We have indeed There is guilt in this, Else could so strong a mind have ever known These trepidations? Plain it is that Heaven Has marked out this foul Wretch as one whose crimes
Been most presumptuous.
Must never come before a mortal judgment-seat, Or be chastised by mortal instruments.
Mar. A thought that's worth a thousand worlds! [Goes towards the dungeon.
Osw. I grieve That, in my zeal, I have caused you so much pain. Mar. Think not of that! 'tis over-we are safe. Osw. (as if to himself, yet speaking aloud). The truth is hideous, but how stifle it?
Were there a Man who, being weak and helpless And most forlorn, should bribe a Mother, pressed By penury, to yield him up her Daughter, A little Infant, and instruct the Babe, Prattling upon his knee, to call him Father-
Lacy. Why, if his heart be tender, that offence I could forgive him.
Mar. (going on). And should he make the Child An instrument of falsehood, should he teach her To stretch her arms, and dim the gladsome light Of infant playfulness with piteous looks Of misery that was not
Or own we baby Spirits? Genuine courage
Is not an accidental quality,
A thing dependent for its casual birth
On opposition and impediment.
Wisdom, if Justice speak the word, beats down
The giant's strength; and, at the voice of Justice, Spares not the worm. The giant and the worm---
She weighs them in one scale. The wiles of woman, And craft of age, seducing reason, first Made weakness a protection, and obscured The moral shapes of things. His tender cries And helpless innocence-do they protect The infant lamb? and shall the infirmities, Which have enabled this enormous Culprit To perpetrate his crimes, serve as a Sanctuary To cover him from punishment? Shame!-Justice, Admitting no resistance, bends alike
The feeble and the strong. She needs not here
Her bonds and chains, which make the mighty feeble. I will explain the cause. -We recognise in this old Man a victim
SCENE, the door of the Hostel, a group of Pilgrims as before; IDONEA and the Host among them. Host. Lady, you'll find your Father at the Convent As I have told you: He left us yesterday With two Companions; one of them, as seemed, His most familiar Friend. (Going.) There was a letter
Of which I heard them speak, but that I fancy Has been forgotten.
St. Cuthbert speed you on your holy errand.
[Exeunt IDONEA and Pilgrims
Osw. Carry him to the Camp! Yes, to the Camp. Oh, Wisdom! a most wise resolve ! and then, That half a word should blow it to the winds! This last device must end my work.--Methinks It were a pleasant pastime to construct A scale and table of belief-as thus
Two columns, one for passion, one for proof;
Each rises as the other falls: and first, Passion a unit and against us-proof- Nay, we must travel in another path,
Or we 're stuck fast for ever;-passion, then, Shall be a unit for us; proof-no, passion! We'll not insult thy majesty by time,
Person, and place the where, the when, the how, And all particulars that dull brains require To constitute the spiritless shape of Fact, They bow to, calling the idol, Demonstration. A whipping to the Moralists who preach That misery is a sacred thing: for me, I know no cheaper engine to degrade a man, Nor any half so sure. This Stripling's mind Is shaken till the dregs float on the surface; And, in the storm and anguish of the heart, He talks of a transition in his Soul, And dreams that he is happy. We dissect The senseless body, and why not the mind?— These are strange sights-the mind of man, upturned,
Is in all natures a strange spectacle ;
In some a hideous one-hem! shall I stop? No.—Thoughts and feelings will sink deep, but then They have no substance. Pass but a few minutes, And something shall be done which Memory May touch, whene'er her Vassals are at work.
Enter MARMADUKE, from behind. Osw. (turning to meet him).
Osw. But hear the proofs- Mar.
How you would be disturbed by this dire news, And therefore chose this solitary Moor, Here to impart the tale, of which, last night,
I strove to ease my mind, when our two Comrades, Commissioned by the Band, burst in upon us. Mar. Last night, when moved to lift the avenging steel,
I did believe all things were shadows-yea, Living or dead all things were bodiless, Or but the mutual mockeries of body, Till that same star summoned me back again. Now I could laugh till my ribs ached. Oh Fool! To let a creed, built in the heart of things, Dissolve before a twinkling atom!—Oswald, I could fetch lessons out of wiser schools Than you have entered, were it worth the pains. Young as I am, I might go forth a teacher, And you should see how deeply I could reason
Ay, prove that when two peas Of love in all its shapes, beginnings, ends;
When I returned with water from the brook, I overheard the Villains every word Like red-hot iron burnt into my heart. Said one," It is agreed on. The blind Man Shall feign a sudden illness, and the Girl, Who on her journey must proceed alone, Under pretence of violence, be seized. She is," continued the detested Slave,
"She is right willing-strange if she were not !— They say, Lord Clifford is a savage man ; But, faith, to see him in his silken tunic, Fitting his low voice to the minstrel's harp, There's witchery in't. I never knew a maid That could withstand it. True," continued he, "When we arranged the affair, she wept a little
General or Cham, Sultan or Emperor, Strews twenty acres of good meadow-ground With carcases, in lineament and shape And substance, nothing differing from his own, But that they cannot stand up of themselves; Another sits i' th' sun, and by the hour Floats kingcups in the brook-a Hero one We call, and scorn the other as Time's spend- thrift;
But have they not a world of common ground To occupy-both fools, or wise alike, Each in his way?
Osw. Troth, I begin to think so. Mar. Now for the corner-stone of my philosophy: I would not give a denier for the man Who, on such provocation as this earth
Yields, could not chuck his babe beneath the chin, This morning, when I spoke of weariness,
And send it with a fillip to its grave.
Osw. Nay, you leave me behind. Mar.
So pious in demeanour ! in his look
You from my shoulder took my scrip and threw it About your own; but for these two hours past
That such a One, Once only have you spoken, when the lark Whirred from among the fern beneath our feet, And I, no coward in my better days, Was almost terrified.
So saintly and so pure !Hark'ee, my Friend, I'll plant myself before Lord Clifford's Castle, A surly mastiff kennels at the gate,
And he shall howl and I will laugh, a medley Most tunable.
'tis the feeble and earth-loving wind That creeps along the bells of the crisp heather. Alas! 'tis cold-I shiver in the sunshine
So, you bethought you of the many ways In which a man may come to his end, whose crimes Have roused all Nature up against him-pshaw !— Her. For mercy's sake, is nobody in sight? No traveller, peasant, herdsman ? Mar.
Not a soul: Here is a tree, raggèd, and bent, and bare, That turns its goat's-beard flakes of pea-green moss From the stern breathing of the rough sea-wind; This have we, but no other company : Commend me to the place. If a man should die And leave his body here, it were all one As he were twenty fathoms underground. Her. Where is our common Friend? Mar. A ghost, methinks— The Spirit of a murdered man, for instance- Might have fine room to ramble about here, A grand domain to squeak and gibber in. Her. Lost Man! if thou have any close-pent guilt
Pressing upon thy heart, and this the hour Of visitation-
What can this mean? There is a psalm that speaks Fairest of all flowers, was she once, but now
Of God's parental mercies-with Idonea I used to sing it.-Listen!-what foot is there?
Mar. (aside-looking at HERBEBT). And I have loved this Man! and she hath loved him! And I loved her, and she loves the Lord Clifford ! And there it ends;-if this be not enough To make mankind merry for evermore, Then plain it is as day, that eyes were made For a wise purpose-verily to weep with ! [Looking round.
A pretty prospect this, a masterpiece Of Nature, finished with most curious skill! (To HERBERT). Good Baron, have you ever practised tillage?
Pray tell me what this land is worth by the acre? Her. How glad I am to hear your voice! I know not Wherein I have offended you ;-last night I found in you the kindest of Protectors;
They have snapped her from the stem-Poh ! let
I did not think that aught was left in me
Of what I have been-yes, I thank thee, Heaven! One happy thought has passed across my mind. -It may not be--I am cut off from man; No more shall I be man-no more shall I Have human feelings !-(TO HERBERT)-Now, for a little more
Her. Troops of armed men, Met in the roads, would bless us ; little children, Rushing along in the full tide of play, Stood silent as we passed them! I have heard The boisterous carman, in the miry road, Check his loud whip and hail us with mild voice, And speak with milder voice to his poor beasts. Mar. And whither were you going? Her. Learn, young Man, To fear the virtuous, and reverence misery, Whether too much for patience, or, like mine, Softened till it becomes a gift of mercy. Mar. Now, this is as it should be! Her.
I am weak!My Daughter does not know how weak I am; And, as thou see'st, under the arch of heaven Here do I stand, alone, to helplessness,
By the good God, our common Father, doomed !-But I had once a spirit and an arm———
Mar. Now, for a word about your Barony: I fancy when you left the Holy Land,
And came to what's your title-eh? your claims Were undisputed !
Her. Whom no one comes to meet, I stood alone ;- I murmured-but, remembering Him who feeds The pelican and ostrich of the desert, From my own threshold I looked up to Heaven And did not want glimmerings of quiet hope. So, from the court I passed, and down the brook, Led by its murmur, to the ancient oak
I came; and when I felt its cooling shade, I sate me down, and cannot but believe- While in my lap I held my little Babe
And clasped her to my heart, my heart that ached More with delight than grief-I heard a voice Such as by Cherith on Elijah called; It said, "I will be with thee." A little boy, A shepherd-lad, ere yet my trance was gone, Hailed us as if he had been sent from heaven, And said, with tears, that he would be our guide: I had a better guide-that innocent Babe- Her, who hath saved me, to this hour, from harm, From cold, from hunger, penury, and death; To whom I owe the best of all the good
I have, or wish for, upon earth--and more
And higher far than lies within earth's bounds: Therefore I bless her: when I think of Man,
I bless her with sad spirit,-when of God, I bless her in the fulness of my joy!
Mar. The name of daughter in his mouth, he
With nerves so steady, that the very flies Sit unmolested on his staff.-Innocent !— If he were innocent-then he would tremble And be disturbed, as I am. (Turning aside). I have read
In Story, what men now alive have witnessed, How, when the People's mind was racked with doubt,
Appeal was made to the great Judge: the Accused
With naked feet walked over burning ploughshares. Here is a Man by Nature's hand prepared For a like trial, but more merciful.
Why else have I been led to this bleak Waste! Bare is it, without house or track, and destitute Of obvious shelter, as a shipless sea. Here will I leave him-here-All-seeing God! Such as he is, and sore perplexed as I am, I will commit him to this final Ordeal!- He heard a voice-a shepherd-lad came to him And was his guide; if once, why not again, And in this desert? If never-then the whole Of what he says, and looks, and does, and is, Makes up one damning falsehood. Leave him here To cold and hunger!-Pain is of the heart, And what are a few throes of bodily suffering If they can waken one pang of remorse ?
Mar. No more of that; Thou wilt have many guides if thou art innocent; Yea, from the utmost corners of the earth, That Woman will come o'er this Waste to save thee. [He pauses and looks at HERBERT's staff. Ha! what is here? and carved by her own hand! [Reads upon the staff.
"I am eyes to the blind, saith the Lord. He that puts his trust in me shall not fail !" Yes, be it so ;-repent and be forgiven— God and that staff are now thy only guides.
[He leaves HERBERT on the Moor.
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