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+------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +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 new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..70e9e2da6a --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/TEXNIKA.dtx @@ -0,0 +1,10434 @@ +% \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. 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\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} +% +% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \TXN@trace \TXN@split@incipit + \expandafter \TXN@split@incipit@bis \the\toks@\TXN@nil +} +\def \TXN@split@incipit@bis #1#2\TXN@nil{% +% \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 {% +% \TXN@trace \TXN@check@incipit@bis + \futurenonspacelet \TXN@temp \TXN@check@incipit@ter} +\def \TXN@check@incipit@ter {% +% \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 {% +% \TXN@trace \TXN@incipit@auto + \futurelet \TXN@token \TXN@incipit@auto@bis +} +\def \TXN@incipit@auto@bis {% +% \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{% +% \TXN@trace \TXN@incipit@auto@ter + \toks@ = \expandafter {\the\toks@#1}% + \TXN@incipit@auto +} +\def \TXN@split@incipit@auto {% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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]{% +% \TXN@trace \TXN@attribute@set@bis + \def \TXN@subclass@number {[#1]}% + \TXN@attribute@set@ter +} +% \end{macrocode} +% +% \begin{macrocode} +\def \TXN@attribute@set@ter {% +% \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{% +% \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]{% +% \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{% +% \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]{% +% \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]{% +% \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]{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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] {% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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|{,}|\\ +% The || is used in error messages; the || +% 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]{% +% \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 {% +% \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]{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \TXN@trace \TXN@insert@area@textus +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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]{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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]{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \TXN@trace \TXN@spatium@vertical +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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 +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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]{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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]{% +% \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} +% +% \end{macrocode} +% +% \Finale +% +\endinput diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/Technica.pdf b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/Technica.pdf new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..0ecee4a771 Binary files /dev/null and b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/Technica.pdf differ diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/drama.dtx b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/drama.dtx new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..92eef65509 --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/drama.dtx @@ -0,0 +1,1972 @@ +% \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 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\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} +% +% +% \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][]{% +% \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\\{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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\]{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/aminta.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/aminta.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..33893535ae --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/aminta.tex @@ -0,0 +1,2714 @@ +\documentclass{book} +\usepackage{poetry} +\usepackage{drama} +\usepackage[italian]{babel}[2005/05/21 v3.8g] +\usepackage[pagestyles,outermarks]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6] +\usepackage{example} + +\TextHeight {6.5in} +\TextWidth {4.3in} +\headsep = 1cm +\hfuzz 1pt + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\newpagestyle {maintext} { + + \sethead [] + [\textsl{\LetterSpace{TORQUATO TASSO}}] + [] + {} + {\textsl{\LetterSpace{AMINTA}}} + {} + + \setfoot [\textit{\thepage}][][] + {}{}{\textit{\thepage}} +} + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\Facies \personae {\textsc{#1}{#2}\\\textsc{#1}} +\Locus {\centre} +\SpatiumSupra {.5\leading plus .25\leading minus .25\leading + \penalty -50} +\SpatiumInfra {.125\leading plus .125\leading minus .0625\leading + \penalty 10000} + +\Forma \( {\centeredfinal} +\Facies {\itshape} +\SpatiumInfra {2ex plus 1ex minus .5ex} + + + +\Facies \numeri {\RelSize{-1}\oldstylenums{#1#2}} +\Locus {\leftmargin + 6em} +\Progressio {5\\} + + +\Facies \tituli {\textsc{\MakeUppercase{#1}}} +\SpatiumSupra {2\leading plus .5\leading minus .25\leading + \penalty -10000} +\SpatiumInfra {1\leading plus .25\leading minus .125\leading} + +\Novus \numerus \Natto +\Facies {\ordinal {#1}\MakeUppercase{\theordinal}} + +\Novus \titulus \Atto +\Facies {\thispagestyle{empty}\Nscena{0}\textsc{ATTO \Natto*{=+1}}} +\SpatiumSupra {2\leading plus .5\leading \penalty -10000} +\SpatiumInfra {1\leading plus .25\leading} + +\Novus \numerus \Nscena +\Facies {\ordinal [f]{#1}\MakeUppercase{\theordinal}} + +\Novus \titulus \Scena +\Facies {\itshape SCENA \Nscena*{=+1}} +\SpatiumSupra {1\leading plus .5\leading} +\SpatiumInfra {.5\leading plus .25\leading} + + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\begin{document} + +\ExampleTitle [i]{Torquato Tasso} + {Aminta} + {Aminta\\[.5ex]Biblioteca Universale Rizzoli, 1976} + +\Drama + + +\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 + +\cleardoublepage +\titulus{{\RelSize{3}AMINTA}\\[4ex]\RelSize{2}\itshape FAVOLA BOSCARECCIA} +\cleardoublepage +\titulus{INTERLOCUTORI} + +{\Facies* \textus {\itshape } + \Locus {\leftmargin + 1.25in} + \Facies \personae {\textsc{#1} } + \Locus {} + +\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. + +} + +\Locus \textus {+7em} + +\cleardoublepage +\pagenumbering{arabic} +\pagestyle {maintext} +\thispagestyle{empty} + +\titulus{PROLOGO} +\numerus{1} + +\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} diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/antocleo.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/antocleo.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..aff1806bf9 --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/antocleo.tex @@ -0,0 +1,6339 @@ +\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} + \persona*[31]{Var\\Varius} + \persona*[32]{Ven\\Ventidius} + \persona*[50]{Amb\\Ambassador} + \persona*[51]{Att\\Attendant} + \persona*[52]{First Att} + \persona*[53]{Sec. Att} + \persona*[54]{Capt} + \persona*[55]{Clown} + \persona*[56]{Guard} + \persona*[57]{First Guard} + \persona*[58]{Sec. Guard} + \persona*[59]{Third Guard} + \persona*[60]{Mess\\Messenger} + \persona*[61]{Sec Mess} + \persona*[62]{Sent\\Sentry} + \persona*[63]{Ser\\Servant} + \persona*[64]{First Ser} + \persona*[65]{Sec. Ser} + \persona*[66]{Sold} + \persona*[67]{First Sold} + \persona*[68]{Sec. Sold} + \persona*[69]{Third Sold} + \persona*[70]{Fourth Sold} + \persona*[71]{Sooth\\Soothsayer} + \persona*[72]{First Watch} + \persona*[73]{Sec. Watch} + \persona*[99]{All} + } + {\persona*[1]{Antony} + \persona*[2]{Cleopatra} + \persona*[3]{Caesar} + \persona*[4]{Agrippa} + \persona*[5]{Alexas} + \persona*[6]{Canidius} + \persona*[7]{Charmian} + \persona*[8]{Decretas} + \persona*[9]{Demetrius} + \persona*[10]{Diomedes} + \persona*[11]{Dolabella} + \persona*[12]{Egyptian} + \persona*[13]{Enobarbus} + \persona*[14]{Eros} + \persona*[15]{Gallus} + \persona*[16]{Iras} + \persona*[17]{Lepidus} + \persona*[18]{Mardian} + \persona*[19]{Mecaenas} + \persona*[20]{Menas} + \persona*[21]{Menecrates} + \persona*[22]{Octavia} + \persona*[23]{Philo} + \persona*[24]{Pompey} + \persona*[25]{Proculeius} + \persona*[26]{Scarus} + \persona*[27]{Seleucus} + \persona*[28]{Silius} + \persona*[29]{Taurus} + \persona*[30]{Thidias} + \persona*[31]{Varius} + \persona*[32]{Ventidius} + \persona*[50]{Ambassador} + \persona*[51]{Attendant} + \persona*[52]{First Attendant} + \persona*[53]{Sec. Attendant} + \persona*[54]{Captain} + \persona*[55]{Clown} + \persona*[56]{Guard} + \persona*[57]{First Guard} + \persona*[58]{Sec. Guard} + \persona*[59]{Third Guard} + \persona*[60]{Messenger} + \persona*[61]{Sec Messenger} + \persona*[62]{Sentry} + \persona*[63]{Servant} + \persona*[64]{First Servant} + \persona*[65]{Sec. Servant} + \persona*[66]{Soldier} + \persona*[67]{First Soldier} + \persona*[68]{Sec. Soldier} + \persona*[69]{Third Soldier} + \persona*[70]{Fourth Soldier} + \persona*[71]{Soothsayer} + \persona*[72]{First Watch} + \persona*[73]{Sec. Watch} + \persona*[99]{All} + } + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\thispagestyle{empty} +\pagestyle{MainMatterPage} +\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 + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\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] + +\newpage + +\newcommand {\GlossWidth}{.66in} +\newcommand {\GlossSep} {10pt} + + +\Locus \textus {\leftmargin \\ \leftmargin + \GlossWidth + \GlossSep} +\Modus {\measure {\textwidth - (\GlossWidth + \GlossSep)}} + +\Novus \textus \gloss +\Locus {\textrightmargin + \GlossSep \\ \leftmargin } +\Facies {\RelSize{-3}#1} +\Modus {\rangedleft{\GlossWidth} \milestone} + +\Facies \commissura {\llap{\P\kern 5em}} + +\numerus {} + +\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} + diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/arden.hs b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/arden.hs new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..ade040d00f --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/arden.hs @@ -0,0 +1,320 @@ +% +% +% Reproducing the style of the Arden Shakespeare +% +% + + +\usepackage[pagestyles,outermarks,clearempty]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6] +\usepackage{titletoc}[2005/01/22 v1.5] + +\TextHeight {6in} +\TextWidth {3.85in} + + +\newcommand {\RunningTitle}{} + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\newcommand {\TheChapterStyle} {% + + \titleformat 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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} + diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/caesar.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/caesar.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..0fcedae3c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/caesar.tex @@ -0,0 +1,2776 @@ +\documentclass[11pt]{book} +\usepackage [latin] {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{example} + +\TextHeight {\textheight - 8\leading} +\TextWidth {4in} + +\parindent 0em +\parskip 0pt +\hfuzz 1pt + +\newpagestyle {MainMatterPage} { + \sethead [] + [\textsc{\MakeLowercase {C. 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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. 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HORATI FLACCI}{CARMINA} + {Opera\\[.75ex]Oxford Classical Texts} + + + +\pagestyle {MainMatterPage} +\thispagestyle{empty} + +\Nliber {1} \Liber + +\Indexes + +%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] +{% +\cleardoublepage +\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} + + diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/cyrano.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/cyrano.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..bf0e4b30e2 --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/cyrano.tex @@ -0,0 +1,1009 @@ +\documentclass{book} +\usepackage[latin1]{inputenc} +\usepackage[T1]{fontenc} +\usepackage[french]{babel}[2005/05/21 v3.8g] +\usepackage[repeat]{drama} +\usepackage{poetry} +\usepackage{example} + +\TextHeight {16cm} +\TextWidth {4.5in} +\hfuzz 1pt + +\hyphenation {jon-chent veu-ves sor-tent ro-xa-ne} + +\Facies \personae {\textsc{#1}% + \ifthenelse {\isempty #2} {} {,\ {#2}}% + \\ \textsc{#1}} +\Locus {\centre - 0cm} +\SpatiumSupra {.5ex plus .2ex minus .1ex \penalty -100} +\SpatiumInfra {0ex plus .1ex \penalty 10000} + +\Facies \[ {\textit{#1}} +\Forma {\leftskip .15\linewidth \parindent 1em } +\SpatiumSupra \[{\penalty -100} +\SpatiumInfra \[{\penalty -100} + +\Facies \( {\itshape} +\Forma {\parindent 1em} +\SpatiumInfra {1\leading plus .5\leading \penalty 100} + +\Novus \numerus \Nacte +\Facies {\ordinal{\theNacte}\MakeUppercase{\theordinal}} + +\Novus \titulus \Acte +\Facies {\RelSize{+1}\Nacte*{=+1} ACTE\Nscene{0}} +\SpatiumSupra {\penalty-10000} +\SpatiumInfra {3ex} + +\Novus \numerus \Nscene +\Facies {\ifthenelse {#1 = 1} + {\textit{PREMI\`ERE}} + {\textit{\ROMANnumeral{#1}.}}} + +\Novus \titulus \scene +\Facies {\textit{SC\`ENE} \Nscene*{=+1}} +\SpatiumSupra {1\leading plus .5\leading \penalty -100} +\SpatiumInfra {1\leading plus .5\leading \penalty 10000} + + +\Facies \tituli {\MakeUppercase{#1}} +\SpatiumSupra {2\leading} +\SpatiumInfra {1\leading} + +\Locus \numerus {\rightmargin + 1cm} +\Facies {#1} + +\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} + diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/dcarlos.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/dcarlos.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..cbef33ee13 --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/dcarlos.tex @@ -0,0 +1,7753 @@ +\documentclass{book} +\usepackage[latin1]{inputenc} +\usepackage[T1]{fontenc} +\usepackage[german]{babel}[2005/05/21 v3.8g] +\usepackage[pagestyles,outermarks,clearempty]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6] +\usepackage[repeat]{poetry} +\usepackage{drama} +\usepackage{example} + +\hyphenation {Emp-fin-dung ge-richtet er-stau-nen ge-sicht + nie-der-schrei-bend} + +\TextHeight* {42} +\TextWidth {4.45in} +\hfuzz 1pt + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\newcommand {\DerAuftritt}{\ordinal {\subsectiontitle}\theordinal} + +\newpagestyle {MainMatterPage} { + \sethead [\oldstylenums{\thepage}] + [\textsc{don carlos}] + [] + {} + {\scshape \bottitlemarks + \ordinal {\sectiontitle}\theordinal\ akt. % + \DerAuftritt\ auftritt} + {\oldstylenums{\thepage}} + \Capita {section}{subsection} +} + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\Facies \personae {\textsc{#1}{#2}. \\ \textit{#1}} +\Forma {\hangindent 1em\hangafter 1} + +\Forma \[ {\centeredfinal} +\Facies {(\textit{#1})} +\SpatiumAnte {.33em plus .11em minus .11em} +\SpatiumPost {.33em minus .11em} +\SpatiumInfra {.5\leading plus .25\leading} +\Modus {\option{w}} + +\Forma \( {\centeredfinal} +\Facies {\it} +\SpatiumInfra {.5\leading plus .25\leading} + +\Facies \numeri {\RelSize{-1}\oldstylenums{#1#2}} +\Locus {\leftmargin - 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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} + + diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/earnest.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/earnest.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..bd6fcce058 --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/earnest.tex @@ -0,0 +1,3280 @@ +\documentclass{book} +\usepackage[pagestyles,outermarks,clearempty]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6] +\usepackage{titletoc}[2005/01/22 v1.5] +\usepackage[repeat]{drama} +\usepackage{example} + +\TextHeight {6in} +\TextWidth {4.5in} + +\nonfrenchspacing +\hfuzz 1pt + +\newpagestyle {MainMatterPage} { + \sethead [\arabic{page}] + [\small \textsc{oscar wilde}] + [] + {} + {\small \textsc{the importance of being earnest}} + {\arabic{page}} +} + +\Forma \personae {\hangafter 1 \hangindent 1em} +\Facies {\textsc{\MakeLowercase{#1}}{#2}:% + \hskip .5em plus .25em minus .125em % + \\ + \textsc{\MakeLowercase{#1}}} +\SpatiumSupra {.3ex plus .1ex} + +\Facies \[ {[\textit{#1\/}]} +\Forma {\parindent 1em} +\SpatiumAnte {.5em plus .25em minus .125em} +\SpatiumPost {.5em plus .25em minus .125em} +\SpatiumSupra {1ex } +\SpatiumInfra {.67ex} + +\Facies \( {\itshape} +\SpatiumSupra {2ex} +\SpatiumInfra {1ex} + +\Novus \titulus \Act +\Facies {\newpage\thispagestyle{empty}% + \Rule [parallel, Height = 2pt]% + \vskip 8ex % + \Nact*{=+1} \LetterSpace{ACT}} +\SpatiumInfra {5ex} + +\Novus \numerus \Nact +\Facies {\ordinal {#1}\LETTERspace{\theordinal}} + +\Novus \titulus \Scene +\Facies {\RelSize{1}\textsc{\LetterSpace{scene}}} +\SpatiumInfra {.5\leading} + +\begin{document} + +\ExampleTitle {OSCAR WILDE}{The Importance of\\[.5ex] Being Earnest} + {Plays\\[1ex]Penguin Books, 1954} + +\begingroup + +\SpatiumSupra \titulus {6\leading} +\Facies {\scshape #1} +\SpatiumInfra \\{1ex} + +\titulus {to\\ robert baldwin ross\\ in appreciation\\ and\\ affection\\*} + +\cleardoublepage +\thispagestyle{empty} + +\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} +} + +\endgroup + +\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. + +\spatium {2\leading} +\titulus {\scshape tableau\\[1\leading] curtain} +\endDrama + +\end{document} diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/example.sty b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/example.sty new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..a89944dcda --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/example.sty @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +\newcommand {\ExampleTitle} [4][e]{% + \pagestyle{empty} + \begingroup + \fontfamily{cmr}\selectfont + \Facies \tituli {##1} + \SpatiumSuper \titulum {4ex} + \SpatiumInfra {8ex} + \RelSize{4} + \setbox\z@=\hbox{\MakeUppercase{#2}} + \ifdim \wd\z@ > \hsize + \RelSize{-5} + \else + \RelSize{-4} + \fi + \titulus {\RelSize{4}\MakeUppercase{#2}} + \titulus 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erster Teil} + {Einmalige Jubil\"aumausgabe\\ + zum 250. Geburtstag Goethes\\ + am 28.8.1999\\[.75ex] + Verlag C.H. Beck M\"unchen} + + +\FrontMatter + +\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! + + \(Sie fängt an zu singen, indem sie sich auszieht.\) + +{ \Locus \textus {+\textwidth * \real{.2}} + \Forma \strophae { 1 {\penalty 100} + 0 + 0 {\penalty 100} + 0 {1.5ex plus .1ex minus .1ex \penalty -100} + } + +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} + 0 {\penalty -50} + 0 {\penalty 10000} + 0 {.25\leading plus .125\leading minus .125\leading + \penalty -100}} +\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! 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+ 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} + +\nombre {0} +\Facies \nombre {\textit{\romannumeral#1}} + +\SpatiumSupra \Nombre {1ex plus .25ex minus .25ex\penalty -100} +\SpatiumInfra {1ex plus .25ex minus .25ex\penalty 10000} + +\Nombre + 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! 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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 +\vacua + +\endProsa +\begingroup + % We must close Prosa and re-open it again because any changes + % to \textus take effect only when the domain is entered. + + \Locus \textus {\leftmargin + \guillemets} + \Modus {\measure {-\guillemets}} + + \Prosa + \virgolette* +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. + +\Titulus{Ventimiglia\notheadline{, 19 e 20 Febbraro}} + +\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 + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\cleardoublepage +\pagestyle{empty} +\opera {DEI SEPOLCRI} +\cleardoublepage + +\Caput \Titulus {} +\Titulus {\textsc{deorum. manium. iura. sancta. sunto}} +\spatium {4\leading minus 1\leading} + +\Locus \numeri {\rightmargin - 1cm} +\Facies {\oldstylenums{#1}} +\Caput {\subsection \headline} + +\Locus \textus {+5em} + +\pagestyle {Sepolcri} +\thispagestyle{empty} + +\titulus {DEI SEPOLCRI\\[1.5ex]{\RelSize{-2}A IPPOLITO PINDEMONTE}} +\spatium {1.5\leading minus 1\leading} + +\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. + +\endVersus +\Locus \textus - + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\Novus* \numerus \numerus + +\Novus \numerus \Nsect +\Facies {\ROMANnumeral{#1}. } +\Caput {\subsection \headline} + +\newcommand {\sect} {\Nsect*{=+1}} + + +\cleardoublepage +\pagestyle {empty} + +\prosa + +\opera {{\RelSize{1}\LetterSpace{NOTIZIA}} \notcontents{\\[1ex]} + INTORNO A \notcontents{\\[1ex]} + {\RelSize{1}\LetterSpace{DIDIMO CHIERICO}} +% \contents{NOTIZIA INTORNO A DIDIMO CHIERICO} +} + +\thispagestyle {empty} +\cleardoublepage +\pagestyle {Didimo} +\thispagestyle {empty} + +\parindent 1em + +\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 . 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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. 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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? +} +\numerus{} + +\Facies \strophae {\stanza} + +\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.' + +\spatium {1\leading} + +\begin{versus} + + \Forma \strophae {01010101} + \Facies {\strophe} + \Locus \textus {+2em} + +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. + +\spatium {1\leading} + +{ + \Facies \tituli {#1} + \Forma {\rightskip 4.5em} + \titulus{TO INEZ} + + \Forma \strophae {0101} + \Facies {\strophe} + \Nstrophe {0} + +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: + +\spatium {1\leading} + +{ + \Forma \strophae {0000} + \Facies {\strophe} + \Nstrophe {0} + +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! + +\spatium {1\leading} + +{ + \Forma \strophae [10]{0} + \Facies {\strophe} + \Nstrophe {0} + + 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} diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/juancruz.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/juancruz.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..998047f50a --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/juancruz.tex @@ -0,0 +1,1454 @@ +\documentclass{book} +\usepackage[latin1]{inputenc} +\usepackage[T1]{fontenc} +\usepackage[repeat]{poetry} +\usepackage{drama} +\usepackage{example} +\usepackage[pagestyles,outermarks,clearempty]{titlesec} + +\TextHeight {5.75in} +\TextWidth {4.5in} + +\pagestyle{empty} + +\newpagestyle {MainMatterPage} { + \sethead [\oldstylenums{\thepage}] + [\textit{SAN JUAN DE LA CRUZ}] + [] + {} + {\textit{POES\'IAS}} + {\oldstylenums{\thepage}} +} + + +\Facies \numerus {\RelSize{-1}\oldstylenums{#1}} +\Locus {\rightmargin - 1cm} + +\Novus \numerus \N +\Locus {\textleftmargin - .5em} +\Facies {\oldstylenums{#1}.} +\Progressio {0} + +\Facies \titulus {\RelSize{+1}\scshape\MakeLowercase{#1}} +\SpatiumInfra {1\leading plus .5\leading minus .25\leading} + +\Novus \titulus \subt +\Facies {\RelSize{+1}\itshape #1} +\SpatiumInfra {1.5\leading plus .5\leading minus .5\leading} + + +\Facies \strophae {\N*{=+1}} +\SpatiumInfra {.75\leading plus .35\leading minus .67\leading\penalty -100} + +\Locus \textus {\auto} + +\newenvironment {poesia} + {\newpage\vspace*{.5\leading}\Versus\numerus {1}\N {0}}{\endVersus} + +\begin{document} + +\ExampleTitle [s]{San Juan de la Cruz}{Poes\'ias}{} + +\cleardoublepage +\thispagestyle {empty} +\pagestyle {MainMatterPage} + +\begin{poesia} +\Drama + +\titulus{Cántico espiritual} +\subt {Canciones entre el Alma y el esposo} + +\Forma \strophae {1{\penalty 10000}000{\penalty 10000}0} + +\Facies \personae{\textsc{#1}} +\Locus {\centre} +\SpatiumSupra {1.5\leading plus .5\leading minus .25\leading\penalty -100} +\SpatiumInfra {.75\leading plus .25\leading minus .25\leading\penalty 10000} + +\Facies \incipit {{\RelSize{+3}{\,#1}}{#2}} + + +\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} + + + diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/lavida.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/lavida.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..50c006d557 --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/lavida.tex @@ -0,0 +1,4681 @@ +\documentclass{book} +\usepackage[spanish]{babel}[2005/05/21 v3.8g] +\usepackage[latin1]{inputenc} +\usepackage[T1]{fontenc} +\usepackage[repeat]{drama} +\usepackage{poetry} +\usepackage{example} + +\TextHeight {6.5in} +\TextWidth {4.25in} + + +\Locus \textus {+8em} + +\Facies \personae {\textsc{#1} {#2}\\#1} +\Locus {\centre + 1em} +\SpatiumSupra \personam {.5\leading plus .25\leading minus .125\leading + \penalty -100} +\SpatiumInfra \personam {0pt plus .125\leading \penalty 10000} + +\Facies \( {\itshape} +\Forma {\centredfinal} +\SpatiumSupra {1\leading plus .125\leading \penalty -100} +\SpatiumInfra {1\leading plus .125\leading \penalty -100} + +\Facies \[ {\textit{#1}} +\Forma {\centred} +\SpatiumSupra {.75\leading plus .25\leading minus .25\leading \penalty -100} +\SpatiumInfra {.25\leading plus .125\leading minus .125\leading \penalty 100} + +\Locus \numerus {\rightmargin} +\Facies {\oldstylenums{#1}} +\Progressio {5\\} + +\Novus \titulus \jornada +\Facies {\textbf{[\,Jornada #1\,]}} +\Forma {\newpage} +\SpatiumSupra {2\leading} +\SpatiumInfra {1\leading} + +\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}\\ + } +\Drama +\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} diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/leaves.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/leaves.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..9c16c90fba --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/leaves.tex @@ -0,0 +1,1031 @@ +\documentclass[11pt]{book} +\usepackage[repeat]{poetry} +\usepackage[pagestyles,innermarks,clearempty]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6] +\usepackage{example} + +\TextHeight {6.8in} +\TextWidth {4.25in} + +\hyphenation {chi-ca-go mo-not-o-nous} +\hfuzz 1pt + +\Novus \titulus \GroupTitle +\Facies {\RelSize{2}\textsl{#1}} +\SpatiumSupra {\penalty -10000} +\SpatiumInfra {2\leading plus 1\leading \penalty 10000} + +\newenvironment {poem} [1] + 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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!} + + \Forma \strophae {0{\penalty 1000}000234{\penalty 1000}5} + \SpatiumInfra {1ex plus .5ex \penalty -50} + +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} + + \Modus \excessus {\justified[850]} + \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} diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/lgs.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/lgs.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..64c16dcc06 --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/lgs.tex @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +\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} + +\newcommand {\Bergk} [1] {\T{\nB*{#1}}} +\newcommand {\Diehl} [1] {\T{\nD*{#1}}} +\newcommand {\both} [2] {\T{\nB*{#1}, \nD*{#2}}} +\newcommand {\same} [1] {\T{\nB*{#1} et \textsc{d}.}} + +\begin{document} + +\titulus {\RelSize{1}Titles from \textit{Lyrica Graeca Selecta}\\ + by D.~L.~Page, Oxford University Press.} +\spatium {2ex} + + +\nT{1} + + \both{23}{1} + +\T {} + +\nT{4} \both{24}{13} + + \both{33}{49} + + \both {74B}{55} + +\nT{8} \Bergk {13} + +\nT{19} \both {36\textendash37}{101\textendash2} + +\nT{24} \T {\nB*{52\textendash54}, \nN*{113+74+}\nD*{47}} + +\nT{37} \both {70\textendash71}{52+51} + +\nT{48} \same {1} + +\nT{49} \same {2\textendash3} + +\nT{52} \both {9}{6A} + + \both {10}{6B} + +\nT{73} \Bergk {18\ adnot.} + +\nT{75} \Bergk {p.\ 212} + +\nT{108} \T {\nN*{59+}\nB*{97\textendash98}, \nD*{123}} + +\nT{125} \T {\nB*{109\textendash10.} \nN*{26} \nD*{seq.}} %%% CHECK + +\nT{127} \T {\textit{Rh. 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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} +\(How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold +Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her +course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of +the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent +Marinere came back to his own Country. [\oldstylenums{1798}]\) +} +\endprosa +\thispagestyle{empty} +\pagestyle{maintext} + + +\Locus \textus {\leftmargin \\ \leftmargin + \GlossWidth + \GlossSep} +\Modus {\measure {\linewidth - (\GlossWidth + \GlossSep)}} + +\Versus + + +\numerus{1} + +\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} diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/metapoet.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/metapoet.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..a4ee6cd665 --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/metapoet.tex @@ -0,0 +1,1271 @@ +\documentclass{book} +\usepackage[pagestyles,outermarks,clearempty]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6] +\usepackage{titletoc}[2005/01/22 v1.5] +\usepackage[repeat]{poetry} +\usepackage{drama} +\usepackage{example} + +\TextHeight {5.5in} +\TextWidth {4.5in} + + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + + + \titleformat {\chapter}[block] + {\RelSize{1}\centering} + {} + {0pt} + {\LETTERspace} + + \renewcommand {\contentsname}{Contents} + + \titlecontents {section}[0pt] + {\addvspace {1\leading}} + {\textsc} + {\textsc} + {\hfill \OldStyleNums{\thecontentspage}} + [\addvspace{.33ex}] + + %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\newpagestyle {MainMatterPage} { + + \sethead [\oldstylenums{\thepage}] + [\textsc{the metaphysical poets}] + [] + {} + {\scshape \toptitlemarks \MakeLowercase{\sectiontitle}} + {\oldstylenums{\thepage}} + + \Capita {section}{subsection} +} + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\Novus \titulus \name +\Facies {\newpage\thispagestyle{empty}\LETTERspace{#1}} +\SpatiumSupra {2\leading plus .5\leading \penalty 10000} +\Caput {\section \indexes[a]} + +\Novus \titulus \dates +\Facies {\RelSize{+1}(\oldstylenums{#1})} +\SpatiumSupra {.25\leading plus .125\leading} +\SpatiumInfra {1\leading plus .25\leading minus .25\leading} + +\newcommand {\poet}[2]{\name{#1}\dates{#2}} + +\Novus \titulus \poemtitle +\Facies {\RelSize{+1}\itshape#1} +\SpatiumSupra {1.5\leading plus .5\leading minus .5\leading + \penalty (.2)} +\SpatiumInfra {.5\leading plus .25\leading minus .25\leading + \penalty 10000} +\Caput {\indexes} + +\SpatiumSupra \stropham {.25\leading plus .125\leading minus .125\leading + \penalty -100} + +\Locus \numeri {\rightmargin} +\Facies {\RelSize{-1}\oldstylenums{#1}} + +\Locus \textus {\auto} + +\Locus \excessus {\textrightedge} +\Facies {[\,#1} +\Modus {\aligned{right}} + +\BuildIndexes [lat']{yes} + +\newenvironment{poem}[1]% + {\poemtitle{#1}% + \Versus + \numerus{1}% + } + {\endVersus} + +\Novum \spatium \LastButOne +\Facies {\penalty 10000} + +\begin{document} + + +\ExampleTitle {The metaphysical poets}{\itshape An Anthology} + {The Metaphysical Poets\\[.5ex] Penguin Books, 1966} + +\addtocontents{toc}{\protect\thispagestyle{empty}} +\addtocontents{toc}{\protect\setcounter{tocdepth}{2}} +\pagenumbering{roman} +\tableofcontents + +\newpage +\pagestyle {MainMatterPage} +\pagenumbering{arabic} +\thispagestyle{empty} + +\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}% + + 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, + 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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. + + +\Book + +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. + + +\Book + +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. + + +\Book + +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. + + +\Book + +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. + + +\Book + +\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. + + +\Book + +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} diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/penguin.hs b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/penguin.hs new file mode 100644 index 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2.5cm height .5pt\hfil\par + \vspace {1.5\leading} + } + } + \RelSize{+1}ACTE \Nacte*{=+1}\Nscene{0}% + } + +\SpatiumSupra {1.5\leading \penalty [.3]} +\SpatiumInfra {.5\leading plus .5\leading \penalty 10000} + +\Novus \numerus \Nscene +\Facies {\ifthenelse {#1 = 1} + {\textsc{Premi\`ere}} + {\ROMANnumeral{#1}.} + } +\Caput {\section \headline} + +\Novus \titulus \scene +\Facies {\textsc{Sc\`ene} % + \Nscene*{=+1}% + \ifthenelse {\isempty #1} + {} + {\ --- {#1}}% + }% + +\SpatiumSupra {1\leading plus .5\leading \penalty [.2]} +\SpatiumInfra {.5\leading plus ,25\leading\penalty 10000} + +\Locus \numerus {\textleftmargin - 2em} +\Facies {\oldstylenums{#1}} +\Progressio {5\\} + +\Novum \spatium \vacua +\Facies {.5\leading plus .25\leading minus .125\leading} + + +\begin{document} + +\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} + +\Drama +\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} + diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/plato.tex 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\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, 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} diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/polizian.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/polizian.tex new file mode 100644 index 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\\% +GIOSTRA DEL MAGNIFICO \\GIVLIANO DI PIERO DE\\MEDICI +\contents{Stanze per la giostra di Giuliano de Medici} +\headline{Stanze per la giostra}} + +\Versus + +\libro{primo} + +\Forma \strophae {0 {\penalty 10000} 0*6 {\penalty 10000} 0} +\Locus \textus {+1em} +\Facies \strophae {\stanza} +\Nstanza {0} + +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 --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/septem.tex @@ -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]{% + \Facies \personae {\textit{\LETTERspace[2/3]{##1}}}% + \Locus {\left}% + \Modus {}% + \SpatiumSupra {.5\leading plus .25\leading minus .25\leading}% + \SpatiumInfra {.25\leading plus .125\leading \penalty 10000}% + \persona{#1}% +} + +\Novus \textus \strophe +\Facies {[#1} +\Locus {\rightmargin} +\Modus {\aligned{right}} + +\Novus \textus \lacuna +\Facies {\kern .5em\latintext\textperiodcentered\hskip .5em} +\Modus {\multiples} + +\Novus \textus \Lacuna +\Facies {\latintext\textperiodcentered\hskip 1em} +\Modus {\multiples} + +\Novus \textus \LACUNA +\Facies {\latintext\textperiodcentered\hskip 2em} +\Modus {\multiples} + +\Facies \strophae {\spatium {.5\leading plus .25\leading minus .125\leading}} + +\Novum \spatium \vacua +\Facies {.5\leading plus .25\leading minus .125\leading} + +\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` 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` 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' 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. 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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 +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 + 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 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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, 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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 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 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 + 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; 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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} +\hrule +} +\spatium {1\leading} + + +\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 + +\newpage + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\TypesetIndex [l] {% Index of first lines + +\Facies \tituli {#1} +\SpatiumInfra {2\leading plus 1\leading minus .5\leading} + +\titulus {INDEX OF FIRST LINES} + +\Facies \lIndexEntryText {#1\Ntitulus*{+0}} +\Modus {\leaders} + +\Facies \Ntitulus {\ifthenelse {#1 = 0} + {} + {\RelSize{-1}\space\textit{(#1)}}} + +\SpatiumAnte \numerum {.5mm} + +\Facies \incipit {\RelSize{+1}#1} +} +{\clearpage} + +\end{document} diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/stoops.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/stoops.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..229c28fcc0 --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/stoops.tex @@ -0,0 +1,3539 @@ +\documentclass{book} +\usepackage[pagestyles,outermarks,clearempty]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6] +\usepackage{titletoc}[2005/01/22 v1.5] +\usepackage[repeat]{drama} +\usepackage{poetry} +\usepackage{example} + +\parindent=0pt +\hfuzz 1pt + +\TextHeight {6in} +\TextWidth {27pc} + +\frenchspacing + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\newpagestyle {MainMatterPage} { + + \sethead [\oldstylenums{\thepage}] + [\small She Stoops to Conquer] + [\firstlinetitlemarks + Act \MakeUppercase{\romannumeral \chaptertitle}] + {\firstlinetitlemarks + Act \MakeUppercase{\romannumeral \chaptertitle}} + {\small She Stoops to Conquer} + {\oldstylenums{\thepage}} + + \Capita {chapter}{section} +} + +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% +%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% + +\Facies \tituli {\textsc{#1}} +\SpatiumSupra {2ex plus .5ex} +\SpatiumInfra {1ex plus .25ex} + +\Novus \titulus \Titulus +\Facies {\ifthenelse {\value{page} > 3}{\newpage}{} + \spatium* {.15\textheight}\RelSize{+1}#1} +\SpatiumInfra {2ex plus .5ex minus .5ex} + +\Novus \numerus \Nact +\Facies {\MakeUppercase{\romannumeral#1}} +\Caput {\chapter} + +\Novus \titulus \endAct +\Facies {\ifthenelse {\value{Nact} = 5} + {\textsc{finis}} + {\textsc{end of the \ordinal{\value{Nact}}% + \theordinal\ act} + \newpage + \thispagestyle{empty} + \spatium* {4\leading} + }} +\SpatiumSupra {6ex plus 2ex\penalty 10000} + +\Novus \titulus \Act +\Facies {\ifthenelse {\value{Nact} > 0} + {\endAct\empty} + {\spatium {2ex plus 1ex}}% + ACT \Nact*{=+1}} +\SpatiumInfra {1\leading plus 1\leading} + +\Forma \personae {\hangafter 1 \hangindent 1em\relax} +\Facies {\textsc{\MakeLowercase{#1}}.% + \hskip .5em plus .25em minus .125em% + \\ + \textsc{\MakeLowercase{#1}}} +\SpatiumSupra {0ex plus .2ex} + +\Facies \[ {\ifthenelse {\isopt r} + {[\textit{#1}} + {(\textit{#1\/})}% + } +\SpatiumAnte {.33em plus .11em minus .11em} +\SpatiumPost {.33em plus .11em minus .11em} + +\Forma \( {\centered} +\Facies {\itshape} +\SpatiumSupra {.5\leading plus .5\leading minus .125\leading} +\SpatiumInfra {.5\leading plus .5\leading minus .125\leading} + +\Locus \numeri {\rightmargin + 2em\\\rightmargin + 2em} +\Facies {\number #1} +\Progressio {{10}} +\Modus {\pagewise} + +\begin{document} + +\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} + +\thispagestyle {empty} +\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} + diff --git a/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/tempest.tex b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/tempest.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000000..ba9a7eaba6 --- /dev/null +++ b/macros/latex/contrib/technica/examples/tempest.tex @@ -0,0 +1,3423 @@ +\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! 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+ \sethead {} + {\large {\itshape The} \texttt{poetry} {\itshape package}} + {\textup{\thepage}} + \setfoot {} + {Copyright \copyright\ Gianfranco Boggio--Togna 2006} + {}% + \setmarks {section}{subsection} +} +\MakeShortVerb{|} +\AlsoImplementation +\begin{document} +\DocInput{poetry.dtx} +\end{document} +% +% +% \fi +% \iftrue \CheckSum{4592} \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 \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 \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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]{% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \TXN@trace \PTR@process@line +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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]{% +% \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{ +% \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] {% +% \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 {% +% \TXN@trace \PTR@assemble@line +% \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 {% +% \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 +% \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 +% + \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 {% +% \TXN@trace \PTR@process@text@box + \ifdim \PTR@text@indent = \maxdimen + \PTR@set@text@indent +% \TXN@trace@dim \PTR@textus@shift +% \TXN@trace@dim \PTR@text@indent +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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 +% \TXN@trace@dim \PTR@speech@indent +} +% \end{macrocode} +% \subsection{Get the stropha indentation} +% \begin{macrocode} +\def \PTR@get@stropha@indent {% +% \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 +% \TXN@trace@dim \PTR@stropha@indent +} +\def \PTR@get@stropha@indent@bis {% +% \TXN@trace \PTR@get@stropha@indent@bis + \PTR@after@strophafalse +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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 +% + \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \TXN@trace \PTR@auto@setup +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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 {% +% \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{% +% \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 +} +% +% \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}% +} + -- cgit v1.2.3