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SCENE.-Würzburg-a garden in the environs. 1512.
FESTUS, PARACELSUS, MICHAL.
Par. Come close to me, dear friends; still closer; thus!
Nor shall my memory want a home in yours―
Forgiving love as shall embalm it there!
Par. Drop by drop!--she is weeping like a child! Not so! I am content-more than content
Nay, Autumn wins you best by this its mute
Look up, sweet Michal, nor esteem the less
Your stained and drooping vines their grapes bow down,
Of peeping blooms sprinkled its wealth among!
Alone by one old populous green wall,
Gray crickets, and shy lizards, and quick spiders,
Of bulrush whitening in the sun : laugh now!
Mich. In truth we have lived carelessly and well!
Par. And shall, my perfect pair-each, trust me, born For the other; nay, your very hair, when mixed, Is of one hue. For where save in this nook Shall you two walk, when I am far away, And wish me prosperous fortune? Stay! Whene'er That plant shall wave its tangles lightly and softly,
As a queen's languid and imperial arm
Which scatters crowns among her lovers, you
Some great success! Ah, see! the sun sinks broad
Fest. Now, Aureole, stay those wandering eyes awhile!
As if, where'er you gazed, there stood a star!
Par. I but spoke And looked alike from simple joy, to see The beings I love best, shut in so well From all rude chances like to be my lot, That, when afar, my weary spirit,-disposed To lose awhile its care in soothing thoughts Of them, their pleasant features, looks, and words,Need never hesitate, nor apprehend Encroaching trouble may have reached them too, Nor have recourse to Fancy's busy aid To fashion even a wish in their behalf Beyond what they possess already here; But, unobstructed, may at once forget Itself in them, assured how well they are. Beside, this Festus knows, he thinks me one Whom quiet and its charms attract in vain, One scarce aware of all the joys I quit, Too fill'd with airy hopes to make account Of soft delights which free hearts garner up: Whereas, behold how much our sense of all That's beauteous proves alike! When Festus learns That every common pleasure of the world
Affects me as himself; that I have just
As varied appetites for joy derived
From common things; a stake in life, in short,