AGABUS (_searching still_): Where?
I followed him--he sped and there was cold!
Behind him blows a horror!
(_Stops in fascinated awe before HELENA._) Ah, on her head!
His touch! his earthless finger!--and she rots To dust! to dust!
ANTONIO: Ill monk! are there no men That you must wring a woman so with fear?
AGABUS: Ha, men? Christ save all men but lovers! all! (_Crosses himself._)
CHARLES: Antonio, how speaks he?
ANTONIO: Sir, most mad With the pestilence of evil prophecy.
(_To guards._) Forth with him!
CHARLES: Stay.
ANTONIO: Let him not, for he will Beguile you to some ravening belief.
AGABUS (_going up to CHARLES, staring at him in suppressed excitement_): A lover! a lover! and he loves in vain!
Wilt go? There is a cave--(_taking his hand_), we"ll curse her--come!
CHARLES: Out! out! (_Throws him from the dais._)
AGABUS: Christ save all men but-- (_Seeking vacantly._) Ah, the Shadow!
Has no one seen him? none?--the Shadow? none?
(_Goes dazed. Guests whisper, awed._
CHARLES: He is obsessed--vile utterly!
A GUEST: O duke, I pray, good-night.
ANOTHER: And I, my lord.
ANOTHER: And I----
ANOTHER: And----
CHARLES: Friends, you shall not--no. This pall will pa.s.s, My hospitality is up, you shall not!
ANOTHER: Pardon, O duke, we----
CHARLES: Though some grudging wind Blows us away from mirth, "tis still in view, We"ve lute and dance that yet shall bring us in.
1ST LADY: O, dance!
CHARLES: Cecco, our Circes from the Nile.
(_CECCO goes._
2D LADY: The Nile! Ah, Cleopatra"s Nile?
CHARLES: Her own; And sinuous as Nile water is their grace.
_Enter two Egyptian girls, who dance, then go._
GUESTS (_applauding_): Bravely!--O, brave!
CHARLES: Do they not whirl it lithe?
With limbs like swallow wings upon the blue?
1ST LADY: "Twas witchery!
3D LADY: Such eyes! such hair!
2D LADY: And thus, Did Cleopatra thus steal Antony?
Wrap him about with motion that would seize His senses to an ecstasy? O, oh, To dance so!
CHARLES: And so steal an Antony?
We"ll frame a law on thieving of men"s heart"s!
2D LADY: Then, vainly! "tis a theft men like the most.
CHARLES: When in its stead the thief has left her own-- But shall we woo no boon of mirth save dance?
A lute! a lute! (_One is gone for._) Some new lay, Haemon, come!
And every word must dip its syllables In Pindar"s spring to trip so lightly forth.
HaeMON: I have no lay.
CHARLES: The lute! (_It is offered HaeMON._) Sing us of love That builds a Paradise of kisses, thinks The Infinite bound up in an embrace.
Whose sighs seem to it hurricanes of pain, Whose tears as seas of molten misery.
HaeMON: I have none--cannot.
CHARLES: Now will you fright off Again our timid cheer?
HaeMON: While she, my sister--!
(_The lute is offered again._) I cannot, will not!
CHARLES: Will not? will not? Look!
I had an honor pluckt to laurel it, A wreath of n.o.ble worth, a thing to tell----
HaeMON: Honor upon dishonor sits not well.
CHARLES (_not hearing_): Heat me not with denial. Is new bliss Raised from the dead in me but to fall back As stone ere it has breathed? Have I so frequent Drained you? Be slow to tempt me--In me moves Peril that has a pa.s.sion to leap forth!
HaeMON: Antonio, speak! Where"s innocence and where Begins deceit?
FULVIA (_to HaeMON aside_): Ask it not, or you step On waiting hazard and calamity.
CHARLES: New fret? and new confusion? In the blind Power and pa.s.sing of this night is there Conspiracy?--plot of some here? or of That One whose necromancy wields the world?