The Complete Poems - Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло

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Lara. Are you the master here?

       Vict. Ay, here and elsewhere, when the wrong of others

      Gives me the right!

       Prec. (to LARA). Go! I beseech you, go!

       Vict. I shall have business with you, Count, anon!

       Lara. You cannot come too soon!

       [Exit.

       Prec. Victorian!

      O, we have been betrayed!

       Vict. Ha! ha! betrayed!

      'T is I have been betrayed, not we!—not we!

       Prec. Dost thou imagine—

       Vict. I imagine nothing;

      I see how 't is thou whilest the time away

      When I am gone!

       Prec. O speak not in that tone!

      It wounds me deeply.

       Vict. 'T was not meant to flatter.

       Prec. Too well thou knowest the presence of that man

      Is hateful to me!

       Vict. Yet I saw thee stand

      And listen to him, when he told his love.

       Prec. I did not heed his words.

       Vict. Indeed thou didst,

      And answeredst them with love.

       Prec. Hadst thou heard all—

       Vict. I heard enough.

       Prec. Be not so angry with me.

       Vict. I am not angry; I am very calm.

       Prec. If thou wilt let me speak—

       Vict. Nay, say no more.

      I know too much already. Thou art false!

      I do not like these Gypsy marriages!

      Where is the ring I gave thee?

       Prec. In my casket.

       Vict. There let it rest! I would not have thee wear it:

      I thought thee spotless, and thou art polluted!

       Prec. I call the Heavens to witness—

       Vict. Nay, nay, nay!

      Take not the name of Heaven upon thy lips!

      They are forsworn!

       Prec. Victorian! dear Victorian!

       Vict. I gave up all for thee; myself, my fame,

      My hopes of fortune, ay, my very soul!

      And thou hast been my ruin! Now, go on!

      Laugh at my folly with thy paramour,

      And, sitting on the Count of Lara's knee,

      Say what a poor, fond fool Victorian was!

      (He casts her from him and rushes out.)

      Prec. And this from thee!

      (Scene closes.)

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      Lara. There's nothing in this world so sweet as love,

      And next to love the sweetest thing is hate!

      I've learned to hate, and therefore am revenged.

      A silly girl to play the prude with me!

      The fire that I have kindled—

      (Enter FRANCISCO.)

      Well, Francisco,

      What tidings from Don Juan?

       Fran. Good, my lord;

      He will be present.

       Lara. And the Duke of Lermos?

       Fran. Was not at home.

       Lara. How with the rest?

       Fran. I've found

      The men you wanted. They will all be there,

      And at the given signal raise a whirlwind

      Of such discordant noises, that the dance

      Must cease for lack of music.

       Lara. Bravely done.

      Ah! little dost thou dream, sweet Preciosa,

      What lies in wait for thee. Sleep shall not close

      Thine eyes this night! Give me my cloak and sword. [Exeunt.

      SCENE VI. — A retired spot beyond the city gates. Enter

      VICTORIAN and HYPOLITO.

       Vict. O shame! O shame! Why do I walk abroad

      By daylight, when the very sunshine mocks me,

      And voices, and familiar sights and sounds

      Cry, "Hide thyself!" O what a thin partition

      Doth shut out from the curious world the knowledge

      Of evil deeds that have been done in darkness!

      Disgrace has many tongues. My fears are windows,

      Through which all eyes seem gazing. Every face

      Expresses some suspicion of my shame,

      And in derision seems to smile at me!

       Hyp. Did I not caution thee? Did I not tell thee

      I was but half persuaded of her virtue?

       Vict. And yet, Hypolito, we may be wrong,

      We may be over-hasty in condemning!

      The Count of Lara is a cursed villain.

       Hyp. And therefore is she cursed, loving him.

       Vid. She does not love him! 'T is for gold! for gold!

       Hyp. Ay, but remember, in the public streets

      He shows a golden ring the Gypsy gave him,

      A serpent with a ruby in its mouth.

       Vict. She had that ring from me! God! she is false!

      But I will be revenged! The hour is passed.

      Where stays the coward?

       Hyp. Nay, he is no coward;

      A villain, if thou wilt, but not a coward.

      I've seen him play with swords; it is his pastime.

      And therefore be not over-confident,

      He'll task thy skill anon. Look, here he comes.

      (Enter LARA followed by FRNANCISCO)

      Lara. Good evening, gentlemen.

       Hyp. Good evening, Count.

       Lara. I trust I have not kept you long in waiting.

       Vict. Not long, and yet too long. Are you prepared?

       Lara. I am.

       Hyp. It grieves me much to see this quarrel

      Between you, gentlemen. Is there no way

      Left open to accord this difference,

      But you must make one with your swords?

       Vict. No! none!

      I do entreat thee, dear Hypolito,

      Stand not between me an my foe. Too long

      Our tongues have spoken. Let these tongues of steel

      End our debate. Upon your guard, Sir Count.

      (They

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