When I had reach’d it within twenty paces ——
[FERDINAND starts as if he felt the terror over again.
Merciful Heaven! Do go, my lord! and look. 30
[OSORIO goes and returns.
Osorio. It must have shot some pleasant feelings thro’ you?
Ferdinand. If every atom of a dead man’s flesh
Should move, each one with a particular life,
Yet all as cold as ever—’twas just so!
Or if it drizzled needle-points of frost 35
Upon a feverish head made suddenly bald —
Osorio (interrupting him). Why, Ferdinand! I blush for thy
cowardice.
It would have startled any man, I grant thee.
But such a panic.
Ferdinand. When a boy, my lord!
I could have sat whole hours beside that chasm, 40
Push’d in huge stones and heard them thump and rattle
Against its horrid sides; and hung my head
Low down, and listen’d till the heavy fragments
Sunk, with faint crash, in that still groaning well,
Which never thirsty pilgrim blest, which never 45
A living thing came near; unless, perchance,
Some blind-worm battens on the ropy mould,
Close at its edge.
Osorio. Art thou more coward now?
Ferdinand. Call him that fears his fellow-men a coward.
I fear not man. But this inhuman cavern 50
It were too bad a prison-house for goblins.
Besides (you’ll laugh, my lord!) but true it is,
My last night’s sleep was very sorely haunted
By what had pass’d between us in the morning.
I saw you in a thousand hideous ways, 55
And doz’d and started, doz’d again and started.
I do entreat your lordship to believe me,
In my last dream ——
Osorio. Well?
Ferdinand. I was in the act
Of falling down that chasm, when Alhadra
Waked me. She heard my heart beat!
Osorio. Strange enough! 60
Had you been here before?
Ferdinand. Never, my lord!
But my eyes do not see it now more clearly
Than in my dream I saw that very chasm.
[OSORIO stands in a deep study — then, after a pause.
Osorio. There is no reason why it should be so.
And yet it is.
Ferdinand. What is, my lord?
Osorio. Unpleasant 65
To kill a man!
Ferdinand. Except in self-defence.
Osorio. Why that’s my case: and yet ‘tis still unpleasant.
At least I find it so! But you, perhaps,
Have stronger nerves?
Ferdinand. Something doth trouble you.
How can I serve you? By the life you gave me, 70
By all that makes that life of value to me,
My wife, my babes, my honour, I swear to you,
Name it, and I will toil to do the thing,
If it be innocent! But this, my lord!
Is not a place where you could perpetrate, 75
No, nor propose a wicked thing. The darkness
(When ten yards off, we know, ‘tis chearful moonlight)
Collects the guilt and crowds it round the heart.
It must be innocent.
Osorio. Thyself be judge.
[OSORIO walks round the cavern — then looking round it.
One of our family knew this place well. 80
Ferdinand. Who? when? my lord.
Osorio. What boots it who or when?
Hang up the torch. I’ll tell his tale to thee.
[They hang [up] their torches in some shelf of
[on some ridge in Remorse] the cavern.
Osorio. He was a man different from other men,
And he despised them, yet revered himself.
Ferdinand. What? he was mad?
Osorio. All men seem’d mad to him, 85
Their actions noisome folly, and their talk —
A goose’s gabble was more musical.
Nature had made him for some other planet,
And press’d his soul into a human shape
By accident or malice. In this world 90
He found no fit companion!
Ferdinand. Ah, poor wretch!
Madmen are mostly proud.
Osorio. He walk’d alone,
And phantasies, unsought for, troubled him.
Something within would still be shadowing out
All possibilities, and with these shadows 95
His mind held dalliance. Once, as so it happen’d,
A fancy cross’d him wilder than the rest:
To this in moody murmur, and low voice,
He yielded utterance as some talk in sleep.
The man who heard him ——
Why didst thou look round? 100
Ferdinand. I have a prattler three years old, my lord!
In truth he is my darling. As I went
From forth my door, he made a moan in sleep —
But I am talking idly — pray go on!
And what did this man?
Osorio. With his human hand 105
He gave a being and reality
To that wild fancy of a possible thing.
Well it was done. [Then very wildly.
Why babblest thou of guilt?
The deed was done, and it pass’d fairly off.
And he, whose tale I tell thee — dost thou listen? 110
Ferdinand. I would, my lord, you were by my fireside!
I’d listen to you with an eager eye,
Tho’ you began this cloudy tale at midnight.
But I do listen — pray proceed, my lord!
Osorio. Where was I?
Ferdinand. He of whom you tell the tale — 115
Osorio. Surveying all things with a quiet scorn
Tamed himself down to living purposes,
The occupations and the semblances