For thence came with our weakness sympathy Apr. No, no.. Crown me? I am not one of you! 'Tis he, the king, you seek. I am not one . . . Par. Give me thy spirit, at least! Let me love, too I have attained, and now I may depart. III-PARACELSUS. SCENE-A chamber in the house of Paracelsus at Basil. 1526. PARACELSUS, FESTUS. Par. Heap logs, and let the blaze laugh out! True, true! Fest. Forgotten in this glad unhoped renewal Of our affections. Par. Oh, omit not aught Which witnesses your own and Michal's love! Fest. Nay, even your honours, in a sense, I wave. And Courts, shall be no more than Aureole still- Has won for you. Par. Yes, yes; and Michal's face Still wears that quiet and peculiar light, Like the dim circlet floating round a pearl? Fest. Just so. Par. And yet her calm sweet countenance Though saintly, was not sad; for she would sing Alone... Does she still sing alone, bird-like, Not dreaming you are near? Her carols dropt In flakes through that old leafy bower built under The sunny wall at Würzburg, from her lattice Among the trees above, while I, unseen, Sate conning some rare scroll from Tritheim's shelves, My mind from study. Those were happy days! Fest. Scarcely alone-her children, you may guess. Are wild beside her . . . Par. Ah, those children quite Unsettle the pure picture in my mind: A girl-she was so perfect, so distinct No change, no change! Not but this added grace And most a change in ought I loved long since! So Michal you have said she thinks of me? Fest. O very proud will Michal be of you! Imagine how we sate, long winter-nights, Scheming and wondering-shaping your presumed Adventures, or devising their reward; Shutting out fear with all the strength of hope. And flitting shade could sadden all; it seemed How you would laugh should I recount them now! With gifts beyond the greatest vaunt of all, All Tritheim's wondrous troop; did one of which Fest. Say, one whose sunrise Well warranted our faith in this full noon! Can I forget the anxious voice which said, "Festus, have thoughts like these e'er shaped themselves "In other brains than mine-have their possessors "Existed in like circumstance-were they weak "As I-or ever constant from the first, 66 'Despising youth's allurements, and rejecting "As spider-films the shackles I endure? "Is there hope for me?"—and I answered grave As an acknowledged elder, calmer, wiser, More gifted mortal. O you must remember, For all your glorious Par. Glorious? ay, this hair, These hands-nay, touch them, they are mine! Recal With all the said recallings, times when thus To lay them by your own ne'er turned you pale, As now. Most glorious, are they not? Something must be subtracted from success So wide, no doubt. He would be scrupulous, truly, From the enjoyment of your well-won meed. Par. My friend! you seek my pleasure, past a doubt By talking, not of me, but of yourself, You will best gain your point. Fest. Have I not said Sure All touching Michal and my children? His namesake! Sigh not! 'tis too much to ask By showing interest in my quiet life; You, who of old could never tame yourself To tranquil pleasures, must at heart despise ... Par. Festus, strange secrets are let out by Death, |