With them the margin of the inky flood, As if to bless thee; and I bless thee too, Do not turn away. Ion. Gods! to what office have ye doomed me! Now! [Ion raises his arm to stab Adrastus, who is kneeling, and gazes steadfastly upon him. The voice of Medon is heard without, calling, Ion! Ion!" Ion drops his arm.] Adras. Be quick, or thou art lost! Medon. behind him.] Ion, forbear. Behold thy son, Adrastus! [Ion stands [Ton stands for a moment stupified with horror, drops the knife, and falls senseless.] Adras. What strange words Are these, which call my senses from the death They were composed to welcome? Son! 'tis false I had but one-and the deep wave rolls o'er him! Medon That wave received, instead of the fair nursling, One of the slaves who bore him from thy sight In wicked haste to slay ;-I'll give thee proofs. Adras. Great Jove, I thank thee! raise him gentlyproofs ! Are there not here the lineaments of her Who made me happy once-the voice, now still, While with a prince's constancy he came [Ion, reviving, sinks on one knee, before Adrastus.] Ion. Father! [Noise without.] Medon. The clang of arms! Ion. [Starting up] They come ! they come! They who are leagued with me against thy life. Here let us fall. Adras. I will confront them yet. Within I have a weapon which has drank A traitor's blood ere now; there will I wait them: [Enter Ctesiphon. Cassander, and others.] Ctesiphon. What treachery is this?-the tyrant fled, Medon. Spare him. friends, Spare him to clasp awhile his new-found son; Cte. Father yes That is indeed a name to bid me spare : Let me but find him, gods! [Rushes into the inner chamber.] Medon. [To Cassander and the others.] Had ye but seen What I have seen, ye would have mercy on him. [Cyrthes enters with soldiers.] Ha! soldiers! hasten to defend your master; That way-[As Cyrthes is about to enter the inner chamber, Ctesiphon rushes from it with a bloody dagger and stops them.] Cte. It is accomplished; the foul blot Is wiped away. Shade of my murdered father, Look on thy son. and smile! Cyrthes. Whose blood is that? It cannot be the king's! Cte. It cannot be ! Think'st thou, foul minion of a tyrant's will, Cyr. Wretch! thy life shall pay The forfeit of this deed. [Cyrthes and soldiers seize Ctesi phon:] [Enter Adrastus, mortally wounded, supported by Ion.] Adras. Here let me rest. In this old chamber did my life begin, And here I'll end it. Cyrthes! thou hast timed Thy visit well, to bring thy soldiers hither, To gaze upon my parting. Cyr. To avenge thee; Here is the traitor! Adras. Set him free at once; Why do ye not obey me? I Ctesiphon, gave thee cause for this; believe me now, That thy true steel has made thy vengeance sure; And as we now stand equal, I will sue For a small boon-let me not see thee more. Cte. Farewell! [Exit.] Adras. [To Cyrthes and soldiers.] Why do ye tarry here? Begone!-still do ye hover round my couch? If the commandment of a dying king Is feeble, as a man who has embraced And presently must part with him forever, I do adjure ye, leave us! [Exeunt all but Ion and Adrastus.] Ion. Oh, my father! How is it with thee now? Adras. Well; very well; Avenging Fate hath spent its utmost force Against me; and I gaze upon my son, With the sweet certainty that naught can part us Till all is quiet here. How like a dream, Seems the succession of my regal pomps, Since I embraced thy helplessness! To me The interval hath been a weary one: How hath it passed with thee? Ion. But that my heart Hath sometimes ached for the sweet sense of kindred, I had enjoyed a round of happy years As cherished youth e'er knew. Adras. I bless the gods That they have strewn along thy humble path, Delights unblamed; and in this hour I seem Even as I had lived so; and I feel That I shall live in thee, unless that curse- Ion. Think not of it; The gods have shed such sweetness in this moment, I shall not deem them angry. Let me call For help to staunch thy wound; thou art strong yet, Adras. Do not stir; My strength is ebbing fast; yet. as it leaves me, Which at thy voice started from blank oblivion, When thou wert strange to me, and then half shown Now glimmer on me in the lovely light, Which at thy age they wore. Thou art all thy mother's, Her elements of gentlest virtue cast In mold heroical. Ion. Thy speech grows fainter; Can I do nothing for thee? Adras. Yes-my son, Thou art the best, the bravest, of a race Of rightful monarchs; thou must mount the throne Thy ancestors have filled, and by great deeds Efface the memory of thy fated sire, And win the blessings of the gods for men Stricken for him. Swear to me thou wilt do this, And I shall die forgiven. Ion. I will. Adras. Rejoice, Sufferers of Argos! I am growing weak, And I die happy. Bless thee, King of Argos! [Dies.] King, did he hail me? Shall I make that word A spell to bid old happiness awake Throughout the lovely land that father'd me [He sees the knife on the ground, and picks it up.] The voice of joy! Is this thy funeral wailing? Oh, my father! Thou leavest me; yet I promised thee in death, Agenor. Does the king live? Age. That high thought Anticipates the prayer of Argos, roused Ion. Now the city's state Allows the past no sorrow. I attend them. [Exeunt.] XXXVII.-FROM WILLIAM TELL.-Knowles. GESLER-SARNEM-RODOLPH-GERARD-LUTOLD SENTINEL -TELL-VERNER-ERNI- MELCTAL-FURST-MICHAEL THEODORE-PIERRE-ALBERT-SAVOYARDS DIERS-PEOPLE. Scene 1.-The Field of Grutli. [Enter Tell, with a long bow.] EMMA SOL Tell. Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again! I hold to you the hands you first beheld, To show they still are free. O, sacred forms. how proud you look! How high you lift your heads into the sky! How huge you are! how mighty and how free! Ye guards of liberty, I'm with you once again! I call to you With all my voice! I rush to you, As though I could embrace you! Erni. [Without.] William! William! |