+\quad \textit{Michael}, this my behest have thou in charge,
+Take to thee from among the Cherubim
+Thy choice of flaming Warriours, least the Fiend
+Or in behalf of Man, or to invade
+Vacant possession som new trouble raise:
+Hast thee, and from the Paradise of God
+Without remorse drive out the sinful Pair,
+From hallowd ground th' unholie, and denounce
+To them and to their Progenie from thence
+Perpetual banishment. Yet least they faint
+At the sad Sentence rigorously urg'd,
+For I behold them soft'nd and with tears
+Bewailing their excess, all terror hide.
+If patiently thy bidding they obey,
+Dismiss them not disconsolate; reveale
+To \textit{Adam} what shall come in future dayes,
+As I shall thee enlighten, intermix
+My Cov'nant in the Womans seed renewd;
+So send them forth, though sorrowing, yet in peace:
+And on the East side of the Garden place,
+Where entrance up from \textit{Eden} easiest climbes,
+Cherubic watch, and of a Sword the flame
+Wide waving, all approach farr off to fright,
+And guard all passage to the Tree of Life:
+Least Paradise a receptacle prove
+To Spirits foule, and all my Trees their prey,
+With whose stol'n Fruit Man once more to delude.
+\quad He ceas'd; and th' Archangelic Power prepar'd
+For swift descent, with him the Cohort bright
+Of watchful Cherubim; four faces each
+Had, like a double \textit{Janus}, all their shape
+Spangl'd with eyes more numerous then those
+Of \textit{Argus}, and more wakeful then to drouze,
+Charm'd with \textit{Arcadian} Pipe, the Pastoral Reed
+Of \textit{Hermes}, or his opiate Rod. Meanwhile
+To resalute the World with sacred Light
+\textit{Leucothea} wak'd, and with fresh dews imbalmd
+The Earth, when \textit{Adam} and first Matron \textit{Eve}
+Had ended now their Orisons, and found,
+Strength added from above, new hope to spring
+Out of despaire, joy, but with fear yet linkt;
+Which thus to \textit{Eve} his welcome words renewd.
+\quad \textit{Eve}, easily may Faith admit, that all
+The good which we enjoy, from Heav'n descends
+But that from us ought should ascend to Heav'n
+So prevalent as to concerne the mind
+Of God high blest, or to incline his will,
+Hard to belief may seem; yet this will Prayer,
+Or one short sigh of humane breath, up-borne
+Ev'n to the Seat of God. For since I saught
+By Prayer th' offended Deitie to appease,
+Kneel'd and before him humbl'd all my heart,
+Methought I saw him placable and mild,
+Bending his eare; perswasion in me grew
+That I was heard with favour; peace returnd
+Home to my brest, and to my memorie
+His promise, that thy Seed shall bruise our Foe;
+Which then not minded in dismay, yet now
+Assures me that the bitterness of death
+Is past, and we shall live. Whence Haile to thee,
+\textit{Eve} rightly call'd, Mother of all Mankind,
+Mother of all things living, since by thee
+Man is to live, and all things live for Man.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Eve} with sad demeanour meek.
+Ill worthie I such title should belong
+To me transgressour, who for thee ordaind
+A help, became thy snare; to mee reproach
+Rather belongs, distrust and all dispraise:
+But infinite in pardon was my Judge,
+That I who first brought Death on all, am grac't
+The sourse of life; next favourable thou,
+Who highly thus to entitle me voutsaf't,
+Farr other name deserving. But the Field
+To labour calls us now with sweat impos'd,
+Though after sleepless Night; for see the Morn,
+All unconcern'd with our unrest, begins
+Her rosie progress smiling; let us forth,
+I never from thy side henceforth to stray,
+Wherere our days work lies, though now enjoind
+Laborious, till day droop; while here we dwell,
+What can be toilsom in these pleasant Walkes?
+Here let us live, though in fall'n state, content.
+\quad So spake, so wish'd much-humbl'd \textit{Eve}, but Fate
+Subscrib'd not; Nature first gave Signs, imprest
+On Bird, Beast, Aire, Aire suddenly eclips'd
+After short blush of Morn; nigh in her sight
+The Bird of \textit{Jove}, stoopt from his aerie tour,
+Two Birds of gayest plume before him drove:
+Down from a Hill the Beast that reigns in Woods,
+First Hunter then, pursu'd a gentle brace,
+Goodliest of all the Forrest, Hart and Hinde;
+Direct to th' Eastern Gate was bent their flight.
+\textit{Adam} observ'd, and with his Eye the chase
+Pursuing, not unmov'd to \textit{Eve} thus spake.
+\quad O \textit{Eve}, some furder change awaits us nigh,
+Which Heav'n by these mute signs in Nature shews
+Forerunners of his purpose, or to warn
+Us haply too secure of our discharge
+From penaltie, because from death releast
+Some days; how long, and what till then our life,
+Who knows, or more then this, that we are dust,
+And thither must return and be no more.
+\textit{Vv}hy else this double object in our sight
+Of flight pursu'd in th' Air and ore the ground
+One way the self-same hour? why in the East
+Darkness ere Dayes mid-course, and Morning light
+More orient in yon \textit{Vv}estern Cloud that draws
+O're the blew Firmament a radiant white,
+And slow descends, with somthing heav'nly fraught.
+\quad He err'd not, for by this the heav'nly Bands
+Down from a Skie of Jasper lighted now
+In Paradise, and on a Hill made alt,
+A glorious Apparition, had not doubt
+And carnal fear that day dimm'd \textit{Adams} eye.
+Not that more glorious, when the Angels met
+\textit{Jacob} in \textit{Mahanaim}, where he saw
+The field Pavilion'd with his Guardians bright;
+Nor that which on the flaming Mount appeerd
+In \textit{Dothan}, cover'd with a Camp of Fire,
+Against the \textit{Syrian} King, who to surprize
+One man, Assassin-like had levied Warr,
+Warr unproclam'd. The Princely Hierarch
+In their bright stand, there left his Powers to seise
+Possession of the Garden; hee alone,
+To finde where \textit{Adam} shelterd, took his way,
+Not unperceav'd of \textit{Adam}, who to \textit{Eve},
+While the great Visitant approachd, thus spake.
+\quad \textit{Eve}, now expect great tidings, which perhaps
+Of us will soon determin, or impose
+New Laws to be observ'd; for I descrie
+From yonder blazing Cloud that veils the Hill
+One of the heav'nly Host, and by his Gate
+None of the meanest, some great Potentate
+Or of the Thrones above, such Majestie
+Invests him coming; yet not terrible,
+That I should fear, nor sociably mild,
+As \textit{Raphael}, that I should much confide,
+But solemn and sublime, whom not to offend,
+With reverence I must meet, and thou retire.
+He ended; and th' Arch-Angel soon drew nigh,
+Not in his shape Celestial, but as Man
+Clad to meet Man; over his lucid Armes
+A militarie Vest of purple flowd
+Livelier then \textit{Meliboean}, or the graine
+Of \textit{Sarra}, worn by Kings and Hero's old
+In time of Truce; \textit{Iris} had dipt the wooff;
+His starrie Helme unbuckl'd shew'd him prime
+In Manhood where Youth ended; by his side
+As in a glistering \textit{Zodiac} hung the Sword,
+Satans dire dread, and in his hand the Spear.
+\textit{Adam} bowd low, hee Kingly from his State
+Inclin'd not, but his coming thus declar'd.
+\quad \textit{Adam}, Heav'ns high behest no Preface needs:
+Sufficient that thy Prayers are heard, and Death,
+Then due by sentence when thou didst transgress,
+Defeated of his seisure many dayes
+Giv'n thee of Grace, wherein thou may'st repent,
+And one bad act with many deeds well done
+Mayst cover: well may then thy Lord appeas'd
+Redeem thee quite from Deaths rapacious claimes;
+But longer in this Paradise to dwell
+Permits not; to remove thee I am come,
+And send thee from the Garden forth to till
+The ground whence thou wast tak'n, fitter Soile.
+\quad He added not, for \textit{Adam} at the newes
+Heart-strook with chilling gripe of sorrow stood,
+That all his senses bound; \textit{Eve}, who unseen
+Yet all had heard, with audible lament
+Discover'd soon the place of her retire.
+\quad O unexpected stroke, worse then of Death!
+Must I thus leave thee Paradise? thus leave
+Thee Native Soile, these happie Walks and Shades,
+Fit haunt of Gods? where I had hope to spend,
+Quiet though sad, the respit of that day
+That must be mortal to us both. O flours,
+That never will in other Climate grow,
+My early visitation, and my last
+At Eev'n, which I bred up with tender hand
+From the first op'ning bud, and gave ye Names,
+Who now shall reare ye to the Sun, or ranke
+Your Tribes, and water from th' ambrosial Fount?
+Thee lastly nuptial Bowre, by mee adornd
+With what to sight or smell was sweet; from thee
+How shall I part, and whither wander down
+Into a lower World, to this obscure
+And wilde, how shall we breath in other Aire
+Less pure, accustomd to immortal Fruits?
+\quad Whom thus the Angel interrupted milde.
+Lament not \textit{Eve}, but patiently resigne
+What justly thou hast lost; nor set thy heart,
+Thus over fond, on that which is not thine;
+Thy going is not lonely, with thee goes
+Thy Husband, him to follow thou art bound;
+Where he abides, think there thy native soile.
+\quad \textit{Adam} by this from the cold sudden damp
+Recovering, and his scatterd spirits returnd,
+To \textit{Michael} thus his humble words addressd.
+\quad Celestial, whether among the Thrones, or nam'd
+Of them the Highest, for such of shape may seem
+Prince above Princes, gently hast thou tould
+Thy message, which might else in telling wound,
+And in performing end us; what besides
+Of sorrow and dejection and despair
+Our frailtie can sustain, thy tidings bring,
+Departure from this happy place, our sweet
+Recess, and onely consolation left
+Familiar to our eyes, all places else
+Inhospitable appeer and desolate,
+Nor knowing us nor known: and if by prayer
+Incessant I could hope to change the will
+Of him who all things can, I would not cease
+To wearie him with my assiduous cries:
+But prayer against his absolute Decree
+No more availes then breath against the winde,
+Blown stifling back on him that breaths it forth:
+Therefore to his great bidding I submit.
+This most afflicts me, that departing hence,
+As from his face I shall be hid, deprivd
+His blessed count'nance; here I could frequent,
+With worship, place by place where he voutsaf'd
+Presence Divine, and to my Sons relate;
+On this Mount he appeerd, under this Tree
+Stood visible, among these Pines his voice
+I heard, here with him at this Fountain talk'd:
+So many grateful Altars I would reare
+Of grassie Terfe, and pile up every Stone
+Of lustre from the brook, in memorie,
+Or monument to Ages, and thereon
+Offer sweet smelling Gumms and Fruits and Flours:
+In yonder nether World where shall I seek
+His bright appearances, or footstep trace?
+For though I fled him angrie, yet recall'd
+To life prolongd and promisd Race, I now
+Gladly behold though but his utmost skirts
+Of glory, and farr off his steps adore.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Michael} with regard benigne.
+\textit{Adam}, thou know'st Heav'n his, and all the Earth
+Not this Rock onely; his Omnipresence fills
+Land, Sea, and Aire, and every kinde that lives,
+Fomented by his virtual power and warmd:
+All th' Earth he gave thee to possess and rule,
+No despicable gift; surmise not then
+His presence to these narrow bounds confin'd
+Of Paradise or \textit{Eden}: this had been
+Perhaps thy Capital Seate, from whence had spred
+All generations, and had hither come
+From all the ends of th' Earth, to celebrate
+And reverence thee their great Progenitor.
+But this praeeminence thou hast lost, brought down
+To dwell on eeven ground now with thy Sons:
+Yet doubt not but in Vallie and in Plaine
+God is as here, and will be found alike
+Present, and of his presence many a signe
+Still following thee, still compassing thee round
+With goodness and paternal Love, his Face
+Express, and of his steps the track Divine.
+Which that thou mayst beleeve, and be confirmd,
+Ere thou from hence depart, know I am sent
+To shew thee what shall come in future dayes
+To thee and to thy Ofspring; good with bad
+Expect to hear, supernal Grace contending
+With sinfulness of Men; thereby to learn
+True patience, and to temper joy with fear
+And pious sorrow, equally enur'd
+By moderation either state to beare,
+Prosperous or adverse: so shalt thou lead
+Safest thy life, and best prepar'd endure
+Thy mortal passage when it comes. Ascend
+This Hill; let \textit{Eve} (for I have drencht her eyes)
+Here sleep below while thou to foresight wak'st,
+As once thou slepst, while Shee to life was formd.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Adam} gratefully repli'd.
+Ascend, I follow thee, safe Guide, the path
+Thou lead'st me, and to the hand of Heav'n submit,
+However chast'ning, to the evil turne
+My obvious breast, arming to overcom
+By suffering, and earne rest from labour won,
+If so I may attain. So both ascend
+In the Visions of God: It was a Hill
+Of Paradise the highest, from whose top
+The Hemisphere of Earth in cleerest Ken
+Stretcht out to amplest reach of prospect lay.
+Not higher that Hill nor wider looking round,
+Whereon for different cause the Tempter set
+Our second \textit{Adam} in the Wilderness,
+To shew him all Earths Kingdomes and their Glory.
+His Eye might there command wherever stood
+City of old or modern Fame, the Seat
+Of mightiest Empire, from the destind Walls
+Of \textit{Cambalu}, seat of \textit{Cathaian} \textit{Can}
+And \textit{Samarchand} by \textit{Oxus}, \textit{Temirs} Throne,
+To \textit{Paquin} of \textit{Sinaean} Kings, and thence
+To \textit{Agra} and \textit{Lahor} of great \textit{Mogul}
+Down to the golden \textit{Chersonese}, or where
+The \textit{Persian} in \textit{Ecbatan} sate, or since
+In \textit{Hispahan}, or where the \textit{Russian} \textit{Ksar}
+In \textit{Mosco}, or the Sultan in \textit{Bizance},
+\textit{Turchestan}-born; nor could his eye not ken
+Th' Empire of \textit{Negus} to his utmost Port
+\textit{Ercoco} and the less Maritine Kings
+\textit{Mombaza}, and \textit{Quiloa}, and \textit{Melind},
+And \textit{Sofala} thought \textit{Ophir}, to the Realme
+Of \textit{Congo}, and \textit{Angola} fardest South;
+Or thence from \textit{Niger} Flood to \textit{Atlas} Mount
+The Kingdoms of \textit{Almansor}, \textit{Fez}, and \textit{Sus},
+\textit{Marocco} and \textit{Algiers}, and \textit{Tremisen};
+On \textit{Europe} thence, and where \textit{Rome} was to sway
+The \textit{Vv}orld: in Spirit perhaps he also saw
+Rich \textit{Mexico} the seat of \textit{Motezume},
+And \textit{Cusco} in \textit{Peru}, the richer seat
+Of \textit{Atabalipa}, and yet unspoil'd
+\textit{Guiana}, whose great Citie \textit{Geryons} Sons
+Call \textit{El} \textit{Dorado}: but to nobler sights
+\textit{Michael} from \textit{Adams} eyes the Filme remov'd
+\textit{Vv}hich that false Fruit that promis'd clearer sight
+Had bred; then purg'd with Euphrasie and Rue
+The visual Nerve, for he had much to see;
+And from the \textit{Vv}ell of Life three drops instill'd.
+So deep the power of these Ingredients pierc'd,
+Eevn to the inmost seat of mental sight,
+That \textit{Adam} now enforc't to close his eyes,
+Sunk down and all his Spirits became intranst:
+But him the gentle Angel by the hand
+Soon rais'd, and his attention thus recall'd.
+\quad \textit{Adam}, now ope thine eyes, and first behold
+Th' effects which thy original crime hath wrought
+In some to spring from thee, who never touch'd
+Th' excepted Tree, nor with the Snake conspir'd,
+Nor sinn'd thy sin, yet from that sin derive
+Corruption to bring forth more violent deeds.
+\quad His eyes he op'nd, and beheld a field,
+Part arable and tilth, whereon were Sheaves
+New reapt, the other part sheep-walks and foulds;
+Ith' midst an Altar as the Land-mark stood
+Rustic, of grassie sord; thither anon
+A sweatie Reaper from his Tillage brought
+First Fruits, the green Eare, and the yellow Sheaf,
+Uncull'd, as came to hand; a Shepherd next
+More meek came with the Firstlings of his Flock
+Choicest and best; then sacrificing, laid
+The Inwards and their Fat, with Incense strew'd,
+On the cleft Wood, and all due Rites perform'd.
+His Offring soon propitious Fire from Heav'n
+Consum'd with nimble glance, and grateful steame;
+The others not, for his was not sincere;
+Whereat hee inlie rag'd, and as they talk'd,
+Smote him into the Midriff with a stone
+That beat out life; he fell, and deadly pale
+Groand out his Soul with gushing bloud effus'd.
+Much at that sight was \textit{Adam} in his heart
+Dismai'd, and thus in haste to th' Angel cri'd.
+\quad O Teacher, some great mischief hath befall'n
+To that meek man, who well had sacrific'd;
+Is Pietie thus and pure Devotion paid?
+\quad T' whom \textit{Michael} thus, hee also mov'd, repli'd.
+These two are Brethren, \textit{Adam}, and to come
+Out of thy loyns; th' unjust the just hath slain,
+For envie that his Brothers Offering found
+From Heav'n acceptance; but the bloodie Fact
+Will be aveng'd, and th' others Faith approv'd
+Loose no reward, though here thou see him die,
+Rowling in dust and gore. To which our Sire.
+\quad Alas, both for the deed and for the cause!
+But have I now seen Death? Is this the way
+I must return to native dust? O sight
+Of terrour, foul and ugly to behold,
+Horrid to think, how horrible to feel!
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Michael}. Death thou hast seen
+In his first shape on man; but many shapes
+Of Death, and many are the wayes that lead
+To his grim Cave, all dismal; yet to sense
+More terrible at th' entrance then within.
+Some, as thou saw'st, by violent stroke shall die,
+By Fire, Flood, Famin, by Intemperance more
+In Meats and Drinks, which on the Earth shal bring
+Diseases dire, of which a monstrous crew
+Before thee shall appear; that thou mayst know
+What miserie th' inabstinence of \textit{Eve}
+Shall bring on men. Immediately a place
+Before his eyes appeard, sad, noysom, dark,
+A Lazar-house it seemd, wherein were laid
+Numbers of all diseas'd, all maladies
+Of gastly Spasm, or racking torture, qualmes
+Of heart-sick Agonie, all feavorous kinds,
+Convulsions, Epilepsies, fierce Catarrhs,
+Intestin Stone and Ulcer, Colic pangs,
+Dropsies, and Asthma's, and Joint-racking Rheums.
+Dire was the tossing, deep the groans, despair
+Tended the sick busiest from Couch to Couch;
+And over them triumphant Death his Dart
+Shook, but delaid to strike, though oft invok't
+With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.
+Sight so deform what heart of Rock could long
+Drie-ey'd behold? \textit{Adam} could not, but wept,
+Though not of Woman born; compassion quell'd
+His best of Man, and gave him up to tears
+A space, till firmer thoughts restraind excess,
+And scarce recovering words his plaint renew'd.
+\quad O miserable Mankind, to what fall
+Degraded, to what wretched state reserv'd?
+Better end heer unborn. Why is life giv'n
+To be thus wrested from us? rather why
+Obtruded on us thus? who if we knew
+What we receive, would either not accept
+Life offer'd, or soon beg to lay it down,
+Glad to be so dismist in peace. Can thus
+Th' Image of God in man created once
+So goodly and erect, though faultie since,
+To such unsightly sufferings be debas't
+Under inhuman pains? Why should not Man,
+Retaining still Divine similitude
+In part, from such deformities be free,
+And for his Makers Image sake exempt?
+\quad Their Makers Image, answerd \textit{Michael}, then
+Forsook them, when themselves they villifi'd
+To serve ungovern'd appetite, and took
+His Image whom they serv'd, a brutish vice,
+Inductive mainly to the sin of \textit{Eve}.
+Therefore so abject is their punishment,
+Disfiguring not Gods likeness, but their own,
+Or if his likeness, by themselves defac't
+While they pervert pure Natures healthful rules
+To loathsom sickness, worthily, since they
+Gods Image did not reverence in themselves.
+\quad I yeild it just, said \textit{Adam}, and submit.
+But is there yet no other way, besides
+These painful passages, how we may come
+To Death, and mix with our connatural dust?
+\quad There is, said \textit{Michael}, if thou well observe
+The rule of not too much, by temperance taught
+In what thou eatst and drinkst, seeking from thence
+Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight,
+Till many years over thy head return:
+So maist thou live, till like ripe Fruit thou drop
+Into thy Mothers lap, or be with ease
+Gatherd, not harshly pluckt, for death mature:
+This is old age; but then thou must outlive
+Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will change
+To witherd weak and gray; thy Senses then
+Obtuse, all taste of pleasure must forgoe,
+To what thou hast, and for the Aire of youth
+Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reigne
+A melancholly damp of cold and dry
+To waigh thy spirits down, and last consume
+The Balme of Life. To whom our Ancestor.
+\quad Henceforth I flie not Death, nor would prolong
+Life much, bent rather how I may be quit
+Fairest and easiest of this combrous charge,
+Which I must keep till my appointed day
+Of rendring up. \textit{Michael} to him repli'd.
+\quad Nor love thy Life, nor hate; but what thou livst
+Live well, how long or short permit to Heav'n:
+And now prepare thee for another sight.
+\quad He lookd and saw a spacious Plaine, whereon
+Were Tents of various hue; by some were herds
+Of Cattel grazing: others, whence the sound
+Of Instruments that made melodious chime
+Was heard, of Harp and Organ; and who moovd
+Their stops and chords was seen: his volant touch
+Instinct through all proportions low and high
+Fled and pursu'd transverse the resonant fugue.
+In other part stood one who at the Forge
+Labouring, two massie clods of Iron and Brass
+Had melted (whether found where casual fire
+Had wasted woods on Mountain or in Vale,
+Down to the veins of Earth, thence gliding hot
+To som Caves mouth, or whether washt by stream
+From underground) the liquid Ore he dreind
+Into fit moulds prepar'd; from which he formd
+First his own Tooles; then, what might else be wrought
+Fulfil or grav'n in mettle. After these,
+But on the hether side a different sort
+From the high neighbouring Hills, which was their Seat,
+Down to the Plain descended: by their guise
+Just men they seemd, and all their study bent
+To worship God aright, and know his works
+Not hid, nor those things lost which might preserve
+Freedom and Peace to men: they on the Plain
+Long had not walkt, when from the Tents behold
+A Beavie of fair Women, richly gay
+In Gems and wanton dress; to the Harp they sung
+Soft amorous Ditties, and in dance came on:
+The Men though grave, ey'd them, and let their eyes
+Rove without rein, till in the amorous Net
+Fast caught, they lik'd, and each his liking chose;
+And now of love they treat till th' Eevning Star
+Loves Harbinger appeerd; then all in heat
+They light the Nuptial Torch, and bid invoke
+Hymen, then first to marriage Rites invok't;
+With Feast and Musick all the Tents resound.
+Such happy interview and fair event
+Of love and youth not lost, Songs, Garlands, Flours,
+And charming Symphonies attach'd the heart
+Of \textit{Adam}, soon enclin'd to admit delight,
+The bent of Nature; which he thus express'd.
+\quad True opener of mine eyes, prime Angel blest,
+Much better seems this Vision, and more hope
+Of peaceful dayes portends, then those two past;
+Those were of hate and death, or pain much worse,
+Here Nature seems fulfilld in all her ends.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Michael}. Judg not what is best
+By pleasure, though to Nature seeming meet,
+Created, as thou art, to nobler end
+Holie and pure, conformitie divine.
+Those Tents thou sawst so pleasant, were the Tents
+Of wickedness, wherein shall dwell his Race
+Who slew his Brother; studious they appere
+Of Arts that polish Life, Inventers rare,
+Unmindful of their Maker, though his Spirit
+Taught them, but they his gifts acknowledg'd none.
+Yet they a beauteous ofspring shall beget;
+For that fair femal Troop thou sawst, that seemd
+Of Goddesses, so blithe, so smooth, so gay,
+Yet empty of all good wherein consists
+Womans domestic honour and chief praise;
+Bred onely and completed to the taste
+Of lustful apperence, to sing, to dance,
+To dress, and troule the Tongue, and roule the Eye.
+To these that sober Race of Men, whose lives
+Religious titl'd them the Sons of God,
+Shall yeild up all their vertue, all their fame
+Ignobly, to the trains and to the smiles
+Of these fair Atheists, and now swim in joy,
+(Erelong to swim at larg) and laugh; for which
+The world erelong a world of tears must weepe.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Adam} of short joy bereft.
+O pittie and shame, that they who to live well
+Enterd so faire, should turn aside to tread
+Paths indirect, or in the mid way faint!
+But still I see the tenor of Mans woe
+Holds on the same, from Woman to begin.
+\quad From Mans effeminate slackness it begins,
+Said th' Angel, who should better hold his place
+By wisdome, and superiour gifts receavd.
+But now prepare thee for another Scene.
+\quad He lookd and saw wide Territorie spred
+Before him, Towns, and rural works between,
+Cities of Men with lofty Gates and Towrs,
+Concours in Arms, fierce Faces threatning Warr,
+Giants of mightie Bone, and bould emprise;
+Part wield their Arms, part courb the foaming Steed,
+Single or in Array of Battel rang'd
+Both Horse and Foot, nor idely mustring stood;
+One way a Band select from forage drives
+A herd of Beeves, faire Oxen and faire Kine
+From a fat Meddow ground; or fleecy Flock,
+Ewes and their bleating Lambs over the Plaine,
+Their Bootie; scarce with Life the Shepherds flye,
+But call in aide, which tacks a bloody Fray;
+With cruel Tournament the Squadrons joine;
+Where Cattel pastur'd late, now scatterd lies
+With Carcasses and Arms th' ensanguind Field
+Deserted: Others to a Citie strong
+Lay Siege, encampt; by Batterie, Scale, and Mine,
+Assaulting; others from the Wall defend
+With Dart and Jav'lin, Stones and sulfurous Fire;
+On each hand slaughter and gigantic deeds.
+In other part the scepter'd Haralds call
+To Council in the Citie Gates: anon
+Grey-headed men and grave, with Warriours mixt,
+Assemble, and Harangues are heard, but soon
+In factious opposition, till at last
+Of middle Age one rising, eminent
+In wise deport, spake much of Right and Wrong,
+Of Justice, of Religion, Truth and Peace,
+And Judgement from above: him old and young
+Exploded, and had seiz'd with violent hands,
+Had not a Cloud descending snatch'd him thence
+Unseen amid the throng: so violence
+Proceeded, and Oppression, and Sword-Law
+Through all the Plain, and refuge none was found.
+\textit{Adam} was all in tears, and to his guide
+Lamenting turnd full sad; O what are these,
+Deaths Ministers, not Men, who thus deal Death
+Inhumanly to men, and multiply
+Ten thousand fould the sin of him who slew
+His Brother; for of whom such massacher
+Make they but of their Brethren, men of men?
+But who was that Just Man, whom had not Heav'n
+Rescu'd, had in his Righteousness bin lost?
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Michael}; These are the product
+Of those ill-mated Marriages thou saw'st;
+Where good with bad were matcht, who of themselves
+Abhor to joyn; and by imprudence mixt,
+Produce prodigious Births of bodie or mind.
+Such were these Giants, men of high renown;
+For in those dayes Might onely shall be admir'd,
+And Valour and Heroic Vertu call'd;
+To overcome in Battel, and subdue
+Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite
+Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch
+Of human Glorie, and for Glorie done
+Of triumph, to be styl'd great Conquerours,
+Patrons of Mankind, Gods, and Sons of Gods,
+Destroyers rightlier call'd and Plagues of men.
+Thus Fame shall be achiev'd, renown on Earth,
+And what most merits fame in silence hid.
+But hee the seventh from thee, whom thou beheldst
+The onely righteous in a World perverse,
+And therefore hated, therefore so beset
+With Foes for daring single to be just,
+And utter odious Truth, that God would come
+To judge them with his Saints: Him the most High
+Rapt in a balmie Cloud with winged Steeds
+Did, as thou sawst, receave, to walk with God
+High in Salvation and the Climes of bliss,
+Exempt from Death; to shew thee what reward
+Awaits the good, the rest what punishment;
+Which now direct thine eyes and soon behold.
+\quad He look'd, and saw the face of things quite chang'd;
+The brazen Throat of Warr had ceast to roar,
+All now was turn'd to jollitie and game,
+To luxurie and riot, feast and dance,
+Marrying or prostituting, as befell,
+Rape or Adulterie, where passing faire
+Allurd them; thence from Cups to civil Broiles.
+At length a Reverend Sire among them came,
+And of their doings great dislike declar'd,
+And testifi'd against their wayes; hee oft
+Frequented their Assemblies, whereso met,
+Triumphs or Festivals, and to them preachd
+Conversion and Repentance, as to Souls
+In prison under Judgements imminent:
+But all in vain: which when he saw, he ceas'd
+Contending, and remov'd his Tents farr off;
+Then from the Mountain hewing Timber tall,
+Began to build a Vessel of huge bulk,
+Measur'd by Cubit, length, and breadth, and highth,
+Smeard round with Pitch, and in the side a dore
+Contriv'd, and of provisions laid in large
+For Man and Beast: when loe a wonder strange!
+Of everie Beast, and Bird, and Insect small
+Came seavens, and pairs, and enterd in, as taught
+Their order; last the Sire, and his three Sons
+With their four Wives, and God made fast the dore.
+Meanwhile the Southwind rose, and with black wings
+Wide hovering, all the Clouds together drove
+From under Heav'n; the Hills to their supplie
+Vapour, and Exhalation dusk and moist,
+Sent up amain; and now the thick'nd Skie
+Like a dark Ceeling stood; down rush'd the Rain
+Impetuous, and continu'd till the Earth
+No more was seen; the floating Vessel swum
+Uplifted; and secure with beaked prow
+Rode tilting o're the Waves, all dwellings else
+Flood overwhelmd, and them with all their pomp
+Deep under water rould; Sea cover'd Sea,
+Sea without shoar; and in their Palaces
+Where luxurie late reign'd, Sea-monsters whelp'd
+And stabl'd; of Mankind, so numerous late,
+All left, in one small bottom swum imbark't.
+How didst thou grieve then, \textit{Adam}, to behold
+The end of all thy Ofspring, end so sad,
+Depopulation; thee another Floud,
+Of tears and sorrow a Floud thee also drown'd,
+And sunk thee as thy Sons; till gently reard
+By th' Angel, on thy feet thou stoodst at last,
+Though comfortless, as when a Father mourns
+His Childern, all in view destroyd at once;
+And scarce to th' Angel utterdst thus thy plaint.
+\quad O Visions ill foreseen! better had I
+Liv'd ignorant of future, so had borne
+My part of evil onely, each dayes lot
+Anough to bear; those now, that were dispenst
+The burd'n of many Ages, on me light
+At once, by my foreknowledge gaining Birth
+Abortive, to torment me ere their being,
+With thought that they must be. Let no man seek
+Henceforth to be foretold what shall befall
+Him or his Childern, evil he may be sure,
+Which neither his foreknowing can prevent,
+And hee the future evil shall no less
+In apprehension then in substance feel
+Grievous to bear: but that care now is past,
+Man is not whom to warne: those few escap't
+Famin and anguish will at last consume
+Wandring that watrie Desert: I had hope
+When violence was ceas't, and Warr on Earth,
+All would have then gon well, peace would have crownd
+With length of happy days the race of man;
+But I was farr deceav'd; for now I see
+Peace to corrupt no less then Warr to waste.
+How comes it thus? unfould, Celestial Guide,
+And whether here the Race of man will end.
+To whom thus \textit{Michael}. Those whom last thou sawst
+In triumph and luxurious wealth, are they
+First seen in acts of prowess eminent
+And great exploits, but of true vertu void;
+Who having spilt much blood, and don much waste
+Subduing Nations, and achievd thereby
+Fame in the World, high titles, and rich prey,
+Shall change their course to pleasure, ease, and sloth,
+Surfet, and lust, till wantonness and pride
+Raise out of friendship hostil deeds in Peace.
+The conquerd also, and enslav'd by Warr
+Shall with their freedom lost all vertu loose
+And feare of God, from whom their pietie feign'd
+In sharp contest of Battel found no aide
+Against invaders; therefore coold in zeale
+Thenceforth shall practice how to live secure,
+Worldlie or dissolute, on what their Lords
+Shall leave them to enjoy; for th' Earth shall bear
+More then anough, that temperance may be tri'd:
+So all shall turn degenerate, all deprav'd,
+Justice and Temperance, Truth and Faith forgot;
+One Man except, the onely Son of light
+In a dark Age, against example good,
+Against allurement, custom, and a World
+Offended; fearless of reproach and scorn,
+Or violence, hee of their wicked wayes
+Shall them admonish, and before them set
+The paths of righteousness, how much more safe,
+And full of peace, denouncing wrauth to come
+On their impenitence; and shall returne
+Of them derided, but of God observd
+The one just Man alive; by his command
+Shall build a wondrous Ark, as thou beheldst,
+To save himself and houshold from amidst
+A World devote to universal rack.
+No sooner hee with them of Man and Beast
+Select for life shall in the Ark be lodg'd,
+And shelterd round, but all the Cataracts
+Of Heav'n set open on the Earth shall powre
+Raine day and night, all fountaines of the Deep
+Broke up, shall heave the Ocean to usurp
+Beyond all bounds, till inundation rise
+Above the highest Hills: then shall this Mount
+Of Paradise by might of Waves be moovd
+Out of his place, pushd by the horned floud,
+With all his verdure spoil'd, and Trees adrift
+Down the great River to the op'ning Gulf,
+And there take root an Iland salt and bare,
+The haunt of Seales and Orcs, and Sea-mews clang.
+To teach thee that God attributes to place
+No sanctitie, if none be thither brought
+By Men who there frequent, or therein dwell.
+And now what further shall ensue, behold.
+\quad He lookd, and saw the Ark hull on the floud,
+Which now abated, for the Clouds were fled,
+Drivn by a keen North-winde, that blowing drie
+Wrinkl'd the face of Deluge, as decai'd;
+And the cleer Sun on his wide watrie Glass
+Gaz'd hot, and of the fresh Wave largely drew,
+As after theirst, which made their flowing shrink
+From standing lake to tripping ebbe, that stole
+With soft foot towards the deep, who now had stopt
+His Sluces, as the Heav'n his windows shut.
+The Ark no more now flotes, but seems on ground
+Fast on the top of som high mountain fixt.
+And now the tops of Hills as Rocks appeer;
+With clamor thence the rapid Currents drive
+Towards the retreating Sea their furious tyde.
+Forthwith from out the Arke a Raven flies,
+And after him, the surer messenger,
+A Dove sent forth once and agen to spie
+Green Tree or ground whereon his foot may light;
+The second time returning, in his Bill
+An Olive leafe he brings, pacific signe:
+Anon drie ground appeers, and from his Arke
+The ancient Sire descends with all his Train;
+Then with uplifted hands, and eyes devout,
+Grateful to Heav'n, over his head beholds
+A dewie Cloud, and in the Cloud a Bow
+Conspicuous with three lifted colours gay,
+Betok'ning peace from God, and Cov'nant new.
+Whereat the heart of \textit{Adam} erst so sad
+Greatly rejoyc'd, and thus his joy broke forth.
+\quad O thou that future things canst represent
+As present, Heav'nly instructer, I revive
+At this last sight, assur'd that Man shall live
+With all the Creatures, and their seed preserve.
+Farr less I now lament for one whole World
+Of wicked Sons destroyd, then I rejoyce
+For one Man found so perfet and so just,
+That God voutsafes to raise another World
+From him, and all his anger to forget.
+But say, what mean those colourd streaks in Heavn,
+Distended as the Brow of God appeas'd,
+Or serve they as a flourie verge to binde
+The fluid skirts of that same watrie Cloud,
+Least it again dissolve and showr the Earth?
+\quad To whom th' Archangel. Dextrously thou aim'st;
+So willingly doth God remit his Ire,
+Though late repenting him of Man deprav'd,
+Griev'd at his heart, when looking down he saw
+The whole Earth fill'd with violence, and all flesh
+Corrupting each their way; yet those remoov'd,
+Such grace shall one just Man find in his sight,
+That he relents, not to blot out mankind,
+And makes a Covenant never to destroy
+The Earth again by flood, nor let the Sea
+Surpass his bounds, nor Rain to drown the World
+With Man therein or Beast; but when he brings
+Over the Earth a Cloud, will therein set
+His triple-colour'd Bow, whereon to look
+And call to mind his Cov'nant: Day and Night,
+Seed time and Harvest, Heat and hoary Frost
+Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new,
+Both Heav'n and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell.
+Thus thou hast seen one World begin and end;
+And Man as from a second stock proceed.
+Much thou hast yet to see, but I perceave
+Thy mortal sight to faile; objects divine
+Must needs impaire and wearie human sense:
+Henceforth what is to com I will relate,
+Thou therefore give due audience, and attend.
+This second sours of Men, while yet but few,
+And while the dread of judgement past remains
+Fresh in their mindes, fearing the Deitie,
+With some regard to what is just and right
+Shall lead their lives, and multiplie apace,
+Labouring the soile, and reaping plenteous crop,
+Corn wine and oyle; and from the herd or flock,
+Oft sacrificing Bullock, Lamb, or Kid,
+With large Wine-offerings pour'd, and sacred Feast
+Shal spend their dayes in joy unblam'd, and dwell
+Long time in peace by Families and Tribes
+Under paternal rule; till one shall rise
+Of proud ambitious heart, who not content
+With fair equalitie, fraternal state,
+Will arrogate Dominion undeserv'd
+Over his brethren, and quite dispossess
+Concord and law of Nature from the Earth;
+Hunting (and Men not Beasts shall be his game)
+With Warr and hostile snare such as refuse
+Subjection to his Empire tyrannous:
+A mightie Hunter thence he shall be styl'd
+Before the Lord, as in despite of Heav'n,
+Or from Heav'n claming second Sovrantie;
+And from Rebellion shall derive his name,
+Though of Rebellion others he accuse.
+Hee with a crew, whom like Ambition joyns
+With him or under him to tyrannize,
+Marching from \textit{Eden} towards the West, shall finde
+The Plain, wherein a black bituminous gurge
+Boiles out from under ground, the mouth of Hell;
+Of Brick, and of that stuff they cast to build
+A Citie and Towre, whose top may reach to Heav'n;
+And get themselves a name, least far disperst
+In foraign Lands their memorie be lost,
+Regardless whether good or evil fame.
+But God who oft descends to visit men
+Unseen, and through their habitations walks
+To mark their doings, them beholding soon,
+Comes down to see their Citie, ere the Tower
+Obstruct Heav'n Towrs, and in derision sets
+Upon their Tongues a various Spirit to rase
+Quite out their Native Language, and instead
+To sow a jangling noise of words unknown:
+Forthwith a hideous gabble rises loud
+Among the Builders; each to other calls
+Not understood, till hoarse, and all in rage,
+As mockt they storm; great laughter was in Heav'n
+And looking down, to see the hubbub strange
+And hear the din; thus was the building left
+Ridiculous, and the work Confusion nam'd.
+\quad Whereto thus \textit{Adam} fatherly displeas'd.
+O execrable Son so to aspire
+Above his Brethren, to himself affirming
+Authoritie usurpt, from God not giv'n:
+He gave us onely over Beast, Fish, Fowl
+Dominion absolute; that right we hold
+By his donation; but Man over men
+He made not Lord; such title to himself
+Reserving, human left from human free.
+But this Usurper his encroachment proud
+Stayes not on Man; to God his Tower intends
+Siege and defiance: Wretched man! what food
+Will he convey up thither to sustain
+Himself and his rash Armie, where thin Aire
+Above the Clouds will pine his entrails gross,
+And famish him of Breath, if not of Bread?
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Michael}. Justly thou abhorr'st
+That Son, who on the quiet state of men
+Such trouble brought, affecting to subdue
+Rational Libertie; yet know withall,
+Since thy original lapse, true Libertie
+Is lost, which alwayes with right Reason dwells
+Twinn'd, and from her hath no dividual being:
+Reason in man obscur'd, or not obeyd,
+Immediately inordinate desires
+And upstart Passions catch the Government
+From Reason, and to servitude reduce
+Man till then free. Therefore since hee permits
+Within himself unworthie Powers to reign
+Over free Reason, God in Judgement just
+Subjects him from without to violent Lords;
+Who oft as undeservedly enthrall
+His outward freedom: Tyrannie must be,
+Though to the Tyrant thereby no excuse.
+Yet somtimes Nations will decline so low
+From vertue, which is reason, that no wrong,
+But Justice, and some fatal curse annext
+Deprives them of their outward libertie,
+Their inward lost: Witness th' irreverent Son
+Of him who built the Ark, who for the shame
+Don to his Father, heard this heavie curse,
+\textit{Servant} \textit{Of} \textit{Servants}, on his vitious Race.
+Thus will this latter, as the former World,
+Still tend from bad to worse, till God at last
+Wearied with their iniquities, withdraw
+His presence from among them, and avert
+His holy Eyes; resolving from thenceforth
+To leave them to their own polluted wayes;
+And one peculiar Nation to select
+From all the rest, of whom to be invok'd,
+A Nation from one faithful man to spring:
+Him on this side \textit{Euphrates} yet residing,
+Bred up in Idol-worship; O that men
+(Canst thou believe?) should be so stupid grown,
+While yet the Patriark liv'd, who scap'd the Flood,
+As to forsake the living God, and fall
+To-worship their own work in Wood and Stone
+For Gods! yet him God the most High voutsafes
+To call by Vision from his Fathers house,
+His kindred and false Gods, into a Land
+Which he will shew him, and from him will raise
+A mightie Nation, and upon him showre
+His benediction so, that in his Seed
+All Nations shall be blest; hee straight obeys,
+Not knowing to what Land, yet firm believes:
+I see him, but thou canst not, with what Faith
+He leaves his Gods, his Friends, and native Soile
+\textit{Ur} of \textit{Chaldaea}, passing now the Ford
+To \textit{Haran}, after him a cumbrous Train
+Of Herds and Flocks, and numerous servitude;
+Not wandring poor, but trusting all his wealth
+With God, who call'd him, in a land unknown.
+\textit{Canaan} he now attains, I see his Tents
+Pitcht about \textit{Sechem}, and the neighbouring Plaine
+Of \textit{Moreb}; there by promise he receaves
+Gift to his Progenie of all that Land;
+From \textit{Hamath} Northward to the Desert South
+(Things by their names I call, though yet unnam'd)
+From \textit{Hermon} East to the great Western Sea,
+Mount \textit{Hermon}, yonder Sea, each place behold
+In prospect, as I point them; on the shoare
+Mount \textit{Carmel}; here the double-founted stream
+\textit{Jordan}, true limit Eastward; but his Sons
+Shall dwell to \textit{Senir}, that long ridge of Hills.
+This ponder, that all Nations of the Earth
+Shall in his Seed be blessed; by that Seed
+Is meant thy great deliverer, who shall bruise
+The Serpents head; whereof to thee anon
+Plainlier shall be reveald. This Patriarch blest,
+Whom \textit{Faithful} \textit{Abraham} due time shall call,
+A Son, and of his Son a Grand-childe leaves,
+Like him in faith, in wisdom, and renown;
+The Grandchilde with twelve Sons increast, departs
+From \textit{Canaan}, to a Land hereafter call'd
+\textit{Egypt}, divided by the River \textit{Nile};
+See where it flows, disgorging at seaven mouthes
+Into the Sea: to sojourn in that Land
+He comes invited by a yonger Son
+In time of dearth, a Son whose worthy deeds
+Raise him to be the second in that Realme
+Of \textit{Pharao}: there he dies, and leaves his Race
+Growing into a Nation, and now grown
+Suspected to a sequent King, who seeks
+To stop their overgrowth, as inmate guests
+Too numerous; whence of guests he makes them slaves
+Inhospitably, and kills their infant Males:
+Till by two brethren (those two brethren call
+\textit{Moses} and \textit{Aaron}) sent from God to claime
+His people from enthralment, they return
+With glory and spoile back to their promis'd Land.
+But first the lawless Tyrant, who denies
+To know their God, or message to regard,
+Must be compelld by Signes and Judgements dire;
+To blood unshed the Rivers must be turnd,
+Frogs, Lice and Flies must all his Palace fill
+With loath'd intrusion, and fill all the land;
+His Cattel must of Rot and Murren die,
+Botches and blaines must all his flesh imboss,
+And all his people; Thunder mixt with Haile,
+Haile mixt with fire must rend th' \textit{Egyptian} Skie
+And wheel on th' Earth, devouring where it rouls;
+What it devours not, Herb, or Fruit, or Graine,
+A darksom Cloud of Locusts swarming down
+Must eat, and on the ground leave nothing green:
+Darkness must overshadow all his bounds,
+Palpable darkness, and blot out three dayes;
+Last with one midnight stroke all the first-born
+Of \textit{Egypt} must lie dead. Thus with ten wounds
+This River-dragon tam'd at length submits
+To let his sojourners depart, and oft
+Humbles his stubborn heart, but still as Ice
+More hard'nd after thaw, till in his rage
+Pursuing whom he late dismissd, the Sea
+Swallows him with his Host, but them lets pass
+As on drie land between two christal walls,
+Aw'd by the rod of \textit{Moses} so to stand
+Divided, till his rescu'd gain their shoar:
+Such wondrous power God to his Saint will lend,
+Though present in his Angel, who shall goe
+Before them in a Cloud, and Pillar of Fire,
+To guide them in their journey, and remove
+Behinde them, while th' obdurat King pursues:
+All night he will pursue, but his approach
+Darkness defends between till morning Watch;
+Then through the Firey Pillar and the Cloud
+God looking forth will trouble all his Host
+And craze their Chariot wheels: when by command
+\textit{Moses} once more his potent Rod extends
+Over the Sea; the Sea his Rod obeys;
+On their imbattelld ranks the Waves return,
+And overwhelm their Warr: the Race elect
+Safe towards \textit{Canaan} from the shoar advance
+Through the wilde Desert, not the readiest way,
+Least entring on the \textit{Canaanite} allarmd
+Warr terrifie them inexpert, and feare
+Return them back to \textit{Egypt}, choosing rather
+Inglorious life with servitude; for life
+To noble and ignoble is more sweet
+Untraind in Armes, where rashness leads not on.
+This also shall they gain by their delay
+In the wide Wilderness, there they shall found
+Their government, and their great Senate choose
+Through the twelve Tribes, to rule by Laws ordaind:
+God from the Mount of \textit{Sinai}, whose gray top
+Shall tremble, he descending, will himself
+In Thunder Lightning and loud Trumpets sound
+Ordaine them Lawes; part such as appertaine
+To civil Justice, part religious Rites
+Of sacrifice, informing them, by types
+And shadowes, of that destind Seed to bruise
+The Serpent, by what meanes he shall achieve
+Mankinds deliverance. But the voice of God
+To mortal eare is dreadful; they beseech
+That \textit{Moses} might report to them his will,
+And terror cease; he grants them their desire,
+Instructed that to God is no access
+Without Mediator, whose high Office now
+\textit{Moses} in figure beares, to introduce
+One greater, of whose day he shall foretell,
+And all the Prophets in their Age the times
+Of great \textit{Messiah} shall sing. Thus Laws and Rites
+Establisht, such delight hath God in Men
+Obedient to his will, that he voutsafes
+Among them to set up his Tabernacle,
+The holy One with mortal Men to dwell:
+By his prescript a Sanctuary is fram'd
+Of Cedar, overlaid with Gold, therein
+An Ark, and in the Ark his Testimony,
+The Records of his Cov'nant, over these
+A Mercie-seat of Gold between the wings
+Of two bright Cherubim, before him burn
+Seaven Lamps as in a Zodiac representing
+The Heav'nly fires; over the Tent a Cloud
+Shall rest by Day, a fierie gleame by Night,
+Save when they journie, and at length they come,
+Conducted by his Angel to the Land
+Promisd to \textit{Abraham} and his Seed: the rest
+Were long to tell, how many Battels fought,
+How many Kings destroyd, and Kingdoms won,
+Or how the Sun shall in mid Heav'n stand still
+A day entire, and Nights due course adjourne,
+Mans voice commanding, Sun in \textit{Gibeon} stand,
+And thou Moon in the vale of \textit{Aialon},
+Till \textit{Israel} overcome; so call the theird
+From \textit{Abraham}, Son of \textit{Isaac}, and from him
+His whole descent, who thus shall \textit{Canaan} win.
+\quad Here \textit{Adam} interpos'd. O sent from Heav'n,
+Enlightner of my darkness, gracious things
+Thou hast reveald, those chiefly which concerne
+Just \textit{Abraham} and his Seed: now first I finde
+Mine eyes true op'ning, and my heart much eas'd,
+Erwhile perplext with thoughts what would becom
+Of mee and all Mankind; but now I see
+His day, in whom all Nations shall be blest,
+Favour unmerited by me, who sought
+Forbidd'n knowledge by forbidd'n means.
+This yet I apprehend not, why to those
+Among whom God will deigne to dwell on Earth
+So many and so various Laws are giv'n;
+So many Laws argue so many sins
+Among them; how can God with such reside?
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Michael}. Doubt not but that sin
+Will reign among them, as of thee begot;
+And therefore was Law given them to evince
+Their natural pravitie, by stirring up
+Sin against Law to fight; that when they see
+Law can discover sin, but not remove,
+Save by those shadowie expiations weak,
+The bloud of Bulls and Goats, they may conclude
+Some bloud more precious must be paid for Man,
+Just for unjust, that in such righteousness
+To them by Faith imputed, they may finde
+Justification towards God, and peace
+Of Conscience, which the Law by Ceremonies
+Cannot appease, nor Man the moral part
+Perform, and not performing cannot live.
+So Law appears imperfet, and but giv'n
+With purpose to resign them in full time
+Up to a better Cov'nant, disciplin'd
+From shadowie Types to Truth, from Flesh to Spirit,
+From imposition of strict Laws, to free
+Acceptance of large Grace, from servil fear
+To filial, works of Law to works of Faith.
+And therefore shall not \textit{Moses}, though of God
+Highly belov'd, being but the Minister
+Of Law, his people into \textit{Canaan} lead;
+But \textit{Joshua} whom the Gentiles \textit{Jesus} call,
+His Name and Office bearing, who shall quell
+The adversarie Serpent, and bring back
+Through the worlds wilderness long wanderd man
+Safe to eternal Paradise of rest.
+Meanwhile they in their earthly \textit{Canaan} plac't
+Long time shall dwell and prosper, but when sins
+National interrupt their public peace,
+Provoking God to raise them enemies:
+From whom as oft he saves them penitent
+By Judges first, then under Kings; of whom
+The second, both for pietie renownd
+And puissant deeds, a promise shall receive
+Irrevocable, that his Regal Throne
+For ever shall endure; the like shall sing
+All Prophecie, That of the Royal Stock
+Of \textit{David} (so I name this King) shall rise
+A Son, the Womans Seed to thee foretold,
+Foretold to \textit{Abraham}, as in whom shall trust
+All Nations, and to Kings foretold, of Kings
+The last, for of his Reign shall be no end.
+But first a long succession must ensue,
+And his next Son for Wealth and Wisdom fam'd,
+The clouded Ark of God till then in Tents
+Wandring, shall in a glorious Temple enshrine.
+Such follow him, as shall be registerd
+Part good, part bad, of bad the longer scrowle,
+Whose foul Idolatries, and other faults
+Heapt to the popular summe, will so incense
+God, as to leave them, and expose their Land,
+Their Citie, his Temple, and his holy Ark
+With all his sacred things, a scorn and prey
+To that proud Citie, whose high Walls thou saw'st
+Left in confusion, \textit{Babylon} thence call'd.
+There in captivitie he lets them dwell
+The space of seventie years, then brings them back,
+Remembring mercie, and his Cov'nant sworn
+To \textit{David}, stablisht as the dayes of Heav'n.
+Returnd from \textit{Babylon} by leave of Kings
+Their Lords, whom God dispos'd, the house of God
+They first re-edifie, and for a while
+In mean estate live moderate, till grown
+In wealth and multitude, factious they grow;
+But first among the Priests dissension springs,
+Men who attend the Altar, and should most
+Endeavour Peace: their strife pollution brings
+Upon the Temple it self: at last they seise
+The Scepter, and regard not \textit{Davids} Sons,
+Then loose it to a stranger, that the true
+Anointed King \textit{Messiah} might be born
+Barr'd of his right; yet at his Birth a Starr
+Unseen before in Heav'n proclaims him com,
+And guides the Eastern Sages, who enquire
+His place, to offer Incense, Myrrh, and Gold;
+His place of birth a solemn Angel tells
+To simple Shepherds, keeping watch by night;
+They gladly thither haste, and by a Quire
+Of squadrond Angels hear his Carol sung.
+A Virgin is his Mother, but his Sire
+The Power of the most High; he shall ascend
+The Throne hereditarie, and bound his Reign
+With earths wide bounds, his glory with the Heav'ns.
+\quad He ceas'd, discerning \textit{Adam} with such joy
+Surcharg'd, as had like grief bin dew'd in tears,
+Without the vent of words, which these he breathd.
+\quad O Prophet of glad tidings, finisher
+Of utmost hope! now clear I understand
+What oft my steddiest thoughts have searcht in vain,
+Why our great expectation should be call'd
+The seed of Woman: Virgin Mother, Haile,
+High in the love of Heav'n, yet from my Loynes
+Thou shalt proceed, and from thy Womb the Son
+Of God most High; So God with man unites.
+Needs must the Serpent now his capital bruise
+Expect with mortal paine: say where and when
+Their fight, what stroke shall bruise the Victors heel.
+\quad To whom thus \textit{Michael}. Dream not of their fight,
+As of a Duel, or the local wounds
+Of head or heel: not therefore joynes the Son
+Manhood to God-head, with more strength to foil
+Thy enemie; nor so is overcome
+\textit{Satan}, whose fall from Heav'n, a deadlier bruise,
+Disabl'd not to give thee thy deaths wound:
+Which hee, who comes thy Saviour, shall recure,
+Not by destroying \textit{Satan}, but his works
+In thee and in thy Seed: nor can this be,
+But by fulfilling that which thou didst want,
+Obedience to the Law of God, impos'd
+On penaltie of death, and suffering death,
+The penaltie to thy transgression due,
+And due to theirs which out of thine will grow:
+So onely can high Justice rest appaid.
+The Law of God exact he shall fulfill
+Both by obedience and by love, though love
+Alone fulfill the Law; thy punishment
+He shall endure by coming in the Flesh
+To a reproachful life and cursed death,
+Proclaiming Life to all who shall believe
+In his redemption, and that his obedience
+Imputed becomes theirs by Faith, his merits
+To save them, not their own, though legal works.
+For this he shall live hated, be blasphem'd,
+Seis'd on by force, judg'd, and to death condemnd
+A shameful and accurst, naild to the Cross
+By his own Nation, slaine for bringing Life;
+But to the Cross he nailes thy Enemies,
+The Law that is against thee, and the sins
+Of all mankinde, with him there crucifi'd,
+Never to hurt them more who rightly trust
+In this his satisfaction; so he dies,
+But soon revives, Death over him no power
+Shall long usurp; ere the theird dawning light
+Returne, the Starres of Morn shall see him rise
+Out of his grave, fresh as the dawning light,
+Thy ransom paid, which Man from death redeems,
+His death for Man, as many as offerd Life
+Neglect not, and the benefit imbrace
+By Faith not void of works: this God-like act
+Annuls thy doom, the death thou shouldst have dy'd,
+In sin for ever lost from life; this act
+Shall bruise the head of \textit{Satan}, crush his strength
+Defeating Sin and Death, his two maine armes,
+And fix farr deeper in his head their stings
+Then temporal death shall bruise the Victors heel,
+Or theirs whom he redeems, a death like sleep,
+A gentle wafting to immortal Life.
+Nor after resurrection shall he stay
+Longer on Earth then certaine times to appeer
+To his Disciples, Men who in his Life
+Still follow'd him; to them shall leave in charge
+To teach all nations what of him they learn'd
+And his Salvation, them who shall beleeve
+Baptizing in the profluent streame, the signe
+Of washing them from guilt of sin to Life
+Pure, and in mind prepar'd, if so befall,
+For death, like that which the redeemer dy'd.
+All Nations they shall teach; for from that day
+Not onely to the Sons of \textit{Abrahams} Loines
+Salvation shall be Preacht, but to the Sons
+Of \textit{Abrahams} Faith wherever through the world;
+So in his seed all Nations shall be blest.
+Then to the Heav'n of Heav'ns he shall ascend
+With victory, triumphing through the aire
+Over his foes and thine; there shall surprise
+The Serpent, Prince of aire, and drag in Chaines
+Through all his realme, and there confounded leave;
+Then enter into glory, and resume
+His Seat at Gods right hand, exalted high
+Above all names in Heav'n; and thence shall come,
+When this worlds dissolution shall be ripe,
+With glory and power to judge both quick and dead,
+To judge th' unfaithful dead, but to reward
+His faithful, and receave them into bliss,
+Whether in Heav'n or Earth, for then the Earth
+Shall all be Paradise, far happier place
+Then this of \textit{Eden}, and far happier daies.
+\quad So spake th' Archangel \textit{Michael}, then paus'd,
+As at the Worlds great period; and our Sire
+Replete with joy and wonder thus repli'd.
+\quad O goodness infinite, goodness immense!
+That all this good of evil shall produce,
+And evil turn to good; more wonderful
+Then that which by creation first brought forth
+Light out of darkness! full of doubt I stand,
+Whether I should repent me now of sin
+By mee done and occasiond, or rejoyce
+Much more, that much more good thereof shall spring,
+To God more glory, more good will to Men
+From God, and over wrauth grace shall abound.
+But say, if our deliverer up to Heav'n
+Must reascend, what will betide the few
+His faithful, left among th' unfaithful herd,
+The enemies of truth; who then shall guide
+His people, who defend? will they not deale
+Wors with his followers then with him they dealt?
+\quad Be sure they will, said th' Angel; but from Heav'n
+Hee to his own a Comforter will send,
+The promise of the Father, who shall dwell
+His Spirit within them, and the Law of Faith
+Working through love, upon their hearts shall write,
+To guide them in all truth, and also arme
+With spiritual Armour, able to resist
+\textit{Satans} assaults, and quench his fierie darts
+What Man can do against them, not affraid,
+Though to the death, against such cruelties
+With inward consolations recompenc't,
+And oft supported so as shall amaze
+Their proudest persecuters: for the Spirit
+Powrd first on his Apostles, whom he sends
+To evangelize the Nations, then on all
+Baptiz'd, shall them with wondrous gifts endue
+To speak all Tongues, and do all Miracles,
+As did their Lord before them. Thus they win
+Great numbers of each Nation to receave
+With joy the tidings brought from Heav'n: at length
+Their Ministry perform'd, and race well run,
+Their doctrine and their story written left,
+They die; but in their room, as they forewarne,
+Wolves shall succeed for teachers, grievous Wolves,
+Who all the sacred mysteries of Heav'n
+To their own vile advantages shall turne
+Of lucre and ambition, and the truth
+With superstitions and traditions taint,
+Left onely in those written Records pure,
+Though not but by the Spirit understood.
+Then shall they seek to avail themselves of names,
+Places and titles, and with these to joine
+Secular power, though feigning still to act
+By spiritual, to themselves appropriating
+The Spirit of God, promisd alike and giv'n
+To all Beleevers; and from that pretense,
+Spiritual Lawes by carnal power shall force
+On every conscience; Laws which none shall finde
+Left them inrould, or what the Spirit within
+Shall on the heart engrave. What will they then
+But force the Spirit of Grace it self, and binde
+His consort Libertie; what, but unbuild
+His living Temples, built by Faith to stand,
+Their own Faith not anothers: for on Earth
+Who against Faith and Conscience can be heard
+Infallible? yet many will presume:
+Whence heavie persecution shall arise
+On all who in the worship persevere
+Of Spirit and Truth; the rest, farr greater part,
+Will deem in outward Rites and specious formes
+Religion satisfi'd; Truth shall retire
+Bestuck with slandrous darts, and works of Faith
+Rarely be found: so shall the World goe on,
+To good malignant, to bad men benigne,
+Under her own waight groaning, till the day
+Appeer of respiration to the just,
+And vengeance to the wicked, at return
+Of him so lately promis'd to thy aid,
+The Womans seed, obscurely then foretold,
+Now amplier known thy Saviour and thy Lord,
+Last in the Clouds from Heav'n to be reveald
+In glory of the Father, to dissolve
+\textit{Satan} with his perverted World, then raise
+From the conflagrant mass, purg'd and refin'd,
+New Heav'ns, new Earth, Ages of endless date
+Founded in righteousness and peace and love,
+To bring forth fruits Joy and eternal Bliss.
+\quad He ended; and thus \textit{Adam} last reply'd.
+How soon hath thy prediction, Seer blest,
+Measur'd this transient World, the Race of time,
+Till time stand fixt: beyond is all abyss,
+Eternitie, whose end no eye can reach.
+Greatly instructed I shall hence depart,
+Greatly in peace of thought, and have my fill
+Of knowledge, what this vessel can containe;
+Beyond which was my folly to aspire.
+Henceforth I learne, that to obey is best,
+And love with feare the onely God, to walk
+As in his presence, ever to observe
+His providence, and on him sole depend,
+Merciful over all his works, with good
+Still overcoming evil, and by small
+Accomplishing great things, by things deemd weak
+Subverting worldly strong, and worldly wise
+By simply meek; that suffering for Truths sake
+Is fortitude to highest victorie,
+And to the faithful Death the Gate of Life;
+Taught this by his example whom I now
+Acknowledge my Redeemer ever blest.
+\quad To whom thus also th' Angel last repli'd:
+This having learnt, thou hast attaind the summe
+Of wisdom; hope no higher, though all the Starrs
+Thou knewst by name, and all th' ethereal Powers,
+All secrets of the deep, all Natures works,
+Or works of God in Heav'n, Air, Earth, or Sea,
+And all the riches of this World enjoydst,
+And all the rule, one Empire; onely add
+Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add Faith,
+Add Vertue, Patience, Temperance, add Love,
+By name to come call'd Charitie, the soul
+Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath
+To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess
+A Paradise within thee, happier farr.
+Let us descend now therefore from this top
+Of Speculation; for the hour precise
+Exacts our parting hence; and see the Guards,
+By mee encampt on yonder Hill, expect
+Their motion, at whose Front a flaming Sword,
+In signal of remove, waves fiercely round;
+We may no longer stay: go, waken Eve;
+Her also I with gentle Dreams have calm'd
+Portending good, and all her spirits compos'd
+To meek submission: thou at season fit
+Let her with thee partake what thou hast heard,
+Chiefly what may concern her Faith to know,
+The great deliverance by her Seed to come
+(For by the Womans Seed) on all Mankind.
+That ye may live, which will be many dayes,
+Both in one Faith unanimous though sad,
+With cause for evils past, yet much more cheer'd
+With meditation on the happie end.
+\quad He ended, and they both descend the Hill;
+Descended, \textit{Adam} to the Bowre where \textit{Eve}
+Lay sleeping ran before, but found her wak't;
+And thus with words not sad she him receav'd.
+\quad Whence thou returnst, and whither wentst, I know;
+For God is also in sleep, and Dreams advise,
+Which he hath sent propitious, some great good
+Presaging, since with sorrow and hearts distress
+\textit{Vv}earied I fell asleep: but now lead on;
+In mee is no delay; with thee to goe,
+Is to stay here; without thee here to stay,
+Is to go hence unwilling; thou to mee
+Art all things under Heav'n, all places thou,
+\textit{Vv}ho for my wilful crime art banisht hence.
+This further consolation yet secure
+I carry hence; though all by mee is lost,
+Such favour I unworthie am voutsaft,
+By mee the Promis'd Seed shall all restore.
+\quad So spake our Mother \textit{Eve}, and \textit{Adam} heard
+\textit{Vv}ell pleas'd, but answer'd not; for now too nigh
+Th' Archangel stood, and from the other Hill
+To their fixt Station, all in bright array
+The Cherubim descended; on the ground
+Gliding meteorous, as Ev'ning Mist
+Ris'n from a River o're the marish glides,
+And gathers ground fast at the Labourers heel
+Homeward returning. High in Front advanc't,
+The brandisht Sword of God before them blaz'd
+Fierce as a Comet; which with torrid heat,
+And vapour as the \textit{Libyan} Air adust,
+Began to parch that temperate Clime; whereat
+In either hand the hastning Angel caught
+Our lingring Parents, and to th' Eastern Gate
+Let them direct, and down the Cliff as fast
+To the subjected Plaine; then disappeer'd.
+They looking back, all th' Eastern side beheld
+Of Paradise, so late their happie seat,
+Wav'd over by that flaming Brand, the Gate
+With dreadful Faces throng'd and fierie Armes:
+Som natural tears they drop'd, but wip'd them soon;
+The World was all before them, where to choose
+Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
+They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow,
+Through \textit{Eden} took their solitarie way.
+\endVersus
+\end{document}
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+%
+%
+% Reproducing the style of the Penguin Shakespeare
+%
+%
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+\documentclass{book}
+\usepackage[latin1]{inputenc}
+\usepackage[french]{babel}[2005/05/21 v3.8g]
+\usepackage[pagestyles,outermarks,clearempty]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6]
+\usepackage{titletoc}[2005/01/22 v1.5]
+\usepackage[repeat]{drama}
+\usepackage{poetry}
+\usepackage{example}
+
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+\TextWidth {4.5in}
+
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+
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+
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+ {\MakeUppercase}
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+ {}
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+
+\ExampleTitle [f]{Jean Racine}{Ph\`edre\\[2ex]\RelSize{-1}\textit{trag\'edie}}
+ {Classiques Larousse}
+
+\FrontMatter
+
+\MainMatter
+
+\persona*[1]{Th\'es\'ee}
+\persona*[2]{Ph\`edre}
+\persona*[3]{Hippolyte}
+\persona*[4]{Aricie}
+\persona*[5]{Th\'eram\`ene}
+\persona*[6]{\OE{}none}
+\persona*[7]{Ism\`ene}
+\persona*[8]{Panope}
+
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+\Versus
+
+\Acte
+\scene{\3, \5}
+\numerus{1}
+\3 Le dessein en est pris, je pars, cher Théramène,
+ Et quitte le séjour de l'aimable Trézène.
+ Dans le doute mortel où je suis agité,
+ Je commence à rougir de mon oisiveté.
+ Depuis plus de six mois éloigné de mon père,
+ J'ignore le destin d'une tête si chère ;
+ J'ignore jusqu'aux lieux qui le peuvent cacher.
+
+\5 Et dans quels lieux, Seigneur, l'allez-vous donc chercher?
+ Déjà, pour satisfaire à votre juste crainte,
+ J'ai couru les deux mers que sépare Corinthe ;
+ J'ai demandé Thésée aux peuples de ces bords
+ Où l'on voit l'Acheron se perdre chez les morts ;
+ J'ai visité l'Élide, et, laissant le Ténare,
+ Passé jusqu'à la mer qui vit tomber Icare.
+ Sur quel espoir nouveau, dans quels heureux climats
+ Croyez-vous découvrir la trace de ses pas?
+ Qui sait même, qui sait si le Roi votre père
+ Veut que de son absence on sache le mystère?
+ Et si, lorsqu'avec vous nous tremblons pour ses jours,
+ Tranquille, et nous cachant de nouvelles amours,
+ Ce héros n'attend point qu'une amante abusée...
+\3 Cher Théramène, arrête, et respecte Thésée.
+ De ses jeunes erreurs désormais revenu,
+ Par un indigne obstacle il n'est point retenu ;
+ Et fixant de ses voeux l'inconstance fatale,
+ Ph\`edre depuis longtemps ne craint plus de rivale.
+ Enfin en le cherchant je suivrai mon devoir,
+ Et je fuirai ces lieux que je n'ose plus voir.
+
+\5
+ Hé! depuis quand, Seigneur, craignez-vous la présence
+ De ces paisibles lieux, si chers à votre enfance,
+ Et dont je vous ai vu préférer le séjour
+ Au tumulte pompeux d'Athènes et de la cour?
+ Quel péril, ou plutôt quel chagrin vous en chasse?
+
+\3
+ Cet heureux temps n'est plus. Tout a changé de face
+ Depuis que sur ces bords les Dieux ont envoyé
+ La fille de Minos et de Pasiphaé.
+
+\5
+ J'entends. De vos douleurs la cause m'est connue,
+ Phèdre ici vous chagrine, et blesse votre vue.
+ Dangereuse marâtre, à peine elle vous vit
+ Que votre exil d'abord signala son crédit.
+ Mais sa haine sur vous autrefois attachée,
+ Ou s'est évanouie, ou bien s'est relâchée.
+ Et d'ailleurs, quels périls peut vous faire courir
+ Une femme mourante et qui cherche à mourir?
+ Phèdre, atteinte d'un mal qu'elle s'obstine à taire,
+ Lasse enfin d'elle-même et du jour qui l'éclaire,
+ Peut-elle contre vous former quelques desseins?
+
+\3
+ Sa vaine inimitié n'est pas ce que je crains.
+ Hippolyte en partant fuit une autre ennemie.
+ Je fuis, je l'avouerai, cette jeune Aricie,
+ Reste d'un sang fatal conjuré contre nous.
+
+\5
+ Quoi! vous-même, Seigneur, la persécutez-vous?
+ Jamais l'aimable soeur des cruels Pallantides
+ Trempa-t-elle aux complots de ses frères perfides?
+ Et devez-vous haïr ces innocents appas?
+
+\3
+ Si je la haïssais, je ne la fuirais pas.
+
+\5
+ Seigneur, m'est-il permis d'expliquer votre fuite?
+ Pourriez-vous n'être plus ce superbe Hippolyte,
+ Implacable ennemi des amoureuses lois,
+ Et d'un joug que Thésée a subi tant de fois?
+ Vénus, par votre orgueil si longtemps méprisée,
+ Voudrait-elle à la fin justifier Thésée?
+ Et vous mettant au rang du reste des mortels,
+ Vous a-t-elle forcé d'encenser ses autels?
+ Aimeriez-vous, Seigneur? \\
+\3%
+ Ami, qu'oses-tu dire?
+ Toi qui connais mon coeur depuis que je respire,
+ Des sentiments d'un coeur si fier, si dédaigneux,
+ Peux-tu me demander le désaveu honteux?
+ C'est peu qu'avec son lait une mère amazone
+ M'ait fait sucer encor cet orgueil qui t'étonne ;
+ Dans un âge plus mûr moi-même parvenu,
+ Je me suis applaudi quand je me suis connu.
+ Attaché près de moi par un zèle sincère,
+ Tu me contais alors l'histoire de mon père.
+ Tu sais combien mon âme, attentive à ta voix,
+ S'échauffait au récit de ses nobles exploits,
+ Quand tu me dépeignais ce héros intrépide
+ Consolant les mortels de l'absence d'Alcide,
+ Les monstres étouffés et les brigands punis,
+ Procuste, Cercyon, et Scirron, et Sinnis,
+ Et les os dispersés du géant d'Epidaure,
+ Et la Crète fumant du sang du Minotaure.
+ Mais quand tu récitais des faits moins glorieux,
+ Sa foi partout offerte et reçue en cent lieux,
+ Hélène à ses parents dans Sparte dérobée,
+ Salamine témoin des pleurs de Péribée,
+ Tant d'autres, dont les noms lui sont même échappés,
+ Trop crédules esprits que sa flamme a trompés ;
+ Ariane aux rochers contant ses injustices,
+ Phèdre enlevée enfin sous de meilleurs auspices ;
+ Tu sais comme à regret écoutant ce discours,
+ Je te pressais souvent d'en abréger le cours :
+ Heureux si j'avais pu ravir à la mémoire
+ Cette indigne moitié d'une si belle histoire!
+ Et moi-même, à mon tour, je me verrais lié?
+ Et les Dieux jusque-là m'auraient humilié?
+ Dans mes lâches soupirs d'autant plus méprisable,
+ Qu'un long amas d'honneurs rend Thésée excusable,
+ Qu'aucuns monstres par moi domptés jusqu'aujourd'hui
+ Ne m'ont acquis le droit de faillir comme lui.
+ Quand même ma fierté pourrait s'être adoucie,
+ Aurais-je pour vainqueur dû choisir Aricie?
+ Ne souviendrait-il plus à mes sens égarés
+ De l'obstacle éternel qui nous a séparés?
+ Mon père la réprouve ; et par des lois sévères
+ Il défend de donner des neveux à ses frères :
+ D'une tige coupable il craint un rejeton ;
+ Il veut avec leur soeur ensevelir leur nom,
+ Et que jusqu'au tombeau soumise à sa tutelle,
+ Jamais les feux d'hymen ne s'allument pour elle.
+ Dois-je épouser ses droits contre un père irrité?
+ Donnerai-je l'exemple à la témérité?
+ Et dans un fol amour ma jeunesse embarquée...
+
+\5
+ Ah! Seigneur si votre heure est une fois marquée,
+ Le Ciel de nos raisons ne sait point s'informer.
+ Thésée ouvre vos yeux en voulant les fermer,
+ Et sa haine, irritant une flamme rebelle,
+ Prête à son ennemie une grâce nouvelle.
+ Enfin d'un chaste amour pourquoi vous effrayer?
+ S'il a quelque douceur, n'osez-vous l'essayer?
+ En croirez-vous toujours un farouche scrupule?
+ Craint-on de s'égarer sur les traces d'Hercule?
+ Quels courages Vénus n'a-t-elle pas domptés!
+ Vous-même où seriez-vous, vous qui la combattez,
+ Si toujours Antiope à ses lois opposée,
+ D'une pudique ardeur n'eût brûlé pour Thésée?
+ Mais que sert d'affecter un superbe discours?
+ Avouez-le, tout change ; et depuis quelques jours
+ On vous voit moins souvent, orgueilleux et sauvage,
+ Tantôt faire voler un char sur le rivage,
+ Tantôt, savant dans l'art par Neptune inventé,
+ Rendre docile au frein un coursier indompté.
+ Les forêts de nos cris moins souvent retentissent.
+ Chargés d'un feu secret, vos yeux s'appesantissent.
+ Il n'en faut point douter : vous aimez, vous brûlez ;
+ Vous périssez d'un mal que vous dissimulez.
+ La charmante Aricie a-t-elle su vous plaire?
+
+\3
+ Théramène, je pars, et vais chercher mon père.
+
+\5
+ Ne verrez-vous point Phèdre avant que de partir,
+ Seigneur? \\
+
+\3
+ C'est mon dessein : tu peux l'en avertir.
+ Voyons-la, puisqu'ainsi mon devoir me l'ordonne.
+ Mais quel nouveau malheur trouble sa chère \OE{}none?
+
+\scene{\3, \5, \6}
+
+
+\6%
+ Hélas! Seigneur, quel trouble au mien peut être égal?
+ La Reine touche presque à son terme fatal.
+ En vain à l'observer jour et nuit je m'attache :
+ Elle meurt dans mes bras d'un mal qu'elle me cache.
+ Un désordre éternel règne dans son esprit.
+ Son chagrin inquiet l'arrache de son lit.
+ Elle veut voir le jour ; et sa douleur profonde
+ M'ordonne toutefois d'écarter tout le monde...
+ Elle vient. \\
+
+\3%
+ Il suffit : je la laisse en ces lieux,
+ Et ne lui montre point un visage odieux.
+
+
+
+\scene{\2, \6}
+
+
+\2%
+ N'allons point plus avant. Demeurons, chère Oenone.
+ Je ne me soutiens plus, ma force m'abandonne.
+ Mes yeux sont éblouis du jour que je revoi,
+ Et mes genoux tremblants se dérobent sous moi.
+ Hélas! \\
+
+\6%
+ Dieux tout-puissants! que nos pleurs vous apaisent.
+
+\2%
+ Que ces vains ornements, que ces voiles me pèsent!
+ Quelle importune main, en formant tous ces noeuds,
+ A pris soin sur mon front d'assembler mes cheveux?
+ Tout m'afflige et me nuit, et conspire à me nuire.
+
+\6%
+ Comme on voit tous ses voeux l'un l'autre se détruire!
+ Vous-même, condamnant vos injustes desseins,
+ Tantôt à vous parer vous excitiez nos mains ;
+ Vous-même, rappelant votre force première,
+ Vous vouliez vous montrer et revoir la lumière.
+ Vous la voyez, madame, et prête à vous cacher,
+ Vous haïssez le jour que vous veniez chercher?
+
+\2%
+ Noble et brillant auteur d'une triste famille,
+ Toi, dont ma mère osait se vanter d'être fille,
+ Qui peut-être rougis du trouble où tu me vois,
+ Soleil, je te viens voir pour la dernière fois.
+
+\6%
+ Quoi! vous ne perdrez point cette cruelle envie?
+ Vous verrai-je toujours, renonçant à la vie,
+ Faire de votre mort les funestes apprêts?
+
+\2%
+ Dieux! que ne suis-je assise à l'ombre des forêts!
+ Quand pourrai-je, au travers d'une noble poussière,
+ Suivre de l'oeil un char fuyant dans la carrière?
+
+\6%
+ Quoi, Madame? \\
+
+\2%
+ Insensée, où suis-je? et qu'ai-je dit?
+ Où laissé-je égarer mes voeux et mon esprit?
+ Je l'ai perdu : les Dieux m'en ont ravi l'usage.
+ \OE{}none, la rougeur me couvre le visage :
+ Je te laisse trop voir mes honteuses douleurs,
+ Et mes yeux, malgré moi, se remplissent de pleurs.
+
+\6%
+ Ah! s'il vous faut rougir, rougissez d'un silence
+ Qui de vos maux encore aigrit la violence.
+ Rebelle à tous nos soins, sourde à tous nos discours,
+ Voulez-vous sans pitié laisser finir vos jours?
+ Quelle fureur les borne au milieu de leur course?
+ Quel charme ou quel poison en a tari la source?
+ Les ombres par trois fois ont obscurci les cieux
+ Depuis que le sommeil n'est entré dans vos yeux ;
+ Et le jour a trois fois chassé la nuit obscure
+ Depuis que votre corps languit sans nourriture.
+ A quel affreux dessein vous laissez-vous tenter?
+ De quel droit sur vous-même osez-vous attenter?
+ Vous offensez les Dieux auteurs de votre vie ;
+ Vous trahissez l'époux à qui la foi vous lie ;
+ Vous trahissez enfin vos enfants malheureux,
+ Que vous précipitez sous un joug rigoureux.
+ Songez qu'un même jour leur ravira leur mère,
+ Et rendra l'espérance au fils de l'étrangère,
+ A ce fier ennemi de vous, de votre sang,
+ Ce fils qu'une Amazone a porté dans son flanc,
+ Cet Hippolyte... \\
+
+\2%
+ Ah, dieux! \\
+
+\6%
+ Ce reproche vous touche.
+
+\2%
+ Malheureuse, quel nom est sorti de ta bouche?
+
+\6%
+ Hé bien! votre colère éclate avec raison :
+ J'aime à vous voir frémir à ce funeste nom.
+ Vivez donc. Que l'amour, le devoir vous excite,
+ Vivez, ne souffrez pas que le fils d'une Scythe,
+ Accablant vos enfants d'un empire odieux,
+ Commande au plus beau sang de la Grèce et des Dieux.
+ Mais ne différez point : chaque moment vous tue.
+ Réparez promptement votre force abattue,
+ Tandis que de vos jours, prêts à se consumer,
+ Le flambeau dure encore, et peut se rallumer.
+
+\2%
+ J'en ai trop prolongé la coupable durée.
+
+\6%
+ Quoi? de quel remords êtes-vous déchirée?
+ Quel crime a pu produire un trouble si pressant?
+ Vos mains n'ont point trempé dans le sang innocent?
+
+\2%
+ Grâces au ciel, mes mains ne sont point criminelles.
+ Plût aux Dieux que mon coeur fût innocent comme elles!
+
+\6%
+ Et quel affreux projet avez-vous enfanté,
+ Dont votre coeur encor doive être épouvanté?
+
+\2%
+ Je t'en ai dit assez. Epargne-moi le reste.
+ Je meurs pour ne point faire un aveu si funeste.
+
+\6%
+ Mourez donc, et gardez un silence inhumain ;
+ Mais pour fermer vos yeux cherchez une autre main.
+ Quoiqu'il vous reste à peine une faible lumière,
+ Mon âme chez les morts descendra la première.
+ Mille chemins ouverts y conduisent toujours,
+ Et ma juste douleur choisira les plus courts.
+ Cruelle, quand ma foi vous a-t-elle déçue?
+ Songez-vous qu'en naissant mes bras vous ont reçue?
+ Mon pays, mes enfants, pour vous j'ai tout quitté.
+ Réserviez-vous ce prix à ma fidélité?
+
+\2%
+ Quel fruit espères-tu de tant de violence?
+ Tu frémiras d'horreur si je romps le silence.
+
+\6%
+ Et que me direz-vous qui ne cède, grands Dieux!
+ A l'horreur de vous voir expirer à mes yeux?
+
+\2%
+ Quand tu sauras mon crime, et le sort qui m'accable,
+ Je n'en mourrai pas moins, j'en mourrai plus coupable.
+
+\6%
+ Madame, au nom des pleurs que pour vous j'ai versés,
+ Par vos faibles genoux que je tiens embrassés,
+ Délivrez mon esprit de ce funeste doute.
+
+\2%
+ Tu le veux. Lève-toi. \\
+
+\6%
+ Parlez : je vous écoute.
+
+\2%
+ Ciel! que vais-je lui dire? Et par où commencer?
+
+\6%
+ Par de vaines frayeurs cessez de m'offenser.
+
+\2%
+ O haine de Vénus! O fatale colère!
+ Dans quels égarements l'amour jeta ma mère!
+
+\6%
+ Oublions-les, Madame. Et qu'à tout l'avenir
+ Un silence éternel cache ce souvenir.
+
+\2%
+ Ariane, ma soeur! de quel amour blessée,
+ Vous mourûtes aux bords où vous fûtes laissée!
+
+\6%
+ Que faites-vous, Madame? Et quel mortel ennui
+ Contre tout votre sang vous anime aujourd'hui?
+
+\2%
+ Puisque Vénus le veut, de ce sang déplorable
+ Je péris la dernière, et la plus misérable.
+
+\6%
+ Aimez-vous? \\
+
+\2%
+ De l'amour j'ai toutes les fureurs. \\
+
+\6%
+ Pour qui?
+
+\2%
+ Tu vas ouïr le comble des horreurs.
+ J'aime... A ce nom fatal, je tremble, je frissonne.
+ J'aime... \\
+
+\6%
+ Qui? \\
+
+\2%
+ Tu connais ce fils de l'Amazone,
+ Ce prince si longtemps par moi-même opprimé?
+
+\6%
+ Hippolyte! Grands Dieux! \\
+
+\2%
+ C'est toi qui l'as nommé.
+
+\6%
+ Juste ciel! tout mon sang dans mes veines se glace.
+ O désespoir! ô crime! ô déplorable race!
+ Voyage infortuné! Rivage malheureux,
+ Fallait-il approcher de tes bords dangereux?
+
+\2%
+ Mon mal vient de plus loin. A peine au fils d'Egée
+ Sous les lois de l'hymen je m'étais engagée,
+ Mon repos, mon bonheur semblait s'être affermi,
+ Athènes me montra mon superbe ennemi.
+ Je le vis, je rougis, je pâlis à sa vue ;
+ Un trouble s'éleva dans mon âme éperdue ;
+ Mes yeux ne voyaient plus, je ne pouvais parler ;
+ Je sentis tout mon corps et transir et brûler.
+ Je reconnus Vénus et ses feux redoutables,
+ D'un sang qu'elle poursuit tourments inévitables.
+ Par des voeux assidus je crus les détourner :
+ Je lui bâtis un temple, et pris soin de l'orner ;
+ De victimes moi-même à toute heure entourée,
+ Je cherchais dans leurs flancs ma raison égarée,
+ D'un incurable amour remèdes impuissants!
+ En vain sur les autels ma main brûlait l'encens :
+ Quand ma bouche implorait le nom de la Déesse,
+ J'adorais Hippolyte ; et le voyant sans cesse,
+ Même au pied des autels que je faisais fumer,
+ J'offrais tout à ce Dieu que je n'osais nommer.
+ Je l'évitais partout. O comble de misère!
+ Mes yeux le retrouvaient dans les traits de son père.
+ Contre moi-même enfin j'osai me révolter :
+ J'excitai mon courage à le persécuter.
+ Pour bannir l'ennemi dont j'étais idolâtre,
+ J'affectai les chagrins d'une injuste marâtre ;
+ Je pressai son exil, et mes cris éternels
+ L'arrachèrent du sein et des bras paternels.
+ Je respirais \OE{}none, et depuis son absence,
+ Mes jours moins agités coulaient dans l'innocence.
+ Soumise à mon époux, et cachant mes ennuis,
+ De son fatal hymen je cultivais les fruits.
+ Vaine précautions! Cruelle destinée!
+ Par mon époux lui-même à Trézène amenée,
+ J'ai revu l'ennemi que j'avais éloigné :
+ Ma blessure trop vive a aussitôt saigné,
+ Ce n'est plus une ardeur dans mes veines cachée :
+ C'est Vénus tout entière à sa proie attachée.
+ J'ai conçu pour mon crime une juste terreur ;
+ J'ai pris la vie en haine, et ma flamme en horreur.
+ Je voulais en mourant prendre soin de ma gloire ;,
+ Et dérober au jour une flamme si noire :
+ Je n'ai pu soutenir tes larmes, tes combats ;
+ Je t'ai tout avoué ; je ne m'en repens pas,
+ Pourvu que de ma mort respectant les approches,
+ Tu ne m'affliges plus par d'injustes reproches,
+ Et que tes vains secours cessent de rappeler
+ Un reste de chaleur tout prêt à s'exhaler.
+
+
+
+\scene{\2, \6, \8}
+
+
+\8%
+ Je voudrais vous cacher une triste nouvelle,
+ Madame ; mais il faut que je vous la révèle.
+ La mort vous a ravi votre invincible époux,
+ Et ce malheur n'est plus ignoré que de vous.
+
+\6%
+ Panope, que dis-tu? \\
+
+\8%
+ Que la Reine abusée
+ En vain demande au ciel le retour de Thésée,
+ Et que par des vaisseaux arrivés dans le port
+ Hippolyte son fils vient d'apprendre sa mort.
+
+\2%
+ Ciel! \\
+
+\8%
+ Pour le choix d'un maître Athènes se partage.
+ Au Prince votre fils l'un donne son suffrage,
+ Madame ; et de l'Etat l'autre oubliant les lois,
+ Au fils de l'étrangère ose donner sa voix.
+ On dit même qu'au trône une brigue insolente
+ Veut placer Aricie et le sang de Pallante.
+ J'ai cru de ce péril devoir vous avertir.
+ Déjà même Hippolyte est tout prêt à partir ;
+ Et l'on craint, s'il paraît dans ce nouvel orage,
+ Qu'il n'entraîne après lui tout un peuple volage.
+
+\6%
+ Panope, c'est assez. La Reine, qui t'entend,
+ Ne négligera point cet avis important.
+
+
+
+\scene{\2, \6}
+
+
+\6%
+ Madame, je cessais de vous presser de vivre ;
+ Déjà même au tombeau je songeais à vous suivre ;
+ Pour vous en détourner je n'avais plus de vois ;
+ Mais ce nouveau malheur vous prescrit d'autres lois.
+ Votre fortune change et prend une autre face :
+ Le Roi n'est plus. Madame, il faut prendre sa place.
+ Sa mort vous laisse un fils à qui vous vous devez,
+ Esclave s'il vous perd, et roi si vous vivez.
+ Sur qui, dans son malheur, voulez-vous qu'il s'appuie?
+ Ses larmes n'auront plus de main qui les essuie ;
+ Et ses cris innocents, portés jusques aux Dieux,
+ Iront contre sa mère irriter ses aïeux.
+ Vivez, vous n'avez plus de reproche à vous faire :
+ Votre flamme devient une flamme ordinaire.
+ Thésée en expirant vient de rompre les noeuds
+ Qui faisaient tout le crime et l'horreur de vos feux.
+ Hippolyte pour vous devient moins redoutable,
+ Et vous pouvez le voir sans vous rendre coupable.
+ Peut-être convaincu de votre aversion,
+ Il va donner un chef à la sédition.
+ Détrompez son erreur, fléchissez son courage.
+ Roi de ces bords heureux, Trézène est son partage ;
+ Mais il sait que les lois donnent à votre fils
+ Les superbes remparts que Minerve a bâtis.
+ Vous avez l'un et l'autre une juste ennemie :
+ Unissez-vous tous deux pour combattre Aricie.
+
+\2%
+ Hé bien! à tes conseils je me laisse entraîner.
+ Vivons, si vers la vie on peut me ramener,
+ Et si l'amour d'un fils en ce moment funeste
+ De mes faibles esprits peut ranimer le reste.
+
+\Acte
+\scene{\4, \7}
+
+\4%
+ Hippolyte demande à me voir en ce lieu?
+ Hippolyte me cherche et veut me dire adieu?
+ Ismène, dis-tu vrai? N'es-tu point abusée?
+
+\7%
+ C'est le premier effet de la mort de Thésée.
+ Préparez-vous, Madame, à voir de tous côtés
+ Voler vers vous les coeurs par Thésée écartés.
+ Aricie à la fin de son sort est maîtresse,
+ Et bientôt à ses pieds verra toute la Grèce.
+
+\4%
+ Ce n'est donc point, Ismène, un bruit mal affermi?
+ Je cesse d'être esclave, et n'ai plus d'ennemi?
+
+\7%
+ Non, Madame. les Dieux ne vous sont plus contraires,
+ Et Thésée a rejoint les mânes de vos frères.
+
+\4%
+ Dit-on quelle aventure a terminé ses jours?.
+
+\7%
+ On sème de sa mort d'incroyables discours.
+ On dit que ravisseur d'une amante nouvelle
+ Les flots ont englouti cet époux infidèle.
+ On dit même, et ce bruit est partout répandu,
+ Qu'avec Pirithoüs aux enfers descendu,
+ Il a vu le Cocyte et les rivages sombres,
+ Et s'est montré vivant aux infernales ombres ;
+ Mais qu'il n'a pu sortir de ce triste séjour,
+ Et repasser les bords qu'on passe sans retour.
+
+\4%
+ Croirai-je qu'un mortel avant sa dernière heure
+ Peut pénétrer des morts la profonde demeure?
+ Quel charme l'attirait sur ces bords redoutés?
+
+\7%
+ Thésée est mort, Madame, et vous seule en doutez :
+ Athènes en gémit, Trézène en est instruite,
+ Et déjà pour son roi reconnaît Hippolyte.
+ Phèdre, dans ce palais, tremblante pour son fils,
+ De ses amis troublés demande les avis.
+
+\4%
+ Et tu crois que pour moi plus humain que son père,
+ Hippolyte rendra ma chaîne plus légère?
+ Qu'il plaindra mes malheurs? \\
+
+\7%
+ Madame, je le croi.
+
+\4%
+ L'insensible Hippolyte est-il connu de toi?
+ Sur quel frivole espoir penses-tu qu'il me plaigne,
+ Et respecte en moi seule un sexe qu'il dédaigne?
+ Tu vois depuis quel temps il évite nos pas,
+ Et cherche tous les lieux où nous ne sommes pas.
+
+\7%
+ Je sais de ses froideurs tout ce que l'on récite ;
+ Mais j'ai vu près de vous ce superbe Hippolyte ;
+ Et même, en le voyant, le bruit de sa fierté
+ A redoublé pour lui ma curiosité.
+ Sa présence à ce bruit n'a point paru répondre :
+ Dès vos premiers regards je l'ai vu se confondre.
+ Ses yeux, qui vainement voulaient vous éviter,
+ Déjà pleins de langueur, ne pouvaient vous quitter.
+ Le nom d'amant peut-être offense son courage ;
+ Mais il en a les yeux, s'il n'en a le langage.
+
+\4%
+ Que mon coeur, chère Ismène, écoute avidement
+ Un discours qui peut-être a peu de fondement!
+ O toi qui me connais, te semblait-il croyable
+ Que le triste jouet d'un sort impitoyable,
+ Un coeur toujours nourri d'amertume et de pleurs,
+ Dût connaître l'amour et ses folles douleurs?
+ Reste du sang d'un roi, noble fils de la terre,
+ Je suis seule échappée aux fureurs de la guerre.
+ J'ai perdu dans la fleur de leur jeune saison,
+ Six frères, quel espoir d'une illustre maison!
+ Le fer moissonna tout, et la terre humectée
+ But à regret le sang des neveux d'Erechtée.
+ Tu sais, depuis leur mort, quelle sévère loi
+ Défend à tous les Grecs de soupirer pour moi :
+ On craint que de la soeur les flammes téméraires
+ Ne raniment un jour la cendre de ses frères.
+ Mais tu sais bien aussi de quel oeil dédaigneux
+ Je regardais ce soin d'un vainqueur soupçonneux.
+ Tu sais que de tout temps à l'amour opposée,
+ Je rendais souvent grâce à l'injuste
+
+\1%
+ Dont l'heureuse rigueur secondait mes mépris.
+ Mes yeux alors, mes yeux n'avaient pas vu son fils.
+ Non que par les yeux seuls, lâchement enchantée,
+ J'aime en lui sa beauté, sa grâce tant vantée,
+ Présents dont la nature a voulu l'honorer,
+ Qu'il méprise lui-même, et qu'il semble ignorer.
+ J'aime, je prise en lui de plus nobles richesses,
+ Les vertus de son père, et non point les faiblesses.
+ J'aime, je l'avouerai, cet orgueil généreux
+ Qui n'a jamais fléchi sous le joug amoureux.
+ Phèdre en vain s'honorait des soupirs de Thésée :
+ Pour moi, je suis plus fière, et fuis la gloire ; aisée
+ D'arracher un hommage à mille autres offert,
+ Et d'entrer dans un coeur de toutes parts ouvert.
+ Mais de faire fléchir un courage inflexible,
+ De porter la douleur dans une âme insensible,
+ D'enchaîner un captif de ses fers étonné,
+ Contre un joug qui lui plaît vainement mutiné ;
+ C'est là ce que je veux, c'est là ce qui m'irrite.
+ Hercule à désarmer coûtait moins qu'Hippolyte,
+ Et vaincu plus souvent, et plus tôt surmonté,
+ Préparait moins de gloire ; aux yeux qui l'ont dompté.
+ Mais, chère Ismène, hélas! quelle est mon impudence!
+ On ne m'opposera que trop de résistance.
+ Tu m'entendras peut-être, humble dans mon ennui,
+ Gémir du même orgueil que j'admire aujourd'hui.
+ Hippolyte aimerait? Par quel bonheur extrême
+ Aurais-je pu fléchir... \\
+
+\7%
+ Vous l'entendrez lui-même :
+ Il vient à vous. \\
+
+
+
+\scene{\3, \4, \7}
+
+
+\3%
+ Madame, avant que de partir,
+ J'ai cru de votre sort devoir vous avertit.
+ Mon père ne vit plus. Ma juste défiance
+ Présageait les raisons de sa trop longue absence :
+ La mort seule, bornant ses travaux éclatants,
+ Pouvait à l'univers le cacher si longtemps.
+ Les Dieux livrent enfin à la Parque homicide
+ L'ami, le compagnon, le successeur d'Alcide.
+ Je crois que votre haine, épargnant ses vertus,
+ Ecoute sans regret ces noms qui lui sont dus.
+ Un espoir adoucit ma tristesse mortelle :
+ Je puis vous affranchir d'une austère tutelle.
+ Je révoque des lois dont j'ai plaint la rigueur :
+ Vous pouvez disposer de vous, de votre coeur ;
+ Et dans cette Trézène, aujourd'hui mon partage,
+ De mon aïeul Pitthée autrefois l'héritage,
+ Qui m'a sans balancer reconnu pour son roi,
+ Je vous laisse aussi libre, et plus libre que moi.
+
+\4%
+ Modérez des bontés dont l'excès m'embarrasse.
+ D'un soin si généreux honorer ma disgrâce,
+ Seigneur, c'est me ranger, plus que vous ne pensez,
+ Sous ces austères lois dont vous me dispensez.
+
+\3%
+ Du choix d'un successeur Athènes incertaine,
+ Parle de vous, me nomme, et le fils de la Reine.
+
+\4%
+ De moi, Seigneur? \\
+
+\3%
+ Je sais, sans vouloir me flatter,
+ Qu'une superbe loi semble me rejeter.
+ La Grèce me reproche une mère étrangère.
+ Mais si pour concurrent je n'avais que mon frère,
+ Madame, j'ai sur lui de véritables droits
+ Que je saurais sauver du caprice des lois.
+ Un frein plus légitime arrête mon audace :
+ Je vous cède, ou plutôt je vous rends une place,
+ Un sceptre que jadis vos aïeux ont reçu
+ De ce fameux mortel que la terre a conçu.
+ L'adoption le mit entre les mains d'Egée.
+ Athènes, par mon père accrue et protégée,
+ Reconnut avec joie un roi si généreux,
+ Et laissa dans l'oubli vos frères malheureux.
+ Athènes dans ses murs maintenant vous rappelle.
+ Assez elle a gémi d'une longue querelle,
+ Assez dans ses sillons votre sang englouti
+ A fait fumer le champ dont il était sorti.
+ Trézène m'obéit. Les campagnes de Crète
+ Offrent au fils de Phèdre une riche retraite.
+ L'Attique est votre bien. Je pars et vais pour vous
+ Réunir tous les voeux partagés entre nous.
+
+\4%
+ De tout ce que j'entends étonnée et confuse,
+ Je crains presque, je crains qu'un songe ne m'abuse.
+ Veillé-je? Puis-je croire un semblable dessein?
+ Quel Dieu, Seigneur, quel Dieu l'a mis dans votre sein?
+ Qu'à bon droit votre gloire ; en tous lieux est semée!
+ Et que la vérité passe la renommée!
+ Vous-même en ma faveur vous voulez vous trahir!
+ N'était-ce pas assez de ne me point haïr?
+ Et d'avoir si longtemps pu défendre votre âme
+ De cette inimitié... \\
+
+\3%
+ Moi, vous haïr, Madame?
+ Avec quelques couleurs qu'on ait peint ma fierté,
+ Croit-on que dans ses flancs un monstre m'ait porté?
+ Quelles sauvages moeurs, quelle haine endurcie
+ Pourrait, en vous voyant, n'être point adoucie?
+ Ai-je pu résister au charme décevant...
+
+\4%
+ Quoi? Seigneur. \\
+
+\3%
+ Je me suis engagé trop avant.
+ Je vois que la raison cède à la violence.
+ Puisque j'ai commencé de rompre le silence,
+ Madame, il faut poursuivre : il faut vous informer
+ D'un secret que mon coeur ne peut plus renfermer.
+ Vous voyez devant vous un prince déplorable,
+ D'un téméraire orgueil exemple mémorable.
+ Moi qui, contre l'amour fièrement révolté,
+ Aux fers de ses captifs ai longtemps insulté ;
+ Qui des faibles mortels déplorant les naufrages,
+ Pensais toujours du bord contempler les orages ;
+ Asservi maintenant sous la commune loi,
+ Par quel trouble me vois-je emporté loin de moi?
+ Un moment a vaincu mon audace imprudente :
+ Cette âme si superbe est enfin dépendante.
+ Depuis près de six mois, honteux, désespéré,
+ Portant partout le trait dont je suis déchiré,
+ Contre vous, contre moi, vainement je m'éprouve :
+ Présente je vous fuis, absente je vous trouve ;
+ Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit ;
+ La lumière du jour, les ombres de la nuit,
+ Tout retrace à mes yeux les charmes que j'évite,
+ Tout vous livre à l'envi le rebelle Hippolyte.
+ Moi-même, pour tout fruit de mes soins superflus,
+ Maintenant je me cherche, et ne me trouve plus.
+ Mon arc, mes javelots, mon char, tout m'importune.
+ Je ne me souviens plus des leçons de Neptune.
+ Mes seuls gémissements font retentir les bois,
+ Et mes coursiers oisifs ont oublié ma voix.
+ Peut-être le récit d'un amour si sauvage
+ Vous fait en m'écoutant rougir de votre ouvrage.
+ D'un coeur qui s'offre à vous quel farouche entretien!
+ Quel étrange captif pour un si beau lien!
+ Mais l'offrande à vos yeux en doit être plus chère.
+ Songez que je vous parle une langue étrangère,
+ Et ne rejetez pas des voeux mal exprimés,
+ Qu'Hippolyte sans vous n'aurait jamais formés.
+
+
+
+\scene{\3, \4, \5, \7}
+
+
+\5%
+ Seigneur, la reine vient, et je l'ai devancée.
+ Elle vous cherche. \\
+
+\3%
+ Moi? \\
+
+\5%
+ J'ignore sa pensée,
+ Mais on vous est venu demander de sa part.
+ Phèdre veut vous parler avant votre départ.
+
+\3%
+ Phèdre? Que lui dirai-je? Et que peut-elle attendre...
+
+\4%
+ Seigneur, vous ne pouvez refuser de l'entendre.
+ Quoique trop convaincu de son inimitié,
+ Vous devez à ses pleurs quelque ombre de pitié.
+
+\3%
+ Cependant vous sortez. Et je pars. Et j'ignore
+ Si je n'offense point les charmes que j'adore.
+ J'ignore si ce coeur que je laisse en vos mains...
+
+\4%
+ Partez, Prince, et suivez vos généreux desseins.
+ Rendez de mon pouvoir Athènes tributaire.
+ J'accepte tous les dons que vous voulez me faire.
+ Mais cet Empire enfin si grand, si glorieux,
+ N'est pas de vos présents le plus cher à mes yeux.
+
+
+
+\scene{\3, \5}
+
+\3%
+ Ami, tout est-il prêt? Mais la Reine s'avance.
+ Va, que pour le départ tout s'arme en diligence.
+ Fais donner le signal, cours, ordonne et revien
+ Me délivrer bientôt d'un fâcheux entretien.
+
+
+
+\scene{\2, \3, \6}
+
+\2, \[à \OE{}none\]%
+ Le voici. Vers mon coeur tout mon sang se retire.
+ J'oublie, en le voyant, ce que je viens lui dire.
+
+\6%
+ Souvenez-vous d'un fils qui n'espère qu'en vous.
+
+\2%
+ On dit qu'un prompt départ vous éloigne de nous,
+ Seigneur. A vos douleurs je viens joindre mes larmes.
+ Je vous viens pour un fils expliquer mes alarmes.
+ Mon fils n'a plus de père, et le jour n'est pas loin
+ Qui de ma mort encor doit le rendre témoin.
+ Déjà mille ennemis attaquent son enfance ;
+ Vous seul pouvez contre eux embrasser sa défense.
+ Mais un secret remords agite mes esprits.
+ Je crains d'avoir fermé votre oreille à ses cris.
+ Je tremble que sur lui votre juste colère
+ Ne poursuive bientôt une odieuse mère.
+
+\3%
+ Madame, je n'ai point des sentiments si bas.
+
+\2%
+ Quand vous me haïriez, je ne m'en plaindrais pas,
+ Seigneur. Vous m'avez vue attachée à vous nuire ;
+ Dans le fond de mon coeur vous ne pouviez pas lire.
+ A votre inimitié j'ai pris soin de m'offrir.
+ Aux bords que j'habitais je n'ai pu vous souffrir.
+ En public, en secret, contre vous déclarée,
+ J'ai voulu par des mers en être séparée ;
+ J'ai même défendu par une expresse loi
+ Qu'on osât prononcer votre nom devant moi.
+ Si pourtant à l'offense on mesure la peine,
+ Si la haine peut seule attirer votre haine,
+ Jamais femme ne fut plus digne de pitié,
+ Et moins digne, Seigneur, de votre inimitié.
+
+\3%
+ Des droits de ses enfants une mère jalouse
+ Pardonne rarement au fils d'une autre épouse.
+ Madame, je le sais. Les soupçons importuns
+ Sont d'un second hymen les fruits les plus communs.
+ Toute autre aurait pour moi pris les mêmes ombrages,
+ Et j'en aurais peut-être essuyé plus d'outrages.
+
+\2%
+ Ah! Seigneur, que le Ciel, j'ose ici l'attester,
+ De cette loi commune a voulu m'excepter!
+ Qu'un soin bien différent me trouble et me dévore!
+
+\3%
+ Madame, il n'est pas temps de vous troubler encore.
+ Peut-être votre époux voit encore le jour ;
+ Le ciel peut à nos pleurs accorder son retour.
+ Neptune le protège, et ce Dieu tutélaire
+ Ne sera pas en vain imploré par mon père.
+
+\2%
+ On ne voit point deux fois le rivage des morts,
+ Seigneur. Puisque Thésée a vu les sombres bords,
+ En vain vous espérez qu'un Dieu vous le renvoie,
+ Et l'avare Achéron ne lâche point sa proie.
+ Que dis-je? Il n'est point mort, puisqu'il respire en vous.
+ Toujours devant mes yeux je crois vois mon époux.
+ Je le vois, je lui parle, et mon coeur... Je m'égare,
+ Seigneur ; ma folle ardeur malgré moi se déclare.
+
+\3%
+ Je vois de votre amour l'effet prodigieux.
+ Tout mort qu'il est, Thésée est présent à vos yeux ;
+ Toujours de son amour votre âme est embrasée.
+
+\2%
+ Oui, Prince, je languis, je brûle pour Thésée.
+ Je l'aime, non point tel que l'ont vu les enfers,
+ Volage adorateur de mille objets divers,
+ Qui va du Dieu des morts déshonorer la couche ;
+ Mais fidèle, mais fier, et même un peu farouche,
+ Charmant, jeune, traînant tous les coeurs après soi,
+ Tel qu'on dépeint nos Dieux, ou tel que je vous voi.
+ Il avait votre port, vos yeux, votre langage,
+ Cette noble pudeur colorait son visage,
+ Lorsque de notre Crète il traversa les flots,
+ Digne sujet des voeux des filles de Minos.
+ Que faisiez-vous alors? Pourquoi sans Hyppolyte
+ Des héros de la Grèce assembla-t-il l'élite?
+ Pourquoi, trop jeune encor, ne pûtes-vous alors
+ Entrer dans le vaisseau qui le mit sur nos bords?
+ Par vous aurait péri le monstre de la Crète,
+ Malgré tous les détours de sa vaste retraite.
+ Pour en développer l'embarras incertain,
+ Ma soeur du fil fatal eût armé votre main.
+ Mais non, dans ce dessein je l'aurais devancée :
+ L'amour m'en eût d'abord inspiré la pensée.
+ C'est moi, Prince, c'est moi dont l'utile secours
+ Vous eût du Labyrinthe enseigné les détours.
+ Que de soins m'eût coûté cette tête charmante!
+ Un fil n'eût point assez rassuré votre amante.
+ Compagne du péril qu'il vous fallait chercher,
+ Moi-même devant vous j'aurais voulu marcher ;
+ Et Phèdre, au Labyrinthe avec vous descendue,
+ Se serait avec vous retrouvée ou perdue.
+
+\3%
+ Dieux! qu'est-ce que j'entends? Madame, oubliez-vous
+ Que Thésée est mon père et qu'il est votre époux?
+
+\2%
+ Et sur quoi jugez-vous que j'en perds la mémoire,
+ Prince? Aurais-je perdu tout le soin de ma gloire ;?
+
+\3%
+ Madame, pardonnez. J'avoue, en rougissant,
+ Que j'accusais à tort un discours innocent.
+ Ma honte ne peut plus soutenir votre vue ;
+ Et je vais... \\
+
+\2%
+ Ah! cruel, tu m'as trop entendue.
+ Je t'en ai dit assez pour te tirer d'erreur.
+ Hé bien! connais donc Phèdre et toute sa fureur.
+ J'aime. Ne pense pas qu'au moment que je t'aime,
+ Innocente à mes yeux je m'approuve moi-même,
+ Ni que du fol amour qui trouble ma raison
+ Ma lâche complaisance ait nourri le poison.
+ Objet infortuné des vengeances célestes,
+ Je m'abhorre encor plus que tu ne me détestes.
+ Les Dieux m'en sont témoins, ces Dieux qui dans mon flanc
+ Ont allumé le feu fatal à tout mon sang,
+ Ces Dieux qui se sont fait une gloire ; cruelle
+ De séduire le coeur d'une faible mortelle.
+ Toi-même en ton esprit rappelle le passé.
+ C'est peu de t'avoir fui, cruel, je t'ai chassé.
+ J'ai voulu te paraître odieuse, inhumaine.
+ Pour mieux te résister, j'ai recherché ta haine.
+ De quoi m'ont profité mes inutiles soins?
+ Tu me haïssais plus, je ne t'aimais pas moins.
+ Tes malheurs te prêtaient encor de nouveaux charmes.
+ J'ai langui, j'ai séché, dans les feux, dans les larmes.
+ Il suffit de tes yeux pour t'en persuader,
+ Si tes yeux un moment pouvaient me regarder.
+ Que dis-je? Cet aveu que je viens de te faire,
+ Cet aveu si honteux, le crois-tu volontaire?
+ Tremblante pour un fils que je n'osais trahir,
+ Je te venais prier de ne le point haïr.
+ Faibles projets d'un coeur trop plein de ce qu'il aime!
+ Hélas! je ne t'ai pu parler que de toi-même.
+ Venge-toi, punis-moi d'un odieux amour.
+ Digne fils du héros qui t'a donné le jour,
+ Délivre l'univers d'un monstre qui t'irrite.
+ La veuve de Thésée ose aimer Hippolyte!
+ Crois-moi, ce monstre affreux ne doit point t'échapper.
+ Voilà mon coeur. C'est là que ta main doit frapper.
+ Impatient déjà d'expier son offense,
+ Au-devant de ton bras je le sens qui s'avance.
+ Frappe. Ou si tu le crois indigne de tes coups,
+ Si ta haine m'envie un supplice si doux,
+ Ou si d'un sang trop vil ta main serait trempée,
+ Au défaut de ton bras prête-moi ton épée.
+ Donne. \\
+
+\6%
+ Que faites-vous, Madame? Justes Dieux!
+ Mais on vient. Evitez des témoins odieux ;
+ Venez, rentrez, fuyez une honte certaine.
+
+
+
+\scene{\3, \5}
+
+
+\5%
+ Est-ce Phèdre qui fuit, ou plutôt qu'on entraîne?
+ Pourquoi, Seigneur, pourquoi ces marques de douleur?
+ Je vous vois sans épée, interdit, sans couleur?
+
+\3%
+ Théramène, fuyons. Ma surprise est extrême.
+ Je ne puis sans horreur me regarder moi-même.
+ Phèdre... Mais non, grands Dieux! qu'en un profond oubli
+ Cet horrible secret demeure enseveli.
+
+\5%
+ Si vous voulez partir, la voile est préparée.
+ Mais Athènes, Seigneur, s'est déjà déclarée.
+ Ses chefs ont pris les voix de toutes ses tribus.
+ Votre frère l'emporte, et Phèdre a le dessus.
+
+\3%
+ Phèdre? \\
+
+\5%
+ Un héraut chargé des volontés d'Athènes
+ De l'Etat en ses mains vient remettre les rênes.
+ Son fils est roi, Seigneur. \\
+
+\3%
+ Dieux, qui la connaissez,
+ Est-ce donc sa vertu que vous récompensez?
+
+\5%
+ Cependant un bruit sourd veut que le Roi respire.
+ On prétend que Thésée a paru dans l'Epire.
+ Mais moi qui l'y cherchai, Seigneur, je sais trop bien...
+
+\3%
+ N'importe, écoutons tout, et ne négligeons rien.
+ Examinons ce bruit, remontons à sa source.
+ S'il ne mérite pas d'interrompre ma course,
+ Partons ; et quelque prix qu'il en puisse coûter,
+ Mettons le sceptre aux mains dignes de le porter.
+
+
+
+\Acte
+
+
+
+\scene{\3, \6}
+
+
+\2%
+ Ah! que l'on porte ailleurs les honneurs qu'on m'envoie.
+ Importune, peux-tu souhaiter qu'on me voie?
+ De quoi viens-tu flatter mon esprit désolé?
+ Cache-moi bien plutôt, je n'ai que trop parlé.
+ Mes fureurs au-dehors ont osé se répandre.
+ J'ai dit ce que jamais on ne devait entendre.
+ Ciel! comme il m'écoutait! Par combien de détours
+ L'insensible a longtemps éludé mes discours!
+ Comme il ne respirait qu'une retraite prompte!
+ Et combien sa rougeur a redoublé ma honte!
+ Pourquoi détournais-tu mon funeste dessein?
+ Hélas! quand son épée allait chercher mon sein,
+ A-t-il pâli pour moi? me l'a-t-il arrachée?
+ Il suffit que ma main l'ait une fois touchée,
+ Je l'ai rendue horrible à ses yeux inhumains ;
+ Et ce fer malheureux profanerait ses mains.
+
+\6%
+ Ainsi dans vos malheurs ne songeant qu'à vous plaindre,
+ Vous nourrissez un feu qu'il vous faudrait éteindre.
+ Ne vaudrait-il pas mieux, digne sang de Minos,
+ Dans de plus nobles soins chercher votre repos,
+ Contre un ingrat qui plaît recourir à la fuite,
+ Régner, et de l'Etat embrasser la conduite?
+
+\2%
+ Moi régner! Moi ranger un Etat sous ma loi,
+ Quand ma faible raison ne règne plus sur moi!
+ Lorsque j'ai de mes sens abandonné l'empire!
+ Quand sous un joug honteux à peine je respire!
+ Quand je me meurs! \\
+
+\6%
+ Fuyez. \\
+
+\2%
+ Je ne le puis quitter.
+
+\6%
+ Vous l'osâtes bannir, vous n'osez l'éviter.
+
+\2%
+ Il n'est plus temps. Il sait mes ardeurs insensées.
+ De l'austère pudeur les bornes sont passées.
+ J'ai déclaré ma honte aux yeux de mon vainqueur,
+ Et l'espoir, malgré moi, s'est glissé dans mon coeur.
+ Toi-même, rappelant ma force défaillante,
+ Et mon âme déjà sur mes lèvres errante,
+ Par tes conseils flatteurs tu m'as su ranimer.
+ Tu m'as fait entrevoir que je pouvais l'aimer.
+
+\6%
+ Hélas! de vos malheurs innocente ou coupable,
+ De quoi pour vous sauver n'étais-je point capable?
+ Mais si jamais l'offense irrita vos esprits,
+ Pouvez-vous d'un superbe oublier les mépris?
+ Avec quels yeux cruels sa rigueur obstinée
+ Vous laissait à ses pieds peu s'en faut prosternée!
+ Que son farouche orgueil le rendait odieux!
+ Que Phèdre en ce moment n'avait-elle mes yeux!
+
+\2%
+ Oenone, il peut quitter cet orgueil qui te blesse.
+ Nourri dans les forêts, il en a la rudesse.
+ Hippolyte, endurci par de sauvages lois,
+ Entend parler d'amour pour la première fois.
+ Peut-être sa surprise a causé son silence,
+ Et nos plaintes peut-être ont trop de violence.
+
+\6%
+ Songez qu'une barbare en son sein l'a formé.
+
+\2%
+ Quoique Scythe et barbare, elle a pourtant aimé.
+
+\6%
+ Il a pour tout le sexe une haine fatale.
+
+\2%
+ Je ne me verrai point préférer de rivale.
+ Enfin tous tes conseils ne sont plus de saison.
+ Sers ma fureur, Oenone, et non point ma raison.
+ Il oppose à l'amour un coeur inaccessible :
+ Cherchons, pour l'attaquer, quelque endroit plus sensible.
+ Les charmes d'un Empire ont paru le toucher ;
+ Athènes l'attirait, il n'a su s'en cacher ;
+ Déjà de ses vaisseaux la pointe était tournée,
+ Et la voile flottait aux vents abandonnée.
+ Va trouver de ma part ce jeune ambitieux,
+ Oenone. Fais briller la couronne à ses yeux.
+ Qu'il mette sur son front le sacré diadème ;
+ Je ne veux que l'honneur de l'attacher moi-même.
+ Cédons-lui ce pouvoir que je ne puis garder.
+ Il instruira mon fils dans l'art de commander.
+ Peut-être il voudra bien lui tenir lieu de père.
+ Je mets sous son pouvoir et le fils et la mère.
+ Pour le fléchir enfin tente tous les moyens :
+ Tes discours trouveront plus d'accès que les miens.
+ Presse, pleure, gémis, peins-lui Phèdre mourante,
+ Ne rougis point de prendre une voix suppliante.
+ Je t'avouerai de tout ; je n'espère qu'en toi.
+ Va, j'attends ton retour pour disposer de moi.
+
+
+
+\scene{\2}
+
+\2%
+ O toi, qui vois la honte où je suis descendue,
+ Implacable Vénus, suis-je assez confondue?
+ Tu ne saurais plus loin pousser ta cruauté.
+ Ton triomphe est parfait ; tous tes traits ont porté.
+ Cruelle, si tu veux une gloire ; nouvelle,
+ Attaque un ennemi qui te soit plus rebelle.
+ Hippolyte te fuit, et bravant ton courroux,
+ Jamais à tes autels n'a fléchi ses genoux.
+ Ton nom semble offenser ses superbes oreilles.
+ Déesse, venge-toi : nos causes sont pareilles.
+ Qu'il aime. Mais déjà tu reviens sur tes pas,
+ \OE{}none? On me déteste, on ne t'écoute pas.
+
+
+
+\scene{\2, \6}
+
+\6%
+ Il faut d'un vain amour étouffer la pensée,
+ Madame. Rappelez votre vertu passée.
+ Le Roi, qu'on a cru mort, va paraître à vos yeux ;
+ Thésée est arrivé, Thésée est en ces lieux.
+ Le peuple, pour le voir, court et se précipite.
+ Je sortais par votre ordre, et cherchais Hippolyte ,
+ Lorsque jusques au ciel mille cris élancés...
+
+\2%
+ Mon époux est vivant, \OE{}none, c'est assez.
+ J'ai fait l'indigne aveu d'un amour qui l'outrage,
+ Il vit. Je ne veux pas en savoir davantage.
+
+\6%
+ Quoi? \\
+
+\2%
+ Je te l'ai prédit, mais tu n'as pas voulu.
+ Sur mes justes remords tes pleurs ont prévalu.
+ Je mourais ce matin digne d'être pleurée ;
+ J'ai suivi tes conseils, je meurs déshonorée.
+
+\6%
+ Vous mourez? \\
+
+\2%
+ Juste ciel! qu'ai-je fait aujourd'hui?
+ Mon époux va paraître, et son fils avec lui.
+ Je verrai le témoin de ma flamme adultère
+ Observer de quel front j'ose aborder son père,
+ Le coeur gros de soupirs qu'il n'a point écoutés,
+ L'oeil humide de pleurs par l'ingrat rebutés.
+ Penses-tu que sensible à l'honneur de Thésée,
+ Il lui cache l'ardeur dont je suis embrasée?
+ Laissera-t-il trahir et son père et son roi?
+ Pourra-t-il contenir l'horreur qu'il a pour moi?
+ Il se tairait en vain. Je sais mes perfidies,
+ Oenone, et ne suis point de ces femmes hardies
+ Qui goûtant dans le crime une tranquille paix,
+ Ont su se faire un front qui ne rougit jamais.
+ Je connais mes fureurs, je les rappelle toutes.
+ Il me semble déjà que ces murs, que ces voûtes
+ Vont prendre la parole, et prêts à m'accuser,
+ Attendent mon époux pour le désabuser.
+ Mourons. De tant d'horreurs qu'un trépas me délivre.
+ Est-ce un malheur si grand que de cesser de vivre?
+ La mort aux malheureux ne cause point d'effroi.
+ Je ne crains que le nom que je laisse après moi.
+ Pour mes tristes enfants quel affreux héritage!
+ Le sang de Jupiter doit enfler leur courage ;
+ Mais quelque juste orgueil qu'inspire un sang si beau,
+ Le crime d'une mère est un pesant fardeau.
+ Je tremble qu'un discours, hélas! trop véritable,
+ Un jour ne leur reproche une mère coupable.
+ Je tremble qu'opprimés de ce poids odieux
+ L'un ni l'autre jamais n'ose lever les yeux.
+
+\6%
+ Il n'en faut point douter, je les plains l'un et l'autre ;
+ Jamais crainte ne fut plus juste que la vôtre.
+ Mais à de tels affronts pourquoi les exposer?
+ Pourquoi contre vous-même allez-vous déposer?
+ C'en est fait : on dira que Phèdre, trop coupable,
+ De son époux trahi fuit l'aspect redoutable.
+ Hippolyte est heureux qu'aux dépens de vos jours
+ Vous-même en expirant appuyez ses discours.
+ A votre accusateur que pourrai-je répondre?
+ Je serai devant lui trop facile à confondre.
+ De son triomphe affreux je le verrai jouir,
+ Et conter votre honte à qui voudra l'ouïr.
+ Ah! que plutôt du ciel la flamme me dévore!
+ Mais ne me trompez point, vous est-il cher encore?
+ De quel oeil voyez-vous ce prince audacieux?
+
+\2%
+ Je le vois comme un monstre effroyable à mes yeux.
+
+\6%
+ Pourquoi donc lui céder une victoire entière?
+ Vous le craignez. Osez l'accuser la première
+ Du crime dont il peut vous charger aujourd'hui.
+ Qui vous démentira? Tout parle contre lui :
+ Son épée en vos mains heureusement laissée,
+ Votre trouble présent, votre douleur passée,
+ Son père par vos cris dès longtemps prévenu,
+ Et déjà son exil par vous-même obtenu.
+
+\2%
+ Moi, que j'ose opprimer et noircir l'innocence!
+
+\6%
+ Mon zèle n'a besoin que de votre silence.
+ Tremblante comme vous, j'en sens quelque remords.
+ Vous me verriez plus prompte affronter mille morts.
+ Mais puisque je vous perds sans ce triste remède,
+ Votre vie est pour moi d'un prix à qui tout cède.
+ Je parlerai. Thésée, aigri par mes avis,
+ Bornera sa vengeance à l'exil de son fils.
+ Un père en punissant, Madame, est toujours père.
+ Un supplice léger suffit à sa colère.
+ Mais le sang innocent dût-il être versé,
+ Que ne demande point votre honneur menacé?
+ C'est un trésor trop cher pour oser le commettre.
+ Quelque loi qu'il vous dicte, il faut vous y soumettre,
+ Madame, et pour sauver votre honneur combattu,
+ Il faut immoler tout, et même la vertu.
+ On vient, je vois Thésée. \\
+
+\2%
+ Ah! je vois Hippolyte,
+ Dans ses yeux insolents, je vois ma perte écrite.
+ Fais ce que tu voudras, je m'abandonne à toi.
+ Dans le trouble où je suis, je ne peux rien pour moi
+
+
+
+\scene{\1, \3, \2,\\ \6, \5}
+
+\1%
+ La fortune à mes voeux cesse d'être opposée,
+ Madame, et dans vos bras met... \\
+
+\2%
+ Arrêtez, Thésée,
+ Et ne profanez point des transports si charmants.
+ Je ne mérite plus ces doux empressements.
+ Vous êtes offensé. La fortune jalouse
+ N'a pas en votre absence épargné votre épouse.
+ Indigne de vous plaire et de vous approcher,
+ Je ne dois désormais songer qu'à me cacher.
+
+
+
+\scene{\1, \3, \5}
+
+
+\1%
+ Quel est l'étrange accueil qu'on fait à votre père,
+ Mon fils? \\
+
+\3%
+ Phèdre peut seule expliquer ce mystère.
+ Mais si mes voeux ardents vous peuvent émouvoir,
+ Permettez-moi, Seigneur, de ne la plus revoir ;
+ Souffrez que pour jamais le tremblant Hippolyte
+ Disparaisse des lieux que votre épouse habite.
+
+\1%
+ Vous, mon fils, me quitter? \\
+
+\3%
+ Je ne la cherchais pas.
+ C'est vous qui sur ces bords conduisîtes ses pas.
+ Vous daignâtes, Seigneur, aux rives de Trézène
+ Confier en partant Aricie et la Reine :
+ Je fus même chargé du soin de les garder.
+ Mais quels soins désormais peuvent me retarder?
+ Assez dans les forêts mon oisive jeunesse
+ Sur de vils ennemis a montré son adresse.
+ Ne pourrai-je, en fuyant un indigne repos,
+ D'un sang plus glorieux teindre mes javelots?
+ Vous n'aviez pas encore atteint l'âge où je touche,
+ Déjà plus d'un tyran, plus d'un monstre farouche
+ Avait de votre bras senti la pesanteur ;
+ Déjà, de l'insolent heureux persécuteur,
+ Vous aviez des deux mers assuré les rivages,
+ Le libre voyageur ne craignait plus d'outrages,
+ Hercule, respirant sur le bruit de vos coups,
+ Déjà de son travail se reposait sur vous.
+ Et moi, fils inconnu d'un si glorieux père,
+ Je suis même encor loin des traces de ma mère.
+ Souffrez que mon courage ose enfin s'occuper.
+ Souffrez, si quelque monstre a pu vous échapper,
+ Que j'apporte à vos pieds sa dépouille honorable ;
+ Ou que d'un beau trépas la mémoire durable,
+ Eternisant des jours si noblement finis,
+ Prouve à tout l'univers que j'étais votre fils.
+
+\1%
+ Que vois-je? Quelle horreur dans ces lieux répandue
+ Fait fuir devant mes yeux ma famille éperdue?
+ Si je reviens si craint et si peu désiré,
+ O ciel! de ma prison pourquoi m'as-tu tiré?
+ Je n'avais qu'un ami. Son impudente flamme
+ Du tyran de l'Epire allait ravir la femme ;
+ Je servais à regret ses desseins amoureux ;
+ Mais le sort irrité nous aveuglait tous deux.
+ Le tyran m'a surpris sans défense et sans armes.
+ J'ai vu Pirithoüs, triste objet de mes larmes,
+ Livré par ce barbare à des monstres cruels
+ Qu'il nourrissait du sang des malheureux mortels.
+ Moi-même, il m'enferma dans des cavernes sombres,
+ Lieux profonds, et voisins de l'empire des ombres.
+ Les Dieux, après six mois, enfin m'ont regardé :
+ J'ai su tromper les yeux de qui j'étais gardé.
+ D'un perfide ennemi j'ai purgé la nature ;
+ A ses monstres lui-même a servi de pâture ;
+ Et lorsque avec transport je pense m'approcher
+ De tout ce que les Dieux m'ont laissé de plus cher ;
+ Que dis-je? Quand mon âme, à moi-même rendue,
+ Vient se rassasier d'une si chère vue,
+ Je n'ai pour tout accueil que des frémissements :
+ Tout fuit, tout se refuse à mes embrassements.
+ Et moi-même, éprouvant la terreur que j'inspire,
+ Je voudrais être encor dans les prisons d'Epire.
+ Parlez. Phèdre se plaint que je suis outragé.
+ Qui m'a trahi? Pourquoi ne suis-je pas vengé?
+ La Grèce, à qui mon bras fut tant de fois utile,
+ A-t-elle au criminel accordé quelque asile?
+ Vous ne répondez point. Mon fils, mon propre fils
+ Est-il d'intelligence avec mes ennemis?
+ Entrons. C'est trop garder un doute qui m'accable.
+ Connaissons à la fois le crime et le coupable.
+ Que Phèdre explique enfin le trouble où je la voi.
+
+
+
+\scene{\3, \5}
+
+
+\3%
+ Où tendait ce discours qui m'a glacé d'effroi?
+ Phèdre, toujours en proie à sa fureur extrême,
+ Veut-elle s'accuser et se perdre elle-même!
+ Dieux! que dira le Roi! Quel funeste poison
+ L'amour a répandu sur toute sa maison!
+ Moi-même, plein d'un feu que sa haine réprouve,
+ Quel il m'a vu jadis, et quel il me retrouve!
+ De noirs pressentiments viennent m'épouvanter.
+ Mais l'innocence enfin n'a rien à redouter.
+ Allons, cherchons ailleurs par quelle heureuse adresse
+ Je pourrai de mon père émouvoir la tendresse,
+ Et lui dire un amour qu'il peut vouloir troubler,
+ Mais que tout son pouvoir ne saurait ébranler.
+
+
+
+\Acte
+
+\scene{\1, \6}
+
+
+\1%
+ Ah! qu'est-ce que j'entends? Un traître, un téméraire
+ Préparait cet outrage à l'honneur de son père?
+ Avec quelle rigueur, Destin, tu me poursuis!
+ Je ne sais où je vais, je ne sais où je suis.
+ O tendresse! ô bonté trop mal récompensée!
+ Projet audacieux! détestable pensée!
+ Pour parvenir au but de ses noires amours,
+ L'insolent de la force empruntait le secours.
+ J'ai reconnu le fer, instrument de sa rage,
+ Ce fer dont je l'armai pour un plus noble usage.
+ Tous les liens du sang n'ont pu le retenir!
+ Et Phèdre différait à le faire punir!
+ Le silence de Phèdre épargnait le coupable!
+
+\6%
+ Phèdre épargnait plutôt un père déplorable.
+ Honteuse du dessein d'un amant furieux
+ Et du feu criminel qu'il a pris dans ses yeux,
+ Phèdre mourait, Seigneur, et sa main meurtrière
+ Eteignait de ses yeux l'innocente lumière.
+ J'ai vu lever le bras, j'ai couru la sauver.
+ Moi seule à votre amour j'ai su la conserver ;
+ Et, plaignant à la fois son trouble et vos alarmes,
+ J'ai servi malgré moi d'interprète à ses larmes.
+
+\1%
+ Le perfide! Il n'a pu s'empêcher de pâlir.
+ De crainte, en m'abordant, je l'ai vu tressaillir.
+ Je me suis étonné de son peu d'allégresse,
+ Ses froids embrassements ont glacé ma tendresse.
+ Mais ce coupable amour dont il est dévoré
+ Dans Athènes déjà s'était-il déclaré?
+
+\6%
+ Seigneur, souvenez-vous des plaintes de la Reine.
+ Un amour criminel causa toute sa haine.
+
+\1%
+ Et ce feu dans Trézène a donc recommencé?
+
+\6%
+ Je vous ai dit, Seigneur, tout ce qui s'est passé.
+ C'est trop laisser la Reine à sa douleur mortelle ;
+ Souffrez que je vous quitte et me range auprès d'elle.
+
+
+
+\scene{\1, \3}
+
+
+\1%
+ Ah! le voici. Grands Dieux! à ce noble maintien
+ Quel oeil ne serait pas trompé comme le mien?
+ Faut-il que sur le front d'un profane adultère
+ Brille de la vertu le sacré caractère?
+ Et ne devrait-on pas à des signes certains
+ Reconnaître le coeur des perfides humains?
+
+\3%
+ Puis-je vous demander quel funeste nuage,
+ Seigneur, a pu troubler votre auguste visage?
+ N'osez-vous confier ce secret à ma foi?
+
+\1%
+ Perfide, oses-tu bien te montrer devant moi?
+ Monstre, qu'a trop longtemps épargné le tonnerre,
+ Reste impur des brigands dont j'ai purgé la terre!
+ Après que le transport d'un amour plein d'horreur
+ Jusqu'au lit de ton père a porté sa fureur,
+ Tu m'oses présenter une tête ennemie,
+ Tu parais dans des lieux pleins de ton infamie,
+ Et ne vas pas chercher, sous un ciel inconnu,
+ Des pays où mon nom ne soit pas parvenu.
+ Fuis, traître. Ne viens point braver ici ma haine,
+ Et tenter un courroux que je retiens à peine.
+ C'est bien assez pour moi de l'opprobre éternel
+ D'avoir pu mettre au jour un fils si criminel,
+ Sans que ta mort encor, honteuse à ma mémoire,
+ De mes nobles travaux vienne souiller la gloire ;.
+ Fuis, et si tu ne veux qu'un chatiment soudain
+ T'ajoute aux scélérats qu'a punis cette main,
+ Prends garde que jamais l'astre qui nous éclaire
+ Ne te voie en ces lieux mettre un pied téméraire.
+ Fuis, dis-je, et sans retour précipitant tes pas,
+ Se ton horrible aspect purge tous mes états.
+ Et toi, Neptune, et toi, si jadis mon courage
+ D'infâmes assassins nettoya ton rivage,
+ Souviens-toi que pour prix de mes efforts heureux,
+ Tu promis d'exercer le premier de mes voeux.
+ Dans les longues rigueurs d'une prison cruelle
+ Je n'ai point imploré ta puissance immortelle.
+ Avare du secours que j'attends de tes soins,
+ Mes voeux t'ont réservé pour de plus grands besoins.
+ Je t'implore aujourd'hui. Venge un malheureux père.
+ J'abandonne ce traître à toute ta colère.
+ Etouffe dans son sang ses désirs effrontés.
+ Thésée à tes fureurs connaîtra tes bontés.
+
+\3%
+ D'un amour criminel Phèdre accuse Hippolyte!
+ Un tel excès d'horreur rend mon âme interdite ;
+ Tant de coups imprévus m'accablent à la fois
+ Qu'ils m'ôtent la parole et m'étouffent la voix.
+
+\1%
+ Traître, tu prétendais qu'en un lâche silence
+ Phèdre ensevelirait ta brutale insolence.
+ Il fallait, en fuyant, ne pas abandonner
+ Le fer qui dans ses mains aide à te condamner ;
+ Ou plutôt il fallait, comblant ta perfidie,
+ Lui ravir tout d'un coup la parole et la vie.
+
+\3%
+ D'un mensonge si noir justement irrité,
+ Je devrais faire ici parler la vérité,
+ Seigneur. Mais je supprime un secret qui vous touche.
+ Approuvez le respect qui me ferme la bouche ;
+ Et sans vouloir vous-même augmenter vos ennuis,
+ Examinez ma vie, et songez qui je suis.
+ Quelques crimes toujours précèdent les grands crimes.
+ Quiconque a pu franchir les bornes légitimes
+ Peut violer enfin les droits les plus sacrés ;
+ Ainsi que la vertu, le crime a ses degrés,
+ Et jamais on n'a vu la timide innocence
+ Passer subitement à l'extrême licence.
+ Un jour seul ne fait point d'un mortel vertueux
+ Un perfide assassin, un lâche incestueux.
+ Elevé dans le sein d'une chaste héroïne,
+ Je n'ai point de son sang démenti l'origine.
+ Pitthée, estimé sage entre tous les humains,
+ Daigna m'instruire encore au sortir de ses mains.
+ Je ne veux point me peindre avec trop d'avantage ;
+ Mais si quelque vertu m'est tombée en partage,
+ Seigneur, je crois surtout avoir fait éclater
+ La haine des forfaits qu'on ose m'imputer.
+ C'est par là qu'Hippolyte est connu dans la Grèce.
+ J'ai poussé la vertu jusques à la rudesse.
+ On sait de mes chagrins l'inflexible rigueur.
+ Le jour n'est pas plus pur que le fond de mon coeur.
+ Et l'on veut qu'Hippolyte, épris d'un feu profane...
+
+\1%
+ Oui, c'est ce même orgueil, lâche, qui te condamne.
+ je vois de tes froideurs le principe odieux.
+ Phèdre seule charmait tes impudiques yeux.
+ Et pour tout autre objet ton âme indifférente
+ Dédaignait de brûler d'une flamme innocente.
+
+\3%
+ Non, mon père, ce coeur (c'est trop vous le celer)
+ N'a point d'un chaste amour dédaigné de brûler.
+ Je confesse à vos pieds ma véritable offense :
+ J'aime, j'aime, il est vrai, malgré votre défense.
+ Aricie à ses lois tient mes voeux asservis ;
+ La fille de Pallante a vaincu votre fils.
+ Je l'adore, et mon âme, à vos ordres rebelle,
+ Ne peut ni soupirer ni brûler que pour elle.
+
+\1%
+ Tu l'aimes? Ciel! Mais non, l'artifice est grossier.
+ Tu te feins criminel pour te justifier.
+
+\3%
+ Seigneur, depuis six mois, je l'évite, et je l'aime.
+ Je venais en tremblant vous le dire à vous-même.
+ Hé quoi! de votre erreur rien ne vous peut tirer?
+ Par quel affreux serment faut-il vous rassurer?
+ Que la terre, le ciel, que toute la nature...
+
+\1%
+ Toujours les scélérats ont recours au parjure.
+ Cesse, cesse, et m'épargne un importun discours,
+ Si ta fausse vertu n'a point d'autre recours.
+
+\3%
+ Elle vous paraît fausse et pleine d'artifice.
+ Phèdre au fond de son coeur me rend plus de justice.
+
+\1%
+ Ah! que ton impudence excite mon courroux!
+
+\3%
+ Quel temps à mon exil, quel lieu prescrivez-vous?
+
+\1%
+ Fusses-tu par-delà les colonnes d'Alcide,
+ Je me croirais encor trop voisin d'un perfide.
+
+\3%
+ Chargé du crime affreux dont vous me soupçonnez,
+ Quels amis me plaindront, quand vous m'abandonnez?
+
+\1%
+ Va chercher des amis dont l'estime funeste
+ Honore l'adultère, applaudisse à l'inceste ;
+ Des traîtres, des ingrats sans honneur et sans loi,
+ Dignes de protéger un méchant tel que toi.
+
+\3%
+ Vous me parlez toujours d'inceste et d'adultère!
+ Je me tais. Cependant Phèdre sort d'une mère,
+ Phèdre est d'un sang, Seigneur, vous le savez trop bien,
+ De toutes ces horreurs plus rempli que le mien.
+
+\1%
+ Quoi! ta rage à mes yeux perd toute retenue?
+ Pour la dernière fois, ôte-toi de ma vue.
+ Sors, traître. N'attends pas qu'un père furieux
+ Te fasse avec opprobre arracher de ces lieux.
+
+
+
+\scene{\1}
+
+
+\1%
+ Misérable, tu cours à ta perte infaillible.
+ Neptune, par le fleuve aux Dieux mêmes terrible,
+ M'a donné sa parole, et va l'exécuter.
+ Un Dieu vengeur te suit, tu ne peux l'éviter.
+ Je t'aimais ; et je sens que malgré ton offense,
+ Mes entrailles pour toi se troublent par avance.
+ Mais à te condamner tu m'as trop engagé.
+ Jamais père en effet fut-il plus outragé?
+ Justes Dieux, qui voyez la douleur qui m'accable,
+ Ai-je pu mettre au jour un enfant si coupable?
+
+
+
+\scene{\2, \1}
+
+
+\2%
+ Seigneur, je viens à vous, pleine d'un juste effroi.
+ Votre voix redoutable a passé jusqu'à moi.
+ Je crains qu'un prompt effet n'ai suivi la menace.
+ S'il en est temps encore, épargnez votre race,
+ Respectez votre sang, j'ose vous en prier.
+ Sauvez-moi de l'horreur de l'entendre crier ;
+ Ne me préparez point la douleur éternelle
+ De l'avoir fait répandre à la main paternelle.
+
+\1%
+ Non, Madame, en mon sang ma main n'a point trempé ;
+ Mais l'ingrat toutefois ne m'est point échappé.
+ Une immortelle main de sa perte est chargée.
+ Neptune me la doit, et vous serez vengée.
+
+\2%
+ Neptune vous la doit! Quoi? vos voeux irrités...
+
+\1%
+ Quoi! craignez-vous déjà qu'ils ne soient écoutés?
+ Joignez-vous bien plutôt à mes voeux légitimes.
+ Dans toute leur noirceur retracez-moi ses crimes ;
+ Echauffez mes transports trop lents, trop retenus.
+ Tous ses crimes encor ne vous sont pas connus ;
+ Sa fureur contre vous se répand en injures ;
+ Votre bouche, dit-il, est pleine d'impostures ;
+ Il soutient qu'Aricie a son coeur, a sa foi,
+ Qu'il aime. \\
+
+\2%
+ Quoi, Seigneur! \\
+
+\1%
+ Il l'a dit devant moi.
+ Mais je sais rejeter un frivole artifice.
+ Espérons de Neptune une prompte justice.
+ Je vais moi-même encore, au pied de ses autels,
+ Le presser d'accomplir ses serments immortels.
+
+
+
+\scene{\2}
+
+
+\2%
+ Il sort. Quelle nouvelle a frappé mon oreille?
+ Quel feu mal étouffé dans mon coeur se réveille?
+ Quel coup de foudre, ô ciel! et quel funeste avis!
+ Je volais toute entière au secours de son fils ;
+ Et m'arrachant des bras d'\OE{}none épouvantée,
+ Je cédais au remords dont j'étais tourmentée.
+ Qui sait même où m'allait porter ce repentir?
+ Peut-être à m'accuser j'aurais pu consentir ;
+ Peut-être, si la voix ne m'eût été coupée,
+ L'affreuse vérité me serait échappée.
+ Hippolyte est sensible, et ne sent rien pour moi!
+ Aricie a son coeur! Aricie a sa foi
+ Ah, dieux! Lorsqu'à mes voeux l'ingrat inexorable
+ S'armait d'un oeil si fier, d'un front si redoutable,
+ Je pensais qu'à l'amour son coeur toujours fermé
+ Fût contre tout mon sexe également armé.
+ Une autre cependant a fléchi son audace ;
+ Devant ses yeux cruels une autre a trouvé grâce.
+ Peut-être a-t-il un coeur facile à s'attendrir.
+ Je suis le seul objet qu'il ne saurait souffrir ;
+ Et je me chargerais du soin de le défendre?
+
+
+
+\scene{\2, \6}
+
+
+\2%
+ Chère \OE{}none, sais-tu ce que je viens d'apprendre?
+
+\6%
+ Non ; mais je viens tremblante, à ne vous point mentir.
+ J'ai pâli du dessein qui vous a fait sortir ;
+ J'ai craint une fureur à vous-même fatale.
+
+\2%
+ \OE{}none, qui l'eût cru? j'avais une rivale.
+
+\6%
+ Comment? \\
+
+\2%
+ Hippolyte aime, et je n'en puis douter.
+ Ce farouche ennemi qu'on ne pouvait dompter,
+ Qu'offensait le respect, qu'importunait la plainte,
+ Ce tigre, que jamais je n'abordai sans crainte,
+ Soumis, apprivoisé, reconnaît un vainqueur :
+ Aricie a trouvé le chemin de son coeur.
+
+\6%
+ Aricie? \\
+
+\2%
+ Ah! douleur non encore éprouvée!
+ A quel nouveau tourment je me suis réservée!
+ Tout ce que j'ai souffert, mes craintes, mes transports,
+ La fureur de mes yeux, l'horreur de mes remords,
+ Et d'un refus cruel l'insupportable injure
+ N'était qu'un faible essai du tourment que j'endure.
+ Ils s'aiment! Par quel charme ont-ils trompé mes yeux?
+ Comment se sont-ils vus? Depuis quand? Dans quels lieux?
+ Tu le savais. Pourquoi me laissais-tu séduire?
+ De leur furtive ardeur ne pouvais-tu m'instruire?
+ Les a-t-on vus souvent se parler, se chercher?
+ Dans le fond des forêts allaient-ils se cacher?
+ Hélas! ils se voyaient avec pleine licence.
+ Le ciel de leurs soupirs approuvait l'innocence ;
+ Ils suivaient sans remords leur penchant amoureux ;
+ Tous les jours se levaient clairs et sereins pour eux.
+ Et moi, triste rebut de la nature entière,
+ Je me cachais au jour, je fuyais la lumière.
+ La mort est le seul Dieu que j'osais implorer.
+ J'attendais le moment où j'allais expirer ;
+ Me nourrissant de fiel, de larmes abreuvée,
+ Encor dans mon malheur de trop près observée,
+ Je n'osais dans mes pleurs me noyer à loisir ;
+ Je goûtais en tremblant ce funeste plaisir,
+ Et sous un front serein déguisant mes alarmes,
+ Il fallait bien souvent me priver de mes larmes.
+
+\6%
+ Quel fruit recevront-ils de leurs vaines amours?
+ Ils ne se verront plus. \\
+
+\2%
+ Ils s'aimeront toujours.
+ Au moment que je parle, ah! mortelle pensée!
+ Ils bravent la fureur d'une amante insensée.
+ Malgré ce même exil qui va les écarter,
+ Ils font mille serments de ne se point quitter.
+ Non, je ne puis souffrir un bonheur qui m'outrage,
+ \OE{}none. Prends pitié de ma jalouse rage.
+ Il faut perdre Aricie. Il faut de mon époux
+ Contre un sang odieux réveiller les courroux.
+ Qu'il ne se borne pas à des peines légères :
+ Le crime de la soeur passe celui des frères.
+ Dans mes jaloux transports je le veux implorer.
+ Que fais-je? Où ma raison va-t-elle s'égarer?
+ Moi jalouse! Et Thésée est celui que j'implore!
+ Mon époux est vivant, et moi je brûle encore!
+ Pour qui? Quel est le coeur où prétendent mes voeux?
+ Chaque mot sur mon front fait dresser mes cheveux.
+ Mes crimes désormais ont comblé la mesure.
+ Je respire à la fois l'inceste et l'imposture.
+ Mes homicides mains, promptes à me venger,
+ Dans le sang innocent brûlent de se plonger.
+ Misérable! et je vis? et je soutiens la vue
+ De ce sacré Soleil dont je suis descendue?
+ J'ai pour aïeul le père et le maître des Dieux ;
+ Le ciel, tout l'univers est plein de mes aïeux.
+ Où me cacher? Fuyons dans la nuit infernale.
+ Mais que dis-je? Mon père y tient l'urne fatale ;
+ Le Sort, dit-on, l'a mise en ses sévères mains :
+ Minos juge aux enfers tous les pâles humains.
+ Ah! combien frémira son ombre épouvantée,
+ Lorsqu'il verra sa fille à ses yeux présentée,
+ Contrainte d'avouer tant de forfaits divers,
+ Et des crimes peut-être inconnus aux enfers!
+ Que diras-tu, mon père, à ce spectacle horrible?
+ Je crois voir de ta main tomber l'urne terrible,
+ Je crois te voir, cherchant un supplice nouveau,
+ Toi-même de ton sang devenir le bourreau.
+ Pardonne. Un Dieu cruel a perdu ta famille :
+ Reconnais sa vengeance aux fureurs de ta fille.
+ Hélas! du crime affreux dont la honte me suit
+ Jamais mon triste coeur n'a recueilli le fruit.
+ Jusqu'au dernier soupir, de malheurs poursuivie,
+ Je rends dans les tourments une pénible vie.
+
+\6%
+ Hé! repoussez, Madame, une injuste terreur.
+ Regardez d'un autre oeil une excusable erreur.
+ Vous aimez. On ne peut vaincre sa destinée.
+ Par un charme fatal vous fûtes entraînée.
+ Est-ce donc un prodige inouï parmi nous?
+ L'amour n'a-t-il encor triomphé que de vous?
+ La faiblesse aux humains n'est que trop naturelle.
+ Mortelle, subissez le sort d'une mortelle.
+ Vous vous plaignez d'un joug imposé dès longtemps :
+ Les Dieux même, les Dieux, de l'Olympe habitants,
+ Qui d'un bruit si terrible épouvantent les crimes,
+ Ont brûlé quelquefois de feux illégitimes.
+
+\2%
+ Qu'entends-je! Quels conseils ose-t-on me donner?
+ Ainsi donc jusqu'au bout tu veux m'empoisonner.
+ Malheureuse! Voilà comme tu m'as perdue.
+ Au jour que je fuyais c'est toi qui m'as rendue.
+ Tes prières m'ont fait oublier mon devoir.
+ J'évitais Hippolyte, et tu me l'as fait voir.
+ De quoi te chargeais-tu? Pourquoi ta bouche impie
+ A-t-elle, en l'accusant, osé noircir sa vie?
+ Il en mourra peut-être, et d'un père insensé
+ Le sacrilège voeu peut-être est exaucé.
+ Je ne t'écoute plus. Va-t-en, monstre exécrable,
+ Va, laisse-moi le soin de mon sort déplorable.
+ Puisse le juste ciel dignement te payer ;
+ Et puisse ton supplice à jamais effrayer
+ Tous ceux qui, comme toi, par de lâches adresses,
+ Des princes malheureux nourrissent les faiblesses,
+ Les poussent au penchant où leur coeur est enclin,
+ Et leur osent du crime aplanir le chemin ;
+ Détestables flatteurs, présent le plus funeste
+ Que puisse faire aux rois la colère céleste!
+
+\6, \[seule\]%
+ Ah, Dieux! pour la servir j'ai tout fait, tout quitté ;
+ Et j'en reçois ce prix? Je l'ai bien mérité.
+
+
+
+\Acte
+
+\vacua
+
+\scene{\3, \4}
+
+\4%
+ Quoi! vous pouvez vous taire en ce péril extrême?
+ Vous laissez dans l'erreur un père qui vous aime?
+ Cruel, si de mes pleurs méprisant le pouvoir,
+ Vous consentez sans peine à ne plus me revoir,
+ Partez, séparez-vous de la triste Aricie.
+ Mais du moins en partant assurez votre vie.
+ Défendez votre honneur d'un reproche honteux,
+ Et forcez votre père à révoquer ses voeux.
+ Il en est temps encor. Pourquoi, par quel caprice,
+ Laissez-vous le champ libre à votre accusatrice?
+ Eclaircissez Thésée. \\
+\3%
+ Hé! que n'ai-je point dit?
+ Ai-je dû mettre au jour l'opprobre de son lit?
+ Devais-je, en lui faisant un récit trop sincère,
+ D'une indigne rougeur couvrir le front d'un père?
+ Vous seule avez percé ce mystère odieux.
+ Mon coeur pour s'épancher n'a que vous et les Dieux.
+ Je n'ai pu vous cacher, jugez si je vous aime,
+ Tout ce que je voulais me cacher à moi-même.
+ Mais songez sous quel sceau je vous l'ai révélé.
+ Oubliez, s'il se peut, que je vous ai parlé,
+ Madame. Et que jamais une bouche si pure
+ Ne s'ouvre pour conter cette horrible aventure.
+ Sur l'équité des Dieux osons nous confier :
+ Ils ont trop d'intérêt à me justifier ;
+ Et Phèdre, tôt ou tard de son crime punie,
+ N'en saurait éviter la juste ignominie.
+ C'est l'unique respect que j'exige de vous.
+ Je permets tout le reste à mon libre courroux.
+ Sortez de l'esclavage où vous êtes réduite.
+ Osez me suivre. Osez accompagner ma fuite.
+ Arrachez-vous d'un lieu funeste et profané,
+ Où la vertu respire un air empoisonné ;
+ Profitez, pour cacher votre prompte retraite,
+ De la confusion que ma disgrâce y jette.
+ Je vous puis de la fuite assurer les moyens ;
+ Vous n'avez jusqu'ici de gardes que les miens ;
+ De puissants défenseurs prendront notre querelle ;
+ Argos nous tend les bras, et Sparte nous appelle.
+ A nos amis communs portons nos justes cris ;
+ Ne souffrons pas que Phèdre, assemblant nos débris,
+ Du trône paternel nous chasse l'un et l'autre,
+ Et promette à son fils ma dépouille et la vôtre.
+ L'occasion est belle, il la faut embrasser.
+ Quelle peur vous retient? Vous semblez balancer?
+ Votre seul intérêt m'inspire cette audace.
+ Quand je suis tout de feu, d'où vous vient cette glace?
+ Sur les pas d'un banni craignez-vous de marcher?
+
+\4%
+ Hélas! qu'un tel exil, Seigneur, me serait cher!
+ Dans quels ravissements, à votre sort liée,
+ Du reste des mortels je vivrais oubliée!
+ Mais n'étant point liés par un lien si doux,
+ Me puis avec honneur dérober avec vous?
+ Je sais que sans blesser l'honneur le plus sévère,
+ Je me puis affranchir des mains de votre père :
+ Ce n'est point m'arracher du sein de mes parents,
+ Et la fuite est permise à qui fuit ses tyrans.
+ Mais vous m'aimez, Seigneur ; et ma gloire ; alarmée...
+\3%
+ Non, non, j'ai trop de soin de votre renommée.
+ Un plus noble dessein m'amène devant vous :
+ Fuyez vos ennemis, et suivez votre époux.
+ Libres dans nos malheurs, puisque le ciel l'ordonne,
+ Le don de notre foi ne dépend de personne.
+ L'hymen n'est point toujours entouré de flambeaux.
+ Aux portes de Trézène, et parmi ces tombeaux,
+ Des princes de ma race antiques sépultures,
+ Est un temple sacré formidable aux parjures.
+ C'est là que les mortels n'osent jurer en vain :
+ Le perfide y reçoit un châtiment soudain ;
+ Et craignant d'y trouver la mort inévitable,
+ Le mensonge n'a point de frein plus redoutable.
+ Là, si vous m'en croyez, d'un amour éternel
+ Nous irons confirmer le serment solennel.
+ Nous prendrons à témoin le Dieu qu'on y révère ;
+ Nous le prierons tous deux de nous servir de père.
+ Des Dieux les plus sacrés j'attesterai le nom.
+ Et la chaste Diane, et l'auguste Junon,
+ Et tous les dieux enfin, témoins de mes tendresses,
+ Garantiront la foi de mes saintes promesses.
+
+\4%
+ Le Roi vient. Fuyez, Prince, et partez promptement.
+ Pour cacher mon départ je demeure un moment.
+ Allez, et laissez-moi quelque fidèle guide,
+ Qui conduise vers vous ma démarche timide.
+
+
+
+\scene{\1, \4, \7}
+
+
+\1%
+ Dieux, éclairez mon trouble, et daignez à mes yeux
+ Montrer la vérité, que je cherche en ces lieux.
+
+\4%
+ Songe à tout, chère Ismène, et sois prête à la fuite.
+
+
+
+\scene{\1, \4}
+
+
+\1%
+ Vous changez de couleur, et semblez interdite.
+ Madame! que faisait Hippolyte en ce lieu?
+
+\4%
+ Seigneur, il me disait un éternel adieu.
+
+\1%
+ Vos yeux ont su dompter ce rebelle courage ;
+ Et ses premiers soupirs sont votre heureux ouvrage.
+
+\4%
+ Seigneur, je ne vous puis nier la vérité ;
+ De votre injuste haine il n'a pas hérité ;
+ Il ne me traitait point comme une criminelle.
+
+\1%
+ J'entends, il vous jurait une amour éternelle.
+ Ne vous assurez point sur ce coeur inconstant ;
+ Car à d'autres que vous il en jurait autant.
+
+\4%
+ Lui, Seigneur? \\
+
+\1%
+ Vous deviez le rendre moins volage ;
+ Comment souffriez-vous cet horrible partage?
+
+\4%
+ Et comment souffrez-vous que d'horribles discours
+ D'une si belle vie osent noircir le cours?
+ Avez-vous de son coeur si peu de connaissance?
+ Discernez-vous si mal le crime et l'innocence?
+ Faut-il qu'à vos yeux seuls un nuage odieux
+ Dérobe sa vertu qui brille à tous les yeux?
+ Ah! c'est trop le livrer à des langues perfides.
+ Cessez. Repentez-vous de vos voeux homicides ;
+ Craignez, Seigneur, craignez que le ciel rigoureux
+ Ne vous haïsse assez pour exercer vos voeux.
+ Souvent dans sa colère il reçoit nos victimes ;
+ Ses présents sont souvent la peine de nos crimes.
+
+\1%
+ Non, vous voulez en vain couvrir son attentat.
+ Votre amour vous aveugle en faveur de l'ingrat.
+ Mais j'en crois des témoins certains, irréprochables :
+ J'ai vu, j'ai vu couler des larmes véritables.
+
+\4%
+ Prenez garde, Seigneur. Vos invincibles mains
+ Ont de monstres sans nombre affranchi les humains ;
+ Mais tout n'est pas détruit, et vous en laissez vivre
+ Un... Votre fils, Seigneur, me défend de poursuivre.
+ Instruite du respect qu'il veut vous conserver,
+ Je l'affligerais trop si j'osais achever.
+ J'imite sa pudeur, et fuis votre présence
+ Pour n'être pas forcée de rompre le silence.
+
+
+
+\scene{\1}
+
+
+\1%
+ Quelle est donc sa pensée? et que cache un discours
+ Commencé tant de fois, interrompu toujours?
+ Veulent-ils m'éblouir par une feinte vaine?
+ Sont-ils d'accord pour me mettre à la gêne ;?
+ Mais moi-même, malgré ma sévère rigueur,
+ Quelle plaintive voix crie au fond de mon coeur?
+ Une pitié secrète et m'afflige et m'étonne.
+ Une seconde fois interrogeons \OE{}none.
+ Je veux de tout le crime être mieux éclairci.
+ Gardes! qu'\OE{}none sorte, et vienne seule ici.
+
+
+
+\scene{\1, \8}
+
+
+\8%
+ J'ignore le projet que la reine médite,
+ Seigneur. Mais je crains tout du transport qui l'agite.
+ Un mortel désespoir sur son visage est peint ;
+ La pâleur de la mort est déjà sur son teint.
+ Déjà, de sa présence avec honte chassée,
+ Dans la profonde mer Oenone s'est lancée.
+ On ne sait point d'où part ce dessein furieux ;
+ Et les flots pour jamais l'ont ravie à nos yeux.
+
+\1%
+ Qu'entends-je? \\
+
+\8%
+ Son trépas n'a point calmé la reine :
+ Le trouble semble croître en son âme incertaine.
+ Quelquefois, pour flatter ses secrètes douleurs,
+ Elle prend ses enfants et les baigne de pleurs ;
+ Et soudain, renonçant à l'amour maternelle,
+ Sa main avec horreur les repousse loin d'elle.
+ Elle porte au hasard ses pas irrésolus ;
+ Son oeil tout égaré ne nous reconnaît plus.
+ Elle a trois fois écrit, et changeant de pensée,
+ Trois fois elle a rompu sa lettre commencée.
+ Daignez la voir, Seigneur, daignez la secourir.
+
+\1%
+ O ciel! Oenone est morte, et Phèdre veut mourir?
+ Qu'on rappelle mon fils, qu'il vienne se défendre,
+ Qu'il vienne me parler, je suis prêt de l'entendre.
+ Ne précipite point tes funestes bienfaits,
+ Neptune ; j'aime mieux n'être exaucé jamais.
+ J'ai peut-être trop cru des témoins peu fidèles ;
+ Et j'ai trop tôt vers toi levé mes mains cruelles.
+ Ah! de quel désespoir mes voeux seraient suivis!
+
+
+
+\scene{\1, \5}
+
+
+\1%
+ Théramène, est-ce toi? Qu'as-tu fait de mon fils?
+ Je te l'ai confié dès l'âge le plus tendre.
+ Mais d'où naissent les pleurs que je te vois répandre?
+ Que fait mon fils? \\
+
+\5%
+ O soins tardifs et superflus!
+ Inutile tendresse! Hippolyte n'est plus.
+
+\1%
+ Dieux! \\
+
+\5%
+ J'ai vu des mortels périr le plus aimable,
+ Et j'ose dire encor, Seigneur, le moins coupable.
+
+\1%
+ Mon fils n'est plus? Hé quoi! quand je lui tends les bras,
+ Les Dieux impatients ont hâté son trépas?
+ Quel coup me l'a ravi? Quelle foudre soudaine?
+
+\5%
+ A peine nous sortions des portes de Trézène,
+ Il était sur son char. Ses gardes affligés
+ Imitaient son silence, autour de lui rangés ;
+ Il suivait tout pensif le chemin de Mycènes ;
+ Sa main sur ses chevaux laissait flotter les rênes.
+ Ses superbes coursiers, qu'on voyait autrefois
+ Pleins d'une ardeur si noble obéir à sa voix,
+ L'oeil morne maintenant et la tête baissée,
+ Semblaient se conformer à sa triste pensée.
+ Un effroyable cri, sorti du fond des flots,
+ Des airs en ce moment a troublé le repos ;
+ Et du sein de la terre une voix formidable
+ Répond en gémissant à ce cri redoutable.
+ Jusqu'au fond de nos coeurs notre sang s'est glacé ;
+ Des coursiers attentifs le crin s'est hérissé.
+ Cependant sur le dos de la plaine liquide
+ S'élève à gros bouillons une montagne humide ;
+ L'onde approche, se brise, et vomit à nos yeux,
+ Parmi des flots d'écume, un monstre furieux.
+ Son front large est armé de cornes menaçantes,
+ Tout son corps est couvert d'écailles jaunissantes,
+ Indomptable taureau, dragon impétueux,
+ Sa croupe se recourbe en replis tortueux.
+ Ses longs mugissements font trembler le rivage.
+ Le ciel avec horreur voit ce monstre sauvage,
+ La terre s'en émeut, l'air en est infecté,
+ Le flot qui l'apporta recule épouvanté.
+ Tout fuit, et sans s'armer d'un courage inutile,
+ Dans le temple voisin chacun cherche un asile.
+ Hippolyte lui seul, digne fils d'un héros,
+ Arrête ses coursiers, saisit ses javelots,
+ Pousse au monstre, et d'un dard lancé d'une main sûre,
+ Il lui fait dans le flanc une large blessure.
+ De rage et de douleur le monstre bondissant
+ Vient aux pieds des chevaux tomber en mugissant,
+ Se roule, et leur présente une gueule enflammée,
+ Qui les couvre de feu, de sang et de fumée.
+ La fureur les emporte, et sourds à cette fois,
+ Ils ne connaissent plus ni le frein ni la voix.
+ En efforts impuissants leur maître se consume,
+ Ils rougissent le mors d'une sanglante écume.
+ On dit qu'on a vu même, en ce désordre affreux,
+ Un dieu qui d'aiguillons pressait leur flanc poudreux.
+ A travers des rochers la peur les précipite.
+ L'essieu crie et se rompt. L'intrépide Hippolyte
+ Voit voler en éclats tout son char fracassé.
+ Dans les rênes lui-même il tombe embarrassé.
+ Excusez ma douleur. Cette image cruelle
+ Sera pour moi de pleurs une source éternelle.
+ J'ai vu, Seigneur, j'ai vu votre malheureux fils
+ Traîné par les chevaux que sa main a nourris.
+ Il veut les rappeler, et sa voix les effraie ;
+ Ils courent. Tout son corps n'est bientôt qu'une plaie.
+ De nos cris douloureux la plaine retentit.
+ Leur fougue impétueuse enfin se ralentit.
+ Ils s'arrêtent non loin de ces tombeaux antiques
+ Où des Rois nos aïeux sont les froides reliques.
+ J'y cours en soupirant, et sa garde me suit.
+ De son généreux sang la trace nous conduit.
+ Les rochers en sont teints ; les ronces dégouttantes
+ Portent de ses cheveux les dépouilles sanglantes.
+ J'arrive, je l'appelle, et me tendant la main,
+ Il ouvre un oeil mourant qu'il referme soudain.
+ Le ciel, dit-il, m'arrache une innocente vie.
+ Prends soin après ma mort de ma chère Aricie.
+ Cher ami, si mon père un jour désabusé
+ Plaint le malheur d'un fils faussement accusé,
+ Pour apaiser mon sang et mon ombre plaintive,
+ Dis-lui qu'avec douceur il traite sa captive,
+ Qu'il lui rende... A ce mot ce héros expiré
+ N'a laissé dans mes bras qu'un corps défiguré,
+ Triste objet, où des Dieux triomphe la colère,
+ Et que méconnaîtrait l'oeil même de son père.
+
+\1%
+ O mon fils! cher espoir que je me suis ravi!
+ Inexorables Dieux, qui m'avez trop servi!
+ A quels mortels regrets ma vie est réservée!
+
+\5%
+ La timide Aricie est alors arrivée.
+ Elle venait, Seigneur, fuyant votre courroux,
+ A la face des Dieux l'accepter pour époux.
+ Elle approche. Elle voit l'herbe rouge et fumante.
+ Elle voit (quel objet pour les yeux d'une amante!)
+ Hippolyte étendu, sans forme et sans couleur.
+ Elle veut quelque temps douter de son malheur,
+ Et ne connaissant plus ce héros qu'elle adore,
+ Elle voit Hippolyte et le demande encore.
+ Mais trop sûre à la fin qu'il est devant ses yeux,
+ Par un triste regard elle accuse les Dieux,
+ Et froide, gémissante, et presque inanimée,
+ Aux pieds de son amant elle tombe pâmée.
+ Ismène est auprès d'elle ; Ismène, tout en pleurs,
+ La rappelle à la vie, ou plutôt aux douleurs.
+ Et moi, je suis venu, détestant la lumière,
+ Vous dire d'un héros la volonté dernière,
+ Et m'acquitter, Seigneur, du malheureux emploi
+ Dont son coeur expirant s'est reposé sur moi.
+ Mais j'aperçois venir sa mortelle ennemie.
+
+
+
+\scene{\1, \2, \5,\\ \8, \textsc{gardes}}
+
+
+\1%
+ Hé bien! vous triomphez, et mon fils est sans vie.
+ Ah! que j'ai lieu de craindre! et qu'un cruel soupçon,
+ L'excusant dans mon coeur, m'alarme avec raison!
+ Mais, Madame, il est mort, prenez votre victime :
+ Jouissez de sa perte, injuste ou légitime.
+ Je consens que mes yeux soient toujours abusés.
+ Je le crois criminel puisque vous l'accusez.
+ Son trépas à mes pleurs offre assez de matières,
+ Sans que j'aille chercher d'odieuses lumières,
+ Qui ne pouvant le rendre à ma juste douleur,
+ Peut-être ne feraient qu'accroître mon malheur.
+ Laissez-moi, loin de vous et loin de ce rivage,
+ De mon fils déchiré fuir la sanglante image.
+ Confus, persécuté d'un mortel souvenir,
+ De l'univers entier je voudrais me bannir.
+ Tout semble s'élever contre mon injustice.
+ L'éclat de mon nom même augmente mon supplice.
+ Moins connu des mortels, je me cacherais mieux.
+ Je hais jusques au soin dont m'honorent les Dieux ;
+ Et je m'en vais pleurer leurs faveurs meurtrières,
+ Sans plus les fatiguer d'inutiles prières.
+ Quoi qu'ils fissent pour moi, leur funeste bonté
+ Ne me saurait payer de ce qu'ils m'ont ôté.
+
+\2%
+ Non, Thésée, il faut rompre un injuste silence ;
+ Il faut à votre fils rendre son innocence.
+ Il n'était point coupable. \\
+
+\1%
+ Ah! père infortuné!
+ Et c'est sur votre foi que je l'ai condamné!
+ Cruelle, pensez-vous être assez excusée...
+
+\2%
+ Les moments me sont chers, écoutez-moi, Thésée.
+ C'est moi qui sur ce fils chaste et respectueux
+ Osai jeter un oeil profane, incestueux.
+ Le ciel mit dans mon sein une flamme funeste ;
+ La détestable \OE{}none a conduit tout le reste.
+ Elle a craint qu'Hippolyte, instruit de ma fureur,
+ Ne découvrît un feu qui lui faisait horreur.
+ La perfide, abusant de ma faiblesse extrême,
+ S'est hâtée à vos yeux de l'accuser lui-même.
+ Elle s'en est punie, et fuyant mon courroux,
+ A cherché dans les flots un supplice trop doux.
+ Le fer aurait déjà tranché ma destinée ;
+ Mais je laissais gémir la vertu soupçonnée.
+ J'ai voulu, devant vous exposant mes remords,
+ Par un chemin plus lent descendre chez les morts.
+ J'ai pris, j'ai fait couler dans mes brûlantes veines
+ Un poison que Médée apporta dans Athènes.
+ Déjà jusqu'à mon coeur le venin parvenu
+ Dans ce coeur expirant jette un froid inconnu ;
+ Déjà je ne vois plus qu'à travers un nuage
+ Et le ciel, et l'époux que ma présence outrage ;
+ Et la mort, à mes yeux dérobant la clarté,
+ Rend au jour, qu'ils souillaient, toute sa pureté.
+
+\8%
+ Elle expire, Seigneur. \\
+
+\1%
+ D'une action si noire
+ Que ne peut avec elle expirer la mémoire!
+ Allons, de mon erreur, hélas, trop éclaircis,
+ Mêler nos pleurs au sang de mon malheureux fils.
+ Allons de ce cher fils embrasser ce qui reste,
+ Expier la fureur d'un voeu que je déteste.
+ Rendons-lui les honneurs qu'il a trop mérités ;
+ Et pour mieux apaiser ses mânes irrités,
+ Que malgré les complots d'une injuste famille,
+ Son amante aujourd'hui me tienne lieu de fille.
+
+
+\endVersus
+\endDrama
+\end{document}
+
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+\documentclass[11pt]{book}
+\usepackage[ibycus]{babel}[2005/05/21 v3.8g]
+\usepackage[pagestyles,outermarks,clearempty]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6]
+\usepackage{titletoc}[2005/01/22 v1.5]
+\usepackage[repeat]{TEXNIKA}
+\usepackage{drama}
+\usepackage{poetry}
+\usepackage{example}
+
+\textwidth 4.1in
+\setlength {\textheight}{\textheight - 4\leading}
+
+\parindent 1em
+\parskip 0pt
+\hfuzz 0.5pt
+
+% For compatibility with newer versions of the Ibycus
+% interface with Babel
+
+\ifx \undefined \ibylatintext
+ \let \ibylatintext = \latintext
+\fi
+
+% Note the use of \firstlinetitlemarks: a section may start
+% on the first line of a page.
+
+\newpagestyle {MainMatterPage} {
+ \sethead [\firstlinetitlemarks \ibylatintext\RelSize{-1}%
+ \llap {\textbf{\sectiontitle}\kern .66em}]
+ [\LetterSpace{PLATWNOS}]
+ []
+ {}
+ {\LetterSpace{\chaptertitle}}
+ {\firstlinetitlemarks \ibylatintext\RelSize{-1}
+ \rlap {\kern .66em\textbf {\sectiontitle}}}
+ \Capita {chapter}{section}
+}
+
+\newcommand {\linenumberfont} {\ibylatintext\RelSize{-2}}
+
+% The Stephanus page number
+
+\Novus \numerus \Npag
+\Facies {\ibylatintext \RelSize{-2}\textbf{\oldstylenums{#1}}}
+\Locus {\rightmargin + .66em \\ \leftmargin - .66em}
+\Modus {\milestone \aligned{left} \\ \aligned{right}}
+\Progressio {0} % this is a milestone
+
+% The Stephanus section number
+
+\Novus \numerus \Npar
+\Facies {\ibylatintext \RelSize{-1}\textbf{\letter {#1}}}
+\Locus {\rightmargin + .66em \\ \leftmargin - .66em}
+\Modus {\milestone \aligned{left} \\ \aligned{right}}
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+\Caput {\section
+ \headline {\protect\oldstylenums{\theNpag}\,\letter{\theNpar}}}
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+
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+\Locus {\rightmargin + .66em \\ \leftmargin - .66em}
+\Modus {\milestone \aligned{left} \\ \aligned{right}}
+\Progressio {5}
+
+% The commands setting the milestones
+
+\newcommand {\Spag} {\Npag*{=+1}\Npar{1}\numerus{1}}
+\newcommand {\Spar} {\Npar*{=+1}\numerus{1}}
+
+% To see the point in the text at which a Stephanus section start,
+% replace the previous line by:
+
+%\newcommand {\Spar} {\Npar*{=+1}\ParMark\numerus{1}}
+
+%\Novus \textus \ParMark
+%\Facies {\vrule height 2ex depth 1ex width .33pt\kern -.33pt}
+%\Modus {\milestone}
+
+% To show "commissurae" (in fact, there are none) uncomment this line
+
+% \Facies \commissura {\ibylatintext\llap{\textparagraph\kern 1em}}
+
+\Facies \personae {#1.\hskip .75em\\#1}
+\Forma {\parindent 1em}
+\Forma \( {\centred}
+
+% The full volume/page reference to be printed ad the start of a
+% dialogue
+
+\Novus \textus \stephanus
+\Locus {\rightmargin + .66em \\ \leftmargin - .66em}
+\Facies {\ibylatintext \RelSize{-1}\bfseries #1}
+\Modus {\aligned{bottom} \rangedleft{1in}\\
+ \aligned{bottom, right} \rangedright{1in}}
+
+% The command to print the reference
+
+\newcommand {\Stephanus} [2]{%
+\stephanus{St. \ROMANnumeral{#1}\\p. #2}\leavevmode\Npag{#2}%
+}
+
+% The title of the dialogue
+
+\Novus \titulus \Titulus
+\Facies {\thispagestyle{empty}\RelSize{2}#1}
+\SpatiumSupra {1\leading}
+\SpatiumInfra {2\leading plus .5\leading minus .25\leading}
+\Caput {\chapter \headline}
+
+
+\begin{document}
+
+\ExampleTitle [l]{Platonis}{Clitopho\\[.75ex]Hipparchus}
+ {Opera\\[.5ex] Oxford Classical Texts}
+
+\pagestyle {MainMatterPage}
+
+\newpage
+\Titulus {KLEITOFWN }
+\drama
+
+\persona* [1]{SW \\ SWKRATHS}
+\persona* [2]{KLEI \\ KLEITOFWN}
+
+\prosa
+\numerus{1}
+\Stephanus{3}{406} \(\1 \quad \2\)
+\spatium {1\leading plus .25\leading minus .125\leading}
+% [406a]
+%
+\1 \Spar Kleitofw=nta to`n )Aristwnu'mou tis h(mi=n dihgei=to e)'nagxos, o('ti
+Lusi'a| dialego'menos ta`s me`n meta` Swkra'tous diatriba`s ye'goi, th`n
+Qrasuma'xou de` sunousi'an u(perepainoi=.
+%
+\2 ('Ostis, w)= Sw'krates, ou)k o)rqw=s a)pemnhmo'neue' soi tou`s e)moi`
+peri` sou= genome'nous lo'gous pro`s Lusi'an: ta` me`n ga`r e)'gwge ou)k
+e)ph'|noun se, ta` de` kai` e)ph'|noun. e)pei` de` dh=los ei)= memfo'menos
+me'n moi, prospoiou'menos de` mhde`n fronti'zein, h('dist' a)'n soi
+diece'lqoimi au)tou`s au)to's, e)peidh` kai` mo'nw tugxa'nomen o)'nte,
+i('na h(=tto'n me h(gh=| pro`s se` fau'lws e)'xein. nu=n ga`r i)'sws ou)k
+o)rqw=s a)kh'koas, w('ste fai'nh| pro`s e)me` e)'xein traxute'rws tou=
+de'ontos: ei) de' moi di'dws parrhsi'an, h('dista a)`n decai'mhn kai`
+e)qe'lw le'gein.
+%
+% [407a]
+%
+\1 \Spag )All' ai)sxro`n mh`n sou= ge w)felei=n me proqumoume'nou mh` u(pome'nein:
+dh=lon ga`r w(s gnou`s o('ph| xei'rwn ei)mi` kai` belti'wn, ta` me`n
+a)skh'sw kai` diw'comai, ta` de` feu'comai kata` kra'tos.
+\2 )Akou'ois a)'n. e)gw` ga'r, w)= Sw'krates, soi` suggigno'menos polla'kis
+e)ceplhtto'mhn a)kou'wn, kai' moi e)do'keis para` tou`s a)'llous
+a)nqrw'pous ka'llista le'gein, o(po'te e)pitimw=n toi=s a)nqrw'pois,
+w('sper e)pi` mhxanh=s tragikh=s qeo's, u('mneis
+%
+% [407b]
+%
+ le'gwn: \Spar``poi= fe'resqe, w)'nqrwpoi; kai` a)gnoei=te ou)de`n tw=n
+deo'ntwn pra'ttontes, oi('tines xrhma'twn me`n pe'ri th`n pa=san spoudh`n
+e)'xete o('pws u(mi=n e)'stai, tw=n d' u(e'wn oi(=s tau=ta paradw'sete
+o('pws e)pisth'sontai xrh=sqai dikai'ws tou'tois, ou)'te didaska'lous
+au)toi=s eu(ri'skete th=s dikaiosu'nhs, ei)'per maqhto'n---ei) de`
+melethto'n te kai` a)skhto'n, oi('tines e)caskh'sousin kai`
+e)kmeleth'sousin i(kanw=s---ou)de' g' e)'ti pro'teron u(ma=s au)tou`s
+ou('tws e)qerapeu'sate. a)ll' o(rw=ntes gra'mmata
+%
+% [407c]
+%
+ kai`\Spar{} mousikh`n kai` gumnastikh`n u(ma=s te au)tou`s kai` tou`s
+pai=das u(mw=n i(kanw=s memaqhko'tas---a(` dh` paidei'an a)reth=s ei)=nai
+tele'an h(gei=sqe---ka)'peita ou)de`n h(=tton kakou`s gignome'nous peri`
+ta` xrh'mata, pw=s ou) katafronei=te th=s nu=n paideu'sews ou)de` zhtei=te
+oi('tines u(ma=s pau'sousi tau'ths th=s a)mousi'as; kai'toi dia' ge
+tau'thn th`n plhmme'leian kai` r(a|qumi'an, a)ll' ou) dia` th`n e)n tw=|
+podi` pro`s th`n lu'ran a)metri'an, kai` a)delfo`s a)delfw=| kai` po'leis
+po'lesin a)me'trws kai`
+%
+\Spar % [407d]
+%
+a)narmo'stws prosfero'menai stasia'zousi kai` polemou=ntes ta`
+e)'sxata drw=sin kai` pa'sxousin. u(mei=s de' fate ou) di' a)paideusi'an
+ou)de` di' a)'gnoian a)ll' e(ko'ntas tou`s a)di'kous a)di'kous ei)=nai,
+pa'lin d' au)= tolma=te le'gein w(s ai)sxro`n kai` qeomise`s h( a)diki'a:
+pw=s ou)=n dh' tis to' ge toiou=ton kako`n e(kw`n ai(roi=t' a)'n; ('Httwn
+o(`s a)`n h)=|, fate', tw=n h(donw=n. ou)kou=n kai` tou=to a)kou'sion,
+ei)'per to` nika=n e(kou'sion; w('ste e)k panto`s tro'pou to' ge a)dikei=n
+a)kou'sion o( lo'gos ai(rei=, kai` dei=n e)pime'leian th=s
+%
+\Spar
+% [407e]
+%
+nu=n plei'w poiei=sqai pa'nt' a)'ndra i)di'a| q' a('ma kai`
+dhmosi'a| sumpa'sas ta`s po'leis.''
+tau=t' ou)=n, w)= Sw'krates, e)gw` o('tan a)kou'w sou= qama` le'gontos,
+kai` ma'la a)'gamai kai` qaumastw=s w(s e)painw=. kai` o(po'tan au)= fh=|s
+to` e)fech=s tou'tw|, tou`s a)skou=ntas me`n ta` sw'mata, th=s de` yuxh=s
+h)melhko'tas e('tero'n ti pra'ttein toiou=ton, tou= me`n a)'rcontos
+a)melei=n, peri` de` to` a)rco'menon e)spoudake'nai. kai` o('tan le'gh|s
+w(s o('tw| tis mh` e)pi'statai xrh=sqai, krei=tton e)a=n th`n tou'tou
+xrh=sin: ei) dh' tis mh` e)pi'statai o)fqalmoi=s xrh=sqai mhde` w)si`n
+mhde` su'mpanti tw=| sw'mati, tou'tw| mh'te a)kou'ein mh'q' o(ra=n mh't'
+a)'llhn xrei'an mhdemi'an xrh=sqai tw=| sw'mati krei=tton h)` o(ph|ou=n
+xrh=sqai.
+%\commissura
+%
+\Spag
+% [408a]
+kai` dh` kai` peri` te'xnhn w(sau'tws: o('stis ga`r dh` mh`
+e)pi'statai th=| e(autou= lu'ra| xrh=sqai, dh=lon w(s ou)de` th=| tou=
+gei'tonos, ou)de` o('stis mh` th=| tw=n a)'llwn, ou)de` th=| e(autou=,
+ou)d' a)'llw| tw=n o)rga'nwn ou)de` kthma'twn ou)deni'. kai` teleuta=| dh`
+kalw=s o( lo'gos ou(=to's soi, w(s o('stis yuxh=| mh` e)pi'statai
+xrh=sqai, tou'tw| to` a)'gein h(suxi'an th=| yuxh=| kai` mh` zh=n
+krei=tton h)` zh=n pra'ttonti kaq' au(to'n: ei) de' tis a)na'gkh zh=n
+ei)'h, dou'lw| a)'meinon
+%
+\Spar
+% [408b]
+%
+h)` e)leuqe'rw| dia'gein tw=| toiou'tw| to`n bi'on e)sti`n a)'ra,
+kaqa'per ploi'ou parado'nti ta` phda'lia th=s dianoi'as a)'llw|, tw=|
+maqo'nti th`n tw=n a)nqrw'pwn kubernhtikh'n, h(`n dh` su` politikh'n, w)=
+Sw'krates, e)ponoma'zeis polla'kis, th`n au)th`n dh` tau'thn dikastikh'n
+te kai` dikaiosu'nhn w(s e)'stin le'gwn. tou'tois dh` toi=s lo'gois kai`
+e(te'rois toiou'tois pampo'llois kai` pagka'lws legome'nois, w(s didakto`n
+a)reth` kai` pa'ntwn e(autou= dei= ma'lista
+%
+\Spar
+% [408c]
+%
+e)pimelei=sqai, sxedo`n ou)'t' a)ntei=pon pw'pote ou)'t' oi)=mai
+mh'pote u('steron a)ntei'pw, protreptikwta'tous te h(gou=mai kai`
+w)felimwta'tous, kai` a)texnw=s w('sper kaqeu'dontas e)pegei'rein h(ma=s.
+prosei=xon dh` to`n nou=n to` meta` tau=ta w(s a)kouso'menos, e)panerwtw=n
+ou)'ti se` to` prw=ton, w)= Sw'krates, a)lla` tw=n h(likiwtw=n te kai`
+sunepiqumhtw=n h)` e(tai'rwn sw=n, h)` o('pws dei= pro`s se` peri` au)tw=n
+to` toiou=ton o)noma'zein. tou'twn ga`r tou`s ti` ma'lista ei)=nai
+docazome'nous u(po` sou= prw'tous e)panhrw'twn, punqano'menos ti's o(
+meta` tau=t' ei)'h lo'gos, kai`
+\Spar
+% [408d]
+kata` se` tro'pon tina` u(potei'nwn au)toi=s, ``w)= be'ltistoi,''
+e)'fhn, ``u(mei=s, pw=s pote nu=n a)podexo'meqa th`n Swkra'tous
+protroph`n h(mw=n e)p' a)reth'n; w(s o)'ntos mo'nou tou'tou, e)pecelqei=n
+de` ou)k e)'ni tw=| pra'gmati kai` labei=n au)to` tele'ws, a)ll' h(mi=n
+Para` pa'nta dh` to`n bi'on e)'rgon tou=t' e)'stai, tou`s mh'pw
+protetramme'nous protre'pein, kai` e)kei'nous au)= e(te'rous; h)` dei=
+to`n Swkra'th kai` a)llh'lous h(ma=s to` meta` tou=t' e)panerwta=n, \Spar
+% [408e]
+o(mologh'santas tou=t' au)to` a)nqrw'pw| prakte'on ei)=nai, ti'
+tou)nteu=qen; pw=s a)'rxesqai dei=n famen dikaiosu'nhs pe'ri maqh'sews;
+w('sper a)`n ei)' tis h(ma=s prou'trepen tou= sw'matos e)pime'leian
+poiei=sqai, mhde`n pronoou=ntas o(rw=n kaqa'per pai=das w(s e)'stin tis
+gumnastikh` kai` i)atrikh', ka)'peita w)nei'dizen, le'gwn w(s ai)sxro`n
+purw=n me`n kai` kriqw=n kai` a)mpe'lwn e)pime'leian pa=san poiei=sqai,
+kai` o('sa tou= sw'matos e('neka diaponou'meqa' te kai` ktw'meqa, tou'tou
+d' au)tou= mhdemi'an te'xnhn mhde` mhxanh'n, o('pws w(s be'ltiston e)'stai
+to` sw=ma, e)ceuri'skein, kai` tau=ta ou)=san. ei) d' e)panhro'meqa to`n
+tau=q'
+%\commissura
+\Spag
+% [409a]
+h(ma=s protre'ponta: le'geis de` ei)=nai ti'nas tau'tas ta`s
+te'xnas; ei)=pen a)`n i)'sws o('ti gumnastikh` kai` i)atrikh'. kai` nu=n
+dh` ti'na fame`n ei)=nai th`n e)pi` th=| th=s yuxh=s a)reth=| te'xnhn;
+lege'sqw.'' o( dh` dokw=n au)tw=n e)rrwmene'statos ei)=nai pro`s tau=ta
+a)pokrino'menos ei)=pe'n moi tau'thn th`n te'xnhn ei)=nai h('nper
+a)kou'eis su` le'gontos, e)'fh, Swkra'tous, ou)k a)'llhn h)`
+dikaiosu'nhn. ei)po'ntos d' e)mou= ``mh' moi to` o)'noma mo'non ei)'ph|s,
+a)lla` w(=de.
+\Spar
+% [409b]
+i)atrikh' pou' tis le'getai te'xnh: tau'ths d' e)sti`n ditta` ta`
+a)potelou'mena, to` me`n i)atrou`s a)ei` pro`s toi=s ou)=sin e(te'rous
+e)cerga'zesqai, to` de` u(gi'eian: e)'stin de` tou'twn qa'teron ou)ke'ti
+te'xnh, th=s te'xnhs de` th=s didaskou'shs te kai` didaskome'nhs e)'rgon,
+o(` dh` le'gomen u(gi'eian. kai` tektonikh=s de` kata` tau)ta` oi)ki'a te
+kai` tektonikh` to` me`n e)'rgon, to` de` di'dagma. th=s dh` dikaiosu'nhs
+w(sau'tws to` me`n dikai'ous e)'stw poiei=n, kaqa'per e)kei= tou`s
+texni'tas e(ka'stous: to` d' e('teron, o(` du'natai poiei=n
+\Spar
+% [409c]
+h(mi=n e)'rgon o( di'kaios, ti' tou=to' famen; ei)pe'.'' ou(=tos
+me'n, w(s oi)=mai, to` sumfe'ron a)pekri'nato, a)'llos de` to` de'on,
+e('teros de` to` w)fe'limon, o( de` to` lusitelou=n. e)panh'|ein dh` e)gw`
+le'gwn o('ti ``ka)kei= ta' ge o)no'mata tau=t' e)sti`n e)n e(ka'sth| tw=n
+texnw=n, o)rqw=s pra'ttein, lusitelou=nta, w)fe'lima kai` ta)=lla ta`
+toiau=ta: a)lla` pro`s o('ti tau=ta pa'nta tei'nei, e)rei= to` i)'dion
+e(ka'sth h( te'xnh, oi(=on h( tektonikh` to` eu)=, to` kalw=s, to`
+deo'ntws, w('ste
+\Spar
+% [409d]
+ta` cu'lina, fh'sei, skeu'h gi'gnesqai, a(` dh` ou)k e)'stin
+te'xnh. lege'sqw dh` kai` to` th=s dikaiosu'nhs w(sau'tws.'' teleutw=n
+a)pekri'nato' tis w)= Sw'krate's moi tw=n sw=n e(tai'rwn, o(`s dh`
+komyo'tata e)'docen ei)pei=n, o('ti tou=t' ei)'h to` th=s dikaiosu'nhs
+i)'dion e)'rgon, o(` tw=n a)'llwn ou)demia=s, fili'an e)n tai=s po'lesin
+poiei=n. ou(=tos d' au)= e)rwtw'menos th`n fili'an a)gaqo'n t' e)'fh
+ei)=nai kai` ou)de'pote kako'n, ta`s de` tw=n pai'dwn fili'as kai` ta`s
+tw=n qhri'wn, a(`s h(mei=s tou=to tou)'noma e)ponoma'zomen, ou)k
+a)pede'xeto ei)=nai fili'as e)panerwtw'menos: sune'baine ga`r au)tw=|
+\Spar
+% [409e]
+ta` plei'w ta`s toiau'tas blabera`s h)` a)gaqa`s ei)=nai. feu'gwn
+dh` to` toiou=ton ou)de` fili'as e)'fh ta`s toiau'tas ei)=nai, yeudw=s de`
+o)noma'zein au)ta`s tou`s ou('tws o)noma'zontas: th`n de` o)'ntws kai`
+a)lhqw=s fili'an ei)=nai safe'stata o(mo'noian. th`n de` o(mo'noian
+e)rwtw'menos ei) o(modoci'an ei)=nai le'goi h)` e)pisth'mhn, th`n me`n
+o(modoci'an h)ti'mazen: h)nagka'zonto ga`r pollai` kai` blaberai`
+gi'gnesqai o(modoci'ai a)nqrw'pwn, th`n de` fili'an a)gaqo`n w(mologh'kei
+pa'ntws ei)=nai kai` dikaiosu'nhs e)'rgon, w('ste tau)to`n e)'fhsen
+ei)=nai o(mo'noian [kai`] e)pisth'mhn ou)=san, a)ll' ou) do'can. o('te dh`
+e)ntau=qa h)=men tou= lo'gou a)porou=ntes,
+%\commissura
+\Spag
+% [410a]
+oi( paro'ntes i(kanoi` h)=san e)piplh'ttein te au)tw=| kai` le'gein
+o('ti peridedra'mhken ei)s tau)to`n o( lo'gos toi=s prw'tois, kai`
+e)'legon o('ti ``kai` h( i)atrikh` o(mo'noia' ti's e)sti kai` a('pasai
+ai( te'xnai, kai` peri` o('tou ei)si`n e)'xousi le'gein: th`n de` u(po`
+sou= legome'nhn dikaiosu'nhn h)` o(mo'noian, o('poi tei'nousa' e)stin,
+diape'feugen, kai` a)'dhlon au)th=s o('ti pot' e)'stin to` e)'rgon.''
+Tau=ta, w)= Sw'krates, e)gw` teleutw=n kai` se` au)to`n h)rw'twn, kai`
+ei)=pe's moi dikaiosu'nhs ei)=nai tou`s me`n e)xqrou`s bla'ptein,
+\Spar
+% [410b]
+tou`s de` fi'lous eu)= poiei=n. u('steron de` e)fa'nh bla'ptein ge
+ou)de'pote o( di'kaios ou)de'na: pa'nta ga`r e)p' w)feli'a| pa'ntas dra=n.
+tau=ta de` ou)x a('pac ou)de` di`s a)lla` polu`n dh` u(pomei'nas xro'non
+[kai`] liparw=n a)pei'rhka, nomi'sas se to` me`n protre'pein ei)s a)reth=s
+e)pime'leian ka'llist' a)nqrw'pwn dra=n, duoi=n de` qa'teron, h)`
+tosou=ton mo'non du'nasqai, makro'teron de` ou)de'n, o(` ge'noit' a)`n
+kai` peri` a)'llhn h(ntinaou=n te'xnhn, oi(=on mh` o)'nta kubernh'thn
+katameleth=sai to`n e)'painon
+\Spar
+% [410c]
+peri` au)th=s, w(s pollou= toi=s a)nqrw'pois a)ci'a, kai` peri`
+tw=n a)'llwn texnw=n w(sau'tws: tau)to`n dh` kai` soi' tis e)pene'gkoi
+ta'x' a)`n peri` dikaiosu'nhs, w(s ou) ma=llon o)'nti dikaiosu'nhs
+e)pisth'moni, dio'ti kalw=s au)th`n e)gkwmia'zeis. ou) mh`n to' ge e)mo`n
+ou('tws e)'xei: duoi=n de` qa'teron, h)` ou)k ei)de'nai se h)` ou)k
+e)qe'lein au)th=s e)moi` koinwnei=n. dia` tau=ta dh` kai` pro`s
+Qrasu'maxon oi)=mai poreu'somai kai` a)'llose o('poi du'namai, a)porw=n:
+e)pei` ei)' g' e)qe'leis su` tou'twn me`n h)'dh pau'sasqai
+\Spar
+% [410d]
+pro`s e)me` tw=n lo'gwn tw=n protreptikw=n, oi(=on de', ei) peri`
+gumnastikh=s protetramme'nos h)= tou= sw'matos dei=n mh` a)melei=n, to`
+e)fech=s a)`n tw=| protreptikw=| lo'gw| e)'leges oi(=on to` sw=ma' mou
+fu'sei o)`n oi('as qerapei'as dei=tai, kai` nu=n dh` tau)to`n gigne'sqw.
+qe`s to`n Kleitofw=nta o(mologou=nta w(s e)'stin katage'laston tw=n me`n
+a)'llwn e)pime'leian poiei=sqai, yuxh=s de',
+\Spar
+% [410e]
+h(=s e('neka ta)=lla diaponou'meqa, tau'ths h)melhke'nai: kai`
+ta)=lla pa'nta oi)'ou me nu=n ou('tws ei)rhke'nai ta` tou'tois e(ch=s, a(`
+kai` nundh` dih=lqon. kai' sou deo'menos le'gw mhdamw=s a)'llws poiei=n,
+i('na mh', kaqa'per nu=n, ta` me`n e)painw= se pro`s Lusi'an kai` pro`s
+tou`s a)'llous, ta` de' ti kai` ye'gw. mh` me`n ga`r protetramme'nw| se
+a)nqrw'pw|, w)= Sw'krates, a)'cion ei)=nai tou= panto`s fh'sw,
+protetramme'nw| de` sxedo`n kai` e)mpo'dion tou= pro`s te'los a)reth=s
+e)lqo'nta eu)dai'mona gene'sqai.
+
+\newpage
+
+\Titulus {IPPARXOS \quad \MakeLowercase{h)'} \quad FILOKERDHS%
+ \headline {IPPARXOS}}
+
+
+\persona* [2]{ET \\ ETAIROS}
+
+
+\Npar{0}\numerus{1}
+\Stephanus{2}{225} \(\1 \quad \2\)
+
+\spatium* {1\leading plus .25\leading minus .125\leading}
+%
+%
+\1 \Spar Ti' ga`r to` filokerde's; ti' pote' e)stin, kai` ti'nes oi( filokerdei=s;
+
+\2 )Emoi` me`n dokou=sin oi(` a)`n kerdai'nein a)ciw=sin a)po` tw=n mhdeno`s
+a)ci'wn.
+
+\1 Po'teron ou)=n soi dokou=sin gignw'skontes o('ti ou)deno's e)stin a)'cia, h)`
+a)gnoou=ntes; ei) ga`r a)gnoou=ntes, a)noh'tous le'geis tou`s filokerdei=s.
+
+
+\2 )All' ou)k a)noh'tous le'gw, a)lla` panou'rgous kai` \Spar %[225b]
+ponhrou's kai` h('ttous tou= ke'rdous, gignw'skontas o('ti ou)deno`s
+a)'cia' e)stin a)f' w(=n tolmw=si kerdai'nein, o('mws tolma=n filokerdei=n di'
+a)naisxunti'an.
+
+\1 )=Ar' ou)=n toio'nde le'geis to`n filokerdh=, oi(=on e)a`n futeu'wn gewrgo`s
+a)nh`r kai` gignw'skwn o('ti ou)deno`s a)'cion to` futo'n, a)cioi= a)po`
+tou'tou e)ktrafe'ntos kerdai'nein; a)=ra toiou=ton au)to`n le'geis;
+
+\2 )Apo` panto`s o(' ge filokerdh's, w)= Sw'krates, oi)'etai dei=n kerdai'nein.
+
+\1 Mh' moi ou('tws ei)kh=|, w('sper ti h)dikhme'nos u(po' tinos,
+\Spar % [225c]
+ a)lla` prose'xwn e)moi` to`n nou=n a)po'krinai, w('sper a)`n ei) e)c
+a)rxh=s pa'lin h)rw'twn: ou)xi` o(mologei=s to`n filokerdh= e)pisth'mona
+ei)=nai peri` th=s a)ci'as tou'tou o('qen kerdai'nein a)cioi=;
+
+\2 )'Egwge.
+
+\1 Ti's ou)=n e)pisth'mwn peri` futw=n th=s a)ci'as, e)n o(poi'a| a)'cia
+futeuqh=nai kai` w('ra| kai` xw'ra|; i('na ti kai` h(mei=s tw=n sofw=n
+r(hma'twn e)mba'lwmen, w(=n oi( decioi` peri` ta`s di'kas kalliepou=ntai.
+
+% [225d]
+\2 \Spar )Egw` me`n oi)=mai gewrgo'n.
+
+\1 To` ou)=n a)ciou=n kerdai'nein a)'llo ti le'geis h)` oi)'esqai dei=n
+kerdai'nein;
+
+\2 Tou=to le'gw.
+
+\1 Mh` toi'nun me e)pixei'rei e)capata=n, a)'ndra presbu'teron
+\Spag % [226a]
+h)'dh ou('tw ne'os w)'n, a)pokrino'menos w('sper nundh` a(` ou)d'
+au)to`s oi)'ei, a)ll' w(s a)lhqw=s ei)pe': a)=r' e)'stin o('ntina oi)'ei
+%gewrgiko`n a)'ndra gigno'menon, kai` gignw'skonta o('ti ou)deno`s a)'cion
+%futeu'ei to` futo'n, oi)'esqai a)po` tou'tou kerdai'nein;
+
+\2 Ma` Di'' ou)k e)'gwge.
+
+\1 Ti' de'; i(ppiko`n a)'ndra gignw'skonta o('ti ou)deno`s a)'cia siti'a tw=|
+i('ppw| pare'xei, a)gnoei=n au)to`n oi)'ei o('ti to`n i('ppon diafqei'rei;
+
+\2 Ou)k e)'gwge.
+% [226b]
+\1 \Spar Ou)k a)'ra oi)'etai' ge a)po` tou'twn kerdai'nein tw=n siti'wn tw=n mhdeno`s
+a)ci'wn.
+
+\2 Ou)xi'.
+
+\1 Ti' de'; kubernh'thn mhdeno`s a)'cia i(sti'a kai` phda'lia th=| nhi`
+pareskeuasme'non a)gnoei=n oi)'ei o('ti zhmiwqh'setai kai` kinduneu'sei kai`
+au)to`s a)pole'sqai kai` th`n nau=n a)pole'sai kai` a(` a)`n a)'gh| pa'nta;
+
+\2 Ou)k e)'gwge.
+
+\1 Ou)k a)'ra oi)'etai' ge kerdai'nein a)po` tw=n skeuw=n tw=n \Spar % [226c]
+mhdeno`s a)ci'wn.
+
+\2 Ou) ga'r.
+
+\1 )Alla` strathgo`s gignw'skwn o('ti h( stratia` au)tw=| ou)deno`s a)'cia
+o('pla e)'xei, oi)'etai a)po` tou'twn kerdai'nein kai` a)cioi= kerdai'nein;
+
+\2 Ou)damw=s.
+
+\1 )All' au)lhth`s au)lou`s ou)deno`s a)ci'ous e)'xwn h)` kiqaristh`s lu'ran h)`
+toco'ths to'con h)` a)'llos o(stisou=n sullh'bdhn tw=n dhmiourgw=n h)` tw=n
+a)'llwn tw=n e)mfro'nwn a)ndrw=n mhdeno`s a)'cia o)'rgana h)` a)'llhn
+paraskeuh`n h(ntinaou=n e)'xwn a)po` tou'twn oi)'etai kerdai'nein;
+% [226d]
+\2 \Spar Ou)'koun fai'netai' ge.
+
+\1 Ti'nas ou)=n pote le'geis tou`s filokerdei=s; ou) ga'r pou tou'tous ge ou(`s
+dielhlu'qamen, <a)ll'> oi('tines gignw'skontes ta` ou)deno`s a)'cia a)po`
+tou'twn oi)'ontai dei=n kerdai'nein: a)ll' ou('tw me'n, w)= qauma'sie, w(s su`
+le'geis, ou)k e)'st' a)nqrw'pwn ou)dei`s filokerdh's.
+
+\2 )All' e)gw', w)= Sw'krates, bou'lomai le'gein tou'tous filokerdei=s ei)=nai,
+oi(` e(ka'stote u(po` a)plhsti'as kai` pa'nu
+\Spar % [226e]
+smikra` kai` o)li'gou a)'cia kai` ou)deno`s gli'xontai u(perfuw=s kai`
+filokerdou=sin.
+
+\1 Ou) dh'pou, w)= be'ltiste, gignw'skontes o('ti ou)deno`s a)'cia' e)stin:
+tou=to me`n ga`r h)'dh h(ma=s au)tou`s tw=| lo'gw| e)chle'gcamen o('ti
+a)du'naton.
+
+\2 )'Emoige dokei=.
+
+\1 Ou)kou=n ei) mh` gignw'skontes, dh=lon o('ti a)gnoou=ntes, oi)o'menoi de` ta`
+ou)deno`s a)'cia pollou= a)'cia ei)=nai.
+
+\2 Fai'netai.
+
+\1 )'Allo ti ou)=n oi(' ge filokerdei=s filou=si to` ke'rdos;
+
+\2 Nai'.
+
+\1 Ke'rdos de` le'geis e)nanti'on th=| zhmi'a|;
+
+% [227a]
+\2 \Spag )'Egwge.
+
+\1 )'Estin ou)=n o('tw| a)gaqo'n e)sti zhmiou=sqai;
+
+\2 Ou)deni'.
+
+\1 )Alla` kako'n;
+
+\2 Nai'.
+
+\1 Bla'ptontai u(po` th=s zhmi'as a)'ra a)'nqrwpoi.
+
+\2 Bla'ptontai.
+
+\1 Kako`n a)'ra h( zhmi'a.
+
+\2 Nai'.
+
+\1 )Enanti'on de` th=| zhmi'a| to` ke'rdos.
+
+\2 )Enanti'on.
+
+\1 )Agaqo`n a)'ra to` ke'rdos.
+
+\2 Nai'.
+% [227b]
+\1 \Spar Tou`s ou)=n to` a)gaqo`n filou=ntas filokerdei=s kalei=s.
+
+\2 )'Eoiken.
+
+\1 Ou) manikou's ge, w)= e(tai=re, le'geis tou`s filokerdei=s. a)lla` su`
+au)to`s po'teron filei=s o(` a)`n a)gaqo`n h)=|, h)` ou) filei=s;
+
+\2 )'Egwge.
+
+\1 )'Esti de' ti a)gaqo'n, o(` ou) filei=s, a)lla` kako'n;
+
+\2 Ma` Di'' ou)k e)'gwge.
+
+\1 )Alla` pa'nta ta` a)gaqa` i)'sws filei=s.
+
+\2 Nai'.
+
+\1 )Erou= dh` kai` e)me` ei) ou) kai` e)gw': o(mologh'sw ga`r kai`
+\Spar % [227c]
+e)gw' soi filei=n ta)gaqa'. a)lla` pro`s e)moi` kai` soi` oi( a)'lloi
+a)'nqrwpoi a('pantes ou) dokou=si' soi ta)gaqa` filei=n, ta` de` kaka` misei=n;
+
+\2 )'Emoige fai'netai.
+
+\1 To` de` ke'rdos a)gaqo`n w(mologh'samen;
+
+\2 Nai'.
+
+\1 Pa'ntes au)= filokerdei=s fai'nontai tou=ton to`n tro'pon: o(`n de` to`
+pro'teron e)le'gomen, ou)dei`s h)=n filokerdh's. pote'rw| ou)=n a)'n tis tw=|
+lo'gw| xrw'menos ou)k a)`n e)camarta'noi;
+
+\2 Ei)' tis, w)= Sw'krates oi)=mai o)rqw=s lamba'noi to`n
+\Spar % [227d]
+filokerdh=. o)rqw=s d' e)sti` tou=ton h(gei=sqai filokerdh=, o(`s a)`n
+spouda'zh| e)pi` tou'tois kai` a)cioi= kerdai'nein a)p' au)tw=n, a)f' w(=n oi(
+xrhstoi` ou) tolmw=si kerdai'nein.
+
+\1 )All' o(ra=|s, w)= gluku'tate, to` kerdai'nein a)'rti w(mologh'samen ei)=nai
+w)felei=sqai.
+
+\2 Ti' ou)=n dh` tou=to;
+
+\1 (O'ti kai` to'de au)tw=| proswmologh'samen, bou'lesqai ta` a)gaqa` pa'ntas
+kai` a)ei'.
+
+\2 Nai'.
+
+\1 Ou)kou=n kai` oi( a)gaqoi` pa'nta ta` ke'rdh bou'lontai e)'xein, ei)'per
+a)gaqa' ge' e)stin.
+% [227e]
+\2 \Spar Ou)k a)f' w(=n ge me'llousin, w)= Sw'krates, blabh'sesqai tw=n kerdw=n.
+
+\1 Blabh'sesqai de` le'geis zhmiw'sesqai h)` a)'llo ti;
+
+\2 Ou)'k, a)lla` zhmiw'sesqai le'gw.
+
+\1 (Upo` tou= ke'rdous ou)=n zhmiou=ntai h)` u(po` th=s zhmi'as a)'nqrwpoi;
+
+\2 (Upo` a)mfote'rwn: kai` ga`r u(po` th=s zhmi'as zhmiou=ntai kai` u(po` tou=
+ke'rdous tou= ponhrou=.
+
+\1 )=H dokei= ou)=n ti' soi xrhsto`n kai` a)gaqo`n pra=gma ponhro`n ei)=nai;
+
+\2 Ou)k e)'moige.
+
+
+%[228a]
+\1 \Spag Ou)kou=n w(mologh'samen o)li'gon pro'teron to` ke'rdos th=| zhmi'a| kakw=|
+o)'nti e)nanti'on ei)=nai;
+
+
+\2 Fhmi'.
+
+
+\1 )Enanti'on de` o)`n kakw=| a)gaqo`n ei)=nai;
+
+
+\2 (Wmologh'samen ga'r.
+
+
+\1 (Ora=|s ou)=n, e)pixeirei=s me e)capata=n, e)pi'thdes e)nanti'a le'gwn oi(=s
+a)'rti w(mologh'samen.
+
+
+\2 Ou) ma` Di'a, w)= Sw'krates, a)lla` tou)nanti'on su' me e)capata=|s kai`
+ou)k oi)=da o('ph| e)n toi=s lo'gois a)'nw kai` ka'tw stre'feis.
+
+
+%[228b]
+\1 \Spar Eu)fh'mei: ou) menta)`n kalw=s poioi'hn ou) peiqo'menos a)ndri` a)gaqw=| kai`
+sofw=|.
+
+\2 Ti'ni tou'tw|; kai` ti' ma'lista;
+
+\1 Poli'th| me`n e)mw=| te kai` sw=|, Peisistra'tou de` u(ei= tou= e)k
+Filai+dw=n, (Ippa'rxw|, o(`s tw=n Peisistra'tou pai'dwn h)=n presbu'tatos
+kai` sofw'tatos, o(`s a)'lla te polla` kai` kala` e)'rga sofi'as a)pedei'cato,
+kai` ta` (Omh'rou e)'ph prw=tos e)ko'misen ei)s th`n gh=n tauthni', kai`
+h)na'gkase tou`s r(ayw|dou`s Panaqhnai'ois e)c u(polh'yews e)fech=s au)ta`
+diie'nai, w('sper nu=n e)'ti
+\Spar %[228c]
+oi('de poiou=sin, kai` e)p' )Anakre'onta to`n Th'ion penthko'ntoron
+stei'las e)ko'misen ei)s th`n po'lin, Simwni'dhn de` to`n Kei=on a)ei` peri`
+au(to`n ei)=xen, mega'lois misqoi=s kai` dw'rois pei'qwn: tau=ta d' e)poi'ei
+boulo'menos paideu'ein tou`s poli'tas, i('n' w(s belti'stwn o)'ntwn au)tw=n
+a)'rxoi, ou)k oi)o'menos dei=n ou)deni` sofi'as fqonei=n, a('te w)`n kalo's te
+ka)gaqo's. e)peidh` de` au)tw=| oi( peri` to` a)'stu tw=n politw=n
+pepaideume'noi h)=san kai`
+\Spar % [228d]
+ e)qau'mazon au)to`n e)pi` sofi'a|, e)pibouleu'wn au)= tou`s e)n toi=s
+a)groi=s paideu=sai e)'sthsen au)toi=s (Erma=s kata` ta`s o(dou`s e)n me'sw|
+tou= a)'steos kai` tw=n dh'mwn e(ka'stwn, ka)'peita th=s sofi'as th=s au(tou=,
+h('n t' e)'maqen kai` h(`n au)to`s e)chu=ren, e)kleca'menos a(` h(gei=to
+sofw'tata ei)=nai, tau=ta au)to`s e)ntei'nas ei)s e)legei=on au(tou= poih'mata
+kai` e)pidei'gmata th=s sofi'as e)pe'grayen,
+\Spar % [228e]
+ i('na prw=ton me`n ta` e)n Delfoi=s gra'mmata ta` sofa` tau=ta mh`
+qauma'zoien oi( poli=tai au)tou=, to' te gnw=qi sauto'n kai` to` mhde`n a)'gan
+kai` ta)=lla ta` toiau=ta, a)lla` ta` (Ippa'rxou r(h'mata ma=llon sofa`
+h(goi=nto, e)'peita pario'ntes a)'nw kai` ka'tw kai` a)nagignw'skontes kai`
+geu=ma lamba'nontes au)tou= th=s sofi'as foitw=|en e)k tw=n a)grw=n kai` e)pi`
+ta` loipa` paideuqhso'menoi. e)sto`n de` du'o tw)pigra'mmate: e)n me`n toi=s
+\Spag % [229a]
+ e)p' a)ristera` tou= (Ermou= e(ka'stou e)pige'graptai le'gwn o(
+(Ermh=s o('ti e)n me'sw| tou= a)'steos kai` tou= dh'mou e('sthken, e)n de`
+toi=s e)pi` decia'---
+
+\versus
+\qquad mnh=ma to'd' (Ippa'rxou: stei=xe di'kaia fronw=n
+\endversus
+
+fhsi'n. e)'sti de` tw=n poihma'twn kai` a)'lla e)n a)'llois (Ermai=s
+polla` kai` kala` e)pigegramme'na: e)'sti de` dh` kai` tou=to e)pi`
+th=| Steiriakh=| o(dw=|, e)n w(=| le'gei---
+
+\Spar % [229b]
+\qquad mnh=ma to'd' (Ippa'rxou: mh` fi'lon e)capa'ta. \hfil \break
+e)gw` ou)=n se` e)moi` o)'nta fi'lon ou) dh'pou tolmw'|hn a)`n
+e)capata=n kai` e)kei'nw| toiou'tw| o)'nti a)pistei=n, ou(= kai`
+a)poqano'ntos tri'a e)'th e)turanneu'qhsan )Aqhnai=oi u(po` tou=
+a)delfou= au)tou= (Ippi'ou, kai` pa'ntwn a)`n tw=n palaiw=n h)'kousas
+o('ti tau=ta mo'non ta` e)'th turanni`s e)ge'neto e)n )Aqh'nais, to`n
+d' a)'llon xro'non e)ggu's ti e)'zwn )Aqhnai=oi w('sper e)pi` Kro'nou
+basileu'ontos. le'getai de` u(po` tw=n xarieste'rwn a)nqrw'pwn kai` o(
+qa'natos au)tou=
+\Spar % [229c]
+ gene'sqai ou) di' a(` oi( polloi` w)|h'qhsan, dia` th`n th=s a)delfh=s
+a)timi'an th=s kanhfori'as---e)pei` tou=to' ge eu)'hqes---a)lla` to`n me`n
+(Armo'dion gegone'nai paidika` tou= )Aristogei'tonos kai` pepaideu=sqai u(p'
+e)kei'nou, me'ga d' e)fro'nei a)'ra kai` o( )Aristogei'twn e)pi` tw=|
+paideu=sai a)'nqrwpon, kai` a)ntagwnisth`n h(gei=to ei)=nai to`n ('Ipparxon.
+e)n e)kei'nw| de` tw=| xro'nw| au)to`n to`n
+\Spar % [229d]
+ (Armo'dion tugxa'nein e)rw=nta' tinos tw=n ne'wn te kai` kalw=n kai`
+gennai'wn tw=n to'te---kai` le'gousi tou)'noma au)tou=, e)gw` de` ou)
+me'mnhmai---to`n ou)=n neani'skon tou=ton te'ws me`n qauma'zein to'n te
+(Armo'dion kai` to`n )Aristogei'tona w(s sofou's, e)'peita suggeno'menon
+tw=| (Ippa'rxw| katafronh=sai e)kei'nwn, kai` tou`s perialgh'santas tau'th|
+th=| a)timi'a| ou('tws a)poktei=nai to`n ('Ipparxon.\par
+\2 Kinduneu'eis toi'nun, w)= Sw'krates, h)` ou) fi'lon me h(gei=sqai h)', ei)
+h(gh=| fi'lon, ou) pei'qesqai (Ippa'rxw|: e)gw` ga`r
+\Spar % [229e]
+ o('pws ou) su` e)me` e)capata=|s---ou)k oi)=d' o('ntina me'ntoi
+tro'pon--- e)n toi=s lo'gois, ou) du'namai peisqh=nai.
+
+\1 )Alla` mh`n kai` w('sper petteu'wn e)qe'lw soi e)n toi=s lo'gois a)naqe'sqai
+o('ti bou'lei tw=n ei)rhme'nwn, i('na mh` oi)'h| e)capata=sqai. po'teron ga`r
+tou=to' soi a)naqw=mai, w(s ou)xi` tw=n a)gaqw=n pa'ntes e)piqumou=sin
+a)'nqrwpoi;
+
+\2 Mh' moi' ge.
+
+\1 )All' w(s to` zhmiou=sqai kai` h( zhmi'a ou) kako'n;
+
+\2 Mh' moi' ge.
+
+\1 )All' w(s ou) th=| zhmi'a| kai` tw=| zhmiou=sqai to` ke'rdos kai` to`
+kerdai'nein e)nanti'on;
+
+% [230a]
+\2 \Spag Mhde` tou=to.
+
+\1 )All' w(s e)nanti'on o)`n tw=| kakw=| ou)k a)gaqo'n e)sti to` kerdai'nein;
+
+\2 Ou)'ti pa=n ge: touti' moi a)na'qou.
+
+\1 Dokei= a)'ra soi, w(s e)'oike, tou= ke'rdous to` me'n ti a)gaqo`n ei)=nai,
+to` de' ti kako'n.
+
+\2 )'Emoige.
+
+\1 )Anati'qemai toi'nun soi` tou=to: e)'stw ga`r dh` ke'rdos ti a)gaqo`n kai`
+e('teron ke'rdos ti kako'n. ke'rdos de' ge ou)de`n ma=llo'n e)stin au)tw=n to`
+a)gaqo`n h)` to` kako'n: h)= ga'r;
+
+\2 Pw=s me e)rwta=|s;
+
+\1 )Egw` fra'sw. siti'on e)sti'n ti a)gaqo'n te kai` kako'n;
+% [230b]
+\2 \Spar Nai'.
+
+\1 )=Ar' ou)=n ma=llo'n ti au)tw=n e)sti to` e('teron tou= e(te'rou siti'on, h)`
+o(moi'ws tou=to' ge, siti'a, e)sto`n a)mfo'tera kai` tau'th| ge ou)de`n
+diafe'rei to` e('teron tou= e(te'rou, kata` to` siti'on ei)=nai, a)lla` h(=|
+to` me`n au)tw=n a)gaqo'n, to` de` kako'n;
+
+\2 Nai'.
+
+\1 Ou)kou=n kai` poto`n kai` ta)=lla pa'nta, o('sa tw=n o)'ntwn tau)ta` o)'nta
+ta` me`n pe'ponqen a)gaqa` ei)=nai, ta` de` kaka', ou)de`n e)kei'nh| ge
+diafe'rei to` e('teron tou= e(te'rou, h(=| to`
+\Spar % [230c]
+ au)to' e)stin; w('sper a)'nqrwpos dh'pou o( me`n xrhsto's e)stin, o(
+de` ponhro's.
+
+\2 Nai'.
+
+\1 )All' a)'nqrwpo's ge oi)=mai ou)de'teros ou)dete'rou ou)'te ma=llon ou)'te
+h(=tto'n e)stin, ou)'te o( xrhsto`s tou= ponhrou= ou)'te o( ponhro`s tou=
+xrhstou=.
+
+\2 )Alhqh= le'geis.
+
+\1 Ou)kou=n ou('tw kai` peri` tou= ke'rdous dianow'meqa, w(s ke'rdos ge o(moi'ws
+e)sti` kai` to` ponhro`n kai` to` xrhsto'n;
+
+\2 )Ana'gkh.
+\1 Ou)de`n a)'ra ma=llon kerdai'nei o( to` xrhsto`n ke'rdos e)'xwn h)` to`
+ponhro'n: ou)'koun ma=llo'n ge ke'rdos fai'netai
+\Spar % [230d]
+ ou)de'teron o)'n, w(s o(mologou=men.
+\2 Nai'.
+\1 Ou)dete'rw| ga`r au)tw=n ou)'te to` ma=llon ou)'te to` h(=tton pro'sestin.
+\2 Ou) ga`r dh'.
+\1 Tw=| dh` toiou'tw| pra'gmati pw=s a)'n tis ma=llon h)` h(=tton o(tiou=n a)`n
+poioi= h)` pa'sxoi, w(=| mhde'teron tou'twn prosei'h;
+\2 )Adu'naton.
+\1 )Epeidh` toi'nun ke'rdh me`n o(moi'ws e)sti`n a)mfo'tera kai` kerdale'a,
+touti` dh` dei= h(ma=s e)piske'yasqai, dia` ti' pote a)mfo'tera au)ta` ke'rdos
+kalei=s, ti' tau)to`n e)n a)mfote'rois o(rw=n;
+\Spar % [230e]
+ w('sper a)`n ei) [a(`] su' me h)rw'tas ta` nundh', dia` ti' pote kai`
+to` a)gaqo`n siti'on kai` to` kako`n siti'on o(moi'ws a)mfo'tera siti'a kalw=,
+ei)=pon a)'n soi dio'ti a)mfo'tera chra` trofh` sw'mato's e)stin, dia` tou=to
+e)'gwge: tou=to ga`r ei)=nai siti'on ka)`n su' pou h(mi=n o(mologoi=s. h)=
+ga'r;
+
+\2 )'Egwge.
+
+\1 Kai` peri` potou= ou)=n o( au)to`s a)`n tro'pos ei)'h th=s a)pokri'sews,
+o('ti th=| tou= sw'matos u(gra=| trofh=|, e)a'nte xrhsth`
+\Spag % [231a]
+ e)a'nte ponhra` h)=|, tou=to to` o)'noma' e)sti, poto'n: kai` toi=s
+a)'llois w(sau'tws. peirw= ou)=n kai` su` e)me` mimei=sqai ou('tws
+a)pokrino'menon. to` xrhsto`n ke'rdos kai` to` ponhro`n ke'rdos ke'rdos fh`|s
+a)mfo'teron ei)=nai ti' to` au)to` e)n au)toi=s o(rw=n, o('ti dh` kai` tou=to
+ke'rdos e)sti'n; ei) d' au)= mh` au)to`s e)'xeis a)pokri'nasqai, a)ll' e)mou=
+le'gontos sko'pei: a)=ra ke'rdos le'geis pa=n kth=ma o(` a)'n tis kth'shtai
+h)` mhde`n a)nalw'sas, h)` e)'latton a)nalw'sas ple'on la'bh|;
+
+% [231b]
+\2 \Spar )'Emoige dokw= tou=to kalei=n ke'rdos.
+
+\1 )=Ara kai` ta` toia'de le'geis, e)a'n tis e(stiaqei's, mhde`n a)nalw'sas
+a)ll' eu)wxhqei's, no'son kth'shtai;
+
+\2 Ma` Di'' ou)k e)'gwge.
+
+\1 (Ugi'eian de` kthsa'menos a)po` e(stia'sews ke'rdos a)`n kth'saito h)`
+zhmi'an;
+
+\2 Ke'rdos.
+
+\1 Ou)k a)'ra tou=to' ge' e)sti ke'rdos, to` o(tiou=n kth=ma kth'sasqai.
+
+\2 Ou) me'ntoi.
+
+\1 Po'teron ou)'k, e)a`n kako'n; h)` ou)d' a)`n a)gaqo`n o(tiou=n kth'shtai, ou)
+ke'rdos kth'setai;
+
+\2 Fai'netai, e)a'n ge a)gaqo'n.
+% [231c]
+\1 \Spar )Ea`n de` kako'n, ou) zhmi'an kth'setai;
+
+\2 )'Emoige dokei=.
+
+\1 (Ora=|s ou)=n w(s pa'lin au)= peritre'xeis ei)s to` au)to'; to` me`n ke'rdos
+a)gaqo`n fai'netai, h( de` zhmi'a kako'n.
+
+\2 )Aporw= e)'gwge o('ti ei)'pw.
+
+\1 Ou)k a)di'kws ge su` a)porw=n. e)'ti ga`r kai` to'de a)po'krinai: e)a'n tis
+e)'latton a)nalw'sas ple'on kth'shtai, fh`|s ke'rdos ei)=nai;
+
+\2 Ou)'ti kako'n ge le'gw, a)ll' e)a`n xrusi'on h)` a)rgu'rion e)'latton
+a)nalw'sas ple'on la'bh|.
+% [231d]
+\1 \Spar Kai` e)gw` me'llw tou=to e)rh'sesqai. fe're ga'r, e)a'n tis xrusi'ou staqmo`n
+h('misun a)nalw'sas dipla'sion la'bh| a)rguri'ou, ke'rdos h)` zhmi'an
+ei)'lhfen;
+
+\2 Zhmi'an dh'pou, w)= Sw'krates: a)nti` dwdekastasi'ou ga`r dista'sion au)tw=|
+kaqi'statai to` xrusi'on.
+
+\1 Kai` mh`n ple'on g' ei)'lhfen: h)` ou) ple'on e)sti` to` dipla'sion tou=
+h(mi'seos;
+
+\2 Ou)'ti th=| a)ci'a| ge a)rgu'rion xrusi'ou.
+
+\1 Dei= a)'ra, w(s e)'oike, tw=| ke'rdei tou=to prosei=nai, th`n a)ci'an. nu=n
+gou=n to` me`n a)rgu'rion ple'on o)`n tou= xrusi'ou ou) fh`|s a)'cion ei)=nai,
+to` de` xrusi'on e)'latton o)`n a)'cion fh`|s ei)=nai.
+% [231e]
+\2 \Spar Sfo'dra: e)'xei ga`r ou('tws.
+
+\1 To` me`n a)'cion a)'ra kerdale'on e)sti'n, e)a'nte smikro`n h)=| e)a'nte
+me'ga, to` de` a)na'cion a)kerde's.
+
+\2 Nai'.
+
+\1 To` de` a)'cion le'geis a)'cion ei)=nai a)'llo ti h)` kekth=sqai;
+
+\2 Nai', kekth=sqai.
+
+\1 To` de` a)'cion au)= le'geis kekth=sqai to` a)nwfele`s h)` to` w)fe'limon;
+
+\2 To` w)fe'limon dh'pou.
+
+% [232a]
+\1 \Spag Ou)kou=n to` w)fe'limon a)gaqo'n e)stin;
+
+\2 Nai'.
+
+\1 Ou)kou=n, w)= a)ndreio'tate pa'ntwn, ou) to` kerdale'on a)gaqo`n au)= pa'lin
+tri'ton h)` te'tarton h('kei h(mi=n o(mologou'menon;
+
+\2 )'Eoiken.
+
+\1 Mnhmoneu'eis ou)=n o('qen h(mi=n ou(=tos o( lo'gos ge'gonen;
+
+\2 Oi)=mai' ge.
+
+\1 Ei) de` mh', e)gw' se u(pomnh'sw. h)mfesbh'thsa's moi tou`s a)gaqou`s mh`
+pa'nta ta` ke'rdh bou'lesqai kerdai'nein, a)lla` tw=n kerdw=n ta)gaqa', ta`
+de` ponhra` mh'.
+
+\2 Nai'xi.
+\Spar % [232b]
+\1 Ou)kou=n nu=n pa'nta ta` ke'rdh o( lo'gos h(ma=s h)na'gkake kai` smikra` kai`
+mega'la o(mologei=n a)gaqa` ei)=nai;
+
+\2 )Hna'gkake ga'r, w)= Sw'krates, ma=llon e)me' ge h)` pe'peiken.
+
+\1 )All' i)'sws meta` tou=to kai` pei'seien a)'n: nu=n d' ou)=n, ei)'te
+pe'peisai ei)'te o(pwsdh` e)'xeis, su'mfh|s gou=n h(mi=n pa'nta ta` ke'rdh
+a)gaqa` ei)=nai, kai` smikra` kai` mega'la.
+
+\2 (Omologw= ga`r ou)=n.
+
+\1 Tou`s de` xrhstou`s a)nqrw'pous bou'lesqai ta)gaqa` o(mologei=s a('panta
+a('pantas: h)` ou)';
+
+\2 (Omologw=.
+% [232c]
+\1 \Spar )Alla` me`n dh` tou's ge ponhrou`s au)to`s ei)=pes o('ti kai` smikra` kai`
+mega'la ke'rdh filou=sin.
+
+\2 Ei)=pon.
+
+\1 Ou)kou=n kata` to`n so`n lo'gon pa'ntes a)'nqrwpoi filokerdei=s a)`n ei)=en,
+kai` oi( xrhstoi` kai` oi( ponhroi'.
+
+\2 Fai'netai.
+
+\1 Ou)k a)'ra o)rqw=s o)neidi'zei, ei)' ti's tw| o)neidi'zei filokerdei=
+ei)=nai: tugxa'nei ga`r kai` o( tau=ta o)neidi'zwn au)to`s toiou=tos w)'n.
+
+\endprosa
+\enddrama
+\end{document}
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+\ExampleTitle [i]{ANGELO AMBROGINI\\[.5ex](\textsc{il poliziano})}
+ {POESIE}
+ {Poesie Italiane\\[.75ex]
+ Biblioteca Universale Rizzoli}
+
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+
+
+\opera {STANZE DE MESSER ANGELO PO\\LITIANO COMINCIATE PER LA \\%
+GIOSTRA DEL MAGNIFICO \\GIVLIANO DI PIERO DE\\MEDICI
+\contents{Stanze per la giostra di Giuliano de Medici}
+\headline{Stanze per la giostra}}
+
+\Versus
+
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+Le gloriose pompe e' fieri ludi \sinossi{Preposizione}
+ della città che 'l freno allenta e stringe
+ a magnanimi Toschi, e i regni crudi
+ di quella dea che 'l terzo ciel dipinge,
+ e i premi degni alli onorati studi,
+ la mente audace a celebrar mi spinge,
+ sì che i gran nomi e i fatti egregi e soli
+ fortuna o morte o tempo non involi.
+
+
+%2
+
+O bello idio ch'al cor per gli occhi inspiri %
+ \sinossi{Invocazione\\ ad Amore}
+ dolce disir d'amaro pensier pieno,
+ e pasciti di pianto e di sospiri,
+ nudrisci l'alme d'un dolce veleno,
+ gentil fai divenir ciò che tu miri,
+ né può star cosa vil drento al suo seno;
+ Amor, del quale i' son sempre suggetto,
+ porgi or la mano al mio basso intelletto.
+
+
+%3
+
+Sostien tu el fascio ch'a me tanto pesa,
+ reggi la lingua, Amor, reggi la mano;
+ tu principio, tu fin dell'alta impresa,
+ tuo fia l'onor, s'io già non prego invano;
+ di', signor, con che lacci da te presa
+ fu l'alta mente del baron toscano
+ più gioven figlio della etrusca Leda,
+ che reti furno ordite a tanta preda.
+
+
+%4
+
+E tu, ben nato Laur, sotto il cui velo %
+\sinossi{Invocazione\\a Laurenzio\\de Medici}
+ Fiorenza lieta in pace si riposa,
+ né teme i venti o 'l minacciar del celo
+ o Giove irato in vista più crucciosa,
+ accogli all'ombra del tuo santo stelo
+ la voce umil, tremante e paurosa;
+ o causa, o fin di tutte le mie voglie,
+ che sol vivon d'odor delle tuo foglie.
+
+%5
+
+Deh, sarà mai che con più alte note,
+ se non contasti al mio volar fortuna,
+ lo spirto della membra, che devote
+ ti fuor da' fati insin già dalla cuna,
+ risuoni te dai Numidi a Boote,
+ dagl'Indi al mar che 'l nostro celo imbruna,
+ e posto il nido in tuo felice ligno,
+ di roco augel diventi un bianco cigno?
+
+
+%6
+
+Ma fin ch'all'alta impresa tremo e bramo,
+ e son tarpati i vanni al mio disio,
+ lo glorioso tuo fratel cantiamo,
+ che di nuovo trofeo rende giulio
+ il chiaro sangue e di secondo ramo:
+ convien ch'i' sudi in questa polver io.
+ Or muovi prima tu mie' versi, Amore,
+ ch'ad alto volo impenni ogni vil core.
+
+
+%7
+
+E se qua su la fama el ver rimbomba,
+ che la figlia di Leda, o sacro Achille,
+ poi che 'l corpo lasciasti intro la tomba,%
+ \sinossi{Escusazione dell'avere %
+ alquanto intermesso %
+ la traduzione omerica}
+ t'accenda ancor d'amorose faville,
+ lascia tacere un po' tuo maggior tromba
+ ch'i' fo squillar per l'italiche ville,
+ e tempra tu la cetra a nuovi carmi,
+ mentr'io canto l'amor di Iulio e l'armi.
+
+
+%8
+
+Nel vago tempo di sua verde etate, \sinossi{Narrazione}
+ spargendo ancor pel volto il primo fiore,
+ né avendo il bel Iulio ancor provate
+ le dolce acerbe cure che dà Amore,
+ viveasi lieto in pace e 'n libertate; %
+ \sinossi{Qual fussi di Iulio la vita %
+ avanti che s'innamorassi}
+ talor frenando un gentil corridore,
+ che gloria fu de' ciciliani armenti,
+ con esso a correr contendea co' venti:
+
+
+%9
+
+ora a guisa saltar di leopardo,
+ or destro fea rotarlo in breve giro;
+ or fea ronzar per l'aere un lento dardo,
+ dando sovente a fere agro martiro.
+ Cotal viveasi il giovene gagliardo;
+ né pensando al suo fato acerbo e diro,
+ né certo ancor de' suo' futuri pianti,
+ solea gabbarsi delli afflitti amanti.
+
+
+%10
+
+Ah quante ninfe per lui sospirorno!
+ Ma fu sì altero sempre il giovinetto,
+ che mai le ninfe amanti nol piegorno,
+ mai poté riscaldarsi il freddo petto.
+ Facea sovente pe' boschi soggiorno,
+ inculto sempre e rigido in aspetto;
+ e 'l volto difendea dal solar raggio,
+ con ghirlanda di pino o verde faggio.
+
+
+%11
+
+Poi, quando già nel ciel parean le stelle,
+ tutto gioioso a sua magion tornava;
+ e 'n compagnia delle nove sorelle
+ celesti versi con disio cantava,
+ e d'antica virtù mille fiammelle
+ con gli alti carmi ne' petti destava:
+ così, chiamando amor lascivia umana,
+ si godea con le Muse o con Diana.
+
+
+%12
+
+E se talor nel ceco labirinto
+ errar vedeva un miserello amante,
+ di dolor carco, di pietà dipinto,
+ seguir della nemica sua le piante,
+ e dove Amor il cor li avessi avinto,
+ lì pascer l'alma di dua luci sante
+ preso nelle amorose crudel gogne,
+ sì l'assaliva con agre rampogne:
+
+
+%13
+
+`Scuoti, meschin, del petto il ceco errore, %
+ \sinossi{Parole di Iulio a' gioveni amanti}
+ ch'a te stessi te fura, ad altrui porge;
+ non nudrir di lusinghe un van furore,
+ che di pigra lascivia e d'ozio sorge.
+ Costui che 'l vulgo errante chiama Amore \sinossi{Che cosa\\ sia Amore}
+ è dolce insania a chi più acuto scorge:
+ sì bel titol d'Amore ha dato il mondo
+ a una ceca peste, a un mal giocondo.
+
+
+%14
+
+Ah quanto è uom meschin, che cangia voglia \kern -.5in%
+ \sinossi{Contro\\alle donne}
+ per donna, o mai per lei s'allegra o dole;
+ e qual per lei di libertà si spoglia
+ o crede a sui sembianti, a sue parole!
+ Ché sempre è più leggier ch'al vento foglia,
+ e mille volte el dì vuole e disvuole:
+ segue chi fugge, a chi la vuol s'asconde,
+ e vanne e vien, come alla riva l'onde.
+
+
+%15
+
+Giovane donna sembra veramente
+ quasi sotto un bel mare acuto scoglio,
+ o ver tra' fiori un giovincel serpente
+ uscito pur mo' fuor del vecchio scoglio.
+ Ah quanto è fra' più miseri dolente
+ chi può soffrir di donna il fero orgoglio!
+ Ché quanto ha il volto più di biltà pieno,
+ più cela inganni nel fallace seno.
+
+
+%16
+
+Con essi gli occhi giovenili invesca
+ Amor, ch'ogni pensier maschio vi fura;
+ e quale un tratto ingoza la dolce esca
+ mai di sua propria libertà non cura;
+ ma, come se pur Lete Amor vi mesca,
+ tosto obliate vostra alta natura;
+ né poi viril pensiero in voi germoglia,
+ sì del proprio valor costui vi spoglia.
+
+
+%17
+
+Quanto è più dolce, quanto è più securo %
+ \sinossi{Laude\\della vita\\rusticana}
+ seguir le fere fugitive in caccia
+ fra boschi antichi fuor di fossa o muro,
+ e spiar lor covil per lunga traccia!
+ Veder la valle e 'l colle e l'aer più puro,
+ l'erbe e' fior, l'acqua viva chiara e ghiaccia!
+ Udir li augei svernar, rimbombar l'onde,
+ e dolce al vento mormorar le fronde!
+
+
+%18
+
+Quanto giova a mirar pender da un'erta
+ le capre, e pascer questo e quel virgulto;
+ e 'l montanaro all'ombra più conserta
+ destar la sua zampogna e 'l verso inculto;
+ veder la terra di pomi coperta,
+ ogni arbor da' suoi frutti quasi occulto;
+ veder cozzar monton, vacche mughiare
+ e le biade ondeggiar come fa il mare!
+
+
+%19
+
+Or delle pecorelle il rozo mastro
+ si vede alla sua torma aprir la sbarra;
+ poi quando muove lor con suo vincastro,
+ dolce è a notar come a ciascuna garra.
+ Or si vede il villan domar col rastro
+ le dure zolle, or maneggiar la marra;
+ or la contadinella scinta e scalza
+ star coll'oche a filar sotto una balza.
+
+
+%20
+
+In cotal guisa già l'antiche genti %
+ \sinossi{Qual fussi\\l'età aurea}
+ si crede esser godute al secol d'oro;
+ né fatte ancor le madre eron dolenti
+ de' morti figli al marzial lavoro;
+ né si credeva ancor la vita a' venti
+ né del giogo doleasi ancora il toro;
+ lor case eron fronzute querce e grande,
+ ch'avean nel tronco mèl, ne' rami ghiande.
+
+
+%21
+
+Non era ancor la scelerata sete
+ del crudele oro entrata nel bel mondo;
+ viveansi in libertà le genti liete,
+ e non solcato il campo era fecondo.
+ Fortuna invidiosa a lor quiete
+ ruppe ogni legge, e pietà misse in fondo;
+ lussuria entrò ne' petti e quel furore
+ che la meschina gente chiama amore'.
+
+
+%22
+
+In cotal guisa rimordea sovente
+ l'altero giovinetto e sacri amanti,
+ come talor chi sé gioioso sente
+ non sa ben porger fede alli altrui pianti;
+ ma qualche miserello, a cui l'ardente
+ fiamme struggeano i nervi tutti quanti,
+ gridava al ciel: `Giusto sdegno ti muova,
+ Amor, che costui creda almen per pruova'.
+
+
+%23
+
+Né fu Cupido sordo al pio lamento, \sinossi{Parole\\d'Amore\\ irato}
+ e 'ncominciò crudelmente ridendo:
+ `Dunque non sono idio? dunque è già spento
+ mie foco con che il mondo tutto accendo?
+ Io pur fei Giove mughiar fra l'armento,
+ io Febo drieto a Dafne gir piangendo,
+ io trassi Pluto delle infernal segge:
+ e che non ubidisce alla mia legge?
+
+
+%24
+
+Io fo cadere al tigre la sua rabbia
+ al leone il fer rughio, al drago il fischio;
+ e quale è uom di sì secura labbia,
+ che fuggir possa il mio tenace vischio?
+ Or, ch'un superbo in sì vil pregio m'abbia
+ che di non esser dio vegna a gran rischio?
+ Or veggiàn se 'l meschin ch'Amor riprende,
+ da due begli occhi se stesso or difende'.
+
+
+%25
+
+Zefiro già, di be' fioretti adorno,%
+ \sinossi{Descrizione di primavera}
+ avea de' monti tolta ogni pruina;
+ avea fatto al suo nido già ritorno
+ la stanca rondinella peregrina;
+ risonava la selva intorno intorno
+ soavemente all'ôra mattutina,
+ e la ingegnosa pecchia al primo albore
+ giva predando ora uno or altro fiore.
+
+
+%26
+
+L'ardito Iulio, al giorno ancora acerbo, %
+ \sinossi{Breve\\ descrizione\\ d'una caccia}
+ allor ch'al tufo torna la civetta,
+ fatto frenare il corridor superbo,
+ verso la selva con sua gente eletta
+ prese el cammino, e sotto buon riserbo %
+ \sinossi{Ordinazione\\ alla caccia}
+ seguial de' fedel can la schiera stretta;
+ di ciò che fa mestieri a caccia adorni,
+ con archi e lacci e spiedi e dardi e corni.
+
+
+%27
+
+Già circundata avea la lieta schiera %
+ \sinossi{Principio\\ della caccia\\ misto\\ %
+ di diversi\\ accidenti}
+ il folto bosco, e già con grave orrore
+ del suo covil si destava ogni fera;
+ givan seguendo e bracchi il lungo odore;
+ ogni varco da lacci e can chiuso era,
+ di stormir d'abbaiar cresce il romore,
+ di fischi e bussi tutto il bosco suona,
+ del rimbombar de' corni el cel rintruona.
+
+
+%28
+
+Con tal romor, qualor più l'aer discorda, \sinossi{Comparazione}
+ di Giove il foco d'alta nube piomba;
+ con tal tumulto, onde la gente assorda,
+ dall'alte cataratte il Nil rimbomba;
+ con tale orror, del latin sangue ingorda,
+ sonò Megera la tartarea tromba.
+ Qual animal di stiza par si roda,
+ qual serra al ventre la tremante coda.
+
+
+%29
+
+Spargesi tutta la bella compagna: %
+ \sinossi{Varii officii\\ de'\\ cacciatori}
+ altri alle reti, altri alla via più stretta;
+ chi serba in coppia e can, chi gli scompagna;
+ chi già 'l suo ammette, chi 'l richiama e alletta;
+ chi sprona el buon destrier per la campagna;
+ chi l'adirata fera armato aspetta;
+ chi si sta sovra un ramo a buon riguardo,
+ chi in man lo spiede e chi s'acconcia el dardo.
+
+
+%30
+
+Già le setole arriccia e arruota e denti %
+ \sinossi{Varii atti\\di fere}
+ el porco entro 'l burron; già d'una grotta
+ spunta giù 'l cavriuol; già e vecchi armenti
+ de' cervi van pel pian fuggendo in frotta;
+ timor gl'inganni della volpe ha spenti;
+ le lepri al primo assalto vanno in rotta;
+ di sua tana stordita esce ogni belva;
+ l'astuto lupo vie più si rinselva,
+
+
+%31
+
+e rinselvato le sagace nare
+ del picciol bracco pur teme il meschino;
+ ma 'l cervio par del veltro paventare,
+ de' lacci el porco o del fero mastino.
+ Vedesi lieto or qua or là volare \sinossi{Di Iulio}
+ fuor d'ogni schiera il gioven peregrino;
+ pel folto bosco el fer caval mette ale,
+ e trista fa qual fera Iulio assale.
+
+
+%32
+
+Quale el centaur per la nevosa selva \sinossi{Comparazione}
+ di Pelio o d'Elmo va feroce in caccia,
+ dalle lor tane predando ogni belva:
+ or l'orso uccide, or al lion minaccia;
+ quanto è più ardita fera più s'inselva,
+ e 'l sangue a tutte drento al cor s'aghiaccia;
+ la selva trema e gli cede ogni pianta,
+ gli arbori abbatte o sveglie, o rami schianta.
+
+
+%33
+
+Ah quanto a mirar Iulio è fera cosa %
+ \sinossi{Descrizione\\ di Iulio\\ nella caccia}
+ romper la via dove più 'l bosco è folto
+ per trar di macchia la bestia crucciosa,
+ con verde ramo intorno al capo avolto,
+ colla chioma arruffata e polverosa,
+ e d'onesto sudor bagnato il volto!
+ Ivi consiglio a sua fera vendetta
+ prese Amor, che ben loco e tempo aspetta;
+
+
+%34
+
+e con sua man di leve aier compuose %
+ \sinossi{Che arte\\usassi Amore\\ad innamorarlo}
+ l'imagin d'una cervia altera e bella:
+ con alta fronte, con corna ramose,
+ candida tutta, leggiadretta e snella.
+ E come tra le fere paventose
+ al gioven cacciator s'offerse quella,
+ lieto spronò il destrier per lei seguire,
+ pensando in brieve darli agro martire.
+
+
+%35
+
+Ma poi che 'nvan dal braccio el dardo scosse,
+ del foder trasse fuor la fida spada,
+ e con tanto furor il corsier mosse,
+ che 'l bosco folto sembrava ampia strada.
+ La bella fera, come stanca fosse,
+ più lenta tuttavia par che sen vada;
+ ma quando par che già la stringa o tocchi,
+ picciol campo riprende avanti alli occhi.
+
+
+%36
+
+Quanto più segue invan la vana effigie,
+ tanto più di seguirla invan s'accende;
+ tuttavia preme sue stanche vestigie,
+ sempre la giunge, e pur mai non la prende:
+ qual fino al labro sta nelle onde stigie \sinossi{Comparazione}
+ Tantalo, e 'l bel giardin vicin gli pende,
+ ma qualor l'acqua o il pome vuol gustare,
+ subito l'acqua e 'l pome via dispare.
+
+
+%37
+
+Era già drieto alla sua desianza
+ gran tratta da' compagni allontanato,
+ né pur d'un passo ancor la preda avanza,
+ e già tutto el destrier sente affannato;
+ ma pur seguendo sua vana speranza,
+ pervenne in un fiorito e verde prato:
+ ivi sotto un vel candido li apparve
+ lieta una ninfa, e via la fera sparve.
+
+
+%38
+
+La fera sparve via dalle suo ciglia,
+ ma 'l gioven della fera ormai non cura;
+ anzi ristringe al corridor la briglia,
+ e lo raffrena sovra alla verdura.
+ Ivi tutto ripien di maraviglia
+ pur della ninfa mira la figura:
+ parli che dal bel viso e da' begli occhi
+ una nuova dolcezza al cor gli fiocchi.
+
+
+%39
+
+Qual tigre, a cui dalla pietrosa tana \sinossi{Comparazione}
+ ha tolto il cacciator li suoi car figli;
+ rabbiosa il segue per la selva ircana,
+ che tosto crede insanguinar gli artigli;
+ poi resta d'uno specchio all'ombra vana,
+ all'ombra ch'e suoi nati par somigli;
+ e mentre di tal vista s'innamora
+ la sciocca, el predator la via divora.
+
+
+%40
+
+Tosto Cupido entro a' begli occhi ascoso, %
+ \sinossi{Attitudine\\ bella di\\ Cupido nel\\ ferir Iulio}
+ al nervo adatta del suo stral la cocca,
+ poi tira quel col braccio poderoso,
+ tal che raggiugne e l'una e l'altra cocca;
+ la man sinistra con l'oro focoso,
+ la destra poppa colla corda tocca:
+ né pria per l'aer ronzando esce 'l quadrello,
+ che Iulio drento al cor sentito ha quello.
+
+
+%41
+
+Ahi qual divenne! ah come al giovinetto %
+ \sinossi{Come Iulio\\ s'innamorassi}
+ corse il gran foco in tutte le midolle!
+ che tremito gli scosse il cor nel petto!
+ d'un ghiacciato sudor tutto era molle;
+ e fatto ghiotto del suo dolce aspetto,
+ giammai li occhi da li occhi levar puolle;
+ ma tutto preso dal vago splendore,
+ non s'accorge el meschin che quivi è Amore.
+
+
+%42
+
+Non s'accorge ch'Amor lì drento è armato
+ per sol turbar la suo lunga quiete;
+ non s'accorge a che nodo è già legato,
+ non conosce suo piaghe ancor segrete;
+ di piacer, di disir tutto è invescato,
+ e così il cacciator preso è alla rete.
+ Le braccia fra sé loda e 'l viso e 'l crino,
+ e 'n lei discerne un non so che divino.
+
+
+%43
+
+Candida è ella, e candida la vesta,
+ ma pur di rose e fior dipinta e d'erba;
+ lo inanellato crin dall'aurea testa %
+ \sinossi{Descrizione\\ breve\\ delle bellezze\\ della\\ sua donna}
+ scende in la fronte umilmente superba.
+ Rideli a torno tutta la foresta,
+ e quanto può suo cure disacerba;
+ nell'atto regalmente è mansueta,
+ e pur col ciglio le tempeste acqueta.
+
+
+%44
+
+Folgoron gli occhi d'un dolce sereno,
+ ove sue face tien Cupido ascose;
+ l'aier d'intorno si fa tutto ameno
+ ovunque gira le luce amorose.
+ Di celeste letizia il volto ha pieno,
+ dolce dipinto di ligustri e rose;
+ ogni aura tace al suo parlar divino,
+ e canta ogni augelletto in suo latino.
+
+
+%45
+
+Con lei sen va Onestate umile e piana \sinossi{Onestate}
+ che d'ogni chiuso cor volge la chiave;
+ con lei va Gentilezza in vista umana,\sinossi{Gentilezza}
+ e da lei impara il dolce andar soave.
+ Non può mirarli il viso alma villana,
+ se pria di suo fallir doglia non have;
+ tanti cori Amor piglia fere o ancide,
+ quanto ella o dolce parla o dolce ride.
+
+
+%46
+
+Sembra Talia se in man prende la cetra, \sinossi{Talia}
+ sembra Minerva se in man prende l'asta; \sinossi{Minerva}
+ se l'arco ha in mano, al fianco la faretra,
+ giurar potrai che sia Diana casta. \sinossi{Diana}
+ Ira dal volto suo trista s'arretra,
+ e poco, avanti a lei, Superbia basta;
+ ogni dolce virtù l'è in compagnia, \sinossi{Biltà,\\Leggiadria}
+ Biltà la mostra a dito e Leggiadria.
+
+
+%47
+
+Ell'era assisa sovra la verdura,
+ allegra, e ghirlandetta avea contesta
+ di quanti fior creassi mai natura,
+ de' quai tutta dipinta era sua vesta.
+ E come prima al gioven puose cura,
+ alquanto paurosa alzò la testa;
+ poi colla bianca man ripreso il lembo,
+ levossi in piè con di fior pieno un grembo.
+
+
+%48
+
+Già s'inviava, per quindi partire,
+ la ninfa sovra l'erba, lenta lenta,
+ lasciando il giovinetto in gran martire,
+ che fuor di lei null'altro omai talenta.
+ Ma non possendo el miser ciò soffrire,
+ con qualche priego d'arrestarla tenta;
+ per che, tutto tremando e tutto ardendo,
+ così umilmente incominciò dicendo:
+
+
+%49
+
+`O qual che tu ti sia, vergin sovrana,%
+ \sinossi{Parole\\ di Iulio\\ alla ninfa}
+ o ninfa o dea, ma dea m'assembri certo;
+ se dea, forse se' tu la mia Diana;
+ se pur mortal, chi tu sia fammi certo,
+ ché tua sembianza è fuor di guisa umana;
+ né so già io qual sia tanto mio merto,
+ qual dal cel grazia, qual sì amica stella,
+ ch'io degno sia veder cosa sì bella'.
+
+
+%50
+
+Volta la ninfa al suon delle parole,
+ lampeggiò d'un sì dolce e vago riso,
+ che i monti avre' fatto ir, restare il sole:
+ ché ben parve s'aprissi un paradiso.
+ Poi formò voce fra perle e viole,
+ tal ch'un marmo per mezzo avre' diviso;
+ soave, saggia e di dolceza piena,
+ da innamorar non ch'altri una Sirena:
+
+
+%51
+
+`Io non son qual tua mente invano auguria, %
+ \sinossi{Risposta\\ della ninfa}
+ non d'altar degna, non di pura vittima;
+ ma là sovra Arno innella vostra Etruria
+ sto soggiogata alla teda legittima;
+ mia natal patria è nella aspra Liguria, \sinossi{Genova}
+ sovra una costa alla riva marittima,
+ ove fuor de' gran massi indarno gemere
+ si sente il fer Nettunno e irato fremere.
+
+
+%52
+
+Sovente in questo loco mi diporto,
+ qui vegno a soggiornar tutta soletta;
+ questo è de' mia pensieri un dolce porto,
+ qui l'erba e' fior, qui il fresco aier m'alletta;
+ quinci il tornare a mia magione è accorto,
+ qui lieta mi dimoro Simonetta,
+ all'ombre, a qualche chiara e fresca linfa,
+ e spesso in compagnia d'alcuna ninfa.
+
+
+%53
+
+Io soglio pur nelli ociosi tempi,
+ quando nostra fatica s'interrompe,
+ venire a' sacri altar ne' vostri tempî
+ fra l'altre donne con l'usate pompe;
+ ma perch'io in tutto el gran desir t'adempi
+ e 'l dubio tolga che tuo mente rompe,
+ meraviglia di mie bellezze tenere
+ non prender già, ch'io nacqui in grembo a Venere.
+
+
+%54
+
+Or poi che 'l sol sue rote in basso cala, %
+ \sinossi{Descrizione\\ della sera}
+ e da questi arbor cade maggior l'ombra,
+ già cede al grillo la stanca cicala,
+ già 'l rozo zappator del campo sgombra,
+ e già dell'alte ville il fumo essala,
+ la villanella all'uom suo el desco ingombra;
+ omai riprenderò mia via più accorta,
+ e tu lieto ritorna alla tua scorta'.
+
+
+%55
+
+Poi con occhi più lieti e più ridenti, %
+ \sinossi{Come\\ la ninfa\\ si parte}
+ tal che 'l ciel tutto asserenò d'intorno,
+ mosse sovra l'erbetta e passi lenti
+ con atto d'amorosa grazia adorno.
+ Feciono e boschi allor dolci lamenti
+ e gli augelletti a pianger cominciorno;
+ ma l'erba verde sotto i dolci passi
+ bianca, gialla, vermiglia e azurra fassi.
+
+
+%56
+
+Che de' far Iulio? Ahimè, ch'e' pur desidera %
+\sinossi{L'autore\\ di Iulio}
+ seguir sua stella e pur temenza il tiene:
+ sta come un forsennato, e 'l cor gli assidera,
+ e gli s'aghiaccia el sangue entro le vene;
+ sta come un marmo fisso, e pur considera
+ lei che sen va né pensa di sue pene,
+ fra sé lodando il dolce andar celeste
+ e 'l ventilar dell'angelica veste.
+
+
+%57
+
+E' par che 'l cor del petto se li schianti,
+ e che del corpo l'alma via si fugga,
+ e ch'a guisa di brina, al sol davanti,
+ in pianto tutto si consumi e strugga.
+ Già si sente esser un degli altri amanti,
+ e pargli ch'ogni vena Amor li sugga;
+ or teme di seguirla, or pure agogna,
+ qui 'l tira Amor, quinci il ritrae vergogna.
+
+
+%58
+
+`U' sono or, Iulio, le sentenzie gravi, %
+ \sinossi{Parole\\ dell'autore\\ a Iulio}
+ le parole magnifiche e' precetti
+ con che i miseri amanti molestavi?
+ Perché pur di cacciar non ti diletti?
+ Or ecco ch'una donna ha in man le chiavi
+ d'ogni tua voglia, e tutti in sé ristretti
+ tien, miserello, i tuoi dolci pensieri;
+ vedi chi tu se' or, chi pur dianzi eri.
+
+
+%59
+
+Dianzi eri d'una fera cacciatore,
+ più bella fera or t'ha ne' lacci involto;
+ dianzi eri tuo, or se' fatto d'Amore,
+ sei or legato, e dianzi eri disciolto.
+ Dov'è tuo libertà, dov'è 'l tuo core?
+ Amore e una donna te l'ha tolto.
+ Ahi, come poco a sé creder uom degge!
+ ch'a virtute e fortuna Amor pon legge'.
+
+
+%60
+
+La notte che le cose ci nasconde \sinossi{Descrizione\\ della notte}
+ tornava ombrata di stellato ammanto,
+ e l'usignuol sotto l'amate fronde
+ cantando ripetea l'antico pianto,
+ ma sola a' sua lamenti Ecco risponde,
+ ch'ogni altro augel quetato avea già 'l canto;
+ dalla chimmeria valle uscian le torme
+ de' Sogni negri con diverse forme.
+
+
+%61
+
+E gioven che restati nel bosco erono,
+ vedendo il cel già le sue stelle accendere,
+ sentito il segno, al cacciar posa ferono;
+ ciascun s'affretta a lacci e reti stendere,
+ poi colla preda in un sentier si schierono:
+ ivi s'attende sol parole a vendere,
+ ivi menzogne a vil pregio si mercono;
+ poi tutti del bel Iulio fra sé cercono.
+
+
+%62
+
+Ma non veggendo il car compagno intorno,
+ ghiacciossi ognun di subita paura
+ che qualche cruda fera il suo ritorno
+ non li 'mpedisca o altra ria sciagura.
+ Chi mostra fuochi, chi squilla el suo corno,
+ chi forte il chiama per la selva oscura,
+ le lunghe voci ripercosse abondono,
+ e `Iulio Iulio' le valli rispondono.
+
+
+%63
+
+Ciascun si sta per la paura incerto,
+ gelato tutto, se non ch'ei pur chiama;
+ veggiono il cel di tenebre coperto,
+ né san dove cercar, bench'ognun brama.
+ Pur `Iulio Iulio' suona il gran diserto;
+ non sa che farsi omai la gente grama.
+ Ma poi che molta notte indarno spesono,
+ dolenti per tornarsi il cammin presono.
+
+
+%64
+
+Cheti sen vanno e pure alcun col vero
+ la dubia speme alquanto riconforta,
+ ch'el sia rèdito per altro sentiero
+ al loco ove s'invia la loro scorta.
+ Ne' petti ondeggia or questo or quel pensiero,
+ che fra paura e speme il cor traporta:
+ così raggio, che specchio mobil ferza, \sinossi{Comparazione}
+ per la gran sala or qua or là si scherza.
+
+
+%65
+
+Ma 'l gioven, che provato avea già l'arco
+ ch'ogni altra cura sgombra fuor del petto,
+ d'altre speme e paure e pensier carco,
+ era arrivato alla magion soletto.
+ Ivi pensando al suo novello incarco
+ stava in forti pensier tutto ristretto,
+ quando la compagnia piena di doglia
+ tutta pensosa entrò dentro alla soglia.
+
+
+%66
+
+Ivi ciascun più da vergogna involto
+ per li alti gradi sen va lento lento:
+ quali i pastori a cui il fer lupo ha tolto \sinossi{Comparazione}
+ il più bel toro del cornuto armento,
+ tornonsi a lor signor con basso volto,
+ né s'ardiscon d'entrar all'uscio drento;
+ stan sospirosi e di dolor confusi,
+ e ciascun pensa pur come sé scusi.
+
+
+%67
+
+Ma tosto ognuno allegro alzò le ciglia,
+ veggendo salvo lì sì caro pegno:
+ tal si fe', poi che la sua dolce figlia \sinossi{Comparazione}
+ ritrovò, Ceres giù nel morto regno.
+ Tutta festeggia la lieta famiglia
+ con essi, e Iulio di gioir fa segno,
+ e quanto el può nel cor preme sua pena
+ e il volto di letizia rasserena.
+
+
+%68
+
+Ma fatta Amor la sua bella vendetta, %
+ \sinossi{Quello che\\ facessi Amore\\ dopo la sua\\ vendetta}
+ mossesi lieto pel negro aere a volo,
+ e ginne al regno di sua madre in fretta,
+ ov'è de' picciol suoi fratei lo stuolo:
+ al regno ov'ogni Grazia si diletta, \sinossi{Regno di Venere}
+ ove Biltà di fiori al crin fa brolo, \sinossi{Amori. Grazie}
+ ove tutto lascivo, drieto a Flora, \sinossi{Biltà. Flora}
+ Zefiro vola e la verde erba infiora. \sinossi{Zefiro}
+
+
+%69
+
+Or canta meco un po' del dolce regno, %
+ \sinossi{Invocazione\\ a\\ Erato musa}
+ Erato bella, che 'l nome hai d'amore;
+ tu sola, benché casta, puoi nel regno
+ secura entrar di Venere e d'Amore;
+ tu de' versi amorosi hai sola il regno,
+ teco sovente a cantar viensi Amore;
+ e, posta giù dagli omer la faretra,
+ tenta le corde di tua bella cetra.
+
+
+%70
+
+Vagheggia Cipri un dilettoso monte, %
+ \sinossi{Descrizione\\ della casa\\ di Venere}
+ che del gran Nilo e sette corni vede
+ e 'l primo rosseggiar dell'orizonte,
+ ove poggiar non lice al mortal piede.
+ Nel giogo un verde colle alza la fronte,
+ sotto esso aprico un lieto pratel siede,
+ u' scherzando tra' fior lascive aurette
+ fan dolcemente tremolar l'erbette.
+
+
+%71
+
+Corona un muro d'or l'estreme sponde
+ con valle ombrosa di schietti arbuscelli,
+ ove in su' rami fra novelle fronde
+ cantano i loro amor soavi augelli.
+ Sentesi un grato mormorio dell'onde,
+ che fan duo freschi e lucidi ruscelli, \sinossi{Due ruscelli}
+ versando dolce con amar liquore,
+ ove arma l'oro de' suoi strali Amore.
+
+
+%72
+
+Né mai le chiome del giardino eterno
+ tenera brina o fresca neve imbianca;
+ ivi non osa entrar ghiacciato verno,
+ non vento o l'erbe o li arbuscelli stanca;
+ ivi non volgon gli anni il lor quaderno,
+ ma lieta Primavera mai non manca, \sinossi{Primavera}
+ ch'e suoi crin biondi e crespi all'aura spiega,
+ e mille fiori in ghirlandetta lega.
+
+
+%73
+
+Lungo le rive e frati di Cupido, \sinossi{Amori}
+ che solo uson ferir la plebe ignota,
+ con alte voci e fanciullesco grido \sinossi{Compagnia\\ delli Amori}
+ aguzzon lor saette ad una cota.
+ Piacere e Insidia, posati in sul lido, \sinossi{Piacere, Insidia}
+ volgono il perno alla sanguigna rota,
+ e 'l fallace Sperar col van Disio \sinossi{Speme, Disio}
+ spargon nel sasso l'acqua del bel rio.
+
+
+%74
+
+Dolce Paura e timido Diletto, \sinossi{Paura, Diletto}
+ dolce Ire e dolce Pace insieme vanno; \sinossi{Ire, Pace}
+ le Lacrime si lavon tutto il petto \sinossi{Lacrime}
+ e 'l fiumicello amaro crescer fanno;
+ Pallore smorto e paventoso Affetto \sinossi{Pallore, Spavento}
+ con Magreza si duole e con Affanno; \sinossi{Magrezza, Affanno}
+ vigil Sospetto ogni sentiero spia, \sinossi{Sospetto}
+ Letizia balla in mezo della via. \sinossi{Letizia}
+
+
+%75
+
+Voluttà con Belleza si gavazza, \sinossi{Voluttà. Belleza}
+ va fuggendo il Contento e siede Angoscia, \sinossi{Contento. Angoscia}
+ el ceco Errore or qua or là svolazza, \sinossi{Errore}
+ percuotesi il Furor con man la coscia; \sinossi{Furore}
+ la Penitenzia misera stramazza, \sinossi{Penitenzia}
+ che del passato error s'è accorta poscia,
+ nel sangue Crudeltà lieta si ficca, \sinossi{Crudeltà.\\ Desperazione}
+ e la Desperazion se stessa impicca.
+
+
+%76
+
+Tacito Inganno e simulato Riso \sinossi{Inganno, Riso}
+ con Cenni astuti messaggier de' cori, \sinossi{Cenni}
+ e fissi Sguardi, con pietoso viso, \sinossi{Sguardi}
+ tendon lacciuoli a Gioventù tra' fiori. \sinossi{Gioventù}
+ Stassi, col volto in sulla palma assiso, \sinossi{Pianto}
+ el Pianto in compagnia de' suo' Dolori; \sinossi{Dolori}
+ e quinci e quindi vola sanza modo
+ Licenzia non ristretta in alcun nodo. \sinossi{Licenzia}
+
+
+%77
+
+Con tal milizia e tuoi figli accompagna
+ Venere bella, madre delli Amori.
+ Zefiro il prato di rugiada bagna, \sinossi{Zefiro}
+ spargendolo di mille vaghi odori:
+ ovunque vola, veste la campagna
+ di rose, gigli, violette e fiori;
+ l'erba di sue belleze ha maraviglia:
+ bianca, cilestra, pallida e vermiglia.
+
+
+%78
+
+Trema la mammoletta verginella %
+ \sinossi{Varie guise\\ di fiori}
+ con occhi bassi, onesta e vergognosa;
+ ma vie più lieta, più ridente e bella, \sinossi{Viola mammola}
+ ardisce aprire il seno al sol la rosa: \sinossi{Rosa}
+ questa di verde gemma s'incappella,
+ quella si mostra allo sportel vezosa,
+ l'altra, che 'n dolce foco ardea pur ora,
+ languida cade e 'l bel pratello infiora.
+
+
+%79
+
+L'alba nutrica d'amoroso nembo
+ gialle, sanguigne e candide viole; \sinossi{Viole}
+ descritto ha 'l suo dolor Iacinto in grembo, \sinossi{Iacinto}
+ Narcisso al rio si specchia come suole; \sinossi{Narcisso}
+ in bianca vesta con purpureo lembo
+ si gira Clizia palidetta al sole; \sinossi{Clizia}
+ Adon rinfresca a Venere il suo pianto, \sinossi{Adone}
+ tre lingue mostra Croco, e ride Acanto. \sinossi{Croco, Acanto}
+
+
+%80
+
+Mai rivestì di tante gemme l'erba
+ la novella stagion che 'l mondo aviva.
+ Sovresso il verde colle alza superba
+ l'ombrosa chioma u' el sol mai non arriva;
+ e sotto vel di spessi rami serba
+ fresca e gelata una fontana viva, \sinossi{Fontana}
+ con sì pura, tranquilla e chiara vena,
+ che gli occhi non offesi al fondo mena.
+
+
+%81
+
+L'acqua da viva pomice zampilla,
+ che con suo arco il bel monte sospende;
+ e, per fiorito solco indi tranquilla
+ pingendo ogni sua orma, al fonte scende:
+ dalle cui labra un grato umor distilla,
+ che 'l premio di lor ombre alli arbor rende;
+ ciascun si pasce a mensa non avara,
+ e par che l'un dell'altro cresca a gara.
+
+
+%82
+
+Cresce l'abeto schietto e sanza nocchi %
+ \sinossi{Varie guise di\\ piante. Abete}
+ da spander l'ale a Borea in mezo l'onde;
+ l'elce che par di mèl tutta trabocchi, \sinossi{Elce}
+ e 'l laur che tanto fa bramar suo fronde; \sinossi{Lauro}
+ bagna Cipresso ancor pel cervio gli occhi \sinossi{Cipresso}
+ con chiome or aspre, e già distese e bionde;
+ ma l'alber, che già tanto ad Ercol piacque, \sinossi{Albero}
+ col platan si trastulla intorno all'acque. \sinossi{Platano}
+
+
+%83
+
+Surge robusto el cerro, et alto el faggio, \sinossi{Cerro, Faggio}
+ nodoso el cornio, e 'l salcio umido e lento; %
+ \sinossi{Cornio, Salcio}
+ l'olmo fronzuto, e 'l frassin pur selvaggio; %
+ \sinossi{Ormo, Frassino}
+ el pino alletta con suoi fischi il vento. \sinossi{Pino}
+ L'avorniol tesse ghirlandette al maggio, \sinossi{Avorniolo}
+ ma l'acer d'un color non è contento; \sinossi{Acero}
+ la lenta palma serba pregio a' forti, \sinossi{Palma}
+ l'ellera va carpon co' piè distorti. \sinossi{Ellera}
+
+
+%84
+
+Mostronsi adorne le vite novelle \sinossi{Vite}
+ d'abiti varie e con diversa faccia:
+ questa gonfiando fa crepar la pelle,
+ questa racquista le già perse braccia;
+ quella tessendo vaghe e liete ombrelle,
+ pur con pampinee fronde Apollo scaccia;
+ quella ancor monca piange a capo chino,
+ spargendo or acqua per versar poi vino.
+
+
+%85
+
+El chiuso e crespo bosso al vento ondeggia, \sinossi{Bosso}
+ e fa la piaggia di verdura adorna;
+ el mirto, che sua dea sempre vagheggia, \sinossi{Mirto}
+ di bianchi fiori e verdi capelli orna.
+ Ivi ogni fera per amor vaneggia, \sinossi{Varii\\ atti di fere}
+ l'un ver l'altro i montoni armon le corna,
+ l'un l'altro cozza, l'un l'altro martella, \sinossi{Montoni}
+ davanti all'amorosa pecorella.
+
+
+%86
+
+E mughianti giovenchi a piè del colle \sinossi{Giovenchi}
+ fan vie più cruda e dispietata guerra,
+ col collo e il petto insanguinato e molle,
+ spargendo al ciel co' piè l'erbosa terra.
+ Pien di sanguigna schiuma el cinghial bolle, \sinossi{Cinghiale}
+ le larghe zanne arruota e il grifo serra,
+ e rugghia e raspa e, per più armar sue forze,
+ frega il calloso cuoio a dure scorze.
+
+
+%87
+
+Pruovon lor punga e daini paurosi, \sinossi{Daini}
+ e per l'amata druda arditi fansi;
+ ma con pelle vergata, aspri e rabbiosi,
+ e tigri infuriati a ferir vansi; \sinossi{Tigri}
+ sbatton le code e con occhi focosi
+ ruggendo i fier leon di petto dansi; \sinossi{Leoni}
+ zufola e soffia il serpe per la biscia, \sinossi{Serpe}
+ mentre ella con tre lingue al sol si liscia. \sinossi{Biscia}
+
+
+%88
+
+El cervio appresso alla Massilia fera \sinossi{Cervio}
+ co' piè levati la sua sposa abbraccia;
+ fra l'erbe ove più ride primavera,
+ l'un coniglio coll'altro s'accovaccia; \sinossi{Conigli}
+ le semplicette lepri vanno a schiera, \sinossi{Lepri}
+ de' can secure, ad amorosa traccia:
+ sì l'odio antico e 'l natural timore
+ ne' petti ammorza, quando vuole, Amore.
+
+
+%89
+
+E muti pesci in frotta van notando %
+ \sinossi{Varii\\ atti di pesci}
+ dentro al vivente e tenero cristallo,
+ e spesso intorno al fonte roteando
+ guidon felice e dilettoso ballo;
+ tal volta sovra l'acqua, un po' guizzando,
+ mentre l'un l'altro segue, escono a gallo:
+ ogni loro atto sembra festa e gioco,
+ né spengon le fredde acque il dolce foco.
+
+
+%90
+
+Li augelletti dipinti intra le foglie \sinossi{Augelli}
+ fanno l'aere addolcir con nuove rime,
+ e fra più voci un'armonia s'accoglie
+ di sì beate note e sì sublime,
+ che mente involta in queste umane spoglie
+ non potria sormontare alle sue cime;
+ e dove Amor gli scorge pel boschetto,
+ salton di ramo in ramo a lor diletto.
+
+
+%91
+
+Al canto della selva Ecco rimbomba,
+ ma sotto l'ombra che ogni ramo annoda,
+ la passeretta gracchia e a torno romba; \sinossi{Passera}
+ spiega il pavon la sua gemmata coda, \sinossi{Pavone}
+ bacia el suo dolce sposo la colomba, \sinossi{Colombi}
+ e bianchi cigni fan sonar la proda; \sinossi{Cigni}
+ e presso alla sua vaga tortorella \sinossi{Tortora}
+ il pappagallo squittisce e favella. \sinossi{Pappagallo}
+
+
+%92
+
+Quivi Cupido e' suoi pennuti frati, \sinossi{Cupido}
+ lassi già di ferir uomini e dei, \sinossi{Amori}
+ prendon diporto, e colli strali aurati
+ fan sentire alle fere i crudi omei;
+ la dea Ciprigna fra' suoi dolci nati \sinossi{Venere}
+ spesso sen viene, e Pasitea con lei, %
+ \sinossi{Pasitea, una delle\\ tre Grazie,\\ moglie del Sonno}
+ quetando in lieve sonno gli occhi belli
+ fra l'erbe e' fiori e' gioveni arbuscelli.
+
+
+%93
+
+Muove dal colle, mansueta e dolce,
+ la schiena del bel monte, e sovra i crini \sinossi{Palazo\\ di Venere}
+ d'oro e di gemme un gran palazo folce,
+ sudato già nei cicilian camini.
+ Le tre Ore, che 'n cima son bobolce, \sinossi{Le tre Ore}
+ pascon d'ambrosia i fior sacri e divini:
+ né prima dal suo gambo un se ne coglie,
+ ch'un altro al ciel più lieto apre le foglie.
+
+
+%94
+
+Raggia davanti all'uscio una gran pianta,
+ che fronde ha di smeraldo e pomi d'oro:
+ e pomi ch'arrestar fenno Atalanta,
+ ch'ad Ippomene dienno il verde alloro.
+ Sempre sovresso Filomela canta,
+ sempre sottesso è delle Ninfe un coro;
+ spesso Imeneo col suon di sua zampogna
+ tempra lor danze, e pur le noze agogna.
+
+
+%95
+
+La regia casa il sereno aier fende,
+ fiammeggiante di gemme e di fino oro,
+ che chiaro giorno a meza notte accende;
+ ma vinta è la materia dal lavoro.
+ Sovra a colonne adamantine pende
+ un palco di smeraldo, in cui già fuoro
+ aneli e stanchi, drento a Mongibello,
+ Sterope e Bronte et ogni lor martello. \sinossi{Sterope. Bronte}
+
+
+%96
+
+Le mura a torno d'artificio miro
+ forma un soave e lucido berillo;
+ passa pel dolce oriental zaffiro
+ nell'ampio albergo el dì puro e tranquillo;
+ ma il tetto d'oro, in cui l'estremo giro
+ si chiude, contro a Febo apre il vessillo;
+ per varie pietre il pavimento ameno
+ di mirabil pittura adorna il seno.
+
+
+%97
+
+Mille e mille color formon le porte, %
+ \sinossi{Che sculture\\ fussi\\ nelle porte}
+ di gemme e di sì vivi intagli chiare,
+ che tutte altre opre sarian roze e morte
+ da far di sé natura vergognare:
+ nell'una è insculta la 'nfelice sorte %
+ \sinossi{Natività di Venere}
+ del vecchio Celio, e in vista irato pare \sinossi{Celio}
+ suo figlio, e colla falce adunca sembra \sinossi{Saturno}
+ tagliar del padre le feconde membra.
+
+
+%98
+
+Ivi la Terra con distesi ammanti \sinossi{Terra}
+ par ch'ogni goccia di quel sangue accoglia,
+ onde nate le Furie e' fier Giganti \sinossi{Furie}
+ di sparger sangue in vista mostron voglia; \sinossi{Giganti}
+ d'un seme stesso in diversi sembianti
+ paion le Ninfe uscite sanza spoglia, \sinossi{Ninfe}
+ pur come snelle cacciatrice in selva,
+ gir saettando or una or altra belva.
+
+
+%99
+
+Nel tempestoso Egeo in grembo a Teti \sinossi{Mare Egeo}
+ si vede il frusto genitale accolto,
+ sotto diverso volger di pianeti
+ errar per l'onde in bianca schiuma avolto;
+ e drento nata in atti vaghi e lieti
+ una donzella non con uman volto,
+ da zefiri lascivi spinta a proda, %
+ \sinossi{Venere sovra\\ un nicchio}
+ gir sovra un nicchio, e par che 'l cel ne goda.
+
+
+%100
+
+Vera la schiuma e vero il mar diresti,
+ e vero il nicchio e ver soffiar di venti;
+ la dea negli occhi folgorar vedresti,
+ e 'l cel riderli a torno e gli elementi;
+ l'Ore premer l'arena in bianche vesti,
+ l'aura incresparle e crin distesi e lenti;
+ non una, non diversa esser lor faccia,
+ come par ch'a sorelle ben confaccia.
+
+
+%101
+
+Giurar potresti che dell'onde uscissi
+ la dea premendo colla destra il crino,
+ coll'altra il dolce pome ricoprissi;
+ e, stampata dal piè sacro e divino,
+ d'erbe e di fior l'arena si vestissi;
+ poi, con sembiante lieto e peregrino,
+ dalle tre ninfe in grembo fussi accolta,
+ e di stellato vestimento involta.
+
+
+%102
+
+Questa con ambe man le tien sospesa
+ sopra l'umide trezze una ghirlanda
+ d'oro e di gemme orientali accesa,
+ questa una perla alli orecchi accomanda;
+ l'altra al bel petto e' bianchi omeri intesa,
+ par che ricchi monili intorno spanda,
+ de' quai solien cerchiar lor proprie gole,
+ quando nel ciel guidavon le carole.
+
+
+%103
+
+Indi paion levate inver le spere
+ seder sovra una nuvola d'argento:
+ l'aier tremante ti parria vedere
+ nel duro sasso, e tutto il cel contento;
+ tutti li dei di sua biltà godere,
+ e del felice letto aver talento:
+ ciascun sembrar nel volto meraviglia,
+ con fronte crespa e rilevate ciglia.
+
+
+%104
+
+Nello estremo, se stesso el divin fabro %
+ \sinossi{Vulcano\\ marito di\\ Venere}
+ formò felice di sì dolce palma,
+ ancor dalla fucina irsuto e scabro,
+ quasi obliando per lei ogni salma,
+ con desire aggiugnendo labro a labro
+ come tutta d'amor gli ardessi l'alma:
+ e par vie maggior fuoco acceso in ello,
+ che quel ch'avea lasciato in Mongibello.
+
+
+%105
+
+Nell'altra in un formoso e bianco tauro %
+ \sinossi{Intagli\\ nella porta\\ Europa}
+ si vede Giove per amor converso
+ portarne il dolce suo ricco tesauro,
+ e lei volgere il viso al lito perso
+ in atto paventosa; e i bei crin d'auro
+ scherzon nel petto per lo vento avverso;
+ la vesta ondeggia, e indrieto fa ritorno,
+ l'una man tiene al dorso, e l'altra al corno.
+
+
+%106
+
+Le 'gnude piante a sé ristrette accoglie
+ quasi temendo il mar che lei non bagne:
+ tale atteggiata di paura e doglie
+ par chiami invan le dolci sue compagne;
+ le qual rimase tra fioretti e foglie
+ dolenti Europa ciascheduna piagne.
+ `Europa', suona il lito, `Europa, riedi',
+ e 'l tor nuota e talor li bacia e piedi.
+
+
+%107
+
+Or si fa Giove un cigno or pioggia d'oro, %
+ \sinossi{Giove\\ in cigno\\ oro, serpente, pastore, aquila}
+ or di serpente or d'un pastor fa fede,
+ per fornir l'amoroso suo lavoro;
+ or transformarsi in aquila si vede,
+ come Amor vuole, e nel celeste coro
+ portar sospeso il suo bel Ganimede, \sinossi{Ganimede}
+ qual di cipresso ha il biondo capo avinto,
+ ignudo tutto e sol d'ellera cinto.
+
+
+%108
+
+Fassi Nettunno un lanoso montone, %
+ \sinossi{Nettuno\\ in montone,\\ giovenco}
+ fassi un torvo giovenco per amore;
+ fassi un cavallo il padre di Chirone,
+ diventa Febo in Tessaglia un pastore: \sinossi{Saturno\\ in cavallo}
+ e 'n picciola capanna si ripone
+ colui ch'a tutto il mondo dà splendore, \sinossi{Febo pastore}
+ né li giova a sanar sue piaghe acerbe
+ perch'e' conosca la virtù dell'erbe.
+
+
+%109
+
+Poi segue Dafne, e 'n sembianza si lagna \sinossi{Dafne}
+ come dicessi: `O ninfa, non ten gire,
+ ferma il piè, ninfa, sovra la campagna,
+ ch'io non ti seguo per farti morire;
+ così cerva lion, così lupo agna,
+ ciascuna il suo nemico suol fuggire:
+ me perché fuggi, o donna del mio core,
+ cui di seguirti è sol cagione amore?'
+
+
+%110
+
+Dall'altra parte la bella Arianna \sinossi{Arianna.\\ Teseo}
+ colle sorde acque di Teseo si duole,
+ e dell'aura e del sonno che la 'nganna;
+ di paura tremando, come suole
+ per picciol ventolin palustre canna,
+ pare in atto aver prese tai parole:
+ `Ogni fera di te meno è crudele,
+ ognun di te più mi saria fedele'.
+
+
+%111
+
+Vien sovra un carro, d'ellera e di pampino
+ coverto Bacco, il qual duo tigri guidono, \sinossi{Bacco}
+ e con lui par che l'alta arena stampino
+ Satiri e Bacche, e con voci alte gridono: \sinossi{Satiri.\\ Bacche}
+ quel si vede ondeggiar, quei par che 'nciampino,
+ quel con un cembol bee, quelli altri ridono;
+ qual fa d'un corno e qual delle man ciotola,
+ quale ha preso una ninfa e qual si ruotola.
+
+
+%112
+
+Sovra l'asin Silen, di ber sempre avido, \sinossi{Sileno}
+ con vene grosse nere e di mosto umide,
+ marcido sembra sonnacchioso e gravido,
+ le luci ha di vin rosse infiate e fumide;
+ l'ardite ninfe l'asinel suo pavido
+ pungon col tirso, e lui con le man tumide
+ a' crin s'appiglia; e mentre sì l'aizono,
+ casca nel collo, e' satiri lo rizono.
+
+
+%113
+
+Quasi in un tratto vista amata e tolta \sinossi{Proserpina}
+ dal fero Pluto, Proserpina pare \sinossi{Pluto}
+ sovra un gran carro, e la sua chioma sciolta
+ a' zefiri amorosi ventilare;
+ la bianca vesta in un bel grembo accolta
+ sembra i colti fioretti giù versare:
+ lei si percuote il petto, e 'n vista piagne,
+ or la madre chiamando or le compagne.
+
+
+%114
+
+Posa giù del leone il fero spoglio
+ Ercole, e veste di femminea gonna \sinossi{Ercole}
+ colui che 'l mondo da greve cordoglio
+ avea scampato, et or serve una donna;
+ e può soffrir d'Amor l'indegno orgoglio
+ chi colli omer già fece al ciel colonna;
+ e quella man con che era a tenere uso
+ la clava ponderosa, or torce un fuso.
+
+
+%115
+
+Gli omer setosi a Polifemo ingombrano \sinossi{Polifemo}
+ l'orribil chiome e nel gran petto cascono,
+ e fresche ghiande l'aspre tempie adombrano:
+ d'intorno a lui le sue pecore pascono,
+ né a costui dal cor già mai disgombrano
+ le dolce acerbe cur che d'amor nascono,
+ anzi, tutto di pianto e dolor macero,
+ siede in un freddo sasso a piè d'un acero.
+
+
+%116
+
+Dall'uno all'altro orecchio un arco face
+ il ciglio irsuto lungo ben sei spanne;
+ largo sotto la fronte il naso giace,
+ paion di schiuma biancheggiar le zanne;
+ tra' piedi ha 'l cane, e sotto il braccio tace
+ una zampogna ben di cento canne:
+ lui guata il mar che ondeggia, e alpestre note
+ par canti, e muova le lanose gote,
+
+
+%117
+
+e dica ch'ella è bianca più che il latte,
+ ma più superba assai ch'una vitella,
+ e che molte ghirlande gli ha già fatte,
+ e serbali una cervia molto bella,
+ un orsacchin che già col can combatte;
+ e che per lei si macera e sfragella,
+ e che ha gran voglia di saper notare
+ per andare a trovarla insin nel mare.
+
+
+%118
+
+Duo formosi delfini un carro tirono: \sinossi{Galatea}
+ sovresso è Galatea che 'l fren corregge,
+ e quei notando parimente spirono;
+ ruotasi attorno più lasciva gregge:
+ qual le salse onde sputa, e quai s'aggirono,
+ qual par che per amor giuochi e vanegge;
+ la bella ninfa colle suore fide
+ di sì rozo cantor vezzosa ride.
+
+
+%119
+
+Intorno al bel lavor serpeggia acanto,
+ di rose e mirti e lieti fior contesto;
+ con varii augei sì fatti, che il lor canto
+ pare udir nelli orecchi manifesto:
+ né d'altro si pregiò Vulcan mai tanto,
+ né 'l vero stesso ha più del ver che questo;
+ e quanto l'arte intra sé non comprende,
+ la mente imaginando chiaro intende.
+
+
+%120
+
+Questo è 'l loco che tanto a Vener piacque, \sinossi{Epilogo}
+ a Vener bella, alla madre d'Amore;
+ qui l'arcier frodolente prima nacque,
+ che spesso fa cangiar voglia e colore,
+ quel che soggioga il cel, la terra e l'acque,
+ che tende alli occhi reti, e prende il core,
+ dolce in sembianti, in atti acerbo e fello,
+ giovene nudo, faretrato augello.
+
+
+%121
+
+Or poi che ad ale tese ivi pervenne,
+ forte le scosse, e giù calassi a piombo,
+ tutto serrato nelle sacre penne,
+ come a suo nido fa lieto colombo:
+ l'aier ferzato assai stagion ritenne
+ della pennuta striscia il forte rombo:
+ ivi racquete le triunfante ale,
+ superbamente inver la madre sale.
+
+
+%122
+
+Trovolla assisa in letto fuor del lembo,
+ pur mo' di Marte sciolta dalle braccia,
+ il qual roverso li giacea nel grembo,
+ pascendo gli occhi pur della sua faccia:
+ di rose sovra a lor pioveva un nembo
+ per rinnovarli all'amorosa traccia;
+ ma Vener dava a lui con voglie pronte
+ mille baci negli occhi e nella fronte.
+
+
+%123
+
+Sovra e d'intorno i piccioletti Amori
+ scherzavon nudi or qua or là volando:
+ e qual con ali di mille colori
+ giva le sparte rose ventilando,
+ qual la faretra empiea de' freschi fiori,
+ poi sovra il letto la venia versando,
+ qual la cadente nuvola rompea
+ fermo in su l'ale, e poi giù la scotea.
+
+
+%124
+
+Come avea delle penne dato un crollo,
+ così l'erranti rose eron riprese:
+ nessun del vaneggiar era satollo;
+ quando apparve Cupido ad ale tese,
+ ansando tutto, e di sua madre al collo
+ gittossi, e pur co' vanni el cor li accese,
+ allegro in vista, e sì lasso ch'a pena
+ potea ben, per parlar, riprender lena.
+
+
+%125
+
+`Onde vien, figlio, o qual n'apporti nuove?',
+ Vener li disse, e lo baciò nel volto:
+ `Onde esto tuo sudor? qual fatte hai pruove?
+ qual dio, qual uomo hai ne' tuo' lacci involto?
+ Fai tu di nuovo in Tiro mughiar Giove?
+ o Saturno ringhiar per Pelio folto?
+ Che che ciò sia, non umil cosa parmi,
+ o figlio, o sola mia potenzia et armi'.
+
+
+
+\libro {Secondo}
+
+\Nstanza{0}
+
+
+%1
+
+Eron già tutti alla risposta intenti
+ e pargoletti intorno all'aureo letto,
+ quando Cupido con occhi ridenti,
+ tutto protervo nel lascivo aspetto,
+ si strinse a Marte, e colli strali ardenti
+ della faretra gli ripunse il petto,
+ e colle labra tinte di veleno
+ baciollo, e 'l fuoco suo gli misse in seno.
+
+
+%2
+
+Poi rispose alla madre: `E' non è vana
+ la cagion che sì lieto a te mi guida:
+ ch'i' ho tolto dal coro di Diana
+ el primo conduttor, la prima guida,
+ colui di cui gioir vedi Toscana,
+ di cui già insino al ciel la fama grida,
+ insino agl'Indi, insino al vecchio Mauro:
+ Iulio, minor fratel del nostro Lauro.
+
+
+%3
+
+L'antica gloria e 'l celebrato onore
+ chi non sa della Medica famiglia,
+ e del gran Cosmo, italico splendore,
+ di cui la patria sua si chiamò figlia?
+ E quanto Petro al paterno valore
+ n'aggiunse pregio, e con qual maraviglia
+ dal corpo di sua patria rimosse abbia
+ le scelerate man, la crudel rabbia?
+
+
+%4
+
+Di questo e della nobile Lucrezia
+ nacquene Iulio, e pria ne nacque Lauro:
+ Lauro che ancor della bella Lucrezia
+ arde, e lei dura ancor si mostra a Lauro,
+ rigida più che a Roma già Lucrezia,
+ o in Tessaglia colei che è fatta un lauro;
+ né mai degnò mostrar di Lauro agli occhi
+ se non tutta superba e suo' begli occhi.
+
+
+%5
+
+Non priego non lamento al meschin vale,
+ ch'ella sta fissa come torre al vento,
+ perch'io lei punsi col piombato strale,
+ e col dorato lui, di che or mi pento;
+ ma tanto scoterò, madre, queste ale,
+ che 'l foco accenderolli al petto drento:
+ richiede ormai da noi qualche restauro,
+ la lunga fedeltà del franco Lauro,
+
+
+%6
+
+che tutt'or parmi pur veder pel campo,
+ armato lui, armato el corridore,
+ come un fer drago gir menando vampo,
+ abatter questo e quello a gran furore,
+ l'armi lucenti sue sparger un lampo
+ che tremar faccin l'aier di splendore;
+ poi, fatto di virtute a tutti essemplo,
+ riportarne il trionfo al nostro templo.
+
+
+%7
+
+E che lamenti già le Muse ferno,
+ e quanto Apollo s'è già meco dolto
+ ch'i' tenga il lor poeta in tanto scherno!
+ et io con che pietà suo' versi ascolto!
+ ch'i' l'ho già visto al più rigido verno,
+ pien di pruina e crin, le spalle e 'l volto,
+ dolersi colle stelle e colla luna,
+ di lei, di noi, di suo crudel fortuna.
+
+
+%8
+
+Per tutto el mondo ha nostre laude sparte,
+ mai d'altro mai se non d'amor ragiona;
+ e potea dir le tue fatiche, o Marte,
+ le trombe e l'arme, e 'l furor di Bellona;
+ ma volle sol di noi vergar le carte,
+ e di quella gentil ch'a dir lo sprona:
+ ond'io lei farò pia, madre, al suo amante
+ ch'i' pur son tuo, non nato d'adamante.
+
+
+%9
+
+I' non son nato di ruvida scorza,
+ ma di te, madre bella, e son tuo figlio;
+ né crudele esser deggio, e lui mi sforza
+ a riguardarlo con pietoso ciglio.
+ Assai provato ha l'amorosa forza,
+ assai giaciuto è sotto 'l nostro artiglio;
+ giust'è ch'e' faccia ormai co' sospir triegua,
+ e del suo buon servir premio consegua.
+
+
+%10
+
+Ma 'l bel Iulio ch'a noi stato è ribello,
+ e sol di Delia ha seguito el trionfo,
+ or drieto all'orme del suo buon fratello
+ vien catenato innanzi al mio trionfo;
+ né mosterrò già mai pietate ad ello
+ finché ne porterà nuovo trionfo:
+ ch'i' gli ho nel cor diritta una saetta
+ dagli occhi della bella Simonetta.
+
+
+%11
+
+E sai quant'è nel petto e nelle braccia,
+ quanto sopra 'l destriero è poderoso:
+ pur mo' lo vidi sì feroce in caccia,
+ che parea il bosco di lui paventoso;
+ tutta aspreggiata avea la bella faccia,
+ tutto adirato, tutto era focoso.
+ Tal vid'io te là sovra el Termodonte
+ cavalcar, Marte, e non con esta fronte.
+
+
+%12
+
+Questa è, madre gentil, la mia vittoria;
+ quinci è 'l mio travagliar, quinci è 'l sudore;
+ così va sovra al cel la nostra gloria,
+ el nostro pregio, el nostro antico onore;
+ così mai scancellata la memoria
+ fia di te, madre, e del tuo figlio Amore;
+ così canteran sempre e versi e cetre
+ li stral, le fiamme, gli archi e le faretre'.
+
+
+%13
+
+Fatta ella allor più gaia nel sembiante,
+ balenò intorno uno splendor vermiglio,
+ da fare un sasso divenire amante,
+ non pur te, Marte; e tale ardea nel ciglio,
+ qual suol la bella Aurora fiammeggiante;
+ poi tutto al petto si ristringe el figlio,
+ e trattando con man suo chiome bionde,
+ tutto el vagheggia e lieta li risponde:
+
+
+%14
+
+`Assai, bel figlio, el tuo desir m'agrada,
+ che nostra gloria ognor più l'ale spanda;
+ chi erra torni alla verace strada,
+ obligo è di servir chi ben comanda.
+ Pur convien che di nuovo in campo vada
+ Lauro, e si cinga di nuova ghirlanda:
+ ché virtù nelli affanni più s'accende,
+ come l'oro nel fuoco più risplende.
+
+
+%15
+
+Ma prima fa mestier che Iulio s'armi
+ sì che di nostra fama el mondo adempi;
+ e tal del forte Achille or canta l'armi
+ e rinnuova in suo stil gli antichi tempi,
+ che diverrà testor de' nostri carmi,
+ cantando pur degli amorosi essempi:
+ onde la gloria nostra, o bel figliuolo,
+ vedrèn sopra le stelle alzarsi a volo.
+
+
+%16
+
+E voi altri, mie' figli, al popol tosco
+ lieti volgete le trionfante ale,
+ giten tutti fendendo l'aer fosco;
+ tosto prendete ognun l'arco e lo strale,
+ di Marte el dolce ardor sen venga vosco.
+ Or vedrò, figli, qual di voi più vale:
+ gite tutti a ferir nel toscan coro
+ ch'i' serbo a qual fie 'l primo un arco d'oro'.
+
+
+%17
+
+Tosto al suo dire ognuno arco e quadrella
+ riprende, e la faretra al fianco alluoga,
+ come, al fischiar del comito, sfrenella
+ la 'gnuda ciurma e remi, e mette in voga.
+ Già per l'aier ne va la schiera snella,
+ già sopra la città calon con foga:
+ così e vapor pel bel seren giù scendono,
+ che paion stelle mentre l'aier fendono.
+
+
+%18
+
+Vanno spiando gli animi gentili
+ che son dolce esca all'amoroso foco;
+ sovress'e' batton forte i lor fucili,
+ e fanli apprender tutti a poco a poco.
+ L'ardor di Marte, ine' cor giovenili
+ s'affige, e quelli infiamma del suo gioco;
+ e mentre stanno involti nel sopore,
+ pare a' gioven far guerra per Amore.
+
+
+%19
+
+E come quando il sol li Pesci accende,
+ tutta la terra è di suo virtù pregna,
+ che poscia a primavera fuor si estende,
+ mostrando al cel verde e fiorita insegna;
+ così ne' petti ove lor foco scende
+ s'abbarbica un disio che drento regna,
+ un disio sol d'eterna gloria e fama,
+ che le 'nfiammate menti a virtù chiama.
+
+
+%20
+
+Esce sbandita la viltà d'ogni alma,
+ e, benché tarda sia, Pigrizia fugge;
+ a libertate l'una e l'altra palma
+ legon gli Amori, e quella irata rugge.
+ Solo in disio di gloriosa palma
+ ogni cor giovenil s'accende e strugge;
+ e dentro al petto sorpriso dal sonno
+ li spirite' d'amor posar non ponno.
+
+
+%21
+
+E così mentre ognun dormendo langue,
+ ne' lacci è 'nvolto onde già mai non esce;
+ ma come suol fra l'erba el picciol angue
+ tacito errare, o sotto l'onde el pesce,
+ sì van correndo per l'ossa e pel sangue
+ gli ardenti spiritelli, e 'l foco cresce.
+ Ma Vener, com'e suo' alati corrieri
+ vide partiti, mosse altri pensieri.
+
+
+%22
+
+Pasitea fe' chiamar, del Sonno sposa,
+ Pasitea, delle Grazie una sorella,
+ Pasitea che dell'altre è più amorosa,
+ quella che sovra a tutte è la più bella;
+ e disse: `Muovi, o ninfa graziosa,
+ truova el consorte tuo, veloce e snella:
+ fa che e' mostri al bel Iulio tale imago,
+ che 'l facci di mostrarsi al campo vago'.
+
+
+%23
+
+Così le disse; e già la ninfa accorta
+ correa sospesa per l'aier serena;
+ quete sanza alcun rombo l'ale porta,
+ e lo ritruova in men che non balena.
+ Al carro della Notte el facea scorta,
+ e l'aria intorno avea di Sogni piena,
+ di varie forme e stranier portamenti,
+ e facea racquetar li fiumi e i venti.
+
+
+%24
+
+Come la ninfa a' suoi gravi occhi apparve,
+ col folgorar d'un riso gliele aperse:
+ ogni nube dal ciglio via disparve,
+ che la forza del raggio non sofferse.
+ Ciascun de' Sogni drento alle lor larve
+ gli si fe' incontro, e 'l viso discoverse;
+ ma lei, poi che Morfeo con gli altri scelse,
+ gli chiese al Sonno, e tosto indi si svelse.
+
+
+%25
+
+Indi si svelse, e di quanto convenne
+ tosto ammonilli, e partì sanza posa;
+ a pena tanto el ciglio alto sostenne,
+ che fatta era già tutta sonnacchiosa;
+ vassen volando sanza muover penne,
+ e ritorna a sua dea, lieta e gioiosa.
+ Gli scelti Sogni ad ubidir s'affrettono
+ e sotto nuove fogge si rassettono:
+
+
+%26
+
+quali i soldati che di fuor s'attendono,
+ quando sanza sospetto et arme giacciono,
+ per suon di tromba al guerreggiar s'accendono,
+ vestonsi le corazze e gli elmi allacciono,
+ e giù dal fianco le spade sospendono,
+ grappon le lance e' forti scudi imbracciono;
+ e così divisati i destrier pungono
+ tanto ch'alla nimica schiera giungono.
+
+
+%27
+
+Tempo era quando l'alba s'avicina,
+ e divien fosca l'aria ove era bruna;
+ e già 'l carro stellato Icaro inchina,
+ e par nel volto scolorir la luna:
+ quando ciò ch'al bel Iulio el cel destina
+ mostrono i Sogni, e sua dolce fortuna;
+ dolce all'entrar, all'uscir troppo amara,
+ però che sempre dolce al mondo è rara.
+
+
+%28
+
+Pargli veder feroce la sua donna,
+ tutta nel volto rigida e proterva,
+ legar Cupido alla verde colonna
+ della felice pianta di Minerva,
+ armata sopra alla candida gonna,
+ che 'l casto petto col Gorgon conserva;
+ e par che tutte gli spennecchi l'ali,
+ e che rompa al meschin l'arco e li strali.
+
+
+%29
+
+Ahimè, quanto era mutato da quello
+ Amor che mo' tornò tutto gioioso!
+ Non era sovra l'ale altero e snello,
+ non del trionfo suo punto orgoglioso:
+ anzi merzé chiamava el meschinello
+ miseramente, e con volto pietoso
+ gridando a Iulio: `Miserere mei,
+ difendimi, o bel Iulio, da costei'.
+
+
+%30
+
+E Iulio a lui dentro al fallace sonno
+ parea risponder con mente confusa:
+ `Come poss'io ciò far dolce mio donno,
+ ché nell'armi di Palla è tutta chiusa?
+ Vedi i mie' spirti che soffrir non ponno
+ la terribil sembianza di Medusa,
+ e 'l rabbioso fischiar delle ceraste
+ e 'l volto e l'elmo e 'l folgorar dell'aste'.
+
+
+%31
+
+`Alza gli occhi, alza, Iulio, a quella fiamma
+ che come un sol col suo splendor t'adombra:
+ quivi è colei che l'alte mente infiamma,
+ e che de' petti ogni viltà disgombra.
+ Con essa, a guisa di semplice damma,
+ prenderai questa ch'or nel cor t'ingombra
+ tanta paura, e t'invilisce l'alma;
+ ché sol ti serba lei trionfal palma'.
+
+
+%32
+
+Così dicea Cupido, e già la Gloria
+ scendea giù folgorando ardente vampo:
+ con essa Poesia, con essa Istoria
+ volavon tutte accese del suo lampo.
+ Costei parea ch'ad acquistar vittoria
+ rapissi Iulio orribilmente in campo,
+ e che l'arme di Palla alla sua donna
+ spogliassi, e lei lasciassi in bianca gonna.
+
+
+%33
+
+Poi Iulio di suo spoglie armava tutto,
+ e tutto fiammeggiar lo facea d'auro;
+ quando era al fin del guerreggiar condutto,
+ al capo gl'intrecciava oliva e lauro.
+ Ivi tornar parea suo gioia in lutto:
+ vedeasi tolto il suo dolce tesauro,
+ vedea suo ninfa in trista nube avolta,
+ dagli occhi crudelmente esserli tolta.
+
+
+%34
+
+L'aier tutta parea divenir bruna,
+ e tremar tutto dello abisso il fondo;
+ parea sanguigno el cel farsi e la luna,
+ e cader giù le stelle nel profondo.
+ Poi vede lieta in forma di Fortuna
+ surger suo ninfa e rabbellirsi il mondo,
+ e prender lei di sua vita governo,
+ e lui con seco far per fama eterno.
+
+
+%35
+
+Sotto cotali ambagi al giovinetto
+ fu mostro de' suo' fati il leggier corso:
+ troppo felice, se nel suo diletto
+ non mettea morte acerba il crudel morso.
+ Ma che puote a Fortuna esser disdetto,
+ ch'a nostre cose allenta e stringe il morso?
+ Né val perch'altri la lusinghi o morda,
+ ch'a suo modo ne guida e sta pur sorda.
+
+
+%36
+
+Adunque il tanto lamentar che giova?
+ A che di pianto pur bagnar le gote,
+ se pur convien che lei ne guidi e muova?
+ Se mortal forza contro a lei non puote?
+ Se con sue penne il nostro mondo cova,
+ e tempra e volge, come vuol, le rote?
+ Beato qual da lei suo' pensier solve,
+ e tutto drento alla virtù s'involve!
+
+
+%37
+
+O felice colui che lei non cura
+ e che a' suoi gravi assalti non si arrende,
+ ma come scoglio che incontro al mar dura,
+ o torre che da Borea si difende,
+ suo' colpi aspetta con fronte sicura,
+ e sta sempre provisto a sua vicende!
+ Da sé sol pende, e 'n se stesso si fida,
+ né guidato è dal caso, anzi lui guida.
+
+
+%38
+
+Già carreggiando il carro Aurora lieta
+ di Pegaso stringea l'ardente briglia;
+ surgea del Gange el bel solar pianeta,
+ raggiando intorno coll'aurate ciglia;
+ già tutto parea d'oro il monte Oeta,
+ fuggita di Latona era la figlia;
+ surgevon rugiadosi in loro stelo
+ li fior chinati dal notturno gelo.
+
+
+%39
+
+La rondinella sovra al nido allegra,
+ cantando salutava il nuovo giorno;
+ e già de' Sogni la compagnia negra
+ a sua spilonca avean fatto ritorno;
+ quando con mente insieme lieta et egra
+ si destò Giulio e girò gli occhi intorno:
+ gli occhi intorno girò tutto stupendo,
+ d'amore e d'un disio di gloria ardendo.
+
+
+%40
+
+Pargli vedersi tuttavia davanti
+ la Gloria armata in su l'ale veloce
+ chiamare a giostra e valorosi amanti,
+ e gridar `Iulio Iulio' ad alta voce.
+ Già sentir pargli le trombe sonanti,
+ già divien tutto nell'arme feroce:
+ così tutto focoso in piè risorge,
+ e verso il cel cota' parole porge:
+
+
+%41
+
+`O sacrosanta dea, figlia di Giove,
+ per cui il tempio di Ian s'apre e riserra,
+ la cui potente destra serba e muove
+ intero arbitrio di pace e di guerra;
+ vergine santa, che mirabil pruove
+ mostri del tuo gran nume in cielo e 'n terra,
+ che i valorosi cuori a virtù infiammi,
+ soccorrimi or, Tritonia, e virtù dammi.
+
+
+%42
+
+S'io vidi drento alle tue armi chiusa
+ la sembianza di lei che me a me fura;
+ s'io vidi il volto orribil di Medusa
+ far lei contro ad Amor troppo esser dura;
+ se poi mie mente dal tremor confusa
+ sotto il tuo schermo diventò secura;
+ s'Amor con teco a grande opra mi chiama,
+ mostrami il porto, o dea, d'eterna fama.
+
+
+%43
+
+E tu che drento alla 'nfocata nube
+ degnasti tua sembianza dimostrarmi,
+ e ch'ogni altro pensier dal cor mi rube,
+ fuor che d'amor dal qual non posso atarmi;
+ e m'infiammasti come a suon di tube
+ animoso caval s'infiamma all'armi,
+ fammi in tra gli altri, o Gloria, sì solenne,
+ ch'io batta insino al cel teco le penne.
+
+
+%44
+
+E s'io son, dolce Amor, s'io son pur degno
+ essere il tuo campion contro a costei,
+ contro a costei da cui con forza e 'ngegno,
+ se ver mi dice il sonno, avinto sei,
+ fa sì del tuo furor mio pensier pregno,
+ che spirto di pietà nel cor li crei:
+ mie virtù per se stesse ha l'ale corte,
+ perché troppo è 'l valor di costei forte.
+
+
+%45
+
+Troppo forte è, signor, il suo valore,
+ che, come vedi, il tuo poter non cura:
+ e tu pur suoli al cor gentile, Amore,
+ riparar come augello alla verdura.
+ Ma se mi presti il tuo santo furore,
+ leverai me sopra la tua natura;
+ e farai, come suol marmorea rota,
+ che lei non taglia e pure il ferro arrota.
+
+
+%46
+
+Con voi me 'n vengo, Amor, Minerva e Gloria,
+ ché 'l vostro foco tutto 'l cor m'avvampa:
+ da voi spero acquistar l'alta vittoria,
+ ché tutto acceso son di vostra lampa;
+ datemi aita sì che ogni memoria
+ segnar si possa di mia eterna stampa,
+ e facci umil colei ch'or mi disdegna:
+ ch'io porterò di voi nel campo insegna.
+
+\endVersus
+
+
+\opera{FABULA DI ORFEO}
+
+\Drama
+\Versus
+\numerus {1}
+\Facies \strophae {}
+\persona*[1]{Orfeo}
+
+\ottave
+\persona{Mercurio} \[annunziatore delle feste\]
+Silenzio. Udite. E' fu già un pastore
+figliuol d'Apollo, chiamato Aristeo.
+Costui amò con sì sfrenato ardore
+Euridice, che moglie fu di Orfeo,
+che seguendola un giorno per amore
+fu cagion del suo caso acerbo e reo:
+perché, fuggendo lei vicina all'acque,
+una biscia la punse; e morta giacque.
+
+Orfeo cantando all'Inferno la tolse,
+ma non poté servar la legge data,
+ché 'l poverel tra via dietro si volse
+sì che di nuovo ella gli fu rubata:
+però ma' più amar donna non volse,
+e dalle donne gli fu morte data.
+
+\0\[Sèguita un \persona{pastore schiavone}\,\]
+State tenta, bragata! Bono argurio,
+ché di cievol in terra vien Marcurio.
+
+\terzine
+\persona{Mopso}\[pastor vecchio\]
+
+Hai tu veduto un mio vitelin bianco,
+ch'ha una macchia nera in sulla fronte
+e duo piè rossi et un ginocchio e 'l fianco?
+
+\persona{Aristeo}\[pastor giovane\]
+Caro mio Mopso, a piè di questo fonte
+non son venuti questa mane armenti,
+ma senti' ben mugghiar là drieto al monte.
+Va', Tirsi, e guarda un poco se tu 'l senti.
+Tu, Mopso, intanto ti starai qui meco,
+ch'i' vo' ch'ascolti alquanto i mie' lamenti.
+Ier vidi sotto quello ombroso speco
+una ninfa più bella che Dïana,
+ch'un giovane amatore avea seco.
+Com'io vidi sua vista più che umana,
+subito mi si scosse il cor nel pecto
+e mie mente d'amor divenne insana:
+tal ch'io non sento, Mopso, più dilecto
+ma sempre piango, e 'l cibo non mi piace,
+e senza mai dormir son stato in letto.
+
+\persona{Mopso}\[pastore\]
+Aristeo mio, questa amorosa face
+se di spegnerla tosto non fai pruova,
+presto vedrai turbata ogni tua pace.
+Sappi ch'amor non m'è già cosa nuova;
+so come mal, quand'è vecchio, si regge:
+rimedia tosto, or che 'l rimedio giova.
+Se tu pigli Aristeo, suo dure legge,
+e' t'uscirà del capo e sciami et orti
+e vite e biade e paschi e mandre e gregge.
+
+\persona{Aristeo}\[pastore\]
+Mopso, tu parli queste cose a' morti:
+sì che non spender meco tal parole,
+acciò che 'l vento via non se le porti.
+Aristeo ama e disamar non vuole,
+né guarir cerca di sì dolce doglie:
+quel loda Amor che di lui ben si duole.
+Ma se punto ti cal delle mie voglie,
+deh, tra' fuor della tasca la zampogna,
+{\numerus{} e canteren sotto l'ombrose foglie:
+}
+\numerus*{+0}ch'i' so che la mia ninfa el canto agogna.
+
+\persona{Canzona pastorale:}
+\canzona
+
+Udite, selve, mie dolce parole,
+poi che la ninfa mia udir non vuole.
+
+La bella ninfa è sorda al mio lamento
+e 'l suon di nostra fistula non cura:
+di ciò si lagna el mio cornuto armento,
+né vuol bagnar il grifo in acqua pura;
+non vuol toccar la tenera verdura,
+tanto del suo pastor gl'incresce e dole.
+
+Udite, selve, mie dolce parole.
+
+Ben si cura l'armento del padrone:
+la ninfa non si cura dell'amante,
+la bella ninfa che di sasso ha 'l core,
+anzi di ferro, anzi l'ha di diamante.
+Ella fugge da me sempre davante
+com'agnella dal lupo fuggir suole.
+
+Udite, selve, mie dolce parole.
+
+Digli, zampogna mia, come via fugge
+cogli anni insieme suo bellezza snella
+e digli come 'l tempo ne distrugge,
+né l'età persa mai si rinnovella:
+digli che sappi usar suo forma bella,
+ché sempre mai non son rose e viole.
+
+Udite, selve, mie dolce parole.
+
+Portate, venti, questi dolci versi
+drento all'orecchie della donna mia:
+dite quante io per lei lacrime versi
+e la pregate che crudel non sia;
+dite che la mie vita fugge via
+e si consuma come brina al sole.
+
+Udite, selve, mie dolce parole,
+poi che la ninfa mia udir non vuole.
+\ottave
+
+\persona{Mopso} \[pastore risponde\]
+El non è tanto el mormorio piacevole
+delle fresche acque che d'un sasso piombano,
+né quanto soffia un ventolino agevole
+fra le cime de' pini e quelle trombano,
+quanto le rime tue son sollazzevole,
+le rime tue che per tutto rimbombano:
+s'ella l'ode, verrà com'una cucciola.
+Ma ecco Tirsi che del monte sdrucciola.
+\0 \[Sèguita pur \persona{Mopso}\]
+Ch'è del vitello? ha'lo tu ritrovato?
+
+\persona{Tirsi} \[servo risponde\]
+Sì ho; così gli avessi el collo mozzo!
+ché poco men che non m'ha sbudellato,
+sì corse per volermi dar di cozzo.
+Pur l'ho poi nella mandria raviato,
+ma ben so dirti che gli ha pieno il gozzo:
+i' ti so dir che gli ha stivata l'epa
+in un campo di gran, tanto che crepa.
+
+Ma io ho vista una gentil donzella
+che va cogliendo fiori intorno al monte.
+I' non credo che Vener sia più bella,
+più dolce in acto o più superba in fronte:
+e parla e canta in sì dolce favella
+che i fiumi isvolgerebbe inverso il fonte;
+di neve e rose ha 'l volto e d'or la testa,
+tutta soletta e sotto bianca vesta.
+
+\persona{Aristeo} \[pastore\]
+Rimanti, Mopso, ch'i' la vo' seguire,
+perché l'è quella di chi io t'ho parlato.
+
+\persona{Mopso} \[pastore\]
+Guarda, Aristeo, che 'l troppo grande ardire
+non ti conduca in qualche tristo lato.
+
+\persona{Aristeo}\[pastore\]
+O mi convien questo giorno morire,
+o tentar quanta forza abbia 'l mie fato.
+Rimanti, Mopso, intorno a questo fonte,
+ch'i' vogl'ire a trovalla sopra 'l monte.
+
+\persona{Mopso} \[a Tirsi\]
+O Tirsi, che ti par del tuo car sire?
+Vedi tu quanto d'ogni senso è fore!
+Tu gli potresti pur talvolta dire
+quanta vergogna gli fa questo amore.
+
+\persona{Tirsi}\[risponde\]
+O Mopso, al servo sta bene ubidire,
+e matto è chi comanda al suo signore.
+Io so che gli è più saggio assai che noi:
+a me basta guardar le vacche e ' buoi.
+
+ \persona{Aristeo}\[ad Euridice\]
+ \Progressio \numerus {3334}
+ \Forma \strophae {1 {\penalty 100} 00%
+ 1 {\penalty 100} 00%
+ 1 {\penalty 100} 00%
+ 1 {\penalty 100} 000}
+Non mi fuggire, donzella,
+ch'i' ti son tanto amico
+e che più t'amo che la vita e 'l core.
+Ascolta, o ninfa bella,
+ascolta quel ch'i' dico;
+non fuggir, ninfa, chi ti porta amore.
+Non son qui lupo o orso,
+ma son tuo amatore:
+dunque rafrena il tuo volante corso.
+Poi che el pregar non vale
+e tu via ti dilegui,
+e' convien ch'io ti segui.
+Porgimi, Amor, porgimi or le tue ale!
+
+\(\1, cantando sopra il monte in su la lira e seguenti versi latini, li
+quali a proposito di messer Baccio Ugolino, attore de ditta persona
+d'Orfeo, sono in onore del Cardinale Mantuano, fu interrotto da uno
+pastore nunciatore della morte de Euridice:\)
+
+{\slshape \saffiche
+O meos longum modulata lusus
+ quos amor primam docuit iuventam,
+ flecte nunc mecum numeros novumque
+ dic, lyra, carmen:
+ non quod hirsutos agat huc leones;
+ sed quod et frontem domini serenet,
+ et levet curas, penitusque doctas
+ mulceat aures.
+ Vindicat nostros sibi iure cantus
+ qui colit vates citharamque princeps;
+ ille cui sacro rutilus refulget
+ crine galerus;
+ ille cui flagrans triplici corona
+ cinget auratam diadema frontem.
+ Fallor? an vati bonus haec canenti
+ dictat Apollo?
+ Phoebe, quae dictas rata fac, precamur!
+ Dignus est nostrae dominus Thaliae,
+ cui celer versa fluat Hermus uni
+ aureus urna;
+ cui tuas mittat, Cytherea, conchas
+ conscius primi Phaetontis Indus;
+ ipsa cui dives properet beatum
+ Copia cornu.
+ Quippe non gazam pavidus repostam
+ servat, Aeaeo similis draconi:
+ sed vigil Famam secat, ac peremni
+ imminet aevo.
+ Ipsa Phoebeae vacat aula turbae
+ dulcior blandis Heliconis umbris:
+ et vocans doctos patet ampla toto
+ ianua poste.
+ Sic refert magnae titulis superbum
+ stemma Gonzagae recidiva virtus,
+ gaudet et fastos superare avitos
+ aemulus haeres.
+ Scilicet stirpem generosa suco
+ poma commendant; timidumque nunquam
+ vulturem foeto Iovis acer ales
+ extudit ovo.
+ Curre iam toto violentus amne,
+ o sacris Minci celebrate Musis!
+ Ecce Moecenas tibi nunc Maroque
+ contigit uni!
+ Iamque vicinas tibi subdat undas
+ vel Padus multo resonans olore,
+ quamlibet flentes animosus alnos
+ astraque iactet.
+ Candidas ergo volucres notarat
+ Mantuam condens Tiberinus Ocnus,
+ nempe quem Parcae docuit benignae
+ conscia mater.
+}
+\(i)Seguitando Aristeo Euridice, ella si fugge drento alla Selva,
+dove punta dal serpente grida, e simile Aristeo.\)
+\ottave
+{\SpatiumSupra \personam {}
+\0 \[Segue poi \persona{Un Pastore} ad Orfeo così\]
+}
+Crudel novella ti rapporto, Orfeo:
+che tuo ninfa bellissima è defunta.
+Ella fuggiva l'amante Aristeo,
+ma quando fu sopra la riva giunta,
+da un serpente venenoso e reo
+ch'era fra l'erb'e fior, nel piè fu punta:
+e fu tanto possente e crudo el morso
+ch'ad un tratto finì la vita e 'l corso.
+
+\1 \[si lamenta per la morte di Euridice\]
+Dunque piangiamo, o sconsolata lira,
+ché più non si convien l'usato canto.
+Piangiam, mentre che 'l ciel ne' poli agira
+e Filomela ceda al nostro pianto.
+O cielo, o terra, o mare! o sorte dira!
+Come potrò soffrir mai dolor tanto?
+Euridice mia bella, o vita mia,
+senza te non convien che 'n vita stia.
+
+Andar convienmi alle tartaree porte
+e provar se là giù merzé s'empetra.
+Forse che svolgeren la dura sorte
+co' lacrimosi versi, o dolce cetra;
+forse ne diverrà pietosa Morte
+ché già cantando abbiam mosso una pietra,
+la cervia e 'l tigre insieme avemo accolti
+e tirate le selve, e ' fiumi svolti.
+
+\1 \[cantando giugne all'inferno\]
+Pietà! Pietà! del misero amatore
+pietà vi prenda, o spiriti infernali.
+Qua giù m'ha scorto solamente Amore,
+volato son qua giù colle sue ali.
+Posa, Cerbero, posa il tuo furore,
+ché quando intenderai tutte e' mie mali,
+non solamente tu piangerai meco,
+ma qualunque è qua giù nel mondo cieco.
+
+Non bisogna per me, Furie, mugghiare,
+non bisogna arricciar tanti serpenti:
+se voi sapessi le mie doglie amare,
+faresti compagnia a' mie lamenti.
+Lasciate questo miserel passare
+ch'ha 'l ciel nimico e tutti gli elementi,
+che vien per impetrar merzé da Morte:
+dunque gli aprite le ferrate porte.
+
+\persona{Pluto} \[pieno di maraviglia dice così\]
+Chi è costui che con suo dolce nota
+muove l'abisso, e con l'ornata cetra?
+I' veggo fissa d'Issïon la rota,
+Sisifo assiso sopra la sua petra
+e le Belide star con l'urna vota,
+né più l'acqua di Tantalo s'arretra;
+e veggo Cerber con tre bocche intento
+e le Furie aquietate al pio lamento.
+
+\persona{Minos} \[a Plutone\]
+Costui vien contro le legge de' Fati
+ che non mandan qua giù carne non morta.
+ Forse, o Pluton, che con latenti aguati
+ per torti il regno qualche inganno porta.
+ Gli altri, che similmente sono intrati
+ come costui la irremeabil porta,
+ sempre ci fur con tua vergogna e danno:
+ sii cauto, o Pluton, qui cova inganno.
+
+\1 \[genuflesso a Plutone dice così\]
+O regnator di tutte quelle genti
+ch'hanno perduto la superna luce,
+al qual discende ciò che gli elementi,
+ciò che natura sotto 'l ciel produce,
+udite la cagion de' mie' lamenti.
+Pietoso amor de' nostri passi è duce:
+non per Cerber legar fei questa via,
+ma solamente per la donna mia.
+
+Una serpe tra' fior nascosa e l'erba
+mi tolse la mia donna, anzi il mio core:
+ond'io meno la vita in pena acerba,
+né posso più resistere al dolore.
+Ma se memoria alcuna in voi si serba
+del vostro celebrato antico amore,
+se la vecchia rapina a mente avete,
+Euridice mie bella mi rendete.
+
+Ogni cosa nel fine a voi ritorna,
+ogni cosa mortale a voi ricade:
+quanto cerchia la luna con suo corna
+convien ch'arrivi alle vostre contrade.
+Chi più chi men tra' superi soggiorna,
+ognun convien ch'arrivi a queste strade;
+quest'è de' nostri passi estremo segno:
+poi tenete di noi più longo regno.
+
+Così la ninfa mia per voi si serba
+quando suo morte gli darà natura.
+Or la tenera vite e l'uva acerba
+tagliata avete colla falce dura.
+Chi è che mieta la sementa in erba
+e non aspetti che la sia matura?
+Dunque rendete a me la mia speranza:
+i' non vel cheggio in don, quest'è prestanza.
+
+Io ve ne priego pelle turbide acque
+della palude Stigia e d'Acheronte;
+pel Caos onde tutto el mondo nacque
+e pel sonante ardor di Flegetonte;
+pel pomo ch'a te già, regina, piacque
+quando lasciasti pria nostro orizonte.
+E se pur me la nieghi iniqua sorte,
+io non vo' su tornar, ma chieggio morte.
+
+\persona{Proserpina} \[a Plutone dice così\]
+Io non credetti, o dolce mie consorte,
+che Pietà mai venisse in questo regno:
+or la veggio regnare in nostra corte
+et io sento di lei tutto 'l cor pregno;
+né solo i tormentati, ma la Morte
+veggio che piange del suo caso indegno:
+dunque tua dura legge a lui si pieghi,
+pel canto, pell'amor, pe' giusti prieghi.
+
+\persona{Pluto} \[risponde ad Orfeo e dice così\]
+Io te la rendo, ma con queste leggi:
+che la ti segua per la ceca via,
+ma che tu mai la suo faccia non veggi
+finché tra' vivi pervenuta sia;
+dunque el tuo gran disire, Orfeo, correggi,
+se non, che tolta subito ti fia.
+I' son contento che a sì dolce plettro
+s'inchini la potenza del mio scettro.
+
+\0\[\1 ritorna, redenta Euridice, cantando certi versi alegri che sono de
+Ovidio accommodati al proposito\]
+
+{\slshape \Progressio \numerus {4} \Forma \strophae {1{\penalty 200}0}
+Ite triumphales circum mea tempora lauri!
+ Vicimus: Euridice reddita vita mihi est.
+ Haec est praecipuo victoria digna triumpho:
+ huc ades, o cura parte triumphe mea.
+}
+
+\Progressio \numerus {6} \Forma \strophae {100000}
+
+\persona{Euridice}\[si lamenta con Orfeo per essergli tolta sforzatamente\]
+Oimè, che 'l troppo amore
+n'ha disfatti ambedua.
+Ecco ch'i' ti son tolta a gran furore,
+né sono ormai più tua.
+Ben tendo a te le braccia, ma non vale,
+ché 'ndrieto son tirata. Orfeo mie, vale!
+
+\1, \[seguendo Euridice, dice così\]
+Oimè, se' mi tu tolta,
+Euridice mie bella? O mie furore,
+o duro fato, o ciel nimico, o Morte!
+O troppo sventurato el nostro amore!
+Ma pur un'altra volta
+convien ch'i' torni alla plutonia corte.
+
+\0\[Volendo Orfeo di nuovo tornare a Plutone, \persona{Una Furia}
+se li oppone e dice così:\]
+
+\Progressio \numerus {4} \Forma \strophae {1000}
+
+Più non venire avanti, anzi 'l piè ferma
+e di te stesso omai teco ti dole:
+vane son tuo parole,
+vano el pianto e 'l dolor. Tua legge è ferma.
+
+\ottave
+
+\1 \[si duole della sua sorte\]
+Qual sarà mai sì miserabil canto
+che pareggi il dolor del mie gran danno?
+O come potrò mai lacrimar tanto
+ch'i' sempre pianga el mio mortale affanno?
+Starommi mesto e sconsolato in pianto
+per fin ch'e' cieli in vita mi terranno:
+e poi che sì crudele è mia fortuna,
+già mai non voglio amar più donna alcuna.
+
+Da qui innanzi vo' côr e fior novelli,
+la primavera del sesso migliore,
+quando son tutti leggiadretti e snelli:
+quest'è più dolce e più soave amore.
+Non sie chi mai di donna mi favelli,
+po' che mort'è colei ch'ebbe 'l mio core;
+chi vuol commerzio aver co' mie' sermoni
+di feminile amor non mi ragioni.
+
+Quant'è misero l'huom che cangia voglia
+per donna o mai per lei s'allegra o dole,
+o qual per lei di libertà si spoglia
+o crede a suo' sembianti, a suo parole!
+Ché sempre è più leggier ch'al vento foglia
+e mille volte el dì vuole e disvole;
+segue chi fugge, a chi la vuol s'asconde,
+e vanne e vien come alla riva l'onde.
+
+Fanne di questo Giove intera fede,
+che dal dolce amoroso nodo avinto
+si gode in cielo il suo bel Ganimede;
+e Febo in terra si godea Iacinto;
+a questo santo amore Ercole cede
+che vinse il mondo e dal bello Ila è vinto:
+conforto e' maritati a far divorzio,
+e ciascun fugga el feminil consorzio.
+
+\persona{Una Baccante} \[indignata invita le compagne alla morte di Orfeo\]
+Ecco quel che l'amor nostro disprezza!
+O, o, sorelle! O, o, diamoli morte!
+Tu scaglia il tirso; e tu quel ramo spezza;
+tu piglia o sasso o fuoco e gitta forte;
+tu corri e quella pianta là scavezza.
+O, o, facciam che pena el tristo porte!
+O, o, caviangli il cor del petto fora!
+Mora lo scelerato, mora! mora!
+
+\0 \[Torna la \persona{Baccante} con la testa di Orfeo e dice così\]
+
+O, o! O, o! mort'è lo scelerato!
+Euoè! Bacco, Bacco, i' ti ringrazio!
+Per tutto 'l bosco l'abbiamo stracciato,
+tal ch'ogni sterpo è del suo sangue sazio.
+L'abbiamo a membro a membro lacerato
+in molti pezzi con crudele strazio.
+Or vadi e biasimi la teda legittima!
+Euoè Bacco! accepta questa vittima!
+
+
+\0 \[Sacrificio delle \persona{Baccante} in onore di Bacco\]
+
+\canzona
+{\Locus \textus {+3em}
+
+Ognun segua, Bacco, te!
+Bacco, Bacco, euoè!
+
+Chi vuol bevere, chi vuol bevere,
+venga a bevere, venga qui.
+Voi 'mbottate come pevere:
+i' vo' bevere ancor mi!
+Gli è del vino ancor per ti,
+lascia bevere inprima a me.
+
+Ognun segua, Bacco, te!
+
+Io ho voto già il mio corno:
+damm'un po' 'l bottazzo qua!
+Questo monte gira intorno,
+e 'l cervello a spasso va.
+Ognun corra 'n za e in là
+come vede fare a me.
+
+Ognun segua, Bacco, te!
+
+I' mi moro già di sonno:
+son io ebria, o sì o no?
+Star più ritte in piè non ponno:
+voi siate ebrie, ch'io lo so!
+Ognun facci come io fo:
+ognun succi come me!
+
+Ognun segua, Bacco, te!
+
+Ognun cridi: Bacco, Bacco!
+e pur cacci del vin giù.
+Po' co' suoni faren fiacco:
+bevi tu, e tu, e tu!
+I' non posso ballar più.
+Ognun cridi: euoè!
+
+Ognun segua, Bacco, te!
+Bacco, Bacco, euoè!
+}
+\endVersus
+\endDrama
+
+\Facies \incipit {\textsc{#1#2}}
+\opera{CANZONI A BALLO}
+\Locus \textus {\auto}
+\newenvironment{canzone}[1]{%
+ \Facies \titulus {\MakeUppercase{\romannumeral##1}}
+ \SpatiumSupra {5ex plus 1ex minus 1ex}
+ \SpatiumInfra {3ex plus .5ex minus .5ex}
+ \titulus{#1}
+ \versus
+ \numerus{1}
+ \Progressio \numerus {26}%
+ \Forma \strophae {10{.5ex}(100000{.5ex}}%
+ \incipit*
+ }{\endversus}
+
+\begin{canzone}{3}
+I' mi trovai, fanciulle, un bel mattino
+ di mezzo maggio in un verde giardino.
+
+ Erano intorno violette e gigli,
+ fra l'erba verde, e vaghi fior novelli,
+ azzurri, gialli, candidi e vermigli:
+ ond'io porsi la mano a c\^or di quelli
+ per adornare e' mie' biondi capelli,
+ e cinger di grillanda el vago crino.
+
+Ma poi ch'i' ebbi pien di fiori un lembo,
+ vidi le rose, e non pur d'un colore;
+ io colsi allor per empier tutto el grembo,
+ perch'era sì soave il loro odore
+ che tutto mi senti' destare el core
+ di dolce voglia e d'un piacer divino.
+
+I' posi mente: quelle rose allora
+ mai non vi potrei dir quant'eran belle!
+ Quale scoppiava dalla boccia ancora
+ quale erano un po' passe e qual novelle.
+ Amor mi disse allor: ``Va' co' di quelle
+ che più vedi fiorite in sullo spino.''
+
+Quando la rosa ogni suo foglia spande,
+ quando più bella, quando più gradita,
+ allora buona a mettere in ghirlande,
+ prima che sua bellezza sia fuggita.
+ sicché, fanciulle, mentre è più fiorita,
+ coglian la bella rosa del giardino.
+
+\end{canzone}
+\begin{canzone}{4}
+I' mi trovai un dì tutto soletto,
+ in un bel prato per pigliar diletto.
+ Non credo che nel mondo sia un prato
+ dove sien l'erbe di sì vaghi odori:
+ ma quand'io fu' nel verde un pezzo entrato,
+ mi ritrovai tra mille vaghi fiori,
+ bianchi e vermigli, e di cento colori;
+ fra' qual senti' cantare uno augelletto.
+
+Era 'l suo canto sì soave e bello
+ che tutto 'l mondo innamorar facea.
+ I' m'acostai pian pian per veder quello:
+ vidi che 'l capo e l'ali d'oro avea,
+ ogni altra penna di rubin parea,
+ ma 'l becco di cristallo, e 'l collo e 'l petto.
+
+I' lo volli pigliar, tanto mi piacque,
+ ma tosto si levò per l'aria a volo
+ e ritornossi al nido ove si nacque.
+ I' mi son misso a seguirlo sol solo.
+ Ben crederei pigliarlo ad un lacciuolo,
+ s'i' lo potessi trar fuori dal boschetto.
+
+I' gli potrei ben tender qualche rete,
+ ma da po' che 'l cantar gli piace tanto,
+ sanz'altra ragna o sanz'altra parete
+ mi vo' provar di pigliarlo col canto.
+ E quest'è la cagion per ch'i' pur canto:
+ che questo vago augel cantando alletto.
+
+\end{canzone}
+\begin{canzone}{6}
+ \Progressio \numerus {35}%
+ \Forma \strophae {100(10000)}%
+
+Questo mostrarsi adirata di fore,
+ donna, non mi dispiace
+ purch'io stie 'n pace poi col vostro core.
+ Ma perch'i' son del vostro amore incerto,
+ cogli occhi mi consiglio:
+ quivi veggio 'l mio bene e 'l mie' mal certo:
+ ché, se movete un ciglio,
+ subito piglio speranza d'amore.
+
+Se poi vi veggio in atto disdegnosa,
+ par che 'l cor si disfaccia;
+ e credo allor di non poter far cosa,
+ donna, che mai vi piaccia,
+ così s'adiaccia et arde a tutte l'ore.
+Ma se talor qualche pietà mostrassi
+ negli occhi, o diva stella,
+ voi faresti d'amore ardere e' sassi:
+ pietà fa donna bella,
+ pietà è quella, onde amor nasce e more.
+
+\end{canzone}
+\begin{canzone}{7}
+ \Progressio \numerus {37}%
+ \Forma \strophae [7] {100(10)}%
+
+Io ti ringrazio, Amore,
+ d'ogni pena e tormento,
+ e son contento omai d'ogni dolore.
+
+Contento son di quanto ho mai soferto,
+ signor, nel tuo bel regno,
+ poi che per tua merzé, sanza mio merto,
+ m'hai dato sì gran pegno,
+ poi che m'hai fatto degno
+ d'un sì beato riso,
+ che in paradiso n'ha portato il core.
+
+In paradiso el cor n'hanno portato
+ que' begli occhi ridenti,
+ ov'io ti vidi, Amore, star celato
+ colle tue fiamme ardenti.
+ O vaghi occhi lucenti
+ che 'l cor tolto m'avete,
+ onde traete sì dolce valore?
+
+I' ero già della mia vita in forse:
+ Madonna in bianca vesta
+ con un riso amoroso mi socorse,
+ lieta, bella e onesta;
+ dipinta avea la testa
+ di rosa e di viole,
+ gli occhi che 'l sole avanzon di splendore.
+
+\end{canzone}
+\begin{canzone}{8}
+
+Chi non sa come fatto el paradiso,
+ guardi Ipolita mia negli occhi fiso.
+
+Dagli occhi della Ipolita discende,
+ cinto di fiamme, uno angiolel d'amore
+ che' freddi petti come un'esca accende
+ e con tanta dolcezza strugge 'l core,
+ ch'e' va dicendo in mentre che si more:
+ ``Felice a me ch'i' sono in paradiso!''
+Dagli occhi dell'Ipolita si muove
+ virtù che scorre con tanta fierezza,
+ ch'i' la somiglio al folgorar di Giove,
+ e rompe il ferro e 'l diamante spezza:
+ ma la ferita ha in sé tanta dolcezza,
+ che chi la sente è proprio in paradiso.
+
+Dagli occhi della bella Leoncina
+ piove letizia tanto onesta e grave,
+ ch'ogni mente superba a lei s'inchina,
+ e par la vista sua tanto soave
+ che d'ogni chiuso cor volge la chiave,
+ onde l'anima fugge in paradiso.
+
+Negli occhi di costei beltà si siede
+ che seco stessa dolce parla e ride;
+ negli occhi suoi tanta grazia si vede
+ quanta nel mondo mai per uom si vide:
+ ma qualunche costei cogli occhi uccide,
+ lo risucita poi guardandol fiso.
+
+
+\end{canzone}
+
+\begin{canzone}{9}
+ \Progressio \numerus {48}%
+ \Forma \strophae {1000(10*7)}%
+
+Deh, udite un poco, amanti,
+ s'i' son bene sventurato:
+ una donna m'ha legato,
+ or non vuole udir miei pianti.
+
+Una donna el cor m'ha tolto,
+ or nol vuole, e non mel rende;
+ hammi un laccio al collo avolto,
+ ella m'arde, ella m'incende.
+ Quand'io grido, non m'intende,
+ quand'io piango, ella si ride;
+ non mi sana e non mi uccide,
+ tienmi pure in dolor tanti.
+
+\`E più bella assai che 'l sole,
+ più crudele ch'un serpente:
+ suo' be' modi e suo' parole,
+ di dolcezza empion la mente.
+ Quando ride, immantenente
+ tutto 'l ciel si rasserena:
+ questa bella mie' sirena
+ fa morirmi co' suo canti.
+
+Ecco l'ossa, ecco le carne,
+ ecco 'l core, ecco la vita:
+ o crudel, che vuo' tu farne?
+ Ecco l'anima smarrita:
+ ché rinnuovi mie' ferita,
+ e del sangue mio se' ingorda?
+ Questa bella aspida sorda,
+ chi verrà che me la incanti?
+
+\end{canzone}
+\begin{canzone}{13}
+ \Progressio \numerus {26}%
+ \Forma \strophae[6] {10(10)}%
+Ben venga Maggio \auto
+ e 'l gonfalon selvaggio!
+
+Ben venga primavera,
+ che vuol ch'uom s'inamori;
+ e voi, donzelle, a schiera
+ colli vostri amadori,
+ che di rose e di fiori
+ vi fate belle il maggio,
+
+venite alla frescura
+ delli verdi arbuscelli.
+ Ogni bella è sicura
+ fra tanti damigelli:
+ ché le fiere e gli uccelli
+ ardon d'amore il maggio.
+
+Chi giovane e bella,
+ deh non sie punto acerba,
+ ché non si rinnovella
+ l'età come fa l'erba;
+ nessuna stia superba
+ all'amadore il maggio.
+
+Ciascuna balli e canti
+ di questa schiera nostra:
+ ecco che i dolci amanti
+ van per voi, belle, in giostra.
+ Qual dura a lor si mostra,
+ farà sfiorire il maggio.
+
+Per prender le donzelle
+ si son gli amanti armati:
+ arendetevi, belle,
+ a' vostri innamorati!
+ Rendete e cuor furati,
+ non fate guerra il maggio.
+
+Chi l'altrui core invola
+ ad altrui doni el core.
+ Ma chi quel che vola?
+ è l'angiolel d'Amore
+ che viene a fare onore
+ con voi, donzelle, al maggio.
+
+Amor ne vien ridendo,
+ con rose e gigli in testa,
+ e vien di voi caendo:
+ fategli, o belle, festa.
+ Qual sarà più presta
+ a darli e fior del maggio?
+
+``Ben venga il peregrino!.''
+``Amor, che ne comandi?''
+``Ch'al suo amante il crino
+ ogni bella ingrillandi,
+ ché li zitelli e grandi
+ s'innamoran di maggio.''
+
+\end{canzone}
+
+\opera{EPIGRAMMATA LATINA}
+\Novus \titulus \titolo
+\Facies {\textsc{\romannumeral#1}}
+\SpatiumSupra {3ex}
+\SpatiumInfra {.5ex}
+\Novus \titulus \Titolo
+\Facies {\textsc{\MakeLowercase{#1}}}
+\SpatiumInfra {1ex}
+\Progressio \numerus {2}
+\Forma \strophae {0{\penalty 100}1}
+
+\titolo{86}
+\Titolo{In Ioctum pictorem}
+
+\begin{versus}
+\numerus{1}
+Ille ego sum per quem pictura extincta revixit,\auto
+cui quam recta manus tam fuit et facilis.
+Naturae deerat nostrae quod defuit arti,
+plus licuit nulli pingere nec melius.
+Miraris turrem egregiam, sacro aere sonantem?
+Haec quoque de modulo crevit ad astra meo.
+Denique, sum Ioctus. Quid opus fuit illa referre?
+Hoc nomen longi carminis instar erat.
+\end{versus}
+
+\titolo{92}
+\Titolo{In Philippum fratrem, pictorem}
+\begin{versus}
+\numerus{1}
+\Locus \textus {\previous}
+Conditus hic ego sum, picturae fama, Philippus;
+ nulli ignota meae est gratia mira manus.
+Artifices potui digitis animare colores,
+ sperataque animos fallere voce diu.
+Ipsa meis stupuit natura expressa figuris,
+ meque suis fassa est artibus esse parem.
+Marmoreo tumulo Medices Laurentius hic me
+ condidit; ante humili pulvere tectus eram.
+\end{versus}
+\opera{ELEGIAE}
+\titolo{5}
+\Titolo{In violas}
+
+\begin{versus}
+\numerus{1}
+Molles o violae, veneris munuscula nostrae,
+ dulce quibus tanti pignus amoris inest,
+quae vos, quae genuit tellus? quo nectare odoras \auto
+ sparserunt zephyri mollis et aura comas?
+Vosne in Acidaliis aluit Venus aurea campis?
+ Vosne sub Idalio pavit Amor nemore?
+His ego crediderim citharas ornare corollis
+ Permessi in roseo margine Pieridas;
+hoc flore ambrosios incingitur Hora capillos,
+ hoc tegit indociles Gratia blanda sinus;
+haec Aurora suae nectit redimicula fronti,
+ cum roseum verno pandit ab axe diem;
+talibus Hesperidum rutilant violaria gemmis,
+ floribus his pictum possidet aura nemus;
+his distincta pii ludunt per gramina manes,
+ hos foetus verna Chloridos herba parit.
+Felices nimium violae, quas carpserit illa
+ dextera quae miserum me mihi subripuit!
+Quas roseis digitis formoso admoverit ori
+ illi unde in me spicula torquet Amor!
+Forsitan et vobis haec illinc gratia venit,
+ tantus honor dominae spirat ab ore meae!
+Aspice lacteolo blanditur ut illa colore,
+ aspice purpureis ut rubet haec foliis:
+hic color est dominae, roseo cum dulce pudore
+ pingit lacteolas purpura grata genas.
+Quam dulcem labris, quam late spirat odorem!
+ En, violae, in vobis ille remansit odor.
+O fortunatae violae, mea vita meumque
+ delitium, o animi portus et aura mei,
+a vobis saltem, violae, grata ostula carpam,
+ vos avida tangam terque quaterque manu
+vos lachrymis satiabo meis, quae moesta per ora
+ perque sinum vivi fluminis instar eunt.
+Combibite has lachrymas, quae lentae pabula flammae
+ saevus Amor nostris exprimit ex oculis.
+Vivite perpetuum, violae, nec solibus aestus
+ nec vos mordaci frigore carpat hyems.
+Vivite perpetuum, miseri solamen amoris,
+ o violae, o nostri grata quies animi.
+Vos eritis mecum semper, vos semper amabo,
+ torquebor pulchra dum miser a domina
+dumque Cupidineae carpent mea pectora flamma
+ dum mecum stabunt et lachrymae et gemitus.
+\end{versus}
+\opera{ODAE}
+
+\titolo{6}
+\Titolo{Ad iuventutem}
+\begin{versus}
+\Progressio \numerus {4}
+\numerus{1}
+\Forma \strophae {1000}%
+Iam cornu gravidus praecipitem parat \auto
+afflatus subitis frigoribus fugam
+Autumnus pater et deciduas sinu
+frondes excipit arborum.
+ Cantant emeritis, Bacche, laboribus
+te nunc agricolae, sed male sobrios
+ventosae querulo murmure tibiae
+saltatu subigunt frui.
+ Nos anni rediens orbita sub iugo
+Musarum revocat, dulce ferentibus,
+porrectisque monent sidera noctibus,
+carpamus volucrem diem.
+ I mecum, docilis turba, biverticis
+Parnassi rapidis per iuga passibus,
+expers quo senii nos vocat et rogi
+consors gloria coelitum.
+ Nam me seu comitem, seu, iuvenes, ducem
+malitis, venio; nec labor auferet
+quaerentem tetricae difficili gradu
+virtutis penetralia.
+\end{versus}
+\newpage
+\titolo{11}
+\Titolo{In Laurentium Medicem}
+
+\begin{versus}
+\numerus{1}
+\Progressio \numerus {5}
+\Forma \strophae {10000}
+Quis dabit capiti meo \auto
+aquam, quis oculis meis
+fontem lachrymarum dabit,
+ut nocte fleam,
+ut luce fleam?
+ Sic turtur viduus solet,
+sic cycnus moriens solet,
+sic luscinia conqueri.
+Heu miser, miser!
+O dolor, dolor!
+ Laurus impetu fulminis
+illa illa iacet subito,
+laurus omnium celebris,
+Musarum choris,
+nympharum choris;
+ sub cuius patula coma
+et Phoebi lyra blandius,
+et vox dulcius insonat;
+nunc muta omnia,
+nunc surda omnia.
+ Quis dabit capiti meo
+aquam, quis oculis meis
+fontem lachrymarum dabit,
+ut nocte fleam,
+ut luce fleam?
+ Sic turtur viduus solet,
+sic cycnus moriens solet,
+sic luscinia conqueri.
+Heu miser, miser!
+O dolor, dolor!
+\end{versus}
+\end{document}
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/pythian7.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/pythian7.tex
new file mode 100644
index 0000000000..352da1d368
--- /dev/null
+++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/pythian7.tex
@@ -0,0 +1,101 @@
+\documentclass[11pt]{book}
+\usepackage[ibycus]{babel}[2005/05/21 v3.8g]
+\usepackage[repeat]{poetry}
+\usepackage{example}
+
+\TextWidth {4in}
+
+\pagestyle{empty}
+
+\Facies \numeri {\fontfamily{cmr}\selectfont\RelSize{-2}\oldstylenums{#1}}
+\Locus {\rightmargin}
+
+\Novus \numerus \Boeckh
+\Facies {%
+ \fontfamily{cmr}\selectfont \RelSize{-2}%
+ #5\relax
+ \oldstylenums{#1}%
+ \ifthenelse {\isempty #3}
+ {}
+ {\hbox{\kern.05em/\kern-.05em}\oldstylenums{#4}}%
+ \ifthenelse {\isempty #2}
+ {}
+ {\kern .05em#2}%
+ }
+
+\Novus \numerus \terni
+\Facies {\raisebox{1.5ex}[0pt][0pt]{\RelSize{-3}\oldstylenums{#1}}}
+\Progressio {3}
+
+\Locus \Boeckh {\leftmargin + \WidthOf{12-13}}
+\Locus \terni {\leftmargin +
+ \offset{\Boeckh} * \real{1.1} +2.5mm + \WidthOf{9}}
+
+\Locus \textus {+\offset{\terni} + 3mm}
+
+\Novus \textus \strophe
+\Facies {\fontfamily{cmr}\selectfont\RelSize{-2}#1}
+\Locus {\leftmargin + \offset{\terni}}
+\Modus {\aligned{right}}
+
+\begin{document}
+
+\ExampleTitle [l]{Pindari}{Pythia {\RelSize{-2}VII}}
+ {Le Pitiche \\[.5ex] Fondazione Lorenzo Valla\\
+ Mondadori, 1999}
+
+\begin{versus}
+
+\titulus {\RelSize{-1}\LetterSpace{MEGAKLEI AQHNAIWI IPPOIS}}
+\spatium {5ex}
+
+\numerus{1} \Boeckh{1} \terni{1} \strophe{Str.}
+
+ Ka'lliston ai( megalopo'lies )Aqa=nai
+ prooi'mion )Alkmanida=n eu)rusqenei= genea=|
+ krhpi=d' a)oida=n
+
+\numerus{5} \Boeckh*{=4/5}
+
+ i('ppoisi bale'sqai. e)pei` ti'na pa'tran, ti'na oi)=kon
+ nai'wn o)numa'ceai
+ e)pifane'steron
+ (Ella'di puqe'sqai;
+
+\terni{1} \strophe{Ant.}
+
+ pa'saisi ga`r poli'esi lo'gos o(milei=
+ )Erexqe'os a)stw=n, )'Apollon, oi(` teo'n ge do'mon
+ Puqw=ni di'a|
+
+\Boeckh*{=12/13}
+
+ qahto`n e)'teucan. a)'gonti de' me pe'nte me`n )Isqmoi=
+ ni=kai, mi'a d' e)kpreph`s
+ Dio`s )Olumpia's,
+
+\numerus{-1}
+
+ du'o d' a)po` Ki'rras,
+
+\terni{1} \strophe{Ep.}
+
+ w)= Mega'klees, u(mai' te kai` progo'nwn.
+ ne'a d' eu)pragi'a|
+
+\Boeckh{-1}\Boeckh*{18a}
+
+ xai'rw ti: to` d' a)'xnumai,
+ fqo'non a)meibo'menon
+
+\Boeckh{-1}\Boeckh*{19a} \numerus{+1}
+
+ ta` kala` e)'rga. fanti' ge ma`n
+ ou('tw ken a)ndri` parmoni'man
+ qa'lloisan eu)daimoni'an
+ ta` kai` ta` fe'resqai.
+
+\end{versus}
+\end{document}
+
+
diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/septem.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/septem.tex
new file mode 100644
index 0000000000..6beff67089
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@@ -0,0 +1,1484 @@
+\documentclass[11pt]{book}
+\usepackage[ibycus]{babel}[2005/05/21 v3.8g]
+\usepackage[pagestyles,outermarks,clearempty]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6]
+\usepackage[repeat]{drama}
+\usepackage{poetry}
+\usepackage{metre}
+\usepackage{example}
+
+\TextHeight {6in}
+\TextWidth {4.5in}
+
+\newpagestyle {MainMatterPage} {
+ \sethead []
+ [\selectlanguage{ibycus}\itshape\LetterSpace{AISXULOU}]
+ []
+ {}
+ {\selectlanguage{ibycus}\itshape\LetterSpace{EPTA EPI QHBAS}}
+ {}
+}
+
+
+\Facies \numeri {\RelSize{-2}\oldstylenums{#1}}
+\Locus {\rightmargin }
+
+\Novus \numerus \subnumerus
+\Facies {\latintext\RelSize{-3}\oldstylenums{#1}#3\oldstylenums{#4}}
+\Locus {\rightmargin - 1.66cm}
+\Modus {\aligned{left}}
+\Progressio {1}
+
+\Facies \personae {#1\ }
+\Forma {\hangafter 1 \hangindent 2.5em\relax}
+\Modus {\rangedleft{2.5em}}
+\SpatiumAnte {1.5em}
+\SpatiumSupra {0pt plus 1pt}
+
+\Facies \[{[#1]}
+
+\newcommand {\Persona}[1]{%
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+\begin{document}
+
+\pagestyle{empty}
+
+\ExampleTitle [l]{Aeschyli}{Septem contra Thebas}
+ {Aeschyli Tragoediae\\[.5ex]Oxford Classical Texts, 1966}
+
+
+\Drama
+
+
+\persona*[1]{Et.}
+\persona*[2]{Ag.}
+\persona*[3]{Xo.}
+\persona*[4]{An.}
+\persona*[5]{Is|.}
+\persona*[6]{Kh.}
+\persona*[9]{\obelos}
+\numerus{1}
+
+\titulus {\RelSize{1}\LetterSpace{EPTA EPI QHBAS}}
+
+\newpage
+
+\spatium {5\leading}
+
+\titulus {\RelSize{1}TA TOU DRAMATOS\, PROSOPA}
+
+\spatium {2\leading}
+
+{\itshape
+ \tabskip = 0pt plus 1fil
+ \halign to \textwidth {#&#\hfil\cr
+ ETEOKLHS&AGGELOS KATASKOPOS\cr \noalign{\vskip 1ex}
+ XOROS PARQENWN&ANTIGONH\cr \noalign{\vskip 1ex}
+ ISMHNH&KHRUC\cr}
+}
+
+\cleardoublepage \pagestyle{MainMatterPage} \thispagestyle{empty}
+
+\Versus
+
+\titulus {\RelSize{1}\LetterSpace{EPTA EPI QHBAS}}
+
+\vacua
+\vacua
+
+{\Persona{Eteoklhs}
+}
+Ka'dmou poli=tai, xrh` le'gein ta` kai'ria
+o('stis fula'ssei pra=gos e)n pru'mnh| po'lews
+oi)'aka nwmw=n, ble'fara mh` koimw=n u('pnw|.
+ei) me`n ga`r eu)= pra'caimen, ai)ti'a qeou=;
+ei) d' au)=q', o(` mh` ge'noito, sumfora` tu'xoi,
+)Eteokle'hs a)`n ei(=s polu`s kata` pto'lin
+u(mnoi=q' u(p' a)stw=n froimi'ois polurro'qois
+oi)mw'gmasi'n q', w(=n Zeu`s a)lechth'rios
+e)pw'numos ge'noito Kadmei'wn po'lei.
+u(ma=s de` xrh` nu=n, kai` to`n e)llei'pont' e)'ti
+h('bhs a)kmai'as kai` to`n e)'chbon xro'nw|,
+w('ran t' e)'xonq' e('kaston w('ste sumprepe's, \numerus*{13}
+blasthmo`n a)ldai'nonta sw'matos polu'n, \numerus*{12}
+po'lei t' a)rh'gein kai` qew=n e)gxwri'wn
+bwmoi=si, tima`s mh` 'caleifqh=nai' pote.
+te'knois te, Gh=| te mhtri', filta'th| trofw=|;
+h( ga`r ne'ous e('rpontas eu)menei= pe'dw|,
+a('panta pandokou=sa paidei'as o)'tlon,
+e)qre'yat' oi)khth=ras a)spidhfo'rous
+pistou`s o('pws ge'noisqe pro`s xre'os to'de.
+kai` nu=n me`n e)s to'd' h)=mar eu)= r(e'pei qeo's;
+xro'non ga`r h)'dh to'nde purghroume'nois
+kalw=s ta` plei'w po'lemos e)k qew=n kurei=.
+nu=n d' w(s o( ma'ntis fhsi'n, oi)wnw=n both'r,
+e)n w)si` nwmw=n kai` fresi'n, puro`s di'xa,
+xrhsthri'ous o)'rniqas a)yeudei= te'xnh|;
+ou(=tos toiw=nde despo'ths manteuma'twn
+le'gei megi'sthn prosbolh`n )Axaii'da
+nukthgorei=sqai ka)pibouleu'sein po'lei.
+a)ll' e)'s t' e)pa'lceis kai` pu'las purgwma'twn
+o(rma=sqe pa'ntes, sou=sqe su`n panteuxi'a|,
+plhrou=te qwrakei=a, ka)pi` se'lmasin
+pu'rgwn sta'qhte, kai` pulw=n e)p' e)co'dois
+mi'mnontes eu)= qarsei=te, mhd' e)phlu'dwn
+tarbei=t' a)'gan o('milon; eu)= telei= qeo's.
+skopou`s de` ka)gw` kai` katopth=ras stratou=
+e)'pemya, tou`s pe'poiqa mh` mata=n o(dw=|;
+kai` tw=nd' a)kou'sas ou)' ti mh` lhfqw= do'lw|.
+
+{\Persona{Aggelos kataskopos}
+}
+Eteo'klees, fe'riste Kadmei'wn a)'nac,
+h('kw safh= ta)kei=qen e)k stratou= fe'rwn,
+au)to`s kato'pths d' ei)'m' e)gw` tw=n pragma'twn;
+a)'ndres ga`r e(pta', qou'rioi loxage'tai,
+taurosfagou=ntes e)s mela'ndeton sa'kos
+kai` qigga'nontes xersi` taurei'ou fo'nou,
+)'Arh t', )Enuw', kai` filai'maton Fo'bon
+w(rkwmo'thsan h)` po'lei kataskafa`s
+qe'ntes lapa'cein a)'stu Kadmei'wn bi'a|,
+h)` gh=n qano'ntes th'nde fura'sein fo'nw|;
+mnhmei=a' q' au(tw=n toi=s tekou=sin e)s do'mous
+pro`s a('rm' )Adra'stou xersi`n e)'stefon, da'kru
+lei'bontes; oi)=ktos d' ou)'tis h)=n dia` sto'ma.
+sidhro'frwn ga`r qumo`s a)ndrei'a| fle'gwn
+e)'pnei, leo'ntwn w(s )'Arh dedorko'twn.
+kai` tw=nde pu'stis ou)k o)'knw| xroni'zetai.
+klhroume'nous d' e)'leipon, w(s pa'lw| laxw`n
+e('kastos au)tw=n pro`s pu'las a)'goi lo'xon.
+pro`s tau=t' a)ri'stous a)'ndras e)kkri'tous po'lews
+pulw=n e)p' e)co'doisi ta'geusai ta'xos;
+e)ggu`s ga`r h)'dh pa'noplos )Argei'wn strato`s
+xwrei=, koni'ei, pedi'a d' a)rghsth`s a)fro`s
+xrai'nei stalagmoi=s i(ppikw=n e)k pleumo'nwn.
+su` d' w('ste nao`s kedno`s oi)akostro'fos
+fra'cai po'lisma, pri`n kataigi'sai pnoa`s
+)'Arews; boa=| ga`r ku=ma xersai=on stratou=;
+kai` tw=nde kairo`n o('stis w)'kistos labe';
+ka)gw` ta` loipa` pisto`n h(merosko'pon
+o)fqalmo`n e('cw, kai` safhnei'a| lo'gou
+ei)dw`s ta` tw=n qu'raqen a)blabh`s e)'sh|.
+\1 w)= Zeu= te kai` Gh= kai` polissou=xoi qeoi',
+)Ara' t' )Erinu`s patro`s h( megasqenh's,
+mh' moi po'lin ge prumno'qen panw'leqron
+e)kqamni'shte dh|a'lwton, (Ella'dos
+fqo'ggon xe'ousan, kai` do'mous e)festi'ous;
+e)leuqe'ran de` gh=n te kai` Ka'dmou po'lin
+zugoi=si douli'oisi mh'pote sxeqei=n;
+ge'nesqe d' a)lkh'; cuna` d' e)lpi'zw le'gein;
+po'lis ga`r eu)= pra'ssousa dai'monas ti'ei.
+
+{\Persona{Xoros}
+}
+\9 qre'omai fobera` mega'l' a)'xh;
+meqei=tai strato's strato'pedon lipw`n
+r(ei= polu`s o('de lew`s pro'dromos i(ppo'tas;
+ai)qeri'a ko'nis me pei'qei fanei=s',
+a)'naudos safh`s e)'tumos a)'ggelos.
+e)'ti de` <ga=s> e)ma=s pedi'' o(plw=n ktu'pos,
+e(` e(' xri'mptetai
+
+\numerus{}
+(boa=|)
+\numerus*{=85}
+\9 pota=tai, bre'mei d'
+\numerus{+0}
+a)maxe'tou di'kan u('datos o)rotu'pou.
+i)w`,
+\9 i)w` i)w` qeoi` qeai' t' o)ro'menon
+kako`n a)leu'sate
+\numerus{}
+(boa=|)
+\numerus*{=90}
+\9 u(pe`r teixe'wn
+\numerus{+0}
+o( leu'kaspis o)'rnutai lao`s eu)-
+treph`s e)pi` po'lin diw'kwn [po'da].
+\9 ti's a)'ra r(u'setai, ti's a)'r' e)parke'sei
+qew=n h)` qea=n;
+po'tera dh=t' e)gw` <pa'tria> potipe'sw
+bre'th daimo'nwn;
+\9 i)w` ma'kares eu)'edroi,
+a)kma'zei brete'wn e)'xesqai; ti' me'l-
+lomen a)ga'stonoi;
+\9 a)kou'et' h)` ou)k a)kou'et' a)spi'dwn ktu'pon;
+\9 pe'plwn kai` stefe'wn po't' ei) mh` nu=n a)m-
+ fi` lita'n' e('comen;
+\9 ktu'pon de'doika; pa'tagos ou)x e(no`s doro's.
+\9 ti' r(e'ceis; prodw'seis, palai'xqwn
+ )'Arhs, ta`n tea'n;
+\9 i)w` xrusoph'lhc dai=mon e)'pid' e)'pi-
+ de po'lin a('n pot' eu)filh'tan e)'qou.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. a.} \numerus{}
+\9 qeoi` polia'oxoi pa'ntes i)'te xqono`s.
+
+\numerus*{110}
+i)'dete parqe'nwn
+i(ke'sion lo'xon doulosu'nas u('per.
+ku=ma [ga`r] peri` pto'lin doxmolo'fwn a)ndrw=n
+
+\numerus*{115}
+kaxla'zei pnoai=s )'Areos o)ro'menon.
+a)ll', w)= Zeu= pa'ter pantele's,
+pa'ntws a)'rhcon dai'+wn a('lwsin.
+
+\numerus*{120}
+)Arge'ioi de` po'lisma Ka'dmou
+kuklou=ntai; fo'bos d' a)rh'|wn o('plwn
+[donei=], dia` de' toi genu'wn i(ppi'wn
+kinu'rontai fo'non xalinoi'.
+e(pta` d' a)ga'nores pre'pontes stratou=
+
+\numerus*{125}
+dorussoi=s sagai=s
+pu'lais e(bdo'mais Prosi'stantai pa'lw| laxo'ntes.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a(nt. a.}
+su' t', w)= Diogene`s filo'maxon kra'tos,
+r(usi'polis genou=,
+
+\numerus*{130}
+Palla's, o(' q' i('ppios pontome'dwn a)'nac
+i)xqubo'lw| Poseida'wn maxana=|,
+e)pi'lusin fo'bwn, e)pi'lusin di'dou.
+
+\numerus*{135}
+su' t', )'Arhs, feu=, feu=, po'lin e)pw'numon
+Ka'dmou fu'lacon kh'desai' t' e)nargw=s.
+
+\numerus*{140}
+kai` Ku'pris, a('t' ei)= ge'nous proma'twr,
+a)'leuson; se'qen ga`r e)c ai('matos
+gego'namen; litai=si' se qeoklu'tois
+a)utou=sai pelazo'mesqa.
+
+\numerus*{145}
+kai` su', Lu'kei' a)'nac, Lu'keios genou=
+stratw=| dai'+w| sto'nwn a)nti'tas.
+su' t', w)= Latoge'nei-
+a kou'ra, to'con eu)tuka'zou [)'Artemi fi'la].
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. b.}
+e)` e)` e)` e)',
+\numerus*{152}
+o)'tobon a(rma'twn a)mfi` po'lin klu'w;
+w)= po'tni' ('Hra.
+e)'lakon a)co'nwn briqome'nwn xno'ai;
+)'Artemi fi'la, e)` e)` e)` e)',
+
+\numerus*{155}
+doriti'naktos ai)qh`r d' e)pimai'netai.
+ti' po'lis a)'mmi pa'sxei, ti' genh'setai;
+poi= d' e)'ti te'los e)pa'gei qeo's;
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a(nt. b.}
+e)` e)` e)` e)',
+a)krobo'lwn d' e)pa'lcewn liqa`s e)'rxetai;
+w)= fi'l' )'Apollon.
+
+\numerus*{160}
+ko'nabos e)n pu'lais xalkode'twn sake'wn,
+pai= Dio's, o('qen
+polemo'kranton a(gno`n te'los e)n ma'xa|;
+su' te, ma'kair' a)'nass' )'Ogka, pro` po'lews
+
+\numerus*{165}
+e(pta'pulon e('dos e)pirru'ou.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. g.}
+i)w` panarkei=s qeoi',
+i)w` te'leioi te'leiai' te ga=s
+ta=sde purgofu'lakes,
+po'lin dori'ponon mh` prodw=q'
+
+\numerus*{170}
+e(terofw'nw| stratw=|.
+klu'ete parqe'nwn klu'ete pandi'kws
+xeiroto'nous lita's.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a(nt. g.}
+i)w` fi'loi dai'mones,
+
+\numerus*{175}
+luth'rioi' <t'> a)mfiba'ntes po'lin,
+dei'caq' w(s filopo'leis,
+me'lesqe' q' i(erw=n dhmi'wn,
+melo'menoi d' a)rh'cate;
+filoqu'twn de' toi po'leos o)rgi'wn
+\numerus*{180}
+mnh'stores e)ste' moi.
+
+\1 u(ma=s e)rwtw=, qre'mmat' ou)k a)nasxeta',
+h)= tau=t' a)'rista kai` po'lei swth'ria,
+stratw=| te qa'rsos tw=|de purghroume'nw|,
+
+\numerus{185}
+bre'th pesou'sas pro`s polissou'xwn qew=n
+au)'ein, laka'zein, swfro'nwn mish'mata;
+mh't' e)n kakoi=si mh't' e)n eu)estoi= fi'lh|
+cu'noikos ei)'hn tw=| gunaikei'w| ge'nei.
+kratou=sa me`n ga`r ou)x o(milhto`n qra'sos,
+dei'sasa d' oi)'kw| kai` po'lei ple'on kako'n.
+kai` nu=n poli'tais ta'sde diadro'mous fuga`s
+qei=sai dierroqh'sat' a)'yuxon ka'khn;
+ta` tw=n qu'raqen d' w(s a)'rist' o)fe'lletai,
+au)toi` d' u(p' au)tw=n e)'ndoqen porqou'meqa.
+toiau=ta' ta)`n gunaici` sunnai'wn e)'xois.
+kei) mh' tis a)rxh=s th=s e)mh=s a)kou'setai,
+a)nh`r gunh' te xw)' ti tw=n metai'xmion,
+yh=fos kat' au)tw=n o)leqri'a bouleu'setai,
+leusth=ra dh'mou d' ou)' ti mh` fu'gh| mo'ron.
+me'lei ga`r a)ndri', mh` gunh` bouleue'tw,
+ta)'cwqen; e)'ndon d' ou)=sa mh` bla'bhn ti'qei.
+h)'kousas h)` ou)k h)'kousas, h)` kwfh=| le'gw;
+
+\3 w)= fi'lon Oi)di'pou te'kos, e)'deis' a)kou'-
+sasa to`n a(rmato'ktupon o)'tobon o)'tobon,
+o('te te su'rigges e)'klagcan e(li'troxoi,
+i(ppikw=n t' a)pu'an phdali'wn dia` sto'ma
+purigeneta=n xalinw=n.
+
+\1 ti' ou)=n; o( nau'ths a)=ra mh` 's prw=|ran fugw`n
+pru'mnhqen hu(=re mhxanh`n swthri'as,
+new`s kamou'shs ponti'w| pro`s ku'mati;
+
+\3 a)ll' e)pi` daimo'nwn pro'dromos h)=lqon a)r-
+xai=a bre'th, qeoi=si pi'sunos, nifa'dos
+o('t' o)loa=s neifome'nas bro'mos e)n pu'lais.
+dh` to't' h)'rqhn fo'bw| pro`s maka'rwn lita's, po'lews
+i('n' u(pere'xoien a)lka'n.
+
+\1 pu'rgon ste'gein eu)'xesqe pole'mion do'ru.
+ou)kou=n ta'd' e)'stai pro`s qew=n. a)ll' ou)=n qeou`s
+tou`s th=s a(lou'shs po'leos e)klei'pein lo'gos.
+
+\3 mh'pot' e)mo`n kat' ai)w=na li'poi qew=n
+a('de pana'guris, mhd' e)pi'doimi ta'nd'
+a)studromoume'nan po'lin kai` stra'teum'
+a(pto'menon puri` dai'+w|.
+
+\1 mh' moi qeou`s kalou=sa bouleu'ou kakw=s.
+peiqarxi'a ga'r e)sti th=s eu)praci'as
+mh'thr, gunh` swth=ros. w(=d' e)'xei lo'gos.
+
+\3 e)'sti. qeou= d' e)'t' i)sxu`s kaquperte'ra.
+polla'ki d' e)n kakoi=si to`n a)ma'xanon
+ka)k xalepa=s du'as u('perq' o)mma'twn
+krhmnamena=n nefela=n o)rqoi=.
+
+\1 a)ndrw=n ta'd' e)sti', sfa'gia kai` xrhsth'ria
+qeoi=sin e('rdein polemi'wn peirwme'nous.
+so`n d' au)= to` siga=n kai` me'nein ei)'sw do'mwn.
+
+\3 dia` qew=n po'lin nemo'meq' a)da'maton,
+dusmene'wn d' o)'xlon pu'rgos a)poste'gei.
+ti's ta'de ne'mesis stugei=;
+
+\1 ou)'toi fqonw= soi daimo'nwn tima=n ge'nos.
+a)ll' w(s poli'tas mh` kakospla'gxnous tiqh=|s,
+eu)'khlos i)'sqi mhd' a)'gan u(perfobou=.
+
+\3 a('ma potai'nion klu'ousa pa'tagon
+tarbosu'nw| fo'bw| ta'nd' e)s a)kro'ptoloin,
+ti'mion e('dos, i(ko'man.
+
+\1 mh' nun, e)a`n qnh'|skontas h)` tetrwme'nous
+pu'qhsqe, kwkutoi=sin a`rpali'zete.
+tou'tw| ga`r )'Arhs bo'sketai, f'nw| brotw=n.
+
+\3 kai` mh`n a)kou'w g' i(ppikw=n fruagma'twn.
+\1 mh' nun a)kou'ous' e)mfanw=s a)'kou' a)'gan.
+\3 ste'nei po'lisma gh=qen, w(s kukloume'nwn.
+\1 ou)kou=n e)'m' a)rkei= tw=nde bouleu'ein pe'ri.
+\3 de'doik', a)ragmo`s d' e)n pu'lais o)fe'lletai.
+\1 ou) si=ga mhde`n tw=nd' e)rei=s kata` pto'lin;
+\3 w)= cunte'leia, mh` prodw=|s purgw'mata.
+\1 ou)k e)s fqo'ron sigw=s' a)nasxh'sh| ta'de;
+\3 qeoi` poli=tai, mh' me doulei'as tuxei=n.
+\1 au)th` su` douloi=s ka)me` kai` pa=san po'lin.
+\3 w)= pagkrate`s Zeu=, tre'yon ei)s e)xqrou`s be'los.
+\1 w)= Zeu=, gunaikw=n oi(=on w)'pasas ge'nos.
+\3 moxqhro'n, w('sper a)'ndras w(=n a(lw=| po'lis.
+\1 palinstomei=s au)= qigga'nous' a)galma'twn;
+\3 a)yuxi'a| ga`r glw=ssan a(rpa'zei fo'bos.
+\1 ai)toume'nw| moi kou=fon ei) doi'hs te'los.
+\3 le'gois a)`n w(s ta'xista, kai` ta'x' ei)'somai.
+\1 si'ghson, w)= ta'laina, mh` fi'lous fo'bei.
+\3 sigw=. su`n a)'llois pei'somai to` mo'rsimon.
+\1 tou=t' a)nt' e)kei'nwn tou)'pos ai(rou=mai se'qen.
+kai` pro's ge tou'tois, e)kto`s ou)=s' a)galma'twn,
+eu)'xou ta` krei'ssw, cumma'xous ei)=nai qeou's.
+ka)mw=n a)kou'sas' eu)gma'twn, e)'peita su`
+o)lolugmo`n i(ero`n eu)menh= paiw'nison,
+(Ellhniko`n no'misma qusta'dos boh=s,
+qa'rsos fi'lois, lu'ousa pole'mion fo'bon.
+e)gw` de` xw'ras toi=s polissou'xois qeoi=s,
+pediono'mois te ka)gora=s e)pisko'pois,
+Di'rkhs te phgai=s, u('dati' t' )Ismhnou= le'gw
+eu)= cuntuxo'ntwn kai` po'lews seswme'nhs,
+mh'loisin ai(ma'ssontas e(sti'as qew=n,
+tauroktonou=ntas qeoi=sin, w(=d' e)peu'xomai
+qu'sein tropai=a, dai'+wn d' e)sqh'mata,
+ste'yw pro` naw=n, polemi'wn d' e)sqh'mata.
+toiau=t' e)peu'xou mh` filosto'nws qeoi=s,
+mhd' e)n matai'ois ka)gri'ois poifu'gmasin.
+ou) ga'r ti ma=llon mh` fu'gh|s to` mo'rsimon.
+e)gw` de' g' a)'ndras e(`c e)moi` su`n e(bdo'mw|
+a)nthre'tas e)xqroi=si to`n me'gan tro'pon
+ei)s e(ptateixei=s e)co'dous ta'cw molw'n,
+pri`n a)gge'lous sperxnou's te kai` taxurro'qous
+lo'gous i(ke'sqai kai` fle'gein xrei'as u('po.
+
+{\Persona{Xoros}
+}
+\strophe {str. a.}
+me'lei, fo'bw| d' ou)x u(pnw'ssei ke'ar.
+gei'tones de` kardi'as
+me'rimnai zwpurou=si ta'rbos
+to`n a)mfiteixh= lew'n,
+dra'kontas w('s tis te'knwn
+u(perde'doiken lexai-
+'wn duseuna'toras
+pa'ntromos peleia's.
+toi` me`n ga`r poti` pu'rgous
+pandamei` panomilei`
+stei'xousin. ti' ge'nwmai;
+toi` d' e)p' a)mfibo'loisin
+i)a'ptousi poli'tais
+xerma'd' o)krio'essan.
+panti` tro'pw|, Diogenei=s
+qeoi', po'lin kai` strato`n
+Kadmogenh= r(u'esqe.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. a.}
+poi=on d' a)mei'yesqe gai'as pe'don
+ta=sd' a)'reion, e)xqroi=s
+a)fe'ntes ta`n baqu'xqon' ai)=an,
+u('dwr te Dirkai=on, eu)-
+trafe'staton pwma'twn
+o('swn i('hsin Posei-
+da=n o( gaia'oxos
+Thqu'os te pai=des.
+pro`s ta'd', w)= poliou=xoi
+qeoi', toi=si me`n e)'cw
+pu'rgwn a)ndrole'teiran
+kh=ra, r(i'yoplon a)'tan,
+e)mbalo'ntes a)'roisqe
+ku=dos toi=sde poli'tais.
+kai` po'lews r(u'tores <e)'st'>
+eu)'edroi' te sta'qht'
+o)cugo'ois litai=sin.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. b.}
+oi)ktro`n ga`r po'lin w(=d' w)gugi'an
+)Ai'da| proi+a'yai, doro`s a)'gran
+douli'an yafara=| spodw=|
+u(p' a)ndro`s )Axaiou= qeo'qen
+perqome'nan a)ti'mws,
+ta`s de` kexeirwme'nas a)'gesqai,
+e)` e)', ne'as te kai` palaia`s
+i(pphdo`n ploka'mwn, perir-
+rhgnume'nwn fare'wn. boa=|
+d' e)kkenoume'na po'lis,
+lai'+dos o)llume'nas micoqro'ou.
+barei'as toi tu'xas protarbw=.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. b.}
+klauto`n d' a)rtitro'pois w)modro'pois
+nomi'mwn propa'roiqen diamei=yai
+dwma'twn stugera`n o(do'n.
+ti'; to`n fqi'menon ga`r prole'gw
+be'ltera tw=nde pra'ssein.
+polla` ga'r, eu)=te pto'lis damasqh=|,
+e)` e)', dustuxh= te pra'ssei.
+a)'llos d' a)'llon a)'gei, foneu'-
+ei, ta` de` purforei=. kapnw=|
+[de`] xrai'netai po'lism' a('pan.
+maino'menos d' e)pipnei= laoda'mas
+miai'nwn eu)se'beian )'Arhs.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. g.}
+korkorugai` d' a)n' a)'stu, proti` [pto'lin] d' o(rka'na
+purgw=tis.
+pro`s a)ndro`s d' a)nh`r
+<a)mfi`> dori` kli'netai.
+blaxai` d' ai(mato'essai
+
+\numerus{}
+tw=n e)pimastidi'wn
+
+\numerus{350}
+a)rtitrefei=s bre'montai.
+a(rpagai` de` diadroma=n o(mai'mones.
+cumbolei= fe'rwn fe'ronti,
+kai` keno`s keno`n kalei=,
+cu'nnomon qe'lwn e)'xein,
+ou)'te mei=on ou)'t' i)'son lelimme'noi.
+ta)k tw=nd' ei)ka'sai lo'gos pa'ra.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. g.}
+pantodapo`s de` karpo`s xama'dis pesw`n
+a)lgu'nei kurh'sas. pikro`n d'
+o)'mma qalamhpo'lwn.
+polla` d' a)krito'furtos
+ga=s do'sis ou)tidanoi=s
+e)n r(oqi'ois forei=tai.
+dmwi'des de` kainoph'mones ne'ai.
+tla'mon' eu)na`n ai)xma'lwton
+a)ndro`s eu)tuxou=ntos w(`s
+dusmenou=s u(perte'rou
+e)lpi's e)sti nu'kteron te'los molei=n,
+pagklau'twn a)lge'wn e)pi'rroqon.
+
+\9 o(' toi kato'pths, w(s e)moi` dokei=, stratou=
+peuqw' tin' h(mi=n, w)= fi'lai, ne'an fe'rei,
+spoudh=| diw'kwn pompi'mous xno'as podw=n.
+
+\9 kai` mh`n a)'nac o('d' au)to`s Oi)di'pou to'kos
+ei)s a)rti'kollon a)gge'lou lo'gon maqei=n.
+spoudh` de` kai` tou=d' ou)k a)parti'zei po'da.
+
+\2 le'goim' a)`n ei)dw`s eu)= ta` tw=n e)nanti'wn,
+w('s t' e)n pu'lais e('kastos ei)'lhxen pa'lon.
+Tudeu`s me`n h)'dh pro`s pu'laisi Proiti'sin
+bre'mei, po'ron d' )Ismhno`n ou)k e)a=| pera=n
+o( ma'ntis. ou) ga`r sfa'gia gi'gnetai kala'.
+Tudeu`s de` margw=n kai` ma'xhs lelimme'nos
+meshmbrinai=s klaggai=sin w(s dra'kwn boa=|.
+qei'nei d' o)nei'dei ma'ntin Oi)klei'dhn sofo'n,
+sai'nein mo'ron te kai` ma'xhn a)yuxi'a|.
+toiau=t' a)utw=n trei=s kataski'ous lo'fous
+sei'ei, kra'nous xai'twm', u(p' a)spi'dos d' e)'sw
+xalkh'latoi kla'zousi kw'dwnes fo'bon.
+e)'xei d' u(pe'rfron sh=m' e)p' a)spi'dos to'de,
+fle'gonq' u(p' a)'strois ou)rano`n tetugme'non.
+lampra` de` panse'lhnos e)n me'sw| sa'kei,
+pre'sbiston a)'strwn, nukto`s o)fqalmo's, pre'pei.
+toiau=t' a)lu'wn tai=s u(perko'mpois sagai=s
+boa=| par' o)'xqais potami'ais, ma'xhs e)rw=n,
+i('ppos xalinw=n w(`s katasqmai'nwn me'nei,
+o('stis boh`n sa'lpiggos o(rmai'nei me'nwn.
+ti'n' a)ntita'ceis tw=|de; ti's Proi'tou pulw=n
+klh'|qrwn luqe'ntwn prostatei=n fere'gguos;
+
+\1 ko'smon me`n a)ndro`s ou)'tin' a)`n tre'saim' e)gw',
+ou)d' e(lkopoia` gi'gnetai ta` sh'mata.
+lo'foi de` kw'dwn t' ou) da'knous' a)'neu doro's.
+kai` nu'kta tau'thn h(`n le'geis e)p' a)spi'dos
+a)'stroisi marmai'rousan ou)ranou= kurei=n,
+ta'x' a)`n ge'noito ma'ntis h( a)noi'a tini'.
+ei) ga`r qano'nti nu`c e)p' o)fqalmoi=s pe'soi,
+tw=| toi fe'ronti sh=m' u(pe'rkompon to'de
+ge'noit' a)`n o)rqw=s e)ndi'kws t' e)pw'numon,
+kau)to`s kaq' au(tou= th'nd' u('brin manteu'setai.
+e)gw` de` Tudei= kedno`n )Astakou= to'kon
+tw=nd' a)ntita'cw prosta'thn pulwma'twn,
+ma'l' eu)genh= te kai` to`n Ai)sxu'nhs qro'non
+timw=nta kai` stugou=nq' u(pe'rfronas lo'gous.
+ai)sxrw=n ga`r a)rgo's, mh` kako`s d' ei)=nai filei=.
+spartw=n d' a)p' a)ndrw=n, w(=n )'Arhs e)fei'sato,
+r(i'zwm' a)nei=tai, ka'rta d' e)'st' e)gxw'rios,
+Mela'nippos. e)'rgon d' e)n ku'bois )'Arhs krinei=.
+Di'kh d' o(mai'mwn ka'rta nin proste'lletai
+ei)'rgein tekou'sh| mhtri` pole'mion do'ru.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. a.}
+\3 to`n a(mo'n nun a)nti'palon eu)tuxei=n
+qeoi` doi=en, w(s dikai'ws po'lews
+pro'maxos o)'rnutai. tre'mw d' ai(math-
+fo'rous mo'rous u(pe`r fi'lwn
+o)lome'nwn i)de'sqai.
+
+\2 tou'tw| me`n ou('tws eu)tuxei=n doi=en qeoi'.
+Kapaneu`s d' e)p' )Hle'ktraisin ei)'lhxen pu'lais,
+gi'gas o('d' a)'llos tou= pa'ros lelegme'nou
+mei'zwn, o( ko'mpos d' ou) kat' a)'nqrwpon fronei=,
+pu'rgois d' a)peilei= dei'n', a(` mh` krai'noi tu'xh.
+qeou= te ga`r qe'lontos e)kpe'rsein po'lin
+kai` mh` qe'lonto's fhsin, ou)de` th`n Dio`s
+e)'rin pe'doi skh'yasan e)mpodw`n sxeqei=n.
+ta`s d' a)strapa's te kai` kerauni'ous bola`s
+meshmbrinoi=si qa'lpesin prosh'|kasen.
+e)'xei de` sh=ma gumno`n a)'ndra purfo'ron,
+fle'gei de` lampa`s dia` xerw=n w(plisme'nh.
+xrusoi=s de` fwnei= gra'mmasin `\LetterSpace{Pr{h'}{s|}w p{o'}lin.}'
+toiw=|de fwti` pe'mpe--ti's custh'setai,
+ti's a)'ndra kompa'zonta mh` tre'sas menei=;
+
+\1 kai` tw=|de ke'rdei ke'rdos a)'llo ti'ktetai.
+tw=n toi matai'wn a)ndra'sin fronhma'twn
+h( glw=ss' a)lhqh`s gi'gnetai kath'goros.
+Kapaneu`s d' a)peilei=, dra=n pareskeuasme'nos,
+qeou`s a)ti'zwn, ka)pogumna'zwn sto'ma
+xara=| matai'a| qnhto`s w)`n ei)s ou)rano`n
+pe'mpei gegwna` Zhni` kumai'nont' e)'ph.
+pe'poiqa d' au)tw=| cu`n di'kh| to`n purfo'ron
+h('cein kerauno'n, ou)de`n e)ch|kasme'non
+meshmbrinoi=si qa'lpesin toi=s h(li'ou.
+a)nh`r d' e)p' au)tw=|, kei) sto'margo's e)st' a)'gan,
+ai)'qwn te'taktai lh=ma, Polufo'ntou bi'a,
+fere'gguon frou'rhma, prostathri'as
+)Arte'midos eu)noi'aisi su'n t' a)'llois qeoi=s.
+le'g' a)'llon a)'llais e)n pu'lais ei)lhxo'ta.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. a.}
+\3 o)'loiq' o(`s po'lei mega'l' e)peu'xetai,
+keraunou= de' nin be'los e)pisxe'qoi,
+pri`n e)mo`n e)sqorei=n do'mon, pwlikw=n
+q' e(dwli'wn u(perko'pw|
+dori' pot' e)klapa'cai.
+
+\2 kai` mh`n to`n e)nteu=qen laxo'nta pro`s pu'lais
+le'cw. tri'tw| ga`r )Eteo'klw| tri'tos pa'los
+e)c u(pti'ou 'ph'dhsen eu)xa'lkou kra'nous,
+pu'laisi Nhi'sth|si prosbalei=n lo'xon.
+i('ppous d' e)n a)mpukth=rsin e)mbrimwme'nas
+dinei=, qelou'sas pro`s pu'lais peptwke'nai.
+fimoi` de` suri'zousi ba'rbaron tro'pon,
+mukthroko'mpois pneu'masin plhrou'menoi.
+e)sxhma'tistai d' a)spi`s ou) smikro`n tro'pon.
+a)nh`r [d'.] o(pli'ths kli'makos prosamba'seis
+stei'xei pro`s e)xqrw=n pu'rgon, e)kpe'rsai qe'lwn.
+boa=| de` xou)=tos gramma'twn e)n cullabai=s,
+w(s ou)d' a)`n )'Arhs sf' e)kba'loi purgwma'twn.
+kai` tw=|de fwti` pe'mpe to`n fere'gguon
+po'lews a)pei'rgein th=sde dou'lion zugo'n.
+
+\1 pe'mpoim' a)`n h)'dh to'nde, su`n tu'xh| de' tw|.
+kai` dh` pe'pemptai ko'mpon e)n xeroi=n e)'xwn,
+Megareu's, Kre'ontos spe'rma tou= spartw=n ge'nous,
+o(`s ou)'ti ma'rgwn i(ppikw=n fruagma'twn
+bro'mon fobhqei`s e)k pulw=n xwrh'setai,
+a)ll' h)` qanw`n trofei=a plhrw'sei xqoni',
+h)` kai` du'' a)'ndre kai` po'lism' e)p' a)spi'dos
+e(lw`n lafu'rois dw=ma kosmh'sei patro's.
+ko'mpaz' e)p' a)'llw|, mhde' moi fqo'nei le'gwn.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. b.}
+\3 e)peu'xomai tw=|de me`n eu)tuxei=n, i)w`
+pro'max' e)mw=n do'mwn, toi=si de` dustuxei=n.
+w(s d' u(pe'rauxa ba'zousin e)pi` pto'lei
+mainome'na| freni', tw's nin
+Zeu`s neme'twr e)pi'doi kotai'nwn.
+
+\2 te'tartos a)'llos, gei'tonas pu'las e)'xwn
+)'Ogkas )Aqa'nas, cu`n boh=| pari'statai,
+(Ippome'dontos sxh=ma kai` me'gas tu'pos.
+a('lw de` pollh'n, a)spi'dos ku'klon le'gw,
+e)'frica dinh'santos. ou)k a)'llws e)rw=.
+o( shmatourgo`s d' ou)' tis eu)telh`s a)'r' h)=n
+o('stis to'd' e)'rgon w)'pasen pro`s a)spi'di,
+Tufw=n' i(e'nta pu'rpnoon dia` sto'ma
+lignu`n me'lainan, ai)o'lhn puro`s ka'sin.
+o)'fewn de` plekta'naisi peri'dromon ku'tos
+proshda'fistai koiloga'storos ku'klou.
+au)to`s d' e)phla'lacen, e)'nqeos d' )'Arei
+bakxa=| pro`s a)lkh`n Quia`s w(`s fo'bon ble'pwn.
+toiou=de fwto`s pei=ran eu)= fulakte'on.
+Fo'bos ga`r h)'dh pro`s pu'lais kompa'zetai.
+
+\1 prw=ton me`n )'Ogka Palla's, h('t' a)gxi'ptolis,
+pu'laisi gei'twn, a)ndro`s e)xqai'rous' u('brin,
+ei)'rcei neossw=n w(`s dra'konta du'sximon.
+(Upe'rbios de', kedno`s Oi)'nopos to'kos,
+a)nh`r kat' a)'ndra tou=ton h(|re'qh, qe'lwn
+e)cistorh=sai moi=ran e)n xrei'a| tu'xhs,
+ou)'t' ei)=dos ou)'te qumo`n ou)d' o('plwn sxe'sin
+mwmhto's, (Ermh=s d' eu)lo'gws cunh'gagen.
+e)xqro`s ga`r a(nh`r a)ndri` tw=| custh'setai,
+cunoi'seton de` polemi'ous e)p' a)spi'dwn
+qeou's. o( me`n ga`r pu'rpnoon Tufw=n' e)'xei,
+(Uperbi'w| de` Zeu`s path`r e)p' a)spi'dos
+stadai=os h(=stai, dia` xero`s be'los fle'gwn.
+kou)'pw tis ei)=de Zh=na' pou nikw'menon.
+toia'de me'ntoi prosfi'leia daimo'nwn.
+pro`s tw=n kratou'ntwn d' e)sme'n, oi( d' h(sswme'nwn,
+\subnumerus*{517}
+ei) Zeu's ge Tufw= karterw'teros ma'xh|.
+\subnumerus*{519}
+ei)ko`s de` pra'cein a)'ndras w(=d' a)ntista'tas,
+\subnumerus*{518}
+(Uperbi'w| te pro`s lo'gon tou= sh'matos
+swth`r ge'noit' a)`n Zeu`s e)p' a)spi'dos tuxw'n.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. b.}
+\3 pe'poiqa <dh`> to`n Dio`s a)nti'tupon e)'xont'
+a)'filon e)n sa'kei tou= xqoni'ou de'mas
+dai'monos, e)xqro`n ei)'kasma brotoi=s te kai`
+darobi'oisi qeoi=sin,
+pro'sqe pula=n kefala`n i)a'yein.
+\2 ou('tws ge'noito. to`n de` pe'mpton au)= le'gw,
+pe'mptaisi prostaxqe'nta Borrai'ais pu'lais,
+tu'mbon kat' au)to`n Diogenou=s )Amfi'onos.
+o)'mnusi d' ai)xmh`n h(`n e)'xei ma=llon qeou=
+se'bein pepoiqw`s o)mma'twn q' u(pe'rteron,
+h)= mh`n lapa'cein a)'stu Kadmei'wn bi'a|
+Dio's. to'd' au)da=| mhtro`s e)c o)resko'ou
+bla'sthma kalli'prw|ron, a)ndro'pais a)nh'r.
+stei'xei d' i)'oulos a)'rti dia` parhi'dwn,
+w('ras fuou'shs, tarfu`s a)nte'llousa qri'c.
+o( d' w)mo'n, ou)'ti parqe'nwn e)pw'numon,
+\numerus*{+0}
+fro'nhma, gorgo`n d' o)'mm' e)'xwn, prosi'statai.
+\numerus{}\subnumerus{547}
+Parqenopai=os )Arka's. o` de` toio'sd' a)nh`r
+me'toikos, )'Argei d' e)kti'nwn kala's trofa's.
+[pu'rgois a)peilei= toi=sd' a(` mh` krai'noi qeo's{}]
+\numerus{+0} \subnumerus{}\numerus*{=538}
+ou) mh`n a)ko'mpasto's g' e)fi'statai pu'lais.
+to` ga`r po'lews o)'neidos e)n xalkhla'tw|
+sa'kei, kuklwtw=| sw'matos problh'mati,
+Sfi'gg' w)mo'siton prosmemhxanhme'nhn
+go'mfois e)nw'ma, lampro`n e)'kkrouston de'mas,
+fe'rei d' u(f' au(th=| fw=ta Kadmei'wn e('na,
+w(s plei=st' e)p' a)ndri` tw=|d' i)a'ptesqai be'lh.
+e)lqw`n d' e)'oiken ou) kaphleu'sein ma'xhn,
+makra=s keleu'qou d' ou) kataisxunei=n po'ron,
+Parqenopai=os )Arka's. o( de` toio'sd' a)nh`r
+me'toikos, )'Argei d' e)kti'nwn kala`s trofa's,
+pu'rgois a)peilei= toi=sd' a(` mh` krai'noi qeo's.
+\1 ei) ga`r tu'xoien w(=n fronou=si pro`s qew=n,
+au)toi=s e)kei'nois a)nosi'ois kompa'smasin.
+h)= ta)`n panw'leis pagka'kws t' o)loi'ato.
+e)'stin de` kai` tw=|d', o(`n le'geis to`n )Arka'da,
+a)nh`r a)'kompos, xei`r d' o(ra=| to` dra'simon,
+)'Aktwr a)delfo`s tou= pa'ros lelegme'nou.
+o(`s ou)k e)a'sei glw=ssan e)rgma'twn a)'ter
+e)'sw pulw=n r(e'ousan a)ldai'nein kaka',
+ou)d' ei)samei=yai qhro`s e)xqi'stou da'kous
+ei)kw` fe'ronta polemi'as e)p' a)spi'dos.
+h(` 'cwqen ei)'sw tw=| fe'ronti me'myetai,
+puknou= krothsmou= tugxa'nous' u(po` pto'lin.
+qew=n qelo'ntwn ta)`n a)lhqeu'saim' e)gw'.
+\3 i(knei=tai lo'gos dia` sthqe'wn,
+trixo`s d' o)rqi'as plo'kamos i('statai,
+mega'la megalhgo'rwn kluou'sa|
+a)nosi'wn a)ndrw=n. ei)'qe ga`r
+qeoi` tou=d' o)le'seian e)n ga=|.
+\2 e('kton le'goim' a)`n a)'ndra swfrone'staton,
+a)lkh'n t' a)'riston ma'ntin, )Amfia'rew bi'an.
+(Omolwi'sin de` pro`s pu'lais tetagme'nos
+kakoi=si ba'zei polla` Tude'ws bi'an.
+to`n a)ndrofo'nthn, to`n po'lews tara'ktora,
+me'giston )'Argei tw=n kakw=n dida'skalon,
+)Erinu'os klhth=ra, pro'spolon fo'nou,
+kakw=n t' )Adra'stw| tw=nde bouleuth'rion.
+kai` to`n so`n au)=qis prosqrow=n o(mo'sporon,
+e)cuptia'zwn o)'mma, Polunei'kous bi'an,
+di's t' e)n teleuth=| tou)'nom' e)ndatou'menos,
+kalei=. le'gei de` tou=t' e)'pos dia` sto'ma.
+“h)= toi=on e)'rgon kai` qeoi=si prosfile's,
+kalo'n t' a)kou=sai kai` le'gein mequste'rois,
+po'lin patrw'|an kai` qeou`s tou`s e)ggenei=s
+porqei=n, stra'teum' e)pakto`n e)mbeblhko'ta;
+mhtro's te phgh`n ti's katasbe'sei di'kh;
+patri's te gai=a sh=s u(po` spoudh=s dori`
+a(lou=sa pw=s soi cu'mmaxos genh'setai;
+e)'gwge me`n dh` th'nde pianw= xqo'na,
+ma'ntis kekeuqw`s polemi'as u(po` xqono's.
+maxw'meq', ou)k a)'timon e)lpi'zw mo'ron.”
+toiau=q' o( ma'ntis a)spi'd' eu)kh'lws e)'xwn
+pa'gxalkon hu)'da. sh=ma d' ou)k e)ph=n ku'klw|.
+ou) ga`r dokei=n a)'ristos, a)ll' ei)=nai qe'lei,
+baqei=an a)'loka dia` freno`s karpou'menos,
+e)c h(=s ta` kedna` blasta'nei bouleu'mata.
+tou'tw| sofou's te ka)gaqou`s a)nthre'tas
+pe'mpein e)painw=. deino`s o(`s qeou`s se'bei.
+\1 feu= tou= cunalla'ssontos o)'rniqos brotoi=s
+di'kaion a)'ndra toi=si dussebeste'rois.
+e)n panti` pra'gei d' e)'sq' o(mili'as kakh=s
+ka'kion ou)de'n, karpo`s ou) komiste'os.
+a)'ths a)'roura qa'naton e)kkarpi'zetai.
+h)` ga`r cuneisba`s ploi=on eu)sebh`s a)nh`r
+nau'taisi qermoi=s kai` panourgi'a| tini`
+o)'lwlen a)ndrw=n su`n qeoptu'stw| ge'nei,
+h)` cu`n poli'tais a)ndra'sin di'kaios w)`n
+e)xqroce'nois te kai` qew=n a)mnh'mosin,
+tau)tou= kurh'sas e)kdi'kws a)greu'matos,
+plhgei`s qeou= ma'stigi pagkoi'nw| 'da'mh.
+ou('tws d' o( ma'ntis, ui(o`n Oi)kle'ous le'gw,
+sw'frwn di'kaios a)gaqo`s eu)sebh`s a)nh'r,
+me'gas profh'ths, a)nosi'oisi summigei`s
+qrasusto'moisin a)ndra'sin bi'a| frenw=n,
+tei'nousi pomph`n th`n makra`n pa'lin molei=n,
+Dio`s qe'lontos cugkaqelkusqh'setai.
+dokw= me`n ou)=n sfe mhde` prosbalei=n pu'lais
+ou)x w(s a)'qumos ou)de` lh'matos ka'kh=|,
+a)ll' oi)=den w('s sfe xrh` teleuth=sai ma'xh|,
+ei) karpo`s e)'stai qesfa'toisi Loci'ou.
+filei= de` siga=n h)` le'gein ta` kai'ria.
+o('mws d' e)p' au)tw=| fw=ta, Lasqe'nous bi'an,
+e)xqro'cenon pulwro`n a)ntita'comen,
+ge'ronta to`n nou=n, sa'rka d' h(bw=san fu'ei,
+podw=kes o)'mma, xei=ra d' ou) bradu'netai
+par' a)spi'dos gumnwqe`n a(rpa'sai do'ru.
+qeou= de` dw=ro'n e)stin eu)tuxei=n brotou's.
+\3 klu'ontes qeoi` dikai'as lita`s
+a(mete'ras telei=q', w(s po'lis eu)tuxh=|,
+dori'pona ka'k' e)ktre'pontes <e)s> ga=s
+e)pimo'lous. pu'rgwn d' e)'ktoqen
+balw`n Zeu's sfe ka'noi keraunw=|.
+\2 to`n e('bdomon dh` to'nd' e)f' e(bdo'mais pu'lais
+le'cw, to`n au)tou= sou= kasi'gnhton, po'lei
+oi('as a)ra=tai kai` kateu'xetai tu'xas.
+pu'rgois e)pemba`s ka)pikhruxqei`s xqoni',
+a(lw'simon paia=n' e)peciakxa'sas,
+soi` cumfe'resqai kai` ktanw`n qanei=n pe'las,
+h)` zw=nt' a)timasth=ra tw`s a)ndrhla'thn
+fugh=| to`n au)to`n to'nde tei'sasqai tro'pon.
+toiau=t' a)utei= kai` qeou`s geneqli'ous
+kalei= patrw'|as gh=s e)popth=ras litw=n
+tw=n w(=n gene'sqai pa'gxu Polunei'kous bi'a.
+e)'xei de` kainophge`s eu)'kuklon sa'kos
+diplou=n te sh=ma prosmemhxanhme'non.
+xrush'laton ga`r a)'ndra teuxhsth`n i)dei=n
+a)'gei gunh' tis swfro'nws h(goume'nh.
+Di'kh d' a)'r' ei)=nai' fhsin, w(s ta` gra'mmata
+le'gei “kata'cw d' a)'ndra to'nde kai` po'lin
+e('cei patrw'|wn dwma'twn t' e)pistrofa's.”
+toiau=t' e)kei'nwn e)sti` ta)ceurh'mata.
+[su` d' au)to`s h)'dh gnw=qi ti'na pe'mpein dokei=.]
+w(s ou)'pot' a)ndri` tw=|de khrukeuma'twn
+me'myh|, su` d' au)to`s gnw=qi nauklhrei=n po'lin.
+\1 w)= qeomane's te kai` qew=n me'ga stu'gos,
+w)= panda'kruton a(mo`n Oi)di'pou ge'nos.
+w)'moi, patro`s dh` nu=n a)rai` telesfo'roi.
+a)ll' ou)'te klai'ein ou)'t' o)du'resqai pre'pei,
+mh` kai` teknwqh=| dusforw'teros go'os.
+e)pwnu'mw| de` ka'rta, Polunei'kei le'gw,
+ta'x' ei)so'mesqa tou)pi'shm' o('poi telei=,
+ei)' nin kata'cei xruso'teukta gra'mmata
+e)p' a)spi'dos flu'onta su`n foi'tw| frenw=n.
+ei) d' h( Dio`s pai=s parqe'nos Di'kh parh=n
+e)'rgois e)kei'nou kai` fresi'n, ta'x' a)`n to'd' h)=n.
+a)ll' ou)'te nin fugo'nta mhtro'qen sko'ton,
+ou)'t' e)n trofai=sin, ou)'t' e)fhbh'santa' pw,
+ou)'t' e)n genei'ou cullogh=| trixw'matos,
+Di'kh prosei=de kai` kathciw'sato.
+ou)d' e)n patrw'|as mh`n xqono`s kakouxi'a|
+oi)=mai' nin au)tw=| nu=n parastatei=n pe'las.
+h)= dh=t' a)`n ei)'h pandi'kws yeudw'numos
+Di'kh, cunou=sa fwti` panto'lmw| fre'nas.
+tou'tois pepoiqw`s ei)=mi kai` custh'somai
+au)to's. ti's a)'llos ma=llon e)ndikw'teros;
+a)'rxonti' t' a)'rxwn kai` kasignh'tw| ka'sis,
+e)xqro`s su`n e)xqrw=| sth'somai. fe'r' w(s ta'xos
+knhmi=das, ai)xmh=s kai` pe'trwn problh'mata.
+\3 mh', fi'ltat' a)ndrw=n, Oi)di'pou te'kos, ge'nh|
+o)rgh`n o(moi=os tw=| ka'kist' au)dwme'nw|.
+a)ll' a)'ndras )Argei'oisi Kadmei'ous a('lis
+e)s xei=ras e)lqei=n. ai(=ma ga`r kaqa'rsion.
+a)ndroi=n d' o(mai'moin qa'natos w(=d' au)tokto'nos,
+ou)k e)'sti gh=ras tou=de tou= mia'smatos.
+\1 ei)'per kako`n fe'roi tis, ai)sxu'nhs a)'ter
+e)'stw. mo'non ga`r ke'rdos e)n teqnhko'si.
+kakw=n de` ka)|sxrw=n ou)'tin' eu)klei'an e)rei=s.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. a.}
+\3 ti' me'monas, te'knon; mh' ti' se qumoplh-
+qh`s dori'margos a)'ta fere'tw. kakou= d'
+e)'kbal' e)'rwtos a)rxa'n.
+
+\1 e)pei` to` pra=gma ka'rt' e)pispe'rxei qeo's,
+i)'tw kat' ou)=ron ku=ma Kwkutou= laxo`n
+Foi'bw| stughqe`n pa=n to` Lai'+ou ge'nos.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. a.}
+\3 w)modakh's s' a)'gan i('meros e)cotru'-
+nei pikro'karpon a)ndroktasi'an telei=n
+ai('matos ou) qemistou=.
+
+\1 fi'lou ga`r e)xqra' moi patro`s ta'lain' a)ra`
+chroi=s a)klau'tois o)'mmasin prosiza'nei,
+le'gousa ke'rdos pro'teron u(ste'rou mo'rou.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. b.}
+\3 a)lla` su` mh` 'potru'nou. kako`s ou) keklh'-
+sh| bi'on eu)= kurh'sas. mela'naigis [d'.] ou)k
+ei)=si do'mwn )Erinu's, o('tan e)k xerw=n
+qeoi` qusi'an de'xwntai;
+
+\1 qeoi=s me`n h)'dh pws parhmelh'meqa,
+xa'ris d' a)f' h(mw=n o)lome'nwn qauma'zetai.
+ti' ou)=n e)'t' a)`n sai'noimen o)le'qrion mo'ron;
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. a.}
+\3 nu=n o('te soi pare'staken. e)pei` dai'mwn
+lh'matos e)n tropai'a| xroni'a| metal-
+lakto`s i)'sws a)`n e)'lqoi qelemwte'rw|
+pneu'mati. nu=n d' e)'ti zei=.
+
+\1 e)ce'zesen ga`r Oi)di'pou kateu'gmata.
+a)'gan d' a)lhqei=s e)nupni'wn fantasma'twn
+o)'yeis, patrw'|wn xrhma'twn dath'rioi.
+\3 piqou= gunaici', kai'per ou) ste'rgwn o('mws.
+\1 le'goit' a)`n w(=n a)'nh tis. ou)de` xrh` makra'n.
+\3 mh` 'lqh|s o(dou`s su` ta'sd' e)f' e(bdo'mais pu'lais.
+\1 teqhgme'non toi' m' ou)k a)pamblunei=s lo'gw|.
+\3 ni'khn ge me'ntoi kai` kakh`n tima=| qeo's.
+\1 ou)k a)'ndr' o(pli'thn tou=to xrh` ste'rgein e)'pos.
+\3 a)ll' au)ta'delfon ai(=ma dre'yasqai qe'leis;
+\1 qew=n dido'ntwn ou)k a)`n e)kfu'gois kaka'.
+
+{\Persona{Xoros}
+}
+\strophe {str. a.}
+pe'frika ta`n w)lesi'oikon
+qeo'n, ou) qeoi=s o(moi'an,
+panalaqh= kako'mantin
+patro`s eu)ktai'an )Erinu`n
+tele'sai ta`s periqu'mous
+kata'ras Oi)dipo'da blayi'fronos.
+paidole'twr d' e)'ris a('d' o)tru'nei.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. a.}
+ce'nos de` klh'rous e)pinwma=|,
+Xa'lubos Skuqa=n a)'poikos,
+ktea'nwn xrhmatodai'tas
+pikro's, w)mo'frwn si'daros,
+xqo'na nai'ein diaph'las,
+o(po'san kai` fqime'noisin kate'xein,
+tw=n mega'lwn pedi'wn a)moi'rous.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. b.}
+e)pei` d' a)`n au)tokto'nws
+au)toda'iktoi qa'nwsi,
+kai` gai'+a ko'nis pi'h|
+melampage`s ai(=ma foi'nion,
+ti's a)`n kaqarmou`s po'roi,
+ti's a)'n sfe lou'seien; w)=
+po'noi do'mwn ne'oi palai-
+oi=si summigei=s kakoi=s.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. b.}
+palaigenh= ga`r le'gw
+parbasi'an w)ku'poinon.
+ai)w=na d' e)s tri'ton me'nei.
+)Apo'llwnos eu)=te La'ios
+bi'a|, tri`s ei)po'ntos e)n
+mesomfa'lois Puqikoi=s
+xrhsthri'ois qna'|skonta ge'n-
+nas a)'ter sw'|zein po'lin,
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. g.}
+krathqei`s d' e)k fi'lwn a)boulia=n
+e)gei'nato me`n mo'ron au(tw=|,
+patrokto'non Oi)dipo'dan,
+o('ste matro`s a(gna`n
+spei'ras a)'rouran, i('n' e)tra'fh,
+r(i'zan ai(mato'essan
+e)'tla. para'noia suna=ge
+numfi'ous frenw'leis.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. g.}
+kakw=n d' w('sper qa'lassa ku=m' a)'gei.
+to` me`n pi'tnon, a)'llo d' a)ei'rei
+tri'xalon, o(` kai` peri` pru'm-
+nan po'lews kaxla'zei.
+metacu` d' a)lka` di' o)li'gou
+tei'nei, pu'rgos e)n eu)'rei.
+de'doika de` su`n basileu=si
+mh` po'lis damasqh=|.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. d.}
+teleia=n ga`r palaifa'twn a)ra=n
+barei=ai katallagai'. ta` d' o)loa`
+pelo'men' ou) pare'rxetai.
+pro'prumna d' e)kbola`n fe'rei
+a)ndrw=n a)lfhsta=n
+o)'lbos a)'gan paxunqei's.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. d.}
+ti'n' a)ndrw=n ga`r toso'nd' e)qau'masan
+qeoi` kai` cune'stioi po'leos o(
+polu'bato's t' a)gw`n brotw=n,
+o('son to't' Oi)di'poun ti'on,
+ta`n a(rpaca'ndran
+kh=r' a)felo'nta xw'ras;
+
+\newpage
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. e.}
+e)pei` d' a)rti'frwn
+e)ge'neto me'leos a)qli'wn
+ga'mwn, e)p' a)'lgei dusforw=n
+mainome'na| kradi'a|
+di'duma ka'k' e)te'lesen.
+patrofo'nw| xeri` tw=n
+\crux\ kreissote'knwn [d' a)p'] o)mma'twn e)pla'gxqh.\ \crux
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. e.}
+te'knois d' a)gri'as
+e)fh=ken e)piko'tous trofa=s,
+ai)ai=, pikroglw'ssous a)ra's,
+kai' sfe sidarono'mw|
+dia` xeri' pote laxei=n
+kth'mata. nu=n de` tre'w
+mh` tele'sh| kamyi'pous )Erinu's.
+
+\2 qarsei=te, pai=des mhte'rwn teqramme'nai.
+po'lis pe'feugen h('de dou'lion zugo'n.
+pe'ptwken a)ndrw=n o)bri'mwn kompa'smata.
+po'lis d' e)n eu)di'a| te kai` kludwni'ou
+pollai=si plhgai=s a)'ntlon ou)k e)de'cato.
+ste'gei de` pu'rgos, kai` pu'las fereggu'ois
+e)fraca'mesqa monoma'xoisi prosta'tais.
+kalw=s e)'xei ta` plei=st', e)n e(`c pulw'masi.
+ta`s d' e(bdo'mas o( semno`s e(bdomage'ths
+a)'nac )Apo'llwn ei('let', Oi)di'pou ge'nei
+krai'nwn palaia`s Lai'+ou dusbouli'as.
+
+\numerus{}\numerus*{803}
+\3 ti' d' e)'sti pra=gma neo'koton po'lei ple'on;
+
+\subnumerus*{804=820}
+\2 po'lis se'swstai. basile'es d' o(mo'sporoi--
+
+\subnumerus*{808}
+\3 oi)` 'gw` ta'laina, ma'ntis ei)mi` tw=n kakw=n.
+
+\subnumerus*{821}
+\2 pe'pwken ai(=ma' gai=' u(p' a)llh'lwn fo'nw|.
+
+\subnumerus*{803}
+\3 ti' d' e)'sti pra=gma neo'koton po'lei ple'on;
+
+\subnumerus*{805} \numerus*{807}
+\2 a('ndres teqna=sin e)k xerw=n au)tokto'nwn.
+
+\subnumerus*{806}
+\3 ti'nes; ti' d' ei)=pas; parafronw= fo'bw| lo'gou.
+
+\subnumerus*{807}
+\2 fronou=sa nu=n a)'kouson. Oi)di'pou to'koi --
+
+\subnumerus*{810}
+\3 e)kei=qi kei=sqon; bare'a d' ou)=n o('mws fra'son.
+
+\subnumerus*{811}
+\3 ou('tws a)delfai=s xersi`n h)nai'ronq' a('ma;
+
+\subnumerus*{809} \numerus*{810}
+\2 ou)d' a)mfile'ktws mh`n katespodhme'noi--
+
+\3 ou('tws o( dai'mwn koino`s h)=n a)mfoi=n a)'gan.
+
+\subnumerus*{813}
+au)to`s d' a)naloi= dh=ta du'spotmon ge'nos.
+
+\subnumerus*{814} \numerus*{815}
+toiau=ta xai'rein kai` dakru'esqai pa'ra.
+
+\subnumerus*{815}
+po'lin me`n eu)= pra'ssousan, oi( d' e)pista'tai,
+dissw` strathgw', die'laxon sfurhla'tw|
+Sku'qh| sidh'rw| kthma'twn pamphsi'an.
+e('cousi d' h(`n la'bwsin e)n tafh=| xqono's,
+
+\subnumerus*{819}\numerus*{820}
+patro`s kat' eu)xa`s duspo'tmws forou'menoi.
+
+\numerus*{=822}
+\3 w)= mega'le Zeu= kai` poliou=xoi
+\numerus{+0}
+dai'mones, oi(` dh` Ka'dmou pu'rgous
+tou'sde r(u'esqe,
+po'teron xai'rw ka)pololu'cw
+po'lews a)sinei= swth=ri \lacuna{xyzxyz}
+h)` tou`s mogerou`s kai` dusdai'monas
+a)te'knous klau'sw polema'rxous;
+oi(` dh=t' o)rqw=s kat' e)pwnumi'an
+kai` poluneikei=s
+w)'lont' a)sebei= dianoi'a|.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. a.}
+w)= me'laina kai` telei'a
+ge'neos Oi)di'pou t' a)ra',
+kako'n me kardi'an ti peripi'tnei kru'os.
+e)'teuca tu'mbw| me'los
+Quia`s ai(matostagei=s
+nekrou`s klu'ousa dusmo'rws
+qano'ntas. h)= du'sornis a('-
+de cunauli'a doro's.
+
+\newpage
+\stropha
+\strophe {a)nt. a.}
+e)ce'pracen, ou)d' a)pei=pen
+patro'qen eu)ktai'a fa'tis.
+boulai` d' a)'pistoi Lai'+ou dih'rkesan.
+me'rimna d' a)mfi` pto'lin.
+qe'sfat' ou)k a)mblu'netai.
+i)w` polu'stonoi, to'd' h)r-
+ga'sasq' a)'piston. h)=lqe d' ai)-
+akta` ph'mat' ou) lo'gw|.
+
+\9 ta'd' au)to'dhla, prou=ptos a)gge'lou lo'gos.
+diplai= me'rimnai, diduma'nora
+ka'k' au)tofo'na, di'moira te'leia ta'de pa'qh.
+ti' fw=; ti' d' a)'llo g' h)` po'noi
+po'nwn do'mwn e)fe'stioi;
+
+\9 a)lla` go'wn, w)= fi'lai, kat' ou)=ron
+\numerus {+1}
+e)re'sset' a)mfi` krati` po'mpimon xeroi=n
+pi'tulon, o(`s ai)e`n di' )Axe'ront' a)mei'betai
+ta`n a)'stolon mela'gkrokon [nau'stolon] qewri'da,
+ta`n a)stibh= )Apo'llwni, ta`n a)na'lion
+\numerus {+1}
+pa'ndokon ei)s a)fanh= te xe'rson.
+
+\9 a)lla` ga`r h('kous' ai('d' e)pi` pra=gos
+pikro`n )Antigo'nh t' h)d' )Ismh'nh,
+qrh=non a)delfoi=n. ou)k a)mfibo'lws
+oi)=mai' sf' e)ratw=n e)k baquko'lpwn
+sthqe'wn h('sein a)'lgos e)pa'cion.
+h(ma=s de` di'kh pro'teron fh'mhs
+to`n duske'lado'n q' u('mnon )Erinu'os
+i)axei=n )Ai'da t'
+\numerus {+1}
+e)xqro`n paia=n' e)pime'lpein.
+
+\9 i)w',
+dusadelfo'tatai pasw=n o(po'sai
+stro'fon e)sqh=sin periba'llontai,
+klai'w, ste'nomai, kai` do'los ou)dei`s
+\numerus {-1}
+mh` 'k freno`s o)rqw=s me ligai'nein.
+
+\stropha
+\strophe {str. a.}
+\4 i)w` i)w` du'sfrones,
+fi'lwn a)'pistoi kai` kakw=n a)tru'mones,
+do'mous patrw'|
+ous e(lo'n- tes me'leoi su`n ai)xma=|.
+
+\3 me'leoi dh=q' oi(` mele'ous qana'tous
+eu('ronto do'mwn e)pi` lu'mh|.
+
+\5 i)w` i)w` dwma'twn
+e)reiyi'toixoi kai` pikra`s monarxi'as
+i)do'ntes, h)'dh dih'l-
+\numerus {+1}
+laxqe su`n sida'rw|.
+
+\3 ka'rta d' a)lhqh= patro`s Oi)dipo'da
+po'tni' )Erinu`s e)pe'kranen.
+
+\4 di' eu)wnu'mwn tetumme'noi,
+tetumme'noi dh=q',
+o(mospla'gxnwn te pleurwma'twn
+\ldots \ldots \ldots \ldots \ldots
+Ai)ai= daimo'nioi,
+ai)ai= d' a)ntifo'nwn
+qana'twn a)rai'.
+
+\3 diantai'an le'geis [plaga`n] do'moisi kai`
+sw'masin peplagme'nous, [e)nne'pw]
+a)nauda'tw| me'nei
+a)rai'w| t' e)k patro`s
+<ou)> dixo'froni po'tmw|.
+
+\5 dih'kei de` kai` po'lin sto'nos,
+ste'nousi pu'rgoi,
+ste'nei pe'don fi'landron. me'nei
+kte'ana d' e)pigo'nois,
+di' w(=n ai)nomo'rois,
+di' w(=n nei=kos e)'ba
+[kai`] qana'tou te'los.
+
+\3 e)moira'santo d' o)cuka'rdioi
+kth'maq', w('st' i)'son laxei=n.
+diallakth=ri d' ou)k
+
+\numerus {-1}
+a)memfei'a fi'lois,
+ou)d' e)pi'xaris )'Arhs.
+
+\4 sidaro'plaktoi me`n w(=d' e)'xousin,
+sidaro'plaktoi de` tou`s me'nousi,
+ta'x' a)'n tis ei)'poi, ti'nes;
+ta'fwn patrw'|wn laxai'.
+
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+\4 pro` pa'ntwn d' e)moi'.
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+\4 i)w` i)w` dusto'nwn kakw=n, a)'nac.
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+
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+ta'fon ga`r au)tw=| kai` kataskafa`s e)gw',
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+ko'lpw| fe'rousa bussi'nou peplw'matos.
+kau)th` kalu'yw, mhde' tw| do'ch| pa'lin.
+qa'rsei, pare'stai mhxanh` drasth'rios.
+
+\6 au)dw= po'lin se mh` bia'zesqai ta'de.
+\4 au)dw= se` mh` perissa` khru'ssein e)moi'.
+\6 traxu's ge me'ntoi dh=mos e)kfugw`n kaka'.
+\4 tra'xun'. a)'qaptos d' ou(=tos ou) genh'setai.
+\6 a)ll' o(`n po'lis stugei=, su` timh'seis ta'fw|,;
+\4 h)'dh ta` tou=de diateti'mhtai qeoi=s.
+\6 ou)', pri'n ge xw'ran th'nde kindu'nw| balei=n.
+\4 paqw`n kakw=s kakoi=sin a)nthmei'beto.
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+\numerus{-1}
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+e)gw` de` qa'yw to'nde. mh` makrhgo'rei.
+\4 a)ll' au)to'boulos i)'sq', a)penne'pw d' e)gw'.
+
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+ge'nos w)le'sate prumno'qen ou('tws,
+ti' pa'qw; ti' de` drw=; ti' de` mh'swmai;
+pw=s tolmh'sw mh'te se` klai'ein
+mh'te prope'mpein e)pi` tu'mbon.
+a)lla` fobou=mai ka)potre'pomai
+dei=ma politw=n.
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+teu'cei. kei=nos d' o( ta'las a)'goos
+mono'klauton e)'xwn qrh=non a)delfh=s
+ei)=sin. ti's a)`n ou)=n ta` pi'qoito;
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+\usepackage[pagestyles,outermarks]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6]
+\usepackage[repeat,nowarnings]{poetry}
+\usepackage{example}
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+\ExampleTitle {William Shakespeare}{Sonnets}
+ {The Complete Works \\
+ Tudor Edition\\[.5ex]
+ Collins, 1959}
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+TO THE ONLY BEGETTER OF \\
+THESE INSUING SONNETS \\
+MR. W. H. ALL HAPPINESS \\
+AND THAT ETERNITY \\
+PROMISED BY \\
+OUR EVER-LIVING POET WISHETH \\
+THE WELL-WISHING \\
+ADVENTURER IN \\
+SETTING FORTH \\
+T. T.
+\spatium {1\leading}
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+\spatium {1\leading}
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+
+\Indexes
+
+\versus
+
+\numerus{1}
+\Facies \strophae {\Titulus\numerus{1}\FirstLine}
+
+
+From fairest creatures we desire increase,
+That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
+But as the riper should by time decease,
+His tender heir might bear his memory:
+But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
+Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
+Making a famine where abundance lies,
+Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
+Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
+And only herald to the gaudy spring,
+Within thine own bud buriest thy content
+And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
+ Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
+ To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
+
+
+When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,
+And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
+Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
+Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
+Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
+Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
+To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
+Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
+How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
+If thou couldst answer `This fair child of mine
+Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
+Proving his beauty by succession thine!
+ This were to be new made when thou art old,
+ And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
+
+Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
+Now is the time that face should form another;
+Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
+Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
+For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
+Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
+Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
+Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
+Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
+Calls back the lovely April of her prime:
+So thou through windows of thine age shall see
+Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
+ But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
+ Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
+
+Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
+Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?
+Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,
+And being frank she lends to those are free.
+Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
+The bounteous largess given thee to give?
+Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
+So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
+For having traffic with thyself alone,
+Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.
+Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone,
+What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
+ Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee,
+ Which, used, lives th' executor to be.
+
+
+Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
+The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
+Will play the tyrants to the very same
+And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
+For never-resting time leads summer on
+To hideous winter and confounds him there;
+Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
+Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:
+Then, were not summer's distillation left,
+A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
+Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
+Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:
+ But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet,
+ Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
+
+
+Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
+In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
+Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
+With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd.
+That use is not forbidden usury,
+Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
+That's for thyself to breed another thee,
+Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
+Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
+If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
+Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,
+Leaving thee living in posterity?
+ Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
+ To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
+
+
+Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
+Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
+Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
+Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
+And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
+Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
+yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
+Attending on his golden pilgrimage;
+But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
+Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
+The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
+From his low tract and look another way:
+ So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,
+ Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.
+
+
+Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
+Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
+Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly,
+Or else receivest with pleasure thine annoy?
+If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
+By unions married, do offend thine ear,
+They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
+In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
+Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
+Strikes each in each by mutual ordering,
+Resembling sire and child and happy mother
+Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
+ Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
+ Sings this to thee: `thou single wilt prove none.'
+
+
+Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
+That thou consumest thyself in single life?
+Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die.
+\numerus*{+0}The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife;
+\numerus*{}The world will be thy widow and still weep
+That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
+When every private widow well may keep
+By children's eyes her husband's shape in mind.
+Look, what an unthrift in the world doth spend
+Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
+But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
+And kept unused, the user so destroys it.
+ No love toward others in that bosom sits
+ That on himself such murderous shame commits.
+
+
+For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
+Who for thyself art so unprovident.
+Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
+But that thou none lovest is most evident;
+For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate
+That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire.
+Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
+Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
+\numerus*{+0}O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind!
+\numerus*{}Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
+Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
+Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
+ Make thee another self, for love of me,
+ That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
+
+
+As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
+In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
+And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest
+Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
+Herein lives wisdom, beauty and increase:
+Without this, folly, age and cold decay:
+If all were minded so, the times should cease
+And threescore year would make the world away.
+Let those whom Nature hath not made for store,
+Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
+Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more;
+Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
+ She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby
+ Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
+
+
+When I do count the clock that tells the time,
+And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
+When I behold the violet past prime,
+And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;
+When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
+Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
+And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
+Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
+Then of thy beauty do I question make,
+That thou among the wastes of time must go,
+Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
+And die as fast as they see others grow;
+ And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
+ Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
+
+
+O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
+No longer yours than you yourself here live:
+Against this coming end you should prepare,
+And your sweet semblance to some other give.
+So should that beauty which you hold in lease
+Find no determination: then you were
+Yourself again after yourself's decease,
+When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
+\numerus*{+0}Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
+\numerus*{}Which husbandry in honour might uphold
+Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
+And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
+ O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
+ You had a father: let your son say so.
+
+
+Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
+And yet methinks I have astronomy,
+But not to tell of good or evil luck,
+Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
+Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
+Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
+Or say with princes if it shall go well,
+By oft predict that I in heaven find:
+But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
+And, constant stars, in them I read such art
+As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
+If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
+ Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
+ Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
+
+
+When I consider every thing that grows
+Holds in perfection but a little moment,
+That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
+Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
+When I perceive that men as plants increase,
+Cheered and cheque'd even by the self-same sky,
+Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
+And wear their brave state out of memory;
+Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
+Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
+Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay,
+To change your day of youth to sullied night;
+ And all in war with Time for love of you,
+ As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
+
+
+But wherefore do not you a mightier way
+Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
+And fortify yourself in your decay
+With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
+Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
+And many maiden gardens yet unset
+With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
+Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
+\numerus*{+0}So should the lines of life that life repair,
+\numerus*{}Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
+Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
+Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
+ To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
+ And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
+
+Who will believe my verse in time to come,
+If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
+Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
+Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
+If I could write the beauty of your eyes
+And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
+The age to come would say `This poet lies:
+Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
+So should my papers yellow'd with their age
+Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
+And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
+And stretched metre of an antique song:
+ But were some child of yours alive that time,
+ You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.
+
+
+Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
+Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
+Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
+\numerus*{+0}And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
+\numerus*{}Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
+And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
+And every fair from fair sometime declines,
+By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
+\numerus*{+0}But thy eternal summer shall not fade
+\numerus*{}Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
+Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
+When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
+ So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
+ So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
+
+
+Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
+And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
+Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
+\numerus*{+0}And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
+\numerus*{}Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
+And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
+To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
+But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
+O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
+Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
+Him in thy course untainted do allow
+For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
+ Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
+ My love shall in my verse ever live young.
+
+
+A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
+Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
+A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
+With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
+An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
+Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
+A man in hue, all `hues' in his controlling,
+Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
+And for a woman wert thou first created;
+Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
+And by addition me of thee defeated,
+By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
+ But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
+ Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
+
+
+So is it not with me as with that Muse
+Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
+Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
+And every fair with his fair doth rehearse
+Making a couplement of proud compare,
+With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
+With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare
+That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
+O' let me, true in love, but truly write,
+And then believe me, my love is as fair
+As any mother's child, though not so bright
+As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air:
+ Let them say more than like of hearsay well;
+ I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
+
+My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
+So long as youth and thou are of one date;
+But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
+Then look I death my days should expiate.
+For all that beauty that doth cover thee
+Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
+Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
+How can I then be elder than thou art?
+O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
+As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
+Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
+As tender nurse her babe from faring
+ Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;
+ Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.
+
+
+As an unperfect actor on the stage
+Who with his fear is put besides his part,
+Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
+Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart.
+So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
+The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
+And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
+O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might.
+\numerus*{+0}O, let my books be then the eloquence
+\numerus*{}And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
+Who plead for love and look for recompense
+More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
+ O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
+ To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
+
+
+Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
+Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
+My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
+And perspective it is the painter's art.
+For through the painter must you see his skill,
+To find where your true image pictured lies;
+Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
+That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.
+Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
+Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
+Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
+Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
+ Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art;
+ They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
+
+
+Let those who are in favour with their stars
+Of public honour and proud titles boast,
+Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
+Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.
+Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
+But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
+And in themselves their pride lies buried,
+For at a frown they in their glory die.
+The painful warrior famoused for fight,
+After a thousand victories once foil'd,
+Is from the book of honour razed quite,
+And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
+ Then happy I, that love and am beloved
+ Where I may not remove nor be removed.
+
+
+Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
+Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
+To thee I send this written embassage,
+To witness duty, not to show my wit:
+Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
+May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
+But that I hope some good conceit of thine
+In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it;
+Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
+Points on me graciously with fair aspect
+And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving,
+To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
+ Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
+ Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
+
+
+Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
+The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
+But then begins a journey in my head,
+To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
+For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
+Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
+And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
+Looking on darkness which the blind do see
+\numerus*{+0}Save that my soul's imaginary sight
+\numerus*{}Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
+Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
+Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
+ Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
+ For thee and for myself no quiet find.
+
+
+How can I then return in happy plight,
+That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
+When day's oppression is not eased by night,
+\numerus*{+0}But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd?
+\numerus*{}And each, though enemies to either's reign,
+Do in consent shake hands to torture me;
+The one by toil, the other to complain
+How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
+I tell the day, to please them thou art bright
+And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
+So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
+When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
+But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer
+ And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger.
+
+
+When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
+I all alone beweep my outcast state
+And trouble deal heaven with my bootless cries
+And look upon myself and curse my fate,
+Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
+Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
+Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
+With what I most enjoy contented least;
+\numerus*{+0}Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
+\numerus*{}Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
+Like to the lark at break of day arising
+From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
+ For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
+ That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
+
+
+When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
+I summon up remembrance of things past,
+I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
+And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
+Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
+For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
+And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
+And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
+Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
+And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
+The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
+Which I new pay as if not paid before.
+ But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
+ All losses are restored and sorrows end.
+
+
+Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
+Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
+And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
+And all those friends which I thought buried.
+How many a holy and obsequious tear
+Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye
+As interest of the dead, which now appear
+But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
+\numerus*{+0}Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
+\numerus*{}Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
+Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
+That due of many now is thine alone:
+ Their images I loved I view in thee,
+ And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
+
+
+If thou survive my well-contented day,
+When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,
+And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
+These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,
+Compare them with the bettering of the time,
+And though they be outstripp'd by every pen,
+Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,
+Exceeded by the height of happier men.
+O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought:
+`Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age,
+A dearer birth than this his love had brought,
+To march in ranks of better equipage:
+ But since he died and poets better prove,
+ Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.'
+
+
+Full many a glorious morning have I seen
+Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
+Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
+Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
+Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
+With ugly rack on his celestial face,
+And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
+Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
+Even so my sun one early morn did shine
+With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
+But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
+The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
+ Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
+ Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
+
+
+Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
+And make me travel forth without my cloak,
+To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
+Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
+'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
+To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
+For no man well of such a salve can speak
+That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace:
+Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
+Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
+The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
+To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
+ Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
+ And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.
+
+
+No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
+Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
+Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
+And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
+All men make faults, and even I in this,
+Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
+Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
+Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
+For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense--
+Thy adverse party is thy advocate--
+And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
+Such civil war is in my love and hate
+ That I an accessary needs must be
+ To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
+
+
+Let me confess that we two must be twain,
+Although our undivided loves are one:
+So shall those blots that do with me remain
+Without thy help by me be borne alone.
+In our two loves there is but one respect,
+Though in our lives a separable spite,
+Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
+Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
+I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
+Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
+Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
+Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
+ But do not so; I love thee in such sort
+ As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
+
+
+As a decrepit father takes delight
+To see his active child do deeds of youth,
+So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,
+Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
+For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
+Or any of these all, or all, or more,
+Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit,
+I make my love engrafted to this store:
+So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
+Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
+That I in thy abundance am sufficed
+And by a part of all thy glory live.
+ Look, what is best, that best I wish in thee:
+ This wish I have; then ten times happy me!
+
+
+How can my Muse want subject to invent,
+While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
+Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
+For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
+O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me
+Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
+For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
+When thou thyself dost give invention light?
+Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
+Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
+And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
+Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
+ If my slight Muse do please these curious days,
+ The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
+
+
+O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
+When thou art all the better part of me?
+What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
+And what is 't but mine own when I praise thee?
+Even for this let us divided live,
+And our dear love lose name of single one,
+That by this separation I may give
+That due to thee which thou deservest alone.
+O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove,
+Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave
+To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
+Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
+ And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
+ By praising him here who doth hence remain!
+
+
+Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
+What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
+No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
+All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.\numerus*{+0}
+\numerus*{}Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
+I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
+But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest
+By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
+I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
+Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
+And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief
+To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.
+ Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
+ Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.
+
+
+Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,
+When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
+Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
+For still temptation follows where thou art.
+Gentle thou art and therefore to be won,
+Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed;
+And when a woman woos, what woman's son
+Will sourly leave her till she have prevailed?
+Ay me! but yet thou mightest my seat forbear,
+And chide try beauty and thy straying youth,
+Who lead thee in their riot even there
+Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth,
+ Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
+ Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.
+
+
+That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
+And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
+That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
+A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
+Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye:
+Thou dost love her, because thou knowst I love her;
+And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
+Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
+If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
+And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
+Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
+And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
+ But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
+ Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.
+
+
+When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
+For all the day they view things unrespected;
+But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
+And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
+Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
+How would thy shadow's form form happy show
+To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
+When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
+How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
+By looking on thee in the living day,
+When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
+Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
+ All days are nights to see till I see thee,
+ And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
+
+
+If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
+Injurious distance should not stop my way;
+For then despite of space I would be brought,
+\numerus*{+0}From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
+\numerus*{}No matter then although my foot did stand
+Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
+For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
+As soon as think the place where he would be.
+But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
+To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
+But that so much of earth and water wrought
+I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
+ Receiving nought by elements so slow
+ But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
+
+
+The other two, slight air and purging fire,
+Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
+The first my thought, the other my desire,
+These present-absent with swift motion slide.
+For when these quicker elements are gone
+In tender embassy of love to thee,
+My life, being made of four, with two alone
+Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
+Until life's composition be recured
+By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
+Who even but now come back again, assured
+Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
+ This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
+ I send them back again and straight grow sad.
+
+
+Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
+How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
+Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
+My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
+My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie--
+A closet never pierced with crystal eyes--
+But the defendant doth that plea deny
+And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
+To 'cide this title is impanneled
+A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
+And by their verdict is determined
+The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part:
+ As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part,
+ And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.
+
+
+Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
+And each doth good turns now unto the other:
+When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
+Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
+With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
+And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
+Another time mine eye is my heart's guest
+And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
+So, either by thy picture or my love,
+Thyself away art resent still with me;
+For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
+And I am still with them and they with thee;
+ Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
+ Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
+
+
+How careful was I, when I took my way,
+Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
+That to my use it might unused stay
+From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
+But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
+Most worthy of comfort, now my greatest grief,
+Thou, best of dearest and mine only care,
+Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
+Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
+Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
+Within the gentle closure of my breast,
+From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
+ And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear,
+ For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
+
+
+Against that time, if ever that time come,
+When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
+When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
+Call'd to that audit by advised respects;
+Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass
+And scarcely greet me with that sun thine eye,
+When love, converted from the thing it was,
+Shall reasons find of settled gravity,--
+Against that time do I ensconce me here
+Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
+And this my hand against myself uprear,
+To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
+ To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
+ Since why to love I can allege no cause.
+
+
+How heavy do I journey on the way,
+When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
+Doth teach that ease and that repose to say
+`Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
+The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
+Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
+As if by some instinct the wretch did know
+His rider loved not speed, being made from thee:
+The bloody spur cannot provoke him on
+That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide;
+Which heavily he answers with a groan,
+More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
+ For that same groan doth put this in my mind;
+ My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
+
+
+Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
+Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
+From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
+Till I return, of posting is no need.
+O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
+When swift extremity can seem but slow?
+Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
+In winged speed no motion shall I know:
+Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
+Therefore desire of perfect'st love being made,
+Shall neigh--no dull flesh--in his fiery race;
+But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade;
+ Since from thee going he went wilful-slow,
+ Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave\\ to go.
+
+
+So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
+Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,
+The which he will not every hour survey,
+\numerus*{+0}For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.
+\numerus*{}Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,
+Since, seldom coming, in the long year set,
+Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
+Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
+So is the time that keeps you as my chest,
+Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide,
+To make some special instant special blest,
+By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
+ Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope,
+ Being had, to triumph, being lack'd, to hope.
+
+
+What is your substance, whereof are you made,
+That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
+Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
+And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
+Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
+Is poorly imitated after you;
+On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
+And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
+Speak of the spring and foison of the year;
+The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
+The other as your bounty doth appear;
+And you in every blessed shape we know.
+ In all external grace you have some part,
+ But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
+
+
+O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
+By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
+The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
+For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
+The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
+As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
+Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
+When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
+But, for their virtue only is their show,
+They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade,
+Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
+Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
+ And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
+ When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.
+
+
+Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
+Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
+But you shall shine more bright in these contents
+Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time.
+When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
+And broils root out the work of masonry,
+Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
+The living record of your memory.
+'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
+Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
+Even in the eyes of all posterity
+That wear this world out to the ending doom.
+ So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
+ You live in this, and dwell in lover's eyes.
+
+
+Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
+Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
+Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
+To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might:
+So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
+Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
+To-morrow see again, and do not kill
+The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
+Let this sad interim like the ocean be
+Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
+Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
+Return of love, more blest may be the view;
+ Else call it winter, which being full of care
+ Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
+
+
+Being your slave, what should I do but tend
+Upon the hours and times of your desire?
+I have no precious time at all to spend,
+Nor services to do, till you require.
+Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
+Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
+Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
+When you have bid your servant once adieu;
+Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
+Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
+But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
+Save, where you are how happy you make those.
+ So true a fool is love that in your will,
+ Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
+
+That god forbid that made me first your slave,
+I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
+Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
+Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
+O, let me suffer, being at your beck,
+The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
+And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each cheque,
+Without accusing you of injury.
+Be where you list, your charter is so strong
+That you yourself may privilege your time
+To what you will; to you it doth belong
+Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
+ I am to wait, though waiting so be hell;
+ Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.
+
+If there be nothing new, but that which is
+Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
+Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss
+\numerus*{+0}The second burden of a former child!
+\numerus*{}O, that record could with a backward look,
+Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
+Show me your image in some antique book,
+Since mind at first in character was done!
+That I might see what the old world could say
+To this composed wonder of your frame;
+Whether we are mended, or whether better they,
+Or whether revolution be the same.
+ O, sure I am, the wits of former days
+ To subjects worse have given admiring praise.
+
+
+Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
+So do our minutes hasten to their end;
+Each changing place with that which goes before,
+In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
+Nativity, once in the main of light,
+Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
+Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight,
+And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
+Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
+And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
+Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
+And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
+ And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
+ Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
+
+
+Is it thy will thy image should keep open
+My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
+Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
+While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
+Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
+So far from home into my deeds to pry,
+To find out shames and idle hours in me,
+The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?
+O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
+It is my love that keeps mine eye awake;
+Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
+To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
+ For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
+ From me far off, with others all too near.
+
+
+Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
+And all my soul and all my every part;
+And for this sin there is no remedy,
+It is so grounded inward in my heart.
+Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
+No shape so true, no truth of such account;
+And for myself mine own worth do define,
+As I all other in all worths surmount.
+But when my glass shows me myself indeed,
+Beated and chopp'd with tann'd antiquity,
+Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
+Self so self-loving were iniquity.
+ 'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
+ Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
+
+
+Against my love shall be, as I am now,
+With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn;
+When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
+With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
+Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night,
+And all those beauties whereof now he's king
+Are vanishing or vanish'd out of sight,
+Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
+For such a time do I now fortify
+Against confounding age's cruel knife,
+That he shall never cut from memory
+My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
+ His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
+ And they shall live, and he in them still green.
+
+
+When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
+The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
+When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
+And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
+When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
+Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
+And the firm soil win of the watery main,
+Increasing store with loss and loss with store;
+When I have seen such interchange of state,
+Or state itself confounded to decay;
+Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
+That Time will come and take my love away.
+ This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
+ But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
+
+
+Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
+But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
+How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
+Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
+O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
+Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
+When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
+Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
+O fearful meditation! where, alack,
+Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
+Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
+Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
+ O, none, unless this miracle have might,
+ That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
+
+
+Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
+As, to behold desert a beggar born,
+And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
+And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
+And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
+And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
+And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
+And strength by limping sway disabled,
+And art made tongue-tied by authority,
+And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
+And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
+And captive good attending captain ill:
+ Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
+ Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
+
+
+Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
+And with his presence grace impiety,
+That sin by him advantage should achieve
+\numerus*{+0}And lace itself with his society?
+\numerus*{}Why should false painting imitate his cheek
+And steal dead seeing of his living hue?
+Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
+Roses of shadow, since his rose is true?
+Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is,
+Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins?
+For she hath no exchequer now but his,
+And, proud of many, lives upon his gains.
+ O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had
+ In days long since, before these last so bad.
+
+
+Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
+When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
+Before the bastard signs of fair were born,
+Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
+Before the golden tresses of the dead,
+The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,
+To live a second life on second head;
+Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay:
+In him those holy antique hours are seen,
+Without all ornament, itself and true,
+Making no summer of another's green,
+Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
+ And him as for a map doth Nature store,
+ To show false Art what beauty was of yore.
+
+
+Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
+Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
+All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
+Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
+Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;
+But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
+In other accents do this praise confound
+By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
+They look into the beauty of thy mind,
+And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds;
+Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
+To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
+ But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
+ The solve is this, that thou dost common grow.
+
+
+That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
+For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
+The ornament of beauty is suspect,
+\numerus*{+0}A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
+\numerus*{}So thou be good, slander doth but approve
+Thy worth the greater, being woo'd of time;
+For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
+And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
+\numerus*{+0}Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days,
+\numerus*{}Either not assail'd or victor being charged;
+Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
+To tie up envy evermore enlarged:
+ If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show,
+ Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.
+
+
+No longer mourn for me when I am dead
+Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
+Give warning to the world that I am fled
+From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
+Nay, if you read this line, remember not
+The hand that writ it; for I love you so
+That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
+If thinking on me then should make you woe.
+\numerus*{+0}O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
+\numerus*{}When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
+Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
+But let your love even with my life decay,
+ Lest the wise world should look into your moan
+ And mock you with me after I am gone.
+
+
+O, lest the world should task you to recite
+What merit lived in me, that you should love
+After my death, dear love, forget me quite,
+For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
+Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
+To do more for me than mine own desert,
+And hang more praise upon deceased I
+Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
+O, lest your true love may seem false in this,
+That you for love speak well of me untrue,
+My name be buried where my body is,
+And live no more to shame nor me nor you.
+ For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,
+ And so should you, to love things nothing worth.
+
+
+That time of year thou mayst in me behold
+When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
+Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
+Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
+In me thou seest the twilight of such day
+As after sunset fadeth in the west,
+Which by and by black night doth take away,
+Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
+In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
+That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
+As the death-bed whereon it must expire
+Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
+ This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
+ To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
+
+
+But be contented: when that fell arrest
+Without all bail shall carry me away,
+My life hath in this line some interest,
+Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
+When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
+The very part was consecrate to thee:
+The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
+My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
+So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
+The prey of worms, my body being dead,
+The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
+Too base of thee to be remembered.
+ The worth of that is that which it contains,
+ And that is this, and this with thee remains.
+
+
+So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
+Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
+And for the peace of you I hold such strife
+As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found;
+Now proud as an enjoyer and anon
+Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,
+Now counting best to be with you alone,
+Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure;
+Sometime all full with feasting on your sight
+And by and by clean starved for a look;
+Possessing or pursuing no delight,
+Save what is had or must from you be took.
+ Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
+ Or gluttoning on all, or all away.
+
+
+Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
+So far from variation or quick change?
+Why with the time do I not glance aside
+To new-found methods and to compounds strange?
+Why write I still all one, ever the same,
+And keep invention in a noted weed,
+That every word doth almost tell my name,
+Showing their birth and where they did proceed?
+O, know, sweet love, I always write of you,
+And you and love are still my argument;
+So all my best is dressing old words new,
+Spending again what is already spent:
+ For as the sun is daily new and old,
+ So is my love still telling what is told.
+
+
+Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
+Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
+The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
+And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
+The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
+Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
+Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
+Time's thievish progress to eternity.
+Look, what thy memory can not contain
+Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
+Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
+To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
+ These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,
+ Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.
+
+
+So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
+And found such fair assistance in my verse
+As every alien pen hath got my use
+And under thee their poesy disperse.
+Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to sing
+And heavy ignorance aloft to fly
+Have added feathers to the learned's wing
+And given grace a double majesty.
+Yet be most proud of that which I compile,
+Whose influence is thine and born of thee:
+In others' works thou dost but mend the style,
+And arts with thy sweet graces graced be;
+ But thou art all my art and dost advance
+ As high as learning my rude ignorance.
+
+
+Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
+My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
+But now my gracious numbers are decay'd
+And my sick Muse doth give another place.
+I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
+Deserves the travail of a worthier pen,
+Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
+He robs thee of and pays it thee again.
+He lends thee virtue and he stole that word
+From thy behavior; beauty doth he give
+And found it in thy cheek; he can afford
+No praise to thee but what in thee doth live.
+ Then thank him not for that which he doth say,
+ Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay.
+
+
+O, how I faint when I of you do write,
+Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
+And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
+\numerus*{+0}To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame!
+\numerus*{}But since your worth, wide as the ocean is,
+The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
+My saucy bark inferior far to his
+On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
+Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
+Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
+Or being wreck'd, I am a worthless boat,
+He of tall building and of goodly pride:
+ Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
+ The worst was this; my love was my decay.
+
+
+Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
+Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
+From hence your memory death cannot take,
+Although in me each part will be forgotten.
+Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
+Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
+The earth can yield me but a common grave,
+When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
+Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
+Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
+And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
+When all the breathers of this world are dead;
+ You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen--
+ Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
+
+
+I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
+And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
+The dedicated words which writers use
+Of their fair subject, blessing every book
+Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
+Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,
+And therefore art enforced to seek anew
+Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days
+And do so, love; yet when they have devised
+What strained touches rhetoric can lend,
+Thou truly fair wert truly sympathized
+In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;
+ And their gross painting might be better used
+ Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.
+
+
+I never saw that you did painting need
+And therefore to your fair no painting set;
+I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
+The barren tender of a poet's debt;
+And therefore have I slept in your report,
+That you yourself being extant well might show
+How far a modern quill doth come too short,
+Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
+This silence for my sin you did impute,
+Which shall be most my glory, being dumb;
+For I impair not beauty being mute,
+When others would give life and bring a tomb.
+ There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
+ Than both your poets can in praise devise.
+
+
+Who is it that says most? which can say more
+Than this rich praise, that you alone are you?
+In whose confine immured is the store
+Which should example where your equal grew.
+Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
+That to his subject lends not some small glory;
+But he that writes of you, if he can tell
+That you are you, so dignifies his story,
+Let him but copy what in you is writ,
+Not making worse what nature made so clear,
+And such a counterpart shall fame his wit,
+Making his style admired every where.
+ You to your beauteous blessings add a curse,
+ Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
+
+
+My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
+While comments of your praise, richly compiled,
+Reserve their character with golden quill
+And precious phrase by all the Muses filed.
+I think good thoughts whilst other write good words,
+And like unletter'd clerk still cry `Amen'
+To every hymn that able spirit affords
+In polish'd form of well-refined pen.
+Hearing you praised, I say `'Tis so, `tis true,'
+And to the most of praise add something more;
+But that is in my thought, whose love to you,
+Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before.
+ Then others for the breath of words respect,
+ Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
+
+
+Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
+Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
+That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
+\numerus*{+0}Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
+\numerus*{}Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
+Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
+No, neither he, nor his compeers by night
+Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
+He, nor that affable familiar ghost
+Which nightly gulls him with intelligence
+As victors of my silence cannot boast;
+I was not sick of any fear from thence:
+ But when your countenance fill'd up his line,
+ Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine.
+
+
+Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
+And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
+The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
+My bonds in thee are all determinate.
+For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
+And for that riches where is my deserving?
+The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
+And so my patent back again is swerving.
+Thyself thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
+Or me, to whom thou gavest it, else mistaking;
+So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
+Comes home again, on better judgment making.
+ Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
+ In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
+
+
+When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
+And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
+Upon thy side against myself I'll fight,
+And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
+With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
+Upon thy part I can set down a story
+Of faults conceal'd, wherein I am attainted,
+That thou in losing me shalt win much glory:
+\numerus*{+0}And I by this will be a gainer too;
+\numerus*{}For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
+The injuries that to myself I do,
+Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
+ Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
+ That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
+
+
+Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
+And I will comment upon that offence;
+Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
+\numerus*{+0}Against thy reasons making no defence.
+\numerus*{}Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,
+To set a form upon desired change,
+As I'll myself disgrace: knowing thy will,
+I will acquaintance strangle and look strange,
+Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue
+Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
+Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong
+And haply of our old acquaintance tell
+ For thee against myself I'll vow debate,
+ For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.
+
+
+Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
+Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
+Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
+And do not drop in for an after-loss:
+Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scoped this sorrow,
+Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
+Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
+To linger out a purposed overthrow.
+If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
+When other petty griefs have done their spite
+But in the onset come; so shall I taste
+At first the very worst of fortune's might,
+ And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
+ Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.
+
+
+Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
+Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force,
+Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,
+Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
+And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
+Wherein it finds a joy above the rest:
+But these particulars are not my measure;
+All these I better in one general best.
+Thy love is better than high birth to me,
+Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost,
+Of more delight than hawks or horses be;
+And having thee, of all men's pride I boast:
+ Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take
+ All this away and me most wretched make.
+
+
+But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
+For term of life thou art assured mine,
+And life no longer than thy love will stay,
+For it depends upon that love of thine.
+Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs,
+When in the least of them my life hath end.
+I see a better state to me belongs
+Than that which on thy humour doth depend;
+Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,
+Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
+O, what a happy title do I find,
+Happy to have thy love, happy to die!
+ But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot?
+ Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.
+
+
+So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
+Like a deceived husband; so love's face
+May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
+Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
+For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
+Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
+In many's looks the false heart's history
+Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange,
+But heaven in thy creation did decree
+That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
+Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be,
+Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell
+ How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow,
+ if thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!
+
+
+They that have power to hurt and will do none,
+That do not do the thing they most do show,
+Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
+Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,
+They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
+And husband nature's riches from expense;
+They are the lords and owners of their faces,
+Others but stewards of their excellence.
+The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
+Though to itself it only live and die,
+But if that flower with base infection meet,
+The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
+ For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
+ Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
+
+
+How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
+Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,
+Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
+O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose!
+That tongue that tells the story of thy days,
+Making lascivious comments on thy sport,
+Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise;
+Naming thy name blesses an ill report.
+\numerus*{+0}O, what a mansion have those vices got
+\numerus*{}Which for their habitation chose out thee,
+Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot,
+And all things turn to fair that eyes can see!
+ Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;
+ The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.
+
+
+Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
+Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
+Both grace and faults are loved of more and less;
+Thou makest faults graces that to thee resort.
+As on the finger of a throned queen
+The basest jewel will be well esteem'd,
+So are those errors that in thee are seen
+To truths translated and for true things deem'd.
+\numerus*{+0}How many lambs might the stem wolf betray,
+\numerus*{}If like a lamb he could his looks translate!
+How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
+If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!
+ But do not so; I love thee in such sort
+ As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
+
+
+How like a winter hath my absence been
+From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
+What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
+What old December's bareness every where!
+And yet this time removed was summer's time,
+The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
+Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
+Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
+Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
+But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
+For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
+And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
+ Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
+ That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
+
+
+From you have I been absent in the spring,
+When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim
+Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
+\numerus*{+0}That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him.
+\numerus*{}Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell
+Of different flowers in odour and in hue
+Could make me any summer's story tell,
+Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew;
+Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
+Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
+They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
+Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
+ Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
+ As with your shadow I with these did play.
+
+{
+\Forma\strophae{0*{13} 11}%
+The forward violet thus did I chide:
+Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
+If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
+Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
+In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
+The lily I condemned for thy hand,
+And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair:
+The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
+One blushing shame, another white despair;
+A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both
+And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
+But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
+A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
+ More flowers I noted, yet I none could see
+ But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.
+}
+
+Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
+To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
+Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
+\numerus*{+0}Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
+\numerus*{}Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
+In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
+Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
+And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
+Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
+If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
+If any, be a satire to decay,
+And make Time's spoils despised every where.
+ Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
+ So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.
+
+
+O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
+For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
+Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
+So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
+Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
+`Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
+Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
+But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
+Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
+Excuse not silence so; for't lies in thee
+To make him much outlive a gilded tomb,
+And to be praised of ages yet to be.
+ Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how
+ To make him seem long hence as he shows now.
+
+
+My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
+I love not less, though less the show appear:
+That love is merchandized whose rich esteeming
+The owner's tongue doth publish every where.
+Our love was new and then but in the spring
+When I was wont to greet it with my lays,
+As Philomel in summer's front doth sing
+And stops her pipe in growth of riper days:
+Not that the summer is less pleasant now
+Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
+But that wild music burthens every bough
+And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
+ Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue,
+ Because I would not dull you with my song.
+
+
+Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
+That having such a scope to show her pride,
+The argument all bare is of more worth
+Than when it hath my added praise beside!
+O, blame me not, if I no more can write!
+Look in your glass, and there appears a face
+That over-goes my blunt invention quite,
+Dulling my lines and doing me disgrace.
+Were it not sinful then, striving to mend,
+To mar the subject that before was well?
+For to no other pass my verses tend
+Than of your graces and your gifts to tell;
+ And more, much more, than in my verse can sit
+ Your own glass shows you when you look in it.
+
+
+To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
+For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
+Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
+Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
+Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd
+In process of the seasons have I seen,
+Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
+Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
+\numerus*{+0}Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
+\numerus*{}Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;
+So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
+Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:
+ For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
+ Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
+
+
+Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
+Nor my beloved as an idol show,
+Since all alike my songs and praises be
+To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
+Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
+Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
+Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
+One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
+`Fair, kind and true' is all my argument,
+`Fair, kind, and true' varying to other words;
+And in this change is my invention spent,
+Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
+ `Fair, kind, and true,' have often lived alone,
+ Which three till now never kept seat in one.
+
+
+When in the chronicle of wasted time
+I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
+And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
+In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
+Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
+Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
+I see their antique pen would have express'd
+Even such a beauty as you master now.
+So all their praises are but prophecies
+Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
+And, for they look'd but with divining eyes,
+They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
+ For we, which now behold these present days,
+ Had eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
+
+
+Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
+Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
+Can yet the lease of my true love control,
+\numerus*{+0}Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
+\numerus*{}The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured
+And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
+Incertainties now crown themselves assured
+And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
+Now with the drops of this most balmy time
+My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes,
+Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme,
+While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:
+ And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
+ When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
+
+
+What's in the brain that ink may character
+Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
+What's new to speak, what new to register,
+That may express my love or thy dear merit?
+Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
+I must, each day say o'er the very same,
+Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
+Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
+So that eternal love in love's fresh case
+Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
+Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
+But makes antiquity for aye his page,
+ Finding the first conceit of love there bred
+ Where time and outward form would show it dead.
+
+
+O, never say that I was false of heart,
+Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.
+As easy might I from myself depart
+As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
+That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
+Like him that travels I return again,
+Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
+So that myself bring water for my stain.
+Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
+All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
+That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
+To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
+ For nothing this wide universe I call,
+ Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.
+
+Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
+And made myself a motley to the view,
+Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
+Made old offences of affections new;
+Most true it is that I have look'd on truth
+Askance and strangely: but, by all above,
+These blenches gave my heart another youth,
+And worse essays proved thee my best of love.
+Now all is done, have what shall have no end:
+Mine appetite I never more will grind
+On newer proof, to try an older friend,
+A god in love, to whom I am confined.
+ Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,
+ Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.
+
+
+O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
+The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
+That did not better for my life provide
+Than public means which public manners breeds.
+Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,
+And almost thence my nature is subdued
+To what it works in, like the dyer's hand:
+Pity me then and wish I were renew'd;
+Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink
+Potions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection
+No bitterness that I will bitter think,
+Nor double penance, to correct correction.
+ Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye
+ Even that your pity is enough to cure me.
+
+
+Your love and pity doth the impression fill
+Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;
+For what care I who calls me well or ill,
+So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?
+You are my all the world, and I must strive
+To know my shames and praises from your tongue:
+None else to me, nor I to none alive,
+That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong.
+In so profound abysm I throw all care
+Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
+To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
+Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:
+ You are so strongly in my purpose bred
+ That all the world besides methinks are dead.
+
+
+Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
+And that which governs me to go about
+Doth part his function and is partly blind,
+Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
+For it no form delivers to the heart
+Of bird of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:
+Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
+Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:
+For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight,
+The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature,
+The mountain or the sea, the day or night,
+The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature:
+ Incapable of more, replete with you,
+ My most true mind thus makes mine eye untrue.
+
+
+Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
+Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?
+Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
+And that your love taught it this alchemy,
+To make of monsters and things indigest
+Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
+Creating every bad a perfect best,
+As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
+O,'tis the first; 'tis flattery in my seeing,
+And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
+Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
+And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
+ If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
+ That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
+
+
+Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
+Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
+Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
+My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
+But reckoning time, whose million'd accidents
+Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings,
+Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents,
+Divert strong minds to the course of altering things;
+Alas, why, fearing of time's tyranny,
+Might I not then say `Now I love you best,'
+When I was certain o'er incertainty,
+Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?
+ Love is a babe; then might I not say so,
+ To give full growth to that which still doth grow?
+
+
+Let me not to the marriage of true minds
+Admit impediments. Love is not love
+Which alters when it alteration finds,
+Or bends with the remover to remove:
+O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
+That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
+It is the star to every wandering bark,
+Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
+\numerus*{+0}Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
+\numerus*{}Within his bending sickle's compass come:
+Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
+But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
+ If this be error and upon me proved,
+ I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
+
+
+Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
+Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
+Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
+Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
+That I have frequent been with unknown minds
+And given to time your own dear-purchased right
+That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
+Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
+Book both my wilfulness and errors down
+And on just proof surmise accumulate;
+Bring me within the level of your frown,
+But shoot not at me in your waken'd hate;
+ Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
+ The constancy and virtue of your love.
+
+
+Like as, to make our appetites more keen,
+With eager compounds we our palate urge,
+As, to prevent our maladies unseen,
+We sicken to shun sickness when we purge,
+Even so, being tuff of your ne'er-cloying sweetness,
+To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding
+And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness
+To be diseased ere that there was true needing.
+Thus policy in love, to anticipate
+The ills that were not, grew to faults assured
+And brought to medicine a healthful state
+Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cured:
+ But thence I learn, and find the lesson true,
+ Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.
+
+
+What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
+Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,
+Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,
+Still losing when I saw myself to win!
+What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
+Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
+How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
+In the distraction of this madding fever!
+O benefit of ill! now I find true
+That better is by evil still made better;
+And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,
+Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
+ So I return rebuked to my content
+ And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.
+
+
+That you were once unkind befriends me now,
+And for that sorrow which I then did feel
+Needs must I under my transgression bow,
+Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel
+For if you were by my unkindness shaken
+As I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time,
+And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
+To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
+O, that our night of woe might have remember'd
+My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,
+And soon to you, as you to me, then tender'd
+The humble slave which wounded bosoms fits!
+ But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
+ Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
+
+
+'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
+When not to be receives reproach of being,
+And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd
+Not by our feeling but by others' seeing:
+For why should others false adulterate eyes
+Give salutation to my sportive blood?
+Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
+Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
+No, I am that I am, and they that level
+At my abuses reckon up their own:
+I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel;
+By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown;
+ Unless this general evil they maintain,
+ All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
+
+
+Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
+Full character'd with lasting memory,
+Which shall above that idle rank remain
+Beyond all date, even to eternity;
+Or at the least, so long as brain and heart
+Have faculty by nature to subsist;
+Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
+Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd.
+That poor retention could not so much hold,
+Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
+Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
+To trust those tables that receive thee more:
+ To keep an adjunct to remember thee
+ Were to import forgetfulness in me.
+
+
+No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
+Thy pyramids built up with newer might
+To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
+They are but dressings of a former sight.
+Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
+What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
+And rather make them born to our desire
+Than think that we before have heard them told.
+\numerus*{+0}Thy registers and thee I both defy,
+\numerus*{}Not wondering at the present nor the past,
+For thy records and what we see doth lie,
+Made more or less by thy continual haste.
+ This I do vow and this shall ever be;
+ I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.
+
+
+If my dear love were but the child of state,
+It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd'
+As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate,
+Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd.
+No, it was builded far from accident;
+It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
+Under the blow of thralled discontent,
+Whereto the inviting time our fashion calls:
+It fears not policy, that heretic,
+Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
+But all alone stands hugely politic,
+That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers.
+ To this I witness call the fools of time,
+ Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.
+
+
+Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,
+With my extern the outward honouring,
+Or laid great bases for eternity,
+\numerus*{+0}Which prove more short than waste or ruining?
+\numerus*{}Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
+Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent,
+For compound sweet forgoing simple savour,
+Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
+No, let me be obsequious in thy heart,
+And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
+Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art,
+But mutual render, only me for thee.
+ Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul
+ When most impeach'd stands least in thy control.
+
+{
+\Forma\strophae{0*{10} 11}%
+O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
+Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
+Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
+Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;
+If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
+As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
+She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
+May time disgrace and wretched minutes
+Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
+She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
+ Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,
+ And her quietus is to render thee.
+}
+
+In the old age black was not counted fair,
+Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
+But now is black beauty's successive heir,
+And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame:
+For since each hand hath put on nature's power,
+Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face,
+Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
+But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
+\numerus*{+0}Therefore my mistress' brows are raven black,
+\numerus*{}Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
+At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
+Slandering creation with a false esteem:
+ Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,
+ That every tongue says beauty should look so.
+
+
+How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
+Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
+With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st
+The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
+Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap
+To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
+Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
+At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
+To be so tickled, they would change their state
+And situation with those dancing chips,
+O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
+Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
+ Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
+ Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
+
+
+The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
+Is lust in action; and till action, lust
+Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
+Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
+Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
+Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
+Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait
+On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
+\numerus*{+0}Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
+\numerus*{}Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
+A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
+Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
+ All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
+ To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
+
+My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
+Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
+If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
+If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
+I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
+But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
+And in some perfumes is there more delight
+Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
+I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
+That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
+I grant I never saw a goddess go;
+My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
+ And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
+ As any she belied with false compare.
+
+
+Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
+As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
+For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
+Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
+Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold
+Thy face hath not the power to make love groan:
+To say they err I dare not be so bold,
+Although I swear it to myself alone.
+And, to be sure that is not false I swear,
+A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face,
+One on another's neck, do witness bear
+Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place.
+ In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,
+ And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.
+
+
+Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
+Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
+Have put on black and loving mourners be,
+Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
+And truly not the morning sun of heaven
+Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
+Nor that full star that ushers in the even
+Doth half that glory to the sober west,
+As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
+O, let it then as well beseem thy heart
+To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
+And suit thy pity like in every part.
+ Then will I swear beauty herself is black
+ And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
+
+
+Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
+For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
+Is't not enough to torture me alone,
+But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
+Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
+And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
+Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken;
+A torment thrice threefold thus to be cross'd.
+Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
+But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
+Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
+Thou canst not then use rigor in my gaol:
+ And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
+ Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.
+
+
+So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
+And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,
+Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine
+Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still:
+But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
+For thou art covetous and he is kind;
+He learn'd but surety-like to write for me
+Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.
+The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
+Thou usurer, that put'st forth all to use,
+And sue a friend came debtor for my sake;
+So him I lose through my unkind abuse.
+ Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me:
+ He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.
+
+
+Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy `Will,'
+And `Will' to boot, and `Will' in overplus;
+More than enough am I that vex thee still,
+\numerus*{+0}To thy sweet will making addition thus.
+\numerus*{}Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
+Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
+Shall will in others seem right gracious,
+And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
+The sea all water, yet receives rain still
+And in abundance addeth to his store;
+So thou, being rich in `Will,' add to thy `Will'
+One will of mine, to make thy large `Will' more.
+ Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill;
+ Think all but one, and me in that one `Will.'
+
+
+If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,
+Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy `Will,'
+And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;
+Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulf'
+Will' will fulfil the treasure of thy love,
+Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
+In things of great receipt with ease we prove
+Among a number one is reckon'd none:
+Then in the number let me pass untold,
+Though in thy stores' account I one must be;
+For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
+That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:
+ Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
+ And then thou lovest me, for my name is `Will.'
+
+
+Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
+That they behold, and see not what they see?
+They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
+Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
+If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks
+Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
+Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
+Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
+Why should my heart think that a several plot
+Which my heart knows the wide world's common place?
+Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not,
+To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
+ In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
+ And to this false plague are they now transferr'd.
+
+
+When my love swears that she is made of truth
+I do believe her, though I know she lies,
+That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
+Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
+Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
+Although she knows my days are past the best,
+Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
+On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
+But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
+And wherefore say not I that I am old?
+O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
+And age in love loves not to have years told:
+ Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
+ And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
+
+
+O, call not me to justify the wrong
+That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
+Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
+Use power with power and slay me not by art.
+Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,
+Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
+What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
+Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?
+Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
+Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
+And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
+That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
+ Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
+ Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.
+
+
+Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
+My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
+Lest sorrow lend me words and words express
+The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
+If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
+Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so;
+As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
+No news but health from their physicians know;
+For if I should despair, I should grow mad,
+And in my madness might speak ill of thee:
+Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
+Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be,
+ That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
+ Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.
+
+
+In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
+For they in thee a thousand errors note;
+But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
+Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;
+Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,
+Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
+Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
+To any sensual feast with thee alone:
+But my five wits nor my five senses can
+Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
+Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
+Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be:
+ Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
+ That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
+
+
+Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
+Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
+O, but with mine compare thou thine own state,
+And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
+Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
+That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
+And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine,
+Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents.
+Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovest those
+Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:
+Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows
+Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
+ If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
+ By self-example mayst thou be denied!
+
+
+Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch
+One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
+Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatch
+In pursuit of the thing she would have stay,
+Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
+Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
+To follow that which flies before her face,
+Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;
+So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
+Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
+But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
+And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind:
+ So will I pray that thou mayst have thy `Will,'
+ If thou turn back, and my loud crying still.
+
+Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
+Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
+The better angel is a man right fair,
+The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill
+To win me soon to hell, my female evil
+Tempteth my better angel from my side,
+And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
+Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
+And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
+Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
+But being both from me, both to each friend,
+I guess one angel in another's hell:
+ Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
+ Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
+
+
+Those lips that Love's own hand did make
+Breathed forth the sound that said `I hate'
+To me that languish'd for her sake;
+But when she saw my woeful state,
+Straight in her heart did mercy come,
+Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
+Was used in giving gentle doom,
+And taught it thus anew to greet:
+`I hate' she alter'd with an end,
+That follow'd it as gentle day
+Doth follow night, who like a fiend
+From heaven to hell is flown away;
+ `I hate' from hate away she threw,
+ And saved my life, saying `not you.'
+
+
+Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
+[\ \ \ \ \ ] these rebel powers that thee array;
+Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
+Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
+Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
+Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
+Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
+Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?
+Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
+And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
+Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
+Within be fed, without be rich no more:
+ So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
+ And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
+
+
+My love is as a fever, longing still
+For that which longer nurseth the disease,
+Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
+The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
+My reason, the physician to my love,
+Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
+Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
+Desire is death, which physic did except.
+Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
+And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
+My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
+At random from the truth vainly express'd;
+ For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
+ Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
+
+
+O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
+Which have no correspondence with true sight!
+Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
+That censures falsely what they see aright?
+If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
+What means the world to say it is not so?
+If it be not, then love doth well denote
+Love's eye is not so true as all men's `No.'
+How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true,
+That is so vex'd with watching and with tears?
+No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
+The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
+ O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
+ Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.
+
+
+Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
+When I against myself with thee partake?
+Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
+Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?
+Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
+On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon?
+Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend
+Revenge upon myself with present moan?
+What merit do I in myself respect,
+That is so proud thy service to despise,
+When all my best doth worship thy defect,
+Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
+ But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;
+ Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind.
+
+
+O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
+With insufficiency my heart to sway?
+To make me give the lie to my true sight,
+And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
+Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
+That in the very refuse of thy deeds
+There is such strength and warrantize of skill
+That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
+\numerus*{+0}Who taught thee how to make me love thee more
+\numerus*{}The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
+O, though I love what others do abhor,
+With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
+ If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
+ More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
+
+
+Love is too young to know what conscience is;
+Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
+Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
+Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
+For, thou betraying me, I do betray
+My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
+My soul doth tell my body that he may
+Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;
+But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
+As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
+He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
+To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
+ No want of conscience hold it that I call
+ Her `love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
+
+In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
+But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing,
+In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn,
+In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
+But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee,
+When I break twenty? I am perjured most;
+For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee
+And all my honest faith in thee is lost,
+For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
+Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,
+And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,
+Or made them swear against the thing they see;
+ For I have sworn thee fair; more per-\\jured I,
+ To swear against the truth so foul a lie!
+
+
+Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
+A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
+And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
+In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
+Which borrow'd from this holy fire of Love
+A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
+And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
+Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
+But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,
+The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;
+I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,
+And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest,
+ But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
+ Where Cupid got new fire--my mistress' eyes.
+
+
+The little Love-god lying once asleep
+Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
+Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
+Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
+The fairest votary took up that fire
+Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;
+And so the general of hot desire
+Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd.
+This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
+Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
+Growing a bath and healthful remedy
+For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,
+ Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,
+ Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
+
+\endversus
+
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+\ExampleTitle {Oliver Goldsmith}{She Stoops to Conquer}
+ {Poems and Plays\\[1ex]Dent, 1975}
+
+\pagestyle {empty}
+
+\Titulus {DRAMATIS PERSONAE}
+
+\begin{versus}
+
+ \Novus \textus \actor
+ \Locus {\leftmargin + .5\textwidth}
+ \Facies {#1}
+
+\titulus{men}
+
+Sir Charles Marlow, \actor{Mr. Gardner}
+Young Marlow (his Son), \actor{Mr. Lee Lewes}
+Hardcastle, \actor{Mr. Shuter}
+Hastings, \actor{Mr. Dubellamy}
+Tony Lumpkin, \actor{Mr. Quick}
+Diggory, \actor{Mr. Saunders}
+
+\titulus{women}
+
+Mrs. Hardcastle, \actor{Mrs. Green}
+Miss Hardcastle, \actor{Mrs. Bulkley}
+Miss neville, \actor{Mrs. Kniveton}
+Maid, \actor{Miss Williams}
+
+\titulus {\textit{Landlord, Servants, etc. etc.}}
+\end{versus}
+
+\newpage
+\Titulus{TO SAMUEL JOHNSON, LL.D.}
+
+Dear Sir,
+\spatium {.5ex}
+
+By inscribing this slight performance to you, I do not mean
+so much to compliment you as myself. It may do me some honour to
+inform the public, that I have lived many years in intimacy with you.
+It may serve the interests of mankind also to inform them, that the
+greatest wit may be found in a character, without impairing the most
+unaffected piety.
+
+\quad I have, particularly, reason to thank you for your
+partiality to this performance. The undertaking a comedy not merely
+sentimental was very dangerous; and Mr. Colman, who saw this piece in
+its various stages, always thought it so. However, I ventured to trust
+it to the public; and, though it was necessarily delayed till late in
+the season, I have every reason to be grateful.
+
+\spatium {.5ex}
+
+\begin{versus}
+\Forma \strophae {345{1ex}6\\1.5em}
+I am, Dear Sir,
+Your most sincere friend,
+And admirer,
+\textsc{oliver goldsmith}
+\end{versus}
+
+\Titulus{PROLOGUE,}
+\titulus{BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.}
+
+\begin{drama}
+\begin{versus}
+\itshape
+\(c)Enter \persona{Mr. Woodward},\\ Dressed in Black, and holding a Handkerchief
+to his Eyes\)
+\Locus \textus {+4em}
+\00 Excuse me, sirs, I pray---I can't yet speak---
+I'm crying now---and have been all the week.
+\textup{'Tis not alone this mourning suit,} good masters:
+\textup{I've that within}---for which there are no plasters!
+Pray, would you know the reason why I'm crying?
+The Comic Muse, long sick, is now a-dying!
+And if she goes, my tears will never stop;
+For as a player, I can't squeeze out one drop:
+I am undone, that's all---shall lose my bread---
+I'd rather, but that's nothing---lose my head.
+When the sweet maid is laid upon the bier,
+\textup{Shuter} and I shall be chief mourners here.
+To \textup{her} a mawkish drab of spurious breed,
+Who deals in \textup{sentimentals} will succeed!
+Poor \textup{Ned} and \textup{I} are dead to all intents;
+We can as soon speak \textup{Greek} as \textup{sentiments}!
+Both nervous grown, to keep our spirits up.
+We now and then take down a hearty cup.
+What shall we do? If Comedy forsake us,
+\textup{They'll turn us out, and no one else will take us.}
+But why can't I be moral?---Let me try---
+My heart thus pressing---fixed my face and eye---
+With a sententious look, that nothing means,
+(Faces are blocks in sentimental scenes)
+Thus I begin: \textup{All is not gold that glitters},
+{\upshape
+Pleasure seems sweet, but proves a glass of bitters.
+When Ignorance enters, Folly is at hand:
+Learning is better far than house and land.
+Let not your virtue trip; who trips may stumble,
+And virtue is not virtue, if she tumble.
+}
+I give it up---morals won't do for me;
+To make you laugh, I must play tragedy.
+One hope remains---hearing the maid was ill,
+A \textup{doctor} comes this night to show his skill.
+To cheer her heart, and give your muscles motion,
+He, in \textup{five draughts} prepar'd, presents a potion:
+A kind of magic charm---for be assur'd,
+If you will \textup{swallow it}, the maid is cur'd:
+But desperate the Doctor, and her case is,
+If you reject the dose, and make wry faces!
+This truth he boasts, will boast it while he lives,
+No \textup{poisonous drugs} are mixed in what he gives.
+Should he succeed, you'll give him his degree;
+If not, within he will receive no fee!
+The College \textup{you}, must his pretensions back,
+Pronounce him \textup{regular}, or dub him \textup{quack}.
+\end{versus}
+\end{drama}
+
+\Drama
+\Prosa
+\persona*[1]{Sir Charles}
+\persona*[2]{Marlow}
+\persona*[3]{Hardcastle}
+\persona*[4]{Hastings}
+\persona*[5]{Tony}
+\persona*[6]{Diggory}
+
+\persona*[7]{Mrs. Hardcastle}
+\persona*[8]{Miss Hardcastle}
+\persona*[9]{Miss Neville}
+\persona*[10]{Maid}
+\persona*[11]{Landlord}
+\persona*[12]{Servant}
+
+\persona*[01]{Scene}
+
+
+ \Titulus {SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER\\[.5ex]
+ {\RelSize{-1}OR,}\\[.67ex]
+ THE MISTAKES OF A NIGHT}
+
+\spatium* {1\leading}
+
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+\pagestyle {MainMatterPage}
+
+\Act
+
+
+\(\01, A Chamber in an old-fashioned House\)
+
+
+\(Enter \7 and \persona{Mr. Hardcastle}\)
+
+\numerus{1}
+
+\7 I vow, Mr. Hardcastle, you're very particular. Is
+there a creature in the whole country but ourselves, that does not take
+a trip to town now and then, to rub off the rust a little? There's the
+two Miss Hoggs, and our neighbour Mrs. Grigsby, go to take a month's
+polishing every winter.
+
+\3 Ay, and bring back vanity and affectation to last them the
+whole year. I wonder why London cannot keep its own fools at home! In
+my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they
+travel faster than a stage-coach. Its fopperies come down not only as
+inside passengers, but in the very basket.
+
+\7 Ay, your times were fine times indeed; you have been
+telling us of them for many a long year. Here we live in an old
+rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we
+never see company. Our best visitors are old Mrs. Oddfish, the
+curate's wife, and little Cripplegate, the lame dancing-master; and all
+our entertainment your old stories of Prince Eugene and the Duke of
+Marlborough. I hate such old-fashioned trumpery.
+
+\3 And I love it. I love everything that's old: old
+friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine; and I believe,
+Dorothy, \[taking her hand\] you'll own I have been pretty fond of an old
+wife.
+
+\7 Lord, Mr. Hardcastle, you're for ever at your
+Dorothys and your old wifes. You may be a Darby, but I'll be no Joan,
+I promise you. I'm not so old as you'd make me, by more than one good
+year. Add twenty to twenty, and make money of that.
+
+\3 Let me see; twenty added to twenty makes just fifty and
+seven.
+
+\7 It's false, Mr. Hardcastle; I was but twenty when I
+was brought to bed of Tony, that I had by Mr. Lumpkin, my first
+husband; and he's not come to years of discretion yet.
+
+\3 Nor ever will, I dare answer for him. Ay, you have
+taught him finely.
+
+\7 No matter. Tony Lumpkin has a good fortune. My son
+is not to live by his learning. I don't think a boy wants much
+learning to spend fifteen hundred a year.
+
+\3 Learning, quotha! a mere composition of tricks and
+mischief.
+
+\7 Humour, my dear; nothing but humour. Come, Mr.
+Hardcastle, you must allow the boy a little humour.
+
+\3 I'd sooner allow him a horse-pond. If burning the
+footmen's shoes, frightening the maids, and worrying the kittens be
+humour, he has it. It was but yesterday he fastened my wig to the back
+of my chair, and when I went to make a bow, I popt my bald head in Mrs.
+Frizzle's face.
+
+\7 And am I to blame? The poor boy was always too
+sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes to
+be a little stronger, who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for
+him?
+
+\3 Latin for him! A cat and fiddle. No, no; the alehouse
+and the stable are the only schools he'll ever go to.
+
+\7 Well, we must not snub the poor boy now, for I
+believe we shan't have him long among us. Anybody that looks in his
+face may see he's consumptive.
+
+\3 Ay, if growing too fat be one of the symptoms.
+
+\7 He coughs sometimes.
+
+\3 Yes, when his liquor goes the wrong way.
+
+\7 I'm actually afraid of his lungs.
+
+\3 And truly so am I; for he sometimes whoops like a
+speaking trumpet---\[ap]\5 hallooing behind the scenes\]---O, there he
+goes---a very consumptive figure, truly.
+
+
+\(Enter \5, crossing the stage.\)
+
+
+\7 Tony, where are you going, my charmer? Won't you
+give papa and I a little of your company, lovee?
+
+\5 I'm in haste, mother; I cannot stay.
+
+\7 You shan't venture out this raw evening, my dear; you
+look most shockingly.
+
+\5 I can't stay, I tell you. The Three Pigeons expects me down
+every moment. There's some fun going forward.
+
+\3 Ay; the alehouse, the old place: I thought so.
+
+
+\7 A low, paltry set of fellows.
+
+\5 Not so low, neither. There's Dick Muggins the exciseman, Jack
+Slang the horse doctor, Little Aminadab that grinds the music box, and
+Tom Twist that spins the pewter platter.
+
+\7 Pray, my dear, disappoint them for one night at
+least.
+
+\5 As for disappointing them, I should not so much mind; but I
+can't abide to disappoint myself.
+
+\7 \[Detaining him\] You shan't go.
+
+\5 I will, I tell you.
+
+\7 I say you shan't.
+
+\5 We'll see which is strongest, you or I. \[r]Exit, hauling her
+out\]
+
+\(\3, Solus\)
+
+\3 Ay, there goes a pair that only spoil each
+other. But is not the whole age in a combination to drive sense and
+discretion out of doors? There's my pretty darling Kate! the fashions
+of the times have almost infected her too. By living a year or two in
+town, she is as fond of gauze and French frippery as the best of them.
+
+
+\(Enter \8\)
+
+
+\3 Blessings on my pretty innocence! drest out as usual, my
+Kate. Goodness! What a quantity of superfluous silk hast thou got
+about thee, girl! I could never teach the fools of this age, that the
+indigent world could be clothed out of the trimmings of the vain.
+
+\8 You know our agreement, sir. You allow me the
+morning to receive and pay visits, and to dress in my own manner; and
+in the evening I put on my housewife's dress to please you.
+
+\3 Well, remember, I insist on the terms of our agreement;
+and, by the bye, I believe I shall have occasion to try your obedience
+this very evening.
+
+\8 I protest, sir, I don't comprehend your meaning.
+
+\3 Then to be plain with you, Kate, I expect the young
+gentleman I have chosen to be your husband from town this very day. I
+have his father's letter, in which he informs me his son is set out,
+and that he intends to follow himself shortly after.
+
+\8 Indeed! I wish I had known something of this
+before. Bless me, how shall I behave? It's a thousand to one I
+shan't like him; our meeting will be so formal, and so like a thing of
+business, that I shall find no room for friendship or esteem.
+
+\3 Depend upon it, child, I'll never control your choice; but
+Mr. Marlow, whom I have pitched upon, is the son of my old friend, Sir
+Charles Marlow, of whom you have heard me talk so often. The young
+gentleman has been bred a scholar, and is designed for an employment in
+the service of his country. I am told he's a man of an excellent
+understanding.
+
+\8 Is he?
+
+\3 Very generous.
+
+\8 I believe I shall like him.
+
+\3 Young and brave.
+
+\8 I'm sure I shall like him.
+
+\3 And very handsome.
+
+\8 My dear papa, say no more \[kissing his hand\] he's
+mine; I'll have him.
+
+\3 And, to crown all, Kate, he's one of the most bashful and
+reserved young fellows in all the world.
+
+\8 Eh! you have frozen me to death again. That word
+\textit{reserved} has undone all the rest of his accomplishments. A reserved
+lover, it is said, always makes a suspicious husband.
+
+\3 On the contrary, modesty seldom resides in a breast that
+is not enriched with nobler virtues. It was the very feature in his
+character that first struck me.
+
+\8 He must have more striking features to catch me, I
+promise you. However, if he be so young, so handsome, and so
+everything as you mention, I believe he'll do still. I think I'll have
+him.
+
+\3 Ay, Kate, but there is still an obstacle. It's more than
+an even wager he may not have you.
+
+\8 My dear papa, why will you mortify one so?---Well, if
+he refuses, instead of breaking my heart at his indifference, I'll only
+break my glass for its flattery, set my cap to some newer fashion, and
+look out for some less difficult admirer.
+
+\3 Bravely resolved! In the mean time I'll go prepare the
+servants for his reception: as we seldom see company, they want as much
+training as a company of recruits the first day's muster. \[r]Exit\]
+
+ \(\8, Sola\)
+
+\8 Lud, this news of papa's puts me all in a
+flutter. Young, handsome: these he put last; but I put them foremost.
+Sensible, good-natured; I like all that. But then reserved and
+sheepish; that's much against him. Yet can't he be cured of his
+timidity, by being taught to be proud of his wife? Yes, and can't
+I---But I vow I'm disposing of the husband before I have secured the
+lover.
+
+
+\(Enter \9\)
+
+
+\8 I'm glad you're come, Neville, my dear. Tell me,
+Constance, how do I look this evening? Is there anything whimsical
+about me? Is it one of my well-looking days, child? Am I in face
+to-day?
+
+\9 Perfectly, my dear. Yet now I look again---bless
+me!---sure no accident has happened among the canary birds or the gold
+fishes. Has your brother or the cat been meddling? or has the last
+novel been too moving?
+
+\8 No; nothing of all this. I have been threatened---I
+can scarce get it out---I have been threatened with a lover.
+
+\9 And his name---
+
+\8 Is Marlow.
+
+\9 Indeed!
+
+\8 The son of Sir Charles Marlow.
+
+\9 As I live, the most intimate friend of Mr. Hastings, my
+admirer. They are never asunder. I believe you must have seen him
+when we lived in town.
+
+\8 Never.
+
+\9 He's a very singular character, I assure you. Among
+women of reputation and virtue he is the modestest man alive; but his
+acquaintance give him a very different character among creatures of
+another stamp: you understand me.
+
+\8 An odd character indeed. I shall never be able to
+manage him. What shall I do? Pshaw, think no more of him, but trust
+to occurrences for success. But how goes on your own affair, my dear?
+has my mother been courting you for my brother Tony as usual?
+
+\9 I have just come from one of our agreeable
+tete-a-tetes. She has been saying a hundred tender things, and setting
+off her pretty monster as the very pink of perfection.
+
+\8 And her partiality is such, that she actually thinks
+him so. A fortune like yours is no small temptation. Besides, as she
+has the sole management of it, I'm not surprised to see her unwilling
+to let it go out of the family.
+
+\9 A fortune like mine, which chiefly consists in jewels,
+is no such mighty temptation. But at any rate, if my dear Hastings be
+but constant, I make no doubt to be too hard for her at last. However,
+I let her suppose that I am in love with her son; and she never once
+dreams that my affections are fixed upon another.
+
+\8 My good brother holds out stoutly. I could almost
+love him for hating you so.
+
+\9 It is a good-natured creature at bottom, and I'm sure
+would wish to see me married to anybody but himself. But my aunt's
+bell rings for our afternoon's walk round the improvements. Allons!
+Courage is necessary, as our affairs are critical.
+
+\8 Would it were bed-time, and all were well.
+
+\[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\(j)\01, An Alehouse Room. Several shabby Fellows with punch and
+tobacco. \5 at the head of the table, a little higher than the
+rest, a mallet in his hand.\)
+
+
+\persona{Omnes} Hurrea! hurrea! hurrea! bravo!
+
+\persona{First Fellow} Now, gentlemen, silence for a song. The 'squire is
+going to knock himself down for a song.
+
+\persona{Omnes} Ay, a song, a song!
+
+\5 Then I'll sing you, gentlemen, a song I made upon this
+alehouse, the Three Pigeons.
+
+\SpatiumSupra \titulum {2ex plus 1ex\penalty -100}
+\SpatiumInfra {2ex plus 1ex\penalty 10000}
+\titulus{\textsc{Song}}
+
+\begin{versus}
+\Forma \strophae {010101016}
+\SpatiumInfra {1.5ex plus .5ex\penalty -100}
+\Locus \textus {+4em}
+\itshape
+
+Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain
+ With grammar, and nonsense, and learning,
+Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
+ Gives \textup{genus} a better discerning.
+Let them brag of their heathenish gods,
+ Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians,
+Their Quis, and their Quaes, and their Quods,
+ They're all but a parcel of Pigeons.
+ \textup{Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.}
+
+When methodist preachers come down,
+ A-preaching that drinking is sinful,
+I'll wager the rascals a crown,
+ They always preach best with a skinful.
+But when you come down with your pence,
+ For a slice of their scurvy religion,
+I'll leave it to all men of sense,
+ But you, my good friend, are the Pigeon.
+ \textup{Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.}
+
+Then come, put the jorum about,
+ And let us be merry and clever,
+Our hearts and our liquors are stout,
+ Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever.
+Let some cry up woodcock or hare,
+ Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons;
+But of all the \textup{gay} birds in the air,
+ Here's a health to the Three Jolly Pigeons.
+ \textup{Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.}
+
+\end{versus}
+
+\persona{Omnes} Bravo, bravo!
+
+\persona{First Fellow} The 'squire has got spunk in him.
+
+\persona{Second Fellow} I loves to hear him sing, bekeays he never gives us
+nothing that's low.
+
+\persona{Third Fellow} O damn anything that's low, I cannot bear it.
+
+\persona{Fourth Fellow} The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time: if so
+be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.
+
+\persona{Third Fellow} I likes the maxum of it, Master Muggins. What, though I
+am obligated to dance a bear, a man may be a gentleman for all that.
+May this be my poison, if my bear ever dances but to the very
+genteelest of tunes; ``Water Parted,'' or ``The minuet in Ariadne.''
+
+\persona{Second Fellow} What a pity it is the 'squire is not come to his own.
+It would be well for all the publicans within ten miles round of him.
+
+\5 Ecod, and so it would, Master Slang. I'd then show what it was
+to keep choice of company.
+
+\persona{Second Fellow} O he takes after his own father for that. To be sure
+old 'Squire Lumpkin was the finest gentleman I ever set my eyes on.
+For winding the straight horn, or beating a thicket for a hare, or a
+wench, he never had his fellow. It was a saying in the place, that he
+kept the best horses, dogs, and girls, in the whole county.
+
+\5 Ecod, and when I'm of age, I'll be no bastard, I promise you. I
+have been thinking of Bet Bouncer and the miller's grey mare to begin
+with. But come, my boys, drink about and be merry, for you pay no
+reckoning. Well, Stingo, what's the matter?
+
+
+\(Enter \11.\)
+
+
+\11 There be two gentlemen in a post-chaise at the door. They
+have lost their way upo' the forest; and they are talking something
+about Mr. Hardcastle.
+
+\5 As sure as can be, one of them must be the gentleman that's
+coming down to court my sister. Do they seem to be Londoners?
+
+\11 I believe they may. They look woundily like Frenchmen.
+
+\5 Then desire them to step this way, and I'll set them right in a
+twinkling. \[Exit \11\]
+Gentlemen, as they mayn't be good enough
+company for you, step down for a moment, and I'll be with you in the
+squeezing of a lemon. \[r]Exeunt mob\]
+
+ \(\5 solus\)
+\5 Father-in-law has been calling me whelp and hound this
+half year. Now, if I pleased, I could be so revenged upon the old
+grumbletonian. But then I'm afraid---afraid of what? I shall soon be
+worth fifteen hundred a year, and let him frighten me out of \textit{that}
+if he can.
+
+
+\(Enter \11, conducting \2 and \4\)
+
+
+\2 What a tedious uncomfortable day have we had of it! We were
+told it was but forty miles across the country, and we have come above
+threescore.
+
+\4 And all, Marlow, from that unaccountable reserve of yours,
+that would not let us inquire more frequently on the way.
+
+\2 I own, Hastings, I am unwilling to lay myself under an
+obligation to every one I meet, and often stand the chance of an
+unmannerly answer.
+
+\4 At present, however, we are not likely to receive any
+answer.
+
+\5 No offence, gentlemen. But I'm told you have been inquiring for
+one Mr. Hardcastle in these parts. Do you know what part of the
+country you are in?
+
+\4 Not in the least, sir, but should thank you for
+information.
+
+\5 Nor the way you came?
+
+\4 No, sir: but if you can inform us------
+
+\5 Why, gentlemen, if you know neither the road you are going, nor
+where you are, nor the road you came, the first thing I have to inform
+you is, that---you have lost your way.
+
+\2 We wanted no ghost to tell us that.
+
+\5 Pray, gentlemen, may I be so bold so as to ask the place from
+whence you came?
+
+\2 That's not necessary towards directing us where we are to go.
+
+\5 No offence; but question for question is all fair, you know.
+Pray, gentlemen, is not this same Hardcastle a cross-grained,
+old-fashioned, whimsical fellow, with an ugly face, a daughter, and a
+pretty son?
+
+\4 We have not seen the gentleman; but he has the family you
+mention.
+
+\5 The daughter, a tall, trapesing, trolloping, talkative maypole;
+the son, a pretty, well-bred, agreeable youth, that everybody is fond
+of.
+
+\2 Our information differs in this. The daughter is said to be
+well-bred and beautiful; the son an awkward booby, reared up and
+spoiled at his mother's apron-string.
+
+\5 He-he-hem!---Then, gentlemen, all I have to tell you is, that you
+won't reach Mr. Hardcastle's house this night, I believe.
+
+\4 Unfortunate!
+
+\5 It's a damn'd long, dark, boggy, dirty, dangerous way. Stingo,
+tell the gentlemen the way to Mr. Hardcastle's! \[winking upon the
+\11\] Mr. Hardcastle's, of Quagmire Marsh, you understand me.
+
+\11 Master Hardcastle's! Lock-a-daisy, my masters, you're come
+a deadly deal wrong! When you came to the bottom of the hill, you
+should have crossed down Squash Lane.
+
+\2 Cross down Squash Lane!
+
+\11 Then you were to keep straight forward, till you came to
+four roads.
+
+\2 Come to where four roads meet?
+
+\5 Ay; but you must be sure to take only one of them.
+
+\2 O, sir, you're facetious.
+
+\5 Then keeping to the right, you are to go sideways till you come
+upon Crackskull Common: there you must look sharp for the track of the
+wheel, and go forward till you come to farmer Murrain's barn. Coming
+to the farmer's barn, you are to turn to the right, and then to the
+left, and then to the right about again, till you find out the old
+mill---
+
+\2 Zounds, man! we could as soon find out the longitude!
+
+\4 What's to be done, Marlow?
+
+\2 This house promises but a poor reception; though perhaps the
+landlord can accommodate us.
+
+\11 Alack, master, we have but one spare bed in the whole
+house.
+
+\5 And to my knowledge, that's taken up by three lodgers already.
+\[after a pause, in which the rest seem disconcerted\] I have hit it.
+Don't you think, Stingo, our landlady could accommodate the gentlemen
+by the fire-side, with------three chairs and a bolster?
+
+\4 I hate sleeping by the fire-side.
+
+\2 And I detest your three chairs and a bolster.
+
+\5 You do, do you? then, let me see---what if you go on a mile
+further, to the Buck's Head; the old Buck's Head on the hill, one of
+the best inns in the whole county?
+
+\4 O ho! so we have escaped an adventure for this night,
+however.
+
+\11 \[apart to \5\] Sure, you ben't sending them to your
+father's as an inn, be you?
+
+\5 Mum, you fool you. Let \textit{them} find that out. \[to them\] You
+have only to keep on straight forward, till you come to a large old
+house by the road side. You'll see a pair of large horns over the
+door. That's the sign. Drive up the yard, and call stoutly about you.
+
+\4 Sir, we are obliged to you. The servants can't miss the
+way?
+
+\5 No, no: but I tell you, though, the landlord is rich, and going
+to leave off business; so he wants to be thought a gentleman, saving
+your presence, he! he! he! He'll be for giving you his company; and,
+ecod, if you mind him, he'll persuade you that his mother was an
+alderman, and his aunt a justice of peace.
+
+\11 A troublesome old blade, to be sure; but a keeps as good
+wines and beds as any in the whole country.
+
+\2 Well, if he supplies us with these, we shall want no farther
+connexion. We are to turn to the right, did you say?
+
+\5 No, no; straight forward. I'll just step myself, and show you a
+piece of the way. \[to the \11\] Mum!
+
+\11 Ah, bless your heart, for a sweet, pleasant---damn'd
+mischie\-vous son of a whore. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+
+
+\Act
+
+
+\(\01, An old-fashioned House.\)
+
+
+\(Enter \3, followed by three or four awkward Servants.\)
+
+
+\3 Well, I hope you are perfect in the table exercise I have
+been teaching you these three days. You all know your posts and your
+places, and can show that you have been used to good company, without
+ever stirring from home.
+
+\persona{Omnes} Ay, ay.
+
+\3 When company comes you are not to pop out and stare, and
+then run in again, like frightened rabbits in a warren.
+
+\persona{Omnes} No, no.
+
+\3 You, Diggory, whom I have taken from the barn, are to make
+a show at the side-table; and you, Roger, whom I have advanced from the
+plough, are to place yourself behind my chair. But you're not to stand
+so, with your hands in your pockets. Take your hands from your
+pockets, Roger; and from your head, you blockhead you. See how Diggory
+carries his hands. They're a little too stiff, indeed, but that's no
+great matter.
+
+\6 Ay, mind how I hold them. I learned to hold my hands this
+way when I was upon drill for the militia. And so being upon drill------
+
+\3 You must not be so talkative, Diggory. You must be all
+attention to the guests. You must hear us talk, and not think of
+talking; you must see us drink, and not think of drinking; you must see
+us eat, and not think of eating.
+
+\6 By the laws, your worship, that's parfectly unpossible.
+Whenever Diggory sees yeating going forward, ecod, he's always wishing
+for a mouthful himself.
+
+\3 Blockhead! Is not a belly-full in the kitchen as good as
+a belly-full in the parlour? Stay your stomach with that reflection.
+
+\6 Ecod, I thank your worship, I'll make a shift to stay my
+stomach with a slice of cold beef in the pantry.
+
+\3 Diggory, you are too talkative.---Then, if I happen to say
+a good thing, or tell a good story at table, you must not all burst out
+a-laughing, as if you made part of the company.
+
+\6 Then ecod your worship must not tell the story of Ould
+Grouse in the gun-room: I can't help laughing at that---he! he!
+he!---for the soul of me. We have laughed at that these twenty
+years---ha! ha! ha!
+
+\3 Ha! ha! ha! The story is a good one. Well, honest
+Diggory, you may laugh at that---but still remember to be attentive.
+Suppose one of the company should call for a glass of wine, how will
+you behave? A glass of wine, sir, if you please \[to \6\].---Eh, why
+don't you move?
+
+\6 Ecod, your worship, I never have courage till I see the
+eatables and drinkables brought upo' the table, and then I'm as bauld
+as a lion.
+
+\3 What, will nobody move?
+
+\persona{First Servant} I'm not to leave this pleace.
+
+\persona{Second Servant} I'm sure it's no pleace of mine.
+
+\persona{Third Servant} Nor mine, for sartain.
+
+\6 Wauns, and I'm sure it canna be mine.
+
+\3 You numskulls! and so while, like your betters, you are
+quarrelling for places, the guests must be starved. O you dunces! I
+find I must begin all over again------But don't I hear a coach drive into
+the yard? To your posts, you blockheads. I'll go in the mean time and
+give my old friend's son a hearty reception at the gate.
+
+\[r]Exit \3\]
+
+\6 By the elevens, my pleace is gone quite out of my head.
+
+\persona{Roger} I know that my pleace is to be everywhere.
+
+\persona{First Servant} Where the devil is mine?
+
+\persona{Second Servant} My pleace is to be nowhere at all; and so I'ze go
+about my business.
+
+\[r]Exeunt Servants, running about as if frightened, different ways\]
+
+
+\(Enter \12 with candles, showing in \2 and \4\)
+
+
+\12 Welcome, gentlemen, very welcome! This way.
+
+\4 After the disappointments of the day, welcome once more,
+Charles, to the comforts of a clean room and a good fire. Upon my
+word, a very well-looking house; antique but creditable.
+
+\2 The usual fate of a large mansion. Having first ruined the
+master by good housekeeping, it at last comes to levy contributions as
+an inn.
+
+\4 As you say, we passengers are to be taxed to pay all these
+fineries. I have often seen a good sideboard, or a marble
+chimney-piece, though not actually put in the bill, inflame a
+reckoning confoundedly.
+
+\2 Travellers, George, must pay in all places: the only
+difference is, that in good inns you pay dearly for luxuries; in bad
+inns you are fleeced and starved.
+
+\4 You have lived very much among them. In truth, I have been
+often surprised, that you who have seen so much of the world, with your
+natural good sense, and your many opportunities, could never yet
+acquire a requisite share of assurance.
+
+\2 The Englishman's malady. But tell me, George, where could I
+have learned that assurance you talk of? My life has been chiefly
+spent in a college or an inn, in seclusion from that lovely part of the
+creation that chiefly teach men confidence. I don't know that I was
+ever familiarly acquainted with a single modest woman---except my
+mother---But among females of another class, you know------
+
+\4 Ay, among them you are impudent enough of all conscience.
+
+\2 They are of \textit{us}, you know.
+
+\4 But in the company of women of reputation I never saw such
+an idiot, such a trembler; you look for all the world as if you wanted
+an opportunity of stealing out of the room.
+
+\2 Why, man, that's because I do want to steal out of the room.
+Faith, I have often formed a resolution to break the ice, and rattle
+away at any rate. But I don't know how, a single glance from a pair of
+fine eyes has totally overset my resolution. An impudent fellow may
+counterfeit modesty; but I'll be hanged if a modest man can ever
+counterfeit impudence.
+
+\4 If you could but say half the fine things to them that I
+have heard you lavish upon the bar-maid of an inn, or even a college
+bed-maker------
+
+\2 Why, George, I can't say fine things to them; they freeze,
+they petrify me. They may talk of a comet, or a burning mountain, or
+some such bagatelle; but, to me, a modest woman, drest out in all her
+finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.
+
+\4 Ha! ha! ha! At this rate, man, how can you ever expect to
+marry?
+
+\2 Never; unless, as among kings and princes, my bride were to be
+courted by proxy. If, indeed, like an Eastern bridegroom, one were to
+be introduced to a wife he never saw before, it might be endured. But
+to go through all the terrors of a formal courtship, together with the
+episode of aunts, grandmothers, and cousins, and at last to blurt out
+the broad staring question of, Madam, will you marry me? No, no,
+that's a strain much above me, I assure you.
+
+\4 I pity you. But how do you intend behaving to the lady you
+are come down to visit at the request of your father?
+
+\2 As I behave to all other ladies. Bow very low, answer yes or
+no to all her demands---But for the rest, I don't think I shall venture
+to look in her face till I see my father's again.
+
+\4 I'm surprised that one who is so warm a friend can be so
+cool a lover.
+
+\2 To be explicit, my dear Hastings, my chief inducement down was
+to be instrumental in forwarding your happiness, not my own. Miss
+Neville loves you, the family don't know you; as my friend you are sure
+of a reception, and let honour do the rest.
+
+\4 My dear Marlow! But I'll suppress the emotion. Were I a
+wretch, meanly seeking to carry off a fortune, you should be the last
+man in the world I would apply to for assistance. But Miss Neville's
+person is all I ask, and that is mine, both from her deceased father's
+consent, and her own inclination.
+
+\2 Happy man! You have talents and art to captivate any woman.
+I'm doom'd to adore the sex, and yet to converse with the only part of
+it I despise. This stammer in my address, and this awkward
+prepossessing visage of mine, can never permit me to soar above the
+reach of a milliner's 'prentice, or one of the duchesses of Drury-lane.
+Pshaw! this fellow here to interrupt us.
+
+
+\(Enter \3\)
+
+
+\3 Gentlemen, once more you are heartily welcome. Which is
+Mr. Marlow? Sir, you are heartily welcome. It's not my way, you see,
+to receive my friends with my back to the fire. I like give them a
+hearty reception in the old style at my gate. I like to see their
+horses and trunks taken care of.
+
+\2 \[Aside\] He has got our names from the servants already. \[To him\]
+We approve your caution and hospitality, sir. \[To \4\] I
+have been thinking, George, of changing our travelling dresses in the
+morning. I am grown confoundedly ashamed of mine.
+
+\3 I beg, Mr. Marlow, you'll use no ceremony in this house.
+
+\4 I fancy, Charles, you're right: the first blow is half the
+battle. I intend opening the campaign with the white and gold.
+
+\3 Mr. Marlow---Mr. Hastings---gentlemen---pray be under no
+constraint in this house. This is Liberty-hall, gentlemen. You may do
+just as you please here.
+
+\2 Yet, George, if we open the campaign too fiercely at first, we
+may want ammunition before it is over. I think to reserve the
+embroidery to secure a retreat.
+
+\3 Your talking of a retreat, Mr. Marlow, puts me in mind of
+the Duke of Marlborough, when we went to besiege Denain. He first
+summoned the garrison------
+
+\2 Don't you think the \textit{ventre d'or} waistcoat will do with the
+plain brown?
+
+\3 He first summoned the garrison, which might consist of
+about five thousand men------
+
+\4 I think not: brown and yellow mix but very poorly.
+
+\3 I say, gentlemen, as I was telling you, be summoned the
+garrison, which might consist of about five thousand men------
+
+\2 The girls like finery.
+
+\3 Which might consist of about five thousand men, well
+appointed with stores, ammunition, and other implements of war. Now,
+says the Duke of Marlborough to George Brooks, that stood next to
+him---you must have heard of George Brooks---I'll pawn my dukedom, says
+he, but I take that garrison without spilling a drop of blood. So------
+
+\2 What, my good friend, if you gave us a glass of punch in the
+mean time; it would help us to carry on the siege with vigour.
+
+\3 Punch, sir! \[Aside\] This is the most unaccountable kind
+of modesty I ever met with.
+
+\2 Yes, sir, punch. A glass of warm punch, after our journey,
+will be comfortable. This is Liberty-hall, you know.
+
+\3 Here's a cup, sir.
+
+\2 \[Aside\] So this fellow, in his Liberty-hall, will only let
+us have just what he pleases.
+
+\3 \[Taking the cup\] I hope you'll find it to your mind. I
+have prepared it with my own hands, and I believe you'll own the
+ingredients are tolerable. Will you be so good as to pledge me, sir?
+Here, Mr. Marlow, here is to our better acquaintance. \[drinks\]
+
+\2 \[Aside\] A very impudent fellow this! but he's a character,
+and I'll humour him a little. Sir, my service to you. \[drinks\]
+
+\4 \[Aside\] I see this fellow wants to give us his company,
+and forgets that he's an innkeeper, before he has learned to be a
+gentleman.
+
+\2 From the excellence of your cup, my old friend, I suppose you
+have a good deal of business in this part of the country. Warm work,
+now and then, at elections, I suppose.
+
+\3 No, sir, I have long given that work over. Since our
+betters have hit upon the expedient of electing each other, there is no
+business \textit{for us that sell ale}.
+
+\4 So, then, you have no turn for politics, I find.
+
+\3 Not in the least. There was a time, indeed, I fretted
+myself about the mistakes of government, like other people; but finding
+myself every day grow more angry, and the government growing no better,
+I left it to mend itself. Since that, I no more trouble my head about
+\textit{Hyder Ally}, or \textit{Ally Cawn}, than about \textit{Ally
+Croker}. Sir, my service to you.
+
+\4 So that with eating above stairs, and drinking below, with
+receiving your friends within, and amusing them without, you lead a
+good pleasant bustling life of it.
+
+\3 I do stir about a great deal, that's certain. Half the
+differences of the parish are adjusted in this very parlour.
+
+\2 \[After drinking\] And you have an argument in your cup, old
+gentleman, better than any in Westminster-hall.
+
+\3 Ay, young gentleman, that, and a little philosophy.
+
+\2 \[Aside\] Well, this is the first time I ever heard of an
+innkeeper's philosophy.
+
+\4 So then, like an experienced general, you attack them on
+every quarter. If you find their reason manageable, you attack it with
+your philosophy; if you find they have no reason, you attack them with
+this. Here's your health, my philosopher.\[drinks\]
+
+\3 Good, very good, thank you; ha! ha! Your generalship puts
+me in mind of Prince Eugene, when he fought the Turks at the battle of
+Belgrade. You shall hear.
+
+\2 Instead of the battle of Belgrade, I believe it's almost time
+to talk about supper. What has your philosophy got in the house for
+supper?
+
+\3 For supper, sir! \[Aside\] Was ever such a request to a
+man in his own house?
+
+\2 Yes, sir, supper, sir; I begin to feel an appetite. I shall
+make devilish work to-night in the larder, I promise you.
+
+\3 \[Aside\] Such a brazen dog sure never my eyes beheld.
+\[To Him\] Why, really, sir, as for supper I can't well tell. My
+Dorothy and the cook-maid settle these things between them. I leave
+these kind of things entirely to them.
+
+\2 You do, do you?
+
+\3 Entirely. By the bye, I believe they are in actual
+consultation upon what's for supper this moment in the kitchen.
+
+\2 Then I beg they'll admit me as one of their privy council.
+It's a way I have got. When I travel, I always chose to regulate my
+own supper. Let the cook be called. No offence I hope, sir.
+
+\3 O no, sir, none in the least; yet I don't know how; our
+Bridget, the cook-maid, is not very communicative upon these
+occasions. Should we send for her, she might scold us all out of the
+house.
+
+\4 Let's see your list of the larder then. I ask it as a
+favour. I always match my appetite to my bill of fare.
+
+\2 \[To \3, who looks at them with surprise\] Sir, he's
+very right, and it's my way too.
+
+\3 Sir, you have a right to command here. Here, Roger,
+bring us the bill of fare for to-night's supper: I believe it's drawn
+out---Your manner, Mr. Hastings, puts me in mind of my uncle, Colonel
+Wallop. It was a saying of his, that no man was sure of his supper
+till he had eaten it.
+
+\4 \[Aside\] All upon the high rope! His uncle a colonel! we
+shall soon hear of his mother being a justice of the peace. But let's
+hear the bill of fare.
+
+\2 \[Perusing\] What's here? For the first course; for the
+second course; for the dessert. The devil, sir, do you think we have
+brought down a whole Joiners' Company, or the corporation of Bedford,
+to eat up such a supper? Two or three little things, clean and
+comfortable, will do.
+
+\4 But let's hear it.
+
+\2 \[Reading\] For the first course, at the top, a pig and prune
+sauce.
+
+\4 Damn your pig, I say.
+
+\2 And damn your prune sauce, say I.
+
+\3 And yet, gentlemen, to men that are hungry, pig with
+prune sauce is very good eating.
+
+\2 At the bottom, a calf's tongue and brains.
+
+\4 Let your brains be knocked out, my good sir, I don't like
+them.
+
+\2 Or you may clap them on a plate by themselves. I do.
+
+\3 \[Aside\] Their impudence confounds me. \[To them\]
+Gentlemen, you are my guests, make what alterations you please. Is
+there anything else you wish to retrench or alter, gentlemen?
+
+\2 Item, a pork pie, a boiled rabbit and sausages, a Florentine,
+a shaking pudding, and a dish of tiff---taff---taffety cream.
+
+\4 Confound your made dishes; I shall be as much at a loss in
+this house as at a green and yellow dinner at the French ambassador's
+table. I'm for plain eating.
+
+\3 I'm sorry, gentlemen, that I have nothing you like, but if
+there be anything you have a particular fancy to------
+
+\2 Why, really, sir, your bill of fare is so exquisite, that any
+one part of it is full as good as another. Send us what you please.
+So much for supper. And now to see that our beds are aired, and
+properly taken care of.
+
+\3 I entreat you'll leave that to me. You shall not stir a
+step.
+
+\2 Leave that to you! I protest, sir, you must excuse me, I
+always look to these things myself.
+
+\3 I must insist, sir, you'll make yourself easy on that
+head.
+
+\2 You see I'm resolved on it. \[Aside\] A very troublesome
+fellow this, as I ever met with.
+
+\3 Well, sir, I'm resolved at least to attend you. \[Aside\]
+This may be modem modesty, but I never saw anything look so like
+old-fashioned impudence. \[r]Exeunt \2 and \3\]
+
+\4 \[Alone\] So I find this fellow's civilities begin to grow
+troublesome. But who can be angry at those assiduities which are meant
+to please him? Ha! what do I see? Miss Neville, by all that's happy!
+
+
+\(Enter \9\)
+
+
+\9 My dear Hastings! To what unexpected good fortune, to
+what accident, am I to ascribe this happy meeting?
+
+\4 Rather let me ask the same question, as I could never have
+hoped to meet my dearest Constance at an inn.
+
+\9 An inn! sure you mistake: my aunt, my guardian, lives
+here. What could induce you to think this house an inn?
+
+\4 My friend, Mr. Marlow, with whom I came down, and I, have
+been sent here as to an inn, I assure you. A young fellow, whom we
+accidentally met at a house hard by, directed us hither.
+
+\9 Certainly it must be one of my hopeful cousin's tricks,
+of whom you have heard me talk so often; ha! ha! ha!
+
+\4 He whom your aunt intends for you? he of whom I have such
+just apprehensions?
+
+\9 You have nothing to fear from him, I assure you. You'd
+adore him, if you knew how heartily he despises me. My aunt knows it
+too, and has undertaken to court me for him, and actually begins to
+think she has made a conquest.
+
+\4 Thou dear dissembler! You must know, my Constance, I have
+just seized this happy opportunity of my friend's visit here to get
+admittance into the family. The horses that carried us down are now
+fatigued with their journey, but they'll soon be refreshed; and then,
+if my dearest girl will trust in her faithful Hastings, we shall soon
+be landed in France, where even among slaves the laws of marriage are
+respected.
+
+\9 I have often told you, that though ready to obey you, I
+yet should leave my little fortune behind with reluctance. The
+greatest part of it was left me by my uncle, the India director, and
+chiefly consists in jewels. I have been for some time persuading my
+aunt to let me wear them. I fancy I'm very near succeeding. The
+instant they are put into my possession, you shall find me ready to
+make them and myself yours.
+
+\4 Perish the baubles! Your person is all I desire. In the
+mean time, my friend Marlow must not be let into his mistake. I know
+the strange reserve of his temper is such, that if abruptly informed of
+it, he would instantly quit the house before our plan was ripe for
+execution.
+
+\9 But how shall we keep him in the deception? Miss
+Hardcastle is just returned from walking; what if we still continue to
+deceive him?------This, this way------\[r]They confer\]
+
+
+\(Enter \2\)
+
+
+\2 The assiduities of these good people teaze me beyond bearing.
+My host seems to think it ill manners to leave me alone, and so he
+claps not only himself, but his old-fashioned wife, on my back. They
+talk of coming to sup with us too; and then, I suppose, we are to run
+the gantlet through all the rest of the family.---What have we got here?
+
+\4 My dear Charles! Let me congratulate you!---The most
+fortunate accident!---Who do you think is just alighted?
+
+\2 Cannot guess.
+
+\4 Our mistresses, boy, Miss Hardcastle and Miss Neville.
+Give me leave to introduce Miss Constance Neville to your
+acquaintance. Happening to dine in the neighbourhood, they called on
+their return to take fresh horses here. Miss Hardcastle has just stept
+into the next room, and will be back in an instant. Wasn't it lucky?
+eh!
+
+\2 \[Aside\] I have been mortified enough of all conscience, and
+here comes something to complete my embarrassment.
+
+\4 Well, but wasn't it the most fortunate thing in the world?
+
+\2 Oh! yes. Very fortunate---a most joyful encounter---But our
+dresses, George, you know are in disorder---What if we should postpone
+the happiness till to-morrow?---To-morrow at her own house---It will be
+every bit as convenient---and rather more re\-spec\-tful---To-morrow let it
+be. \[r]Offering to go\]
+
+\9 By no means, sir. Your ceremony will displease her.
+The disorder of your dress will show the ardour of your impatience.
+Besides, she knows you are in the house, and will permit you to see
+her.
+
+\2 O! the devil! how shall I support it? Hem! hem! Hastings,
+you must not go. You are to assist me, you know. I shall be
+confoundedly ridiculous. Yet, hang it! I'll take courage. Hem!
+
+\4 Pshaw, man! it's but the first plunge, and all's over.
+She's but a woman, you know.
+
+\2 And, of all women, she that I dread most to encounter.
+
+
+\(Enter \8, as returned from walking, a bonnet, etc.\)
+
+
+\4 \[introducing them\] Miss Hardcastle, Mr. Marlow. I'm
+proud of bringing two persons of such merit together, that only want to
+know, to esteem each other.
+
+\8 \[Aside\] Now for meeting my modest gentleman with a
+demure face, and quite in his own manner. \[After a pause, in which he
+appears very uneasy and disconcerted\] I'm glad of your safe arrival,
+sir. I'm told you had some accidents by the way.
+
+\2 Only a few, madam. Yes, we had some. Yes, madam, a good many
+accidents, but should be sorry---madam---or rather glad of any
+accidents---that are so agreeably concluded. Hem!
+
+\4 \[To him\] You never spoke better in your whole life. Keep
+it up, and I'll insure you the victory.
+
+\8 I'm afraid you flatter, sir. You that have seen so
+much of the finest company, can find little entertainment in an obscure
+corner of the country.
+
+\2 \[Gathering courage\] I have lived, indeed, in the world,
+madam; but I have kept very little company. I have been but an
+observer upon life, madam, while others were enjoying it.
+
+\9 But that, I am told, is the way to enjoy it at last.
+
+\4 \[To him\] Cicero never spoke better. Once more, and you
+are confirmed in assurance for ever.
+
+\2 \[To him\] Hem! Stand by me, then, and when I'm down, throw
+in a word or two, to set me up again.
+
+\8 An observer, like you, upon life were, I fear,
+disagreeably employed, since you must have had much more to censure
+than to approve.
+
+\2 Pardon me, madam. I was always willing to be amused. The
+folly of most people is rather an object of mirth than uneasiness.
+
+\4 \[To him\] Bravo, bravo. Never spoke so well in your whole
+life. Well, Miss Hardcastle, I see that you and Mr. Marlow are going
+to be very good company. I believe our being here will but embarrass
+the interview.
+
+\2 Not in the least, Mr. Hastings. We like your company of all
+things. \[To him\] Zounds! George, sure you won't go? how can you
+leave us?
+
+\4 Our presence will but spoil conversation, so we'll retire to
+the next room. \[To him\] You don't consider, man, that we are to
+manage a little tete-a-tete of our own. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\8 \[after a pause\]. But you have not been wholly an
+observer, I presume, sir: the ladies, I should hope, have employed some
+part of your addresses.
+
+\2 \[Relapsing into timidity\] Pardon me, madam, I---I---I---as yet
+have studied---only---to---deserve them.
+
+\8 And that, some say, is the very worst way to obtain them.
+
+\2 Perhaps so, madam. But I love to converse only with the more
+grave and sensible part of the sex. But I'm afraid I grow tiresome.
+
+\8 Not at all, sir; there is nothing I like so much as
+grave conversation myself; I could hear it for ever. Indeed, I have
+often been surprised how a man of sentiment could ever admire those
+light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart.
+
+\2 It's------a disease------of the mind, madam. In the variety of
+tastes there must be some who, wanting a relish------for------um---a---um.
+
+\8 I understand you, sir. There must be some, who,
+wanting a relish for refined pleasures, pretend to despise what they
+are incapable of tasting.
+
+\2 My meaning, madam, but infinitely better expressed. And I
+can't help observing------a------
+
+\8 \[Aside\] Who could ever suppose this fellow
+impudent upon some occasions? \[To him\] You were going to observe,
+sir------
+
+\2 I was observing, madam---I protest, madam, I forget what I was
+going to observe.
+
+\8 \[Aside\] I vow and so do I. \[To him\] You were
+observing, sir, that in this age of hypocrisy---something about
+hypocrisy, sir.
+
+\2 Yes, madam. In this age of hypocrisy there are few who upon
+strict inquiry do not---a---a---a---
+
+\8 I understand you perfectly, sir.
+
+\2 \[Aside\] Egad! and that's more than I do myself.
+
+\8 You mean that in this hypocritical age there are few
+that do not condemn in public what they practise in private, and think
+they pay every debt to virtue when they praise it.
+
+\2 True, madam; those who have most virtue in their mouths, have
+least of it in their bosoms. But I'm sure I tire you, madam.
+
+\8 Not in the least, sir; there's something so
+agreeable and spirited in your manner, such life and force---pray, sir,
+go on.
+
+\2 Yes, madam. I was saying------that there are some occasions,
+when a total want of courage, madam, destroys all the------and puts
+us------upon a---a---a---
+
+\8 I agree with you entirely; a want of courage upon
+some occasions assumes the appearance of ignorance, and betrays us when
+we most want to excel. I beg you'll proceed.
+
+\2 Yes, madam. Morally speaking, madam---But I see Miss Neville
+expecting us in the next room. I would not intrude for the world.
+
+\8 I protest, sir, I never was more agreeably
+entertained in all my life. Pray go on.
+
+\2 Yes, madam, I was------But she beckons us to join her. Madam,
+shall I do myself the honour to attend you?
+
+\8 Well, then, I'll follow.
+
+\2 \[Aside\] This pretty smooth dialogue has done for me.
+\[r]Exit\]
+
+\8 \[Alone\] Ha! ha! ha! Was there ever such a sober,
+sentimental interview? I'm certain he scarce looked in my face the
+whole time. Yet the fellow, but for his unaccountable bashfulness, is
+pretty well too. He has good sense, but then so buried in his fears,
+that it fatigues one more than ignorance. If I could teach him a
+little confidence, it would be doing somebody that I know of a piece of
+service. But who is that somebody?---That, faith, is a question I can
+scarce answer. \[r]Exit\]
+
+
+\(Enter \5 and \9, followed by \7 and \4\)
+
+
+\5 What do you follow me for, cousin Con? I wonder you're not
+ashamed to be so very engaging.
+
+\9 I hope, cousin, one may speak to one's own relations,
+and not be to blame.
+
+\5 Ay, but I know what sort of a relation you want to make me,
+though; but it won't do. I tell you, cousin Con, it won't do; so I beg
+you'll keep your distance, I want no nearer relationship.
+
+\[r]She follows, coquetting him to the back scene\]
+
+\7 Well! I vow, Mr. Hastings, you are very
+entertaining. There's nothing in the world I love to talk of so much
+as London, and the fashions, though I was never there myself.
+
+\4 Never there! You amaze me! From your air and manner, I
+concluded you had been bred all your life either at Ranelagh, St.
+James's, or Tower Wharf.
+
+\7 O! sir, you're only pleased to say so. We country
+persons can have no manner at all. I'm in love with the town, and that
+serves to raise me above some of our neighbouring rustics; but who can
+have a manner, that has never seen the Pantheon, the Grotto Gardens,
+the Borough, and such places where the nobility chiefly resort? All I
+can do is to enjoy London at second-hand. I take care to know every
+tete-a-tete from the Scandalous Magazine, and have all the fashions, as
+they come out, in a letter from the two Miss Rickets of Crooked Lane.
+Pray how do you like this head, Mr. Hastings?
+
+\4 Extremely elegant and degagee, upon my word, madam. Your
+friseur is a Frenchman, I suppose?
+
+\7 I protest, I dressed it myself from a print in the
+Ladies' Memorandum-book for the last year.
+
+\4 Indeed! Such a head in a side-box at the play-house would
+draw as many gazers as my Lady Mayoress at a City Ball.
+
+\7 I vow, since inoculation began, there is no such
+thing to be seen as a plain woman; so one must dress a little
+particular, or one may escape in the crowd.
+
+\4 But that can never be your case, madam, in any dress.
+\[Bowing\]
+
+\7 Yet, what signifies my dressing when I have such a
+piece of antiquity by my side as Mr. Hardcastle: all I can say will
+never argue down a single button from his clothes. I have often wanted
+him to throw off his great flaxen wig, and where he was bald, to
+plaster it over, like my Lord Pately, with powder.
+
+\4 You are right, madam; for, as among the ladies there are
+none ugly, so among the men there are none old.
+
+\7 But what do you think his answer was? Why, with his
+usual Gothic vivacity, he said I only wanted him to throw off his wig,
+to convert it into a tete for my own wearing.
+
+\4 Intolerable! At your age you may wear what you please, and
+it must become you.
+
+\7 Pray, Mr. Hastings, what do you take to be the most
+fashionable age about town?
+
+\4 Some time ago, forty was all the mode; but I'm told the
+ladies intend to bring up fifty for the ensuing winter.
+
+\7 Seriously. Then I shall be too young for the
+fashion.
+
+\4 No lady begins now to put on jewels till she's past forty.
+For instance, Miss there, in a polite circle, would be considered as a
+child, as a mere maker of samplers.
+
+\7 And yet Mrs. Niece thinks herself as much a woman,
+and is as fond of jewels, as the oldest of us all.
+
+\4 Your niece, is she? And that young gentleman, a brother of
+yours, I should presume?
+
+\7 My son, sir. They are contracted to each other.
+Observe their little sports. They fall in and out ten times a day, as
+if they were man and wife already. \[To them\] Well, Tony, child, what
+soft things are you saying to your cousin Constance this evening?
+
+\5 I have been saying no soft things; but that it's very hard to be
+followed about so. Ecod! I've not a place in the house now that's left
+to myself, but the stable.
+
+\7 Never mind him, Con, my dear. He's in another story
+behind your back.
+
+\9 There's something generous in my cousin's manner. He
+falls out before faces to be forgiven in private.
+
+\5 That's a damned confounded---crack.
+
+\7 Ah! he's a sly one. Don't you think they are like
+each other about the mouth, Mr. Hastings? The Blenkinsop mouth to a T.
+They're of a size too. Back to back, my pretties, that Mr. Hastings
+may see you. Come, Tony.
+
+\5 You had as good not make me, I tell you. \[Measuring\]
+
+\9 O lud! he has almost cracked my head.
+
+\7 O, the monster! For shame, Tony. You a man, and behave so!
+
+\5 If I'm a man, let me have my fortin. Ecod! I'll not be made a
+fool of no longer.
+
+\7 Is this, ungrateful boy, all that I'm to get for the
+pains I have taken in your education? I that have rocked you in your
+cradle, and fed that pretty mouth with a spoon! Did not I work that
+waistcoat to make you genteel? Did not I prescribe for you every day,
+and weep while the receipt was operating?
+
+\5 Ecod! you had reason to weep, for you have been dosing me ever
+since I was born. I have gone through every receipt in the Complete
+Huswife ten times over; and you have thoughts of coursing me through
+Quincy next spring. But, ecod! I tell you, I'll not be made a fool of
+no longer.
+
+\7 Wasn't it all for your good, viper? Wasn't it all for your good?
+
+\5 I wish you'd let me and my good alone, then. Snubbing this way
+when I'm in spirits. If I'm to have any good, let it come of itself;
+not to keep dinging it, dinging it into one so.
+
+\7 That's false; I never see you when you're in
+spirits. No, Tony, you then go to the alehouse or kennel. I'm never
+to be delighted with your agreeable wild notes, unfeeling monster!
+
+\5 Ecod! mamma, your own notes are the wildest of the two.
+
+\7 Was ever the like? But I see he wants to break my
+heart, I see he does.
+
+\4 Dear madam, permit me to lecture the young gentleman a
+little. I'm certain I can persuade him to his duty.
+
+\7 Well, I must retire. Come, Constance, my love. You
+see, Mr. Hastings, the wretchedness of my situation: was ever poor
+woman so plagued with a dear sweet, pretty, provoking, undutiful
+boy? \[r]Exeunt \7 and \9\]
+
+\5 \[Singing\] \textsl{There was a young man riding by, and fain would
+have his will. Rang do didlo dee}.------Don't mind her. Let her cry.
+It's the comfort of her heart. I have seen her and sister cry over a
+book for an hour together; and they said they liked the book the better
+the more it made them cry.
+
+\4 Then you're no friend to the ladies, I find, my pretty
+young gentleman?
+
+\5 That's as I find 'um.
+
+\4 Not to her of your mother's choosing, I dare answer? And
+yet she appears to me a pretty well-tempered girl.
+
+\5 That's because you don't know her as well as I. Ecod! I know
+every inch about her; and there's not a more bitter cantankerous toad
+in all Christendom.
+
+\4 \[Aside\] Pretty encouragement this for a lover!
+
+\5 I have seen her since the height of that. She has as many
+tricks as a hare in a thicket, or a colt the first day's breaking.
+
+\4 To me she appears sensible and silent.
+
+\5 Ay, before company. But when she's with her playmate, she's as
+loud as a hog in a gate.
+
+\4 But there is a meek modesty about her that charms me.
+
+\5 Yes, but curb her never so little, she kicks up, and you're
+flung in a ditch.
+
+\4 Well, but you must allow her a little beauty.---Yes, you must
+allow her some beauty.
+
+\5 Bandbox! She's all a made-up thing, mun. Ah! could you but see
+Bet Bouncer of these parts, you might then talk of beauty. Ecod, she
+has two eyes as black as sloes, and cheeks as broad and red as a pulpit
+cushion. She'd make two of she.
+
+\4 Well, what say you to a friend that would take this bitter
+bargain off your hands?
+
+\5 Anon.
+
+\4 Would you thank him that would take Miss Neville, and leave
+you to happiness and your dear Betsy?
+
+\5 Ay; but where is there such a friend, for who would take her?
+
+\4 I am he. If you but assist me, I'll engage to whip her off
+to France, and you shall never hear more of her.
+
+\5 Assist you! Ecod I will, to the last drop of my blood. I'll
+clap a pair of horses to your chaise that shall trundle you off in a
+twinkling, and may be get you a part of her fortin beside, in jewels,
+that you little dream of.
+
+\4 My dear 'squire, this looks like a lad of spirit.
+
+\5 Come along, then, and you shall see more of my spirit before you
+have done with me. \[singing\] \textsl{We are the boys
+That fears no noise
+Where the thundering cannons roar}. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+
+
+\Act
+
+
+\(Enter \3, alone.\)
+
+
+\3 What could my old friend Sir Charles mean by recommending
+his son as the modestest young man in town? To me he appears the most
+impudent piece of brass that ever spoke with a tongue. He has taken
+possession of the easy chair by the fire-side already. He took off his
+boots in the parlour, and desired me to see them taken care of. I'm
+desirous to know how his impudence affects my daughter. She will
+certainly be shocked at it.
+
+
+\(Enter \8, plainly dressed.\)
+
+
+\3 Well, my Kate, I see you have changed your dress, as I
+bade you; and yet, I believe, there was no great occasion.
+
+\8 I find such a pleasure, sir, in obeying your
+commands, that I take care to observe them without ever debating their
+propriety.
+
+\3 And yet, Kate, I sometimes give you some cause,
+particularly when I recommended my modest gentleman to you as a lover
+to-day.
+
+\8 You taught me to expect something extraordinary, and
+I find the original exceeds the description.
+
+\3 I was never so surprised in my life! He has quite
+confounded all my faculties!
+
+\8 I never saw anything like it: and a man of the world
+too!
+
+\3 Ay, he learned it all abroad---what a fool was I, to think
+a young man could learn modesty by travelling. He might as soon learn
+wit at a masquerade.
+
+\8 It seems all natural to him.
+
+\3 A good deal assisted by bad company and a French danc\-ing-master.
+
+{\nonfrenchspacing
+\8 Sure you mistake, papa! A French dancing-master
+could never have taught him that timid look,---that awkward
+address,---that bashful manner---
+
+}
+
+\3 Whose look? whose manner, child?
+
+\8 Mr. Marlow's: his mauvaise honte, his timidity,
+struck me at the first sight.
+
+\3 Then your first sight deceived you; for I think him one of
+the most brazen first sights that ever astonished my senses.
+
+\8 Sure, sir, you rally! I never saw any one so
+modest.
+
+\3 And can you be serious? I never saw such a bouncing,
+swaggering puppy since I was born. Bully Dawson was but a fool to him.
+
+\8 Surprising! He met me with a respectful bow, a
+stammering voice, and a look fixed on the ground.
+
+\3 He met me with a loud voice, a lordly air, and a
+familiarity that made my blood freeze again.
+
+\8 He treated me with diffidence and respect; censured
+the manners of the age; admired the prudence of girls that never
+laughed; tired me with apologies for being tiresome; then left the room
+with a bow, and ``Madam, I would not for the world detain you.''
+
+\3 He spoke to me as if he knew me all his life before;
+asked twenty questions, and never waited for an answer; interrupted my
+best remarks with some silly pun; and when I was in my best story of
+the Duke of Marlborough and Prince Eugene, he asked if I had not a good
+hand at making punch. Yes, Kate, he asked your father if he was a
+maker of punch!
+
+\8 One of us must certainly be mistaken.
+
+\3 If he be what he has shown himself, I'm determined he
+shall never have my consent.
+
+\8 And if he be the sullen thing I take him, he shall
+never have mine.
+
+\3 In one thing then we are agreed---to reject him.
+
+\8 Yes: but upon conditions. For if you should find him
+less impudent, and I more presuming---if you find him more respectful,
+and I more importunate---I don't know---the fellow is well enough for a
+man---Certainly, we don't meet many such at a horse-race in the country.
+
+\3 If we should find him so------But that's impossible. The
+first appearance has done my business. I'm seldom deceived in that.
+
+\8 And yet there may be many good qualities under that
+first appearance.
+
+\3 Ay, when a girl finds a fellow's outside to her taste, she
+then sets about guessing the rest of his furniture. With her, a smooth
+face stands for good sense, and a genteel figure for every virtue.
+
+\8 I hope, sir, a conversation begun with a compliment
+to my good sense, won't end with a sneer at my understanding?
+
+\3 Pardon me, Kate. But if young Mr. Brazen can find the art
+of reconciling contradictions, he may please us both, perhaps.
+
+\8 And as one of us must be mistaken, what if we go to
+make further discoveries?
+
+\3 Agreed. But depend on't I'm in the right.
+
+\8 And depend on't I'm not much in the wrong.
+\[r]Exeunt\]
+
+
+\(Enter Tony, running in with a casket.\)
+
+
+\5 Ecod! I have got them. Here they are. My cousin Con's
+necklaces, bobs and all. My mother shan't cheat the poor souls out of
+their fortin neither. O! my genus, is that you?
+
+
+\(Enter \4\)
+
+
+\4 My dear friend, how have you managed with your mother? I
+hope you have amused her with pretending love for your cousin, and that
+you are willing to be reconciled at last? Our horses will be refreshed
+in a short time, and we shall soon be ready to set off.
+
+\5 And here's something to bear your charges by the way \[giving the
+casket\]; your sweetheart's jewels. Keep them: and hang those, I say,
+that would rob you of one of them.
+
+\4 But how have you procured them from your mother?
+
+\5 Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs. I procured them
+by the rule of thumb. If I had not a key to every drawer in mother's
+bureau, how could I go to the alehouse so often as I do? An honest man
+may rob himself of his own at any time.
+
+\4 Thousands do it every day. But to be plain with you; Miss
+Neville is endeavouring to procure them from her aunt this very
+instant. If she succeeds, it will be the most delicate way at least of
+obtaining them.
+
+\5 Well, keep them, till you know how it will be. But I know how
+it will be well enough; she'd as soon part with the only sound tooth in
+her head.
+
+\4 But I dread the effects of her resentment, when she finds
+she has lost them.
+
+\5 Never you mind her resentment, leave \textit{me} to manage that. I
+don't value her resentment the bounce of a cracker. Zounds! here they
+are. Morrice! Prance! \[r]Exit \4\]
+
+
+\(Enter \7 and \9\)
+
+
+\7 Indeed, Constance, you amaze me. Such a girl as you
+want jewels! It will be time enough for jewels, my dear, twenty years
+hence, when your beauty begins to want repairs.
+
+\9 But what will repair beauty at forty, will certainly
+improve it at twenty, madam.
+
+\7 Yours, my dear, can admit of none. That natural
+blush is beyond a thousand ornaments. Besides, child, jewels are quite
+out at present. Don't you see half the ladies of our acquaintance, my
+Lady Kill-daylight, and Mrs. Crump, and the rest of them, carry their
+jewels to town, and bring nothing but paste and marcasites back.
+
+\9 But who knows, madam, but somebody that shall be
+nameless would like me best with all my little finery about me?
+
+\7 Consult your glass, my dear, and then see if, with
+such a pair of eyes, you want any better sparklers. What do you think,
+Tony, my dear? does your cousin Con. want any jewels in your eyes to
+set off her beauty?
+
+\5 That's as thereafter may be.
+
+\9 My dear aunt, if you knew how it would oblige me.
+
+\7 A parcel of old-fashioned rose and table-cut things.
+They would make you look like the court of King Solomon at a
+puppet-show. Besides, I believe, I can't readily come at them. They
+may be missing, for aught I know to the contrary.
+
+\5 \[Apart to \7\] Then why don't you tell her so at
+once, as she's so longing for them? Tell her they're lost. It's the
+only way to quiet her. Say they're lost, and call me to bear witness.
+
+\7 \[Apart to \5\] You know, my dear, I'm only
+keeping them for you. So if I say they're gone, you'll bear me
+witness, will you? He! he! he!
+
+\5 Never fear me. Ecod! I'll say I saw them taken out with my own
+eyes.
+
+\9 I desire them but for a day, madam. Just to be
+permitted to show them as relics, and then they may be locked up
+again.
+
+\7 To be plain with you, my dear Constance, if I could
+find them you should have them. They're missing, I assure you. Lost,
+for aught I know; but we must have patience wherever they are.
+
+\9 I'll not believe it! this is but a shallow pretence to
+deny me. I know they are too valuable to be so slightly kept, and as
+you are to answer for the loss---
+
+\7 Don't be alarmed, Constance. If they be lost, I must
+restore an equivalent. But my son knows they are missing, and not to
+be found.
+
+\5 That I can bear witness to. They are missing, and not to be
+found; I'll take my oath on't.
+
+\7 You must learn resignation, my dear; for though we
+lose our fortune, yet we should not lose our patience. See me, how
+calm I am.
+
+\9 Ay, people are generally calm at the misfortunes of
+others.
+
+\7 Now I wonder a girl of your good sense should waste a
+thought upon such trumpery. We shall soon find them; and in the mean
+time you shall make use of my garnets till your jewels be found.
+
+\9 I detest garnets.
+
+\7 The most becoming things in the world to set off a
+clear complexion. You have often seen how well they look upon me. You
+\textit{shall} have them. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\9 I dislike them of all things. You shan't stir.---Was
+ever anything so provoking, to mislay my own jewels, and force me to
+wear her trumpery?
+
+\5 Don't be a fool. If she gives you the garnets, take what you
+can get. The jewels are your own already. I have stolen them out of
+her bureau, and she does not know it. Fly to your spark, he'll tell
+you more of the matter. Leave me to manage her.
+
+\9 My dear cousin!
+
+\5 Vanish. She's here, and has missed them already. \[r]Exit \9\]
+Zounds! how she fidgets and spits about like a Catherine wheel.
+
+
+\(Enter \7\)
+
+
+\7 Confusion! thieves! robbers! we are cheated,
+plundered, broke open, undone.
+
+\5 What's the matter, what's the matter, mamma? I hope nothing has
+happened to any of the good family!
+
+\7 We are robbed. My bureau has been broken open, the
+jewels taken out, and I'm undone.
+
+\5 Oh! is that all? Ha! ha! ha! By the laws, I never saw it
+acted better in my life. Ecod, I thought you was ruined in earnest,
+ha! ha! ha!
+
+\7 Why, boy, I \textit{am} ruined in earnest. My bureau has been
+broken open, and all taken away.
+
+\5 Stick to that: ha! ha! ha! stick to that. I'll bear witness,
+you know; call me to bear witness.
+
+\7 I tell you, Tony, by all that's precious, the jewels
+are gone, and I shall be ruined for ever.
+
+\5 Sure I know they're gone, and I'm to say so.
+
+\7 My dearest Tony, but hear me. They're gone, I say.
+
+\5 By the laws, mamma, you make me for to laugh, ha! ha! I know
+who took them well enough, ha! ha! ha!
+
+\7 Was there ever such a blockhead, that can't tell the
+difference between jest and earnest? I tell you I'm not in jest,
+booby.
+
+\5 That's right, that's right; you must be in a bitter passion, and
+then nobody will suspect either of us. I'll bear witness that they are
+gone.
+
+\7 Was there ever such a cross-grained brute, that
+won't hear me? Can you bear witness that you're no better than a
+fool? Was ever poor woman so beset with fools on one hand, and
+thieves on the other?
+
+\5 I can bear witness to that.
+
+\7 Bear witness again, you blockhead you, and I'll turn
+you out of the room directly. My poor niece, what will become of her?
+Do you laugh, you unfeeling brute, as if you enjoyed my distress?
+
+\5 I can bear witness to that.
+
+\7 Do you insult me, monster? I'll teach you to vex
+your mother, I will.
+
+\5 I can bear witness to that. [He runs off, she follows him.]
+
+
+\(Enter \8 and \10.\)
+
+
+\8 What an unaccountable creature is that brother of
+mine, to send them to the house as an inn! ha! ha! I don't wonder at
+his impudence.
+
+\10 But what is more, madam, the young gentleman, as you passed by
+in your present dress, asked me if you were the bar-maid. He mistook
+you for the bar-maid, madam.
+
+\8 Did he? Then as I live, I'm resolved to keep up the
+delusion. Tell me, Pimple, how do you like my present dress? Don't
+you think I look something like Cherry in the Beaux Stratagem?
+
+\10 It's the dress, madam, that every lady wears in the country, but
+when she visits or receives company.
+
+\8 And are you sure he does not remember my face or
+person?
+
+\10 Certain of it.
+
+\8 I vow, I thought so; for, though we spoke for some
+time together, yet his fears were such, that he never once looked up
+during the interview. Indeed, if he had, my bonnet would have kept him
+from seeing me.
+
+\10 But what do you hope from keeping him in his mistake?
+
+\8 In the first place I shall be seen, and that is no
+small advantage to a girl who brings her face to market. Then I shall
+perhaps make an acquaintance, and that's no small victory gained over
+one who never addresses any but the wildest of her sex. But my chief
+aim is, to take my gentleman off his guard, and, like an invisible
+champion of romance, examine the giant's force before I offer to
+combat.
+
+\10 But you are sure you can act your part, and disguise your voice
+so that he may mistake that, as he has already mistaken your person?
+
+\8 Never fear me. I think I have got the true bar
+cant---Did your honour call?---Attend the Lion there---Pipes and tobacco
+for the Angel.---The Lamb has been outrageous this half-hour.
+
+\10 It will do, madam. But he's here. \[r]Exit \10\]
+
+
+\(Enter \2\)
+
+
+\2 What a bawling in every part of the house! I have scarce a
+moment's repose. If I go to the best room, there I find my host and
+his story: if I fly to the gallery, there we have my hostess with her
+curtsey down to the ground. I have at last got a moment to myself, and
+now for recollection. [Walks and muses.]
+
+\8 Did you call, sir? Did your honour call?
+
+\2 \[Musing\] As for Miss Hardcastle, she's too grave and
+sentimental for me.
+
+\8 Did your honour call? \[She still places herself
+before him, he turning away\]
+
+\2 No, child. \[Musing\] Besides, from the glimpse I had of her,
+I think she squints.
+
+\8 I'm sure, sir, I heard the bell ring.
+
+\2 No, no. \[Musing\] I have pleased my father, however, by
+coming down, and I'll to-morrow please myself by returning. \[Taking
+out his tablets, and perusing\]
+
+\8 Perhaps the other gentleman called, sir?
+
+\2 I tell you, no.
+
+\8 I should be glad to know, sir. We have such a
+parcel of servants!
+
+\2 No, no, I tell you. \[Looks full in her face\] Yes, child, I
+think I did call. I wanted---I wanted---I vow, child, you are vastly
+handsome.
+
+\8 O la, sir, you'll make one ashamed.
+
+\2 Never saw a more sprightly malicious eye. Yes, yes, my dear,
+I did call. Have you got any of your---a---what d'ye call it in the
+house?
+
+\8 No, sir, we have been out of that these ten days.
+
+\2 One may call in this house, I find, to very little purpose.
+Suppose I should call for a taste, just by way of a trial, of the
+nectar of your lips; perhaps I might be disappointed in that too.
+
+\8 Nectar! nectar! That's a liquor there's no call for
+in these parts. French, I suppose. We sell no French wines here, sir.
+
+\2 Of true English growth, I assure you.
+
+\8 Then it's odd I should not know it. We brew all
+sorts of wines in this house, and I have lived here these eighteen
+years.
+
+\2 Eighteen years! Why, one would think, child, you kept the bar
+before you were born. How old are you?
+
+\8 O! sir, I must not tell my age. They say women and
+music should never be dated.
+
+\2 To guess at this distance, you can't be much above forty
+\[approaching\]. Yet, nearer, I don't think so much \[approaching\]. By
+coming close to some women they look younger still; but when we come
+very close indeed---\[attempting to kiss her\].
+
+\8 Pray, sir, keep your distance. One would think you
+wanted to know one's age, as they do horses, by mark of mouth.
+
+\2 I protest, child, you use me extremely ill. If you keep me at
+this distance, how is it possible you and I can ever be acquainted?
+
+\8 And who wants to be acquainted with you? I want no
+such acquaintance, not I. I'm sure you did not treat Miss Hardcastle,
+that was here awhile ago, in this obstropalous manner. I'll warrant
+me, before her you looked dashed, and kept bowing to the ground, and
+talked, for all the world, as if you was before a justice of peace.
+
+\2 \[Aside\] Egad, she has hit it, sure enough! \[To her\] In
+awe of her, child? Ha! ha! ha! A mere awkward squinting thing; no,
+no. I find you don't know me. I laughed and rallied her a little; but
+I was unwilling to be too severe. No, I could not be too severe, curse
+me!
+
+\8 O! then, sir, you are a favourite, I find, among the
+ladies?
+
+\2 Yes, my dear, a great favourite. And yet hang me, I don't see
+what they find in me to follow. At the Ladies' Club in town I'm called
+their agreeable Rattle. Rattle, child, is not my real name, but one
+I'm known by. My name is Solomons; Mr. Solomons, my dear, at your
+service. \[Offering to salute her\]
+
+\8 Hold, sir; you are introducing me to your club, not
+to yourself. And you're so great a favourite there, you say?
+
+\2 Yes, my dear. There's Mrs. Mantrap, Lady Betty Blackleg, the
+Countess of Sligo, Mrs. Langhorns, old Miss Biddy Buckskin, and your
+humble servant, keep up the spirit of the place.
+
+\8 Then it's a very merry place, I suppose?
+
+\2 Yes, as merry as cards, supper, wine, and old women can make
+us.
+
+\8 And their agreeable Rattle, ha! ha! ha!
+
+\2 \[Aside\] Egad! I don't quite like this chit. She looks
+knowing, methinks. You laugh, child?
+
+\8 I can't but laugh, to think what time they all have
+for minding their work or their family.
+
+\2 \[Aside\] All's well; she don't laugh at me. \[To her\] Do
+you ever work, child?
+
+\8 Ay, sure. There's not a screen or quilt in the
+whole house but what can bear witness to that.
+
+\2 Odso! then you must show me your embroidery. I embroider and
+draw patterns myself a little. If you want a judge of your work, you
+must apply to me. \[Seizing her hand\]
+
+\8 Ay, but the colours do not look well by candlelight.
+You shall see all in the morning. \[Struggling\]
+
+\2 And why not now, my angel? Such beauty fires beyond the
+power of resistance.---Pshaw! the father here! My old luck: I never
+nicked seven that I did not throw ames ace three times following.
+\[r]Exit \2\]
+
+
+\(Enter \3, who stands in surprise.\)
+
+
+\3 So, madam. So, I find \textit{this} is your \textit{modest} lover. This is
+your humble admirer, that kept his eyes fixed on the ground, and only
+adored at humble distance. Kate, Kate, art thou not ashamed to deceive
+your father so?
+
+\8 Never trust me, dear papa, but he's still the modest
+man I first took him for; you'll be convinced of it as well as I.
+
+\3 By the hand of my body, I believe his impudence is
+infectious! Didn't I see him seize your hand? Didn't I see him haul
+you about like a milkmaid? And now you talk of his respect and his
+modesty, forsooth!
+
+\8 But if I shortly convince you of his modesty, that he
+has only the faults that will pass off with time, and the virtues that
+will improve with age, I hope you'll forgive him.
+
+\3 The girl would actually make one run mad! I tell you,
+I'll not be convinced. I am convinced. He has scarce been three hours
+in the house, and he has already encroached on all my prerogatives.
+You may like his impudence, and call it modesty; but my son-in-law,
+madam, must have very different qualifications.
+
+\8 Sir, I ask but this night to convince you.
+
+\3 You shall not have half the time, for I have thoughts of
+turning him out this very hour.
+
+\8 Give me that hour then, and I hope to satisfy you.
+
+\3 Well, an hour let it be then. But I'll have no trifling
+with your father. All fair and open, do you mind me.
+
+\8 I hope, sir, you have ever found that I considered
+your commands as my pride; for your kindness is such, that my duty as
+yet has been inclination. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+
+
+\Act
+
+
+\(Enter \4 and \9\)
+
+
+\4 You surprise me; Sir Charles Marlow expected here this
+night! Where have you had your information?
+
+\9 You may depend upon it. I just saw his letter to Mr.
+Hardcastle, in which he tells him he intends setting out a few hours
+after his son.
+
+\4 Then, my Constance, all must be completed before he
+arrives. He knows me; and should he find me here, would discover my
+name, and perhaps my designs, to the rest of the family.
+
+\9 The jewels, I hope, are safe?
+
+\4 Yes, yes, I have sent them to Marlow, who keeps the keys of
+our baggage. In the mean time, I'll go to prepare matters for our
+elopement. I have had the 'squire's promise of a fresh pair of horses;
+and if I should not see him again, will write him further directions.
+\[r]Exit\]
+
+\9 Well! success attend you. In the mean time I'll go and
+amuse my aunt with the old pretence of a violent passion for my cousin.
+\[r]Exit\]
+
+
+\(Enter \2, followed by a \12.\)
+
+
+\2 I wonder what Hastings could mean by sending me so valuable a
+thing as a casket to keep for him, when he knows the only place I have
+is the seat of a post-coach at an inn-door. Have you deposited the
+casket with the landlady, as I ordered you? Have you put it into her
+own hands?
+
+\12 Yes, your honour.
+
+\2 She said she'd keep it safe, did she?
+
+\12 Yes, she said she'd keep it safe enough; she asked me how I
+came by it; and she said she had a great mind to make me give an
+account of myself. \[r]Exit \12\]
+
+\2 Ha! ha! ha! They're safe, however. What an unaccountable set
+of beings have we got amongst! This little bar-maid though runs in my
+head most strangely, and drives out the absurdities of all the rest of
+the family. She's mine, she must be mine, or I'm greatly mistaken.
+
+
+\(Enter \4\)
+
+
+\4 Bless me! I quite forgot to tell her that I intended to
+prepare at the bottom of the garden. Marlow here, and in spirits too!
+
+\2 Give me joy, George! Crown me, shadow me with laurels!
+Well, George, after all, we modest fellows don't want for success
+among the women.
+
+\4 Some women, you mean. But what success has your honour's
+modesty been crowned with now, that it grows so insolent upon us?
+
+\2 Didn't you see the tempting, brisk, lovely little thing, that
+runs about the house with a bunch of keys to its girdle?
+
+\4 Well, and what then?
+
+\2 She's mine, you rogue you. Such fire, such motion, such
+eyes, such lips; but, egad! she would not let me kiss them though.
+
+\4 But are you so sure, so very sure of her?
+
+\2 Why, man, she talked of showing me her work above stairs, and
+I am to improve the pattern.
+
+\4 But how can you, Charles, go about to rob a woman of her
+honour?
+
+\2 Pshaw! pshaw! We all know the honour of the bar-maid of an
+inn. I don't intend to rob her, take my word for it; there's nothing
+in this house I shan't honestly pay for.
+
+\4 I believe the girl has virtue.
+
+\2 And if she has, I should be the last man in the world that
+would attempt to corrupt it.
+
+\4 You have taken care, I hope, of the casket I sent you to
+lock up? Is it in safety?
+
+\2 Yes, yes. It's safe enough. I have taken care of it. But
+how could you think the seat of a post-coach at an inn-door a place of
+safety? Ah! numskull! I have taken better precautions for you than
+you did for yourself------I have------
+
+\4 What?
+
+\2 I have sent it to the landlady to keep for you.
+
+\4 To the landlady!
+
+\2 The landlady.
+
+\4 You did?
+
+\2 I did. She's to be answerable for its forthcoming, you know.
+
+\4 Yes, she'll bring it forth with a witness.
+
+\2 Wasn't I right? I believe you'll allow that I acted
+prudently upon this occasion.
+
+\4 \[Aside\] He must not see my uneasiness.
+
+\2 You seem a little disconcerted though, methinks. Sure
+nothing has happened?
+
+\4 No, nothing. Never was in better spirits in all my life.
+And so you left it with the landlady, who, no doubt, very readily
+undertook the charge.
+
+\2 Rather too readily. For she not only kept the casket, but,
+through her great precaution, was going to keep the messenger too. Ha!
+ha! ha!
+
+\4 He! he! he! They're safe, however.
+
+\2 As a guinea in a miser's purse.
+
+\4 \[Aside\] So now all hopes of fortune are at an end, and we
+must set off without it. \[To him\] Well, Charles, I'll leave you to
+your meditations on the pretty bar-maid, and, he! he! he! may you be as
+successful for yourself, as you have been for me! \[r]Exit\]
+
+\2 Thank ye, George: I ask no more. Ha! ha! ha!
+
+
+\(Enter \3\)
+
+
+\3 I no longer know my own house. It's turned all
+topsy-turvy. His servants have got drunk already. I'll bear it no
+longer; and yet, from my respect for his father, I'll be calm. \[To
+him\] Mr. Marlow, your servant. I'm your very humble servant.
+\[Bowing low\]
+
+\2 Sir, your humble servant. \[Aside\] What's to be the wonder
+now?
+
+\3 I believe, sir, you must be sensible, sir, that no man
+alive ought to be more welcome than your father's son, sir. I hope you
+think so?
+
+\2 I do from my soul, sir. I don't want much entreaty. I
+generally make my father's son welcome wherever he goes.
+
+\3 I believe you do, from my soul, sir. But though I say
+nothing to your own conduct, that of your servants is insufferable.
+Their manner of drinking is setting a very bad example in this house,
+I assure you.
+
+\2 I protest, my very good sir, that is no fault of mine. If
+they don't drink as they ought, they are to blame. I ordered them not
+to spare the cellar. I did, I assure you. \[To the side scene\] Here,
+let one of my servants come up. \[To him\] My positive directions
+were, that as I did not drink myself, they should make up for my
+deficiencies below.
+
+\3 Then they had your orders for what they do? I'm
+satisfied!
+
+\2 They had, I assure you. You shall hear from one of
+themselves.
+
+
+\(Enter \12, drunk.\)
+
+
+\2 You, Jeremy! Come forward, sirrah! What were my orders?
+Were you not told to drink freely, and call for what you thought fit,
+for the good of the house?
+
+\3 \[Aside\] I begin to lose my patience.
+
+\persona{Jeremy} Please your honour, liberty and Fleet-street for ever!
+Though I'm but a servant, I'm as good as another man. I'll drink for
+no man before supper, sir, damme! Good liquor will sit upon a good
+supper, but a good supper will not sit upon------hiccup------on my
+conscience, sir.
+
+\2 You see, my old friend, the fellow is as drunk as he can
+possibly be. I don't know what you'd have more, unless you'd have the
+poor devil soused in a beer-barrel.
+
+\3 Zounds! he'll drive me distracted, if I contain myself any
+longer. Mr. Marlow---Sir; I have submitted to your insolence for more
+than four hours, and I see no likelihood of its coming to an end. I'm
+now resolved to be master here, sir; and I desire that you and your
+drunken pack may leave my house directly.
+
+\2 Leave your house!------Sure you jest, my good friend! What?
+when I'm doing what I can to please you.
+
+\3 I tell you, sir, you don't please me; so I desire you'll
+leave my house.
+
+\2 Sure you cannot be serious? At this time o' night, and such a
+night? You only mean to banter me.
+
+\3 I tell you, sir, I'm serious! and now that my passions are
+roused, I say this house is mine, sir; this house is mine, and I
+command you to leave it directly.
+
+\2 Ha! ha! ha! A puddle in a storm. I shan't stir a step, I
+assure you. \[In a serious tone\] This your house, fellow! It's my
+house. This is my house. Mine, while I choose to stay. What right
+have you to bid me leave this house, sir? I never met with such
+impudence, curse me; never in my whole life before.
+
+\3 Nor I, confound me if ever I did. To come to my house, to
+call for what he likes, to turn me out of my own chair, to insult the
+family, to order his servants to get drunk, and then to tell me, ``This
+house is mine, sir.'' By all that's impudent, it makes me laugh. Ha!
+ha! ha! Pray, sir \[bantering\], as you take the house, what think you
+of taking the rest of the furniture? There's a pair of silver
+candlesticks, and there's a fire-screen, and here's a pair of
+brazen-nosed bellows; perhaps you may take a fancy to them?
+
+\2 Bring me your bill, sir; bring me your bill, and let's make no
+more words about it.
+
+\3 There are a set of prints, too. What think you of the
+Rake's Progress, for your own apartment?
+
+\2 Bring me your bill, I say; and I'll leave you and your
+infernal house directly.
+
+\3 Then there's a mahogany table that you may see your own
+face in.
+
+\2 My bill, I say.
+
+\3 I had forgot the great chair for your own particular
+slumbers, after a hearty meal.
+
+\2 Zounds! bring me my bill, I say, and let's hear no more on't.
+
+\3 Young man, young man, from your father's letter to me, I
+was taught to expect a well-bred modest man as a visitor here, but now
+I find him no better than a coxcomb and a bully; but he will be down
+here presently, and shall hear more of it. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\2 How's this? Sure I have not mistaken the house. Everything
+looks like an inn. The servants cry, coming; the attendance is
+awkward; the bar-maid, too, to attend us. But she's here, and will
+further inform me. Whither so fast, child? A word with you.
+
+
+\(Enter \8\)
+
+
+\8 Let it be short, then. I'm in a hurry. \[Aside\] I
+believe be begins to find out his mistake. But it's too soon quite to
+undeceive him.
+
+\2 Pray, child, answer me one question. What are you, and what
+may your business in this house be?
+
+\8 A relation of the family, sir.
+
+\2 What, a poor relation.
+
+\8 Yes, sir. A poor relation, appointed to keep the
+keys, and to see that the guests want nothing in my power to give them.
+
+\2 That is, you act as the bar-maid of this inn.
+
+\8 Inn! O law------what brought that in your head? One
+of the best families in the country keep an inn---Ha! ha! ha! old Mr.
+Hardcastle's house an inn!
+
+\2 Mr. Hardcastle's house! Is this Mr. Hardcastle's house,
+child?
+
+\8 Ay, sure! Whose else should it be?
+
+\2 So then, all's out, and I have been damnably imposed on. O,
+confound my stupid head, I shall be laughed at over the whole town. I
+shall be stuck up in caricatura in all the print-shops. The
+\textit{Dullissimo Maccaroni}. To mistake this house of all others for an inn, and my
+father's old friend for an innkeeper! What a swaggering puppy must he
+take me for! What a silly puppy do I find myself! There again, may I
+be hanged, my dear, but I mistook you for the bar-maid.
+
+\8 Dear me! dear me! I'm sure there's nothing in my
+\textit{behaviour} to put me on a level with one of that stamp.
+
+\2 Nothing, my dear, nothing. But I was in for a list of
+blunders, and could not help making you a subscriber. My stupidity saw
+everything the wrong way. I mistook your assiduity for assurance, and
+your simplicity for allurement. But it's over. This house I no more
+show \textit{my} face in.
+
+\8 I hope, sir, I have done nothing to disoblige you.
+I'm sure I should be sorry to affront any gentleman who has been so
+polite, and said so many civil things to me. I'm sure I should be
+sorry \[pretending to cry\] if he left the family upon my account. I'm
+sure I should be sorry if people said anything amiss, since I have no
+fortune but my character.
+
+\2 \[Aside\] By Heaven! she weeps. This is the first mark of
+tenderness I ever had from a modest woman, and it touches me. \[To
+her\] Excuse me, my lovely girl; you are the only part of the family I
+leave with reluctance. But to be plain with you, the difference of our
+birth, fortune, and education, makes an honourable connexion
+impossible; and I can never harbour a thought of seducing simplicity
+that trusted in my honour, of bringing ruin upon one whose only fault
+was being too lovely.
+
+\8 \[Aside\] Generous man! I now begin to admire him.
+\[To him\] But I am sure my family is as good as Miss Hardcastle's; and
+though I'm poor, that's no great misfortune to a contented mind; and,
+until this moment, I never thought that it was bad to want fortune.
+
+\2 And why now, my pretty simplicity?
+
+\8 Because it puts me at a distance from one that, if I
+had a thousand pounds, I would give it all to.
+
+\2 \[Aside\] This simplicity bewitches me, so that if I stay, I'm
+undone. I must make one bold effort, and leave her. \[To her\] Your
+partiality in my favour, my dear, touches me most sensibly: and were I
+to live for myself alone, I could easily fix my choice. But I owe too
+much to the opinion of the world, too much to the authority of a
+father; so that---I can scarcely speak it---it affects me. Farewell.
+\[r]Exit\]
+
+\8 I never knew half his merit till now. He shall not
+go, if I have power or art to detain him. I'll still preserve the
+character in which \textit{i stooped to conquer}; but will undeceive my papa,
+who perhaps may laugh him out of his resolution. \[r]Exit\]
+
+
+\(Enter Tony and \9\)
+
+
+\5 Ay, you may steal for yourselves the next time. I have done my
+duty. She has got the jewels again, that's a sure thing; but she
+believes it was all a mistake of the servants.
+
+\9 But, my dear cousin, sure you won't forsake us in this
+distress? If she in the least suspects that I am going off, I shall
+certainly be locked up, or sent to my aunt Pedigree's, which is ten
+times worse.
+
+\5 To be sure, aunts of all kinds are damned bad things. But what
+can I do? I have got you a pair of horses that will fly like
+Whistle-jacket; and I'm sure you can't say but I have courted you
+nicely before her face. Here she comes, we must court a bit or two
+more, for fear she should suspect us. [They retire, and seem to
+fondle.]
+
+
+\(Enter \7\)
+
+
+\7 Well, I was greatly fluttered, to be sure. But my
+son tells me it was all a mistake of the servants. I shan't be easy,
+however, till they are fairly married, and then let her keep her own
+fortune. But what do I see? fondling together, as I'm alive. I never
+saw Tony so sprightly before. Ah! have I caught you, my pretty doves?
+What, billing, exchanging stolen glances and broken murmurs? Ah!
+
+\5 As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be
+sure. But there's no love lost between us.
+
+\7 A mere sprinkling, Tony, upon the flame, only to make
+it burn brighter.
+
+\9 Cousin Tony promises to give us more of his company at
+home. Indeed, he shan't leave us any more. It won't leave us, cousin
+Tony, will it?
+
+\5 O! it's a pretty creature. No, I'd sooner leave my horse in a
+pound, than leave you when you smile upon one so. Your laugh makes you
+so becoming.
+
+\9 Agreeable cousin! Who can help admiring that natural
+humour, that pleasant, broad, red, thoughtless \[patting his cheek\]---ah!
+it's a bold face.
+
+\7 Pretty innocence!
+
+\5 I'm sure I always loved cousin Con.'s hazle eyes, and her
+pretty long fingers, that she twists this way and that over the
+haspicholls, like a parcel of bobbins.
+
+\7 Ah! he would charm the bird from the tree. I was
+never so happy before. My boy takes after his father, poor Mr.
+Lumpkin, exactly. The jewels, my dear Con., shall be yours
+incontinently. You shall have them. Isn't he a sweet boy, my dear?
+You shall be married to-morrow, and we'll put off the rest of his
+education, like Dr. Drowsy's sermons, to a fitter opportunity.
+
+
+\(Enter \6\)
+
+
+\6 Where's the 'squire? I have got a letter for your worship.
+
+\5 Give it to my mamma. She reads all my letters first.
+
+\6 I had orders to deliver it into your own hands.
+
+\5 Who does it come from?
+
+\6 Your worship mun ask that o' the letter itself.
+
+\5 I could wish to know though \[turning the letter, and gazing on
+it\].
+
+\9 \[Aside\] Undone! undone! A letter to him from
+Hastings. I know the hand. If my aunt sees it, we are ruined for
+ever. I'll keep her employed a little if I can. \[To \3\] But I have not told you, madam, of my cousin's smart
+answer just now to Mr. Marlow. We so laughed.---You must know,
+madam.---This way a little, for he must not hear us. [They confer.]
+
+\5 \[Still gazing\] A damned cramp piece of penmanship, as ever I
+saw in my life. I can read your print hand very well. But here are
+such handles, and shanks, and dashes, that one can scarce tell the head
+from the tail.---``To Anthony Lumpkin, Esquire.'' It's very odd, I can
+read the outside of my letters, where my own name is, well enough; but
+when I come to open it, it's all------buzz. That's hard, very hard; for
+the inside of the letter is always the cream of the correspondence.
+
+\7 Ha! ha! ha! Very well, very well. And so my son was
+too hard for the philosopher.
+
+\9 Yes, madam; but you must hear the rest, madam. A
+little more this way, or he may hear us. You'll hear how he puzzled
+him again.
+
+\7 He seems strangely puzzled now himself, methinks.
+
+\5 \[Still gazing\] A damned up and down hand, as if it was
+disguised in liquor.---\[Reading\] Dear Sir,---ay, that's that. Then
+there's an M, and a T, and an S, but whether the next be an izzard, or
+an R, confound me, I cannot tell.
+
+\7 What's that, my dear? Can I give you any
+assistance?
+
+\9 Pray, aunt, let me read it. Nobody reads a cramp hand
+better than I. \[Twitching the letter from him\] Do you know who it is
+from?
+
+\5 Can't tell, except from Dick Ginger, the feeder.
+
+\9 Ay, so it is. \[Pretending to read\] Dear 'Squire,
+hoping that you're in health, as I am at this present. The gentlemen
+of the Shake-bag club has cut the gentlemen of Goose-green quite out of
+feather. The odds---um---odd battle---um---long fighting---um---here, here,
+it's all about cocks and fighting; it's of no consequence; here, put it
+up, put it up. \[Thrusting the crumpled letter upon him\]
+
+\5 But I tell you, miss, it's of all the consequence in the world.
+I would not lose the rest of it for a guinea. Here, mother, do you
+make it out. Of no consequence! \[Giving \7 the letter\]
+
+\7 How's this?---\[Reads\] ``Dear 'Squire, I'm now
+waiting for Miss Neville, with a post-chaise and pair, at the bottom of
+the garden, but I find my horses yet unable to perform the journey. I
+expect you'll assist us with a pair of fresh horses, as you promised.
+Dispatch is necessary, as the \textit{hag} (ay, the hag), your mother, will
+otherwise suspect us! Yours, Hastings.'' Grant me patience. I shall
+run distracted! My rage chokes me.
+
+\9 I hope, madam, you'll suspend your resentment for a few
+moments, and not impute to me any impertinence, or sinister design,
+that belongs to another.
+
+\7 \[Curtseying very low\] Fine spoken, madam, you are
+most miraculously polite and engaging, and quite the very pink of
+courtesy and circumspection, madam. \[Changing her tone\] And you, you
+great ill-fashioned oaf, with scarce sense enough to keep your mouth
+shut: were you, too, joined against me? But I'll defeat all your plots
+in a moment. As for you, madam, since you have got a pair of fresh
+horses ready, it would be cruel to disappoint them. So, if you please,
+instead of running away with your spark, prepare, this very moment, to
+run off with \textit{me}. Your old aunt Pedigree will keep you secure, I'll
+warrant me. You too, sir, may mount your horse, and guard us upon the
+way. Here, Thomas, Roger, Diggory! I'll show you, that I wish you
+better than you do yourselves. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\9 So now I'm completely ruined.
+
+\5 Ay, that's a sure thing.
+
+\9 What better could be expected from being connected with
+such a stupid fool,---and after all the nods and signs I made him?
+
+\5 By the laws, miss, it was your own cleverness, and not my
+stupidity, that did your business. You were so nice and so busy with
+your Shake-bags and Goose-greens, that I thought you could never be
+making believe.
+
+
+\(Enter \4\)
+
+
+\4 So, sir, I find by my servant, that you have shown my
+letter, and betrayed us. Was this well done, young gentleman?
+
+\5 Here's another. Ask miss there, who betrayed you. Ecod, it was
+her doing, not mine.
+
+
+\(Enter \2\)
+
+
+\2 So I have been finely used here among you. Rendered
+contemptible, driven into ill manners, despised, insulted, laughed at.
+
+\5 Here's another. We shall have old Bedlam broke loose
+presently.
+
+\9 And there, sir, is the gentleman to whom we all owe
+every obligation.
+
+\2 What can I say to him, a mere boy, an idiot, whose ignorance
+and age are a protection?
+
+\4 A poor contemptible booby, that would but disgrace
+correction.
+
+\9 Yet with cunning and malice enough to make himself
+merry with all our embarrassments.
+
+\4 An insensible cub.
+
+\2 Replete with tricks and mischief.
+
+\5 Baw! damme, but I'll fight you both, one after the
+other------with baskets.
+
+\2 As for him, he's below resentment. But your conduct, Mr.
+Hastings, requires an explanation. You knew of my mistakes, yet would
+not undeceive me.
+
+\4 Tortured as I am with my own disappointments, is this a time
+for explanations? It is not friendly, Mr. Marlow.
+
+\2 But, sir------
+
+\9 Mr. Marlow, we never kept on your mistake till it was
+too late to undeceive you.
+
+
+\(Enter \12.\)
+
+
+\12 My mistress desires you'll get ready immediately, madam. The
+horses are putting to. Your hat and things are in the next room. We
+are to go thirty miles before morning. \[r]Exit \12\]
+
+\9 Well, well: I'll come presently.
+
+\2 \[To \4\] Was it well done, sir, to assist in rendering
+me ridiculous? To hang me out for the scorn of all my acquaintance?
+Depend upon it, sir, I shall expect an explanation.
+
+\4 Was it well done, sir, if you're upon that subject, to
+deliver what I entrusted to yourself, to the care of another sir?
+
+\9 Mr. Hastings! Mr. Marlow! Why will you increase my
+distress by this groundless dispute? I implore, I entreat you------
+
+
+\(Enter \12.\)
+
+
+\12 Your cloak, madam. My mistress is impatient. \[r]Exit \12\]
+
+\9 I come. Pray be pacified. If I leave you thus, I
+shall die with apprehension.
+
+
+\(Enter \12.\)
+
+
+\12 Your fan, muff, and gloves, madam. The horses are waiting.
+
+\9 O, Mr. Marlow! if you knew what a scene of constraint
+and ill-nature lies before me, I'm sure it would convert your
+resentment into pity.
+
+\2 I'm so distracted with a variety of passions, that I don't
+know what I do. Forgive me, madam. George, forgive me. You know my
+hasty temper, and should not exasperate it.
+
+\4 The torture of my situation is my only excuse.
+
+\9 Well, my dear Hastings, if you have that esteem for me
+that I think, that I am sure you have, your constancy for three years
+will but increase the happiness of our future connexion. If------
+
+\7 \[Within\] Miss Neville. Constance, why Constance, I
+say.
+
+\9 I'm coming. Well, constancy, remember, constancy is the
+word. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\4 My heart! how can I support this? To be so near happiness,
+and such happiness!
+
+\2 \[To Tony\] You see now, young gentleman, the effects of your
+folly. What might be amusement to you, is here disappointment, and
+even distress.
+
+\5 \[From a reverie\] Ecod, I have hit it. It's here. Your
+hands. Yours and yours, my poor Sulky!---My boots there, ho!---Meet me
+two hours hence at the bottom of the garden; and if you don't find Tony
+Lumpkin a more good-natured fellow than you thought for, I'll give you
+leave to take my best horse, and Bet Bouncer into the bargain. Come
+along. My boots, ho! \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+
+
+\Act
+
+
+\((\01 continued.)\)
+
+
+\(Enter \4 and \12.\)
+
+
+\4 You saw the old lady and Miss Neville drive off, you say?
+
+\12 Yes, your honour. They went off in a post-coach, and the
+young 'squire went on horseback. They're thirty miles off by this
+time.
+
+\4 Then all my hopes are over.
+
+\12 Yes, sir. Old Sir Charles has arrived. He and the old
+gentleman of the house have been laughing at Mr. Marlow's mistake this
+half hour. They are coming this way.
+
+\4 Then I must not be seen. So now to my fruitless
+appointment at the bottom of the garden. This is about the time.
+\[r]Exit\]
+
+
+\(Enter \1 and \3\)
+
+
+\3 Ha! ha! ha! The peremptory tone in which he sent forth
+his sublime commands!
+
+\1 And the reserve with which I suppose he treated all your
+advances.
+
+\3 And yet he might have seen something in me above a common
+innkeeper, too.
+
+\1 Yes, Dick, but he mistook you for an uncommon innkeeper,
+ha! ha! ha!
+
+\3 Well, I'm in too good spirits to think of anything but
+joy. Yes, my dear friend, this union of our families will make our
+personal friendships hereditary; and though my daughter's fortune is
+but small---
+
+\1 Why, Dick, will you talk of fortune to \textit{me}? My son is
+possessed of more than a competence already, and can want nothing but a
+good and virtuous girl to share his happiness and increase it. If they
+like each other, as you say they do---
+
+\3 \textit{If}, man! I tell you they \textit{do} like each other. My
+daughter as good as told me so.
+
+\1 But girls are apt to flatter themselves, you know.
+
+\3 I saw him grasp her hand in the warmest manner myself; and
+here he comes to put you out of your \textit{ifs}, I warrant him.
+
+
+\(Enter \2\)
+
+
+\2 I come, sir, once more, to ask pardon for my strange conduct.
+I can scarce reflect on my insolence without confusion.
+
+\3 Tut, boy, a trifle! You take it too gravely. An hour or
+two's laughing with my daughter will set all to rights again. She'll
+never like you the worse for it.
+
+\2 Sir, I shall be always proud of her approbation.
+
+\3 Approbation is but a cold word, Mr. Marlow; if I am not
+deceived, you have something more than approbation thereabouts. You
+take me?
+
+\2 Really, sir, I have not that happiness.
+
+\3 Come, boy, I'm an old fellow, and know what's what as well
+as you that are younger. I know what has passed between you; but mum.
+
+\2 Sure, sir, nothing has passed between us but the most
+profound respect on my side, and the most distant reserve on hers. You
+don't think, sir, that my impudence has been passed upon all the rest
+of the family.
+
+\3 Impudence! No, I don't say that---not quite
+impudence---though girls like to be played with, and rumpled a little
+too, sometimes. But she has told no tales, I assure you.
+
+\2 I never gave her the slightest cause.
+
+\3 Well, well, I like modesty in its place well enough. But
+this is over-acting, young gentleman. You may be open. Your father
+and I will like you all the better for it.
+
+\2 May I die, sir, if I ever------
+
+\3 I tell you, she don't dislike you; and as I'm sure you
+like her------
+
+\2 Dear sir---I protest, sir------
+
+\3 I see no reason why you should not be joined as fast as
+the parson can tie you.
+
+\2 But hear me, sir---
+
+\3 Your father approves the match, I admire it; every
+moment's delay will be doing mischief. So---
+
+\2 But why won't you hear me? By all that's just and true, I
+never gave Miss Hardcastle the slightest mark of my attachment, or even
+the most distant hint to suspect me of affection. We had but one
+interview, and that was formal, modest, and uninteresting.
+
+\3 \[Aside\] This fellow's formal modest impudence is be\-yond
+bearing.
+
+\1 And you never grasped her hand, or made any
+protestations?
+
+\2 As Heaven is my witness, I came down in obedience to your
+commands. I saw the lady without emotion, and parted without
+reluctance. I hope you'll exact no farther proofs of my duty, nor
+prevent me from leaving a house in which I suffer so many
+mortifications. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\1 I'm astonished at the air of sincerity with which he
+parted.
+
+\3 And I'm astonished at the deliberate intrepidity of his
+assurance.
+
+\1 I dare pledge my life and honour upon his truth.
+
+\3 Here comes my daughter, and I would stake my happiness
+upon her veracity.
+
+
+\(Enter \8\)
+
+
+\3 Kate, come hither, child. Answer us sincerely and
+without reserve: has Mr. Marlow made you any professions of love and
+affection?
+
+\8 The question is very abrupt, sir. But since you
+require unreserved sincerity, I think he has.
+
+\3 \[To \1\] You see.
+
+\1 And pray, madam, have you and my son had more than one
+interview?
+
+\8 Yes, sir, several.
+
+\3 \[To \1\] You see.
+
+\1 But did be profess any attachment?
+
+\8 A lasting one.
+
+\1 Did he talk of love?
+
+\8 Much, sir.
+
+\1 Amazing! And all this formally?
+
+\8 Formally.
+
+\3 Now, my friend, I hope you are satisfied.
+
+\1 And how did he behave, madam?
+
+\8 As most profest admirers do: said some civil things
+of my face, talked much of his want of merit, and the greatness of
+mine; mentioned his heart, gave a short tragedy speech, and ended with
+pretended rapture.
+
+\1 Now I'm perfectly convinced, indeed. I know his
+conversation among women to be modest and submissive: this forward
+canting ranting manner by no means describes him; and, I am confident,
+he never sat for the picture.
+
+\8 Then, what, sir, if I should convince you to your
+face of my sincerity? If you and my papa, in about half an hour, will
+place yourselves behind that screen, you shall hear him declare his
+passion to me in person.
+
+\1 Agreed. And if I find him what you describe, all my
+happiness in him must have an end. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\8 And if you don't find him what I describe---I fear my
+happiness must never have a beginning. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+
+\(\01 changes to the back of the Garden.\)
+
+
+\(Enter \4\)
+
+
+\4 What an idiot am I, to wait here for a fellow who probably
+takes a delight in mortifying me. He never intended to be punctual,
+and I'll wait no longer. What do I see? It is he! and perhaps with
+news of my Constance.
+
+
+\(Enter Tony, booted and spattered.\)
+
+
+\4 My honest 'squire! I now find you a man of your word.
+This looks like friendship.
+
+\5 Ay, I'm your friend, and the best friend you have in the world,
+if you knew but all. This riding by night, by the bye, is cursedly
+tiresome. It has shook me worse than the basket of a stage-coach.
+
+\4 But how? where did you leave your fellow-travellers? Are
+they in safety? Are they housed?
+
+\5 Five and twenty miles in two hours and a half is no such bad
+driving. The poor beasts have smoked for it: rabbit me, but I'd rather
+ride forty miles after a fox than ten with such varment.
+
+\4 Well, but where have you left the ladies? I die with
+impatience.
+
+\5 Left them! Why where should I leave them but where I found
+them?
+
+\4 This is a riddle.
+
+\5 Riddle me this then. What's that goes round the house, and
+round the house, and never touches the house?
+
+\4 I'm still astray.
+
+\5 Why, that's it, mon. I have led them astray. By jingo,
+there's not a pond or a slough within five miles of the place but they
+can tell the taste of.
+
+\4 Ha! ha! ha! I understand: you took them in a round, while
+they supposed themselves going forward, and so you have at last brought
+them home again.
+
+\5 You shall hear. I first took them down Feather-bed Lane, where
+we stuck fast in the mud. I then rattled them crack over the stones of
+Up-and-down Hill. I then introduced them to the gibbet on Heavy-tree
+Heath; and from that, with a circumbendibus, I fairly lodged them in
+the horse-pond at the bottom of the garden.
+
+\4 But no accident, I hope?
+
+\5 No, no. Only mother is confoundedly frightened. She thinks
+herself forty miles off. She's sick of the journey; and the cattle can
+scarce crawl. So if your own horses be ready, you may whip off with
+cousin, and I'll be bound that no soul here can budge a foot to follow
+you.
+
+\4 My dear friend, how can I be grateful?
+
+\5 Ay, now it's dear friend, noble 'squire. Just now, it was all
+idiot, cub, and run me through the guts. Damn \textit{your} way of fighting, I
+say. After we take a knock in this part of the country, we kiss and be
+friends. But if you had run me through the guts, then I should be
+dead, and you might go kiss the hangman.
+
+\4 The rebuke is just. But I must hasten to relieve Miss
+Neville: if you keep the old lady employed, I promise to take care of
+the young one. \[r]Exit \4\]
+
+\5 Never fear me. Here she comes. Vanish. She's got from the
+pond, and draggled up to the waist like a mermaid.
+
+
+\(Enter \7\)
+
+
+\7 Oh, Tony, I'm killed! Shook! Battered to death. I
+shall never survive it. That last jolt, that laid us against the
+quickset hedge, has done my business.
+
+\5 Alack, mamma, it was all your own fault. You would be for
+running away by night, without knowing one inch of the way.
+
+\7 I wish we were at home again. I never met so many
+accidents in so short a journey. Drenched in the mud, overturned in a
+ditch, stuck fast in a slough, jolted to a jelly, and at last to lose
+our way. Whereabouts do you think we are, Tony?
+
+\5 By my guess we should come upon Crackskull Common, about forty
+miles from home.
+
+\7 O lud! O lud! The most notorious spot in all the
+country. We only want a robbery to make a complete night on't.
+
+\5 Don't be afraid, mamma, don't be afraid. Two of the five that
+kept here are hanged, and the other three may not find us. Don't be
+afraid.---Is that a man that's galloping behind us? No; it's only a
+tree.---Don't be afraid.
+
+\7 The fright will certainly kill me.
+
+\5 Do you see anything like a black hat moving behind the thicket?
+
+\7 Oh, death!
+
+\5 No; it's only a cow. Don't be afraid, mamma; don't he afraid.
+
+\7 As I'm alive, Tony, I see a man coming towards us.
+Ah! I'm sure on't. If he perceives us, we are undone.
+
+\5 \[Aside\] Father-in-law, by all that's unlucky, come to take one
+of his night walks. \[To her\] Ah, it's a highwayman with pistols as
+long as my arm. A damned ill-looking fellow.
+
+\7 Good Heaven defend us! He approaches.
+
+\5 Do you hide yourself in that thicket, and leave me to manage
+him. If there be any danger, I'll cough, and cry hem. When I cough,
+be sure to keep close. \[\7 hides behind a tree in the back scene\]
+
+
+\(Enter \3\)
+
+
+\3 I'm mistaken, or I heard voices of people in want of
+help. Oh, Tony! is that you? I did not expect you so soon back. Are
+your mother and her charge in safety?
+
+\5 Very safe, sir, at my aunt Pedigree's. Hem.
+
+\7 \[From behind\] Ah, death! I find there's danger.
+
+\3 Forty miles in three hours; sure that's too much, my
+youngster.
+
+\5 Stout horses and willing minds make short journeys, as they say.
+Hem.
+
+\7 \[From behind\] Sure he'll do the dear boy no harm.
+
+\3 But I heard a voice here; I should be glad to know from
+whence it came.
+
+\5 It was I, sir, talking to myself, sir. I was saying that forty
+miles in four hours was very good going. Hem. As to be sure it was.
+Hem. I have got a sort of cold by being out in the air. We'll go in,
+if you please. Hem.
+
+\3 But if you talked to yourself you did not answer
+yourself. I'm certain I heard two voices, and am resolved \[raising his
+voice\] to find the other out.
+
+\7 \[From behind\] Oh! he's coming to find me out. Oh!
+
+\5 What need you go, sir, if I tell you? Hem. I'll lay down my
+life for the truth---hem---I'll tell you all, sir. \[Detaining him\]
+
+\3 I tell you I will not be detained. I insist on seeing.
+It's in vain to expect I'll believe you.
+
+\7 \[Running forward from behind\] O lud! he'll murder
+my poor boy, my darling! Here, good gentleman, whet your rage upon me.
+Take my money, my life, but spare that young gentleman; spare my child,
+if you have any mercy.
+
+\3 My wife, as I'm a Christian. From whence can she come? or
+what does she mean?
+
+\7 \[Kneeling\] Take compassion on us, good Mr.
+Highwayman. Take our money, our watches, all we have, but spare our
+lives. We will never bring you to justice; indeed we won't, good Mr.
+Highwayman.
+
+\3 I believe the woman's out of her senses. What, Dorothy,
+don't you know \textit{me}?
+
+\7 Mr. Hardcastle, as I'm alive! My fears blinded me.
+But who, my dear, could have expected to meet you here, in this
+frightful place, so far from home? What has brought you to follow us?
+
+\3 Sure, Dorothy, you have not lost your wits? So far from
+home, when you are within forty yards of your own door! \[To him\]
+This is one of your old tricks, you graceless rogue, you. \[To her\]
+Don't you know the gate, and the mulberry-tree; and don't you remember
+the horse-pond, my dear?
+
+\7 Yes, I shall remember the horse-pond as long as I
+live; I have caught my death in it. \[To \5\] And it is to you, you
+graceless varlet, I owe all this? I'll teach you to abuse your mother,
+I will.
+
+\5 Ecod, mother, all the parish says you have spoiled me, and so
+you may take the fruits on't.
+
+\7 I'll spoil you, I will. [Follows him off the stage.
+\[r]Exit\]
+
+\3 There's morality, however, in his reply. \[r]Exit\]
+
+
+\(Enter \4 and \9\)
+
+
+\4 My dear Constance, why will you deliberate thus? If we
+delay a moment, all is lost for ever. Pluck up a little resolution,
+and we shall soon be out of the reach of her malignity.
+
+\9 I find it impossible. My spirits are so sunk with the
+agitations I have suffered, that I am unable to face any new danger.
+Two or three years' patience will at last crown us with happiness.
+
+\4 Such a tedious delay is worse than inconstancy. Let us fly,
+my charmer. Let us date our happiness from this very moment. Perish
+fortune! Love and content will increase what we possess beyond a
+monarch's revenue. Let me prevail!
+
+\9 No, Mr. Hastings, no. Prudence once more comes to my
+relief, and I will obey its dictates. In the moment of passion fortune
+may be despised, but it ever produces a lasting repentance. I'm
+resolved to apply to Mr. Hardcastle's compassion and justice for
+redress.
+
+\4 But tho' he had the will, he has not the power to relieve
+you.
+
+\9 But he has influence, and upon that I am resolved to
+rely.
+
+\4 I have no hopes. But since you persist, I must reluctantly
+obey you. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+
+\(\01 changes.\)
+
+
+\(Enter \1 and \8\)
+
+
+\1 What a situation am I in! If what you say appears, I
+shall then find a guilty son. If what he says be true, I shall then
+lose one that, of all others, I most wished for a daughter.
+
+\8 I am proud of your approbation, and to show I merit
+it, if you place yourselves as I directed, you shall hear his explicit
+declaration. But he comes.
+
+\1 I'll to your father, and keep him to the appointment.
+
+\[r]Exit \1\]
+
+
+\(Enter \2\)
+
+
+\2 Though prepared for setting out, I come once more to take
+leave; nor did I, till this moment, know the pain I feel in the
+separation.
+
+\8 \[In her own natural manner\] I believe sufferings
+cannot be very great, sir, which you can so easily remove. A day or
+two longer, perhaps, might lessen your uneasiness, by showing the
+little value of what you now think proper to regret.
+
+\2 \[Aside\] This girl every moment improves upon me. \[To her\]
+It must not be, madam. I have already trifled too long with my heart.
+My very pride begins to submit to my passion. The disparity of
+education and fortune, the anger of a parent, and the contempt of my
+equals, begin to lose their weight; and nothing can restore me to
+myself but this painful effort of resolution.
+
+\8 Then go, sir: I'll urge nothing more to detain you.
+Though my family be as good as hers you came down to visit, and my
+education, I hope, not inferior, what are these advantages without
+equal affluence? I must remain contented with the slight approbation
+of imputed merit; I must have only the mockery of your addresses, while
+all your serious aims are fixed on fortune.
+
+
+\(Enter \3 and \1 from behind.\)
+
+
+\1 Here, behind this screen.
+
+\3 Ay, ay; make no noise. I'll engage my Kate covers him
+with confusion at last.
+
+\2 By heavens, madam! fortune was ever my smallest
+consideration. Your beauty at first caught my eye; for who could see
+that without emotion? But every moment that I converse with you steals
+in some new grace, heightens the picture, and gives it stronger
+expression. What at first seemed rustic plainness, now appears refined
+simplicity. What seemed forward assurance, now strikes me as the
+result of courageous innocence and conscious virtue.
+
+\1 What can it mean? He amazes me!
+
+\3 I told you how it would be. Hush!
+
+\2 I am now determined to stay, madam; and I have too good an
+opinion of my father's discernment, when he sees you, to doubt his
+approbation.
+
+\8 No, Mr. Marlow, I will not, cannot detain you. Do
+you think I could suffer a connexion in which there is the smallest
+room for repentance? Do you think I would take the mean advantage of a
+transient passion, to load you with confusion? Do you think I could
+ever relish that happiness which was acquired by lessening yours?
+
+\2 By all that's good, I can have no happiness but what's in your
+power to grant me! Nor shall I ever feel repentance but in not having
+seen your merits before. I will stay even contrary to your wishes; and
+though you should persist to shun me, I will make my respectful
+assiduities atone for the levity of my past conduct.
+
+\8 Sir, I must entreat you'll desist. As our
+acquaintance began, so let it end, in indifference. I might have
+given an hour or two to levity; but seriously, Mr. Marlow, do you
+think I could ever submit to a connexion where I must appear
+mercenary, and you imprudent? Do you think I could ever catch at the
+confident addresses of a secure admirer?
+
+\2 \[Kneeling\] Does this look like security? Does this look
+like confidence? No, madam, every moment that shows me your merit,
+only serves to increase my diffidence and confusion. Here let me
+continue------
+
+\1 I can hold it no longer. Charles, Charles, how hast thou
+deceived me! Is this your indifference, your uninteresting
+conversation?
+
+\3 Your cold contempt; your formal interview! What have you
+to say now?
+
+\2 That I'm all amazement! What can it mean?
+
+\3 It means that you can say and unsay things at pleasure:
+that you can address a lady in private, and deny it in public: that you
+have one story for us, and another for my daughter.
+
+\2 Daughter!---This lady your daughter?
+
+\3 Yes, sir, my only daughter; my Kate; whose else should she
+be?
+
+\2 Oh, the devil!
+
+\8 Yes, sir, that very identical tall squinting lady you
+were pleased to take me for \[courtseying\]; she that you addressed as
+the mild, modest, sentimental man of gravity, and the bold, forward,
+agreeable Rattle of the Ladies' Club. Ha! ha! ha!
+
+\2 Zounds! there's no bearing this; it's worse than death!
+
+\8 In which of your characters, sir, will you give us
+leave to address you? As the faltering gentleman, with looks on the
+ground, that speaks just to be heard, and hates hypocrisy; or the loud
+confident creature, that keeps it up with Mrs. Mantrap, and old Miss
+Biddy Buckskin, till three in the morning? Ha! ha! ha!
+
+\2 O, curse on my noisy head. I never attempted to be impudent
+yet, that I was not taken down. I must be gone.
+
+\3 By the hand of my body, but you shall not. I see it was
+all a mistake, and I am rejoiced to find it. You shall not, sir, I
+tell you. I know she'll forgive you. Won't you forgive him, Kate?
+We'll all forgive you. Take courage, man. \[They retire, she
+tormenting him, to the back scene\]
+
+
+\(Enter \7 and Tony.\)
+
+
+\7 So, so, they're gone off. Let them go, I care not.
+
+\3 Who gone?
+
+\7 My dutiful niece and her gentleman, Mr. Hastings,
+from town. He who came down with our modest visitor here.
+
+\1 Who, my honest George Hastings? As worthy a fellow as
+lives, and the girl could not have made a more prudent choice.
+
+\3 Then, by the hand of my body, I'm proud of the connexion.
+
+\7 Well, if he has taken away the lady, he has not
+taken her fortune; that remains in this family to console us for her
+loss.
+
+\3 Sure, Dorothy, you would not be so mercenary?
+
+\7 Ay, that's my affair, not yours.
+
+\3 But you know if your son, when of age, refuses to marry
+his cousin, her whole fortune is then at her own disposal.
+
+\7 Ay, but he's not of age, and she has not thought
+proper to wait for his refusal.
+
+
+\(Enter \4 and \9\)
+
+
+\7 \[Aside\] What, returned so soon! I begin not to
+like it.
+
+\4 \[To \3\] For my late attempt to fly off with your
+niece let my present confusion be my punishment. We are now come back,
+to appeal from your justice to your humanity. By her father's consent,
+I first paid her my addresses, and our passions were first founded in
+duty.
+
+\9 Since his death, I have been obliged to stoop to
+dissimulation to avoid oppression. In an hour of levity, I was ready
+to give up my fortune to secure my choice. But I am now recovered from
+the delusion, and hope from your tenderness what is denied me from a
+nearer connexion.
+
+\7 Pshaw, pshaw! this is all but the whining end of a
+modern novel.
+
+\3 Be it what it will, I'm glad they're come back to reclaim
+their due. Come hither, Tony, boy. Do you refuse this lady's hand
+whom I now offer you?
+
+\5 What signifies my refusing? You know I can't refuse her till
+I'm of age, father.
+
+\3 While I thought concealing your age, boy, was likely to
+conduce to your improvement, I concurred with your mother's desire to
+keep it secret. But since I find she turns it to a wrong use, I must
+now declare you have been of age these three months.
+
+\5 Of age! Am I of age, father?
+
+\3 Above three months.
+
+\5 Then you'll see the first use I'll make of my liberty. \[Taking
+\9's hand\] Witness all men by these presents, that I,
+Anthony Lumpkin, Esquire, of \textsc{blank} place, refuse you, Constantia
+Neville, spinster, of no place at all, for my true and lawful wife. So
+Constance Neville may marry whom she pleases, and Tony Lumpkin is his
+own man again.
+
+\1 O brave 'squire!
+
+\4 My worthy friend!
+
+\7 My undutiful offspring!
+
+\2 Joy, my dear George! I give you joy sincerely. And could I
+prevail upon my little tyrant here to be less arbitrary, I should be
+the happiest man alive, if you would return me the favour.
+
+\4 \[To \8\] Come, madam, you are now driven to
+the very last scene of all your contrivances. I know you like him, I'm
+sure he loves you, and you must and shall have him.
+
+\3 \[Joining their hands\] And I say so too. And, Mr.
+Marlow, if she makes as good a wife as she has a daughter, I don't
+believe you'll ever repent your bargain. So now to supper. To-morrow
+we shall gather all the poor of the parish about us, and the mistakes
+of the night shall be crowned with a merry morning. So, boy, take her;
+and as you have been mistaken in the mistress, my wish is, that you may
+never be mistaken in the wife. \[r]Exeunt Omnes\]
+
+\spatium* {6ex plus 2ex\penalty 10000}
+\Facies \titulus {\textsc{#1}}
+\titulus{finis}%
+
+\endProsa
+\endDrama
+\end{document}
+
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+\documentclass[11pt]{book}
+\usepackage[repeat]{poetry}
+\usepackage{drama}
+\usepackage{example}
+\hyphenation{fol-low-ing}
+
+%\HouseStyle {arden}
+\HouseStyle {penguin}
+
+\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{arden}}{\TextWidth {4.51in}}{}
+
+\begin{document}
+
+\ExampleTitle {William Shakespeare}{The Tempest}
+ {\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{arden}}
+ {The Arden Shakespeare\\[.5ex]
+ University Paperbacks, Methuen}
+ {New Penguin Shakespeare\\[.5ex]
+ Penguin Books}
+ }
+
+\begin{DramatisPersonae}
+
+\persona{Alonso}, King of Naples
+\persona{Sebastian,} his brother
+\persona{Prospero,} the right Duke of Milan
+\persona{Antonio,} his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan
+\persona{Ferdinando,} son to the King of Naples
+
+\begin{Characters}{lords}
+ \persona{Adrian}
+ \persona{Francisco}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\persona{Caliban,} a savage and deformed slave
+\persona{Trinculo,} a jester
+\persona{Stephano,} a drunken butler
+{\Facies \personae {\textup{#1}}
+\persona{Master of ship}
+\persona{Boatswain}
+\persona{Mariners}
+}
+\persona{Miranda,} daughter to Prospero
+\persona{Ariel,} an airy spirit
+
+\begin{Characters}{characters in the masque}
+\persona{Iris}
+\persona{Ceres}
+\persona{Juno}
+{\Facies \personae {\textup{#1}}
+\persona{Nymphs}
+\persona{Reapers}
+}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\end{DramatisPersonae}
+
+\newpage
+
+\FrontMatter {The Tempest}
+
+\chapter {Introduction}
+
+\lorem [31453]
+
+\chapter {Further Reading}
+
+\lorem [24262]
+
+
+
+
+\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{arden}}
+ { \persona*[01]{Mas \\ Master}
+ \persona*[02]{Boats \\ Boatswain}
+ \persona*[1]{Pros \\ Prospero}
+ \persona*[2]{Mir \\ Miranda}
+ \persona*[3]{Ferd \\ Ferdinand}
+ \persona*[4]{Ariel}
+ \persona*[5]{Cal \\ Caliban}
+ \persona*[6]{Alon \\ Alonso}
+ \persona*[7]{Ant \\ Antonio}
+ \persona*[8]{Seb \\ Sebastian}
+ \persona*[9]{Gon \\ Gonzalo}
+ \persona*[10]{Trin \\ Trinculo}
+ \persona*[11]{Steph \\ Stephano}
+ \persona*[12]{Adr \\ Adrian}
+ \persona*[13]{Fran \\ Francisco}
+ }
+ { \persona*[01]{Master}
+ \persona*[02]{Boatswain}
+ \persona*[1] {Prospero}
+ \persona*[2] {Miranda}
+ \persona*[3] {Ferdinand}
+ \persona*[4] {Ariel}
+ \persona*[5] {Caliban}
+ \persona*[6] {Alonso}
+ \persona*[7] {Antonio}
+ \persona*[8] {Sebastian}
+ \persona*[9] {Gonzalo}
+ \persona*[10]{Trinculo}
+ \persona*[11]{Stephano}
+ \persona*[12]{Adrian}
+ \persona*[13]{Francisco}
+ }
+
+
+\MainMatter {The Tempest}
+
+\Drama
+\Versus
+\numerus{1}
+
+\thispagestyle {empty}
+\Act
+
+\Scene {On a ship at sea}
+ \(A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard. \\
+ Enter a Master and a Boatswain\)
+
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\01 Boatswain!
+
+\02 Here, master: what cheer?
+
+\01 Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely,
+ or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. \[r]Exit\]
+
+ \(Enter Mariners\)
+
+\02 Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!
+ yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the
+ master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,
+ if room enough!
+
+ \(Enter \6, \8, \7, \3, \9, and others\)
+
+\6 Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master?
+ Play the men.
+
+\02 I pray now, keep below.
+
+\7 Where is the master, boatswain?
+
+\02 Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your
+ cabins: you do assist the storm.
+
+\9 Nay, good, be patient.
+
+\02 When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers
+ for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.
+
+\9 Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
+
+\02 None that I more love than myself. You are a
+ counsellor; if you can command these elements to
+ silence, and work the peace of the present, we will
+ not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you
+ cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make
+ yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of
+ the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out
+ of our way, I say. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\9 I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he
+ hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is
+ perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his
+ hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable,
+ for our own doth little advantage. If he be not
+ born to be hanged, our case is miserable. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+ \[Re-enter \02\]
+
+\02 Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring
+ her to try with main-course.
+
+ \[A cry within\]
+
+ A plague upon this howling! they are louder than
+ the weather or our office.
+
+ \[Re-enter \8, \7, and \9\]
+
+ Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er
+ and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
+
+
+\8 A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
+ incharitable dog!
+
+\02 Work you then.
+
+\7 Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
+ We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
+
+\9 I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were
+ no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an
+ unstanched wench.
+
+\02 Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to
+ sea again; lay her off.
+
+ \[Enter Mariners wet\]
+
+\persona{Mariners} All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
+
+\02 What, must our mouths be cold?
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+
+
+\9 The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,
+ For our case is as theirs. \\
+
+
+\8 I'm out of patience.
+
+
+\7 We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
+ This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning
+ The washing of ten tides! \\
+
+\9 He'll be hang'd yet,
+ Though every drop of water swear against it
+ And gape at widest to glut him.
+
+ \[A confused noise within: \textup{`Mercy on us!'---%
+ `We split, we split!' ---`Farewell, my wife and children!'---%
+ `Farewell, brother!'---`We split, we split, we split!'}\]
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\7 Let's all sink with the king.
+
+\8 Let's take leave of him. \[r]Exit with \7\]
+
+
+\9 Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
+ acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any
+ thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain
+ die a dry death. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+
+
+\Scene {The island. Before Prospero's cell.}
+ \(Enter \1 and \2\)
+
+
+\2 If by your art, my dearest father, you have
+ Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
+ The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
+ But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
+ Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
+ With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
+ Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
+ Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
+ Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
+ Had I been any god of power, I would
+ Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
+ It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
+ The fraughting souls within her. \\
+
+\1 Be collected:
+ No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
+ There's no harm done. \\
+\2 O, woe the day! \\
+\1 No harm.
+ I have done nothing but in care of thee,
+ Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
+ Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
+ Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
+ Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
+ And thy no greater father. \\
+
+\2 More to know
+ Did never meddle with my thoughts. \\
+
+\1 'Tis time
+ I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
+ And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
+ Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
+ The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
+ The very virtue of compassion in thee,
+ I have with such provision in mine art
+ So safely ordered that there is no soul--
+ No, not so much perdition as an hair
+ Betid to any creature in the vessel
+ Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
+ For thou must now know farther. \\
+
+\2 You have often
+ Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
+ And left me to a bootless inquisition,
+ Concluding `Stay: not yet.' \\
+
+\1 The hour's now come;
+ The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
+ Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
+ A time before we came unto this cell?
+ I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
+ Out three years old. \\
+
+\2 Certainly, sir, I can.
+
+\1 By what? by any other house or person?
+ Of any thing the image tell me that
+ Hath kept with thy remembrance. \\
+
+\2 'Tis far off
+ And rather like a dream than an assurance
+ That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
+ Four or five women once that tended me?
+
+\1 Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
+ That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
+ In the dark backward and abysm of time?
+ If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
+ How thou camest here thou mayst. \\
+
+\2 But that I do not.
+
+\1 Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
+ Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
+ A prince of power. \\
+
+\2 Sir, are not you my father?
+
+\1 Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
+ She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
+ Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
+ And princess no worse issued. \\
+
+\2 O the heavens!
+ What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
+ Or blessed was't we did? \\
+
+\1 Both, both, my girl:
+ By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
+ But blessedly holp hither. \\
+
+\2 O, my heart bleeds
+ To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
+ Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
+
+\1 My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio--
+ I pray thee, mark me--that a brother should
+ Be so perfidious!--he whom next thyself
+ Of all the world I loved and to him put
+ The manage of my state; as at that time
+ Through all the signories it was the first
+ And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
+ In dignity, and for the liberal arts
+ Without a parallel; those being all my study,
+ The government I cast upon my brother
+ And to my state grew stranger, being transported
+ And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle--
+ Dost thou attend me? \\
+
+\2 Sir, most heedfully.
+
+\1 Being once perfected how to grant suits,
+ How to deny them, who to advance and who
+ To trash for over-topping, new created
+ The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
+ Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
+ Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
+ To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
+ The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
+ And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
+
+\2 O, good sir, I do. \\
+
+\1 I pray thee, mark me.
+ I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
+ To closeness and the bettering of my mind
+ With that which, but by being so retired,
+ O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
+ Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
+ Like a good parent, did beget of him
+ A falsehood in its contrary as great
+ As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
+ A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
+ Not only with what my revenue yielded,
+ But what my power might else exact, like one
+ Who having into truth, by telling of it,
+ Made such a sinner of his memory,
+ To credit his own lie, he did believe
+ He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution
+ And executing the outward face of royalty,
+ With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing--
+ Dost thou hear? \\
+
+\2 Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
+
+\1 To have no screen between this part he play'd
+ And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
+ Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
+ Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
+ He thinks me now incapable; confederates--
+ So dry he was for sway--wi' the King of Naples
+ To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
+ Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
+ The dukedom yet unbow'd--alas, poor Milan!--
+ To most ignoble stooping. \\
+
+\2 O the heavens!
+
+\1 Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
+ If this might be a brother. \\
+
+\2 I should sin
+ To think but nobly of my grandmother:
+ Good wombs have borne bad sons. \\
+
+\1 Now the condition.
+ The King of Naples, being an enemy
+ To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
+ Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
+ Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
+ Should presently extirpate me and mine
+ Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan
+ With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
+ A treacherous army levied, one midnight
+ Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
+ The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness,
+ The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
+ Me and thy crying self. \\
+
+\2 Alack, for pity!
+ I, not remembering how I cried out then,
+ Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
+ That wrings mine eyes to't. \\
+
+\1 Hear a little further
+ And then I'll bring thee to the present business
+ Which now's upon's; without the which this story
+ Were most impertinent. \\
+
+\2 Wherefore did they not
+ That hour destroy us? \\
+
+\1 Well demanded, wench:
+ My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
+ So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
+ A mark so bloody on the business, but
+ With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
+ In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
+ Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
+ A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
+ Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
+ Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
+ To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
+ To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
+ Did us but loving wrong. \\
+
+\2 Alack, what trouble
+ Was I then to you! \\
+
+\1 O, a cherubim
+ Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.
+ Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
+ When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
+ Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
+ An undergoing stomach, to bear up
+ Against what should ensue. \\
+
+\2 How came we ashore?
+
+\1 By Providence divine.
+ Some food we had and some fresh water that
+ A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
+ Out of his charity, being then appointed
+ Master of this design, did give us, with
+ Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
+ Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
+ Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
+ From mine own library with volumes that
+ I prize above my dukedom. \\
+
+\2 Would I might
+ But ever see that man! \\
+\1 Now I arise:
+ Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
+ Here in this island we arrived; and here
+ Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
+ Than other princesses can that have more time
+ For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
+
+\2 Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
+ For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
+ For raising this sea-storm? \\
+
+\1 Know thus far forth.
+ By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
+ Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
+ Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
+ I find my zenith doth depend upon
+ A most auspicious star, whose influence
+ If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
+ Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
+ Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
+ And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
+
+ \[\2 sleeps\]
+
+ Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
+ Approach, my Ariel, come.
+
+ \[Enter \4\]
+
+\4 All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
+ To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
+ To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
+ On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
+ Ariel and all his quality. \\
+
+\1 Hast thou, spirit,
+ Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
+
+\4 To every article.
+ I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
+ Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
+ I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
+ And burn in many places; on the topmast,
+ The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
+ Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
+ O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
+ And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
+ Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
+ Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
+ Yea, his dread trident shake. \\
+
+\1 My brave spirit!
+ Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
+ Would not infect his reason? \\
+
+\4 Not a soul
+ But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
+ Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
+ Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
+ Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
+ With hair up-staring,--then like reeds, not hair,--
+ Was the first man that leap'd; cried, `Hell is empty
+ And all the devils are here.' \\
+
+\1 Why, that's my spirit!
+ But was not this nigh shore? \\
+
+\4 Close by, my master.
+
+\1 But are they, Ariel, safe? \\
+
+\4 Not a hair perish'd;
+ On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
+ But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,
+ In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
+ The king's son have I landed by himself;
+ Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
+ In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,
+ His arms in this sad knot. \\
+
+\1 Of the king's ship
+ The mariners say how thou hast disposed
+ And all the rest o' the fleet. \\
+
+\4 Safely in harbour
+ Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
+ Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
+ From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
+ The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
+ Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
+ I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet
+ Which I dispersed, they all have met again
+ And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
+ Bound sadly home for Naples,
+ Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
+ And his great person perish. \\
+
+\1 Ariel, thy charge
+ Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
+ What is the time o' the day? \\
+
+\4 Past the mid season.
+
+\1 At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
+ Must by us both be spent most preciously.
+
+\4 Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
+ Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
+ Which is not yet perform'd me. \\
+
+\1 How now? moody?
+ What is't thou canst demand? \\
+
+\4 My liberty.
+
+\1 Before the time be out? no more! \\
+
+\4 I prithee,
+ Remember I have done thee worthy service;
+ Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
+ Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
+ To bate me a full year. \\
+
+\1 Dost thou forget
+ From what a torment I did free thee? \\
+
+\4 No.
+
+\1 Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
+ Of the salt deep,
+ To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
+ To do me business in the veins o' the earth
+ When it is baked with frost. \\
+
+\4 I do not, sir.
+
+\1 Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
+ The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
+ Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
+
+\4 No, sir. \\
+
+\1 Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
+
+\4 Sir, in Argier. \\
+
+\1 O, was she so? I must
+ Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
+ Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
+ For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
+ To enter human hearing, from Argier,
+ Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did
+ They would not take her life. Is not this true?
+
+\4 Ay, sir.
+
+\1 This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
+ And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
+ As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;
+ And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
+ To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
+ Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
+ By help of her more potent ministers
+ And in her most unmitigable rage,
+ Into a cloven pine; within which rift
+ Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain
+ A dozen years; within which space she died
+ And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
+ As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island--
+ Save for the son that she did litter here,
+ A freckled whelp hag-born--not honour'd with
+ A human shape. \\
+
+\4 Yes, Caliban her son.
+
+\1 Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban
+ Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
+ What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
+ Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts
+ Of ever angry bears: it was a torment
+ To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
+ Could not again undo: it was mine art,
+ When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
+ The pine and let thee out. \\
+
+\4 I thank thee, master.
+
+\1 If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
+ And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
+ Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. \\
+
+\4 Pardon, master;
+ I will be correspondent to command
+ And do my spiriting gently. \\
+
+\1 Do so, and after two days
+ I will discharge thee. \\
+
+\4 That's my noble master!
+ What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
+
+\1 Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
+ To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
+ To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
+ And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!
+ \[r]Exit \4\]
+ Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
+ Awake! \\
+
+\2 The strangeness of your story put
+ Heaviness in me. \\
+
+\1 Shake it off. Come on;
+ We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
+ Yields us kind answer. \\
+
+\2 'Tis a villain, sir,
+ I do not love to look on. \\
+
+\1 But, as 'tis,
+ We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
+ Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
+ That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
+ Thou earth, thou! speak. \\
+
+\5 \[within\] There's wood enough within.
+
+\1 Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
+ Come, thou tortoise! when?
+
+ \[Re-enter \4 like a water-nymph\]
+
+ Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
+ Hark in thine ear. \\
+
+\4 My lord it shall be done. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\1 Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
+ Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
+
+ \[Enter \5\]
+
+\5 As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
+ With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
+ Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye
+ And blister you all o'er!
+
+\1 For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
+ Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
+ Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
+ All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd
+ As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
+ Than bees that made 'em. \\
+
+\5 I must eat my dinner.
+ This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
+ Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
+ Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
+ Water with berries in't, and teach me how
+ To name the bigger light, and how the less,
+ That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee
+ And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
+ The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
+ Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
+ Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
+ For I am all the subjects that you have,
+ Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
+ In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
+ The rest o' the island. \\
+
+\1 Thou most lying slave,
+ Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
+ Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
+ In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
+ The honour of my child.
+
+\5 O ho, O ho! would't had been done!
+ Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
+ This isle with Calibans. \\
+
+\1 Abhorred slave,
+ Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
+ Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
+ Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
+ One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
+ Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
+ A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
+ With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
+ Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures
+ Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
+ Deservedly confined into this rock,
+ Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
+
+\5 You taught me language; and my profit on't
+ Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
+ For learning me your language! \\
+
+\1 Hag-seed, hence!
+ Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
+ To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
+ If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
+ What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
+ Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
+ That beasts shall tremble at thy din. \\
+\5 No, pray thee.
+ \[aside\] I must obey: his art is of such power,
+ It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
+ and make a vassal of him. \\
+\1 So, slave; hence! \[r]Exit \5\]
+
+ \(Re-enter \4, invisible, playing and singing; \3 fol\-low\-ing\)
+
+{\Locus \personae {}
+\4 \\
+ \Forma\strophae{60101001{-3.5}1{-3.5}101}
+ \Locus \textus {+3em}
+ \textit{Song}
+ Come unto these yellow sands,
+ And then take hands:
+ Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
+ The wild waves whist,
+ Foot it featly here and there;
+ And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
+ Hark, hark!
+ \[Burthen dispersedly\] Bow-wow
+ The watch-dogs bark!
+ \[Burthen dispersedly\] Bow-wow
+ Hark, hark! I hear
+ The strain of strutting chanticleer
+ Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
+}
+
+
+\3 Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?
+ It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon
+ Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank,
+ Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
+ This music crept by me upon the waters,
+ Allaying both their fury and my passion
+ With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
+ Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.
+ No, it begins again.
+
+{\Locus \personae {}
+\4 \\
+ \Forma\strophae{60101000{-3.5}0}
+ \Locus \textus {+3em}
+ \textit{Song}
+ Full fathom five thy father lies;
+ Of his bones are coral made;
+ Those are pearls that were his eyes:
+ Nothing of him that doth fade
+ But doth suffer a sea-change
+ Into something rich and strange.
+ Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
+ \[Burthen\] Ding-dong
+ Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell.
+}
+
+\3 The ditty does remember my drown'd father.
+ This is no mortal business, nor no sound
+ That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
+
+\1 The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
+ And say what thou seest yond. \\
+
+\2 What is't? a spirit?
+ Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
+ It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
+
+\1 No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
+ As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
+ Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd
+ With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
+ A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
+ And strays about to find 'em. \\
+
+\2 I might call him
+ A thing divine, for nothing natural
+ I ever saw so noble. \\
+
+\1 \[aside\] It goes on, I see,
+ As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
+ Within two days for this. \\
+
+\3 Most sure, the goddess
+ On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
+ May know if you remain upon this island;
+ And that you will some good instruction give
+ How I may bear me here: my prime request,
+ Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
+ If you be maid or no? \\
+
+\2 No wonder, sir;
+ But certainly a maid. \\
+
+\3 My language! heavens!
+ I am the best of them that speak this speech,
+ Were I but where 'tis spoken. \\
+
+\1 How? the best?
+ What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
+
+\3 A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
+ To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
+ And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
+ Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
+ The king my father wreck'd. \\
+
+\2 Alack, for mercy!
+
+\3 Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan
+ And his brave son being twain. \\
+
+\1 \[aside\] The Duke of Milan
+ And his more braver daughter could control thee,
+ If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
+ They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
+ I'll set thee free for this. -- A word, good sir;
+ I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
+
+\2 Why speaks my father so ungently? This
+ Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
+ That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
+ To be inclined my way! \\
+
+\3 O, if a virgin,
+ And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
+ The queen of Naples. \\
+
+\1 Soft, sir! one word more.
+ \[aside\] They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
+ I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
+ Make the prize light. -- One word more; I charge thee
+ That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
+ The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
+ Upon this island as a spy, to win it
+ From me, the lord on't. \\
+
+\3 No, as I am a man.
+
+\2 There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
+ If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
+ Good things will strive to dwell with't. \\
+
+\1 Follow me.
+ Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;
+ I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
+ Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
+ The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
+ Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. \\
+
+\3 No;
+ I will resist such entertainment till
+ Mine enemy has more power. \\
+
+ \[Draws, and is charmed from moving\]
+
+\2 O dear father,
+ Make not too rash a trial of him, for
+ He's gentle and not fearful. \\
+
+\1 What? I say,
+ My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
+ Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience
+ Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
+ For I can here disarm thee with this stick
+ And make thy weapon drop. \\
+
+\2 Beseech you, father.
+
+\1 Hence! hang not on my garments. \\
+
+\2 Sir, have pity;
+ I'll be his surety. \\
+
+\1 Silence! one word more
+ Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
+ An advocate for an imposter! hush!
+ Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
+ Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
+ To the most of men this is a Caliban
+ And they to him are angels. \\
+
+\2 My affections
+ Are then most humble; I have no ambition
+ To see a goodlier man. \\
+
+\1 Come on; obey:
+ Thy nerves are in their infancy again
+ And have no vigour in them. \\
+
+\3 So they are;
+ My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
+ My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
+ The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,
+ To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
+ Might I but through my prison once a day
+ Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
+ Let liberty make use of; space enough
+ Have I in such a prison. \\
+
+\1 \[aside\] It works. \[to \3\] Come on. --
+ Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!\[to \3\] Follow me.
+ \[to \4\]
+ Hark what thou else shalt do me. \\
+
+\2 Be of comfort;
+ My father's of a better nature, sir,
+ Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
+ Which now came from him. \\
+
+\1 Thou shalt be free
+ As mountain winds: but then exactly do
+ All points of my command. \\
+
+\4 To the syllable.
+
+\1 Come, follow. \[to Miranda\] Speak not for him. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\Act
+\Scene {Another part of the island.}
+
+
+\(Enter \6, \8, \7, \9, \12, \13, and others\)
+
+\9 Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,
+ So have we all, of joy; for our escape
+ Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
+ Is common; every day some sailor's wife,
+ The masters of some merchant and the merchant
+ Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle,
+ I mean our preservation, few in millions
+ Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
+ Our sorrow with our comfort. \\
+
+\6 Prithee, peace.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8\[aside to \7\]He receives comfort like cold porridge.
+
+\7 \[aside to \8\] The visitor will not give him o'er so.
+
+\8 Look he's winding up the watch of his wit;
+ by and by it will strike.
+
+\9 Sir,--
+
+\8 One: tell.
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\9 When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd,
+ Comes to the entertainer--
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 A dollar.
+
+\9 Dolour comes to him, indeed: you
+ have spoken truer than you purposed.
+
+\8 You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
+
+\9 Therefore, my lord,--
+
+\7 Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!
+
+\6 I prithee, spare.
+
+\9 Well, I have done: but yet,--
+
+\8 He will be talking.
+
+\7 Which, of he or Adrian, for a good
+ wager, first begins to crow?
+
+\8 The old cock.
+
+\7 The cockerel.
+
+\8 Done. The wager?
+
+\7 A laughter.
+
+\8 A match!
+
+\12 Though this island seem to be desert,---
+
+\7 Ha, ha, ha!
+
+\8 So, you're paid.
+
+\12 Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,---
+
+\8 Yet,---
+
+\12 Yet,---
+
+\7 He could not miss't.
+
+\12 It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate
+ temperance.
+
+\7 Temperance was a delicate wench.
+
+\8 Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
+
+\12 The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
+
+\8 As if it had lungs and rotten ones.
+
+\7 Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
+
+\9 Here is everything advantageous to life.
+
+\7 True; save means to live.
+
+\8 Of that there's none, or little.
+\9 How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
+\7 The ground indeed is tawny.
+
+\8 With an eye of green in't.
+
+\7 He misses not much.
+
+\8 No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
+
+\9 But the rarity of it is, ---which is indeed almost
+ be\-yond credit,---
+
+\8 As many vouched rarities are.
+
+\9 That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in
+ the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and
+ glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with
+ salt water.
+
+\7 If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not
+ say he lies?
+
+\8 Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report
+
+\9 Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we
+ put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of
+ the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
+
+\8 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
+
+\12 Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to
+ their queen.
+
+\9 Not since widow Dido's time.
+
+\7 Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in?
+ widow Dido!
+
+\8 What if he had said 'widower \AE{}neas' too? Good Lord,
+ how you take it!
+
+\12 'Widow Dido' said you? you make me study of that:
+ she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
+
+\9 This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
+
+\12 Carthage?
+
+\9 I assure you, Carthage.
+
+\8 His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath
+ raised the wall and houses too.
+
+\7 What impossible matter will he make easy next?
+
+\8 I think he will carry this island home in his pocket
+ and give it his son for an apple.
+
+\7 And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring
+ forth more islands.
+
+\9 Ay.
+
+\7 Why, in good time.
+
+\9 Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now
+ as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
+ of your daughter, who is now queen.
+
+\7 And the rarest that e'er came there.
+
+\8 Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
+
+\7 O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido.
+
+\9 Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I
+ wore it? I mean, in a sort.
+
+\7 That sort was well fished for.
+
+\9 When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\6 You cram these words into mine ears against
+ The stomach of my sense. Would I had never
+ Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
+ My son is lost and, in my rate, she too,
+ Who is so far from Italy removed
+ I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
+ Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
+ Hath made his meal on thee? \\
+
+\13 Sir, he may live:
+ I saw him beat the surges under him,
+ And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
+ Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
+ The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head
+ 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
+ Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
+ To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
+ As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
+ He came alive to land. \\
+
+\6 No, no, he's gone.
+
+\8 Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
+ That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
+ But rather lose her to an African;
+ Where she at least is banish'd from your eye,
+ Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. \\
+
+\6 Prithee, peace.
+
+\8 You were kneel'd to and importuned otherwise
+ By all of us, and the fair soul herself
+ Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at
+ Which end o' the beam should bow. We have lost your son,
+ I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
+ More widows in them of this business' making
+ Than we bring men to comfort them:
+ The fault's your own. \\
+
+\6 So is the dear'st o' the loss.
+
+\9 My lord Sebastian,
+ The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness
+ And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
+ When you should bring the plaster. \\
+
+\8 Very well.
+
+\7 And most chirurgeonly.
+
+\9 It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
+ When you are cloudy. \\
+
+\8 Foul weather? \\
+
+\7 Very foul.
+
+\9 Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,---
+
+\7 He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.
+
+\8 Or docks, or mallows.
+
+\9 And were the king on't, what would I do?
+
+\8 'Scape being drunk for want of wine.
+
+\9 I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
+ Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
+ Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
+ Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
+ And use of service, none; contract, succession,
+ Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
+ No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
+ No occupation; all men idle, all;
+ And women too, but innocent and pure;
+ No sovereignty;---
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 Yet he would be king on't.
+
+\7 The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the
+ beginning.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\9 All things in common nature should produce
+ Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
+ Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
+ Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
+ Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,
+ To feed my innocent people.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 No marrying 'mong his subjects?
+
+\7 None, man; all idle: whores and knaves.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\9 I would with such perfection govern, sir,
+ To excel the golden age. \\
+
+\8 God save his majesty!
+
+\7 Long live Gonzalo! \\
+
+\9 And,---do you mark me, sir?
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\6 Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
+
+\9 I do well believe your highness; and
+ did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen,
+ who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that
+ they always use to laugh at nothing.
+
+\7 'Twas you we laughed at.
+
+\9 Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
+ to you: so you may continue and laugh at
+ nothing still.
+
+\7 What a blow was there given!
+
+\8 An it had not fallen flat-long.
+
+\9 You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift
+ the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue
+ in it five weeks without changing.
+
+ \[Enter \4, invisible, playing solemn music\]
+
+\8 We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
+
+\7 Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
+
+\9 No, I warrant you; I will not adventure
+ my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh
+ me asleep, for I am very heavy?
+
+\7 Go sleep, and hear us.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+ \[All sleep except \6, \8, and \7\]
+
+\6 What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
+ Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
+ They are inclined to do so. \\
+
+\8 Please you, sir,
+ Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
+ It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
+ It is a comforter. \\
+
+\7 We two, my lord,
+ Will guard your person while you take your rest,
+ And watch your safety. \\
+
+\6 Thank you. Wondrous heavy.
+
+ \[\6 sleeps. Exit \4\]
+
+\8 What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
+
+\7 It is the quality o' the climate. \\
+
+\8 Why
+ Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
+ Myself disposed to sleep.
+
+\7 Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
+ They fell together all, as by consent;
+ They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
+ Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?---No more:---
+ And yet me thinks I see it in thy face,
+ What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and
+ My strong imagination sees a crown
+ Dropping upon thy head. \\
+
+\8 What, art thou waking?
+
+\7 Do you not hear me speak? \\
+
+\8 I do; and surely
+ It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st
+ Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
+ This is a strange repose, to be asleep
+ With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
+ And yet so fast asleep. \\
+
+\7 Noble Sebastian,
+ Thou let'st thy fortune sleep---die, rather; wink'st
+ Whiles thou art waking. \\
+
+\8 Thou dost snore distinctly;
+ There's meaning in thy snores.
+
+\7 I am more serious than my custom: you
+ Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
+ Trebles thee o'er. \\
+
+\8 Well, I am standing water.
+
+\7 I'll teach you how to flow. \\
+
+\8 Do so: to ebb
+ Hereditary sloth instructs me. \\
+
+\7 O,
+ If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
+ Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
+ You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
+ Most often do so near the bottom run
+ By their own fear or sloth.\\
+
+\8 Prithee, say on:
+ The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
+ A matter from thee, and a birth indeed
+ Which throes thee much to yield. \\
+
+\7 Thus, sir:
+ Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
+ Who shall be of as little memory
+ When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuade,---
+ For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
+ Professes to persuade,---the king his son's alive,
+ 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd
+ And he that sleeps here swims. \\
+
+\8 I have no hope
+ That he's undrown'd. \\
+
+\7 O, out of that `no hope'
+ What great hope have you! no hope that way is
+ Another way so high a hope that even
+ Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
+ But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me
+ That Ferdinand is drown'd? \\
+
+\8 He's gone. \\
+
+\7 Then, tell me,
+ Who's the next heir of Naples? \\
+
+\8 Claribel.
+
+\7 She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
+ Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples
+ Can have no note, unless the sun were post---
+ The man i' the moon's too slow---till new-born chins
+ Be rough and razorable; she that---from whom?
+ We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,
+ And by that destiny to perform an act
+ Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
+ In yours and my discharge. \\
+
+\8 What stuff is this!
+ How say you?
+ 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
+ So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
+ There is some space. \\
+
+\7 A space whose every cubit
+ Seems to cry out, `How shall that Claribel
+ Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
+ And let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death
+ That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse
+ Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples
+ As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate
+ As amply and unnecessarily
+ As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
+ A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
+ The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
+ For your advancement! Do you understand me?
+
+\8 Methinks I do. \\
+
+\7 And how does your content
+ Tender your own good fortune? \\
+
+\8 I remember
+ You did supplant your brother Prospero.
+
+\7 True:
+ And look how well my garments sit upon me;
+ Much feater than before: my brother's servants
+ Were then my fellows; now they are my men.
+
+\8 But, for your conscience? \\
+
+\7 Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe,
+ 'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not
+ This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
+ That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they
+ And melt ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
+ No better than the earth he lies upon,
+ If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
+ Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
+ Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
+ To the perpetual wink for aye might put
+ This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
+ Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
+ They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
+ They'll tell the clock to any business that
+ We say befits the hour. \\
+
+\8 Thy case, dear friend,
+ Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
+ I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
+ Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest;
+ And I the king shall love thee. \\
+
+\7 Draw together;
+ And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
+ To fall it on Gonzalo. \\
+
+\8 O, but one word.
+ \[They talk apart\]
+
+ \[Re-enter \4, invisible\]
+
+\4 My master through his art foresees the danger
+ That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth---
+ For else his project dies---to keep them living.
+
+ \[Sings in \9's ear\]
+{ \Locus \textus {+3em}
+ \Forma \strophae {001001}
+ While you here do snoring lie,
+ Open-eyed conspiracy
+ His time doth take.
+ If of life you keep a care,
+ Shake off slumber, and beware:
+ Awake, awake!
+}
+\7 Then let us both be sudden. \\
+
+\9 Now, good angels
+ Preserve the king.
+
+ \[They wake\]
+
+\6 Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn?
+ Wherefore this ghastly looking? \\
+
+\9 What's the matter?
+
+\8 Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
+ Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
+ Like bulls, or rather lions: did't not wake you?
+ It struck mine ear most terribly. \\
+
+\6 I heard nothing.
+
+\7 O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,
+ To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar
+ Of a whole herd of lions. \\
+
+\6 Heard you this, Gonzalo?
+
+\9 Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,
+ And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
+ I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd,
+ I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise,
+ That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard,
+ Or that we quit this place; let's draw our weapons.
+
+\6 Lead off this ground; and let's make further search
+ For my poor son. \\
+
+\9 Heavens keep him from these beasts!
+ For he is, sure, i' the island. \\
+
+\6 Lead away.
+
+\4 Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:
+ So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\Scene {Another part of the island}
+
+ \(Enter \5 with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard\)
+
+\5 All the infections that the sun sucks up
+ From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
+ By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me
+ And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
+ Fright me with urchin---shows, pitch me i' the mire,
+ \[Thunder\]
+ Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
+ Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
+ For every trifle are they set upon me;
+ Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me
+ And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which
+ Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
+ Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
+ All wound with adders who with cloven tongues
+ Do hiss me into madness. \\
+
+
+ \[Enter \10\]
+
+ Lo, now, lo!
+
+ Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
+ For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat;
+ Perchance he will not mind me.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\10 Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
+ any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
+ I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black
+ cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul
+ bombard that would shed his liquor. If it
+ should thunder as it did before, I know not
+ where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
+ choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we
+ here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish:
+ he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-
+ like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-
+ John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,
+ as once I was, and had but this fish painted,
+ not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
+ of silver: there would this monster make a
+ man; any strange beast there makes a man:
+ when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
+ beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
+ Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like
+ arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose
+ my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,
+ but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a
+ thunderbolt.
+
+ \[Thunder\]
+ Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to
+ creep under his gaberdine; there is no other
+ shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with
+ strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the
+ dregs of the storm be past.
+
+ \[Enter \11, singing: a bottle in his hand\]
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\11 \\
+{ \Forma \strophae {01} \Locus \textus {+5em}
+ I shall no more to sea, to sea,
+ Here shall I die ashore---
+}
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\00 This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
+ funeral: well, here's my comfort. \[Drinks\]
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+ \[Sings\]
+{ \Forma \strophae {010111001}
+ \Locus \textus {+3em}
+ The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
+ The gunner and his mate
+ Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,
+ But none of us cared for Kate;
+ For she had a tongue with a tang,
+ Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!
+ She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
+ Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch:
+ Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
+}
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\00 This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.
+
+ \[Drinks\]
+
+\5 Do not torment me: Oh!
+
+\11 What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put
+ tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I
+ have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your
+ four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as
+ ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground;
+ and it shall be said so again while Stephano
+ breathes at's nostrils.
+
+\5 The spirit torments me; Oh!
+
+\11 This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who
+ hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil
+ should he learn our language? I will give him some
+ relief, if it be but for that. if I can recover him
+ and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a
+ present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.
+
+\5 Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.
+
+\11 He's in his fit now and does not talk after the
+ wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have
+ never drunk wine afore will go near to remove his
+ fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will
+ not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that
+ hath him, and that soundly.
+
+\5 Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I
+ know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.
+
+
+\11 Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that
+ which will give language to you, cat: open your
+ mouth. This will shake your shaking, I can tell you,
+ and that soundly. \[He gives \5 wine\] You cannot tell
+ who's your friend: open your chaps again.
+
+\10 I should know that voice: it should be---but he is
+ drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!
+
+\11 Four legs and two voices: a most delicate monster!
+ His forward voice now is to speak well of his
+ friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches
+ and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will
+ recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I
+ will pour some in thy other mouth.
+
+\10 Stephano!
+
+\11 Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is
+ a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no
+ long spoon.
+
+\10 Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and
+ speak to me: for I am Trinculo---be not afeard---thy
+ good friend Trinculo.
+
+\11 If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee
+ by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs,
+ these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How
+ camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can
+ he vent Trinculos?
+
+\10 I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But
+ art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art
+ not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me
+ under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of
+ the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O
+ Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!
+
+\11 Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
+
+\5 \[aside\] These be fine things, an if they be
+ not sprites.
+ That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor.
+ I will kneel to him.
+
+\11 How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither?
+ swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I
+ escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors
+ heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of
+ the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was
+ cast ashore.
+
+\5 I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject;
+ for the liquor is not earthly.
+
+\11 Here; swear then how thou escapedst.
+
+\10 Swum ashore. man, like a duck: I can swim like a
+ duck, I'll be sworn.
+
+\11 Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a
+ duck, thou art made like a goose.
+
+\10 O Stephano. hast any more of this?
+
+\11 The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the
+ sea-side where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf!
+ how does thine ague?
+
+\5 Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?
+
+\11 Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i'
+ the moon when time was.
+
+\5 I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee:
+ My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
+
+\11 Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish
+ it anon with new contents swear.
+
+\10 By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!
+ I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i'
+ the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well
+ drawn, monster, in good sooth!
+
+\5 I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;
+ And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
+
+\10 By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
+ monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
+
+\5 I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.
+
+\11 Come on then; down, and swear.
+
+\10 I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed
+ monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my
+ heart to beat him,---
+
+\11 Come, kiss.
+
+\10 But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;
+ I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.
+ A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
+ I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
+ Thou wondrous man.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\10 A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a
+ Poor drunkard!
+
+
+\5 I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
+ And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts;
+ Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how
+ To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee
+ To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
+ Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
+
+\11 I prithee now, lead the way without any more
+ talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company
+ else being drowned, we will inherit here: here;
+ bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by
+ and by again.
+
+
+\5 \[Sings drunkenly\]
+ Farewell master; farewell, farewell!
+
+\10 A howling monster: a drunken monster!
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+{\Locus \personae {}
+\5 \\
+ \Locus \textus {+6em}
+ \Forma \strophae {011011}
+ No more dams I'll make for fish
+ Nor fetch in firing
+ At requiring;
+ Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish
+ 'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban
+ Has a new master: get a new man.
+}
+ Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,
+ hey-day, freedom!
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+\11 O brave monster! Lead the way. \[r]Exeunt\]
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\Act
+\Scene {Before Prospero's Cell}
+
+ \(Enter \3, bearing a log\)
+
+\3 There be some sports are painful, and their labour
+ Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
+ Are nobly undergone and most poor matters
+ Point to rich ends. This my mean task
+ Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
+ The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead
+ And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is
+ Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
+ And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
+ Some thousands of these logs and pile them up,
+ Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress
+ Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness
+ Had never like executor. I forget:
+ But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
+ Most busy lest, when I do it. \\
+
+ \[Enter \2; and \1 at a distance, unseen\]
+
+\2 Alas, now, pray you,
+ Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
+ Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!
+ Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns,
+ 'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
+ Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
+ He's safe for these three hours. \\
+
+\3 O most dear mistress,
+ The sun will set before I shall discharge
+ What I must strive to do. \\
+
+\2 If you'll sit down,
+ I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
+ I'll carry it to the pile. \\
+
+\3 No, precious creature;
+ I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
+ Than you should such dishonour undergo,
+ While I sit lazy by. \\
+
+\2 It would become me
+ As well as it does you: and I should do it
+ With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
+ And yours it is against. \\
+
+\1 Poor worm, thou art infected!
+ This visitation shows it. \\
+
+\2 You look wearily.
+
+\3 No, noble mistress;'tis fresh morning with me
+ When you are by at night. I do beseech you---
+ Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers---
+ What is your name? \\
+
+\2 Miranda.---O my father,
+ I have broke your hest to say so! \\
+
+\3 Admired Miranda!
+ Indeed the top of admiration! worth
+ What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
+ I have eyed with best regard and many a time
+ The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
+ Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
+ Have I liked several women; never any
+ With so fun soul, but some defect in her
+ Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed
+ And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
+ So perfect and so peerless, are created
+ Of every creature's best! \\
+
+\2 I do not know
+ One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
+ Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
+ More that I may call men than you, good friend,
+ And my dear father: how features are abroad,
+ I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
+ The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
+ Any companion in the world but you,
+ Nor can imagination form a shape,
+ Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
+ Something too wildly and my father's precepts
+ I therein do forget. \\
+
+\3 I am in my condition
+ A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
+ I would, not so!---and would no more endure
+ This wooden slavery than to suffer
+ The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
+ The very instant that I saw you, did
+ My heart fly to your service; there resides,
+ To make me slave to it; and for your sake
+ Am I this patient log---man. \\
+
+\2 Do you love me?
+
+\3 O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
+ And crown what I profess with kind event
+ If I speak true! if hollowly, invert
+ What best is boded me to mischief! I
+ Beyond all limit of what else i' the world
+ Do love, prize, honour you. \\
+
+\2 I am a fool
+ To weep at what I am glad of. \\
+
+\1 Fair encounter
+ Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
+ On that which breeds between 'em! \\
+
+\3 Wherefore weep you?
+
+\2 At mine unworthiness that dare not offer
+ What I desire to give, and much less take
+ What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
+ And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
+ The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
+ And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
+ I am your wife, it you will marry me;
+ If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
+ You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
+ Whether you will or no. \\
+
+\3 My mistress, dearest;
+ And I thus humble ever. \\
+
+\2 My husband, then?
+
+\3 Ay, with a heart as willing
+ As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
+
+\2 And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell
+ Till half an hour hence. \\
+
+\3 A thousand thousand!
+
+ \[Exeunt \3 and \2 severally\]
+
+\1 So glad of this as they I cannot be,
+ Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing
+ At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,
+ For yet ere supper-time must I perform
+ Much business appertaining. \[r]Exit\]
+
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\Scene {Another part of the island.}
+
+ \(Enter \5, \11, and \10\)
+
+\11 Tell not me; when the butt is out, we will drink
+ water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and
+ board 'em. Servant-monster, drink to me.
+
+\10 Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They
+ say there's but five upon this isle: we are three
+ of them; if th' other two be brained like us, the
+ state totters.
+
+\11 Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes
+ are almost set in thy head.
+
+\10 Where should they be set else? he were a brave
+ monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
+
+\11 My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack:
+ for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I
+ could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off
+ and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant,
+ monster, or my standard.
+
+\10 Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
+
+\11 We'll not run, Monsieur Monster.
+
+\10 Nor go neither; but you'll lie like dogs and yet say
+ nothing neither.
+
+\11 Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a
+ good moon-calf.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.
+ I'll not serve him; he's not valiant.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\10 Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to
+ justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou,
+ was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much
+ sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie,
+ being but half a fish and half a monster?
+
+\5 Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?
+
+\10 'Lord' quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural!
+
+\5 Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.
+
+\11 Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you
+ prove a mutineer,---the next tree! The poor monster's
+ my subject and he shall not suffer indignity.
+
+\5 I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to
+ hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?
+
+\11 Marry, will I kneel and repeat it; I will stand,
+ and so shall Trinculo.
+
+ \[Enter \4, invisible\]
+
+\5 As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a
+ sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.
+
+\4 Thou liest.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou.
+ I would my valiant master would destroy thee!
+ I do not lie.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by
+ this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
+
+\10 Why, I said nothing.
+
+\11 Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
+ From me he got it. if thy greatness will
+ Revenge it on him,---for I know thou darest,
+ But this thing dare not,---
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 That's most certain.
+
+\5 Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.
+
+\11 How now shall this be compassed?
+ Canst thou bring me to the party?
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,
+ Where thou mayst knock a nail into his bead.
+
+\4 Thou liest; thou canst not.
+
+\5 What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!
+ I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows
+ And take his bottle from him: when that's gone
+ He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him
+ Where the quick freshes are.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 Trinculo, run into no further danger:
+ interrupt the monster one word further, and,
+ by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o' doors
+ and make a stock-fish of thee.
+
+\10 Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off.
+
+\11 Didst thou not say he lied?
+
+\4 Thou liest.
+
+\11 Do I so? take thou that.
+
+ \[Beats \10\]
+
+ As you like this, give me the lie another time.
+
+\10 I did not give the lie. Out o' your
+ wits and bearing too? A pox o' your bottle!
+ this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on
+ your monster, and the devil take your fingers!
+
+\5 Ha, ha, ha!
+
+\11 Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther
+ off.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Beat him enough: after a little time
+ I'll beat him too. \\
+
+\11 Stand farther. Come, proceed.
+
+\5 Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him,
+ I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,
+ Having first seized his books, or with a log
+ Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
+ Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
+ First to possess his books; for without them
+ He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
+ One spirit to command: they all do hate him
+ As rootedly as I. Burn but his books.
+ He has brave utensils,---for so he calls them---
+ Which when he has a house, he'll deck withal
+ And that most deeply to consider is
+ The beauty of his daughter; he himself
+ Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
+ But only Sycorax my dam and she;
+ But she as far surpasseth Sycorax
+ As great'st does least. \\
+
+\11 Is it so brave a lass?
+
+\5 Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant.
+ And bring thee forth brave brood.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I
+ will be king and queen---save our graces!---and
+ Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou
+ like the plot, Trinculo?
+
+\10 Excellent.
+
+\11 Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but,
+ while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Within this half hour will he be asleep:
+ Wilt thou destroy him then? \\
+
+\11 Ay, on mine honour.
+
+\4 This will I tell my master.
+
+\5 Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure:
+ Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch
+ You taught me but while-ere?
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any
+ reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+ \[Sings\]
+{ \Forma\strophae{110} \Locus \textus {+3em}
+ Flout 'em and scout 'em
+ And scout 'em and flout 'em
+ Thought is free.
+}
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\5 That's not the tune.
+
+ \[Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe\]
+
+\11 What is this same?
+
+\10 This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture
+ of Nobody.
+
+\11 If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness:
+ if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list.
+
+\10 O, forgive me my sins!
+
+\11 He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy upon us!
+
+\5 Art thou afeard?
+
+\11 No, monster, not I.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
+ Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
+ Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
+ Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
+ That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
+ Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
+ The clouds methought would open and show riches
+ Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
+ I cried to dream again.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall
+ have my music for nothing.
+
+\5 When Prospero is destroyed.
+
+\11 That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
+
+\10 The sound is going away; let's follow it, and
+ after do our work.
+
+\11 Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see
+ this taborer; he lays it on.
+
+\10 Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\Scene {Another part of the island}
+
+ \(Enter \6, \8, \7, \9, \12, \13, and others\)
+
+\9 By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;
+ My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed
+ Through forth-rights and meanders! By your patience,
+ I needs must rest me. \\
+
+\6 Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
+ Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
+ To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
+ Even here I will put off my hope and keep it
+ No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd
+ Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
+ Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
+
+\7 \[aside to \8\] I am right glad that he's so out of hope.
+ Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
+ That you resolved to effect. \\
+
+\8 \[aside to \7\] The next advantage
+ Will we take throughly. \\
+
+\7 \[aside to \8\] Let it be to-night;
+ For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
+ Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
+ As when they are fresh. \\
+
+\8 \[aside to \7\] I say, to-night: no more.
+
+ \[Solemn and strange music\]
+
+\6 What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!
+
+\9 Marvellous sweet music!
+
+ \(Enter \1 above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in
+ a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and,
+ inviting the King, \&c. to eat, they depart\)
+
+\6 Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?
+
+\8 A living drollery. Now I will believe
+ That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
+ There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix
+ At this hour reigning there. \\
+
+\7 I'll believe both;
+ And what does else want credit, come to me,
+ And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did lie,
+ Though fools at home condemn 'em. \\
+
+\9 If in Naples
+ I should report this now, would they believe me?
+ If I should say, I saw such islanders---
+ For, certes, these are people of the island---
+ Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,
+ Their manners are more gentle-kind than of
+ Our human generation you shall find
+ Many, nay, almost any. \\
+
+\1 \[aside\] Honest lord,
+ Thou hast said well; for some of you there present
+ Are worse than devils. \\
+
+\6 I cannot too much muse
+ Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing,
+ Although they want the use of tongue, a kind
+ Of excellent dumb discourse. \\
+
+\1 \[aside\] Praise in departing.
+
+\13 They vanish'd strangely. \\
+
+\8 No matter, since
+ They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.
+ Will't please you taste of what is here? \\
+
+\6 Not I.
+
+\9 Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,
+ Who would believe that there were mountaineers
+ Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
+ Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
+ Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find
+ Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
+ Good warrant of. \\
+
+\6 I will stand to and feed,
+ Although my last: no matter, since I feel
+ The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,
+ Stand to and do as we. \\
+
+ \(Thunder and lightning. Enter \4, like a harpy; claps his wings upon
+ the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes\)
+
+\4 You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,
+ That hath to instrument this lower world
+ And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea
+ Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island
+ Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
+ Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
+ And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
+ Their proper selves. \\
+
+ \[\6, \8 \&c. draw their swords\]
+
+ You fools! I and my fellows
+ Are ministers of Fate: the elements,
+ Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
+ Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
+ Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
+ One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
+ Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
+ Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
+ And will not be uplifted. But remember---
+ For that's my business to you---that you three
+ From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
+ Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
+ Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
+ The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
+ Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
+ Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
+ They have bereft; and do pronounce by me:
+ Lingering perdition, worse than any death
+ Can be at once, shall step by step attend
+ You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from---
+ Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
+ Upon your heads---is nothing but heart-sorrow
+ And a clear life ensuing.
+
+ \(He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music
+ enter the Shapes again, and dance, with
+ mocks and mows, and carrying out the table\)
+
+\1 Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
+ Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
+ Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
+ In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
+ And observation strange, my meaner ministers
+ Their several kinds have done. My high charms work
+ And these mine enemies are all knit up
+ In their distractions; they now are in my power;
+ And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
+ Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,
+ And his and mine loved darling.
+
+ \[Exit above\]
+
+\9 I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you
+ In this strange stare? \\
+
+\6 O, it is monstrous, monstrous:
+ Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
+ The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,
+ That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
+ The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
+ Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and
+ I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded
+ And with him there lie mudded. \\ \[r]Exit\]
+
+\8 But one fiend at a time,
+ I'll fight their legions o'er. \\
+
+\7 I'll be thy second.
+
+ \[Exeunt \8, and \7\]
+
+\9 All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,
+ Like poison given to work a great time after,
+ Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you
+ That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly
+ And hinder them from what this ecstasy
+ May now provoke them to. \\
+
+\12 Follow, I pray you. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\Act
+\Scene {Before Prospero's cell}
+
+ \(Enter \1, \3, and \2\)
+
+\1 If I have too austerely punish'd you,
+ Your compensation makes amends, for I
+ Have given you here a third of mine own life,
+ Or that for which I live; who once again
+ I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
+ Were but my trials of thy love and thou
+ Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven,
+ I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
+ Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
+ For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise
+ And make it halt behind her. \\
+
+\3 I do believe it
+ Against an oracle.
+
+\1 Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition
+ Worthily purchased take my daughter: but
+ If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
+ All sanctimonious ceremonies may
+ With full and holy rite be minister'd,
+ No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
+ To make this contract grow: but barren hate,
+ Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew
+ The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
+ That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
+ As Hymen's lamps shall light you. \\
+
+\3 As I hope
+ For quiet days, fair issue and long life,
+ With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,
+ The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion.
+ Our worser genius can, shall never melt
+ Mine honour into lust, to take away
+ The edge of that day's celebration
+ When I shall think: or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd,
+ Or Night kept chain'd below. \\
+
+\1 Fairly spoke.
+ Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.
+ What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!
+
+ \[Enter \4\]
+
+\4 What would my potent master? here I am.
+
+\1 Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
+ Did worthily perform; and I must use you
+ In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,
+ O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
+ Incite them to quick motion; for I must
+ Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
+ Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,
+ And they expect it from me. \\
+
+\4 Presently? \\
+
+\1 Ay, with a twink.
+
+\4 \\
+ {\Locus \textus {+3em}
+ Before you can say `come' and `go,'
+ And breathe twice and cry `so, so,'
+ Each one, tripping on his toe,
+ Will be here with mop and mow.
+ Do you love me, master? no?
+}
+\1 Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
+ Till thou dost hear me call. \\
+
+\4 Well, I conceive. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\1 Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
+ Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
+ To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
+ Or else, good night your vow! \\
+
+\3 I warrant you sir;
+ The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
+ Abates the ardour of my liver. \\
+
+\1 Well.
+ Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,
+ Rather than want a spirit: appear and pertly!
+ No tongue! all eyes! be silent.
+
+\persona*[18]{Iris}
+\persona*[19]{Ceres}
+\persona*[20]{Juno}
+
+ \[Soft music. Enter \18\]
+
+{ \Facies* \textus {\RelSize{-1}}
+
+
+\18 Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
+ Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;
+ Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
+ And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
+ Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
+ Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
+ To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom -groves,
+ Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
+ Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard;
+ And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
+ Where thou thyself dost air;---the queen o' the sky,
+ Whose watery arch and messenger am I,
+ Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
+ Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
+ To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:
+ Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
+
+
+ \[Enter \19\]
+
+
+\19 Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er
+ Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
+ Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers
+ Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,
+ And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
+ My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,
+ Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
+ Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?
+
+\18 A contract of true love to celebrate;
+ And some donation freely to estate
+ On the blest lovers. \\
+
+\19 Tell me, heavenly bow,
+ If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
+ Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot
+ The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
+ Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
+ I have forsworn. \\
+
+\18 Of her society
+ Be not afraid: I met her deity
+ Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son
+ Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
+ Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
+ Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
+ Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but vain;
+ Mars's hot minion is returned again;
+ Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
+ Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows
+ And be a boy right out. \\
+
+\19 High'st queen of state,
+ Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.
+
+
+ \[Enter \20\]
+
+\20
+ How does my bounteous sister? Go with me
+ To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be
+ And honour'd in their issue.
+
+ \[They sing\]
+
+{ \Locus \textus {+2.5em}
+
+\20 Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
+ Long continuance, and increasing,
+ Hourly joys be still upon you!
+ Juno sings her blessings upon you.
+
+\19 Earth's increase, foison plenty,
+ Barns and garners never empty,
+ Vines and clustering bunches growing,
+ Plants with goodly burthen bowing;
+ Spring come to you at the farthest
+ In the very end of harvest!
+ Scarcity and want shall shun you;
+ Ceres' blessing so is on you.
+
+}
+
+}
+
+\3 This is a most majestic vision, and
+ Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold
+ To think these spirits? \\
+
+\1 Spirits, which by mine art
+ I have from their confines call'd to enact
+ My present fancies. \\
+
+\3 Let me live here ever;
+ So rare a wonder'd father and a wife
+ Makes this place Paradise. \\
+
+ \[\20 and \19 whisper, and send \18 on employment\]
+
+\1 Sweet, now, silence!
+ Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
+ There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
+ Or else our spell is marr'd.
+
+{ \Facies* \textus {\RelSize{-1}}
+
+\18 You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,
+ With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
+ Leave your crisp channels and on this green land
+ Answer your summons; Juno does command:
+ Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
+ A contract of true love; be not too late.
+
+ \[Enter certain Nymphs\]
+
+ You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
+ Come hither from the furrow and be merry:
+ Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on
+ And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
+ In country footing.
+
+ \(Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they
+ join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance;
+ towards the end whereof \1 starts
+ suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a
+ strange, hollow, and confused noise, they
+ heavily vanish\)
+
+}% \Facies \textus {\RelSize{-1}}
+
+\1 \[aside\] I had forgot that foul conspiracy
+ Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
+ Against my life: the minute of their plot
+ Is almost come. Well done! avoid; no more!
+
+\3 This is strange: your father's in some passion
+ That works him strongly. \\
+
+\2 Never till this day
+ Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
+
+\1 You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
+ As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
+ Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
+ As I foretold you, were all spirits and
+ Are melted into air, into thin air:
+ And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
+ The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
+ The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
+ Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
+ And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
+ Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
+ As dreams are made on, and our little life
+ Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
+ Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
+ Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
+ If you be pleased, retire into my cell
+ And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
+ To still my beating mind. \\
+
+
+\personae{Ferdinand \textit{and} Miranda} We wish your peace. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\1 Come with a thought I thank thee, Ariel: come.
+
+ \[Enter \4\]
+
+\4 Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? \\
+
+\1 Spirit,
+ We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
+
+\4 Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
+ I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd
+ Lest I might anger thee.
+
+\1 Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
+
+\4 I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
+ So fun of valour that they smote the air
+ For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
+ For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
+ Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;
+ At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,
+ Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses
+ As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears
+ That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through
+ Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,
+ Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them
+ I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,
+ There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
+ O'erstunk their feet. \\
+
+\1 This was well done, my bird.
+ Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
+ The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
+ For stale to catch these thieves. \\
+
+\4 I go, I go. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\1 A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
+ Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
+ Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
+ And as with age his body uglier grows,
+ So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
+ Even to roaring. \\
+
+ \[Re-enter \4, loaden with glistering apparel, \&c\]
+
+ Come, hang them on this line.
+
+ \[\1 and \4 remain invisible. Enter \5, \8, and \10, all wet\]
+
+\5 Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
+ Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 Monster, your fairy, which you say is
+ a harmless fairy, has done little better than
+ played the Jack with us.
+
+\10 Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at
+ which my nose is in great indignation.
+
+\8 So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take
+ a displeasure against you, look you,---
+
+\10 Thou wert but a lost monster.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Good my lord, give me thy favour still.
+ Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
+ Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.
+ All's hush'd as midnight yet.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\10 Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,---
+
+\8 There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that,
+ monster, but an infinite loss.
+
+\10 That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your
+ harmless fairy, monster.
+
+\8 I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears
+ for my labour.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,
+ This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.
+ Do that good mischief which may make this island
+ Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
+ For aye thy foot-licker.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
+
+\10 O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look
+ what a wardrobe here is for thee!
+
+\5 Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
+
+\10 O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.
+ O king Stephano!
+
+\8 Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have
+ that gown.
+
+\10 Thy grace shall have it.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 The dropsy drown this fool I what do you mean
+ To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone
+ And do the murder first: if he awake,
+ From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,
+ Make us strange stuff.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line,
+ is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under
+ the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your
+ hair and prove a bald jerkin.
+
+\10 Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace.
+
+\8 I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't:
+ wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this
+ country. `Steal by line and level' is an excellent
+ pass of pate; there's another garment for't.
+
+\10 Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and
+ away with the rest.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,
+ And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
+ With foreheads villanous low.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this
+ away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you
+ out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.
+
+\10 And this.
+
+\8 Ay, and this.
+
+ \(A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits,
+ in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about,
+ \1 and \4 setting them on\)
+
+\1 Hey, Mountain, hey!
+
+\4 Silver I there it goes, Silver!
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\1 Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark!
+
+ \[\5, \8, and \10, are driven out\]
+
+ Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints
+ With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews
+ With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
+ Than pard or cat o' mountain. \\
+
+\4 Hark, they roar!
+
+\1 Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
+ Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
+ Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
+ Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little
+ Follow, and do me service. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\Act
+\Scene {Before Prospero's cell}
+
+ \(Enter \1 in his magic robes, and \4\)
+
+\1 Now does my project gather to a head:
+ My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
+ Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
+
+\4 On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
+ You said our work should cease. \\
+
+\1 I did say so,
+ When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
+ How fares the king and's followers? \\
+
+\4 Confined together
+ In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
+ Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
+ In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;
+ They cannot budge till your release. The king,
+ His brother and yours, abide all three distracted
+ And the remainder mourning over them,
+ Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
+ Him that you term'd, sir, `The good old lord Gonzalo;'
+ His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
+ From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em
+ That if you now beheld them, your affections
+ Would become tender. \\
+
+\1 Dost thou think so, spirit?
+
+\4 Mine would, sir, were I human. \\
+
+\1 And mine shall.
+ Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
+ Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
+ One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
+ Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
+ Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,
+ Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
+ Do I take part: the rarer action is
+ In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
+ The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
+ Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:
+ My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
+ And they shall be themselves. \\
+
+\4 I'll fetch them, sir. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\1 Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
+ And ye that on the sands with printless foot
+ Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
+ When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
+ By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
+ Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime
+ Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
+ To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
+ Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd
+ The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
+ And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
+ Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
+ Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
+ With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
+ Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
+ The pine and cedar: graves at my command
+ Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
+ By my so potent art. But this rough magic
+ I here abjure, and, when I have required
+ Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
+ To work mine end upon their senses that
+ This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
+ Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
+ And deeper than did ever plummet sound
+ I'll drown my book.
+
+ \[Solemn music. Re-enter \4 before: then \6, with a frantic gesture,
+ attended by \9; \8 and \7 in like manner, attended by \12 and \13
+ they all enter the circle which \1 had made, and there stand charmed;
+ which \1 observing, speaks:\]
+
+ \1 A solemn air and the best comforter
+ To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,
+ Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
+ For you are spell-stopp'd.
+ Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
+ Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
+ Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,
+ And as the morning steals upon the night,
+ Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
+ Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
+ Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,
+ My true preserver, and a loyal sir
+ To him you follow'st! I will pay thy graces
+ Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
+ Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
+ Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.
+ Thou art pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
+ You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
+ Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
+ Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,
+ Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
+ Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding
+ Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
+ Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
+ That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
+ That yet looks on me, or would know me Ariel,
+ Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:
+ I will discase me, and myself present
+ As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;
+ Thou shalt ere long be free.
+
+ \[\4 sings and helps to attire him\]
+
+{ \Locus \personae {}
+\4 \\
+ \Locus \textus {+3em} \Forma \strophae {0*5{-1}*2}
+ Where the bee sucks. there suck I:
+ In a cowslip's bell I lie;
+ There I couch when owls do cry.
+ On the bat's back I do fly
+ After summer merrily.
+ Merrily, merrily shall I live now
+ Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
+}
+\1 Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee:
+ But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.
+ To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
+ There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
+ Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain
+ Being awake, enforce them to this place,
+ And presently, I prithee.
+
+\4 I drink the air before me, and return
+ Or ere your pulse twice beat. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\9 All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement
+ Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us
+ Out of this fearful country! \\
+
+\1 Behold, sir king,
+ The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:
+ For more assurance that a living prince
+ Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
+ And to thee and thy company I bid
+ A hearty welcome. \\
+
+\6 Whether thou best he or no,
+ Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
+ As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
+ Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
+ The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
+ I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,
+ An if this be at all, a most strange story.
+ Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat
+ Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero
+ Be living and be here? \\
+
+\1 First, noble friend,
+ Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
+ Be measured or confined. \\
+
+\9 Whether this be
+ Or be not, I'll not swear. \\
+
+\1 You do yet taste
+ Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
+ Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!
+ \[aside to \8 and \7\]
+ But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
+ I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you
+ And justify you traitors: at this time
+ I will tell no tales. \\
+
+\8 \[aside\] The devil speaks in him. \\
+
+\1 No.
+ For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
+ Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
+ Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
+ My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
+ Thou must restore. \\
+
+\6 If thou be'st Prospero,
+ Give us particulars of thy preservation;
+ How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
+ Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost---
+ How sharp the point of this remembrance is!---
+ My dear son Ferdinand. \\
+
+\1 I am woe for't, sir.
+
+\6 Irreparable is the loss, and patience
+ Says it is past her cure. \\
+
+\1 I rather think
+ You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
+ For the like loss I have her sovereign aid
+ And rest myself content. \\
+
+\6 You the like loss!
+
+\1 As great to me as late; and, supportable
+ To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
+ Than you may call to comfort you, for I
+ Have lost my daughter. \\
+
+\6 A daughter?
+ O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,
+ The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
+ Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
+ Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
+
+\1 In this last tempest. I perceive these lords
+ At this encounter do so much admire
+ That they devour their reason and scarce think
+ Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
+ Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
+ Been justled from your senses, know for certain
+ That I am Prospero and that very duke
+ Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely
+ Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,
+ To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
+ For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
+ Not a relation for a breakfast nor
+ Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
+ This cell's my court: here have I few attendants
+ And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
+ My dukedom since you have given me again,
+ I will requite you with as good a thing;
+ At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
+ As much as me my dukedom.
+
+ \[Here \1 discovers \3 and \2
+ \ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{penguin}}{\\}{}
+ playing at chess\]
+
+\2 Sweet lord, you play me false. \\
+
+\3 No, my dear'st love,
+ I would not for the world.
+
+\2 Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,
+ And I would call it, fair play. \\
+
+\6 If this prove
+ A vision of the Island, one dear son
+ Shall I twice lose. \\
+
+\8 A most high miracle!
+
+\3 Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;
+ I have cursed them without cause. \\
+ \[Kneels\]
+
+\6 Now all the blessings
+ Of a glad father compass thee about!
+ Arise, and say how thou camest here. \\
+
+\2 O, wonder!
+ How many goodly creatures are there here!
+ How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
+ That has such people in't! \\
+
+\1 'Tis new to thee.
+
+\6 What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?
+ Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
+ Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
+ And brought us thus together? \\
+
+\3 Sir, she is mortal;
+ But by immortal Providence she's mine:
+ I chose her when I could not ask my father
+ For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
+ Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
+ Of whom so often I have heard renown,
+ But never saw before; of whom I have
+ Received a second life; and second father
+ This lady makes him to me. \\
+
+\6 I am hers:
+ But, O, how oddly will it sound that I
+ Must ask my child forgiveness! \\
+
+\1 There, sir, stop:
+ Let us not burthen our remembrance with
+ A heaviness that's gone. \\
+
+\9 I have inly wept,
+ Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you god,
+ And on this couple drop a blessed crown!
+ For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way
+ Which brought us hither. \\
+
+\6 I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
+
+\9 Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
+ Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
+ Beyond a common joy, and set it down
+ With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage
+ Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,
+ And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
+ Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom
+ In a poor isle and all of us ourselves
+ When no man was his own. \\
+
+\6 \[To \3 and \2\]
+ Give me your hands:
+ Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
+ That doth not wish you joy! \\
+
+\9 Be it so! Amen!
+
+ \[Re-enter \4, with the \01 and \02 amazedly following\]
+
+ O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us:
+ I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
+ This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,
+ That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
+ Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
+
+\02 The best news is, that we have safely found
+ Our king and company; the next, our ship---
+ Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split---
+ Is tight and yare and bravely rigg'd as when
+ We first put out to sea.
+
+\4 \[aside to \1\] Sir, all this service
+ Have I done since I went. \\
+
+\1 \[aside to \4\] My tricksy spirit!
+
+\6 These are not natural events; they strengthen
+ From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?
+
+\02 If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
+ I'ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,
+ And---how we know not---all clapp'd under hatches;
+ Where but even now with strange and several noises
+ Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
+ And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
+ We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;
+ Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
+ Our royal, good and gallant ship, our master
+ Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
+ Even in a dream, were we divided from them
+ And were brought moping hither. \\
+
+\4 \[aside to \1\] Was't well done?
+
+\1 \[aside to \4\] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.
+
+\6 This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod
+ And there is in this business more than nature
+ Was ever conduct of: some oracle
+ Must rectify our knowledge. \\
+
+\1 Sir, my liege,
+ Do not infest your mind with beating on
+ The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure
+ Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,
+ Which to you shall seem probable, of every
+ These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful
+ And think of each thing well. \[aside to \4\] Come hither, spirit:
+ Set Caliban and his companions free;
+ Untie the spell. \\ \[r]Exit \4\]
+ How fares my gracious sir?
+ There are yet missing of your company
+ Some few odd lads that you remember not.
+
+ \[Re-enter \4, driving in \5, \11 and \10, in their stolen apparel\]
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 Every man shift for all the rest, and
+ let no man take care for himself; for all is
+ but fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!
+
+\10 If these be true spies which I wear in my head,
+ here's a goodly sight.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!
+ How fine my master is! I am afraid
+ He will chastise me. \\
+
+\8 Ha, ha!
+ What things are these, my lord Antonio?
+ Will money buy 'em? \\
+
+\7 Very like; one of them
+ Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
+
+\1 Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
+ Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,
+ His mother was a witch, and one so strong
+ That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
+ And deal in her command without her power.
+ These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil---
+ For he's a bastard one---had plotted with them
+ To take my life. Two of these fellows you
+ Must know and own; this thing of darkness!
+ Acknowledge mine. \\
+
+\5 I shall be pinch'd to death.
+
+\6 Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
+
+\8 He is drunk now: where had he wine?
+
+\6 And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
+ Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?
+ How camest thou in this pickle?
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\10 I have been in such a pickle since I
+ saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of
+ my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.
+
+\8 Why, how now, Stephano!
+
+\11 O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\1 You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?
+
+\11 I should have been a sore one then.
+
+\6 This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.
+
+ \[Pointing to Caliban\]
+
+\1 He is as disproportion'd in his manners
+ As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
+ Take with you your companions; as you look
+ To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
+
+\5 Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter
+ And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
+ Was I, to take this drunkard for a god
+ And worship this dull fool! \\
+
+\1 Go to; away!
+
+\6 Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
+
+\8 Or stole it, rather.
+
+ \[Exeunt \5, \11, and \10\]
+
+\1 Sir, I invite your highness and your train
+ To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
+ For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste
+ With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
+ Go quick away; the story of my life
+ And the particular accidents gone by
+ Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
+ I'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples,
+ Where I have hope to see the nuptial
+ Of these our dear-beloved solemnized;
+ And thence retire me to my Milan, where
+ Every third thought shall be my grave. \\
+
+\6 I long
+ To hear the story of your life, which must
+ Take the ear strangely. \\
+
+\1 I'll deliver all;
+ And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
+ And sail so expeditious that shall catch
+ Your royal fleet far off. --- My Ariel, chick,
+ That is thy charge: then to the elements
+ Be free, and fare thou well! --- Please you, draw near.
+
+ \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+
+ \Facies \titulus {\textsc{\MakeLowercase{#1}}}
+ \SpatiumSupra {1\baselineskip}
+ \SpatiumInfra {.5\baselineskip}
+ \titulus {epilogue}
+ \numerus{1}
+
+
+ \( Spoken by \1\)
+
+ \00 Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
+ And what strength I have's mine own,
+ Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
+ I must be here confined by you,
+ Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
+ Since I have my dukedom got
+ And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
+ In this bare island by your spell;
+ But release me from my bands
+ With the help of your good hands:
+ Gentle breath of yours my sails
+ Must fill, or else my project fails,
+ Which was to please. Now I want
+ Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
+ And my ending is despair,
+ Unless I be relieved by prayer,
+ Which pierces so that it assaults
+ Mercy itself and frees all faults.
+ As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
+ Let your indulgence set me free. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\endVersus
+\endDrama
+
+\BackMatter {The Tempest}
+
+\chapter {Commentary}
+
+\lorem [33524]
+
+\chapter {An account of the text}
+
+\lorem [23142]
+
+\chapter {The music}
+
+\lorem [4312]
+
+\end{document}
diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/typeset.bat b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/typeset.bat
new file mode 100644
index 0000000000..d322f20fc1
--- /dev/null
+++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/typeset.bat
@@ -0,0 +1,20 @@
+@echo off
+rem A simple batch file for Windows XP and MiKTeX
+if "%1" == "-p" goto pdf
+set name=%~n1
+set pgm=latex
+goto start
+:pdf
+set name=%~n2
+set pgm=pdflatex
+:start
+if exist %name%.aux del /q %name%.aux > nul
+if exist %name%.auy del /q %name%.auy > nul
+if exist %name%.idy del /q %name%.idy > nul
+:loop
+if exist %name%.rpt del /q %name%.rpt > nul
+setlocal
+set TEXMFMAIN=c:\MiKTeX
+c:\MiKTeX\miktex\bin\%pgm% %name%.tex
+endlocal
+if exist %name%.rpt goto loop
diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/typeset.sh b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/typeset.sh
new file mode 100644
index 0000000000..220fcd414d
--- /dev/null
+++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/typeset.sh
@@ -0,0 +1,33 @@
+# A simple script for Bash
+getopts "p" opt
+if [[ $opt == '?' ]]; then
+ tex_format=latex
+ ext=dvi
+ name=$1
+else
+ tex_format=pdflatex
+ ext=pdf
+ name=$2
+fi
+name=$(basename $name .tex)
+if [[ -f $name.$ext ]]; then
+ rm $name.$ext
+fi
+if [[ -f $name.aux ]]; then
+ rm $name.aux
+fi
+if [[ -f $name.auy ]]; then
+ rm $name.auy
+fi
+if [[ -f $name.idy ]]; then
+ rm $name.idy
+fi
+while true; do
+ if [[ -f $name.rpt ]]; then
+ rm $name.rpt
+ fi
+ $tex_format $name
+ if [[ ! -f $name.rpt ]]; then
+ break
+ fi
+done
diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/typeseta.bat b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/typeseta.bat
new file mode 100644
index 0000000000..333cfe5481
--- /dev/null
+++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/typeseta.bat
@@ -0,0 +1,31 @@
+@echo off
+call typeset %1 aminta.tex # Italian
+call typeset %1 antocleo.tex
+call typeset %1 barbier.tex # French
+call typeset %1 caesar.tex # Latin
+call typeset %1 carmina.tex # Latin
+call typeset %1 cyrano.tex # French
+call typeset %1 dcarlos.tex # German
+call typeset %1 earnest.tex
+call typeset %1 faust.tex # German
+call typeset %1 fleurs.tex # French
+call typeset %1 foscolo.tex # Italian
+call typeset %1 hamlet.tex
+call typeset %1 harold.tex
+call typeset %1 juancruz.tex # Spanish
+call typeset %1 lavida.tex # Spanish
+call typeset %1 leaves.tex
+call typeset %1 mariner.tex
+call typeset %1 metapoet.tex
+call typeset %1 paradise.tex
+call typeset %1 phedre.tex # French
+call typeset %1 plato.tex # Greek
+call typeset %1 polizian.tex # Italian
+call typeset %1 pythian7.tex # Greek
+call typeset %1 septem.tex # Greek
+call typeset %1 sonnets.tex
+call typeset %1 stoops.tex
+call typeset %1 tempest.tex
+call typeset %1 woyzeck.tex # German
+call typeset %1 lgs.tex
+
diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/typeseta.sh b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/typeseta.sh
new file mode 100644
index 0000000000..e73ede1077
--- /dev/null
+++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/typeseta.sh
@@ -0,0 +1,61 @@
+set -e
+./typeset.sh $1 aminta.tex # Italian
+./typeset.sh $1 antocleo.tex
+./typeset.sh $1 barbier.tex # French
+./typeset.sh $1 caesar.tex # Latin
+./typeset.sh $1 carmina.tex # Latin
+./typeset.sh $1 cyrano.tex # French
+./typeset.sh $1 dcarlos.tex # German
+./typeset.sh $1 earnest.tex
+./typeset.sh $1 faust.tex # German
+./typeset.sh $1 fleurs.tex # French
+./typeset.sh $1 foscolo.tex # Italian
+./typeset.sh $1 hamlet.tex
+./typeset.sh $1 harold.tex
+./typeset.sh $1 juancruz.tex # Spanish
+./typeset.sh $1 lavida.tex # Spanish
+./typeset.sh $1 leaves.tex
+./typeset.sh $1 mariner.tex
+./typeset.sh $1 metapoet.tex
+./typeset.sh $1 paradise.tex
+./typeset.sh $1 phedre.tex # French
+./typeset.sh $1 plato.tex # Greek
+./typeset.sh $1 polizian.tex # Italian
+./typeset.sh $1 pythian7.tex # Greek
+./typeset.sh $1 septem.tex # Greek
+./typeset.sh $1 sonnets.tex
+./typeset.sh $1 stoops.tex
+./typeset.sh $1 tempest.tex
+./typeset.sh $1 woyzeck.tex # German
+./typeset.sh $1 lgs.tex
+wc aminta.tex \
+ antocleo.tex \
+ barbier.tex \
+ caesar.tex \
+ carmina.tex \
+ cyrano.tex \
+ dcarlos.tex \
+ earnest.tex \
+ faust.tex \
+ fleurs.tex \
+ foscolo.tex \
+ hamlet.tex \
+ harold.tex \
+ juancruz.tex \
+ lavida.tex \
+ leaves.tex \
+ mariner.tex \
+ metapoet.tex \
+ paradise.tex \
+ phedre.tex \
+ plato.tex \
+ polizian.tex \
+ pythian7.tex \
+ septem.tex \
+ sonnets.tex \
+ stoops.tex \
+ tempest.tex \
+ woyzeck.tex \
+ lgs.tex
+echo
+echo Elapsed time: $SECONDS seconds
diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/woyzeck.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/woyzeck.tex
new file mode 100644
index 0000000000..d657d881a4
--- /dev/null
+++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/woyzeck.tex
@@ -0,0 +1,1211 @@
+\documentclass{book}
+\usepackage[latin1]{inputenc}
+\usepackage[german]{babel}[2005/05/21 v3.8g]
+\usepackage[pagestyles,outermarks,clearempty]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6]
+\usepackage[repeat]{drama}
+\usepackage{poetry}
+\usepackage{example}
+
+\TextHeight {6in}
+\TextWidth {5in}
+
+\parskip 0pt
+
+\newpagestyle {maintext} {\setfoot {}{\thepage}{}}
+
+\newlength {\Einrueckung}
+\setlength {\Einrueckung} {9pc}
+
+\Forma \personae {\hangafter = 1 \hangindent = \Einrueckung \rangedleft}
+\Modus {\rangedright {\Einrueckung}}
+\Facies {\textsc{\MakeLowercase{#1}:\kern .5em}\\#1}
+\SpatiumSupra {0ex plus 1pt}
+
+\Facies \[ {\textit{\ifthenelse {\isopt d} {}{(}%
+ #1\relax
+ \ifthenelse {\isopt d}{}{\/)}%
+ }%
+ }
+\Forma {\leftskip = \Einrueckung \rangedleft}
+\SpatiumSupra {0ex plus .2ex}
+\SpatiumInfra {0ex plus .2ex}
+\SpatiumAnte {.33em plus .22em minus .11em}
+\SpatiumPost {.33em plus .22em minus .11em}
+
+\Facies \( {\itshape\RelSize{1}}
+\Forma {\leftskip = \Einrueckung \rangedleft}
+\SpatiumSupra {1.5\leading plus .75\leading minus .25\leading
+ \penalty (.15)}
+\SpatiumInfra {.25\leading plus .125\leading \penalty 10000}
+
+%
+% \begin{lied} MUST be preceded by \par (or a blank line).
+%
+
+\newenvironment {Lied}
+ {\Locus \textus {+ 5em}\Versus}
+ {\endVersus}
+
+\begin{document}
+
+\ExampleTitle [d]{GEORG B\"UCHNER}{\LetterSpace{Woyzeck}}
+ {some editions of modern plays (for instance,\\
+ those published by \textit{Faber and Faber}).}
+
+\Drama
+
+\persona*[1]{Woyzeck}
+\persona*[2]{Marie}
+\persona*[3]{Hauptmann}
+\persona*[4]{Doktor}
+\persona*[5]{Tambourmajor}
+\persona*[6]{Unteroffizier}
+\persona*[7]{Andres}
+\persona*[8]{Margret}
+
+\pagenumbering{arabic}
+\pagestyle {maintext}
+
+\(Beim Hauptmann\)
+\[\3 auf dem Stuhl, \1 rasiert ihn.\]
+
+\3 Langsam, Woyzeck, langsam; eins nach dem andern! Er macht
+mir ganz schwindlig. Was soll ich dann mit den 10~Minuten anfangen,
+die Er heut zu früh fertig wird? Woyzeck, bedenk Er, Er hat noch seine
+schönen dreißig Jahr zu leben, dreißig Jahr! Macht dreihundertsechzig
+Monate! und Tage! Stunden! Minuten! Was will Er denn mit der
+ungeheuren Zeit all anfangen? Teil Er sich ein, Woyzeck!
+
+\1 Jawohl, Herr Hauptmann.
+
+\3 Es wird mir ganz angst um die Welt, wenn ich an die
+Ewigkeit denke. Beschäftigung, Woyzeck, Beschäftigung! Ewig: das ist
+ewig, das ist ewig---das siehst du ein; nur ist es aber wieder nicht
+ewig, und das ist ein Augenblick, ja ein Augenblick---Woyzeck, es
+schaudert mich, wenn ich denke, daß sich die Welt in einem Tag
+herumdreht. Was 'n Zeitverschwendung! Wo soll das hinaus? Woyzeck, ich
+kann kein Mühlrad mehr sehen, oder ich werd melancholisch.
+
+\1 Jawohl, Herr Hauptmann.
+
+\3 Woyzeck, Er sieht immer so verhetzt aus! Ein guter Mensch
+tut das nicht, ein guter Mensch, der sein gutes Gewissen hat.---Red er
+doch was Woyzeck! Was ist heut für Wetter?
+
+\1 Schlimm, Herr Hauptmann, schlimm: Wind!
+
+\3 Ich spür's schon. 's ist so was Geschwindes draußen: so ein
+Wind macht mir den Effekt wie eine Maus.---\[Pfiffig\] Ich glaub', wir
+haben so was aus Süd-Nord?
+
+\1 Jawohl, Herr Hauptmann.
+
+\3 Ha, ha ha! Süd-Nord! Ha, ha, ha! Oh, Er ist dumm, ganz
+abscheulich dumm!---\[Gerührt\] Woyzeck, Er ist ein guter Mensch
+---aber---\[Mit Würde\] Woyzeck, Er hat keine Moral! Moral, das ist,
+wenn man moralisch ist, versteht Er. Es ist ein gutes Wort. Er hat ein
+Kind ohne den Segen der Kirche, wie unser hocherwürdiger Herr
+Garnisionsprediger sagt---ohne den Segen der Kirche, es ist ist nicht
+von mir.
+
+\1 Herr Hauptmann, der liebe Gott wird den armen Wurm nicht drum
+ansehen, ob das Amen drüber gesagt ist, eh er gemacht wurde. Der Herr
+sprach: Lasset die Kleinen zu mir kommen.
+
+\3 Was sagt Er da? Was ist das für eine kuriose Antwort? Er
+macht mich ganz konfus mit seiner Antwort. Wenn ich sag': Er, so mein'
+ich Ihn, Ihn -
+
+\1 Wir arme Leut---Sehn Sie, Herr Hauptmann: Geld, Geld! Wer
+kein Geld hat---Da setz einmal eines seinesgleichen auf die Moral
+in der Welt! Man hat auch sein Fleisch und Blut. Unsereins ist doch
+einmal unselig in der und der andern Welt. Ich glaub', wenn wir in
+Himmel kämen, so müßten wir donnern helfen.
+
+\3 Woyzeck, Er hat keine Tugend! Er ist kein tugendhafter
+Mensch! Fleisch und Blut? Wenn ich am Fenster lieg', wenn's geregnet
+hat, und den weißen Strümpfen nachseh', wie sie über die Gassen
+springen---verdammt, Woyzeck, da kommt mir die Liebe! Ich hab' auch
+Fleisch und Blut. Aber, Woyzeck, die Tugend! Die Tugend! Wie sollte
+ich dann die Zeit rumbringen? Ich sag' mir immer: du bist ein
+tugendhafter Mensch---\[gerührt\] -, ein guter Mensch, ein guter
+Mensch.
+
+\1 Ja, Herr Hauptmann, die Tugend---ich hab's noch nit so aus.
+Sehn Sie: wir gemeine Leut, das hat keine Tugend, es kommt nur so die
+Natur; aber wenn ich ein Herr wär und hätt' ein' Hut und eine Uhr und
+eine Anglaise und könnt' vornehm rede, ich wollt' schon tugendhaft
+sein. Es muß was Schönes sein um die Tugend, Herr Hauptmann. Aber ich
+bin ein armer Kerl!
+
+\3 Gut, Woyzeck. Du bist ein guter Mensch, ein guter Mensch.
+Aber du denkst zuviel, das zehrt; du siehst immer so verhetzt aus. -
+Der Diskurs hat mich ganz angegriffen. Geh jetzt, und renn nicht so;
+langsam, hübsch langsam die Straße hinunter!
+
+
+
+\(Freies Feld, die Stadt in der Ferne\)
+
+\[\1 und \7 schneiden Stecken im Gebüsch. \7 pfeift.\]
+
+\1 Ja, Andres, der Platz ist verflucht. Siehst Du den lichten
+Streif da über das Gras hin, wo die Schwämme so nachwachsen? Da rollt
+abends der Kopf. Es hob ihn einmal einer auf, er meint', es wär ein
+Igel: drei Tag und drei Nächt, er lag auf den Hobelspänen.---\[Leise\]
+Andres, das waren die Freimaurer! Ich hab's, die Freimaurer!
+
+\begin{Lied}
+\7\[singt\] \\
+ Saßen dort zwei Hasen,
+ fraßen ab das grüne, grüne Gras...
+\end{Lied}
+
+\1 Still: Hörst du's, Andres? Hörst du's? Es geht was!
+
+\begin{Lied}
+\7 \\
+ Fraßen ab das grüne, grüne Gras...
+ bis auf den grünen Rasen.
+\end{Lied}
+
+\1 Es geht hinter mir, unter mir.---\[Stampft auf den Boden\]
+Hohl, hörst Du? Alles hohl da unten! Die Freimaurer!
+
+\7 Ich fürcht' mich.
+
+\1 's ist so kurios still. Man möcht' den Atem halten.---Andres!
+
+\7 Was?
+
+\1 Red was!---\[Starrt in die Gegend\]---Andres, wie hell! Über
+der Stadt is alles Glut! Ein Feuer fährt um den Himmel und ein Getös
+herunter wie Posaunen. Wie's heraufzieht!---Fort! Sieh nicht hinter
+dich!---\[Reißt ihn ins Gebüsch\]
+
+\7 \[nach einer Pause\] Woyzeck, hörst du's noch?
+
+\1 Still, alles still, als wär' die Welt tot.
+
+\7 Hörst du? Sie trommeln drin. Wir müssen fort!
+
+
+
+\(Die Stadt\)
+
+\[\2 mit ihrem Kind am Fenster. \8. Der Zapfenstreich geht
+vorbei, der Tambourmajor voran.\]
+
+\2 \[das Kind wippend auf dem Arm\] He, Bub! Sa ra ra ra! Hörst? Da
+kommen Sie!
+
+\8 Was ein Mann, wie ein Baum!
+
+\2 Er steht auf seinen Füßen wie ein Löw.
+
+\[Tambourmajor grüßt\]
+
+\8 Ei, was freundliche Auge, Frau Nachbarin! So was is man an
+ihr nit gewöhnt.
+
+\2 \[singt\] Soldaten, das sind schöne Bursch ...
+
+\8 Ihre Auge glänze ja noch -
+
+\2 Und wenn! Trag Sie Ihr Aug zum Jud, und laß Sie sie putze;
+vielleicht glänze sie noch, daß man sie für zwei Knöpfe verkaufen
+könnt.
+
+\8 Was, Sie? Sie? Frau Jungfer! Ich bin eine honette Person,
+aber Sie, es weiß jeder, Sie guckt sieben Paar lederne Hose durch!
+
+\2 Luder!---\[Schlägt das Fenster durch\]---Komm, mei Bub! Was die
+Leute wolle. Bist doch nur ein arm Hurenkind und machst deiner Mutter
+Freud mit deim unehrlichen Gesicht! Sa! sa!---\[Singt\]
+
+\begin{Lied}
+ Mädel, was fangst Du jetzt an?
+ Hast ein klein Kind und kein' Mann!
+ Ei, was frag' ich danach?
+ Sing' ich die ganze Nacht
+ heio, popeio, mei Bu, juchhe!
+ Gibt mir kein Mensch nix dazu.
+\end{Lied}
+
+\[Es klopft am Fenster\]
+
+\2 Wer da? Bist du's, Franz? Komm herein!
+
+\1 Kann nit. Muß zum Verles'.
+
+\2 Hast du Stecken geschnitten für den Hauptmann?
+
+\1 Ja, Marie.
+
+\2 Was hast du, Franz? Du siehst so verstört.
+
+\1 \[geheimnisvoll\] Marie, es war wieder was, viel---steht nicht
+geschrieben: Und sie, da ging ein Rauch vom Land, wie der Rauch vom
+Ofen?
+
+\2 Mann!
+
+\1 Es ist hinter mir hergangen bis vor die Stadt. Etwas, was
+wir nicht fassen, begreifen, was uns von Sinnen bringt. Was soll das
+werden?
+
+\2 Franz!
+
+\1 Ich muß fort.---Heut abend auf die Meß! Ich hab wieder
+gespart.---\[Er geht\]
+
+\2 Der Mann! So vergeistert. Er hat sein Kind nicht angesehn!
+Er schnappt noch über mit den Gedanken!---Was bist so still, Bub?
+Furchtest dich? Es wird so dunkel; man meint, man wär' blind. Sonst
+scheint als die Latern herein. Ich halt's nit aus; es schauert mich! -
+\[Geht ab\]
+
+
+\(Buden. Lichter. Volk\)
+
+\persona{alter mann} \[singt und Kind tanzt zum Leierkasten\]
+
+\begin{Lied}
+ Auf der Welt ist kein Bestand,
+ Wir müssen alle sterben,
+ das ist uns wohlbekannt.
+\end{Lied}
+
+\1 Hei, Hopsa's!---Armer Mann, alter Mann! Armes Kind, junges
+Kind! Sorgen und Feste!
+
+\2 Mensch, sind noch die Narrn von Verstande, dann ist man selbst
+ein Narr.---Komische Welt! Schöne Welt!
+
+\[Beide gehn weiter zum Marktschreier\]
+
+\persona{marktschreier} \[vor seiner Bude mit seiner Frau in Hosen und einem
+kostümierten Affen\] Meine Herren, meine Herren! Sehn Sie die Kreatur,
+wie sie Gott gemacht: nix, gar nix. Sehn Sie jetzt die Kunst: geht
+aufrecht, hat Rock und Hosen, hat ein' Säbel! Der Aff ist Soldat; s'
+ist noch nicht viel, unterste Stuf von menschliche Geschlecht. Ho!
+Mach Kompliment! So---bist Baron. Gib Kuß!---\[Er trompetet\] Wicht ist
+musikalisch.---Meine Herren, hier ist zu sehen das astronomische Pferd
+und die kleine Kanaillevögele. Sind Favorit von alle gekrönte Häupter
+Europas, verkündigen den Leuten alles: wie alt, wieviel Kinder, was
+für Krankheit. Die Repräsentationen anfangen! Es wird sogleich sein
+Commencement von Commencement.
+
+\1 Willst Du?
+
+\2 Meinetwegen. Das muß schön Ding sein. Was der Mensch Quasten
+hat! Und die Frau Hosen!
+
+\[Beide gehn in die Bude\]
+
+\5 Halt, jetzt! Siehst du sie! Was ein Weibsbild!
+
+\6 Teufel! Zum Fortpflanzen von Kürassierregimentern!
+
+\5 Und zur Zucht von Tambourmajors!
+
+\6 Wie sie den Kopf trägt! Man meint, das schwarze Haar
+müßt' sie abwärts ziehn wie ein Gewicht. Und Augen -
+
+\5 Als ob man in ein' Ziehbrunnen oder zu einem Schornstein
+hinunter guckt. Fort, hintendrein! -
+
+
+
+\(Das Innere der hellerleuchteten Bude\)
+
+\2 Was Licht!
+
+\1 Ja, Marie, schwarze Katzen mit feurigen Augen. Hei, was ein
+Abend!
+
+\persona{budenbesitzer} \[ein Pferd vorführend\] Zeig dein Talent! Zeig deine
+viehische Vernünftigkeit! Beschäme die menschliche Sozietät! Meine
+Herren, dies Tier, was Sie da sehn, Schwanz am Leib, auf seine vier
+Hufe, ist Mitglied von alle gelehrt Sozietät, ist Professor an unsre
+Universität, wo die Studente bei ihm reiten und schlagen lernen. -
+Das war einfacher Verstand. Denk jetzt mit der doppelten Raison! Was
+machst du, wann du mit der doppelten Raison denkst? Ist unter der
+gelehrten Société da ein Esel?---\[Der Gaul schüttelt den Kopf\]---Sehn
+Sie jetzt die doppelte Raison? Das ist Viehsionomik. Ja, das ist kein
+viehdummes Individuum, das ist ein Person, ein Mensch, ein tierischer
+Mensch---und doch ein Vieh, ein Bête.---\[Das Pferd führt sich
+ungebührlich auf\]---So, beschäme die Société. Sehn Sie, das Vieh ist
+noch Natur, unideale Natur! Lernen Sie bei ihm! Fragen Sie den Arzt,
+es ist sonst höchst schädlich! Das hat geheißen: Mensch, sei
+natürlich! Du bist geschaffen aus Staub, Sand, Dreck. Willst du mehr
+sein als Staub, Sand, Dreck?---Sehn Sie, was Vernunft: es kann rechnen
+und kann doch nit an den Fingern herzählen. Warum? Kann sich nur nit
+ausdrücken, nur nit explizieren, ist ein verwandelter Mensch. Sag den
+Herren, wieviel Uhr ist es! Wer von den Herren und Damen hat ein Uhr?
+ein Uhr?
+
+\6 Eine Uhr?---\[Zieht großartig und gemessen eine Uhr aus
+der Tasche\] Da, mein Herr!
+
+\2 Das muß ich sehn.---\[Sie klettert auf den ersten Platz;
+Unteroffizier hilft ihr\]
+
+\5 Das ist ein Weibsbild.
+
+
+
+\(Mariens Kammer\)
+
+\2 \[sitzt, ihr Kind auf dem Schoß, ein Stückchen Spiegel in
+der Hand\] Der andre hat ihm befohlen, und er hat gehen müssen!---
+\[Bespiegelt sich\] Was die Steine glänzen! Was sind's für? Was hat
+er gesagt?---Schlaf, Bub! Drück die Augen zu, fest!---\[Das Kind
+versteckt die Augen hinter den Händen\]---Noch fester! Bleib so---
+still, oder er holt dich!---\[Singt\]
+
+\begin{Lied}
+ Mädel, mach's Ladel zu
+ 's kommt e Zigeunerbu,
+ führt dich an deiner Hand
+ fort ins Zigeunerland.
+\end{Lied}
+
+\[ae]Spiegelt sich wieder\]---'s ist gewiß Gold! Wie wird mir's beim
+---'s ist gewiß Gold! Wie wird mir's beim
+Tanzen stehen? Unsereins hat nur ein Eckchen in der Welt und ein Stück
+Spiegel, und doch hab ich ein' so roten Mund als die großen Madamen
+mit ihrem Spiegeln von oben bis unten und ihren schönen Herrn, die
+ihnen die Händ küssen. Ich bin nur ein arm Weibsbild!---\[Das Kind
+richtet sich auf\]---Still, Bub, die Augen zu! Das Schlafengelchen!
+Wie's an der Wand läuft.---\[Sie blinkt ihm mit dem Glas\] Die Auge
+zu, oder es sieht dir hinein, daß du blind wirst!
+
+\[\1 tritt herein, hinter sie. Sie fährt auf, mit den Händen nach
+den Ohren\]
+
+\1 Was hast du?
+
+\2 Nix.
+
+\1 Unter deinen Fingern glänzt's ja.
+
+\2 Ein Ohrringlein; hab's gefunden.
+
+\1 Ich hab' so noch nix gefunden, zwei auf einmal!
+
+\2 Bin ich ein Mensch?
+
+\1 's ist gut, Marie.---Was der Bub schläft! Greif ihm unters
+Ärmchen, der Stuhl drückt ihn. Die hellen Tropfen stehn ihm auf der
+Stirn; alles Arbeit unter der Sonn, sogar Schweiß im Schlaf. Wir
+arme Leut!---Da ist wieder Geld, Marie; die Löhnung und was von meim
+Hauptmann.
+
+\2 Gott vergelt's, Franz.
+
+\1 Ich muß fort. Heut abend, Marie! Adies!
+
+\2 \[allein, nach einer Pause\] Ich bin doch ein schlechter Mensch!
+Ich könnt' mich erstechen.---Ach, was Welt! Geht doch alle zum Teufel,
+Mann und Weib! Vorige Seite Nächste Seite
+
+
+
+\(Beim Doktor\)
+
+\[\1, \4.\]
+
+\4 Was erleb' ich, Woyzeck? Ein Mann von Wort!
+
+\1 Was denn, Herr Doktor?
+
+\4 Ich hab's gesehn, Woyzeck; er hat auf die Straß gepißt, an
+die Wand gepißt, wie ein Hund.---Und doch drei Groschen täglich und
+die Kost! Woyzeck, das ist schlecht; die Welt wird schlecht, sehr
+schlecht!
+
+\1 Aber, Herr Doktor, wenn einem die Natur kommt.
+
+\4 Die Natur kommt, die Natur kommt! Die Natur! Hab' ich nicht
+nachgewiesen, daß der Musculus constrictor vesicae dem Willen
+unterworfen ist? Die Natur! Woyzeck, der Mensch ist frei, in dem
+Menschen verklärt sich die Individualität zur Freiheit.---Den Harn
+nicht halten können!---\[Schüttelt den Kopf, legt die Hände auf den
+Rücken und geht auf und ab\]---Hat Er schon seine Erbsen gegessen,
+Woyzeck? Nichts als Erbsen, cruciferae, merk Er sich's! Es gibt eine
+Revolution in der Wissenschaft, ich sprenge sie in die Luft. Harnstoff
+0,10, salzsaures Ammonium, Hyperoxydul---Woyzeck, muß Er nicht wieder
+pissen? Geh Er einmal hinein und probier Er's!
+
+\1 Ich kann nit, Herr Doktor.
+
+\4 \[mit Affekt\] Aber an die Wand pissen! Ich hab's schriftlich,
+den Akkord in der Hand!---Ich hab's gesehen, mit diesen Augen
+gesehen; ich steckt' grade die Nase zum Fenster hinaus und ließ die
+Sonnenstrahlen hineinfallen, um das Niesen zu beobachten.---\[Tritt auf
+ihn los\] Nein, Woyzeck, ich ärgre mich nicht; Ärger ist ungesund, ist
+unwissenschaftlich. Ich bin ruhig, ganz ruhig; mein Puls hat
+seine gewöhnlichen sechzig, und ich sag's Ihm mit der größten
+Kaltblütigkeit. Behüte, wer wird sich über einen Menschen ärgern,
+ein' Mensch! Wenn es noch ein Proteus wäre, der einem krepiert! Aber,
+Woyzeck, Er hätte nicht an die Wand pissen sollen -
+
+\1 Sehn Sie, Herr Doktor, manchmal hat einer so 'en Charakter,
+so 'ne Struktur.---Aber mit der Natur ist's was anders, sehn Sie; mit
+der Natur -- \[er kracht mit den Fingern\] --, das is so was, wie soll ich
+sagen, zum Beispiel~...
+
+\4 Woyzeck, Er philosophiert wieder.
+
+\1 \[vertraulich\] Herr Doktor, haben Sie schon was von der
+doppelten Natur gesehn? Wenn die Sonn in Mattag steht und es ist, als
+ging' die Welt in Feuer auf, hat schon eine fürchterliche Stimme zu
+mir geredt!
+
+\4 Woyzeck, Er hat eine Aberratio.
+
+\1 \[legt den Finger auf die Nase\] Die Schwämme, Herr Doktor, da,
+da steckt's. Haben Sie schon gesehn, in was für Figuren die Schwämme
+auf dem Boden wachsen? Wer das lesen könnt!
+
+\4 Woyzeck, Er hat die schönste Aberratio mentalis partialis,
+die zweite Spezies, sehr schön ausgeprägt. Woyzeck, Er kriegt Zulage!
+Zweite Spezies: fixe Idee mit allgemein vernünftigem Zustand.---Er tut
+noch alles wie sonst? Rasiert seinen Hauptmann?
+
+\1 Jawohl.
+
+\4 Ißt seine Erbsen?
+
+\1 Immer ordentlich, Herr Doktor. Das Geld für die Menage kriegt
+meine Frau.
+
+\4 Tut seinen Dienst?
+
+\1 Jawohl.
+
+\4 Er ist ein interessanter Kasus. Subjekt Woyzeck, Er kriegt
+Zulage, halt Er sich brav. Zeig Er seinen Puls. Ja.
+
+
+
+\(Mariens Kammer\)
+
+\[\2, \5.\]
+
+\5 Marie!
+
+\1 \[ihn ansehennd, mit Ausdruck\] Geh einmal vor dich hin! Über die
+Brust wie ein Rind und ein Bart wie ein Löw. So ist keiner!---Ich bin
+stolz vor allen Weibern!
+
+\5 Wenn ich am Sonntag erst den großen Federbusch hab' und
+die weiße Handschuh, Donnerwetter! Der Prinz sagt immer: Mensch, Er
+ist ein Kerl.
+
+\2 \[spöttisch\] Ach was!---\[Tritt vor ihn hin\] Mann!
+
+\5 Und du bist auch ein Weibsbild! Sapperment, wir wollen
+eine Zucht Tambourmajors anlegen. He?---\[Er umfaßt sie\]
+
+\2 \[verstimmt\] Laß mich!
+
+\5 Wild Tier!
+
+\2 \[heftig\] Rühr mich an!
+
+\5 Sieht dir der Teufel aus den Augen?
+
+\2 Meinetwegen! Es ist alles eins!
+
+
+
+\(Straße\)
+
+\[\3. \4. \3 keucht die Straße herunter, hält an;
+keucht, sieht sich um.\]
+
+\3 Herr Doktor, rennen Sie nicht so! Rudern Sie mir Ihrem
+Stock nicht so in der Luft! Sie hetzen sich ja hinter dem Tod drein.
+Ein guter Mensch, der sein gutes Gewissen hat, geht nicht so schnell.
+Ein guter Mensch---\[Er erwischt den Doktor am Rock\] Herr Doktor,
+erlauben Sie, daß ich ein Menschenleben rette!
+
+\4 Pressiert, hh, pressiert!
+
+\3 Herr Doktor, ich bin so schwermütig, ich habe so was
+Schwärmerisches; ich muß immer weinen, wenn ich meinen Rock an der
+Wand hängen sehen -.
+
+\4 Hm! Aufgedunsen, fett, dicker Hals: apoplektische
+Konstitution. Ja, Herr Hauptmann, Sie können eine Apoplexia cerebri
+kriegen; Sie können sie aber vielleicht auch nur auf der einen Seite
+bekommen und auf der einen gelähmt sein, oder aber Sie können im
+besten Fall geistig gelähmt werden und nur fort vegetieren: das sind
+so ohgefähr Ihre Aussichten auf die nächsten vier Wochen! Übrigens
+kann ich Sie versichern, daß Sie einen von den interessanten Fällen
+abgeben, und wenn Gott will, daß Ihre Zunge zum Teil gelähmt wird, so
+machen wir unsterbliche Experimente.
+
+\3 Herr Doktor, erschrecken Sie mich nicht! Es sind schon
+Leute am Schreck gestorben, am bloßen hellen Schreck.---Ich sehe schon
+die Leute mit den Zitronen in den Händen; aber sie werden sagen, er
+war ein guter Mensch, ein guter Mensch---Teufel Sargnagel!
+
+\4 \[hält ihm den Hut hin\] Was ist das, hh?---Das ist ein
+Hohlkopf, geehrtester Herr Exerzierzagel!
+
+\3 \[macht eine Falte\] Was ist das, Herr Doktor?---Das ist
+Einfalt, bester Herr Sargnagel! Hähähä! Aber nichts für ungut! Ich bin
+ein guter Mensch, aber ich kann auch, wenn ich will, Herr Doktor,
+hähähä, wenn ich will ...---\[Woyzeck kommt und will vorbeieilen\]---He,
+Woyzeck, was hetzt Er sich so an uns vorbei. Bleib er doch, Woyzeck!
+Er läuft ja wie ein offnes Rasiermesser durch die Welt, man schneidt
+sich an Ihm; Er läuft, als hätt er ein Regiment Kastrierte zu rasieren
+und würde gehenkt über dem längsten Haar noch vor dem Verschwinden.
+Aber, über die langen Bärte---was wollt' ich doch sagen? Woyzeck: die
+langen Bärte ...
+
+\4 Ein langer Bart unter dem Kinn, schon Plinius spricht davon,
+man müßt es den Soldaten abgewöhnen ...
+
+\3 \[fährt fort\] Ha, über die langen Bärte! Wie is, Woyzeck,
+hat Er noch nicht ein Haar aus einem Bart in seiner Schüssel gefunden?
+He, Er versteht mich doch? Ein Haar eines Menschen, vom Bart eines
+Sapeurs, eines Unteroffiziers, eines---eines Tambourmajors? He,
+Woyzeck? Aber Er hat eine brave Frau. Geht Ihm nicht wie andern.
+
+\1 Jawohl! Was wollen Sie sagen, Herr Hauptmann?
+
+\3 Was der Kerl ein Gesicht macht! ... Vielleicht nun auch
+nicht in der Suppe, aber wenn Er sich eilt und um die Eck geht, so
+kann er vielleicht noch auf ein Paar Lippen eins finden. Ein Paar
+Lippen, Woyzeck. Kerl, Er ist ja kreideweiß!
+
+\1 hh, ich bin ein armer Teufel---und hab's sonst nichts auf der
+Welt. hh, wenn Sie Spaß machen -
+
+\3 Spaß ich? Daß dich Spaß, Kerl!
+
+\4 Den Puls, Woyzeck, den Puls!---Klein, hart, hüpfend,
+unregelmäßig.
+
+\1 hh, die Erd is höllenheiß---mir eiskalt, eiskalt---Die Hölle
+is kalt, wollen wir wetten.---Unmöglich! Mensch! Mensch! Unmöglich!
+
+\3 Kerl, will Er---will Er ein paar Kugeln vor den Kopf haben?
+Er ersticht mich mit seinen Augen, und ich mein' es gut mit Ihm, weil
+Er ein guter Mensch ist, Woyzeck, ein guter Mensch.
+
+\4 Gesichtsmuskeln starr, gespannt, zuweilen hüpfend. Haltung
+aufgeregt, gespannt.
+
+\1 Ich geh'. Es is viel möglich. Der Mensch! Es is viel möglich.
+---Wir haben schön Wetter, hh. Sehn Sie, so ein schöner, fester, grauer
+Himmel; man könnte Lust bekommen, ein' Kloben hineinzuschlagen und
+sich daran zu hängen, nur wegen des Gedankenstriches zwischen Ja und
+wieder Ja---und Nein. hh, Ja und Nein? Ist das Nein am Ja oder das
+Ja am Nein schuld? Ich will darüber nachdenken.---\[Geht mit breiten
+Schritten ab, erst langsamer, dann immer schneller\]
+
+\3 Mir wird ganz schwindlig vor den Menschen. Wie schnell!
+Der lange Schlingel greift aus, als läuft der Schatten von einem
+Spinnbein, und der Kurze, das zuckelt. Der Lange ist der Blitz und der
+Kleine der Donner. Haha ... Grotesk! grotesk!
+
+\(Mariens Kammer\)
+
+\[\2. \1.\]
+
+\1 \[sieht sie starr an und schüttelt den Kopf\] Hm! Ich seh'
+nichts, ich seh nichts. O man müßt's sehen, man müßt's greifen könne
+mit Fäusten!
+
+\2 \[verschüchtert\] Was hast du, Franz?---Du bist hirnwütig, Franz.
+
+\1 Eine Sünde, so dick und so breit---es stinkt, daß man die
+Engelchen zum Himmel hinausräuchern könnt'! Du hast ein' roten Mund,
+Marie. Keine Blase drauf? Wie, Marie, du bist schön wie die Sünde -
+kann die Totsünde so schön sein?
+
+\2 Franz, du redest im Fieber!
+
+\1 Teufel!---Hat er da gestanden? So? So?
+
+\2 Dieweil der Tag lang und die Welt alt is, können viele Menschen
+an einem Platz stehen, einer nach dem andern.
+
+\1 Ich hab ihn gesehn!
+
+\2 Man kann viel sehn, wenn man zwei Auge hat und nicht blind is
+und die Sonn scheint.
+
+\1 Mensch!---\[Geht auf sie los\]
+
+\2 Rühr mich an, Franz! Ich hätt' lieber ein Messer in den Leib
+als deine Hand auf meiner. Mein Vater hat mich nit anzugreifen gewagt,
+wie ich zehn Jahre alt war, wenn ich ihn ansah.
+
+\1 Weib!---Nein, es müßte was an dir sein! Jeder Mensch ist ein
+Abgrund; es schwindelt einem, wenn man hinabsieht.---Es wäre! Sie geht
+wie die Unschuld. Nun, Unschuld, du hast ein Zeichen an dir. Weiß
+ich's? Weiß ich's? Wer weiß es?---\[Er geht\]
+
+
+
+\(Die Wachstube\)
+
+\[\1. \7.\]
+
+\begin{Lied}
+\7 \[singt\] \\
+ Frau Wirtin hat ne brave Magd,
+ sie sitzt im Garten Tag und Nacht,
+ sie sitzt in ihrem Garten ...
+\end{Lied}
+
+\1 Andres!
+
+\7 Nu?
+
+\1 Schön Wetter.
+
+\7 Sonntagswetter---Musik vor der Stadt. Vorhin---sind die
+Weibsbilder hinaus; die Mensche dampfe, das geht!
+
+\1 \[unruhig\] Tanz, Andres, sie tanze!
+
+\7 Im Rössel und in Sternen.
+
+\1 Tanz, Tanz!
+
+\begin{Lied}
+\7 Meinetwege.
+ Sitzt in ihrem Garten,
+ bis dass das Glöcklein zwölfe schlägt,
+ und paßt auf die Solda-aten.
+\end{Lied}
+
+\1 Andres, ich hab' kei Ruh.
+
+\7 Narr!
+
+\1 Ich muß hinaus. Es dreht sich mir vor den Augen. Tanz, Tanz!
+Wird sie heiße Händ habe! Verdammt, Andres!
+
+\7 Was willst du?
+
+\1 Ich muß fort, muß sehen.
+
+\7 Du Unfried! Wegen dem Mensch?
+
+\1 Ich muß hinaus, 's is so heiß dahie.
+
+
+
+\(Wirtshaus\)
+
+\[Die Fenster offen, Tanz. Bänke vor dem Haus. Bursche.\]
+
+\begin{Lied}
+\persona{erster bursch} \\
+ Ich hab' ein Hemdlein an, das ist nicht mein;
+ meine Seele stinkt nach Branndewein -
+\end{Lied}
+
+\persona{zweiter bursch} Bruder, soll ich dir aus Freundschaft ein
+Loch in die Natur machen? Vorwärts! Ich will ein Loch in die Natur
+maehen! Ich bin auch ein Kerl, du weißt---ich will ihm alle Flöh am
+Leib totschlagen.
+
+\persona{erster bursch} Meine Seele, meine Seele stinkt
+nach Branndewein!---Selbst das Geld geht in Verwesung über!
+Vergißmeinnicht, wie ist diese Welt so schön! Bruder, ich muß ein
+Regenfaß voll greinen vor Wehmut. Ich wollt', unsre Nasen wären zwei
+Bouteillen, und wir könnten sie uns einander in den Hals gießen.
+
+\begin{Lied}
+\7 \[im Chor\] \\
+ Ein Jäger aus der Pfalz
+ ritt einst durch einen grünen Wald.
+ Halli, hallo, ha lustig ist die Jägerei
+ allhier auf grüner Heid.
+ Das Jagen is mei Freud.
+\end{Lied}
+
+\[\1 stellt sich ans Fenster. \2 und der \5 tanzen
+vorbei, ohne ihm zu bemerken\]
+
+\1 Er! Sie! Teufel!
+
+\2 \[im Vorbeitanzen\] Immer zu, imer zu -
+
+\1 \[erstickt\] Immer zu---immer zu!---\[Fährt heftig auf und
+sinkt zurück auf die Bank\] Immer zu, immer zu!---\[Schlägt die Hände
+ineinander\] Dreht euch. wälzt euch! Warum bläst Gott nicht die Sonn
+aus, daß alles in Unzucht sich übereinanderwälzt, Mann und Weib,
+Mensch und Vieh?! Tut's am hellen Tag, tut's einem auf den Händen wie
+die Mücken!---Weib! Das Weib is heiß, heiß!---Immer zu, immer zu! -
+\[Fährt auf\] Der Kerl, wie er an ihr herum greift, an ihrem Leib! Er,
+er hat sie---wie ich zu Anfang.---\[Er sinkt betäubt zusammen\]
+
+\persona{erster bursch} \[predigt auf dem Tisch\] Jedoch, wenn ein
+Wandrer, der gelehnt steht an dem Strom der Zeit oder aber sich die
+göttliche Weisheit beantwortet und sich anredet: Warum ist der Mensch?
+Warum ist der Mensch?---Aber wahrlich, ich sage euch: Von was hätte
+der Landmann, der Weißbinder, der Schuster, der Arzt leben sollen,
+wenn Gott den Menschen nicht geschaffen hätte? Von was hätte der
+Schneider leben sollen, wenn er dem Menschen nicht die Empfindung der
+Scham eingepflanzt hätte, von was der Soldat, wenn er ihm nicht mit
+dem Bedürfnis sich totzuschlagen ausgerüstet hätte? Darum zweifelt
+nicht---ja, ja, es ist lieblich und fein, aber alles Irdische ist
+übel, selbst das Geld geht in Verwesung über. Zum Beschluß, meine
+geliebten Zuhörer, laßt uns noch übers Kreuz pissen, damit ein Jud
+stirbt!
+
+\[Unter allgemeinem Gejohle erwacht Woyzech und rast davon.\]
+
+
+
+\(Freies Feld\)
+
+\1 Immer zu! Immner zu! Hisch, hasch! So gehn die Geigen und
+die Pfeifen.---Immer zul Immer zu!---Still, Musik! Was spricht da
+unten?---Recht sich gegen den Boden: Ha, was, was sagt ihr? Lauterl
+Lauter! Stich, stich die Zickwolfin tot?---Stich, stich die Zickwolfin
+tot!---Soll ich! Muß ich? Hör' ich's da auch?---Sagt's der Wind auch?
+--- Hör' ich's immer, immer zu: stich tot, tot!
+
+
+
+\(Ein Zimmer in der Kaserne\)
+
+\[Nacht. \7 und \7 in einem Bett.\]
+
+\1 \[leise\] Andres!
+
+\[\7 murmelt im Schlaf\]
+
+\1 \[schüttelt Andres\] He, Andres! Andres!
+
+\7 Na was is?
+
+\1 Ich kann nit schlafen! Wenn ich die Aug zumach', dreht sich's
+immer, und ich hör' die Geigen, immer zu, immer zu. Und dann spricht's
+aus der Wand. Hörst du nix?
+
+\7 Ja---laß sie tanze! Einer is müd, und dann Gott behüt uns,
+amen.
+
+\1 Es redt lmmer: stich! stich! und zieht mir zwischen den
+Augen wie ein Messer -
+
+\7 Schlaf, Narr!---\[Er schläft wieder ein\]
+
+\1 Immer zu! Immer zu!
+
+
+
+\(Der Hof des Doktors\)
+
+\[Studenten und \1 unten, der \4 am Dachfenster.\]
+
+\4 Meine Herren, ich bin auf dern Dach wie David, als er
+die Bathseba sah; aber ich sehe nichts als die culs de Paris der
+Mädchenpension im Garten trocknen. Meine Herren, wir sind an der
+wichtigen Frage über das Verhältnis des Subjekts zum Objekt. Wenn
+wir nur eins von den Dingen nehmen, worin sich die organische
+Selbstaffirmation des Göttlichen, auf einem so hohen Standpunkte,
+manifestiert, und ihre Verhältnisse zum Raum, zur Erde, zum
+Planetarischen untersuchen, meine Herren, wenn ich diese Katze zum
+Fenster hinauswerfe: wie wird diese Wesenheit sich zum centrum
+gravitationis gemäß ihrem eigenen Instinkt verhalten?---He, Woyzeck -
+\[brüllt\] -, Woyzeck!
+
+\1 \[fängt die Katze auf\] Herr Doktor, sie beißt!
+
+\4 Kerl, Er greift die Bestie so zärtlich an, als wär's seine
+Großmutter.---\[Er kommt herunter\]
+
+\1 Herr Doktor, ich hab's Zittern.
+
+\4 \[ganz erfreut\] Ei, ei! Schön, Woyzeck!---Reibt sich die Hände.
+\[Er nimmt die Katze\] Was seh' ich, meine Herren, die neue Spezies
+Hasenlaus, eine schöne Spezies ...---\[Er zieht eine Lupe heraus,
+die Katze läuft fort\]---Meine Herren, das Tier hat keinen
+wissenschaftlichen Instinkt ... Die können dafür was anders sehen.
+Sehen Sie: der Mensch, seit einem Vierteljahr ißt er nichts als
+Erbsen; bemerken Sie die Wirkung, fühlen Sie einmal: Was ein
+ungleicher Puls! Der und die Augen!
+
+\1 Herr Daktor, es wird mir dunkel!---\[Er setzt sich\]
+
+\4 Courage, Woyzeck! Noch ein paar Tage, und dann ist's fertig.
+Fühlen Sie, meine Herren, fühlen Sie!---\[Sie betasten ihm Schläfe,
+Puls und Busen\]---Apropos, Woyzeck, beweg den Herren doch einmal die
+Ohren! Ich hab' es Ihnen schon zeigen wollen, zwei Muskeln sind bei
+ihm tätig. Allons, frisch!
+
+\1 Ach, Herr Doktor!
+
+\4 Bestie, sall ich dir die Ohren bewegen? Willst du's machen
+wie die Katze? So, meine Herren! Das sind so Übergänge zum Esel,
+häufig auch die Folge weiblicher Erziehung und die Muttersprache.
+Wieviel Haare hat dir die Mutter zum Andenken schon ausgerissen aus
+Zärtlichkeit? Sie sind dir ja ganz dünn geworden seit ein paar Tagen.
+Ja, die Erbsen, meine Herren!
+
+
+
+\(Kasernenhof\)
+
+\1 Hast nix gehört?
+
+\7 Er is da, noch mit einem Kameraden.
+
+\1 Er hat was gesagt.
+
+\7 Woher weißt du's? Was soll ich's sagen? Nu, er lachte, und
+dann sagt er: Ein köstlich Weibsbild! Die hat Schenkel, und alles so
+heiß!
+
+\1 \[ganz kalt\] So, hat er das gesagt? Von was hat mir doch hat
+nacht geträumt? War's nicht von einem Messer? Was man doch närrische
+Träume hat!
+
+\7 Wohin, Kamerad?
+
+\1 Meim Offizier Wein holen.---Aber, Andres, sie war dach ein
+einzig Mädel.
+
+\7 Wer war?
+
+\1 Nix. Adies!---\[Ab\]
+
+
+
+\(Wirtshaus\)
+
+\[\5. \1. Leute.\]
+
+
+\5 Ich bin ein Mann!---\[Schlägt sich auf die Brust\] Ein
+Mann, sag' ich. Wer will was? Wer kein be- soffner Herrgott ist, der
+laß sich von mir. Ich will ihn die Nas ins Arschloch prügeln! Ich
+will---\[Zu Woyzeck\] Du Kerl, sauf! Ich wollt' die Welt wär' Schnaps,
+Schnaps---der Mann muß saufen!---\[Woyzech pfeift\]---Kerl, soll ich
+dir die Zung aus dem Hals ziehn und sie um den Leib herumwickeln? -
+Sie ringen, Woyzeck verliert.---Soll ich dir noch so viel Atem lassen
+als 'en Altweiberfurz, soll ich?---\[Woyzech setzt sich erschöpft
+zitternd auf eine Bank\]---Der Kerl soll dunkelblau pfeifen.
+
+\begin{Lied}
+ Branndewein, das ist mein Leben;
+ Branndwein gibt Courage!
+\end{Lied}
+
+\persona{eine} Der hat sein Fett.
+
+\7 Er blut'.
+
+\1 Eins nach dem andern.
+
+
+
+\(Kramladen\)
+
+\[\1. Der Jude.\]
+
+\1 Das Pistolchen ist zu teuer.
+
+\persona{jude} Nu, kauft's oder kauft's nit, was is?
+
+\1 Was kost' das Messer?
+
+\persona{jude} 's ist ganz grad. Wollt Ihr Euch den Hals mit abschneiden? Nu,
+was is es? Ich geb's Euch so wohlfeil wie ein andrer. Ihr sollt Euern
+Tod wohifeil haben, aber doch nit umsonst. Was is es? Er soll ein
+ökonomischer Tod haben.
+
+\1 Das kann mehr als Brot schneiden -
+
+\persona{jude} Zwee Grosche.
+
+\1 Da!---Geht ab.
+
+\persona{jude} Da! Als ob's nichts wär! Und es is doch Geld.---Du Hund!
+
+
+
+\(Mariens Kammer\)
+
+\persona{narr} \[liegt und erzählt sich Märchen an den Fingern\] Der hat die
+goldne Kron, der Herr König ... Morgen hol' ich der Frau Königin ihr
+Kind ... Blutwurst sagt: komm, Leber- wurst ...
+
+\2 \[blättert in der Bibel\] ``Und ist kein Betrug in seinem Munde
+erfunden'': ... Herrgott, Herrgott! Sieh mich nicht an!---\[Blättert
+weiter\] ``Aber die Pharisäer brachten ein Weib zu ihm, im Ehebruch
+begriffen, und stelleten sie ins Mittel dar ... Jesus aber sprach:
+So verdamme ich dich auch nicht. Geh hin und sündige hinfort nicht
+mehr!''---\[Schlägt die Hände zusammen\] Hergott! Hergott! Ich kann
+nicht!---Herrgott, gib mir nur so viel, daß ich beten kann.---\[Das
+Kind drängt sich an sie\]---Das Kind gibt mir einen Stich ins Herz.
+---\[Zum Narrn\] Karl! Das brüst' sich in der Sonne!---\[Narr nimmt das
+Kind und wird still\]---Der Franz ist nit gekommen, gestern nit,
+heut nit. Es wird heiß hier!---\[Sie macht das Fenster auf und liest
+wieder\] ``Und trat hinten zu seinen Füßen und weinete, und fing an,
+seine Füße zu netzen mit Tränen und mit den Haaren ihres Hauptes
+zu trocknen, und küssete seine Füße und salbete sie mit Salbe ...''
+\[Schlägt sich auf die Brust\] Alles tot! Heiland! Heiland! ich möchte
+dir die Füße salben! -
+
+
+
+\(Kaserne\)
+
+\[\7. \1 kramt in seinen Sachen.\]
+
+\1 Das Kamisolchen, Andres, ist nit zur Montur: du kannst's
+brauchen, Andres.
+
+\7 \[ganz starr, sagt zu allem\] Jawohl.
+
+\1 Das Kreuz meiner Schwester und das Ringlein.
+
+\7 Jawohl.
+
+\1 Ich hab' auch noch ein Heiligen, zwei Herze und schön Gold -
+es lag in meiner Mutter Bibel, und da steht:
+
+\begin{Lied}
+ Herr, wie dein Leib war rot und wund,
+ so laß mein Herz sein aller Stund.
+\end{Lied}
+Mein Mutter fühlt nur noch, wenn ihr die Sonn auf die Händ scheint -
+das tut nix.
+
+\7 Jawohl.
+
+\1 \[zieht ein Papier hervor\] Friedrich Johann Franz Woyzeck,
+Wehrmann, Füsilier im 2. Regiment, 2. Bataillion 4. Kompanie, geboren
+Mariä Verkündigung, den 20. Juli.---Ich bin heut alt 30 Jahr, 7 Monat
+und 12 Tage.
+
+\7 Franz, du kommst ins Lazarett. Armer, du mußt Schnaps trinken
+und Pulver drin, das töt' das Fieber.
+
+\1 Ja, Andres, wenn ein Schreiner die Hobelspäne sammelt, es
+weiß niemand, wer seinen Kopf drauflegen wird.
+
+
+
+\(Straße\)
+
+\[Marie mit Mädchen vor der Haustür, Großmutter; später Woyzeck.\]
+
+\begin{Lied}
+\persona{mädchen} \\
+ Wie scheint die Sonn am Lichtmeßtag
+ und steht das Korn im Blühn.
+ Sie gingen wohl die Wiese hin,
+ sie gingen zu zwein und zwein.
+ Die Pfeifer gingen voran,
+ die Geiger hinterdrein,
+ sie hatten rote Socken an ...
+\end{Lied}
+
+\persona{erstes kind} Das ist nit schön.
+
+\persona{zweites kind} Was willst du auch immer!
+
+\persona{erstes kind} Marie, sing du uns!
+
+\2 Ich kann nit.
+
+\persona{erstes kind} Warum?
+
+\2 Darum.
+
+\persona{zweites kind} Aber warum darum?
+
+\persona{drittes kind} Großmutter, erzähl!
+
+\persona{grossmutter} Kommt, ihr kleinen Krabben!---Es war einmal ein arm Kind
+und hatt' kein Vater und keine Mutter, war alles tot, und war niemand
+mehr auf der Welt. Alles tot, und es is hingangen und hat gesucht Tag
+und Nacht. Und weil auf der Erde niemand mehr war, wollt's in Himmel
+gehn, und der Mond guckt es so freundlich an; und wie es endlich zum
+Mond kam, war's ein Stück faul Holz. Und da is es zur Sonn gangen, und
+wie es zur Sonn kam, war's ein verwelkt Sonneblum. Und wie's zu den
+Sternen kam, waren's kleine goldne Mücken, die waren angesteckt, wie
+der Neuntöter sie auf die Schlehen steckt. Und wie's wieder auf die
+Erde wollt, war die Erde ein umgestürzter Hafen. Und es war ganz
+allein. Und da hat sich's hingesetzt und geweint, und da sitzt es noch
+und is ganz allein.
+
+\1 \[erscheint\] Marie!
+
+\2 \[erschreckt\] Was is?
+
+\1 Marie, wir wollen gehn. 's is Zeit.
+
+\2 Wohin?
+
+\1 Weiß ich's?
+
+
+ \(Waldsaum am Teich\)
+
+\[\2 und \1.\]
+
+\2 Also dort hinaus is die Stadt. 's is finster.
+
+\1 Du sollst noch bleiben. Komm, setz dich!
+
+\2 Aber ich muß fort.
+
+\1 Du wirst dir die Füße nit wund laufe.
+
+\2 Wie bist du nur auch!
+
+\1 Weißt du auch, wie lang es jetzt is, Marie?
+
+\2 Am Pfingsten zwei Jahr.
+
+\1 Weißt du auch, wie lang es noch sein wird?
+
+\2 Ich muß fort, das Nachtessen richten.
+
+\1 Friert's dich, Marie? Und doch bist du warm. Was du heiße
+Lippen hast! Heiß, heißen Hurenatem! Und doch möcht' ich den Himmel
+geben, sie noch einmal zu küssen.---Friert's dich? Wenn man kalt is,
+so friert man nicht mehr. Du wirst vom Morgentau nicht frieren.
+
+\2 Was sagst du?
+
+\1 Nix.
+
+\[Schweigen\]
+
+\2 Was der Mond rot aufgeht!
+
+\1 Wie ein blutig Eisen.
+
+\2 Was hast du vor, Franz, du bist so blaß.---\[Er holt mit dem
+Messer aus\]---Franz halt ein! Um des Himmels willen, Hilfe, Hilfe!
+
+\1 \[sticht drauflos\] Nimm das und das! Kannst du nicht sterben?
+So! So!---Ha, sie zuckt noch; noch nicht? Noch nicht? Immer noch. -
+\[Stößt nochmals zu\]---Bist du tot! Tot! Tot!---\[Er läßt das Messer
+fallen und läuft weg\]
+
+
+
+\(Das Wirtshaus\)
+
+\1 Tanzt alle, immer zu! Schwitzt und stinkt! Er holt euch doch
+einmal alle!---\[Singt\]
+
+\begin{Lied}
+ Ach. Tochter, lieb Tochter
+ was hast du gedenkt,
+ daß du dich an die Landkutscher
+ und die Fuhrleut haßt gehenkt.
+\end{Lied}
+\[Er tanzt\] So, Käthe, setz dich! Ich hab' heiß heiß!---\[Er zieht den
+Rock aus\]---Es ist einmal so, der Teufel holt die eine und läßt die
+andre laufen. Käthe, du bist heiß! War- um denn? Käthe, du wirst auch
+ noch kalt werden. Sei vernünftig.---Kannst du nicht singen?
+
+\begin{Lied}
+\persona{käthe} \[singt\] \\
+ Ins Schwabenland, das mag ich nicht,
+ und lange Kleider trag' ich nicht,
+ denn lange Kleider, spitze Schuh,
+ die kommen keiner Dienstmagd zu.
+\end{Lied}
+
+\1 Nein, keine Schuh, man kann auch ohne Schuh in die Höll
+gehn.
+
+\begin{Lied}
+\persona{käthe} \[singt\] \\
+ O pfui mein Schatz, das war nicht fein,
+ behalt dein Taler und schlaf allein.
+\end{Lied}
+
+\1 Ja, wahrhaftig, ich möcte mich nicht blutig machen.
+
+\persona{käthe} Aber was hast du an deiner Hand?
+
+\1 Ich? Ich?
+
+\persona{käthe} Rot! Blut!
+
+\[Es stellen sich Leute um sie\]
+
+\1 Blut? Blut?
+
+\persona{wirt} Uu---Blut!
+
+\1 Ich glaub', ich hab' mich geschnitten, da an der rechten
+Hand.
+
+\persona{wirt} Wie kommt's aber an den Ellenbogen?
+
+\1 Ich hab's abgewischt.
+
+\persona{wirt} Was, mit der rechten Hand an den rechten Ellenbogen Ihr seid
+geschickt!
+
+\persona{narr} Und da hat der Ries gesagt: Ich riech', ich riech'
+Menschenfleisch. Puh, das stinkt schon!
+
+\1 Teufel, was wollt ihr? Was geht's euch an? Platz, oder der
+erste---Teufel! Meint ihr, ich hätt' jemand umgebracht? Bin ich ein
+Mörder? Was gafft ihr? Guckt euch selbst an! Platz da!---\[Er läuft
+hinaus\]
+
+
+
+\(Am Teich\)
+
+\1 \[allein\] Das Messer? Wo ist das Messer? Ich hab' es da
+gelassen. Es verrät mich! Näher, noch näher! Was is das für ein
+Platz? Was hör' ich? Es rührt sich was. Still.---Da in der Nähe.
+Marie? Ha, Marie! Still. Alles still! Was bist du so bleich, Marie?
+Was hast du eine rote Schnur um den Hals? Bei wem hast du das Halsband
+verdient mit deinen Sünden? Du warst schwarz davon, schwarz! Hab' ich
+dich gebleicht? Was hängen deine Haare so wild? Hast du deine Zöpfe
+heute nicht geflochten? ...---Das Messer, das Messer! Hab' ich's?
+So!---\[Er läuft zum Wasser\] So, da hinunter!---\[Er wirft das Messer
+hinein\]---Es taucht in das dunkle Wasser wie ein Stein.---Nein, es
+liegt zu weit vorn, wenn sie sich baden.---\[Er geht in den Teich und
+wirft weit\]---So, jetzt---aber im Sommer, wenn sie tauchen nach
+Muscheln?---Bah, es wird rostig, wer kann's erkennen.---Hätt' ich es
+zerbrochen!---Bin ich noch blutig? Ich muß mich waschen. Da ein
+Fleck, und da noch einer ...
+
+\[Es kommen Leute\]
+
+\persona{erste person} Halt!
+
+\persona{zweite person} Hörst du? Still! Dort!
+
+\persona{erste person} Uu! Da! Was ein Ton!
+
+\persona{zweite person} Es ist das Wasser, es ruft: Schon lang ist niemand ertrunken.
+Fort! Es ist nicht gut, es zu hören!
+
+\persona{erste person} Uu! Jetzt wieder!---Wie ein Mensch, der stirbt!
+
+\persona{zweite person} Es ist unheimlich! So dunstig, allenthalben Nebelgrau---und
+das Summen der Käfer wie gesprungne Glocken. Fort!
+
+\persona{erste person} Nein. zu deutlich, zu laut! Da hinauf! Komm mit!
+
+\endDrama
+\end{document}
+
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+
+ COPYRIGHT NOTICE AND LICENSE
+
+
+COPYRIGHT
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+ the derived files TEXNIKA.sty, poetry.sty, drama.sty
+
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+%
+% \thispagestyle{empty}
+% \begin{centering}
+% {\large \textsc{Gianfranco Boggio\,--Togna}}\par
+% \vspace*{1in}
+% {\Huge \TEXNIKA}\par
+% \vspace*{.15in}
+% {\LARGE Typesetting for the Humanities}\par
+% \vspace*{.5in}
+% {\Large The \textbf{poetry} package}\par
+% \vfill
+% {\Large Version 0.9}\par
+% \end{centering}
+% \newpage
+% \thispagestyle{empty}
+% \vspace{6ex}
+% \section*{Copyright notice}
+% \noindent Copyright \copyright\ Gianfranco Boggio--Togna 2006\par
+% Author's address: C.P. 14021, I-20140 Milano\\
+% Email: \textsl{gbt\kern .08em @\kern .1em acm.org}
+% \vspace{6ex}
+% \section*{License}
+% \noindent This program is distributed under the terms of the license
+% that appears at the start of the file \texttt{poetry.dtx} (this file)
+% and in file \texttt{license.txt}
+%
+% This program consists of the files \texttt{poetry.dtx} and
+% \texttt{technica.ins}
+%
+% \newpage
+% \pagenumbering{roman}
+% \tableofcontents
+% \newpage
+% \pagenumbering{arabic}
+% \pagestyle {POETRY@page}
+%
+% \StopEventually{}
+%
+% \newpage
+% \section{External dependencies}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \TXN@temp {LaTeX2e}
+\def \TXN@temp@bis {2003/12/01}
+\@tempswafalse
+\ifx \fmtname \TXN@temp
+ \ifx \fmtversion \TXN@temp@bis
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp@bis {2005/12/01}
+ \ifx \fmtversion \TXN@temp@bis
+ \else
+ \@tempswatrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+\else
+ \@tempswatrue
+\fi
+\if@tempswa
+ \PackageError {POETRY}
+ {The Technica suite requires the LaTex\MessageBreak
+ release dated `2003/12/01' or `2005/12/01'}
+ {}
+ \def\recurse{(\recurse)}\recurse
+\fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\ProvidesPackage{poetry}%
+ [2006/11/11 v. 0.9 A package for typesetting poetry]
+\DeclareOption {repeat} {\PassOptionsToPackage{repeat}{TEXNIKA}}
+\DeclareOption {lineno} {\PassOptionsToPackage{lineno}{TEXNIKA}}
+\DeclareOption {nowarnings} {\PassOptionsToPackage{nowarnings}{TEXNIKA}}
+\DeclareOption {inplacewarnings}
+ {\PassOptionsToPackage{inplacewarnings}{TEXNIKA}}
+\ProcessOptions
+\RequirePackage{TEXNIKA}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \section{The main program}
+% \subsection{Initialize}
+%
+% Create the structures for |\excessus|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@internaltrue
+ \Novus \textus[\TXN@e] \excessus
+ \TXN@internalfalse
+ \TXN@def {TXN@textus[\TXN@e]text}{\unhbox \PTR@box@excessus}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Define the indentation unit.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \gdef \PTR@stropha@unit {1em}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\AtBeginDocument {%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Initialize the variables required for handling multi-split lines.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \xdef \PTR@SpatiumEscEsc@corr {\the\maxdimen}%
+ \gdef \PTR@multisplit@cs {0}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \PTR@multisplit@next
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Enter \textit{versus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifPTR@first@line
+\newif \ifPTR@suspend
+\def \versus {\TXN@domain@enter 1}
+\def \PTR@versus {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@versus
+ \TXN@withinVersustrue
+ \ifTXN@folio@set
+ \else
+ \xdef \TXN@theFolio {\ifodd \c@page recto\else verso\fi}%
+ \global \TXN@folio@settrue
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@lineating
+ \TXNl@lineate \TXN@process@line
+ \fi
+ \let \PTR@versus@esc@esc = \\\relax
+% \end{macrocode}
+% All paragraph spacing is suppressed: |\parskip| has an
+% infinitesimal amount of stretchability to compensate for
+% (equally infinitesimal) rounding errors in computing the page height.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \edef \PTR@versus@parindent {\the\parindent}%
+ \edef \PTR@versus@parskip {\the\parskip}%
+ \parindent = \z@
+ \parskip = \z@ plus 1sp minus 1sp\relax
+ \endgraf
+ \xdef \PTR@lastskip {\maxdimen}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If suspended, do not initialize the domain info
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifPTR@suspend
+ \else
+ \xdef \MaxLineWidth {-\maxdimen}%
+ \xdef \MinLineWidth {\maxdimen}%
+ \xdef \MaxLineShift {-\maxdimen}%
+ \xdef \MinLineShift {\maxdimen}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set up for auto |\Locus|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifPTR@auto@no
+ \let \PTR@save@auto@def = \auto
+ \def \auto {}%
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@auto@mode
+ \else
+ \ifPTR@suspend
+ \PTR@suspendfalse
+ \else
+ \let \PTR@save@auto@def = \auto
+ \PTR@auto@setup
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If suspended, resume
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifPTR@suspend
+ \PTR@suspendfalse
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Start fetching lines.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \global \PTR@first@linetrue
+ \PTR@fetch@line
+}
+\newcommand {\NotFirstLine}{\global \PTR@first@linefalse}
+\newcommand {\FirstLine}{\global \PTR@first@linetrue}
+\let \Versus = \versus
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Fetch a line}
+% The mechanism for fetching a line is basically that of the dirty trick
+% with tabs on page 391 of \TeXbook: |\everypar| traps the start of a line
+% and opens an hbox; end-of-line, made active, closes the box. In most cases,
+% the whole line fits in a single box, but the |\\| command and the commands
+% in \textsl{drama} put parts of the line into separate boxes.
+%
+% The boxes come from this set. Reserving ten boxes is something of
+% an overkill, as no more than three or four are usually needed; but
+% pathological lines of drama may contain several embedded stage directions.
+% The boxes are assumed to be in a continuous range; we do not bother
+% to check this, as it is inconceivable that \LaTeX{} should start
+% allocating boxes non contiguously.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newbox \PTR@box@line
+\newbox \PTR@box@line@ii
+\newbox \PTR@box@line@iii
+\newbox \PTR@box@line@iv
+\newbox \PTR@box@line@v
+\newbox \PTR@box@line@vi
+\newbox \PTR@box@line@vii
+\newbox \PTR@box@line@viii
+\newbox \PTR@box@line@ix
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We need an index to keep track of where we are in the set.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcount \PTR@box@ind
+% \end{macrocode}
+% There are five types of boxes: (\textit{Caution} These values are used in an
+% |\ifcase|).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\chardef \PTR@box@text = 0
+\chardef \PTR@box@persona = 1
+\chardef \PTR@box@bracketSD = 2
+\chardef \PTR@box@persona@bracketSD = 3
+\chardef \PTR@box@split = 4
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The box flags (only used by \textsl{Drama}) are stored in:\\
+% |\@namedef{PTR@box@flags\the\PTR@box@ind}|
+%
+% \halign {\quad\tt#&\kern 4em#\hfill\cr
+% l& align left (persona and bracket) \cr
+% r& align right (bracket) \cr
+% c& center (bracket) \cr
+% b& bracket at beginning of speech \cr
+% m& bracket in the middle of a speech \cr
+% d& detached bracket \cr
+% a& suppress SpatiumAnte bracket \cr
+% p& suppress SpatiumPost bracket \cr
+% }
+% The box type is stored in: |\@namedef{PTR@box@type\the\PTR@box@ind}|
+%
+% The box contents, (only used by \textsl{Drama} for b-SDs)
+% are stored in:\\
+% |\@namedef{PTR@box@toks\the\PTR@box@ind}|
+%
+% Two boxes (always use globally) for assembling and disassembling
+% a set of lines
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newbox \PTR@vbox
+\newbox \PTR@hbox
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% This sets the machine in motion.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@fetch@line {%
+ \PTR@box@ind = \PTR@box@line
+ \xdef \TXN@line@length {}%
+ \global \PTR@explicit@indent = \z@skip
+ \let \PTR@save@esc@esc = \\\relax
+ \def \\{\leavevmode\PTR@esc@esc}%
+ \everypar = {\PTR@start@box}%
+ \PTR@obeylines
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% At the end of the line, we need to know if any text was found.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifPTR@par@started
+% \end{macrocode}
+% This macros is usually empty. It is set to |\ignorespaces|
+% before and after a b-SD.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \PTR@ignorespaces {}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Start a box.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@start@box {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@start@box
+ \global \PTR@par@startedtrue
+ \TXN@edef {PTR@box@type\the\PTR@box@ind}{\PTR@box@text}%
+ \TXN@def {PTR@box@flags\the\PTR@box@ind}{}%
+ \TXN@def {PTR@box@toks\the\PTR@box@ind}{}%
+ \def \\{\leavevmode\PTR@esc@esc}%
+ \setbox \PTR@box@ind = \hbox \bgroup
+ \csname TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies\endcsname \relax
+ \ifnum \PTR@box@ind = \PTR@box@line
+ \global \PTR@em = 1em\relax
+ \xdef \PTR@strut@ht {\the\ht\strutbox}%
+ \fi
+ \strut \PTR@ignorespaces \TXN@check@incipit
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The definition of end-of-line when active.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@atendofline {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@atendofline
+ \ifPTR@par@started
+ \egroup
+ \let \\= \PTR@save@esc@esc
+ \everypar = {}\TXN@normalCR
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@ind = \z@
+ \advance \PTR@box@ind by \m@ne
+ \fi
+%<debug> \PTR@showboxes
+ \PTR@process@line
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \lastskip
+ \xdef \PTR@lastskip {\the\dimen@}%
+ \ifTXN@after@Spatium
+ \else
+ \global \TXN@blank@linetrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \global \TXN@after@Spatiumfalse
+ \global \PTR@par@startedfalse
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Make end-of-line active.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\begingroup
+ \TXN@activeCR % CR is active!
+ \gdef \PTR@obeylines {%
+ \TXN@activeCR \let^^M=\PTR@atendofline}%
+\endgroup
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Close a box, setting type and flags.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@close@box #1#2{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@close@box
+ \egroup
+ \gdef \PTR@ignorespaces {}%
+ \TXN@edef {PTR@box@type\the\PTR@box@ind}{#1}%
+ \TXN@edef {PTR@box@flags\the\PTR@box@ind}{#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Advance to next box.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@next@box {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@next@box
+ \advance \PTR@box@ind by \@ne
+ \PTR@start@box
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Outside \textsl{drama} only |\\| can cause the line to be split
+% over two or three boxes. |\\| generates an empty box, whose width
+% is not zero if the optional parameter is present.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifPTR@initial@esc@esc
+\newif \ifPTR@esc@esc@star
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@esc@esc {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@esc@esc
+ \ifPTR@par@started
+ \unskip \egroup
+ \fi
+ \PTR@initial@esc@escfalse
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@ind = \z@
+ \ifnum \PTR@box@ind = \PTR@box@line
+ \PTR@initial@esc@esctrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \@ifstar {\PTR@esc@esc@startrue\PTR@esc@esc@bis}
+ {\PTR@esc@esc@starfalse\PTR@esc@esc@bis}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\PTR@esc@esc@bis}[1][\relax]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@esc@esc@bis
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \dimen@@ = \maxdimen
+ \ifPTR@initial@esc@esc
+ \dimen@ = \PTR@stropha@unit \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \setbox\z@ = \hbox {\TXN@SpatiumPostEscEsc}%
+ \dimen@ = \wd\z@
+ \fi
+ \ifPTR@esc@esc@star
+ \multiply \dimen@ by \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@safe \tw@ \else #1\fi
+ \else
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \PTR@esc@esc@width #1\TXN@nil
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifPTR@initial@esc@esc
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ < \maxdimen
+ \dimen@ = \dimen@@
+ \fi
+ \global \PTR@explicit@indent = \dimen@ \TXN@safe
+ \expandafter \PTR@start@box
+ \else
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@ind > \z@
+ \advance \PTR@box@ind by \@ne
+ \fi
+ \setbox \PTR@box@ind = \null
+ \TXN@edef {PTR@box@type\the\PTR@box@ind}{\PTR@box@split}%
+ \TXN@def {PTR@box@flags\the\PTR@box@ind}{}%
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ < \maxdimen
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \wd\PTR@box@ind = -\dimen@
+ \else
+ \wd\PTR@box@ind = \dimen@
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \PTR@next@box
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@esc@esc@width #1#2\TXN@nil{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@esc@esc@width
+ \ifx -#1\relax
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {#2}%
+ \wd\z@ = -\wd\z@
+ \else
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {%
+ \csname TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]Facies\endcsname \relax
+ #1#2}%
+ \fi
+ \dimen@@ = \wd\z@
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \newpage
+% \subsection{Process a line}
+% The line is assembled in this box:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newbox \PTR@box@full@line
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Two macros for adding stuff to the box:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@append #1{\setbox \PTR@box@full@line =
+ \hbox {\unhbox \PTR@box@full@line#1}}
+\def \PTR@prepend #1{\setbox \PTR@box@full@line =
+ \hbox {#1\unhbox \PTR@box@full@line}}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A box for the part of the text being moved to another line:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newbox \PTR@box@excessus
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \texttt{1em} for |\textus|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newdimen \PTR@em
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Though the values are actually \meta{dimen}, we allocate \meta{skip}
+% registers, as more of these are available.
+%
+% The indentation set by |\Forma \strophae|:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newskip \PTR@stropha@indent
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The explicit indentation set by |\\|:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newskip \PTR@explicit@indent
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The indentation for a speech, set by |\Forma \personae|:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newskip \PTR@speech@indent
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The |\textus| shift:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newskip \PTR@textus@shift
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The total indentation for text:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newskip \PTR@text@indent
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The length of the fragment on the previous line:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newskip \PTR@split@skip
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The length of the fragment on this line:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newskip \PTR@next@split@skip
+\global \PTR@next@split@skip = \z@skip
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The total size of text on the line:
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newskip \PTR@text@width
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Counting the line in a strophe.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcount \PTR@stropha@counter
+% \end{macrocode}
+% True at the end of a strophe.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifPTR@after@stropha
+% \end{macrocode}
+% True is the box cannot be typeset properly.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifPTR@overfull@box
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Process the line just fetched.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@process@line {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@process@line
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@mode [process line]%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Housekeeping.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \setbox \PTR@box@full@line = \copy\voidb@x
+ \PTR@text@width = \z@skip
+ \setbox \TXN@marginalia = \copy\voidb@x
+ \setbox \PTR@box@excessus = \null
+ \def \PTR@r@bracketSD@ind {}%
+ \def \TXN@line@class {}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \PTR@after@strophafalse
+ \PTR@overfull@boxfalse
+ \def \PTR@folded@line {}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@measure = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]measure}%
+ \PTR@text@width = \z@skip
+ \global \TXN@leading@space = \maxdimen
+ \PTR@stropha@indent = \maxdimen \TXN@safe
+ \PTR@speech@indent = \z@skip
+ \TXN@assign \PTR@textus@shift = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]shift}%
+ \PTR@text@indent = \maxdimen \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@get@Locus {textus[\TXN@e]}{t}%
+ \edef \PTR@locus@excessus {\the\dimen@}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \gdef \PTR@SpatiumInfra@line {}%
+ \gdef \PTR@SpatiumSupra@line {}%
+ \def \PTR@hfill@right {\z@}%
+ \def \PTR@hfill@left {\z@}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If the previous line ended with |\\|, this is the width of the
+% text before |\\|, otherwise zero.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \global \PTR@split@skip = \PTR@next@split@skip
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the parameters defining the shape of a speech.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@withinDrama
+ \begingroup
+ \DRM@FormaPersonae
+ \xdef \PTR@parindent {\the\parindent}%
+ \xdef \PTR@hangindent {\the\hangindent}%
+ \xdef \PTR@hangafter {\the\hangafter}%
+ \endgroup
+ \PTR@get@speech@indent \@ne
+ \edef \PTR@speech@indent@one {\the\PTR@speech@indent}%
+ \PTR@get@speech@indent \tw@
+ \edef \PTR@speech@indent@two {\the\PTR@speech@indent}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Save the initial value of the stropha counter.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \edef \PTR@save@stropha@counter {\the\PTR@stropha@counter}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Join the pieces and typeset the complete line.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \PTR@assemble@line
+ \ifvoid \PTR@box@full@line
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@r@bracketSD@ind
+ \else
+ \PTR@typeset@line
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \PTR@typeset@line
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Final clean up.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \global \TXN@blank@linefalse
+ \ifTXN@withinDrama
+ \TXN@gincr \DRM@speech@lines
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Go fetch the next line.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \PTR@fetch@line
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Leave \textit{versus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \endversus {\TXN@domain@leave 1}
+\let \endVersus = \endversus
+\def \PTR@endversus {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@endversus
+ \ifPTR@par@started \egroup \fi
+ \endgraf
+ \TXN@withinVersusfalse
+ \ifTXN@lineating
+ \TXNl@lineate \relax
+ \fi
+ \parindent = \PTR@versus@parindent \TXN@safe
+ \parskip = \PTR@versus@parskip \TXN@safe
+ \let \\= \PTR@versus@esc@esc
+ \ifPTR@suspend
+ \PTR@suspendfalse
+ \else
+ \PTR@auto@record
+ \fi
+ \everypar = {}\TXN@normalCR
+ \ifnum \TXN@numerus@pending > \z@
+ \TXN@Warning* {One or more line numbers could not be printed\MessageBreak
+ (there is not enough room in the line)}%
+ \def \TXN@numerus@pending {0}%
+ {\parskip \z@ \par}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \newpage
+% \section{The \texttt{\char`\\stropha} class}
+% \subsection{The \texttt{\char`\\stropha} command}
+%
+% Initialize the attributes.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@FormaStrophae {}
+\def \PTR@FaciesStrophae {}
+\def \PTR@SpatiumSupraStropham {}
+\def \PTR@SpatiumInfraStropham {}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\stropha} {%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@attribute@name
+ \expandafter \PTR@stropha
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@subclass@name {stropha}%
+ \def \TXN@subclass@number {}%
+ \def \TXN@temp {PTR}%
+ \expandafter \TXN@attribute@set
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Some synonyms.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\let \strophae = \stropha
+\let \stropham = \stropha
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% The variable is set to 2 by an explicit |\stropha| command. It changes to 1
+% after the start of stropha has been processed (to prevent activation of
+% the normal mechanism) and is cleared by |\stropha*|, or by exiting a group
+% if |\stropha| appeared within a group.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@explicit@stropha {0}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@stropha {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@stropha
+ \global \PTR@stropha@counter = \z@
+ \def \PTR@explicit@stropha {0}%
+ \@ifstar {}{\PTR@stropha@bis}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The normal form (explicit or phantom strophe).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\PTR@stropha@bis}[1][\relax]{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@stropha@bis
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \TXN@parameter \TXN@safe
+ \def \PTR@explicit@stropha {2}%
+ \else
+ \toks@ = {#1}%
+ \expandafter \PTR@phantom@stropha
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A `phantom' stropha.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifPTR@phantom@text
+\def \PTR@phantom@stropha #1{
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@phantom@stropha
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \PTR@phantom@texttrue
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \PTR@phantom@textfalse
+ \fi
+ \TXN@counter = \PTR@stropha@start \TXN@safe
+ \TXN@counter@a = \PTR@stropha@length \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter < \z@
+ \TXN@counter = -\TXN@counter
+ \fi
+ \advance \TXN@counter@a by -\TXN@counter
+ \ifPTR@phantom@text
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \m@ne
+ \advance \TXN@counter@a by \m@ne
+ \fi
+ \global \PTR@stropha@counter = \TXN@counter
+ \TXN@toks@a = {}%
+ \TXN@toks@b = {}%
+ \expandafter \PTR@phantom@stropha@bis \the\toks@\TXN@nil
+ \ifPTR@phantom@text
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \PTR@SpatiumSupraStropham
+ \fi
+ \the\TXN@toks@b#1\the\TXN@toks@a
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Update the |\numerus| counters
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@phantom@stropha@bis #1{%
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\TXN@toks@a \noexpand#1{+\the\TXN@counter@a}}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = \expandafter {\TXN@temp}%
+ \TXN@toks@b = \expandafter {\the\TXN@toks@b #1*{}}%
+ \expandafter \PTR@phantom@stropha@bis
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{The \texttt{\char`\\Forma} attribute}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifPTR@stropha@skip@pending
+\newif \ifPTR@stropha@dup@pending
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newcommand {\PTR@setForma@stropha} [1][0] {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@setForma@stropha
+ \let \PTR@save@stropha@esc@esc = \\\relax
+ \edef \PTR@stropha@length {#1}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Restore normal end-of-line while the parameter is read.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@normalCR
+ \fi
+ \PTR@setForma@stropha@bis
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@setForma@stropha@bis #1{%
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \TXN@activeCR
+ \fi
+ \TXN@SimpleList \TXN@SimpleList@work \z@
+ \global \PTR@stropha@counter = \z@
+ \def \PTR@stropha@break {\z@}%
+ \def \PTR@stropha@start {\z@}%
+ \PTR@stropha@skip@pendingfalse
+ \PTR@stropha@dup@pendingfalse
+ \PTR@setForma@stropha@ter #1\TXN@nil
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@setForma@stropha@ter #1{%
+ \let \\= \relax
+ \let \PTR@stropha@next = \PTR@setForma@stropha@ter
+ \ifx \TXN@nil#1\relax
+ \let \PTR@stropha@next = \PTR@setForma@stropha@extend
+ \else \ifx /#1\relax
+ \edef \PTR@stropha@break {\the\PTR@stropha@counter}%
+ \else \ifx (#1\relax
+ \edef \PTR@stropha@start {\the\PTR@stropha@counter}%
+ \else \ifx )#1\relax
+ \relax
+ \else \ifx *#1\relax
+ \PTR@stropha@dup@pendingtrue
+ \else \ifx \\#1\relax
+ \let \PTR@stropha@next = \PTR@get@stropha@unit
+ \else \ifPTR@stropha@dup@pending
+ \PTR@stropha@dup@pendingfalse
+ \TXN@counter = \@ne
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter < #1\relax
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@SimpleList@work {\the\TXN@toks@a}%
+ \global \advance \PTR@stropha@counter by \@ne
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \@ne
+ \repeat
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifx c#1\relax \else
+ \ifx C#1\relax \else
+ \ifx z#1\relax \else
+ \ifx Z#1\relax \else
+ \PTR@stropha@check@spatium {#1}%
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi\fi\fi\fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PTR@stropha@skip@pendingtrue
+ \expandafter \TXN@toks@b \expandafter {\TXN@L@spatium}%
+ \else
+ \ifPTR@stropha@skip@pending
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@SimpleList@work {\the\TXN@toks@b}%
+ \PTR@stropha@skip@pendingfalse
+ \fi
+ \global \advance \PTR@stropha@counter by \@ne
+ \TXN@toks@a = {#1}%
+ \ifx c#1\relax
+ \TXN@toks@a = {-10000}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx C#1\relax
+ \TXN@toks@a = {-10000}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx z#1\relax
+ \TXN@toks@a = {-9999}%
+ \fi
+ \ifx Z#1\relax
+ \TXN@toks@a = {-9999}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@SimpleList@work {\the\TXN@toks@a}%
+ \fi
+ \fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi\fi
+ \PTR@stropha@next
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check whether the value is a |\spatium| specification (i.e. contains
+% at least a letter or a control sequence)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@stropha@check@spatium #1{%
+ \PTR@stropha@check@spatium@bis #1\TXN@nil
+}
+\def \PTR@stropha@check@spatium@bis #1{%
+ \let \next = \PTR@stropha@check@spatium@ter
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \else
+ \ifcat \relax \noexpand#1\relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \ifcat a\noexpand#1\relax
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \let \next = \PTR@stropha@check@spatium@bis
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+\def \PTR@stropha@check@spatium@ter #1\TXN@nil{}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Extend the list to the length given in the optional parameter (if any)
+% by replicating the last entry as necessary.\\
+% |\TXN@toks@a| contains the last value\\
+% |\TXN@toks@b| may contain the pending skip (which can be inserted
+% only after the list has been extended).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@setForma@stropha@extend {%
+ \ifnum \PTR@stropha@counter = \z@
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter@a = \PTR@stropha@length \TXN@safe
+ \advance \TXN@counter@a by \PTR@stropha@start \TXN@safe
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \PTR@stropha@counter < \TXN@counter@a
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@SimpleList@work {\the\TXN@toks@a}%
+ \global \advance \PTR@stropha@counter by \@ne
+ \repeat
+ \ifPTR@stropha@skip@pending
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@SimpleList@work {\the\TXN@toks@b}%
+ \fi
+ \edef \PTR@stropha@length {\the\PTR@stropha@counter}%
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@SimpleList@work {10000}%
+ \fi
+ \global \PTR@stropha@counter = \z@
+ \edef \PTR@FormaStrophae {\TXN@SimpleList@work}%
+ \let \\= \PTR@save@stropha@esc@esc
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the stropha indent unit.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@get@stropha@unit #1\TXN@nil{%
+ \TXN@check@if@glue #1\TXN@nil
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \xdef \PTR@stropha@unit {#1}%
+ \else
+ \PackageError {POETRY}
+ {The value you have specified for the \MessageBreak
+ indentation unit is not a legal TeX dimension.}%
+ {You may have forgotten the unit of measure\MessageBreak
+ or mispelled its name.}%
+ \fi
+ \PTR@setForma@stropha@extend
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{The other attributes}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@setFacies@stropha #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \def \PTR@FaciesStrophae {}%
+ \else
+ \def \PTR@FaciesStrophae {#1\relax\vskip \z@}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@setSpatiumSupra@stropha #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \def \PTR@SpatiumSupraStropham {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#1}%
+ \edef \PTR@SpatiumSupraStropham {\TXN@L@spatium}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@setSpatiumInfra@stropha #1{%
+ \def \TXN@parameter {#1}%
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@parameter
+ \def \PTR@SpatiumInfraStropham {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@build@spatium@list {#1}%
+ \edef \PTR@SpatiumInfraStropham {\TXN@L@spatium}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{\textit{Processing the line}}
+% \subsection{Assemble the line}
+%
+% This is a fragment (other than the first) of a split line.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifPTR@is@fragment
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% The first box is \texttt{persona} or \texttt{persona} + \texttt{b-SD}.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifPTR@speech@heading
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% The line contains a SD.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifPTR@has@SD
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@cannot@typeset@properly {%
+ \TXN@Warning* {The line cannot be typeset properly.\MessageBreak
+ Manual intervention is necessary}%
+}
+\def \PTR@assemble@line {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@assemble@line
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@mode [assemble line]%
+ \PTR@is@fragmentfalse
+ \PTR@speech@headingfalse
+ \PTR@has@SDfalse
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Loop through the boxes.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \advance \PTR@box@ind by \@ne
+ \edef \PTR@box@ind@afterlast {\the\PTR@box@ind}%
+ \PTR@box@ind = \PTR@box@line
+ \TXN@assign \count@ = {PTR@box@type\the\PTR@box@line}%
+ \ifodd \count@ % persona or persona + b-SD
+ \PTR@speech@headingtrue
+ \fi
+ \@whilenum \PTR@box@ind < \PTR@box@ind@afterlast \do{%
+ \edef \PTR@box@flags {\@nameuse {PTR@box@flags\the\PTR@box@ind}}%
+ \TXN@assign \TXN@counter = {PTR@box@type\the\PTR@box@ind}%
+ \ifcase \TXN@counter
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Text
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@ind > \z@
+ \let \PTR@next = \PTR@process@text@box
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Persona
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \or \let \PTR@next = \PTR@process@persona@box
+% \end{macrocode}
+% b-SD
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \or \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@ind > \z@
+ \let \PTR@next = \PTR@process@bracketSD@box
+ \ifnum \PTR@box@ind = \PTR@box@line
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@DetachedSD \PTR@box@flags
+ \let \PTR@next = \PTR@process@detached@bracketSD@box
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@blank@line
+ \PTR@count@text@boxes
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@EmbeddedSD \PTR@box@flags
+ \else
+ \let \PTR@next = \PTR@process@detached@bracketSD@box
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Persona + b-SD
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \or \let \PTR@next = \PTR@process@persona@bracketSD@box
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Split
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \or \let \PTR@next = \PTR@process@split@box
+ \else
+ \PackageError {POETRY}
+ {This can't happen (3)}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+ \fi
+ \PTR@next
+ \advance \PTR@box@ind by \@ne
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Typeset the line}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Do not normalize line height
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifTXN@true@line@height
+\newcommand {\TrueLineHeight}{\TXN@true@line@heighttrue}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% True if the line overlaps the next line.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifPTR@backup
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@typeset@line {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@typeset@line
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check for a multisplit line
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifTXN@SpatiumEscEsc@noauto
+ \else
+ \PTR@check@multisplit
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Process |\auto| information.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \PTR@auto@update
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Insert SpatiumSupra, if any.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@SpatiumSupra@line
+ \else
+ \endgraf
+ \vskip -\baselineskip
+ \vskip \z@
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \PTR@SpatiumSupra@line
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Save the position of the text.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]shift}%
+ \xdef \PTR@previous@shift {\the\dimen@}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check if this the start of a strophe.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \PTR@text@width > \z@
+ \PTR@check@start@of@stropha
+ \xdef \PTR@lastskip {\z@}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifPTR@first@line
+ \global \PTR@first@linefalse
+ \ifTXN@CollectingIndexesData
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifTXN@index@first@lines
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@index@next@first@line
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PTR@process@first@line
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Update statistics
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifPTR@is@fragment
+ \else
+ \ifdim \PTR@text@width > \z@
+ \TXN@gincr \TXN@stats@versus@lines
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \TXN@stats@versus@longest < \wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \xdef \TXN@stats@versus@longest {\the\wd\PTR@box@full@line}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check if line needs folding
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \PTR@check@folding
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check for a pending [r] b-SD
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@r@bracketSD@ind
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = \PTR@r@bracketSD@ind \TXN@safe
+ \dimen@ = \wd\TXN@counter
+ \advance \dimen@ by \wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\DRM@SpatiumAnteBracketSD}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by \wd\z@
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > \TXN@measure
+ \else
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@process@R
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\z@
+ \dimen@@ = \TXN@measure
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\dimen@
+ \edef \PTR@hfill@right {\the\dimen@@}%
+ \setbox \PTR@box@full@line = \hbox {%
+ \hbox {\unhbox \PTR@box@full@line}%
+ \kern \dimen@@
+ \hbox {\unhbox \TXN@counter}}%
+ \def \PTR@r@bracketSD@ind {}%
+ \ifdim \PTR@text@width = \z@
+ \def \TXN@line@class {[}%
+ \else
+ \PTR@has@SDtrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Update statistics.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@excessus > \z@
+ \TXN@gincr \TXN@stats@versus@excessus@count
+ \ifdim \TXN@stats@versus@excessus@longest < \wd\PTR@box@excessus
+ \xdef \TXN@stats@versus@excessus@longest
+ {\the\wd\PTR@box@excessus}%
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \TXN@stats@versus@excessus@shortest > \wd\PTR@box@excessus
+ \xdef \TXN@stats@versus@excessus@shortest
+ {\the\wd\PTR@box@excessus}%
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@excessus < .75\PTR@em %
+ \TXN@Warning {The folded part of the line\MessageBreak
+ is less than .75em in width}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \dimen@ = \the\wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\PTR@textus@shift
+ \xdef \PreviousLineWidth {\the\dimen@}%
+ \ifdim \PreviousLineWidth > \MaxLineWidth
+ \xdef \MaxLineWidth {\PreviousLineWidth}%
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \PreviousLineWidth < \MinLineWidth
+ \xdef \MinLineWidth {\PreviousLineWidth}%
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \TXN@stats@versus@longest@print < \wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \xdef \TXN@stats@versus@longest@print
+ {\the \wd\PTR@box@full@line}%
+ \fi
+ \xdef \PreviousLineShift {\the\PTR@textus@shift}%
+ \ifdim \PreviousLineShift > \MaxLineShift \TXN@safe
+ \xdef \MaxLineShift {\PreviousLineShift}%
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \PreviousLineShift < \MinLineShift \TXN@safe
+ \xdef \MinLineShift {\PreviousLineShift}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the line margins.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \PTR@set@line@margins \PTR@box@full@line
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Generate the |\excessus|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@excessus > \z@
+ \TXN@attach@textus{\TXN@e}%
+ \ifTXN@leaders
+ \PTR@append {\kern \TXN@excessus@leaders\relax}%
+ \fi
+ \def \PTR@folded@line {0}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% This is necessary because uppercase letters carrying an accent have
+% a height greater than the design height for the font: they would stretch
+% the inter-line spacing, making the page \texttt{Underfull}.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \PTR@text@width > \z@
+ \ifTXN@true@line@height
+ \else
+ \ht\PTR@box@full@line = \PTR@strut@ht \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \fi
+%<*debug>
+ \ifPTR@showline
+ \showbox \PTR@box@full@line
+ \fi
+%</debug>
+ \ifPTR@has@SD
+ \ifdim \PTR@text@width = \z@
+ \def \TXN@line@class {[}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Attach |\textus| and |\numerus| objects
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@attach@textus{\z@}%
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers
+ \def \PTR@folded@line {}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% At last, we are ready to print the line.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifvoid \PTR@box@full@line
+ \else
+ \leavevmode
+ \PTR@line@to@page \PTR@box@full@line
+ \par
+ \fi
+ \def \TXN@line@class {}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If |\\| after |\persona| back up a line
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifPTR@backup
+ \PTR@backupfalse
+ \vskip -\baselineskip
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Add any requested space below this line.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \PTR@SpatiumInfra@line
+ \ifPTR@after@stropha
+ \ifnum \TXN@active@areas > \z@
+ \expandafter \global \expandafter
+ \let \csname TXN@area[\TXN@area@count]stropha\endcsname
+ = \PTR@SpatiumInfraStropham
+ \else
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \PTR@SpatiumInfraStropham
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check for a (still) pending [r] b-SD
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@r@bracketSD@ind
+ \else
+ \global \setbox \PTR@hbox = \hbox to \TXN@measure {%
+ \hfill \unhbox \PTR@r@bracketSD@ind}%
+ \def \TXN@line@class {[}%
+ \PTR@line@to@page \PTR@hbox
+ \def \TXN@line@class {}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the line margins.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@set@line@margins #1{%
+ \TXN@SimpleList \TXN@line@fields \z@
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]offset@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@leading@space \TXN@safe
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\unhcopy#1\unskip}%
+ \advance \dimen@@ by \wd\z@
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\the\dimen@,\the\dimen@@}%
+ \TXN@SimpleList@append \TXN@line@fields \TXN@temp
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{\textit{Assembling the line}}
+% \subsection{Process a text box}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@process@text@box {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@process@text@box
+ \ifdim \PTR@text@indent = \maxdimen
+ \PTR@set@text@indent
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@dim \PTR@textus@shift
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@dim \PTR@text@indent
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@macro \DRM@speech@lines
+ \ifPTR@speech@heading
+ \ifdim \PTR@textus@shift = \z@
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \PTR@text@indent \TXN@safe
+ \PTR@get@speech@indent \tw@
+ \advance \dimen@ by \PTR@speech@indent \TXN@safe
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\unhcopy \PTR@box@full@line\unskip}%
+ \ifdim \dimen@ < \wd\z@
+ \TXN@Warning* {The text overlaps the speech heading}%
+ \fi
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \PTR@append {\kern \dimen@}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \PTR@append {\kern \PTR@text@indent}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \PTR@split@skip > \z@
+ \PTR@process@text@box@split
+ \else
+ \PTR@append {\unhbox \PTR@box@ind}%
+ \fi
+ \PTR@text@width = \wd\PTR@box@full@line
+}
+\def \PTR@process@text@box@split {%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% This is a fragment (not the first) of a split line.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \PTR@is@fragmenttrue
+ \ifdim \PTR@SpatiumEscEsc@corr < \maxdimen
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The correction for a multi-split line is available; apply it.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \dimen@ = \PTR@split@skip
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \advance \dimen@ by \PTR@SpatiumEscEsc@corr
+ \PTR@append {\kern \dimen@ \unhbox \PTR@box@ind}%
+ \else
+ \ifdim \PTR@split@skip > \wd\PTR@box@full@line
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The first pass: collect information for a (possibly) multi-split line.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \setbox\z@ = \hbox {\TXN@SpatiumPostEscEsc}%
+ \dimen@ = \PTR@split@skip
+ \advance \dimen@ by \wd\z@
+ \advance \dimen@ by \wd\PTR@box@ind
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > \TXN@measure
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\TXN@measure
+ \dimen@@ = \dimen@
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\wd\z@
+ \dimen@ = \PTR@split@skip
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\dimen@@
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \PTR@split@skip
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \dimen@@ = \wd\z@
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+ \fi
+ \PTR@append {\kern \dimen@ \unhbox \PTR@box@ind}%
+ \ifnum \PTR@split@count > \z@
+ \advance \dimen@@ by \PTR@multisplit@spacing
+ \xdef \PTR@multisplit@spacing {\the\dimen@@}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We are already beyond the point at which the fragment should start
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \PTR@append {\unhbox \PTR@box@ind}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \else
+ \ifnum \PTR@multisplit@line > \z@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% This cannot be a multipslit line
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \xdef \PTR@multisplit@line {\z@}%
+ \gdef \PTR@split@count {\z@}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \global \PTR@next@split@skip = \z@skip
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Process a persona box}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@process@persona@box {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@process@persona@box
+ \PTR@process@persona@vertical@spacing
+ \xdef \DRM@speech@lines {\@ne}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% For |\00| we use the indentation for text.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \DRM@persona@first \DRM@persona@zero@zero
+ \xdef \DRM@speech@lines {\tw@}%
+ \setbox \PTR@box@ind = \null
+ \fi
+ \PTR@count@text@boxes
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \def \TXN@line@class {p}%
+ \fi
+ \PTR@get@speech@indent \empty
+ \PTR@append {\kern \PTR@speech@indent \unhbox \PTR@box@ind}%
+ \ifdim \TXN@leading@space = \maxdimen
+ \global \TXN@leading@space = \PTR@speech@indent \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@PersonaLeft \PTR@box@flags
+ \expandafter \PTR@process@persona@left
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Process a persona+b-SD box}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@process@persona@bracketSD@box {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@process@persona@bracketSD@box
+ \PTR@process@persona@vertical@spacing
+ \PTR@get@speech@indent \@ne
+ \ifdim \TXN@leading@space = \maxdimen
+ \global \TXN@leading@space = \PTR@speech@indent \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \dimen@ = \wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \advance \dimen@ by \wd\PTR@box@ind
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > \TXN@measure
+ \PTR@process@persona@bracketSD@box@overflow
+ \else
+ \PTR@has@SDtrue
+ \PTR@append {\kern \PTR@speech@indent\unhbox \PTR@box@ind}%
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@full@line > \TXN@measure
+ \PTR@reset@line
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@PersonaLeft \PTR@box@flags
+ \PTR@process@persona@left
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The SD does not fit in the line.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@process@persona@bracketSD@box@overflow {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@process@persona@bracketSD@box@overflow
+ \setbox \PTR@vbox = \vbox {%
+ \hsize = \TXN@measure
+ \hbadness = \@M
+ \hfuzz = \maxdimen
+ \parindent = \z@
+ \topskip = \z@
+ \DRM@FormaPersonae
+ \begingroup
+ \def \\{\hskip \z@ plus 1fil\penalty -10000\relax}%
+ \def \TXN@parm@ii {%
+ \DRM@SpatiumAnteBracketSD
+ \DRM@FaciesBracketSD {%
+ \strut \@nameuse {PTR@box@toks\the\PTR@box@ind}\strut}%
+ }%
+ \DRM@FaciesPersonae@first {\DRM@persona@first}{\TXN@parm@ii}%
+ \endgroup
+ \global \TXN@baselineskip = \baselineskip
+ \xdef \TXN@badness {\the\badness}%
+ \endgraf
+ \xdef \TXN@prevgraf {\the\prevgraf}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@badness < \badness
+ \xdef \TXN@badness {\the\badness}%
+ \fi
+ }%
+ \ifnum \TXN@badness < \@M
+ \else
+ \PTR@cannot@typeset@properly
+ \fi
+ \def \TXN@line@class {[}%
+ \TXN@counter = \@ne
+ \@whilenum \TXN@counter < \TXN@prevgraf \do{%
+ \setbox \tw@ = \vbox {%
+ \vbadness = \@M
+ \splittopskip = \z@
+ \global \setbox \@ne = \vsplit \PTR@vbox to \TXN@baselineskip
+ \global \setbox \PTR@vbox = \box \PTR@vbox
+ \unvbox \@ne \global \setbox \PTR@hbox = \lastbox
+ \global \setbox \PTR@hbox = \hbox to \TXN@measure {%
+ \kern \ifnum \TXN@counter = \@ne \PTR@speech@indent@one
+ \else \PTR@speech@indent@two\fi
+ \unhbox \PTR@hbox}%
+ }%
+ \PTR@set@line@margins \PTR@hbox
+ \TXN@attach@textus {\z@}%
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers
+ \leavevmode \PTR@line@to@page \PTR@hbox
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \@ne
+ }%
+ \unvbox \PTR@vbox \setbox \z@ = \lastbox
+ \setbox \PTR@box@full@line = \hbox {%
+ \kern \ifnum \TXN@counter = \@ne \PTR@speech@indent@one
+ \else \PTR@speech@indent@two \fi
+ \unhbox \z@}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@prevgraf = \@ne
+ \PTR@line@to@page \PTR@box@full@line
+ \setbox \PTR@box@full@line = \copy \voidb@x
+ \PTR@text@width = \z@skip
+ \else
+ \PTR@setSpatiumPostBracketSD
+ \fi
+ \PTR@has@SDtrue
+ \def \TXN@line@class {}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Set the spacing around persona.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@process@persona@vertical@spacing {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@process@persona@vertical@spacing
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \DRM@SpatiumSupraPersonam
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Any text on the line?
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \PTR@count@text@boxes
+% \end{macrocode}
+% No.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \global \let \PTR@SpatiumInfra@line = \DRM@SpatiumInfraPersonam
+ \fi
+}
+\def \PTR@process@persona@left {%
+ \ifdim \PTR@split@skip > \z@
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Any text on the line?
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \PTR@count@text@boxes
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Yes.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a > \z@
+ \global \setbox \PTR@hbox = \hbox to \TXN@measure {%
+ \unhbox \PTR@box@full@line \hss}%
+ \PTR@line@to@page \PTR@hbox
+ \endgraf
+ \PTR@get@speech@indent \tw@
+ \PTR@prepend {\kern \PTR@speech@indent}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \DRM@SpatiumInfraPersonam
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Process a b-SD box}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@process@bracketSD@box {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@process@bracketSD@box
+% \end{macrocode}
+% For a [r] b-SD we delay processing until the whole line has
+% been assembled: there may not be room for it in the line and
+% it may have to be moved to a line of its own.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RightSD \PTR@box@flags
+ \edef \PTR@r@bracketSD@ind {\number \PTR@box@ind}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter \PTR@process@bracketSD@box@bis
+ \fi
+}
+\def \PTR@process@bracketSD@box@bis {%
+ \ifnum \PTR@box@ind = \PTR@box@line
+ \ifdim \PTR@text@indent = \maxdimen
+ \PTR@set@text@indent
+ \fi
+ \PTR@append {\kern \PTR@text@indent}%
+ \fi
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@measure
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\wd\PTR@box@ind
+ \ifdim \dimen@ < \z@
+ \expandafter \PTR@process@bracketSD@overflow
+ \else
+ \expandafter \PTR@process@bracketSD@normal
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The normal case: a SD that fits in the line.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@process@bracketSD@normal {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@process@bracketSD@normal
+ \PTR@has@SDtrue
+% \end{macrocode}
+% If at the start of the line, do not generate the \textit{SpatiumAnte}.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@LeftSD \PTR@box@flags
+ \count@ = \PTR@box@ind
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \ifnum \count@ = \PTR@box@ind@afterlast
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@num {PTR@box@type\the\count@} = \PTR@box@text
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\unhbox \PTR@box@ind\DRM@SpatiumPostBracketSD}%
+ \setbox \count@ = \hbox {\kern -\wd\z@ \box \z@ \box \count@}%
+ \else
+ \PackageError {POETRY}
+ {A b-SD with the 'l' option must be immediately followed by text}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifnum \PTR@box@ind = \PTR@box@line
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoSpatiumAnte \PTR@box@flags
+ \else
+ \PTR@append {\unskip \DRM@SpatiumAnteBracketSD}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \PTR@append {\unhbox \PTR@box@ind}%
+ \PTR@has@SDtrue
+ \PTR@setSpatiumPostBracketSD
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% A SD that does not fit in the line.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@process@bracketSD@overflow {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@process@bracketSD@overflow
+ \global \setbox \PTR@vbox = \vbox {%
+ \parindent = \z@skip
+ \hsize = \TXN@measure
+ \hbadness = \@M
+ \hfuzz = \maxdimen
+ \topskip = \z@
+ \leavevmode
+ \ifPTR@speech@heading
+ \DRM@FormaPersonae
+ \kern -\TXN@leading@space
+ \xdef \TXN@gtemp {\PTR@speech@indent@one}%
+ \xdef \TXN@gtemp@bis {\PTR@speech@indent@two}%
+ \else
+ \hangafter \@ne
+ \hangindent = \PTR@text@indent
+ \gdef \TXN@gtemp {0pt}%
+ \xdef \TXN@gtemp@bis {\the\PTR@text@indent}%
+ \fi
+ \unhbox \PTR@box@full@line
+ \ifnum \PTR@box@ind > \PTR@box@line
+ \DRM@SpatiumAnteBracketSD
+ \fi
+ \begingroup
+ \def \\{\hskip \z@ plus 1fil\penalty -10000\relax}%
+ \DRM@FaciesBracketSD {%
+ \strut \@nameuse {PTR@box@toks\the\PTR@box@ind}\strut}%
+ \endgroup
+ \global \TXN@baselineskip = \baselineskip
+ \xdef \TXN@badness {\the\badness}%
+ \endgraf
+ \ifnum \TXN@badness < \badness
+ \xdef \TXN@badness {\the\badness}%
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@prevgraf {\the\prevgraf}%
+ }%
+ \ifnum \TXN@badness < \@M
+ \else
+ \PTR@cannot@typeset@properly
+ \fi
+ \def \TXN@line@class {[}%
+ \TXN@counter = \@ne
+ \@whilenum \TXN@counter < \TXN@prevgraf \do{%
+ \setbox\tw@ = \vbox{%
+ \vbadness = \@M
+ \splittopskip = \z@
+ \global \setbox \@ne = \vsplit \PTR@vbox to \TXN@baselineskip
+ \global \setbox \PTR@vbox = \box \PTR@vbox
+ \unvbox \@ne \global \setbox \PTR@hbox = \lastbox
+ \global \setbox \PTR@hbox = \hbox to \TXN@measure {%
+ \kern \ifnum \TXN@counter = \@ne \TXN@gtemp \else \TXN@gtemp@bis\fi
+ \unhbox \PTR@hbox}%
+ }%
+ \PTR@set@line@margins \PTR@hbox
+ \TXN@attach@textus {\z@}%
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers
+ \leavevmode \PTR@line@to@page \PTR@hbox
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \@ne
+ }%
+ \unvbox \PTR@vbox \setbox \z@ = \lastbox
+ \setbox \PTR@box@full@line = \hbox {%
+ \kern \ifnum \TXN@counter = \@ne \TXN@gtemp \else \TXN@gtemp@bis\fi
+ \unhbox \z@
+ }%
+ \PTR@setSpatiumPostBracketSD
+ \PTR@has@SDtrue
+ \def \TXN@line@class {}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Process a detached b-SD}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@process@detached@bracketSD@box {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@process@detached@bracketSD@box
+ \def \TXN@entity@code {[}%
+ \def \TXN@line@class {[}%
+ \edef \DRM@options@SD {\PTR@box@flags}%
+ \DRM@standalone@pre
+ \DRM@FaciesBracketSD {%
+ \@nameuse {PTR@box@toks\the\PTR@box@ind}}%
+ \DRM@standalone@post
+ \def \TXN@line@class {}%
+ \setbox \PTR@box@full@line = \copy \voidb@x
+ \PTR@text@width = \z@skip
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@setSpatiumPostBracketSD {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@setSpatiumPostBracketSD
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@NoSpatiumPost \PTR@box@flags
+ \else
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\DRM@SpatiumPostBracketSD}%
+ \dimen@ = \wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \advance \dimen@ by \wd\z@
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > \TXN@measure
+ \else
+ \PTR@append {\DRM@SpatiumPostBracketSD}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Process a `line split' box}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@process@split@box {%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Any more text on the line?
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \PTR@count@text@boxes
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a > \z@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Yes: this is an explicit text split.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \advance \PTR@box@ind by \@ne
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a > \@ne
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \if \TXN@num {PTR@box@type\the\PTR@box@ind} = \PTR@box@text
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PackageError {POETRY}
+ {Extraneous material after \protect\\}
+ {Only a single \protect\textus\space object may follow \protect\\}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Advancing the index terminates the main loop.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \setbox \PTR@box@excessus = \copy \PTR@box@ind
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% No: this is a verse fragment or a stand-alone |\persona|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Any text before the split?
+%
+% Yes: this is a verse fragment.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@b > \z@
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\unhcopy \PTR@box@full@line}%
+ \global \PTR@next@split@skip = \wd\z@
+ \global \advance \PTR@next@split@skip by \wd\PTR@box@ind
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% No: this is split after a stand-alone |\persona|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \PTR@backuptrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Count the text boxes}
+% Returns: in |\TXN@counter@a| the number of text boxes in the part
+% of the line starting at the current box (|\PTR@box@ind|), in
+% |\TXN@counter@b| the number of text boxes in the part of the line
+% before the current box.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@count@text@boxes {%
+ \TXN@counter = \PTR@box@line
+ \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \TXN@counter@b = \z@
+ \@whilenum \TXN@counter < \PTR@box@ind@afterlast \do{%
+ \if \TXN@num {PTR@box@type\the\TXN@counter} = \PTR@box@text
+ \advance
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \PTR@box@ind
+ \TXN@counter@a
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter@b
+ \fi
+ by \@ne
+ \fi
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \@ne
+ }%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Get the hanging indentation}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@get@speech@indent #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@get@speech@indent
+ \PTR@speech@indent = \z@skip
+ \ifTXN@withinDrama
+ \ifx \empty #1\relax
+ \TXN@counter = \DRM@speech@lines \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \TXN@counter = #1\relax
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \PTR@hangindent = \z@
+ \ifdim \PTR@parindent = \z@
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter = \@ne
+ \PTR@speech@indent = \PTR@parindent \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifdim \PTR@hangindent < \z@
+ \PackageError {POETRY}
+ {The package does not support\MessageBreak
+ negative values for \protect\hangindent}
+ {}%
+ \else
+ \ifnum \PTR@hangafter < \z@
+ \count@ = \PTR@hangafter \TXN@safe
+ \advance \count@ by \m@ne
+ \count@ = -\count@
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter < \count@
+ \PTR@speech@indent = \PTR@hangindent \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \PTR@hangafter \TXN@safe
+ \PTR@speech@indent = \PTR@hangindent \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@dim \PTR@speech@indent
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Get the stropha indentation}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@get@stropha@indent {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@get@stropha@indent
+ \PTR@stropha@indent = \z@skip
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@FormaStrophae
+ \else
+ \ifnum \PTR@stropha@break > \z@
+ \global \PTR@stropha@counter = \PTR@stropha@break \TXN@safe
+ \def \PTR@stropha@break {\z@}%
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \PTR@split@skip = \z@
+ \global \advance \PTR@stropha@counter by \@ne
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@FormaStrophae
+ \PTR@stropha@indent = \PTR@explicit@indent \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \ifnum \PTR@explicit@stropha = \z@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% After |\stropha [...]| the counter may be -1 on entry and 0 now.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \PTR@stropha@counter > \z@
+ \PTR@get@stropha@indent@bis
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \PTR@get@stropha@indent@bis
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Ignore the indentation except for `z'
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum -9999 = \TXN@indent \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \PTR@stropha@indent = \z@
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \advance \PTR@stropha@indent by \PTR@explicit@indent \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Account from the indentation forced by a Drop Cap.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \TXN@DropCap@lines = \z@
+ \else
+ \TXN@dim@a = \z@
+ \count@ = \TXN@DropCap@lines \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum \count@ < \z@
+ \count@ = -\count@
+ \xdef \PTR@DropCap@first@indent {\the\PTR@stropha@indent}%
+ \else
+ \advance \count@ by \m@ne
+ \TXN@get \TXN@DropCap@indent.\count@ \TXN@temp
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@FormaStrophae
+ \TXN@dim@a = \TXN@temp \TXN@safe
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by \PTR@DropCap@first@indent \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \ifnum -\@M = \TXN@indent \TXN@safe
+ \else
+ \TXN@dim@a = \TXN@temp \TXN@safe
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by \PTR@DropCap@first@indent \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@DropCap@lines {\the\count@}%
+ \ifdim \PTR@stropha@indent < \TXN@dim@a
+ \PTR@stropha@indent = \TXN@dim@a \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check if final line of a stropha.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@FormaStrophae
+ \else
+ \ifnum \PTR@stropha@counter = \PTR@stropha@length \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum \PTR@explicit@stropha > \z@
+ \global \advance \PTR@stropha@counter by \m@ne
+ \else
+ \ifnum \PTR@stropha@start > \z@
+ \global \PTR@stropha@counter = \PTR@stropha@start
+ \edef \PTR@stropha@start {-\PTR@stropha@start}%
+ \else
+ \count@ = \PTR@stropha@start \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum \count@ < \z@
+ \count@ = -\count@
+ \fi
+ \global \PTR@stropha@counter = \count@
+ \fi
+ \PTR@after@strophatrue
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@dim \PTR@stropha@indent
+}
+\def \PTR@get@stropha@indent@bis {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@get@stropha@indent@bis
+ \PTR@after@strophafalse
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@count [counter before]\PTR@stropha@counter
+ \@tempcnta = \PTR@stropha@counter
+ \begingroup
+ \gdef \TXN@indent{}%
+ \long \def \\##1{%
+ \TXN@NameList@check {##1}{\TXN@NameList@spatium}%
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta = \z@
+ \ifnum \PTR@stropha@counter = \PTR@stropha@length \TXN@safe
+ \xdef \PTR@SpatiumInfra@line {##1}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta = \@ne
+ \xdef \PTR@SpatiumSupra@line {##1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \m@ne
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta = \z@
+ \gdef \TXN@indent {##1}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ }%
+ \PTR@FormaStrophae
+ \endgroup
+ \ifx \TXN@indent \TXN@safe
+ \PackageError {POETRY}
+ {This can't happen (4).}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@indent
+ \PackageError {POETRY} {This can't happen (5).}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+ \fi
+ \ifnum -\@M = \TXN@indent \TXN@safe
+ \PTR@stropha@indent = \TXN@measure
+ \advance \PTR@stropha@indent by -\wd\PTR@box@ind
+ \divide \PTR@stropha@indent by \tw@
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \PTR@stropha@unit \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum -9999 = \TXN@indent \TXN@safe
+ \PTR@stropha@indent = \z@
+ \ifNewPage
+ \PTR@stropha@indent = \dimen@ \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \PTR@stropha@indent = \TXN@indent \dimen@ \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{\textit{Typesetting the line}}
+%
+% \subsection{Check for the start of a strophe}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@check@start@of@stropha {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@check@start@of@stropha
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifnum \PTR@explicit@stropha > \z@
+ \ifnum \PTR@explicit@stropha = \tw@
+ \def \PTR@explicit@stropha {1}%
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@FormaStrophae
+ \else
+ \count@ = \PTR@stropha@start \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum \count@ < \z@
+ \count@ = -\count@
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \PTR@save@stropha@counter = \count@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The null |\vskip| prevents the preceding |\vskip| being removed
+% by |\addvspace|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@FaciesStrophae
+ \ifdim \PTR@lastskip = \z@
+ \ifhmode
+ \endgraf
+ \vskip \prevdepth
+ \vskip -\baselineskip
+ \vskip \z@skip
+ \fi
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@SpatiumSupraStropham
+ \else
+ \TXN@spatium@vertical \PTR@SpatiumSupraStropham
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \endgraf
+ \vskip \prevdepth
+ \vskip -\baselineskip
+ \vskip \z@skip
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@withinFaciesStrophaetrue
+ \PTR@FaciesStrophae
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Check for line folding}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@check@folding {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@check@folding
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Get the maximum acceptable badness (if any) for the line after
+% folding
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \def \PTR@excessus@badness {}%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\@nameuse{TXN@textus[\TXN@e]flagsModus@\TXN@theFolio}}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@Justified \TXN@temp
+ \edef \PTR@excessus@badness
+ {\@nameuse {TXN@textus[\TXN@e]field@\TXN@theFolio}}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check if folding is requested / needed
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@excessus > \z@
+ \PTR@explicit@fold
+ \else
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@full@line > \TXN@measure
+ \ifdim \PTR@locus@excessus < \maxdimen
+ \PTR@automatic@fold
+ \else
+ \ifPTR@overfull@box
+ \else
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\unhcopy\PTR@box@full@line\unskip}%
+ \ifdim \wd\z@ > \TXN@measure
+ \dimen@ = \wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\TXN@measure
+ \TXN@Warning* {The line is too long (by \the\dimen@)\MessageBreak
+ (and you have not defined \space
+ \protect\Locus\space \protect\excessus)}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \wd\PTR@box@excessus > \z@
+ \setbox \PTR@box@full@line = \null
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Explicit folding.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@explicit@fold {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@explicit@fold
+ \ifdim \PTR@locus@excessus = \maxdimen
+ \PackageError {POETRY}
+ {You have requested line folding\MessageBreak
+ but you have not defined \space \protect\Locus\space
+ \protect\excessus}
+ {}%
+ \fi
+ \xdef \TXN@line@length {\the\wd\PTR@box@full@line}%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@excessus@badness
+ \else
+ \ifnum \PTR@excessus@badness = \m@ne
+ \else
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \def \PTR@folded@line {1}%
+ \TXN@attach@textus{\z@}%
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \begingroup
+ \hbadness \@M
+ \global \setbox \PTR@hbox = \hbox to \TXN@measure {%
+ \spaceskip .33\PTR@em plus 1fil\unhbox \PTR@box@full@line}%
+ \endgroup
+ \else
+ \global \setbox \PTR@hbox = \hbox to \TXN@measure {%
+ \unhbox \PTR@box@full@line \hss}%
+ \fi
+ \PTR@line@to@page \PTR@hbox
+ \endgraf
+ \penalty 1000\relax
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Automatic fold.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@automatic@fold {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@automatic@fold
+ \PTR@split@line \PTR@box@full@line \TXN@measure
+ \xdef \TXN@line@length {\the\wd\@ne}%
+ \TXN@sw@false
+ \ifnum \TXN@prevgraf > \tw@
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \else
+ \ifnum \TXN@prevgraf = \tw@
+ \TXN@dim@a = \ifdim \PTR@locus@excessus = \maxdimen
+ \z@
+ \else
+ \PTR@locus@excessus \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by \wd\tw@
+ \ifdim \TXN@dim@a > \TXN@measure
+ \TXN@sw@true
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@sw
+ \PTR@loong@line
+ \else
+ \def \PTR@folded@line {1}%
+ \leavevmode
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@excessus@badness
+ \xdef \PreviousLineWidth {\TXN@line@length}%
+ \ifdim \PreviousLineWidth > \MaxLineWidth
+ \xdef \MaxLineWidth {\PreviousLineWidth}%
+ \fi
+ \global \setbox \PTR@hbox = \hbox {\unhbox \@ne}%
+ \PTR@set@line@margins \PTR@hbox
+ \TXN@attach@textus {\z@}%
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@leadersfalse
+ \PTR@line@to@page \PTR@hbox
+ \endgroup
+ \endgraf
+ \else
+ \begingroup
+ \hbadness = \@M
+ \hfuzz = \maxdimen
+ \global \setbox \PTR@hbox = \hbox to \TXN@measure {%
+ \spaceskip = .33\PTR@em plus 1fill minus .22\PTR@em\relax
+ \unhcopy\@ne\unskip}%
+ \xdef \PreviousLineWidth {\the\TXN@measure}%
+ \ifdim \PreviousLineWidth > \MaxLineWidth
+ \xdef \MaxLineWidth {\PreviousLineWidth}%
+ \fi
+ \xdef \PTR@line@badness {\the\badness}%
+ \ifnum \PTR@excessus@badness = \m@ne
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]offset@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by \TXN@measure
+ \setbox \TXN@marginalia = \hbox to \z@ {%
+ \box \TXN@marginalia \kern \dimen@
+ \rlap{\ \tiny\upshape\PTR@line@badness}}%
+ \PTR@set@line@margins \PTR@hbox
+ \TXN@attach@textus {\z@}%
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers
+ \PTR@line@to@page \PTR@hbox
+ \else
+ \ifnum \PTR@excessus@badness < \PTR@line@badness
+ \TXN@Warning* {If justified, the line would have a badness of%
+ \MessageBreak
+ \PTR@line@badness, greater than the limit you have%
+ set (\number\PTR@excessus@badness)}%
+ \ifnum \TXN@warnings@level > \@ne
+ \advance \dimen@ by \TXN@measure
+ \setbox \TXN@marginalia = \hbox to \z@ {%
+ \box \TXN@marginalia \kern \dimen@
+ \rlap{\ \tiny\upshape\PTR@line@badness}}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \PTR@set@line@margins \PTR@hbox
+ \TXN@attach@textus {\z@}%
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers
+ \PTR@line@to@page \PTR@hbox
+ \fi
+ \endgraf
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+ \penalty 1000\relax
+ \setbox \PTR@box@excessus = \box \tw@
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Split a long line to be folded}
+% Split a line (in hbox |#1|) into two lines, the first of which has a width
+% not exceeding the value of |#2|. The two lines are in |\box1| and |\box2|.
+% On exit:
+% |\TXN@counter| the number of lines (may be \textgreater{} 2 for pathological lines)
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@split@line #1#2{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@split@line
+% \end{macrocode}
+% In |\TXN@dim@a| we put the offset of |\excessus| if the |\Locus| is
+% defined, otherwise |\z@|.
+% In |\TXN@@counter@a|, |\z@| if |\unhyphenated|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@dim@a = \ifdim \PTR@locus@excessus = \maxdimen
+ \z@
+ \else
+ \PTR@locus@excessus \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \TXN@counter@a = \@ne
+ \if \TXN@empty {TXN@textus[\TXN@e]flagsModus@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\@nameuse {TXN@textus[\TXN@e]flagsModus@\TXN@theFolio}}%
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@Unhyphenated \TXN@flags
+ \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \fi
+ \if \TXN@option \TXN@o@RangedRight \TXN@flags
+ \TXN@dim@a = \z@
+ \fi
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% First we must achieve a split.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \dimen@ = #2\relax
+ \dimen@@ = .5\PTR@em %
+ \xdef \TXN@prevgraf {\z@}%
+ \loop
+ \PTR@try@split@line #1\TXN@counter@a
+ \ifnum \TXN@prevgraf < \tw@
+ \advance \dimen@ by -.5em\relax
+ \repeat
+% \end{macrocode}
+% As overfull boxes cannot be detected, we must do all
+% checking ourselves and repeat the process until a satisfactory
+% spli is achieved.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \loop
+ \ifdim \wd\@ne > \dimen@
+ \advance \dimen@ by -.1em\relax
+ \PTR@try@split@line #1\TXN@counter@a
+ \repeat
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% To split the line, we typeset it a vbox with the width in |\dimen@|
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@try@split@line #1#2{%
+ \setbox \z@ = \vbox {%
+ \hsize \dimen@
+ \rightskip = \z@ plus \dimen@@
+ \parindent = \z@skip
+ \hbadness = \@M
+ \hfuzz = \maxdimen
+ \widowpenalty = \z@
+ \clubpenalty = \z@
+ \hyphenpenalty = \z@
+ \finalhyphendemerits = \z@
+ \ifnum #2 = \@ne
+ \pretolerance = 100\relax
+ \else
+ \pretolerance = \@M
+ \fi
+ \global \TXN@baselineskip = \baselineskip
+ \unhcopy #1\relax
+ \PTR@remove@hboxes
+ \endgraf
+ \xdef \TXN@prevgraf {\the \prevgraf}%
+ }%
+ \ifnum \TXN@prevgraf > \@ne
+ \ifnum \TXN@prevgraf = \tw@
+ \splittopskip = \z@skip
+ \dimen@ii = \ht\z@
+ \advance \dimen@ii by -\TXN@baselineskip
+ \global \setbox \@ne = \vsplit\z@ to \dimen@ii %
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We do all unboxing inside a throw-away box, to trap any stray pieces
+% which would otherwise migrate to the page.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \setbox \z@ = \vbox{%
+ \unvbox \@ne \unskip \global \setbox \@ne = \lastbox
+ \global \setbox \@ne = \hbox {\unhbox \@ne}%
+ \unvbox \z@ \unskip \unskip \unpenalty \setbox \z@ = \lastbox
+ \global \setbox \thr@@ = \hbox {\unhbox \z@}%
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by \wd\thr@@
+ \ifdim \TXN@dim@a > \TXN@measure
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We force the loop to stop (this is a loong line) and set the line
+% counter to a value > 2.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \wd\@ne = \z@
+ \xdef \TXN@prevgraf {\thr@@}%
+ \fi
+ }%
+ \setbox \tw@ = \box \thr@@
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We force the loop to stop (this is a loong line).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \wd \@ne = \z@
+ \fi
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We force the loop to continue.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \global \setbox \@ne = \hbox to 2\dimen@ {}%
+ \fi
+}
+\def \PTR@remove@hboxes {%
+ \setbox \z@ = \lastbox
+ \ifhbox \z@ {\PTR@remove@hboxes}\unhbox \z@ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Process a loong line}
+% We have a line of verse [sic] that will not fit in two physical lines.
+% We re-set it as a paragraph with hanging indentation.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@loong@line {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@loong@line
+ \ifdim \PTR@locus@excessus = \maxdimen
+ \PackageError {POETRY}
+ {A very long `line' cannot be typeset because\MessageBreak
+ \protect\Locus\space \protect\excessus\space is not on the left side}
+ {}%
+ \else
+ \TXN@dim@a = \PTR@locus@excessus \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \global \setbox \PTR@vbox = \vbox {%
+ \hsize = \TXN@measure
+ \hbadness = \@M
+ \hfuzz = \maxdimen
+ \parindent = \z@skip
+ \parskip = \z@skip
+ \topskip = \z@skip
+ \widowpenalty = \z@
+ \clubpenalty = \z@
+ \global \TXN@baselineskip = \baselineskip
+ \hangafter \@ne
+ \hangindent \TXN@dim@a
+ \unhbox \PTR@box@full@line
+ \xdef \TXN@badness {\the \badness}%
+ \endgraf
+ \xdef \TXN@prevgraf {\the \prevgraf}%
+ }%
+ \ifnum \TXN@badness < \@M
+ \xdef \PTR@loong@lines {\TXN@prevgraf}%
+ \xdef \PTR@loong@counter {1}%
+ \@whilenum \PTR@loong@lines > \@ne \do{%
+ \setbox\tw@ = \vbox {%
+ \vbadness = \@M
+ \splittopskip = \z@
+ \global \setbox \@ne = \vsplit \PTR@vbox to \TXN@baselineskip
+ \global \setbox \PTR@vbox = \box \PTR@vbox
+ \unvbox \@ne \global \setbox \PTR@hbox = \lastbox
+ }%
+ \global \setbox \PTR@hbox = \hbox to \TXN@measure {\hss\box\PTR@hbox}%
+ \edef \PTR@folded@line {\PTR@loong@counter}%
+ \PTR@set@line@margins \PTR@hbox
+ \TXN@attach@textus {\z@}%
+ \TXN@process@line@numbers
+ \PTR@line@to@page \PTR@hbox
+ \TXN@gincr \PTR@loong@counter
+ \TXN@gdecr \PTR@loong@lines
+ \ifnum \PTR@loong@lines > \@ne
+ \leavevmode
+ \fi
+ }%
+ \def \PTR@folded@line {0}%
+ \unvbox \PTR@vbox
+ \setbox \PTR@box@excessus = \lastbox
+ \else
+ \PTR@cannot@typeset@properly
+ \PTR@overfull@boxtrue
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Re-set the line}
+% Try typesetting the line again to fit the measure: the inter-word
+% glue may shrink enough to make this possible.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@reset@line {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@reset@line
+ \TXN@dim@a = \wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by -\TXN@measure
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Prevent an \texttt{Overfull box} message
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@counter = \hbadness
+ \TXN@dim@b = \hfuzz
+ \hbadness = \@M
+ \hfuzz = \maxdimen
+ \setbox \PTR@box@full@line = \hbox to \TXN@measure {%
+ \unhbox\PTR@box@full@line \unskip}%
+ \hbadness = \TXN@counter
+ \hfuzz = \TXN@dim@b
+ \TXN@counter = \badness
+ \setbox \z@ = \copy \PTR@box@full@line
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \hbadness
+ \TXN@dim@a = \wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by -\TXN@measure
+ \ifdim \TXN@dim@a = \z@
+ \PTR@cannot@typeset@properly
+ \setbox \PTR@box@full@line = \hbox to \TXN@measure {%
+ \unhbox\PTR@box@full@line \unskip}%
+ \else
+ \PTR@cannot@typeset@properly
+ \fi
+ \PTR@overfull@boxtrue
+ \fi
+ \PTR@count@text@boxes
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a > \z@
+ \PTR@line@to@page \PTR@box@full@line
+ \setbox \PTR@box@full@line = \copy \voidb@x
+ \PTR@text@width = \z@skip
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Move a line to the page}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@line@to@page #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@line@to@page
+ \ifnum \TXN@theTextus = \z@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Update area info
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \TXN@active@areas > \z@
+ \TXN@process@area@line@Versus {#1}%
+ \fi
+ \TXN@assign \dimen@ = {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]offset@\TXN@theFolio}%
+ \ifvbox #1\relax
+ \PackageError {POETRY} {This can't happen (6).}
+ {Please report the error to the author}%
+ \unvbox#1\relax
+ \else
+ \ifTXN@leaders
+ \dimen@@ = \TXN@leaders@width \TXN@safe
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox to \TXN@measure {\kern \dimen@\box#1%
+ \leaders \hbox to \dimen@@ {\hss.\hss}\hfill}%
+ \else
+ \setbox \z@ = \hbox {\kern \dimen@\box#1}%
+ \fi
+%<*debug>
+ \ifPTR@showline
+ \global \PTR@showlinefalse
+ \showbox \z@
+ \fi
+%</debug>
+ \begingroup
+ \hsize \linewidth
+ \ifvoid\TXN@marginalia \else \box \TXN@marginalia \fi \box\z@
+ \par
+ \endgroup
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifvoid\TXN@marginalia \else \box \TXN@marginalia \fi \box#1\relax
+ \fi
+ \ifx \PTR@box@full@line #1\relax
+ \PTR@text@width = \z@skip
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@set@text@indent {%
+ \ifPTR@speech@heading
+ \PTR@speech@indent = \z@skip
+ \else
+ \PTR@get@speech@indent \empty
+ \fi
+ \PTR@text@indent = \PTR@textus@shift
+ \advance \PTR@text@indent by \PTR@speech@indent \TXN@safe
+ \PTR@get@stropha@indent
+ \advance \PTR@text@indent by \PTR@stropha@indent \TXN@safe
+ \ifdim \TXN@leading@space = \maxdimen
+ \global \TXN@leading@space = \PTR@text@indent \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Multi-split lines}
+%
+% The number of splits (number of fragments - 1).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \PTR@split@count {0}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The input line number for the line at which the first split occurs.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \PTR@multisplit@line {0}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Collect information about the multi-split}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@check@multisplit {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@check@multisplit
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \ifnum \inputlineno = \PTR@multisplit@line \TXN@safe
+ \xdef \PTR@SpatiumEscEsc@corr {-\PTR@multisplit@delta}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \ifPTR@is@fragment
+% \end{macrocode}
+% An intermediate (not the initial) fragment.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \PTR@next@split@skip > \z@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Not the last fragment.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \else
+ \ifnum \PTR@split@count = \z@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The first intermediate fragment. |\PTR@multisplit@spacing| will hold
+% the sum of all fragment lengths minus the text measure;
+% |\PTR@multisplit@line| records the position at which the multi-split
+% starts. |\PTR@split@count| counts the inter-fragment `holes'.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \gdef \PTR@multisplit@spacing {\z@}%
+ \ifnum \PTR@multisplit@line = \z@
+ \xdef \PTR@multisplit@line {\the\inputlineno}%
+ \else
+ \gdef \PTR@split@count {\@ne}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Not the first intermediate fragment: just increment the count.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@gincr \PTR@split@count
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The last fragment.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifnum \PTR@split@count = \z@
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \wd\PTR@box@full@line
+ \dimen@@ = \PTR@multisplit@spacing \TXN@safe
+ \advance \dimen@ by \dimen@@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The line does not fit in the text measure. We write a line to
+% .aux containing the macro |\PTR@multisplit| with two arguments:
+% the input line number at which the multisplit starts and the
+% value that should be used for spacing between fragments.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > \TXN@measure
+ \TXN@gincr \PTR@split@count
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\TXN@measure
+ \divide \dimen@ by \PTR@split@count \TXN@safe
+ \advance \dimen@ by \ifdim \dimen@ < \z@ -\fi 1sp %
+ \protected@write \@auxout {}{%
+ \string\PTR@multisplit
+ {\PTR@multisplit@line}{\the\dimen@}}%
+ \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@reason \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@split
+ \fi
+ \gdef \PTR@split@count {0}%
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \PTR@SpatiumEscEsc@corr < \maxdimen
+ \xdef \PTR@SpatiumEscEsc@corr {\the\maxdimen}%
+ \PTR@multisplit@next
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Possibly the first fragment.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \PTR@text@width > \z@
+ \ifdim \PTR@next@split@skip > \z@
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% It is the first fragment.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \xdef \PTR@multisplit@line {\the\inputlineno}%
+ \fi
+ \else
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Not a split line: clear the count.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \gdef \PTR@split@count {0}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Process the information about the multi-split}
+%
+% As the .aux file is read in, on the second pass, the information
+% (input line number/the excess length) is recorded in control
+% sequences of the form |\PTR@multisplit|\textit{nn}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \PTR@multisplit@cs {0}%
+\def \PTR@multisplit #1#2{%
+ \TXN@gincr \PTR@multisplit@cs
+ \TXN@gdef {PTR@multisplit\PTR@multisplit@cs}{{#1}{#2}}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% For the run through .aux at the end of the first pass.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\AtEndDocument{\let \PTR@multisplit \@gobbletwo}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Fetch the next linenumber/spacing pair from the macro (if
+% any) created during the run through .aux at the start of the
+% second pass (|\PTR@multisplit|\textit{nn}).
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@multisplit@next {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@multisplit@next
+ \TXN@gincr \PTR@multisplit@cs
+ \if \TXN@relax {PTR@multisplit\PTR@multisplit@cs}%
+ \gdef \PTR@multisplit@line {0}%
+ \gdef \PTR@multisplit@delta {\z@}%
+ \else
+ \expandafter
+ \PTR@multisplit@get \csname PTR@multisplit\PTR@multisplit@cs\endcsname
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@multisplit@get #1{%
+ \expandafter \PTR@multisplit@get@bis #1\relax
+}
+\def \PTR@multisplit@get@bis #1#2{%
+ \gdef \PTR@multisplit@line {#1}%
+ \gdef \PTR@multisplit@delta {#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{The \texttt{\char`\\auto} option}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\newif \ifPTR@auto@no
+\newif \ifPTR@auto@explicit
+\newskip \PTR@auto@textwidth
+\def \PTR@auto@mode {}%
+\def \PTR@auto@count {0}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Stepped up for each |\versus| |\endversus| pair.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\gdef \PTR@versus@count {1}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{On entry to \textit{Versus}}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@auto@setup {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@auto@setup
+%<debug> \TXN@trace@macro \PTR@versus@count
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \@ne
+% \end{macrocode}
+% First pass: start the mechanism.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@reason \TXN@run@LaTeX@again@auto
+ \PTR@auto@textwidth = \z@skip
+ \def \PTR@auto@count {0}%
+ \def \auto {\unskip \global \PTR@auto@explicittrue}%
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \tw@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Second pass: set the \texttt{textus} shift.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \def \auto {}%
+ \PTR@auto@fetch {\PTR@versus@count}%
+ \TXN@dim@a = \dimen@
+ \TXN@dim@b = \dimen@@
+ \PTR@auto@check@delta
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@measure
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\TXN@dim@a
+ \divide \dimen@ by \tw@
+ \ifdim \dimen@ < \z@
+ \dimen@ = \z@
+ \TXN@PackageWarningNoLine {POETRY}
+ {Input line \number\inputlineno: \MessageBreak
+ The \@backslashchar textus shift set by \@backslashchar Locus
+ {\@backslashchar auto} (or {\@backslashchar Auto})\MessageBreak
+ is negative. Replaced by a null shift of 0pt}
+ \fi
+ \TXN@edef {TXN@textus[\TXN@theTextus]shift}{\the\dimen@}%
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Update \texttt{\char`\\auto} information}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@auto@update {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@auto@update
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@auto@mode
+ \else
+ \expandafter \PTR@auto@update@bis
+ \fi
+}
+\def \PTR@auto@update@bis {%
+ \ifPTR@auto@explicit
+ \PTR@auto@textwidth = \PTR@text@width
+ \global \PTR@auto@explicitfalse
+ \if a\PTR@auto@mode
+ \def \PTR@auto@mode {A}%
+ \else
+ \if m\PTR@auto@mode
+ \def \PTR@auto@mode {M}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \if m\PTR@auto@mode
+ \ifdim \PTR@text@width > \PTR@auto@textwidth
+ \PTR@auto@textwidth = \PTR@text@width
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \if a\PTR@auto@mode
+ \count@ = \PTR@auto@count \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum \count@ > \tw@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% We ignore very short lines to avoid skewing the mean.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \dimen@ = \PTR@auto@textwidth
+ \divide \dimen@ by \count@
+ \dimen@ = .75\dimen@
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = \z@
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% The maximum legal dimensione is 5.7583 metres.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \ifdim \PTR@auto@textwidth < 550cm\relax
+ \ifdim \PTR@text@width > \dimen@
+ \advance \PTR@auto@textwidth by \PTR@text@width
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \edef \PTR@auto@count {\the\count@}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{On exit from \textit{Versus}}
+%
+% Record the information on .aux
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@auto@record {%
+ \ifx \empty \PTR@auto@mode
+ \else
+ \expandafter \PTR@auto@record@bis
+ \fi
+}
+\def \PTR@auto@record@bis {%
+ \TXN@counter@a = \PTR@versus@count
+ \if a\PTR@auto@mode
+ \count@ = \PTR@auto@count \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum \count@ = \z@
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Someone wrote |\versus \endversus|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \else
+ \divide \PTR@auto@textwidth by \count@
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \let \auto = \PTR@save@auto@def
+ \ifnum \TXN@pass = \@ne
+ \TXN@dim@a = \TXN@auto@delta \TXN@safe
+ \protected@write\@auxout{}{\string\PTR@auto
+ {\the\TXN@counter@a}%
+ {{\the\PTR@auto@textwidth}%
+ {\the\TXN@dim@a}}%
+ }%
+ \fi
+ \advance \TXN@counter@a by \@ne
+ \xdef \PTR@versus@count {\the\TXN@counter@a}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Restore the standard values that were overwritten at an explicit
+% |\auto|.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if A \PTR@auto@mode
+ \def \PTR@auto@mode {a}%
+ \else
+ \if M \PTR@auto@mode
+ \def \PTR@auto@mode {m}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \subsection{Process the \texttt{\char`\\auto} information}
+%
+% At the start of the second pass, as .aux is read in, a control
+% sequence of the form |\PTR@|\textit{n}|@| records, for the
+%\textit{n}-th \textit{Versus} domain, the following information:\\
+% 1) The average (for |\auto|) or maximum (for |\Auto|) line length;\\
+% 2) The `delta' value used for comparison with the alignment of
+% the previous two domains.
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@auto #1#2{%
+ \TXN@gdef {PTR@#1@}{#2}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Get the auto information for the |#1|-th domain.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@auto@fetch #1{%
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\@nameuse{PTR@#1@}}%
+ \expandafter \PTR@auto@fetch@bis \TXN@temp
+}
+\def \PTR@auto@fetch@bis #1#2{%
+ \dimen@ = #1\relax
+ \dimen@@ = #2\relax
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Compare the \texttt{textus} shift for this domain to the shift for the
+% previous two domains; if the difference is less than `delta', use
+% the previous shift.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@auto@check@delta {%
+ \TXN@counter = \PTR@versus@count \TXN@safe
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \@ne
+ \TXN@counter@a = \tw@
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter = \tw@
+ \TXN@counter@a = \@ne
+ \fi
+ \loop
+ \advance \TXN@counter@a by \m@ne
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \m@ne
+ \PTR@auto@fetch {\the\TXN@counter}%
+ \dimen@@ = \dimen@
+ \advance \dimen@@ by -\TXN@dim@a
+ \ifdim \dimen@@ < \z@
+ \dimen@@ = -\dimen@@
+ \fi
+ \ifdim .5\dimen@@ < \TXN@dim@b
+ \TXN@dim@a = \dimen@
+ \TXN@xdef {PTR@\PTR@versus@count @}%
+ {{\the\TXN@dim@a}{\the\TXN@dim@b}}%
+ \TXN@counter@a = \z@
+ \fi
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter@a > \z@
+ \repeat
+ \fi
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{The index of first lines}
+%
+% The first line is fetched from the source file. Two streams
+% are opened on the file and are read in parallel: on the first
+% the line is read with all punctuation characters made inactive
+% (the line is used to build the sort key) while on the second
+% it is read with punctuation characters keeping their
+% current |\catcode|, which may be |\active| (the line is printed
+% `as is' in the index).
+%
+% On both files, the lines preceding the line to be fetched are
+% read after setting the |\catcode| for braces to `other'. This
+% is necessary because some lines almost certainly contain unbalanced
+% braces.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@process@first@line {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@process@first@line
+ \TXN@get@page@column {\TXNl@linenumber}%
+ \TXN@toks@a = {}%
+ \TXN@toks@b = {}%
+ \ifTXN@index@next@first@line
+ \TXN@toks@b = \expandafter {\TXN@index@pending@key}%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Skip preceding lines in the source file
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \TXN@counter = \inputlineno
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \m@ne
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \PTR@fl@count < \TXN@counter
+ \begingroup
+ \catcode`\{=12
+ \catcode`\}=12
+ \catcode`\^^M=5
+ \def \^^M{}%
+ \global \advance \PTR@fl@count by \@ne
+ \global \read \PTR@fl to \PTR@fl@line
+ \global \read \PTR@fl@bis to \PTR@fl@line@bis
+ \endgroup
+ \repeat
+ \PTR@read@first@line
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@read@first@line {%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@read@first@line
+ \def \TXN@flags {l}%
+ \begingroup
+ \catcode`!=12
+ \catcode`?=12
+ \catcode`;=12
+ \catcode`:=12
+ \catcode`.=12
+ \catcode`,=12
+ \catcode`"=12
+ \catcode``=12
+ \catcode`'=12
+ \catcode`\^^M=5
+ \def \^^M{}%
+ \global \read \PTR@fl to \PTR@fl@line
+ \endgroup
+ \begingroup
+ \catcode`\^^M=5
+ \def \^^M{}%
+ \global \read \PTR@fl@bis to \PTR@fl@line@bis
+ \endgroup
+ \PTR@write@index@file
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@write@index@file {%
+ \global \advance \PTR@fl@count by \@ne
+ \TXN@make@sort@key {\PTR@fl@line}%
+ \toks@ = \expandafter {\PTR@fl@line@bis}%
+ \PTR@check@line@fragment {\the\toks@}%
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+
+ \ifx \@undefined \TXN@index@numeri@l
+ \xdef \TXN@index@numeri@l {}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@index@first@lines
+ \immediate \write \TXN@idy {%
+ {\the\TXN@toks@a\the\toks@i}{\the\toks@}%
+ {\TXN@flags}{\TXN@page@number}{\TXN@index@numeri@l}}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@index@next@first@line
+ \ifx \empty \TXN@index@pending
+ \else
+ \PTR@write@index@pending
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\toks@ = {\hskip 1em\relax\the\toks@}}%
+ \TXN@temp
+ \fi
+ \immediate \write \TXN@idy {%
+ {\the\TXN@toks@b\the\toks@i}{\the\toks@}%
+ {\TXN@flags+}{\TXN@page@number}%
+ {\TXN@index@numeri@l}%
+ }%
+ \fi
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Write all line fragments
+% \begin{macrocode}
+ \if \TXN@option *\TXN@flags
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\TXN@toks@a = {\the\TXN@toks@a\the\toks@i}}%
+ \TXN@temp
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\TXN@toks@b = {\the\TXN@toks@b\the\toks@i}}%
+ \TXN@temp
+ \expandafter \PTR@read@first@line
+ \else
+ \global \TXN@index@next@first@linefalse
+ \fi
+}
+\def \PTR@write@index@pending {%
+ \expandafter \PTR@write@index@pending@bis \TXN@index@pending
+}
+\def \PTR@write@index@pending@bis #1#2#3#4#5{%
+ \immediate \write \TXN@idy {%
+ {\the\TXN@toks@b\the\toks@i}{#2}{#3}{#4}{#5}}%
+ \gdef \TXN@index@pending {}%
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Check for a line fragment (|\\| at the end of the line)
+% If so, set the '*' flag.
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@check@line@fragment #1{%
+%<debug> \TXN@trace \PTR@check@line@fragment
+ \count@ = \z@
+ \@tempcnta = \z@
+ \expandafter \PTR@check@line@fragment@bis #1\TXN@nil
+}
+% \end{macrocode}
+% Is |\\| the last token ?
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@check@line@fragment@bis #1{%
+ \let \next = \PTR@check@line@fragment@bis
+ \ifx \TXN@nil #1\relax
+ \ifnum \count@ > \z@
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta = \count@
+ \edef \TXN@flags {\TXN@flags*}%
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \let \next = \relax
+ \else
+ \ifx \\#1\relax
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \@ne
+ \count@ = \@tempcnta
+ \else
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \@ne
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \next
+}
+%<*debug>
+% \end{macrocode}
+% \section{Debugging code}
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\def \PTR@do@showboxes {%
+ \begingroup
+ \fontfamily{cmr}\selectfont
+ \hbadness = \@M \hfuzz=\maxdimen
+ \count@ = \PTR@box@line
+ \advance \PTR@box@ind by \@ne
+ \loop
+ \ifnum \count@ < \PTR@box@ind
+ [%
+ \expandafter \ifcase \csname PTR@box@type\the\count@\endcsname
+ t\or p\or b\or pb\or s\else ?\fi
+ \if \TXN@empty {PTR@box@flags\the\count@}%
+ \else
+ \edef \TXN@temp {\csname PTR@box@flags\the\count@\endcsname}%
+ \ \texttt{\TXN@temp}%
+ \fi
+ ] %
+ (\the\wd\count@) %
+ \if \TXN@num {PTR@box@type\the\count@} = \PTR@box@split
+ \else
+ /\copy\count@/%
+ \fi
+ \advance \count@ by \@ne
+ \endgraf
+ \repeat
+ \endgroup
+}
+\newif \ifPTR@showline
+\def \PTRshowline {\global \PTR@showlinetrue}
+% \end{macrocode}
+%
+% \begin{macrocode}
+\global \let \PTR@showboxes = \relax
+\def \PTRshowboxes #1{%
+ \ifx +#1\relax
+ \global \let \PTR@showboxes = \PTR@do@showboxes
+ \else
+ \global \let \PTR@showboxes = \relax
+ \fi
+}
+%</debug>
+% \end{macrocode}
+%% \Finale
+%
+\endinput
diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/technica.ins b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/technica.ins
new file mode 100644
index 0000000000..9de00385a3
--- /dev/null
+++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/technica.ins
@@ -0,0 +1,21 @@
+\input docstrip
+\keepsilent
+\preamble
+
+Copyright Gianfranco Boggio-Togna 2006
+
+For conditions on distribution, modification and use
+of this file refer to the original source file.
+
+\endpreamble
+\askforoverwritefalse
+\generate{%
+ \file{TEXNIKA.sty}{\from{TEXNIKA.dtx}{}}
+ \file{poetry.sty}{\from{poetry.dtx}{}}
+ \file{drama.sty}{\from{drama.dtx}{}}
+}
+\endbatchfile
+
+
+
+
diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/txndrop.sty b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/txndrop.sty
new file mode 100644
index 0000000000..cc2140c5a7
--- /dev/null
+++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/txndrop.sty
@@ -0,0 +1,179 @@
+% The code in this package comes from version 1.4b of the package
+% "lettrine" by Daniel Flipo, with modifications to adapt it to
+% the special environment of Technica domains and to reduce
+% the amount of TeX resources used.
+%
+% The current version of "lettrine" is available on CTAN at
+% tex-archive/macros/latex/contrib/lettrine
+%
+% The package is NOT a replacement for "lettrine" and cannot be used
+% indipendently of the Technica suite.
+%
+% Copyright Gianfranco Boggio-Togna 2006
+%
+% This program may be distributed and/or modified under the
+% conditions of the LaTeX Project Public License, either version~1.2
+% of this license or (at your option) any later version.
+% The latest version of this license is in
+% http://www.latex-project.org/lppl.txt
+% and version 1.2 or later is part of all distributions of LaTeX
+% version 1999/12/01 or later.
+%
+% This program consists of the file txndrop.sty
+%
+\NeedsTeXFormat{LaTeX2e}[1994/11/04]
+\ProvidesPackage{txndrop} [2006/10/15 Technica]
+\def \DropCapDefaultLines {2}
+\def \DropCapDefaultLoversize {0}
+\def \DropCapDefaultLraise {0}
+\def \DropCapDefaultLhang {0}
+\def \DropCapDefaultFindent {\z@}
+\def \DropCapDefaultNindent {0.5em}
+\def \DropCapDefaultSlope {\z@}
+\chardef \TXNd@letter = 1\relax
+\chardef \TXNd@text = 3\relax
+\def \TXNd@hang {}
+\def \TXNd@oversize {}
+\def \TXNd@raise {}
+\def \TXNd@ante {}
+\def \DropCapTextFont {\scshape}
+\def \TXNd@DropCap@height {%
+ \@tempdima = \baselineskip
+ \dimen@ = \TXN@counter \@tempdima
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter > \@ne
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\@tempdima
+ \fi
+ \global \setbox \TXNd@text = \hbox {\DropCapTextFont x}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by \ht\TXNd@text
+ \advance \dimen@ by \TXNd@oversize\dimen@
+ \edef \TXNd@height {\the\dimen@\relax}%
+}
+\def \DropCapFontHook {}
+\def \DropCapFont {%
+ \TXNd@DropCap@height
+ \global \setbox \TXNd@text = \hbox {%
+ \DropCapFontHook\fontsize{\TXNd@height}{\TXNd@height}\selectfont X}%
+ \@tempcntb =\ht\TXNd@text
+ \dimen@ = \TXNd@height \relax
+ \@tempcnta = \dimen@
+ \multiply \@tempcnta by 100\relax
+ \divide \@tempcntb by 100\relax
+ \divide \@tempcnta by \@tempcntb
+ \advance \@tempcnta by -9999\relax
+ \ifnum \@tempcnta > \z@
+ \def \TXN@temp {1.\the\@tempcnta}%
+ \else
+ \def \TXN@temp {1}%
+ \fi
+ \DropCapFontHook
+ \dimen@ = \TXNd@height \relax
+ \fontsize{\TXN@temp\dimen@}{\TXN@temp\dimen@}%
+ \selectfont
+}
+\newcommand {\DropCapFontEPS} {%
+ \TXNd@DropCap@height
+ \dimen@ = \TXNd@height \relax
+ \includegraphics[height=\dimen@]%
+}
+
+\define@key{TXNd}{lines}{\TXN@counter = #1\relax}
+\define@key{TXNd}{lhang}{\edef \TXNd@hang {#1}}
+\define@key{TXNd}{loversize}{\edef \TXNd@oversize {#1}}
+\define@key{TXNd}{lraise}{\edef \TXNd@raise {#1}}
+\define@key{TXNd}{ante}{\edef \TXNd@ante {#1}}
+\define@key{TXNd}{findent}{\edef \TXNd@Findent {#1}}
+\define@key{TXNd}{nindent}{\edef \TXNd@Nindent {#1}}
+\define@key{TXNd}{slope}{\edef \TXNd@slope {#1}}
+
+\newcommand {\TXNd@DropCap} [3][] {%
+ \begingroup
+ \TXN@counter = \DropCapDefaultLines \relax
+ \edef \TXNd@hang {\DropCapDefaultLhang}%
+ \edef \TXNd@oversize {\DropCapDefaultLoversize}%
+ \edef \TXNd@raise {\DropCapDefaultLraise}%
+ \edef \TXNd@ante {}%
+ \edef \TXNd@Findent {\DropCapDefaultFindent}%
+ \edef \TXNd@Nindent {\DropCapDefaultNindent}%
+ \edef \TXNd@slope {\DropCapDefaultSlope}%
+ \setkeys {TXNd} {#1}%
+ \global \setbox\TXNd@letter = \hbox {\DropCapFont #2}%
+ \global \setbox\TXNd@text = \hbox {\DropCapTextFont #3}%
+ \@tempdima = \baselineskip
+ \ifnum \TXN@counter = \@ne
+ \dimen@ = \ht\TXNd@letter
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\ht\TXNd@text
+ \def \TXNd@lraise {\z@}%
+ \else
+ \dimen@ = -\TXN@counter\@tempdima
+ \advance \dimen@ by \@tempdima
+ \setbox \@tempboxa = \hbox {\DropCapTextFont x}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\ht\@tempboxa
+ \edef \TXNd@lraise {-\TXNd@raise\dimen@}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by \TXNd@lraise \relax
+ \advance \dimen@ by \ht\TXNd@letter
+ \TXN@dim@a = \TXNd@lraise \relax
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by -\TXN@counter\@tempdima
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by \@tempdima
+ \edef \TXNd@lraise {\the\TXN@dim@a}%
+ \fi
+ \ifdim \dimen@ > 0.2\p@
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \else
+ \vskip \dimen@ \TXN@safe
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \dimen@ = \wd\TXNd@letter
+ \advance \dimen@ by -\TXNd@hang\wd\TXNd@letter
+ \setbox\@tempboxa = \hbox {\TXNd@ante}%
+ \advance \dimen@ by \wd\@tempboxa
+ \advance \dimen@ by \TXNd@Findent \relax
+ \TXN@dim@b = \TXN@measure
+ \advance \TXN@dim@b by -\dimen@
+ \dimen@@ = \TXNd@Nindent \relax
+ \advance \dimen@@ by \dimen@
+ \TXN@dim@a = \TXN@measure
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by -\dimen@@
+ \advance \TXN@counter by \@ne
+ \edef \TXNd@Pindent {\the\dimen@}%
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \xdef \TXNd@parshape {%
+ \the\TXN@counter\space \the\dimen@\space \the\TXN@dim@b}%
+ \@tempcnta = \tw@
+ \@whilenum \@tempcnta < \TXN@counter \do {%
+ \xdef \TXNd@parshape {%
+ \space\TXNd@parshape\space \the\dimen@@\space \the\TXN@dim@a}%
+ \advance \dimen@@ by \TXNd@slope \relax
+ \advance \TXN@dim@a by -\TXNd@slope \relax
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \@ne
+ }%
+ \xdef \TXNd@parshape {\TXNd@parshape \z@ \the\TXN@measure}%
+ \fi
+ \ifTXN@withinVersus
+ \gdef \TXN@DropCap@indent {}%
+ \@tempcnta = \tw@
+ \@tempcntb = \@ne
+ \@whilenum \@tempcnta < \TXN@counter \do {%
+ {\let \\=\relax
+ \xdef \TXN@DropCap@indent {\TXN@DropCap@indent\\{\the\dimen@@}}%
+ }%
+ \advance \dimen@@ by \TXNd@slope \relax
+ \xdef \TXN@DropCap@lines {-\the\@tempcntb}%
+ \advance \@tempcnta by \@ne
+ \advance \@tempcntb by \@ne
+ }%
+ \fi
+ \global \setbox \TXNd@letter = \hbox to \TXNd@Pindent {%
+ \hss \TXNd@ante \raise \TXNd@lraise \box\TXNd@letter
+ \hskip \TXNd@Findent\relax}%
+ \global \ht \TXNd@letter = \z@
+ \global \dp \TXNd@letter = \z@
+ \global \ht \TXNd@text = \z@
+ \global \dp \TXNd@text = \z@
+ \endgroup
+ \noindent \leavevmode
+ \ifTXN@withinProsa
+ \parshape = \TXNd@parshape
+ \kern -\wd\TXNd@letter
+ \fi
+ \box\TXNd@letter \box \TXNd@text
+}
diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/txnline.sty b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/txnline.sty
new file mode 100644
index 0000000000..04f201c145
--- /dev/null
+++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/txnline.sty
@@ -0,0 +1,178 @@
+\NeedsTeXFormat{LaTeX2e}[1994/11/04]
+\ProvidesPackage{txnline} [2006/10/15 Technica]
+%
+% Most of the code in this package comes from version 3.10a of the
+% package "lineno" by Stephan I. B\"ottcher. The current version of
+% "lineno" is available on CTAN at tex-archive/macros/latex/contrib/lineno
+%
+% The package is NOT a replacement for "lineno": for one thing, it does
+% not ever print a line number.
+%
+% Copyright Gianfranco Boggio-Togna 2006
+%
+% This program may be distributed and/or modified under the
+% conditions of the LaTeX Project Public License, either version~1.2
+% of this license or (at your option) any later version.
+% The latest version of this license is in
+% http://www.latex-project.org/lppl.txt
+% and version 1.2 or later is part of all distributions of LaTeX
+% version 1999/12/01 or later.
+%
+% This program consists of the file txnline.sty
+%
+\def \TXNl@linenopenalty {-100000\relax}
+\mathchardef \TXNl@linenopenaltypar = 32000
+
+\newcount \TXNl@linenumber
+\global \TXNl@linenumber = \@ne
+
+\newcount \TXNl@linenumber@par
+\global \TXNl@linenumber@par = \z@
+
+\def \TXNl@lineate #1{%
+ \ifx #1\relax
+ \par
+ \ifx \TXNl@UserProcessLine \@gobble
+ \else
+ \let \TXNl@UserProcessLine = \@gobble
+ \TXNl@nolinenumbers
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \ifx \TXNl@UserProcessLine \@gobble
+ \let \TXNl@UserProcessLine = #1\relax
+ \TXNl@linenumbers
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+
+\let \TXNl@output = \output
+\newtoks \output
+\output = \expandafter{\the\TXNl@output}
+
+\TXNl@output = {%
+ \TXNl@LineNoTest
+ \if@tempswa
+ \ifnum \holdinginserts = \thr@@
+ \@tempswafalse
+ \fi
+ \if@tempswa
+ \the\output
+ \ifnum \holdinginserts = -\thr@@
+ \global \holdinginserts = \thr@@
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \global \holdinginserts = -\thr@@
+ \unvbox \@cclv
+ \ifnum \outputpenalty = \@M
+ \else
+ \penalty \outputpenalty
+ \fi
+ \fi
+ \else
+ \TXNl@ProcessLine
+ \fi
+}
+
+\def \TXNl@LineNoTest {%
+ \let \@@par = \@@@par
+ \ifnum \interlinepenalty < -\TXNl@linenopenaltypar
+ \advance \interlinepenalty by -\TXNl@linenopenalty
+ \TXNl@nobreaktrue
+ \fi
+ \@tempswatrue
+ \ifnum \outputpenalty > -\TXNl@linenopenaltypar
+ \else
+ \ifnum \outputpenalty > -188000\relax
+ \@tempswafalse
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+
+\def \TXNl@nobreaktrue {\let \if@nobreak = \iftrue}
+
+\let \TXNl@UserProcessLine = \@gobble
+
+\def \TXNl@ProcessLine {%
+ \boxmaxdepth= \maxdimen
+ \setbox \z@ = \vbox {\unvbox\@cclv}%
+ \dimen@ = \dp\z@
+ \global \advance \TXNl@linenumber@par by \@ne
+ \count@ = \TXNl@linenumber@par
+ \ifnum \outputpenalty = -\TXNl@linenopenaltypar
+ \global \TXNl@linenumber@par = \z@
+ \count@ = -\count@
+ \fi
+ \expandafter \TXNl@UserProcessLine \expandafter {\the\count@}%
+ \global \advance \TXNl@linenumber by \@ne
+ \ifnum \outputpenalty = -\TXNl@linenopenaltypar
+ \else
+ \@tempcnta = \outputpenalty
+ \advance \@tempcnta by -\TXNl@linenopenalty
+ \penalty \@tempcnta
+ \fi
+}
+
+\let \@@@par = \@@par
+
+\def \TXNl@linenumberpar {%
+ \ifvmode
+ \@@@par
+ \else
+ \ifinner
+ \@@@par
+ \else
+ \advance \interlinepenalty by \TXNl@linenopenalty
+ \edef \TXNl@linenoprevgraf {\the\prevgraf}%
+ \global \holdinginserts = \thr@@
+ \@@@par
+ \ifnum \TXNl@linenoprevgraf < \prevgraf
+ \penalty -\TXNl@linenopenaltypar
+ \fi
+ \kern \z@
+ \global \holdinginserts =\z@
+ \advance \interlinepenalty by -\TXNl@linenopenalty
+ \fi
+ \fi
+}
+
+\newif \ifTXNl@lineating
+\newif \ifTXNl@waslineating
+
+\def \TXNl@suspend {%
+ \ifTXNl@lineating
+ %\typeout{suspend \the\TXNl@linenumber}%
+ \TXNl@waslineatingtrue
+ \TXNl@nolinenumbers
+ \fi
+}
+\def \TXNl@resume {%
+ \ifTXNl@waslineating
+ %\typeout{resume \the\TXNl@linenumber}%
+ \TXNl@waslineatingfalse
+ \TXNl@linenumbers
+ \fi
+}
+
+\def \TXNl@linenumbers {%
+ \let \@@par = \TXNl@linenumberpar
+ \ifx \@par \@@@par
+ \let \@par = \TXNl@linenumberpar
+ \fi
+ \ifx \par \@@@par
+ \let \par = \TXNl@linenumberpar
+ \fi
+ \TXNl@lineatingtrue
+}
+
+\def\TXNl@nolinenumbers {%
+ \let \@@par = \@@@par
+ \ifx \@par \TXNl@linenumberpar
+ \let \@par = \@@@par
+ \fi
+ \ifx \par \TXNl@linenumberpar
+ \let \par = \@@@par
+ \fi
+ \TXNl@lineatingfalse
+}
+\advance \maxdeadcycles by 100
+
diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/txntitle.sty b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/txntitle.sty
new file mode 100644
index 0000000000..c5bb719e84
--- /dev/null
+++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/txntitle.sty
@@ -0,0 +1,61 @@
+\NeedsTeXFormat{LaTeX2e}[1994/11/04]
+\ProvidesPackage{txntitle} [2006/10/15 Technica]
+%
+% The code in this package comes from parts of version 2.X of the
+% package "titlesec" by Javier Bezos. The current version of "titlesec"
+% is available on CTAN at tex-archive/macros/latex/contrib/titlesec
+%
+% The package is NOT a replacement for "titlesec".
+%
+% Copyright Gianfranco Boggio-Togna 2006
+%
+% This program may be distributed and/or modified under the
+% conditions of the LaTeX Project Public License, either version~1.2
+% of this license or (at your option) any later version.
+% The latest version of this license is in
+% http://www.latex-project.org/lppl.txt
+% and version 1.2 or later is part of all distributions of LaTeX
+% version 1999/12/01 or later.
+%
+% This program consists of the file txntitle.sty
+%
+% This macro is a straight copy of |\ttl@setmarks| in \texttt{ttlps.def}
+% with just one difference:\\
+% |\protect\@namedef{#2title}{\@nameuse{#2title}}|\\
+% replaces\\
+% |\protect\@namedef{#2title}{}|
+\def \TXNt@ttl@setmarks #1#2{%
+ \expandafter\def\csname#1mark\endcsname##1{%
+ \expandafter\gdef\csname#1title\endcsname{##1}%
+ \ttl@setifthe{#1}%
+ \def\ttl@marks{%
+ \protect\@namedef{#1title}{##1}%
+ \protect\@namedef{#2title}{\@nameuse{#2title}}%
+ \protect\@namedef{the#1}{\@nameuse{the#1}}%
+ \protect\@namedef{the#2}{}%
+ \protect\@namedef{ifthe#1}{\@nameuse{ifthe#1}}%
+ \protect\@namedef{ifthe#2}{\protect\@secondoftwo}%
+ \ttl@moremarks}%
+ \ttl@markboth{#1}}%
+ \expandafter\def\csname#2mark\endcsname##1{%
+ \expandafter\gdef\csname#2title\endcsname{##1}%
+ \ttl@setifthe{#2}%
+ \def\ttl@marks{%
+ \protect\@namedef{#1title}{\@nameuse{#1title}}%
+ \protect\@namedef{#2title}{##1}%
+ \protect\@namedef{the#1}{\@nameuse{the#1}}%
+ \protect\@namedef{the#2}{\@nameuse{the#2}}%
+ \protect\@namedef{ifthe#1}{\@nameuse{ifthe#1}}%
+ \protect\@namedef{ifthe#2}{\@nameuse{ifthe#2}}%
+ \ttl@moremarks}%
+ \ttl@markboth{#1}}%
+}
+\def \TXNt@set@numerus@marks {%
+ \protected@xdef\ttl@prevmarks{\ttl@marks}%
+ \csname \TXN@section@name mark\expandafter\endcsname
+ \expandafter {\TXN@section@headline}%
+ \gdef\ttl@prevmarks{\ttl@marks}%
+ \csname \TXN@section@name mark\expandafter\endcsname
+ \expandafter {\TXN@section@headline}%
+}
+