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PAUSANIAS, a Physician.
The Scene of the Poem is on Mount Etna; at first in the forest
region, afterwards on the summit of the mountain.
EMPEDOCLES ON ETNA.
ACT I, SCENE I.
A Pass in the forest region of Etna. Morning.
CALLICLES. (Alone, resting on a rock by the path.) THE mules, I think, will not be here this hour !
They feel the cool wet turf under their feet By the stream-side, after the dusty lanes In which they have toil'd all night from Catana, And scarcely will they budge a yard. O Pan! How gracious is the mountain at this hour ! A thousand times have I been here alone Or with the revellers from the mountain-towns, But never on so fair a morn !-the sun Is shining on the brilliant mountain-crests, And on the highest pines; but farther down Here in the valley is in shade; the sward Is dark, and on the stream the mist still hangs;
One sees one's foot-prints crush'd in the wet grass,
And thou, then ? I left thee supping with Peisianax, With thy head full of wine, and thy hair crown'd, Touching thy harp as the whim came on thee, And praised and spoil'd by master and by guests
Almost as much as the new dancing girl.
The night was hot, And the feast past its prime; so we slipp'd out, Some of us, to the portico to breathe ;Peisianax, thou know'st, drinks late ;-and then, As I was lifting my soild garland off, I saw the mules and litter in the court, And in the litter sate Empedocles; Thou, too, wast with him. Straightway I sped home; I saddled my white mule, and all night long Through the cool lovely country follow'd you, Pass'd you a little since as morning dawn'd, And have this hour sate by the torrent here, Till the slow mules should climb in sight again. And now?
back to the town with speed ! Crouch in the wood first, till the mules have pass'd; They do but halt, they will be here anon. Thou must be viewless to Empedocles !