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I know too wellAnd knew it ere yourself, unhappy sire! Farewell!
[Exit GABOR. SIEGENDORF (solus and listening).
He hath clear'd the staircase. Ah! I hear The door sound loud behind him! He is safe! Safe!-Oh, my father 's spirit!-I am faint
[He leans down upon a stone seat, near the wall of the Tower, in a drooping posture.
Enter ULRIC, with others armed, and with weapons drawn.
Yes if you want another victim, strike!
ULRIC (seeing him stript of his jewels). Where is the ruffian who hath plunder'd you? Vassals, despatch in search of him! You see
"T was as I said--the wretch hath stript my father Of jewels which might form a prince's heirloom! Away! I'll follow you forthwith.
[Exeunt all but SIEGENDORF and ULRIC. What's this?
Where is the villain?
Are you in quest of?
Of this: he must be found. Escape?
My fullest, freest aid.
Stop! I command-entreat-implore! Oh, Ulric! Will you then leave me?
Denounced-dragg'd, it may be, in chains; and all
And would you ne'er had borne the useless na
A burthen to the earth, myself, and shame
And make a world for myriads of new worms!
Unless you keep company
With him (and you seem scarce used to such high
Do you dare you
To taunt me with my born deformity?
Were I to taunt a buffalo with this
[ARNOLD places the knife in the ground, with With thy sublime of humps, the animals
the point upwards.
Now 't is set,
And I can fall upon it. Yet one glance
which seems in motion.
The fountain moves without a wind: but shall
[A cloud comes from the fountain. He stands
Not I. Why should I mock What all are mocking? That's poor sport, methinks. What would you? Speak! To talk to thee in human language (for
As man is both, why not
Spirit or man?
Thou canst not yet speak mine), the forester
To petty burghers, who leave once a-year
Then waste not
Thy time on me: I seek thee not.
Are not far from me. Do not send me back:
What wilt thou do for me? STRANGER.
Shapes with you, if you will, since yours so irks you; Or form you to your wish in any shape.
Oh! then you are indeed the demon, for Nought else would wittingly wear mine.
Invest thee with his form?
Would that I had Been born with it! But since I may choose further, I will look further.
Emanation of a thing more glorious still. Was he e'er human only?
Let the earth speak, If there be atoms of him left, or even
[The Shade of Alcibiades disappears. Of the more solid gold that form'd his urn.
Yet one shadow more.
Get thee to Lamia's lap!
[The Shade of Demetrius Poliorcetes vanishes: another rises.
I'll fit you still,
Fear not, my hunchback. If the shadow of
Content! I will fix here.
I must commend Your choice. The god-like son of the sea-goddess, The unshorn boy of Peleus, with his locks As beautiful and clear as the amber waves Of rich Pactolus rolled o'er sands of gold, Softened by intervening crystal, and Rippled like flowing waters by the wind,
All vow'd to Sperchius as they were-behold them! And him as he stood by Polyxena,
With sanction'd and with soften'd love, before
The altar, gazing on his Trojan bride,
With some remorse within for Hector slain
[The Shade of Anthony disappears: another rises. I am impatient.
Who is this?
Who truly looketh like a demigod,
Blooming and bright, with golden hair, and stature,
As a youthful beauty Before her glass. You both see what is not, But dream it is what must be.
Must I wait'
No; that were pity. But a word or two.