Miriam. For me, I bear my own dear mother's Her eye, her form, her very voice are mine. [brow; So, in his tears, my father oft hath said. We lived beneath Judea's shady palms Piso. Thou art her child! I could not harm thee That fair young Christian girl! "Twas a wild love! She loved another! Yet I slew him not! Euphas. The hours wear on. Piso. Sister! Ye shall go forth in joy— Than I have been. His eyes shall never more Soft gleaming from your youthful brows, hath pow'r Miriam. That soul ev'n yet a shrine of holiness. Euphas. Piso! how shall we pass yon steelclad Keeping stern vigil round the dungeon gate? [men, Piso. Take ye my well-known ring-and herethe list Ay, this is it, methinks: show these-Great gods! Euphas. What is there on yon scroll which shakes him thus ? Miriam. A name, at which he points with stiff'ning And eyeballs full of wrath! Alas! alas! [hand, I guess too well. My brother, droop thou not. Piso. Your father, did ye say? Was it his life Ye came to beg? Miriam. His life but not alone Piso. Little reck I of them. Tell me his name! Speak, boy! or I will tear thee piecemeal! Miriam. [A pause. Stay! Stern son of violence! the name thou askest Piso. Did I not know it, girl? Now, by the gods! had I not been entranced, Rend with my teeth. Oh rage! she wedded him, The voice of serpents in mine ear! and all, Ay, every one whose name is here set down, Miriam. Piso! In mercy mock us not! children of her Piso. Whom I do hate! Its music hush'd! Is she not in her grave, Ay, maid! but ye are his That chord is broken now Where is thy peace, Fled all; a moonbeam brief And he within my grasp? Miriam. Thy penitence? Piso. Upon a stormy sea. That magic name Hath roused the wild, loud winds again. Begone! Save whom ye may. Miriam. Piso! I go not hence Until my father's name be on this scroll. Piso. Take root, then, where thou art! for, by dark I swear Miriam. [Styx, Nay, swear thou not till I am heard. Hast thou forgot thy son? Piso. No! let him die, So that I have my long-deferr'd revenge! Thy lip grows pale! Art thou not answer'd now? Miriam. Deep horrors fall upon me! Can it be Such demon spirits dwell on earth? Piso. Maiden ! While thou art safe, go hence; for, in his might, The tiger wakes within me! Be it so. Miriam. In a firm hope! The God that brought me here And, in the strength of secret, earnest pray'r, My father thou mayst slay! Flames will not fall From heaven to scorch and wither thee! The earth Piso. Maiden, be warn'd! All this I know. It moves me not. Miriam. One man alone that loves a wretch like thee: [yet Which yet will all be thine! Thou know'st not yet Thou know'st not yet what 'tis to lead the van Sadly to miss the well-known snowy plume, When, as the curtain'd door lets in the breeze, Miriam. What boon? A boon of blood? To him, the good old man, Death is not terrible, but only seems A dark, short passage to a land of light, Where, mid high ecstasy, he shall behold Th' unshrouded glories of his Maker's face, And learn all mysteries, and gaze at last Upon th' ascended Prince, and never more Know grief or pain, or part from those he loves! Yet will his blood cry loudly from the dust, And bring deep vengeance on his murderer! Piso. My Paulus must not die! Let me revolve→ Maiden! thy words have sunk into my soul; Yet would I ponder ere I thus lay down A purpose cherish'd in my inmost heart, That which hath been my dream by night, by day My life's sole aim. Have I not deeply sworn, Long years ere thou wert born, that, should the gods E'er give him to my rage-and yet I pause? Shall Christian vipers sting mine only son, And I not crush them into nothingness? Am I so pinion'd, vain, and powerless? Work, busy brain! thy cunning must not fail. [Retires. THE END. |