To live thus, and thus die! Yet, as I leapt Who, sick of wandering from Bouillon's war, Long days At least to spend in the Isle! and, my news known An hour hence, what if Anael turn on me The great black eyes I must forget? Why, fool, Recall them, then? My business is with Djabal, Not Anael! Djabal tarries: if I seek him?— The Isle is brighter than its wont to-day. ACT II. Enter DJABAL. Djabal. That a strong man should think himself a I-Hakeem? To have wandered through the world, Nought less than Hakeem's? The persuading Loys To pass probation here; the getting access By Loys to the Prefect; worst of all, And I feel this first to-day! Does the day break, is the hour imminent When one deed, when my whole life's deed, my deed Must be accomplished? Hakeem? Why the God? "Returns from traversing the world, a man, Have I brought Venice to afford us convoy? "True-but my jugglings wrought that!" Put I heart Into our people where no heart lurked?-"Ah, "What cannot an impostor do!" Not this! Not do this which I do! Not bid avaunt Falsehood! Thou shalt not keep thy hold on me! My mother's arms twine still about my neck; "I hear my brother shriek, here's yet the scar "Of what was meant for my own death-blow-say, "If you had woke like me, grown year by year "Out of the tumult in a far-off clime, "Would it be wondrous such delusion grew? "I walked the world, asked help at every hand; "Came help or no? Not this and this? Which helps "When I returned with, found the Prefect here, "The Druses here, all here but Hakeem's self, "The Khalif of the thousand prophecies, "Reserved for such a juncture,—could I call "My mission aught but Hakeem's? Promised Hakeem "More than performs the Djabal-you absolve? "-Me, you will never shame before the crowd "Yet happily ignorant ?-Me, both throngs surround, "The few deceived, the many unabused, "-Who, thus surrounded, slay for you and them "The Prefect, lead to Lebanon? No Khalif, "T is told! The whole Druse nation knows thee, Hakeem, As we! and mothers lift on high their babes Who seem aware, so glisten their great eyes, Thou hast not failed us; ancient brows are proud; Than at thy coming! The Druse heart is thine! Take it! my lord and theirs, be thou adored! 'T is chronicled thou bad'st them. Djabal [aside]. 'T is not mine-not for me! Khalil. I abjure it! Why pour they wine Flavoured like honey and bruised mountain-herbs, Or wear those strings of sun-dried cedar-fruit? The last sun rise on the Isle: he can see now! They can look up when we reach home, they say. Smell!-sweet cane, saved in Lilith's breast thus long Sweet!-it grows wild in Lebanon. And I Alone do nothing for thee! 'T is my office Just to announce what well thou know'st-but thus Thou bidst me. At this self-same moment tend The Prefect, Nuncio and the Admiral Hither by their three sea-paths: nor forget |