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The Bride of Messina, and On the Use of the Chorus in Tragedy
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2017
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Woe to the murderer! Woe
That sped exulting in his pride,
Behold! the parched earth drinks the crimson tide.
Down, down it flows, unceasingly,
To the dim caverned halls below,
Where throned in kindred gloom the sister train,
Of Themis progeny severe,
Brood in their songless, silent reign!
Stern minister of wrath's decree,
They catch in swarthy cups thy streaming gore,
And pledge with horrid rites for vengeance evermore.
Second (BERENGAR)
Though swift of deed the traces fade
From earth, before the enlivening ray;
As o'er the brow the transient shade
Of thought, the hues of fancy flit away: —
Yet in the mystic womb unseen,
Of the dark ruling hours that sway
Our mortal lot, whate'er has been,
With new creative germ defies decay.
The blooming field is time
For nature's ever-teeming shoot,
And all is seed, and all is fruit.
[The Chorus goes away, bearing the corpse of DON MANUEL on a bier.
SCENE II
The hall of pillars. It is night.
The stage is lighted from above by a single large lamp.
DONNA ISABELLA and DIEGO advance to the front.
ISABELLA
As yet no joyful tidings, not a trace
Found of the lost one!
DIEGO
Nothing have we heard,
My mistress; yet o'er every track, unwearied,
Thy sons pursue. Ere long the rescued maid
Shall smile at dangers past.
ISABELLA
Alas! Diego,
My heart is sad; 'twas I that caused this woe!
DIEGO
Vex not thy anxious bosom; naught escaped
Thy thoughtful care.
ISABELLA
Oh! had I earlier shown
The hidden treasure!
DIEGO
Prudent were thy counsels,
Wisely thou left'st her in retirement's shade;
So, trust in heaven.
ISABELLA
Alas! no joy is perfect
Without this chance of ill my bliss were pure.
DIEGO
Thy happiness is but delayed; enjoy
The concord of thy sons.
ISABELLA
The sight was rapture
Supreme, when, locked in one another's arms,
They glowed with brothers' love.
DIEGO
And in the heart
It burns; for ne'er their princely souls have stooped
To mean disguise.
ISABELLA
Now, too, their bosoms wake
To gentler thoughts, and own their softening sway
Of love. No more their hot, impetuous youth
Revels in liberty untamed, and spurns
Restraint of law, attempered passion's self,
With modest, chaste reserve.
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