Tasso. Prin. Tasso. I do not wish to go, nor shall, unless My friends disturb my home by vain dissensions. O, teach me but what I shall do for thee; The gods are separate and elevate All women ought to love the bard, whose lay From one model I pictured all; if any shall be deemed Worthy of immortality, to that model They owe it. My Clorinda and Hermione Her unheeded but undying faith. Olindo, His sorrow and Sophronia's magnanimity, Are not the children of my fancy; now They exist, and if profound reality Tasso. No more at present, Tasso. If some things May suddenly be seized, yet love and virtue (Nearly, I think, related to each other) Ask in their quest patience and self-denial. Forget not this. And now adieu, my friend. SCENE II. TASSO, alone. Is it permitted thee to ope thine eyes And look around-above thee? Did these pillars Hear what she spake? They were the witnesses How a descending goddess lifted me Into a new, incomparable day. What power, what wealth, lie in this new-traced circle ! My happiness outruns my wildest dream! Let those born blind think what they will of colors, To the cleared eye wakens a novel sense. What courage, what presentiment! Drunk with joy, I scarce can tread the indicated path, And how shall I deserve the choicest gifts Must give me claim to confidence they shall. O, how did I deserve that she should choose me ! Yet that choice speaks my worth. Yes; I am worthy, Or chant in every grove thy charms and virtues. Tasso. Anto. Tasso. Be lonely, sad, or weak. Thou wilt be with me. Anto. SCENE III. TASSO, ANTONIO. Be welcome to me as if now first seen. Thy coming is most happy. Welcome, welcome! A heart and hand which thou must not disdain. No one can blame the prudence which we need Let each for himself decide when these occur, Since each must bear the weight of his own error. Well, be it so. I now have asked thy friendship, Swayed by a wish the princess has expressed, And she could not expect that I should urge it. Time and acquaintance may perchance give value To what thou now almost disdain'st. Moderation Is still reproached as coldness by those men. Who give impetuous heat the name of tenderness Tasso. Thou blamest what I blame and shun. Though young Anto. I know that constancy and vehemence Seldom combine. Act wisely as thou speakest. Tasso. Thou hast a right to advise and warn me, since Experience is thy friend and guide. Yet trust me, The heart soon learns all that she teaches; |