Act 5 th
Same as the last.--The small door nearly closed.--A light from the setting sun thro' the window
I cannot rest, I wander to & fro'
Within my dreary prison, as to seek
For comfort, and find none. Each hour hath killed
A hope that seemed the last. The shadows point
Upward--The Sun is sinking. Guard me, Heaven,
Thro' this dread night!
What evil sounds? All sounds
Are evil here!--Is there some murder doing?
Or wantonly, in sport--
Enter Julian Thro' the small door.
My wife! art thou still mine?
She clings to me! Her eyes are fixed on me
With the old love, the old divinest look
Of innocence! It is yet time. She's pure,
She's undefiled.--Speak to me, Annabel!
Tremble not so!
'Tis joy.--Oh, I have been
So wretched! And to see thee when I thought
We ne'er should meet again!--How did'st thou find me?
The Rosary! the blessed rosary
Shone in the Sunbeam like a beacon fire;
A guiding star.--Thrice holy was the light
That led me here to save--
Oh! blessings on thee!
How? Where? what way? the iron door is barred.
Where did'st thou enter, Julian?
Thro' the Casement
Of yonder chamber.
What, that grim ascent?
That aweful depth? Did'st thou dare this for me?
And must I--? But I fear not. I'll go with thee.
I'm safe of foot, and light--I'll go.
Thou can'st not.
Then go thyself, or he will find thee here,
He, and his ruffian band--Let us part now.
Kiss me again!--Fly, fly from Sicily!
That fearful man! But he is all one lie,
Told me thy life was forfeited.
He told thee
Oh! fly, fly, fly!
The bloodhounds that he laid upon the scent
Have tracked me hither.--Did'st thou hear a gun?
For once the ball passed harmless.
Art thou hurt?
Art sure thou art not?
Yes, but they who aimed
That death, are on the watch--Their quarry's lodged.
We can escape them--one way--only one way.
How? What way?
Then he's alive!--Oh, happiness! They told me
That he was dead.--Why do we loiter here?
Let's join him now.
Now, now! Thou know'st not
How horribly these walls do picture to me
The several agonies whereof my soul
Hath drunk to-day.--I have been tempted, Julian,
By one--a fiend!--Tempted 'till I almost thought
Heaven had forsaken me.--But thou art here,
To save me, and my pulse beats high again
With love & hope. I am light-hearted now,
And could laugh, like a child--only these walls
Do crowd around me with a visible weight
Of a pal
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thoughts, that wandered through my brain,
ttering madness, and sedate despair,
Two words in this line and the next are completely illegible under the blot in the manuscript photofacsimile.
reat unreal--Take me hence!
From the context of the lines and the 1823 text, the two words hidden by the blot damage are almost certainly "me away." with thee!
The large blot on the manuscript image most likely covers the words "yet, not" as given in the 1823 publication. A descender that would match the letter "y" is just visible. yet,
Thou sweetest wretch! I cannot.--Dotard! Fool!
I must--not yet, not yet.--Talk to me, Annabel;
This is the hour when thou wast wont to make
Earth, Heaven with lovely words; the sunset hour
That woke thy spirit into joy.--Once more
Talk to me, Annabel!
Aye, all day long
When we are free. Thy voice is choaked, thy looks
Are not on me; thy hand doth catch
And grasp mine painfully--that gentle hand!
Oh! Heaven! Oh Heaven? That right hand.--Kiss it not!
Take thy lips from it!
Can'st thou save me, Julian?
Thou always dost speak truth.--Can'st save th
The first three letters are visible as "thy," but the rest is obscured under the blot. We supply "thyself?" from comparison with the 1823 edition.
Shall we go hence together?
Why that is bliss!--We shall be free--
Shall we not, Julian? I shall have a joy
I never looked for, I shall work for thee,
Shall tend thee, be thy page, thy all!
Shall I not, Julian?
Annabel, look forth
Upon this glorious world! Look once again
On our fair Sicily, lit by that sun,
Whose level beams do cast a golden shine
On sea, and shore, and city, on the pride
Of bowery groves, on Etna's smouldering top!
Oh, bright and glorious world! And thou of all
Created things most glorious, tricked in light
As the stars that live in Heaven!
Why dost thou gaze
So sadly on me?
The bright stars how oft
They fall, or
eem to fall!--The Sun--Look, look,
He sinks, he sets in glory.--Blessed orb
Like thee,--like the
Dost thou remember once
We sat by the Sea-shore, when all the Heaven
And all the Ocean seemed one glow of fire?--
There we sate, and talked,
And thou didst wish thyself
A spirit sailing in that flood of light
Straight to the Eternal Gates, did't pray to pass
Away in such a glory.--Annabel,
Look out upon the burning sky, the Sea
One lucid ruby--'Tis the very hour!
Thou'lt be a Seraph at the fount of light before--
What, must I die? And wilt thou kill me?
Can'st thou? Thou cam'st to save--
To save thy honor.
I shall die with thee.
Oh, no! no! Live! Live!
If I must die--Oh, it is sweet to live,
To breathe, to move, to feel the throbbing blood,
Beat in the veins, to look on such an earth,
On such a Heaven, to look on thee! Young life
Is very dear!
Would'st live for D'Alba?
I had forgot.--I'll die.--Quick! quick!
Angel, dost thou forgive me?
I cannot draw it.
Enter Bertone and 2 others armed.
Yield thee, Prince Julian!--Yield thee! Seize the lady!
Oh, fatal, fond delay!--Dare not come near us.
Stand off! I'll guard thee, sweet, but when I fall
Let him not triumph.
Strike him down! Now!
The two men have now advanced close to Julian, and one of them strikes at him with his Sword. Annabel rushes before Julian, receives the wound aimed at him, & falls dead at his feet.
after she is wounded
For thee! 'Tis sweet!
Fiend! hast thou slain her? Die! die! die!
Call instant help.
Exit the other bravo
Julian & Bertone fight, & Julian kills him
My murdered Wife! Doth she not breathe? I thought--
My sight is dim--Oh, ho! she's pale, she's cold,
She's still!--If she were living, she would speak
To comfort me.--She's mute, she's stiff, she's dead!
Why do I shiver at the word? I, that am
Death's factor? Peopler of unhallowed graves?
Slayer of all my race? Not thee! not thee!
Heaven, in its mercy, guided the keen sword
To thy white bosom.--I could not.--Lie there!
I'll shroud thee in my mantle.--The rude earth
Will veil thy beauty next.--One kiss! She died
To save me!--One kiss, Annabel!
But the fiend--the cause--
Is he not coming?--I will chain in life
Till I've avenged thee!--I could slay an army
Now, in my strong despair.--But that were mercy.--
He must wear daggers in his heart--He loved her;
I'll feed his hopes, and then--Aye, ha, ha, ha!
That will be a revenge to make the fiends
Laugh--ha, ha, ha!--I'll wrap me in this cloak,
And in the twilight--So!He will not know
My voice--It frightens me!--I have not hidden
Thee quite, my Annabel--There is one tress
Floating in springy grace,--as if--she's dead!
She's dead!--I must not gaze, for then my heart
Will break before it's time.--He comes!--The stairs
Groan at his pressure.
Enter D'Alba, speaking to an Attendant.
Stop, and watch the gate.
All's tranquil. Where's the traitor?
Who slew him?
And the Lady--where is she?
Fair gentleness! After this perilous storm
She needs must lack repose.--I'll wait her here.
Friend, thou hast done good service to the state,
And me--We're not ungrateful--Julian's sword
Fails him not often, and the slave who fled
Proclaimed him Victor.
He slew two.
Slew'st him? Aye, there he lies in the ermined cloak
Of royalty, his haughty shroud.
Let not mine enemy
Call me ungenerous.--Roll him in his ermine,
And dig a hole without the city gate
For him and the great Regent.--Quick! I'll have
The funeral speedy.--Ah, the slaughtering sword
Lies by him, brown with clotted gore.--Hence! Hence!
And drag the Carrion with thee!
Wilt thou not
Look on the Corse?
I cannot wait her waking.
I must go feast my eyes on her fair looks--
Divinest Annabel!--my widowed bride!
Where is she?
There! Now gaze thyself to Hell!
Gloat with hot love upon that beauteous dust!
She's safe! She's dead!
But touch her not!
Oh, perfectest and loveliest thing!
Eternal curses rest upon his head
Who murdered thee!
Off! off! pollute her not!
She's white! she's pure!--Curses! Pour curse for curse
On the foul murderer, on him who turned
The sweet soul from her home, who slew her father,
Hunted her husband as a beast of prey,
Pursued, imprisoned, lusted, left no gate
Open, save that to Heaven--Off! gaze not on her!
Thy look is profanation!
Throwing himself on the body.
Enter Alfonso, Leanti, Valore & Guards.
This way!--Oh, sight of horror! Julian! Julian!
The Princess dead!--Why, D'Alba--
Seize him, guards;
Lead him before the States.--This bloody scene
Calls for deep vengeance!
If I were not weary
a world that sweats under a load of fools,
Old creaking vanes, that turn as the wind changes,
Lords, I'd defy ye!
And I defy ye now.--For she is gone--
The glorious vision!--And the Patriarch's years
Were valueless.--Do with me as ye will;
Ye cannot call back her.
Off with him!
Exit D'Alba guarded.
Wilt thou not speak?
I have been thanking Heaven
That she is dead.
His wits are gone.
Look on me.--Dost thou know me? I'm thy Cousin,
She was my comforter!
And now--but I do know thee, thou'rt the King,
The pretty boy I loved.--She loved thee too.--
I'm glad thou'rt come to close my eyes.--Draw nearer,
That I may see thy face.--Where art thou?
Poor child, he weeps! Send for the honored dead
Beside the city gate--he pardoned me!
Bury us in one grave--all in one grave!
I did not kill her--Strew her with white flowers,
For she was innocent!
Cheer thee! Take hope!
Raise up his head!
He forgave me,
Thou know'st he did.--White flowers--nothing but white.
He is gone!
And I am left in the wide world
End of the Play.