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Glares forth the immortality of hell—
MAN. Pronounce-what is thy mission?
ABBOT. What art thou, unknown being? answer!— speak!
SPIRIT. The genius of this mortal.-Come! 'tis time. MAN. I am prepared for all things, but deny The power which summons me. Who sent thee here? SPIRIT. Thou 'lt know anon-Come! come!
I have commanded Things of an essence greater far than thine, And striven with thy masters. Get thee hence! SPIRIT. Mortal! thine hour is come-Away! I say. MAN. I knew, and know my hour is come, but not To render up my soul to such as thee: Away! I'll die as I have lived-alone.
SPIRIT. Then I must summon up my [Other Spirits rise up.
ABBOT. Avaunt! ye evil ones!-Avaunt! I say,—
Ye have no power where piety hath power,
And I do charge ye in the name
We know ourselves, our mission, and thine order;
Waste not thy holy words on idle uses,
Nor will I hence, while I have earthly breath
Thou false fiend, thou liest!
MAN. My life is in its last hour,—that I know, Nor would redeem a moment of that hour; I do not combat against death, but thee And thy surrounding angels; my past power Was purchased by no compact with thy crew, But by superior science-penance-daringAnd length of watching-strength of mind-and skill In knowledge of our fathers-when the earth
Saw men and spirits walking side by side,
Have made thee
What are they to such as thee?
And its own place and time-its innate sense,
But is absorb'd in sufferance or in joy,
Born from the knowledge of its own desert.
Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me;
I have not been thy dupe, nor am thy prey
But was my own destroyer, and will be
But thy many crimes
My own hereafter.-Back, ye baffled fiends!
[The Demons disappear.
MAN. 'Tis over-my dull eyes can fix thee not; But all things swim around me, and the earth Heaves as it were beneath me. Fare thee well— Give me thy hand.
Cold-cold-even to the heart
But yet one prayer-alas! how fares it with thee?—
[MANFRED expires. ABBOT. He's gone-his soul hath ta'en its earthless flight
Whither? I dread to think-but he is gone.
NOTES TO MANFRED.
Note 1, page 72, lines 1 and 2.
The torrent with the many hues of heaven. This iris is formed by the rays of the sun over the lower part of the alpine torrents: it is exactly like a rainbow, come down to pay a visit, and so close that you may walk into it: this effect lasts till noon.
Note 2, page 76, lines 11 and 12.
He who from out their fountain dwellings raised
The philosopher Iamblicus. The story of the raising of Eros and Anteros may be found in his life, by Eunapius. It is well told.
Note 3, page 80, lines 23 and 24.
The story of Pausanias, king of Sparta, (who commanded the Greeks at the battle of Platea, and afterwards perished for an attempt to betray the Lacedemonians) and Cleonice, is told in Plutarch's life of Cimon; and in the Laconics of Pausanias the Sophist, in his description of Greece.