In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me! Crash with a frequent conflict; but ye pass, C. Hun. The mists begin to rise from up the valley; I'll warn him to descend, or he may chance To lose at once his way and life together. Man. The mists boil up around the glaciers; clouds I am giddy. Man. Mountains have fallen, Leaving a gap in the clouds, and with the shock The ripe green valleys with destruction's splinters; Which crush'd the waters into mist, and made thus, Thus, in its old age, did Mount Rosenberg - Friend! have a care, for the love Of him who made you, stand not on that brink! a fitting tomb; Such would have been for me My bones had then been quiet in their depth; Ye were not meant for me Earth! take these atoms! [As MANFRED is in act to spring from the cliff, the CHAMOIS HUNTER seizes and retains him with a sudden grasp. C. Hun. Hold, madman! though aweary of thy life, Stain not our pure vales with thy guilty blood Away with me Man. I am most I am all feebleness Spinning around me I will not quit my hold. - nay, grasp me not the mountains whirl C. Hun. I'll answer that anon. Away with me here, take this staff, and cling A moment to that shrub now give me your hand, The Chalet will be gained within an hour - 1 [As they descend the rocks with difficulty, the scene closes. ACT II. SCENE I. A Cottage amongst the Bernese Alps. MANFRED and the CHAMOIS HUNTER. 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; 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 lin eage One of the many chiefs, whose castled crags Which step from out our mountains to their doors, C. Hun. Well, sir, pardon me the question, And be of better cheer. Come, taste my wine; 'T is of an ancient vintage; many a day 'T 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 in the earth? C. Hun. What dost thou mean? thy senses wander from thee. Man. I say 't is blood-my blood! the pure warn stream Which ran in the veins of my fathers, and in ours When we were in our youth, and had one heart, And this was shed: but still it rises up, Colouring the clouds, that shut me out from heaven, 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 — Man. Patience and patience! Hence - that word was made For brutes of burthen, not for birds of prey; 'I am not of thine order. C. Hun. Thanks to heaven! I would not be of thine for the free fame It must be borne, and these wild starts are useless. ages With the fierce thirst of death and still unslaked! Man. Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? Barren and cold, on which the wild waves break, [him. C. Hun. Alas! he 's mad - but yet I must not leave Man. I would I were for then the things I see Would be but a distemper'd dream. C. Hun. What is it That thou dost see, or think thou look'st 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; It matters not -my soul was scorch'd already! Tmine? C. Hun. And would'st thou then exchange thy lot for My lot with living being: I can bear However wretchedly, 't is still to bear In life what others could not brook to dream, But perish in their slumber. C. Hun. And with this This cautious feeling for another's pain, Canst thou be black with evil? — say not so. Man. Oh! no, no, no! My injuries came down on those who loved me But my embrace was fatal. C. Hun. Heaven give thee rest! And penitence restore thee to thyself; Man. But can endure thy pity. I depart 'T is time farewell! I need them not, Here's gold and thanks for thee No words - it is thy due.-Follow me not- SCENE II. A lower Valley in the Alps. A Cataract. It is not noon -the sunbow's rays (1) still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, [Exit MAN (1) This iris is formed by the rays of the sun over the lower part of the Alpine VOL. IV.-C And roll the sheeted silver's waving column I will call her. [MANFRED takes some of the water into the palm of· his hand, and flings it into the air, muttering the adjuration. After a pause, the WITCH OF THE ALPS rises beneath the arch of the sunbow of the torrent.. Beautiful Spirit! with thy hair of light, And dazzling eyes of glory, in whose form Of purer elements; while the hues of youth, - The blush of earth embracing with her heaven, - - The beauties of the sunbow which bends o'er thee. I read that thou wilt pardon to a Son Of Earth, whom the abstruser powers permit And gaze on thee a moment. Witch. Son of Earth! I know thee, and the powers which give thee power; And deeds of good and ill, extreme in both, I have expected this what would'st thou with me? Man. To look upon thy beauty-nothing further. Take refuge in her mysteries, and pierce To the abodes of those who govern her torrents: it is exactly like a rainbow come down to pay a visit, and so close that you may walk into it: this effect lasts till noon. |