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At cost of my dear soul! I have done thy work,
Do mine! and sign me that confession straight.
I'm in your power, and I'll have thee in mine!
Fer. Art thou indeed in earnest!

St. Pier. Look in my eyes.

Fer. Saint Pierre, perhaps I have underpaid thee?
St. Pier. Sign!

Fer. I'll double the amount!

St. Pier. Come, sign!

Fer. Saint Pierre,

Will forty thousand ducats please thee?

St. Pier. There's

The dial, and the sun is shining on it-
The shadow is on the very point of twelve-
My case is desperate! Your signature
Of vital moment is unto my peace!
My eye is on the dial! Pass the shadow
The point of noon, the breadth of but a hair
As can my eye discern-and, that unsigned,
The steel is in thy heart-I speak no more!
Fer. Saint Pierre !-Not speak?—Saint Pierre!
St. Pier. Is it signed?

Fer. [Writing hurriedly.] It is!

Ex. CCXLV.-THIRD SCENE FROM ION.

ION, AGENOR, PHOCION.

TALFOURD.

[ION forgives PHOCION's attempt to assassinate him.]
Enter ION and AGENOR.

Agen. Wilt thou not in to rest?

Ion. My rest is here

Beneath the greatness of the heavens, which awes
My spirit, tossed by sudden change, and torn

By various passions, to repose. Yet age

Requires more genial nourishment-pray seek it—
I will but stay thee to inquire once more

If any symptom of returning health

Bless the wan city?

Agen. No: the perishing

Lift up

their painful heads to bless thy name, And their eyes kindle as they utter it; But still they perish.

Ion. So!-give instant order,

The rites which shall confirm me in my throne,
Be solemnized to-morrow.

Agen. How! so soon,

While the more sacred duties to the dead
Remain unpaid?

Ion. Let them abide my time

They will not tarry long. I see them gaze
With wonder on me-do my bidding now,
And trust me till to-morrow. Pray go in,

The night will chill thee else.
Agen. Farewell, my lord!

Ion. Now all is stillness in my breast-how soon
To be displaced by more profound repose,

In which no thread of consciousness shall live
To feel how calm it is!-O lamp serene,
Do I lift up to thee undazzled eyes
For the last time? Shall I enjoy no more
Thy golden haziness, which seemed akin
To my young fortune's dim felicity?
And when it coldly shall embrace the urn
That shall contain my ashes, will no thought
Of all the sweet ones cherished by thy beams,
Awake to tremble with them? Vain regret!
The pathway of my duty lies in sunlight.
And I would tread it with as firm a step,
Though it should terminate in cold oblivion,
As if Elysian pleasures at its close

Gleamed palpable to sight as things of earth.
Who passes there?

[Exit.]

[Enter PHOCION, who strikes at ION with a dagger.] Pho. This to the king of Argos! [ION struggles with him, siezes the dagger, which he throws away.]

Ion. I will not fall by thee, poor wavering novice In the assassin's trade!-thy arm is feeble.

[He confronts PHOCION.] Phocion!-Was this well aimed? thou didst not mean

Pho. I meant to take thy life, urged by remembrance Of yesterday's great vow.

Ion. And couldst thou think

I had forgotten?

Pho. Thou?

Ion. Couldst thou believe

That one, whose nature had been armed to stop
The life-blood's current in a fellow's veins,
Would hesitate when gentler duty turned
His steel to nearer use! To-morrow's dawn
Shall see me wield the scepter of my fathers:
Come, watch beside my throne, and, if I fail
In sternest duty which my country needs,
My bosom will be open to thy steel,
As now to thy embrace!

Pho. Thus let me fall

Low at thy feet, and, kneeling, here receive
Forgiveness! do not crush me with more love
Than lies in the word "PARDON."

Ion. And that word

I will not speak;—what have I to forgive?
A devious fancy, and a muscle raised
Obedient to its impulse! Dost thou think
The tracings of a thousand kindnesses,

Which taught me all I guessed of brotherhood,
Are in the rashness of a moment lost?

Pho. I can not look upon thee: let me go,
And lose myself in darkness.

Ion. Nay, old playmate,

We part not thus:-the duties of my state
Will shortly end our fellowship: but spend

A few short minutes with me.

Dost remember

How in a night like this we climbed yon walls

Two vagrant urchins-and with tremulous joy

Skimmed through these statue-bordered walks, that gleamed
In bright succession? Let us tread them now,
And think we are but older by a day;
And that the pleasant walk of yester-night
We are to-night retracing. Come, my friend!
What, drooping yet! thou wert not wont to seem
So stubborn. Cheerily, my Phocion-come!

Ex. CCXLVI.—GUILT AND INNOCENCE.

[Scene.-A Cottage amongst the Bernese Alps.]

MANFRED and the CHAMOIS HUNTER.

BYRON.

C. Hun. No, no-yet pause-thou must not yet go forth; Thy mind and body are alike unfit

To trust each other, for some hours at least;
When thou art better, I will be thy guide-
But whither?

Man. It imports not. I do know

My route full well, and need no further guidance.

C. Hun. Thy garb and gait bespeak thee of high lineageOne of the many chiefs, whose castled crags

Look o'er the lower valleys-which of these
May call thee lord? I only know their portals;
My way of life leads me but rarely down
To bask by the huge hearths of those old halls,
Carousing with the vassals, but the paths,

Which step from out our mountains to their doors,
I know from childhood--which of these is thine?
Man. No matter.

C. Hun.
Well, sir, pardon me the question,
And be of better cheer. Come, taste my wine;
'Tis of an ancient vintage; many a day
It has thawed my veins among our glaciers; now
Let it do thus for thine.-Come, pledge me fairly,

Man. Away, away! there's blood upon the brim!
Will it then never, never sink into the earth?

C. Hun. Man of strange words, and some half-maddening sin,

Which makes thee people vacancy, whate'er

Thy dread and sufferance be, there's comfort yet—

The aid of holy men, and heavenly patience

Man. Patience and patience! Hence-that word was made For brutes of burden, not for birds of prey;

Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine,—

I am not of thine order.

C. Hun.

Thanks to heaven!

I would not be of thine, for the free fame

Of William Tell; but whatsoe'er thine ill,

It must be borne, and these wild starts are useless.
Man. Do I not bear it ?-Look on me- -I live.
C. Hun. This is convulsion, and no healthful life.
Man. I tell thee, man! I have lived many years,

Many long years, but they are nothing now
To those which I must number; ages-ages—
Space and eternity-and consciousness,

With the fierce thirst of death-and still unslaked!

C. Hun. Why, on thy brow the seal of middle age
Hath scarce been set; I am thine elder far.

Man. Think'st thou assistance doth depend on time?
It doth; but actions are our epochs; mine
Have made my days and nights imperishable,
Endless, and all alike, as sands on the shore,
Innumerable atoms; and one desert,

Barren and cold, on which the wild waves break,

But nothing rests, save carcasses and wrecks,

Rocks, and the salt surf weeds of bitterness.

C. Hun. Alas! he's mad-but yet I must not leave him. Man. I would I were-for then the things I see

Would be but a distempered dream.

C. Hun.
What is it
That thou dost see, or think thou lookest upon?
Man. Myself and thee-a peasant of the Alps-
Thy humble virtues, hospitable home,

And spirit patient, pious, proud, and free;

Thy self-respect, grafted on innocent thoughts;
Thy days of health, and nights of sleep; thy toils,
By danger dignified, yet guiltless; hopes
Of cheerful old age and a quiet grave,
With cross and garland over its green turf,
And thy grandchildren's love for epitaph;
This do I see and then I look within-

It matters not-my soul was scorched already!

C. Hun. And wouldst thou, then, exchange thy lot for mine?

Man. No, friend! I would not wrong thee, nor exchange My lot with living being: I can bear

However wretchedly, 'tis still to bear

In life what others could not brook to dream,

But perish in their slumber.

C. Hun.

This cautious feeling for another's pain,
Canst thou be black with evil?

Man

And with this,

Oh! no, no!

My injuries came down on those who loved me,—
On those whom I best loved: I never quelled
An enemy, save in my just defense ;—-

But my embrace was fatal.

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