speak to her (to his mother)—tell her that-O Heaven, that I were dead! Pauline-How confused he looks!-this strange place!-this woman— -what can it mean? I half suspect-Who are you madam! who are you? can't you speak? are you struck dumb? Widow-Claude, you have not deceived her? Ah! shame upon you! I thought that before you went to the altar she was to have known all. Pauline-All! what! my blood freezes in my veins! Widow-Poor lady! dare I tell her, Claude? Know you not, then, madam, that this young man is of poor though honest parents? Know you not that you are wedded to my son, Claude Melnotte? Pauline-Your son! hold-hold! do not speak to me. Is this a jest? is it? I know it is, only speakone word-one look-one smile. I cannot believe-I, who love thee so-I cannot believe that thou art such a -No, I will not wrong thee by a harsh word-speak! Mel-Leave us. Have pity on her, on me; leave us. Widow-Oh, Claude, that I should live to see thee bowed by shame! thee, of whom I was so proud! [Exit.] Pauline-Her son, her son! Mel-Now, lady, hear me. Pauline-Hear thee! Ay, speak-her son! have fiends a parent? Speak, Mel-No, curse me; Thy curse would blast me less than thy forgiveness. light Steals through the mist of alabaster lamps, And every air is heavy with the sighs Of orange groves, and music from sweet lutes, I shall wake soon. Art flesh? art man? or but What have I done to thee? How sinn'd against thee, That thou should'st crush me thus? Mel-Pauline, by pride Angels have fallen, ere thy time: by pride- The evil spirit of a bitter love, And a revengeful heart, had power upon thee. Old gossips tell-how maidens sprung from kings Have stoop'd from their high sphere; how love, like death, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook My father died; and I, the peasant born, And, with such jewels as the exploring mind Of the dear starlight of thy haunting eyes! Pauline-Why do I cease to hate him? Mel-At last, in one mad hour, I dared to pour For their revenge! Thou hadst trampled on the worm- Pauline-Love, sir, hath no sting. What was the slight of a poor powerless girl free! I will not tell thee of the throes, the struggles, Pauline-No, touch me not! Despair is I know my fate. You are, by law, my tyrant, Mel-Do not fear me. Thou dost not know me, madam; at the altar I am thy husband-nay, thou need'st not shudder; I bore thee, bathed in blushes, from the shrine, And when thou art happy, and hast half forgot [Enter WIDOW.] Conduct this lady-she is not my wife; She is our guest-our honored guest-my mother— Ev'n villains dare to mar! Now, lady, now, Widow-She is not thy wife! Go, my mother! Mel-Hush, hush! for mercy's sake. Speak not, but go. [Exit WIDOW. PAULINE follows, turns to look back.] Mel-All angels bless and guard her! K. HENRY THE FIFTH'S WOOING. HEN-Fair Katharine, and most fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart? Kath-Your majesty shall mock at me; I cannot speak your England. K.Hen-O fair Katharine, if you will love me soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do you like me, Kate? Kath-Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell vat is 'like me.' |