The Hall of ARIMANES.-- ARIMANES on his Throne, a Globe of Fire, surrounded by the SPIRITS.
Hymn of the SPIRITS
Hail to our Master
!-- Prince of Earth and Air
Who walks the clouds
-- in his hand
The sceptre of the elements, which tear
Themselves to chaos at his high command!
He breatheth-- and a tempest
shakes the sea;
He speaketh-- and the clouds reply in thunder;
He gazeth-- from his glance the sunbeam
He moveth-- earthquake
s rend the world asunder.
Beneath his footsteps the volcano
His shadow is the Pestilence
; his path 380
s herald through the crackling skies;
And planets turn to ashes at his wrath.
To him War
offers daily sacrifice;
To him Death
pays his tribute; Life is his,
With all its infinite of agonies--
And his the spirit of whatever is!
(Enter the DESTINIES and NEMESIS.)
Glory to Arimanes! on the earth
His power increaseth-- both my sisters
His bidding, nor did I neglect my duty!
Glory to Arimanes! we who bow 390
The necks of men, bow down before his throne!
Glory to Arimanes!-- we await His nod!
;Sovereign of Sovereigns! we are thine.
And all that liveth, more or less, is ours,
And most things wholly so; still to increase
Our power, increasing thine, demands our care,
And we are vigilant
-- Thy late commands
Have been fulfill'd to the utmost.
What is here?
!-- Thou most rash and fatal wretch,
Bow down and worship!
I do know the man-- 400
an of great power, and fearful skill
Bow down and worship, slave! What, know'st thou not
Thine and our Sovereign?-- Tremble, and obey!
ALL THE SPIRITS.
Prostrate thyself, and thy condemnèd clay
Child of the Earth
! or dread the worst.
I know it;
And yet ye see I kneel not.
'T will be taught thee.
'Tis taught already,-- many a night on the earth,
On the bare ground, have I bow'd down my face,
And strew'd my head with ashes; I have known
The fulness of humiliation, for 410
I sunk before my vain despair, and knelt
To my own desolation.
Dost thou dare
Refuse to Arimanes on his throne
What the whole earth accords, beholding not
The terror of his Glory
-- Crouch! I say.
Bid him bow down to that which is above him,
The overruling Infinite
-- the Maker
Who made him not for worship-- let him kneel,
And we will kneel together.
Crush the worm!
Tear him in pieces!--
Hence! Avaunt!-- he's mine. 420
Prince of the Powers invisible! This man
Is of no common order, as his port
And presence here denote. His sufferings
Have been of an immortal nature
Our own; his knowledge and his powers and will,
As far as is compatible with clay,
Which clogs the ethereal essence
, have been such
As clay hath seldom borne; his aspirations
Have been beyond the dwellers of the earth
And they have only taught him what we know-- 430
That knowledge is not happiness
, and science
But an exchange of ignorance
Which is another kind of ignorance.
This is not all; the passions, attributes
Of earth and heaven
, from which no power, nor being,
Nor breath from the worm
upwards is exempt,
Have pierced his heart; and in their consequence
Made him a thing, which I, who pity not,
Yet pardon those who pity. He is mine
And thine, it may be-- be it so, or not 440
No other Spirit in this region hath
A soul like his
-- or power upon his soul.
What doth he here then?
Let him answer that.
Ye know what I have known; and without power
I could not be amongst ye: but there are
Powers deeper still beyond-- I come in quest
Of such, to answer unto what I seek.
What wouldst thou?
Thou canst not reply to me.
Call up the dead
-- my question is for them.
Great Arimanes, doth thy will avouch 450
The wishes of this mortal?
Whom wouldst thou
MANFRED. One without a tomb
-- call up Astarte
Shadow! or Spirit!
Whatever thou art,
Which still doth inherit
The whole or a part
Of the form of thy birth
Of the mould of thy clay
Which returned to the earth,-- 460
Re-appear to the day!
Bear what thou borest,
The heart and the form,
And the aspect thou worest
Redeem from the worm.
Appear!-- Appear!-- Appear!
Who sent thee there requires thee here!
(The Phantom of ASTARTE rises and stands in the midst.)
MANFRED. Can this be death?
there's bloom upon her cheek;
But now I see it is no living hue,
But a strange hectic-- like the unnatural red 470
plants upon the perish'd leaf.
It is the same! Oh, God! that I should dread
To look upon the same-- Astarte
I cannot speak to her-- but bid her speak--
Forgive me or condemn me
By the power which hath broken
The grave which enthrall'd thee,
Speak to him who hath spoken,
Or those who have call'd thee!
MANFRED. She is silent
And in that silence I am more than answered
My power extends no further.
Prince of air! It rests with thee alone-- command her voice.
Spirit-- obey this sceptre!
She is not of our order
, but belongs
To the other powers
. Mortal! thy quest is vain
And we are baffled also.
Hear me, hear me--
Astarte! my belovèd
! speak to me;
I have so much endured-- so much endure--
Look on me! the grave hath not changed thee more
Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovèdst me 490
Too much, as I loved thee: we were not made
To torture thus each other
, though it were
The deadliest sin to love as we have loved
Say that thou loath'st me not-- that I do bear
This punishment for both--that thou wilt be
One of the blessèd-- and that I shall die
For hitherto all hateful things conspire
To bind me in existence-- in a life
Which makes me shrink from immortality--
A future like the past. I cannot rest
I know not what I ask, nor what I seek:
I feel but what thou art-- and what I am;
And I would hear yet once before I perish
The voice which was my music-- Speak to me
For I have call'd on thee in the still night,
Startled the slumbering birds from the hush'd boughs,
And woke the mountain wolves
, and made the caves
Acquainted with thy vainly echo'd name,
Which answer'd me-- many things answer'd me--
Spirits and men-- but thou wert silent all. 510
Yet speak to me! I have outwatch'd the stars,
And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee.
Speak to me! I have wander'd o'er the earth
And never found thy likeness-- Speak to me!
Look on the fiends around-- they feel for me:
I fear them not, and feel for thee alone.
Speak to me! though it be in wrath;-- but say--
I reck not what-- but let me hear thee once--
This once-- once more!
PHANTOM OF ASTARTE.
Say on, say on--
I live but in the sound--it is thy voice! 520
Manfred! To-morrow ends thine earthly ills.
Yet one word more-- am I forgiven?
Say, shall we meet again?
One word for mercy! Say, thou lovest me
(The Spirit of ASTARTE departs.)
She's gone, and will not be recall'd;
Her words will be fulfill'd. Return to the earth.
He is convulsed-- This is to be a mortal
And seek the things beyond mortality.
Yet, see, he mastereth himself, and makes
His torture tributary to his will. 530
Had he been one of us
, he would have made
An awful spirit.
Hast thou further question
Of our great sovereign, or his worshippers?
Then for a time farewell.
We meet then! Where? On the earth?--
Even as thou wilt: and for the grace accorded
I now depart a debtor. Fare ye well! (Exit MANFRED.)