"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 answer'd gravely As an acknowledged elder, calmer, wiser, More gifted mortal. O you must remember, For all your glorious . . . Par. Glorious? ay, to wit, this hair, These hands—nay, touch them, they are mine—recall With all the said recallings, times when thus To lay them by your own ne'er turn'd you pale, As now. Fest. Most glorious, are they not? Why ... why. . . Something must be subtracted from success So wide, no doubt. He would be scrupulous, truly, Par. My friend! you seek my pleasure, past a doubt: You will best gain your point by talking, not Of me, but of yourself. Fest. Have I not said All touching Michal and my children? Sure His namesake. Sigh not! 't is too much to ask By showing interest in my quiet life; To tranquil pleasures, must at heart despise . . . I help'd a man to die, some few weeks since, A mighty herd of favourites. No mean trick He died, grown old; and just an hour before— Would not be precious as those blooms to him. It seems to me much worthier argument Why pansies,✼ eyes that laugh, are lovelier Than violets, eyes that dream—(your Michal's choice)— Than all fools find to wonder at in me, Or in my fortunes: and be very sure I say this from no prurient restlessness— No self-complacency—itching to vary, And turn, and view its pleasure from all points, * Citrinula (flammula) herba Paracelso multùm familiaris. DORN. And, in this instance, willing other men The realness of the very joy it lives on. What should delight me like the news of friends As mountain-baths to wild fowls in their flight? Par. When but this morning at my class ? There was noise and crowd enough. I saw you not: Surely you know I am engaged to fill The chair here? that 't is part of my proud fate Peril of benches, long unused to crack Fest. I was there, indeed. I mingled with the throng: shall I avow Small care was mine to listen? I was intent On gathering from the murmurs of the crowd What can I learn about your powers? but they Those various natures whom you sway as one. But ere I go, be sure I shall attend. . ... Par. Stop, o' God's name: the thing's by no means yet Past remedy. Shall I read this morning's labour? At least in substance? Nought so worth the gaining As an apt scholar: thus then, with all due Precision and emphasis—(you, besides, are clearly Guiltless of understanding more a whit The subject than your stool—allow'd to be A notable advantage)... Fest. You laugh at me! Par. Surely, Aureole, I laugh? Ha, ha! thank heaven, I charge you, if 't be so! for I forget Much—and what laughter should be like: no less, However, I forego that luxury, |