Henriquez has been told of the Festival, but leaves the castle; and soon shrinks back again to his chamber, with his sword red with bloodhaving murdered Juen. While he is arraying himself fitly to join the show, Leonora, Mencia, Don Carlos a noble soldier attached to Henriquez, and company, are seen met in the Grand Hall of the castle, which is lighted up magnificently; and at that hour unexpectedly comes the King himself, and is conducted from the gate by Leonora, while the music plays a grand martial air. * King (to Leonora). Fair hostess, I am come in homely trim For such a gay assembly. Leo. Your poor servants Are greatly honoured by this condescension ; A glad surprise, so far beyond our hopes. King. Ay, and beyond mine own, fair dame; but finding From wrecks of mountain torrents, or neglect, The straight road to Zamora was impas sable, I took the wider compass, and proceeding Through these domains by favour of the night, Your castle from its woods looked temptingly, Leo. I am rejoiced to see you so recovered. Leo. Doubt not we shall be gay; but we expect Hen. Wait ye for such? Are they not come already? Hen. The world is full of them : Who knows the honest unclothed worth of those That by your side may stand, drink from your cup, Or in your bosom lie? We are all masquers. King. Your wine has cheered you to a gibing humour; You are severe, my Lord, on this poor world. Hen. If I have said amiss, e'en let it pass: A foolish rev'ller may at random speak : Who heeds his idle words?-Music, strike up. [TO HENRIQUEZ. The King retires with Henriquez to the bottom of the stage, and the guests prepare to dance, when a servant rushes in, and cries A murder'd body near the castle lies, But newly slain; and they who found it swear Leonora sinks on the floor, intently gazed at by Henriquez, who then says he will go to look at the body; but obeys the command of the King to spare himself such dismal sight, and as "The banquet to a funeral wake is turned," the assemblage breaks up, and all is horror. Henriquez has shut himself up in his chamber; and Leonora, attributing such seclusion partly to grief for the miserable death of Juen, and partly to want of affection for herself, implores Carlos to make her peace with her afflicted and offended husband. Car. Nay, charming Leonora, urge him not: Leon. Yet go to him; he will, perhaps, to thee, His fellow-soldier Car. You are in this deceived. To whom his mind, with all its nice reserve Above the sympathies of common men, may, He freely could unfold; and having lost him, His heart, I know it well, would from such boldness Leo. Yet Juen's death did seem to move him less propriety of his judgment than my own, I leave those whose names (also by mine own hand) are herein written, to be provided for, as he, thinking and acting for me when I shall no longer be able to think and act for myself, shall deem right. These, with the last love and blessing of my heart, I bequeath to him; desiring that my poor earthly remains may be laid in the same spot where he himself shall be interred." "Hen. You mentioned other deeds. Bal. Yes, good my lord; intrusted to my keeping, Here is besides a marriage contract made Between himself and the fair Mencia." Even from these extracts it will be felt how powerfully the distressful interest is sustained, and how natu rally; and though we confess that we are far from being skilled in the mystery of stage-effect, we cannot help thinking that such scenes would tell in representation. And are we mistaken in believing that what follows would agitate any audience? What did'st thou say? Hen. (starting from his chair with violent gesture). Say it again; I know not what thou said'st. Balt. It is, my Lord, a mariage-contract made The sister of your wife; to whom by stealth, He has of late made frequent visits; hoping Last night, with her consent, to have surprised you, By asking from your love a brother's blessing. [HENRIQUEZ falls back into his chair, uttering a deep groan. Leonora (rushing to him in great alarm). Alas! so strong an agony is here, The band of death is on him. Carlos. 'T is but the pitch and crisis of his grief: Be not alarm'd; he will recover presently. [DIEGO, coming forward, speaks aside to LEONORA. Diego. Bid all withdraw, and be with him alone When he recovers. Leo. (aside). How when he recovers? Alone with him! I know not what thou mean'st. Diego (speaking to her aloud). My Lord has from his youth been thus affected, When press'd by grief; I've seen him so before. And when the fit goes off, I've known him also Are necessary. Pardon me this boldness. Diego. It is a natural infirmity: Let all retire and leave him. Leo. (motions all to retire but CARLOS). Don Carlos will remain. [To DIEGO. And I will watch by you till he recover. [Exeunt all but DIEGO, LEONORA, and HENRIQUEZ, who, while she hangs over him, groans as before. Leo. That groan again! My dear-my dear Henriquez ! Alas! that look! thine agony is great : That motion too. (He rises). Why dost thou stare around? Where wouldst thou be? Hen. I' the blackest gulf of hell; The deepest den of misery and pain; Woe bound to woe-the cursed with the cursed! Leo. What horrible words, if they have any meaning! If they have none, most piteous !— Henriquez; O, my Lord!-My noble husband! I thought not thou would'st e'er have look'd on me Alas! and had'st thou nothing dear on earth But him whom thou hast lost? Hen. I had, I had! thy love was true and virtuous. And so it is thy hand upon my breast. (Pressing her hand, which she has : laid upon his breast.) I feel it-O how dear! Would thou wert false! (Is about to kiss it, but casts it from him.) It must not be! Would grinding contumely Had bowed me to the earth-worn from my mind The very sense and nature of a man! Faithful to me! Go, loose thee from my side; Thy faithfulness is agony ineffable, It makes me more accursed. Cling not to me; Were base were monstrous now.-Follow me not! Diego. And do not follow him; O do not, Madam! Leo. God grant it may! It is a fearful fit. Diego. No, no! what should I think? Retire to your apartment; I mean time The heart of Leonora has been quieted in respect to her husband's love, but is invaded by other still more distracting apprehensions-by suspicions she dare not think of, but cannot banish; she is alarmed to hear that Balthazer, Juen's secretary, has suddenly departed for Zamora, perhaps to seek an audience of the King. Mean while, Antonio, Mencia's lover, whom she had been prevailed on by her more ambitious sister to ACT III. [Exil. [Exeunt. give up, has been seized when lurk- SCEN The Burying Vault of the Castle, with Monuments of the Dead; and near the front of the Stage, a new-covered Grave, seen by the light of a lamp placed on a neighbouring Tomb, the Stage being otherwise dark. A solemn Requiem for the Dead is heard at a distance, sounding from above. As it draws to a close, HENRIQUEZ appears at the farther end of the Vault with a light in his hand, which he holds out from him, as if in search of some object, and, seeing the grave, casts the light from his hand, and rushes towards it. Hen. (after gazing some time on the grave). And here thou liest with all thy noble parts, Thy lofty, liberal soul, and goodly form, And heart of love so thorough and so true! This is thy rest, the meed and recompense Thy generous worth hath from thy friend received! Thy friend! O savage heart and cruel hand! Fell, hateful, faithless, cowardly, and base! Of every baleful thing, by Heaven cast off, Most cursed and miserable!— O that ere this the dust had cover'd me Like a crush'd snake, whose sting is yet unsheath'd! Shot erring in our days of boyish sport, He had sat there and wept and mourn'd for me, Thy name is on my lips, as it was wont; Thy form upon my fancy like that form Which bless'd my happy days. How he would look, Let any image cross my mind but this! No, no! not this! Sable, sepulchral gloom! i Embody to my sight some terrible thing, Those threat'ning gestures say thou art not Juen. (Rubbing his eyes). Who is the Soul of souls ascended hath, Dust to its dust return'd. There is nought here But silent rest, that can be roused no more. Burst, guilty heart! rend every nerve of life, Enter CARLOS. (Casting himself upon the grave). Carlos. (looking round him). He is not here: nought see I through the gloom, Save the cold marble of those tombs which, touch'd With the wan light of yon sepulchral lamp, Show their scroll'd ends to the uncertain sight, Like shrouded bodies rising from the earth. (Going towards the grave). It is Henriquez, wrapped in frantic sorrow. (Advancing to him). Nay, nay! rise from the earth-such frantic grief A man whose firm endurance of misfortune Has hitherto so graced his noble worth. Givest thou no answer but these heavy groans? Hen. (raising his head). What said'st thou ? Quit this dismal bed of death, And rouse thee to revenge thy murder'd friend. Hen. He is revenged; Heaven deals with guilt so monstrous. Carlos. Ay, but the hand of man shall add its mite. (Taking hold of his hand to raise him). Up from the earth! I've found the murderer, Hen. (springing up fiercely, and seizing him by the throat). Lay'st thou thy hand on me! What is or is not, The God of Heaven doth know, and he alone. Darest thou with mortal breath bestow that name To the dishonour of a noble house, Should brave Castilians On one of ancient princely lineage born? 'Tis more than he hath claim'd or we will credit. Carlos. And yet thou movest not. Does any sudden pain arrest thy steps? [Exeunt. |