Was a rock in our way which I cut through, Familiar feuds and vain recriminations Of things which cannot be undone. We have Sieg. [solus and listening]. He hath clear'd The door sound loud behind him! He is safe! [He leans down upon a stone seat, near the wall of the tower, in a drooping posture. Enter ULRIC, with others armed, and with weapons drawn. Ulr. Despatch !—he's there. You stand high with the state; what passes here Will not excite her too great curiosity : Keep your own secret, keep a steady eye, Sieg. Yes; if you want another victim, strike! Stir not, and speak not ;-leave the rest to me : Ulr. [seeing him stript of his jewels]. Where We must have no third babblers thrust between is the ruffian who hath plunder'd you? [Exit ULRIC. Vassals, despatch in search of him! You see Sieg. [solus] Am I awake? are these my 'Twas as I said-the wretch hath stript my father fathers' halls? [ever Of jewels which might form a prince's heir-loom! Away! I'll follow you forthwith. us. And you my son! My son! mine! who have Wolves prowl in company. He hath the key [Exit into the turret, closing the door after him. SCENE II.-The Interior of the Turret. [Exeunt all but SIEGENDORF and ULRIC. What's this? Sieg. Stop! I command-entreat-implore! Will you then leave me? Ulr. [Oh, Ulric! What! remain to be Denounced-dragg'd, it may be, in chains; and Ulr. name ! The foresters ! Sieg. Frankfort! Ulr. Yes-men-who are worthy of the name ! Your senators that they look well to Prague; Enter JOSEPHINE and IDA. [laid What is't we hear? My Siegendorf!| Thank Heaven, I see you safe! Jos. Sieg. Ida. Safe! Yes, dear father! Sieg. No, no; I have no children: never more Call me by that worst name of parent. Jos. Means iny good lord? Sieg. To a demon! What Ida. [taking ULRIC'S hand]. Who shall dare Sieg. Ida, beware! there's blood upon that Ulr. Away! it is your father's! Exit ULRIC. And I have loved this man ! Sieg. THE DEFORMED TRANSFORMED: A DRAMA. 1824. ADVERTISEMENT, · THIS production is founded partly on the story of a novel called 'The Three Brothers published many years ago, from which M. G. Lewis's Wood Demon' was also taken : an partly on the Faust' of the great Goethe. The present publication contains the two first purs only, and the opening chorus of the third. The rest may perhaps appear hereafter. If there would be another unlike thee, Arn. Of the young bull, until the milkmaid finds Arn. [solus]. Oh, mother! and I must do Her bidding-wearily but willingly I would fulfil it, could I only hope A kind word in return. What shall I do? [ARNOLD begins to cut wood: in doing this he wounds one of his hands. [kin, My labour for the day is over now. [earth Like them? Oh, that each drop which falls to Would rise a snake to sting them, as they have stung me! Or that the devil, to whom they liken me, [ARNOLD goes to a spring, and stoops to wash his hands: he starts back. They are right; and Nature's mirror shows me What she hath made me. I will not look on it Again, and scarce dare think on't. Hideous wretch That I am! The very waters mock me with This wither'd slip of nature's nightshade-my And I can fall upon it. Yet one glance He [A cloud comes from the fountain. stands gazing upon it: it is dispelled, and a tall black man comes towards him. What would you? Speak! As man is both, why not Arn. Spirit or man? Stran. Say both in one? Arn. You may be devil. Stran. Your form is man's, and yet So many men are that [me Which is so call'd or thought, that you may add To which you please, without much wrong to either. But come you wish to kill yourself ;-pursue Your purpose. 4 Arn. Arn. Unless you keep company With him (and you seem scarce used to such high Society), you can't tell how he approaches; And for his aspect, look upon the fountain, And then on me, and judge which of us twain Looks likest what the boors believe to me Their cloven-footed terror. Arn. Do you dare you To taunt me with my born deformity? Stran. Were I to taunt a buffalo with this Cloven foot of thine, or the swift dromedary With thy sublime of humps, the animals Would revel in the compliment. And yet Both beings are more swift, more strong, more In action and endurance than thyself, [mighty And all the fierce and fair of the same kind Arn. Give me the strength then of the buffalo's foot, When he spurns high the dust, beholding his Arn. [with surprise]. Thou canst? Stran. Perhaps. Would you aught else? Arn. Thou mockest me. Shadows of beauty! This is the hour! From the depth of this fountain, As the cloud-shapen giant Bestrides the Hartz Mountain.* Come as ye were, That our eyes may behold The model in air Of the form I will mould, Bright as the Iris When ether is spann'd ; Such his desire is, [Pointing to AR- Demons who wore The form of the stoic This is the hour! [Various phantoms arise from the wi and pass in succession before the STRAN GER and ARNOLD. Arn. What do I see? Stran. The black-eyed Roman, w The eagle's beak between those eyes which ne Beheld a conqueror, or look'd along The land he made not Rome's, while Rom became His, and all those who heir'd his very name. Arn. The phantom's bald; my quest is tear Inherit but his fame with his defects. Cal. Stran. His brow was girt with laurels than hairs. You see his aspect-choose it, or reject. Arn. I will fight ta But not as a mock Cæsar. Let him pass; His aspect may be fair, but suits me not. This is a well-known German superstition-a s shadow produced by reflection on the Brocken Stran. Then you are far more difficult to You seem congenial, will you wear his features? please Arn. No. As you leave me choice, I am difficult, Than Cato's sister, or than Brutus's mother, The phantom of JULIUS CÆSAR disappears. More lovely than the last. How beautiful! StraR. Such was the curled son of Cinias ;— Wouldst thou Invest thee with his form? Arn. Would that I had Been born with it! But since I may choose I will look further. [further The shade of ALCIBIADES disappears. Lo! behold again! Stran. Arn. What! that low, swarthy, short-nosed, round-eyed satyr, With the wide nostrils and Silenus' aspect, Stran. But you reject him? Arn. If his form could bring me Tha: which redeem'd it-no. Stran. I have no power To promise that; but you may try, and find it Easier in such a form, or in your own. Arn. No. I was not born for philosophy, Though I have that about me which has need Let him fleet on. [on't. Stran. Be air, thou hemlock-drinker! [The shadow of SOCRATES disappears: another rises. If but to see the heroes I should ne'er Stran. Hence, triumvir, Thy Cleopatra's waiting. Stran. If there be atoms of him left, or even The shame Arn. Yet one snadow more. Stran. [addressing the shadow]. Get thee to Lamia's lap! [The shade of DEMETRIUS POLIORCETES vanishes: another rises. I'll fit you still, Fear not, my hunchback; if the shadows of Your soul be reconciled to her new garment. I must commend Your choice. The god-like son of the sea-goddess, The unshorn boy of Peleus, with his locks Arn. So I gaze upon him As if I were his soul, whose form shall soon Envelope mine. Stran. You have done well. The greatest Deformity should only barter with The extremest beauty, if the proverb's true Of mortals, that extremes meet. Arn Come! Be quick! |