ACT III. SCENE 1. The French Camp. Enter ATHENS and RIBEMONT. Ribemont. LORD Constable, I was not in the presence But the good father, who even now set forward, That cheerless gloom, those eyes that pore on earth, Are indications of a tortur'd mind, 2 The hideous stains of a polluted soul !· To corners then, as does the loathsome toad, Enter ARNOLD, musing. Arn. What have I done! And where is my reward? Charney withholds his daughter from my arms, My flatter'd recompence for Hold, my brain! Thought that by timely coming might have sav'd me, Is now too late, when all its office serves But to awaken horror! Rib. I'll accost him. Are you an Englishman ? Arn. I had that name, [Aside. (Oh, killing question)but have lost it now. Rib. Lost it indeed! Arn. Illustrious Ribemont ! (For was your person less rever'd and known Arn. I was indeed,—(Oh, scandal to confess it) He favour'd, cherish'd,-lov'd me!-Heav'nly pow'rsl How shall I give my guilty story utterance!- Level your fiery bolts !-Transfix me here ! Rib. Invoke no pow'r, a conscience such as thine Is hell enough for mortal to endure. But let me ask thee, for my wonder prompts me, What bait affords the world, that could induce thee To wrong so godlike and so good a master? Arn. True, he is all, is godlike, and is good! A prince beyond example ! Yet your heart, Rib. Love!-Thou lost wretch!-And could so frail a fire Consume whate'er was great and manly in thee? Zeal for thy monarch's glory? And the tie Will fly the fellowship of one like thee. Arn. Heav'n! wherefore said'st thou that we must not err, And yet made woman? Rib. Why accuse you Heav'n? Curse your inglorious heart for wanting fire, The fire that animates the nobly brave! The fire that has renown'd the English name, Shall strive to emulate-but never reach- Great-to amazement great!-But now how fall'n! The despicable state of female thraldom. “Arn. From letter'd story single out a man, "However great in council or in fight, "Who ne'er was vanquish'd by a woman's charms. "Rib. Let none stand forth, there is no cause they should! "Beauty's a blessing to reward the brave; "We take its transports in relief from toil, “Allow its hour, and languish in its bonds : "But that once ended, dignity asserts "Its right in manhood, and our reason reigns." Arn. Untouch'd by passion, all may talk it well; In speculation who was e'er unwise? But appetites assault like furious storms, Her scorpion brood-remorse, despair, and horror! To radiant lustre a polluted fame ? "Or man, however merciful, forget "That justice brands offenders for his scorn?” Truth, the great touchstone of all human actions, The fair foundation of applause or blame, Has ting'd thy honour with too foul a stain, All eyes 'twill urge to dart their keen reproaches, Each tongue to hiss, and ev'ry heart to heave Arn. All the pride, That here should kindle into high resentment, [Aside. Anon, while o'er the dreadful field we drive, all! Infamous The world has not another monster like me: 1 [Exit. I'm |