O why shouldst thou look back; who hast so much Of joy before thee? Eus. Joy for me?-in what? In constant fears that those in whom I trust Will leave me to the loneliness of those A hue in heaven, which hath not something in it Is there a virtue blooming in this world Which will not show thee in thy meek forgiveness? O, Annabelle! I came to thee in fear But still prepared, and anxious for reproach; Ann. Must I not Remain your friend? This morn, while yet the sun And purple clouds, like happy lovers, stole I threw my lattice wide to drink the stream Of liquid odours rolling from the south; And bells and flageolets, and all the sounds Mix'd in a feeling more beloved than either, And then- and then-the thoughts of silly maids For thee, Eustache ? Eus. To tell thee. Ann. I thought I had no more Nor thou hast, Eustache; I'll guess it. I know not-I-I shall speak presently. I pray thee think not that I grieve thou'rt happy ; To win the garden, blooming with bright stars, Ann. Not madly-no. Be cheerful, dear Eus- I shall do well enough-I must love still, For that is life, and that thy bride will spare me; But here is that which I have worn for years, Smiled with, and wept with, and almost believed And could but speak, I would enjoin it tell thee No, dear Eustache-no more than dwells within Eus. The first dear present of accepted love! For such I made the lineaments of one More faithful, and, like thee, forsaken. Ann. Ah! The fierce Merzon! Mathilde's deserted lover! I have a chill foreboding—he hath neʼer Enjoy'd the bliss of pardoning a wrong, And has a heart that would not shrink from blood, Though 'twere his father's. Eus. He is freely welcome To every drop of mine, for I do long For some dire, speedy vengeance to o'ertake me. Thou ne'er wilt know the shuddering of that pause When guilt awaits its meed. Ann. What men are these? Eus. A troop of minions from the city bandits, Reeking from carnage, and in search of fresh. Ann. O, wherefore should th' unhallow'd mis creants Bring here their death-denouncing steps? Eustache, Thou'st shown too oft thy manly indignation Against the murderers-thou hast cross'd their path, With speech and sword till thou hast roused their hate Ah me! thy virtue was enough for that! Indeed thou must not meet them. Eus. Nor avoid I scorn'd the wretches when my life was preciousI have less need to fly them now. ANNABELLE, EUSTACHE, GERAULT, OFFICER, Ger. AND GENS-D'ARMES. Thy hand-we once were comrades. Eus. (turning from him). of. Eustache, Once. Thou hast Some certain friends, Eustache, who see with pity Thy daily horror at these grievous times Some who would spare thee its continuance. pray I'll for them and thee that you may find Ger. Thou'rt summon'd to thy trial. Eus. Most rapid payment! fatal, but most just! Sir, I am too straightforward to love forms Death cannot come more welcome than to him That's out of love with life. Your mock tribunal Will never hear me plead to it, nor revel To suppliant Eustache; therefore, at once, The blood that spurns you. (To Annabelle) Mute, thou faithful one! Thou'lt not be so where tones like thine are heard. On, sir-I am as ready to be led As thou to lead me. Ger. Now, by heaven, young soldier, Thou'st made me hate my office. I have heard The howling of a thousand recreants Unmoved, but tamely to destroy the brave Is the worst blot on bravery. Ann. (rushing to him). Bless thee, bless thee! Thou wilt return, and take, instead of blood, All good men's prayers for ever! Ger. Would I could But see (pointing to his attendants), 'tis past my power to befriend him; A word would make me partner in his fate. Ann. Art thou not human? Of. (advancing to Eustache). We delay too long. Ann. (flinging one arm round Eustache, and oppos ing with the other). Stand off! who dares to place a villain's hand Eus. And so farewell! Ann. Leave thee! I leave thee! Let Mathilde enjoy Thy sunshine-in the storm thou'rt mine again! |