MAN. (not perceiving the other.) To be thusGray-hair'd with anguish, like these blasted pines, Wrecks of a single winter, barkless, branchless, A blighted trunk upon a cursed root, Which but supplies a feeling to decay And to be thus, eternally but thus, Having been otherwise! Now furrow'd o'er Which I outlive!-Ye toppling crags of ice! Crash with a frequent confiict; but ye pass, And hamlet of the harmless villager. C. HUN. The mists begin to rise from up the valley; I'll warn him to descend, or he may chance To lose at once his way and life together. MAN. The mists boil up around the glaciers; clouds Rise curling fast beneath me, white and sulphury, Like foam from the roused ocean of deep Hell, Whose every wave breaks on a living shore, Heap'd with the damn'd like pebbles.—I am giddy. C. HUN. I must approach him cautiously; if near, A sudden step will startle him, and he MAN. Mountains have fallen, Leaving a gap in the clouds, and with the shock The ripe green valleys with destruction's splinters; C. HUN. Friend have a care, Your next step may be fatal!-for the love Of him who made you, stand not on that brink! MAN. (not hearing him.) Such would have been for me a fitting tomb; My bones had then been quiet in their depth; Ye were not meant for me-Earth! take these atoms, (As MANFRED is in the act to spring from the cliff the CHAMOIS HUNTER seizes and retains him with a sudden grasp.) C. HUN. Hold, madman !—though aweary of thy life, Stain not our pure vales with thy guilty blood.— MAN. I am most sick at heart-nay, grasp me notI am all feebleness-the mountains whirl Spinning around me-I grow blind-What art thou C. HUN. I'll answer that anon.-Away with meThe clouds grow thicker--there--- now lean on me-Place your foot here-here, take this staff, and cling A moment to that shrub-now give me your hand, And hold fast by my girdle--softly—wellThe Chalet will be gain'd within an hourCome on, we'll quickly find a surer footing, And something like a pathway, which the torrent Hath wash'd since winter.-Come, 'tis bravely doneYou should have been a hunter.-Follow me. (As they descend the rocks with difficulty, the scene closes.) END OF ACT THE FIRST. MAN. Mountains have fallen, Leaving a gap in the clouds, and with the shock The ripe green valleys with destruction's splinters; C. HUN. Friend have a care, Your next step may be fatal !-for the love Of him who made you, stand not on that brink! MAN. (not hearing him.) Such would have been for me a fitting tomb; My bones had then been quiet in their depth; Ye were not meant for me-Earth! take these atoms, (As MANFRED is in the act to spring from the cliff the CHAMOIS HUNTER seizes and retains him with a sudden grasp.) C. HUN. Hold, madman !-though aweary of thy life, Stain not our pure vales with thy guilty blood. Away with me -I will not quit my hold. MAN. I am most sick at heart-nay, grasp me not→→ I am all feebleness-the mountains whirl Spinning around me-I grow blind-What art thou C. HUN. I'll answer that anon.-Away with me— The clouds grow thicker--there--- now lean on me--Place your foot here—here, take this staff, and cling A moment to that shrub-now give me your hand, And hold fast by my girdle--softly—well— The Chalet will be gain'd within an hourCome on, we'll quickly find a surer footing, And something like a pathway, which the torrent Hath wash'd since winter.-Come, 'tis bravely doneYou should have been a hunter.-Follow me. (As they descend the rocks with difficulty, the scene closes.) END OF ACT THE FIRST. |