But fevers me with an insane delight; In the same hour-Were this your fate, perchance Rich. I might, like you, Have been a brawler and a reveller ;-not, Like you, a trickster and a thief. De Mau. [Advancing threateningly.] Lord Cardinal! Unsay those words!— [HUGUET deliberately raises the carbine. Rich. [Waving his hand.] Not quite so quick, friend Huguet ; Messire de Mauprat is a patient man, And he can wait! You have outrun your fortune ;— I blame you not, that you would be a beggar— On means not yours-to be brave in silks and laces, Not yours-ungiven-uninherited-unpaid for ;- Men's art and labour, which to them is wealth, Is what-when done with a less dainty grace— Minus one crown, two liards! De Mau. [Aside.] The old conjuror! 'Sdeath, he'll inform me next how many cups I drank at dinner! Rich. This is scandalous, Shaming your birth and blood. I tell you, sir, De Mau. With all my heart, My lord. Where shall I borrow, then, the money? Rich. [Aside and laughing.] A humorous daredevil!-The very man To suit my purpose-ready, frank, and bold! [Rising, and earnestly. Adrien de Mauprat, men have called me cruel ;I am not ;-I am just !-I found France rent asunder,The rich men despots, and the poor banditti ;Sloth in the mart, and schism in the temple; Brawls festering to rebellion; and weak laws Rotting away with rust in antique sheaths. I have re-created France; and, from the ashes Of the old feudal and decrepit carcass, Civilization on her luminous wings Soars, phoenix-like, to Jove! What was my art? Genius, some say,-some, fortune,-witchcraft, some. Not so ;-my art was JUSTICE! Force and fraud You shall wipe off all stains,-be rich, be honour'd, [DE MAUPRAT falls on his knee-RICHELIEU raises him. I ask, sir, in return, this hand, To gift it with a bride, whose dower shall match, Yet not exceed, her beauty. De Mau. I have no wish to marry. Rich. To die were worse. De Mau. I, my lord,-[hesitating] Surely, sir, Scarcely; the poorest coward Must die; but knowingly to march to marriage, Rich. Traitor, thou triflest with me! I know all! Thou hast dared to love my ward-my charge. De Mau. As rivers May love the sunlight-basking in the beams, Rich. Thou hast told her of thy love? De Mau. My lord, if I had dared to love a maid, Lowliest in France, I would not so have wronged her, As bid her link rich life and virgin hope With one the deathman's gripe might, from her side, Pluck at the nuptial altar. Rich. I believe thee; K Yet, since she knows not of thy love, renounce her; Take life and fortune with another!-Silent? De Mau. Your fate has been one triumph-you know not How blest a thing it was in my dark hour To nurse the one sweet thought you bid me banish. That holiest temple-the Heaven-builded soul- Revoke your mercy; I prefer the fate I look'd for! Rich. Huguet! to the tapestry chamber Conduct your prisoner. [To MAUPRAT.] You will there behold The executioner :-your doom be private And Heaven have mercy on you! SCENE FROM "THE LADY OF LYONS." BY LORD LYTTON. CLAUDE MELNOTTE. PAULINE DESCHAPELLES. Pauline. Sweet Prince, tell me again of thy palace by the Lake of Como; it is so pleasant to hear of thy splendours since thou didst swear to me that they would be desolate without Pauline; and when thou describest them, it is with a mocking lip and a noble scorn, as if custom had made thee disdain greatness. Melnotte. Nay, dearest, nay, if thou wouldst have me paint The home to which, could Love fulfil its prayers, Pau. My own dear love! Mel. A palace lifting to eternal summer Its marble walls, from out a glossy bower Of coolest foliage musical with birds, Whose songs should syllable thy name! At noon We'd sit beneath the arching vines, and wonder Why earth could be unhappy, while the Heavens Still left us youth and love! We'd have no friends |