E'en from thy voice.-The high remembrances Of other days are stirring in the heart Where thou didst plant them; and they speak of men Acts, that would bear heaven's light.-And such be mine! The praise and blessings of all valiant hearts On our most righteous cause? Proc. What wouldst thou do? Rai. I would go forth, and rouse the indignant land Than hosts can wield against her?-I would rouse Proc. Aye! and give time and warning to the foe There is a work to be this eve begun, When rings the vesper bell! and, long before Of the provençal tongue within our walls, Rai. What! such sounds As falter on the lip of infancy In its imperfect utterance? or are breathed Proc. Since thou dost feel Such horror of our purpose, in thy power Rai. Speak! oh speak! my heart Proc. How would those rescued thousands bless thy name Shouldst thou betray us! Rai. Father! I can bear— Aye, proudly woo-the keenest questioning Of thy soul-gifted eye; which almost seems Proc. (After a pause.) Thou hast a brow When, at the crushing of our glorious world, To realize its dreams ?-Aye, shrinking not SELECTION VI. MORDENT-LENOX. -Holcraft. Mordent. We are now in private. Lenox. I am glad we are. Mor. And now, sir, I insist on a clear and explicit answer. Where may I find Joanna? Len. Nay, sir, where may I find Joanna? Mor. Mr. Lenox, I will not be trifled with; where is she? Len. Nor will I be trifled with, Mr. Mordent: I say where is she? The contrivance was your own. I know you. The moment you set your eyes on her, you began your treacherous plots to secure her affections; and, when you found I would not resign mine at your persuasion, you put them in practice, while you treacherously pretended to secure her to me. I tell you, I know you. Mor. This will not serve, sir; it is all evasion. Len. Ay, sir, it is evasion! cunning, cruel, base evasion! and I affirm she is in your possession. Mor. Mr. Lenox, I am at this moment a determined and desperate man, and must be answered. Where is she? Len. Sir, I am as determined and desperate as yourself, and I say where is she? For you alone can tell. Mor. Len. "Tis false! False? Mor. Ay, false ! Len. (Going up to him.) He is the falsest of the false that dares whisper such a word. Mor. Hark ye, sir! I understand your meaning, and came purposely provided. (Draws a pair of pistols.) Take your choice; they are loaded. Len. Oh! with all my heart! Come, sir! Mor. (Placing himself.) Foot to foot! Len. Why don't you unlock your pistol? Len. Why do you turn it out of the line? (Pause.) I see your intention. Mordent, you are tired of life and want me to murder you. Hang it, man, that is not treating your friend like a friend. Kill me if you will, but don't make me your assassin. Mor. Nay, kill me, or tell me where I may find the wretched Joanna. Len. Fiends seize me, if I can tell you! I know not where, or what is become of her. Mor. Your behavior tells me you are sincere; and to convince you at once that I am no less so, know-she is my daughter. Len. Your daughter!-I'll seek the world through with you to find her. Forgive me! Mor. Would I could forgive myself! Len. But it seems, then, she has escaped, and is perhaps in safety. Mor. Oh! that she were! Let us retire. Alberto. SELECTION. VII. ALBERTO-THEODORE.-Anonymous. Enter and fear not, trembler. Thou shalt live. Theodore. Ay, that I feared. Alb. Dost hear me, boy? I say, That thou shalt live. Theo. I feared so. Alb. Wouldst thou die? Theo. If it pleased heaven, most willingly. I know That I'm a prisoner. I shall never walk In the sun's blessed light, or feel the touch All idly babbling to the moon, or taste The morning breath of flowers. The thousand charms A now Sr. mss on a clear and explicit answer. mu. Joanna sr.. Whave mer I find Joanna ? 1: Lens wil n be trified with; where is she? Nr vil I rifted with, Mr. Mordent: I say where The contrivance was YOU: PWR. I know you. The momen vol se vor eres or her, you began your treacherous nus u secure her affections; and, when you found I would no resign, mine at your persuasion, you put them in practice, whin v reacherously pretended to secure her to me. I tell Ar This will not serve, sit; it is a and firm, she is in your possession len. Fuise? Nie. Ar, false! Song up to him.) dares whisper such a word No. Hark re, sir! I purposely provided. (D choice; they are loaded. |