Mel. You'll keep, then, to the lover, to the man? (Enter the DUCHESS-followed by ADOLF and SABYNE, Duch. T is not for my sake only, I am proud Of this you offer: I am prouder far That from the highest state should duly spring You are, There needs at home my representative. Duch. Such, rather, would some warriorwoman be One dowered with lands and gold, or rich in friends Here's one already be a friend's next gift Duch. Berth. Charlemagne, perhaps ! Are you not over-curious in love-lore ? Duch. I have become so, very recently. Or simple Lady of Ravestein again? What I might else have suffered to ooze forth All's fairly told now: who can teach you more? Berth. I shall ne'er deceive. This offer should be made befittingly Did time allow the better setting forth The good of it, with what is not so good, Advantage, and disparagement as well: But as it is, the sum of both must serve. I am already weary of this place; My thoughts are next stage on to Rome. Decide! The Empire- or,- not even Juliers now! Hail to the Empress - farewell to the Duchess! [The Courtiers, who have been drawing nearer and nearer, interpose. Gau."Farewell," Prince? when we break in at our risk man You saw and heard this morning-thought, no doubt, Was of considerable standing here: I put it to your penetration, Prince, If aught save love, the truest love for her Creeps here with difficulty, finds a place The lady as powerless: he stands fast by her! Duch. [Aside.] And do such deeds spring up from love alone? Gui. But here occurs the question, does the lady Love him again? I say, how else can she? Duch. Gui. But, love him as she may and mustyou ask, Means she to wed him?" Yes," both natures answer! Both, in their pride, point out the sole result; Clug. Though, now that this is known, That all is any other than you say! Than in this man, you hate and would degrade, Gui. Hear you, Prince? Berth. And what, sirs, please you, may this prattle mean Unless to prove with what alacrity You give your lady's secrets to the world? -She assuredly remains. Duch. Ah, Prince and you too can be generous? You could renounce your power, if this were so, And let me, as these phrase it, wed my love Yet keep my Duchy? You perhaps exceed Him, even, in disinterestedness! Berth. How, lady, should all this affect my purpose? Your will and choice are still as ever, free. I lay the prize I offer. I am nothing: Duch. And my heart away? Berth. When have I made pretension to your heart? I give none. I shall keep your honor safe; What shall content my friends-that you admit, As Colombe of Ravestein, the claims therein, Or never need admit them, as my wife And either way, all 's ended! Let all end! Berth. The requisition! yet; He 'll have his word against the bargain yet; He's not the man to tamely acquiesce. One passionate appeal - upbraiding even, May turn the tide again. Despair not yet! [They retire a little. Berth. [To MELCHIOR.] The Empire has its old success, my friend! Mel. You've had your way before the spokesman speaks Let me, but this once, work a problem out, Mel. [To the Courtiers.] Apart, my masters! [To VALENCE.] Sír, one word with you! : I am a poor dependant of the Prince's This moment reaches him—if true or false, In person, or by worthier deputy; Yet somehow must inquire, lest slander come : And so, 't is I am pitched on. His offer to your lady? Val. Mel. You have heard Yes. Conceive I cannot. No one can. So! All draws to a conclusion, therefore. No after-judgment- -no first thought revised - Once, to surprise the angels-twice, that fiends, Can have such chance yet fail so signally But ever, ever this farewell to Heaven, Welcome to earth- this taking death for life This spurning love and kneeling to the world – Oh Heaven, it is too often and too old! Mel. Well, on this point, what but an absurd rumor Arises these, its source-its subject, you! Val. you [After a contest.] For what am I but hers, to choose as she? Who knows how far, beside, the light from her Mel. To the Prince.] Now to him, you! The noise runs Mel. Ay, sir: But softly! Where, in the object we select, Val. What is it you can take? Mel. Youth, beauty, virtue, an illustrious name, Val. Then indeed, Nay, ask the world! When man perceives May I?-no, I have spoken, Ah, I can only speak as for myself! Duch. Speak for yourself! Val. And time 's gone by. Had I seen such an one, word So should my task be to evolve her love: ward, The secret pride in yielding up love's right? Val. Who thought upon reward? And yet how much Comes after-oh, what amplest recompense! Is the knowledge of her, naught? the memory, naught? - Lady, should such an one have looked on Ne'er wrong yourself so far as quote the world You will have blessed him to his whole life's Low passions hindered, baser cares kept back, All goodness cherished where you dwelt-and dwell. What would he have? He holds you I shall leave over you will earn your wages 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 Just as perhaps he mused "My plans Let once my army-leader Lannes Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew Then off there flung in smiling joy, By just his horse's mane, a boy : (So tight he kept his lips compressed, You looked twice ere you saw his breast "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 Soared up again like fire. The chief's eye flashed; but presently A film the mother-eagle's eye When her bruised eaglet breathes; der the combined title were distributed among the Lyrics, and some at first grouped under Lyrics were transferred to this division of Romances. The first poem in the group was originally contained in Dramatic Lyrics along with Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister under the general title of Camp and Cloister, this poem representing the camp. "You're wounded!" pride "Nay," the soldier's Touched to the quick, he said: "I'm killed, Sire!" And his chief beside, Smiling the boy fell dead. THE PATRIOT AN OLD STORY Mr. Browning has denied that this poem refers to Arnold of Brescia. It is imaginative, not historical in its dramatic action. It was possibly to relieve the poem of its apparent distinct reference to history that he removed the name of Brescia, which was used in the poem in its first form. It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad: The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway, The church-spires flamed, such flags they had, A year ago on this very day. 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 Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun To give it my loving friends to keep! Naught man could do, have I left undone : And you see my harvest, what I reap This very day, now a year is run. There's nobody on the house-tops now Just a palsied few at the windows set; For the best of the sight is, all allow, In Dramatic Lyrics this was entitled Italy, and grouped with Count Gismond under the head Italy and France. THAT's my last Duchess painted on the wall, I said Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read How such a glance came there; so, not the first Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had 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. Or blush, at least. She thanked men, good! but thanked Somehow I know not how as if she ranked will Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, CHRIST GOD who savest man, save most Chose time and place and company And doubtlessly ere he could draw Few half so happy as I seemed, I thought they loved me, did me grace To please themselves; 't was all their deed; They, too, so beauteous! Each a queen As I do. E'en when I was dressed, But no: they let me laugh, and sing A last look on the mirror, trust And come out on the morning-troop Of merry friends who kissed my cheek, And called me queen, and made me stoop Under the canopy · (a streak |