You will have many lovers, and love one Light hair, not hair like Norbert's, to suit yours: Love him, like me! Give all away to him; Would give up all for one, leave throne, lose life, Constance. He shall. Queen. You, step inside my inmost heart! Give me your own heart: let us have one heart! I'll come to you for counsel; "this he says, "This he does; what should this amount to, pray? "Beseech you, change it into current coin! "Is that worth kisses? Shall I please him there?" And then we 'll speak in turn of you-what else? Your love, according to your beauty's worth, For you shall have some noble love, all gold: Whom choose you? we will get him at your choice. -Constance, I leave you. Just a minute since, I felt as I must die or be alone Breathing my soul into an ear like yours: Now, I would face the world with my new life, Wear my new crown. I'll walk around the rooms, And then come back and tell you how it feels. 'Tis from within. NORBERT enters. Norbert. Well? we have but one minute and one word! Norbert. Constance You were mine. Constance. Yes, mine. Not till now! Now I give myself to you. Norbert. Constance? Your own! I know the thriftier way Exhaustless till the end my part and yours, I choose the simpler; I give all at once. Hereafter, "Had I known she loved me so, "And what my means, I might have thriven with it." This is your means. I give you all myself. Norbert. I take you and thank God. Constance. Look on through years! We cannot kiss, a second day like this; Else were this earth no earth. Norbert. With this day's heat So, best! We shall go on through years of cold. Constance. -I try to see those years-I think I see. You walk quick and new warmth comes; you look back. For ever brooding on a day like this Norbert. Just so. I take and know you all at once. Your soul is disengaged so easily, Your face is there, I know you; give me time, Let me be proud and think you shall know me. The minute out whereto you condense yours— As now my heart lies? your own warmth would hide Constance. But how prove, how? Norbert. Prove in my life, you ask? Constance. Quick, Norbert-how? Norbert. That's easy told. I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on, educe the man. Who keeps one end in view makes all things serve. As with the body-he who hurls a lance Or heaps up stone on stone, shows strength alike: So must I seize and task all means to prove And show this soul of mine, you crown as yours, And justify Constance. s both. Could you write books, Paint pictures! One sits down in poverty And writes Or paints, with pity for the rich. Norbert. And loves one's painting and one's writing, then, And not one's mistress! All is best, believe, And we best as no other than we are. We live, and they experiment on life- To overlook the farther. Let us be The thing they look at! I might take your face Feeds, smiling sadly, her fine ghost-like form With earth's real blood and breath, the beauteous life Nor yet for that which I should call my art, Constance. So, best! Norbert. I understand your soul. You live, and rightly sympathize with life, With action, power, success. This way is straight; The craft my childhood learnt: my craft shall serve. |