So should my task be to evolve her love : Berth. Heroic truly! And your sole reward, - Val. Who thought upon reward? And yet how much Comes after oh, what amplest recompense! Is the knowledge of her, nought? the memory, nought? You will have blessed him to his whole life's end Wishing your good. [Offers the requisition, which she takes. The D. [having subscribed it.] And opportunely, sir Most on a wedding-day, as mine is too, Should gifts be thought of: yours comes first by right. Berth. He shall have whate'er he asks, Val. [Aside.] If I should ask perhaps, The withered bunch of flowers she wears Shall see! [After a pause, presenting his paper to the Prince. Cleves' Prince, redress the wrongs of Cleves! Berth. I will, sir! The D. [as VALENCE prepares to retire.] — Nay, do out your duty, first! You bore this paper; I have registered My answer to it: read it and have done! I take him give up Juliers and the world. [VALENCE reads it. Mel. Berthold, my one hero Of the world she gives up, one friend worth my books, Speak, for I know you through your Popes and Kings! I could not imitate I hardly envy- now, I do admire you. A somewhat wearier life seems to remain Than I thought possible where . . . 'faith, their life To listen and few words content me best. [Abruptly to the Courtiers.] I am your Duke, though! Who obey me here? The D. Adolf and Sabyne follow us Gui. [starting from the Courtiers.] - And I? Do I not follow them, if I may n't you? Shall not I get some little duties up At Ravestein and emulate the rest? God save you, Gaucelme ! 'Tis my Birthday, too! I shall leave over you will earn your wages Or Dietrich has forgot to ply his trade! The D. [with a light joyous laugh as she turns from them.] Val. [as she falls into his arms.] ... - And thee! DRAMATIC ROMANCES INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP. I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. II. Just as perhaps he mused "My plans Let once my army-leader Lannes Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew Full-galloping; nor bridle drew Until he reached the mound. III. Then off there flung in smiling joy, By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect (So tight he kept his lips compressed, You looked twice ere you saw his breast IV. 66 "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon ! The Marshal's in the market-place, To see your flag-bird flap his vans Perched him!" The chief's eye flashed; his plans V. The chief's eye flashed; but presently Softened itself, as sheathes A film the mother-eagle's eye When her bruised eaglet breathes; "You're wounded!" 66 'Nay," the soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said: "I'm killed, Sire!" And his chief beside, Smiling the boy fell dead. THE PATRIOT. AN OLD STORY. I. It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad: II. The air broke into a mist with bells, The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries. Had I said, "Good folk, mere noise repels But give me your sun from yonder skies!' They had answered, " And afterward, what else?" III. Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun Nought man could do, have I left undone : IV. There's nobody on the house-tops now - I go in the rain, and, more than needs, VI. Thus I entered, and thus I go! In triumphs, people have dropped down dead. "Paid by the world, what dost thou owe Me?"- God might question; now instead, 'Tis God shall repay: I am safer so. MY LAST DUCHESS. FERRARA. That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands A heart-how shall I say?-too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. |