Ludolph (indistinctly without). Fill, fill my goblet,
Here’s a health!
Erminia.
O, close the door!
Otho.
Let, let me hear his voice; this cannot last
And fain would I catch up his dying words
Though my own knell they be this cannot last
O let me catch his voice for lo! I hear
This silence whisper me that he is dead!
It is so. Gersa?
Enter GERSA.
Physician.
Say, how fares the prince?
Gersa.
More calm his features are less wild and flushed
Once he complain’d of weariness
Physician. Indeed!
’Tis good ’tis good let him but fall asleep,
That saves him.
Otho.
Gersa, watch him like a child
Ward him from harm and bring me better news
Physician. Humour him to the height. I fear to go;
For should he catch a glimpse of my dull garb,
It might affright him fill him with suspicion
That we believe him sick, which must not be
Gersa. I will invent what soothing means I can.
[Exit GERSA.
Physician.
This should cheer up your Highness weariness
Is a good symptom, and most favourable
It gives me pleasant hopes. Please you walk forth
Onto the Terrace; the refreshing air
Will blow one half of your sad doubts away.
[Exeunt.
Scene V
A Banqueting Hall, brilliantly illuminated, and set forth
with all costly magnificence, with Supper-tables, laden with services
of Gold and Silver. A door in the back scene, guarded by two Soldiers.
Lords, Ladies, Knights, Gentlemen, &c., whispering sadly,
and ranging themselves; part entering and part discovered.
First Knight. Grievously are we tantaliz’d, one and all
Sway’d here and there, commanded to and fro
As though we were the shadows of a dream
And link’d to a sleeping fancy. What do we here?
Gonfred.
I am no Seer you know we must obey
The prince from A to Z though it should be
To set the place in flames. I pray hast heard
Where the most wicked Princess is?
First Knight. There, Sir,
In the next room have you remark’d those two
Stout soldiers posted at the door?
Gonfred.
For what?
[They whisper.
First Lady. How ghast a train!
Second Lady. Sure this should be some splendid burial.
First Lady. What fearful whispering! See, see, Gersa there.
Enter GERSA.
Gersa.
Put on your brightest looks; smile if you can;
Behave as all were happy; keep your eyes
From the least watch upon him ;
if he speaks
To any one, answer collectedly,
Without surprise, his questions, howe’er strange.
Do this to the utmost, though, alas! with me
The remedy grows hopeless! Here he comes,
Observe what I have said, show no surprise.
Enter LUDOLPH, followed by SIGIFRED and Page.
Ludolph.
A splendid company! rare beauties here!
I should have Orphean lips, and Plato’s fancy,
Amphion’s utterance, toned with his lyre,
Or the deep key of Jove’s sonorous mouth,
To give fit salutation. Methought I heard,
As I came in, some whispers, what of that?
’Tis natural men should whisper; at the kiss
Of Psyche given by Love, there was a buzz
Among the gods! and silence is as natural.
These draperies are fine, and, being a mortal,
I should desire no better; yet, in truth,
There must be some superiour costliness,
Some wider-domed high magnificence!
I would have, as a mortal I may not,
Hanging of heaven’s clouds, purple and gold,
Slung from the spheres; gauzes of silver mist,
Loop’d up with cords of twisted wreathed light,
And tassell’d round with weeping meteors!
These pendent lamps and chandeliers are bright
As earthly fires from dull dross can be cleansed;
Yet could my eyes drink up intenser beams
Undazzled, this is darkness, when I close
These lids, I see far fiercer brilliances,
Skies full of splendid moons, and shooting stars,
And spouting exhalations, diamond fires,
And panting fountains quivering with deep glows!
Yes this is dark is it not dark?
Sigifred.
My Lord,
’Tis late; the lights of festival are ever
Quench’d in the morn.
Ludolph.
’Tis not tomorrow then?
Sigifred. ’Tis early dawn.
Gersa.
Indeed full time we slept;
Say you so, Prince?
Ludolph.
I say I quarreled with you ; We did not tilt each other, that’s a blessing,
Good gods! no innocent blood upon my head!
Sigifred.
Retire, Gersa!
Ludolph.
There should be three more here:
For two of them, they stay away perhaps,
Being gloomy-minded, haters of fair revels,
They know their own thoughts best.
As for the third,
Deep blue eyes semi-shaded in white lids,