ROBERT BROWNING 
 Draion at Rome in 1859 ^U Field Tal/oiird 
 
OXFORD EDITION 
 
 THE 
 
 RING AND THE BOOK 
 
 BY 
 
 ROBERT BROWNING 
 
 WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY EDWARD DOWDEN 
 AND FOUR FACSIMILES 
 
 HENRY FROWDE 
 
 OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS 
 
 LONDON, EDINBURGH, GLASGOW, NEW YORK 
 
 TORONTO, MELBOURNE AND BOMBAY 
 
 1912 
 
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 LOAN STACK 
 
 /^ad to Lib, 
 
 GIFT 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Introduction ....•- v 
 I. The Ring and the Book ... 1 
 
 f' II. Half-Rome 35 
 
 ^,111. The Other Half-Rome . . .72 
 
 vIV. Tertium Quid 113 
 
 / V, Count Guido Franceschini . . 152 
 •^^ VI. Giuseppe Capon sacchi . . . 201 
 
 iTII. PoMPiLiA .252 
 
 -s ^'^f^ll. DoMiNUS Hyacinthus de Abchangelis 297 
 jMbt. Juris Doctor Johannes - Baptista 
 
 0'^'' \ BOTTINIUS 340 
 
 V X. The Pope 378 
 
 XL Guido 4-9 
 
 XII The Book and the Ring . . .486 
 
 a 2 
 
 480 
 
ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 Robert Browning. Drawn at Rome 
 
 in 1859 by Field Talfourd . . Frontispiece 
 
 Facsimiles from ' the Old Yellow Book ' in 
 the Library of Balliol College, Oxford 
 
 Title-page of the ' Book ' . . To face p. 4 
 
 The Forged Assignation . . ,, 104 
 
 The Case against Guido . . „ 340 
 
 The Instrument of Final Judgement „ 504 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 A LOVER of poetry who desired to make acquaint- 
 ance with Browning's work once inquired of him which 
 poem he should read first, and straightway came the 
 reply — ' The Ring and the Book, of course.' Browning's 
 advice was prompted less by a comprehension of 
 what would win and what might throw off a friendly 
 reader than by the sense that the whole of his own 
 mind was more fully represented in this than in any 
 other of his writings. Certainly he had shown his 
 thews in The Ring and the Booh ; it is his largest 
 and most sustained achievement. But a volume or 
 sequence of volumes comprising more than twenty 
 thousand lines of verse — equal in number to those 
 of Paradise Lost twice told — can hardly be regarded 
 as an introduction to his work ; it is perhaps the 
 chief, the ultimate thing to master. Browning's 
 friend, John Forster, when in early days he made the 
 first selection from the poetical works, knew better 
 than did the poet himself how to awaken the faith 
 and hope and courage which are needed before we 
 venture on a considerable enterprise. Yet it remains 
 true that the whole mass of the poet's mind thrusts 
 itself forward with more domineering force in his 
 story of the Roman murder-case than in such lyric 
 pieces and dramatic fragments as are best fitted to 
 gain from the outset believers in the genius of 
 Robert Browning. Nowhere else is his search for 
 truth more impassioned or more persistent ; nowhere 
 else are the abstractions of his brain more adequately 
 embodied in concrete forms of art ; nowhere else is 
 there a finer play of that intellectual casuistry, which. 
 
vi THE RING AND THE BOOK 
 
 after a web of sophistries has been spun, is severed 
 by one swift sword-stroke of the spirit. We find here 
 at its highest his feeling for the power which one soul 
 can wield over another ; we find here his delight 
 in the radiance of innocence in its greatest intensity; 
 we find here his deepest ponderings of moral wisdom, 
 and his uttermost indignation against whatever is 
 treacherous and cruel. Veiled memories of his past 
 and eager hopes for the future are here. Nor do 
 we miss Browning's characteristic humour, a thing 
 rather of a robust temperament, like that of his own 
 Herakles, than of any subtle mingling of laughter 
 with tenderness. Finally, if the right to Islj — not 
 without a purpose — a burden of weariness on the 
 reader is sometimes claimed by the poet, he assuredly 
 claims that right in abundant measure in The Ring 
 and the Book, when the advocates of the culprit and 
 of his victim perorate and cite their precedents. 
 
 Browning's father is said to have taken unusual 
 interest in the investigation of complex criminal 
 cases. The son inherited a like curiosity in the study 
 of facts and motives connected with crime. The late 
 Mr. Kegan Paul told in his Memoy^ies of a dinner-party 
 where the conversation turned on murder ; Browning 
 surprised him by showing his acquaintance to the 
 minutest detail with every cause celebre of that kind 
 within living memory. 
 
 It was on a blazing day of June 1860, when 
 Browning had passed his forty-eighth birthday, that 
 he found — pushed by the 'Hand' of ' predestination' 
 above his shoulder — in the Piazza di San Lorenzo, 
 Florence, and purchased for a lira the ' square old 
 yellow book ' which supplied him with the ' crude 
 fact ' from which his poem was fashioned. In the 
 opening section of that poem he tells us how his 
 imagination was instantlv seized by the story of 
 
INTRODUCTION vii 
 
 the long-forgotten murder of two centuries since; 
 how, as he walked towards Casa Guidi, his eyes were 
 fastened upon the pages until the heart of the old 
 pamphlets had been plucked out, and how, when 
 darkness fell, as he stood upon the terrace, breathing 
 
 ,The beauty and the fear fulness of night, 
 
 he saw the whole tragedy of Arezzo and of Rome 
 rise before his eyes and enact itself again. 
 
 ' When I had read the book ', Browning said to 
 Mr. Rudolf Lehmann, ' my plan was at once settled. 
 I went for a walk, gathered twelve pebbles from the 
 road, and put them at equal distances on the parapet 
 that bordered it. Those represented the twelve 
 chapters into which the poem is divided, and I adhered 
 to that arrangement to the last.' After a time, 
 however, he must have hesitated and faltered. He 
 offered the story as early as the winter of 1860 to his 
 friend Miss Ogle as the subject for a novel. He 
 suggested to another friend, Mr. W. C. Cartwright, 
 that he should write an account of it, and even 
 proposed to give him the book — the book of ' pre- 
 destination '. Possibly the shock of Mrs. Browning's 
 death in June 1861 may have caused him to doubt 
 his ability to carry through so vast an undertaking. 
 But in 1862 he wrote from Biarritz as if he had 
 decided to convert ' the Roman murder-story ' into 
 a poem, and had already been shaping it in his 
 imagination. Two years later he had, while staying 
 in the south of France, defined his scheme. He wrote 
 — so Browning told Mr. W. M. Rossetti — on a regular 
 systematic plan, making use of the early hours of 
 each day : ' He has wfitten *, Mr. Rossetti noted in his 
 diary, ' his forthcoming work all consecutively — not 
 some of the later parts before the earlier.' Such was 
 what Browning styles his ' smithcraft ', and no smith 
 
viii THE RING AND THE BOOK 
 
 could hammer his work upon the anvil with a steadier 
 hand. In 1868 the poem was completed. Addressing 
 the ' old yellow book ' in the last section of his work 
 he asks — 
 
 How will it be, my four-years'-intimate, - 
 When thou and I part company anon ? 
 
 Four years carries us back to the date when 
 Browning visited the Pas de Roland. The poem was 
 published in four monthly volumes during the winter 
 of 1868-9. 
 
 In addition to the collection of pamphlets, pleadings, 
 and manuscripts bound together in the volume found 
 by Browning in the Piazza di San Lorenzo, he had as 
 a secondary and minor source an Italian manuscript 
 discovered in London and communicated to him 
 by one of his acquaintances ; this was printed by 
 Sir John Simeon in Miscellanies XII, 1868-9, of the 
 Philobiblion Society. It tells the story of Guido and 
 Pompilia briefly, adding certain scraps of information 
 which are not given in the poet's primary sources. 
 Here Browning found the name of Pompilia's infant 
 son — Gaetano ; here he read of the exposure of the 
 bodies of Pietro and Violante in the church of San 
 Lorenzo, with other details which he was not slow to 
 utilize. Yet another manuscript account of the trial 
 and death of Franceschini and his companions came 
 to light in a library of Rome too late to be of service 
 to the poet ; a translation was printed by Browning's 
 biographer, W. Hall Griffin, in the Monthly Review, 
 November 1900. It tends to confirm the interpreta- 
 tion of the facts which is presented in The Ring and 
 the Booh. 
 
 The ' Book ' itself has found a resting-place, in 
 accordance with Browning's desire, in the library of 
 Balliol College, Oxford. The College possesses also 
 
INTRODUCTION ix 
 
 the portrait of the poet painted by his son, and here 
 the Book is represented as supported by Browning's 
 hands. A photographic reproduction of the contents 
 of the volume, with translation, notes, and much 
 subsidiary matter, was edited by an American student 
 of Browning, Mr. Charles W. Hodell, and was issued 
 by the Carnegie Institution of Washington in 1908. 
 The volume, which is formidable in size, contains 
 a valuable essay by the editor, comparing the treat- 
 ment of the story as found in the poem with the 
 * crude fact ' as disclosed by the original documents. 
 The same editor has supervised a reprint of the 
 documents in a popular form, but without his 
 elaborate essay ; all who study the poem must 
 acknowledge themselves debtors to Mr. Hodell. 
 
 * My stress lay on the incidents in the development 
 of a soul,' Browning wrote of his Bordello : ' little 
 else is worth study.' It was in like manner the 
 probing and the exposition of character that interested 
 him before all else in his dea-ling with the Roman 
 murder-case of 1698. But little of this was to be 
 found in the pamphlets and legal documents that 
 lay before him. Even the crude fact was here pre- 
 sented as in dispute. Browning, like his Pope, had 
 to pronounce on the whole matter, to interpret the 
 various allegations in his own way, and to fashion 
 the characters in accordance with the view which 
 he had taken. If we are to accept his metaphor of 
 the ring shaped from untempered gold with the help 
 of alloy, we are compelled to reverse the meaning of 
 the metaphor as set forth by the poet ; the gold 
 is contributed by Browning's imagination ; the alloy 
 is the fact or the alleged fact as contributed by 
 the Book. In the course of his repeated perusals of 
 the documents he selected with scrupulous care every 
 detail that was in harmony with his design ; but his 
 
X THE RING AND THE BOOK 
 
 own imaginative interpretation of the affair supplied 
 the test by which he vakied the assertions of the 
 several parties. His conception of the characters in 
 large measure determined his appraisement of the 
 documentary statements. ' It is a wonderful book,' 
 said Carlyle to Browning, ' one of the most wonderful 
 poems ever written. I re-read it all through — all 
 made out of an Old Bailey story that might have been 
 told in ten lines, and only wants forgetting.' And 
 Carlyle was right. We could not tolerate the recital of 
 the Old Bailey story, from different points of view, by 
 speaker after speaker, if the story were the chief thing. 
 But Guido, Pompilia, Caponsacchi, the Pope, are of 
 perennial interest ; innocence and guilt, pure chivalry, 
 faith and love, spiritual wisdom, are things that for 
 ever concern us. Browning had already made the 
 dramatic monologue his chief medium for presenting 
 the complexities of character. He lacked the true 
 dramatic instinct which makes dialogue a living thing ; 
 but he could exhibit character in position. It was 
 natural that he should now employ the monologue, 
 summoning each of his leading personages to the task 
 of self-revealment. And in the process the story 
 itself changes, assuming new meanings and new 
 colours in accordance with the temperament and 
 character of each successive speaker. Ten times it 
 is told, and yet it is not told once : 
 
 Our human speech is naught, 
 Our human testimony false, our fame 
 And human estimation words and wind. 
 
 The truth of each speech is relative to him who 
 speaks. 
 
 How much Browning obtained from his sources 
 and how little he obtained are alike and almost 
 equally remarkable. A multitude of petty details 
 found in the documents is incorporated in the 
 
INTRODUCTION xi 
 
 poem ; but the poet can recreate an incident or alter 
 its significance, or can develop a few words or lines 
 into a full and continuous narrative. The incident, 
 for example, of confetti- thro wing in the theatre is 
 mentioned in the affidavit of Pompilia ; but all its 
 deeper meaning, when 
 
 She turned, 
 Looked our way, smiled the beautiful sad strange smile, 
 
 is of the poet's invention. Again, the flight of Pom- 
 pilia and Caponsacchi from A^-ezzo is, of course, dealt 
 with in the original statements, but the breathless 
 and entrancing narration of that flight assigned by 
 Browning to the Canon — once ' fribble and coxcomb 
 and light-o'-love', now a kind of solemn soldier-saint — 
 is not to be found outside the poem. 
 
 It is especially the characters of the actors in these 
 tragic events that Browning has created or re- 
 fashioned and developed. The Guido Franceschini 
 of the Book has not the distinction of being an 
 interesting villain. His cruelty, cunning, greed for 
 gain can be inferred from the documents ; but 
 Browning's Guido is a man of intellect, capable of 
 self-control after his sufferings in the torture-chamber, 
 ingeniouG in sophistry, keen in irony, clear-sighted 
 and cool enough to take advantage of every point 
 that may tell in his favour. Browning felt with his 
 Pope that our imperative duty is to rid the earth of 
 such a miscreant. And yet he is God's creature. 
 To God must be left his ultimate destiny ; truth may 
 be flashed upon Guido's eyes by one fierce blow ; he 
 may even yet see and be saved : 
 
 Else I avert my face, nor follow him 
 Into that sad obscure sequestered state 
 Where God unmakes but to remake the soul 
 He else made first in vain ; which must not be. 
 
xii THE RING AND THE BOOK 
 
 Pompilia had prayed that, though Guido could not 
 behold the light on God's face, he yet might touch 
 God's shadow and be healed ; and the last word on 
 Guido's lips, in which the climax passes beyond the 
 name of God, is a cry for help to the innocence and 
 purity which he had outraged. 
 
 * I found Pompilia in the book just as she speaks 
 and acts in my poem ' — so declared Browning to an 
 acquaintance. The truth is that he found in the 
 Book whatever he needed and desired to find. Another 
 reader of the documents might fail to discover the 
 Pompilia of Browning. The advocate on the side of 
 the murderer was justified in making much of the 
 fact that Pompilia stated that the fugitives reached 
 Castelnuovo in the dawn, whereas her companion 
 Caponsacchi and the other witnesses declared that 
 it was in the evening, and that the night was spent at 
 the inn. She lied from policy, declared her counsel ; 
 she swooned, says Browning, and lost count of time. 
 If anything in the original sources shadowed forth 
 the Pompilia of the poem it is the sworn testimony 
 of the Augustinian, Era Celestino Angelo, and others 
 who attended her on her death-bed. ' I have dis- 
 covered t.nd marvelled at an innocent and saintly 
 conscience', he avers, in that ever-blessed child.' 
 She condoned, according to another witness, ' with 
 superhuman generosity the offences of the one who 
 had caused her innocent death.' And again — ' She 
 was often asked by her confessor and other persons 
 whether she had committed any offence against 
 Guido, her husband . . . and she always responded 
 that she had never committed any offence against 
 him, but had always lived Avith all chastity and 
 modesty.' The poet was certainly not without 
 a certain suggestion in the Book for his image of 
 Pompilia as the flawless rose, gathered, as his Pope 
 
INTRODUCTION xiii 
 
 expresses it, for the breast of God. But, as has been 
 noticed by Mr. Hodell, two important features of her 
 characterization are wholly of Browning's invention. 
 ' In the Book there is not a hint of Pompilia's sense 
 of motherhood, which according to the poet was the 
 real motive of Pompilia's flight from Arezzo, and was 
 the quickener of her new trust in God, that came with 
 the impulse to save her babe. In her monologue this 
 sense of motherhood is one of the tenderest human 
 traits of Pompilia as her motherly faith and motherly 
 solicitude dwell on the thought of the little Gaetano.' 
 Again, the idea of her exalted spiritual love for 
 Caponsacchi we owe altogether to Browning. Apart 
 from the forged letters there is no proof in the Book 
 of her love (if we should not rather call it worship) of 
 the man who had been a saviour in her distress. As 
 Mr. Hodell observes, Browning might have made 
 the defence of Pompilia and Caponsacchi easier in the 
 eyes of the world if he had not imagined this mutual 
 devotion of spirit to spirit. But he dared to represent 
 a real, if almost a supernatural thing, and he has lifted 
 up the reader's heart so that what is highest in the 
 love of man and woman becomes credible. When 
 Browning himself first wrote words to his future wife 
 which were meant to lead to marriage, he had seen 
 her only once and he believed that she was suffering 
 from some disease of the spine that would keep her 
 always a prostrate invalid. In such an enthusiasm 
 of admiration and pity as he felt then lay perhaps 
 the germ of not a little that found development in 
 his future art. 
 
 ' The central event in Caponsacchi's life, as we find 
 it in the poem, is that which has a certain resemblance 
 to sudden religious conversion — the passing away at 
 the command of what he calls ' faith ', but what we 
 may as truly name ' love ', of the ' fribble and cox- 
 
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 comb ', and his translation into a kind of armed 
 St. George, a soldier-saint. Nothing of this is to be 
 discovered in the Book. The hint from which the 
 Caponsacchi of earlier days is imagined comes indeed 
 from Pompilia's affidavit. The Canon was accustomed 
 to pass, with other young men of Arezzo, before 
 Count Guido's house, ' and stop to talk with certain 
 hussies who were standing there.' According to 
 Pompilia, when she begged him to bring her to E^ome, 
 to her father and mother, ' he replied that he did not 
 wish to meddle at all in such an affair, as it would 
 be thought ill of by the whole city.' It is only at last 
 that he is induced to promise that he will deliver 
 her from the house which has grown a prison. In 
 Browning's rehandling of the theme, when Pompilia, 
 stirred by the consciousness of motherhood, implores 
 Caponsacchi 's aid, there is not a moment of hesita- 
 tion. She sees the same ' silent and solemn face' 
 which she had first descried in the theatre, and when 
 her entreaty has been made : 
 
 He replied — 
 The first word I heard ever from his lips, 
 All himself in it — an eternity 
 Of speech, to match the immeasurable depth 
 0' the soul that then broke silence — ' I am yours.' 
 
 This is nobly imagined. It would be to inquire too 
 curiously if we were to ask whether this passion of 
 the deliverer had suddenly taken possession of the 
 future author of The Ring and the Book when, on his 
 first visit to the house in Wimpole Street, he saw 
 a little figure, chained, as he believed, to the sofa, 
 a pallid face and the great, eager, wistful eyes. It is 
 certain that at that moment the words ' I am yours ' 
 were spoken within his heart. 
 
 Of the Pope only the barest mention is found in the 
 Book. ' There is no proof,' writes Mr. Hodell, ' that 
 
INTRODUCTION xv 
 
 he took any personal interest in the story, nor even 
 that he did anything else than deny Guido the 
 protection of clerical privilege. The sentence against 
 the murderers was by the court, and not by the Pope. 
 The Pope merely took the negative attitude of non- 
 interference.' From the pages of history Browning 
 doubtless learnt that Innocent XII was a wise and 
 disinterested ruler of the Church. He called the poor 
 his ' nephews ' and distributed among them the bene- 
 fits which some of his predecessors had reserved for 
 favourites or kinsfolk. Browning spoke of his Pope 
 to the Kev. John Chad wick with special affection. 
 But in truth he is not the historical Antonio PignatelU 
 of 1698. He is the spokesman of the poet's own ideas 
 
 a brother, as Mr. Hodell names him, of Rabbi Ben 
 
 Ezra and the Apostle John. He is a ' grey ultimate 
 decrepitude', and yet through him we hear the 
 voices of the invisible world pronouncing judgement 
 on the persons and the incidents of earth, while yet 
 he remains entirely human, and uses an old man's 
 sagacity to the full in the discrimination of deeds and 
 motives. 
 
 To the Book, of course, the pleadings of the 
 advocates, with their many Latin citations, are 
 directly due. The American critic has fortitude 
 enough to enjoy these pleadings. No doubt excellent 
 reasons can be assigned to account for their presence ; 
 but excellent reasons can be assigned for many things 
 that we endure. I confess I bear the Book a grudge 
 because it seemed to make necessary the presence in 
 the poem of Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis and 
 Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius. The diversions 
 occasioned by the eight-years-old Cinone's birthday 
 feast are Browning's addition ; but the birthday 
 feast, with its fried liver and fennel, is itself somewhat 
 of a weariness to the flesh. Resting-places in the 
 
xvi THE RING AND THE BOOK 
 
 poem, one admits, are needed ; some level ground is 
 required in order that we may perceive aright the 
 abysses and the mounts of vision. The smoke of 
 Half-Rome and his fellows may serve as a necessary- 
 contrast to the fire that issues from the heart and soul 
 of Caponsacchi. Every vast poem has perhaps its 
 tracts of weariness. We do not venture to say that 
 Browning was wrong in his general design ; but we 
 cannot help wishing that his touch were lighter and 
 that our period of trial were less prolonged. A robust 
 critic, resolved to admire, may smile at such a con- 
 fession of human infirmity. But except the robust 
 critic, who that has floundered through the legal 
 pleadings has ever willingly returned to them ? 
 Half-Rome and The Other Half-Rome may serve 
 as a huge prologue ; but was it absolutely essential 
 that the speaker of Tertium Quid should dissertate to 
 ' Eminence This ' and ' All-Illustrious That ' ? It is, 
 however, only just to remember that the same 
 passionate interest in his theme and in every part of 
 it which made Browning comprehend the gallantry, 
 the purity, the spiritual wisdom, of his central 
 characters led him to deal in the same unfaltering 
 way with the minor personages who played their 
 part in the tragic story, or who were conceived as 
 representatives of the popular opinion of the day. 
 
 EDWARD DOWDEN. 
 
THE 
 
 RING AND THE BOOK 
 
 I 
 
 THE RING AND THE BOOK 
 
 Do you see this Ring ? 
 
 'T is Rome-work, made to match 
 
 (By Castellani's imitative craft) 
 
 Etrurian circlets found, some happy morn, 
 
 After a dropping April ; found ahve 
 
 Spark-like 'mid unearthed slope-side figtree-roots 
 
 That roof old tombs at Chiusi : soft, you see, 
 
 Yet crisp as jewel-cutting. There 's one trick, 
 
 (Craftsmen instruct me) one approved device 
 
 And but one, fits such slivers of pure gold 10 
 
 As this was, — such mere oozings from the mine. 
 
 Virgin as oval tawny pendent tear 
 
 At beehive-edge when ripened combs o'erflow, — 
 
 To bear the file's tooth and the hammer's tap : ( Y - ¥^V 
 
 Since hammer needs must widen out the round, ^ 
 
 And file emboss it fine with Uly-flowers, 
 
 Ere the stuff grow a ring-thing right to wear. 
 
 That trick is, the artificer melts up wax 
 
 With honey, so to speak ; ha mingles gold 
 
 With gold's alloy, and, duly tempering both, 
 
 Effects a manageable mass, then works. 
 
 But his work ended, once the thing a ring, 
 
 Oh, there 's repristination ! Just a spirt \ 
 
 O' the proper fiery acid o'er its face, ) 
 
 / And forth the alloy unfastened flies in fume ; \ 
 V. While, seK-sufficient now, the shape remains, I 
 
 The rondure brave, the hUed lovehness, 
 
 Gold as it was, is, shall be evermore : 
 / Prime nature with an added artistry — 
 
 No caraTlost; and you have gained a ring, 
 
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 20 
 
 SO 
 
2 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 What of it ? 'T is a figure, a symbol, say ; 
 A thing^_sign : now for the thing signified. 
 
 Do you see this square old yellow Book, I toss 
 
 I' the air, and catch again, and twirl about 
 
 By the crumpled vellum covers, — pure crude fact 
 
 Secreted from man's life when hearfsHBeatTTard, 
 
 And brains, high-blooded, ticked two centuries since ? 
 
 Examine it yourselves ! I found this book, 
 
 Gave a lira for it, eightpence English just, 
 
 (Mark the predestination !) when a Hand, 40 
 
 Always above my shoulder, pushed me once. 
 
 One day still fierce 'mid many a day struck calm, 
 
 Across a Square in Florence, crammed with booths, 
 
 Buzzing and blaze, noontide and market-time ; 
 
 Toward Baccio's marble, — ay, the basement-ledge 
 
 0' the pedestal where sits and menaces 
 
 John of the Black Bands with the upright spear, 
 
 'Twixt palace and church, — Riccardi where they lived. 
 
 His race, and San Lorenzo where they lie. 
 
 This book, — ^precisely on that palace-step 50 
 
 Which, meant for lounging knaves o' the Medici, 
 
 Now serves re-venders to display their ware, — 
 
 'Mongst odds and ends of ravage, picture-frames 
 
 White through the worn gilt, mirror-sconces chipped. 
 
 Bronze angel-heads once knobs attached to chests, 
 
 (Handled when ancient dames chose forth brocade) 
 
 Modern chalk drawings, studies from the nude, 
 
 Samples of stone, jet, breccia, porphyry 
 
 Polished and rough, sundry amazing busts 
 
 In baked earth, (broken. Providence be praised !) CO 
 
 A wreck of tapestry, proudly-purposed web 
 
 When reds and blues were indeed red and blue, 
 
 Now offered as a mat to save bare feet 
 
 (Since carpets constitute a cruel cost) 
 
 Treading the chill scagliola bedward : then 
 
 A pile of brown-etched prints, two crazie each. 
 
 Stopped by a conch a-top from fluttering forth 
 
 — Sowing the Square with works of one and the same 
 
 Master, the imaginative Sienese 
 
 Great in the scenic backgrounds — (name and fame 70 
 
 None of j^ou know, nor does he fare the worse :) 
 
 From these . . . Oh, with a Lionard going cheap 
 
 If it should prove, as promised, that Joconde 
 
I THE RING AND THE BOOK 3 
 
 Whereof a copy contents the Louvre ! — ^these 
 
 I picked this book from. Five compeers in flank 
 
 Stood left and right of it as tempting more — 
 
 A dogseared Spicilegium, the fond tale 
 
 O' the Frail One of the Flower, by young Dumas, 
 
 Vulgarized Horace for the use of schools. 
 
 The Life, Death, Miracles of Saint Somebody, 80 
 
 Saint Somebody Else, his Miracles, Death and Life, — 
 
 With this, one glance at the lettered back of which, 
 
 And ' Stall ! ' cried I : a lira made it mine. 
 
 Here it is, this I toss and take again ; 
 
 Small-quarto size, part print part manuscript : / 
 
 A book in shape but, really, pure crude fact I /f ^^'^' 
 
 Secreted from man's hfe when hearts beat hard. 
 
 And brains, high-blooded, ticked two centuries since. 
 
 Give it me back ! The thing 's restorative 
 
 I' the touch and sight. 90 
 
 That memorable day, 
 (June was the month, Lorenzo named the Square) 
 I leaned a httle and overlooked my prize 
 By the low raihng round the fountain-source 
 Close to the statue, where a step descends : 
 While clinked the cans of copper, as stooped and rose 
 Thick-ankled girls who brimmed them, and made place 
 For marketmen glad to pitch basket down. 
 Dip a broad melon-leaf that holds the wet. 
 And whisk their faded fresh. And on I read 100 
 Presently, though my path grew perilous 
 Between the outspread straw- work, piles of plait 
 Soon to be flapping, each o'er two black eyes 
 And swathe of Tuscan hair, on festas fine : 
 Through fire-irons, tribes of tongs, shovels in sheaves. 
 Skeleton bedsteads, wardrobe-drawers agape, 
 Rows of tall slim brass lamps with danghng gear, — 
 And worse, cast clothes a-sweetening in the sun : 
 None of them took my eye from off my prize. 
 Still read I on, from written title-page 110 
 
 To written index, on, through street and street. 
 At the Strozzi, at the Pillar, at the Bridge ; 
 Till, by the time I stood at home again 
 In Casa Guidi by Felice Church, 
 Under the doorway where the black begins 
 
4 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 With the first stone-slab of the staircase cold, 
 
 I had mastered the contents, knew the whole truth 
 
 Gathered together, bound up in this book, 
 
 Print three -fifths, written supplement the rest. 
 
 ' Romana Homicidiorum ' — nay, 120 
 
 Better translate — ' A Roman murder-case : 
 
 ' Position of the entire criminal cause 
 
 ' Of Guido Franceschini, nobleman, 
 
 ' With certain Four the cutthroats in his pay, 
 
 ' Tried, all five, and found guilty and put to death 
 
 ' By heading or hanging as befitted ranks, 
 
 ' At Rome on February Twenty Two, 
 
 ' Since our salvation Sixteen Ninety Eight : 
 
 ' Wherein it is disputed if, and when, 
 
 ' Husbands may kill adulterous wives, yet 'scape 130 
 
 ' The customary forfeit.' 
 
 Word for word. 
 So ran the title-page : murder, or else 
 Legitimate punishment of the other crime. 
 Accounted murder by mistake, — just that 
 And no more, in a Latin cramp enough 
 When the law had her eloquence to launch. 
 But interfilleted with Italian streaks 
 When testimony stooped to mother-tongue, — 
 That, was this old square yellow book about. MO 
 
 Now, as the ingot, ere the ring was forged. 
 
 Lay gold, (b"eseech you, hold that figure fast !) 
 
 So, in this book lay absolutely truth, 
 
 Fanciless fact, the documents indeed. 
 
 Primary lawyer-pleadings for, against. 
 
 The aforesaid Five ; real summed-up circumstance 
 
 Adduced in proof of these on either side. 
 
 Put forth and printed, as the practice was. 
 
 At Rome, in the Apostolic Chamber's type. 
 
 And so submitted to the eye o' the Court 150 
 
 Presided over by His Reverence 
 
 Rome's Governor and Criminal Judge, — the trial 
 
 Itself, to all intents, being then as now 
 
 Here in the book and nowise out of it ; 
 
 Seeing, there properly was no judgment-bar. 
 
 No bringing of accuser and accused. 
 
 And whoso judged both parties, face to face 
 
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I THE RING AND THE BOOK 5 
 
 Before some court, as we conceive of courts. 
 
 There was a Hall of Justice ; that came last : 
 
 For justice had a chamber by the hall 160 
 
 Where she took evidence first, summed up the same, 
 
 Then sent accuser and accused alike, 
 
 In person of the advocate of each, 
 
 To weigh that evidence' worth, arrange, array 
 
 The battle. 'T was the so-styled Fisc began, 
 
 Pleaded (and since he only spoke in print 
 
 The printed voice of him lives now as then) 
 
 The jDublic Prosecutor — ' Murder 's proved ; 
 
 ' With five . . . what we call qualities of bad, 
 
 ' Worse, worst, and yet worse still, and still worse yet ; 
 
 ' Crest over crest crowning the cockatrice, 171 
 
 ' That beggar helFs regalia to enrich 
 
 ' Count Guido Franceschini : punish him ! ' « 
 
 Thus was the paper put before the court 
 
 In the next stage, (no noisy work at all,) 
 
 To study at ease. In due time Hke reply 
 
 Came from the so-styled Patron of the Poor, 
 
 Official mouthpiece of the five accused 
 
 Too poor to fee a better, — Guido's luck 
 
 Or else his fellows', which, I hardly know, — 180 
 
 An outbreak as of wonder at the world, 
 
 A fury-fit of outraged innocence, 
 
 A passion of betrayed simplicity : 
 
 ' Punish Count Guido ? For what crime, what hint 
 
 ' 0' the colour of a crime, inform us first ! 
 
 ' Reward him rather ! Recognize, we say, 
 
 ' In the deed done, a righteous judgment dealt ! 
 
 ' All conscience and all courage, — there 's our Count 
 
 ' Charactered in a word ; and, what 's more strange, 
 
 ' He had companionship in privilege, 190 
 
 ' Found four courageous conscientious friends : 
 
 ' Absolve, applaud all five, as props of law, 
 
 ' Sustainers of society ! — perchance 
 
 ' A trifle over-hasty with the hand 
 
 ' To hold her tottering ark, had tumbled else ; 
 
 ' But that 's a splendid fault whereat we wink, 
 
 ' Wishing your cold correctness sparkled so ! ' 
 
 Thus paper second followed paper first, 
 
 Thus did the two join issue — nay, the four, 
 
 Each pleader having an adjunct. ' True, he killed 
 
 ' — So to speak — in a certain sort — his wife, 201 
 
6 THE KING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 ' But laudably, since thus it happed ! ' quoth one : 
 
 Whereat, more witness and the case postponed. 
 
 ' Thus it happed not, since thus he did the deed, 
 
 ' And proved himself thereby portentousest 
 
 ' Of cutthroats and a prodigy of crime, 
 
 ' As the woman that he slaughtered was a saint, 
 
 ' Martyr and miracle ! ' quoth the other to match : 
 
 Again, more witness, and the case postponed. 
 
 ' A miracle, ay — of lust and impudence ; 210 
 
 ' Hear my new reasons ! ' interposed the first : 
 
 ' — ^Coupled with more of mine ! ' pursued his peer. 
 
 ' Beside, the precedents, the authorities ! ' 
 
 From both at once a cry with an echo, that ! 
 
 That was a firebrand at each fox's tail 
 
 Unleashed in a cornfield : soon spread flare enough, 
 
 As hurtled thither and there heaped themselves 
 
 From earth's four corners, all authority 
 
 And precedent for putting wives to death, 
 
 Or letting wives live, sinful as they seem. 220 
 
 How legislated, now, in this respect, 
 
 Solon and his Athenians ? Quote the code 
 
 Of Romulus and Rome ! Justinian speak ! 
 
 Nor modern Baldo, Bartolo be dumb ! 
 
 The Roman voice was potent, plentiful ; 
 
 Cornelia de Sicariis hurried to help 
 
 Pompeia de Parricidiis ; Julia de 
 
 Something-or-other jostled Lex this-and-that ; 
 
 King Solomon confirmed Apostle Paul : 
 
 That nice decision of Dolabella, eh ? 230 
 
 That pregnant instance of Theodoric, oh ! 
 
 Down to that choice example ^lian gives 
 
 (An instance I find much insisted on) 
 
 Of the elephant who, brute-beast though he were, 
 
 Yet understood and punished on the spot 
 
 His master's naughty spouse and faithless friend ; 
 
 A true tale which has edified each child. 
 
 Much more shall flourish favoured by our court ! 
 
 Pages of proof this way, and that way proof. 
 
 And always — once again the case postponed. 240 
 
 Thus wrangled, brangled, jangled they a month, 
 
 — Only on paper, pleadings all in print, 
 
 Nor ever was, except i' the brains of men. 
 
 More noise by word of mouth than you hear now — 
 
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 Till the court cut all short with ' Judged, your cause. 
 
 * Receive our sentence ! Praise God ! We pronounce 
 ' Count Guido devilish and damnable : 
 
 ' His wife Pompilia in thought, word and deed, 
 
 * Was perfect pure, he murdered her for that : 
 
 ' As for the Four who helped the One, all Five — 250 
 
 ' Why, let employer and hirelings share alike 
 
 ' In guilt and guilt's reward, the death their due ! ' 
 
 So was the trial at end, do you suppose ? 
 
 ' Guilty you find him, death you doom him to ? 
 
 ' Ay, were not Guido, more than needs, a priest, 
 
 ' Priest and to spare ! ' — ^this was a shot reserved ; 
 
 I learn this from epistles which begin 
 
 Here where the print ends, — see the pen and ink 
 
 Of the advocate, the ready at a pinch ! — 
 
 ' My client boasts the clerkly privilege, 260 
 
 * Has taken minor orders many enough, 
 
 ' Shows still sufficient chrism upon his pate 
 
 ' To neutralize a blood-stain : presbyter, 
 
 ' Primce tonsurce, suhdiaconus, 
 
 ' Sacerdos, so he slips from underneath 
 
 ' Your power, the temporal, slides inside the robe 
 
 * Of mother Church : to her we make appeal 
 ' By the Pope, the Church's head ! ' 
 
 A parlous plea. 
 Put in with noticeable effect, it seems ; 270 
 
 ' Since straight,' — resumes the zealous orator. 
 Making a friend acquainted with the facts, — 
 
 * Once the word " clericahty " let fall, 
 
 * Procedure stopped and freer breath was drawn 
 ' By all considerate and responsible Rome.' 
 Quality took the decent part, of course ; 
 
 Held by the husband, who was noble too : 
 
 Or, for the matter of that, a churl would side 
 
 With too-refined susceptibility, 
 
 And honour which, tender in the extreme, 280 
 
 Stung to the quick, must roughly right itself 
 
 At all risks, not sit still and whine for law 
 
 As a Jew would, if you squeezed him to the wall, 
 
 Brisk-trotting through the Ghetto. Nay, it seems. 
 
 Even the Emperor's Envoy had his say 
 
 To say on the subject ; might not see, unmoved, 
 
8 THE KING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 Civility menaced throughout Christendom 
 
 By too harsh measure dealt her champion here. 
 
 Lastly, what made all safe, the Pope was kind, 
 
 From his youth up, reluctant to take Ufe, 290 
 
 If mercy might be just and yet show grace ; 
 
 Much more unlikely then, in extreme age. 
 
 To take a life the general sense bade spare. 
 
 'T was plain that Guido would go scatheless yet. 
 
 But human promise, oh, how short of shine ! 
 
 How topple down the piles of hope we rear ! 
 
 Now history proves . . . nay, read Herodotus ! 
 
 Suddenly starting from a nap, as it were, 
 
 A dog-sleep with one shut, one open orb. 
 
 Cried the Pope's great self, — Jnnocent by name 300 
 
 And nature too, and eighty-six years old, 
 
 Antonio PignatelU of Naples, Pope 
 
 Who had trod many lands, known many deeds, 
 
 Probed many hearts, beginning with his own. 
 
 And now was far in readiness for God, — 
 
 'T was he who first bade leave those souls in peace. 
 
 Those Jansenists, re-nicknamed MoUnists, 
 
 ('Gainst whom the cry went, hke a frowsy tune. 
 
 Tickling men's ears — the sect for a quarter of an hour 
 
 I' the teeth of the world which, clown-hke, loves to chew 
 
 Be it but a straw 'twixt work and whistling- while, 
 
 Taste some vituperation, bite away, 312 
 
 Whether at marjoram-sprig or garlic-clove, 
 
 Aught it may sport with, spoil, and then spit forth) 
 
 ' Leave them alone,' bade he, ' those MoHnists ! 
 
 ' Who may have other hght than we perceive, 
 
 ' Or why is it the whole world hates them thus ? ' 
 
 Also he peeled off that last scandal-rag 
 
 Of Nepotism ; and so observed the poor 
 
 That men would merrily say, ' Halt, deaf and blind, 
 
 ' Who feed on fat things, leave the master's self 321 
 
 ' To gather up the fragments of his feast, 
 
 ' These be the nephews of Pope Innocent ! — 
 
 ' His own meal costs but five carlines a day, 
 
 ' Poor-priest's allowance, for he claims no more.' 
 
 — He cried of a sudden, this great good old Pope, 
 
 When they appealed in last resort to him, 
 
 ' I have mastered the whole matter : I nothing doubt. 
 
 ' Though Guido stood forth priest from head to heel. 
 
I THE RING AND THE BOOK 9 
 
 ' Instead of, as alleged, a piece of one, — 330 
 
 ' And further, were he, from the tonsured scalp 
 
 ' To the sandaled sole of him, my son and Christ's, 
 
 ' Instead of touching us by finger-tip 
 
 * As you assert, and pressing up so close 
 
 ' Only to set a blood-smutch on our robe, — 
 
 ' I and Christ would renounce all right in him. 
 
 ' Am I not Pope, and presently to die, 
 
 ' And busied how to render my account, 
 
 ' And shall I wait a day ere I decide 
 
 ' On doing or not doing justice here ? 340 
 
 ' Cut off his head to-morrow by this time, 
 
 ' Hang up his four mates, two on either hand, 
 
 ' And end one business more ! ' 
 
 So said, so done — 
 Rather so writ, for the old Pope bade this, 
 I find, with his particular chirograph, 
 His own no such infirm hand, Friday night ; 
 And next day, February Twenty Two, 
 Since our salvation Sixteen Ninety Eight, 
 — ^Not at the proper head-and-hanging-place 350 
 
 On bridge-foot close by Castle Angelo, 
 Where custom somewhat staled the spectacle, 
 ('T was not so well i' the way of Rome, beside, • 
 The noble Rome, the Rome of Guido's rank) 
 But at the city's newer gayer end, — 
 The cavalcading promenading place 
 Beside the gate and opposite the church 
 Under the Pincian gardens green with Spring, 
 'Neath the obehsk 'twixt the fountains in the Square, 
 Did Guido and his fellows find their fate, 3G0 
 
 All Rome for witness, and — my writer adds — 
 Remonstrant in its universal grief. 
 Since Guido had the suffrage of all Rome. 
 
 This is the bookful ; thus far take the truth. 
 
 The untempered gold, the fact untampered with, / 1 
 
 Themere-rrng-metal erel:He ring be made ! 
 
 And wtet has hitherto come of it ? Who preserves 
 
 The memory of this Guido, and his wife 
 
 Pompilia, more than Ademollo's name. 
 
 The etcher of those prints, two crazie each, 370 
 
 Saved by a stone from snowing broad the Square 
 
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10 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 With scenic backgrounds ? Was this truth of force ? 
 Able to take its own part as truth should, 
 Sufficient, self-sustaining ? Why, if so — 
 Yonder 's a fire, into it goes my book, 
 As who shall say me nay, and what the loss ? 
 You know the tale already : I may ask, 
 Rather than think to tell you, more thereof, — 
 Ask you not merely who were he and she, 
 Husband and wife, what manner of mankind, 380 
 
 But how you hold concerning this and that 
 Other yet-unnamed actor in the piece. 
 The young frank handsome courtly Canon, now, 
 The priest, declared the lover of the wife. 
 He who, no question, did elope with her, 
 For certain bring the tragedy about, 
 Giuseppe Caponsacchi ; — his strange course 
 I' the matter, was it right or wrong or both ? 
 jthen the old couple, slaughtered with the wife 
 [By the husband as accomplices in crime, 390 
 
 Those Comparini, Pietro and his spouse, — 
 What say you to the right or wrong of that. 
 When, at a known name whispered through the door 
 Of a lone villa on a Christmas night. 
 It opened that the joyous hearts inside 
 Might welcome as it were an angel-guest 
 / Come in Christ's name to knock and enter, sup 
 I And satisfy the loving ones he saved ; 
 ' And so did welcome devils and their death ? 
 j I have been silent on that circumstance 400 
 
 I Although the couple passed for close of kin 
 i To wife and husband, were by some accounts 
 ! Pompilia's very parents : you know best. 
 Also that infant the great joy was for, 
 That Gaetano, the wife's two-weeks' babe, 
 The husband's first-born child, his son and heir, 
 Whose birth and being turned his night to day — 
 Why must the father kill the mother thus 
 Because she bore his son and saved himself ? 
 
 Well, British Public, ye who like me not, 410 
 
 (God love you !) and will have your proper laugh 
 At the dark question, laugh it ! I laugh first. 
 Truth must prevail, the proverb vows ; and truth 
 — Here is it all i' the book at last, as first 
 
I THE RING AND THE BOOK 11 
 
 There it was all i' the heads and hearts of Rome 
 
 Gentle and simple, never to fall nor fade 
 
 Nor be forgotten. Yet, a Httle while, 
 
 The passage of a century or so, 
 
 Deeads thrice five, and here 's time paid his tax. 
 
 Oblivion gone home with her harvesting, 420 
 
 And all left smooth again as scythe could shave. 
 
 Far from beginning with you London folk, 
 
 I took my book to Rome first, tried truth's power 
 
 On Ukely people. ' Have you met such names ? 
 
 ' Is a tradition extant of such facts ? 
 
 ' Your law-courts stand, your records frown a-row : 
 
 ' What if I rove and rummage ? ' ' — Why, you'll waste 
 
 ' Your pains and end as wise as you began ! ' 
 
 Everyone snickered : ' names and facts thus old 
 
 ' Are newer much than Europe news we find ^ 430 
 
 ' Down in to-day's Diario. Records, quotha ? 
 
 ' Why, the French burned them, what else do the 
 
 French ? 
 ' The rap-and-rending nation ! And it tells 
 ' Against the Church, no doubt, — another gird 
 ' At the Temporality, your Trial, of course ? ' 
 ' — Quite otherwise this time,' submitted I ; 
 ' Clean for the Church and dead against the world, 
 ' The flesh and the devil, does it tell for once.' 
 ' — The rarer and the happier ! All the same, 
 ' Content you with your treasure of a book, 440 
 
 ' And waive what 's wanting ! Take a friend's advice ! 
 
 * It 's not the custom of the country. Mend 
 
 ' Your ways indeed and we may stretch a point : 
 ' Go get you manned by Manning and new-manned 
 ' By Newman and, mayhap, wise-manned to boot 
 
 * By Wiseman, and we'll see or else we won't ! 
 
 ' Thanks meantime for the story, long and strong, 
 
 ' A pretty piece of narrative enough, 
 
 ' Which scarce ought so to drop out, one would think, 
 
 ' From the more curious annals of our kind. 450 
 
 ' Do you tell the story, now, in off-hand style, 
 
 ' Straight from the book ? Or simply here and there, 
 
 ' (The while you vault it through the loose and large) 
 
 ' Hang to a hint ? Or is there book at all, 
 
 ' And don't you deal in poetry, make-beUeve, 
 
 ' And the white lies it sounds Hke ? ' 
 
 Yes and no ! 
 
12 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 From the book, yes ; thence bit by bit I dug 
 
 The hngot truth, that memorable day, 
 
 Assayed and knew my piecemeal gain v/as gold, — 460 
 
 Yes ; but from something else surpassing that. 
 
 Something of mine which, mixed up with the mass, 
 
 Made it bear hammer and be firm to file. 
 
 Fancy with fact is just one fact the more^ ; 
 
 To-wit, that fancy has mlormed,^ transpierced, 
 
 Thridded anct so thrown fast the facts else free. 
 
 As right through ring and ring runs the djereed 
 
 And binds the loose, one bar without a break. 
 
 I fused my five soul and that inert stuff, 
 
 Before attempting smithcraft, on the night 470 
 
 After the day when, — truth thus grasped and gained, — 
 
 The book was shut and done with and laid by 
 
 On the cream-coloured massive agate, broad 
 
 'Neath the twin cherubs in the tarnished frame 
 
 O' the mirror, tall thence to the ceiling-top. 
 
 And from the reading, and that slab I leant 
 
 My elbow on, the while I read and read, .^ 
 
 I turned, to free myself and find the world, '' 
 
 And stepped out on the narrow terrace, built 
 
 Over the street and opposite the church, 480 
 
 And paced its lozenge-brickwork sprinkled cool ; 
 
 Because Felice-church-side stretched, a-glow 
 
 Through each square window fringed for festival, /■ 
 
 Whence came the clear voice of the cloistered ones 
 
 Chanting a chant made for midsummer nights — 
 
 I know not what particular praise of God, 
 
 It always came and went with June. Beneath 
 
 I' the street, quick shown by openings of the sky 
 
 When flame fell silently from cloud to cloud, 
 
 Richer than that gold snow Jove rained on Rhodes, 
 
 The townsmen walked by twos and threes, and talked, 
 
 Drinking the blackness in default of air — 492 
 
 A busy human sense beneath my feet : 
 
 While in and out the terrace-plants, and round 
 
 One branch of tall datura, waxed and waned 
 
 The lamp-fly lured there, wanting the white flower. 
 
 Over the roof o' the lighted church I looked 
 
 A bowshot to the street's end, north away 
 
 Out of the Roman gate to the Roman road 
 
 By the river, till I felt the Apennine. 500 
 
 And there would lie Arezzo, the man's town, 
 
I THE RING AND THE BOOK 13 
 
 The woman's trap and cage and torture-place, 
 
 Also the stage where the priest played his part, 
 
 A spectacle for angels, — ay, indeed, 
 
 There lay Arezzo ! Farther then I fared. 
 
 Feeling my way on through the hot and dense, 
 
 Romeward, until I found the wayside inn 
 
 By Castelnuovo's few mean hut-like homes ^ 
 
 Huddled together on the hill-foot bleak, 
 
 Bare, broken only by that tree or two 510 
 
 Against the sudden blood}^ splendour poured 
 
 Cursewise in his departure by the day 
 
 On the low house-roof of that squalid inn 
 
 Where they three, for the first time and the last, 
 
 Husband and wife and priest, met face to face. 
 
 Whence I went on again, the end was near. 
 
 Step by step, missing none and marking all, * 
 
 Till Rome itself, the ghastly goal, I reached. 
 
 Why, all the while, — how could it otherwise ? — 
 
 The life in me abolished the death of things, 520 
 
 Deep calHng unto deep : as then and there 
 
 Acted itself over again once more 
 
 The tragic piece. I saw with my own eyes 
 
 In Florence as I trod the terrace, breathed 
 
 The beauty and the fearf ulness of night, 
 
 How it had run, this round from Rome to Rome — 
 
 Because, you are to know, they Uved at Rome, 
 
 Pompilia's parents, as they thought themselves, 
 
 Two poor ignoble hearts who did their best 
 
 Part God's way, part the other way than God's, 530 
 
 To somehow make a shift and scramble through 
 
 The world's mud, careless if it splashed and spoiled. 
 
 Provided they might so hold high, keep clean 
 
 Their child's soul, one soul white enough for three, 
 
 And hft it to whatever star should stoop. 
 
 What possible sphere of purer life than theirs 
 
 Should come in aid of whiteness hard to save. 
 
 I saw the star stoop, that they strained to touch- 
 
 And did touch and depose their treasure on, 
 
 As Guido Franceschini took away 540 
 
 Pompilia to be his for evermore, 
 
 W^hile they sang ' Now let us depart in peace, 
 
 ' Having beheld thy glory, Guido's wife ! ' 
 
 I saw the star supposed, but fog o' the fen, 
 
 Gilded star-fashion by a glint from hell ; 
 
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 Having been heaved up, haled on its gross way, 
 
 By hands unguessed before, invisible help 
 
 From a dark brotherhood, and specially 
 
 Two obscure goblin creatures, fox-faced this, 
 
 Cat-clawed the other, called his next of kin 550 
 
 By Guido the main monster, — cloaked and caped. 
 
 Making as they were priests, to mock God more, — 
 
 Abate Paul, Canon Girolamo. 
 
 These who had rolled the starlike pest to Rome 
 
 And stationed it to suck up and absorb 
 
 The sweetness of Pompilia, rolled again 
 
 That bloated bubble, with her soul inside. 
 
 Back to Arezzo and a palace there — 
 
 Or say, a fissure in the honest earth 
 
 Whence long ago had curled the vapour first, 560 
 
 Blown big by nether fires to appal day : 
 
 It touched home, broke, and blasted far and wide. 
 
 I saw the cheated couple find the cheat 
 
 And guess what foul rite they were captured for, — 
 
 Too fain to follow over hill and dale 
 
 That child of theirs caught up thus in the cloud 
 
 And carried by the Prince o' the Power of the Air 
 
 Whither he would, to wilderness or sea. 
 
 I saw them, in the potency of fear. 
 
 Break somehow through the satyr-family 570 
 
 (For a grey mother with a monkey-mien, 
 
 Mopping and mowing, was apparent too, 
 
 As, confident of capture, all took hands 
 
 And danced about the captives in a ring) 
 
 — Saw them break through, breathe safe, at Rome 
 
 again. 
 Saved by the selfish instinct, losing so 
 Their loved one left with haters. These I saw, 
 In recrudescency of baffled hate. 
 Prepare to wring the uttermost revenge 579 
 
 From body and soul thus left them : all was sure. 
 Fire laid and cauldron set, the obscene ring traced, 
 The victim stripped and prostrate : what of God ? 
 The cleaving of a cloud, a cry, a crash. 
 Quenched lay their cauldron, cowered i' the dust the 
 
 crew, 
 As, in a glory of armour like Saint George, 
 Out again sprang the young good beauteous priest 
 Bearing away the lady in his arms, 
 
I THE RING AND THE BOOK 15 
 
 Saved for a splendid minute and no more. 
 
 For, whom i' the path did that priest come upon, 
 
 He and the poor tost lady borne so brave, 590 
 
 — Checking the song of praise in me, had else 
 
 Swelled to the full for God's will done on earth — 
 
 Whom but a dusk misfeatured messenger, 
 
 No other than the angel of this Hfe, 
 
 Whose care is lest men see too much at once. 
 
 He made the sign, such God-gUmpse must suffice, 
 
 Nor prejudice the Prince o' the Power of the Air, 
 
 Whose ministration piles us overhead 
 
 What we call, first, earth's roof and, last, heaven's floor, 
 
 Now grate o' the trap, then outlet of the cage : 600 
 
 So took the lady, left the priest alone. 
 
 And once more canopied the world with blackft 
 
 But through the blackness I saw Rome again, 
 
 And where a solitar}^ villa stood 
 
 In a lone garden-quarter : it was eve, 
 
 The second of the year, and oh so cold ! 
 
 Ever and anon there flittered through the air 
 
 A snow-flake, and a scanty couch of snow 
 
 Crusted the grass-walk and the garden-mould. 
 
 All was grave, silent, sinister, — when, ha ? 610 
 
 Ghmmeringly did a pack of were-wolves pad 
 
 The snow, those flames were Guido's eyes in front, 
 
 And all five found and footed it, the track. 
 
 To where a threshold-streak of warmth and fight 
 
 Betrayed the villa-door with life inside. 
 
 While an inch outside were those blood-bright eyes, 
 
 And black lips wrinkling o'er the flash of teeth. 
 
 And tongues that lolled — Oh God that madest man ! 
 
 They parleyed in their language. Then one whined — 
 
 That was the policy and master-stroke — 620 
 
 Deep in his throat whispered what seemed a name — 
 
 ' Open to Caponsacchi ! ' Guido cried : 
 
 ' Gabriel ! ' cried Lucifer at Eden-gate. 
 
 Wide as a heart, opened the door at once, 
 
 Showing the joyous couple, and their child 
 
 The two-weeks' mother, to the wolves, the wolves 
 
 To them. Close eyes ! And when the corpses la}-^ 
 
 Stark-stretched, and those the wolves, their wolf -work 
 
 done, 
 Were safe-embosomed by the night again, 
 I knew a necessary change in things ; 630 
 
16 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 As when the worst watch of the night gives way, 
 And there comes duly, to take cognizance. 
 The scrutinizing eye-point of some star — 
 And who despairs of a new daybreak now ? 
 Lo, the first ray protruded on those five ! 
 It reached them, and each felon writhed transfixed. 
 Awhile they palpitated on the spear 
 Motionless over Tophet : stand or fall ? 
 ' I say, the spear should fall — should stand, I say ! ' 
 Cried the world come to judgment, granting grace 
 Or dealing doom according to world's wont, 641 
 
 Those world's-bystanders grouped on Home's cross- 
 road 
 A^i-^^At prick and summons of the primal curse 
 \w \ Which bids man love as well as make a He. 
 
 There prattled they, discoursed the right and wrong. 
 Turned wrong to right, proved wolves sheep and sheep 
 
 wolves. 
 So that you scarce distinguished fell from fleece ; 
 Till out spoke a great guardian of the fold, 
 Stood up, put forth his hand that held the crook. 
 And motioned that the arrested point decUne : 650 
 Horribly off, the wriggling dead-weight reeled, 
 Rushed to the bottom and lay ruined there. 
 Though still at the pit's mouth, despite the smoke 
 O' the burning, tarriers turned again to talk 
 And trim the balance, and detect at least 
 A touch of woK in what showed whitest sheep, 
 A cross of sheep redeeming the whole wolf, — 
 Vex truth a little longer : — less and less, 
 Because years came and went, and more and more 
 Brought new lies \Vith them to be loved in turn. 660 
 Till all at once the memory of the thing, — 
 The fact that, wolves or sheep, such creatures were, — 
 Which hitherto, however men supposed. 
 Had somehow plain and pillar-like prevailed 
 I' the midst of them, indisputably fact. 
 Granite, time's tooth should grate against, not graze, — 
 Why, this proved sandstone, friable, fast to fly 
 And give its grain away at wish o' the wind. 
 Ever and ever more diminutive. 
 
 Base gone, shaft lost, only entablature, 070 
 
 Dwindled into no bigger than a book, 
 Lay of the column ; and that httle, left 
 
I THE RING AND THE BOOK 17 
 
 By the roadside 'mid the ordure, shards and weeds. 
 
 Until I haply, wandering that way, 
 
 Kicked it up, turned it over, and recognized, 
 
 For all the crumblement, this abacus, 
 
 This square old yellow book, — could calculate 
 
 By this the lost proportions of the style. 
 
 080 
 
 This was it from, my fancy with those facts, 
 
 I used to tell the tale, turned gay to grave, 
 
 But lacked a listener seldom ; such alloy. 
 
 Such substance of me interfused the gold 
 
 Which, wrought into a shapely ring therewith. 
 
 Hammered and filed, fingered and favoured, last 
 
 Lav ready for the renovating wash ,. 
 
 0' ^the water. ' How much of the tale was true ? '!|/ ( 
 
 I disappeared ; the book grew all in all ; \ 
 
 The lawyers' pleadings swelled back to their size, — 
 
 Doubled in two, the crease upon them yet, 
 
 For more commodity of carriage, see ! — 690 
 
 And these are letters, veritable sheets 
 
 That brought posthaste the news to Florence, writ 
 
 At Rome the day Count Guido died, we find, 
 
 To stay the craving of a chent there. 
 
 Who bound the same and so produced my book. 
 
 Lovers of dead truth, did ye fare the worse ? 
 
 Lovers of Hve truth, found ye false my tale ? 
 
 W^ell, now ; there 's nothing in nor out o' the world 
 Good except truth : yet this, the something else. 
 What 's this then, which proves good yet seems untrue ? 
 This that I mixed with truth, motions of mine 701 
 That quickened, made the inertness malleolable 
 O' the gold was not mine, — ^what's your name for this? 
 Are means to the end, themselves in part the end ? 
 Is fiction which makes fact ahve, fact too ? r,x'.; 
 
 The somehow may be thishow. 
 
 1 find first 
 Writ down for very A. B. C. of fact, 
 * In the beginning God made heaven and earth ; ' 
 From which, no matter with w hat hsp, I spell 710 
 And speak you out a consequence — ^that man, 
 Man, — as befits the made, the inferior thing, — 
 Purposed, since made, to grow, not make in turn, 
 Yet forced to try and make, else fail to grow, — 
 
18 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 Formed to rise, reach at, if not grasp and gain 
 The good beyond him, — wliich attempt is growth, — 
 Repeats God's process in man's due degree. 
 Attaining man's proportionate result, — 
 Creates, no, but resuscitates, perhaps. 
 Inalienable, the arch-prerogative 720 
 
 Which turns thought, act — conceives, expresses too ! 
 
 '' No less, man, bounded, yearning ' free, 
 
 May so project his surplusage of soul 
 In search of body, so add self to self *'^*'"'il^f^' 
 
 By owning what lay ownerless before, — ^ 
 
 So find, so fill full, so appropriate forms — 
 That, although nothing which had never life 
 Shall get life from him, be, not having been, 
 Yet, something dead may get to live again, 
 Something with too much life or not enough, 730 
 
 Which, either way imperfect, ended once : 
 
 1 An end whereat man's impulse intervenes, 
 
 i Makes new beginning, starts the dead alive, 
 Completes the incomplete and saves the thing. 
 Man's breath were vain to light a virgin wick, — 
 Half-burned-out, all but quite-quenched wicks o' the 
 
 lamp 
 Stationed for temple-service on this earth. 
 These indeed let him breathe on and relume ! 
 For such man's feat is, in the due degree, 
 — ^Mimic creation, galvanism for Hfe, 740 
 
 But still a glory portioned in the scale. 
 Why did the mage say, — feeling as we are wont 
 For truth, and stopping midway short of truth, 
 And resting on a lie, — ' I raise a ghost ' ? 
 
 f ' Because,' he taught adepts, * man makes not man. 
 I ! ' Yet by a special gift, an art of arts, 
 
 ' More insight and more outsight and much more 
 
 ' Will to use both of these than boast my mates, 
 
 ' I can detach from me, commission forth 
 
 ' Half of my soul ; which in its pilgrimage 750 
 
 ' O'er old unwandered waste ways of the world, 
 
 ' May chance upon some fragment of a whole, 
 
 ' Rag of flesh, scrap of bone in dim disuse, 
 
 ' Smoking flax that fed fire once : prompt therein 
 
 ' I enter, spark-like, put old powers to play, 
 
 ' Push lines out to the limit, lead forth last 
 
 ' (By a moonrise through a ruin of a crypt) 
 
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 ' What shall be mistily seen, murmuringly heard, 
 ' Mistakenly felt : then write my name with Faust's ! 
 Oh, Faust, why Faust ? Was not Elisha once ? — 
 Who bade them lay his staff on a corpse-face. 761 
 There was no voice, no hearing : he went in 
 Therefore, and shut the door upon them twain, 
 And prayed unto the Lord : and he went up 
 And lay upon ' " r^rpse, dead on the couch. 
 And put his mouth \non its mouth, his eyes 
 Upon its eyeb, his hands upon its hands. 
 And stretched him on the flesh ; the flesh waxed 
 
 warm : 
 And he returned, walked to and fro the house, 
 And went up, stretched him on the flesh again, 770 
 And the eyes opened. 'Tis a credible feat 
 ^With the right man and way. 
 
 Enough of me ! 
 The Book ! I turn its medicinable leaves 
 In London now till, as in Florence erst, 
 A spirit laughs and leaps through every limb, 
 And hghts my eye, and lifts me by the hair, 
 Letting me have my will again with these 
 — How title I the dead alive once more ? 
 
 Count Guido Franceschini the Aretine, 780 
 
 Descended of an ancient house, though poor, 
 
 A beak-nosed bushy-bearded black-haired lord, 
 
 Lean, pallid, low of stature yet robust, 
 
 Fifty years old, — having four years ago 
 
 Married Pompilia Comparini, young, 
 
 Good, beautiful, at Rome, where she was born. 
 
 And brought her to Arezzo, where they lived 
 
 Unhappy lives, whatever curse the cause, — 
 
 This husband, taking four accomplices, 
 
 Followed this wife to Rome, where she was fled 790 
 
 From their Arezzo to find peace again, 
 
 In convoy, eight months earlier, of a priest, 
 
 Aretine also, of still nobler birth, 
 
 Giuseppe Caponsacchi, — and caught her there 
 
 Quiet in a villa on a Christmas night, 
 
 With only Pietro and Violante by. 
 
 Both her putative parents ; killed the three, 
 
 Aged, they, seventy each, and she, seventeen, 
 
 And, two weeks since, the mother of his babe 
 
20 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 First-born and heir to what the style was worth 800 
 O' the Guido who determined, dared and did 
 This deed just as he purposed point by point. 
 Then, bent upon escape, but hotly pressed, 
 And captured with his co-mates that same night, 
 He, brought to trial, stood on this defence — 
 Injury to his honour caused the act ; 
 That since his wife was false, (as manifest 
 By flight from home in such companionship,) 
 Death, punishment deserved of the false wife 
 And faithless parents who abetted her 810 
 
 I' the flight aforesaid, wronged nor God nor man. 
 ' Nor false she, nor yet faithless they,' rephed 
 The accuser ; ' cloaked and masked this murder 
 
 glooms ; 
 ' True was Pompiha, loyal too the pair ; 
 ' Out of the man's own heart this monster curled, 
 ' This crime coiled with connivancy at crime, 
 ' His victim's breast, he tells you, hatched and reared ; 
 ' Uncoil we and stretch stark the worm of hell ! ' 
 A month the trial swayed this way and that 
 Ere judgment settled down on Guido' s guilt ; 820 
 Then was the Pope, that good Twelfth Innocent, 
 Appealed to : who well weighed what went before. 
 Affirmed the guilt and gave the guilty doom. 
 
 Let this old woe step on the stage again ! 
 
 Act itself o'er anew for men to judge, 
 
 Not by the very sense and sight indeed — 
 
 (Which take at best imperfect cognizance, 
 
 Since, how heart moves brain, and how both move 
 
 hand, 
 What mortal ever in entirety saw ?) 
 —No dose of purer truth than man digests, 830 
 
 I But truth with falsehood, milk that feeds him now, 
 ^ Not strong meat he may get to bear some day — 
 To-wit, by voices we call evidence. 
 Uproar in thQ echo, hve fact deadened down. 
 Talked over, bruited abroad, whispered away. 
 Yet helping us to all we seem to hear : 
 For how else know we save by worth of word ? 
 
 Here are the voices presently shall sound 
 In due succession. First, the world's outcry 
 
I THE RING AND THE BOOK 21 
 
 Around the rush and ripple of any fact 840 
 
 Fallen stonewise, plumb on the smooth face of things ; 
 The world's guess, as it crowds the bank o' the pool. 
 At what were figure and substance, by their splash : 
 Then, by vibrations in the general mind, 
 At depth of deed already out of reach. 
 This threefold murder of the day before, — . . 
 
 Say, Half -Rome's feel after the vanished truth ; kJ'"^^) 
 Honest enough, as the way is : all the same. 
 Harbouring in the centre of its sense 
 A hidden germ of failure, shy but sure, 850 
 
 Should neutralize that honesty and leave 
 That feel for truth at fault, as the way is too. 
 Some prepossession such as starts amiss, 
 By but a hair's breadth at the shoulder-blade. 
 The arm o' the feeler, dip he ne'er so brave ; 
 And so leads waveringly, lets fall wide 
 O' the mark his finger meant to find, and fix 
 Truth at the bottom, that deceptive speck. 
 With this Half -Rome, — ^the source of swerving, call 
 Over-behef in Guido's right and wrong 860 
 
 Rather than in PompiUa's wrong and right : 
 Who shall say how, who shall say why ? 'T is there — 
 The instinctive theorizing whence a fact 
 Looks to the eye as the eye hkes the look. 
 ' c. Gossip ma pubhc place, a sample-speech. 
 ■)V>^^,KSome worthy, with his previous hint to find 
 J!^< A husband 's side the safer, and no whit 
 Aware hels not ^acus the while, — 
 How such an one supposes and states fact 
 To whosoever of a multitude 870 
 
 Will hsten, and perhaps prolong thereby 
 The not-unpleasant flutter at the breast. 
 Born of a certain spectacle shut in 
 By the church Lorenzo opposite. So, they lounge 
 Midway the mouth o' the street, on Corso side, 
 'Twixt palace Fiano and palace Ruspoli, 
 Linger and hsten ; keeping clear o' the crowd, 
 Yet wishful one could lend that crowd one's eyes, 
 (So universal is its plague of squint) 879 
 
 And make hearts beat our time that flutter false : 
 — ^All for the truth's sake, mere truth, nothing else ! 
 How Half -Rome found for Guido much excuse. 
 
22 , THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 Next, from Rome's other half, the opposite feel 
 
 For truth with a like swerve, like unsuccess, — 
 
 Or if success, by no more skill but luck : 
 
 This time, through rather siding with the wife, 
 
 However the fancy-fit inclined that way, 
 
 Than with the husband. One wears drab, one, pink ; 
 
 Who wears pink, ask him ' Which shall win the race, 
 
 ' Of coupled runners li^e as egg and egg ? ' 890 
 
 ' — ^Why, if I must choose, he with the pint scarf.' 
 
 Doubtless for some such reason choice fell here. 
 
 A piece of public talk to correspond 
 
 At the next stage of the story ; just a day 
 
 Let pass and new day bring the proper change. 
 
 Another sample-speech i' the market-place 
 
 0' the Barberini by the Capucins ; 
 
 Where the old Triton, at his fountain-sport, 
 
 Bernini's creature plated to the paps, 
 
 Puffs up steel sleet which breaks to diamond dust, 
 
 A spray of sparkles snorted from his conch, 901 
 
 High over the caritellas, out o' the way 
 
 O' the motley merchandizing multitude. 
 
 Our murder has been done three days ago. 
 
 The frost is over and gone, the south wind laughs. 
 
 And, to the very tiles of each red roof 
 
 A-smoke i' the sunshine, Rome Ues gold and glad : 
 
 So, listen how, to the other half of Rome, 
 
 Pompilia seemed a saint and martyr both ! 
 
 Then, yet another day let come and go, 910 
 
 With pause prelusive still of novelty, 
 
 Hear a fresh speaker ! — ^neither this nor that 
 
 Half -Rome aforesaid ; something bred of both : 
 
 One and one breed the inevitable three. 
 
 Such is the personage harangues you next ; 
 
 The elaborated product, tertium quid : 
 
 Rome's first commotion in subsidence gives 
 
 The curd o' the cream, flower o' the wheat, as it were, 
 
 And finer sense o' the city. Is this plain ?^ 
 
 You get a reasoned statement of the case, 920 
 
 Eventual verdict of the curious few 
 
 Who care to sift a business to the bran 
 
 Nor coarsely bolt it like the simpler sort. 
 
 Here, after ignorance, instruction speaks ; 
 
 Here, clarity of candour, history's soul, 
 
I THE RING AND THE BOOK 23 
 
 The critical mind, in short : no gossip-guess. 
 
 WHat the superior social section thinks, 
 
 In person of some man of quality 
 
 Who, — breathing musk from lace-work and brocade, 
 
 His solitaire amid the flow of frill, 930 
 
 Powdered peruke on nose, and bag at back, 
 
 And cane dependent from the ruffled wrist, — 
 
 Harangues in silvery and selectest johrase 
 
 'Neath waxlight in a glorified saloon 
 
 Where mirrors multiply the girandole : 
 
 Courting the approbation of no mob. 
 
 But Eminence This and All-Illustrious That 
 
 Who take snuff softly, range in well-bred ring. 
 
 Card-table-quitters for observance' sake. 
 
 Around the argument, the rational word — ■ 9^0 
 
 Still, spite its weight and worth, a sample-speech. 
 
 How quality dissertated on the case. 
 
 So much for Home and rumour ; smoke comes first : 
 
 Once the smoke risen untroubled, we descry 
 
 ClearHer what tongues of flame may spire and spit 
 
 To eye and ear, each with approjoriate tinge 
 
 According to its food, pure or impure. 
 
 The actors, no mere rumours of the act, 
 
 Intervene. First you hear Count Guido's voice, 
 
 In a small chamber that adjoins the court, 950 
 
 Where Governor and Judges, summoned thence, 
 
 Tommati, Venturini and the rest. 
 
 Find the accused ripe for declaring truth. 
 
 Soft-cushioned sits he ; yet shifts seat, shirks touch. 
 
 As, with a twitchy brow and wincing lip 
 
 And cheek that changes to all kinds of white. 
 
 He proffers his defence, in tones subdued 
 
 Near to mock-mildness now, so mournful seems 
 
 The obtuser sense truth fails to satisfy ; 
 
 Now, moved, from pathos at the wrong endured, 
 
 To passion ; for the natural man is roused 961 
 
 At fools who first do ^vrong, then pour the blame 
 
 Of their wrong-doing, Satan-like, on Job. 
 
 Also his tongue at times is hard to curb ; 
 
 Incisive, nigh satiric bites the phrase. 
 
 Rough-raw, yet somehow claiming privilege 
 
 ^It is so hard for shrewdness to admit 
 
 Folly means no harm when she calls black white ! 
 
24 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 — Eruption momentary at the most, 
 
 Modified forthwith by a fall o' the fire, 970 
 
 Sage acquiescence ; for the world 's the world, 
 
 And, what it errs in. Judges rectify : 
 
 He feels he has a fist, then folds his arms 
 
 Crosswise and makes his mind up to be meek. 
 
 And never once does he detach his eye 
 
 From those ranged there to slay him or to save, 
 
 But does his best man's-service for himself, 
 
 Despite, — what twitches brow and makes Up wdnce, — 
 
 His hmbs' late taste of what was called the Cord, 
 
 Or Vigil-torture more facetiously. 980 
 
 Even so ; they were wont to tease the truth 
 
 Out of loath witness (to^dng, trifling time) 
 
 By torture : 'twas a trick, a vice of the age, 
 
 Here, there and everywhere, what would you have ? 
 
 Rehgion used to tell Humanity 
 
 She gave him warrant or denied him course. 
 
 And since the course was much to his own mind. 
 
 Of pinching flesh and pulling bone from bone 
 
 To unhusk truth a-hiding in its hulls. 
 
 Nor whisper of a warning stopped the way, 990 
 
 He, in their joint behalf, the burly slave. 
 
 Bestirred him, mauled and maimed all recusants. 
 
 While, prim in place. Religion overlooked ; 
 
 And so had done till doomsday, never a sign 
 
 Nor sound of interference from her mouth. 
 
 But that at last the burly slave wiped brow. 
 
 Let eye give notice as if soul were there, 
 
 Muttered ' 'Tis a vile trick, fooUsh more than vile, 
 
 ' Should have been counted sin ; I make it so : 
 
 ' At any rate no more of it for me — 1000 
 
 ' Nay, for I break the torture-engine thus ! ' 
 
 Then did Religion start up, stare amain. 
 
 Look round for help and see none, smile and say 
 
 ' What, broken is the rack ? Well done of thee ! 
 
 ' Did I forget to abrogate its use ? 
 
 ' Be the mistake in common with us both ! 
 
 ' — One more fault our blind age shall answer for, 
 
 * Down in my book denounced though it must be 
 
 ' Somewhere. Henceforth find truth by milder 
 
 means 
 
 Ah but, Rehgion, did we wait for thee 1010 
 
 To ope the book, that serves to sit upon, 
 
I THE RING AND THE BOOK 25 
 
 And pick such place out, we should wait indeed ! 
 That is all liistory : and what is not now, 
 Was then, defendants found it to their cost. 
 How Guido, afterjpeing tortured, spoke. 
 
 ^iT' A.lso hear Caponsacchi who comes next, 
 
 ^.^•"^M an and jDriest — could you comprehend the coil ! — 
 IrTdays when that was rife which now is rare. 
 How, mingling each its multifarious wires, 1019 
 
 Now heaven, now earth, now heaven and earth at once, 
 Had plucked at and perplexed their puppet here. 
 Played off the young frank personable priest ; 
 Sworn fast and tonsured plain heaven's celibate. 
 And yet earth's clear-accepted servitor, 
 A courtly spiritual Cupid, squire of dames 
 By law of love and mandate of the mode. 
 The Church's own, or why parade her seal. 
 Wherefore that chrism and consecrative work ? 
 Yet verily the world's, or why go badged 
 A prince of sonneteers and lutanists, 1030 
 
 Show colour of each vanity in vogue 
 Borne with decorum due on blameless breast ? 
 All that is changed now, as he tells the court 
 How he had played the part excepted at ; 
 Tells it, moreover, now the second time : 
 Since, for his cause of scandal, his own share 
 I' the flight from home and husband of the wife. 
 He has been censured, punished in a sort 
 By relegation, — exile, we should say. 
 To a short distance for a little time, — 1040 
 
 Whence he is summoned on a sudden now, 
 Informed that she, he thought to save, is lost. 
 And, in a breath, bidden re-tell his tale. 
 Since the first telling somehow missed effect, 
 And then advise in the matter. There stands he, 
 While the same grim black-panelled chamber blinks 
 As though rubbed shiny with the sins of Rome 
 Told the same oak for ages — wave-washed wall 
 Whereto has set a sea of wickedness. 
 There, where you yesterday heard Guido speak, 1050 
 Speaks Caponsacchi ; and there face him too 
 Tommati, Venturini and the rest 
 Who, eight months earUer, scarce repressed the smile, 
 Forewgntrth'e wink ; waived recognition so 
 
26 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 Of peccadillos incident to youth, 
 
 Especially youth high-born ; for youth means love, 
 
 Vows can't change nature, priests are only men, 
 
 And love needs stratagem and subterfuge : 
 
 Which age, that once was youth, should recognize, 
 
 May blame, but needs not press too hard against. 1060 
 
 Here sit the old Judges then, but with no grace 
 
 Of reverend carriage, magisterial port. 
 
 For why ? The accused of eight months since, — the 
 
 same 
 Who cut the conscious figure of a fool, 
 Changed countenance, dropped bashful gaze to ground, 
 While hesitating for an answer then, — 
 Now is grown judge himself, terrifies now 
 This, now the other culprit called a judge, 
 Whose turn it is to stammer and look strange, 
 As he speaks rapidly, angrily, speech that smites : 
 And they keep silence, bear blow after blow, 1071 
 
 Because the seeming-solitary man. 
 Speaking for God, may have an audience too. 
 Invisible, no discreet judge provokes. 
 How the priest Caponsacchi said his say. 
 
 Then a soul sighs its lowest and its last 
 
 After the loud ones, — so much breath remains 
 
 Unused by the four-days' -dying ; for she Hved 
 
 Thus long, miraculously long, 't was thought. 
 
 Just that Pompiha might defend herself. 1080 
 
 How, while the hireling and the alien stoop, 
 
 Comfort, 3^et question, — since the time is brief. 
 
 And folk, allowably inquisitive. 
 
 Encircle the low pallet where she lies 
 
 In the good house that helps the poor to die, — 
 
 Pompilia tells the story of her life. 
 
 For friend and lover, — leech and man of law 
 
 Do service ; busy helpful ministrants 
 
 As varied in their calling as their mind. 
 
 Temper and age : and yet from all of these, 1090 
 
 About the white bed under the arched roof. 
 
 Is somehow, as it were, evolved a one, — 
 
 Small separate S3anpathies combined and large. 
 
 Nothings that were, grown something very much : 
 
 As if the bystanders gave each his straw. 
 
 All he had, though a trifle in itself. 
 
>■ 
 
 I THE RING AND THE BOOK 27 
 
 Which, plaited all together, made a Cross 
 
 Fit to die looking on and praying with. 
 
 Just as well as if ivory or gold. 
 
 So, to the_common kindliness she speaks, IICO 
 
 There beingfs'carce more privacy at the last 
 
 For mind than body : but she is used to bear, 
 
 And only unused to the brotherly look. 
 
 How she endeavoured to explain her life. 
 
 ^^(rtien, since a Trial ensued, a touch o' the same 
 To sober us, flustered with frothy talk. 
 And teach our common sense its helplessness. 
 For why deal simply with divining-rod, 
 Scrape where we fancy secret sources flow. 
 And ignore law, the recognized machine, 1110 
 
 Elaborate display of pipe and wheel 
 Framed to unchoke, pump up and pour apace 
 Truth in a flowery foam shall wash the world ? 
 The patent truth-extracting process, — ha ? 
 Let us make all that mystery turn one wheel, 
 Give you a single grind of law at least ! 
 One orator, of two on either side. 
 Shall teach us the puissance of the tongue 
 — That is, o' the pen which simulated tongue 
 On pap^r and saved all except the sound 1120 
 
 Which never was. Law's speech beside law's thought ? 
 That were too stunning, too immense an odds : 
 That point of vantage, law let nobly pass. 
 One lawyer shall admit us to behold 
 The manner of the making out a case. 
 First fashion of a speech ; the chick in egg, 
 And masterpiece law's bosom incubates. 
 How Don Giacinto of the Arcangeh, 
 Called Procurator of the Poor at Bome, 
 Now advocate for Guido and his mates, — 1130 
 
 The jolly learned man of middle age, 
 Cheek and jowl all in laps with fat and law. 
 Mirthful as mighty, yet, as great hearts use, 
 Despite the name and fame that tempt our flesh, 
 Constant to that devotion of the hearth, 
 Still captive in those dear domestic ties ! — 
 How he, — having a cause to triumph with, 
 All kind of interests to keep intact. 
 More than one efficacious personage 
 
28 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 To tranquillize, conciliate and secure, 1140 
 
 And above all, public anxiety 
 
 To quiet, show its Guido in good hands, — 
 
 Also, as if such burdens were too light, 
 
 A certain family-feast to claim his care, 
 
 The birthday-banquet for the only son — 
 
 Paternity at smiling strife with law — 
 
 How he brings both to buckle in one bond ; 
 
 And, thick at throat, with waterish under-eye, 
 
 Turns to his task and settles in his seat 
 
 And puts his utmost means to practice now : 1150 
 
 Wheezes out law and whiffles Latin forth, 
 
 And, just as though roast lamb would never be, 
 
 Makes logic levigate the big crime small : 
 
 Rubs palm on palm, rakes foot with itchy foot, 
 
 Conceives and inchoates the argument. 
 
 Sprinkling each flower appropriate to the time, 
 
 — Ovidian quip or Ciceronian crank, 
 
 A-bubble in the larynx while he laughs, 
 
 As he had fritters deep down frying there. 
 
 How he turns, twists, and tries the oily thing 1100 
 
 Shall be — first speech for Guido 'gainst the Fisc. 
 
 Then with a skip as it were from heel to head, 
 
 Leaving yourselves fill up the middle bulk 
 
 0' the Trial, reconstruct its shape august, 
 
 From such exordium clap we to the close ; 
 
 Give you, if we dare wing to such a height, 
 
 The absolute glory in some full-grown speech 
 
 On the other side, some finished butterfly. 
 
 Some breathing diamond-flake with leaf -gold fans, 
 
 That takes the air, no trace of worm it was, 1170 
 
 Or cabbage-bed it had production from. 
 
 Giovambattista o' the Bottini, Fisc, 
 
 Pompilia's patron by tlie cliaiice ot the hour, 
 
 To-morrow her persecutor, — composite, he, 
 
 As becomes who must meet such various calls — 
 
 Odds of age joined in him with ends of youth. 
 
 A man of ready smile and facile tear. 
 
 Improvised hopes, despairs at nod and beck, 
 
 And language — ah, the gift of eloquence ! 
 
 Language that goes as easy as a glove 1180 
 
 O'er good and evil, smoothens both to one. 
 
 Rashness helps caution with him, fires the straw. 
 
I THE RING AND THE BOOK 29 
 
 In free enthusiastic careless fit, 
 
 On the first proper pinnacle of rock 
 
 Which happens, as reward for all that zeal, 
 
 To lure some bark to founder and bring gain : 
 
 While calm sits Caution, rapt with heavenward eye, 
 
 A true confessox's gaze amid the glare, 
 
 Beaconing to the breaker, death and hell. 
 
 ' Well done, thou good and faithful ! ' she approves : 
 
 ' Hadst thou let sUp a faggot to the beach, 1191 
 
 ' The crew had surely spied thy precipice 
 
 ' And saved their boat ; the simple and the slow, 
 
 ' Who should have prompt forestalled the wrecker's 
 
 fee : 
 ' Let the next crew be wise and hail in time ! ' 
 Just so compounded is the outside man. 
 Blue juvenile pure eye and pippin cheek. 
 And brow all prematurely soiled and seamed 
 With sudden age, bright devastated hair. 
 Ah, but you miss the very tones o' the voice, 1200 
 The scrannel pipe that screams in heights of head, 
 As, in his modest studio, all alone, 
 The tall wight stands a-tiptoe, strives and strains. 
 Both eyes shut, like the cockerel that would crow, 
 Tries to his own self amorously o'er 
 W^hat never will be uttered else than so — 
 To the four walls, for Forum and Mars' Hill, 
 Speaks out the poesy which, penned, turns prose. 
 Clavecinist debarred his instrument, 
 He yet thrums — shirking neither turn nor trill, 1210 
 With desperate finger on dumb table-edge — 
 The sovereign rondo, shall conclude liis jSuite, 
 Charm an imaginary audience there. 
 From old CorelU to young Haendel, both 
 I' the flesh at Rome, ere he perforce go print 
 The cold black score, mere music for the mind — 
 The last speech against Guido and his gang, 
 With special end to prove Pompilia pure. 
 How the Fisc vindicates Pompilia's tame. 
 
 TT^ Then comes the all but end, the ultimate 1220 
 
 Judgment save yours. Pope Innocent the Twelfth, 
 Simple, sagacious, mild yet resolute, 
 With prudence, probity and — ^what beside 
 From the other world he feels impress at times, 
 
30 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 Having attained to fourscore years and six, — 
 
 How, when the court found Guido and the rest 
 
 Guilty, but law supplied a subterfuge 
 
 And passed the final sentence to the Pope, 
 
 He, bringing his intelhgence to bear 
 
 This last time on what ball behoves him drop 1230 
 
 In the urn, or white or black, does drop a black, 
 
 Send five souls more to just precede his own. 
 
 Stand him in stead and witness, if need were, 
 
 How he is wont to do God's work on earth. 
 
 The manner of his sitting out the dim 
 
 Droop of a sombre February day 
 
 In the plain closet where he does such work, 
 
 With, from all Peter's treasury, one stool, 
 
 One table and one lathen crucifix. 
 
 There sits the Pope, his thoughts for company ; 1240 
 
 Grave but not sad, — nay, something like a cheer 
 
 Leaves the lips free to be benevolent. 
 
 Which, all day long, did duty firm and fast. 
 
 A cherishing there is of foot and knee, 
 
 A chafing loose-skinned large- veined hand with hand, — 
 
 What steward but knows when stewardship earns its 
 
 wage. 
 May levy praise, anticipate the lord ? 
 He reads, notes, lays the papers down at last. 
 Muses, then takes a turn about the room ; 
 Unclasps a huge tome in an antique guise, 1250 
 
 Primitive print and tongue half obsolete. 
 That stands him in diurnal stead ; opes page, 
 Finds place where falls the passage to be conned 
 According to an order long in use : 
 And, as he comes upon the evening's chance. 
 Starts somewhat, solemnizes straight his smile. 
 Then reads aloud that portion first to last, 
 And at the end lets flow his own thoughts forth 
 Likewise aloud, for respite and relief. 
 Till by the dreary relics of the west 1260 
 
 Wan through the half-moon window, all his light. 
 He bows the head while the lips move in prayer, 
 Writes some three brief lines, signs and seals the same. 
 Tinkles a hand-bell, bids the obsequious Sir 
 Who puts foot presently o' the closet-sill 
 He watched outside of, bear as superscribed 
 That mandate to the Governor forthwith : 
 
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 Then heaves abroad his cares in one good sigh, 
 Traverses corridor with no arm's help, 
 And so to sup as a clear conscience should. 1270 
 
 The manner of the judgment of the Pope. 
 
 ^^^ 'Thpn must speak Guido yet a second time, 
 
 Satan's old saw "being apt here — skin for skin, 
 
 All a man hath that will he give for life. 
 
 While life was graspable and gainable, free 
 
 To bird-like buzz her wings round Guido's brow, 
 
 Not much truth stiffened out the web of words 
 
 He wove to catch her : when away she flew 
 
 And death came, death's breath rivelled up the lies, 
 
 Left bare the metal thread, the fibre fine 1280 
 
 Of truth, i' the spinning : the true words come last. 
 
 How Guido, to another purpose quite. 
 
 Speaks and despairs, the last mght of his life. 
 
 In that New Prison by Castle Angelo 
 
 At the bridge-foot : the same man, another voice. 
 
 On a stone bench in a close fetid cell. 
 
 Where the hot vapour of an agony. 
 
 Struck into drops on the cold wall, runs down 
 
 Horrible worms made out of sweat and tears — 
 
 There crouch, well nigh to the knees in dungeon-straw. 
 
 Lit by the sole lamp suffered for their sake, 1291 
 
 Two awe-struck figures, this a Cardinal, 
 
 That an Abate, both of old styled friends 
 
 Of the part-man part-monster in the midst. 
 
 So changed is Eranceschini's gentle blood. 
 
 The tiger-cat screams now, that whined before, 
 
 That pried and tried and trod so gingerly, 
 
 Till in its silkiness the trap-teeth join ; 
 
 Then you know how the bristling fury foams. 
 
 They listen, this wrapped in his folds of red, 1300 
 
 W^hile his feet fumble for the filth below ; 
 
 The other, as beseems a stouter heart. 
 
 Working his best with beads and cross to ban 
 
 The enemy that comes in like a fiood 
 
 Spite of the standard set up, verily 
 
 And in no trope at all, against him there : 
 
 Eor at the prison-gate, just a few steps 
 
 Outside, already, in the doubtful dawn, 
 
 Thither, from this side and from that, slow sweep 
 
 And settle down in silence sohdly, 1310 
 
32 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 Crow-wise, the frightful Brotherhood of Death. 
 Black-hatted and black-hooded huddle they, 
 Black rosaries a-dangling from each waist ; 
 So take they their grim station at the door, 
 Torches alight and cross-bones-banner spread, 
 And that gigantic Christ with open arms, 
 Grounded. Nor lacks there aught but that the group 
 Break forth, intone the lamentable psalm, 
 ' Out of the deeps, Lord, have I cried to thee ! ' — 
 When inside, from the true profound, a sign 1320 
 
 Shall bear intelligence that the foe is foiled, 
 Count Guido Franceschini has confessed. 
 And is absolved and reconciled with God. 
 Then they, intoning, may begin their march, 
 Make by the longest way for the People's Square, 
 Carry the criminal to his crime's award : 
 A mob to cleave, a scaffolding to reach. 
 Two gallows and Mannaia crowning all. 
 How Guido made defence a second time. 
 
 ^ K Finally, even as thus by step and step 1330 
 
 j^ v-^ . I led you from the level of to-day 
 
 \yy^ Up to the summit of so long ago, 
 
 *\^^,<>' Here, whence I point you the wide prospect round — 
 Let me, by like steps, slope you back to smooth. 
 Land j^ou on mother-earth, no whit the worse. 
 To feed o' the fat o' the furrow : free to dwell. 
 Taste our time's better things profusely spread 
 For all who love the level, corn and wine, 
 Much cattle and the many-folded fleece. 
 Shall not my friends go feast again on sward, 1340 
 Though cognizant of country in the clouds 
 Higher than wistful eagle's horny eye 
 Ever unclosed for, 'mid ancestral crags, 
 When morning broke and Spring was back once more, 
 And he died, heaven, save by his heart, unreached ? 
 Yet heaven my fancy Hfts to, ladder-hke, — 
 As Jack reached, holpen of his beanstalk-rungs ! 
 
 A novel country : I might make it mine. 
 By choosing which One aspect of the year 
 Suited mood best, and putting solely that 1350 
 
 . On panel somewhere in the House of Fame, 
 
 ^ Landscaping what I saved, not what I saw : 
 
I THE RING AND THE BOOK 33 
 
 — ^Might fix you, whether frost in goblin-time 
 
 Startled the moon with his abrupt bright laugh, 
 
 Or, August's hair afloat in filmy fire, 
 
 She fell, arms wide, face foremost on the world. 
 
 Swooned there and so singed out the strength of things. 
 
 Thus were abohshed Spring and Autumn both. 
 
 The land dwarfed to one hkeness of the land, 
 
 Life cramped corpse-fashion. Rather learn and love 
 
 Each facet-flash of the revolving year ! — 1361 
 
 Red, green and blue that whirl into a white, 
 
 The variance now, the eventual unity, 
 
 Which make the miracle. See it for yourselves. 
 
 This man's act, changeable because alive ! 
 
 Action now shrouds, now sho\YS the informing thought; 
 
 Man, Uke a glass ball with a spark a-top, 
 
 Out of the magic fire that lurks inside, 
 
 Shows one tint at a time to take the eye : 
 
 Which, let a finger touch the silent sleep, 1370 
 
 Shifted a hair's-breadth shoots you dark for bright. 
 
 Suffuses bright with dark, and baffles so 
 
 Your sentence absolute for shine or shade. 
 
 Once set such orbs, — ^white styled, black stigmatized,— 
 
 A-rolUng, see them once on the other side 
 
 Your good men and your bad men every one. 
 
 From Guido Franceschini to Guy Faux, 
 
 Oft would you rub your eyes and change your names. 
 
 Such, British PubHc, ye who Hke me not, 1379 
 
 (God love you !) — ^whom I yet have laboured for 
 Perchance more careful whoso runs may read 
 Than erst when all, it seemed, could read who ran,— 
 Perchance more careless whoso reads may praise 
 Than late when he who praised and read and wrote / ^ avwuJL^ 
 
 Was apt to find himself the self-same me,— w^J^* Ij .^.^y^. 
 
 I Such labour had such issue, so I wrought . j ^^^ . 
 \This arc, by furtherance of such alloy, | 1 ^ 
 
 jAnd so, by one spirt, take away its trace j \ 
 Till, justifiably golden, rounds my ring. ; \ 
 
 ''—-' ' M^^U..' 
 
 A ring without a posy, and th at rm g mine J 1390 ' 
 
 O.lydfijLoye, half -angel and half -bird 'l^"^' Y-r 
 
 And all a wonder and a wild desire,-— 
 Boldest of hearts that ever braved the sun, 
 
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34 THE RING AND THE BOOK i 
 
 Took sanctuary within the hoHer blue, 
 And sang a kindred soul out to his face, — 
 Yet human at the red-ripe of the heart — 
 When the first summons from the darkling earth 
 Reached thee amid thy chambers, blanched their blue, 
 And bared them of the glory — to drop down, 
 To toil for man, to suffer or to die, — 1400 
 
 This is the same voice : can thy soul know change ? 
 Hail then, and hearken from the realms of help ! 
 Never may I commence my song, my due (S/^T 
 
 To God who best taught song by gift of thee, ' • 
 
 Except with bent head and beseeching hand — 
 That still, despite the distance and the dark, 
 • G> ^:;;r^rXW^^^ was, again may be > some interchange 
 8" ^., ;/ ' Of grace, some splendour once thy very thought, 
 , O Some benediction anciently thy smile : 
 
 ),. — ^Never conclude, but raising hand and head 1410 
 
 Thither where eyes, that cannot reach, yet yearn 
 For all hope, all sustainment, all reward. 
 Their utmost up and on, — so blessing back 
 In those thy realms of help, that heaven thy home, 
 Some whiteness which, I judge, thy face makes proud\ 
 vK< f Some wanness where, I think, thy foot may fall ! / "^^ if. 
 
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 What, you, Sir, come too ? (Just the man I'd meet.) 
 
 Be ruled by me and have a care o' the crowd : 
 
 This way, wliile fresh folk go and get their gaze : 
 
 I'll tell you like a book and save your shins. 
 
 Fie, what a roaring day we've had ! Whose fault ? 
 
 Lorenzo in Lucina, — here 's a church 
 
 To hold a crowd at need, accommodate 
 
 All comers from the Corso ! If this crush 
 
 Make not its priests ashamed of what they show 
 
 For temple-room, don't prick them to draw pur&e 
 
 And down mth bricks and mortar, eke us out ii 
 
 The beggarly transept with its bit of apse 
 
 Into a decent space for Christian ease. 
 
 Why, to-day's lucky pearl is cast to swine. 
 
 Listen and estimate the luck they've had ! 
 
 (The right man, and I hold him.) 
 
 Sir, do you see. 
 They laid both bodies in the church, this morn 
 The first thing, on the chancel two steps up, 
 Behind the httle marble balustrade ; 20 
 
 Disposed them, Pietro the old murdered fool 
 To the right of the altar, and his wretched wife 
 On the other side. In trying to count stabs. 
 People supposed Violante showed the most, 
 Till somebody explained us that mistake ; 
 His wounds had been dealt out indifferent where, 
 But she took all her stabbings in the face, 
 Since punished thus solely for honour's sake. 
 Honoris causd, that 's the proper term. 
 A delicacy there is, our gallants hold, 30 
 
 When you avenge your honour and only then, 
 That you disfigure the subject, fray the face. 
 Not just take life and end, in clownish guise. 
 It was Violante gave the first offence, 
 Got therefore the conspicuous punishment : 
 
36 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 While Pietro, who helped merely, his mere death 
 
 Answered the purpose, so his face went free. 
 
 We fancied even, free as you please, that face 
 
 Showed itself still intolerably wronged ; 
 
 Was wrinkled over with resentment yet, 40 
 
 Nor calm at all, as murdered faces use. 
 
 Once the worst ended : an indignant air 
 
 O' the head there was — 'tis said the body turned 
 
 Round and away, rolled from Violante's side 
 
 Where they had laid it loving-husband-like. 
 
 If so, if corpses can be sensitive, 
 
 Why did not he roll right down altar-step. 
 
 Roll on through nave, roll fairly out of church, 
 
 Deprive Lorenzo of the spectacle, 
 
 Pay back thus the succession of affronts 50 
 
 Whereto this church had served as theatre ? 
 
 For see : at that same altar where he lies, 
 
 To that same inch of step, was brought the babe 
 
 For blessing after baptism, and there styled 
 
 Pompilia, and a string of names beside, 
 
 By his bad wife, some seventeen years ago. 
 
 Who purchased her simply to palm on him. 
 
 Flatter his dotage and defraud the heirs. 
 
 Wait awhile ! Also to this very step 
 
 Did this Violante, twelve years afterward, 60 
 
 Bring, the mock-mother, that child-cheat full-grown, 
 
 Pompilia, in pursuance of her plot. 
 
 And there brave God and man a second time 
 
 By linking a new victim to the lie. 
 
 There, having made a match unknown to him, 
 
 She, still unknown to Pietro, tied the knot 
 
 Which nothing cuts except this kind of knife ; 
 
 Yes, made her daughter, as the girl was held. 
 
 Marry a man, and honest man beside, 
 
 And man of birth to boot, — clandestinely 70 
 
 Because of this, because of that, because 
 
 O' the devil's will to work his worst for once, — 
 
 Confident she could top her part at need 
 
 And, when her husband must be told in turn, 
 
 Ply the wife's trade, play off the sex's trick 
 
 And, alternating worry with quiet qualms. 
 
 Bravado with submissiveness, quick fool 
 
 Her Pietro into patience : so it proved. 
 
 Ay, 'tis four years since man and wife they grew, 
 
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 HALF-ROME 37 
 
 This Guido Franceschini and this same 80 
 
 PompiKa, fooUshly thought, falsely declared 
 
 A Comparini and the couple's child : 
 
 Just at this altar where, beneath the piece 
 
 Of Master Guido Reni, Christ on cross, 
 
 Second to nought observable in Rome, 
 
 That couple he now, murdered yestereve. 
 
 Even the blind can see a providence here. 
 
 From dawn till now that it is growing dusk, 
 A multitude has flocked and filled the church, 
 Coming and going, coming back again, 90 
 
 Till to count crazed one. Rome was at the show. 
 People climbed up the columns, fought for spikes 
 O' the chapel-rail to perch themselves upon, 
 Jumped over and so broke the wooden work 
 Painted like porphyry to deceive the eye ; 
 Serve the priests right ! The organ-loft Avas crammed, 
 Women were fainting, no few fights ensued, 
 In short, it was a show repaid j^our pains : 
 For, though their room was scant undoubtedly, 
 Yet they did manage matters, to be just, 100 
 
 A little at this Lorenzo. Body o' me ! 
 I saw a body exposed once . . . never mind ! 
 Enough that here the bodies had their due. 
 . No stinginess in wax, a row all round, 
 And one big taper at each head and foot. 
 
 So, people pushed their way, and took their turn, 
 Saw, threw their eyes up,' crossed themselves, gave 
 
 place 
 To pressure from behind, since all the world 
 Knew the old pair, could talk the tragedy 
 Over from first to last : Pompilia too, !!• 
 
 Those who had known her — what 't was worth to them ! 
 Guido's acquaintance was in less request ; 
 The Count had lounged somewhat too long in Rome, 
 Made himself cheap ; with him were hand and glove 
 Barbers and blear-eyed, as the ancient sings. 
 Also he is alive and like to be : 
 Had he considerately died, — aha ! 
 I jostled Luca Cini on his staff, 
 Mute in the midst, the whole man one amaze. 
 Staring amain and crossing brow and breast. 120 
 
38 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 • How now ? ' asked I. ' 'Tis seventy years,' quoth he, 
 
 ' Since I first saw, holding my father's hand, 
 
 ' Bodies set forth : a many have I seen, 
 
 ' Yet all was poor to this I live and see. 
 
 ' Here the world's wickedness seals up the sum : 
 
 ' What with Mohnos' doctrine and this deed, 
 
 ' Antichrist 's surely come and doomsday near. 
 
 ' May I depart in peace, I have seen my see.' 
 
 ' Depart then,' I advised, ' nor block the road 
 
 ' For youngsters still behindhand with such sights ! ' 
 
 ' Why no,' rejoins the venerable sire, 131 
 
 ' I know it 's horrid, hideous past belief, 
 
 ' Burdensome far beyond what eye can bear ; 
 
 ' But they do promise, when Pompilia dies 
 
 ' I' the course o' the day, — and she can't outlive 
 
 night,— 
 ' They'll bring her body also to expose 
 ' Beside the parents, one, two, three a-breast ; 
 ' That were indeed a sight which, might I see, 
 ' I trust I should not last to see the like ! ' 
 Whereat I bade the senior spare his shanks, 140 
 
 Since doctors give her till to-night to live 
 And tell us how the butchery happened. ' Ah, 
 ' But you can't know ! ' sighs he, ' I'll not despair : 
 ' Beside I'm useful at explaining things — 
 ' As, how the dagger laid there at the feet, 
 ' Caused the peculiar cuts ; I mind its make, 
 ' Triangular i' the blade, a Genoese, 
 ' Armed with those little hook-teeth on the edge 
 ' To open in the flesh nor shut again : 
 ' I like to teach a novice : I shall stay ! ' 150 
 
 And stay he did, and stay be sure he will. 
 
 A personage came by the private door 
 
 At noon to have his look : I name no names : 
 
 Well then. His Eminence the Cardinal, 
 
 Whose servitor in honourable sort 
 
 Guido was once, the same who made the match, 
 
 (Will you have the truth ?) whereof we see effect. 
 
 No sooner whisper ran he was arrived 
 
 Than up pops Curate Carlo, a brisk lad, 
 
 Who never lets a good occasion slip, 100 
 
 And volunteers improving the event. 
 
 We looked he'd give the history's self some help, 
 
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 HALF-ROME 39 
 
 Treat us to how the wife's confession went 
 
 (This morning she confessed her crime, we know) 
 
 And, may-be, throw in something of the Priest — 
 
 If he 's not ordered back, punished anew, 
 
 The gallant, Caponsacchi, Lucifer 
 
 I' the garden where Pompiha, Eve-like, lured 
 
 Her Adam Guido to his fault and fall. 
 
 Think you we got a sprig of speech akin 170 
 
 To this from Carlo, with the Cardinal there ? 
 
 Too wdbYj, he was, too widely awake, I trow. 
 
 He did the murder in a. dozen words ; 
 
 Then said that all such outrages crop forth 
 
 I' the course of nature, when Molinos' tares 
 
 Are sown for wheat, flourish and choke the Church : 
 
 So slid on to the abominable sect 
 
 And the philosophic sin — we've heard all that. 
 
 And the Cardinal too, (who book-made on the same) 
 
 But, for the murder, left it where he found. 180 
 
 Oh but he 's quick, the Curate, minds his game ! 
 
 And, after all, we have the main o' the fact : 
 
 Case could not well be simpler, — mapped, as it were, 
 
 We follow the murder's maze from source to sea. 
 
 By the red line, past mistake : one sees indeed 
 
 Not only how all was and must have been, 
 
 But cannot other than be to the end of time. 
 
 Turn out here by the Ruspoli ! Do you hold 
 
 Guido was so prodigiously to blame ? 
 
 A certain cousin of yours has told you so ? 190 
 
 Exactly ! Here 's a friend shall set you right, 
 
 Let him but have the handsel of your ear. 
 
 These wretched Comparini w^ere once gay 
 
 And galiard, of the modest middle class : 
 
 Born in this quarter seventy years ago, 
 
 And married young, they lived the accustomed life, 
 
 Citizens as they were of good repute : 
 
 And, childless, naturally took their ease 
 
 With only their two selves to care about 
 
 And use the wealth for : wealthy is the word, 200 
 
 Since Pietro was possessed of house and land — 
 
 And specially one house, when good days were. 
 
 In Via Vittoria, the aspec table street 
 
 Where he Hved mainly ; but another house 
 
 Of less pretension did he buy betimes. 
 
40 THE RING AND THE BOOK n 
 
 The villa, meant for jaunts and jollity, 
 
 I' the Pauline district, to be private there — 
 
 Just what puts murder in an enemy's head. 
 
 Moreover, — and here 's the worm i' the core, the germ 
 
 O' the rottenness and ruin which arrived, — 210 
 
 He owned some usufruct, had moneys' use 
 
 Lifelong, but to determine with his life 
 
 In heirs' default : so, Pietro craved an heir, 
 
 (The story always old and always new) 
 
 Shut his fool's-eyes fast on the visible good 
 
 And wealth for certain, opened them owl- wide 
 
 On fortune's sole piece of forgetfulness, 
 
 The child that should have been and would not be. 
 
 Hence, seventeen years ago, conceive his glee 
 
 When first Violante, 'twixt a smile and a blush, 220 
 
 With touch of agitation proper too, 
 
 Announced that, spite of her unpromising age. 
 
 The miracle would in time be manifest, 
 
 An heir's birth was to happen : and it did. 
 
 Somehow or other, — how, all in good time ! 
 
 By a trick, a sleight of hand you are to hear, — 
 
 A child was born, Pompilia, for his joy. 
 
 Plaything at once and prop, a fairy-gift, 
 
 A saints' grace or, say, grant of the good God, — 
 
 A fiddle-pin's end ! What imbeciles are we ! 230 
 
 Look now : if some one could have prophesied, 
 
 ' For love of you, for hking to your wife, 
 
 ' I undertake to crush a snake I spy 
 
 * Settling itself i' the soft of both your breasts, 
 
 ' Give me yon babe to strangle xiainlessly ! 
 
 ' She'll soar to the safe : j^ou'll have your crying out, 
 
 ' Then sleep, then wake, 'then sleep, then end your 
 
 days 
 ' In peace and plenty, mixed with mild regret, 
 ' Thirty years hence when Christmas takes old folk ' — 
 How had old Pietro sprung up, crossed himself, 240 
 And kicked the conjuror ! Whereas you and I, 
 Being wise with after- wit, had clapped our hands ; 
 Nay, added, in the old fool's interest, 
 ' Strangle the black-eyed babe, so far so good, 
 ' But on condition you relieve the man 
 ' 0' the wife and throttle him Violante too — 
 ' She is the mischief ! ' 
 
II 
 
 HALF-ROME 41 
 
 We had hit the mark. 
 She, whose trick brought the babe into the world, 
 She it was, when the babe was grown a girl, 250 
 
 Judged a new trick should reinforce the old, 
 Send vigour to the He now somewhat spent 
 By twelve years' service ; lest Eve's rule decline 
 Over this Adam of hers, whose cabbage-plot 
 Throve dubiously since turned fools '-paradise, 
 Spite of a nightingale on every stump. 
 Pietro's estate was dwindhng day by day. 
 While he, rapt far above such mundane care, 
 Crawled all-fours with his baby pick-a-back, 
 Sat at serene cats'-cradle with his child, 2C0 
 
 Or took the measured tallness, top to toe. 
 Of what was grown a great girl twelve years old : 
 Till sudden at the door a tap discreet, 
 A visitor's premonitory cough, 
 And poverty had reached him in her rounds. 
 
 This came when he was past the working-time, 
 
 Had learned to dandle and forgot to dig. 
 
 And who must but Violante cast about. 
 
 Contrive and task that head of hers again ? 
 
 She who had caught one fish, could make that catch 
 
 A bigger still, in angler's policy : 271 
 
 So, with an angler's mercy for the bait. 
 
 Her minnow was set wriggling on its barb 
 
 And tossed to the mid-stream ; that is, this grown girl 
 
 With the great eyes and bounty of black hair 
 
 And first crisp youth that tempts a jaded taste, 
 
 Was whisked i' the way of a certain m.an, who snapped. 
 
 Count Guido Franceschini the Aretine 
 Was head of an old noble house enough. 
 Not over-rich, you can't have everything, 280 
 
 But such a man as riches rub against. 
 Readily stick to, — one with a right to them 
 Born in the blood : 'twas in his very brow 
 Always to knit itself against the world, 
 So be beforehand when that stinted due 
 Service and suit : the world ducks and defers. 
 As such folks do, he had come up to Rome 
 To better his fortune, and, since many years, 
 Was friend and follower of a cardinal ; 
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42 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 Waiting the rather thus on providence, 290 
 
 That a shrewd younger poorer brother yet, 
 
 The Abate Paolo, a regular priest, 
 
 Had long since tried his powers and found he swam 
 
 With the deftest on the Galilean 2300I : 
 
 But then he was a web-foot, free o' the wave, 
 
 And no ambiguous dab-chick hatched to strut, 
 
 Humbled by any fond attempt to swim 
 
 When fiercer fowl usurped his dunghill-top — 
 
 A whole priest, Paolo, no mere piece of one 
 
 Like Guido tacked thus to the Church's tail ! 300 
 
 Guido moreover, as the head o' the house. 
 
 Claiming the main prize, not the lesser luck. 
 
 The centre lily, no mere chickweed fringe. 
 
 He waited and learned waiting, thirty years ; 
 
 Got promise, missed performance — what would you 
 
 have ? 
 No petty post rewards a nobleman 
 For spending youth in splendid lackey-work, 
 And there 's concurrence for each rarer prize ; 
 When that falls, rougher hand and readier foot 
 Push aside Guido spite of his black looks. 310 
 
 The end was, Guido, when the warning showed. 
 The first white hair i' the glass, gave up the game, 
 Determined on returning to his town. 
 Making the best of bad incurable, 
 Patching the old palace up and hngering there 
 The customary life out with his kin, 
 Where honour helps to spice the scanty bread. 
 
 Just as he trimmed his lamp and girt his loins 
 
 To go his journey and be wise at home, 
 
 In the right mood of disappointed worth, 320 
 
 Who but Violante sudden spied her prey 
 
 (Where was I with that angler-simile ?) 
 
 And threw her bait, Pompilia, w here he sulked — 
 
 A gleam i' the gloom ! 
 
 What if he gained thus much, 
 Wrung out this sweet drop from the bitter Past, 
 Bore off this rose-bud from the prickly brake 
 To justify such torn clothes and scratched hands. 
 And, after all, brought something back from Rome ? 
 
II HALF-ROME 43 
 
 Would not a wife serve at iVrezzo well 330 
 
 To light the dark house, lend a look of youth 
 
 To the mother's face grown meagre, left alone 
 
 And famished with the emptiness of hope, 
 
 Old Donna Beatrice ? Wife you want 
 
 Would you play family-representative, 
 
 Carry you elder-brotherly, high and right 
 
 O'er what may prove the natural petulance 
 
 Of the third brother, younger, greedier still, 
 
 Girolamo, also a fledgeling priest, 
 
 Beginning Hfe in turn with callow beak 340 
 
 Agape for luck, no luck had stopped and stilled. 
 
 Such were the pinks and greys about the bait 
 
 Persuaded Guido gulp down hook and all. 
 
 What constituted him so choice a catch. 
 
 You question ? Past his prime and poor beside ? 
 
 Ask that of any she who knows the trade. 
 
 Why first, here was a nobleman with friends, 
 
 A palace one might run to and be safe 
 
 When presently the threatened fate should fall, 
 
 A big-browed master to block door-way up, 350 
 
 Parley with people bent on pushing by 
 
 And praying the mild Pietro quick clear scores : 
 
 Is birth a privilege and power or no ? 
 
 Also, — ^but judge of the result desired, 
 
 By the price paid and manner of the sale. 
 
 The Count was made woo, win and wed at once : 
 
 Asked, and was haled for answer, lest the heat 
 
 Should cool, to San Lorenzo, one blind eve, 
 
 And had PompiUa put into his arms 
 
 O' the sly there, by a hasty candle-blink, 360 
 
 With sanction of some priest-confederate 
 
 Properly paid to make short work and sure. 
 
 So did old Pietro's daughter change her style 
 
 For Guido Franceschini's lady-wife 
 
 Ere Guido knew it well ; and why this haste 
 
 And scramble and indecent secrecy ? 
 
 ' Lest Pietro, all the while in ignorance, 
 
 ' Should get to learn, gainsay and break the match : 
 
 ' His peevishness had promptly put aside 
 
 ' Such honour and refused the proffered boon, 370 
 
 ' Pleased to become authoritative once. 
 
44 THE RING AND THE BOOK n 
 
 ' She remedied the wilful man's mistake — ' 
 Did our discreet Violante. Rather say, 
 Thus did she, lest the object of her game, 
 Guido the gulled one, give him but a chance, 
 A moment's respite, time for thinking twice, 
 Might count the cost before he sold himself, 
 And try the clink of coin they paid him with. 
 
 But passed, the bargain struck, the business done, 
 
 Once the clandestine marriage over thus, 380 
 
 All parties made perforce the best o' the fact ; 
 
 Pietro could play vast indignation off. 
 
 Be ignorant and astounded, dupe alike 
 
 At need, of wife, daughter and son-in-law. 
 
 While Guido found himself in flagrant fault, 
 
 Must e'en do suit and service, soothe, subdue 
 
 A father not unreasonably chafed, 
 
 Bring him to terms by paying son's devoir. 
 
 Pleasant initiation ! 
 
 The end, this : 390 
 
 Guido's broad back was saddled to bear all — 
 Pietro, Violante, and Pompilia too, — 
 Three lots cast confidently in one lap, 
 Three dead- weights with one arm to lift the three 
 Out of their limbo up to life again : 
 The Roman household was to strike fresh root 
 In a new soil, graced with a novel name, 
 Gilt with an alien glory, Aretine 
 Henceforth and never Roman any more, 
 By treaty and engagement : thus it ran : 400 
 
 Pompilia's dowry for Pompilia's self 
 As a thing of course, — she paid her own expense ; 
 No loss nor gain there : but the couple, you see, 
 They, for their part, turned over first of all 
 Their fortune in its rags and rottenness 
 To Guido, fusion and confusion, he 
 And his with them and theirs, — whatever rag 
 With a coin residuary fell on floor 
 When Brother Paolo's energetic shake 
 Should do the relics justice : since 'twas thought, 
 Once vulnerable Pietro out of reach, 411 
 
 That, left at Rome as representative. 
 The Abate, backed by a potent patron here, 
 
II HALF-ROME 45 
 
 And otherwise with purple flushing him, 
 
 Might play a good game with the creditor, 
 
 Make up a moiety which, great or small, 
 
 Should go to the common stock — if anything, 
 
 Guido's, so far repayment of the cost 
 
 About to be, — and if, as looked more like, 
 
 Nothing, — why, all the nobler cost were his 420 
 
 Who guaranteed, for better or for worse, 
 
 To Pietro and Violante, house and home. 
 
 Kith and kin, with the pick of company 
 
 And life o' the fat o' the land while life should last. 
 
 How say you to the bargain at first blush ? 
 
 Why did a middle-aged not-silly man 
 
 Show himself thus besotted all at once ? 
 
 Quoth Solomon, one black eye does it all. 
 
 They went to Arezzo, — Pietro and his spouse. 
 
 With just the dusk o' the day of life to spend, 430 
 
 Eager to use the twilight, taste a treat. 
 
 Enjoy for once with neither stay nor stint 
 
 The luxur}^ of lord-and-lady-ship. 
 
 And realize the stuff and nonsense long 
 
 A-simmer in their noddles ; vent the fume 
 
 Born there and bred, the citizen's conceit 
 
 How fares nobility while crossing earth, 
 
 What rampart or invisible body-guard 
 
 Keeps off the taint of common life from such. 
 
 They had not fed for nothing on the tales 440 
 
 Of grandees who give banquets worthy Jove, 
 
 Spending gold as if Plutus paid a whim, 
 
 Served with obeisances as when . . . what God ? 
 
 I'm at the end of my tether ; 'tis enough 
 
 You understand what they came primed to see : 
 
 While Guido who should minister the sight, 
 
 Stay all this qualmish greediness of soul 
 
 With apples and with flagons — for his part. 
 
 Was set on life diverse as pole from pole : 
 
 Lust of the flesh, lust of the eye, — what else 450 
 
 Was he just now awake from, sick and sage, 
 
 After the very debauch they would begin ? — 
 
 Suppose such stuff and nonsense really were. 
 
 That bubble, they were bent on blowing big, 
 
 He had blown already till he burst his cheeks. 
 
 And hence found soapsuds bitter to the tongue. 
 
46 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 He hoped now to walk softly all his days 
 In soberness of spirit, if haply so. 
 Pinching and paring he might furnish forth 
 A frugal board, bare sustenance, no more, 460 
 
 Till times, that could not well grow worse, should 
 mend. 
 
 Thus minded then, two parties mean to meet 
 
 And make each other happy. The first Aveek, 
 
 And fancy strikes fact and explodes in full. 
 
 ' This,' shrieked the Comparini, ' this the Count, 
 
 ' The palace, the signorial privilege, 
 
 ' The pomp and pageantry were promised us ? 
 
 ' For this have we exchanged our liberty, 
 
 ' Our competence, our darling of a child ? 
 
 ' To house as spectres in a sepulchre 470 
 
 ' Under this black stone heap, the street's disgrace, 
 
 ' Grimmest as that is of the gruesome town, 
 
 ' And here pick garbage on a pewter plate 
 
 ' Or cough at verjuice dripped from earthenware ? 
 
 ' Oh Via Vittoria, oh the other place 
 
 ' I' the Pauline, did we give you u]) for this ? 
 
 ' Where 's the foregone housekeeping good and gay, 
 
 ' The neighbourliness, the companionship, 
 
 ' The treat and feast when holidays came round, 
 
 ' The daily feast that seemed no treat at all, 480 
 
 ' Called common by the uncommon fools we were ! 
 
 ' Even the sun that used to shine at Rome, 
 
 ' Where is it ? Robbed and starved and frozen too, 
 
 ' We will have justice, justice if there be ! ' 
 
 Did not they shout, did not the town resound ! 
 
 Guido's old lady-mother Beatrice, 
 
 Who since her husband, Count Tommaso's death. 
 
 Had held sole sway i' the house, — the doited crone 
 
 Slow to acknowledge, curtsey and abdicate, — 
 
 Was recognized of true novercal type, 490 
 
 Dragon and devil. His brother Girolamo 
 
 Came next in order : priest was he ? The worse ! 
 
 No way of winning him to leave his mumps 
 
 And help the laugh against old ancestry 
 
 And formal habits long since out of date. 
 
 Letting his youth be patterned on the mode 
 
 Approved of where Violante laid down law. 
 
 Or did he brighten up by way of change ? 
 
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 Dispose himself for affability ? 
 
 The malapert, too complaisant by half 500 
 
 To the alarmed young novice of a bride ! 
 
 Let him go buzz, betake himself elsewhere 
 
 Nor singe his fly-wings in the candle-flame ! 
 
 Four months' probation of this purgatory, 
 Dog-snap and cat-claw, curse and counterblast, 
 The devil's self had been sick of his own din ; 
 And Pietro, after trumpeting huge wrongs 
 At church and market-place, pillar and post. 
 Square's corner, street's end, now the palace-step 
 And now the wine-house bench — while, on her side, 
 Violante up and down was voluble 
 In whatsoever pair of ears would perk 
 From goody, gossip, cater-cousin and sib, 
 Curious to peep at the inside of things 
 And catch in the act pretentious poverty 
 At its wits' end to keep appearance up, 
 Make both ends meet, — nothing the vulgar loves 
 Like what this couple pitched them right and left, — 
 Then, their worst done that way, they struck tent, 
 
 marched : 
 — Renounced their share o' the bargain, flung what 
 
 dues 520 
 
 Guido was bound to pay, in Guido's face. 
 Left their hearts' -darling, treasure of the twain 
 And so forth, the poor inexperienced bride, 
 To her own devices, bade Arezzo rot 
 And the life signorial, and sought Rome once more. 
 
 I see the comment ready on your lip, 
 
 ' The better fortune, Guido's — free at least 
 
 ' By this defection of the foolish pair, 
 
 ' He could begin make profit in some sort 
 
 ' Of the young bride and the new quietness, 530 
 
 ' Lead his own life now, henceforth breathe unplagued.' 
 
 Could he ? You know the sex like Guido's self. 
 
 Learn the Violante-nature ! 
 
 Once in Rome, 
 By way of helping Guido lead such life, 
 Her first act to inaugurate return 
 Was, she got pricked in conscience : Jubilee 
 
48 THE RING AND THE BOOK rr 
 
 Gave her the hint. Our Pope, as kind as just, 
 
 Attained his eighty years, announced a boon 
 
 Should make us bless the fact, held Jubilee — 540 
 
 Short shrift, prompt pardon for the light offence, 
 
 And no rough dealing with the regular crime 
 
 So this occasion were not suffered slip — 
 
 Otherwise, sins commuted as before. 
 
 Without the least abatement in the price. 
 
 Now, who had thought it ? All this while, it seems, 
 
 Our sage Violante had a sin of a sort 
 
 She must compound for now or not at all : 
 
 Now be the ready riddance ! She confessed 
 
 Pompilia was a fable not a fact : 550 
 
 She never bore a child in her whole life. 
 
 Had this child been a changeling, that were grace 
 
 In some degree, exchange is hardly theft ; 
 
 You take your stand on truth ere leap your lie : 
 
 Here was all lie, no touch of truth at all. 
 
 All the lie hers — not even Pietro guessed 
 
 He was as childless still as twelve years since. 
 
 The babe had been a find i' the filth-heap. Sir, 
 
 Catch from the kennel ! There was found at Rome, 
 
 Down in the deepest of our social dregs, 560 
 
 A woman who professed the wanton's trade 
 
 Under the requisite thin coverture, 
 
 Communis tneretrix and washer-wife : 
 
 The creature thus conditioned found by chance 
 
 Motherhood like a jewel in the muck, 
 
 And straightway either trafficked with her prize • 
 
 Or listened to the tempter and let be, — 
 
 Made pact abolishing her place and part 
 
 In womankind, beast-fellowship indeed — 
 
 She sold this babe eight months before its birth 570 
 
 To our Violante, Pietro 's honest spouse, 
 
 Well-famed and widely-instanced as that crown 
 
 To the husband, virtue in a woman's shape. 
 
 She it was, bought and paid for, passed the thing 
 
 Off as the flesh and blood and child of her 
 
 Despite the flagrant fifty years, — and why ? 
 
 Partly to please old Pietro, fill his cup 
 
 With wine at the late hour when lees are left. 
 
 And send him from hfe's feast rejoicingly, — 
 
 Partly to cheat the rightful heirs, agape, 580 
 
 Each uncle's cousin's brother's son of him. 
 
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 For that same principal of the usufruct 
 It vext him he must die and leave behind. 
 
 Such was the sin had come to be confessed. 
 Which of the tales, the first or last, was true ? 
 / Did she so sin once, or, confessing now, 
 I Sin for the first time ? Either way you will. 
 One sees a reason for the cheat : one sees 
 A reason for a cheat in owning cheat 
 Where no cheat had been. What of the revenge ? 
 What prompted the contrition all at once, 591 
 
 Made the avowal easy, the shame slight ? 
 Why, prove they but Pompilia not their child, 
 No child, no dowry ; this, supposed their child, 
 Had claimed what this, shown alien to their blood. 
 Claimed nowdse : Guido's claim was through his wife, 
 Null then and void with hers. The biter bit. 
 Do you see ! For such repajanent of the past. 
 One might conceive the penitential pair 
 Ready to bring their case before the courts, GOO 
 
 Publish their infamy to all the world 
 And, arm in arm, go chuckhng thence content. 
 
 Is this your view ? 'Twas Guido's anyhow 
 And colourable : he came forward then, 
 Protested in his ver}^ bride's behalf 
 Against this lie and all it led to, least 
 Of all the loss o' the dowry ; no ! From her 
 And him aUke he would expunge the blot, 
 Erase the brand of such a bestial birth, 
 Participate in no hideous heritage 610 
 
 Gathered from the gutter to be garnered up 
 And glorified in a palace. Peter and Paul ! 
 But that who likes may look upon the pair 
 Exposed in yonder church, and show his skill 
 By saying which is eye and which is mouth 
 Thro' those stabs thick and threefold, — but for that— 
 A strong word on the hars and their lie 
 Might crave expression and obtain it, Sir ! 
 — ^Though prematurely, since there 's more to come, 
 / More that will shake your confidence in things 020 
 ' Your cousin tells you, — may I be so bold ? 
 
 This makes the first act of the farce, — anon 
 
50 THE RING AND THE BOOK n 
 
 The stealing sombre element comes in 
 
 Till all is black or blood-red in the piece. 
 
 Guido, thus made a laughing-stock abroad, 
 
 A proverb for the market-place at home, 
 
 Left alone with Pompilia now, this graft 
 
 So reputable on his ancient stock, 
 
 This plague-seed set to fester his sound flesh, 
 
 What did the Count ? Revenge him on his wife ? 
 
 Unfasten at all risks to rid himself 631 
 
 The noisome lazar-badge, fall foul of fate, 
 
 And, careless whether the poor rag was ware 
 
 O' the part it played, or helped unwittingly. 
 
 Bid it go burn and leave his frayed flesh free ? 
 
 Plainly, did Guido open both doors wide. 
 
 Spurn thence the cur-cast creature and clear scores 
 
 As man might, tempted in extreme like this ? 
 
 No, birth and breeding, and compassion too 
 
 Saved her such scandal. She was young, he thought, 
 
 Not privy to the treason, punished most C41 
 
 I' the proclamation of it ; why make her 
 
 A party to the crime she suffered by ? 
 
 Then the black eyes were now her very own, 
 
 Not any more Violante's : let her live, 
 
 Lose in a new air, under a new sun, 
 
 The taint of the imputed parentage 
 
 Truly or falsely, take no more the touch 
 
 Of Pietro and his partner anyhow ! 
 
 All might go well yet. 650 
 
 So she thought, herself. 
 It seems, since what was her first act and deed 
 When news came how these kindly ones at Rome 
 Had stripped her naked to amuse the world 
 With spots here, spots there and spots everywhere ? 
 — For I should tell you that they noised abroad 
 Not merely the main scandal of her birth, 
 But slanders written, printed, published wide. 
 Pamphlets which set forth all the pleasantry . 
 Of how the promised glory was a dream, 600 
 
 The power a bubble and the wealth — why, dust. 
 There was a picture, painted to the life. 
 Of those rare doings, that superlative 
 Initiation in magnificence 
 Conferred on a poor Roman family 
 
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 By favour of Arezzo and her first 
 
 And famousest, the Franceschini there, 
 
 You had the Countship holding head aloft 
 
 Bravely although bespattered, shifts and straits 
 
 In keeping out o' the way o' the wheels o' the world, 
 
 The comic of those home-contrivances 671 
 
 When the old lady-mother's wit was taxed 
 
 To find six clamorous mouths in food more real 
 
 Than fruit plucked off the cobwebbed family^tree. 
 
 Or acorns shed from its gilt mouldered frame — 
 
 Cold glories served up with three-pauls' worth' sauce. 
 
 What, I ask, — when the drunkenness of hate 
 
 Hiccuped return for hospitality. 
 
 Befouled the table they had feasted on. 
 
 Or say, — God knows I'll not prejudge the case, — 680 
 
 Grievances thus distorted, magnified, 
 
 Coloured by quarrel into calumny, — 
 
 What side did our Pompilia first espouse ? 
 
 Her first deliberate measure was, she wrote, 
 
 Pricked by some loyal impulse, straight to Rome 
 
 And her husband's brother the Abate there, 
 
 Who, having managed to effect the match. 
 
 Might take men's censure for its ill success. 
 
 She made a clean breast also in her turn ; 
 
 She quaUfied the couple handsomely ! 690 
 
 Since whose departure, hell, she said, was heaven, 
 
 And the house, late distracted by their peals, 
 
 Quiet as Carmel where the UUes live. 
 
 Herself had oftentimes complained : but why ? 
 
 All her complaints had been their prompting, tales 
 
 Trumped up, devices to this very end. 
 
 Their game had been to thwart her husband's love 
 
 And cross his will, mahgn his words and ways, 
 
 So reach this issue, furnish this pretence 
 
 For impudent withdrawal from their bond, — 700 
 
 Theft, indeed murder, since they meant no less 
 
 Whose last injunction to her simple self 
 
 Had been — ^what parents' -precept do you think ? 
 
 That she should follow after with all speed, 
 
 Fly from her husband's house clandestinely. 
 
 Join them at Rome again, but first of all 
 
 Pick up a fresh companion in her flight, 
 
 Putting so youth and beauty to fit use, 
 
 Some gay, dare-devil, cloak-and-rapier spark 
 
52 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 Capable of adventure,— helped by whom 710 
 
 She, some fine eve when lutes were in the air, 
 
 Having put poison in the posset-cup. 
 
 Laid hands on money, jewels and the like, 
 
 And, to conceal the thing with more effect, 
 
 By way of parting benediction too. 
 
 Fired the house, — one would finish famously 
 
 I' the tumult, sUp out, scurry off and away 
 
 And turn up merrily at home once more. 
 
 Fact this, and not a dream o' the devil. Sir ! 
 
 And more than this, a fact none dare dispute, 720 
 
 Word for word, such a letter did she write. 
 
 And such the Abate read, nor simply read 
 
 But gave all Rome to ruminate upon. 
 
 In answer to such charges as, I say, 
 
 The couple sought to be beforehand with. 
 
 The cause thus carried to the courts at Rome, 
 
 Guido away, the Abate had no choice 
 
 But stand forth, take his absent brother's part, 
 
 Defend the honour of himself beside. 
 
 He made what head he might against the pair, 730 
 
 Maintained PompiUa's birth legitimate 
 
 And all her rights intact— hers, Guido' s now— 
 
 And so far by his tactics turned their flank, 
 
 The enemy being beforehand in the place, 
 
 That, though the courts allowed the cheat for fact, 
 
 Suffered Violante to parade her shame, 
 
 PubUsh her infamy to heart's content, 
 
 And let the tale o'the feigned birth pass for proved, — 
 
 Yet they stopped there, refused to intervene 
 
 And dispossess the innocents, befooled 740 
 
 By gifts o' the guilty, at guilt's new caprice : 
 
 They would not take away the dowry now 
 
 Wrongfully given at first, nor bar at all 
 
 Succession to the aforesaid usufruct, 
 
 Estabhshed on a fraud, nor play the game 
 
 Of Pietro's child and now not Pietro's child 
 
 As it might suit the gamester's purpose. Thus 
 
 Was justice ever ridiculed in Rome : 
 
 Such be the double verdicts favoured here 
 
 Which send away both parties to a suit 750 
 
 Nor puffed up nor cast down, — for each a crumb 
 
 Of right, for neither of them the whole loaf. 
 
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 HALF-ROME 53 
 
 Whence, on the Comparini's part, appeal — 
 Counter-appeal on Guido's, — that 's the game : 
 And so the matter stands, even to this hour, 
 Bandied as balls are in a tennis-court, 
 And so might stand, unless some heart broke first, 
 Till doomsday 
 
 Leave it thus, and now revert 
 To the old Arezzo whence we moved to Rome. 760 
 We've had enough o' the parents, false or true, 
 Now for a touch o' the daughter's quality. 
 The start 's fair henceforth — every obstacle 
 Out of the young wife's footpath — she 's alone — 
 Left to walk warily now : how does she walk ? 
 Why, once a dwelling's doorpost marked and crossed 
 In rubric by the enemy on his rounds 
 As eligible, as fit place of prey. 
 Baffle him henceforth, keep him out who can ! 
 Stop up the door at the first hint of hoof, 770 
 
 Presently at the window taps a horn. 
 And Satan 's by your fireside, never fear ! 
 Pompiha, left alone now, found herself ; 
 Found herself young too, sprightly, fair enough, 
 Matched with a husband old beyond his age 
 (Though that was something like four times her own) 
 Because of cares past, present and to come : 
 Found too the house dull and its inmates dead, 
 So, looked outside for light and Ufe. 
 
 And lo 780 
 
 There in a trice did turn up life and light. 
 The man with the aureole, sympathy made flesh, 
 The all-consoling Caponsacchi, Sir ! 
 A priest — what else should the consoler be ? 
 With goodly shoulderblacle and proper leg, 
 A portly make and a symmetric shape, 
 And curls that clustered to the tonsure quite. 
 This was a bishop in the bud, and now 
 A canon full-blown so far : priest, and priest 
 Nowise exorbitantly overworked, 790 
 
 The courtly Christian, not so much Saint Paul 
 As a saint of Caesar's household : there posed he 
 Sending his god-glance after his shot shaft, 
 Apollos turned Apollo, while the snake 
 Pompilia writhed transfixed through all her spires. 
 
64 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 He, not a visitor at Guide's house, 
 
 Scarce an acquaintance, but in prime request 
 
 With the magnates of Arezzo, was seen here, 
 
 Heard there, felt everywhere in Guido's path 
 
 If Guido's wife's path be her husband's too. 800 
 
 Now he threw comfits at the theatre 
 
 Into her lap, — what harm in Carnival ? 
 
 Now he pressed close till his foot touched her gown. 
 
 His hand brushed hers, — how^ help on promenade ? 
 
 And, ever on weighty business, found his steps 
 
 Incline to a certain haunt of doubtful fame 
 
 Which fronted Guido's palace by mere chance ; 
 
 While — how do accidents sometimes combine ! 
 
 Pompiiia chose to cloister up her charms 
 
 Just in a chamber that o'erlooked the street, 810 
 
 Sat there to pra3^ or i3eep thence at mankind. 
 
 This passage of arms and wits amused the town. 
 
 At last the husband lifted eyebrow, — ^bent 
 
 On day-book and the study how to wring 
 
 HaK the due vintage from the worn-out vines 
 
 At the villa, tease a quarter the old rent 
 
 From the farmstead, tenants swore would tumble 
 
 soon, — 
 Pricked up his ear a-singing day and night 
 With ' ruin, ruin ' ; — and so surprised at last- 
 Why, what else but a titter ? IJp he jumps. 820 
 Back to mind come those scratchings at the grange, 
 Prints of the paw about the outhouse ; rife 
 In his head at once again are word and wink, 
 Mum here and budget there, the smell o' the fox, 
 The musk o' the gallant. ' Friends, there 's falseness 
 
 here ! ' 
 
 The proper help of friends in such a strait 
 
 Is waggery, the world over. Laugh him free 
 
 O' the regular jealous-fit that 's incident 
 
 To all old husbands that wed brisk young wives, 
 
 And he'll go duly docile all his days. 830 
 
 ' Somebody courts your wife, Count ? Where and 
 
 when ? 
 ' How and why ? Mere horn-madness : have a care I 
 ' Your lady loves her own room, sticks to it, 
 ' Locks herself in for hours, you say yourself. 
 
II 
 
 HALF-ROME 55 
 
 ' And — ^w'hat, it 's Caponsacchi means you harm ? 
 ' The Canon ? We caress him, he 's the world's, 
 ' A man of such acceptance, — never dream, 
 ' Though he were fifty times the fox you fear, 
 ' He'd risk his brush for your particular chick, 
 ' When the wide town 's his hen-roost ! Fie o' the 
 fool ! ' 840 
 
 So they dispensed their comfort of a kind. 
 Guido at last cried ' Something is in the air, 
 ' Under the earth, some plot against my peace : 
 ' The trouble of eclipse hangs overhead, 
 ' How it should come of that officious orb 
 ' Your Canon in my system, you must say : 
 ' I say — that from the pressure of this spring 
 ' Began the chime and interchange of bells, 
 ' Ever one whisper, and one whisper more, 
 ' And just one whisper for the silvery last, 850 
 
 * Till all at once a-row the bronze-throats burst 
 ' Into a larum both significant 
 
 ' And sinister : stop it I must and will. 
 ' Let Caponsacchi take his hand away 
 
 * From the wire ! — disport himself in other paths 
 ' Than lead precisely to my palace-gate, — 
 
 * Look where he likes except one window's way 
 ' Where, cheek on hand, and elbow set on sill, 
 
 ' Happens to lean and say her htanies 
 
 * Every day and all da}^ long, just my wife — 860 
 ' Or wife and Caponsacchi may fare the worse ! ' 
 
 Admire the man's simplicity, ' I'll do this, 
 ' I'll not have that, I'll punish and prevent 1 ' — 
 'Tis easy saying. But to a fray, you see. 
 Two parties go. The badger shows his teeth : 
 The fox nor Ues down sheep-Uke nor dares fight. 
 Oh, the wife knew the appropriate warfare well. 
 The way to put suspicion to the blush ! 
 At first hint of remonstrance, up and out 
 I' the face of the world, you found her : she could 
 speak, 870 
 
 State her case, — ^Franceschini was a name, 
 Guido had his full share of foes and friends — 
 Why should not she call these to arbitrate ? 
 She bade the Governor do governance. 
 Cried out on the Archbishop, — ^why, there now, 
 
56 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 Take liim for sample ! Three successive times, 
 Had he to reconduct her by main-force 
 From where she took her station opposite 
 His shut door, — on the pubUc steps thereto. 
 Wringing her hands, when he came out to see, 880 
 And shrieking all her wrongs forth at his foot, — 
 Back to the husband and the house she fled : 
 Judge if that husband warmed him in the face 
 Of friends or frowned on foes as heretofore ! 
 Judge if he missed the natural grin of folk, 
 Or lacked the customary compliment 
 Of cap and bells, the luckless husband's fit ! 
 
 So it went on and on till — who was right ? 
 
 One merry April morning, Guido woke 
 
 After the cuckoo, so late, near noonday, 890 
 
 With an inordinate yawning of the jaws, 
 
 Ears plugged, eyes gummed together, palate, tongue 
 
 And teeth one mud-paste made of poppy-milk ; 
 
 And found his wife flown, his scrutoire the worse 
 
 For a rummage, — ^jewelry that was, was not. 
 
 Some money there had made itself wings too, — - 
 
 The door lay wide and yet the servants slept 
 
 Sound as the dead, or dosed which does as well. 
 
 In short, Pompilia, she who, candid soul, 
 
 Had not so much as spoken all her life 900 
 
 To the Canon, nay, so much as peeped at him 
 
 Between her fingers while she prayed in church, — 
 
 This lamb-like innocent of fifteen years 
 
 (Such she was grown to by this time of day) 
 
 Had simply put an opiate in the drink 
 
 Of the whole household overnight, and then 
 
 Got up and gone about her work secure, 
 
 Laid hand on this waif and the other stray. 
 
 Spoiled the Philistine and marched out of doors 
 
 In company of the Canon who, Lord's love, 910 
 
 What with his daily duty at the church. 
 
 Nightly devoir where ladies congregate, 
 
 Had something else to mind, assure yourself, 
 
 Beside Pompilia, paragon though she be. 
 
 Or notice if her nose were sharp or blunt ! 
 
 Well, anyhow, albeit impossible, 
 
 Both of them were together joUily 
 
 Jaunting it Rome-ward, half-way there by this. 
 
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 While Guido was left go and get undrugged, 
 
 Gather his wits up, groaningly give thanks 920 
 
 When neighbours crowded round him to condole. 
 
 ' Ah,' quoth a gossip, ' well I mind me now, 
 
 ' The Count did always say he thought he felt 
 
 ' He feared as if this very chance might fall ! 
 
 ' And when a man of fifty finds his corns 
 
 ' Ache and his joints throb, and foresees a storm, 
 
 ' Though neighbours laugh and say the sky is clear, 
 
 ' Let us henceforth believe him weatherwise ! ' 
 
 Then was the story told, I'll cut you short : 
 
 All neighbours knew : no mj^stery in the world. 930 
 
 The lovers left at nightfall — over night 
 
 Had Caponsacchi come to carry off 
 
 PompiUa, — ^not alone, a friend of his, 
 
 One Guillichini, the more conversant 
 
 With Guido's housekeeping that he was just 
 
 A cousin of Guido's and might play a prank— 
 
 (Have not you too a cousin that 's a wag ?) 
 
 ■ — ^Lord and a Canon also, — what would you have ? 
 
 Such are the red-clothed milk-swollen poppy-heads 
 
 That stand and stiffen 'mid the wheat o' the Church ! — 
 
 This worthy came to aid, abet his best. 941 
 
 And so the house was ransacked, booty bagged, 
 
 The lady led downstairs and out of doors 
 
 Guided and guarded till, the city passed, 
 
 A carriage lay convenient at the gate. 
 
 Good-bye to the friendly Canon ; the loving one 
 
 Could peradventure do the rest himself. 
 
 In jumps PompiUa, after her the priest, 
 
 ' Whip, driver ! Money makes the mare to go, 
 
 ' And we've a bagful. "^Take the Roman road ! ' 950 
 
 So said the neighbours. This was eight hours since^ 
 
 Guido heard all, swore the befitting oaths. 
 
 Shook off the rehcs of his poison-drench. 
 
 Got horse, was fairly started in pursuit 
 
 With never a friend to follow, found the track 
 
 Fast enough, 'twas the straight Perugia way, 
 
 Trod soon upon their ver}^ heels, too late 
 
 By a minute only at Camoscia, at 
 
 Ciiiusi, Foligno, ever the fugitives 
 
 Just ahead, just out as he galloped in, 960 
 
 Getting the good news ever fresh and fresh. 
 
58 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 Till, lo, at the last stage of all, last post 
 Before Rome, — as we say, in sight of Rome 
 And safety (there's impunity at Rome 
 For priests, you know) at — what's the little place ? 
 What some call Castelnuovo, some just call 
 The Osteria, because o' the post-house inn. 
 There, at the journey's all but end, it seems, 
 Triumph deceived them and undid them both. 
 Secure they might foretaste felicity 970 
 
 Nor fear surprisal : so, they were surprised. 
 There did they halt at early evening, there 
 Did Guido overtake them : 'twas day-break ; 
 He came in time enough, not time too much, 
 Since in the courtyard stood the Canon's self 
 Urging the drowsy stable-grooms to haste 
 Harness the horses, have the journey end, 
 The trifling four-hours' -running, so reach Rome. 
 And the other runaway, the wife ? Upstairs, 979 
 
 Still on the couch where she had spent the night, 
 One couch in one room, and one room for both. 
 So gained they six hours, so were lost thereby. 
 
 Sir, what's the sequel ? Lover and beloved 
 
 Fall on their knees ? No impudence serves here ? 
 
 They beat their breasts and beg for easy death. 
 
 Confess this, that and the other ? — anyhow 
 
 Confess there wanted not some likeHhood 
 
 To the supposition so preposterous, 
 
 That, O Pompilia, thy sequestered eyes 989 
 
 Had noticed, straying o'er the prayerbook's edge. 
 
 More of the Canon than that black his coat, 
 
 Buckled his shoes were, broad his hat of brim : 
 
 And that, Canon, thy religious care 
 
 Had breathed too soft a benedicite 
 
 To banish trouble from a lady's breast 
 
 So lonely and so lovely, nor so lean ! 
 
 This you expect ? Indeed, then, much you err. 
 
 Not to such ordinary end as this 
 
 Had Caponsacchi flung the cassock far. 
 
 Doffed the priest, donned the perfect cavalier ; 1000 
 
 The die was cast : over shoes over boots : 
 
 And just as she, I presently shall show, 
 
 Pompiha, soon looked Helen to the life. 
 
 Recumbent upstairs in her pink and white, 
 
II HALF-ROME 59 
 
 So, in the inn-yard, bold as 't were Troy-town, 
 
 There strutted Paris in correct costume. 
 
 Cloak, cap and feather, no appointment missed, 
 
 Even to a wicked-looking sword at side. 
 
 He seemed to find and feel familiar at. 
 
 Nor wanted words as ready and as big 1010 
 
 As the part he played, the bold abashless one. 
 
 ' I interposed to save your wife from death, 
 
 ' Yourself from shame, the true and only shame : 
 
 ' Ask 3^our own conscience else ! — or, failing that, 
 
 ' What I have done I answer, anywhere, 
 
 ' Here, if you will ; you see I have a sword : 
 
 ' Or, since I have a tonsure as you taunt, 
 
 ' At Home, by all means, — priests to try a priest. 
 
 ' Only, speak where your wife's voice can reply ! ' 
 
 And then he fingered at the sword again. 1020 
 
 So, Guido called, in aid and witness both, 
 
 The Public Force. The Commissary came, 
 
 Officers also ; they secured the priest ; 
 
 Then, for his more confusion, mounted up 
 
 With him, a guard on either side, the stair 
 
 To the bed-room where still slept or feigned a sleep 
 
 His paramour and Guido's wife : in burst 
 
 The company and bade her wake and rise. 
 
 Her defence ? This. She woke, saw, sprang upright 
 I' the midst and stood as terrible as truth, 1030 
 
 Sprang to her husband's side, caught at the sword 
 That hung there useless, since they held each hand 
 O' the lover, had disarmed him properly. 
 And in a moment out flew the bright thing 
 Full in the face of Guido, — but for help 
 0' the guards who held her back and pinioned her 
 With pains enough, she had finished you my tale 
 With a flourish of red all round it, pinked her 
 
 man 
 Prettily ; but she fought them one to six. 
 They stopped that, — but her tongue continued free : 
 She spat forth such invective at her spouse, 1041 
 
 O'erfrothed him with such foam of murderer, 
 Thief, pandar — that the popular tide soon turned, 
 The favour of the very sbirri, straight 
 Ebbed from the husband, set toward his wife, 
 People cried ' Hands off, pay a priest respect ! ' 
 
60 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 And ' persecuting fiend ' and * martyred saint ' 
 Began to lead a measure from lip to lip. 
 
 But facts are facts and flinch not ; stubborn things, 
 And the question ' Prithee, friend, how comes my 
 purse 1050 
 
 ' I' the poke of you ? ' — admits of no reply. 
 Here was a priest found out in masquerade, 
 A \\dfe caught plajdng truant if no more ; 
 While the Count, mortified in mien enough. 
 And, nose to face, an added palm in length, 
 Was plain writ ' husband ' every piece of him : 
 Capture once made, release could hardly be. 
 Beside, the prisoners both made appeal, 
 ' Take us to Rome ! ' 
 
 Taken to Rome they were ; 1060 
 The husband trooping after, piteously, 
 Tail between legs, no talk of triumph now — 
 No honour set firm on its feet once more 
 On two dead bodies of the guilty, — ^nay, 
 No dubious salve to honour's broken jDate 
 From chance that, after all, the hurt might seem 
 A skin-deep matter, scratch that leaves no scar : 
 For Guide's first search, — ferreting, poor soul. 
 Here, there and everywhere in the vile place 
 Abandoned to him when their backs were turned, 
 Found, — ^furnishing a last and best regale, — 1071 
 
 All the love-letters bandied twixt the pair 
 Since the first timid trembhng into life 
 0' the love-star till its stand at fiery full. 
 Mad prose, mad verse, fears, hopes, triumph, despair, 
 Avowal, clisclaimer, plans, dates, names, — ^\^^as nought 
 Wanting to prove, if proof consoles at all, 
 That this had been but the fifth act o' the piece 
 Whereof the due proemium, months ago 
 These playwrights had put forth, and ever since 
 Matured the middle, added 'neath his nose. 1081 
 
 He might go cross himself : the case was clear. 
 
 Therefore to Rome with the clear case ; there plead 
 Each party its best, and leave the law do right, 
 Let her shine forth and show, as God in heaven, 
 Vice prostrate, virtue pedestalled at last, 
 The triumph of truth ' What else shall glad our gaze 
 
n HALF-HOME 61 
 
 When once authority has knit the brow 
 
 And set the brain behind it to decide 
 
 Between the wolf and sheep turned htigants ? 1080 
 This is indeed a business ' law shook head : 
 A husband charges hard things on a wife, 
 The wife as hard o' the husband : whose fault here ? 
 A wife that flies her husband's house, does wrong; 
 The male friend's interference looks amiss. 
 Lends a suspicion : but suppose the wife, 
 On the other hand, be jeoparcUzed at home — 
 Nay, that she simply hold, ill-groundedly. 
 An apprehension she is jeopardized, — 
 And further, if the friend partake the fear, 1100 
 
 And, in a commendable charity 
 Which trusteth all, trust her that she mistrusts, — 
 What do they but obey the natural law ? 
 Pretence may this be and a cloak for sin. 
 And circumstances that concur i' the close 
 Hint as much, loudly — yet scarce loud enough 
 To drown the answer " strange may yet be true : " 
 Innocence often looks hke guiltiness. 
 The accused declare that in thought, word and deed. 
 Innocent were they both from first to last 1110 
 
 As male-babe haply laid by female-babe 
 At church on edge of the baptismal font 
 Together for a minute, perfect-pure. 
 Difficult to believe, yet possible. 
 As witness Joseph, the friend's patron-saint. 
 The night at the inn — there charity nigh chokes - 
 Ere swallow what they both asseverate ; 
 Though down the gullet faith may feel it go. 
 When mindful of what flight fatigued the flesh 
 Out of its faculty and fleshliness, 1120 
 
 Subdued it to the soul, as saints assure : 
 So long a flight necessitates a fall 
 On the first bed, though in a lion's den. 
 And the first pillow, though the Uon's back : 
 Difficult to beUeve, yet possible. 
 Last come the letters' bundled beasthness — 
 Authority repugns give glance to twice. 
 Turns head, and almost lets her whip-lash fall ; 
 Yet here a voice cries " Respite ! " from the clouds — 
 The accused, both in a tale, protest, disclaim, 1130 
 Abominate the horror : " Not my hand " 
 
62 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 ' Asserts the friend—" Nor mine " chimes in the wife, 
 ' " Seeing I have no hand, nor write at all." 
 ' Illiterate — for she goes on to ask, 
 ' What if the friend did pen now verse now prose, 
 ' Commend it to her notice now and then ? 
 ' 'Twas pearls to swine : she read no more than wrote, 
 ' And kept no more than read, for as they fell 
 ' She ever brushed the burr-hke things away, 
 ' Or, better, burned them, quenched the fire in smoke. 
 ' As for this fardel, filth and foohshness, 1141 
 
 ' She sees it now the first time : burn it too ! 
 ' While for his part the friend vows ignorance 
 ' Alike of what bears his name and bears hers : 
 ' 'Tis forgery, a felon's masterpiece, 
 ' And, as 'tis said the fox still finds the stench, 
 ' Home-manufacture and the husband's work, 
 ' Though he confesses, the ingenuous friend, 
 ' That certain missives, letters of a sort, 
 ' FUghty and feeble, which assigned themselves 1150 
 ' To the wife, no less have fallen, far too oft, 
 ' In his path : wherefrom he understood just this — 
 ' That were they verily the lady's own, 
 ' Why, she who penned them, since he never saw 
 ' Save for one minute the mere face of her, 
 ' Since never had there been the interchange 
 ' Of word with word between them all their life, 
 ' Why, she must be the fondest of the frail, 
 ' And fit, she for the " apage " he flung, 
 ' Her letters for the flame they went to feed. IIGO 
 
 ' But, now he sees her face and hears her speech, 
 ' Much he repents him if, in fancy-freak 
 ' For a moment the minutest measurable, 
 ' He coupled her with the first flimsy word 
 ' 0' the self -spun fabric some mean spider-soul 
 ' Furnished forth : stop his films and stamp on him ! 
 ' Never was such a tangled knottiness, 
 ' But thus authority cuts the Gordian through, 
 ' And mark how her decision suits the need ' 
 ' Here's troublesomeness, scandal on both sides, 
 ' Plenty of fault to find, no absolute crime : 1171 
 
 ' Let each side own its fault and make amends ! 
 / ' What does a priest in cavalier's attire 
 I ' Consorting publicly with vagrant wives 
 I ' In quarters close as the confessional, 
 
11 HALF-ROME /-^-^i^^'^-^'^ ;i GSf^^^-"-^ 
 
 ' Though innocent of harm ? 'Tis harm enough : 
 
 ' Let him pay it, and be relegate a good 
 
 'Three years, to spend in some place not too far J^/^ 
 
 ' Nor yet too near, midway twixt near and far, t^f . . ,...-,,.. .^ 
 
 * Rome and Arezzo, — Civita we choose, 1180 & 
 ' Where he may lounge away time, live at large, . . 
 
 ' Find out the projDer function of a priest, vU^.^^-^t-^ 9*^^- 
 
 ' Nowise an exile, — that were punishment, / ^ ^ 
 
 ' But one our love thus keeps out of harm's way 
 
 ' Not more from the husband's anger than, mayhap 
 
 ' His ow^n . . . say, indiscretion, waywardness, 
 
 ' And wanderings when Easter eves grow warm. 
 
 ' For the wife, — well, our best step to take with her, 
 
 ' On her ow^n showing, were to shift her root 
 
 ' From the old cold shade and unhappy soil 1190 
 
 ' Into a generous ground that fronts the south : 
 
 ' Where, since her callow soul, a-shiver late, 
 
 ' Craved simply warmth and called mere passers-by 
 
 ' To the rescue, she should have her fill of shine. 
 
 * Do house and husband hinder and not help ? 
 ' Why then, forget both and stay here at peace, 
 ' Come into our community, enroll 
 ' Herself along with those good Convertites, 
 ' Those sinners saved, those Magdalens re-made, 
 ' Accept their ministration, well bestow 1200 
 
 * Her body and patiently possess her soul, 
 ' Until we see Avhat better can be done. 
 ' Last for the husband : if his tale prove true, 
 ' Well is he rid of two domestic plagues — 
 ' The wife that ailed, do whatsoever he would, 
 ' And friend of hers that undertook the cure. 
 ' See, what a double load Ave lift from breast ! 
 ' Off he may go, return, resume old life, 
 ' Laugh at the priest here and Pompilia there 
 ' In limbo each and punished for their pains, 1210 
 ' And grateful tell the inquiring neighbourhood — 
 
 * In Rome, no wrong but has its remedy.' 
 The case was closed. Now, am I fair or no 
 In what I utter ? Do I state the facts, 
 Having forechosen a side ? I promised you ! 
 
 ^. 
 
 The Canon Caponsacchi, then, was sent 
 To change his garb, re-trim his tonsure, tie 
 The clerkly silk round, every plait correct, 
 
64 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 Make the impressive entry on his place 
 
 Of relegation, thrill his Civita, 1220 
 
 As Ovid, a hke sufferer in the cause, 
 
 Planted a primrose-patch by Pontus : where, 
 
 What with much culture of the sonnet-stave 
 
 And converse with the aborigines. 
 
 Soft savagery of eyes unused to roll. 
 
 And hearts that all awry went pit-a-pat 
 
 And wanted setting right in charity. 
 
 What were a couple of years to while away ? 
 
 Pompiha, as enjoined, betook herseK 
 
 To the aforesaid Convertites, the sisterhood 1230 
 
 In Via Lungara, where the light ones live, 
 
 Spin, pray, then sing like linnets o'er the flax. 
 
 ' Anywhere, anyhow, out of my husband's house 
 
 ' Is heaven,' cried she, — was therefore suited so. 
 
 But for Count Guido Franceschini, he — 
 
 The injured man thus righted — ^found no heaven 
 
 I' the house when he returned there, I engage, 
 
 Was welcomed by the city turned upside down 
 
 In a chorus of inquiry. ' What, back — ^you ? 
 
 ' And no wife ? Left her with the Penitents ? 1240 
 
 ' Ah, being young and pretty, 'twere a shame 
 
 ' To have her whipped in public : leave the job 
 
 ' To the priests who understand ! Such priests as 
 
 yours — 
 ' (Pontifex Maximus whipped Vestals once) 
 ' Our madcap Caponsacchi : think of him ! 
 ' So, he fired up, showed fight and skill of fence ? 
 ' Ay, you drew also, but you did not fight ! 
 ' The wiser, 'tis a word and a blow with him, 
 ' True Caponsacchi, of old Head-i'-the-Sack 
 ' That fought at Fiesole ere Florence was : 1250 
 
 ' He had done enough, to firk you were too much. 
 ' And did the little lady menace you, 
 ' Make at your breast with your own harmless sword ? 
 ' The spitfire ! Well, thank God you're safe and sound, 
 * Have kept the sixth commandment whether or no 
 ' The lady broke the seventh : I only wish 
 ' I were as saint-hke, could contain me so. 
 ' I am a sinner, I fear I should have left 
 ' Sir Priest no nose-tip to turn up at me ! * 
 You, Sir, who listen but interpose no word, 1260 
 
 Ask yourself, had you borne a baiting thus ? 
 
II HALF-ROME 65 
 
 Was it enough to make a wise man mad ? 
 Oh, but I'll have your verdict at the end ! 
 
 Well, not enough, it seems : such mere hurt falls, 
 
 Frets awhile, and aches long, then less and less, 
 
 And so is done with. Such was not the scheme 
 
 O' the pleasant Comparini : on Guido's wound 
 
 Ever in due succession, drop by drop, 
 
 Came slow distilment from the alembic here 
 
 Set on to simmer by Canidian hate, 1270 
 
 Corrosives keeping the man's misery raw. 
 
 First fire-drop, — when he thought to make the best 
 
 O' the bad, to wring from out the sentence passed, 
 
 Poor, pitiful, absurd although it were, 
 
 Yet what might eke him out result enough 
 
 And make it worth his while he had the right 
 
 And not the wrong i' the matter judged at Rome. 
 
 Inadequate her punishment, no less 
 
 Punished in some slight sort his wife had been ; 
 
 Then, punished for adultery, what else 1 1280 
 
 On such admitted crime he thought to seize, 
 
 And institute procedure in the courts 
 
 Which cut corruption of this kind from man, 
 
 Cast loose a wife proved loose and castaway : 
 
 He claimed in due form a divorce at least. 
 
 This claim was met now by a counterclaim : 
 
 Pompilia sought divorce from bed and board 
 
 Of Guido, whose outrageous cruelty, ^» 
 
 Whose mother's malice and whose brother's hate ■ <^>.'<'- " 
 
 Were just the white o' the charge, such dreadful depths / -.^^^ 
 
 Blackened its centre, — hints of worse than hate, 1291 (T^^'^'^ 
 
 Love from that brother, by that Guido's guile, 
 
 That mother's prompting. Such reply was made. 
 
 So was the engine loaded, wound up, sprung 
 
 On Guido, who received the bolt in breast ; 
 
 But no less bore up, giddily perhaps. 
 
 He had the Abate Paolo still in Rome, 
 
 Brother and friend and fighter on his side : 
 
 They rallied in a measure, met the foe 
 
 Manlike, joined battle in the public courts, 1300 
 
 As if to shame supine law from her sloth : 
 
 And waiting her award, let beat the while 
 
 Arezzo's banter, Rome's buffoonery, 
 
 D 
 
m THE RING AND THE BOOK u 
 
 On tliis ear and on that ear, deaf alike, 
 
 Safe from worse outrage. Let a scorpion nip. 
 
 And never mind till he contorts his tail ! 
 
 But there was sting i' the creature ; thus it struck. 
 
 Guido had thought in his simpUcity — 
 
 That lying declaration of remorse, 
 
 That story of the child which was no child 1310 
 
 And motherhood no motherhood at all, 
 
 — ^That even this sin might have its sort of good 
 
 Inasmuch as no question could be more, 
 
 Call it false, call the story true, no claim 
 
 Of further parentage pretended now : 
 
 The parents had abjured all right, at least, 
 
 I' the woman still his wiie : to plead right now 
 
 Were to declare the abjuration false : 
 
 He was relieved from any fear henceforth 
 
 Their hands might touch, their breath defile again 
 
 Pompilia with his name upon her yet. 1321 
 
 Well, no : the next news was, Pompilia's health 
 
 Demanded change after full three long weeks 
 
 Spent in devotion with the Sisterhood, — 
 
 Rendering sojourn, — so the court opined, — 
 
 Too irksome, since the convent's Avails were high 
 
 And windows narrow, nor was air enough 
 
 Nor light enough, but all looked prison-Hke, 
 
 The last thing which had come in the court's head. 
 
 Propose a new expedient therefore, — this ! 1330 
 
 She had demanded — had obtained indeed, 
 
 By intervention of whatever friends 
 
 Or perhaps lovers — (beauty in distress. 
 
 In one whose tale is the town-talk beside, 
 
 Never lacks friendship's arm about her neck) — 
 
 Not freedom, scarce remitted penalty. 
 
 Solely the transfer to some private place 
 
 Where better air, more light, new food might be — 
 
 Incarcerated (call it, all the same) 
 
 At some sure friend's house she must keep inside, 
 
 Be found in at requirement fast enough, — • 1341 
 
 Domus pro careers, in Roman style. 
 
 You keep the house i' the main, as most men do 
 
 And all good women : but free otherwise. 
 
 Should friends arrive, to lodge and entertain. 
 
 And such a domum, such a dwelling-place. 
 
 Having all Rome to choose from, where chose she ? 
 
II 
 
 HALF-ROME 67 
 
 What house obtained Pompilia's preference ? 
 
 Why, just the Comparini's— just, do you mark. 
 
 Theirs who renounced all part and lot in her 1350 
 
 So long as Guido could be robbed thereby. 
 
 And only fell back on relationship 
 
 And found their daughter safe and sound again 
 
 So soon as that might stab him : yes, the pair 
 
 Who, as I told you, first had baited hook 
 
 With this poor gilded fly PompiUa-thing, 
 
 Then caught the fish, pulled Guido to the shore 
 
 And gutted him, — now found a further use 
 
 For the bait, would trail the gauze wings yet again 
 
 I' the way of what new swimmer passed their stand. 
 
 They took PompiUa to their hiding-place — 13G1 
 
 Not in the heart of Rome as formerly, 
 
 Under observance, subject to control — 
 
 But out o' the way, — or in the way, who knows ? 
 
 That bUnd mute villa lurking by the gate 
 
 At Via Paulina, not so hard to miss 
 
 By the honest eye, easy enough to find 
 
 In twihght by marauders : where perchance 
 
 Some muffled Caponsacchi might repair. 
 
 Employ odd moments when he too tried change, 1370 
 
 Pound that a friend's abode was pleasanter 
 
 Than relegation, penance and the rest. 
 
 Come, here's the last drop does its worst to wound, 
 
 Here's Guido poisoned to the bone, you say, 
 
 Your boasted still's full strain and strength : not so ! 
 
 One master-squeeze from screw shall bring to birth 
 
 The hoard i' the heart o' the toad, hell's quintessence. 
 
 He learned the true convenience of the change, ' ti^ 
 
 And why a convent wants the cheerful hearts (Pr^^-^-^'^^i 
 
 And helpful hands which female straits require, 1380 v '^ « t^ 
 
 When, in the blind mute villa by the gate, ^jf/K. ^, 
 
 PompiUa — what ? sang, danced, saw company ? uJ^ 
 
 —Gave birth, Sir, to a child, his son and heir, (>p^^ -^ 
 
 Or Guido's heir and Caponsacchi's son. i /^ 
 
 I want your word now : what do you say to this ? 
 
 What would say Httle Arezzo and great Rome, 
 
 And what did God say and the devil say 
 
 One at each ear o' the man, the husband, now 
 
 The father ? Why, the overburdened mind 
 
 Broke down, what was a brain became a blaze. 13Q0 
 
^ 68 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 ^ In fury of the moment — (that first news 
 ^ Fell on the Count among his vines, it seems, 
 
 t Doing his farm-work,) — why, he summoned steward, 
 Called in the first four hard hands and stout hearts 
 
 f" From field and furrow, poured forth his appeal, 
 Not to Rome's law and gospel any more, 
 But this clown with a mother or a wife, 
 That clodpole with a sister or a son : 
 And, whereas law and gospel held their peace. 
 What wonder if the sticks and stones cried out ? 1400 
 
 All five soon somehow found themselves at Rome, 
 At the villa door : there was the warmth and Ught — 
 The sense of life so just an inch inside — 
 Some angel must have whispered ' One more chance ! ' 
 
 He gave it : bade the others stand aside : 
 
 Knocked at the door, — ' Who is it knocks ? ' cried one. 
 
 * I will make,' surely Guido's angel said, 
 
 ' One final essay, last experiment, 
 
 ' Speak the word, name the name from out all names 
 
 ' Which, if, — as doubtless strong illusions are, 1410 
 
 ' And strange disguisings whence even truth seems 
 
 false, 
 ' And, for I am a man, I dare not do 
 ' God's work until assured I see with God, — 
 ' If I should bring my hps to breathe that name 
 ' And they be innocent, — nay, by one touch 
 ' Of innocence redeemed from utter guilt, — 
 ' That name will bar the door and bid fate pass. 
 ' I will not say " It is a messenger, 
 ' " A neighbour, even a belated man, 
 ' " Much less your husband's friend, your husband't 
 self : " • 1420 
 
 ' At such appeal the door is bound to ope. 
 ^^ ' But I will say ' — here's rhetoric and to spare ! 
 
 l'\ Why, Sir, the stumbhng-block is cursed and kicked, 
 
 ""'^l X Block though it be ; the name that brought offence 
 , > \ Will bring offence : the burnt child dreads the fire 
 ^ t^s^lthough that fire feed on a taper-wick 
 I Which never left the altar nor singed fly : 
 ^ And had a harmless man tripped you by chance, 
 
 How would you wait him, stand or step aside, 
 ^ When next you heard he rolled your way ? Enough. 
 
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II HALF-ROME 69 
 
 ' Giuseppe Caponsacchi ! ' Guido cried ; 1431 
 
 _A.nd open flew the door : enough again. 
 Vengeance, you know, burst, Uke a mountain-wave 
 That holds a monster in it, over the house. 
 And wiped its filthy four walls free again 
 With a wash of hell-fire, — father, mother, wife. 
 Killed them all, bathed his name clean in their blood, 
 And, reeking so, was caught, his friends and he, 
 Haled hither and imprisoned yesternight 
 0' the day all this was. 1440 
 
 Now the whole is known. 
 And how the old couple come to lie in state 
 Though hacked to pieces, — never, the expert say, 
 So thorough a study of stabbing — while the wife 
 Viper-like, very difficult to slay. 
 Writhes still through every ring of her, poor wretch, 
 At the Hospital hard by — survives, we'll hope, 
 To somewhat purify her putrid soul 
 By full confession, make so much amends 
 While time lasts ; since at day's end die she must. 
 
 For Caponsacchi, — why, they'll have him here, 1451 
 
 The hero of the adventure, who so fit 
 
 To tell it in the coming Carnival ? 
 
 'Twill make the fortune of whate'er saloon 
 
 Hears him recount, with helpful cheek, and eye 
 
 Hotly indignant now, now dewy-dimmed. 
 
 The incidents of flight, pursuit, surprise. 
 
 Capture, with hints of kisses all between — 
 
 While Guido, the most unromantic spouse. 
 
 No longer fit to laugh at since the blood 1460 
 
 Gave the broad farce an all too brutal air, 
 
 Why, he and those our luckless friends of hiis 
 
 May tumble in the straw this bitter day — 
 
 Laid by the heels i' the New Prison, I hear, 
 
 To bide their trial, since trial, and for the life. 
 
 Follows if but for form's sake : yes, indeed ! 
 
 But with a certain issue : no dispute, 
 
 ' Try him,' bids law : formalities oblige : 
 
 But as to the issue, — look me in the face ! — 
 
 If the law thinks to find them guilty. Sir, 14-70 
 
 Master or men — touch one hair of the five, 
 
 Then I say in the name of all that's left 
 
70 THE RING AND THE BOOK ii 
 
 Of honour in Rome, civility i' the world 
 
 Whereof Rome boasts herself the central source, — 
 
 There's an end to all hope of justice more. 
 
 Astrsea's gone indeed, let hope go too ! 
 
 Who is it dares impugn the natural law ? 
 
 Deny God's word ' the faithless wife shall die ' ? 
 
 What, are we blind ? How can we fail to see, 
 
 This crowd of miseries make the man a mark, 1480 
 
 Accumulate on one devoted head 
 
 For our example, yours and mine who read 
 
 Its lesson thus — ' Henceforward let none dare 
 
 ' Stand, like a natural in the public way, 
 
 ' Letting the very urchins twitch his beard 
 
 ' And tweak his nose, to earn a nickname so, 
 
 ' Of the male-Grissel or the modern Job ! ' 
 
 Had Guido, in the twinkhng of an eye. 
 
 Summed up the reckoning, promptly paid himself, 
 
 That morning when he came up with the pair 3490 
 
 At the wayside inn, — exacted his just debt 
 
 By aid of what first mattock, pitchfork, axe 
 
 Came to hand in the helpful stable-yard, 
 
 And with that axe, if providence so pleased, 
 
 Cloven each head, by some Rolando-stroke, 
 
 In one clean cut from crown to clavicle, 
 
 — SleJn the priest-gallant, the wife-paramour, 
 
 Sticking, for all defence, in each skull's cleft 
 
 The rhyme and reason of the stroke thus dealt, 
 
 To-wit, those letters and last evidence 1500 
 
 Of shame, each package in its proper place, — 
 
 Bidding, who pitied, undistend the skulls, — 
 
 I say, the world had praised the man. But no ! 
 
 That were too plain, too straight, too simply just ! 
 
 He hesitates, calls law forsooth to help. 
 
 And law, distasteful to who calls in law 
 
 When honour is beforehand and would serve, ' 
 
 What wonder if law hesitate in turn. 
 
 Plead her disuse to calls o' the kind, reply 
 
 Smiling a little ' 'Tis yourself assess 1510 
 
 ' The worth of what's lost, sum of damage done : 
 
 ' What you touched with so light a finger-tip, 
 
 * You whose concern it was to grasp the thing, 
 
 * Why must law gird herself and grapple with ? 
 
 * Law, alien to the actor whose warm blood 
 
 * Asks heat from law whose veins run lukewarm milk, — 
 
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 HALF-ROME 71 
 
 ^ ' What you dealt lightly with, shall law make ont 
 ' Heinous forsooth ? ' 
 
 Sir, what's the good of law 
 In a case o' the kind ? None, as she all but says. 1520 
 Call in law when a neighbour breaks your fence, 
 Cribs from your field, tampers with rent or lease, 
 Touches the purse or pocket, — but wooes your wife ? 
 No : take the old way trod when men were men ! 
 Guido preferred the new path, — for his pains, 
 Stuck in a quagmire, floundered worse and worse 
 Until he managed somehow scramble back 
 Into the safe sure rutted road once more, 
 ;Revenged his own wrong Hke a gentleman. 
 Once back 'mid the familiar prints, no doubt 1530 
 He made too rash amends for his first fault, 
 Vaulted too loftily over what barred him late, 
 And lit i' the mire again, — the common chance 
 The natural over-energy : the deed 
 Maladroit yields three deaths instead of one, 
 And one life left : for where's the Canon's corpse ? 
 All which is the worse for Guido, but, be frank — 
 The better for you and me and all the world. 
 Husbands of wives, especiallj^ in Rome. 
 The thing is put right, in the old place, — ay, 1540 
 The rod hangs on its nail behind the door. 
 Fresh from the brine : a matter I commend 
 To the notice, during Carnival that's near. 
 Of a certain what's-his-name and jackanapes 
 Somewhat too civil of eves with lute and song 
 > \ About a house here, where I keep a wife. 
 I ! (You, being his cousin, may go tell him so.) . 
 
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 THE OTHER HALF-ROME 
 
 Another day that finds her Hving yet, 
 
 Little Pompilia, with the patient brow 
 
 And lamentable smile on those poor lips, 
 
 And, under the white hospital-array, 
 
 A flower-like body, to frighten at a bruise 
 
 You'd think, yet now, stabbed through and through 
 
 again, 
 Alive i' the ruins. 'T is a miracle. 
 It seems that, when her husband struck her first, 
 She prayed Madonna just that she might five 
 So long as to confess and be absolved ; 10 
 
 And whether it was that, all her sad hfe long, 
 Never before successful in a prayer, 
 This prayer rose with authority too dread, — 
 Or whether, because earth was hell to her, 
 By compensation, when the blackness broke 
 She got one glimpse of quiet and the cool blue, 
 To show her for a moment such things were, — 
 Or else, — as the Augustinian Brother thinks. 
 The friar who took confession from her lip, — 
 When a probationary soul that moves 20 
 
 From nobleness to nobleness, as she, 
 Over the rough way of the world, succumbs. 
 Bloodies its last thorn with unflinching foot, 
 The angels love to do their work betimes, 
 Staunch some wounds here nor leave so much for God. 
 Who knows ? However it be, confessed, absolved. 
 She lies, with overplus of life beside 
 To speak and right herself from first to last, 
 Kight the friend also, lamb-pure, lion-brave, 
 Care for the boy's concerns, to save the son 30 
 
 From the sire, her two-weeks' infant orphaned thus, 
 And — with best smile of all reserved for him — 
 Pardon that sire and husband from the heart. 
 A miracle, so tell your Mohnists ! 
 
Ill THE OTHER HALF-ROME 73 
 
 There she lies in the long white lazar-house. 
 
 Rome has besieged, these two days, never doubt, 
 
 Saint Anna's where she waits her death, to hear 
 
 Though but the chink o' the bell, turn o' the hinge 
 
 When the reluctant wicket opes at last, 
 
 Lets in, on now thif^ and now that pretence, 40t 
 
 Too many by half, — complain the men of art, — 
 
 For a patient in such plight. The lawyers first 
 
 Paid the due visit — justice must be done ; 
 
 They took her witness, why the murder was ; 
 
 Then the priests followed properly, — a soul 
 
 To shrive ; 't was Brother Celestine's own right, 
 
 The same who noises thus her gifts abroad : 
 
 But many more, v/ho found they were old friends, 
 
 Pushed in to have their stare and take their talk 
 
 And go forth boasting of it and to boast. 50 
 
 Old Monna Baldi chatters Mke a jay, 
 
 Swears — but that, prematurely trundled out 
 
 Just as she felt the benefit begin. 
 
 The miracle was snapped up by somebody, — 
 
 Her palsied limb 'gan prick and promise life 
 
 At touch o' the bedclothes merely, — how much more ] 
 
 Had she but brushed the body as she tried ! N^ ^^ 
 
 Cavalier Carlo — well, there 's some excuse • "'^ ' ^ 
 
 For him — Maratta who paints Virgins so — \ JJ 
 
 He too must fee the porter and slip by <30 ^^ 
 
 With pencil cut and paper squared, and straight 
 
 There was he figuring away at face — ^ 
 
 * A lovelier face is not in Rome,' cried he, 
 
 * Shaped like a peacock's egg, the pure as pearl, -t 
 
 * That hatches you anon a snow-white chick.' 
 Then, oh that pair of eyes, that pendent hair. 
 Black this, and black the other ! Mighty fine — 
 But nobody cared ask to paint the same, 
 
 Nor grew a poet over hair and eyes 
 Four little years ago when, ask and have, Id 
 
 The woman who wakes all this rapture leaned 
 Flower-like from out her window long enough. 
 As much uncomplimented as uncropped 
 By comers and goers in Via Vittoria : eh ? 
 'Tis just a flower's fate : past parterre we trip. 
 Till peradventure someone plucks our sleeve- — 
 
 * Yon blossom at the briar's end, that 's the rose 
 
 * Two jealous people fought for yesterday 
 
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74 THE RING AND THE BOOK iii 
 
 ' And killed each other : see, there 's undisturbed 
 ' A pretty pool at the root, of rival red ! ' 80 
 
 Then cry we, ' Ah, the perfect paragon ! ' 
 Then crave we, ' Just one keepsake-leaf for us ! ' 
 
 Truth lies between : there 's anyhow a child 
 
 Of seventeen years, whether a flower or weed, 
 
 Ruined : who did it shall account to Christ — 
 
 Having no pit}^ on the harmless life 
 
 And gentle face and girlish form he found, 
 
 And thus flings back : go practise if you please 
 
 With men and women : leave a child alone 
 
 For Christ's particular love's sake ! — so I say. 90 
 
 Somebody, at the bedside, said much more, 
 
 Took on him to explain the secret cause 
 
 0' the crime : quoth he, ' Such crimes are very rife, 
 
 ' Explode nor make us wonder now-a-days, 
 
 ' Seeing that Antichrist disseminates 
 
 ' That doctrine of the Philosophic Sin : 
 
 * Molinos' sect will soon make earth too hot ! ' 
 
 ' Nay,' groaned the Augustinian, ' what 's there new ? 
 
 ' Crime will not fail to flare up from men's hearts 
 
 ' While hearts are men's and so born criminal ; 100 
 
 ' Which one fact, always old yet ever new, 
 
 ' Accounts for so much crime that, for my part, 
 
 ' Molinos may go whistle to the wind 
 
 ' That waits outside a certain church, you know ! ' 
 
 Though really it does seem as if she here, 
 
 Pompilia, living so and dying thus, 
 
 Has had undue experience how much crime 
 
 A heart can hatch. W^hy was she made to learn 
 
 — ^Not you, not I, not even MoKnos' self — 
 
 What Guido Franceschini's heart could hold ? 110 
 
 Thus saintship is effected probably ; 
 
 No sparing saints the process ! — which the more 
 
 Tends to the reconciling us, no saints, 
 
 To sinnership, immunity and all. 
 
 For see now : Pietro and Violante's life 
 Till seventeen years ago, all Rome might note 
 And quote for happy — see the signs distinct 
 Of happiness as we yon Triton's trump. 
 
Ill THE OTHER HALF-ROME 75 
 
 What could they be but happy ? — balanced so, 
 Nor low i' the social scale nor yet too high, 120 
 
 Nor poor nor richer than comports with ease, 
 Nor bright and envied, nor obscure and scorned, 
 Nor so young that their pleasures fell too thick, 
 Nor old past catching pleasure when it fell, 
 Nothing above, below the just degree. 
 All at the mean where joy's components mix. 
 So again, in the couple's very souls 
 You saw the adequate half with half to match, 
 Each having and each lacking somewhat, both 
 Making a whole that had all and lacked nought ; 130 
 The round and sound, in whose composure just 
 The acquiescent and recipient side 
 Was Pietro's, and the stirring striving one 
 Violante's : both in union gave the due 
 Quietude, enterprise, craving and content. 
 Which go to bodily health and peace of mind. 
 But, as 't is said a body, rightly mixed, 
 Each element in equipoise, would last 
 Too long and live for ever, — accordingly 
 Holds a germ — sand-grain weight too much i' the 
 scale— 140 
 
 Ordained to get predominance one day 
 And so bring all to ruin and release, — 
 Not otherwise a fatal germ lurked here : 
 ' With mortals much must go, but something stays ; 
 ' Nothing will stay of our so happy selves.' 
 Out of the very ripeness of life's core 
 A worm was bred — ' Our hfe shall leave no fruit.' 
 Enough of bliss, they thought, could bliss bear seed, 
 Yield its like, propagate a bliss in turn 
 And keep the kind up ; not supplant themselves 
 But put in evidence, record they were, 151 
 
 Show them, when done with, i' the shape of a child. 
 ' 'T is in a child, man and wife grow complete, 
 ' One flesh : God says so : let him do his work ! * 
 
 Now, one reminder of this gnawing want. 
 One special prick o' the maggot at the core, 
 Always befell when, as the day came round, 
 A certain yearly sum, — our Pietro being, 
 As the long name runs, an usufructuary, — 
 Dropped in the common bag as interest 160 
 
76 THE RING AND THE BOOK iii 
 
 Of money, his till death, not afterward. 
 Failing an heir : an heir would take and take, 
 A child of theirs be wealthy in their place 
 To nobody's hurt — the stranger else seized all. 
 Prosperity rolled river-Uke and stopped. 
 Making their mill go ; but when wheel wore out, 
 The wave would find a space and sweep on free 
 And, half-a-mile off, grind some neighbour's corn. 
 
 Adam-like, Pietro sighed and said no more : 
 
 Eve saw the apple was fair and good to taste, 170 
 
 So, iilucked it, having asked the snake advice. 
 
 She told her husband God was merciful, 
 
 And his and her prayer granted at the last : 
 
 Let the old mill-stone moulder, — wheel unworn, 
 
 Quartz from the quarry, shot into the stream 
 
 Adroitly, should go bring grist as before— 
 
 Their house continued to them by an heir, 
 
 Their vacant heart replenished with a child. 
 
 We have her own confession at full length 
 
 Made in the first remorse : 't was Jubilee 180 
 
 Pealed in the ear o' the conscience and it woke. 
 
 She found she had offended God no doubt. 
 
 So much was plain from what had happened since, 
 
 Misfortune on misfortune ; but she harmed 
 
 No one i' the world, so far as she could see. 
 
 The act had gladdened Pietro to the height, 
 
 Her husband — God himself must gladden so 
 
 Or not at all — (thus much seems probable 
 
 From the impUcit faith, or rather say 
 
 Stupid credulity of the foohsh man 190 
 
 Who swallowed such a tale nor strained a whit 
 
 Even at his wife's far-over-fifty years 
 
 Matching his sixty-and-under.) Him she blessed, 
 
 And as for doing any detriment 
 
 To the veritable heir, — why, tell her first 
 
 Who was he ? Which of all the hands held up 
 
 1' the crowd, would one day gather round their gate. 
 
 Did she so wrong by intercepting thus 
 
 The ducat, spendthrift fortune thought to fling 199 
 
 For a scramble just to make the mob break shins ? 
 
 She kept it, saved them kicks and cuffs thereby. 
 
 While at the least one good work had she wrought. 
 
 Good, clearly and incontestably ! Her cheat — 
 
Ill THE OTHER HALF-ROME 77 
 
 What was it to its subject, the child's self, 
 
 But charity and rehgion ^ See the girl ! 
 
 A body most Hke — a soul too probably — 
 
 Doomed to death, such a double death as waits 
 
 The illicit offspring of a common trull, 
 
 Sure to resent and forthwith rid herself 
 
 Of a mere interruption to sin's trade, 210 
 
 in the efficacious way old Tiber knows. 
 
 Was not so much proved by the ready sale 
 
 O' the child, glad transfer of this irksome chance ? 
 
 Well then, she had caught up this castaway : 
 
 This fragile egg, some careless wild bird dropped. 
 
 She had picked from where it waited the foot-fall. 
 
 And put in her own breast till forth broke finch 
 
 Able to sing God praise on mornings now. 
 
 What so excessive harm was done ? — she asked. 
 
 To which demand the ckeadful answer comes— 220 
 Eor that same deed, now at Lorenzo's church, 
 Both agents, conscious and inconscious, lie ; 
 While she, the deed was done to benefit, 
 Lies also, the most lamentable of things, 
 Yonder where curious people count her breaths. 
 Calculate how long yet the little hfe 
 Unspilt may serve their turn nor spoil the show. 
 Give them their story, then the church its group. 5 
 
 Well, having gained PompiUa, the girl grew 
 
 I' the midst of Pietro here, Violante there, 230 
 
 Each, Hke a semicircle with stretched arms. 
 
 Joining the other round her preciousness — 
 
 Two walls that go about a garden plot 
 
 Where a chance sUver, branchlet sHpt from bole 
 
 Of some tongue-leaved eye-figured Eden tree, 
 
 Filched by two exiles and borne far away, 
 
 Patiently glorifies their solitude, — 
 
 Year by year mounting, grade by grade surmounts 
 
 The builded brick-work, yet is compassed still, 
 
 Still hidden happily and shielded safe,— '^^40 
 
 Else why should miracle have graced the ground ? 
 
 But on the twelfth sun that brought April there 
 
 What meant that laugh? The coping-stone was reached; 
 
 Nay, a light tuft of bloom towered above 
 
 To be toyed with by butterfly or bee. 
 
78 THE RING AND THE BOOK in 
 
 Done good to or else harm to from outside : 
 
 Pompilia's root, stem and a branch or two 
 
 Home enclosed still, the rest would be the world's. 
 
 All which was taught our couple though obtuse, 
 
 Since walls have ears, when one day brought a priest, 
 
 Smooth-mannered sof t-speeched sleek-cheeked visitor, 
 
 The notable Abate Paolo — known 252 
 
 As younger brother of a Tuscan house 
 
 Whereof the actual representative, 
 
 Count Guido, had employed his youth and age 
 
 In culture of Rome's most productive plant — 
 
 A cardinal : but years pass and change comes. 
 
 In token of which, here was our Paolo brought 
 
 To broach a weighty business. Might he speak ? 
 
 Yes — to Violante somehow caught alone 2G0 
 
 While Pietro took his after-dinner doze. 
 
 And the young maiden, busily as befits, 
 
 Minded her broider-frame three chambers off. 
 
 So — giving now his great flap-hat a gloss 
 
 With flat o' the hand between-whiles, soothing now 
 
 The silk from out its creases o'er the calf, 
 
 Setting the stocking clerical again. 
 
 But never disengaging, once engaged. 
 
 The thin clear grey hold of his eyes on her — 
 
 He dissertated on that Tuscan house, 270 
 
 Those Franceschini, — very old they were — 
 
 Not rich however — oh, not rich, at least, 
 
 As people look to be who, low i' the scale 
 
 One way, have reason, rising all they can 
 
 By favour of the money-bag : 't is fair — 
 
 Do all gifts go together ? But do n't suppose 
 
 That being not so rich means all so poor ! 
 
 Say rather, well enough — i' the way, indeed, 
 
 Ha, ha, to better fortune than the best. 
 
 Since if his brother's patron-friend kept faith, 280 
 
 Put into promised play the Cardinalate, 
 
 Their house might wear the red cloth that keeps warm, 
 
 Would but the Count have patience — there's the point! 
 
 For he was slipping into years apace, 
 
 And years make men restless — they needs must see 
 
 Some certainty, some sort of end assured. 
 
 Sparkle, tho' from the topmost beacon-tip 
 
 That warrants life a harbour through the haze. 
 
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 In short, call him fantastic as you choose, \U>J^^ j 
 
 Guido was home-sick, yearned for the old sights 290 /a/cA^ 
 
 And usual faces, — fain would settle himself i^-^v^'^-^ 
 
 And have the patron's bounty when it fell 
 
 Irrigate far rather than deluge near, 
 
 Go fertilize Arezzo, not flood Rome. 
 
 Sooth to say, 't was the wiser wish : the Count 
 
 Proved wanting in ambition, — let us avouch, 
 
 Since truth is best, — in callousness of heart, 
 
 Winced at those pin-pricks whereby honours hang 
 
 A ribbon o'er each puncture : his — no soul 
 
 Ecclesiastic (here the hat was brushed) 300 
 
 Humble but self-sustaining, calm and cold. 
 
 Having, as one who puts his hand to the plough, 
 
 Renounced the over-vivid family-feel — 
 
 Poor brother Guido ! All too plain, he pined 
 
 Amid Rome's pomp and glare for dinginess 
 
 And that dilapidated palace-shell 
 
 Vast as a quarry and, very like, as bare — 
 
 Since to this comes old grandeur now-a-days — 
 
 Or that absurd wild villa in the waste 
 
 O' the hill side, breezy though, for who Ukes air, 310 
 
 Vittiano, nor unpleasant with its vines. 
 
 Outside the city and the summer heats. 
 
 And now his harping on this one tense chord 
 
 The villa and the palace, palace this 
 
 And villa the other, all day and all night 
 
 Creaked Uke the implacable cicala's cry 
 
 And made one's ear-drum ache : nought else would 
 serve 
 
 But that, to hght his mother's visage up 
 
 With second youth, hope, gaiety again, ... ^^v- 
 
 He must find straightway,, woo and haply win 320 '^ 
 
 And bear away triumphant back, some wife. f^\eM -^ 
 
 Well now, the man was rational in his way — ^^h^-" AiK<^^^^^ 
 
 He, the Abate, — ought he to interpose ? |a"X^^ 
 
 Unless by straining still his tutelage 
 
 (Priesthood leaps over elder-brothership) 
 
 Across this difficulty : then let go. 
 
 Leave the poor fellow in peace ! Would that be wrong ? 
 
 There was no making Guido great, it seems. 
 
 Spite of himself : then happy be his dole ! 
 
 Indeed, the Abate's little interest 330 
 
 Was somewhat nearly touched i' the case, they saw : 
 
80 THE RING AND THE BOOK in 
 
 Since if his simple kinsman so were bent, 
 
 Began his rounds in Rome to catch a wife, 
 
 Full soon would such unwoiidhness surprise 
 
 Tiie rare bird, sprinkle salt on phoenix' tail, 
 
 And so secure the nest a sparrow-hawk. 
 
 No lack of mothers here in Rome, — no dread 
 
 Of daughters lured as larks by looking-glass ! 
 
 The first name-pecking credit-scratching fowl 
 
 Would drop her unfledged cuckoo in our nest 340 
 
 To gather greyness there, give voice at length 
 
 And shame the brood . . . but it was long ago 
 
 When crusades were, and we sent eagles forth ! 
 
 No, that at least the Abate could forestall. 
 
 He read the thought within his brother's word, 
 
 Knew what he purposed better than himself. 
 
 We want no name and fame — having our own : 
 
 No worldly aggrandizement — such we fly : 
 
 But if some wonder of a woman's-heart 
 
 Were yet untainted on this grimy earth, 350 
 
 Tender and true — tradition tells of such — 
 
 Prepared to pant in time and tune with ours — 
 
 If some good girl (a girl, since she must take 
 
 The new bent, hve new hfe, adopt new modes) 
 
 Not wealthy — Guido for his rank was poor — 
 
 But with whatever dowry came to hand, 
 
 There were the lady-love predestinate ! 
 
 And somehow the Abate's guardian eye — 
 
 Scintillant, rutilant, fraternal fire, — 
 
 Roving round every way had seized the prize 360. 
 
 — ^The instinct of us, we, the spiritualty ! 
 
 Come, cards on table ; was it true or false 
 
 That here — here in this very tenement — 
 
 Yea, Via Vittoria did a marvel hide, 
 
 Lily of a maiden, white with intact leaf 
 
 Guessed thro' the sheath that saved it from the sun ? 
 
 A daughter with the mother's hands still clasped 
 
 Over her head for fillet virginal, 
 
 A wife worth Guido' s house and hand and heart ? 
 
 He came to see ; had spoken, he could no less — 370 
 
 (A final cherish of the stockinged calf) 
 
 If harm were, — well, the matter was off his mind. 
 
 Then with the great air did he kiss, devout, 
 Violante's hand, and rise up his whole height 
 
Ill THE OTHER HALF-ROME 81 
 
 (A certain purple gleam about the black) 
 
 And go forth grandly, — as if the Pope came next. 
 
 And so Violante rubbed her eyes awhile, 
 
 Got up too, walked to wake her Pietro soon 
 
 And pour into his ear the mighty news 
 
 How somebody had somehow somewhere seen 380 
 
 Their tree-top-tuft of bloom above the wall. 
 
 And came now to apprise them the tree's self 
 
 Was no such crab-sort as should feed the swine, 
 
 But veritable gold, the Hesperian ball 
 
 Ordained for Hercules to haste and pluck. 
 
 And bear and give the Gods to banquet with — 
 
 Hercules standing ready at the door. 
 
 Whereon did Pietro rub his eyes in turn, 
 
 Look very wise, a little woeful too. 
 
 Then, periwig on head, and cane in hand, 390 
 
 Sally forth dignifiedly into the Square 
 
 Of Spain across Babbuino the six steps, 
 
 Toward the Boat-fountain where our idlers lounge, — 
 
 Ask, for form's sake, who Hercules might be, 
 
 And have congratulation from the world. 
 
 Heartily laughed the world in his fool's-face 
 
 And told him Hercules was just the heir 
 
 To the stubble once a corn-field, and brick-heap 
 
 Where used to be a dwelling-place now burned. 
 
 Guido and Francescliini ; a Count, — ay : 400 
 
 But a cross i' the poke to bless the Countship ? No ! 
 
 All gone except sloth, pride, rapacity, 
 
 Humours of the imposthume incident 
 
 To rich blood that runs thin, — nursed to a head 
 
 By the rankly-salted soil — a cardinal's court 
 
 Where, parasite and picker-up of crumbs, 
 
 He had hung on long, and now, let go, said some, 
 
 But shaken off, said others, — in any case 
 
 Tired of the trade and something worse for wear, 
 
 Was wanting to change town for country quick, 410 
 
 Go home again : let Pietro help liim home ! 
 
 The brother, Abate Paolo, shrewder mouse. 
 
 Had pricked for comfortable quarters, inched 
 
 Into the core of Rome, and fattened so ; 
 
 But Guido, over-burly for rat's hole 
 
 Suited to clerical slimness, starved outside, 
 
 Must shift for himself : and so the shift was this 1 
 
82 THE RING AND THE BOOK m 
 
 What, was the snug retreat of Pietro tracked, 
 
 The little provision for his old age snuffed ? 
 
 * Oh, make your girl a lady, an you hst, 420 
 
 ' But have more mercy on our wit than vaunt 
 
 ' Your bargain a^ we burgesses who brag ! 
 
 ' Why, Goodman Dullard, if a friend must speak, 
 
 ' Would the Count, think you, stoop to you and yours 
 
 ' Were there the value of one penny-piece 
 
 ' To rattle 'twixt his palms — or likelier laugh, 
 
 ' Bid your Pompilia help you black his shoe ? ' 
 
 Home again, shaking oft the puzzled pate, 
 
 Went Pietro to announce a change indeed. 
 
 Yet point Violante where some solace lay 430 
 
 Of a rueful sort, — the taper, quenched so soon, 
 
 Had ended merely in a snuff, not stink — 
 
 Congratulate there was one hope the less 
 
 Not misery the more : and so an end. 
 
 The marriage thus impossible, the rest 
 Followed : our spokesman, Paolo, heard his fate, 
 Resignedly Count Guido bore the blow : 
 Violante wiped away the transient tear. 
 Renounced the playing Danae to gold dreams, 
 Praised much her Pietro's prompt sagaciousness, 440 
 Found neighbours' envy natural, lightly laughed 
 At gossips' malice, fairly wrapped herself 
 In her integrity three folds about. 
 And, letting pass a little day or two, 
 J Threw, even over that integrity, 
 j 'Another wrappage, namely one thick veil 
 « That hid her, matron-wise, from head to foot, 
 "xJ And, by the hand holding a girl veiled too, 
 . ^ Stood, one dim end of a December day. 
 
 In Saint Lorenzo on the altar-step — 450 
 
 y Just where she lies now and that girl will lie — 
 ^X^z Only with fifty candles' company 
 
 Now — in the place of the poor winking one 
 
 Which saw,— doors shut and sacristan made sure,-;r 
 
 A priest — perhaps Abate Paolo — wed 
 
 Guido clandestinely, irrevocably 
 
 To his Pompilia aged thirteen years 
 
 And five months, — witness the church register, — 
 
 Pompilia, (thus become Count Guido's wife 
 
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 m THE OTHER HALF-ROME 83 
 
 Clandestinely, irrevocably his,) 460 
 
 Who all the while had borne, from first to last. 
 
 As brisk a part i' the bargain, as yon lamb, "S^ 
 
 Brought forth from basket and set out for sale, ^ 
 
 Bears while they chaffer, wary market-man >3 
 
 And voluble housewife, o'er it, — each in turn 
 
 Patting the curly calm inconscious head, 
 
 With the shambles ready round the corner there, 
 
 When the talk 's talked out and a bargain struck. 
 
 Transfer complete, why, Pietro was apprised. ^ 
 
 Violante sobbed the sobs and prayed the prayers 
 
 And said the serpent tempted so she fell, 471 ^ 
 
 Till Pietro had to clear his brow apace ' J 
 
 And make the best of matters : wrath at first, — X^ 
 
 How else ? pacification presently, •?! 
 
 Why not ? — could flesh withstand the impurpled one, 
 
 The very Cardinal, Paolo's patron-friend ? 
 
 Who, justifiably surnamed ' a hinge ', .. , 
 
 Knew where the mollifying oil should drop \ ^ 
 
 To cure the creak o' the valve, — considerate 
 
 For frailty, patient in a naughty world, 480 
 
 He even volunteered to supervise 
 
 The rough draught of those marriage-articles 
 
 Signed in a hurry by Pietro, since revoked : ^ 
 
 Trust 's politic, suspicion does the harm, j> 
 
 There is but one way to brow-beat this world, j 
 
 Dumb-founder doubt, and repay scorn in kind, — 5 
 
 To go on trusting, namely, till faith move /* 
 
 Mountains. ^ 
 
 And faith here made the mountains move. 
 Why, friends whose zeal cried ' Caution ere too late ! ' — 
 Bade ' Pause ere jump, with both feet joined, on 
 slough ! ' — 491 
 
 Counselled ' If rashness then, now temperance ! ' — 
 Heard for their pains that Pietro had closed eyes. 
 Jumped and was in the middle of the mire, 
 Money and all, just what should sink a man. 
 By the mere marriage, Guido gained forthwith 
 Dowry, his wife's right ; no rescinding there : 
 But Pietro, why must he needs ratify 
 One gift Violante gave, pay down one doit 
 Promised in first fool's-flurry ? Grasp the bag 500 
 
84 THE RING AND THE BOOK iii 
 
 Lest the son 's service flag, — is reason and rh3^me, 
 
 Above all when the son 's a son-in-law. 
 
 Words to the wind ! The parents cast their lot 
 
 Into the lap o' the daughter : and the son 
 
 Now with a right to lie there, took what fell, 
 
 Pietro's whole having and holding, house and field, 
 
 Goods, chattels and effects, liis worldly worth 
 
 Present and in perspective, all renounced 
 
 In favour of Guido. As for the usufruct — 
 
 The interest now, the principal anon, 510 
 
 Would Guido please to wait, at Pietro's death : 
 
 Till when, he must support the couple's charge. 
 
 Bear with them, housemates, pensionaries, pawned 
 
 To an alien for fulfilment of their pact. 
 
 Guido should at discretion deal them orts. 
 
 Bread-bounty in Arezzo the strange place, — 
 
 They who had lived deliciously and rolled 
 
 Rome's choicest comfit 'neath the tongue before. 
 
 Into this quag, ' jump ' bade the Cardinal ! 
 
 And neck-deep in a minute there flounced they. 520 
 
 But they touched bottom at Arezzo : there — 
 
 Four months' experience of how craft and greed 
 
 Quickened by penury and pretentious hate 
 
 Of plain truth, brutify and bestialize, — 
 
 Four months' taste of apportioned insolence. 
 
 Cruelty graduated, dose by dose 
 
 Of ruffianism dealt out at bed and board. 
 
 And lo, the work was done, success clapped hands. 
 
 The starved, stripped, beaten brace of stupid dupes 
 
 Broke at last in their desperation loose, 530 
 
 Fled away for their fives, and lucky so ; 
 
 Found their account in casting coat afar 
 
 And bearing off a shred of skin at least : 
 
 Left Guido lord o' the prey, as the Hon is. 
 
 And, careless what came after, carried their wrongs 
 
 To Rome, — I nothing doubt, with such remorse 
 
 As folly feels, since pain can make it wise. 
 
 But crime, past wisdom, which is innocence. 
 
 Needs not be plagued with till a later day. 
 
 Pietro went back to beg from door to door, 540 
 
 In hope that memory not quite extinct 
 
 Of cheery days and festive nights would move 
 
Ill THE OTHER HALF-ROME 85 
 
 Friends and acquaintance — after the natural laugh, 
 
 And tributary ' Just as we foretold — ' 
 
 To show some bowels, give the dregs o' the cup, 
 
 Scraps of the trencher, to their host that was, 
 
 Or let him share the mat mth the mastiff, he 
 
 Who Uved large and kept open house so long. 
 
 Not so Violante : ever a-head i' the march, 
 
 Quick at the bye-road and the cut-across, 550 
 
 She went first to the best adviser, God — 
 
 Whose finger unmistakably was felt -^j^ 
 
 In all this retribution of the past. ^ 
 
 Here was the prize of sin, luck of a lie ! >.^u| 
 
 But here too was the Holy Year would help, V 
 
 Bound to rid sinners of sin vulgar, sin ^ 4 
 
 Abnormal J sin prodigious, up to sin 'S-js^ 
 
 Impossible and supposed for Jubilee' sake : 
 
 To lift the leadenest of Kes, let soar 
 
 The soul unhampered by a feather-weight. 560 
 
 ' I will ' said she ' go burn out this bad hole 
 
 * That breeds the scorpion, baulk the plague at least 
 ' Its hope of further creeping progeny : 
 
 * I will confess my fault, be punished, yes, 
 
 ' But pardoned too : Saint Peter pays for all.' 
 
 So, with the crowd she mixed, made for the dome. 
 
 Through the great door new-broken for the nonce 
 
 Marched, muffled more than ever matron-wise, 
 
 Up the left nave to the formidable throne, 
 
 Fell into file with this the poisoner 570 
 
 And that the parricide, and reached in turn 
 
 The poor repugnant Penitentiary 
 
 Set at this gully-hole o' the world's discharge 
 
 To help the frightfullest of filth have vent. 
 
 And then knelt down and whispered in his ear 
 
 How she had bought Pompiha, palmed the babe 
 
 On Pietro, passed the girl off as their child 
 
 To Guido, and defrauded of his due 
 
 This one and that one, — more than she could name. 
 
 Until her solid piece of wickedness 580 
 
 Happened to split and spread woe far and wide : 
 
 Contritely now she brought the case for cure. 
 
 Replied the throne — ' Ere God forgive the guilt, 
 
 * Make man some restitution ! Do your part ! 
 
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 * The owners of your husband's heritage, 
 
 ' Barred thence by this pretended birth and heir, — 
 
 ' Tell them, the bar came so, is broken so, 
 
 ' Theirs be the due reversion as before ! 
 
 ' Your husband who, no partner in the guilt, 
 
 ' Suffers the penalty, led blindfold thus 590 
 
 ' By love of what he thought his flesh and blood 
 
 ' To alienate his all in her behalf, — 
 
 ' Tell him too such contract is null and void ! 
 
 ' Last, he who personates your son-in-law, 
 
 ' Who with sealed eyes and stopped ears, tame and 
 
 mute, 
 ' Took at your hand that^ bastar d of a who re 
 ' You called your daughter anSTie calls his wife, — 
 ' Tell him, and bear the anger which is just ! 
 ' Then, penance so performed, may pardon be ! ' 
 
 Who could gainsay this just and right award ? GOO 
 Nobody in the world : but, out o' the world, 
 Who knows ? — might timid intervention be 
 From any makeshift of an angel-guide, 
 Substitute for celestial guardianship. 
 Pretending to take care of the girl's self : 
 
 * Woman, confessing crime is healthy work, 
 
 * And teUing truth relieves a liar like you, 
 
 ' But what of her my unconsidered charge ? 
 
 ' No thought of, while this good befalls yourself, 
 
 ' What in the way of harm may find out her ? ' 010 
 
 No least thought, I assure you : truth being truth, 
 
 Tell it and shame the devil ! 
 
 Said and done : 
 Home went Violante and disbosomed all : 
 And Pietro who, six months before, had borne 
 Word after word of such a piece of news 
 Like so much cold steel inched through his breast- 
 blade, 
 Now at its entry gave a leap for joy, 
 As who — what did I say of one in a quag ? — 
 Should catch a hand from heaven and spring thereby 
 Out of the mud, on ten toes stand once more. 621 
 
 * What ? All that used to be, may be again ? 
 ' My money mine again, my house, my land, 
 
 ' My chairs and tables, all mine evermore ? 
 ' What, the girl's dowry never was the girl's, 
 
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 * And, unpaid yet, is never now to pay ? 
 
 * Then the girl's self, my pale Pompilia child 
 
 ' That used to be my own with her great eyes — 
 
 * He who drove us forth, why should he keep her 
 
 ' When proved as very a pauper ^as himself ? 630 
 
 * Will she come back, with nothing changed at all, 
 ' And laugh " But how you dreamed uneasily ! 
 
 * " I saw the great drops stand here on your brow — 
 
 * " Did I do wrong to wake you with a kiss ? " 
 ' No, indeed, darUng ! No, for wide awake 
 
 ' I see another outburst of surprise : 
 
 ' The lout-lord, bully-beggar, braggart-sneak, 
 
 ' Who not content with cutting purse, crops ear — 
 
 ' Assuredly it shall be salve to mine 
 
 ' When this great news red-letters him, the rogue I 
 
 ' Ay, let him taste the teeth o' the trap, this fox, 641 
 
 ' Give us our lamb back, golden fleece and all, 
 
 ' Let her creep in and warm our breasts again ! 
 
 ' What care for the past ? — we three are our old selves, 
 
 ' Who know now what the outside world is worth.' 
 
 And so, he carried c^se before the courts ; 
 
 And there Violante, blushing to the bone, 
 
 Made public declaration of her fault. 
 
 Renounced her motherhood, and prayed the law 
 
 To interpose, frustrate of its effect 650 
 
 Her folly, and redress the injury done. 
 
 Whereof was the disastrous consequence, {J^^^^xAa^ 
 
 That though indisputably clear the case t 
 
 (For thirteen years are not so large a lapse, ^..l^es^jti. 
 
 And still six witnesses survived in Rome "" LA^Ai^ 
 
 To prove the truth o' the tale)— yet, patent wrong t^i^^^Y^"^ 
 
 Seemed Guido's ; the first cheat had chanced on him : ' f 
 
 Here was the pity that, deciding right, 
 
 Those who began the wrong would gain the good. ^^l^^ZJU 
 
 Guido pronounced the story one long lie 660 
 
 Lied to do robbery and take revenge : uLtAM^*-^ 
 
 Or say it were no lie at all but truth. 
 
 Then, it both robbed the right heirs and shamed him ^.^^^^^a^^j^^ 
 
 Without revenge to humanize the deed : \ ■ 
 
 What had he done when first they shamed him thus ? 
 
 But that were too fantastic : losels they, 
 
 And leasing this world's-wonder of a He, 
 
 Thev lied to blot him though it brand themselves. 
 
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 So answered Giiido through the Abate's mouth. 
 Wherefore the court, its customary way, 670 
 
 Inchned to the middle course the sage affect — 
 They held the child to be a changeling, — good : 
 But, lest the husband got no good thereby. 
 They willed the dowry, though not hers at all, 
 Should yet be his, if not by right then grace — 
 Part-payment for the plain injustice done. 
 But then, that other contract, Pietro's work. 
 Renunciation of his own estate. 
 That must be cancelled — give him back his goods, 
 He was no party to the cheat at least ! 680 
 
 So ran the judgment : — whence a prompt appeal 
 On both sides, seeing right is absolute. 
 Cried Pietro ' Is Pompilia not my child ? 
 ' Why give her my child's dowry ? ' — ' Have I right 
 ' To the dowry, why not to the rest as well ? ' 
 Cried Guido, or cried Paolo in his name : 
 Till law said ' Reinvestigate the case ! ' 
 And so the matter pends, unto this day. 
 
 Hence new disaster — that no outlet seemed ; 
 
 Whatever the fortune of the battle-field, 690 
 
 No path whereby the fatal man might march 
 
 Victorious, wreath on head and spoils in hand, 
 
 And back turned full upon the baffled foe, — 
 
 Nor cranny whence, desperate and disgraced, 
 
 Stripped to the skin, he might be fain to crawl 
 
 Worm-like, and so away with his defeat 
 
 To other fortune and the novel prey. 
 
 No, he was pinned to the place there, left alone 
 
 With his immense hate and, the sohtary 
 
 Subject to satisfy that hate, his wife. 700 
 
 ' Cast her off ? Turn her naked out of doors ? 
 
 ' Easily said ! But still the action pends, 
 
 ' Still dowry, principal and interest, 
 
 ' Pietro's possessions, all I bargained for, — 
 
 ' Any good day, be but my friends alert, 
 
 ' May give them me if she continue mine. 
 
 ' Yet, keep her ? Keep the puppet of my foes — 
 
 ' Her voice that hsps me back their curse — her eye 
 
 ' They lend their leer of triumph to — her lip 
 
 ' I touch and taste their very filth upon ? ' 710 
 
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 In short, he also took the middle course 
 
 Rome taught him — did at last excogitate 
 
 How he might keep the good and leave the bad 
 
 Twined in revenge, yet extricable, — nay 
 
 Make the very hate's eruption, very rush 
 
 Of the unpent sluice of cruelty reUeve 
 
 His heart first, then go fertilize his field. 
 
 What if the girl-wife, tortured with due care. 
 
 Should take, as though spontaneousl}^ the road 
 
 It were impohtic to thrust her on ? 720 
 
 If, goaded, she broke out in full revolt, 
 
 Followed her parents i' the face o' the world, 
 
 Branded as runaway not castaway, 
 
 Self -sentenced and self -punished in the act ? 
 
 So should the loathed form and detested face 
 
 Launch themselves into hell and there be lost 
 
 While he looked o'er the brink with folded arms ; 
 
 So should the heaped-up shames go shuddering back 
 
 O' the head o' the heapers, Pietro and his wife, 
 
 And bury in the breakage three at once : 730 
 
 While Guido, left free, no one right renounced. 
 
 Gain present, gain prospective, all the gain. 
 
 None of the wife except her rights absorbed, 
 
 Should ask law what it was law paused about — 
 
 If law were dubious still whose word to take, 
 
 The husband's — dignified and derelict, 
 
 Or the wife's — the . . what I tell you. It should be. 
 
 Guido's first step was to take pen, indite i.^ 
 
 A letter to the Abate, — not his own, , • -. ^ 
 
 His wife's, — she should re- write, sign, seal and send. \^.-'-vio*:; 
 
 She liberally told the household-news, 741 -^^^ 
 
 Rejoiced her vile progenitors were fled, 
 
 Revealed their malice — how they even laid ^ ^: -^'^ 
 
 A last injunction on her, when they fled. 
 
 That she should forthwith find a paramour, 
 
 Complot with him to gather spoil enough 
 
 Then burn the house down, — taking previous care 
 
 To poison all its inmates overnight, — 
 
 And so companioned, so provisioned too, 
 
 Follow to Rome and all join fortunes gay. 750 
 
 This letter, traced in pencil-characters, 
 
 Guido as easily got retraced in ink 
 
 By his wife's pen, guided from end to end, 
 
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 As it had been just so much Hebrew, Sir : 
 
 For why ? That wife could broider, sing perhaps, 
 
 Pray certainly, but no more read than write 
 
 This letter ' which j^et write she must,' he said 
 
 ' Being half courtesy and comphment, 
 
 ' Half sisterliness : take the thing on trust ! ' 
 
 She had as readily re-traced the words 760 
 
 Of her own death-warrant, — in some sort 't was so. 
 
 This letter the Abate in due course 
 
 Communicated to such curious souls 
 
 In Rome as needs must pry into the cause 
 
 Of quarrel, why the Comparini fled 
 
 The Franceschini, whence the grievance grew. 
 
 What the hubbub meant : ' Nay, — see the wife's own 
 
 word, 
 ' Authentic answer ! Tell detractors too 
 ' There 's a plan formed, a programme figured here 
 ' — Pray God no after-practice put to proof, 770 
 
 * This letter cast no light upon, one day ! ' 
 
 So much for what should work in Rome, — back now 
 
 To Arezzo, go on with the project there, 
 
 Forward the next step with as bold a foot, 
 
 And plague PompiHa to the height, you see ! 
 
 Accordingly did Guido set himself 
 
 To worry up and down, across, around. 
 
 The woman, hemmed in by her household-bars, — 
 
 Chased her about the coop of daily life. 
 
 Having first stopped each outlet thence save one 
 
 Which, like bird with a ferret in her haunt, 781 
 
 She needs must seize as sole way of escape 
 
 Though there was tied and twdttering a decoy 
 
 To seem as if it tempted, — ^just the plume 
 
 0' the popinjay, and not a respite there 
 
 From tooth and clav/ of something in the dark, — 
 
 Giuseppe Caponsacchi. 
 
 Now begins 
 The tenebrific passage of the tale : 
 How hold a light, display the cavern's gorge ? 700 
 How, in this phase of the affair, show truth ? 
 Here is the dying wife who smiles and says 
 ' So it was, — so it was not, — how it was, ^ 
 
 ' I never knew nor ever care to know — ' 
 Till they all weep, physician, man of law, 
 
Ill THE OTHER HALF-ROME 91 
 
 Even that poor old bit of battered brass 
 
 Beaten out of all shape by the world's sins, 
 
 Common utensil of the lazar-house — 
 
 Confessor Celestinp groans ' 'T is truth, 
 
 ' All truth and only truth : there 's something else, 
 
 ' Some presence in the room beside us all, 801 
 
 ' Something that every lie expires before : 
 
 ' Nq^ question she was pure from first to last.' 
 
 So far is well and helps us to believe : 
 
 But beyond, she the helpless, simple-sweet 
 
 Or silly-sooth, unskilled to break one blow 
 
 At her good fame by putting finger forth, — 
 
 How can she render service to the truth ? 
 
 The bird says ' So I fluttered where a springe 809 
 
 ' Caught me : the springe did not contrive itself, 
 
 ' That I know : who contrived it, God forgive ! ' 
 
 But we, who hear no voice and have dry eyes, 
 
 Must ask, — we cannot else, absolving her, — 
 
 How of the part played by that same decoy 
 
 I' the catching, caging ? Was himself caught first ? 
 
 We deal here with no innocent at least, 
 
 No witless victim, — he 's a man of the age 
 
 And a priest beside, — persuade the mocking world 
 
 Mere charity boiled over in this sort ! 
 
 He whose own safety too, — (the Pope 's apprised — 
 
 Good-natured with the secular offence, 821 
 
 The Pope looks grave on priesthood in a scrape) 
 
 Our priest's own safety therefore, may-be life. 
 
 Hangs on the issue ! You will find it hard. 
 
 Guido is here to meet you with fixed foot. 
 
 Stiff like a statue — ' Leave what went before ! 
 
 ' My Avife fled i' the company of a priest, 
 
 * Spent two days and two nights alone with him : 
 
 ' Leave what came after ! ' He is hard to throw. 
 
 Moreover priests are merely flesh and blood ; 830 
 
 When we get weakness, and no guilt beside. 
 
 We have no such great ill-fortune : finding grey, 
 
 We gladly call that white which might be black, 
 
 Too used to the double-dye. So, if the priest 
 
 Moved by Pompilia's youth and beauty, gave 
 
 Way to the natural weakness. . . . Anyhow 
 
 Here be facts, charactery ; what they spell 
 
 Determine, and thence pick what sense you may ! 
 
 There was a certain 3^oung bold handsome priest 
 
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 Popular in the city, far and wide 840 
 
 Famed, for Arezzo 's but a little place, 
 
 As the best of good companions, gay and grave 
 
 At the decent minute ; settled in his stall, 
 
 Or sideUng, lute on lap, by lady's couch, 
 
 Ever the courtly Canon : see in such 
 
 A star shall climb apace and culminate, 
 
 Have its due handbreadth of the heaven at Rome, 
 
 Though meanwhile pausing on Arezzo's edge. 
 
 As modest candle 'mid the mountain fog. 
 
 To rub off redness and rusticity 850 
 
 Ere it sweep chastened, gain the silver-sphere. 
 
 Whether through Guido's absence or what else. 
 
 This Caponsacchi, favourite of the town. 
 
 Was yet no friend of his nor free o' the house, 
 
 Though both moved in the regular magnates' march — 
 
 Each must observe the other's tread and halt 
 
 At church, saloon, theatre, house of play. 
 
 Who could help noticing the husband's slouch, 
 
 The black of his brow — or miss the news that buzzed 
 
 Of how the little solitary wife 8G0 
 
 Wept and looked out of window all day long ? 
 
 What need of minute search into such springs 
 
 As start men, set o' the move ? — machinery 
 
 Old as earth, obvious as the noonday sun. 
 
 Why, take men as they come, — an instance now, — 
 
 Of all those who have simply gone to see 
 
 Pompilia on her deathbed since four days, 
 
 Half at the least are, call it how you please. 
 
 In love with her — I don't except the priests 
 
 Nor even the old confessor whose eyes run 870 
 
 Over at what he styles his sister's voice 
 
 Who died so early and weaned him from the world. 
 
 Well, had they viewed her ere the paleness pushed 
 
 The last o' the red o' the rose away, while yet 
 
 Some hand, adventurous 'twixt the wind and her, 
 
 Might let the life run back and raise the flower 
 
 Rich with reward up to the guardian's face, — 
 
 Would they have kept that hand employed the 
 
 same 
 At fumbling on with prayer-book pages ? No ! 
 Men are men : why then need I say one word 880 
 More than this, that our man the Canon here 
 Saw, pitied, loved Pompilia ? 
 
 
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 This is why ; 
 This startling why : that Caponsacchi's self — 
 Whom foes and friends alike avouch, for good 
 Or ill, a man of truth whate'er betide, 
 Intrepid altogether, reckless too 
 How his own fame and fortune, tossed to the winds, 
 Suffer by any turn the adventure take, 889 
 
 Nay, more — not thrusting, like a badge to hide, 
 'Twixt shirt and skin a joy which shown is shame — 
 But flirting flag-like i' the face o' the world 
 This tell-tale kerchief, this conspicuous love 
 For the lady, — oh, called innocent love, I know ! 
 Only, such scarlet fiery innocence 
 As most men would try muffle up in shade, — 
 — 'Tis strange then that this else abashless mouth 
 Should yet maintain, for truth's sake which is God's, -- -T> 
 That it was not he made the first advance, -f^ 
 
 That, even ere word had passed between the two, 
 Pompilia penned him letters, passionate prayers, ^ J^ 
 
 If not love, then so simulating love 902 m^"^ '" //D 
 
 Turnecl from such over-luscious honey-clot 
 
 That he, no novice to the taste of thyme, 
 
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 At end o' the flower, and would not lend his hp ' 
 
 Till . . but the tale here frankly outsoars faith : 
 
 There must be falsehood somewhere. For her part, ^.■. 
 
 PompiUa quietly constantly avers rX^^f~^iJ"vC 
 
 She never penned a letter in her life ^ ^ '^* "^ 
 
 Nor to the Canon nor any other man, 910 ' t 
 
 Being incompetent to write and read : 
 
 Nor had she ever uttered word to him, nor he 
 
 To her till that same evening when they met, 
 
 She on her window-terrace, he beneath 
 
 I' the public street, as was their fateful chance, 
 
 And she adjured him in the name of God 
 
 Find out and bring to pass where, when and how 
 
 Escape with him to Rome might be contrived. 
 
 Means found, plan laid and time fixed, she avers. 
 
 And heart assured to heart in lo3^alty, 920 
 
 All at an impulse ! All extemporized 
 
 As in romance-books ! Is that credible ? 
 
 Well, yes : as she avers this with calm mouth 
 
 Dying, I do think ' Credible ! ' you'd cry — 
 
 Did not the priest's voice come to break the spell : 
 
 They questioned him apart, as the custom is, 
 
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 When first the matter made a noise at Rome, 
 
 And he, calm, constant then as she is now, 
 
 For truth's sake did assert and reassert 
 
 Those letters called him to her and he came, 930 
 
 — Which damns the story credible otherwise. 
 
 Why should this man, — mad to devote himself, 
 
 Careless what comes of his own fame, the first, — 
 
 Be studious thus to publish and declare 
 
 Just what the lightest nature loves to hide. 
 
 Nor screen a lady from the byword's laugh 
 
 ' First spoke the lady, last the cavalier ! ' 
 
 — I say, — why should the man tell truth just here 
 
 When graceful lying meets such ready shrift ? 
 
 Or is there a first moment for a priest 940 
 
 As for a woman, when invaded shame 
 
 Must have its first and last excuse to show ? 
 
 Do both contrive love's entry in the mind 
 
 Shall look, i' the manner of it, a surprise, 
 
 That after, once the flag o' the fort hauled down. 
 
 Effrontery may sink drawbridge, open gate. 
 
 Welcome and entertain the conqueror ? 
 
 Or what do you say to a touch of the devil's worst ? 
 
 Can it be that the husband, he who wrote 
 
 The letter to his brother I told you of, 950 
 
 I' the name of her it meant to criminate, — 
 
 What if he wrote those letters to the priest ? 
 
 Further the priest says, when it first befell. 
 
 This folly o' the letters, that he checked the flow. 
 
 Put them back lightly each with its reply. 
 
 Here again vexes new discrepancy : 
 
 There never reached her eye a word from him ; 
 
 He did write but she could not read — she could 
 
 Burn what offended wifehood, womanhood, 
 
 So did burn : never bade him come to her, 960 
 
 Yet when it proved he must come, let him come, 
 
 And when he did come though uncalled, she spoke 
 
 Prompt by an inspiration : thus it was. 
 
 Will you go somewhat back to understand ? 
 
 When first, pursuant to his plan, there sprang, 
 
 Like an uncaged beast, Guido's cruelty 
 
 On the weak shoulders of his wife, she cried 
 
 To those whom law appoints resource for such, 
 
 The secular guardian — that 's the Governor, 96i> 
 
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 And the Archbishop, — that 's the spiritual guide, 
 
 And prayed them take the claws from out her flesh. 
 
 Now, this is ever the ill consequence 
 
 Of being noble, poor and difficult. 
 
 Ungainly, yet too great to disregard, — 
 
 That the born peers and friends hereditary 
 
 Though disinclined to help from their ovvn store 
 
 The opprobrious wight, put j^enny in his poke 
 
 From purse of theirs or leave the door ajar 
 
 When he goes wistful by at dinner-time, — 
 
 Yet, if his needs conduct him where they sit 980 
 
 Smugly in office, judge this, bishop that. 
 
 Dispensers of the shine and shade o' the place — 
 
 And if, the friend's door shut and purse undrawn, 
 
 The potentate may find the office-hall 
 
 Do as good service at no cost — give helj) 
 
 By-the-bye, pay up traditional dues at once 
 
 Just through a feather-weight too much i' the scale, 
 
 A finger-tip forgot at the balance-tongue, — 
 
 Why, only churls refuse, or Molinists. 
 
 Thus when, in the first roughness of surprise 990- 
 
 At Guido's wolf -face whence the sheepskin fell, 
 
 The frightened couple, all bewilderment, 
 
 Rushed to the Governor, — who else rights wrong ? 
 
 Told him their tale of wrong and craved redress — 
 
 Why, then the Governor woke up to the fact 
 
 That Guido was a friend of old, poor Count ! — 
 
 So, promptly paid his tribute, promised the pair. 
 
 Wholesome chastisement should soon cure their 
 
 qualms 
 Next time they came and prated and told lies : 
 Which stopped all prating, sent them dumb to Rome. 
 Well, now it was Pompiha's turn to try : 1001 
 
 The troubles pressing on her, as I said. 
 Three times she rushed, maddened by misery, 
 To the other mighty man, sobbed out her pra^^er 
 At footstool of the Archbishop — fast the friend 
 Of her husband also ! Oh, good friends of yore ! 
 So, the Archbishop, not to be outdone 
 By the Governor, break custom more than he. 
 Thrice bade the foolish woman stoj) her tongue, 
 Unloosed her hands from harassing his gout, 1010 
 
 Coached her and carried her to the Count again, 
 — His old friend should be master in his house. 
 
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 Rule his wife and correct her faults at need ! 
 
 Well, driven from post to pillar in this wise, 
 
 She, as a last resource, betook herself 
 
 To one, should be no family-friend at least, 
 
 A simple friar o' the city ; confessed to him, 
 
 Then told how fierce temptation of release 
 
 By self -dealt death was busy with her soul, 1019 
 
 And urged that he put this in words, write plain 
 
 For one who could not write, set down her prayer 
 
 That Pietro and Violante, parent-like 
 
 If somehow not her parents, should for love 
 
 Come save her, pluck from out the flame the brand 
 
 Themselves had thoughtlessly thrust in so deep 
 
 To send gay-coloured sparkles up and cheer 
 
 Their seat at the chimney-corner. The good friar 
 
 Promised as much at the moment ; but, alack. 
 
 Night brings discretion : he was no one's friend. 
 
 Yet presently found he could not turn about 1030 
 
 Nor take a step i' the case and fail to tread 
 
 On someone's toe who either was a friend. 
 
 Or a friend's friend, or friend's friend thrice-removed, 
 
 And woe to friar by whom offences come ! 
 
 So, the course being plain, — ^with a general sigh 
 
 At matrimony the profound mistake, — 
 
 He threw reluctantly the business up. 
 
 Having his other penitents to mind. 
 
 If then, all outlets thus secured save one. 
 
 At last she took to the open, stood and stared 1040 
 
 With her wan face to see where God might wait — 
 
 And there found Caponsacchi wait as well 
 
 For the precious something at perdition's edge. 
 
 He only was predestinate to save, — 
 
 And if they recognized in a critical flash 
 
 From the zenith, each the other, her need of him. 
 
 His need of . . say, a woman to perish for. 
 
 The regular way o' the world, yet break no vow. 
 
 Do no harm save to himself, — if this were thus ? 
 
 How do you say ? It were improbable ; 1050 
 
 So is the legend of my patron-saint. 
 
 Anyhow, whether, as Guido states the case, 
 Pompilia, — Uke a starving wretch i' the street 
 Who stops and rifles the first passenger 
 
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 In the great right of an excessive wrong, — 
 Did somehow call this stranger and he came, — 
 Or whether the strange sudden interview 
 Blazed as when star and star must needs go close 
 Till each hurts each and there is loss in heaven — 
 Whatever way in this strange world it was, — 1060 
 Pompilia and Caponsacchi met, in fine, | ^y^ 
 
 She at her window, he i' the street beneath, j-f^*'^^ 
 And understood each other at first look. 
 
 All was determined and performed at once. 
 
 And on a certain April evening, late 
 
 1' the month, this girl of sixteen, bride and wife 
 
 Three years and over, — she who hitherto 
 
 Had never taken twenty steps in Rome 
 
 Beyond the church, pinned to her mother's gown. 
 
 Nor, in Arezzo, knew her way through street 1070 
 
 Except what led to the Archbishop's door, — 
 
 Such an one rose up in the dark, laid hand 
 
 On what came first, clothes and a trinket or two, 
 
 Belongings of her own in the old da^^ — 
 
 Stole from the side o' the sleeping spouse — who knows ? 
 
 Sleeping perhaps, silent for certain, — slid 
 
 Ghost-Uke from great dark room to great dark room, 
 
 In through the tapestries and out again 
 
 And onward, unembarrassed as a fate. 
 
 Descended staircase, gained last door of all, 1080 
 
 Sent it wide open at first push of palm. 
 
 And there stood, first time, last and only time, 
 
 At liberty, alone in the open street, — 
 
 Unquestioned, unmolested found herself 
 
 At the city gate, by Caponsacchi's side, 
 
 Hope there, joy there. Life and all good again, 
 
 The carriage there, the convoy there, fight there 
 
 Broadening into a full blaze at Rome 
 
 And breaking small what long miles lay between ; 
 
 Up she sprang, in he followed, they were safe. 1090 
 
 The husband quotes this for incredible. 
 
 All of the story from first word to last : 
 
 Sees the priest's hand throughout upholding hers, 
 
 Traces his foot to the alcove, that night. 
 
 Whither and whence bhndfold he knew the way, 
 
 Proficient in all craft and stealthiness ; 
 
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 And cites for proof a servant, eye that watched 
 
 And ear that opened to purse secrets up, 
 
 A woman-spy, — suborned to give and take 
 
 Letters and tokens, do the work of shame 1100 
 
 The more adroitly that herself, who helped 
 
 Communion thus between a tainted pair, 
 
 Had long since been a leper thick in spot, 
 
 A common trull o' the town : she witnessed all. 
 
 Helped many meetings, partings, took her wage 
 
 And then told Guido the whole matter. Lies ! 
 
 The woman's life confutes her word, — her word 
 
 Confutes itself : ' Thus, thus and thus I lied.' 
 
 ' And thus, no question, still you lie,' we say. 
 
 ' Ay,- but at last, e'en have it how you will, 1110 
 
 ^i^ ' Whatever the means, whatever the way, explodes 
 { * The consummation ' — the accusers shriek : 
 i ' Here is the wife avowedly found in flight, 
 f ' And the companion of her flight, a priest ; 
 
 ' She flies her husband, he the church his spouse : 
 ' What is this ? ' 
 
 Wife and priest alike reply 
 ' This is the simple thing it claims to be, 
 
 * A course we took for life and honour's sake, 
 ' Very strange, very justifiable.' 1120 
 She says, ' God put it in my head to fly, 
 ' As when the martin migrates : avitumn claps 
 ' Her hands, cries " Winter's coming, will be here 
 
 * " Off with you ere the white teeth overtake ! 
 ' " Flee ! " So I fled : this friend was the warm clay, 
 
 * The south wind and whatever favours flight ; 
 ' I took the favour, had the help, how else ? 
 ' And so we did fly rapidly all night, 
 ' All day, all night — a longer night — again, 
 ' And then another day, longest of da3^s, llCO 
 ' And all the while, whether we fled or stopped, 
 ' I scarce know how or why, one thought filled both, 
 
 Fly and arrive ! " So long as I found strength 
 ' I talked with my companion, told him much, 
 ' Knowing that he knew more, knew me, knew God 
 ' And God's disposal of me, — but the sense 
 ' O' the blessed flight absorbed me in the main, 
 ' And speech became mere talking through a sleep, 
 
Ill THE OTHER HALF-ROME 99 
 
 ' Till at the end of that last longest night 
 
 ' In a red daybreak, when we reached an inn 1140 
 
 ' And my companion whispered " Next stage — 
 
 Rome ! " 
 ' Sudden the weak flesh fell like piled-up cards, 
 ' All the frail fabric at a finger's touch, 
 ' And prostrate the poor soul too, and I said 
 ' " But though Count Guido were a furlong off, 
 ' " Just on me, I must stop and rest awhile ! " 
 ' Then something like a white wave o' the sea 
 ' Broke o'er my brain and buried me in sleep 
 ' Blessedly, till it ebbed and left me loose, 
 ' And where was I found but on a strange bed 1150 
 ' In a strange room like hell, roaring with noise, 
 ' Ruddy with flame, and filled with men, in front 
 ' Whom but the man you call my husband, ay — 
 ' Count Guido once more between heaven and me, 
 ' For there my heaven stood, my salvation, yes — 
 ' That Caponsacchi all my heaven of help, 
 ' Helpless himself, held prisoner in the hands 
 ' Of men who looked up in my husband's face 
 ' To take the fate thence he should signify, 
 ' Just as the way was at Arezzo : then, 1160 
 
 ' Not for my sake but his who had helped me — 
 ' I sprang up, reached him with one bound, and seized 
 ' The sword o' the felon, trembling at his side, 
 ' Fit creature of a coward, unsheathed the thing 
 ' And would have pinned him through the poison-bag 
 ' To the wall and left him there to palpitate, 
 ' As you serve scorpions, but men interposed — 
 ' Disarmed me, gave his life to him again 
 ' That he might take mine and the other Uves, 
 ' And he has done so. I submit myself ! ' 1170 
 
 The priest says — oh, and in the main result 
 The facts asseverate, he truly says. 
 As to the very act and deed of him. 
 However you mistrust the mind o' the man — 
 The flight was just for flight's sake, no pretext 
 For aught except to set Pompilia free : 
 He says ' I cite the husband's self's worst charge 
 ' In proof of my best word for both of us. 
 ' Be it conceded that so many times 
 ' We took our pleasure in his palace : then, 1180 
 
 * What need to fly at all ? — or flying no less, 
 
100 THE PJNG AND THE BOOK in 
 
 ' What need to outrage the lips sick and white 
 ' Of a woman, and bring ruin down beside, 
 ' By halting when Rome lay one stage beyond ? ' 
 So does he vindicate Pompilia's fame, 
 Confirm her story in all points but one — 
 This ; that, so fleeing and so breathing forth 
 Her last strength in the prayer to halt awhile. 
 She makes confusion of the reddening white 
 Which was the sunset when her strength gave way, 
 And the next sunrise and its whitening red 1191 
 
 Which she revived in when her husband came : 
 She mixes both times, morn and eve, in one. 
 Having Hved through a blank of night 'twixt each 
 Though dead-asleep, unaware as a corpse, 
 She on the bed above ; her friend below 
 Watched in the doorway of the inn the while. 
 Stood i' the red o' the morn, that she mistakes, 
 In act to rouse and quicken the tardy crew 
 And hurry out the horses, have the stage 1200 
 
 Over, the last league, reach Rome and be safe : 
 When up came Guido. 
 
 Guido's tale begins — 
 How he and his whole household, drunk to death 
 By some enchanted potion, poppied drugs 
 PUed by the wdfe, lay powerless in gross sleep 
 And left the spoilers unimpeded way, 
 Could not shake off their poison and pursue. 
 Till noontide, then made shift to get on horse 
 And did pursue : which means, he took his time, 
 Pressed on no more than hngered after, step 1211 
 By step, just making sure o' the fugitives, 
 Till at the nick of time, he saw his chance. 
 Seized it, came up with and surprised the pair. 
 How he must needs have gnawn lip and gnashed teeth. 
 Taking successively at tower and town, 
 Village and roadside, still the same report 
 
 * Yes, such a pair arrived an hour ago, 
 
 ' Sat in the carriage just where your horse stands, 
 
 * While we got horses ready, — turned deaf ear 1220 
 
 * To all entreaty they would even alight ; 
 
 * Counted the minutes and resumed their course.' 
 Would they indeed escape, arrive at Rome, 
 Leave no least loop to let damnation through, 
 And foil him of his captured infamy, 
 
Ill THE OTHER HALF-ROME 101 
 
 Prize of guilt proved and perfect ? So it seemed : ^ it 
 
 Till, oh the happy chance, at last stage, Rome y.-u-v^-^'^ 
 
 But two short hours off, Castelnuovo reached, .^-'^ ''^^ "'^ Jt 
 The guardian angel gave reluctant place, ' f/K4)^Ay^'^^^ 
 
 Satan stepped forward with alacrity, 1230 
 
 Pompilia's flesh and blood succumbed, perforce , 
 
 A halt was, and her husband had his will. 
 
 -tcu^ 
 
 Perdue he couched, counted out hour by hour / ^ /? 
 Till he should spy in the east a signal-streak — rji^i^ 
 
 Night had been, morrow was, triumph would be. ^^\x-^'-a. 
 
 Do you see the plan cleliciously complete ? /^in^^^P 
 
 The rush upon the unsuspecting sleep, ' 
 
 The easy execution, the outcry (A''*^^^ 
 
 Over the deed ' Take notice all the world ! jj 
 
 ' These two dead bodies, locked still in embrace, — --""^lA^^^^^A. 
 ' The man is Caponsacchi and a priest, 1241 
 
 ' The woman is my wife : they fled me late, 
 ' Thus have I found and you behold them thus, 
 ' And may judge me : do you approve or no ? ' 
 
 Success did seem not so improbable, • . 
 
 But that already Satan's laugh was heard, (j^,^4f^eL^ 
 
 His black back turned on Guido — left i' the lurch 
 
 Or rather, baulked of suit and service now. 
 
 That he improve on both by one deed more. 
 
 Burn up the better at no distant day, 1250 
 
 Body and soul one holocaust to hell. 
 
 Anyhow^ of this natural consequence 
 
 Did just the last link of the long chain snap : 
 
 For his eruption was o' the priest, alive 
 
 And alert, calm, resolute and formidable, 
 
 Not the least look of fear in that broad brow — 
 
 One not to be disposed of by surprise. 
 
 And armed moreover — who had guessed as much ? 
 
 Yes, there stood he in secular costume 
 
 Complete from head to heel, with sword at side, 
 
 He seemed to know the trick of perfectly. 1261 
 
 There was no prompt suppression of the man 
 
 As he said calmly ' I have saved your wife 
 
 ' From death ; there was no other way but this ; 
 
 ' Of what do I defraud you except death ? 
 
 ' Charge any wrong beyond, I answer it.* 
 
 Guido, the valorous, had met his match, 
 
 Was forced to demand help instead of fight, 
 
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 102 THE RING AND THE BOOK iii 
 
 Bid the authorities o' the place lend aid 
 
 And make the best of a broken matter so. 1270 
 
 They soon obeyed the sum.mons — I suppose, 
 
 Apprised and ready, or not far to seek — 
 
 Laid hands on Caponsacchi, found in fault, 
 
 A priest yet flagrantly accoutred thus, — 
 
 Then, to make good Count Guido's further charge, 
 
 Proceeded, prisoner made lead the way. 
 
 In a crowd, upstairs to the chamber-door 
 
 Where wax-white, dead asleep, deep beyond dream, 
 
 As the priest laid her, lay Pompilia yet. 
 
 And as he mounted step and step with the crowd 
 
 How I see Guido taking heart again ! 1281 
 
 He knew his wife so well and the way of her — 
 
 How at the outbreak she would shroud her shame 
 
 In hell's heart, would it mercifulh^ yawn — 
 
 How, failing that, her forehead to his foot. 
 
 She would crouch silent till the great doom fell. 
 
 Leave him triumphant with the crowd to see ! 
 
 Guilt motionless or writhing like a worm ? 
 
 No ! Second misadventure, this worm turned, 
 
 I told you : would have slain him on the spot 1290 
 
 With his own weapon, but they seized her hands : 
 
 Leaving her tongue free, as it tolled the knell 
 
 Of Guido's hope so lively late. The past 
 
 Took quite another shape now. She who shrieked 
 
 ' At least and for ever I am mine and God's, 
 
 ' Thanks to his liberating angel Death — 
 
 ' Never again degraded to be yours 
 
 ' The ignoble noble, the unmanly man, 
 
 ' The beast below the beast in brutishness ! '-^ 
 
 This was the froward child, ' the restif lamb 1300 
 
 ' Used to be cherished in his breast,' he groaned — 
 
 ' Eat from his hand and drink from out his cup, 
 
 ' The while his fingers pushed their loving way 
 
 ' Through curl on curl of that soft coat — alas, 
 
 ' And she all silverly baaed gratitude 
 
 ' While meditating mischief ! ' — and so forth. 
 
 He must invent another story now ! 
 
 The ins and outs o' the rooms were searched : he 
 
 found 
 Or showed for found the abominable prize — 
 Love-letters from his wife who cannot write, 1310 
 
Ill THE OTHER HALF-ROME 103 
 
 Love-letters in reply o' the priest — thank God ! — 
 
 Who can write and confront his character 
 
 With this, and prove the false thing forged throughout : 
 
 Spitting whereat, he needs must spatter who 
 
 But Guido's self ? — that forged and falsified 
 
 One letter called Pompilia's, past dispute : 
 
 Then why not these to make sure still more sure 
 
 ? 
 
 So was the case concluded then and there : 
 
 Guido preferred his charges in due form, 
 
 Called on the law to adjudicate, consigned 
 
 The accused ones to the Prefect of the place. 
 
 (Oh mouse-birth of that mountain-like revenge 
 
 And so to his own place betook himself 
 
 After the spring that failed, — the wildcat's way. 
 
 The captured parties were conveyed to Rome ; . O^" 
 
 Investigation followed here i' the court — 
 
 Soon to review the fruit of its own work, ^^ L*^^^^'^''''^^^ 
 
 From then to now being eight months and no more. i^J^^^^^^"^ 
 
 Guido kept out of sight and safe at home : -^ 
 
 The Abate, brother Paolo, helped most 1330 
 
 At words when deeds were out of question, pushed 
 
 Nearest the purple, best played deputy, 
 
 So, pleaded, Guido's representative 
 
 At the court shall soon try Guido's self, — what 's more, 
 
 The court that also took — I told you. Sir — 
 
 That statement of the couple, how a cheat 
 
 Had been i' the birth of the babe, no child of theirs. 
 
 That was the prelude ; this, the play's first act : 
 
 Whereof we wait what comes, crown, close of all. 
 
 Well, the result was something of a shade 1340 
 
 On the parties thus accused, — how otherwise ? 
 
 Shade, but with shine as unmistakable. 
 
 Each had a prompt defence : Pompilia first — 
 
 ' Earth was made hell to me who did no harm : 
 
 ' I only could emerge one way from hell 
 
 ' By catching at the one hand held me, so 
 
 ' I caught at it and thereby stepped to heaven : 
 
 ' If that be wrong, do with me what you will ! ' 
 
 Then Caponsacchi with a grave grand sweep 
 
 O' the arm as though his soul warned baseness off — 
 
 ' If as a man, then much more as a priest 1351 
 
 ' I hold me bound to help weak innocence : 
 
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 104 THE RING AND THE BOOK in 
 
 ' If so my worldly reputation burst, 
 
 ' Being the bubble it is, why, burst it may : 
 
 ' Blame I can bear though not blameworthiness. 
 
 ' But use your sense first, s'ee if the miscreant here 
 
 ' The man who tortured thus the woman, thus 
 
 ' Ha\^e not both laid the trap and fixed the lure 
 
 ' Over the pit should bury body and soul ! 
 
 ' His facts are hes : his letters are the fact — 1360 
 
 ' An infiltration flavoured with himself ! 
 
 ' As for the fancies — whether . . . what is it you say ? 
 
 ' The lady loves me, whether I love her 
 
 ' In the forbidden sense of your surmise, — 
 
 ' If, with the midday blaze of truth above, 
 
 ' The unlidded eye of God awake, aware, 
 
 ' You needs must pry about and track the course 
 
 ' Of each stray beam of light may traverse earth, 
 
 ' To the night's sun and Lucifer himself, 
 
 ' Do so, at other time, in other place, 1370 
 
 ' Not now nor here ! Enough that first to last 
 
 ' I never touched her lip nor she my hand 
 
 ' Nor either of us thought a thought, much less 
 
 ' Spoke a word which the Virgin might not hear. 
 
 ' Be that your question, thus I answer it.' 
 
 Then the court had to make its mind uj), spoke. 
 
 ' It is a thorny question, and a tale 
 
 ' Hard to believe, but not impossible : 
 
 ' Who can be absolute for either side ? 
 
 ' A middle course is happily open yet. 1380 
 
 ' Here has a blot surprised the social blank, — 
 
 ' Whether through favour, feebleness or fault, 
 
 ' No matter, leprosy has touched our robe 
 
 ' And we're unclean and must be purified. 
 
 ' Here is a wife makes holiday from home, 
 
 * A priest caught playing truant to his church, 
 
 * In masquerade moreover : both allege 
 
 * Enough excuse to stop our lifted scourge 
 
 * Which else would heavily fall. On the other hand, 
 
 ' Here is a husband, ay and man of mark, 1390 
 
 ' Who comes complaining here, demands redress 
 ' As if he were the pattern of desert — 
 ' The while those plaguy allegations frown, 
 
 * Forbid we grant him the redress he seeks. 
 ' To all men be our moderation known ! 
 
Sento !e cofc > che vi fono occorfe > io noii Tho. per m^Ie, meft^ 
 ' tre lei dice , chc non R pttol f<irc ctormirc mia M44re, oicntre 
 
 fta mak > e non bcuc vino», c pcrcjo, non pofTa dorQiirc . Puoi.. 
 
 c(ferc,chc in qucfti giorni guarifc4 , purcglic ^o farroauui.v 
 
 Fcdeic Amantc 
 Aniariiii. 
 
 Adorato » riuerito , amato mio Core. 
 
 Mi confoiido in tantc lodi &c.mi (criua piu fpefTo » cf^epuolo. 
 Circa il Dotiore , ki m'ofFonde in dirmi, che io corncj 6 ad 
 ainar lui i Vi dico» chc fc nafceffe al Mondo vn Sok> non h6, 
 Cuorc per alcra Piaga; m^ chi mal fa,ma I penfi^ &c. In quan- 
 to a quello, che vuol fapcrc del Fins, vi dicoj^hc e roflb per 
 hora: rta piii m qudnonsa » come fara ; ma ve I<^ faro auui- 
 fato , roandandoui luilk, ^ milki c millC) e mi|lioni ^i baci | 
 redo. 
 
 Quefta fcra venire ad vn* hora di notte, che vi vogho parUre> q 
 toffitc quando fctefQcro la fiqeftra . 
 
 Amarilii. 
 
 la Sgrana perche non poteua dire, come dire qui,chc era di latn 
 te, che Jei e nera piii di me, fe fuffJ voi vi potria dire Auorio» 
 come vi chiamo Io ; Auertite , che la fera non Cu il Gelofo, 
 enon io> pcro io rofllro, fe non kntice tofifirc non vi mouerc. 
 
 yi faccio fapcre, che il Sig. Guide va fuora, ci ftara piii giorni; 
 Pero la prcgo venire la fcra quad ad vn hora di notte, c com^ 
 fete fotto la feneftra , toffitc , c fermateui vn poco , accip ic) 
 ijonsbagli. Luivafuori Luncdioattina a^c. 
 
 Car j/Iimo , meritiflfimo mio Amorc , mio Bene . 
 Rendo infinite gratie dclla Rofaiind«&c. Vorrei fapcrc, chc-» 
 cenni mi £cce per la via del Poggio &c. e non perche io vd^ii 
 far proua del voftro Amore , chc so molto bene, che fete co*^ 
 ftante quanto md , c pero io non voglio far quefte proue 8tc, 
 fiche voi non potetc dire, che io non vi voglia pi£i bene, per- 
 tbe Sutto quelloy che mqUuq alSigmr Quido e volto a voh the h 
 mtrifafc, 
 
 AmadHi. ', 
 
 THE FORGED ASSIGNATION 
 
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 III THE OTHER HALF-ROME 105 
 
 ' Rewarding none while compensating each, /l^iO 
 
 ' Hurting all round though harming nobody, UC/\ 
 
 ' Husband, wife, priest, scot-free not one shall 'scape, 
 
 ' Yet priest, wife, husband, boast the unbroken head 
 
 ' From application of our excellent oil : 1400 
 
 ' So that, whatever be the fact, in fine, .. \jl^\.--^-^-- 
 
 ' It makes no miss of justice in a sort. ^^^^ I 
 
 ' First, let the husband stomach as he may, ; ,^ 
 
 ' His wife shall neither be returned him, no — \ 
 
 ' Nor branded, whipped and caged, but just consigned 
 
 ' To a convent and the quietude she craves ; 
 
 ' So is he rid of his domestic plague : ^-f 
 
 * What better thing can happen to a man ? ^ 
 
 ' Next, let the priest retire — unshent, unshamed, 
 
 ' Unpunished as for perpetrating crime, 1410 
 
 ' But relegated (not imprisoned. Sirs !) 
 
 ' Sent for three years to clarify his youth 
 
 ' At Civita, a rest bj^ the way to Rome : 
 
 ' There let his hfe skim off its last of lees 
 
 ' Nor keep this dubious colour. Judged the cause : 
 
 ' All parties may retire, content, we hope.' 
 
 That 's Rome's way, the traditional road of law ; 
 
 Whither it leads is what remains to tell. 
 
 The priest went to his relegation-place, ^1 ' 
 
 The wife to her convent, brother Paolo 1420 
 
 To the arms of brother Guido with the news ^i L,A^^ 
 
 And this beside — his charge was countercharged ; ""^'f . ^ 
 
 The Comparini, his old brace of hates, /.aA; -^tfe*'^^ 
 
 Were breathed and vigilant and venomous now— 1/^ ^ / j) 
 
 Had shot a second bolt where the first stuck, v AAr^f^^ 
 
 And followed up the pending dowry-suit kj^A^^^^^ 
 
 By a procedure should release the wife /} 
 
 From so much of the marriage-bond as barred v 
 
 Escape when Guido turned the screw too much 
 
 On his wife's flesh and blood, as husband may. 1430 
 
 No more defence, she turned and made attack, 
 
 Claimed now divorce from bed and board, in short : ^ ^. 
 
 Pleaded such subtle strokes of cruelty, A - "^ 
 
 Such slow sure siege laid to her body and soul, \Sj 
 
 As, proved, — and proofs seemed coming thick and ^ 
 
 fast, — 
 Would gain both freedom and the dowry back 
 Even should the first suit leave them in his grasp 
 
 e3 
 
106 THE RING AND THE BOOK in 
 
 So urged the Comparini for the wife. 
 Guido had gained not one of the good things 
 He grasped at by his creditable plan 1440 
 
 O' the flight and following and the rest : the suit 
 That smouldered late was fanned to fury new, 
 This adjunct came to help with fiercer fire, 
 While he had got himself a quite new plague — 
 Found the world's face an universal grin 
 At this last best of the Hundred Merry Tales 
 Of how a young and spritely clerk devised 
 To carr}^ off a spouse that moped too much. 
 And cured her of the vapours in a trice : 
 And how the husband, playing Vulcan's part, 1450 
 Told by the Sun, started in hot pursuit 
 To catch the lovers, and came halting up. 
 Cast his net and then called the Gods to see 
 The convicts in their rosy impudence — 
 Whereat said Mercury ' Would that I were Mars ! ' 
 Oh it was rare, and naughty all the same 1 
 i Brief, the wife's courage and cunning, — ^the priest's 
 V show 
 
 ] Of chivalry and adroitness, — last not least, 
 1 The husband — how he ne'er showed teeth at all, 
 / Whose bark had promised biting ; but just sneaked 
 / Back to his kennel, tail 'twixt legs, as 't were, — 1461 
 I All this was hard to gulp down and digest. 
 
 So pays the devil his liegeman, brass for gold. 
 1 But this was at Arezzo : here in Rome 
 V^JBrave Paolo bore up against it all — 
 Battled it out, nor wanting to himself 
 Nor Guido nor the House whose weight he bore 
 Pillar-Hke, not by force of arm but brain. 
 He knew his Rome, what wheels we set to work ; 
 PHed influential folk, pressed to the ear 1470 
 
 Of the efficacious purple, pushed his way 
 To the old Pope's self, — past decency indeed, — 
 Praying him take the matter in his hands 
 Out of the regular court's incompetence ; 
 But times are changed and nephews out of date 
 And favouritism unfashionable : the Pope 
 Said ' Render Caesar what is Caesar's due ! ' 
 As for the Comparini's counter-plea. 
 He met that by a counter-plea again, 
 Made Guido claim divorce — with help so far 1480 
 
Ill THE OTHER HALF-ROME 107 
 
 By the trial's issue : for, why punishment 
 
 However shght unless for guiltiness 
 
 However slender ? — and a molehill serves 
 
 Much as a mountain of offence this way. 
 
 So was he gathering strength on every side 
 
 And growing more and more to menace — when 
 
 All of a terrible moment came the blow 
 
 That beat down Paolo's fence, ended the play 
 
 O' the foil and brought Mannaia on the stage. - 1489 
 
 Five months had passed now since Pompilia's flight, 
 
 Months spent in peace among the Convert nuns : 
 
 This, — being, as it seemed, for Guido's sake 
 
 Solely, what pride might call imprisonment 
 
 And quote as something gained, to friends at home, — 
 
 This naturally was at Guido's charge : 
 
 Grudge it he might, but penitential fare, 
 
 Prayers, preachings, who but he defrayed the cost ? 
 
 So, Paolo dropped, as proxy, doit by doit 
 
 Like heart's blood, till — what 's here ? What notice 
 
 comes ? 
 The Convent's self makes application bland 1500 
 
 That, since Pompilia's health is fast o' the wane, 
 She may have leave to go combine her cure 
 Of soul with cure of body, mend her mind 
 Together with her thin arms and sunk eyes 
 That want fresh air outside the convent-wall, 
 Say in a friendly house, — and which so fit 
 As a certain villa in the Pauline way, 
 That happens to hold Pietro and his wife, 
 The natural guardians ? ' Oh, and shift the care 
 ' You shift the cost, too ; Pietro pays in turn, 1510 
 
 * And hghtens Guido of a load ! And then, 
 ' Villa or convent, two names for one thing, 
 
 * Always the sojourn means imprisonment, 
 ' Domum pro carcere — nowise we relax, 
 
 ' Nothing abate : how answers Paolo ? * 
 
 You, 
 What would you answer ? All so smooth and fair, 
 Even Paul's astuteness sniffed no harm i' the world. 
 He authorized the transfer, saw it made 
 And, two months after, reaped the fruit of the same, 
 Having to sit down, rack his brain and find 1521 
 
 What phrase should serve him best to notify 
 
108 THE RING AND THE BOOK in 
 
 Our Guido that by happy providence 
 . A son and heir, a'babe was born to him 
 
 'W T the villa, — ^go tell sympathizing friends ! 
 
 ■ J Yes, such had been PompiUa's privilege : 
 (f^ She, when she fled, was one month gone with child, 
 Known to herself or unknown, either way 
 Availing to explain (say men of art) 
 The strange and passionate precipitance 1530 
 
 Of maiden startled into motherhood 
 Which changes body and soul by nature's law. 
 So when the she-dove breeds, strange yearnings come 
 For the unknown shelter by undreamed-of shores, 
 And there is born a blood-pulse in her heart 
 To fight if needs be, though with flap of wing, 
 For the wool-flock or the fur-tuft, though a hawk 
 Contest the prize, — wherefore, she knows not yet. 
 Anyhow, thus to Guido came the news. 
 ' I shall have quitted Rome ere you arrive 1540 
 
 ' To take the one step left,' — wrote Paolo. 
 Then did the winch o' the winepress of all hate. 
 Vanity, disappointment, grudge and greed. 
 Take the last turn that screws out pure revenge 
 
 \With a bright bubble at the brim beside — 
 \ By an heir's birth he was assured at once 
 
 . ^ O' the main prize, all the money in dispute : 
 
 I . PompiUa's dowry might revert to her 
 
 / Or stay with him as law's caprice should point, — 
 
 \ji But now — now — ^what was Pietro's shall be hers, 
 
 - What was hers shall remain her own, — if hers, 1551 
 Why then, — oh, not her husband's but — her heir's ! 
 That heir being his too, all grew his at last 
 By this road or by that road, since they join. 
 Before, why, push he Pietro out o' the world, — 
 The current of the money stopped, you see, 
 Pompilia being proved no Pietro's child : 
 Or let it be Pompilia's life he quenched, 
 Again the current of the money stopped, — 
 Guido debarred his rights as husband soon, 1500 
 
 So the new process threatened ; — now, the chance, 
 Now, the resplendent minute ! Clear the earth, 
 Cleanse the house, let the three but disappear 
 A child remains, depositary of all. 
 That Guido may enjoy his own again ! 
 Repair all losses by a master-stroke, 
 
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 III THE OTHER HALF-ROME 109 
 
 Wipe out the past, all done and left undone, 
 Swell the good present to best evermore, 
 Die into new life, which let blood baptize ! 
 
 So, i' the blue of a sudden sulphur-blaze, 1570 
 
 And why there was one step to take at Rome, 
 And why he should not meet with Paolo there, yC*'^ 
 
 ^He saw^the ins and outs to the heart of hell — c >-' '^^"'' 
 And took the straight Une thither swift and sure. £^-^ 
 He rushed to Vittiano, found four sons o' the soil, y ^^^ 
 Brutes of his breeding, with one spark i' the clod j:^^^ 
 That served for a soul, the looking up to him ^ir^^^^^^^^ 
 
 Or aught called Franceschini as hfe, death, yf^ 
 
 Heaven, hell, — lord paramount, assembled these, ^ ^^yOy 
 
 Harangued, equipped, instructed, pressed each clod Mf^*^ 
 With his will's imprint ; then took horse, pUed spur,^ h^^^^^ 
 And so arrived, all five of them, at Rome 1582 ^„ g / 
 
 On Christmas-Eve, and forthwith found themselves ^• 
 Installed i' the vacancy and solitude J/ 
 
 Left them by Paolo, the considerate man "^ 
 
 Who, good as his word, disappeared at once 
 As if to leave the stage free. A whole week 
 Did Guido spend in study of his part, 
 Then played it fearless of a failure. One, 
 Struck the year's clock whereof the hours are days, 
 And off was rung o' the Httle wheels the chime 1591 
 ' Good will on earth and peace to man : ' but, two. 
 Proceeded the same bell and, evening come. 
 The dreadful five felt finger- wise their way 
 Across the town by blind cuts and black turns 
 To the little lone suburban villa ; knocked — 
 ' Who may be outside ? ' called a well-known voice. 
 ' A friend of Caponsacchi's bringing friends 
 ' A letter.' 
 
 That 's a test, the excusers say : ^^j 
 
 Ay, and a test conclusive, I return. ICOO j/^7) 
 
 What ? Had that name brought touch of guilt or ^'^ 
 
 taste i 
 Of fear with it, aught to dash the present joy \, 
 With memory of the sorrow just at end, — ^ 
 She, happy in her parents' arms at length 
 With the new blessing of the two weeks' babe, — 
 How had that name's announcement moved the wife ? _^ 
 Or, as the other slanders circulate, 
 
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110 THE KING AND THE BOOK iii 
 
 Were Caponsacchi no rare visitant 
 On nights and days whither safe harbour lured, 
 What bait had been i' the name to ope the door ? 
 The promise of a letter ? Stealthy guests 1611 
 
 Have secret watchwords, private entrances : 
 The man's own self might have been found inside 
 And all the scheme made frustrate by a word. 
 No : but since Guido knew, none knew so well, 
 The man had never since returned to Rome 
 Nor seen the wife's face more than villa's front, 
 So, could not be at hand to warn or save, — 
 For that, he took this sure way to the end. 
 
 ' Come in,' bade poor Violante cheerfully, 1620 
 
 Drawing the door-bolt : that death was the first, 
 Stabbed through and through. Pietro, close on her 
 
 heels. 
 Set up a cry — ' Let me confess myself ! 
 ' Grant but confession ! ' Cold steel was the grant. 
 Then came Pompilia's turn. 
 
 Then they escaped. 
 The noise o' the slaughter roused the neighbourhood. 
 They had forgotten just the one thing more 
 Which saves i' the circumstance, the ticket to-wit 
 .\j Which puts post-horses at a traveller's use : 1630 
 
 \^{ So, all on foot, desperate through the dark 
 
 Reeled they like drunkards along open road, 
 Accomplished a prodigious twenty miles 
 Homeward, and gained Baccano very near. 
 Stumbled at last, deaf, dumb, bhnd through the 
 
 feat. 
 Into a grange and, one dead heap, slept there 
 Till the pursuers hard upon their trace 
 Reached them and took them, red from head to 
 
 heel, 
 And brought them to the prison where they he. 
 The couple were laid i' the church two days ago. 
 And the wife hves yet by miracle. 
 
 All is told. 1642 
 You hardly need ask what Count Guido says. 
 Since something he must say. ' I own the deed — ' 
 (He cannot choose, — ^but — ) ' I declare the same 
 * Just and inevitable, — since no way else 
 ' Was left me, but by this of taking hfe. 
 
Ill THE OTHER HALF-ROME. Ill 
 
 ' To save my honour which is more than Ufe. 
 
 ' I exercised a husband's rights.' To which 
 
 The answer is as prompt — ' There was no fault 1650 
 
 ' In any one o' the three to punish thus : 
 
 ' Neither i' the wife, who kept all faith to you, 
 
 ' Nor in the parents, whom yourself first duped, 
 
 ' Robbed and maltreated, then turned out of doors. 
 
 ' You wronged and they endured wrong ; yours the I. q 
 
 fault. >r%^ 
 
 ' Next, had endurance overpassed the mark ^Wl/ / 
 
 ' And turned resentment needing remedy, — ■ /^-^L^ 
 
 ' Nay, put the absurd impossible case, for once — / , ^^ 
 
 ' You were all blameless of the blame alleged "^*S^ 
 
 ' And they blameworthy where you fix all blame, ^ 
 
 ' Still, why this violation of the law ? 1661 
 
 vYourself elected law should take its course, ' ^ 
 
 ' Avenge wrong, or show vengeance not your right ; 
 
 ' Why^ only when the balance in law's hand 
 
 ' Trembles against you and inchnes the way 
 
 ' 0' the other party, do you make protest, 
 
 ' Renounce arbitrament, flying out of court, 
 
 * And crying " Honour's hurt the sword must cure " 
 
 ' Aha, and so i' the middle of each suit 
 
 ' Trying i' the courts, — and you had three in play 
 
 ' With an appeal to the Pope's self beside, — 1671 
 
 ' What, you may chop and change and right your 
 
 wrongs 
 ' Leaving the law to lag as she thinks fit ? ' 
 
 That were too temptingly commodious, Count ! 
 
 One would have still a remedy in reserve 
 
 Should reach the safest oldest sinner, you see ! 
 
 One's honour forsooth ? Does that take hurt alone 
 
 From the extreme outrage ? I who have no wdfe. 
 
 Being yet sensitive in my degree 
 
 As Guido, — must discover hurt elsewhere 1680 
 
 Which, half compounded-for in days gone by, 
 
 May profitably break out now afresh, 
 
 Need cure from my own expeditious hands. 
 
 The lie that was, as it were, imputed me 
 
 When you objected to my contract's clause, — 
 
 The theft as good as, one may say, alleged, 
 
 When you, co-heir in a will, excepted, Sir, 
 
 To my administration of effects, 
 
112 THE RING AND THE BOOK iii 
 
 — Aha, do you think law disposed of these ? 
 
 My honour 's touched and shall deal death around i 
 
 Count, that were too commodious, I repeat ! 1091 
 
 If any law be imperative on us all, 
 
 Of all are you the enemy : out with you 
 
 From the common light and air and life of man ! 
 
IV 
 
 TERTIUM QUID 
 
 True, Excellency— as his Highness says, 
 
 Though she 's not dead yet, she 's as good as stretched 
 
 Symmetrical beside the other two ; 
 
 Though he 's not judged yet, he 's the same as judged, 
 
 So do the facts abound and superabound : 
 
 And nothing hinders, now, we Hft the case 
 
 Out of the shade into the shine, allow 
 
 Qualified persons to pronounce at last, 
 
 Nay, edge in an authoritative word 
 
 Between this rabble's-brabble of dolts and fools 10 
 
 Who make up reasonless unreasoning Rome. 
 
 ' Now for the Trial ! ' they roar : ' the Trial to test 
 
 ' The truth, weigh husband and weigh wife alike 
 
 ' I' the scales of law, make one scale kick the beam ! ' 
 
 Law 's a machine from which, to please the mob, 
 
 Truth the divinity must needs descend 
 
 And clear things at the play's fifth act — aha ! 
 
 Hammer into their noddles who was who 
 
 And what was what. I tell the simpletons 
 
 ' Could law be competent to such a feat 20 
 
 ' 'T were done already : what begins next week 
 
 ' Is end o' the Trial, last Unk of a chain 
 
 ' Whereof the first was forged three years ago 
 
 ' When law addressed herself to set wrong right, 
 
 ' And proved so slow in taking the first step 
 
 ' That ever some new grievance, — tort, retort, 
 
 ' On one or the other side,— o'ertook i' the game, 
 
 ' Retarded sentence, till this deed of death 
 
 ' Is thrown in, as it were, last bale to boat 
 
 ' Crammed to the edge with cargo— or passengers ? 
 
 ' " Trecentos inseris : ohe, jam satis est ! 31 
 
 ' " Hue appelle ! " — passengers, the word must be.' 
 
 Long since, the boat was loaded to my eyes. 
 
 To hear the rabble and brabble, you 'd call the case 
 
 Fused and confused past human finding out. 
 
 One calls the square round, t' other the round square — 
 
114 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 And pardonably in that first surprise 
 
 O' the blood that fell and splashed the diagram : 
 
 But now we 've used our eyes to the violent hue 
 
 Can't we look through the crimson and trace lines ? 
 
 It makes a man despair of history, 41 
 
 Eusebius and the established fact — fig's end ! 
 
 Oh, give the fools their Trial, rattle away 
 
 With the leash of lawyers, two on either side — 
 
 One barks, one bites, — ^Masters Arcangeli 
 
 And Spreti, — that 's the husband's ultimate hope 
 
 Against the Fisc and the other kind of Fisc, 
 
 Bound to do barking for the wife : bow — wow ! 
 
 Why, Excellency, we and his Highness here 
 
 Would settle the matter as sufficiently 50 
 
 As ever will Advocate This and Fiscal That 
 
 And Judge the Other, with even — a word and a wink — 
 
 We well know who for ultimate arbiter. 
 
 Let us beware o' the basset-table — lest 
 
 We jog the elbow of Her Eminence, 
 
 Jostle his cards, — he '11 rap you out a . . st 1 
 
 By the window-seat ! And here 's the Marquis too ! 
 
 Indulge me but a moment : if I fail 
 
 — Favoured with such an audience, understand ! — 
 
 To set things right, why, class me with the mob 60 
 
 As understander of the mind of man ! 
 
 The mob, — ^now, that 's just how the error comes ! 
 Bethink you that you have to deal with plebs, 
 The commonalty ; this is an episode 
 In burgess-life, — ^why seek to aggrandize, 
 Idealize, denaturalize the class ? 
 People talk just as if they had to do 
 With a noble pair that . . Excellency, your ear ! 
 Stoop to me, Highness, — listen and look yourselves ! 
 
 This Pietro, this Violante, live their life 70 
 
 At Rome in the easy way that 's far from worst 
 Even for their betters, — themselves love themselves, 
 Spend their own oil in feeding their own lamp 
 That their own faces may grow bright thereby. 
 They get to fifty and over : how 's the lamp ? 
 Full to the depth o' the wick, — moneys so much ; 
 And also with a remnant, — so much more 
 Of moneys,— which there 's no consuming now, 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 115 
 
 But, when the wick shall moulder out some day, 
 
 Failing fresh twist of tow to use up dregs, 80 
 
 Will He a prize for the passer-by, — to-wit 
 
 Anyone that can prove himself the heir, 
 
 Seeing, the couple are wanting in a child : 
 
 Meantime their wick swims in the safe broad bowl 
 
 O' the middle rank, — ^not raised a beacon's height 
 
 For wind to ravage, nor swung till lamp graze ground 
 
 As watchman's cresset, he pokes here and there, 
 
 Going his rounds to probe the ruts i' the road 
 
 Or fish the luck o' the puddle. Pietro's soul 
 
 Was satisfied when cron}^ smirked, ' No wine 90 
 
 ' Like Pietro's, and he diinks it every day ! ' 
 
 His wife's heart swelled her boddice, joyed its fill 
 
 When neighbours turned heads wistfully at church, 
 
 Sighed at the load of lace that came to pray. 
 
 Well, having got through fifty years of flare, 
 
 They burn out so, indulge so their dear selves, 
 
 That Pietro finds himself in debt at last, 
 
 As he were any lordling of us all : 
 
 And, for the dark begins to creep on day, 
 
 Creditors grow uneasy, talk aside, 100 
 
 Take counsel, then importune all at once. 
 
 For if the good fat rosy careless man, 
 
 Who has not laid a ducat by, decease — 
 
 Let the lamp fall, no heir at hand to catch — 
 
 Why, being childless, there 's a spilth i' the street 
 
 O' the remnant, there 's a scramble for the dregs 
 
 By the stranger : so, they grant him no long day 
 
 But come in a body, clamour to be paid. 
 
 What 's his resource ? He asks and straight obtains 
 The customary largess, dole dealt out IIO 
 
 To, what we call our ' poor dear shame-faced ones,' 
 In secret once a month to spare the shame 
 O' the slothful and the spendthrift, — pauper-saints 
 The Pope puts meat i' the mouth of, ravens they, 
 And providence he — ^just what the mob admires ! 
 That is, instead of putting a prompt foot 
 On selfish worthless human slugs whose slime 
 Has failed to lubricate their path in life. 
 Why, the Pope picks the first ripe fruit that falls 
 And gracious puts it in the vermin's way. 120 
 
 Pietro could never save a dollar ? Straight 
 
116 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 He must be subsidized at our expense : 
 
 And for his wife — the harmless household sheep 
 
 One ought not to see harassed in her age — 
 
 Judge, by the way she bore adversity, 
 
 O' the patient nature you ask pity for ! 
 
 How long, now, would the roughest marketman, 
 
 Handling the creatures huddled to the knife, 
 
 Harass a mutton ere she made a mouth 
 
 Or menaced biting ? Yet the poor sheep here, 130 
 
 Violante, the old innocent burgess-wife. 
 
 In her first difficulty showed great teeth 
 
 Fit to crunch up and swallow a good round crime. 
 
 She meditates the tenure of the Trust, 
 
 Fidei commissum is the lawyer-phrase. 
 
 These funds that only want an heir to take — 
 
 Goes o'er the gamut o' the creditor's cry 
 
 By semitones from whine to snarl high up 
 
 And growl down low, one scale in sundry keys, — 
 
 Pauses with a little compunction for the face 140 
 
 Of Pietro frustrate of its ancient cheer, — 
 
 Never a bottle now for friend at need, — 
 
 Comes to a stop on her own frittered lace 
 
 And neighbourly condolences thereat. 
 
 Then makes her mind up, sees the thing to do : 
 
 And so, deliberately snaps house-book clasp, 
 
 Posts off to vespers, missal beneath arm, 
 
 Passes the proper San Lorenzo by. 
 
 Dives down a little lane to the left, is lost 
 
 In a labyrinth of dwelUngs best unnamed, 150 
 
 Selects a certain blind one, black at base. 
 
 Blinking at top, — the sign of we know what, — 
 
 One candle in a casement set to wink 
 
 Streetward, do service to no shrine inside, — 
 
 Mounts thither by the filthy flight of stairs. 
 
 Holding the cord by the wall, to the tip-top. 
 
 Gropes for the door i' the dark, ajar of course, 
 
 Raps, opens, enters in : up starts a thing 
 
 Naked as needs be — ' What, you rogue, 't is you ? 
 
 ' Back, — how can I have taken a farthing yet ? 100 
 
 ' Mercy on me, poor sinner that I am ! 
 
 ' Here's . . why, I took you for Madonna's self 
 
 * With all that sudden swirl of silk i' the place ! 
 
 ' What may your pleasure be, my bonny dame ? ' 
 
 Your Excellency supplies aught left obscure ? 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 117 
 
 One of those women that abound in Rome, 
 
 Whose needs oblige them eke out one poor trade 
 
 By another vile one : her ostensible work 
 
 Was washing clothes, out in the open air 
 
 At the cistern by Citorio ; but true trade — 170 
 
 Whispering ta idlers when they stopped and praised 
 
 The ankles she let liberally shine 
 
 In kneeling at the slab by the fountain-side, 
 
 That there was plenty more to criticize 
 
 At home, that eve, i' the house where candle blinked 
 
 Decorously above, and all was done 
 
 I' the holy fear of God and cheap beside. 
 
 Violante, now, had seen this woman wash, 
 
 Noticed and envied her propitious shape, 
 
 Tracked her home to her house-top, noted too, 180 
 
 And now was come to tempt her and propose 
 
 A bargain far more shameful than the first 
 
 Which trafficked her virginity away 
 
 For a melon and three pauls at twelve years old. 
 
 Five minutes' talk with this poor child of Eve, 
 
 Struck was the bargain, business at an end — 
 
 ' Then, six months hence, that person whom you trust, 
 
 ' Comes, fetches whatsoever babe it be ; 
 
 ' I keep the price and secret, you the babe, 
 
 ' Paying beside for mass to make all straight : 190 
 
 ' Meantime, I pouch the earnest-money-piece.' 
 
 Down stairs again goes fumbling bj^ the rope 
 
 Violante, triumphing in a flourish of fire 
 
 From her own brain, self -lit by such success, — 
 
 Gains church in time for the ' Magnificat ' 
 
 And gives forth ' My reproof is taken away, 
 
 ' And blessed shall mankind proclaim me now,' 
 
 So that the officiating priest turns round 
 
 To see who proffers the obstreperous praise : 
 
 Then home to Pietro, the enraptured-much 200 
 
 But puzzled-more when told the wondrous news — 
 
 How orisons and works of charity, 
 
 (Beside that pair of pinners and a coif. 
 
 Birth-day surprise last Wednesday was five weeks) 
 
 Had borne fruit in the Autumn of his Hfe, — 
 
 They, or the Orvieto in a double dose. 
 
 Anyhow, she must keep house next six months. 
 
 Lie on the settle, avoid the three-legged stool. 
 
118 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 And, chiefly, not be crossed in wish or whim, 
 
 And the result was Hke to be an heir. 210 
 
 Accordingly, when time was come about, 
 
 He found himself the sire indeed of this 
 
 Francesca Vittoria Pompiha and the rest 
 
 O' the names whereby he sealed her his next day. 
 
 A crime complete in its way is here, I hope ? 
 
 Lies to God, lies to man, every way lies 
 
 To nature and civility and the mode : 
 
 Flat robbery of the proper heirs thus foiled 
 
 O' the due succession, — and, what followed thence. 
 
 Robbery of God, through the confessor's ear 220 
 
 Debarred the most note-worthy incident 
 
 When all else done and undone twelve month through 
 
 Was put in evidence at Easter-time. 
 
 All other peccadillos ! — but this one 
 
 To the priest who comes next day to dine with us ? 
 
 'T were inexpedient ; decency forbade. 
 
 Is so far clear ? You know Violante now, 
 Compute her capability of crime 
 By this authentic instance ? Black hard cold 
 Crime like a stone you kick up with your foot 230 
 I' the middle of a field ? 
 
 I thought as much. 
 But now, a question, — how long does it He, 
 The bad and barren bit of stuff you kick. 
 Before encroached on and encompassed round 
 With minute moss, weed, wild-flower — made aUve 
 By worm, and fly, and foot of the free bird ? 
 Your Highness, — healthy minds let bygones be. 
 Leave old crimes to grow young and virtuous-like 
 I' the sun and air ; so time treats ugly deeds : 240 
 They take the natural blessing of all change. 
 There was the joy o' the husband silly-sooth, 
 The softening of the wife's old wicked heart. 
 Virtues to right and left, profusely paid 
 If so they might compensate the saved sin. 
 And then the sudden existence, dewy-dear, 
 O' the rose above the dungheap, the pure child 
 As good as new created, since withdrawn 
 From the horror of the pre-appointed lot 249 
 
IV 
 
 TERTIUM QUID 119 
 
 With the unknown father and the mother known 
 Too well, — some fourteen years of squaUd youth, 
 And then Ubertinage, disease, the grave — 
 Hell in life here, hereafter hfe in hell : 
 Look at that horror and this soft repose ! 
 Why, moralist, the sin has saved a soul ! 
 Then, even the palpable grievance to the heirs — 
 'Faith, this was no frank setting hand to throat 
 And robbing a man, but . . Excellency, by your leave, 
 How did you get that marvel of a gem, 
 The sapphire with the Graces grand and Greek ? 
 The story is, stooping to pick a stone 261 
 
 From the pathway through a vineyard— no-man's- 
 land — 
 To pelt a sparrow with, you chanced on this : 
 Why now, do those five clowns o' the family 
 O' the vinedresser digest their porridge worse 
 That not one keeps it in his goatskin pouch 
 To do flints' -service with the tinder-box ? 
 Da-Ti't cheat me, do n't cheat you, do n't cheat a 
 
 friend ! 
 But are you so hard on who jostles just 
 A stranger with no natural sort of claim ^ 270 
 
 To the havings and the holdings (here 's the point) 
 Unless by misadventure, and defect 
 Of that which ought to be— nay, which there 's none 
 Would dare so much as wish to profit by — 
 Since who dares put in just so many words 
 ' May Pietro fail to have a child, please God ! 
 ' So shall his house and goods belong to me, 
 ' The sooner that his heart will pine betimes ' ? 
 Well then, God do n't please, nor his heart shall pine ! 
 Because he has a child at last, you see, 280 
 
 Or selfsame thing as though a child it were, 
 He thinks, whose sole concern it is to think : 
 If he accepts it why should you demur ? 
 
 Moreover, ssij that certain sin there seem, 
 
 The proper process of unsinning sin 
 
 Is to begin well-doing somehow else. 
 
 Pietro, — remember, with no sin at all 
 
 I' the substitution, — why, this gift of God 
 
 Flung in his lap from over Paradise 
 
 Steadied him in a moment, set him straight 290 
 
120 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 On the good path he had been straying from. 
 
 Henceforward no more wilfulness and waste, 
 
 Cuppings, carousings, — these a sponge wiped out. 
 
 All sort of self-denial was easy now 
 
 For the child's sake, the chatelaine to be, 
 
 Who must want much and might want who knows 
 
 what ? 
 And so, the debts were paid, habits reformed, 
 Expense curtailed, the dowry set to grow. 
 As for the wdfe, — ^I said, hers the whole sin : 29» 
 
 So, hers the exemplary penance. 'T was a text 
 Whereon folk preached and praised, the district 
 
 through : 
 ' Oh, make us happj^ and you make us good ! 
 ' It all comes of God giving her a child : 
 ' Such graces follow God's best earthly gift ! ' 
 
 Here you put by my guard, pass to my heart 
 
 By the home-thrust — ' There 's a He at base of all.' 
 
 Why, thou exact Prince, is it a pearl or no. 
 
 Yon globe upon the Principessa's neck ? 
 
 That great round glory of pellucid stuff, 
 
 A fish secreted round a grain of grit ! 310 
 
 Do you call it worthless for the worthless core ? 
 
 (She do n't, who well knows what she changed for it !) 
 
 So, to our brace of burgesses again ! 
 
 You see so far i' the story, who was right. 
 
 Who wrong, who neither, do n't you ? What, you 
 
 do n't ? 
 Eh ? Well, admit there 's somewhat dark i' the case, 
 Let 's on — the rest shall clear, I promise you. 
 Leap over a dozen years : you find, these passed, 
 An old good easy creditable sire, 
 A careful housewife's beaming bustUng face, 320 
 
 Both wrapped up in the love of their one child, 
 The strange tall pale beautiful creature grown 
 Lily-Hke out o' the cleft i' the sun-smit rock 
 To bow its white miraculous birth of buds 
 r the way of wandering Joseph and his spouse, — 
 So painters fancy : here it was a fact. 
 And this their hly, — could they but transplant 
 And set in vase to stand by Solomon's porch 
 'Twixt lion and lion ! — this Pompiha of theirs, 
 Could they see worthily married, well bestowed 330 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 121 
 
 In house and home ! And why despair of this 
 With Rome to choose from, save the topmost rank ? 
 Themselves would help the choice with heart and soul, 
 Throw their late savings in a common heap 
 Should go with the dowry, to be followed in time 
 By the heritage legitimately hers : 
 And when such paragon was found and fixed, 
 Why, they might chant their ' Nunc dimittis ' straight. 
 
 Indeed the prize was simply full to a fault ; 
 
 Exorbitant for the suitor they should seek, 340 
 
 And social class to choose among, these cits. 
 
 Yet there 's a latitude : exceptional white 
 
 Amid the general brown o' the species, lurks 
 
 A burgess nearly an aristocrat, 
 
 Legitimately in reach : look out for him ! 
 
 What banker, merchant, has seen better days, 
 
 What second-rate painter a-pushing up, 
 
 Poet a-sUpping down, shall bid the best 
 
 For this young beauty with the thumping purse ? 
 
 Alack, had it been but one of such as these 350 
 
 So like the real thing they may pass for it. 
 
 All had gone well ! Unluckily fate must needs 
 
 It proved to be the impossible thing itself ; 
 
 The truth and not the sham : hence ruin to them all. 
 
 For, Guido Franceschini was the head 
 
 Of an old family in Arezzo, old 
 
 To that degree they could afford be poor 
 
 Better than most : the case is common too. 
 
 Out of the vast door 'scutcheoned overhead. 
 
 Creeps out a serving-man on Saturdays 360 
 
 To cater for the week, — turns up anon 
 
 I' the market, chaffering for the lamb's least leg, 
 
 Or the quarter-fowl, less entrails, claws and comb : 
 
 Then back again ^\dth prize, — a hver begged 
 
 Into the bargain, gizzard overlooked, — 
 
 He 's mincing these to give the beans a taste, 
 
 When, at your knock, he leaves the simmering soup, 
 
 Waits on the curious stranger-visitant, 
 
 Napkin in half-wiped hand, to show the rooms, 
 
 Point pictures out have hung their hundred years, 
 
 ' Priceless,' he tells you, — puts in his place at once 
 
 The man of money : yes, you 're banker-king 372 
 
122 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 Or merchant-kaiser, wallow in your wealth 
 
 While patron, the house-master, can't afford 
 
 To stop our ceiling-hole that rain so rots — 
 
 But he 's the man of mark, and there 's his shield, 
 
 And yonder 's the famed Rafael, first in kind, 
 
 The painter painted for his grandfather — 
 
 You have paid a paul to see : ' Good morning, Sir ! ' 
 
 Such is the law of compensation. Here 380 
 
 The poverty was getting too acute ; 
 
 There gaped so many noble mouths to feed, 
 
 Beans must suffice unflavoured of the fowl. 
 
 The mother, — hers would be a spun-out life 
 
 I' the nature of things ; the sisters had done well 
 
 And married men of reasonable rank : 
 
 But that sort of illumination stops, 
 
 Throws back no heat upon the parent-hearth. 
 
 The family instinct felt out for its fire 
 
 To the Church, — the Church traditionally helps 390 
 
 A second son : and such was Paolo, 
 
 Established here at Rome these thirty years, 
 
 Who played the regular game, — priest and Abate, 
 
 Made friends, owned house and land, became of use 
 
 To a personage : his course lay clear enough. 
 
 The youngest caught the sympathetic flame. 
 
 And, though unfledged wings kept him still i' the cage, 
 
 Yet he shot up to be a Canon, so 
 
 Clung to the higher perch and crowed in hope. 
 
 Even our Guido, eldest brother, went 400 
 
 As far i' the way o' the Church as safety seemed, 
 
 He being Head o' the House, ordained to wive, — 
 
 So, could but dally with an Order or two 
 
 And testify good- will i' the cause : he cUpt 
 
 His top-hair and thus far affected Christ, 
 
 But main promotion must fall otherwise, 
 
 Though still from the side o' the Church : and here 
 
 was he 
 At Rome, since first youth, worn threadbare of soul 
 By forty-six years' rubbing on hard life. 
 Getting fast tired o' the game whose word is — 'Wait ! ' 
 When one day, — he too having his Cardinal 411 
 
 To serve in some ambiguous sort, as serve 
 To draw the coach the plumes o' the horses' heads,— 
 The Cardinal saw fit to dispense with him, 
 Ride with one plume the less ; and off it dropped. 
 
IV TERTIUIM QUID 123 
 
 Giiido thus left, — with a youth spent in vain 
 And not a penny in purse to show for it, 
 Advised with Paolo, bent no doubt in chafe 
 The black brows somewhat formidably the while. 
 Where is the good I came to get at Rome ? 420 
 
 Where the repayment of the servitude 
 To a purple popinjay, whose feet I kiss, 
 Knowing his father wiped the shoes of mine ? ' 
 
 Patience,' pats Paolo the recalcitrant — 
 You have not had, so far, the proper luck, 
 Nor do my gains suffice to keep us both : 
 A modest competency is mine, not more. 
 You are the Count however, yours the style, 
 Heirdom and state, — you can't expect all good. 
 Had I, now, held your hand of cards . . well, well — 
 What 's yet unplayed, I '11 look at, by your leave. 
 Over your shoulder, — I who made my game, 432 
 Let 's see, if I can't help to handle yours. 
 Fie on you, all the Honours in your fist, 
 'Countship, Househeadship, — how have you misdealt ! 
 Why, in the first place, they will marry a man ! 
 Notum tonsoribus ! To the Tonsor then ! 
 Come, clear your looks, and choose your freshest suit, 
 And, after function's done with, down we go 
 To the woman-dealer in perukes, a wench 410 
 
 I and some others settled in the shop 
 At Place Colonna : she 's an oracle. Hmm ! 
 " Dear, 'tis my brother : brother, 'tis my dear. 
 " Dear, give us counsel ! Whom do you suggest 
 " As properest party in the quarter round, 
 " For the Count here ? — he is minded to take wife, 
 " And further tells me he intends to slip 
 " Twenty zecchines under the bottom-scalp 
 " Of his old wig when he sends it to revive 
 " For the wedding : and I add a trifle too. 450 
 
 " You know what personage I'm potent with." ' 
 And so plumped out Pompilia's name the first. 
 She told them of the household and its waj^s, 
 The easy husband and the shrewder wife 
 In Via Vittoria, — how the tall young girl, 
 With hair black as yon patch and eyes as big 
 As yon pomander to make freckles fly. 
 Would have so much for certain, and so much more 
 
124 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 In likelihood, — why, it suited, slipt as smooth 
 
 As the Pope's pantoufle does on the Pope's foot. 
 
 ' I'll to the husband ! ' Guido ups and cries. 461 
 
 ' Ay, so you 'd play your last court-card, no doubt ! ' 
 
 Puts Paolo in with a groan — ' Only, you see, 
 
 ' 'Tis I, this time, that supervise your lead. 
 
 ' Priests play with women, maids, wives, mothers, — 
 
 why ? 
 ' These play with men and take them off our hands. 
 ' Did I come, counsel with some cut-beard gruff 
 ' Or rather this sleek young-old barberess ? 
 ' Go, brother, stand you rapt in the ante-room 
 ' Of Her Efficacity my Cardinal 470 
 
 ' For an hour, — he hkes to have lord-suitors lounge, — 
 ' While I betake myself to the grey mare, 
 ' The better horse, — how wise the people's word ! — 
 ' And wait on Madam Violante.' 
 
 Said and done. 
 He was at Via Vittoria in three skips : 
 Proposed at once to fill up the one want 
 O' the burgess -family which, wealthy enough, 
 And comfortable to heart's desire, yet crouched 
 Outside a gate to heaven, — locked, bolted, barred, 
 Whereof Count Guido had a key he kept 481 
 
 Under his pillow, but PompiUa's hand 
 Might shde behind his neck and pilfer thence. 
 The key was fairy ; mention of it, made 
 Violante feel the thing shoot one sharp ray 
 That reached the heart o' the woman. ' I assent : 
 ' Yours be PompiKa, hers and ours that key 
 ' To all the glories of the greater life ! 
 ' There 's Pietro to convince : leave that to me ! ' 
 
 Then was the matter broached to Pietro ; then 490 
 
 Did Pietro make demand and get response 
 
 That in the Countship was a truth, but in 
 
 The counting up of the Count's cash, a lie : 
 
 He thereupon stroked grave his chin, looked great, 
 
 DecHned the honour. Then the wife wiped one — 
 
 Winked with the other eye turned Paolo-ward, 
 
 Whispered Pompilia, stole to church at eve. 
 
 Found Guido there and got the marriage done. 
 
 And finally begged pardon at the feet 
 
 Of her dear lord and master. Whereupon 500 
 
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 TERTIUM QUID 125 
 
 Quoth Pietro — ' Let us make the best of things ! ' 
 ' I knew your love would Ucense us/ quoth she : 
 Quoth Paolo once more, ' Mothers, wives and maids, 
 ' These be the tools wherewith priests manage men.' 
 
 Now, here take breath and ask, — which bird o' the 
 
 brace 
 Decoyed the other into clapnet ? Who 
 Was fool, who knave ? Neither and both, perchance. 
 There was a bargain mentally proposed 
 On each side, straight and plain and fair enough ; 
 Mind knew its own mind : but when mind must speak, 
 The bargain have expression in plain terms, 511 
 
 There was the blunder incident to words, 
 And in the clumsy process, fair turned foul. 
 The straight backbone-thought of the crooked speech 
 Were just — ' I Guido truck my name and rank 
 ' For so much money and youth and female charms.' — 
 
 * We Pietro and Violante give our child 
 
 * And wealth to you for a rise i' the world thereby.' 
 Such naked truth while chambered in the brain 
 Shocks nowise : walk it forth by way of tongue, — 
 Out on the cynical unseemliness ! 521 
 Hence was the need, on either side, of a lie 
 
 To serve as decent wrappage : so, Guido gives 
 Money for money, — and they, bride for groom, 
 Having, he, not a doit, they, not a child 
 Honestly theirs, but this poor waif and stray. 
 According to the words, each cheated each ; - 
 But in the inexpressive barter of thoughts. 
 Each did give and did take the thing designed, 
 The rank on this side and the cash on that — 530 
 
 Attained the object of the traffic, so. 
 The way of the world, the daily bargain struck 
 In the first market ! Why sells Jack his ware ? 
 ' For the sake of serving an old customer.' 
 Why does Jill buy it ? ' Simply not to break 
 * A custom, pass the old stall the first time.' 
 Why, you know where the gist is of the exchange : 
 Each sees a profit, throws the fine words in. 
 Don't be too hard o' the pair ! Had each pretence 
 Been simultaneously discovered, stripped 540 
 
 From off the body o' the transaction, just 
 As when a cook . . will Excellency forgive ? 
 
12.6 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 Strips away those long loose superfluous legs 
 From either side the crayfish, leaving folk 
 A meal all meat henceforth, no garnishry, 
 (With your respect. Prince !) — balance had been kept, 
 No party blamed the other, — so, starting fair, 
 All subsequent fence of wrong returned by wrong 
 I' the matrimonial thrust and parry, at least 
 Had followed on equal terms. But, as it chanced. 
 One party had the advantage, saw the cheat 551 
 
 Of the other first and kept its own concealed : 
 And the luck o' the first discovery fell, beside, 
 To the least adroit and self-possessed o' the pair. 
 'Twas foolish Pietro and his wife saw first 
 The nobleman was penniless, and screamed 
 ' We are cheated ! ' 
 
 Such unprofitable noise 
 Angers at all times : but when those who plague. 
 Do it from inside your own house and home, 500 
 
 Gnats which yourself have closed the curtain round, 
 Noise goes too near the brain and makes you mad. 
 The gnats say, Guido used the candle-flame 
 Unfairly, — worsened that first bad of his. 
 By practise of all kind of cruelty 
 To oust them and suppress the wail and whine, — 
 That speedily he so scared and bulUed them. 
 Fain were they, long before five months were out. 
 To beg him grant, from what was once their wealth. 
 Just so much as would help them back to Rome 570 
 Where, when they had finished paying the last doit 
 0' the dowry, they might beg from door to door. 
 So say the Comparini — as if it were 
 In pure resentment for this worse than bad, 
 That then Violante, feeUng conscience prick. 
 Confessed her substitution of the child 
 Whence all the harm came, — and that Pietro first 
 Bethought him of advantage to himself 
 I' the deed, as part revenge, part remedy 
 For all miscalculation in the pact. 580 
 
 On the other hand ' Not so ! ' Guido retorts — 
 ' I am the wronged, solely, from first to last, 
 ' Who gave the dignity I engaged to give, 
 * Which was, is, cannot but continue gain. 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 127 
 
 ' My being poor was a bye-circumstance, 
 
 ' Miscalculated piece of untowardness, 
 
 ' Might end to-morrow did heaven's windows ope, 
 
 ' Or uncle die and leave me his estate. 
 
 ' You should have put up with the minor flaw, 589 
 
 ' Getting the main prize of the jewel. If wealth, 
 
 ' Not rank, had been prime object in your thoughts, 
 
 ' Why not have taken the butcher's son, the boy 
 
 ' 0' the baker or candlestick-maker ? In all the rest, 
 
 ' It was yourselves broke compact and played false, 
 
 ' And made a life in common impossible. 
 
 ' Show me the stipulation of our bond 
 
 ' That you should make your profit of being inside 
 
 ' My house, to hustle and edge me out o' the same, 
 
 ' First make a laughing-stock of mine and me, 
 
 ' Then round us in the ears from morn to night GOO 
 
 ' (Because we show wry faces at your mirth) 
 
 ' That you are robbed, starved, beaten and what not ! 
 
 ' You fled a hell of your own lighting-up, 
 
 ' Pay for your own miscalculation too : 
 
 ' You thought nobility, gained at any price, 
 
 ' Would suit and satisfy, — find the mistake, 
 
 ' And now retaliate, not on yourselves, but me. 
 
 ' And how ? By telling me, i' the face of the world, 
 
 ' I it is have been cheated all this while, 
 
 ' Abominably and irreparably, — my name 610 
 
 * Given to a cur-cast mongrel, a drab's brat, 
 
 ' A beggar's bye-blow, — thus depriving me 
 
 ' Of what yourselves allege the whole and sole 
 
 ' Aim on my part i' the marriage, — money to-wit. 
 
 ' This thrust I have to parry by a guard 
 
 ' Which leaves me open to a counter-thrust 
 
 ' On the other side, — no way but there 's a pass 
 
 ' Clean through me. If I prove, as I hope to do, 
 
 ' There 's not one truth in this your odious tale 
 
 ' 0' the buying, selling, substituting — prove 620 
 
 ' Your daughter was and is your daughter, — well, 
 
 ' And her dowry hers and therefore mine, — what 
 
 then ? 
 ' Why, where 's the appropriate punishment for this 
 ' Enormous lie hatched for mere maUce' sake 
 ' To ruin me ? Is that a wrong or no ? 
 ' And if I try revenge for remedy, 
 ^ Can I well make it strong and bitter enough ? ' 
 
128 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 I anticipate however — only ask, 628 
 
 Which of the two here sinned most ? A nice point ! 
 Which brownness is least black, — decide who can, 
 Wager-by-battle-of -cheating ! What do you say, 
 Highness ? Suppose, your Excellency, we leave 
 The question at this stage, proceed to the next, 
 Both parties step out, fight their prize upon, 
 In the eye o' the world ? 
 
 They brandish law 'gainst law ; 
 The grinding of such blades, each parry of each. 
 Throws terrible sparks off, over and above the thrusts, 
 And makes more sinister the fight, to the eye, 
 Than the very wounds that follow. Beside the tale 
 Which the Comparini have to re-assert, 641 
 
 They needs must write, print, publish all abroad 
 The straitnesses of Guido's household life — 
 The petty nothings we bear privately 
 But break down under when fools flock around. 
 What is it all to the facts o' the couple's case. 
 How helps it prove PompiUa not their child. 
 If Guido's mother, brother, kith and kin 
 Fare ill, lie hard, lack clothes, lack fire, lack food ? 
 That 's one more wrong than needs. 650 
 
 On the other hand, 
 Guido, — whose cue is to dispute the truth 
 O' the tale, reject the shame it throws on him, — 
 He may retahate, fight his foe in turn 
 And welcome, we allow. Ay, but he can't ! 
 He 's at home, only acts by proxy here : 
 Law may meet law, — but all the gibes and jeers, 
 The superfluity of naughtiness. 
 Those libels on his House, — how reach at them ? 
 Two hateful faces, grinning all a-glow, 6G0 
 
 Not only make parade of spoil they filched. 
 But foul him from the height of a tower, you see. 
 Unluckily temptation is at hand — 
 To take revenge on a trifle overlooked, 
 A pet lamb they have left in reach outside, 
 Whose first bleat, when he plucks the wool away, 
 Will strike the grinners grave : his wife remains 
 Who, four months earlier, some thirteen years old, 
 Never a mile away from mother's house 
 And petted to the height of her desire, 670 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 129 
 
 Was told one morning that her fate was come, 
 
 She must be married — ^just as, a month before. 
 
 Her mother told her she must comb her hair 
 
 And tvNdst her curls into one knot behind. 
 
 These fools forgot their pet lamb, fed with flowers. 
 
 Then 'ticed as usual by the bit of cake, 
 
 Out of the bower into the butchery. 
 
 Plague her, he plagues them threefold : but how 
 
 plague ? 
 The world may have its word to saj^ to that : 
 You can't do some things with impunity. 680 
 
 What remains . . well, it is an ugly thought . , 
 But that he drive herself to plague herself — 
 Herself disgrace herself and so disgrace 
 Who seek to disgrace Guido ? 
 
 There's the clue 
 To what else seems gratuitously vile, 
 If, as is said, from this time forth the rack 
 Was tried upon Pompilia : 't was to wrench 
 Her Hmbs into exposure that brings shame. 
 The aim o' the cruelty being so crueller still, 690 
 
 That cruelty almost grows compassion's self 
 Could one attribute it to mere return 
 0' the parents' outrage, wrong avenging wrong. 
 They see in this a deeper deadlier aim, 
 Not to vex just a body they held dear, 
 But blacken too a soul they boasted white. 
 And show the world their saint in a lover's arms, 
 No matter how driven thither, — so they say. 
 
 On the other hand, so much is easily said. 
 And Guido lacks not an apologist. 700 
 
 The pair had nobody but themselves to blame. 
 Being selfish beasts throughout, no less, no more : 
 • — Cared for themselves, their supposed good, nought 
 
 else, 
 And brought about the marriage ; good proved bad. 
 As Uttle they cared for her its victim — nay. 
 Meant she should stay behind and take the chance, 
 If haply they might wriggle themselves free. 
 They baited their own hook to catch a fish 
 With this poor worm, failed o' the prize, and then 
 Sought how to unbait tackle, let worm float 710 
 
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130 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 Or sink, amuse the monster while they 'scaped. 
 Under the best stars Hymen brings above, 
 Had all been honesty on either side, 
 A common sincere effort to good end, 
 Still, this would prove a difficult problem, Prince ! 
 — Given, a fair wife, aged thirteen years, 
 A husband poor, care-bitten, sorrow-sunk. 
 Little, long-nosed, bush-bearded, lantern-jawed, 
 Forty-six-years full, — place the two grown one, 
 She, cut off sheer from every natural aid, 720 
 
 In a strange town with no familiar face — ■ 
 He, iu' his own parade-ground or retreat 
 As need were, free from challenge, much less check 
 To an irritated, disappointed will — 
 How evolve happiness from such a match ? 
 'T were hard to serve up a congenial dish 
 Out of these ill-agreeing morsels, Duke, 
 By the best exercise of the cook's craft. 
 Best interspersion of spice, salt and sweet ! 
 But let two ghastly scullions concoct mess 730 
 
 With brimstone, pitch, vitriol and devil's-dung — 
 Throw in abuse o' the man, his body and soul. 
 Kith, kin and generation, shake all slab 
 At Rome, Arezzo, for the world to nose. 
 Then end by pubUshing, for fiend's arch-prank, 
 That, over and above sauce to the meat's self. 
 Why, even the meat, bedevilled thus in dish, 
 Was never a pheasant but a carrion-crow — 
 Prince, what will then the natural loathing be ? 
 What wonder if this ? — the compound plague o' the 
 pair 740 
 
 Pricked Guido, — not to take the course they hoped. 
 That is, submit him to their statement's truth. 
 Accept its obvious promise of relief. 
 And thrust them out of doors the girl again 
 Since the girl's dowry would not enter there, 
 — Quit of the one if baulked of the other : no ! 
 Rather did rage and hate so work in him, 
 Their product proved the horrible conceit 
 That he should plot and plan and bring to pass 
 His wife might, of her own free will and deed, 750 
 
 Relieve him of her presence, get her gone. 
 And yet leave all the dowry safe behind. 
 Confirmed his own henceforward past dispute, 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 13i 
 
 While blotting out, as by a belch of hell. 
 Their triumph in her misery and death. 
 
 You see, the man was Aretine, had touch 
 
 O' the subtle air that breeds the subtle wit ; 
 
 Was noble too, of old blood thrice-refined 
 
 That shrinks from clownish coarseness in disgust : 
 
 Allow that such an one may take revenge, 760 
 
 You do n't expect he '11 catch up stone and fling. 
 
 Or try cross-buttock, or whirl quarter-staff ? 
 
 Instead of the honest drubbing clowns bestow, 
 
 When out of temper at the dinner spoilt. 
 
 On meddling mother-in-law and tiresome wife, — 
 
 Substitute for the clown a nobleman. 
 
 And you have Guido, practising, 't is said, 
 
 Unmitigably from the very first. 
 
 The finer vengeance : this, they say, the fact 
 
 O' the famous letter shows — the writing traced 770 
 
 At Guido's instance by the timid wife 
 
 Over the pencilled words himself writ first — 
 
 Wherein she, who could neither write nor read, 
 
 Was made unblushingly declare a tale 
 
 To the brother, the Abate then in Rome, 
 
 How her putative parents had impressed. 
 
 On their departure, their enjoinment ; bade 
 
 ' We being safely arrived here, follow, you ! 
 
 ' Poison your husband, rob, set fire to all, 
 
 ' And then by means o' the gallant you procure 780 
 
 * With ease, by helpful eye and ready tongue, 
 
 * The brave youth ready to dare, do and die, 
 
 * You shall run off and merrily reach Rome 
 
 * Where we may hve Mke flies in honey-pot : ' — 
 Such being exact the programme of the course 
 Imputed her as carried to effect. 
 
 They also say, — to keep her straight therein, 
 
 AU sort of torture was piled, pain on pain. 
 
 On either side Pompilia's path of Mfe, 
 
 Built round about and over against by fear, . 790 
 
 Circumvallated month by month, and week 
 
 By week, and day by day, and hour by hour. 
 
 Close, closer and yet closer still with pain. 
 
 No outlet from the encroaching pain save just 
 
 Where stood one saviour Hke a piece of heaven. 
 
132 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 Hell's arms would strain round but for this blue gap 
 
 She, they say further, first tried every chink. 
 
 Every imaginable break i' the fire. 
 
 As way of escape : ran to the Commissary, 
 
 Who bade her not malign his friend her spouse ; 800 
 
 Flung herself thrice at the Archbishop's feet, 
 
 Where three times the Archbishop let her lie, 
 
 Spend her whole sorrow and sob full heart forth, 
 
 Aiid then took up the slight load from the ground 
 
 And bore it back for husband to chastise, — 
 
 Mildly of course, — but natural right is right. 
 
 So went she slipping ever yet catching at help, 
 
 Missing the high till come to lowest and last, 
 
 No more than a certain friar of mean degree. 
 
 Who heard her story in confession, wept, 810 
 
 Crossed himself, showed the man within the monk. 
 
 * Then, will you save me, you the one i' the world ? 
 ' I cannot even write my woes, nor put 
 
 ' My prayer for help in words a friend may read, — 
 
 ' I no more own a coin than have an hour 
 
 ' Free of observance, — I was watched to church, 
 
 ' Am watched now, shall be watched back presently, — 
 
 ' How buy the skill of scribe i' the market-place ? 
 
 ' Pray you, \mte down and send whatever I say 
 
 ' O' the need I have my parents take me hence ! ' 820 
 
 The good man rubbed his eyes and could not choose — 
 
 Let her dictate her letter in such a sense 
 
 That parents, to save breaking down a wall. 
 
 Might lift her over : she went back, heaven in her 
 
 heart. 
 Then the good man took counsel of his couch, 
 Woke and thought twice, the second thought the best : 
 ' Here am I, foolish body that I be, 
 ' Caught all but pushing, teaching, who but I, 
 ' My betters their plain duty, — what, I dare 
 ' Help a case the Archbishop would not help, 830 
 
 ' Mend matters, peradventure, God loves mar ? 
 ' What hath the married life but strifes and plagues 
 ' For proper dispensation ? So a fool 
 ' Once touched the ark, — poor Hophni that I am ! 
 ' Oh married ones, much rather should I bid, 
 ' In patience all of ye possess your souls ! 
 
 * This life is brief and troubles die with it : 
 
 ' Where were the prick to soar up homeward else ? * 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 133 
 
 So saying, he burnt the letter he had writ, 
 
 Said Ave for her intention, in its place, 840 
 
 Took snuff and comfort, and had done with all. 
 
 Then the grim arms stretched yet a little more 
 
 And each touched each, all but one streak i' the midst, 
 
 Whereat stood Caponsacchi, who cried, ' This way, 
 
 ' Out by me ! Hesitate one moment more 
 
 * And the fire shuts out me and shuts in you ! 
 
 ' Here my hand holds you hfe out ! ' Whereupon 
 
 She clasped the hand, which closed on hers and drew 
 
 PompiUa out o' the circle now complete. 
 
 Whose fault or shame but Guido's ?— ask her friends. 
 
 But then this is the wife's— PompiUa's tale — 851 
 
 Eve's ... no, not Eve's, since Eve, to speak the truth, 
 
 Was hardly fallen (our candour might pronounce) 
 
 So much of paradisal nature, Eve's, 
 
 When simply sapng in her own defence 
 
 ' The serpent tempted me and I did eat.' 
 
 Her daughters ever since prefer to urge 
 
 ' Adam so starved me I was fain accept 
 
 ' The apple any serpent pushed my way.' 
 
 What an elaborate theory have we here, 860 
 
 Ingeniously nursed up, pretentiously 
 
 Brought forth, pushed forward amid trumpet-blast. 
 
 To account for the thawing of an icicle, 
 
 Show us there needed ^tna vomit flame 
 
 Ere run the crystal into dew-drops ! Else, 
 
 How, unless hell broke loose to cause the step. 
 
 How could a married lady go astray ? 
 
 Bless the fools ! And 't is just this way they are 
 
 blessed. 
 And the world wags still, — because fools are sure 
 — Oh, not of my wife nor your daughter ! No ! 
 But of their own : the case is altered quite. 871 
 
 Look now, — ^last week, the lady we all love, — 
 Daughter o' the couple we all venerate. 
 Wife of the husband we all cap before. 
 Mother o' the babes we all breathe blessings on, — 
 Was caught in converse with a negro page. 
 Hell thawed that icicle, else ' Why was it — 
 * Why ? ' asked and echoed the fools. ' Because, you 
 
 fools,—' 
 So did the dame's self answer, she who could, 
 
134 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 With that fine candour only forthcoming 880 
 
 When 't is no odds whether withheld or no — 
 
 * Because my husband was the saint you say, 
 
 ' And, — with that childish goodness, absurd faith, 
 
 * Stupid self-satisfaction, you so praise, — 
 
 * Saint to you, insupportable to me. 
 
 ' Had he, — instead of calling me fine names, 
 
 * Lucretia and Susanna and so forth, 
 ' And curtaining Correggio carefully 
 
 * Lest I be taught that Leda had two legs, — 
 
 ' — ^But once never so little tweaked my nose 890 
 
 ' For peeping through my fan at Carnival, 
 ' Confessing thereby " I have no easy tasl?: — 
 ' " I need use all my powers to hold you mine, 
 ' " And then, — why 't is so doubtful if they serve, 
 
 * " That — ^take this, as an earnest of despair ! " 
 
 * Why, we were quits — I had wiped the harm away, 
 
 * Thouglit " The man fears me ! " and foregone 
 
 revenge.' 
 We must not want all this elaborate work 
 To solve the problem why young lancy-and-fiesh 
 Slips from the dull side of a spouse in years, 900 
 
 Betakes it to the breast of brisk-and bold 
 Whose love-scrapes furnish talk for all the town ! 
 
 Accordingly, one word on the other side 
 
 Tips over the piled-up fabric of a tale. 
 
 Guido says — that is, always, his friends say — 
 
 It is unlikely from the wickedness, 
 
 That any man treat any woman so. 
 
 The letter in question was her very own, 
 
 Unprompted and unaided : she could ^\Tite — 
 
 As able to write as ready to sin, or free, 910 
 
 When there was danger, to deny both facts. 
 
 He bids you mark, herself from first to last 
 
 Attributes all the so-styled torture just 
 
 To jealousy, — ^jealousy of whom but just 
 
 This very Caponsacchi ! How suits here 
 
 This with the other alleged motive, Prince ? 
 
 Would Guido make a terror of the man 
 
 He meant should tempt the woman, as they charge ? 
 
 Do you fright your hare that you may catch your hare ? 
 
 Consider too, the charge was made and met 920 
 
 At the proper time and place where proofs were plain — 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 135 
 
 Heard patiently and disposed of thoroughly 
 
 By the highest powers, possessors of most light, 
 
 The Governor, for the law, and the Archbishop 
 
 For the gospel : which acknowledged primacies, 
 
 'T is impudently pleaded, he could warp 
 
 Into a tacit partnership with crime — 
 
 He being the while, believe their own account. 
 
 Impotent, penniless and miserable ! 929 
 
 He further asks— Duke, note the knotty point !— 
 
 How he, — concede him skill to play such part 
 
 And drive his wife into a gallant's arms, — 
 
 Could bring the gallant to play his part too 
 
 And stand with arms so opportunely mde ? 
 
 How bring this Caponsacchi,— with whom, friends 
 
 And foes aUke agree, throughout his Ufe 
 
 He never interchanged a civil word 
 
 Nor lifted courteous cap to — how bend him. 
 
 To such observancy of beck and call, 
 
 — ^To undertake this strange and perilous feat 940 
 
 For the good of Guido, using, as the lure, 
 
 Pompiha whom, himself and she avouch. 
 
 He had nor spoken with nor seen, indeed, 
 
 Beyond sight in a public theatre. 
 
 When she wrote letters (she that could not write !) 
 
 The importunate shamelessly-protested love 
 
 Which brought him, though reluctant, to her feet, 
 
 And forced on him the plunge which, howsoe'er 
 
 She might swim up i' the whirl, must bury him 
 
 Under abysmal black : a priest contrive 950 
 
 No mitigable amour to be hushed up. 
 
 But open flight and noon-day infamy ? 
 
 Try and concoct defence for such revolt ! 
 
 Take the wife's tale as true, say she was wronged,— 
 
 Pray, in what rubric of the breviary 
 
 Do you find it registered the part of a priest 
 
 That to right wrongs he skip from the church-door, 
 
 Go journeying with a woman that 's a wdfe. 
 
 And be pursued, o'ertaken and captured . . . how ? 
 
 In a lay-dress, playing the sentinel 960 
 
 Where the wife sleeps (says he who best should know) 
 
 And sleeping, sleepless, both have spent the night ! 
 
 Could no one else be found to serve at need — 
 
 No woman — or if man, no safer sort 
 
 Than this not well-reputed turbulence 1 
 
136 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 Then, look into his own account o' the case ! 
 
 He, being the stranger and astonished one, 
 
 Yet received protestations of her love 
 
 Erom lady neither known nor cared about : 
 
 Love, so protested, bred in him disgust 970 
 
 After the wonder, — or incredulity, 
 
 Such impudence seeming impossible. 
 
 But, soon assured such impudence might be, 
 
 When he had seen with his own eyes at last 
 
 Letters thrown down to him i' the very street 
 
 Erom behind lattice where the lady lurked, 
 
 And read their passionate summons to her side — 
 
 Why then, a thousand thoughts swarmed up and in, — 
 
 How he had seen her once, a moment's space, 
 
 Observed she was so young and beautiful, 980 
 
 Heard everywhere report she suffered much 
 
 Erom a jealous husband thrice her age, — in short 
 
 There flashed the propriety, expediency 
 
 Of treating, trying might they come to terms, 
 
 — ^At all events, granting the interview 
 
 Prayed for, and so adapted to assist 
 
 Decision as to whether he advance. 
 
 Stand or retire, in his benevolent mood. 
 
 Therefore the interview befell at length ; 
 
 And at this one and only interview, 990 
 
 He saw the sole and single course to take — 
 
 Bade her dispose of him, head, heart and hand, 
 
 Did her behest and braved the consequence. 
 
 Not for the natural end, the love of man 
 
 Eor woman whether love be virtue or vice. 
 
 But, please you, altogether for pity's sake — 
 
 Pity of innocence and helplessness ! 
 
 And how did he assure himself of both ? 
 
 Had he been the house-inmate, visitor, 
 
 Eye-witness of the described martyrdom, 1000 
 
 So, competent to pronounce its remedy 
 
 Ere rush on such extreme and desperate course. 
 
 Involving such enormity of harm. 
 
 Moreover, to the husband judged thus, doomed 
 
 And damned without a word in his defence ? 
 
 But no, — the truth was felt by instinct here ! 
 
 — Process which saves a world of trouble and time, 
 
 And there 's his story : what do you say to it, 
 
 Trying its truth by your own instinct too, 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 137 
 
 Since that 's to be the expeditious mode ? lOlo 
 
 * And now, do hear my version,' Guido cries : 
 
 * I accept argument and inference both. 
 ' It would indeed have been miraculous 
 
 ' Had such a confidency sprung to birth 
 
 * With no more fanning from acquaintanceship 
 ' Than here avowed by my wife and this priest. 
 
 * Only, it did not : you must substitute 
 
 * The old stale unromantic way of fault, 
 
 * The commonplace adventure, mere intrigue 
 
 * In the prose form with the unpoetic tricks, 1020 
 
 * Cheatings and lies : they used the hackney chair 
 ' Satan jaunts forth with, shabby and serviceable, 
 
 ' No gilded jimcrack-novelty from below, 
 ' To bowl you along thither, swift and sure. 
 ' That same officious go-between, the wench 
 ' That gave and took the letters of the two, 
 ' Now offers self and service back to me : 
 ' Bears testimony to visits night by night 
 
 * When all was safe, the husband far and away, — 
 
 * To many a timely sHpping out at large 1030 
 ' By light o' the morning-star, ere he should wake. 
 
 ' And whai the fugitives were found at last, 
 ' Why, with them were found also, to belie 
 ' What protest they might make of innocence, 
 ' All documents yet wanting, if need were, 
 ' To estabUsh guilt in them, disgrace in me — 
 
 * The chronicle o' the converse from its rise 
 ' To culmination in this outrage : read ! 
 
 * Letters from wife to priest, from priest to wife, — 
 
 * Here they are, read and say where they chime in 
 
 * With the other tale, superlative purity 1041 
 
 * 0' the pair of saints ! I stand or fall by these.' 
 
 But then on the other side again, — how say 
 
 The pair of saints ? That not one word is theirs — 
 
 No syllable o' the batch or Avrit or sent 
 
 Or yet received by either of the two. 
 
 ' Found,' says the priest, ' because he needed them, 
 
 * FaiUng all other proofs, to prove our fault : 
 
 * So, here they are, just as is natural. 
 
 * Oh yes — we had our missives, each of us ! 1050 
 
 * Not these, but to the full as vile, no doubt : 
 
 * Hers as from me, — she could not read, so burnt, — 
 
 F3 
 
138 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 * Mine as from her, — I burnt because I read. 
 
 * Who forged and found them ? Cui profuerint I ' 
 (I take the phrase out of your Highness' mouth) 
 
 ' He who would gain by her fault and my fall, 
 
 * The trickster, schemer and pretender — he 
 
 * Whose whole career was lie entailing he 
 
 * Sought to be sealed truth by the worst lie last ! ' 
 
 Guido rejoins^ — ' Did the other end o' the tale 1060 
 Match this beginning ! 'Tis alleged I prove 
 A murderer at the end, a man of force 
 Prompt, indiscriminate, effectual : good ! 
 Then what need all this trifling woman's-work. 
 Letters and embassies and weak intrigue. 
 When will and power were mine to end at once 
 Safely and surely ? Murder had come first 
 Not last with such a man, assure yourselves ! 
 The silent acquetta, stilling at command — 
 A drop a day i' the wine or soup, the dose, — 1070 
 The shattering beam that breaks above the bed 
 And beats out brains, with nobody to blame 
 Except the wormy age which eats even oak, — 
 Nay, the staunch steel or trusty cord, — ^who cares 
 I' the bhnd old palace, a pitfall at each step. 
 With none to see, much more to interpose 
 O' the two, three creeping house-dog-servant-things 
 Born mine and bred mine ? — had I willed gross death, 
 I had found nearer paths to thrust him prey 1079 
 Than this that goes meandering here and there 
 Through half the world and calls down in its course 
 Notice and noise, — hate, vengeance, should it fail, 
 Derision and contempt though it succeed ! 
 Moreover, what o' the future son and heir ? 
 The unborn babe about to be called mine, — 
 What end in heaping all this shame on him, 
 Were I indifferent to my own black share ? 
 Would I have tried these crookednesses, say, 
 WilUng and able to effect the straight ? ' 
 
 Ay, would you ! ' — one may hear the priest retort, 
 
 Being as you are, i' the stock, a man of guile, 1091 
 
 And ruffianism but an added graft. 
 
 You, a born coward, try a coward's arms, 
 
 Trick and chicane, — and only when these fail 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 139 
 
 ' Does violence follow, and like fox you bite 
 
 ' Caught out in stealing. Also, the disgrace 
 
 ' You hardly shrunk at, wholly shrivelled her : 
 
 ' You plunged her thin white delicate hand i' the flame 
 
 ' Along with your coarse horny brutish fist, 1099 
 
 ' Held them a second there, then drew out both 
 
 ' — ^Yours roughed a Httle, hers ruined through and 
 
 through. 
 ' Your hurt would heal forthwith at ointment's touch — 
 ' Namely, succession to the inheritance 
 ' Which bolder crime had lost you : let things change, 
 ' The birth o' the boy warrant the bolder crime, 
 ' Why, murder was determined, dared and done. 
 ' For me,' the priest proceeds with his reply, 
 ' The look o' the thing, the chances of mistake, 
 ' All were against me, — that, I knew the first : 
 ' But, knowing also what my duty was, 1110 
 
 ' I did it : I must look to men more skilled 
 
 * I' the reading hearts than ever was the world.' 
 
 Highness, decide ! Pronounce, Her Excellency ! 
 
 Or . . . even leave this argument in doubt, 
 
 Account it a fit matter, taken up 
 
 With all its faces, manifold enough. 
 
 To put upon — what fronts us, the next stage, 
 
 Next legal process ! — Guido, in pursuit, 
 
 Ck)ming up with the fugitives at the inn, 
 
 Caused both to be arrested then and there 1120 
 
 And sent to Rome for judgment on the case — 
 
 Thither, with all his armoury of proofs 
 
 Betook himself, and there we '11 meet him now. 
 
 Waiting the further issue. 
 
 Here some smile 
 ' And never let him henceforth dare to plead, — 
 ' Of all pleas and excuses in the world 
 ' For any deed hereafter to be done, — 
 
 * His irrepressible wrath at honour's wound ! 
 
 * Passion and madness irrepressible ? 1130 
 ' Why, Count and cavaUer, the husband comes 
 
 ' And catches foe i' the very act of shame : 
 
 ' There 's man to man, — nature must have her way, — 
 
 ' We look he should have cleared things on the spot. 
 
 * Yes, then, indeed — even tho' it prove he erred — 
 
 * Though the ambiguous first appearance, mount 
 
140 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 ' Of solid injury, melt soon to mist, 
 
 ' Still, — had he slain the lover and the wife — 
 
 ' Or, since she was a woman and his wife, 
 
 ' Slain him, but stript her naked to the skin 1140 
 
 ' Or at best left no more of an attire 
 
 ' Than patch sufficient to pin j)aper to, 
 
 ' Some one love-letter, infamy and all, 
 
 ' As passport to the Paphos fit for such, 
 
 ' Safe-conduct to her natural home the stews, — 
 
 ' Good ! One had recognized the power o' the pulse. 
 
 ' But when he stands, the stock-fish, — sticks to law — • 
 
 ' Offers the hole in his heart, all fresh and warm, 
 
 ' For scrivener's pen to poke an'd play about — 
 
 ' Can stand, can stare, can tell his beads perhaps, 
 
 ' Oh, let us hear no syllable o' the rage ! 1151 
 
 ' Such rage were a convenient afterthought 
 
 ' For one who would have shown his teeth belike, 
 
 ' Exhibited unbridled rage enough, 
 
 ' Had but the priest been found, as was to hope, 
 
 ' In serge, not silk, with crucifix, not sword : 
 
 ' Whereas the grey innocuous grub, of yore, 
 
 ' Had hatched a hornet, tickle to the touch, 
 
 ' The priest was metamorphosed into knight. 
 
 ' And even the timid wife, whose cue was — shriek, 
 
 ' Bury her brow beneath his trampUng foot, — 1161 
 
 ' She too sprang at him hke a pythoness : 
 
 ' So, gulp down rage, passion must be postponed, 
 
 ' Calm be the word ! Well, our word is — we brand 
 
 ' This part o' the business, howsoever the rest 
 
 ' Befall.' 
 
 ' Nay,' interpose as prompt his friends — 
 ' This is the world's way 1 So you adjudge reward 
 ' To the forbearance and legality 
 ' Yourselves begin by inculcating — a}^ 1170 
 
 ' Exacting from us all with knife at throat ! 
 ' This one wrong more you add to wrong's amount, — 
 ' You pubUsh all, with the kind comment here, 
 ' " Its victim was too cowardly for revenge." ' 
 Make it your own case, — ^j^ou who stand apart 1 
 The husband wakes one morn from heavy sleep. 
 With a taste of poppy in his mouth, — rubs eyes, 
 Finds his wife flown, his strong box ransacked too, 
 Follows as he best can, overtakes i' the end. 
 You bid him use his privilege : well, it seems 1180 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 141 
 
 He's scarce cool-blooded enough for the right move — 
 
 Does not shoot when the game were sure, but stands 
 
 Bewildered at the critical minute, — since 
 
 He has the first flash of the fact alone 
 
 To judge from, act with, not the steady lights 
 
 Of after-knowledge, — yours who stand at ease 
 
 To try conclusions : he 's in smother and smoke, 
 
 You outside, with explosion at an end : 
 
 The sulphur may be lightning or a squib — 1189 
 
 He '11 know in a minute, but till then, he doubts. 
 
 Back from what you know to what he knew not ! 
 
 Hear the priest's lofty ' I am innocent,' 
 
 The wife's as resolute ' You are guilty ! ' Come ! 
 
 Are you not staggered ? — pause, and you lose the move ! 
 
 Nought left you but a low appeal to law, 
 
 ' Coward ' tied to your tail for compliment ! 
 
 Another consideration : have it your way ! 
 
 Admit the worst : his courage failed the Count, 
 
 He 's cowardly like the best o' the burgesses 
 
 He 's grown incorporate with, — a very cur, 1200 
 
 Kick him from out your circle by all means ! 
 
 Why, trundled down this reputable stair. 
 
 Still, the Church-door lies wide to take him in. 
 
 And the Court-porch also : in he sneaks to each, — ■ 
 
 ' Yes, I have lost my honour and my wife, 
 
 * And, being moreover an ignoble hound, 
 
 * I dare not jeopardize my Hfe for them ! ' 
 Rehgion and Law lean forward from their chairs, 
 
 ' Well done, thou good and faithful servant ! ' Ay, 
 Not only applaud him that he scorned the world, 
 But punish should he dare do otherwise. 1211 
 
 If the case be clear or turbid, — you must say ! 
 
 Thus, anyhow, it mounted to the stage 
 
 In the law-courts, — let 's see clearly from this point ! — 
 
 Where the priest tells his story true or false, 
 
 And the wife her story, and the husband his, 
 
 All with result as happy as before. 
 
 The courts would nor condemn nor yet acquit 
 
 This, that or the other, in so distinct a sense 
 
 As end the strife to cither's absolute loss : 1220 
 
 Pronounced, in place of something definite, 
 
 * Each of the parties, whether goat or sheep 
 
 * I' the main, has wool to show and hair to hide. 
 
142 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 * Each has brought somehow trouble, is somehow cause 
 ' Of pains enough, — even though no worse were proved. 
 ' Here is a husband, cannot rule his wife 
 
 ' Without provoking her to scream and scratch 
 ' And scour the fields, — causelessly, it may be : 
 ' Here is that wife, — who makes her sex our plague, 
 ' Wedlock, our bugbear, — perhaps with cause enough : 
 
 * And here is the truant priest o' the trio, worst 1231 
 ' Or best — each quality being conceivable. 
 
 ' Let us impose a little mulct on each. 
 
 ' We punish youth in state of pupilage 
 
 ' Who talk at hours when j^outh is bound to sleep, 
 
 ' Whether the prattle turn upon Saint Rose 
 
 ' Or Donna Olimpia of the Vatican : 
 
 ' 'T is talk, talked wisely or unwisely talked, 
 
 ' I' the dormitory where to talk at all, 
 
 ' Transgresses, and is mulct : as here we mean. 1240 
 
 ' For the wife, — ^let her betake herself, for rest, 
 
 ' After her run, to a House of Convertites — 
 
 ' Keep there, as good as real imprisonment : 
 
 ' Being sick and tired, she will recover so. 
 
 ' For the priest, spritely strayer out of bounds, 
 
 ' Who made Arezzo hot to hold him, — Rome 
 
 ' Profits by his withdrawal from the scene. 
 
 ' Let him be relegate to Civita, 
 
 ' Circumscribed by its bounds till matters mend : 
 
 ' There he at least lies out o' the way of harm 1250 
 
 * From foes — perhaps from the too friendly fair. 
 
 * And finally for the husband, whose rash rule 
 ' Has but itself to blame for this ado, — 
 
 ' If he be vexed that, in our judgments dealt, 
 
 ' He fails obtain what he accounts his right, 
 
 ' Let him go comforted with the thought, no less, 
 
 ' That, turn each sentence howsoever he may, 
 
 ' There 's satisfaction to extract therefrom. 
 
 ' For, does he wish his wife proved innocent ? 
 
 ' Well, she 's not guilty, he may safely urge, 1260 
 
 ' Has missed the stripes dishonest wives endure — 
 
 ' This being a fatherly pat o' the cheek, no more. 
 
 ' Does he wish her guilty ? Were she otherwise 
 
 ' Would she be locked up, set to say her prayers, 
 
 ' Prevented intercourse with the outside world, 
 
 * And that suspected priest in banishment, 
 
 ' Whose portion is a further help i' the case ? 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 143 
 
 ' Oh, ay, you all of you want the other thing, 
 ' The extreme of law, some verdict ^|eat, complete, — 
 ' Either, the whole o' the dowry in your poke 1270 
 
 ' With full release from the false wife, to boot, 
 
 * And heading, hanging for the priest, beside — 
 
 * Or, contrary, claim freedom for the wife, 
 
 ' Repayment of each penny paid her spouse, 
 
 * Amends for the past, release for the future ! Such 
 ' Is wisdom to the children of this world ; 
 
 * But we 've no mind, we children of the light, 
 ' To miss the advantage of the golden mean, 
 
 * And push things to the steel point.' Thus the courts. 
 
 Is it settled so far ? Settled or disturbed, 1280 
 
 Console yourselves : 't is like ... an instance, now I 
 You 've seen the puppets, of Place Navona, play, — 
 Punch and his mate, — how threats pass, blows are 
 
 dealt. 
 And a crisis comes : the crowd or clap or hiss 
 Accordingly as disposed for man or wife — 
 When down the actors duck awhile perdue, 
 Donning what novel rag-and-feather trim 
 Best suits the next adventure, new effect : 
 And, — ^by the time the mob is on the move, 
 With something Hke a judgment pro and con, — 1290 
 There 's a whistle, up again the actors pop 
 In t' other tatter with fresh-tinseled staves, 
 To re-engage in one last worst fight more 
 Shall show, what you thought tragedy was farce. 
 Note, that the climax and the crown of things 
 Invariably is, the devil appears himself, 
 Armed and accoutred, horns and hoofs and tail ! 
 Just so, nor otherwise it proved — ^you '11 see : 
 Move to the murder, never mind the rest ! 
 
 Guido, at such a general duck-down, 1300 
 
 I' the breathing-space, — of wife to convent here, 
 Priest to his relegation, and himself 
 To Arezzo, — had resigned his part perforce 
 To brother Abate, who bustled, did his best, 
 Retrieved things somewhat, managed the three suits — 
 Since, it should seem, there were three suits-at-law 
 Behoved him look to, still, lest bad grow worse : 
 First civil suit, — the one the parents brought. 
 
144 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 Impugning the legitimacy of his wife, 
 
 Affirming thence the nulUty of her rights : 1310 
 
 This was before the Rota, — MoUnes, 
 
 That 's judge there, made that notable decree 
 
 Which partly leaned to Guido, as I said, — 
 
 But Pietro had appealed against the same 
 
 To the very court will judge what we judge now — 
 
 Tommati and his fellows, — Suit the first. 
 
 Next civil suit, — demand on the wife's part 
 
 Of separation from the husband's bed 
 
 On plea of cruelty and risk to life — 
 
 Claims restitution of the dowry paid, 1320 
 
 Immunity from paying any more : 
 
 This second, the Vicegerent has to judge. 
 
 Third and last suit,— this time, a criminal one, — 
 
 Answer to, and protection from, both these, — 
 
 Guido's complaint of guilt against his wife 
 
 In the Tribunal of the Governor, 
 
 Venturini, also judge of the prese;nt cause. 
 
 Three suits of all importance plaguing him. 
 
 Beside a httle private enterprise 
 
 Of Guido's, — essay at a shorter cut. 1330 
 
 For Paolo, knowing the right way at Rome, 
 
 Had, even while superintending these three suits 
 
 I' the regular way, each at its proper court, 
 
 Ingeniously made interest with the Pope 
 
 To set such tedious regular forms aside, 
 
 And, acting the supreme and ultimate judge. 
 
 Declare for the husband and against the wife. 
 
 Well, at such crisis and extreme of straits. 
 
 The man at bay, buffeted in this wise, 
 
 Happened the strangest accident of all. 1340 
 
 ' Then,' sigh friends, ' the last feather broke his 
 
 back, 
 ' Made him forget all possible remedies 
 
 * Save one — he rushed to, as the sole relief 
 ' From horror and the abominable thing.' 
 
 ' Or rather,' laugh foes, ' then did there befall 
 ' The luckiest of conceivable events, 
 
 * Most pregnant with impunity for him, 
 
 ' Which henceforth turned the flank of all attack, 
 
 * And bade him do his wickedest and worst.' 
 
 — ^The wife's withdrawal from the Convertites, I3i:0 
 Visit to the villa where her parents Uved, 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 145 
 
 And birth there of his babe. Divergence here ! 
 I simply take the facts, ask what they show. 
 
 First comes this thunderclap of a surprise : 
 
 Then follow all the signs and silences 
 
 Premonitory of earthquake. Paolo first 
 
 Vanished, was swept off somewhere, lost to Rome : 
 
 (Wells dry up, while the sky is sunny and blue.) 
 
 Then Guido girds himself for enterprise. 
 
 Hies to Vittiano, counsels with his steward, 1360 
 
 Comes to terms with four peasants young and bold, 
 
 And starts for Rome the Holy, reaches her 
 
 At very holiest, for 't is Christmas Eve, 
 
 And makes straight for the Abate's dried-up font, 
 
 The lodge where Paolo ceased to work the pipes. 
 
 And then, rest taken, observation made 
 
 And plan completed, all in a grim week, 
 
 The five proceed in a body, reach the place, 
 
 — Pietro's, by the Paolina, silent, lone. 
 
 And stupefied by the propitious snow, — 1370 
 
 At one in the evening : knock : a voice ' Who's there ? * 
 
 ' Friends with a letter from the priest your friend.' 
 
 At the door, straight smiles old Violante's self. 
 
 She falls, — her son-in-law stabs through and through. 
 
 Reaches thro' her at Pietro — ' With your son 
 
 ' This is the way to settle suits, good sire ! ' 
 
 He bellows ' Mercy for heaven, not for earth ! 
 
 ' Leave to confess and save my sinful soul, 
 
 * Then do your pleasure on the body of me ! ' 
 
 — ' Nay, father, soul with body must take its chance ! ' 
 
 He presently got his portion and lay still. 1381 
 
 And last, Pompiha rushes here and there 
 
 Like a dove among lightnings in her brake, 
 
 Falls also : Guido's, this last husband's-act. 
 
 He Hfts her by the long dishevelled hair, 
 
 Holds her away at arms' length with one hand. 
 
 While the other tries if Hfe come from the mouth — 
 
 Looks out his whole heart's hate on the shut eyes. 
 
 Draws a deep satisfied breath, ' So — dead at last ! ' 
 
 Throws down the burthen on dead Pietro's knees, 
 
 And ends all with ' Let us away, my boys ! ' 1391 
 
 And, as they left by one door, in at the other 
 Tumbled the neighbours — for the shrieks had pierced 
 
146 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 To the mill and the grange, this cottage and that shed. 
 
 Soon followed the PubUc Force ; pursuit began 
 
 Though Guido had the start and chose the road : 
 
 So, that same night was he, with the other four. 
 
 Overtaken near Baccano, — ^where they sank 
 
 By the way-side, in some shelter meant for beasts, 
 
 And now lay heaped together, nuzzling swine, MOO 
 
 Each wrapped in bloody cloak, each grasping still 
 
 His unwiped weapon, sleeping all the same 
 
 The sleep o' the just, — a journey of twenty miles 
 
 Bringing just and unjust to a level, you see. 
 
 The only one i' the world that suffered aught 
 
 By the whole night's toil and trouble, flight and 
 
 chase. 
 Was just the officer who took them, Head 
 0' the Public Force, — ^Patrizj, zealous soul, 
 Who, having duty to sustain the flesh, 
 Got heated, caught a fever and so died i 1410 
 
 A warning to the over- vigilant, 
 — ^Virtue in a chafe should change her linen quick. 
 Lest pleurisy get start of providence. 
 (That's for the Cardinal, and told, I think !) 
 
 Well, they bring back the company to Rome. 
 
 Says Guido, ' By your leave, I fain would ask 
 
 ' How you found out 't was I who did the deed ? 
 
 ' What put you on my trace, a foreigner, 
 
 ' Supposed in Arezzo, — and assuredly safe 141D 
 
 ' Except for an oversight : who told you, pray ? ' 
 
 ' Why, naturally your wife ! ' Down Guido drops 
 
 0' the horse he rode, — they have to steady and stay, 
 
 At either side the brute that bore him, bound. 
 
 So strange it seemed his wife should live and speak ! 
 
 She had prayed — at least so people tell you now — 
 
 For but one thing to the Virgin for herself, 
 
 Not simply, as did Pietro 'mid the stabs, — 
 
 Time to confess and get her own soul saved — 
 
 But time to make the truth apparent, truth 
 
 For God's sake, lest men should believe a lie : 1430 
 
 Which seems to have been about the single prayer 
 
 She ever put up, that was granted her. 
 
 With this hope in her head, of telling truth, — 
 
 Being familiarized with pain, beside, — 
 
 She bore the stabbing to a certain pitch 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 147 
 
 Without a useless cry, was flung for dead 
 
 On Pietro's lap, and so attained her point. 
 
 Her friends subjoin this — have I done with them ? — 
 
 And cite the miracle of continued life 
 
 (She was not dead when I arrived just now) 1440 
 
 As attestation to her probity. 
 
 Does it strike your Excellency ? Why, your Highness, 
 
 The self-command and even the final prayer, 
 
 Our candour must acknowledge explainable 
 
 As easily by the consciousness of guilt. 
 
 So, when they add that her confession runs 
 
 She was of wifehood one white innocence 
 
 In thought, word, act, from first of her short life 
 
 To last of it ; praying, i' the face of death, 
 
 That God forgive her other sins — not this, 1450 
 
 She is charged with and must die for, that she failed 
 
 Anyway to her husband : while thereon 
 
 Comments the old Religious — ' So much good, 
 
 ' Patience beneath enormity of ill, 
 
 * I hear to my confusion, woe is me, 
 
 ' Sinner that I stand, shamed in the walk and gait 
 ' I have practised and grown old in, by a child ! ' — 
 Guido's friends shrug the shoulder, ' Just this same 
 
 * Prodigious absolute calm in the last hour 
 
 ' Confirms us, — being the natural result 1460 
 
 * Of a hfe which proves consistent to the close. 
 
 ' Having braved heaven and deceived earth through- 
 out, 
 
 * She braves still and deceives still, gains thereby 
 ' Two ends, she prizes beyond earth or heaven : 
 
 ' First sets her lover free, imperilled sore 
 
 * By the new turn things take : he answers yet 
 
 * For the part he played : they have summoned him 
 
 indeed : 
 
 * The past ripped up, he may be punished still : 
 
 * What better way of saving him than this ? 
 
 ' Then, — ^thus she dies revenged to the uttermost 
 
 ' On Guido, drags him with her in the dark, 1471 
 
 ' The lower still the better, do you doubt ? 
 
 ' Thus, two ways, does she love her love to the end, 
 
 ' And hate her hate, — death, hell is no such price 
 
 ' To pay for these, — ^lovers and haters hold.' 
 
 But there's another parry for the thrust. 
 
148 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 * Confession,' cry folks — * a, confession, think ! 
 
 * Confession of the moribund is true ! ' 
 
 Which of them, my wise friends ? Tiiis public one, 
 
 Or the jorivate other we shall never know ? 1480 
 
 The private may contain, — your casuists teach, — 
 
 The acknowledgment of, and the penitence for, 
 
 That other pubUc one, so people say. 
 
 However it be, — ^we trench on deUcate ground. 
 
 Her Eminence is peeping o'er the cards, — 
 
 Can one find nothing in behalf of this 
 
 Catastrophe ? Deaf folks accuse the dumb ! 
 
 You criticize the drunken reel, fool's-speech, 
 
 Maniacal gesture of the man, — we grant ! 
 
 But who poured poison in his cup, we ask ? 1490 
 
 Recall the list of his excessive wrongs. 
 
 First cheated in his wife, robbed by her kin, 
 
 Rendered anon the laughing-stock o' the world 
 
 By the story, true or false, of his wife's birth, — • 
 
 The last seal publicly apposed to shame 
 
 By the open flight of wife and priest, — ^why, Sirs, 
 
 Step out of Rome a furlong, would you know 
 
 What anotherguess tribunal than ours here, 
 
 Mere worldly Court without the help of grace. 
 
 Thinks of just that one incident o' the flight ? 1500 
 
 Guido preferred the same complaint before 
 
 The court at Arezzo, bar of the Granduke, — 
 
 In virtue of it being Tuscany 
 
 Where the offence had rise and flight began, — 
 
 Self -same complaint he made in the sequel here 
 
 Where the offence grew to the full, the flight 
 
 Ended : offence and flight, one fact judged twice 
 
 By two distinct tribunals, — ^what result ? 
 
 There was a sentence passed at the same time 
 
 By Arezzo and confirmed by the Granduke, 1510 
 
 Which nothing baulks of swift and sure effect 
 
 But absence of the guilty, (flight to Rome 
 
 Frees them from Tuscan jurisdiction now) 
 
 — Condemns the wife to the opprobrious doom 
 
 Of all whom law just lets escape from death. 
 
 The Stinche, House of Punishment, for Ufe, — 
 
 That 's what the wife deserves in Tuscany : 
 
 Here, she deserves — remitting with a smile 
 
 To her father's house, main object of the flight ! 
 
 The thief presented with the thing he steals ! 1020 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 149 
 
 At this discrepancy of judgments — mad, 
 The man took on himself the office, judged ; 
 And the only argument against the use 
 O' the law he thus took into his own hands 
 Is . . what, I ask you ?— that, revenging wrong. 
 He did not revenge sooner, kill at first 
 Whom he killed last ! That is the final charge. 
 Sooner ? What 's soon or late i' the case ? — ask we. 
 A wound i' the flesh no doubt wants prompt redress ; 
 It smarts a httle to-day, well in a week, 1530 
 
 Forgotten in a month ; or never, or now, revenge ! 
 But a wound to the soul ? That rankles worse and 
 
 worse. 
 Shall I comfort you, explaining—' Not this once 
 ' But now it may be some five hundred times 
 ' I called you ruffian, pandar, Uar and rogue : 
 
 * The injury must be less by lapse of time ? ' 
 The wrong is a wrong, one and immortal too. 
 And that you bore it those five hundred times, 
 
 Let it rankle unrevenged five hundred years, 1539 
 Is just five hundred wrongs the more and worse 1 
 Men, i^lagued tliis fashion, get to explode this way, 
 If left no other. 
 
 ' But we left this man 
 ' Many another way, and there's his fault,' 
 'T is answered — ' He himself preferred our arm 
 ' O' the law to fight his battle mth. No doubt 
 ' We did not open him an armoury 
 ' To pick and choose from, use, and then reject. 
 ' He tries one weapon and fails, — he tries the next 
 
 * And next : he flourishes wit and common sense, 
 
 ' They fail him,— he phes logic doughtily, 1551 
 
 ' It fails him too, — thereon, discovers last 
 
 ' He has been blind to the combustibles — 
 
 ' That all the while he is a-glow with ire, 
 
 ' Boiling with irrepressible rage, and so 
 
 ' May try explosives and discard cold steel,^ 
 
 ' So hire assassins, plot, plan, execute ! 
 
 ' Is tliis the honest self -forgetting rage 
 
 ' We are called to pardon ? Does the furious bull 
 
 ' Pick out four help-mates from the grazing herd 
 
 ' And journey with them over hill and dale 1561 
 
 ' Till he find his enemy 1 ' 
 
150 THE RING AND THE BOOK iv 
 
 What rejoinder ? save 
 That friends accept our buU-simiUtude. 
 Bull-Uke, — the indiscriminate slaughter, rude 
 And reckless aggravation of revenge, 
 Were all i' the way o' the brute who never once 
 Ceases, amid all provocation more. 
 To bear in mind the first tormentor, first 
 Giver o' the wound that goaded him to fight : 1570 
 And, though a dozen follow and reinforce 
 The aggressor, wound in front and wound in flank. 
 Continues undisturbedly pursuit. 
 And only after prostrating his prize 
 Turns on the pettier, makes a general prey. 
 So Guido rushed against Violante, first 
 Author of all his wrongs, fons et origo 
 Malorum — increasingly drunk, — ^which justice done, 
 He finished with the rest. Do you blame a bull ? 
 
 In truth you look as puzzled as ere I preached ! 
 
 How is that ? There are difficulties perhaps 1581 
 
 On any supposition, and either side. 
 
 Each party wants too much, claims sympathy 
 
 For its object of compassion, more than just. 
 
 Cry the wife's friends, ' O the enormous crime 
 
 'Caused by no provocation in the world ! ' 
 
 ' Was not the wife a Uttle weak ? ' — inquire — 
 
 ' Punished extravagantly, if you please, 
 
 ' But meriting a little punishment ? 
 
 ' One treated inconsiderately, say, 1590 
 
 ' Rather than one deserving not at all 
 
 ' Treatment and discipline o' the harsher sort ? ' 
 
 No, they must have her purity itself. 
 
 Quite angel, — and her parents angels too 
 
 Of an aged sort, immaculate, word and deed, 
 
 At all events, so seeming, till the fiend. 
 
 Even Guido, by his folly, forced from them 
 
 The untoward avowal of the trick o' the birth, 
 
 Would otherwise be safe and secret now. 
 
 Why, here you have the awfulest of crimes IGOO 
 
 For nothing ! Hell broke loose on a butterfly ! 
 
 A dragon born of rose-dew and the moon ! 
 
 Yet here is the monster ! Why, he 's a mere man — 
 
 Born, bred and brought up in the usual way. 
 
 His mother loves him, still his brothers stick 
 
IV TERTIUM QUID 151 
 
 To the good fellow of the boyish games ; 
 
 The Governor of his town knows and approves, 
 
 The Archbishop of the place knows and assists : 
 
 Here he has Cardinal This to vouch for the past, 
 
 Cardinal That to trust for the future, — match 1610 
 
 And marriage were a Cardinal's making, — in short. 
 
 What if a tragedy be acted here 
 
 Impossible for malice to improve, 
 
 And innocent Guido with his innocent four 
 
 Be added, all five, to the guilty three. 
 
 That we of these last days be edified 
 
 With one full taste o' the justice of the world ? 
 
 The long and the short is, truth is what I show : — 
 
 Undoubtedly no pains ought to be spared 
 
 To give the mob an inkling of our Ughts. 1020 
 
 It seems unduly harsh to put the man 
 
 To the torture, as I hear the court intends. 
 
 Though readiest way of twisting out the truth ; 
 
 He is noble, and he may be innocent : 
 
 On the other hand, if they exempt the man 
 
 (As it is also said they hesitate 
 
 On the fair ground, presumptive guilt is weak 
 
 I' the case of nobility and privilege), — 
 
 What crime that ever was, ever will be, 
 
 Deserves the torture ? Then abolish it ! 1630 
 
 You see the reduction ad absurdum, Sirs ? 
 
 Her Excellency must pronounce, in fine ! 
 
 What, she prefers going and joining play ? 
 
 Her Highness finds it late, intends retire ? 
 
 I am of their mind : only, all this talk, talked, 
 
 'T was not for nothing that we talked, I hope ? 
 
 Both know as much about it, now, at least, 
 
 As all Rome : no particular thanks, I beg ! 
 
 (You '11 see, I have not so advanced myself, 
 
 After my teaching the two idiots here !) 1640 
 
COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 
 
 Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court, 
 I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down 
 Without help, make shift to even speak, you see, 
 Fortified by the sip of . . . why, 't is wine, 
 Velletri, — and not vinegar and gall, 
 So changed and good the times grow ! Thanks, kind 
 
 Sir! 
 Oh, but one sip 's enough 1 I want my head 
 To save my neck, there 's work awaits me still. 
 How cautious and considerate . . . aie, aie, aie, 
 Not your fault, sweet Sir ! Come, you take to heart 
 An ordinary matter. Law is law. H 
 
 Noblemen were exempt, the vulgar thought, 
 From racking, but, since law thinks otherwise, 
 I have been put to the rack : all 's over now, 
 And neither wrist — vv^hat men style, out of joint : 
 If any harm be, 't is the shoulder-blade. 
 The left one, that seems wrong i' the socket, — Sirs, 
 Much could not happen, I was quick to faint, 
 Being past my prime of hfe, and out of health. 
 In short I thank you, — yes, and mean the word. 20 
 Needs must the Court be slow to understand 
 How this quite novel form of taking pain, 
 This getting tortured merely in the flesh, 
 Amounts to almost an agreeable change 
 In my case, me fastidious, plied too much 
 With opposite treatment, used (forgive the joke) 
 To the rasp-tooth toying with this brain of mine, 
 And, in and out my heart, the play o' the probe. 
 Eour years have I been operated on 
 I' the soul, do you see — its tense or tremulous part — 
 My self-respect, my care for a good name, 31 
 
 Pride in an old one, love of kindred— -just 
 A mother, brothers, sisters, and the like. 
 That looked up to my face when days were dim, 
 And fancied they found light there — no one spot. 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 153 
 
 Foppishly sensitive, but has paid its pang. 
 
 That, and not this you now obhge me with. 
 
 That was the Vigil-torment, if you please ! 
 
 The poor old noble House that drew the rags 
 
 O' the Franceschini's once superb array 40 
 
 Close round her, hoped to slink unchallenged by, — 
 
 Pluck off these ! Turn the drapery inside out 
 
 And teach the tittering town how scarlet wears ! 
 
 Show men the lucklessness, the improvidence 
 
 Of the easy-natured Count before this Count, 
 
 The father I have some slight feeling for, 
 
 Who let the world slide, nor foresaw that friends 
 
 Then proud to cap and kiss the patron's shoe, 
 
 Would, when the purse he left held spider-webs, 
 
 Properly push his child to wall one day ! 50 
 
 Mimic the tetchy humour, furtive glance 
 
 And brow where half was furious half fatigued, 
 
 O* the same son got to be of middle age. 
 
 Sour, saturnine, — ^your humble servant here, — 
 
 When things go cross and the young wife, he finds 
 
 Take to the window at a whistle's bid. 
 
 And yet demurs thereon, preposterous fool !— 
 
 Whereat the worthies judge he wants advice 
 
 And beg to civilly ask what 's evil here. 
 
 Perhaps remonstrate on the habit they deem 60 
 
 He 's given unduly to, of beating her 
 
 . . Oh, sure he beats her — why says John so else. 
 
 Who is cousin to George who is sib to Tecla's self 
 
 Who cooks the meal and combs the lady's hair ? , 
 
 What ? 'T is my wrist you merely dislocate ) 
 
 For the future when you mean me martyrdom ? / 
 
 — ^Let the old mother's economy alone, 
 
 How the brocade-strips saved o' the seamy side 
 
 O' the wedding-gown buy raiment for a year ? 
 
 — ^How she can dress and dish up — lordly dish 70 
 
 Fit for a duke, lamb's head and purtenance — 
 
 With her proud hands, feast household so a week ? 
 
 No word o' the wine rejoicing God and man 
 
 The less when three-parts water ? Then, I say, 
 
 A trifle of torture to the flesh, Uke yours, 
 
 While soul is spared such foretaste of hell-fire. 
 
 Is naught. But I curtail the catalogue 
 
 Through poHcy, — a rhetorician's trick,— 
 
 Because I would reserve some choicer points 
 
154 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 O' the practice, more exactly parallel — 80 
 
 (Having an eye to climax) with what gift. 
 
 Eventual grace the Court may have in store 
 
 I' the way of plague — my crown of punishments. 
 
 When I am hanged or headed, time enough 
 
 To prove the tenderness of only that, 
 
 Mere heading, hanging, — not their counterpart, 
 
 Not demonstration public and precise 
 
 That I, having married the mongrel of a drab. 
 
 Am bound to grant that mongrel-brat, my wife, 
 
 Her mother's birthright-Ucence as is just, — 90 
 
 Let her sleep undisturbed, i' the family style. 
 
 Her sleep out in the embraces of a priest, 
 
 Nor disallow their bastard as my heir ! 
 
 Your sole mistake, — dare I submit so much 
 
 To the reverend Court ? — has been in all this pains 
 
 To make a stone roll dovra hill, — rack and wrench 
 
 And rend a man to pieces, all for what ? 
 
 Why — make him ope mouth in his own defence, 
 
 Show cause for what he has done, the irregular deed, 
 
 (Since that he did it, scarce dispute can be) 100 
 
 And clear his fame a little, beside the luck 
 
 Of stopping even yet, if possible. 
 
 Discomfort to his flesh from noose or axe — • 
 
 For that, out come the implements of law ! 
 
 May it content my lords the gracious Court 
 
 To listen only half so patient-long 
 
 As I will in that sense profusely speak. 
 
 And — fie, they shall not call in screws to help I 
 
 I killed Pompilia Franceschini, Sirs ; 
 
 Killed too the Comparini, husband, wife, 110 
 
 Who called themselves, by a notorious he. 
 
 Her father and her mother to ruin me. 
 
 There 's the irregular deed : you want no more 
 
 Than right interpretation of the same, 
 
 And truth so far — am I to understand ? 
 
 To that then, with convenient speed, — because 
 
 Now I consider, — yes, despite my boast, 
 
 There is an ailing in this omoplat 
 
 May clip my speech all too abruptly close. 
 
 Whatever the good- will in me. Now for truth 1 120 
 
 I' the name of the indivisible Trinity ! 
 
 Will my lords, in the plentitude of their light, 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 155 
 
 Weigh well that all this trouble has come on me 
 
 Through my persistent treading in the paths 
 
 Where I was trained to go, — ^wearing that yoke 
 
 My shoulder was predestined to receive, 
 
 Born to the hereditary stoop and crease ? 
 
 Noble, I recognized my nobler still, 
 
 The Church, my suzerain ; no mock-mistress, she ; 
 
 The secular owned the spiritual : mates of mine 130 
 
 Have throTVTi their careless hoofs up at her call 
 
 ' Forsake the clover and come drag my wain ! ' 
 
 There they go cropping : I protruded nose 
 
 To halter, bent my back of docile beast, 
 
 And now am whealed, one wide wound all of me. 
 
 For being found at the eleventh hour o' the day 
 
 Padding the mill-track, not neck-deep in grass : 
 
 —My one fault, I am stiffened by my work, 
 
 — ^My one reward, I help the Court to smile ! 
 
 I am representative of a great line, 140 
 
 One of the first of the old famiUes 
 
 In Arezzo, ancientest of Tuscan towns. 
 
 When my worst foe is fain to challenge this, 
 
 His worst exception runs — not first in rank 
 
 But second, noble in the next degree 
 
 Only ; not malice' self maUgns me more. 
 
 So, my lord opposite has composed, we know, 
 
 A marvel of a book, sustains the point 
 
 That Francis boasts the primacy 'mid saints ; 
 
 Yet not inaptly hath his argument 150 
 
 Obtained response from yon my other lord 
 
 In thesis published with the world's applause 
 
 — Rather 't is Dominic such post befits : 
 
 Why, at the worst, Francis stays Francis still, 
 
 Second in rank to Dominic it may be, 
 
 Still, very saintly, very Uke our Lord ; 
 
 And I at least descend from a Guido once 
 
 Homager to the Empire, nought below — 
 
 Of which account as proof that, none o' the fine 
 
 Having a single gift beyond brave blood, 160 
 
 Or able to do aught but give, give, give 
 
 In blood and brain, in house and land and cash, 
 
 Not get and garner as the vulgar maj^ 
 
 We became poor as Francis or our Lord. 
 
 Be that as it likes you, Sirs, — ^whenever it chanced 
 
156 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 Myself grew capable anyway of remark, 
 (Which was soon — penury makes wit premature) 
 This struck me, I was poor who should be rich 
 Or pay that fault to the world which trifles not 
 When lineage lacks the flag yet lifts the pole : 170 
 Therefore I must make move forthwith, transfer 
 My stranded self, born fish with gill and fin 
 Fit for the deep sea, now left flap bare-backed 
 In slush and sand, a show to crawlers vile 
 Reared of the low-tide and aright therein. 
 The enviable youth with the old name, 
 Wide chest, stout arms, sound brow and pricking 
 
 veins, 
 A heartful of desire, man's natural load, 
 A brainful of belief, the noble's lot, — 179 
 
 All this life, cramped and gasping, high and dry 
 I' the wave's retreat, — the misery, good my lords, 
 Which made you merriment at Rome of late, — 
 It made me reason, rather — muse, demand 
 — ^Why our bare dropping palace, in the street 
 Where such-an-one whose grandfather sold tripe 
 Was adding to his purchased pile a fourth 
 Tall tower, could hardly show a turret sound ? 
 Why Countess Beatrice, whose son I am, 
 Cowered in the winter-time as she spun flax, 
 Blew on the earthen basket of Uve ash, 190 
 
 Instead of jaunting forth in coach and six 
 Like such-another widow who ne'er was wed ? 
 I asked my fellows, how came this about ? 
 ' Why, Jack, the suttler's child, perhaps the camp's, 
 ' Went to the wars, fought sturdily, took a town 
 ' And got rewarded as was natural. 
 ' She of the coach and six — excuse me there ! 
 ' Why, do n't you know the story of her friend ? 
 ' A clown dressed vines on somebody's estate, 
 ' His boy recoiled from muck, liked Latin more, 
 ' Stuck to his pen and got to be a priest, 20i 
 
 ' Till one day . . do n't you mind that telling tract 
 ' Against MoUnos, the old Cardinal wrote ? 
 ' He penned and dropped it in the patron's desk 
 ' Who, deep in thought and absent much of mind, 
 ' Licensed the thing, allowed it for his own ; 
 ' Quick came promotion, — suum cuique, Count ! 
 * Oh, he can pay for coach and six, be sure ! ' 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 157 
 
 ' — ^Well, let me go, do likewise : war 's the word — 
 ' That way the Franceschini worked at first, 210 
 
 ' I '11 take my turn, try soldiership.' — ' What, you ? 
 ' The eldest son and heir and prop o' the house, 
 ' So do you see your duty ? Here 's your post, 
 
 * Hard by the hearth and altar. (Roam from roof, 
 ' This youngster, play the gipsy out of doors, 
 
 ' And who keeps kith and kin that fall on us ?) 
 
 ' Stand fast, stick tight, conserve your gods at home ! ' 
 
 * — ^Well then, the quiet course, the contrary trade ! 
 ' We had a cousin amongst us once was Pope, 
 
 ' And minor glories manifold. Try the Church, 220 
 
 * The tonsure, and, — since heresy 's but half -slain 
 
 * Even by the Cardinal's tract he thought he wrote, — 
 ' Have at Mohnos ! ' — ' Have at a fool's head ! 
 
 ' You a priest ? How were marriage possible ? 
 
 ' There must be Franceschini till time ends — 
 
 ' That 's your vocation. Make your brothers priests^ 
 
 * Paul shall be porporate, and Girolamo step 
 
 ' Red-stockinged in the presence when you choose, 
 
 * But save one Franceschini for the age ! 
 
 ' Be not the vine but dig and dung its root, 230 
 
 ' Be not a priest but gird up priesthood's loins, 
 ' With one foot in Arezzo stride to Rome, 
 
 * Spend yourself there and bring the purchase back 1 
 ' Go hence to Rome, be guided 1 ' 
 
 So I was. 
 I turned ahke from the hill-side zig-zag thread 
 Of way to the table-land a soldier takes, 
 Ahke from the low-lying pasture-place 
 Where churchmen graze, recline and ruminate, 
 — ^Ventured to mount no platform Hke my lords 240 
 Who judge the world, bear brain I dare not brag — 
 But stationed me, might thus the expression serve, 
 As who should fetch and carry, come and go. 
 Meddle and make i' the cause my lords love most — 
 The pubhc weal, which hangs to the law, which holds 
 By the Church, which happens to be through God 
 
 himself. 
 Humbly I helped the Church till here I stand, — 
 Or would stand but for the omoplat, you see ! 
 Bidden qualify for Rome, 1, having a field, 
 Went, sold it, laid the sum at Peter's foot : 250 
 
158 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 Which means — I settled home-accounts with speed, 
 
 Set apart just a modicum should suffice 
 
 To keep the villa's head above the waves 
 
 Of weed inundating its oil and wine. 
 
 And prop roof, stanchion wall o' the palace so 
 
 It should keep breath i' the body, hold its own 
 
 Amid the advance of neighbouring loftiness — 
 
 (People like building where they used to beg) — 
 
 Till succoured one day, — shared the residue 
 
 Between my mother and brothers and sisters there. 
 
 Black-eyed babe Donna This and Donna That, 261 
 
 As near to starving as might decently be, 
 
 — Left myself journey-charges, change of suit, 
 
 A purse to put i' the pocket of the Groom 
 
 O' the Chamber of the patron, and a glove 
 
 With a ring to it for the digits of the niece 
 
 Sure to be helpful in his household, — then 
 
 Started for Rome, and led the Ufe prescribed. 
 
 Close to the Church, though clean of it, I assumed 
 
 Three or four orders of no consequence, 270 
 
 — They cast out evil spirits and exorcise, 
 
 Por example ; bind a man to nothing more, 
 
 Give clerical savour to his layman' s-salt, 
 
 Eacilitate his claim to loaf and fish 
 
 Should miracle leave, beyond what feeds the flock, 
 
 Fragments to brim the basket of a friend. — 
 
 While, for the world's sake, I rode, danced and gamed, 
 
 Quitted me like a courtier, measured mine 
 
 With whatsoever blade had fame in fence, 
 
 — ^Ready to let the basket go its round 280 
 
 Even though my turn was come to help myself, 
 
 Should Dives count on me at dinner-time 
 
 As just the understander of a joke 
 
 And not immoderate in repartee. 
 
 Utrique sic paratus, Sirs, I said 
 
 * Here,' (in the fortitude of years fifteen. 
 So good a pedagogue is penury) 
 
 * Here wait, do service, — serving and to serve ! 
 ' And, in due time, I nowise doubt at all, 
 
 * The recognition of my service comes. 290 
 
 * Next year I'm only sixteen. I can wait.' 
 
 I waited thirty years, may it please the Court : 
 Saw meanwhile many a denizen o' the dung 
 
 I 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 159 
 
 Hop, skip, jump o'er my shoulder, make him wings 
 
 And fly aloft, — succeed, in the usual phrase. 
 
 Everyone soon or late comes round by Rome : 
 
 Stand still here, you'll see all in turn succeed. 
 
 Why, look you, so and so, the physician here, 
 
 My father's lacquey's son we sent to school. 
 
 Doctored and dosed this Eminence and that, 300 
 
 Salved the last Pope his certain obstinate sore, 
 
 Soon bought land as became him, names it now : 
 
 I grasp bell at his griffln-guarded gate, 
 
 Traverse the half-mile avenue, — a term, 
 
 A cypress, and a statue, three and three, — - 
 
 Deliver message from my Monsignor, 
 
 With varletry at lounge i' the vestibule 
 
 I 'm barred from, who bear mud upon my shoe. 
 
 My father's chaplain's nephew. Chamberlain, — 
 
 Nothing less, please you ! — courteous all the same, 
 
 — ^He does not see me though I wait an hour 311 
 
 At his staircase-landing 'twixt the brace of busts, 
 
 A noseless Sylla, Marius maimed to match, 
 
 My father gave him for a hexastich 
 
 Made on my birth-day, — but he sends me down, 
 
 To make amends, that reUc I prize most — 
 
 The unburnt end o' the very candle, Sirs, 
 
 Purfled with paint so prettily round and round. 
 
 He carried in such state last Peter's-day, — 
 
 In token I, his gentleman and squire, 320 
 
 Had held the bridle, walked his managed mule 
 
 Without a tittup the procession through. 
 
 Nay, the official, — one you know, sweet lords ! — • 
 
 Who drew the warrant for my transfer late 
 
 To the New Prisons from Tordinona, — he 
 
 Graciously had remembrance — ' Francesc . . ha ? 
 
 * His sire, now — how a thing shall come about ! — 
 
 * Paid me a dozen florins above the fee, 
 
 ' For drawing deftly up a deed of sale 329 
 
 * When troubles fell so thick on him, good heart, 
 
 ' And I was prompt and pushing ! By all means ! 
 
 * At the New Prisons be it his son shall lie,— 
 
 * Anything for an old friend ! ' and thereat 
 Signed name with triple flourish underneath. 
 These were my fellows, such their fortunes now. 
 While I— kept fasts and feasts innumerable. 
 Matins and vespers, functions to no end 
 
160 THE RING AND THE BOOK y 
 
 I' the train of Monsignor and Eminence, 
 
 As gentleman-squire, and for my zeal's reward 
 
 Have rarely missed a place at the table-foot 340 
 
 Except when some Ambassador, or such hke. 
 
 Brought his own people. Brief, one day I felt 
 
 The tick of time inside me, turning-point 
 
 And slight sense there was now enough of this : 
 
 That I was near my seventh climacteric, 
 
 Hard upon, if not over, the middle Mfe, 
 
 And, although fed by the east-wind, fulsome-fine 
 
 With foretaste of the Land of Promise, still 
 
 My gorge gave symptom it might play me false ; 
 
 Better not press it further, — ^be content 350 
 
 With living and dying only a nobleman. 
 
 Who merely had a father great and rich, 
 
 Who simply had one greater and richer yet. 
 
 And so on back and back till first and best 
 
 Began i' the night ; I finish in the day. 
 
 ' The mother must be getting old,' I said ; 
 
 ' The sisters are well wedded away, our name 
 
 ' Can manage to pass a sister off, at need, 
 
 ' And do for dowry : both my brothers thrive — 
 
 ' Regular priests they are, nor, bat-like, 'bide 360 
 
 ' 'Twixt flesh and fowl with neither privilege. 
 
 ' My spare revenue must keep me and mine. 
 
 ' I am tired : Arezzo's air is good to breathe ; 
 
 ' Vittiano, — one limes flocks of thrushes there ; 
 
 ' A leathern coat costs little and lasts long : 
 
 ' Let me bid hope good-bye, content at home ! ' 
 
 Thus, one day, I disbosomed me and bowed. 
 
 Whereat began the Uttle buzz and thrill 
 
 0' the gazers round me ; each face brightened up : 
 
 As when at your Casino, deep in dawn, 370 
 
 A gamester says at last, ' I play no more, 
 
 ' Forego gain, acquiesce in loss, withdraw 
 
 ' Anyhow : ' and the watchers of his ways, 
 
 A trifle struck compunctious at the word. 
 
 Yet sensible of relief, breathe free once more. 
 
 Break up the ring, venture polite advice — 
 
 * How, Sir ? So scant of heart and hope indeed ? 
 
 ' Retire with neither cross nor pile from play ? — 
 
 ' So incurious, so short-casting ? — give your chance 
 
 ' To a younger, stronger, bolder spirit behke, 380 
 
 ' Just when luck turns and the fine throw sweeps all ? ' 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 161 
 
 Such was the chorus : and its goodwill meant — 
 
 ' See that the loser leave door handsomely ! 
 
 ' There 's an ill look, — it 's sinister, spoils sport, 
 
 ' When an old bruised and battered year-by-year 
 
 ' Fighter with fortune, not a penny in poke, 
 
 ' Reels down the steps of our estabhshment 
 
 ' And staggers on broad dayhght and the world, 
 
 ' In shagra,g beard and doleful doublet, drops 
 
 ' And breaks his heart on the outside : people prate 
 
 ' " Such is the profit of a trip upstairs ! " 391 
 
 ' Contriye he sidle forth, baulked of the blow 
 
 ' Best dealt by way of moral, bidding down 
 
 * No curse but blessings rather on our heads 
 
 ' For some poor prize he bears at tattered breast, 
 
 ' Some palpable sort of kind of good to set 
 
 ' Over and against the grievance : give him quick ! ' 
 
 Whereon protested Paul, ' Go hang yourselves ! 
 
 ' Leave him to me. Count Guiclo and brother of mine, 
 
 ' A word in your ear ! Take courage since faint heart 
 
 ' Ne'er won . . . aha, fair lady, do n't men say ? " 401 
 
 ' There 's a sors, there 's a right Virgilian dip ! 
 
 ' Do you see the happiness o' the hint ? At worst, 
 
 ' If the Church want no more of you, the Court 
 
 * No more, and the Camp as httle, the ingrates, — come, 
 ' Count you are counted : still you 've coat to back, 
 
 ' Not cloth of gold and tissue, as we hoped, 
 
 ' But cloth with sparks and spangles on its frieze 
 
 ' From Camp, Court, Church, enough to make a shine, 
 
 ' Entitle you to carry home a wife 410 
 
 ' With the proper dowry, let the worst betide ! 
 
 ' Why, it was just a wife you meant to take ! ' 
 
 Now, Paul's advice was v/eighty : priests should know : 
 
 And Paul apprised me, ere the week was out. 
 
 That Pietro and Violante, the easy pair. 
 
 The cits enough, with stomach to be more, 
 
 Had just the daughter and exact the sum 
 
 To truck for the quahty of myself : ' She 's young, 
 
 * Pretty and rich : you 're noble, classic, choice. 
 
 ' Is it to be a match ? ' 'A match,' said I. 420 
 
 Done ! He proposed all, I accepted all. 
 And we performed all. So I said and did 
 Simply. As simply followed, not at first 
 But with the outbreak of misfortune, still 
 
162 THE KING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 One comment on the saying and doing — ' What ? 
 ' No blush at the avowal you dared buy 
 ' A girl of age beseems your granddaughter, 
 ' Like ox or ass ? Are flesh and blood a ware ? 
 ' Are heart and soul a chattel ? ' 
 
 Softly, Sirs ! 430 
 
 Will the Court of its charity teach poor me 
 Anxious to learn, of any way i' the world, 
 Allowed by custom and convenience, save 
 This same which, taught from my youth up, I trod ? 
 Take me along with you ; where was the wrong step ? 
 If what I gave in barter, style and state 
 And all that hangs to Franceschinihood, 
 Were worthless, — why, society goes to ground, 
 Its rules are idiot's-rambhng. Honour of birth, — 
 If that thing has no value, cannot buy 440 
 
 Something with value of another sort, 
 You 've no reward nor punishment to give 
 I' the giving or the taking honour ; straight 
 Your social fabric, pinnacle to base, 
 Comes down a-clatter like a house of cards. 
 Get honour, and keep honour free from flaw, 
 Aim at still higher honour, — ^gabble o' the goose ! 
 Go bid a second blockhead Mke myself 
 Spend fifty years in guarding bubbles of breath, 
 Soapsuds with air i' the belly, gilded brave, 450 
 
 Guarded and guided, all to break at touch 
 O' the first young girl's hand and first old fool's purse ! 
 All my privation and endurance, all 
 Love, loyalty and labour dared and did, 
 Fiddle-de-dee ! — ^why, doer and darer both, — 
 Count Guido Franceschini had hit the mark 
 Far better, spent his life with more effect, 
 As a dancer or a prizer, trades that pay ! 
 On the other hand, bid this buffoonery cease, 
 Admit that honour is a privilege, 460 
 
 The question follows, privilege worth what ? 
 Why, worth the market-price, — ^now up, now down, 
 Just so with this as with all other ware : 
 Therefore essay the market, sell your name. 
 Style and condition to who buys them best ! 
 ' Does my name purchase,' had I dared inquire, 
 ' Your niece, my lord ? ' there would have been rebuff 
 Though courtesy, your Lordship cannot else — 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHmi 163 
 
 * Not altogether ! Rank for rank may stand : 
 ' But I have wealth beside, you— poverty ; 470 
 
 ' Your scale flies up there : bid a second bid, 
 ' Rank too and wealth too ! ' Reasoned hke your- 
 self ! 
 But was it to you I went with goods to sell ? 
 This time 'twas my scale quietly kissed the ground, 
 Mere rank against mere wealth — some youth beside, 
 Some T)eauty too, thrown into the bargain, just 
 As the buyer hkes or lets alone. I thought 
 To deal o' the square : others find fault, it seems: 
 The thing is, those my offer most concerned, 
 Pietro, Violante, cried they fair or foul ? 480 
 
 What did they make o' the terms ? Preposterous 
 
 terms ? 
 Why then accede so promptly, close with such ,, 
 Nor take a minute to chaffer ? Bargain struck, . ' 
 They straight grew bihous, wished their money back, 
 Repented them, no doubt : why, so did I, 
 So did your Lordship, if town-talk be true. 
 Of paying a full farm's worth for that piece 
 By Pietro of Cortona — probably 
 His scholar Giro Ferri may have retouched— 
 You caring more for colour than design — 490 
 
 Getting a httle tired of cupids too. 
 That 's incident to all the folk who buy ! 
 I am charged, I know, with gilding fact by fraud ; 
 I falsified and fabricated, wrote 
 Myself down roughly richer than I prove. 
 Rendered a wrong revenue, — grant it all ! 
 Mere grace, mere coquetry such fraud, I say : 
 A flourish round the figures of a sum 
 For fashion's sake, that deceives nobody. 
 The veritable back-bone, understood 500 
 
 Essence of this same bargain, blank and bare. 
 Being the exchange of quahty for wealth, — 
 What^nay such fancy-flights be ? Flecks of oil 
 Fhrted by chapmen where plain deahng grates. 
 I may have dripped a drop — ' My name I sell ; 
 * Not but that I too boast my wealth '—as they, 
 ' — ^We bring you riches ; still our ancestor 
 ' Was hardly the rapscalhon, folks saw^ flogged, 
 ' But heir to we know who, were rights of force ! ' 
 They knew and I knew where the back-bone lurked 
 
164 THE KING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 1' the writhings of the bargain, lords, beUeve ! 511 
 I paid down all engaged for, to a doit, 
 Dehvered them just that which, their life long. 
 They hungered in the hearts of them to gain — 
 Incorporation with nobiUty thus 
 In word and deed : for that they gave me wealth. 
 But when they came to try their gain, my gift, 
 Quit Rome and qualify for Arezzo, take 
 The tone o' the new sphere that absorbed the old. 
 Put away gossip Jack and goody Joan 520 
 
 And go become familiar with the Great, 
 Greatness to touch and taste and handle now, — 
 Why, then, — they found that all was vanity, 
 Vexation, and what Solomon describes ! 
 The old abundant city-fare was best. 
 The kindly warmth o' the commons, the glad clap 
 Of the equal on the shoulder, the frank grin 
 Of the underling at all so many spoons 
 Fire-new at neighbourly treat, — ^best, best and best 
 Beyond compare ! — down to the loll itself 530 
 
 O' the pot-house settle, — better such a bench 
 Than the stiff crucifixion by my dais 
 Under the piece-meal damask canopy 
 With the coroneted coat of arms a-top ! 
 Poverty and privation for pride's sake. 
 All they engaged to easily brave and bear, — 
 With the fit upon them and their brains a- work, — 
 Proved unendurable to the sobered sots. 
 A banished prince, now, will exude a juice 
 And salamander-Uke support the flame : 540 
 
 He dines on chestnuts, chucks the husks to help 
 The broil o' the brazier, pays the due baioc, 
 Goes off light-hearted : his grimace begins 
 At the funny humours of the christening-feast 
 Of friend the money-lender, — then he 's touched 
 By the flame and frizzles at the babe to kiss ! 
 Here was the converse trial, opposite mind : 
 Here did a petty nature split on rock 
 Of vulgar wants predestinate for such — ■ 
 / One dish at supper and weak wine to boot ! 550 
 
 / The prince had grinned and borne : the citizenX 
 ^ shrieked, ^ 
 
 Summoned the neighbourhood to attest the wrong, 
 Made noisy protest he was murdered, — stoned 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 165 
 
 And burned and drowned and hanged, — then broke 
 
 away, 
 He and his wife, to tell their Rome the rest. 
 And this you admire, you men o' the world, my lords ? 
 This moves compassion, makes you doubt my faith ? 
 Why, I appeal to . . sun and moon ? Not I ! 
 Rather to Plautus, Terence, Boccaccio's Book, 
 My townsman, frank Ser Franco's merry Tales, — 5G0 
 To all who strip a vizard from a face, 
 A body from its padding, and a soul 
 From froth and ignorance it styles itself, — 
 If this be other than the daily hap 
 Of purbhnd greed that dog-like still drops bone, 
 Grasps shadow, and then howls the case is hard ! 
 
 So much for them so far : now for myself, 
 
 My profit or loss i' the matter : married am I : 
 
 Text whereon friendly censors burst to preach. 
 
 Ay, at Rome even, long ere I was left 570 
 
 To regulate her life for my young bride 
 
 Alone at Arezzo, friendhness outbroke 
 
 (Sifting my future to predict its fault) 
 
 ' Purchase and sale being thus so plain a point, 
 
 * How of a certain soul bound up, may-be, 
 
 ' I' the barter with the body and money-bags ? 
 
 ' From the bride's soul what is it you expect 1 ' 
 
 Why, loyalty and obedience, — wish and will 
 
 To settle and suit her fresh and plastic mind 
 
 To the novel, nor disadvantageous mould ! 580 
 
 Father and mother shall the woman leave, 
 
 Cleave to the husband, be it for weal or woe : 
 
 There is the law : what sets this law aside 
 
 In my particular case ? My friends submit 
 
 ' Guide, guardian, benefactor, — fee, faw, fum, 
 
 ' The fact is you are forty-five years old, 
 
 ' Nor very comely even for that age : 
 
 ' Girls must have boys.' Why, let girls say so then, 
 
 Nor call the boys and men, who say the same. 
 
 Brute this and beast the other as they do ! 590 
 
 Come, cards on table ! When you chaunt us next 
 
 Epithalamium full to overflow 
 
 With praise and glory of white womanhood, 
 
 The chaste and pure — troll no such lies o'er Up ! 
 
 Put in their stead a crudity or two, 
 
166 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 Such short and simple statement of the case 
 
 As youth chalks on our walls at spring of year ! 
 
 No ! I shall still think nobler of the sex, 
 
 BeUeve a woman still may take a man 
 
 For the short period that his soul wears flesh, 000 
 
 And, for the soul's sake, understand the fault 
 
 Of armour frayed by fighting. Tush, it tempts 
 
 One's tongue too much ! I '11 say — the law 's the law : 
 
 With a wife I look to find all wifeliness, 
 
 As when I buy, timber and twig, a tree — 
 
 I buy the song o' the nightingale inside. 
 
 Such was the pact : Pompilia from the first 
 
 Broke it, refused from the beginning day 
 
 Either in body or soul to cleave to mine, 
 
 And published it forthwith to all the world. 610 
 
 No rupture, — ^you must join ere you can break, — 
 
 Before we had cohabited a month 
 
 She found I was a devil and no man, — 
 
 Made common cause with those who found as much. 
 
 Her parents, Pietro and Violante, — moved 
 
 Heaven and earth to the rescue of all three. 
 
 In four months' time, the time o' the parents' stay, 
 
 Arezzo was a-ringing, bells in a blaze, 
 
 With the unimaginable story rife 
 
 I' the mouth of man, woman and child — to-wit 020 
 
 My misdemeanour. First the lighter side, 
 
 Ludicrous face of things, — how very poor 
 
 The Franceschini had become at last, 
 
 The meanness and the misery of each shift 
 
 To save a soldo, stretch and make ends meet. 
 
 Next, the more hateful aspect, — how myself 
 
 With cruelty beyond Cahgula's 
 
 Had stripped and beaten, robbed and murdered them, 
 
 The good old couple, I decoyed, abused, 
 
 Plundered and then cast out, and happily so, 630 
 
 Since, — in due course the abominable comes, — 
 
 Woe worth the poor young wife left lonely here ! 
 
 Repugnant in my person as my mind, 
 
 I sought, — was ever heard of such revenge ? 
 
 — ^To lure and bind her to so cursed a couch. 
 
 Such co-embrace with sulphur, snake and toad. 
 
 That she was fain to rush forth, call the stones 
 
 C the common street to save her, not from hate 
 
V COUNT GXnDO FRANCESCHINI 167 
 
 Of mine merely, but . . . must I burn my lips 
 
 With the blister of the lie ? , . the satyr-love 640 
 
 Of who but my own brother, the young priest. 
 
 Too long enforced to lenten fare belike, 
 
 Now tempted by the morsel tossed him full 
 
 I' the trencher where lay bread and herbs at best. 
 
 Mark, this yourselves say ! — this, none disallows. 
 
 Was charged to me by the universal voice 
 
 At the instigation of my four-months' wife ! — 
 
 And then you ask ' Such charges so preferred, 
 
 * (Truly or falsely, here concerns us not) 
 
 ' Pricked you to punish now if not before ? — 650 
 
 * Did not the harshness double itself, the hate 
 
 * Harden ? ' I answer ' Have it your way and wdll ! ' 
 Say my resentment grew apace : what then ? 
 
 Do you cry out on the marvel ? When I find 
 
 That pure smooth egg which, laid within my nest, 
 
 Could not but hatch a comfort to us all. 
 
 Issues a cockatrice for me and mine, 
 
 Do you stare to see me stamp on it ? Swans are soft : 
 
 Is it not clear that she you call my wife. 
 
 That any wife of any husband, caught 660 
 
 Whetting a sting like this against his breast, — 
 
 Speckled with fragments of the fresh-broke shell. 
 
 Married a month and making outcry thus, — 
 
 Proves a plague-prodigy to God and man ? 
 
 She married : what was it she married for. 
 
 Counted upon and meant to meet thereby ? 
 
 ' Love ' suggests some one, ' love, a little word 
 
 ' Whereof we have not heard one syllable.' 
 
 So, the Pompilia, child, girl, wife, in one. 
 
 Wanted the beating pulse, the rolling eye, 670 
 
 The frantic gesture, the devotion due 
 
 From Thyrsis to Neaera ! Guido's love — 
 
 Why not provengal roses in his shoe. 
 
 Plume to his cap, and trio of guitars 
 
 At casement, with a bravo close beside ? 
 
 Good things all these are, clearly claimable 
 
 When the fit price is paid the proper way. 
 
 Had it been some friend's wife, now, threw her fan 
 
 At my foot, with just this pretty scrap attached, 
 
 * Shame, death, damnation — fall these as they may, 
 
 ' So I find you, for a minute ! Come this eve ! ' 681 
 — ^Why, at such sweet self-sacrifice, — who knows ? 
 
168 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 I might have fired up, found me at my post, 
 Ardent from head to heel, nor feared catch cough. 
 Nay, had some other friend's . . say, daughter, tripped 
 Upstairs and tumbled flat and frank on me. 
 Bareheaded and barefooted, with loose hair 
 And garments all at large, — cried ' Take me thus ! 
 ' Duke So-and-So, the greatest man in Rome — 
 ' To escape his hand and heart have I broke bounds, 
 ' Traversed the town and reached you ! ' — ^Then, 
 indeed, 691 
 
 The lady had not reached a man of ice ! 
 I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word 
 Those old odd corners of an empty heart 
 For remnants of dim love the long disused. 
 And dusty crumblings of romance ! But here, 
 We talk of just a marriage, if you please^^ " 
 The every-day conditions and no more ; 
 Where do these bind me to bestow one drop 
 Of blood shall dye my wife's true-love-knot pink ? 
 Pompilia was no pigeon, Venus' pet, 701 
 
 That shuffled from between her pressing paps 
 To sit on my rough shoulder, — but a hawk, 
 I bought at a hawk's price and carried home 
 To do hawk's service — at the Rotunda, say. 
 Where, six o' the callow nesthngs in a row. 
 You pick and choose and pay the jDrice for such. 
 I have paid my pound, await my penny's worth. 
 So, hoodwink, starve and properly train my bird. 
 And, should she prove a haggard, — twist her neck ! 
 Did I not pay my name and style, my hope 711 
 
 And trust, my all ? Through spending these amiss 
 I am here ! 'T is scarce the gravity of the Court 
 Will blame me that I never piped a tune, 
 Treated my falcon-gentle like my finch. 
 The obhgation I incurred was just 
 To practise mastery, prove my mastership : — 
 PompiUa's duty was — submit herself. 
 Afford me pleasure, perhaps cure my bile. 
 Am I to teach my lords what marriage means, 720 
 What God ordains thereby and man fulfils 
 Who, docile to' the dictate, treads the house ? 
 My lords have chosen the happier part with Paul 
 And neither marry nor burn, — ^^^et priestliness 
 Can find a parallel to the marriage-bond 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 169 
 
 In its own blessed special ordinance 
 
 Whereof indeed was marriage made the type : 
 
 The Church may show her insubordinate, 
 
 As marriage her refractory. How of the Monk 
 
 Who finds the claustral regimen too sharp 730 
 
 After the first month's essay ? What's the mode 
 
 With the Deacon who supports indifferently 
 
 The rod o' the Bishop when he tastes its smart 
 
 Full four weeks ? Do you straightway slacken hold 
 
 Of the innocents, the all-unwary ones 
 
 Who, eager to profess, mistook their mind ? — 
 
 Remit a fast-day's rigour to the Monk 
 
 Who fancied Francis' manna meant roast quails, 
 
 Concede the Deacon sweet society. 
 
 He never thought the Levite-rule renounced, — 740 
 
 Or rather prescribe short chain and sharp scourge 
 
 Corrective of such peccant humours ? This — 
 
 I take to be the Church's mode, and mine. 
 
 If I was over-harsh, — the worse i' the wife 
 
 Who did not win from harshness as she ought, 
 
 Wanted the patience and persuasion, lore 
 
 Of love, should cure me and console herself. 
 
 Put case that I mishandle, flurry and fright 
 
 My hawk through clumsiness in sportsmanship, 
 
 Twitch out five pens where plucking one would serve — 
 
 What, shall she bite and claw to mend the case ? 751 
 
 And, if you find I pluck five more for that. 
 
 Shall you weep ' How he roughs the turtle there ' ? 
 
 Such was the starting ; now of the further step. 
 In Ueu of taking penance in good part. 
 The Monk, with hue and cry, summons a mob 
 To make a bonfire of the convent, say, — 
 And the Deacon's pretty piece of virtue (save 
 The ears o' the Court ! I try to save my head) 
 Instructed by the ingenuous postulant, 760 
 
 Taxes the Bishop with adultery, (mud 
 Needs must pair off with mud, and filth with filth) — 
 Such being my next experience : who knows not — 
 The couple, father and mother of my wife, 
 Returned to Rome, published before my lords. 
 Put into print, made circulate far and wide 
 That they had cheated me who cheated them ? 
 Pompilia, I supposed their daughter, drew 
 
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170 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 Breath first 'mid Rome's worst rankness, through the 
 deed 769 
 
 Of a drab and a rogue, was bye-blow bastard-babe 
 Of a nameless strumpet, passed off, palmed on me 
 As the daughter with the dowry. Daughter ? Dirt 
 0' the kennel ! Dowry ? Dust o' the street 1 Nought 
 
 more, 
 Nought less, nought else but — oh — ah — assuredly 
 A Franceschini and my very wife ! 
 Now take this charge as you will, for false or true, — • 
 This charge, preferred before your very selves 
 Who judge me now, — ^I pray you, adjudge again, 
 Classing it with the cheats or \^dth the lies, 
 By which category I suffer most ! 780 
 
 But of their reckoning, theirs who dealt with me 
 In either fashion, — ^I reserve my word, 
 Justify that in its place ; I am now to say, 
 Whichever j^oint o' the charge might poison most, 
 Pompiha's duty was no doubtful one. 
 You put the protestation in her mouth 
 ' Henceforward and forevermore, avaunt 
 ' Ye fiends, who drop disguise and glare revealed 
 ' In your own shape, no longer father mine 
 ' Nor mother mine ! Too nakedly you hate 790 
 
 * Me whom you looked as if you loved once, — me 
 
 ' Whom, whether true or false, your tale now damns, 
 
 ' Divulged thus to my public infamy, 
 
 ' Private perdition, absolute overthrow. 
 
 ' For, hate my husband to your hearts' content, 
 
 ' I, spoil and prey of you from first to last, 
 
 ' I who have done you the bhnd service, lured 
 
 ' The Hon to your pitfall, — I, thus left 
 
 ' To answer for my ignorant bleating there, 799 
 
 ' I should have been remembered and withdrawn 
 
 ' From the first o' the natural fury, not flung loose 
 
 ' A proverb and a bye word men will mouth 
 
 * At the cross-way, in the corner, up and down 
 
 * Rome and Arezzo, — there, full in my face, 
 ' If my lord, missing them and finding me, 
 
 ' Content himself with casting his reproach 
 ' To drop i' the street where such impostors die. 
 ' Ah, but — that husband, what the wonder were ! — • 
 ' If, far from casting thus away the rag 
 
 * Smeared with the plague, liis hand had chanced upon, 
 
V COUNT GUIDO ERANCESCHINI 171 
 
 ' Sewn to his pillow by Locusta's wile, — 811 
 
 * Far from abolishing, root, stem and branch, 
 ' The misgrowth of infectious mistletoe 
 
 ' Foisted into liis stock for honest graft, — 
 
 ' If he, repudiate not, renounce nowise, 
 
 ' But, guarthng, guiding me, maintain my cause 
 
 ' By making it his own, (what other way ?) 
 
 ' — To keep my name for me, he call it his, 
 
 ' Claim it of who would take it by their he, — 
 
 ' To save my wealth for me — or babe of mine 820 
 
 ' Their lie was framed to beggar at the birth — 
 
 ' He bid them loose grasp, give our gold again : 
 
 ' Refuse to become partner with the pair 
 
 ' Even in a game which, played adroitly, gives 
 
 ' Its winner hfe's great wonderful new chance, — 
 
 * Of marrying, to-wit, a second time, — 
 
 * Ah, did he do thus, what a friend were he ! 
 
 ' Anger he might show, — who can stamp out flame 
 
 * Yet spread no black o' the brand ? — ^j-et, rough albeit 
 ' In the act, as whose bare feet feel embers scorch, 
 
 ' What grace were his, what gratitude were mine ! ' 
 
 Such protestation should have been my wife's. 832 
 
 Looking for this, do I exact too much ? 
 
 Why, here 's the, — word for word so much, no more, — 
 
 AvowaFshe made, her pure spontaneous speech 
 
 To my brother the Abate at first blush, 
 
 Ere the good impulse had begun to fade — 
 
 So did she make confession for the pair. 
 
 So pour forth praises in her own behalf. 
 
 * Ay, the false letter,' interpose my lords — 840 
 ' The simulated writing, — 't was a trick : 
 
 ' You traced the signs, she merely marked the same, 
 
 ' The product was not hers but yours.' Alack, 
 
 I want no more impulsion to tell truth 
 
 From the other trick, the torture inside there ! 
 
 I confess all — let it be understood — 
 
 And deny nothing ! If I baffle you so, 
 
 Can so fence, in the plenitude of right, 
 
 That my poor la then dagger puts aside 
 
 Each pass o' the Bilboa, beats you all the same, — 
 
 What matters inefficiency of blade ? 851 
 
 Mine and not hers the letter, — conceded, lords ! 
 
 Impute to me that practice ! — take as proved 
 
 I taught my wife her duty, made her see 
 
172 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 What it behoved her see and say and do, 
 
 Feel in her heart and with her tongue declare, 
 
 And, whether sluggish or recalcitrant, 
 
 Forced her to take the right step, I myself 
 
 Marching in mere marital rectitude ! 
 
 And who finds fault here, say the tale be true ? 860 
 
 Would not my lords commend the priest whose zeal 
 
 Seized on the sick, morose or moribund, 
 
 By the palsy-smitten finger, made it cross 
 
 His brow correctly at the critical time ? 
 
 — Or answered for the inarticulate babe 
 
 At baptism, in its stead declared the faith. 
 
 And saved what else would perish unprofessed ? 
 
 True, the incapable hand may rally yet, 
 
 Renounce the sign with renovated strength, — 
 
 The babe may grow up man and Molinist, — 870 
 
 And so Pompiha, set in the good path 
 
 And left to go alone there, soon might see 
 
 That too frank-forward, all too simple-strait 
 
 Her step was, and decUne to tread the rough. 
 
 When here lay, tempting foot, the meadow-side, 
 
 And there the coppice called with singing-birds ! 
 
 Soon she discovered she was young and fair. 
 
 That many in Arezzo knew as much, — 
 
 Yes, this next cup of bitterness, my lords, 
 
 Had to begin go filhng, drop by drop, 880 
 
 Its measure up of full disgust for me, 
 
 Filtered into by every noisome drain — 
 
 Society's sink toward which all moisture runs. 
 
 Would not you prophesy — * She on whose brow is 
 
 stamped 
 ' The note of the imputation that we know, — 
 
 * Rightly or ^\Tongly mothered with a whore, — 
 ' Such an one, to disprove the frightful charge, 
 
 ' What will she but exaggerate chastity, 
 ' Err in excess of wifehood, as it were, 
 ' Renounce even levities permitted youth, 890 
 
 ' Though not youth struck to age by a thunderbolt ? 
 ' Cry " wolf " i' the sheepfold, where 's the sheep dares 
 bleat, 
 
 * Knowing the shepherd listens for a growl ? ' 
 So you expect. How did the devil decree ? 
 Why, my lords, just the contrary of course ! 
 
 It was in the house from the window, at the church 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 173 
 
 From the hassock, — where the theatre lent its lodge, 
 
 Or staging for the pubhc show left space, — 
 
 That still PompiUa needs must find herself 
 
 Launching her looks forth, letting looks reply 900 
 
 As arrows to a challenge ; on all sides 
 
 Ever new contribution to her lap. 
 
 Till one day, what is it knocks at my clenched teeth 
 
 But the cup full, curse-collected all for me ? 
 
 And I must needs drink, drink this gallant's praise, 
 
 That minion's prayer, the other fop's reproach, 
 
 And come at the dregs to — Caponsacchi ! Sirs, 
 
 I, — chin deep in a marsh of misery, 
 
 StruggUng to extricate my name and fame 
 
 And fortune from the marsh would drown them all. 
 
 My face the sole unstrangled part of me, — 911 
 
 I must have this new gad-fly in that face, 
 
 Must free me from the attacking lover too ! 
 
 Men say I battled ungracefully enough — 
 
 Was harsh, uncouth and ludicrous beyond 
 
 The proper part o' the husband : have it so ! 
 
 Your lordships are considerate at least — 
 
 You order me to speak in my defence 
 
 Plainly, expect no quavering tuneful trills 
 
 As when you bid a singer solace you, — 920 
 
 Nor look that I shall give it, for a grace, 
 
 Stans pede in uno : — you remember well 
 
 In the one case, 't is a plainsong too severe, 
 
 This story of my wrongs, — and that I ache 
 
 And need a chair, in the other. Ask you me 
 
 Why, when I felt this trouble flap my face. 
 
 Already pricked with every shame could perch, — 
 
 When, with her parents, my wife plagued me too, — 
 
 Why I enforced not exhortation mild 
 
 To leave whore' s-tricks and let my brows alone, 930 
 
 With mulct of comfits, promise of perfume ? 
 
 ' Far from that ! No, you took the opposite course, 
 ' Breathed threatenings, rage and slaughter ! ' What 
 
 you will ! 
 And the end has come, the doom is verily here. 
 Unhindered by the threatening. See fate's flare 
 Full on each face of the dead guilty three ! 
 Look at them well, and now, lords, look at this ! 
 Tell me : if on that day when I found first 
 
174 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 That Caponsacchi thought the nearest way 
 
 To his church was some half-mile round by my door, 
 
 And that he so admired, shall I suppose, 941 
 
 The manner of the swallows' come-and-go 
 
 Between the props o' the window over-head, — 
 
 That window happening to be my wife's, — 
 
 As to stand gazing by the hour on high, 
 
 Of May-eves, while she sat and let him smile, — 
 
 If I, — instead of threatening, talking big, 
 
 Showing hair-powder, a prodigious pinch, 
 
 For poison in a bottle, — ^making beUeve 
 
 At desperate doings Avith a bauble-sword, 950 
 
 And other bugaboo-and-baby-work, — 
 
 Had, with the vulgarest household implement. 
 
 Calmly and quietly cut off, clean thro' bone. 
 
 But one joint of one finger of my wife. 
 
 Saying ' For listening to the serenade, 
 
 ' Here's your ring-finger shorter a full third : 
 
 ' Be certain I will slice away next joint, 
 
 ' Next time that anybody underneath 
 
 ' Seems somehow to be sauntering as he hoped 
 
 * A flower would eddy out of your hand to his 960 
 
 * While you please fidget with the branch above 
 
 * O' the rose-tree in the terrace ! ' — had I done so. 
 Why, there had followed a quick sharp scream, some 
 
 pain. 
 Much calUng for plaister, damage to the dress, 
 A somewhat sulky countenance next day, 
 Perhaps reproaches, — but reflections too ! 
 I don't hear much of harm that Malchus did 
 After the incident of the ear, my lords ! 
 Saint Peter took the efficacious way ; 
 Malchus was sore but silenced for his life : 970 
 
 He did not hang himself i' the Potter's Field 
 I Like Judas, who was trusted with the bag 
 lAnd treated to sops after he proved a thief. 
 So, by this time, my true and obedient wife 
 Might have been te'lUng beads with a gloved hand ; 
 Awkward a Uttle at pricking hearts and darts 
 On sampler possibly, but well otherwise : 
 Not where Rome shudders now to see her lie. 
 I give that for the course a wise man takes ; 
 ; I took the other however, tried the fool's, 980 
 
 VThe lighter remedy, brandished rapier dread 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 175 
 
 With cork-ball at the tip, boxed Malchus' ear 
 Instead of severing the cartilage. 
 Called her a terrible nickname, and the like 
 And there an end : and what was the end of that ? 
 What was the good effect o' the gentle course ? 
 Why, one night I went drowsily to bed, 
 Dropped asleep suddenly, not suddenly woke, 
 But did wake with rough rousing and loud cry, 
 To find noon in my face, a crowd in my room, 990 
 
 Fumes in my brain, fire in my throat, my wife 
 Gone God knows whither, — rifled vesture-chest. 
 And ransacked money-coffer. ' What does it mean ? ' 
 The servants had been drugged too, stared and 
 yawned, 
 
 * It must be that our lady has eloped ! * 
 
 — ' Whither and with whom ? ' — ' With whom but 
 
 the Canon's self ? 
 ' One recognizes Caponsacchi there ! ' — 
 (By this time the admiring neighbourhood 
 Joined chorus round me while I rubbed my eyes) 
 ' 'T is months since their intelligence began, — lOCO 
 
 * A comedy the town was privy to, — 
 
 ' He wrote and she wrote, she spoke, he rephed, 
 
 ' And going in and out your house last night 
 
 ' Was easy work for one ... to be plain with you . . . 
 
 * Accustomed to do both, at dusk and dawn 
 
 * When you were absent, — at the villa, you know, 
 ' Where husbandry required the master-mind. 
 
 ' Did not you know ? Why, we all knew, you see ! ' 
 And presently, bit by bit, the full and true 
 Particulars of the tale were volunteered lOlO 
 
 With all the breathless zeal of friendship — ' Thus 
 
 * Matters were managed : at the seventh hour of 
 
 night ' . . . 
 — ' Later, at daybreak ' . . . ' Caponsacchi came ' . . . 
 — ' While you and all your household slept like death, 
 ' Drugged as your supper was with drowsy stuff ' . . . 
 — ' And your own cousin Guilhchini too — • 
 
 * Either or both entered your dwelling-place, 
 
 ' Plundered it at their pleasure, made prize of all, 
 
 * Including your wife . . .' — ' Oh, your wife led the way, 
 ' Out of doors, on to the gate . . . ' — ' But gates are shut, 
 ' In a decent town, to darkness and such deeds : 1021 
 ' They climbed the wall — your lady must be Uthe — 
 
176 THE RING- AND THE BOOK v 
 
 ' At the gap, the broken bit . . . ' — ' Torrione, true ! 
 ' To escape the questioning guard at the proper gate, 
 
 * Clemente, where at the inn, hard by, " the Horse," 
 ' Just outside, a calash in readiness 
 
 ' Took the two principals, all alone at last, 
 
 * To gate San Spirito, which o'erlooks the road, 
 ' Leads to Perugia, Rome and liberty.' 
 
 Bit by bit thus made-up mosaic-wise, 1030 
 
 Flat lay my fortune, — tesselated floor, 
 Imperishable tracery devils should foot 
 And frolic it on, around my broken gods, 
 Over my desecrated hearth. 
 
 So much 
 For the terrible effect of threatening, Sirs ! 
 
 Well, this way I was shaken wide awake, 
 
 Doctored and drenched, somewhat unpoisoned so ; 
 
 Then, set on horseback and bid seek the lost, 
 
 I started alone, head of me, heart of me 1040 
 
 Fire, and each limb as languid . . . ah, sweet lords, 
 
 Bethink you ! — poison-torture, try persuade 
 
 The next refractory Molinist with that ! . . . 
 
 Floundered thro' day and night, another day 
 
 And yet another night, and so at last. 
 
 As Lucifer kept falling to find hell, 
 
 Tumbled into the court-yard of an inn 
 
 At the end, and fell on whom I thought to find, 
 
 Even Ca-ponsacchi, — what part once was priest, 
 
 Cast to the winds now with the cassock-rags : 1050 
 
 In cape and sword a cavalier confessed, 
 
 There stood he chiding dilatory grooms, 
 
 Chafing that only horseflesh and no team 
 
 Of eagles would supply the last relay. 
 
 Whirl him along the league, the one post more 
 
 Between the couple and Rome and liberty. 
 
 'T was dawn, the couple were rested in a sort, 
 
 And though the lady, tired, — the tenderer sex, — 
 
 Still lingered in her chamber, — to adjust 
 
 The limp hair, look for any blush astray, — 1060 
 
 She would descend in a twinkling, — ' Have you out 
 
 ' The horses therefore ! ' 
 
 So did I find my wife. 
 Is the case complete ? Do your eyes here see with 
 mine ? ^~ 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 177 
 
 Even the parties dared deny no one 
 Point out of all these points. 
 
 What follows next ? 
 ' Why, that then.jKaS- the time,' you interpose, 
 ' Or then or never, while the fact was fresh, 1069 
 
 * To take the natural vengeance : there and thus 
 ' They and you, — somebody had stuck a sword 
 
 ' Beside you while he pushed you on your horse, — 
 
 ' 'T was requisite to slay the couple, Count ! ' 
 
 Just so my friends say — ' Kill ! ' they cry in a breath. 
 
 Who presently, when matters grow to a head 
 
 And I do kill the offending ones indeed, — 
 
 When crime of theirs, only surmised before, ' ^ 
 
 Is patent, proved indisputably now, — 
 
 When remedy for wrong, untried at the time, 
 
 Which law professes shall not fail a friend, 1080 
 
 Is thrice tried now, found threefold worse than null, — 
 
 When what might turn to transient shade, who knows ? 
 
 SoUdifies into a blot which breaks 
 
 Hell's black off in pale flakes for fear of mine,— 
 
 Then, when I claim and take revenge — ' So rash ? ' 
 
 They cry — ' so Uttle reverence for the law ? ' 
 
 Listen, my masters, and distinguish here ! 
 At first, I called in law to act and help : 
 Seeing I did so, ' Why, 't is clear,' they cry, 
 
 * You shrank from gallant readiness and risk, 1090 
 ' Were coward : the thing's inexplicable else.' 
 Sweet my lords, let the thing be ! I fall flat, 
 
 Play the reed, not the oak, to breath of man. 
 Only, inform my ignorance ! Say I stand 
 Convicted of the having been afraid. 
 Proved a poltroon, no lion but a lamb, — 
 Does that deprive me of my right of lamb 
 And give my fleece and flesh to the first wolf ? 
 Are eunuchs, women, children, shieldless quite 
 Against attack their own timidity tempts ? HOO 
 
 Cowardice w^ere misfortune and no crime ! 
 — ^Take it that waj^ since I am fallen so low 
 I scarce dare brush the fly that blows my face, 
 And thank the man who simply spits not there, — 
 Unless the Court be generous, comprehend 
 How one brought up at the very feet of law 
 As I, awaits the grave GamaUel's nod 
 
178 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 Ere he clench fist at outrage, — ^much less, stab ! 
 ,^— How, ready enough to rise at the right time, 
 (I still could recognize no time mature 1110 
 
 '^Unsanctioned by a move o' the judgment -seat, 
 So, mute in misery, eyed my masters here 
 Motionless till the authoritative word 
 Pronounced amercement. There 's the riddle solved : 
 ) This is just why I slew nor her nor him, 
 i But called in law, law's delegate in the place, 
 ' And bade arrest the guilty couple, Sirs 1 
 We had some trouble to do so — you have heard 
 They braved me, — he with arrogance and scorn. 
 She, with a volubility of curse, 1120 
 
 A conversancy in the skill of tooth 
 And claw to make suspicion seem absurd, 
 Nay, an alacrity to put to proof 
 At my own throat my own sword, teach me so 
 To try conclusions better the next time, — 
 Which did the proper service with the mob. 
 They never tried to put on mask at all : 
 Two avowed lovers forcibly torn apart, 
 Upbraid the tyrant as in a playhouse scene, 
 Ay, and with proper clapping and applause 1130 
 
 From the audience that enjoys the bold and free. 
 I kept still, said to myself, ' There 's law ! ' Anon 
 We searched the chamber where they passed the night. 
 Found what confirmed the worst was feared before. 
 However needless confirmation now — 
 The witches' circle intact, charms undisturbed 
 That raised the spirit and succubus, — letters, to-wit. 
 Love-laden, each the bag o' the bee that bore 
 Honey from lily and rose to Cupid's hive, — 
 Now, poetry in some rank blossom-burst, 1140 
 
 Now, prose, — ' Come here, go there, wait such a while, 
 ' He 's at the villa, now he 's back again : 
 ' We are saved, we are lost, we are lovers all the same ! 
 All in order, all complete, — even to a clue 
 To the drowsiness that happed so opportune — 
 No mystery, when I read ' Of all things, find 
 ' What wine Sir Jealousy decides to drink — 
 ' Red wine ? Because a sleeping-potion, dust 
 ' Dropped into white, discolours wine and shows.' 
 
 • — ' Oh, but we did not write a single word ! 1150 
 
 Somebody forged the letters in our name ! — ^ 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 170 
 
 Both in a breath protested presently. 
 
 Aha, Sacchetti again !— ' Dame,'— quoth the Duke, 
 
 ' What meaneth this epistle, counsel me, 
 
 ' I pick from out thy placket and peruse, 
 
 ' Wherein my^ P^ge averreth thou art white 
 
 ' And warm and wonderful 'twixt pap and pap ? ' 
 
 ' Sir,' laughed the Lady "t is a counterfeit ! 
 
 ' Thy page did never stroke but Dian's breast, 
 
 ' The pretty hound I nurture for thy sake : 1180 
 
 ' To he were losel, — ^by my fay, no more ! ' 
 
 And no more say I too, and spare the Court. 
 
 Ah, the Court 1 yes, I come to the Court's self ; 
 Such the case, so complete in fact and proof 
 I laid at the feet of law, — there sat my lords, 
 Here sit they now, so may they ever sit 
 In easier attitude than suits my haunch ! 
 In this same chamber did I bare my sores 
 O' the soul and not the body, — shun no shame. 
 Shrink from no probing of the ulcerous part, 1170 
 
 Since confident in Nature, — ^which is God, — 
 That she who, for wise ends, concocts a plague, 
 Curbs, at the right time, the plague's virulence too : 
 Law renovates even Lazarus, — cures me ! 
 Ceesar thou seekest ? To Csesar thou shalt go 1 
 Csesar 's at Rome ; to Rome accordingly ! 
 
 The case was soon decided : both weights, cast 
 
 I' the balance, vibrate, neither kicks the beam, 
 
 Here away, there away, this now and now that. 
 
 To every one o' my grievances law gave 1180 
 
 Redress, could purblind eye but see the point. 
 
 The wife stood a convicted runagate 
 
 From house and husband, — driven to such a course 
 
 By what she somehow took for cruelty, 
 
 Oppression and imperilment of hfe — 
 
 Not that such things were, but that so they seemed : 
 
 Therefore, the end conceded lawful, (since 
 
 To save life there 's no risk should stay our leap) 
 
 It follows that all means to the lawful end 
 
 Are lawful hkewise, — poison, theft and flight. 1190 
 
 As for the priest's part, did he meddle or make, 
 
 Enough that he too thought hfe jeopardized ; 
 
 Concede him then the colour charity 
 
180 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 Casts on a doubtful course, — if blackish white 
 
 Or whitish black, will charity hesitate ? 
 
 What did he else but act the precept out, 
 
 Leave, like a provident shepherd, his safe flock 
 
 To follow the single lamb and strayaway ? 
 
 Best hope so and think so, — that the ticklish time 
 
 I' the carriage, the tempting privacy, the last 1200 
 
 Somewhat ambiguous accident at the inn, 
 
 — All may bear explanation : may ? then, must ! 
 
 The letters, — do they so incriminate ? 
 
 But what if the whole prove a prank o' the pen, 
 
 FHght of the fancy, none of theirs at all, 
 
 Bred of the vapours of my brain belike. 
 
 Or at worst mere exercise of scholar's-wit 
 
 In the courtly Caponsacchi : verse, convict ? 
 
 Did not Catullus write less seemly once ? 
 
 Yet doctus and unblemished he abides. 1210 
 
 Wherefore so ready to infer the worst ? 
 
 Still, I did righteously in bringing doubts 
 
 For the law to solve, — take the solution now ! 
 
 ' Seeing that the said associates, wife and priest, 
 
 ' Bear themselves not without some touch of blame 
 
 ' — ^Else why the pother, scandal and outcry 
 
 ' Which trouble our peace and require chastisement ? 
 
 * We, for compUcity in Pompilia's flight 
 ' And deviation, and carnal intercourse 
 
 ' With the same, do set aside and relegate 1220 
 
 ' The Canon Caponsacchi for three years 
 
 * At Civita in the neighbourhood of Rome : 
 ' And we consign Pompilia to the care 
 
 ' Of a certain Sisterhood of penitents 
 
 ' I' the city's self, expert to deal with such.' 
 
 Word for Avord, there 's your judgment ! Read it, lords, 
 
 Re-utter your deUberate penalty 
 
 For the crime yourselves establish ! Your award — 
 
 Who chop a man's right-hand off at the wTist 
 
 For tracing with forefinger words in wine 1230 
 
 O' the table of a drinking-booth that bear 
 
 Interpretation as they mocked the Church ! 
 
 — ^Who brand a woman black between the breasts 
 
 For sinning by connection with a Jew : 
 
 While for the Jew's self — pudency be dumb ! 
 
 You mete out punishment such and such, yet so 
 
 Punish the adultery of wife and priest ! 
 
 Take note of that, before the Mohnists do 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 181 
 
 And read me right the riddle, since right must be ! 
 
 While I stood rapt away with wonderment, 1240 
 
 Voices broke in upon my mood and muse. 
 
 ' Do you sleep ? ' began the friends at either ear, 
 
 ' The case is settled, — you willed it should be so — 
 
 ' None of our counsel, always recollect ! 
 
 * With law's award, budge ! Back into your place ! 
 
 ' Your betters shall arrange the rest for you. 
 
 ' We '11 enter a new action, claim divorce : 
 
 ' Your marriage was a cheat themselves allow : 
 
 ' You erred i' the person, — might have married thus 
 
 ' Your sister or your daughter unaware. 1250 
 
 ' We '11 gain you, that way, liberty at least, 
 
 ' Sure of so much by law's own showing. Up 
 
 ' And off with you and your unluckiness — 
 
 ' Leave us to bury the blunder, sweep things smooth ! ' 
 
 I was in humble frame of mind, be sure ! 
 
 I bowed, betook me to my place again. 
 
 Station by station I retraced the road. 
 
 Touched at this hostel, passed this post-house by, 
 
 Where, fresh-remembered yet, the fugitives 
 
 Had risen to the heroic stature : still — 1260 
 
 ' That was the bench they sat on, — there 's the board 
 
 ' They took the meal at, — yonder garden-ground 
 
 ' They leaned across the gate of,' — ever a word 
 
 O' the Helen and the Paris, with ' Ha ! you 're he, 
 
 ' The . . .much-commiserated husband ? ' Step 
 
 By step, across the pelting, did I reach 
 
 Arezzo, underwent the archway's grin. 
 
 Traversed the length of sarcasm in the street. 
 
 Found myself in my horrible house once more, 
 
 And after a colloquy ... no word assists ! 1270 
 
 With the mother and the brothers, stiffened me 
 
 Strait out from head to foot as dead man does, 
 
 And, thus prepared for Ufe as he for hell, 
 
 Marched to the public Square and met the world. 
 
 Apologize for the pincers, palliate screws ? 
 
 Ply me with such toy- trifles, I entreat ! 
 
 Trust who has tried both sulphur and sops-in-wine ! 
 
 I played the man as I best might, bade friends 
 Put non-essentials by and face the fact. 
 
 * What need to hang myself as you advise ? 1280 
 
 * The paramour is banished, — the ocean's width, 
 
182 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 ' Or the suburb's length,— to Ultima Thule, say, 
 
 ' Or Proxima Civitas, what 's the odds of name 
 
 ' And place ? He 's banished, and the fact 's the thing. 
 
 ' Why should law banish innocence an inch ? 
 
 ' Here 's guilt then, what else do I care to know ? 
 
 ' The adulteress lies imprisoned, — whether in a well 
 
 ' With bricks above and a snake for company, 
 
 ' Or tied by a garter to a bed-post, — much 
 
 ' I mind what 's little, — least 's enough and to spare ! 
 
 ' The httle filhp on the coward's cheek 1291 
 
 ' Serves as though crab-tree cudgel broke his pate. 
 
 * Law has pronounced there 's punishment, less or 
 
 more : 
 ' And I take note o' the fact and use it thus- 
 ' For the first flaw in the original bond, 
 ' I claim release. My contract was to wed 
 ' The daughter of Pietro and Violante. Both 
 ' Protest they never had a child at all. 
 ' Then I have never made a contract : good ! 
 ' Cancel me quick the thing pretended one. 1300 
 
 ' I shall be free. What matter if hurried over 
 ' The harbour-boom by a great favouring tide, 
 ' Or the last of a spent ripple that Hfts and leaves ? 
 ' The Abate is about it. Laugh who wins ! 
 ' You shall not laugh me out of faith in law ! 
 ' I listen, through all your noise, to Rome ! ' 
 
 Rome spoke 
 In three months letters thence admonished me, 
 ' Your plan for the divorce is all mistake. 
 ' It would hold, now, had you, taking thought to wed 
 ' Rachel of the blue eye and golden hair, 1311 
 
 ' Found swarth-skinned Leah cumber couch next day : 
 ' But Rachel, blue-eyed golden-haired aright, 
 ' Proving to be only Laban's child, not Lot's, 
 ' Remains yours all the same for ever more. 
 ' No whit to the purpose is your plea : you err 
 ' I' the person and the quality — nowise 
 ' In the individual, — that 's the case in point ! 
 ' You go to the ground, — are met by a cross-suit 
 ' For separation, of the Rachel here, 1320 
 
 * From bed and board, — she is the injured one, 
 
 * You did the wrong and have to answer it. 
 ' As for the circumstance of imprisonment 
 ' And colour it lends to this your new attack, 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRA^CESCHINI 183 
 
 ' Never fear, that point is considered too ! 
 
 ' The durance is already at an end ; 
 
 ' The convent-quiet preyed upon her health, 
 
 ' She is transferred now to her parents' house 
 
 ' — No^parents, when that cheats and plunders you, 
 
 ' But parentage again confessed in full, 1330 
 
 * When such confession pricks and plagues you more — 
 ' As now — for, this their house is not the house 
 
 ' In Via Vittoria wherein neighbours' watch 
 
 ' Might incommode the freedom of your wife, 
 
 ' But a certain villa smothered up in vines 
 
 ' At the to\^ai's edge by the gate i' the Pauline way, 
 
 ' Out of eye-reach, out of ear-shot, Uttle and lone, 
 
 ' Whither a friend, — at Civita, we hope, 
 
 ' A good half-dozen-hours' ride off, — might, some eve, 
 
 ' Betake himself, and whence ride back, some morn, 
 
 ' Nobody the wiser : but be that as it may, 1341 
 
 ' Do not afflict your brains with trifles now. 
 
 * You have still three suits to manage, all and each 
 
 * Ruinous truly should the event play false. 
 ' It is indeed the Ukelier so to do, 
 
 ' That brother Paul, your single prop and stay, 
 
 * After a vain attempt to bring the Pope 
 ' To set aside procedures, sit himself 
 
 ' And summarily use prerogative, 
 
 ' Afford us the infalhble finger's tact 1350 
 
 ' To disent\vine your tangle of affairs, 
 
 ' Paul, — finding it moreover past his strength 
 
 ' To stem the irruption, bear Rome's ridicule 
 
 * Of . . . since friends must speak ... to be round with 
 ^ you ... 
 
 / Of the old outwitted husband, wronged and wxoth, • 
 \ Pitted against a brace of juveniles — 
 'A brisk priest who is versed in Ovid's art 
 • ' More than his Summa, and a gamesome wife 
 
 * Able to act Corinna without book, 
 
 * Beside the waggish parents who played dupes 1360 
 ' To dupe the duper — (and truly divers scenes 
 
 ' Of the Arezzo palace, tickle rib 
 ' And tease eye till the tears come, so we laugh ; 
 ' Nor wants the shock at the inn its comic force, 
 ' And then the letters and poetry — merum sal I) 
 
 * — Paul, finally, in such a state of things, 
 ' After a brief temptation to go jump 
 
184 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 * And join the fishes in the Tiber, drowns 
 ' Sorrow another and a wiser way : 
 
 ' House and goods, he has sold all off, is gone, 1370 
 
 ' Leaves Rome, — whether for France or Spain, who 
 
 knows ? 
 ' Or Britain almost divided from our orb. 
 ' You have lost him anyhow.' 
 
 Now, — I see my lords 
 Shift in their seat, — would I could do the same ! 
 They probably please expect my bile was moved 
 To purpose, nor much blame me : now, they judge, 
 The fiery titillation urged my flesh 
 Break through the bonds. By your pardon, no, sweet 
 
 Sirs! 
 I got such missives in the public place ; 1380 
 
 When I sought home, — ^with such news, mounted stair 
 And sat at last in the sombre gallery, 
 ('T was Autumn, the old mother in bed betimes, 
 Having to bear that cold, the finer frame 
 Of her daughter-in-law had found intolerable — 
 The brother, walking misery away 
 O' the mountain-side with dog and gun belike) 
 As I supped, ate the coarse bread, drank the wine 
 Weak once, now acrid with the toad's-head-squeeze, 
 My wife's bestowment, — I broke silence thus : 1390 
 
 * Let me, a man, manfully meet the fact, 
 
 ' Confront the worst o' the truth, end, and have peace ! 
 
 * I am irremediably beaten here, — 
 
 ' The gross illiterate vulgar couple, — ^bah ! 
 ' Why, they have measured forces, mastered mine, 
 ' Made me their spoil and prey from first to last. 
 ' They have got my name, — 't is nailed now fast to 
 theirs, 
 
 * The child or changeling is anyway my wife ; 
 
 * Point by point as they plan they execute, 
 
 ' They gain all, and I lose all — even to the lure 1400 
 
 * That led to loss, — they have the wealth again 
 ' They hazarded awhile to hook me with, 
 
 * Have caught the fish and find the bait entire : 
 ' They even have their child or changeling back 
 
 * To trade with, turn to accoimt a second time. 
 
 * The brother, presumably might tell a tale 
 
 * Or give a warning, — he, too, flies the field, 
 
 * And with him vanish help and hope of help. 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 185 
 
 * They have caught me in the cavern where I fell, 
 
 ' Covered my loudest cry for human aid 1410 
 
 ' With this enormous paving-stone of shame. 
 
 ' Well, are we demigods or merely clay ? 
 
 ' Is success still attendant on desert ? 
 
 ' Is tliis, we live on, heaven and the final state, 
 
 ' Or earth which means probation to the end ? 
 
 ' Whv claim escape from man's predestined lot 
 
 ' Of being beaten and baffled ?— God's decree, 
 
 ' In which I, bowing bruised head, acquiesce. 
 
 * One of us Franceschini fell long since 
 
 ' I' the Holy Land, betrayed, tradition runs, 1420 
 
 ' To Paynims by the feigning of a girl 
 ' He rushed to free from ravisher, and found 
 ' Lay safe enough with friends in ambuscade 
 ' Who flayed him while she clapped her hands and 
 laughed : 
 
 * Let me end, falling by a like device. 
 
 ' It will not be so hard. I am the last 
 
 * O' my line which will not suffer any more. 
 
 * I have attained to my full fifty years, 
 
 * (About the average of us all, 'tis said, 
 
 * Though it seems longer to the unlucky man) 1430 
 « — ^Lived through my share of life ; let all end here, 
 
 * Me and the house and grief and shame at once. 
 
 ' Friends my informants, — ^I can bear your blow ! ' 
 
 And I beUeve 't was in no unmeet match 
 
 For the stoic's mood, with something like a smile. 
 
 That, when morose December roused me next, 
 
 I took into my hand, broke seal to read 
 
 The new epistle from Rome. ' All to no use ! 
 
 * Whate'er the turn next injury take,' smiled I, 
 
 * Here 's one has chosen his part and knows his cue. 
 
 * I am done with, dead now ; strike away, good 
 
 friends ! ^ 1441 
 
 * Are the three suits decided in a trice ? 
 
 * Against me, — there 's no question ! How does it go ? 
 ' Is the parentage of my wife demonstrated 
 
 * Infamous to her wish ? Parades she now 
 
 ' Loosed of the cincture that so irked the loin ? 
 ' Is the last penny extracted from my purse 
 
 * To mulct me for demanding the first pound 
 ' Was promised in return for value paid ? 
 
 ' Has the priest, with nobody to court beside, 1450 
 
186 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 * Courted the Muse in exile, hitched my hap 
 
 ' Into a rattUng ballad-rhyme which, bawled 
 ' At tavern-doors, wakes rapture everywhere, 
 ' And helps cheap wine down throat this Christmas 
 
 time, 
 ' Beating the bagpipes ? Any or all of these ! 
 ' As well, good friends, you cursed my palace here 
 ' To its old cold stone face, — stuck your cap for crest 
 ' Over the shield that 's extant in the Square, — 
 ' Or spat on the statue's cheek, the impatient world 
 ' Sees cumber tomb-top in our family church : 1460 
 ' Let him creep under covert as I shall do, 
 ' Half below-ground already indeed. Good-bye ! 
 ' My brothers are priests, and childless so ; that 's 
 
 well— 
 ' And, thank God most for this, no child leave I — 
 
 * None after me to bear till his heart break 
 ' The being a Franceschini and my son ! ' 
 
 ' Nay,' said the letter, ' but you have just tha.t ! 
 ' A babe, your veritable son and heir — 
 ' Lawful, — 't is only eight months since your wife 
 /' Left you, — so, son and heir, your babe was born 
 ( * Last Wednesday in the villa, — ^you see the cause 
 
 * For quitting Convent without beat of drum, 1472 
 ' Stealing a hurried march to this retreat 
 
 ' That 's not so savage as the Sisterhood 
 ' To slips and stumbles : Pietro's heart is soft, 
 ' Violante leans to pity's side, — the pair 
 ' Ushered you into life a bouncing boy : 
 
 * And he 's already hidden away and safe 
 
 ' From any claim on him you mean to make — 
 ' They need him for themselves, — don 't fear, they 
 know 1480 
 
 ' The use o' the bantUng, — the nerve thus laid bare 
 ' To nip at, new and nice, with finger-nail ! ' 
 
 Then I rose up hke fire, and fire-like roared. 
 
 What, all is only beginning not ending now ? 
 
 The worm which wormed its way from skin through 
 
 flesh 
 To the bone and there lay biting, did its best. 
 What, it goes on to scrape at the bone's self, 
 Will wind to inmost marrow and madden me ? 
 
 i 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 187 
 
 There 's to be yet my representative, 
 
 Another of the name shall keep displayed 1490 
 
 The flag with the ordure on it, brandish still 
 
 The broken sword has served to stir a jakes ? 
 
 Who will he be, how will you call the man ? 
 
 A Franceschini, — ^when who cut my purse. 
 
 Filched my name, hemmed me round, hustled me hard 
 
 As rogues at a fair some fool they strip i' the midst, 
 
 When these count gains, vaunt pillage presently : — 
 
 But a Caponsacchi, oh, be very sure ! 
 
 When what demands its tribute of applause 
 
 Is the cunning and impudence o' the pair of cheats, 
 
 The lies and lust o' the mother, and the brave 1501 
 
 Bold carriage of the priest, worthily crowned 
 
 By a witness to his feat i' the following age, — 
 
 And how this three-fold cord could hook and fetch 
 
 And land leviathan that king of pride ! 
 
 Or say, by some mad miracle of chance. 
 
 Is he indeed my flesh and blood, this babe ? 
 
 Was it because fate forged a link at last 
 
 Betwixt my wife and me, and both alike 1509 
 
 Found we had henceforth some one thing to love, 
 
 Was it when she could damn my soul indeed 
 
 She unlatched door, let all the devils o' the dark 
 
 Dance in on me to cover her escape ? 
 
 Why then, the surplusage of disgrace, the spilth 
 
 Over and above the measure of infamy. 
 
 Failing to take effect on my coarse flesh 
 
 Seasoned with scorn now, saturate with shame, — 
 
 Is saved to instil on and corrode the brow. 
 
 The baby-softness of my first-born child — 
 
 The child I had died to see though in a dream, 1520 
 
 The child I was bid strike out for, beat the wave 
 
 And baffle the tide of troubles where I swam. 
 
 So I might touch shore, lay down life at last 
 
 At the feet so dim and distant and divine 
 
 Of the apparition, as 't were Mary's babe 
 
 Had held, through night and storm, the torch aloft, — 
 
 Born now in very deed to bear this brand 
 
 On forehead and curse me who could not save ! 
 
 Rather be the town-talk true, Square's jest, street's jeer 
 
 True, my own inmost heart's confession true, 1530 
 
 And he 's the priest's bastard and none of mine ! 
 
 Ay, there was cause for flight, swift flight and sure ! 
 
188 THE KING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 The husband gets unruly, breaks all bounds 
 
 When he encounters some familiar face, 
 
 Fashion of feature, brow and eyes and lips 
 
 Where he least looked to find them, — time to fly ! 
 
 This bastard then, a nest for him is made, 
 
 As the manner is of vermin, in my flesh — 
 
 Shall I let the filthy pest buzz, flap and sting, 
 
 Busy at my vitals and, nor hand nor foot 1540 
 
 Lift, but let be, lie still and rot resigned ? 
 
 No, I appeal to God, — what says Himself, 
 
 How lessons Nature when I look to learn ? 
 
 Why, that I am alive, am still a man 
 
 With brain and heart and tongue and right-hand too — 
 
 Nay, even with friends, in such a cause as this, 
 
 / To 'right me if I fail to take my right. 
 
 V Ko more of law ; a voice beyond the law 
 xEnters my heart, Quis est pro Domino ? 
 
 Myself, in my own Vittiano, told the tale 1550 
 
 To my own serving-people summoned there : 
 Told the first half of it, scarce heard to end 
 By judges who got done with judgment quick 
 And clamoured to go execute her 'best — 
 Who cried ' Not one of us that dig your soil 
 ' And dress your vineyard, prune your oUve-trees, 
 ' But would have brained the man debauched our wife, 
 
 * And staked the wife whose lust allured the man, 
 ' And paunched the Duke, had it been possible, 
 
 * Who ruled the land, yet barred us such revenge ! ' 
 
 I fixed on the first whose eyes caught mine, some four, 
 
 Resolute youngsters with the heart still fresh, 1562 
 
 Filled my purse with the residue o' the coin 
 
 Uncaught-up by my wife whom haste made blind. 
 
 Donned the first rough and rural garb I found, 
 
 Took whatsoever weapon came to hand, 
 
 And out we flung and on we ran or reeled 
 
 Romeward, I have no memory of our way, 
 
 Only that, when at intervals the cloud 
 
 Of horror about me opened to let in life, 1570 
 
 I listened to some song in the ear, some snatch 
 
 Of a legend, relic of religion, stray 
 
 Fragment of record very strong and old 
 
 Of the first conscience, the anterior right, 
 
 The God's-gift to mankind, impulse to quench 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 189 
 
 The antagonistic spark of hell and tread 
 
 Satan and all his malice into dust, 
 
 Declare to the world the one law, right is right. 
 
 Then the cloud re-encompassed me, and so 
 
 I found myself, as on the wings of winds, 1580 
 
 Arrived : I was at Rome on Christmas Eve. 
 
 Festive bells — everywhere the Feast o' the Babe, 
 
 Joy upon earth, peace and good will to man ! 
 
 I am baptized. I started and let drop 
 
 The dagger. ' Where is it. His promised peace ? ' 
 
 Nine days o* the Birth-Feast did I pause and pray 
 
 To enter into no temptation more. 
 
 I bore the hateful house, my brother's once. 
 
 Deserted, — let the ghost of social joy 1589 
 
 Mock and make mouths at me from empty room 
 
 And idle door that missed the master's step, — 
 
 Bore the frank wonder of incredulous eyes, 
 
 As my own people watched without a word. 
 
 Waited, from where they huddled round the hearth 
 
 Black like all else, that nod so slow to come — 
 
 I stopped my ears even to the inner call 
 
 Of the dread duty, heard only the song 
 
 * Peace upon earth,' saw nothing but the face 
 O' the Holy Infant and the halo there 
 
 Able to cover yet another face 1600 
 
 Behind it, Satan's which I else should see. 
 
 But, day by day, joy waned and withered off : 
 
 The Babe's face, premature with peak and pine, 
 
 Sank into wrinkled ruinous old age. 
 
 Suffering and death, then mist-like disappeared. 
 
 And showed only the Cross at end of all. 
 
 Left nothing more to interpose 'twixt me 
 
 And the dread duty, — for the angel's song, 
 
 ' Peace upon earth,' louder and louder pealed 
 
 ' O Lord, how long, how long be unavenged ? ' 1010 
 
 On the ninth day, this grew too much for man. 
 
 I started up — ' Some end must be ! ' At once, 
 
 Silence : then, scratching like a death-watch-tick, 
 
 Slowly within my brain was syllabled, 
 
 * One more concession, one decisive Vv^ay 
 
 ' And but one, to determine thee the truth, — 
 
 * This way, in fine, I whisper in thy ear : 
 
 ' Now doubt, anon decide, thereupon act ! ' 
 
190 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 ' That is a way, thou whisperest in my ear ! 
 
 * I doubt, I will decide, then act/ said I — 1620 
 
 Then beckoned my companions : ' Time is come ! ' 
 
 And so, all yet uncertain save the will 
 
 To do right, and the daring aught save leave 
 
 Right undone, I did find myself at last 
 
 I' the dark before the villa with my friends, 
 
 And made the experiment, the final test. 
 
 Ultimate chance that ever was to be 
 
 For the wretchedness inside. I knocked — pronounced 
 
 The name, the predetermined touch for truth, 
 
 ' What welcome for the wanderer ? Open straight — ' 
 
 To the friend, physician, friar upon his rounds, 1631 
 
 Traveller belated, beggar lame and blind ? — 
 
 No, but — ' to Caponsacchi ! ' And the door 
 
 Opened. 
 
 And then, — ^why, even then, I think, 
 I' the minute that confirmed my worst of fears. 
 Surely, — I pray God that I think aright ! — 
 Had but Pompilia's self, the tender thing 
 Who once was good and pure, was once my lamb 
 And lay in my bosom, had the well-known shape 1640 
 Fronted me in the door-way, — stood there faint 
 With the recent pang, perhaps, of giving birth 
 To what might, though by miracle, seem my child, — 
 Nay more, I will say, had even the aged fool 
 Pietro, the dotard, in whom folly and age 
 Wrought, more than enmity or malevolence, 
 To practice and conspire against my peace, — 
 Had either of these but opened, I had paused. 
 But it was she the hag, she that brought hell 
 For a dowry with her to her husband's house, 1650 
 She the mock-mother, she that made the match 
 And married me to perdition, spring and source 
 O' the fire inside me that boiled up from heart 
 To brain and hailed the Fury gave it birth, — 
 Violante Comparini, she it was, 
 With the old grin amid the wrinkles yet, 
 Opened : as if in turning from the Cross, 
 With trust to keep the sight and save my soul, 
 I had stumbled, first thing, on the serpent's head 
 Coiled with a leer at foot of it. 1660 
 
 There was the end ! 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 191 
 
 Then was I rapt away by the impulse, one 
 Immeasurable everlasting wave of a need 
 To aboUsh that detested hfe. 'T was done : 
 You know the rest and how the folds o' the thing, 
 Twisting for help, involved the other two 
 More or less serpent-like : how I was mad, 
 Blind, stamped on all, the earth-worms with the asp, 
 And ended so. 
 
 You came on me that night, 1670 
 
 Your officers of justice, — caught the crime 
 In the first natural frenzy of remorse ? 
 Twenty miles off, sound sleeping as a child 
 On a cloak i' the straw which promised shelter first. 
 With the bloody arms beside me, — ^was it not so ? 
 Wherefore not ? Why, how else should I be found ? 
 I was my own self, had my sense again, 
 My soul safe from the serpents. I could sleep : 
 Indeed and, dear my lords, I shall sleep now. 
 Spite of my shoulder, in five minutes' space, 1680 
 
 When you dismiss me, having truth enough ! 
 It is but a few days are passed, I find. 
 Since this adventure. Do you tell me, four ? 
 Then the dead are scarce quiet where they lie, 
 Old Pietro, old Violante, side by side 
 At the church Lorenzo, — oh, they know it well ! 
 So do I. But my wife is still alive, 
 Has breath enough to tell her story yet, 
 Her way, which is not mine, no doubt at all. 
 And Caponsacchi, you have summoned him, — 1690 
 Was he so far to send for ? Not at hand ? 
 I thought some few o' the stabs were in his heart. 
 Or had not been so lavish, — less had served. 
 Well, he too tells his story, — florid prose 
 As smooth as mine is rough. You see, my lords. 
 There will be a lying intoxicating smoke 
 Born of the blood, — confusion probably, — 
 For lies breed lies — but all that rests with you ! 
 The trial is no concern of mine ; with me 
 The main of the care is over : I at least 1700 
 
 Recognize who took that huge burthen off. 
 Let me begin to live again. I did 
 God's bidding and man's duty, so, breathe free ; 
 Look you to the rest ! I heard Himself prescribe, 
 That great Physician, and dared lance the core 
 
192 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 Of the bad ulcer ; and the rage abates, 
 
 I am myself and whole now : I prove cured 
 
 By the eyes that see, the ears that hear again. 
 
 The limbs that have relearned their youthful play, 
 
 The healthy taste of food and feel of clothes 1710 
 
 And taking to our common hfe once more. 
 
 All that now urges my defence from death. 
 
 The willingness to live, what means it else ? 
 
 Before, — but let the very action speak ! 
 
 Judge for yourselves, what life seemed worth to me 
 
 Who, not by proxy but in person, pitched 
 
 Head-foremost into danger as a fool 
 
 That never cares if he can swim or no — 
 
 So he but find the bottom, braves the brook. 
 
 No man omits precaution, quite neglects 1720 
 
 Secrecy, safety, schemes not how retreat, 
 
 Having schemed he might advance. Did I so scheme ? 
 
 Why, with a warrant which 't is ask and have, 
 
 With horse thereby made mine without a word, 
 
 I had gained the frontier and slept safe that night. 
 
 Then, my companions, — call them what you please, 
 
 Slave or stipendiary, — ^what need of one 
 
 To me whose right-hand did its owner's work ? 
 
 Hire an assassin yet expose yourseK ? 
 
 As well buy glove and then thrust naked hand 1730 
 
 I' the thorn-bush. No, the wise man stays at home, 
 
 Sends only agents out, with pay to earn : 
 
 At home, when they come back, — he straight discards 
 
 Or else disowns. Why use such tools at all 
 
 When a man's foes are of his house, like mine, 
 
 Sit at his board, sleep in his bed ? Why noise, 
 
 When there 's the acqueita and the silent way ? 
 
 Clearly my life was valueless. 
 
 But now 
 Health is returned, and sanity of soul 1740 
 
 Nowise indifferent to the body's harm. 
 I find the instinct bids me save my life ; 
 My wits, too, rally round me ; I pick up 
 And use the arms that strewed the ground before, 
 Unnoticed or spurned aside : I take my stand. 
 Make my defence. God shall not lose a life 
 May do Him further service, while I speak 
 And you hear, you my judges and last hope ! 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 193 
 
 You are the law : 't is to the law I look. 
 
 I began life by hanging to the law, 1750 
 
 To the law it is I hang till life shall end. 
 
 My brother made appeal to the Pope, 't is true, 
 
 To stay proceedings, judge my cause himself 
 
 Nor trouble law, — some fondness of conceit 
 
 That rectitude, sagacity sufficed 
 
 The investigator in a case like mine, 
 
 Dispensed with the machine of law. The Pope 
 
 Knew better, set aside my brother's plea 
 
 And put me back to law, — referred the cause 
 
 Ad judices meos, — doubtlessly did well. 1760 
 
 Here, then, I clutch my judges, — I claim law — 
 
 Cry, by the higher law whereof your law 
 
 O' the land is humbly representative, — 
 
 Cry, on what point is it, where either accuse, 
 
 I fail to furnish you defence ? I stand 
 
 Acquitted, actually or virtually. 
 
 By every intermediate kind of court 
 
 That takes account of right or wrong in man, 
 
 Each unit in the series that begins 1769 
 
 With God's throne, ends with the tribunal here. 
 
 God breathes, not speaks, his verdicts, felt not heard. 
 
 Passed on successively to each court I call 
 
 Man's conscience, custom, manners, all that make 
 
 More and more effort to promulgate, mark 
 
 God's verdict in determinable words. 
 
 Till last come human jurists — solidify 
 
 Fluid result, — what 's fixable lies forged, 
 
 Statute, — the residue escapes in fume. 
 
 Yet hangs aloft, a cloud, as palpable 
 
 To the finer sense as word the legist welds. 1780 
 
 Justinian's Pandects only make precise 
 
 What simply sparkled in men's eyes before. 
 
 Twitched in their brow or quivered on their lip. 
 
 Waited the speech they called but would not come. 
 
 These courts then, whose decree your own confirms, — 
 
 Take my whole life, not this last act alone. 
 
 Look on it by the light reflected thence ! 
 
 What has Society to charge me with ? 
 
 Come, unreservedly, — favour nor fear, — 
 
 I am Guido Franceschini, am I not ? 1790 
 
 You know the courses I was free to take ? 
 
 I took just that which let me serve the Church, 
 
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194 THE RmG AND THE BOOK Y 
 
 I gave it all my labour in body and soul 
 
 Till these broke down i' the service. ' Specify ? ' 
 
 Well, my last patron was a Cardinal. 
 
 I left him unconvicted of a fault — 
 
 Was even helped, by way of gratitude, 
 
 Into the new life that I left him for, 
 
 This very misery of the marriage, — he 
 
 Made it, kind soul, so far as in him lay— 1800 
 
 Signed the deed where you yet may see his name. 
 
 He is gone to his reward, — dead, being m^^ friend 
 
 Who could have helped here also, — that, of course 1 
 
 So far, there 's my acquittal, I suppose. 
 
 Then comes the marriage itself — no question, lords, 
 
 Of the entire validity of that ! 
 
 In the extremity of distress, 't is true, 
 
 For after-reasons, furnished abundantly, 
 
 I wished the thing invalid, went to you 
 
 Only some months since, set you duly forth 1810 
 
 My wrong and prayed your remedy, that a cheat 
 
 Should not have force to cheat my whole life long. 
 
 ' Annul a marriage ? 'T is impossible ! 
 
 ' Though ring about j^our neck be brass not gold, 
 
 * Needs must it clasp, gangrene you all the same 1 ' 
 
 Well, let me have the benefit, just so far, 
 
 O' the fact announced, — my wife then is my wife, 
 
 I have allowance for a husband's right. 
 
 I am charged with passing right's due bound, — such 
 
 acts 
 As I thought just, my wife called cruelty, 1820 
 
 Complained of in due form, — convoked no court 
 Of common gossipry, but took her wrongs — 
 And not once, but so long as patience served — • 
 To the town's top, jurisdiction's pride of place. 
 To the Archbishop and the Governor. 
 These heard her charge with my reply, and found 
 That futile, this sufficient : they dismissed 
 The hysteric querulous rebel, and confirmed 
 Authority in its Avholesome exercise, 
 They, with directest access to the facts. 1830 
 
 ' — Ay, for it was their friendship favoured you, 
 ' Hereditary alliance against a breach 
 ' 1' the social order : prejudice for the name 
 ' Of Franceschini ! ' — So I hear it said : 
 But not here. You, lords, never will you say 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 195 
 
 ' Such is the nulHty of grace and truth, 
 
 ' Such the corruption of the faith, such lapse 
 
 ' Of law, such warrant have the MoUnists 
 
 ' For daring reprehend us as they do, — 
 
 ' That we pronounce it just a common case, 1840 
 
 ' Two dignitaries, each in his degree 
 
 ' First, foremost, this the spiritual head, and that 
 
 ' The secular arm o' the body politic, 
 
 ' Should, for mere wrongs' love and injustice' sake, 
 
 ' Side with, aid and abet in cruelty 
 
 ' This broken beggarly noble, — bribed perhaps 
 
 ' By his watered wine and mouldy crust of bread — 
 
 ' Rather than that sweet tremulous flower-like wife 
 
 * Who kissed their hands and curled about their feet 
 
 ' Looking the irresistible loveliness 1850 
 
 ' In tears that takes man captive, turns ' . . . enough I 
 
 Do you blast your predecessors ? What forbids 
 
 Posterity to trebly blast yourselves 
 
 Who set the example and instruct their tongue ? 
 
 You dreaded the crowd, succumbed to the popular cry. 
 
 Or else, would nowise seem defer thereto 
 
 And yield to public clamour though i' the right ! 
 
 You ridded your eye of my unseemliness, 
 
 The noble whose misfortune wearied you, — 
 
 Or, what 's more probable, made common cause 
 
 With"the cleric section, punished in myself 1861 
 
 Maladroit uncomplaisant laity, 
 
 Defective in behaviour to a priest 
 
 Who claimed the customary partnership 
 
 I' the house and the wife. Lords, any lie will serve ! 
 
 Look to it, — or allow me freed so far ! 
 
 Then I proceed a step, come with clean hands 
 Thus far, re-tell the tale told eight months since. 
 The wife, you allow so far, I have not wronged. 
 Has fled my roof, plundered me and decamped 1870 
 In company with the priest her paramour : 
 And I give chase, came up with, caught the two 
 At the wayside inn where both had spent the night, 
 Found them in flagrant fault, and found as well, 
 By documents with name and plan and date. 
 The fault was furtive then that's flagrant now. 
 Their intercourse a long established crime. 
 I did not take the license law's self gives 
 To slay both criminals o' the spot at the time, 
 
196 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 But held my hand, — preferred play prodigy 1880 
 
 Of patience which the world calls cowardice. 
 Rather than seem anticipate the law 
 And cast discredit on its organs, — you — 
 So, to your bar I brought both criminals, 
 And made my statement : heard their counter-charge 
 Nay, — their corroboration of my tale, 
 Nowise disputing its allegements, not 
 1' the main, not more than nature's decency 
 Compels men to keep silence in this kind, — 
 Only contending that the deeds avowed 1890 
 
 Would take another colour and bear excuse. 
 You were to judge between us ; so you did. 
 You disregard the excuse, you breathe away 
 The colour of innocence and leave guilt black, 
 ' Guilty ' is the decision of the court, 
 And that I stand in consequence untouched, 
 One white integrity from head to heel. 
 Not guilty ? Why then did you punish them ? 
 True, punishment has been inadequate — 
 'T is not I only, not my friends that joke, 1900 
 
 My foes that jeer, who echo ' inadequate ' — 
 For, by a chance that comes to help for once, 
 The same case simultaneously was judged 
 At Arezzo, in the province of the Court 
 Where the crime had beginning but not end. 
 They then, deciding on but half o' the crime. 
 The effraction, robbery, — features of the fault 
 I never cared to dwell upon at Rome, — 
 What was it they adjudged as penalty 
 To Pompilia, — the one criminal o' the pair 1910 
 
 Amenable to their judgment, not the priest 
 Who is Rome's ? Why, just imprisonment for life 
 I' the Stinche. There was Tuscany's award 
 To a wife that robs her husband : you at Rome 
 Having to deal with adultery in a wife 
 And, in a priest, breach of the priestly vow, 
 Give gentle sequestration for a month 
 In a manageable Convent, then release. 
 You call imprisonment, in the very house 
 10' the very couple, the sole aim and end 1920 
 
 Of the culprits' crime was — there to reach and rest 
 And there take solace and defy me : well, — 
 This difference 'twixt their penalty and yours 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 197 
 
 Is immaterial : make your penalty less — 
 
 Merely that she should henceforth wear black gloves 
 
 And white fan, she who wore the opposite — 
 
 Why, all the same the fact o' the thing subsists. 
 
 Reconcile to your conscience as you may, 
 
 Be it on your own heads, you pronounced one half 
 
 0' the penalty for heinousness like hers 1930 
 
 And his, that 's for a fault at Carnival 
 
 Of comfit-pelting past discretion's law, 
 
 Or accident to handkerchief in Lent 
 
 Which falls perversely as a lady kneels 
 
 Abruptly, and but half conceals her neck ! 
 
 I acquiesce for my part, — punished, though 
 
 By a pin-point scratch, means guilty : guilty means 
 
 — ^What have I been but innocent hitherto ? 
 
 Anyhow, here the offence, being punished, ends. 
 
 Ends ? — for you deemed so, did you not, sweet lords ? 
 
 That was throughout the veritable aim 1941 
 
 O' the sentence light or heavy, — to redress 
 
 Recognized wTong ? You righted me, I think ? 
 
 Well then, — what if I, at this last of all. 
 
 Demonstrate you, as my whole pleading proves. 
 
 No particle of wrong received thereby 
 
 One atom of right ? — that cure grew worse disease ? 
 
 That in the process you call ' justice done ' 
 
 All along you have nipped away just inch 
 
 By inch the creeping climbing length of plague 1950 
 
 Breaking my tree of life from root to branch, 
 
 And left me, after all and every act 
 
 Of your interference, — lightened of what load ? 
 
 At liberty wherein ? Mere words and wind ! 
 
 ' Now I was saved, now I should feel no more 
 
 ' The hot breath, find a respite from fixed eye 
 
 * And vibrant tongue ! ' Why, scarce your back was 
 
 turned, 
 There was the reptile, that feigned death at first, 
 Renewing its detested spire and spire 
 Around me, rising to such heights of hate 1960 
 
 That, so far from mere purpose now to crush 
 And coil itself on the remains of me, 
 Body and mind, and there flesh fang content, 
 Its aim is now to evoke life from death, 
 Make me anew, satisfy in my son 
 
198 THE RING AND THE BOOK v 
 
 The hunger I may feed but never sate, 
 Tormented on to perpetuity, — 
 My son, whom, dead, I shall know, understand, 
 Feel, hear, see, never more escape the sight 
 In heaven that 's turned to hell, or hell returned 
 (So, rather, say) to this same earth again, — 1971 
 
 Moulded into the image and made one, 
 Fashioned of soul as featured like in face, 
 First taught to laugh and lisp and stand and go 
 By that thief, poisoner and adulteress 
 I call Pompilia, he calls . . . sacred name, 
 Be unpronounced, be unpolluted here ! 
 And last led up to the glory and prize of hate 
 By his . . foster-father, Caponsacchi's self. 
 The perjured priest, pink of conspirators, 1980 
 
 Tricksters and knaves, yet polished, superfine, 
 Manhood to model adolescence by . . . 
 Lords, look on me, declare, — when, what I show. 
 Is nothing more nor less than what you deemed 
 And doled me out for justice, — what did you say ? 
 For reparation, restitution and more, — 
 Will you not thank, praise, bid me to your breasts 
 For having done the thing you thought to do. 
 And thoroughly trampled out sin's life at last ? 
 I have heightened phrase to make your soft speech 
 serve, 19C0 
 
 Doubled the blow you but essayed to strike. 
 Carried into effect your mandate here 
 That else had fallen to ground : mere duty done, 
 Oversight of the master just supplied 
 By zeal i' the servant : I, being used to serve, 
 Have simply . . . what is it they charge me with ? 
 Blackened again, made legible once more 
 Your own decree, not permanently writ. 
 Rightly conceived but all too faintly traced, — 
 It reads efficient, now, comminatory, 2000 
 
 A terror to the wicked, answers so 
 The mood o' the magistrate, the mind of law. 
 Absolve, then, me, law's mere executant ! 
 Protect your own defender, — save me. Sirs ! 
 Give me my life, give me my liberty. 
 My good name and my civic rights again ! 
 It would be too fond, too complacent play 
 Into the hands o' the devil, should we lose 
 
V COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI 199 
 
 The game here, I for God : a soHier-bee 2009 
 
 That yields his hfe, exenterate with the stroke 
 O' the sting that saves the hive. I need that Ufe, 
 Oh, never fear ! I '11 find life plenty use 
 Though it should last five years more, aches and all ! 
 ; For, first thing, there's the mother's age to help — 
 Let her come break her heart upon my breast. 
 Not on the blank stone of my nameless tomb ! 
 The fugitive brother has to be bidden back 
 To the old routine, repugnant to the tread, 
 Of daily suit and service to the Church, — 
 Thro' gibe and jest, those stones that Shimei flung ! 
 Ay, and the spirit-broken youth at home, 2021 
 
 The awe-struck altar-ministrant, shall make 
 Amends for faith now palsied at the source, 
 Shall see truth yet triumphant, justice yet 
 A victor in the battle of this world ! 
 Give me — for last, best gift, my son again, 
 Whom law makes mine, — I take him at your word, 
 Mine be he, by miraculous mercy, lords ! 
 Let me lift up his youth and innocence 
 To purify my palace, room by room ^ 2030 
 
 Purged of the memories, lend from his bright brow 
 Light to the old proud paladin my sire 
 Shrunk now for shame into the darkest shade 
 O' the tapestry, showed him once and shrouds him 
 
 now ! 
 Then may we, — strong from that rekindled smile, — 
 Go forward, face new times, the better day. 
 And when, in times made better through your brave 
 Decision now,— might but Utopia be ! — 
 Rome rife with honest women and strong men. 
 Manners reformed, old habits back once more, 2040 
 Customs that recognize the standard wprth, — 
 The wholesome household rule in force again. 
 Husbands once more God's representative. 
 Wives like the typical Spouse once more, and Priests 
 No longer men of Belial, with no aim 
 At leading silly women captive, but 
 Of rising to such duties as yours now, — 
 Then will I set my son at my right-hand 
 And tell his father's story to this point, 
 i Adding ' The task seemed superhuman, still 2050 
 
 '] * I dared and did it, trusting God and law : 
 
200 THE RING AND THE BOOK 
 
 * And they approved of me : give praise to both ! ' 
 
 And if, for answer, he shall stoop to kiss 
 
 My hand, and peradventure start thereat, — 
 
 I engage to smile ' That was an accident 
 
 ' V the' necessary process,— just a trip 
 
 ' O' the torture-irons in their search for truth, — 
 
 ' Hardly misfortune, and no fault at all.' 
 
VI 
 GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 
 
 Answer j^ou, Sirs ? Do I understand aright ? 
 Have patience ! In this sudden smoke from hell, — 
 So things disguise themselves, — I cannot see . 
 My own hand held thus broad before my face 
 And know it again. Answer you ? Then that means 
 Tell over tAvice what I, the first time, told 
 Six months ago : 't was here, I do believe. 
 Fronting you same three in this very room, 
 I stood and told you : yet now no one laughs, 
 Who then . . nay, dear my lords, but laugh you did, 
 As good as laugh, what in a judge we style 11 
 
 Laughter— no levity, nothing indecorous, lords ! 
 Only,— I think I apprehend the mood : 
 There was the blameless shrug, permissible smirk. 
 The pen's pretence at play with the pursed mouth, 
 The titter stifled in the hollow palm 
 Which rubbed the eyebrow and caressed the nose, 
 When I first told my tale : they meant, you know, 
 ' The sly one, all this we are bound believe ! 
 ' Well, he can say no other than what he says. 20. 
 ' We have been young, too, — come, there 's greater 
 guilt ! 
 
 * Let him but decently disembroil himself, 
 
 ' Scramble from out the scrape nor move the mud, — 
 ' We solid ones may risk a finger-stretch 1 ' 
 And now you sit as grave, stare as aghast 
 As if I were a phantom : now 't is — ' Friend, 
 ' Collect yourself ! '—no laughing matter more — 
 ' Counsel the Court in this extremity, 
 
 * Tell us again ! '—tell that, for telhng which, 
 
 I got the jocular piece of punishment, CO 
 
 Was sent to lounge a little in the place 
 Whence now of a sudden here you summon me 
 To take the intelligence from just— your hps 
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202 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 You, Judge Tommati, who then tittered most, — 
 
 That she I helped eight months since to escape 
 
 Her husband, is retaken by the same. 
 
 Three days ago, if I have seized your sense, — 
 
 (I being disallowed to interfere, 
 
 Meddle or make in a matter none of mine, 
 
 For you and law were guardians quite enough 40 
 
 O' the innocent, without a pert priest's help) — 
 
 And that he has butchered her accordingly, 
 
 As she foretold and as myself believed, — 
 
 And, so foretelling and believing so. 
 
 We were punished, both of us, the merry way : 
 
 Therefore, tell once again the tale ! For what ? 
 
 Pompilia is only dying while I speak ! 
 
 Why does the mirth hang fire and miss the smile ? 
 
 My masters, there 's an old book, you should con 
 
 For strange adventures, applicable yet, 50 
 
 'T is stuffed mth. Do you know that there was once 
 
 This thing : a multitude of worthy folk 
 
 Took recreation, watched a certain group 
 
 Of soldiery intent upon a game, — 
 
 How first they wrangled, but soon fell to play, 
 
 Threw dice, — the best diversion in the world. 
 
 A word in your ear, — they are now casting lots, 
 
 Ay, with that gesture quaint and cry uncouth. 
 
 For the coat of One murdered an hour ago ! 
 
 I am a priest, — talk of what I have learned. 60 
 
 Pompilia is bleeding out her life belike. 
 
 Gasping away the latest breath of all. 
 
 This minute, while I talk — ^not while you laugh ? 
 
 Yet, being sobered now, what is it you ask 
 
 By way of explanation ? There 's the fact ! 
 
 It seems to fill the universe with sight 
 
 And sound, — ^from the four corners of this earth 
 
 Tells itself over, to my sense at least. 
 
 But you may want it lower set i' the scale, — 69 
 
 Too vast, too close it clangs in the ear, perhaps ; 
 
 You 'd stand back just to comprehend it more : 
 
 Well then, let me, the hollow rock, condense 
 
 The voice o' the sea and wind, interpret you 
 
 The mystery of this murder. God above ! 
 
 It is too paltry, such a transference 
 
 0' the storm's roar to the cranny of the stone ! 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 203 
 
 This deed, you saw begin — why does its end 
 
 Surprise you ? Why should the event enforce 
 
 The lesson, we ourselves learned, she and I, 79 
 
 From the first o' the fact, and taught you, all in vain ? 
 
 This Guido from whose throat you took my grasp, 
 
 Was this man to be favoured, now, or feared, 
 
 Let do his will, or have his will restrained. 
 
 In the relation with Pompilia ? — say ! 
 
 Did any other man need interpose 
 
 — Oh, though first comer, though as strange at the 
 
 work 
 As fribble must be, coxcomb, fool that 's near 
 To knave as, say, a priest who fears the world — 
 Was he bound brave the peril, save the doomed, 
 Or go on, sing his snatch and pluck his flower, 90 
 
 Keep the straight path and let the victim die ? 
 I held so ; you decided otherwise. 
 Saw no such peril, therefore no such need 
 To stop song, loosen flower, and leave path : Lau";, 
 Law was aware and watching, would suffice, 
 Wanted no priest's intrusion, palpably 
 Pretence, too manifest a subterfuge ! 
 Whereupon I, priest, coxcomb, fribble and fool, 
 Ensconced me in my corner, thus rebuked, 
 A kind of culprit, over-zealous hound 100 
 
 Kicked for his pains to kennel ; I gave place, 
 To you, and let the law reign paramount : 
 I left Pompiha to your watch and ward, 
 And now you point me — there and thus she Ues ! 
 
 Men, for the last time, what do you want with me ? 
 
 Is it, — ^you acknowledge, as it were, a use, 
 
 A profit in employing me ? — at length 
 
 I may conceivably help the august law ? 
 
 I am free to break the blow, next hawk that swoops 
 
 On next dove, nor miss much of good repute ? HO 
 
 Or what if this your summons, after all, 
 
 Be but the form of mere release, no more. 
 
 Which turns the key and lets the captive go ? 
 
 I have paid enough in person at Civita, 
 
 Am free, — what more need I concern me with ? 
 
 Thank you ! I am rehabiUtated then, 
 
 A very reputable priest. But she — 
 
 The glory of life, the beauty of the world. 
 
204 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 The splendour of heaven, . . . well. Sirs, does no one 
 
 move ? 
 Do I speak ambiguously ? The glory, I say, 120 
 
 And the beauty, I say, and splendour, still say I, 
 Who, a priest, trained to live my whole life long 
 On beauty and splendour, solely at their source, 
 God, — have thus recognized my food in one, 
 You tell me, is fast dying while we talk, 
 Pompilia, — how does lenity to me, 
 Remit one death-bed pang to her ? Come, smile ! 
 The proper wink at the hot-headed youth 
 Who lets his soul show, through transparent words. 
 The mundane love that 's sin and scandal too ! 130 
 You are all struck acquiescent now, it seems : 
 It seems the oldest, gravest signor here, 
 Even the redoubtable Tommati, sits 
 Chop-fallen, — understands how- law might take 
 Service like mine, of brain and heart and hand. 
 In good part. Better late than never, law 1 
 You understand of a sudden, gospel too 
 Has a claim here, may possibly pronounce 
 Consistent with my priesthood, worthy Christ, 
 That I endeavoured to save Pompilia ? 140 
 
 Then, 
 You were wrong, you see : that 's well to see, though 
 
 late : 
 That 's all we may expect of man, this side 
 The grave : his good is — knowing he is bad : 
 Thus will it be with us when the books ope 
 And we stand at the bar on judgment-day. 
 Well then, I have a mind to speak, see cause 
 To relume the quenched flax by this dreadful light, 
 Burn my soul out in showing you the truth. 
 I heard, last time I stood here to be judged, 150 
 
 What is priest's-duty, — labour to pluck tares 
 And weed the corn of Mohnism ; let me 
 Make you hear, this time, how, in such a case, 
 Man, be he in the priesthood or at ])lough, 
 Mindful of Christ or marching step by step 
 With . . . what 's his style, the other potentate 
 Who bids have courage and keep honour safe, 
 Nor let minuter admonition tease ? — • 
 How he is bound, better or worse, to act. 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 205 
 
 Earth will not end through this misjudgment, no ! 
 For you and the others like you sure to come, 101 
 Fresh work is sure to follow, — wickedness 
 That wants withstanding. Many a man of blood, 
 Many ajimn of guile will clamour yet, 
 Bid you redress his grievance, — as he clutched 
 The prey, forsooth a stranger stepped between, 
 And there 's the good gripe in pure waste ! My part 
 r Is done ; i' the doing it, I pass away 
 Out of the world. I want no more with earth. 
 Let me, in heaven's name, use the very snuff 170 
 
 O' the taper in one last spark shall show truth 
 For a moment, show Pompilia who was true I 
 Not for her sake, but yours : if she is dead. 
 Oh, Sirs, she can be loved by none of you 
 Most or least priestly ! Saints, to do us good. 
 Must be in heaven, I seem to understand : 
 We never find them saints before, at least. 
 Be her first prayer then presently for you — 
 She has done the good to me . . 
 
 What is all this ? 180 
 There, I was born, have lived, shall die, a fool ! 
 This is a fooHsh outset : — might with cause 
 Give colour to the very lie o' the man, 
 The murderer, — make as if I loved his wife, 
 In the way he called love. He is the fool there ! 
 Why, had there been in me the touch of taint, 
 I had picked up so much of knaves' -poUcy 
 As hide it, keep one hand pressed on the place 
 Suspected of a spot would damn us both. 
 Or no, not her ! — not even if any of you 190 
 
 Dares think that I, i' the face of death, her death 
 That 's in my eyes and ears and brain and heart. 
 Lie, — if he does, let him ! I mean to say, 
 So he stopthere, stay thought from smirching her 
 /The snow-white soul that angels fear to take 
 \Untenderly. But, all the same, I know 
 I too am taintless, and I bare my breast. 
 You can 't think, men as you are, all of j^ou. 
 But that, to hear thus suddenly such an end 
 Of such a wonderful white soul, that comes 200 
 
 Of a man and murderer calling the white black. 
 Must shake me, trouble and disadvantage. Sirs, 
 Only seventeen ! 
 
206 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 Why, good and wise you are ! 
 You might at the beguming stop my mouth : 
 So, none would be to speak for her, that knew. 
 I talk impertinently, and you bear. 
 All the same. This it is to have to do 
 /With honest hearts : they easily may err, 
 (But in the main they wish well to the truth. 210 
 
 You are Christians ; somehow, no one ever plucked 
 A rag, even, from the body of the Lord, 
 To wear and mock with, but, despite himself, 
 He looked the greater and was the better. Yes, 
 I shall go on now. Does she need or not 
 I keep calm ? Calm I '11 keep as monk that croons 
 Transcribing battle, earthquake, famine, plague, 
 From parchment to his cloister's chronicle. 
 Not one word more from the point now ! 
 
 I begin. 220 
 Yes, I am one of your body and a priest. 
 Also I am a younger son o' the House 
 Oldest now, greatest once, in my birth-town 
 Arezzo, I recognize no equal there — 
 (I want all arguments, all sorts of arms 
 That seem to serve, — use this for a reason, wait !) 
 Not therefore thrust into the Church, because 
 O' the piece of bread one gets there. We were first 
 Of Fiesole, that rings still with the fame 
 Of Capo-in-Sacco our progenitor : 230 
 
 When Florence ruined Fiesole, our folk 
 Migrated to the victor-city, and there 
 Flourished, — our palace and our tower attest. 
 In the Old Mercato, — this was years ago, 
 Four hundred, full, — no, it wants fourteen just. 
 Our arms are those of Fiesole itself, 
 The shield quartered with white and red : a branch 
 Are the Salviati of us, nothing more. 
 That were good help to the Church ? But better still — 
 Not simply for the advantage of my birth 240 
 
 I' the way of the world, was I proposed for priest ; 
 But because there 's an illustration, late 
 I' the day, that 's loved and looked to as a saint 
 Still in Arezzo, he was bishop of, 
 Sixty years since : he spent to the last doit 
 His bishop's-revenue among the j^oor. 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 207 
 
 And used to tend the needy and the sick, 
 
 Barefoot, because of his humiUty. 
 
 He it was, — ^when the Granduke Ferdinand 
 
 Swore he would raze our city, plough the place 250 
 
 And sow it with salt, because we Aretines 
 
 Had tied a rope about the neck, to hale 
 
 The statue of his father from its base 
 
 For hate's sake, — he availed by prayers and tears 
 
 To pacify the Duke and save the town. 
 
 This was my father's father's brother. You see, 
 
 For his sake, how it was I had a right 
 
 To the self -same office, bishop in the egg, 
 
 So, grew i' the garb and prattled in the school, 
 
 Was made expect, from infancy almost, 260 
 
 The proper mood o' the priest ; till time ran by 
 
 And brought the day when I must read the vows, 
 
 Declare the world renounced and undertake 
 
 To become priest and leave probation, — leap 
 
 Over the ledge into the other life. 
 
 Having gone trippingly hitherto up to the height 
 
 O'er the wan water. Just a vow to read I 
 
 I stopped short awe-struck. ' How shall holiest flesh 
 ' Engage to keep such vow inviolate, 269 
 
 * How much less mine, — I^now myself too weak, 
 ' Unworthy ! Choose a worthier stronger man ! ' 
 And the very Bishop smiled and stopped the mouth 
 In its mid-protestation. ' Incapable ? 
 
 ' Qualmish of conscience ? Thou ingenuous boy ! 
 
 ' Clear up the clouds and cast thy scruples far ! 
 
 ' I satisfy thee there 's an easier sense 
 
 ' Wherein to take such vow than suits the first 
 
 ' Rough rigid reading. Mark what makes all smooth, 
 
 ' Nay, has been even a solace to myself ! 
 
 ' The Jews who needs must, in their synagogue, 
 
 ' Utter sometimes the holy name of God, 281 
 
 * A thing their superstition boggles at, 
 
 ' Pronounce aloud the ineffable sacrosanct, — 
 
 * How does their shrewdness help them ? In this wise ; 
 ' Another set of sounds they substitute, 
 
 ' Jumble so consonants and vowels — how 
 ' Should I know ? — that there grows from out the old 
 ' Quite a new word that means the very same — 
 ' And o'*er the hard place slide they with a smile. 
 
208 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 ' Giuseppe Maria Caponsaechi mine, 290 
 
 ' Nobody wants you in these latter da3^s 
 
 ' To prop the Church by breaking your back-bone, — • 
 
 ' As the necessary way was once, we know, 
 
 ' When Diocletian flourished and his like ; 
 
 ' That building of the buttress-work was done 
 
 ' By martyrs and confessors : let it bide, 
 
 ' Add not a brick, but, where you see a chink, 
 
 ' Stick in a sprig of ivy or root a rose 
 
 ' Shall make amends and beautify the pile ! 
 
 ' We profit as you were the painfullest 300 
 
 ' O' the martyrs, and you prove yourself a match 
 
 ' For the cruellest confessor ever was, 
 
 ' If you march boldly up and take your stand 
 
 ' Where their blood soaks, their bones yet strew the 
 
 soil, 
 ' And cry " Take notice, I the young and free 
 ' " And well-to-do i' the world,' thus leave the world, 
 ' " Cast in my lot thus Math no gay young world 
 ' " But the grand old Church : she tempts me of the 
 
 two ! " ^ 308 
 
 ' Renounce the world ? Nay, keep and give it us ! 
 ' Let us have you, and boast of A\liat you bring. 
 ' We want the pick o' the earth to practise with, 
 ' Not its offscouring, halt and deaf and blind 
 ' In soul and body. There 's a rubble-stone 
 ' Unfit for the front o' the building, stuff to stow 
 ' In a gap behind and keep us weather-tight ; 
 ' There 's porphyry for the prominent place. Good 
 
 lack ! 
 ' Saint Paul has had enough and to spare, I trow, 
 ' Of ragged run-away Onesimus : 
 ' He wants the right-hand with the signet-ring 
 ' Of King Agrippa, now, to shake and use. 320 
 
 ' I have a heavy scholar cloistered up, 
 ' Close under lock and key, kept at his task 
 ' Of letting Fenelon know the fool he is, 
 ' In a book I promise Christendom next Spring. 
 
 * Why, if he covets so much meat, the clown, 
 ' As a lark's wing next Friday, or, any day, 
 
 ' Diversion beyond catching his own fleas, 
 He shall be properly sv/inged, I promise him. 
 
 * But you, who are so quite another paste 
 
 * Of a man, — do you obey me ? Cultivate 330 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 209 
 
 * Assiduous, that superior gift you have 
 
 ' Of making madrigals — (who told me ? Ah !) 
 
 * Get done a Marinesque Adoniad straight 
 
 * With a pulse o' the blood a-pricking, here and there, 
 ' That I may tell the lady, " And he's ours ! " ' 
 
 So I became a priest : those terms changed all, 
 I was good enough for that, nor cheated so ; 
 I could hve thus and still hold head erect. 
 Now you see why I may have been before 
 A fribble and coxcomb, yet, as priest, break word 
 Nomse, to make you disbelieve me now. 341 
 
 I need that you should know my truth. Well, then. 
 According to prescription did I live, 
 — Conformed myseK, both read the breviary 
 And wrote the rhymes, was punctual to my place 
 I' the Pieve, and as diligent at my post 
 Where beauty and fashion rule. I throve apace, 
 Sub-deacon, Canon, the authority 
 For delicate play at tarocs, and arbiter 
 O' the magnitude of fan-mounts : all the while 350 
 Wanting no whit the advantage of a hint 
 Benignant to the promising pupil, — thus : 
 ' Enough attention to the Countess now, 
 ' The young one ; 't is her mother rules the roast, 
 
 * We know where, and puts in a word : go pay 
 
 * Devoir to-morrow morning after mass ! 
 
 ' Break that rash promise to preach. Passion-week ! 
 
 * Has it escaped you the Archbishop grunts 
 
 ' And snufHes when one grieves to tell his Grace 
 
 ' No soul dares treat the subject of the day 3G0 
 
 ' Since his own masterly handhng it (ha, ha !) 
 
 ' Five years ago, — when somebody could help 
 
 ' And touch up an odd phrase in time of need, 
 
 * (He, he !) — and somebod}^ helps you, my son I 
 ' Therefore, don't prove so indispensable 
 
 ' At the Pieve, sit more loose i' the seat, nor grow 
 
 * A fixture by attendance morn and eve 1 
 ' Arezzo 's just a haven midway Rome — 
 
 * Rome 's the eventual harbour, — make for port, 
 ' Crowd sail, crack cordage ! And your cargo be 
 
 ' A polished presence, a genteel manner, wit 371 
 
 ' At will, and tact at every pore of you ! 
 
 * 1 sent our lump of learning. Brother Clout, 
 
210 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 ' And Father Slouch, our piece of piety, 
 
 ' To see Rome and try suit the Cardinal. 
 
 ' Thither they clump-clumped, beads and book in 
 
 hand, 
 ' And ever since 't is meat for man and maid 
 ' How both flopped down, prayed blessing on bent pate 
 ' Bald many an inch beyond the tonsure's need, 
 ' Never once dreaming, the two moony dolts, 380 
 
 ' There 's nothing moves his Eminence so much 
 ' As — far from ell this awe at sanctitude — 
 ' Heads that wag, eyes that twinkle, modified mirth 
 ' At the closet-lectures on the Latin tongue 
 ' A lady learns so much by, we know where. 
 ' Why, body o' Bacchus, you should crave his rule 
 ' For pauses in the elegiac couplet, chasms 
 ' Permissible only to Catullus ! There ! 
 ' Now go do duty : brisk, break Priscian's head 
 * By reading the day's office — there 's no help. 390 
 ' You 've Ovid in your poke to plaster that ; 
 ' Amen 's at the end of all : then sup with me ! ' 
 
 Well, after three or four years of this life. 
 In prosecution of my calling, I 
 Found myself at the theatre one night 
 With a brother Canon, in a mood and mind 
 Proper enough for the place, amused or no : 
 When I saw enter, stand, and seat herself 
 A lady, young, tall, beautiful, strange and sad. 
 It was as when, in our cathedral once, 400 
 
 As I got yawningly through matin-song 
 I saw facchini bear a burden up, 
 Base it on the high-altar, break away 
 A board or two, and leave the thing inside 
 Lofty and lone : and lo, when next I looked, 
 There was the Rafael ! I was still one stare, 
 When — ' Nay, I'll make her give you back your 
 
 gaze ' — 
 Said Canon Conti ; and at the word he tossed 
 A paper-twist of comfits to her lap, 
 And dodged and in a trice was at my back 410 
 
 Nodding from over my shoulder. Then she turned, 
 Looked our way, smiled the beautiful sad strange 
 
 smile. 
 ' Is not she fair ? 'T is my now cousin,' said he : 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 211 
 
 * The fellow lurking there i' the black o' the box 
 ' Is Guido, the old scapegrace : she 's his wife, 
 
 ' Married three years since : how his Countship sulks ! 
 
 ' He has brought Uttle back from Rome beside, 
 
 ' After the bragging, bullying. A fair face, 
 
 ' And — they do say — a pocket-full of gold 
 
 ' When he can worry both her parents dead. 420 
 
 ' I don 't go much there, for the chamber 's cold 
 
 ' And the coffee pale. I got a turn at first 
 
 ' Paying my duty, — ^I observed they crouched 
 
 ' — The two old frightened family spectres, close 
 
 ' In a corner, each on each Uke mouse on mouse 
 
 ' I' the- cat's cage : ever since, I stay at home. 
 
 * Hallo, there 's Guido, the black, mean and small, 
 ' Bends his brows on us — please to bend your own 
 ' On the shapely nether hmbs of Light-skirts there 
 
 ' By way of a diversion ! I was a fool 430 
 
 ' To fling the sweetmeats. Prudence, for God's love ! 
 ' To-morrow I'll make my peace, e'en tell some fib, 
 
 * Try if I can't find means to take you there.' 
 That night and next day did the gaze endure. 
 Burnt to my brain, as sunbeam thro' shut eyes. 
 And not once changed the beautiful sad strange smile. 
 At vespers Conti leaned beside my seat 
 
 I' the choir, — ^part said, part sung — ' In ex-cel-sis — 
 
 ' All 's to no iDurpose : I have louted low, 
 
 ' But he saw you staring — quia sub — do n't incline 
 
 ' To know you nearer : him we would not hold 441 
 
 ' For Hercules, — the man would lick your shoe 
 
 ' If you and certain efficacious friends 
 
 ' Managed him warily, — but there 's the wife : 
 
 ' Spare her, because he beats her, as it is, 
 
 * She 's breaking her heart quite fast enough— jam tu — 
 ' So, be you rational and make amends 
 
 * With little Light-skirts yonder — in secula 
 
 ' Secu-lo-o-o-o-rum. Ah, j^ou rogue ! Every one knows 
 ' What great dame she makes jealous : one against one, 
 ' Play, and win both ! ' 451 
 
 Sirs, ere the week was out, 
 I saw and said to myself ' Light-skirts hides teeth 
 ' Would make a dog sick, — the great dame shows spite 
 ' Should drive a cat mad : 't is but poor work this — 
 ' Counting one's fingers till the sonnet 's crowned. 
 
 * I doubt much if Marino really be 
 
212 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 ' A better bard than Dante after all. 
 
 ' 'T is more amusing to go pace at eve 
 
 ' I' the Duomo, — watch the day's last gleam outside 
 
 ' Turn, as into a skirt of God's own robe, 461 
 
 ' Those lancet-windows' jewelled miracle, — 
 
 ' Than go eat the Archbishop's ortolans, 
 
 * Digest his jokes. Luckily Lent is near : 
 
 ' Who cares to look will find me in my stall 
 ' At the Pieve, constant to this faith at least — 
 ' Never to write a canzonet any more.' 
 
 So, next week, 't was my patron spoke abrupt, 
 In altered guise, ' Young man, can it be true 
 
 * That after all your promise of sound fruit, 470 
 ' You have kept away from Countess young or old 
 
 ' And gone play truant in church all day long ? 
 
 ' Are you turning Mohnist ? ' I answered quick 
 
 ' Sir, what if I turned Christian ? It might be. 
 
 ' The fact is, I am troubled in my mind, 
 
 ' Beset and pressed hard by some novel thoughts. 
 
 ' This your Arezzo is a Umited world ; 
 
 ' There 's a strange Pope, — 't is said, a priest who 
 
 thinks. 
 ' Rome is the port, you say : to Rome I go. 
 ' I will live alone, one does so in a crowd, 480 
 
 ' And look into my heart a little.' '' Lent 
 ' Ended,' — I told friends, — ' I shall go to Rome.' 
 
 One evening I was sitting in a muse 
 Over the opened ' Summa,' darkened round 
 By the mid-March twilight, thinking how my life 
 Had shaken under me, — broke short indeed 
 And showed the gap 'twixt what is, what should be, — 
 And into what abysm the soul may slip, 
 Leave aspiration here, achievement there, 
 Lacking omnipotence to connect extremes — 490 
 
 Thinking moreover . . oh, thinking, if you like. 
 How utterly dissociated was I 
 A priest and celibate, from the sad strange wiie 
 Of Guido, — ^just as an instance to the point, 
 Nought more, — how I had a whole store of strengths 
 Eating into my heart, which craved employ, 
 And she, perhaps, need of a finger's help, — 
 And yet there was no way in the wdde world 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 213 
 
 To stretch out mine and so relieve myself — 
 
 How when the page o' the Summa preached its best, 
 
 Her smile kept glowing out of it, as to mock 501 
 
 The silence we could break by no one word, — 
 
 There came a tap without the chamber-door, 
 
 And a whisper, when I bade who tapped speak out, 
 
 And, in obedience to my summons, last 
 
 In glided a masked muffled mystery, 
 
 Laid lightly a letter on the opened book, 
 
 Then stood with folded arms and foot demure, 
 
 Pointing as if to mark the minutes' flight. 
 
 I took the letter, read to the effect 510 
 
 That she, I lately flung the comfits to, 
 Had a warm heart to give me in exchange, 
 And gave it, — loved me and confessed it thus. 
 And bade me render thanks by word of mouth, 
 Going that night to such a side o' the house 
 Where the small terrace overhangs a street 
 Bhnd and deserted, not the street in front : 
 Her husband being away, the surly patch. 
 At his villa of Vittiano. 
 
 * And you ? ' — I asked : 520 
 
 * What may you be ? ' — ' Count Guido's kind of maid — 
 
 * Most of us have two functions in his house. 
 ' We all hate him, the lady suffers much, ^ 
 
 * 'T is just we show compassion, furnish aid, 
 
 * Specially since her choice is fixed so well. 
 
 * What answer may I bring to cheer the sweet 
 
 * Pompilia ? ' 
 
 Then I took a pen and wrote. 
 ' No more of this ! That you are fair, I know : 
 ' But other thoughts now occupy my mind. 530 
 
 * I should not thus have played the insensible 
 
 * Once on a time. What made you, — may one ask, — ■ 
 
 * Marry your hideous husband ? 'T was a fault, 
 
 * And now you taste the fruit of it. Farewell.' 
 
 * There ! ' smiled I as she snatched it and was gone — • 
 
 * There, let the jealous miscreant, — Guido's self, 
 
 * Whose mean soul grins through this transparent 
 
 trick, — ■ 
 
214 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 ' Be baulked so far, defrauded of his aim ! 
 
 ' What fund of satisfaction to the knave, 
 
 ' Had I kicked this his messenger down stairs, 540 
 
 ' Trussed to the middle of her impudence, 
 
 ' Setting his heart at ease so ! No, indeed ! 
 
 ' There's the reply which he shall turn and twdst 
 
 ' At pleasure, snuff at till his brain grow drunk, 
 
 ' As the bear does when he finds a scented glove 
 
 ' That puzzles him, — a hand and yet no hand, 
 
 ' Of other perfume than his own foul paw ! 
 
 ' Last month, I had doubtless chosen to play the dupe, 
 
 ' Accepted the mock-invitation, kept 
 
 ' The sham appointment, cudgel beneath cloak, 550 
 
 ' Prepared myself to pull the appointer's self 
 
 ' Out of the window from his hiding-place 
 
 ' Behind the gov\m of this part-messenger 
 
 ' Part-mistress who would personate the wife. 
 
 ' Such had seemed once a jest permissible : 
 
 ' Now, I am not i' the mood.' 
 
 Back next morn brought 
 The messenger, a second letter in hand. 
 
 * You are cruel, Thjrrsis, and Myrtilla moans 
 
 ' Neglected but adores you, makes request 560 
 
 ' For mercy : why is it you dare not come ? 
 
 ' Such virtue is scarce natural to your age : 
 
 ' You must love someone else ; I hear you do, 
 
 ' The Baron's daughter or the Advocate's wife, 
 
 ' Or both, — all 's one, would you make me the third — 
 
 ' I take the crumbs from table gratefully 
 
 ' Nor grudge who feasts there. 'Faith, I blush and 
 
 blaze ! 
 ' Yet if I break all bounds, there 's reason sure, 
 ' Are you determinedly bent on Rome ? 
 
 * I am wretched here, a monster tortures me : 570 
 ' Carry me with you ! Come and say you will ! 
 
 ' Concert this very evening ! Do not write ! 
 ' I am ever at the window of my room 
 ' Over the terrace, at the Ave. Come ! ' 
 
 I questioned — lifting half the woman's mask 
 To let her smile loose. ' So, you gave my line 
 ' To the merry lady ? ' ' She kissed off the wax, 
 ' And put what paper was not kissed away, 
 ' In her bosom to go burn : but merry, no ! 
 
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VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 215 
 
 ' She wept all night when evening brought no friend, 
 ' Alone, the unkind missive at her breast ; 581 
 
 ' Thus Philomel, the thorn at her breast too, 
 ' Sings ' . . . ' Writes this second letter ? ' ' Even so ! 
 ' Then she may peep at vespers forth ? ' — ' What risk 
 ' Do we run o' the husband ? ' — ' Ah, — no risk at all ! 
 ' He is more stupid even than jealous. Ah — 
 ' That was the reason ? Why, the man 's away ! 
 ' Beside, his bugbear is that friend of yours, 
 
 * Fat little Canon Conti. He fears him — 
 
 ' How should he dream of you ? I told you truth — 
 
 ' He goes to the villa at Vittiano — 't is 591 
 
 ' The time when Spring-sap rises in the vine — 
 
 ' Spends the night there. And then his wife 's a child, 
 
 ' Does he think a child outwits him ? A mere child : 
 
 ' Yet so full grown, a dish for any duke. 
 
 ' Do n't quarrel longer with such cates, but come ! ' 
 
 I wrote ' In vain do you solicit me. 
 
 ' I am a priest : and you are wedded wife, 
 
 ' Whatever kind of brute your husband prove. 
 
 * I have scruples, in short. Yet should you really show 
 ' Sign at the window . . . but nay, best be good ! 
 
 ' My thoughts are elsewhere.' — ' Take her that ! ' 
 
 — ' Again 603 
 
 ' Let the incarnate meanness, cheat and spy, 
 ' Mean to the marrow of him, make his heart 
 ' His food, anticipate hell's worm once more ! 
 
 * Let him watch shivering at the window — ay, 
 ' And let this hybrid, this his light-of-love 
 
 ' And lackey-of-lies, — a sage economy, — 
 
 ' Paid with embracings for the rank brass coin, — 
 
 ' Let her report and make him chuckle o'er 611 
 
 ' The break- down of my resolution now, 
 
 ' And lour at disappointment in good time ! 
 
 * — So tantalize and so enrage by turns, 
 
 ' Until the two fall each on the other like 
 ' Two famished spiders, as the coveted fly 
 ' That toys long, leaves their net and them at last ! ' 
 And so the missives followed thick and fast 
 vFor a month, say, — I still came at every turn 619 
 On the soft sly adder, endlong 'neath my tread. 
 I was met i' the street, made sign to in the church, 
 A slip was found i' the door-sill, scribbled word 
 
216 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 'Twixt page and page o' the praj^er-book in my place : 
 
 A crumpled thing dropped even before my feet, 
 
 Pushed through the blind, above the terrace-rail, 
 
 As I i^assed, by day, the very window once. 
 
 And ever from corners Avould be peering up 
 
 The messenger, with the self -same demand 
 
 ' Obdurate still, no flesh but adamant ? C29 
 
 ' Nothing to cure the wound, assuage the throe 
 
 ' O' the sweetest lamb that ever loved a bear ? ' 
 
 And ever my one answer in one tone — 
 
 ' Go your ways, temptress ! Let a priest read, pray, 
 
 ' Unplagued of vain talk, visions not for him ! 
 
 ' In the end, you '11 have your will and ruin me ! ' 
 
 One day, a variation : thus I read : 
 ' You have gained httle by timidity. 
 
 * My husband has found out my love at length, 
 
 * Sees cousin Conti was the stalking-horse, 
 
 ' And you the game he covered, poor fat soul ! C40 
 
 ' My husband is a formidable foe, 
 
 ' Will stick at nothing to destroy you. Stand 
 
 ' Prepared, or better, run till you reach Rome ! 
 
 ' I bade you visit me, when the last place 
 
 ' My tyrant would have turned suspicious at, 
 
 ' Or cared to seek you in, was . . why say, where ? 
 
 * But now all 's changed : beside, the season 's past 
 ' At the villa, — wants the master's eye no more. 
 
 * Anyhow, I beseech you, stay away 
 
 ' From the window ! He might well be posted there.' 
 
 I wrote — ' You raise my courage, or call up 051 j 
 
 ' My curiosity, who am but man. 1| 
 
 ' Tell him he owns the palace, not the street 
 ' Under — that 's his and yours and mine ahke. 
 
 * If it should please me pad the path this eve, 
 ' Guiclo will have two troubles, first to get 
 
 * Into a rage and then get out again. 
 ' Be cautious, though : at the Ave ! ' 
 
 You of the court ! 
 When I stood question here and reached this point 
 O' the narrative, — search notes and see and say 
 If some one did not interpose with smile 062 
 
 And sneer, ' And prithee why so confident 
 
 * That the husband must, of all needs, not the wife. 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 217 
 
 ' Fabricate thus, — what if the lady loved ? 
 ' What if she ^Yrote the letters ? ' 
 
 Learned Sir, 
 I told you there 's a picture in our church. 
 Well, if a low-browed verger sidled up 
 Bringing me, like a blotch, on his prod's point, G70 
 A transfixed scorpion, let the reptile writhe, 
 And then said, ' See a thing that Rafael made — 
 ' This venom issued from Madonna's mouth ! ' — 
 I should reply, ' Rather, the soul of you 
 
 * Has issued from your body, like from like, 
 
 * By way of the ordure-corner ! ' 
 
 But no less, 
 I tired of the same black teasing lie 
 Obtruded thus at every turn ; the pest 
 Was far too near the picture, anyhow : GSO 
 
 One does Madonna service, making clowns 
 Remove their dung-heap from the sacristy. 
 ' I wdll to the \^'inclow, as he tempts,' said I : 
 
 * Yes, whom the easy love has failed allure, 
 
 * This new bait of adventure may, — he thinks. 
 ' While the imprisoned lady keeps afar, 
 
 ' There will they lie in ambush, heads alert, 
 
 * Kith, kin, and Count mustered to bite my heel. 
 
 * No mother nor brother viper of the brood 
 
 * Shall scuttle off without the instructive bruise ! ' 
 
 So, I went : crossed street and street : ' The next 
 street's turn, 691 
 
 ' I stand beneath the terrace, see, above, 
 
 * The black of the ambush-window. Then, in place 
 
 * Of hand's throw of soft prelude over lute 
 
 * And cough that clears way for the ditty last,' — 
 I began to laugh already — ' he will have 
 
 ' " Out of the hole you hide in, on to the front, 
 
 * *' Count Guido Franceschini, show yourself ! 
 
 * " Hear what a man thinks of a thing like you, 
 
 ' " And after, take this foulness in your face ! " 700 
 
 The words lay living on my lip, I made 
 
 The one turn more — and there at the window stood. 
 
 Framed in its black square length, with lamp in hand, 
 
 Pompilia ; the same great, grave, griefful air 
 
 As stands i' the dusk, on altar that I know. 
 
218 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 Left alone with one moonbeam in her cell, 
 Our Lady of all the Sorrows. Ere I knelt — 
 Assured myself that she was flesh and blood — 
 She had looked one look and vanished. 
 
 I thought — ' Just so : 
 ' It was herself, they have set her there to watch — 
 ' Stationed to see some wedding-band go by, 712 
 
 ' On fair pretence that she must bless the bride, 
 ' Or wait some funeral with friends wind past, 
 ' And crave peace for the corpse that claims its due. 
 ' She never dreams they used her for a snare, 
 ' And now withdraw the bait has served its turn. 
 ' Well done, the husband, who shall fare the worse ! ' 
 And on my lip again was — ' Out with thee, 
 ' Guido ! ' When all at once she re-appeared ; 720 
 But, this time, on the terrace overhead. 
 So close above me, she could almost touch 
 My head if she bent down ; and she did bend, 
 While I stood still as stone, all eye, all ear. 
 
 She began — ' You have sent me letters. Sir : ^ 
 
 * I have read none, I can neither read nor write ; 
 ' But she 3^ou gave them to, a woman here, 
 
 * One of the people in whose power I am, 
 
 ' Partly explained their sense, I think, to me 
 
 * Obhged to listen while she inculcates 730 
 ' That you, a priest, can dare love me, a wife, 
 
 * Desire to live or die as I shall bid, 
 
 ' (She makes me listen if I will or no) 
 
 * Because you savv- my face a single time. 
 
 * It cannot be she says the thing you mean ; 
 ' Such wickedness were deadly to us both : 
 
 ' But good true love would help me now so much — 
 
 ' I tell myself, you may mean good and true. 
 
 ' You offer me, I seem to understand, 
 
 ' Because I am in poverty and starve, 740 
 
 ' Much money, where one piece would save my life. 
 
 * The silver cup upon the altar-cloth 
 
 ' Is neither yours to give nor mine to take ; 
 
 * But I might take one bit of bread therefrom, 
 
 * Since I am starving, and return the rest, 
 ' Yet do no harm : this is my very case. 
 
 * I am in that strait, I may not abstain 
 
 ' From so much of assistance as would bring 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 219 
 
 ' The guilt of theft on neither you nor me ; 
 
 ' But no superfluous particle of aid. 750 
 
 ' I think, if you will let me state my case, 
 t Even had you been so fancy-fevered here, 
 f ' Not your sound self, you must grow healthy now — 
 r Care only to bestow what I can take. />-^'^^ 
 
 "C^v^ That it is only you in the wide world, 7'^^-^y 
 
 ' Knowing me nor in thought nor word nor deed, 
 
 ' Who, all unprompted save by your own heart, 
 
 ' Come proffering assistance now, — were strange 
 
 ' But that my whole life is so strange : as strange 
 
 ' It is, m}^ husband whom I have not wronged 760 
 
 ' Should hate and harm me. For his own soul's sake, 
 
 ' Hinder the harm ! But there irsomething more, 
 
 ' And that the strangest : it has got to be ^ 
 
 ' Somehow for my sake too, and yet not mine, 
 
 ' — ^This is a riddle — for some kind of sake 
 
 * Not any clearer to myself than you, 
 
 ' And yet as certain as that I draw breath, — 
 
 * I would fain live, not die — oh no, not die ! 
 
 * My case is, I was dwelling happily 
 
 ' At Rome with those dear Comparini, called 770 
 
 ' Father and mother to me ; when at once 
 ' I found I had become Count Guide's wife : 
 
 * Who then, not waiting for a moment, changed 
 ' Into a fury of fire, if once he was 
 
 ' Merely a man : his face threw fire at mine, 
 
 ' He laid a hand on me that burned all peace, 
 
 ' All joy, all hope, and last all fear away, 
 
 ' Dipping the bough of hfe, so pleasant once, 
 
 ' In fire which shrivelled leaf and bud ahke, 
 
 ' Burning not only present life but past, ^ 780 
 
 ' Which you might think was safe beyond his reach. 
 
 ' He reached it, though, since that beloved pair, 
 
 ' My father once, my mother all those years, 
 
 ' That loved me so, now say I dreamed a dream 
 
 ' And bid me wake, henceforth no child of theirs, 
 
 ' Never in all the time their child at all. 
 
 ' Do you understand ? I cannot : yet so it is. 
 
 ' Just so I say of you that proffer help : 
 
 ri cannot understand what prompts your soul, 
 
 1.1 simply needs must see that it is so, 790 
 
 * Only one strange and wonderful thing more. 
 
 ' They came here with me, those two dear ones, kept 
 
220 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 ' All the old love up, till my husband, till 
 ' His people here so tortured them, they fled. 
 / And now, is it because I grow in flesh 
 ^* And spirit one with him their torturer, 
 'That they, renouncing him, must cast off me ? 
 ' If I were graced by God to have a child, 
 ' Could I one day deny God graced me so ? 779 
 
 ' Then, since my husband hates me, I shall break 
 ' No law that reigns in this fell house of hate, 
 ' By using — letting have effect so much 
 ' Of hate as hides me from that whole of hate, 
 ' Would take my life which I want and must have — 
 ' Just as I take from your excess of love 
 ' Enough to save my life with, all I need. 
 ' The Archbishop said to murder me were sin : 
 ' My leaving Guido were a kind of death 
 ' With no sin, — more death, he must answer for. 
 ' Hear now what death to him and life to you 810 
 ' I wish to pay and owe. Take me to Rome ! 
 ' You go to Rome, the servant makes me hear. 
 ' Take me as you would take a dog, I think, 
 ' Masterless left for strangers to maltreat : 
 ' Take me home like that — leave me in the house 
 ' Where the father and the mother are ; and soon 
 ' They'll come to know and call me by my name, 
 ' Their child once more, since child I am, for all 
 'They now forget me, which is the worst o' the 
 dream — 819 
 
 r ' And the way to end dreams is to break them, stand, 
 ^.f\ * Walk, go : then help me to stand, walk and go ! 
 
 ' The Governor said the strong should help the weak : 
 ' You know how weak the strongest women are. 
 ' How could I find my way there by myself ? 
 ' I cannot even call out, make them hear — 
 ' Just as in dreams : I have tried and proved the fact. 
 ' I have told this story and more to good great men, 
 ' The Archbishop and the Governor : they smiled. 
 ' " Stop your mouth, fair one ! " — presently they 
 
 frowned, 
 ' " Get you gone, disengage j^ou from our feet ! " 830 
 ' I went in my despair to an old priest, 
 ' Only a friar, no great man like these two, 
 ' But good, the Augustinian, people name 
 ' Romano, — he confessed me two months since : 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 221 
 
 ' He fears God, why then needs he fear the world ? 
 
 ' And when he questioned how it came about 
 
 ' That I was found in danger of a sin — 
 
 ' Despair of any help from providence, — 
 
 ' " Since, though your husband outrage you," said he, 
 
 * " That is a case too common, the wives die 840 
 ' " Or live, but do not sin so deep as this " — 
 
 ' Then I told — what I never will tell you — 
 
 ' How, worse than husband's hate, I had to bear 
 
 ' The love, — soliciting to shame called love, — 
 
 ' Of his brother, — the young idle priest i' the house 
 
 * With only the devil to meet there. " This is grave — 
 ' " Yes, we must interfere : I counsel, — write 
 
 ' " To those who used to be your parents once, 
 
 ' " Of dangers here, bid them convey you hence ! " 
 
 ' " But," said I, " when I neither read nor write ? " 
 
 ' Then he took pity and promised " I will write." 851 
 
 ' If he did so, — why, they are dumb or dead : 
 
 ' Either they give no credit to the tale, 
 
 ' Or else, wrapped wholly up in their own joy 
 
 ' Of such escape, they care not who cries, still 
 
 ' I' the clutches. Anyhow, no word arrives. 
 
 ' All such extravagance and dreadfulness 
 
 ' Seems incident to dreaming, cured one way, — 
 
 * Wake me ! The letter I received this morn, 
 
 ' Said — if the woman spoke your very sense — 860 
 
 ' " You would die for me : " I can believe it now : 
 
 ' For now the dream gets to involve yourself. 
 
 ' First of all, you seemed wicked and not good, 
 
 ' In writing me those letters : you came in 
 
 ' Like a thief upon me. I this morning said 
 
 ' In my extremity, entreat the thief ! 
 
 ' Try if he have in him no honest touch ! 
 
 ' A thief might save me from a murderer. 
 
 ' 'T was a thief said the last kind word to Christ : 
 
 ' Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft : 
 
 ' And so did I prepare what I now say. 871 
 
 ' But now, that you stand and I see your face, 
 
 * Though you have never uttered word yet, — well, 
 / I know, 
 
 ' Here too has been dream-work, delusion too, 
 ;' And that at no time, you with the eyes here, 
 ' Ever intended to do wrong by me, 
 - Nor wrote such letters therefore. It is false. 
 
222 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 ' And you are true, have been true, will be true. 
 ' To Rome then, — when is it you take me there 1 
 ' Each minute lost is mortal. When ?— I ask.' 880 
 
 I answered ' It shall be when it can be. 
 
 ' I will go hence and do your pleasure, find 
 
 ' The sure and speedy means of travel, then 
 
 ' Come back and take you to your friends in Rome. 
 
 ' There wants a carriage, money and the rest, — 
 
 ' A day's work by to-morrow at this time. 
 
 ' How shall I see you and assure escape ? ' 
 
 She replied, ' Pass, to-morrow at this hour. 
 ' If I am at the open window, well : 
 
 * If I am absent, drop a handkerchief 890 
 ' And walk by ! I shall see from where I watch, 
 
 * And know that all is done. Return next eve, 
 
 ' And next, and so till we can meet and speak 1 ' 
 ' To-morrow at this hour I pass,' said I. 
 She- was withdrawn. 
 
 Here is another point 
 I bid you pause at. When I told thus far, 
 Someone said, subtly, ' Here at least was found 
 ' Your confidence in error, — ^you perceived 
 
 * The spirit of the letters, in a sort, 900 
 ' Had been the lady's, if the body should be 
 
 ' Supphed by Guido : say, he forged them all ! 
 
 ' Here was the unforged fact — she sent for you, 
 
 ' Spontaneously elected you to help, 
 
 ' — What men call, loved you : Guido read her mind, 
 
 ' Gave it expression to assure the world 
 
 ' The case was just as he foresaw : he Avrote, 
 
 ' She spoke.' 
 
 Sirs, that first simile serves still, — 
 That falsehood of a scorpion hatched, I say, 910 
 
 Nowhere i' the world but in Madonna's mouth. 
 Go on ! Suppose, that falsehood foiled, next eve 
 Pictured Madonna raised her painted hand, 
 Fixed the face Rafael bent above the Babe, 
 On my face as I flung me at her feet : 
 Such miracle vouchsafed and manifest, 
 Would that prove the first l3ang tale was true l 
 Pompilia spoke, and I at once received, 
 Acceiited my own fact, my miracle 
 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 223 
 
 .1 
 
 Self -authorised and self -explained, — she chose 920 
 
 To summon me and signify her choice. 
 
 Afterward, — oh ! I gave a passing glance 
 
 To a certain ugly cloud-shape, goblin-shred 
 
 Of hell-smoke hurrying past the splendid moon 
 
 Out now to tolerate no darkness more, 
 
 And saw right through the thing that tried to pass 
 
 For truth and soUd, not an empty lie : 
 
 ' So, he not only forged the words for her 
 
 ' But words for me, made letters he called mine : 
 
 ' What I sent, he retained, gave these in place, 930 
 
 ' All by the mistress-messenger ! As I 
 
 * Recognized her, at potency of truth, 
 
 ' So she, by the crystalline soul, knew me, 
 ' Never mistook the signs. Enough of this — • 
 ' Let the WTaith go to nothingness again, 
 ' Here is the orb, have only thought for her ! ' 
 
 * Thought ? ' nay, Sirs, what shall follow was not 
 
 thought : 
 I have thought sometimes, and thought long and hard. 
 I have stood before, gone round a serious thing. 
 Tasked my whole mind to touch and clasp it close, 
 As I stretch forth my arm to touch this bar. 041 
 
 God and man, and what duty I owe both, — ■ 
 I dare to say I have confronted these 
 In thought : but no such faculty helped here. 
 I put forth no thought, — powerless, all that night 
 I j)aced the city : it was the first Spring. 
 By the invasion I lay passive to, 
 In rushed new things, the old were rai)t away ; 
 Alike abolished — the imprisonment 949 
 
 Of the outside air, the inside weight o' the world 
 That pulled me down. Death meant, to spurn the 
 
 ground. 
 Soar to the sky, — die well and you do that. 
 The very immolation made the bhss ; 
 Death was the heart of life, and all the harm 
 My foll}^ had crouched to avoid, now proved a veil 
 Hiding all gain my wisdom strove to grasp : 
 As if the intense centre of the flame 
 Should turn a heaven to that devoted fly 
 Which hitherto, sophist alike and sage, 
 Saint Thomas with his sober grey goose-quill, 9G0 
 
224 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 And sinner Plato by Cephisian reed. 
 
 Would fain, pretending just the insect's good, 
 
 Whisk off, drive back, consign to shade again. 
 
 Into another state, under new rule 
 
 I knew myself was passing swift and sure ; 
 
 Whereof the initiatory pang approached, 
 
 Fehcitous annoy, as bitter-sweet 
 
 As when the virgin-band, the victors chaste. 
 
 Feel at the end the earthly garments drop, 
 
 And rise with something of a rosy shame 970 
 
 Into immortal nakedness : so I 
 
 Lay, and let com*e the proper throe would thrill 
 
 Into the ecstacy and out throb pain. 
 
 I' the grey of dawn it was I found myself 
 Facing the pillared front o' the Pieve — mine. 
 My church : it seemed to say for the first time 
 ' But am not I the Bride, the mystic love 
 
 * O' the Lamb, who took thy plighted troth, my priest, 
 ' To fold thy warm heart on my heart of stone 
 
 ' And freeze thee nor unfasten any more ? 980 
 
 * This is a fleshly woman, — let the free 
 
 ' Bestow their life-blood, thou art pulseless now ! ' 
 See ! Day by day I had risen and left this church 
 At the signal waved me by some foolish fan, 
 With half a curse and half a pitying smile 
 For the monk I stumbled over in my haste, 
 Prostrate and corpse-like at the altar-foot 
 Intent on his corona : then the church 
 Was ready with her quip, if word conduced. 
 To quicken my pace nor stop for prating — ' There ! 
 ' Be thankful you are no such ninny, go 991 
 
 ' Rather to teach a black-eyed novice cards 
 ' Than gabble Latin and protrude that nose 
 
 * Smoothed to a sheep's through no brains and much 
 
 faith ! ' 
 That sort of incentive ! Now the church changed 
 
 tone — 
 Now, when I found out first that life and death 
 Are means to an end, that passion uses both, 
 Indisputably mistress of the man 
 Whose form of worship is self-sacrifice — 999 
 
 Now, from the stone lungs sighed the scrannel voice 
 
 * Leave that live passion, come be dead with me ! ' 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 225 
 
 As if, i' the fabled garden, I had gone 1002 
 
 On great adventure, plucked in ignorance 
 Hedge-fruit, and feasted to satiety, 
 Laughing at such high fame for hips and haws. 
 And scorned the achievement : then come all at once 
 O' the prize o' the place, the thing of perfect gold, 
 The apple's self : and, scarce my eye on that, 
 Was 'ware as well o' the seven-fold dragon's watch. 
 
 Sirs, I obeyed. Obedience was too strange, — ■ lOiO 
 
 This new thing that had been struck into me 
 
 By the look o' the lady, — to dare disobey 
 
 The first authoritative word. 'T was God's. 
 
 I had been lifted to the level of her. 
 
 Could take such sounds into my sense. I said 
 
 ' We two are cognizant o' the Master now ; 
 
 * It is she bids me bow the head : how true, 
 ' I am a priest ! I see the function here ; 
 
 ' I thought the other way self-sacrifice : 
 
 * This is the true, seals up the perfect sum. 1020 
 ' I pay it, sit down, silently obey/ 
 
 So, I went home. Dawn broke, noon broadened, I — 
 
 I sat stone-still, let time run over me. 
 
 The sun slanted into my room, had reached 
 
 The west. I opened book, — Aquinas blazed 
 
 With one black name only on the white page. 
 
 I looked up, saw the sunset : vespers rang : 
 
 ' She counts the minutes till I keep my word 
 
 * And come say all is read}^ I am a priest. 
 
 * Duty toGod is duty to her : I think 1030 
 ' GodTwho created her, will save her too 
 
 ' Some new way, by one miracle the more, 
 ' Without me. Then, prayer may avail perhaps.* 
 I went to my own place i' the Pieve, read 
 The office : I was back at home again 
 Sitting i' the dark. ' Could she but know— but know 
 ' That, were there good in this distinct from God's, 
 ' Really good as it reached her, though procured 
 ' By a sin of mine, — ^I should sin : God forgives. 
 ' She knows it is no fear withholds me : fear ? 1040 
 ' Of what ? Suspense here is the terrible thing. 
 ' If she should, as she counts the minutes, come 
 ' On the fantastic notion that I fear 
 
 I 
 
226 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 ' The world now, fear the Archbishop, fear perhaps 
 ' Count Guido, he who, having forged the Ues, 
 ' May wait the work, attend the effect, — I fear 
 ' The sword of Guido ! Let God see to that — 
 ' Hating Ues, let not her believe a lie ! ' 
 
 Again the morning found me. ' I will work, 
 
 ' Tie down my fooHsh thoughts. Thank God so far ! 
 
 ' I have saved her from a scandal, stopped the tongues 
 
 ' Had broken else into a cackle and hiss 1052 
 
 ' Around the noble name. Duty is still 
 
 ' Wisdom : I have been wise.' So the day wore. 
 
 At evening — ' But, achieving victory, 
 
 ' I must not blink the priest's peculiar part, 
 
 ' Nor shrink to counsel, comfort : priest and friend — 
 
 ' How do we discontinue to be friends ? 
 
 ' I will go minister, advise her seek 
 
 ' Help at the source, — above all, not despair : 1060 
 
 ' There may be other happier help at hand. 
 
 ' I hope it, — wherefore then neglect to say ? ' 
 
 There she stood — leaned there, for the second time, 
 Over the terrace, looked at me, then spoke : 
 
 * Why is it you have suffered me to stay 
 
 ' Breaking my heart two days more than was need ? 
 ' Why delay help, your own heart yearns to give ? 
 ' You are again here, in the self -same mind, 
 ' I see here, steadfast in the face of you, — 
 ' You grudge to do no one thing that I ask. 1070 
 
 ; ' Why then is nothing done ? You know my need. 
 ' Still, through God's pity on me, there is time 
 ' And one day more : shall I be saved or no ? ' 
 I answered — ' Lady, waste no thought, no word 
 ' Even to forgive me ! Care for what I care — 
 ' Only ! Now follow me as I were fate ! 
 
 * Leave this house in the dark to-morrow night, 
 
 ' Just before daybreak : — there 's new moon this eve — 
 
 ' It sets, and then begins the soUd black. 
 
 ' Descend, proceed to the Torrione, step 1080 
 
 ' Over the low dilapidated wall, 
 
 ' Take San Clemente, there 's no other gate 
 
 * Unguarded at the hour : some paces thence 
 
 * An inn stands ; cross to it ; I shall be there.' 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 227 
 
 She answered, ' If I can but find the way. 
 ' But I shall find it. Go now ! ' 
 
 I did go, 
 Took rapidly the route myself prescribed, 
 Stopped at Torrione, climbed the ruined place, 
 Proved that the gate was practicable, reached 1090 
 The inn, no eye, despite the dark, could miss. 
 Knocked there and entered, made the host secure : 
 ' With Caponsacchi it is ask and have ; 
 ' I know my betters. Are you bound for Rome ? 
 
 * I get swift horse and trusty man,' said he. 
 
 Then I retraced my steps, was found once more v; 
 In my own house for the last time : there lay 
 The broad pale opened Summa. ' Shut his book, 
 ' There 's other showing ! 'T was a Thomas too 
 ' Obtained,— more favoured than his namesake here, — 
 ' A gift, tied faith fast, foiled the tug of doubt, — 
 
 * Our Lady's girdle ; down he saw it drop 1102 
 
 * As she ascended into heaven, they say : 
 
 * He kept that safe and bade all doubt adieu. 
 ' I too have seen a lady and hold a grace.* 
 
 I know not how the night passed : morning broke : 
 
 Presently came my servant. ' Sir, this eve — 
 
 ' Do you forget ? ' I started. — ' How forget ? 
 
 ' What is it you know ? ' — ' With due submission, Sir, 
 
 ' This being last Monday in the month but one 1110 
 
 * And a vigil, since to-morrow is Saint George, 
 ' And feast day, and moreover day for copes, 
 
 ' And Canon Conti now away a month, 
 ' And Canon Crispi sour because, forsooth, 
 ' You let him sulk in stall and bear the brunt 
 ' Of the octave . . . Well, Sir, 'tis important ! ' 
 
 ' True ! 
 ' Hearken, I have to start for Rome this night. 
 ' No word, lest Crispi overboil and burst ! 
 ' Provide me with a laic dress ! Throw dust 1120 
 
 ' I' the Canon's eye, stop his tongue's scandal so ! 
 ' See there 's a sword in case of accident.' 
 I knew the knave, the knave knew me. 
 
 And thus 
 Through each familiar hindrance of the day 
 
228 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 Did I make steadily for its hour and end, — 
 
 Felt time's old barrier-growth of right and fit 
 
 Give way through all its twines, and let me go ; 
 
 Use and wont recognized the excepted man. 
 
 Let speed the special service,— and I sped 1130 
 
 Till, at the dead between midnight and morn, 
 
 There was I at the goal, before the gate. 
 
 With a tune in the ears, low leading up to loud, 
 
 A light in the eyes, faint that would soon be flare. 
 
 Ever some spiritual witness new and new 
 
 In faster frequence, crowding solitude 
 
 To watch the way o' the warfare, — till, at last, 
 
 When the ecstatic minute must bring birth, 
 
 Began a whiteness in the distance, waxed 
 
 Whiter and whiter, near grew and more near, 1140 
 
 Till it was she : there did Pompilia come : 
 
 The white I saw shine through her was her soul's, 
 
 Certainly, for the body was one black. 
 
 Black from head down to foot. She did not sjpeak. 
 
 Glided into the carriage, — so a cloud 
 
 Gathers the moon up. ' By San Spirito, 
 
 ' To Rome, as if the road burned underneath ! 
 
 ' Reach Rome, then hold my head in pledge, I pay 
 
 ' The run and the risk to heart's content ! ' Just that, 
 
 I said, — -then, in another tick of time, 1150 
 
 Sprang, was beside her, she and I alone. 
 
 So it began, our flight thro' dusk to clear, 
 Through day and night and day again to night 
 Once more, and to last dreadful da\vn of all. 
 Sirs, how should I lie quiet in my grave 
 Unless you suffer me wring, drop by drop, 
 My brain dry, make a riddance of the drench 
 Of minutes with a memory in each. 
 Recorded motion, breath or look of hers, 1159 
 
 Which poured forth would present you one pure glass. 
 Mirror you plain, — as God's sea, glassed in gold. 
 His saints, — the perfect soul Pompilia ? Men, 
 You must know that a man gets drunk with truth 
 Stagnant inside him ! Oh, they 've killed her, Sirs ! 
 Can I be calm ? 
 
 Calmly ! Each incident 
 Proves, I maintain, that action of the flight 
 Eor the true thing it was. The first faint scratch 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 229 
 
 O' the stone will test its nature, teach its worth 
 To idiots who name Parian, coprolite. 1170 
 
 After all, I shall give no glare — at best 
 Only display you certain scattered lights 
 Lamping the rush and roll of the abyss — 
 Nothing but here and there a fire-point pricks 
 Wavelet from wavelet : well ! 
 
 For the first hour 
 We both were silent in the night, I know : 
 Sometimes I did not see nor understand. 
 Blackness engulphed me, — partial stupor, saj^ — 
 Then I would break way, breathe through the surprise, 
 And be aware again, and see who sat 1181 
 
 In the dark vest with the white face and hands. 
 I said to myself — ' I have caught it, I conceive 
 ' The mind o' the mystery : 't is the way they wake 
 
 * And wait, two martyrs somewhere in a tomb 
 ' Each by each as their blessing was to die ; 
 
 ' Some signal they are promised and expect, 
 ' When to arise before the trumpet scares : 
 
 * So, through the whole course of the world they wait 
 
 * The last day, but so fearless and so safe ! 1190 
 
 * No otherwise, in safety and not fear, 
 
 * Lhe^ b£(2.aiisfi„she lies too by my side.' 
 You know this is not love, Sirs, — it is faith. 
 The feeUng that there 's God, he reigns and rules 
 Out of this low world : that is all ; no harm ! 
 At times she drew a soft sigh — music seemed 
 Always to hover just above her lips 
 
 Not settle, — break a silence music too. 
 
 In the determined morning, I first found 
 Her head erect, her face turned full to me, 1200 
 
 Her soul intent on mine through two wide eyes. 
 I answered them. ' You are saved hitherto. 
 
 * We have passed Perugia, — gone round by the wood 
 ' Not through, I seem to think, — and opposite 
 
 ' I know Assisi ; this is holy ground.' 
 
 Then she resumed. ' How long since we both left 
 
 ' Arezzo ? ' — ' Years — and certain hours beside.' 
 
 It was at ... ah, but I forget the names ! 
 
 'T is a mere post-house and a hovel or two, — 
 
 I left the carriage and got bread and wine 1210 
 
230 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 And brought it her. — ' Does it detain to eat ? ' 
 
 ' — They stay perforce, change horses, — therefore eat ! 
 
 ' We lose no minute : we arrive, be sure ! ' 
 
 She said — I know not where — there 's a great hill 
 
 Close over, and the stream has lost its bridge. 
 
 One fords it. She began — ' I have heard say 
 
 ' Of some sick body that my mother knew, 
 
 ' 'T was no good sign when in a limb diseased 
 
 * All the pain suddenly departs, — as if 
 
 ' The guardian angel discontinued pain 1220 
 
 ' Because the hope of cure was gone at last : 
 
 ' The Hmb will not again exert itself, 
 
 ' It needs be pained no longer : so with me, 
 
 ' — My soul whence all the pain is past at once : 
 
 ' All pain must be to work some good in the end, 
 
 ' True, this I feel now, this may be that good, 
 
 ' Pain was because of, — otherwise, I fear ! ' 
 
 She said, — a long while later in the day, 
 
 When I had let the silence be, — abrupt — 1229 
 
 ' Have you a mother ? ' — ' She died, I was born.' 
 
 ' A sister then ? ' — ' No sister.' — ' Who was it — 
 
 ' What woman were you used to serve this way, 
 
 ' Be kind to, till I called you and you came ? ' 
 
 I did not like that word. Soon afterward — 
 
 ' Tell me, are men unhappy, in some kind 
 
 ' Of mere unhappiness at being men, 
 
 ' As women suffer, being womanish ? 
 
 ' Have you, now, some unhappiness, I mean, 
 
 ' Born of what may be man's strength overmuch, 
 
 ' To match the undue susceptibility, 1240 
 
 * The sense at every pore when hate is close ? 
 ' It hurts us if a baby hides its face 
 
 ' Or child strikes at us punily, calls names 
 ' Or makes a mouth, — much more if stranger men 
 ' Laugh or frown, — ^just as that were much to bear ! 
 ' Yet rocks split, — and the blow-ball does no more, 
 ' Quivers to feathery nothing at a touch ; 
 ' And strength may have its drawback, weakness 
 scapes.' 1248 
 
 Once she asked ' What is it that made you smile, 
 ' At the great gate with the eagles and the snakes, 
 ' Where the company entered, 't is a long time since ? ' 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 231 
 
 ' — ^Forgive — I think you would not understand : 
 
 ' Ah, but you ask me, — therefore, it was this. 
 
 ' That was a certain bishop's villa-gate, 
 
 ' I knew it by the eagles, — and at once 
 
 ' Remembered this same bishop was just he 
 
 ' People of old were wont to bid me please 
 
 ' If I would catch preferment : so, I smiled 
 
 ' Because an impulse came to me, a whim — 
 
 ' What if I prayed the prelate leave to speak, 1260 
 
 ' Began upon him in his presence-hall 
 
 ' — " What, still at work so grey and obsolete ? 
 
 ' " Still rocheted and mitred more or less ? 
 
 ' " Do n't you feel all that out of fashion now ? 
 
 ' " I find out when the day of things is done ! " ' 
 
 At eve we heard the angelus : she turned — 
 
 ' I told you I can neither read nor write. 
 
 ' My Ufe stopped with the play-time ; I will learn, 
 
 ' If I begin to Hve again : but you — 1269 
 
 ' Who are a priest — wherefore do you not read 
 
 ' The service at this hour ? Read Gabriel's song, 
 
 ' The lesson, and then read the little prayer 
 
 ' To Raphael, proper for us travellers ! ' 
 
 I did not like that, neither, but I read. 
 
 When we stopped at Fohgno it was dark. 
 
 The people of the post came out with lights : 
 
 The driver said, ' This time to-morrow, may 
 
 ' Saints only help, relays continue good, 
 
 ' Nor robbers hinder, we arrive at Rome.' 
 
 I urged, — ' Why tax your strength a second night ? 
 
 ' Trust me, alight here and take brief repose ! 1281 
 
 ' We are out of harm's reach, past pursuit : go sleep 
 
 ' If but an hour ! I keep watch, guard the while 
 
 ' Here in the doorway.' But her whole face changed. 
 
 The misery grew again about her mouth, 
 
 The eyes burned up from faintne^s, like the fawn's 
 
 Tired to death in the thicket, when she feels 
 
 The probing spear o' the huntsman. ' Oh, no stay ! ' 
 
 She cried, in the fawn's cry, ' On to Rome, on, on — 
 
 ' Unless 't is you who fear, — which cannot be ! ' 
 
 We did go on all night ; but at its close 1291 
 
 She was troubled, restless, moaned low,talked at whiles 
 
232 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 To herself, her brow on quiver with the dream : 
 
 Once, wide awake, she menaced, at arms' length 
 
 Waved away something — ' Never again with you ! 
 
 ' My soul is mine, my body is my soul's : 
 
 ' Yoli and I are divided ever more 
 
 ' In soul and body : get you gone ! ' Then I — 
 
 ' Why, in my whole life I have never prayed ! 
 
 ' Oh, if the God, that only can, would help ! 1300 
 
 ' Am I his priest with power to cast out fiends ? 
 
 ' Let God arise and all his enemies 
 
 ' Be scattered ! ' By morn, there was peace, no sigh 
 
 Out of the deep sleep. 
 
 When she woke at last, 
 I answered the first look — ' Scarce twelve hours more, 
 ' Then, Rome ! There probably was no pursuit, 
 ' There cannot now be peril : bear up brave ! 
 ' Just some twelve hours to press through to the prize — 
 ' Then, no more of the terrible journey ! ' ' Then, 
 ' No more o' the journey : if it might but last ! 
 ' Always, my life-long, thus to journey still ! 1312 
 
 ' It is the interruption that I dread, — 
 ' With no dread, ever to be here and thus ! 
 ' Never to see a face nor hear a voice ! 
 ' Yours is no voice ; you speak when you are dumb ; 
 ' Nor face, I see it in the dark. I want 
 ' No face nor voice that change and grow unkind.' 
 That I liked, that was the best thing she said. 
 
 In the broad day, I dared entreat, ' Descend ! ' 1320 
 
 I told a woman, at the garden-gate 
 
 By the post-house, white and pleasant in the sun, 
 
 ' It is my sister, — talk with her apart ! 
 
 * She is married and unhappy, you perceive ; 
 
 ' I take her home because her head is hurt ; 
 
 ' Comfort her as you women understand ! ' 
 
 So, there I left them by the garden-wall, 
 
 Paced the road, then bade put the horses to. 
 
 Came back, and there she sat : close to her knee, 
 
 A black-eyed child still held the bowl of milk, 1330 
 
 Wondered to see how little she could drink, 
 
 And in her arms the woman's infant lay. 
 
 She smiled at me ' How much good this has done ! 
 
 ' This is a whole night's rest and how much more ! 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 233 
 
 * I can proceed now, though I wish to stay. 
 
 * How do you call that tree with the thick top 
 ' That holds in all its leafy green and gold 
 
 * The sun now Hke an immense egg of fire ? ' 
 (It was a miUi on-leaved mimosa.) ' Take 
 
 * The babe away from me and let me go ! ' 1340 
 And in the carriage ' Still a day, my friend ! 
 
 ' And perhaps half a night, the woman fears. 
 
 ' I pray it finish since it cannot last. 
 
 ' There may be more misfortune at the close, 
 
 ' And where will you be ? God suffice me then ! ' 
 
 And presently — for there was a roadside-shrine — 
 
 ' When I was taken first to my own church 
 
 ' Lorenzo in Lucina, being a girl, 
 
 ' And bid confess my faults, I interposed 1349 
 
 ' " But teach me what fault to confess and know ! " 
 
 ' So, the priest said — " You should bethink yourself : 
 
 * " Each human being needs must have done wrong ! " 
 ' Now, be you candid and no priest but friend — 
 
 ' Were I surprised and killed here on the spot, 
 ' A runaway from husband and his home, 
 ' Do you account it were in sin I died ? 
 ' My husband used to seem to harm me, not . . . 
 
 * Not on pretence he punished sin of mine, 
 ' Nor for sin's sake and lust of cruelty, 
 
 * But as I heard him bid a farming-man 1360 
 ' At the villa take a lamb once to the wood 
 
 ' And there ill-treat it, meaning that the wolf 
 ' Should hear its cries, and so come, quick be caught, 
 ' Enticed to the trap : he practised thus with me 
 ' That so, whatever were his gain thereby, 
 
 * Others than I might become prey and spoil. 
 
 * Had it been only between our two selves, — 
 
 ' His pleasure and my pain, — why, pleasure him 
 ' By dying, nor such need to make a coil ! 
 ' But this was worth an effort, that my pain 1370 
 
 ' Should not become a snare, prove pain threefold 
 ' To other people — strangers — or unborn — 
 ' How should I know ? I sought release from that — 
 ' I think, or else from, — dare I say, some cause 
 ' Such as is put into a tree, which turns 
 ' Away from the northwind with what nest it holds, — • 
 ' The woman said that trees so turn : now, friend, 
 ' Tell me, because I cannot trust myself ! 
 13 
 
234 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 ' You are a man : what have I done amiss ? ' 
 
 You must conceive my answer, — I forget — 1380 
 
 Taken up wholly with the thought, perhaps, 
 
 This time she might have said, — might, did not say — 
 
 ' You are a priest.' She said, ' my friend.' 
 
 Day wore. 
 We passed the places, somehow the calm went, 
 Again the restless eyes began to rove 
 In new fear of the foe mine could not see : 
 She wandered in her mind, — addressed me once 
 ' Gaetano ! ' — that is not my name : whose name ? 
 I grew alarmed, my head seemed turning too : 1390 
 I quickened pace with promise now, now threat : 
 Bade drive and drive, nor any stopping more. 
 
 * Too deep i' the thick of the struggle, struggle through ! 
 ' Then drench her in repose though death's self pour 
 
 ' The plenitude of quiet, — help us, God, 
 
 * Whom the winds carry ! ' 
 
 Suddenly I saw 
 The old tower, and the little white-walled clump 
 Of buildings and the cypress- tree or two, — 
 ' Already Castelnuovo — ^Rome ! ' I cried, 1400 
 
 ' As good as Rome, — ^Rome is the next stage, think ! 
 ' This is where travellers' hearts are wont to beat. 
 ' Say you are saved, sweet lady ! ' Up she woke. 
 The sky was fierce with colour from the sun 
 Setting. She screamed out, ' No, I must not die ! 
 
 * Take me no farther, I should die : stay here ! 
 
 * I have more hfe to save than mine ! ' 
 
 She swooned. 
 We seemed safe : what was it foreboded so ? 
 Out of the coach into the inn I bore 1410 
 
 The motionless and breathless pure and pale 
 Pompilia, — bore her through a pitying group 
 And laid her on a couch, still calm and cured 
 By deep sleep of all woes at once. The host 
 Was urgent ' Let her stay an hour or two ! 
 ' Leave her to us, all will be right by morn ! ' 
 Oh, my foreboding ! But I could not choose. 
 
 I paced the passage, kept watch all night long. 
 
 I listened, — not one movement, not one sigh. 1419 
 
 ' Fear not : she sleeps so sound ! ' they said — but I 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 235 
 
 Feared, all the same, kept fearing more and more, 
 Found myself throb with fear from head to foot. 
 Filled with a sense of such impending woe. 
 That, at first pause of night, pretence of gray, 
 I made my mind up it was morn. — ' Reach Rome, 
 ' Lest hell reach her ! A dozen miles to make, 
 ' Another long breath, and we emerge ! * I stood 
 I' the court-yard, roused the sleepy grooms. ' Have 
 
 out 
 ' Carriage and horse, give haste, take gold ! ' — said I. 
 While they made ready in the doubtful morn, — ■ 
 'T was the last minute, — needs must I ascend 1431 
 And break her sleep ; I turned to go. 
 
 And there 
 Faced me Count Guido, there posed the mean man 
 As master, — took the field, encamped his rights, 
 Challenged the world : there leered new triumph, there 
 Scowled the old malice in the visage bad 
 And black o' the scamp. Soon triumph suppled the 
 
 tongue 
 A little, malice glued to his dry throat. 
 And he part howled, part hissed . . . oh, how he kept 
 Well out o' the way, at arm's length and to spare ! — 
 ' My salutation to your priestship ! What ? 1442 
 
 ' Matutinal, busy with book so soon 
 
 * Of an April day that 's damp as tears that now 
 
 * Deluge Arezzo at its darhng's flight ? — 
 ' 'T is unfair, v/rongs feminity at large, 
 
 ' To let a single dame monopolize 
 
 ' A heart the whole sex claims, should share aUke : 
 
 * Therefore I overtake you, Canon ! Come ! 
 
 ' The lady, — could you leave her side so soon ? 
 
 * You have not yet experienced at her hands 1451 
 ' My treatment, you lay down undrugged, I see ! . 
 
 ' Hence this alertness — hence no death-in-life 
 
 ' Like what held arms fast when she stole from mine. 
 
 ' To be sure, you took the solace and repose 
 
 ' That first night at Foligno ! — news abound 
 
 ' O' the road by this time, — men regaled me much, 
 
 * As past them I came halting after you, 
 
 ' Vulcan pursuing Mars, as poets sing, — • 
 
 * Still at the last here pant I, but arrive, 1460 
 ' Vulcan — and not without my Cyclops too, 
 
 * The Commissary and the unpoisoned arm 
 
236 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 ' 0' the Civil Force, should Mars turn mutineer. 
 
 ' Enough of fooling : capture the culprits, friend ! 
 
 ' Here is the lover in the smart disguise 
 
 ' With the sword, — he is a priest, so mine lies still : 
 
 ' There upstairs hides my wife the runaway, 
 
 ' His leman : the two plotted, poisoned first, 
 
 ' Plundered me after, and eloped thus far 14G9 
 
 ' Where now you find them. Do your duty quick ! 
 
 ' Arrest and hold him ! That 's done : now catch her ! ' 
 
 During this speech of that man, — well, I stood 
 
 Away, as he managed, — still, I stood as near 
 
 The throat of him, — with these two hands, my own, — 
 
 As now I stand near yours. Sir, — one quick spring, 
 
 One great good satisfying gripe, and lo ! 
 
 There had he lain abolished with his he. 
 
 Creation purged o' the miscreate, man redeemed, 
 
 A spittle wiped off from the face of God ! 
 
 I, in some measure, seek a poor excuse 1480 
 
 For what I left undone, in just this fact 
 
 That my first feeling at the speech I quote 
 
 Was — not of what a blasphemy was dared, 
 
 Not what a bag of venomed purulence 
 
 Was spht and noisome, — but how splendidly 
 
 Mirthful, what ludicrous a lie was launched ! 
 
 Would Moliere's self wish more than hear such man 
 
 Call, claim such woman for his own, his wife, 
 
 Even though, in due amazement at the boast, 
 
 He had stammered, she moreover was divine ? 1490 
 
 She to be his, — were hardly less absurd 
 
 Than that he took her name into his mouth. 
 
 Licked, and then let it go again, the beast, 
 
 Signed with his slaver. Oh, she poisoned him, 
 
 Plundered him, and the rest ! Well, what I wished 
 
 Was, that he would but go on, say once more 
 
 So to the world, and get his meed of men, 
 
 The fist's reply to the filth. And while I mused, 
 
 The minute, oh the misery, was gone ! 
 
 On either idle hand of me there stood 1500 
 
 Really an officer, nor laughed i' the least. 
 
 They rendered justice to his reason, laid 
 
 Logic to heart, as 't were submitted them 
 
 ' Twice two makes four.' 
 
 ' And now, catch her ! ' — he cried. 
 That sobered me. ' Let myself lead the way — 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 237 
 
 * Ere you arrest me, who am somebody, 
 
 ' And, as you hear, a priest and privileged, — 
 ' To the lady's chamber ! I presume you — men 
 ' Expert, instructed how to find out truth, 1510 
 
 ' Familiar with the guise of guilt. Detect 
 ' Guilt on her face when it meets mine, then judge 
 ' Between us and the mad dog howling there ! ' 
 Up we all went together, in they broke 
 O' the chamber late my chapel. There she lay, 
 Composed as when I laid her, that last eve, 
 O' the couch, still breathless, motionless, sleep's self. 
 V/ax- white, seraphic, saturate with the sun 
 # O' the morning that now flooded from the front 
 And filled the window with a light like blood. 1520 
 ' Behold the poisoner, the adulteress, 
 
 * — ^And feigning sleep too ! Seize, bind ! ' — Guide 
 
 hissed. 
 
 She started up, stood erect, face to face 
 With the husband : back he fell, was buttressed there 
 By the window^ all a-flame with morning-red, 
 He the black figure, the opprobrious blur 
 Against all peace and joy and light and life. 
 ' Away from between me and hell ! ' — she cried : 
 ' Hell for me, no embracing any more ! 
 ' I am God's, I love God, God — whose knees I clasp, 
 ' Whose utterly most just award I take, 1531 
 
 ' But bear no more love-making devils : hence ! ' 
 I may have made an effort to reach her side 
 From where I stood i' the door-way, — anyhow 
 I found the arms, I wanted, pinioned fast. 
 Was powerless in the clutch to left and right 
 0' the rabble pouring in, rascahty 
 Enlisted, rampant on the side of hearth 
 Home and the husband, — pay in prospect too ! 
 They heaped themselves upon me. — ' Ha ! — and him 
 ' Also you outrage ? Him, too, my sole friend, 1541 
 ' Guardian and saviour ? That I baulk you of, 
 ' Since — see how GTod can help at last and worst ! ' 
 She sprung at the sword that hung beside him, seized, 
 Drew, brandished it, the sunrise burned for joy 
 O' the blade, ' Die,' cried she, ' d^il, in God's name ! ' 
 vv" Ah, but they all closed round herT^welve to one, 
 .^ — The unmanly men, no woman-mother made. 
 
238 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 Spawned somehow ! Dead-white and disarmed she 
 
 lay. 
 No matter for the sword, her word sufficed 1550 
 
 To spike the coward through and through : he shook, 
 Could only spit between the teeth — ' You see ? 
 
 * You hear ? Bear witness, then ! Write down . . . but, 
 
 no — 
 
 * Carry these criminals to the prison-house, 
 
 * For first thing ! I begin my search meanwhile 
 ' After the stolen effects, gold, jewels, plate, 
 
 ' Money and clothes, they robbed me of and fled : 
 ' With no few amorous pieces, verse and prose, 
 ' I have much reason to expect to find.' 
 
 When I saw, that, — no more than the first mad speech. 
 
 Made out the speaker mad and a laughing-stock, 
 
 So neither did this next device explode 1562 
 
 One listener's indignation, — that a scribe 
 
 Did sit down, set himself to write indeed. 
 
 And sundry knaves began to peer and pry 
 
 In corner and hole, — that Guido, wiping brow 
 
 And getting him a countenance, was fast 
 
 Losing his fear, beginning to strut free 
 
 O' the stage of his exploit, snuff here, sniff there, — 
 
 I took the truth in, guessed sufficiently 1570 
 
 The service for the moment — ' What I say, 
 
 ' SUght at your peril ! We are ahens here, 
 
 ' My adversary and I, called noble both ; 
 
 ' I am the nobler, and a name men know. 
 
 * I could refer our cause to our own court 
 ' In our own country, but prefer appeal 
 
 ' To the nearer jurisdiction. Being a priest, 
 
 ' Though in a secular garb, — for reasons good 
 
 ' I shall adduce in due time to my peers, — 
 
 ' I demand that the Church I serve, decide 1580 
 
 * Between us, right the slandered lady there. 
 ' A Tuscan noble, I might claim the Duke : 
 
 * A priest, I rather choose the Church, — bid Rome 
 \Cover the wronged with her inviolate shield.' 
 
 There was no refusing this : they bore me off. 
 They bore her off, to separate cells o' the same 
 Ignoble prison, and, separate, thence to Rome. 
 Pompilia's face, then and thus, looked on me 
 
VI u GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 239 
 
 ^^-^ 
 The last time in this hfe : not one sight since, 
 Never another sight to be ! And yet 1590 
 
 I thought I had saved her. I appealed to Rome : 
 It seems I simply sent her to her death. 
 You tell me she is dying now, or dead ; ^ 
 
 I cannot bring myself to quite believe .» ,/ 
 
 This is a place you torture people in : \s^ 
 
 What if this your intelligence were just ^^^^^ \i. 
 
 A subtlety, an honest wile to work ^vr 
 
 On a man at unawares ? 'T were worthy you. 
 No, Sirs, I cannot have the lady dead ! 
 That erect form, flashing brow, fulgurant eye, 1600 
 That voice immortal (oh, that voice of hers !) 
 That vision in the blood-red day-break — that 
 Leap to life of the pale electric sword 
 Angels go armed with, — that was not the last 
 O' the lady ! Come, I see through it, you find — 
 Know the manoeuvre ! Also herself said 
 I had saved her : do you dare say she spoke false ? 
 Let me see for myself if it be so ! 1608 
 
 Though she were dying, a priest might be of use. 
 The more when he 's a friend too, — she called me 
 Far beyond ' friend '. Come, let me see her — indeed 
 It is my duty, being a priest : I hope 
 I stand confessed, established, proved a priest ? 
 My punishment had motive that, a priest 
 
 I, in a laic garb, a mundane mode, ^^^ 
 
 Did what were harmlessly done otherwise. *^ 
 
 I never touched her with my finger-tip ^^. ^-^ ' 
 
 Except to carry her to the couch, that eve. 
 Against my heart, beneath my head, bowed low, 
 As we priests carry the paten : that is why 1620 
 
 — ^To get leave and go see her of your grace — 
 I have told you this whole story over again. 
 Do I deserve grace ? For I might lock lips. 
 Laugh at your jurisdiction : w^hat have you 
 To do with me in the matter ? I suppose 
 You hardly think I donned a bravo's dress 
 To have a hand in the new crime ; on the old. 
 Judgment 's delivered, penalty imposed, 
 I was chained fast at Civita hand and foot — • 
 She had only you to trust to, you and Rome, 1630 
 
 Rome and the Church, and no pert meddling priest 
 Two days ago, when Guido, with the right, 
 
240 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 Hacked her to pieces. One might well be wroth ; 
 
 I have been patient, done my best to help : 
 
 I come from Civita and punishment 
 
 As friend of the court — and for pure friendship's sake 
 
 Have told my tale to the end, — ^nay, not the end — 
 
 For, wait — I'll end — not leave you that excuse ! 
 
 When we were parted, — shall I go on there ? 
 
 I was presently brought to Rome — ^yes, here I stood 
 
 Opposite yonder very crucifix — 1641 
 
 And there sat you and you, Sirs, quite the same. 
 
 I heard charge, and bore question, and told tale 
 
 Noted down in the book there, — turn and see 
 
 If, by one jot or tittle, I vary now ! 
 
 I' the colour the tale takes, there 's change perhaps ; 
 
 'T is natural, since the sky is different, 
 
 Eclipse in the air now ; still, the outline stays, 
 
 I showed you how it came to be my part 
 
 To save the lady. Then your clerk produced 1650 
 
 Papers, a pack of stupid and impure 
 
 Banalities called letters about love — 
 
 Love, indeed, — I could teach who styled them so, 
 
 Better, I think, though priest and loveless both ! 
 
 ' — How was it that a wife, young, innocent, 
 
 ' And stranger to your person, wrote this page ? ' — 
 
 ' — She wrote it when the Holy Father wrote 
 
 ' The bestiahty that posts thro' Rome, 
 
 ' Put in his mouth by Pasquin.' — ' Nor perhaps 
 
 ' Did you return these answers, verse and prose, 
 
 ' Signed, sealed and sent the lady ? There 's your 
 
 hand ! ' ' 1661 
 
 ' — This precious piece of verse, I really judge 
 ' Is meant to copy my own character, 
 ' A clumsy mimic ; and this other prose, 
 ' Not so much even ; both rank forgery : 
 ' Verse, quotha ? Bembo's verse ! When Saint John 
 
 wrote 
 ' The tract " De Trihus ", I wrote this to match.' 
 ' — How came it, then, the documents were found 
 ' At the inn on your departure ? ' — ' I opine, 
 ' Because there were no documents to find 1670 
 
 ' In my presence, — you must hide before you find. 
 ' Who forged them, hardly practised in my view ; 
 ' Who found them, waited till I turned my back.' 
 
yi GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 241 
 
 ' — And what of the clandestine visits paid, 
 
 ' Nocturnal passage in and out the house 
 
 ' With its lord absent ? 'T is alleged you cUmbed . , .' 
 
 ' — Flew on a broomstick to tlie man i' the moon ! 
 
 ' Who witnessed or will testify this trash ? ' 
 
 ' —The trusty servant, Margherita's self, 
 
 ' Even she who brought you letters, you confess, 
 
 ' And, you confess, took letters in reply : 1G81 
 
 ' Forget not we have knowledge of the facts ! ' 
 
 * — Sirs, who have knowledge of the facts, defray 
 
 ' The expenditure of wit I waste in vain, 
 
 ' Trying to find out just one fact of all ! 
 
 ' She who brought letters from who could not write, 
 
 ' And took back letters to who could not read, — 
 
 ' Who was that messenger, of your charity ? ' 
 
 ' — ^Well, so far favours you, the circumstance 
 
 ' That this same messenger . . . how shall we say ? . . . 
 
 ' Sub imputaiione meretricis 1691 
 
 ' Laborat, — which makes accusation null : 
 
 ' We waive this woman's : — nought makes void the 
 
 next. 
 ' Borsi, called Venerino, he who drove, 
 ' 0' the first night when you fled away, at length 
 ' Deposes to your kissings in the coach, 
 ' — ^Frequent, frenetic . . .' ' When deposed he so ? ' 
 ' After some weeks of sharp imprisonment . . .' 
 ' — Granted by friend the Governor, I engage — ' 
 ' — ^For his participation in your flight ! 1700 
 
 ' At length his obduracy melting made 
 ' The avowal mentioned . . .' ' Was dismissed forthwith 
 ' To liberty, poor knave, for recompense. 
 ' Sirs, give what credit to the lie you can ! 
 ' For me, no word in my defence I speak, 
 ' And God shall argue for the lady ! ' 
 
 So 
 Did I stand question, and make answer, still 
 With the same result of smiling disbelief, 
 Polite impossibility of faith 1710 
 
 In such affected virtue in a priest ; 
 But a showing fair play, an indulgence, even, 
 To one no worse than others after all — 
 Who had not brought disgrace to the order, played 
 Discreetly, ruffled gown nor ripped the cloth 
 In a bungling game at romps : I have told you, Sirs — 
 
242 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 If I pretended simply to be pure 
 
 Honest and Christian in the case, — absurd ! 
 
 As well go boast myself above the needs 
 
 O' the human nature, careless how meat smells, 1720 
 
 Wine tastes, — a saint above the smack ! But once 
 
 Abate my crest, own flaws i' the flesh, agree 
 
 To go with the herd, be hog no more nor less, 
 
 Why, hogs in common herd have common rights — 
 
 I must not be unduly borne upon. 
 
 Who had just romanced a little, sown wild oats. 
 
 But 'scaped without a scandal, flagrant fault. 
 
 My name helped to a mirthful circumstance : 
 
 * Joseph ' would do well to amend his plea : 
 Undoubtedly — some toying with the wife, 1730 
 But as for ruffian violence and rape, 
 
 Potiphar pressed too much on the other side ! 
 
 The intrigue, the elopement, the disguise, — well 
 
 charged ! 
 The letters and verse looked hardly like the truth. 
 Your apprehension was — of guilt enough 
 To be compatible with innocence, 
 So, punished best a little and not too much. 
 Had I struck Guido Franceschini's face. 
 You had counselled me withdraw for my own sake. 
 Baulk him of bravo-hiring. Friends came round, 
 Congratulated, ' Nobody mistakes ! 1741 
 
 ' The pettiness o' the forfeiture defines 
 
 * The peccadillo : Guido gets his share : 
 
 ' His wife is free of husband and hook-nose, 
 ' The mouldy viands and the mother-in-law. 
 ' To Civita with you and amuse the time, 
 ' Travesty us '' De Raptu Helenm ! " 
 ' A funny figure must the husband cut 
 
 * When the wife makes him skip, — too ticklish, eh ? 
 
 ' Do it in Latin, not the Vulgar, then ! 1750 
 
 ' Scazons — ^Ave'll copy and send his Eminence ! 
 
 * Mind — one iambus in the final foot ! 
 
 * He '11 rectify it, be your friend for life ! ' 
 Oh, Sirs, depend on me for much new light 
 Thrown on the justice and rehgion here 
 
 By this proceeding, much fresh food for thought ! 
 
 And I was just set down to study these 
 In relegation, two short days ago. 
 
 I 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 243 
 
 Admiring how you read the rules, when, clap, 
 
 A thunder comes into my solitude — 1760 . 
 
 I am caught up in a whirlwind and cast here, 
 
 Told of a sudden, in this room where so late 
 
 You dealt out law adroitly, that those scales, 
 
 I meekly bowed to, took my allotment from, 
 
 Guido has snatched at, broken in your hands, 
 
 Metes to himself the murder of his wife, 
 
 Full measure, pressed down, running over now ! 
 
 Can I assist to an explanation ? — ^Yes, 
 
 I rise in your esteem, sagacious Sirs, 
 
 Stand up a renderer of reasons, not 1770 
 
 The officious priest would personate Saint George 
 
 For a mock Princess in undragoned days. 
 
 What, the blood startles you ? What, after all 
 
 The priest who needs must carry sword on thigh 
 
 May find imperative use for it ? Then, there was 
 
 A Princess, was a dragon belching flame, 
 
 And should have been a Saint George also ? Then, 
 
 There might be worse schemes than to break the 
 
 bonds 
 At Arezzo, lead her by the little hand. 
 Till she reached Rome, and let her try to five ? 1780 
 But you were the law and the gospel, — ^would one 
 
 please 
 Stand back, allow your faculty elbow-room ? ^ (v .^^tf >A^^ 
 
 You blind guides who must needs lead eyes that see ! j a^-+»^. 
 Fools, alike ignorant of man and God ! H-K^t 
 
 What was there here should have perplexed your wit 
 For a Mink of the owl-eyes_.of J^u 1 How miss, ' 
 
 then. 
 What 's now forced on you by this flare of fact — 
 As if Saint Peter failed to recognize 
 Nero as no apostle, John or James, 
 Till someone burned a martyr, made a torch 1790 
 
 O' the blood and fat to show his features by ! 
 Could you fail read this cartulary aright 
 On head and front of Franceschini there. 
 Large-lettered Hke hell's masterpiece of print,— 
 That he, from the beginning pricked at heart 
 By some lust, letch of hate against his wife. 
 Plotted to jjlague her into overt sin 
 An3^hame, would slay PompiUa body and soul. 
 And save his mean seK — miserably caught 1799 -: ~ 
 
244 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 I' the quagmire of his own tricks, cheats and Hes ? 
 
 — That himself wrote those papers, — from himself 
 
 To himself, — which, i' the name of me and her, 
 
 His mistress-messenger gave her and me. 
 
 Touching us with such pustules of the soul 
 
 That she and I might take the taint, be shown 
 
 To the world and shuddered over, speckled so ? 
 
 — That the agent put her sense into my words, 
 
 Made substitution of the thing she hoped, 
 
 For the thing she had and held, its opposite, 1809 
 
 While the husband in the background bit his lips 
 
 At each fresh failure of his precious plot ? 
 
 — ^That when at the last we did rush each on each. 
 
 By no chance but because God willed it so — 
 
 The spark of truth was struck from out our souls — 
 
 Made all of me, descried in the first glance, 
 
 Seem fair and honest and permissible love 
 
 O' the good and true — as the first glance told me 
 
 There was no duty patent in the world 
 
 Like daring try be good and true myself, 1819 
 
 Leaving the shows of things to the Lord of Show 
 
 And Prince o' the Power of the Air. Our very flight, 
 
 Even to its most ambiguous circumstance, 
 
 Irrefragably proved how futile, false ... 
 
 Why, men — men and not boys — boys and not babes — 
 
 Babes and not beasts — beasts and not stocks and 
 
 stones ! — 
 Had the liar's He been true one pin-point speck, 
 Were I the accepted suitor, free o' the place, 
 Disposer of the time, to come at a call 
 And go at a wink as who should say me nay, — 
 What need of flight, what were the gain therefrom 
 But just damnation, failure or success ? 1831 
 
 Damnation pure and simple to her the wife 
 And me the priest — who bartered private bhss 
 For public reprobation, the safe shade 
 For the sunshine which men see to pelt me by : 
 What other advantage, — we who led the days 
 And nights alone i' the house, — ^was flight to find ? 
 In our whole journey did we stop an hour. 
 Diverge a foot from strait road till we reached 
 Or would have reached — but for that fate of ours — 
 The father and mother, in the eye of Rome, 1841 
 
 The eye of yourselves we made aware of us 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 245 
 
 At the first fall of misfortune ? And indeed 
 
 You did so far give sanction to our flight, 
 
 Confirm its purpose, as lend helping hand. 
 
 Deliver up Pompilia not to him 
 
 She fled, but those the flight was ventured for. 
 
 Why then could you, who stopped short, not go on 
 
 One poor step more, and justify the means, 
 
 Having allowed the end ? — not see and say 1850 
 
 ' Here 's the exceptional conduct that should claim 
 
 ' To be exceptionally judged on rules 
 
 ' Which, understood, make no exception here ' — 
 
 Why play instead into the devil's hands 
 
 By dealing so ambiguously as gave 
 
 Guido the power to intervene like me, 
 
 Prove one exception more ? I saved his wife 
 
 Against law : against law he slays her now : 
 
 Deal with him ! 
 
 I have done with being judged. I860 
 I stand here guiltless in thought, w^ord and deed, 
 To the point that I apprise you, — in contempt 
 For all misapprehending ignorance 
 O' the human heart, much more the mind of Christ, — 
 That I assuredly did bow, was blessed 
 By the revelation of Pompilia. There ! 
 Such is the final fact I fling you. Sirs, 
 To mouth and mumble and misinterpret : there ! 
 ' The priest 's in love,' have it the vulgar way ! 
 Unpriest me, rend the rags o' the vestment, do — 
 Degrade deep, disenfranchise all you dare — 1871 
 
 Remove me from the midst, no longer priest 
 And fit companion for the like of you — 
 Your gay Abati with the well-turned leg 
 And rose i' the hat-rim. Canons, cross at neck 
 And silk mask in the pocket of the gown, 
 Brisk bishops with the world's musk still unbrushed 
 From the rochet ; I '11 no more of these good things : 
 There 's a crack somewhere, something that 's unsound 
 I' the rattle ! 1880 
 
 For Pompilia — be advised, 
 Build churches, go pray ! You will find me there, 
 I know, if you come, — and you will come, I know. 
 Why, there 's a Judge weeping ! Did not I say 
 
246 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 You were good and true at bottom ? You see the 
 
 truth — 
 I am glad I helped you : she helped me just so. 
 
 But for Count Guido, — ^you must counsel there ! 
 
 I bow my head, bend to the very dust, 
 
 Break myself up in shame of faultiness. 
 
 I had him one whole moment, as I said — • 1890 
 
 As I remember, as will never out 
 
 O' the thoughts of me, — I had him in arm's reach 
 
 There, — as you stand. Sir, now you cease to sit, — 
 
 I could have killed him ere he killed his wife, 
 
 And did not : he went off alive and well 
 
 And then effected this last feat — through me ! 
 
 Me — not through you — dismiss that fear ! 'T was you 
 
 Hindered me staying here to save her, — not 
 
 From leaving you and going back to him 
 
 And doing service in Arezzo. Come, 1900 
 
 Instruct me in procedure ! I conceive — 
 
 In all due self-abasement might I speak — 
 
 How you will deal with Guido : oh, not death ! 
 
 Death, if it let her life be : otherwise 
 
 Not death, — ^your lights will teach you clearer ! I 
 
 Certainly have an instinct of my own 
 
 I' the matter : bear with me and weigh its worth ! 
 
 Let us go away — leave Guido all alone 
 
 Back on the world again that knows him now ! 
 
 I think he will be found (indulge so far !) 1910 
 
 Not to die so much as slide out of life. 
 
 Pushed by the general horror and common hate 
 
 Low, lower, — left o' the very ledge of things, 
 
 I seem to see him catch convulsively 
 
 One by one at all honest forms of life. 
 
 At reason, order, decency and use — ■ 
 
 To cramp him and get foothold by at least ; 
 
 And still they disengage them from his clutch. 
 
 ' What, you are he, then, had Pompiha once 
 
 * And so forwent her ? Take not up with us ! ' 1920 
 
 And thus I see him slowly and surely edged 
 
 Off all the table-land whence life upsprings 
 
 Aspiring to be immortality, 
 
 As the snake, hatched on hill-top by mischance, 
 
 Despite his wriggling, slips, slides, slidders down 
 
 Hill-side, lies low and prostrate on the smooth 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 247 
 
 Level of the outer place, lapsed in the vale : 
 
 So I lose Guiclo in the loneliness, 
 
 Silence and dusk, till at the doleful end, 
 
 At the horizontal Hne, creation's verge, 1930 
 
 From what just is to absolute nothingness — 
 
 Lo, what is this he meets, strains onward still ? 
 
 What other man deep further in the fate. 
 
 Who, turning at the prize of a footfall 
 
 To flatter him and promise fellowship, 
 
 Discovers in the act a frightful face — 
 
 Judas, made monstrous by much solitude ! 
 
 'The two are at one now'j Let them love their love 
 
 That bites and claws like hate, or hate their hate 
 
 That mops and mows and makes as it were love ! 
 
 There, let them each tear each in devil's-fun, 1941 
 
 Or fondle this the other while malice aches — 
 
 Both teach, both learn detestability ! 
 
 Kiss him the kiss, Iscariot ! Pay that back, 
 
 That smatch o' the slaver blistering on your lip — 
 
 By the better trick, the insult he spared Christ — 
 
 Lure him the lure o' the letters, Aretine ! 
 
 Lick him o'er slimy-smooth with jelly-filth 
 
 O' the verse-and-prose pollution in love's guise ! 
 
 The cockatrice is with the basiUsk ! 1950 
 
 There let them grapple, denizens o' the dark, 
 
 Foes or friends, but indissolubly bound, 
 
 In their one spot out of the ken of God 
 
 Or care of man, for ever and ever more ! 
 
 Why, Sirs, what 's this ? Why, this is sorry and 
 
 strange ! — 
 Futility, divagation : this from me 
 Bound to be rational, justify an act 
 Of sober man ! — whereas, being moved so much, 
 I give you cause to doubt the lady's mind : 
 A pretty sarcasm for the world ! I fear i960 
 
 You do her wit injustice, — all through me ! 
 Like my fate all through, — ineffective help ! 
 A poor rash advocate I prove myself. 
 You might be angry with good cause : but sure 
 At the advocate, — only at the undue zeal 
 That spoils the force of his own plea, I think ? 
 My part was just to tell you how things stand, 
 State facts and not be flustered at their fume. 
 
248 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 But then 't is a priest speaks : as for love, — no ! 
 
 If you let buzz a vulgar fly like that 1970 
 
 About your brains, as if I loved, forsooth. 
 
 Indeed, Sirs, you do wrong ! We had no thought 
 
 Of such infatuation, she and I : 
 
 There are many points that prove it : do be just ! 
 
 I told you, — at one little roadside-place 
 
 I spent a good half -hour, paced to and fro 
 
 The garden ; just to leave her free awhile, 
 
 I plucked a handful of Spring herb and bloom : 
 
 I might have sat beside her on the bench 1979 
 
 Where the children were : I wish the thing had been, 
 
 Indeed : the event could not be worse, you know : 
 
 One more half -hour of her saved ! She 's dead now, 
 
 Sirs ! 
 While I was running on at such a rate. 
 Friends should have plucked me by the sleeve : I went 
 Too much o' the trivial outside of her face 
 And the purity that shone there — plain to me, 
 Not to you, what more natural ? Nor am I 
 Infatuated, — oh, I saw, be sure ! 
 Her brow had not the right line, leaned too much, 
 Painters would say ; they like the straight-up Greek : 
 This seemed bent somewhat with an invisible crown 
 Of martyr and saint, not such as art approves. 1992 
 And how the dark orbs dwelt deep underneath, 
 Looked out of such a sad sweet heaven on me — 
 The lips, compressed a little, came forward too, 
 Careful for a whole world of sin and pain. 
 That was the face, her husband makes his plea, 
 He sought just to disfigure, — no offence 
 Beyond that ! Sirs, let us be rational ! 
 He needs must vindicate his honour, — ay, 2000 
 
 Yet shirks, the coward, in a clown's disguise. 
 Away from the scene, endeavours to escape. 
 Now, had he done so, slain and left no trace 
 0' the slayer, — what were vindicated, pra}^ ? 
 You had found his wife disfigured or a corpse, 
 For what and by whom ? It is too palpable ! 
 Then, here 's another point involving law : 
 I use this argument to show you meant 
 No calumny against us by that title 
 0' the sentence, — liars try to twist it so : 2010 
 
 What penalty it bore, I had to pay 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 249 
 
 Till further proof should follow of innocence — 
 
 Probationis oh defectum, — proof ? 
 
 How could you get proof without trying us ? 
 
 You went through the preliminary form, 
 
 Stopped there, contrived this sentence to amuse 
 
 The adversary. If the title ran 
 
 For more than fault imputed and not proved. 
 
 That was a simple penman's error, else 
 
 A slip i' the phrase, — as when we say of you 2020 
 
 * Charged with injustice ' — which may either be 
 
 Or not be, — 't is a name that sticks meanwhile. 
 
 Another relevant matter : fool that I am ! 
 
 Not what I wish true, yet a point friends urge : 
 
 It is not true, — yet, since friends think it helps, — 
 
 She only tried me when some others failed — 
 
 Began with Conti, whom I told you of, 
 
 And Guillichini, Guido's kinsfolk both. 
 
 And when abandoned by them, not before. 
 
 Turned to me. That 's conclusive why she turned. 
 
 Much good they got by the happy cowardice ! 2031 
 
 Conti is dead, poisoned a month ago : 
 
 Does that much strike you as a sin ? Not much. 
 
 After the present murder, — one mark more 
 
 On the Moor's skin, — what is black by blacker still ? 
 
 Conti had come here and told truth. And so 
 
 With Guillichini ; he 's condemned of course 
 
 To the galleys, as a friend in this affair. 
 
 Tried and condemned for no one thing i' the world, 
 
 A fortnight since by who but the Governor ? — • 
 
 The just judge, who refused Pompilia help 2041 
 
 At first blush, being her husband's friend, you know. 
 
 There are two tales to suit the separate courts, 
 
 Arezzo and Rome : he tells you here, we fled 
 
 Alone, unhelped, — lays stress on the main fault, 
 
 The spiritual sin, Rome looks to : but elsewhere 
 
 He likes best we should break in, steal, bear off, 
 
 Be fit to brand and pillory and flog — 
 
 That 's the charge goes to the heart of the Governor : 
 
 If these unpriest me, you and I may yet 2050 
 
 Converse, Vincenzo Marzi-Medici ! 
 
 Oh, Sirs, there are worse men than you I say ! 
 
 More easily duped, I mean ; this stupid lie, 
 
 Its liar never dared propound in Rome, 
 
 He gets Arezzo to receive, — nay more. 
 
250 THE RING AND THE BOOK vi 
 
 Gets Florence and the Duke to authorise ! 
 
 This is their Rota's sentence, their Granduke 
 
 Signs and seals ! Rome for me henceforward — Rome, 
 
 Where better men are, — most of all, that man 
 
 The Augustinian of the Hospital, 2060 
 
 Who writes the letter, — he confessed, he says. 
 
 Many a dying person, never one 
 
 So sweet and true and pure and beautiful. 
 
 A good man ! Will you make him Pope one day ? 
 
 Not that he is not good too, this we have — 
 
 But old, — else he would have his word to speak, 
 
 His truth to teach the world : I thirst for truth, 
 
 But shall not drink it till I reach the source. 
 
 Sirs, I am quiet again. You see, we are 
 
 So very pitiable, she and I, 2070 
 
 Who had conceivably been otherwise. 
 
 Forget distemperature and idle heat ! 
 
 Apart from truth's sake, what 's to move so much ? 
 
 PompiHa will be presently with God ; 
 
 I am, on earth, as good as out of it, 
 
 A relegated priest ; when exile ends, 
 
 I mean to do my duty and live long. 
 
 She and I are mere strangers now : but priests 
 
 Should study passion ; how else cure mankind. 
 
 Who come for help in passionate extremes ? 2080 
 
 I do but play with an imagined life 
 
 Of who, unfettered by a vow, unblessed 
 
 By the higher call, — since you will have it so, — 
 
 Leads it companioned by the woman there. 
 
 To live, and see her learn, and learn by her, 
 
 Out of the low obscure and petty world — 
 
 Or only see one purpose and one will 
 
 Evolve themselves i' the world, change wrong to right : 
 
 To have to do with nothing but the true, 
 
 The good, the eternal — and these, not alone 2090 
 
 In the main current of the general life. 
 
 But small experiences of every day. 
 
 Concerns of the particular hearth and home : 
 
 To learn not only by a comet's rush 
 
 But a rose's birth, — not by the grandeur, God — 
 
 But the comfort, Christ. All this, how far away ! 
 
 Mere delectation, meet for a minute's dream ! — 
 
 Just as a drudging student trims his lamp. 
 
VI GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI 251 
 
 Opens his Plutarch, puts him in the place 
 
 Of Roman, Grecian ; draws the patched gown close, 
 
 Dreams, ' Thus should I fight, save or rule the world ! ' — 
 
 Then smilingly, contentedly, awakes 2102 
 
 To the old solitary nothingness. 
 
 So I, from such communion, pass content . . . 
 
 great, just, good God ! Miserable me ! 
 
VII 
 POMPILIA 
 
 I AM Just seventeen years and five months old, 
 
 And, if I lived one day more, three full weeks ; 
 
 'T is writ so in the church's register, 
 
 Lorenzo in Lucina, all my names 
 
 At length, so many names for one poor child, 
 
 — ^Francesca Camilla Vittoria Angela 
 
 Pompilia Comparini, — laughable ! 
 
 Also 't is writ that I was married there 
 
 Four years ago : and they will add, I hope. 
 
 When they insert my death, a word or two, — 10 
 
 Omitting all about the mode of death, — 
 
 This, in its place, this w^hich one cares to know, 
 
 That I had been a mother of a son 
 
 Exactly two weeks. It will be through grace 
 
 O' the Curate, not through any claim I have ; 
 
 Because the boy was born at, so baptized 
 
 Close to, the Villa, in the proper church : 
 
 A pretty church, I say no word against. 
 
 Yet stranger-like, — while this Lorenzo seems 
 
 My own particular place, I always say. 20 
 
 I used to wonder, when I stood scarce high 
 
 As the bed here, what the marble lion meant, 
 
 With half his body rushing from the wall, 
 
 Eating the figure of a prostrate man — 
 
 (To the right, it is, of entry by the door) 
 
 An ominous sign to one baptized like me. 
 
 Married, and to be buried there, I hope. 
 
 And they should add, to have my life complete. 
 
 He is a boy and Gaetan by name — 
 
 Gaetano, for a reason, — if the friar 30 
 
 Don Celestine will ask this grace for me 
 
 Of Curate Ottoboni : he it was 
 
 Baptized me : he remembers my whole life 
 
 As I do his grey hair. 
 
 All these few things 
 I know are true, — will you remember them ? 
 
VII POMPILIA 253 
 
 Because time flies. The surgeon cared for me, 
 
 To count my wounds, — twenty-two dagger-wounds. 
 
 Five deadly, but I do not suffer much — 
 
 Or too much pain, — and am to die to-night. 40 
 
 Oh how good God is that my babe was born, 
 — ^Better than born, baptized and hid away 
 Before this happened, safe from being hurt ! 
 That had been sin God could not well forgive : 
 He was too young to smile and save himself. 
 When they took, two days after he was born. 
 My babe away from me to be baptized 
 And hidden awhile, for fear his foe should find, — 
 The country-woman, used to nursing babes, 49 
 
 Said ' Why take on so ? where is the great loss ? 
 
 * These next three weeks he will but sleep and feed, 
 ' Only begin to smile at the month's end ; 
 
 ' He would not know you, if you kept him here, 
 
 ' Sooner than that ; so, spend three merry weeks 
 
 ' Snug in the Villa, getting strong and stout, 
 
 ' And then I bring him back to be your own, 
 
 ' And both of you may steal to — we know where ! ' 
 
 The month — there wants of it two weeks this day ! 
 
 Still, I half fancied when I heard the knock 
 
 At the Villa in the dusk, it might prove .she — 60 
 
 Come to say ' Since he smiles before the time, 
 
 ' Why should I cheat you out of one good hour ? 
 
 * Back I have brought him ; speak to him and judge ! ' 
 Now I shall never see him ; what is worse. 
 
 When he grows up and gets to be my age. 
 
 He will seem hardly more than a great boy ; 
 
 And if he asks * What was my mother Hke ? ' 
 
 People may answer ' Like girls of seventeen ' — 
 
 And how can he but think of this and that, 
 
 Lucias, Marias, Sofias, who titter or blush 70 
 
 When he regards them as such boys may do ? 
 
 Therefore I wish some one will please to say 
 
 I looked already old though I was young ; 
 
 Do I not . . say, if you are by to speak . . 
 
 Look nearer twenty ? No more hke, at least. 
 
 Girls who look arch or redden when boys laugh, 
 
 Than the poor Virgin that I used to know 
 
 At our street-corner in a lonely niche, — 
 
 The babe, that sat upon her knees, broke off, — 
 
254 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 Thin white glazed clay, you pitied her the more : 
 She, not the gay ones, always got my rose. 81 
 
 How happy those are who know how to write ! 
 
 Such could write what their son should read in time, 
 
 Had they a whole day to live out like me. 
 
 Also my name is not a common name, 
 
 ' Pompilia,' and may help to keep apart 
 
 A little the thing I am from what girls are. 
 
 But then how far away, how hard to find 
 
 Will anything about me have become, 
 
 Even if the boy bethink himself and ask ! 90 
 
 No father that he ever knew at all. 
 
 Nor ever had — no, never had, I say ! 
 
 That is the truth, — nor any mother left. 
 
 Out of the little two weeks that she lived, 
 
 Fit for such memory as might assist : 
 
 As good too as no family, no name. 
 
 Not even poor old Pietro's name, nor hers, 
 
 Poor kind unwise Violante, since it seems 
 
 They must not be my parents any more. 
 
 That is why something put it in my head 100 
 
 To call the boy ' Gaetano ' — no old name 
 
 For sorrow's sake ; I looked up to the sky 
 
 And took a new saint to begin anew. 
 
 One who has only been made saint — how long ? 
 
 Twenty-five years : so, carefuUer, perhaps. 
 
 To guard a namesake than those old saints grow, 
 
 Tired out by this time, — see my own five saints ! 
 
 On second thoughts, I hope he will regard 
 The history of me as what someone dreamed, 
 And get to disbelieve it at the last : 110 
 
 Since to myself it dwindles fast to that. 
 Sheer dreaming and impossibility, — 
 Just in four days too ! All the seventeen years, 
 Not once did a suspicion visit me 
 How very different a lot is mine 
 From any other woman's in the world. 
 The reason must be, 't was by step and step 
 It got to grow so terrible and strange : 
 These strange woes stole on tiptoe, as it were. 
 Into my neighbourhood and privacy, 120 
 
 . Sat down where I sat, laid them where I lay ; 
 
VII POMPILIA 255 
 
 And I was found familiarised with fear, 
 
 When friends broke in, held up a torch and cried 
 
 ' Why, you PompiUa in the cavern thus, 
 
 * How comes that arm of yours about a wolf ? 
 
 ' And the soft length, — lies in and out your feet 
 
 ' And laps you round the knee, — a snake it is ! ' 
 
 And so on. 
 
 Well, and they are right enough. 
 By the torch they hold up now : for first, observe, 
 I never had a father, — no, nor yet 131 
 
 A mother : my own boy can say at least 
 ' I had a mother whom I kept two weeks ! ' 
 Not I, who little used to doubt . . / doubt 
 Good Pietro, kind Violante, gave me birth ? 
 They loved me always as I love my babe 
 ( — Nearly so, that is — quite so could not be — ) 
 Did for me all I meant to do for him. 
 Till one surprising day, three years ago. 
 They both declared, at Rome, before some judge 
 In some court where the people flocked to hear, 
 That really I had never been their child, 142 
 
 Was a mere castaway, the careless crime 
 6f an unknown man, the crime and care too much 
 Of a woman known too well, — little to these, 
 Therefore, of whom I was the flesh and blood : 
 What then to Pietro and Violante, both 
 No more my relatives than you or you ? 
 Nothing to them ! You know what they declared. 
 
 So with my husband, — just such a surprise, 150 
 
 Such a mistake, in that relationship ! 
 
 Everyone says that husbands love their wives, 
 
 Guard them and guide them, give them happiness ; 
 
 'Tis duty, law, pleasure, rehgion : well. 
 
 You see how much of this comes true in mine ! 
 
 People indeed would fain have somehow proved 
 
 He was no husband : but he did not hear, 
 
 Or would not wait, and so has killed us all. 
 
 Then there is . . only let me name one more ! 
 
 There is the friend, — men will not ask about, 160 
 
 But tell untruths of, and give nicknames to, 
 
 And think my lover, most surprise of all ! 
 
 Do only hear, it is the priest they mean. 
 
256 THE RING AND THE BOOK vu 
 
 Giuseppe Caponsacchi : a priest — love. 
 
 And love me ! Well, yet people think he did. 
 
 I am married, he has taken priestly vows, 
 
 They know that, and yet go on, say, the same, 
 
 ' Yes, how he loves you ! ' * That was love ' — they say, 
 
 When anything is answered that they ask : 
 
 Or else ' No wonder you love him ' — they say. 170 
 
 Then they shake heads, pity much, scarcely blame — 
 
 As if we neither of us lacked excuse, 
 
 And anyhow are punished to the full. 
 
 And downright love atones for everything ! 
 
 Nay, I heard read-out in the public court 
 
 Before the judge, in presence of my friends. 
 
 Letters 't was said the priest had sent to me, 
 
 And other letters sent him by myself. 
 
 We being lovers ! 
 
 Listen what this is like ! 180 
 When I was a mere child, my mother . . that 's 
 Violante, you must let me call her so 
 Nor waste time, trying to unlearn the word, . . , 
 She brought a neighbour's child of my own age 
 To play with me of rainy afternoons ; 
 And, since there hung a tapestry on the wall. 
 We two agreed to find each other out 
 Among the figures. ' Tisbe, that is you, 
 ' With half -moon on your hair-knot, spear in hand, 
 ' Flying, but no wings, only the great scarf 190 
 
 * Blown to a bluish rainbow at your back : 
 
 ' Call off your hound and leave the stag alone ! ' 
 ' — ^And there are you, Pompilia, such green leaves 
 ' Flourishing out of your five finger-ends, 
 
 * And all the rest of you so brown and rough : 
 ' Why is it you are turned a sort of tree 1 ' 
 You know the figures never were ourselves 
 Though we nicknamed them so. Thus, all my life, — ■ 
 As well what was, as what, like this, was not, — 
 Looks old, fantastic and impossible : 200 
 I touch a fairy thing that fades and fades. 
 
 — Even to my babe ! I thought, when he was born. 
 Something began for once that would not end, 
 Nor change into a laugh at me, but stay 
 For evermore, eternally quite mine. 
 Well, so he is, — but yet they bore him off. 
 
VII 
 
 POMPILIA 257 
 
 The third day, lest my husband should lay traps 
 And catch him, and by means of him catch me. 
 Since they have saved him so, it was well done : 
 Yet thence comes such confusion of what was 210 
 With what will be, — that late seems long ago, 
 And, what years should bring round, already come, 
 Till even he mthdraws into a dream 
 As the rest do : I fancy him grown great, 
 Strong, stern, a tall young man who tutors me, 
 Frowns with the others ' Poor imprudent child ! 
 ' Why did you venture out of the safe street ? 
 ' Why go so far from help to that lone house 1 
 ' Why open at the whisper and the knock ? ' 
 
 Six days ago when it was New Year's-day, 220 
 
 We bent above the fire and talked of him. 
 
 What he should do when he was grown and great. 
 
 Violante, Pietro, each had given the arm 
 
 I leant on, to walk by, from couch to chair 
 
 And fireside, — laughed, as I lay safe at last, 
 
 * Pompilia's march from bed to board is made, 
 
 ' Pompilia back again and with a babe, 
 
 ' Shall one day lend his arm and help her walk ! ' 
 
 Then we all wished each other more New Years. 
 
 Pietro began to scheme — ' Our cause is gained ; 230 
 
 ' The law is stronger than a wicked man : 
 
 ' Let him henceforth go his way, leave us ours ! 
 
 ' We will avoid the city, tempt no more 
 
 ' The greedy ones by feasting and parade, — 
 
 ' Live at the other villa, we know where, 
 
 ' Still farther off, and we can watch the babe 
 
 ' Grow fast in the good air ; and wood is cheap 
 
 ' And wine sincere outside the city gate. 
 
 ' I still have two or three old friends will grope 
 
 ' Their way along the mere half-mile of road, 240 
 
 ' With staff and lantern on a moonless night 
 
 ' When one needs talk : they'll find me, never fear, 
 
 ' And I'll find them a flask of the old sort yet ! ' 
 
 Violante said ' You chatter hke a crow : 
 
 ' PompiUa tires o' the tattle, and shall to bed : 
 
 * Do not too much the first day, — somewhat more 
 
 ' To-morrow, and, the next, begin the cape 
 
 ' And hood and coat ! I have spun wool enough.* 
 
 Oh what a happy friendly eve was that ! 
 
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258 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 And, next day, about noon, out Pietro went — 250 
 He was so happy and would talk so much, 
 Until Violante pushed and laughed him forth 
 Sight-seeing in the cold, — ' So much to see 
 ' I' the churches ! Swathe your throat three times ! ' 
 she cried, 
 
 * And, above all, beware the slippery ways, 
 
 ' And bring us all the news by supper-time ! ' 
 
 He came back late, laid by cloak, staff and hat, 
 
 Powdered so thick with snow it made us laugh, 
 
 Rolled a great log upon the ash o' the hearth. 
 
 And bade Violante treat us to a flask, 260 
 
 Because he had obeyed her faithfully. 
 
 Gone sight-see through the seven, and found no church 
 
 To his mind like San Giovanni — ' There 's the fold, 
 
 ' And all the sheep together, big as cats ! 
 
 ' And such a shepherd, half the size of life, 
 
 ' Starts up and hears the angel ' — when, at the door, 
 
 A tap : we started up : you know the rest. 
 
 Pietro at least had done no harm, I know ; 
 
 Nor even Violante, so much harm as makes 
 
 Such revenge lawful. Certainly she erred — 270 
 
 Did wrong, how shall I dare say otherwise ? — 
 
 In telling that first falsehood, buying me 
 
 From my poor faulty mother at a price, 
 
 To pass off upon Pietro as his child : 
 
 If one should take my babe, give him a name, 
 
 Say he was not Gaetano and my oavii. 
 
 But that some other woman made his mouth 
 
 And hands and feet, — how very false were that ! 
 
 No good could come of that ; and all harm did. 
 
 Yet if a stranger were to represent 280 
 
 ' Needs must you either give your babe to me 
 
 ' And let me call him mine for ever more, 
 
 * Or let your husband get him ' — ah, my God, 
 That were a trial I refuse to face ! 
 
 Well, just so here : it proved wrong but seemed right 
 
 To poor Violante — for there lay, she said, 
 
 My poor real dying mother in her rags, 
 
 Who put me from her with the life and all. 
 
 Poverty, pain, shame and disease at once. 
 
 To die the easier by what price I fetched — ■ 290 
 
 Also (I hope) because I should be spared 
 
VII POMPILIA 259 
 
 Sorrow and sin, — why may not that have helped ? 
 
 My father, — he was no one, any one, — 
 
 The worse, the Ukeher, — call him, — he who came. 
 
 Was wicked for his pleasure, went his way. 
 
 And left no trace to track by ; there remained 
 
 Nothing but me, the unnecessary life. 
 
 To catch up or let fall,-^and yet a thing 
 
 She could make happy, be made happy with, 299 
 
 This poor Violante, — who would frown thereat ? 
 
 Well, God, you see ! God plants us where we grow. 
 
 It is not that, because a bud is born 
 
 At a Avild briar's end, full i' the wild beast's way, 
 
 We ought to pluck and put it out of reach 
 
 On the oak-tree top, — say, ' There the bud belongs ! ' 
 
 She thought, moreover, real lies were — lies told 
 
 For harm's sake ; whereas this had good at heart, 
 
 Good for my mother, good for me, and good 
 
 For Pietro who was meant to love a babe, 
 
 And needed one to make his life of use, 310 
 
 Receive his house and land when he should die. 
 
 Wrong, wrong and always wrong ! how plainly wrong ! 
 
 For see, this fault kept pricking, as faults do, 
 
 All the same at her heart, — this falsehood hatched, 
 
 She could not let it go nor keep it fast. 
 
 She told me so, — the first time I was found 
 
 Locked in her arms once more after the pain, 
 
 When the nuns let me leave them and go home, 
 
 And both of us cried all the cares away, — 
 
 This it was set her on to make amends, 320 
 
 This brought about the marriage — simply this ! 
 
 Do let me speak for her you blame so much ! 
 
 When Paul, my husband's brother, found me out, 
 
 Heard there was wealth for who should marry me, 
 
 So, came and made a speech to ask my hand 
 
 For Guido, — she, instead of piercing straight 
 
 Through the pretence to the ignoble truth, 
 
 Fancied she saw God's very finger point. 
 
 Designate just the time for planting me, 
 
 (The wild briar-slip she plucked to love and wear) 
 
 In soil where I could strike real root, and grow, 331 
 
 And get to be the thing I called myself : 
 
 For, -wife and husband are one fiesh, God says. 
 
 And I, whose parents seemed such and were none, 
 
260 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 Should in a husband have a husband now, 
 
 Find nothing, this time, but was what it seemed, 
 
 — ^All truth and no confusion any more. 
 
 1 know she meant all good to me, all pain 
 
 To herself, — since how could it be aught but pain, 
 
 To give me up, so, from her very breast, 340 
 
 The wilding fiower-tree-branch that, all those years, 
 
 She had got used to feel for and find fixed ? 
 
 She meant well : has it been so ill i' the main ? 
 
 That is but fair to ask : one cannot judge 
 
 Of what has been the ill or well of life, 
 
 The day that one is dying, — sorrows change 
 
 Into not altogether sorrow-like ; 
 
 I do see strangeness but scarce misery, 
 
 Now it is over, and no danger more. 
 
 My child is safe ; there seems not so much pain. 
 
 It comes, most like, that I am just absolved, 351 
 
 Purged of the past, the foul in me, washed fair, — 
 
 One cannot both have and not have, you know, — 
 
 Being right now, I am happy and colour things. 
 
 Yes, every body that leaves life sees all 
 
 Softened and bettered : so with other sights : 
 
 To me at least was never evening yet 
 
 But seemed far beautifuller than its day, 
 
 For past is past. 
 
 There was a fancy came, 360 
 
 When somewhere, in the journey with my friend. 
 We stepped into a hovel to get food ; 
 And there began a yelp here, a bark there, — 
 Misunderstanding creatures that were wroth 
 And vexed themselves and us till we retired. 
 The hovel is life : no matter what dogs bit 
 Or cats scratched in the hovel I break from. 
 All outside is lone field, moon and such peace — 
 Flowing in, filling up as with a sea 
 Whereon comes Someone, walks fast on the white, 
 Jesus Christ's self, Don Celestine declares, 371 
 
 To meet me and calm all things back again. 
 
 Beside, up to my marriage, thirteen years 
 Were, each day, happy as the day was long : 
 This may have made the change too terrible. 
 I know that when Violante told me first 
 
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 POMPILIA 261 
 
 The cavalier, — she meant to bring next morn, 
 
 Whom I must also let take, kiss my hand, — 
 
 Would be at San Lorenzo the same eve 
 
 And marry me, — which over, we should go 380 
 
 Home both of us without him as before, 
 
 And, till she bade speak, I must hold my tongue. 
 
 Such being the correct way with girl-brides. 
 
 From whom one word would make a father blush, — 
 
 I know, I say, that when she told me this, 
 
 — ^Well, I no more saw sense in what she said 
 
 Than a lamb does in people clipping wool ; 
 
 Only lay down and let myself be chpped. 
 
 And when next day the cavaUer who came 
 
 (Tisbe had told me that the sUm young man 390 
 
 With wings at head, and wings at feet, and sword 
 
 Threatening a monster, in our tapestry, 
 
 Would eat a girl else, — was a cavalier) 
 
 When he proved Guido Franceschini, — old 
 
 And nothing Uke so tall as I myself. 
 
 Hook-nosed and yellow in a bush of beard. 
 
 Much like a thing I saw on a boy's wrist. 
 
 He called an owl and used for catching birds, — 
 
 And when he took my hand and made a smile — 
 
 Why, the uncomfortableness of it all 400 
 
 Seemed hardly more important in the case 
 
 Than, — when one gives you, say, a coin to spend, — 
 
 Its newness or its oldness ; if the piece 
 
 Weigh properly and buy you what you wish, 
 
 No matter whether you get grime or glare ! 
 
 Men take the coin, return you grapes and figs. 
 
 Here, marriage was the coin, a dirty piece 
 
 Would purchase me the praise of those I loved : 
 
 About what else should I concern myself ? 
 
 So, hardly knowing what a husband meant, 410 
 
 I supposed this or any man would serve, 
 No whit the worse for being so uncouth : 
 For I was ill once and a doctor came 
 With a great ugly hat, no plume thereto. 
 Black jerkin and black buckles and black sword, 
 And white sharp beard over the ruff in front. 
 And oh so lean, so sour-faced and austere ! — 
 Who felt my pulse, made me put out my tongue, 
 Then oped a phial, dripped a drop or two 
 
262 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 Of a black bitter something, — I was cured ! 420 
 
 What mattered the fierce beard or the grim face ? 
 It was the physic beautified the man, 
 Master Malpichi, — never met his match 
 In Rome, they said, — so ugly all the same ! 
 
 However, I was hurried through a storm, 
 
 Next dark eve of December's deadest day — 
 
 How it rained ! — through our street and the Lion's- 
 
 mouth 
 And the bit of Corso, — cloaked round, covered close, 
 I was like something strange or contraband, — 
 Into blank San Lorenzo, up the aisle, 430 
 
 My mother keeping hold of me so tight, 
 I fancied we were come to see a corpse 
 Before the altar which she pulled me toward. 
 There we found waiting an unpleasant priest 
 Who proved the brother, not our parish friend, 
 But one with mischief-making mouth and eye, 
 Paul, whom I know since to my cost. And then 
 I heard the heavy church-door lock out help 
 Behind us : for the customary warmth. 
 Two tapers shivered on the altar. ' Quick — 440 
 
 ' Lose no time ! ' — cried the priest. And straightway 
 
 down 
 From . . . what 's behind the altar where he hid — 
 Hawk-nose and yellowness and bush and all. 
 Stepped Guido, caught my hand, and there was I 
 O' the chancel, and the priest had opened book, 
 Read here and there, made me say that and this. 
 And after, told me I was now a wife, 
 Honoured indeed, since Christ thus weds the Church, 
 And therefore turned he water into wine. 
 To show I should obey my spouse like Christ. 450 
 Then the two slipped aside and talked apart. 
 And I, silent and scared, got down again 
 And joined my mother who was weeping now. 
 Nobody seemed to mind us any more, 
 And both of us on tiptoe found our way 
 To the door which was unlocked by this, and wide. 
 When we were in the street, the rain had stopped, 
 All things looked better. At our own house-door, 
 Violante whispered ' No one syllable 459 
 
 ' To Pietro ! Girl-brides never breathe a word ! ' 
 
VII POMPILIA 263 
 
 ' — ^Well treated to a wetting, draggle-tails ! ' 
 
 Laughed Pietro as he opened — ' Very near 
 
 ' You made me brave the gutter's roaring sea 
 
 ' To carry off from roost old dove and young, 
 
 ' Trussed up in church, the cote, by me, the kite ! 
 
 ' What do these priests mean, praying folk to death 
 
 ' On stormy afternoons, with Christmas close 
 
 ' To wash our sins off nor require the rain ? ' 
 
 Violante gave my hand a timely squeeze. 
 
 Madonna saved me from immodest speech, 470 
 
 I kissed him and was quiet, being a bride. 
 
 When I saw nothing more, the next three weeks, 
 
 Of Guido — ' Nor the Church sees Christ ' thought I : 
 
 ' Nothing is changed however, wine is wine 
 
 ' x^nd water only water in our house. 
 
 ' Nor did I see that ugly doctor since 
 
 ' The cure of the illness : just as I was cured, 
 
 ' I am married, — neither scarecrow will return.' 
 
 Three weeks, I chuckled — ' How would Giulia stare, 
 
 ' And Tecla smile and Tisbe laugh outright, 480 
 
 ' Were it not impudent for brides to talk ! ' — 
 
 Until one morning, as I sat and sang 
 
 At the broidery -frame alone i' the chamber, — loud 
 
 Voices, two, three together, sobbings too. 
 
 And my name, * Guido,' ' Paolo,' flung like stones 
 
 From each to the other ! In I ran to see. 
 
 There stood the very Guido and the priest 
 
 With sly face, — formal but nowise afraid, — 
 
 While Pietro seemed all red and angry, scarce 
 
 Able to stutter out his wrath in words ; 490 
 
 And this it was that made my mother sob, 
 
 As he reproached her — ' You have murdered us, 
 
 ' Me and yourself and this our child beside ! ' 
 
 Then Guido interposed ' Murdered or not, 
 
 ' Be it enough your child is now my wife ! 
 
 ' I claim and come to take her.' Paul put in, 
 
 ' Consider — kinsman, dare I term you so ? — 
 
 ' What is the good of your sagacity 
 
 ' Except to counsel in a strait like this ? 
 
 ' I guarantee the parties man and wife 500 
 
 ' Whether you like or loathe it, bless or ban. 
 
 ' May spilt milk be put back within the bowl — 
 
264 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 ' The done thing, undone ? You, it is, we look 
 
 * For counsel to, you fitliest will advise ! 
 
 * Since milk, though spilt and spoilt, does marble good, 
 ' Better we down on knees and scrub the floor, 
 
 ' Than sigh, " the waste would make a syllabub ! " 
 
 ' Help us so turn disaster to account, 
 
 ' So predispose the groom, he needs shall grace 
 
 ' The bride with favour from the very first, 510 
 
 ' Not begin marriage an embittered man ! ' 
 
 He smiled, — the game so wholly in his hands ! 
 
 While fast and faster sobbed Violante — ' Ay, 
 
 ' All of us murdered, past averting now ! 
 
 ' my sin, my secret ! ' and such like. 
 
 Then I began to half surmise the truth ; 
 
 Something had happened, low, mean, underhand. 
 
 False, and my mother was to blame, and I 
 
 To pity, whom all spoke of, none addressed : 
 
 I was the chattel that had caused a crime. 520 
 
 I stood mute, — ^those who tangled must untie 
 
 The embroilment. Pietro cried ' Withdraw, my child ! 
 
 ' She is not helpful to the sacrifice 
 
 ' At this stage, — do you want the victim by 
 
 ' While you discuss the value of her blood ? 
 
 ' For her sake, I consent to hear you talk : 
 
 ' Go, child, and pray God help the innocent ! ' 
 
 I did go and was praying God, when came 
 
 Violante, with eyes swollen and red enough, 
 
 But movement on her mouth for make-believe 530 
 
 Matters were somehow getting right again. 
 
 She bade me sit down by her side and hear. 
 
 ' You are too young and cannot understand, 
 
 ' Nor did your father understand at first. 
 
 ' I wished to benefit all three of us, 
 
 * And when he failed to take my meaning, — why, 
 
 * I tried to have my way at unaware — 
 
 * Obtained him the advantage he refused. 
 
 * As if I put before him wholesome food 
 
 * Instead of broken victual, — he finds change 540 
 ' I' the viands, never cares to reason why, 
 
 ' But falls to blaming me, would fling the plate 
 
 * From window, scandalize the neighbourhood, 
 
 ' Even while he smacks his Hps, — men's way, my child! 
 
VII POMPILIA 265 
 
 ' But either you have prayed him unperverse 
 
 ' Or I have talked him back into his wits : 
 
 ' And Paolo Avas a help in time of need, — 
 
 ' Guido, not much — my child, the way of men ! 
 
 ' A priest is more a woman than a man, 549 
 
 ' And Paul did wonders to persuade. In short, 
 
 ' Yes, he was wrong, your father sees and says ; 
 
 * My scheme was worth attempting : and bears fruit, 
 ' Gives you a husband and a noble name, 
 
 ' A palace and no end of pleasant things. 
 
 ' What do you care about a handsome youth ? 
 
 ' They are so volatile, and tease their wives ! 
 
 ' This is the kind of man to keep the house. 
 
 ' We lose no daughter, — gain a son, that 's all : 
 
 ' For 'tis arranged we never separate, 
 
 ' Nor miss, in our grey time of life, the tints 560 
 
 ' Of you that colour eve to match with morn. 
 
 ' In good or ill, we share and share alike, 
 
 ' And cast our lots into a common lap, 
 
 ' And all three die together as we lived ! 
 
 ' Only, at Arezzo, — that 's a Tuscan town, 
 
 ' Not so large as this noisy Rome, no doubt, 
 
 ' But older far and finer much, say folks, — 
 
 ' In a great palace where you will be queen, 
 
 ' Know the Archbishop and the Governor, 
 
 ' And we see homage done you ere we die. 570 
 
 ' Therefore, be good and pardon ! ' — ' Pardon what ? 
 
 ' You know things, I am very ignorant : 
 
 ' All is right if you only will not cry ! ' 
 
 And so an end ! Because a blank begins 
 
 From when, at the word, she kissed me hard and hot. 
 
 And took me back to where my father leaned 
 
 Opposite Guido — who stood eyeing him, 
 
 As eyes the butcher the cast panting ox 
 
 That feels his fate is come, nor struggles more, — 
 
 While Paul looked archly on, pricked brow at whiles 
 
 With the pen-point as to punish triumph there, — 
 
 And said ' Count Guido, take your lawful wife 582 
 
 * Until death part you ! ' 
 
 All since is one blank. 
 Over and ended ; a terrific dream. 
 It is the good of dreams — so soon they go ! 
 
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266 THE RING AND THE BOOK vn 
 
 Wake in a horror of heart-beats, you may — 
 Cry, ' The dread thing will never from my thoughts ! ' 
 Still, a few daylight doses of plain life. 
 Cock-crow and sparrow-chirp, or bleat and bell 590 
 Of goats that trot by, tinkUng, to be milked ; 
 And when you rub your eyes awake and wide, 
 Where is the harm o' the horror ? Gone ! So here. 
 I know I wake, — but from what ? Blank, I say ! 
 This is the note of evil : for good lasts. 
 Even when Don Celestine bade ' Search and find ! 
 ' For your soul's sake, remember what is past, 
 ' The better to forgive it,' — all in vain ! 
 What was fast getting indistinct before. 
 Vanished outright. By special grace perhaps, 6C0 
 Between that first calm and this last, four years 
 Vanish, — one quarter of my life, you know. 
 I am held up, amid the nothingness. 
 By one or two truths only — thence I hang. 
 And there I live, — the rest is death or dream, 
 All but those points of my support. I think 
 Of what I saw at Rome once in the Square 
 0' the Spaniards, opposite the Spanish House : 
 There was a foreigner had trained a goat, 
 A shuddering white woman of a beast, 610 
 
 To climb up, stand straight on a pile of sticks 
 Put close, which gave the creature room enough : 
 When she was settled there he, one by one. 
 Took away all the sticks, left just the four 
 Whereon the little hoofs did really rest. 
 There she kept firm, all underneath was air. 
 So, what I hold by, are my prayer to God, 
 My hope, that came in answer to the prayer, 
 Some hand would interpose and save me — hand 
 Which proved to be my friend's hand : and, — best 
 bhss,— 620 
 
 That fancy which began so faint at first, 
 That thrill of dawn's suffusion through my dark. 
 Which I perceive was promise of my child, 
 The light his unborn face sent long before, — 
 God's way of breaking the good news to flesh. 
 That is all left now of those four bad years. 
 Don Celestine urged ' But remember more ! 
 ' Other men's faults may help me find your own. 
 ' I need the cruelty exposed, explained, 
 
VII 
 
 POMPILIA 267 
 
 ' Or how can I advise j^ou to forgive ? ' 630 
 
 He thought I could not properly forgive 
 
 Unless I ceased forgetting, — which is true : 
 
 For, bringing back reluctantly to mind 
 
 My husband's treatment of me, — by a Hght 
 
 That 's later than my life-time, I review 
 
 And comprehend much and imagine more. 
 
 And have but httle to forgive at last. 
 
 For now, — be fair and say, — is it not true 
 
 He was ill-used and cheated of his hope 
 
 To get enriched by marriage ? Marriage gave 640 
 
 Me and no money, broke the compact so : 
 
 He had a right to ask me on those terms, 
 
 As Pietro and Violante to declare 
 
 They would not give me : so the bargain stood : 
 
 They broke it, and he felt himself aggrieved, 
 
 Became unkind with me to punish them. 
 
 They said 't was he began deception first, 
 
 Nor, in one point whereto he pledged himself, 
 
 Kept promise : what of that, suppose it were ? 
 
 Echoes die off, scarcely reverberate 650 
 
 For ever, — ^why should ill keep echoing ill. 
 
 And never let our ears have done with noise ? 
 
 Then my poor parents took the violent way 
 
 To thwart him, — he must needs retaliate, — wrong, 
 
 Wrong, and all wrong, — better say, all bUnd ! 
 
 As I myself was, that is sure, who else 
 
 Had understood the mystery : for his wife 
 
 Was bound in some sort to help somehow there. 
 
 It seems as if I might have interposed, 
 
 Blunted the edge of their resentment so, 660 
 
 Since he vexed me because they first vexed him ; 
 
 ' I will entreat them to desist, submit, 
 
 ' Give him the money and be poor in peace, — 
 
 ' Certainly not go tell the world : perhaps 
 
 ' He will grow quiet with his gains.' 
 
 Yes, say 
 Something to this effect and you do well ! 
 But then you have to see first : I was blind. 
 That is the fruit of all such wormy ways, 
 The indirect, the unapproved of God : 670 
 
 You cannot find their author's end and aim, 
 Not even to substitute your good for bad, 
 Your open for the irregular ; you stand 
 
268 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 Stupefied, profitless, as cow or sheep 
 
 That miss a man's mind ; anger him just twice 
 
 By trial at repairing the first fault. 
 
 Thus, when he blamed me, ' You are a coquette, 
 
 ' A lure-owl posturing to attract birds, 
 
 ' You look love -lures at theatre and church, 679 
 
 ' In walk, at window ! ' — that, I knew, was false : 
 
 But why he charged me falsely, whither sought 
 
 To drive me by such charge, — how could I know ? 
 
 So, unaware, I only made things worse. 
 
 I tried to soothe him by abjuring walk. 
 
 Window, church, theatre, for good and all. 
 
 As if he had been in earnest : that, you know^ 
 
 Was nothing like the object of his charge. 
 
 Yes, when I got my maid to supplicate 
 
 The priest, whose name she read when she would read 
 
 Those feigned false letters I was forced to hear 090 
 
 Though I could read no word of, — he should cease 
 
 Writing, — nay, if he minded prayer of mine. 
 
 Cease from so much as even pass the street 
 
 Whereon our house looked, — in my ignorance 
 
 I was just thwarting Guido's true intent ; 
 
 Which was, to bring about a wicked change 
 
 Of sport to earnest, tempt a thoughtless man 
 
 To write indeed, and pass the house, and more. 
 
 Till both of us were taken in a crime. 
 
 He ought not to have mshed me thus act hes, 700 
 
 Simulate folly, — but, — wrong or right, the wish, — 
 
 I failed to apprehend its drift. How plain 
 
 It follows, — if I fell into such fault. 
 
 He also may have overreached the mark. 
 
 Made mistake, by perversity of brain. 
 
 In the whole sad strange plot, this same intrigue 
 
 To make me and my friend unself ourselves, 
 
 Be other man and woman than we were ! 
 
 Think it out, you who have the time ! for me, — 
 
 I cannot say less ; more I will not say. 710 
 
 Leave it to God to cover and undo ! 
 
 Only, my dulness should not prove too much ! 
 
 — ^Not prove that in a certain other point 
 
 Wherein my husband blamed me, — and you blame. 
 
 If I interpret smiles and shakes of head, — 
 
 I was dull too. Oh, if I dared but speak ! 
 
 Must I speak ? I am blamed that I forwent 
 
VII POMPILIA 269 
 
 A way to make my husband's favour come. 
 That is true : I was firm, withstood, refused . . . 
 — ^Women as you are, how can I find the words ? 
 
 I felt there was just one thing Guido claimed 721 
 
 I had no right to give nor he to take ; 
 
 We being in estrangement, soul from soul : 
 
 Till, when I sought help, the Archbishop smiled. 
 
 Inquiring into privacies of life, 
 
 — Said I was blameable — (he stands for God) 
 
 Nowise entitled to exemption there. 
 
 Then I obeyed, — as surely had obeyed 
 
 Were the injunction ' Since your husband bids, 
 
 ' Swallow the burning coal he proffers you ! ' 730 
 
 But I did wTong, and he gave wrong advice 
 
 Though he were thrice Archbishop, — that, I know ! — 
 
 Now I have got to die and see things clear 
 
 Remember I was barel}^ twelve years old — 
 
 A child at marriage : I was let alone 
 
 For weeks, I told you, lived my child-life still 
 
 Even at Arezzo, when I woke and found 
 
 First . . . but I need not think of that again — 
 
 Over and ended ! Try and take the sense 
 
 Of what I signify, if it must be so. 740 
 
 After the first, my husband, for hate's sake. 
 
 Said one eve, when the simpler cruelty 
 
 Seemed somewhat dull at edge and fit to bear, 
 
 ' We have been man and wife six months almost : 
 
 ' How long is this your comedy to last ? 
 
 ' Go this night to my chamber, not your own ! ' 
 
 At which word, I did rush — most true the charge — 
 
 And gain the Archbishop's house — he stands for 
 
 God— 
 And fall upon my knees and clasp his feet, 
 Praying him hinder what my estranged soul 750 
 
 Refused to bear, though patient of the rest : 
 ' Place me within a convent,' I implored — 
 ' Let me henceforward lead the virgin life 
 ' You praise in Her you bid me imitate ! ' 
 What did he answer ? ' Folly of ignorance ! 
 ' Know, daughter, circumstances make or mar 
 ' Virginity, — 't is virtue or 't is vice. 
 ' That which was glory in the Mother of God 
 ' Had been, for instance, damnable in Eve 
 
270 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 Created to be mother of mankind. 760 
 
 Had Eve, in answer to her Maker's speech 
 " Be fruitful, multiiDly, replenish earth " — 
 Pouted " But I choose rather to remain 
 " Single " — ^why, she had spared herself forthwith 
 Further probation by the apple and snake, 
 Been pushed straight out of Paradise ! For see — 
 If motherhood be qualified impure, 
 I catch you making God command Eve sin ! 
 — ^A blasphemy so like these Molinists', 
 I must suspect you dip into their books.' 770 
 
 Then he pursued ' 'T was in your covenant ! ' 
 
 No ! There my husband never used deceit. 
 
 He never did by speech nor act imply 
 
 ' Because of our souls' yearning that we meet 
 
 ' And mix in soul through flesh, which yours and mine 
 
 ' Wear and impress, and make their visible selves, 
 
 ' — ^All which means, for the love of you and me, 
 
 ' Let us become one flesh, being one soul ! ' 
 
 He only stipulated for the^wealth ; 
 
 Honest so far. But when liespoke as plain — 780 
 
 Dreadfully honest also — ' Since our souls 
 
 ' Stand each from each, a whole world's width between, 
 
 ' Give me the fleshy vesture I can reach 
 
 v^ j,., ' And rend and leave just fit for hell to burn ! ' — 
 .1 Why, in God's name, for Guido's soul's own sake 
 ^X\ Imperilled by polluting mine, — I say, 
 
 C^-i^ I did resist ; would I had overcome ! 
 
 M}^ heart died out at the Archbishop's smile ; 
 
 — It seemed so stale and worn a way o' the world, 
 
 As though 't were nature frowning — ' Here is Spring, 
 
 ' The sun shines as he shone at Adam's fall, 791 
 
 ' The earth requires that warmth reach everywhere : 
 
 ' What, must your patch of snow be saved forsooth 
 
 ' Because you rather fancy snow than flowers ? ' 
 
 Something in this style he began with me. 
 
 Last he said, savagely for a good man, 
 
 ' This explains why you call your husband harsh, 
 
 ' Harsh to you, harsh to whom you love. God's 
 
 Bread ! 
 * The poor Count has to manage a mere child 
 '' Whose parents leave untaught the simplest things 
 
VII 
 
 POMPILIA 271 
 
 ' Their duty was and privilege to teach, — 801 
 
 ' Goodwives' instruction, gossips' lore : they laugh 
 
 ' And leave the Count the task, — or leave it me ! ' 
 
 Then I resolved to tell a frightful thing. 
 
 ' I am not ignorant, — know what I saj^ 
 
 ' Declaring this is sought for hate, not love. 
 
 ' Sir, you may hear things hke almighty God. 
 
 ' I tell you that my housemate, yes — the priest 
 
 ' My husband's brother. Canon Girolamo — 
 
 ' Has taught me what depraved and misnamed love 
 
 ' Means, and what outward signs denote the sin, 
 
 ' For he solicits me and says he loves, 812 
 
 ' The idle young priest with nought else to do. 
 
 ' My husband sees this, knows this, and lets be. 
 
 ' Is it your counsel I bear this beside ? ' 
 
 ' — More scandal, and against a priest this time ! 
 
 ' What, 't is the Canon now ? ' — less snappishly — 
 
 ' Rise up, my child, for such a child you are, 
 
 ' The rod were too advanced a punishment ! 
 
 ' Let 's try the honeyed cake. A parable ! ^ 820 
 
 ' " Without a parable spake He not to them." 
 
 ' There was a ripe round long black toothsome fruit, 
 
 ' Even a flower-fig, the prime boast of May : 
 
 ' And, to the tree, said . . . either the spirit o' the fig, 
 
 ' Or, if we bring in men, the gardener, 
 
 ' Archbishop of the orchard — had I time 
 
 ' To try o' the two which fits in best : indeed 
 
 ' It might be the Creator's self, but then 
 
 ' The tree should bear an apple, I suppose, — 
 
 ' Well, anyhow, one with authority said 830 
 
 ' " Ripe fig, burst skin, regale the fig-pecker — 
 
 ' " The bird whereof thou art a perquisite ! " 
 
 ' " Nay," with a flounce, replied the restif fig, 
 
 ' " I much prefer to keep my pulp myself : 
 
 ' " He may go breakfastless and dinnerless, 
 
 ' " Supperless of one crimson seed, for me ! " 
 
 ' So, back she flopped into her bunch of leaves. 
 
 ' He flew off, left her, — did the natural lord, — 
 
 ' And lo, three hundred thousand bees and wasps 
 
 ' Found her out, feasted on her to the shuck : 840 
 
 ' Such gain the fig's that gave its bird no bite ! 
 
 ' The moral, — fools elude their proper lot, 
 
 ' Tempt other fools, get ruined all aUke. 
 
 ' Therefore 20 home, embrace your husband quick I 
 
272 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 * Which if his Canon brother chance to see, 
 ' He will the sooner back to book again.' 
 
 So, home I did go : so, the worst befell : 
 
 So, I had proof the Archbishop was just man. 
 
 And hardly that, and^certPvihry no' more. 
 
 For, miserable consequence to me, 850 
 
 My husband's hatred waxed nor waned at all, 
 
 His brother's boldness grew effrontery soon. 
 
 And my last stay and comfort in myself 
 
 Was forced from me : henceforth I looked to God 
 
 Only, nor cared my desecrated soul 
 
 Should have fair walls, gay windows for the world. 
 
 God's glimmer, that came through the ruin-top, 
 
 Was witness why all lights were quenched inside : 
 
 Henceforth I asked God counsel, not mankind. 
 
 So, when I made the effort, saved myself, 860 
 
 They said — ' No care to save appearance here ! 
 ' How cynic, — when, how wanton, were enough ! ' 
 — Adding, it all came of my mother's life — 
 My own real mother, whom I never knew, 
 Who did wrong (if she needs must have done wrong) 
 Through being all her life, not my four years. 
 At mercy of the hateful, — every beast 
 0' the field was wont to break that fountain-fence, 
 Trample the silver into mud so murk 
 Heaven could not find itself reflected there, — 870 
 Now they cry ' Out on her, who, plashy pool, 
 ' Bequeathed turbidity and bitterness 
 ' To the daughter-stream where Guido dipt and 
 drank ! ' 
 
 Well, since she had to bear this brand — let me ! 
 
 The rather do I understand her now, — 
 
 From my experience of what hate calls love, — 
 
 Much love might be in what their love called hate. 
 
 If she sold . . . what they call, sold . . . me her child — 
 
 I shall believe she hoped in her poor heart 
 
 That I at least might try be good and pure, 880 
 
 Begin to five untempted, not go doomed 
 
 And done with ere once found in fault, as she. 
 
 Oh and, my mother, it all came to this ? 
 
 Why should I trust those that speak ill of j^ou, 
 
vir POMPILIA 273 
 
 When I mistrust who speaks even well of them ? 
 Why, since all bound to do me good, did harm, 
 May not you, seeming as you harmed me most. 
 Have meant to do most good — and feed your child 
 From bramble-bush, whom not one orchard-tree 
 But drew -back bough from, nor let one fruit fall ? 
 This it was for you sacrificed your babe ? 891 
 
 Gained just this, giving your heart's hope away 
 As I might give mine, loving it as you, 
 If \ . but that never could be asked of me ! 
 
 There, enough ! I have my support again, 
 
 Again the knowledge that my babe was, is, 
 
 Will be mine only. Him, by death, I give 
 
 Outright to God, without a further care, — 
 
 But not to any parent in the world, — 
 
 So to be safe : why is it we repine ? 900 
 
 What guardianship were safer could we choose ? 
 
 All human plans and projects come to nought. 
 
 My life, and what I know of other lives. 
 
 Prove that : no plan nor project ! God shall care ! 
 
 And now you are not tired ? How patient then 
 
 All of you, — Oh yes, patient this long while 
 
 Listening, and understanding, I am sure ! 
 
 Four days ago, when I was sound and well 
 
 And hke to live, no one would understand. 
 
 People were kind, but smiled ' And what of him, 910 
 
 ' Your friend, whose tonsure, the rich dark-brown 
 
 hides ? 
 ' There, there ! — ^your lover, do we dream he was ? 
 ' A priest too — never were such naughtiness ! 
 ' Still, he thinks many a long think, never fear, 
 ' After the shy pale lady, — lay so light 
 ' For a moment in his arms, the lucky one ! ' 
 And so on : wherefore should I blame you much ? 
 So we are made, such difference in minds. 
 Such difference too in eyes that see the minds ! 
 That man, you misinterpret and misprise — 920 
 
 The glory of his nature, I had thought. 
 Shot itself out in white light, blazed the truth 
 Through every atom of his act with me : 
 Yet where I point you, through the chrystal shrine. 
 Purity in quintessence, one dew-drop, 
 
274 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 You all descry a spider in the midst. 
 One says, ' The head of it is plain to see,' 
 And one, ' They are the feet by which I judge,' 
 All say, ' Those films were spun by nothing else.' 
 
 Then, I must lay my babe away with God, 930 
 
 Nor think of him again, for gratitude. 
 
 Yes, my last breath shall wholly spend itself 
 
 In one attempt more to disperse the stain. 
 
 The mist from other breath fond mouths have made, 
 
 About a lustrous and pellucid soul : 
 
 So that, when I am gone but sorrow stays. 
 
 And people need assurance in their doubt 
 
 If God yet have a servant, man a friend. 
 
 The weak a saviour and the vile a foe, — 
 
 Let him be present, by the name invoked, 940 
 
 Giuseppe-Maria Caponsacchi ! 
 
 There, 
 Strength comes already with the utterance ! 
 I will remember once more for his sake 
 The sorrow : for he lives and is belied. 
 Could he be here, how he would speak for me ! 
 
 I had been miserable three drear years 
 
 In that dread palace and lay passive now. 
 
 When I first learned there could be such a man. 
 
 Thus it fell : I was at a public play, 950 
 
 In the last days of Carnival last March, 
 
 Brought there I knew not why, but now know well. 
 
 My husband put me where I sat, in front ; 
 
 Then crouched down, breathed cold through me from 
 
 behind. 
 Stationed i' the shadow, — none in front could see, — 
 I, it was, faced the stranger-throng beneath. 
 The crowd with upturned faces, eyes one stare, 
 Voices one buzz. I looked but to the stage. 
 Whereon two lovers sang and interchanged 
 ' True life is only love, love only bliss : 980 
 
 ' I love thee — thee I love ! ' then they embraced. 
 I looked thence to the ceiling and the walls, — 
 Over the crowd, those voices and those eyes, — 
 My thoughts went through the roof and out, to Rome 
 On wings of music, waft of measured words, — 
 
VII POMPILIA 275 
 
 Set me down there, a happy child again, 
 
 Sure that to-morrow would be festa-day, 
 
 Hearing my parents praise past festas more, 
 
 And seeing they were old if I was young, 
 
 Yet wondering why they still would end discourse 
 
 With ' We must soon go, you abide your time, 971 
 
 ' And, — might we haply see the proper friend 
 
 ' Throw his arm over you and make you safe ! ' 
 
 Sudden I saw him ; into my lap there fell 
 
 A foolish twist of comfits, broke my dream 
 
 And brought me from the air and laid me low, 
 
 As ruined as the soaring bee that 's reached 
 
 (So Pietro told me at the Villa once) 
 
 By the dust-handful. There the comfits lay : 
 
 I looked to see who flung them, and I faced 980 
 
 This Caponsacchi, looking up in turn. 
 
 Ere I could reason out why, I felt sure, 
 
 Whoever flung them, his was not the hand, — 
 
 Up rose the round face and good-natured grin 
 
 Of him who, in effect, had played the prank, 
 
 From covert close beside the earnest face, — 
 
 Fat waggish Conti, friend of all the world. 
 
 He was my husband's cousin, privileged 
 
 To throw the thing : the other, silent, grave, 
 
 Solemn almost, saw me, as I saw^ him. 990 
 
 There is a psalm Don Celestine recites, 
 ' Had I a dove's wings, how I fain would flee ! ' 
 The psalm runs not ' I hope, I pray for wings,' — 
 Not ' If wings fall from heaven, I fix them fast,' — 
 Simply ' How good it were to fly and rest, 
 
 * Have hope now, and one day expect content ! 
 
 * How well to do what I shall never do ! ' 
 So I said ' Had there been a man like that, 
 
 ' To lift me with his strength out of all strife 
 ' Into the calm, how I could fly and rest ! 1000 
 
 ' I have a keeper in the garden here 
 ' Whose sole employment is to strike me low 
 ' If ever I, for solace, seek the sun. 
 ' Life means with me successful feigning death, 
 , ' Lying stone-like, eluding notice so, 
 ' Forgoing here the turf and there the sky. 
 ' Suppose that man had been instead of this ! ' 
 
276 THE RING AND THE BOOK vn 
 
 Presently Conti laughed into my ear, 
 
 — Had tripped up to the raised place where I sat — 
 
 ' Cousin, I flung them brutishly and hard ! 1010 
 
 ' Because you must be hurt, to look austere 
 
 ' As Caponsacchi yonder, my tall friend 
 
 ' A-gazing now. Ah, Guido, you so close ? 
 
 ' Keep on your knees, do ! Beg her to forgive ! 
 
 ' My cornet battered hke a cannon-ball. 
 
 ' Good bye, I 'm gone ! ' — ^nor waited the reply. 
 
 That night at supper, out my husband broke, 
 
 ' Why was that throwing, that buffoonery ? 
 
 ' Do you think I am your dupe ? What man would 
 
 dare 
 ' Throw comfits in a stranger lady's lap ? 1020 
 
 ' 'Twas knowledge of you bred such insolence 
 ' In Caponsacchi ; he dared shoot the bolt, 
 ' Using that Conti for his stalking-horse. 
 ' How could you see him this once and no more, 
 ' When he is always haunting hereabout 
 ' At the street-corner or the palace-side, 
 ' Publishing my shame and your impudence ? 
 ' You are a wanton, — I a dupe, you think ? 
 ' O Christ, what hinders that I kill her quick ? ' 
 Whereat he drew his sword and feigned a thrust. 
 
 All this, now, — ^being not so strange to me, 1031 
 
 Used to such misconception day by day 
 And broken-in to bear, — ^I bore, this time. 
 More quietly than woman should perhaps ; 
 Repeated the mere truth and held my tongue. 
 
 Then he said, ' Since you play the ignorant, 
 
 ' I shall instruct you. This amour, — commenced 
 
 ' Or finished or midway in act, all 's one, — 
 
 * 'Tis the town-talk ; so my revenge shall be. 
 
 ' Does he presume because he is a priest ? 10^0 
 
 ' I warn him that the sword I wear shall pink 
 
 ' His lily-scented cassock through and through, 
 
 ' Next time I catch him underneath your eaves ! ' 
 
 But he had threatened with the sword so oft 
 And, after all, not kept his promise. All 
 I said was, ' Let God save the innocent ! 
 
VII POMPILIA 277 
 
 ' Moreover, death is far from a bad fate. 
 
 ' I shall go pray for you and me, not him ; 
 
 ' And then I look to sleep, come death or, worse, 
 
 ' Life.' So, I slept 10£0 
 
 There may have elapsed a week, 
 When Margherita, — called my waiting-maid, 
 Whom it is said my husband found too fair — 
 Who stood and heard the charge and the reply, 
 Who never once would let the matter rest 
 From that night forward, but rang changes still 
 On this the thrust and that the shame, and how 
 Good cause for jealousy cures jealous fools, 
 And what a paragon was this same priest 
 She talked about until I stopped my ears, — 1060 
 
 She said, ' A week is gone ; you comb your hair, 
 ' Then go mope in a corner, cheek on palm, 
 ' Till night comes round again, — so, waste a week 
 ' As if your husband menaced you in sport. 
 ' Have not I some acquaintance with his tricks ? 
 ' Oh no, he did not stab the serving-man 
 ' Who made and sang the rhymes about me once ! 
 ' For why ? They sent him to the wars next day. 
 ' Nor poisoned he the foreigner, my friend, 
 ' Who wagered on the whiteness of my breast, — 
 ' The swarth skins of our city in dispute : 1071 
 
 ' For, though he paid me proper compliment, 
 ' The Count well knew he was besotted with 
 ' Somebody else, a skin as black as ink, 
 ' (As all the town knew save my foreigner) 
 ' He found and wedded presently, — " Why need 
 ' " Better revenge ? " — the Count asked. But what 's 
 
 here ? 
 ' A priest, that does not fight, and cannot wed, 
 ' Yet must be dealt with ! If the Count took fire 
 ' For the poor pastime of a minute, — me — 1080 
 
 ' What were the conflagration for yourself, 
 ' Countess and lady- wife and all the rest ? 
 ' The priest will perish ; you will grieve too late ; 
 ' So shall the city-ladies' handsomest 
 ' Frankest and liberalest gentleman 
 ' Die for you, to appease a scurvy dog 
 ' Hanging 's too good for. Is there no escape ? 
 ' Were it not simple Christian charity 
 
278 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 * To warn the priest be on his guard, ^save him 
 ' Assured death, save yourself from causing it ? 
 I meet him in the street. Give me a glove, 1091 
 
 I answered, ' If you were, as styled, my maid, 
 ' I would command you : as you are, you say, 
 ' My husband's intimate, — assist his wife 
 ' Who can do nothing but entreat " Be still ! " 
 ' Even if you speak truth and a crime is planned, 
 
 * Leave help to God as I am forced to do ! 
 
 * There is no other course, or we should craze, 
 
 * Seeing such evil with no human cure. llOO 
 
 * Reflect that God, who makes the storm desist, 
 ' Can make an angry violent heart subside. 
 
 ' Why should we venture teach Him governance ? 
 
 * Never address me on this subject more ! ' 
 
 Next night she said, ' But I went, all the same, 
 
 ' — Ay, saw your Caponsacchi in his house, 
 
 ' And come back stuffed with news I must outpour. 
 
 * I told him, " Sir, my mistress is a stone : 
 
 * " Why should you harm her for no good you get ? 
 
 ' " For you do harm her — prowl about our place lllO 
 
 * " With the Count never distant half the street, 
 ' " Lurking at every corner, would you look ! 
 
 ' " 'Tis certain she has witched you with a spell. 
 
 ' " Are there not other beauties at your beck ? 
 
 ' " We all know. Donna This and Monna That 
 
 ' " Die for a glance of yours, yet here you gaze ! 
 
 ' " Go make them grateful, leave the stone its cold ! " 
 
 ' And he — oh, he turned first white and then red, 
 
 ' And then — " To her behest I bow myself, 
 
 ' " Whom I love with my body and my soul : 1120 
 
 ' " Only, a word i' the bowing ! See, I write 
 
 * " One little word, no harm to see or hear ! 
 
 ' " Then, fear no further ! " This is what he wrote. 
 
 * I know you cannot read, — therefore, let me ! 
 ' " ilf 2/ idol ! '" 
 
 But I took it from her hand 
 And tore it into shreds. * Why join the rest 
 
 * Who harm me ? Have I ever done you wrong 1 
 ' People have told me 't is you wrong myself : 
 
VII POMPILIA 279 
 
 ' Let it suffice I either feel no ^vrong 1130 
 
 ' Or else forgive it, — yet you turn my foe ! 
 
 * The others hunt me and you throw a noose ! ' 
 
 She muttered, ' Have your wilful way ! ' I slept. 
 
 Whereupon . . no, I leave my husband out ! 
 
 It is not to do him more hurt, I speak. 
 
 Let it suffice, when misery was most. 
 
 One day, I swooned and got a respite so. 
 
 She stooped as I was slowly coming to, 
 
 This Margherita, ever on my trace, 
 
 And whispered — ' Caponsacchi ! ' 1140 
 
 If I drowned, 
 But woke afloat i' the wave with upturned eyes, 
 And found their first sight was a star ! I turned — 
 For the first time, I let her have her will. 
 Heard passively, — ' The imposthume at such head, 
 ' One touch, one lancet-puncture would relieve, — 
 ' And still no glance the good physician's way 
 ' Who rids you of the torment in a trice ! 
 ' Still he writes letters you refuse to hear. 
 ' He may prevent your husband, kill himself, 1150 
 
 ' So desperate and all fordone is he ! 
 ' Just hear the pretty verse he made to-day ! 
 ' A sonnet from Mirtillo. " Peerless fair . . .' 
 ' All poetry is difficult to read, 
 ' — The sense of it is, anyhow, he seeks 
 ' Leave to contrive you an escape from hell, 
 ' And for that purpose asks an interview. 
 ' I can write, I can grant it in your name, 
 ' Or, what is better, lead you to his house. 
 ' Your husband dashes you against the stones ; 1160 
 ' This man would place each fragment in a shrine : 
 ' You hate him, love your husband ! ' 
 
 I returned, 
 ' It is not true I love my husband, — no, 
 ' Nor hate this man. I listen v/hile you speak, 
 ' — Assured that what you say is false, the same : 
 ' Much as when once, to me a little child, 
 ' A rough gaunt man in rags, with eyes on fire, 
 ' A crowd of bovs and idlers at his heels. 
 
280 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 ' Rushed as I crossed the Square, and held my head 
 
 ' In his two hands, " Here's she will let me speak ! 
 
 ' " You little girl, whose eyes do good to mine, 1172 
 
 ' " I am the Pope, am Sextus, now the Sixth ; 
 
 ' " And that Twelfth Innocent, proclaimed to-day, 
 
 ' " Is Lucifer disguised in human flesh ! 
 
 ' " The angels, met in conclave, crowned me ! " — thus 
 
 ' He gibbered and I listened ; but I knew 
 
 ' All was delusion, ere folks interposed 
 
 ' " Unfasten him, the maniac ! " Thus I know 
 
 ' All your report of Caponsacchi false, 1180 
 
 ' Folly or dreaming ; I have seen so much 
 
 ' By that adventure at the spectacle, 
 
 * The face I fronted that one first, last time : 
 
 ' He would belie it by such words and thoughts. 
 
 ' Therefore while you profess to show him me, 
 
 ' I ever see his own face. Get you gone ! ' 
 
 ' — That will I, nor once open mouth again, — 
 
 ' No, by Saint Joseph and the Holy Ghost ! 
 
 ' On your head be the damage, so adieu ! ' 
 
 And so more days, more deeds I must forget, 1190 
 
 Till . . what a strange thing now is to declare ! 
 
 Since I say anything, say all if true ! 
 
 And how my life seems lengthened as to serve ! 
 
 It may be idle or inopportune. 
 
 But, true ? — why, what was all I said but truth, 
 
 Even when I found that such as are untrue 
 
 Could only take the truth in through a lie ? 
 
 Now — I am speaking truth to the Truth's self : 
 
 God will lend credit to my words this time. 
 
 It had got half through April. I arose 1200 
 
 One vivid daybreak, — who had gone to bed 
 
 In the old way my wont those last three years. 
 
 Careless until, the cup drained, I should die. 
 
 The last sound in my ear, the over-night, 
 
 Had been a something let drop on the sly 
 
 In prattle by Margherita, ' Soon enough 
 
 ' Gaieties end, now Easter 's past : a week, 
 
 ' And the Archbishop gets him back to Rome, — 
 
 ' Everyone leaves the town for Rome, this Spring, — 
 
 ' Even Caponsacchi, out of heart and hope, 1210 
 
 ' Resigns himself and follows wdth the flock.' 
 
VII POMPILIA 281 
 
 I heard this drop and drop like rain outside . 
 
 Fast-falling through the darkness while she spoke : 
 
 So had I heard with like indifference, 
 
 ' And Michael's pair of wings will arrive first 
 
 ' At Rome to introduce the company, 
 
 ' Will bear him from our picture where he fights 
 
 ' Satan, — expect to have that dragon loose 
 
 ' And never a defender ! ' — my sole thought 1219 
 
 Being still, as night came, ' Done, another day ! 
 
 ' How good to sleep and so get nearer death ! ' — 
 
 When, what, first thing at daybreak, pierced the sleep 
 
 With a summons to me ? Up I sprang alive, 
 
 Light in me, light without me, everywhere 
 
 Change ! A broad yellow sun-beam was let fall 
 
 From heaven to earth, — a sudden drawbridge lay, 
 
 Along which marched a myriad merry motes. 
 
 Mocking the files that crossed them and recrossed 
 
 In rival dance, companions new-born too. 
 
 On the house-eaves, a dripping shag of weed 1230 
 
 Shook diamonds on each dull grey lattice-square, 
 
 As first one, then another bird leapt by, 
 
 And light was off, and lo was back again. 
 
 Always with one voice, — where are two such joys ? — 
 
 The blessed building-sparrow ! I stepped forth, 
 
 Stood on the terrace, — o'er the roofs, such sky ! 
 
 My heart sang, ' I too am to go away, 
 
 ' I too have something I must care about, 
 
 ' Carry away with me to Rome, to Rome ! 1239 
 
 ' The bird brings hither sticks and hairs and wool, 
 
 ' And nowhere else i' the world ; what fly breaks rank, 
 
 ' Falls out of the procession that befits, 
 
 '' From window here to window there, with all 
 
 ' The world to choose, — so well he knows his course ? 
 
 ' I have my purpose and my motive too, 
 
 ' My march to Rome, hke any bird or fiy ! 
 
 ' Had I been dead ! How right to be alive ! 
 
 ' Last night I almost prayed for leave to die, 
 
 ' Wished Guido all his pleasure with the sword 1249 
 
 ' Or the poison, — poison, sword, was but a trick, 
 
 ' Harmless, may God forgive him the poor jest ! 
 
 ' My life is charmed, will last till I reach Rome ! 
 
 ' Yesterday, but for the sin, — ah, nameless be 
 
 ' The deed I could have dared against myself ! 
 
 ' Now — see if I will touch an unripe fruit, 
 
282 THE RING AND THE BOOK vn 
 
 ' And risk the health I want to have and use ! 
 ' Not to hve, now, would be the wickedness, — 
 ' For life means to make haste and go to Rome 
 ' And leave Arezzo, leave all woes at once ! ' 
 
 Now, understand here, by no means mistake ! 1260 
 Long ago had I tried to leave that house 
 When it seemed such procedure would stop sin ; 
 And still failed more the more I tried — at first 
 The Archbishop, as I told you, — next, our lord 
 The Governor, — indeed I found my way, 
 I went to the great palace where he rules. 
 Though I knew well 't was he who, — when I gave 
 A jewel or two, themselves had given me. 
 Back to my parents, — since they wanted bread, 
 They who had never let me want a nosegay, — he 
 Spoke of the jail for felons, if they kept 1271 
 
 What was first theirs, then mine, so doubly theirs. 
 Though all the while my husband's most of all ! 
 I knew well who had spoke the word wrought this : 
 Yet, being in extremity, I fled 
 To the Governor, as I say, — scarce opened lip 
 When — the cold cruel snicker close behind — 
 Guido was on my trace, already there, 
 Exchanging nod and wink for shrug and smile, 
 And I — pushed back to him and, for my pains, 1280 
 Paid with . . but why remember what is past ? 
 I sought out a poor friar the people call 
 The Roman, and confessed my sin which came 
 Of their sin, — that fact could not be repressed, — 
 The frightfulness of my despair in God : 
 And, feeling, through the grate, his horror shake, 
 Implored him, ' Write for me who cannot \^Tite, 
 Apprise my parents, make them rescue me ! 
 You bid me be courageous and trust God : 1289 
 
 Do you in turn dare somewhat, trust and write 
 " Dear friends, who used to be my parents once, 
 " And now declare you have no part in me, 
 " This is some riddle I want wit to solve, 
 " Since you must love me with no difference. 
 " Even suppose you altered, — there 's your hate, 
 " To ask for : hate of you two dearest ones 
 " I shall find liker love than love found here, 
 '' If husbands love their wives. Take me away 
 
VII POMPILIA 283 
 
 ' " And hate me as you do the gnats and fleas, 1299 
 
 ' " Even the scorpions ! How I shall rejoice ! " 
 
 ' Write that and save me ! ' And he promised — wrote 
 
 Or did not write ; things never changed at all : 
 
 He was not like the Augustinian here ! 
 
 Last, in a desperation I appealed 
 
 To friends, whoever wished me better days, 
 
 To Guillichini, that 's of kin,—' What, I— 
 
 ' Travel to Rome with you ? A flying gout 
 
 * Bids me deny my heart and mind my leg ! ' 
 
 Then I tried Conti, used to brave — laugh back 
 
 The louring thunder when his cousin scowled 1310 
 
 At me protected by his presence : ' You — 
 
 ' Who well know what you cannot save me from, — 
 
 ' Carry me off ! What frightens you, a priest ? ' 
 
 He shook his head, looked grave — 'Above my strength! 
 
 ' Guido has claws that scratch, shows feline teeth ; 
 
 ' A formidabler foe than I dare fret : 
 
 ' Give me a dog to deal with, twice the size ! 
 
 ' Of course I am a priest and Canon too, 
 
 ' But . . by the bye . . though both, not quite so bold, 
 
 ' As he, my fellow-Canon, brother-priest, 1320 
 
 ' The personage in such ill odour here 
 
 ' Because of the reports — pure birth o' the brain — 
 
 ' Our Caponsacchi, he's your true Saint George 
 
 ' To slay the monster, set the Princess free, 
 
 ' And have the whole High-Altar to himself : 
 
 ' I always think so when I see that piece 
 
 ' I' the Pieve, that 's his church and mine, you know : 
 
 ' Though you drop eyes at mention of his name ! ' 
 
 That name had got to take a half -grotesque 
 
 Half -ominous, wholly enigmatic sense, 1330 
 
 Like any bye-word, broken bit of song 
 
 Born with a meaning, changed by mouth and mouth 
 
 That mix it in a sneer or smile, as chance 
 
 Bids, till it now means naught but ugliness 
 
 And perhaps shame. 
 
 — All this intends to say. 
 That, over-night, the notion of escape 
 Had seemed distemper, dreaming ; and the name, — 
 Not the man, but the name of him, thus made 
 Into a mockery and disgrace, — why, she 1340 
 
284 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 Who uttered it persistently, had laughed, 
 
 * I name his name, and there you start and wince 
 
 ' As criminal from the red tongs' touch ! ' — yet now, 
 Now, as I stood letting morn bathe me bright, 
 Choosing which butterfly should bear my news, — • 
 The white, the brown one, or that tinier blue, — 
 The Margherita, I detested so, 
 
 In she came — ' The fine day, the good Spring time ! 
 ' What, up and out at window ? That is best. 
 ' No thought of Caponsacchi ? — who stood there 
 ' All night on one leg, like the sentry crane, 1351 
 
 ' Under the pelting of your water-spout — 
 
 * Looked last look at your lattice ere he leave 
 ' Our city, bury his dead hope at Rome ? 
 
 ' Ay, go to looking-glass and make you fine, 
 ' While he may die ere touch one least loose hair 
 ' You drag at with the comb in such a rage ! ' 
 
 I turned — ' Tell Caponsacchi he may come ! ' 
 
 -^ Tell him to come ? Ah, but, for charity, 1359 
 
 ^ A truce to fooUng ! Come ? What, — come this eve ? 
 ^ Peter and Paul ! But I see through the trick — 
 ' Yes, come, and take a flower-pot on his head 
 
 * Flung from your terrace ! No joke, sincere truth ? ' 
 
 How plainly I perceived hell flash and fade 
 
 O' the face of her, — the doubt that first paled joy, 
 
 Then, final reassurance I indeed 
 
 Was caught now, never to be free again ! 
 
 What did I care ? — who felt myself of force 
 
 To play with the silk, and spurn the horsehair-springe. 
 
 ' But — do you know that I have bade him come, 
 
 * And in your own name ? I presumed so much, 1371 
 
 ' Knowing the thing you needed in your heart. 
 
 ' But somehow — what had I to show in proof ? 
 
 ' He would not come : half -promised, that was all, 
 
 "' And wrote the letters you refused to read. 
 
 ' What is the message that shall move him now ? 
 
 After the Ave Maria, at first dark, 
 " I will be standing on the terrace, say ! ' 
 
VII POMPILIA 285 
 
 ' I would I had a good long lock of hair 
 
 ' Should prove I was not lying ! Never mind ! ' 1380 
 
 Off she went — ' May he not refuse, that's all — 
 ' Fearing a trick ! ' 
 
 I answered, ' He will com^T 
 And, all day, I sent prayer like incense up 
 To God the strong, God the beneficent, 
 God ever mindful in all strife and strait, 
 Who, for our own good, makes the need extreme, 
 Till at the last He puts forth might and saves. 
 An old rhyme came into my head and rang 
 Of how a virgin, for the faith of God, 1390 
 
 Hid herself, from the Paynims that pursued, ; 
 
 In a cave's heart ; until a thunderstone, ^ ^ / 
 
 Wrapped in a flame, revealed the couch and prey : / / 
 
 And they laughed — ' Thanks to lightning, ours at ? / 
 
 last!' L^ [ 
 
 And she cried ' Wrath of God, assert His love ! 
 ' Servant of God, thou fire, befriend His child ! ' 
 And lo, the fire she grasped at, fixed its flash, 
 Lay in her hand a calm cold dreadful sword 
 She brandished till pursuers strewed the ground. 
 So did the souls within them die away, 1400 
 
 As o'er the prostrate bodies, sworded, safe, 
 She walked forth to the soUtudes and Christ : ^ 
 So should I grasp the lightning and be saved ! J 
 
 And still, as the day wore, the trouble grew 
 
 Whereby I guessed there would be born a star, 
 
 Until at an intense throe of the dusk, 
 
 I started up, was pushed, I dare to say, 
 
 Out on the terrace, leaned and looked at last 
 
 Where the dehverer waited me : the same 
 
 Silent and solemn face, I first descried 1410 
 
 At the spectacle, confronted mine once more. 
 
 So was that minute twice vouchsafed me, so 
 
 The manhood, wasted then, was still at watch 
 
 To save me yet a second time : no change 
 
 Here, though all else changed in the changing world ! 
 
 I spoke on the instant, as my duty bade. 
 
 In some such sense as this, whatever the phrase. 
 
286 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 ' Friend, foolish words were borne from you to me ; 
 
 ' Your soul behind them is the pure strong wind, 
 
 ' Not dust and feathers which its breath may bear : 
 
 ' These to the witless seem the wind itself, 1421 
 
 ' Since proving thus the first of it they feel. 
 
 ' If by mischance you blew offence my way, 
 
 ' The straws are dropt, the wind desists no whit, 
 
 ' And how such strays were caught up in the street 
 
 ' And took a motion from you, why inquire ? 
 
 ' I speak to the strong soul, no weak disguise. 
 
 ' If it be truth, — why should I doubt it truth ? — 
 
 ' You serve God specially, as priests are bound, 
 
 ' And care about me, stranger as I am, 1430 
 
 ' So far as wish my good, — that miracle 
 
 ' I take to intimate He wills you serve 
 
 ' By saving me, — what else can He direct ? 
 
 ' Here is the service. Since a long while now, 
 
 ' I am in course of being put to death : 
 
 ' While death concerned nothing but me, I bowed 
 
 ' The head and bade, in heart, my husband strike. 
 
 ' Now I imperil something more, it seems, 
 
 ' Something that 's trulier me than this myself, 
 
 ' Something I trust in God and you to save. 1440 
 
 ' You go to Rome, they tell me : take me there, 
 
 ' Put me back with my people ! ' 
 
 He replied — 
 The first word I heard ever from his hps, 
 All himself in it, — an eternity 
 Of speech, to match the immeasurable depths 
 0' the soul that then broke silence — ' I am yours.' 
 
 So did the star rise, soon to lead my step. 
 Lead on, nor pause before it should stand still 1449 
 Above the House o' the Babe, — my babe to be, 
 That knew me first and thus made me know him, 
 That had his right of life and claim on mine, 
 And would not let me die till he was born. 
 But pricked me at the heart to save us both, 
 Saying ' Have you the will ? Leave God the way ! ' 
 And the way was Caponsacchi — ' mine,' thank God ! 
 He was mine, he is mine, he will be mine. 
 
 No pause i' the leading and the light ! I know. 
 Next niffht there was a cloud came, and not he : 
 
vii POMPILIA 287 
 
 But I prayed through the darkness till it broke 1460 
 And let him shine. The second night, he came. 
 
 ' The plan is rash ; the project desperate : 
 
 ' In such a flight needs must I risk your life, 
 
 ' Give food for falsehood, folly or mistake, 
 
 ' Ground for your husband's rancour and revenge ' — 
 
 So he began again, with the same face. 
 
 I felt that, the same loyalty — one star 
 
 Turning now red that was so white before — ■ 
 
 One service apprehended newly : just 
 
 A word of mine and there the white was back ! 1470 
 
 ' No, friend, for you will take me ! 'Tis yourself 
 ' Kisk all, not I, — who let you, for I trust 
 ' In the compensating great God : enough ! 
 ' I know you : when is it that you will come ? ' 
 
 ' To-morrow at the day's dawn.' Then I heard 
 What I should do : how to prepare for flight 
 And where to fly. 
 
 That night my husband bade 
 ' — ^You, whom I loathe, beware you break my sleep 
 ' This whole night ! Couch beside me like the corpse 
 ' I would you were ! ' The rest you know, I think — 
 How I found Caponsacchi and escaped. 1482 
 
 And this man, men call sinner ? Jesus Christ ! 
 
 Of whom men said, with mouths Thyself mad'st once, 
 
 ' He hath a devil ' — say he was Thy saint. 
 
 My Caponsacchi ! Shield and show — unshroud 
 
 In Thine own time the glory of the soul 
 
 If aught obscure, — if ink-spot, from vile pens 
 
 Scribbling a charge against him — (I was glad 
 
 Then, for the first time, that I could not write) — 1490 
 
 Flirted his way, have flecked the blaze ! 
 
 For me, 
 'Tis otherwise : let men take, sift my thoughts 
 — ^Thoughts I throw Hke the flax for sun to bleach ! 
 I did think, do think, in the thought shall die. 
 That to have Caponsacchi for my guide, 
 Ever the face upturned to mine, the hand 
 Holding my hand across the world, — a sense 
 
288 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 That reads, as only such can read, the mark 
 
 God sets on woman, signifying so 1600 
 
 She should — shall peradventure — ^be divine ; 
 
 Yet 'ware, the while, how weakness mars the print 
 
 And makes confusion, leaves the thing men see, 
 
 — ^Not this man, — who from his own soul, re-writes 
 
 The obliterated charter, — ^love and strength 
 
 Mending what's marred : ' So kneels a votarist, 
 
 ' Weeds some poor waste traditionary plot 
 
 ' Where shrine once was, where temple yet may be, 
 
 ' Purging the place but worshipping the while, 
 
 ' By faith and not by sight, sight clearest so, — 1510 
 
 ' Such way the saints work,' — says Don Celestine. 
 
 But I, not privileged to see a saint 
 
 Of old when such walked earth with crown and palm, 
 
 If I call ' saint ' what saints call something else — 
 
 The saints must bear with me, impute the fault 
 
 To a soul i' the bud, so starved by ignorance. 
 
 Stinted of warmth, it will not blow this year 
 
 Nor recognize the orb which Spring-flowers know. 
 
 But if meanwhile some insect with a heart 
 
 Worth floods of lazy music, spendthrift joy — 1520 
 
 Some fire-fly renounced Spring for my dwarfed cup, 
 
 Crept close to me with lustre for the dark. 
 
 Comfort against the cold, — what though excess 
 
 Of comfort should miscall the creature — sun ? 
 
 What did the sun to hinder while harsh hands 
 
 Petal by petal, crude and colourless, 
 
 Tore me ? This one heart brought me aU the Spring ! 
 
 Is all told ? There's the journey : and where' s time 
 
 To tell you how that heart burst out in shine ? 
 
 Yet certain points do press on me too hard. 1530 
 
 Each place must have a name, though I forget : 
 
 How strange it was — there where the plain begins 
 
 And the small river mitigates its flow — 
 
 When eve was fading fast, and my soul sank, 
 
 And he divined what surge of bitterness, 
 
 In overtaking me, would float me back 
 
 Whence I was carried by the striding day — 
 
 So, — ' This grey place was famous once,' said he — 
 
 And he began that legend of the place 
 
 As if in answer to the unspoken fear, 1540 
 
 And told me all about a brave man dead. 
 
VII POMPILIA 289 
 
 Which hfted me and let my soul go on ! 
 
 How did he know too, — at that town's approach 
 
 By the rock-side, — that in coming near the signs, 
 
 Of life, the house-roofs and the church and tower 
 
 I saw the old boundary and wall o' the world 
 
 Rise plain as ever round me, hard and cold, 
 
 As if the broken circlet joined again. 
 
 Tightened itself about me with no break, — 
 
 As if the town would turn Arezzo's self, — 1550 
 
 The husband there, — the friends my enemies. 
 
 All ranged against me, not an avenue 
 
 I try, but would be blocked and drive me back 
 
 On him, — this other, . . oh the heart in that ! 
 
 Did not he find, bring, put into my arms 
 
 A new-born babe ? — and I saw faces beam 
 
 Of the young mother proud to teach me joy. 
 
 And gossips round expecting my surprise 
 
 At the sudden hole through earth that lets in heaven. 
 
 I could believe himself by his strong will 1560 
 
 Had woven around me what I thought the world 
 
 We went along in, every circumstance. 
 
 Towns, flowers and faces, all things helped so well ! 
 
 For, through the journey, was it natural 
 
 Such comfort should arise from first to last ? 
 
 As I look back, all is one milky way ; 
 
 Still bettered more, the more remembered, so 
 
 Do new stars bud while I but search for old. 
 
 And fill all gaps i' the glory, and grow him — 
 
 Him I now see make the shine everywhere. 1570 
 
 Even at the last when the bewildered flesh, 
 
 The cloud of weariness about my soul 
 
 Clogging too heavily, sucked down all sense, — 
 
 Still its last voice was, ' He will watch and care ; 
 
 ' Let the strength go, I am content : he stays ! ' 
 
 I doubt not he did stay and care for all — 
 
 From that sick minute when the head swam round, 
 
 And the eyes looked their last and died on him. 
 
 As in his arms he caught me and, you say. 
 
 Carried me in, that tragical red eve, 1580 
 
 And laid me where I next returned to life 
 
 In the other red of morning, two red plates 
 
 That crushed together, crushed the time between, 
 
 And are since then a solid fire to me, — 
 
 When in, my dreadful husband and the world 
 
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290 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 Broke, — and I saw him, master, by hell's right 
 
 And saw my angel helplessly held back 
 
 By guards that helped the malice — ^the lamb prone, 
 
 The serpent towering and triumphant — then 
 
 Came all the strength back in a sudden swell, 1590 
 
 I did for once see right, do right, give tongue 
 
 The adequate protest : for a worm must turn 
 
 If it would have its wrong observed by God. 
 
 I did spring up, attempt to thrust aside 
 
 That ice-block 'twixt the sun and me, lay low 
 
 The neutralizer of all good and truth. 
 
 If I sinned so, — never obey voice more 
 
 0' the Just and Terrible, who bids us — ' Bear ! ' 
 
 Not — ' Stand by, bear to see my angels bear ! ' 
 
 I am clear it was on impulse to serve God 1600 
 
 Not save myself, — ^no — nor my child unborn ! 
 
 Had I else waited patiently till now ? — 
 
 Who saw my old kind parents, silly-sooth 
 
 And too much trustful, for their worst of faults, 
 
 Cheated, brow-beaten, stripped and starved, cast out 
 
 Into the kennel : I remonstrated. 
 
 Then sank to silence, for, — their woes at end. 
 
 Themselves gone, — only I was left to plague. 
 
 If only I was threatened and belied. 
 
 What matter ? I could bear it and did bear ; 1610 
 
 It was a comfort, still one lot for all : 
 
 They were not persecuted for my sake 
 
 And I, estranged, the single happy one. 
 
 But when at last, all by myself I stood 
 
 Obeying the clear voice which bade me rise, 
 
 Not for my own sake but my babe unborn, 
 
 And take the angel's hand was sent to help — 
 
 And found the old adversary athwart the path — 
 
 Not my hand simply struck from the angel's, but 
 
 The very angel's self made foul i' the face 1620 
 
 By the fiend who struck there, — that I would not bear. 
 
 That only I resisted ! So, my first 
 
 And last resistance was invincible. 
 
 Prayers move God ; threats, and nothing else, move 
 
 men 
 
 I must have prayed a man as he were God 
 When I implored the Governor to right 
 My parents' wrongs : the answer was a smile. 
 The Archbishop, — did I clasp his feet enough, 
 
vn 
 
 POMPILIA 291 
 
 Hide my face hotly on them, while I told 1629 
 
 More than I dared make my own mother know 1 
 The profit was — compassion and a jest. 
 This time, the foolish prayers were done with, right 
 Used might, and solemnized the sport at once. 
 All was against the combat : vantage, mine ? 
 The runaway avowed, the accomphce-wife, 
 In company with the plan-contriving priest ? 
 Yet, shame thus rank and patent, I struck, bare, 
 At foe from head to foot in magic mail. 
 And off it withered, cobweb-armoury 1639 
 
 Against the lightning ! 'T was truth singed the lies 
 And saved me, not the vain sword nor weak speech ! 
 
 You see, I will not have the service fail ! 
 
 I say, the angel saved me : I am safe ! 
 
 Others may want and wish, I wish nor want 
 
 One point o' the circle plainer, where 1 stand 
 
 Traced round about with white to front the world. 
 
 What of the calumny I came across, 
 
 What o' the way to the end ? — the end crowns all. 
 
 The judges judged aright i' the main, gave me 
 
 The uttermost of my heart's desire, a truce 1650 
 
 From torture and Arezzo, balm for hurt 
 
 With the quiet nuns, — God recompense the good ! 
 
 Who said and sang away the ugly past. 
 
 And, when my final fortune was revealed, 
 
 What safety while, amid my parents' arms. 
 
 My babe was given me ! Y'es, he saved my babe : 
 
 It would not have peeped forth, the bird-like thing, 
 
 Through that Arezzo noise and trouble ; back 
 
 Had it returned nor ever let me see ! 
 
 But the sweet peace cured all, and let me live 1600 
 
 And give my bird the life among the leaves 
 
 God meant him ! Weeks and months of quietude, 
 
 I could lie in such peace and learn so much — 
 
 Begin the task, I see how needful now, 
 
 Of understanding somewhat of my past, — 
 
 Know life a little, I should leave so soon. 
 
 Therefore, because this man restored my soul, 
 
 All has been right ; I have gained my gain, enjoyed 
 
 As well as suffered, — nay, got foretaste too 
 
 Of better life beginning where this ends — 1670 
 
 All through the breathing-while allowed me thus. 
 
292 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 Which let good premonitions reach my soul 
 
 Unthwarted, and benignant influence flow 
 
 And interpenetrate and change my heart, 
 
 Uncrossed by what was wicked, — nay, unkind. 
 
 For, as the weakness of my time drew nigh. 
 
 Nobody did me one disservice more, 
 
 Spoke coldly or looked strangely, broke the love 
 
 I lay in the arms of, till my boy was born. 
 
 Born all in love, with nought to spoil the bliss ICSO 
 
 A whole long fortnight : in a life like mine 
 
 A fortnight filled with bhss is long and much. 
 
 All women are not mothers of a boy, 
 
 Though they live twice the length of my whole life, 
 
 And, as they fancy, happily all the same. 
 
 There I lay, then, afl my great fortnight long, 
 
 As if it would continue, broaden out 
 
 Happily more and more, and lead to heaven : 
 
 Christmas before me, — was not that a chance ? 
 
 I never realized God's birth before — 1G90 
 
 How he grew likest God in being born. 
 
 This time I felt like Mary, had my babe 
 
 Lying a little on my breast like hers. 
 
 So all went on till, just four days ago — 
 
 The night and the tap. 
 
 it shall be success 
 To the whole of our poor family 1 My friends 
 . . Nay, father and mother, — ^give me back my word ! 
 Theyliave been rudely stripped of life, disgraced 
 Like children who must needs go clothed too fine, 
 Carry the garb of Carnival in Lent : 1701 
 
 If they too much affected frippery. 
 They have been punished and submit themselves, 
 Say no word : all is over, they see God 
 Who will not be extreme to mark their fault 
 Or He had granted respite : they are safe. 
 
 For that most woeful man my husband once. 
 
 Who, needing respite, still draws vital breath, 
 
 I — pardon him ? So far as lies in me, 
 
 I give him for his good the life he takes, 1710 
 
 Praying the world will therefore acquiesce. 
 
 Let him make God amends, — none, none to me 
 
 Who thank him rather that, whereas strange fate 
 
vn POMPILIA 293 
 
 Mockingly styled him husband and me wife, 
 
 Himself this way at least pronounced divorce, 
 
 Blotted the marriage-bond : this blood of mine 
 
 Flies forth exultingly at any door, 
 
 Washes the parchment white, and thanks the blow. 
 
 We shall not meet in this world nor the next, 
 
 But where will God be absent ? In His face 1720 
 
 Is light, but in His shadow healing too : 
 
 Let Guido touch the shadow and be healed ! 
 
 And as my presence was importunate, — 
 
 My earthly good, temptation and a snare, — 
 
 Nothing about me but drew somehow down 
 
 His hate upon me, — somewhat so excused 
 
 Therefore, since hate was thus the truth of him, — 
 
 May my evanishment for evermore 
 
 Help further to relieve the heart that cast 
 
 Such object of its natural loathing forth ! 1730 
 
 So he was made ; he nowise made himself : 
 
 I could not love him, but his mother did. 
 
 His soul has never lain beside my soul ; 
 
 But for the unresisting body, — thanks ! 
 
 He burned that garment spotted by the flesh ! 
 
 Whatever he touched is rightly ruined : plague 
 
 It caught, and disinfection it had craved 
 
 Still but for Guido ; I am saved through him 
 
 So as by fire ; to him — ^thanks and farewell ! 1739 
 
 Even for my babe, my boy, there 's safety thence — 
 
 From the sudden death of me, I mean : we poor 
 
 Weak souls, how we endeavour to be strong ! 
 
 I was already using up my life, — 
 
 This portion, now, should do him such a good, 
 
 This other go to keep off such an ill ! 
 
 The great life ; see, a breath and it is gone ! 
 
 So is detached, so left all by itself 
 
 The little life, the fact which means so much. 
 
 Shall not God stoop the kindlier to His work, 
 
 His marvel of creation, foot would crush, 1750 
 
 Now that the hand He trusted to receive 
 
 And hold it, lets the treasure fall perforce ? 
 
 The better ; He shall have in orphanage 
 
 His own way all the clearlier : if my babe 
 
 Outlive the hour — and he has lived two weeks — 
 
 It is through God who knows I am not by. 
 
294 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 Who is it makes the soft gold hair turn black. 
 
 And sets the tongue, might lie so long at rest. 
 
 Trying to talk ? Let us leave God alone ! 
 
 Why should I doubt He will explain in time 1760 
 
 What I feel now, but fail to find the words ? 
 
 My babe nor was, nor is, nor yet shall be 
 
 Count Guido Franceschini's child at all — 
 
 Only his mother's, born of love not hate ! 
 
 So shall I have my rights in after-time. 
 
 It seems absurd, impossible to-day ; 
 
 So seems so much else not explained but known. 
 
 Ah ! Friends, I thank and bless you every one ! 
 
 No more now : I mthdraw from earth and man 
 
 To my own soul, compose myself for God. 1770 
 
 Well, and there is more ! Yes, my end of breath 
 
 Shall bear away my soul in being true ! 
 
 He is still here, not outside with the world, 
 
 Here, here, I have him in his rightful place ! 
 
 'T is now, when I am most upon the move, 
 
 I feel for what I verily find — again 
 
 The face, again the eyes, again, through all. 
 
 The heart and its immeasurable love 
 
 Of my one friend, my only, all my own, 
 
 Who put his breast between the spears and me. 1780 
 
 Ever with Caponsacchi ! Otherwise 
 
 Here alone would be failure, loss to me — 
 
 How much more loss to him, with life debarred 
 
 From giving life, love locked from love's display, 
 
 The day-star stopped its task that makes night 
 
 morn ! 
 O lover of my life, soldier-saint, 
 No work begun shall ever pause for death ! 
 Love will be helpful to me more and more 
 I' the coming course, the new path I must tread, 
 My weak hand in thy strong hand, strong for that ! 
 Tell him that if I seem without him now, 1791 
 
 That's the world's insight ! Oh, he understands ! 
 He is at Civita — do I once doubt 
 The world again is holding us apart ? 
 He had been here, displayed in my behalf 
 The broad brow that reverberates the truth. 
 
VII POMPILIA 295 
 
 And flashed the word God gave him, back to man ! 
 
 I know where the free soul is flown ! My fate 
 
 Will have been hard for even him to bear : 
 
 Let it confirm him in the trust of God, 18C0 
 
 Showing how holily he dared the deed ! 
 
 And, for the rest, — say, from the deed, no touch 
 
 Of harm came, but all good, all happiness, 
 
 Not one faint fleck of failure ! Why explain ? 
 
 What I see, oh, he sees and how much more ! 
 
 Tell him, — I know not wherefore the true word 
 
 Should fade and fall unuttered at the last — 
 
 It was the name of him I sprang to meet 
 
 When came the knock, the summons and the end. 
 
 ' My great heart, my strong hand are back again ! ' 
 
 I would have sprung to these, beckoning across 1811 
 
 Murder and hell gigantic and distinct 
 
 O' the threshold, posted to exclude me heaven : 
 
 He is ordained to call and I to come 1 
 
 Do not the dead wear flowers when dressed for 
 
 God? 
 Say, — ^I am all in flowers from head to foot ! 
 Say, — not one flower of all he said and did, 
 Might seem to flit unnoticed, fade unknown. 
 But dropped a seed has grown a balsam-tree 
 Whereof the blossoming perfumes the place 1820 
 
 At this supreme of moments ! He is a priest ; 
 He cannot marry therefore, which is right : 
 I think he would not marry if he could. 
 Marriage on earth seems such a counterfeit, 
 Mere imitation of the inimitable : 
 In heaven we have the real and true and sure. 
 'T is there they neither marry nor are given 
 In marriage but are as the angels : right, 
 Oh how right that is, how like Jesus Christ 
 To say that ! Marriage-making for the earth, 1830 
 With gold so much, — birth, power, repute so much, 
 Or beauty, youth so much, in lack of these ! 
 Be as the angels rather, who, apart. 
 Know themselves into one, are found at length 
 Married, but marry never, no, nor give 
 In marriage ; they are man and wife at once 
 When the true time is : here we have to wait 
 Not so long neither ! Could we by a wish 
 Have what we will and get the future now. 
 
296 THE RING AND THE BOOK vii 
 
 Would we wish aught done undone in the past ? 
 So, let hiin wait God's instant men call years ; 1841 
 Meantime hold hard by truth and his great soul, 
 Do out the duty ! Through such souls alone 
 God stooping shows sufficient of His light 
 For us i' the dark to rise by. And I rise. 
 
297 
 
 VIII 
 
 DOMINUS HYACINTHUS DE 
 ARCHANGELIS, 
 
 PAUPERUM PROCURATOR 
 
 Ah, my Giacinto, he 's no ruddy rogue, 
 
 Is not Cinone ? What, to-day we 're eight ? 
 
 Seven and one 's eight, I hope, old curly-pate ! 
 
 — ^Branches me out his verb-tree on the slate, 
 
 Amo -as -avi -atum -are -ans, 
 
 Up to -aturus, person, tense, and mood, 
 
 Quies me cum subjunctivo (I could cry) 
 
 And chews Corderius with his morning crust ! 
 
 Look eight years onward, and he 's perched, he 's 
 
 perched, 
 Dapper and deft on stool beside this chair, 10 
 
 Cinozzo, Cinoncello, who but he ? 
 — ^Trying his milk-teeth on some crusty case 
 Like this, papa shall triturate full soon 
 To smooth Papinianian pulp ! 
 
 It trots 
 Already through my head, though noon be now, 
 Does supper-time and what belongs to eve. 
 Dispose, Don, o' the day, first work then play ! 
 — ^The proverb bids. And ' then ' means, won't we 
 
 hold 
 Our little yearly lovesome frolic feast, 20 
 
 Cinuolo's birth-night, Cinicello's own. 
 That makes gruff January grin perforce ! 
 For too contagious grows the mirth, the warmth 
 Escaping from so many hearts at once — 
 When the good wife, buxom and bonny yet, 
 Jokes the hale grandsire, — such are just the sort 
 To go off suddenly, — he who hides the key 
 O' the box beneath his pillow every night, — 
 Which box may hold a parchment (some one thinks) 
 Will show a scribbled something hke a name 30 
 
 ' Cinino, Ciniccino,' near the end, 
 
THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 ' To whom I give and I bequeath my lands, 
 
 ' Estates, tenements, hereditaments, 
 
 ' When I decease as honest grandsire ought : ' 
 
 Wherefore — ^yet this one time again perhaps — 
 
 Sha'n't my Orvieto fuddle his old nose ! 
 
 Then, uncles, one or the other, well i' the world, 
 
 May—drop in, merely ? — trudge through rain and wind. 
 
 Rather ! The smell-feasts rouse them at the hint 
 
 There 's cookery in a certain dweUing-place ! 40 
 
 Gossips, too, each with keepsake in his poke, 
 
 Will pick the way, thrid lane by lantern-light, 
 
 x4nd so find door, put galligaskin off 
 
 At entry of a decent domicile 
 
 Cornered in snug Condotti, — all for love. 
 
 All to crush cup with Cinucciatolo ! 
 
 Well, 
 Let others climb the heights o' the court, the camp ! 
 How vain are chambering and wantonness. 
 Revel and rout and pleasures that make mad ! 50 
 Commend me to home-joy, the family board, 
 Altar and hearth ! These, with a brisk career, 
 A source of honest profit and good fame, 
 Just so much work as keeps the brain from rust, 
 Just so much play as lets the heart expand, 
 Honouring God and serving man, — ^I say, 
 These are reahty, and all else, — fluff. 
 Nutshell and naught, — thank Flaccus for the phrase ! 
 Suppose I had been Fisc, yet bachelor ! 59 
 
 Why, work with a will, then ! Wherefore lazy now ? 
 
 Turn up the hour-glass, whence no sand-grain slips 
 
 But should have done its duty to the saint 
 
 0' the day, the son and heir that 's eight years old ! 
 
 Let law come dimple Cinoncino's cheek, 
 
 And Latin dumple Cinarello's chin, 
 
 The while we spread him fine and toss him flat 
 
 This pulp that makes the pancake, trim our mass 
 
 Of matter into Argument the First, 
 
 Prime Pleading in defence of our accused. 
 
 Which, once a-waft on paper wing, shall soar, 70 
 
 Shall signalise before applausive Rome 
 
 What study, and mayhap some mother-wit, 
 
 Can do toward making Master fop and Fisc 
 
 Old bachelor Bottinius bite his thumb. 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 299 
 
 Now, how good God is ! How falls plumb to point 
 
 This murder, gives me Guido to defend 
 
 Now, of all days i' the year, just when the boy 
 
 Verges on Virgil, reaches the right age 
 
 For some such illustration from his sire, 
 
 Stimulus to himself ! One might wait years 80 
 
 And never find the chance which now finds me ! 
 
 The fact is, there 's a blessing on the hearth, 
 
 A special providence for fatherhood ! 
 
 Here 's a man, and what 's more, a noble, kills 
 
 — Not sneakingly but almost with parade — 
 
 Wife's father and wife's mother and wife's self 
 
 That 's mother's self of son and heir (like mine !) 
 
 — And here stand I, the favoured advocate, 
 
 Who pluck this flower o' the field, no Solomon 
 
 Was ever clothed in glorious gold to match, 90 
 
 And set the same in Cinoncino's cap ! 
 
 I defend Guido and his comrades — I ! 
 
 Pray God, I keep me humble : not to me — 
 
 Non nobis, Domine, sed iihi laus I 
 
 How the fop chuckled when they made him Fisc ! 
 
 We '11 beat you, my Bottinius, all for love, 
 
 All for our tribute to Cinotto's day ! 
 
 Why, 'sbuddikins, old Innocent himself 
 
 May rub his eyes at the bustle,— ask ' What's this 
 
 ' RoUing from out the rostrum, as a gust 100 
 
 ' 0' the Pro Milone had been prisoned there, 
 
 * And rattled Rome awake ? ' Awaken Rome, 
 
 How can the Pope doze on in decency ? 
 
 He needs must wake up also, speak his word, 
 
 Have his opinion like the rest of Rome, 
 
 About this huge, this hurly-burly case : 
 
 He wants who can excogitate the truth, 
 
 Give the result in speech, plain black and white, 
 
 To mumble in the mouth and make his own 
 
 — A little changed, good man, a httle changed ! HO 
 
 No matter, so his gratitude be moved. 
 
 By when my Giacintino gets of age, 
 
 Mindful of who thus helped him at a pinch, 
 
 Archangelus Procurator Pauperum — 
 
 And proved Hortensius Redivivus ! 
 
 Whew ! 
 To earn the Est-est, merit the minced herb 
 That mollifies the fiver's leathery sfice. 
 
300 THE KING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 With here a goose-foot, there a cock's-comb stuck, 
 
 Cemented in an element of cheese ! 120 
 
 I doubt if dainties do the grandsire good : 
 
 Last June he had a sort of strangling . . . bah ! 
 
 He 's his owti master, and his will is made. 
 
 So, liver fizz, law flit and Latin fly 
 
 As we rub hands o'er dish by way of grace ! 
 
 May I lose cause if I vent one word more 
 
 Except, — with fresh-cut quill we ink the white, — 
 
 P-r-o-pro Guidone et Sociis. There ! 
 
 Count Guido married — or, in Latin due, 
 
 What ? Duxit in uxorem ? — commonplace ! 130 
 
 Tcedas jugales iniit, subiit, — ^ha ! 
 
 He underwent the matrimonial torch ? 
 
 Gonnuhio stabili sihi junxit, — ^hum ! 
 
 In stable bond of marriage bound his own ? 
 
 That 's clear of any modern taint : and yet . . . 
 
 Virgil is httle help to who writes prose. 
 
 He shall attack me Terence with the dawn, 
 
 Shall Cinuccino ! Mum, mind business. Sir ! 
 
 Thus circumstantially evolve we facts, 
 
 Ita se liabet ideo series facti : 110 
 
 He wedded, — ah, with owls for augury ! 
 
 Nupserat, heu sinistris avibus. 
 
 One of the blood Arezzo boasts her best, 
 
 Dominus Guido, nobili genere orius, 
 
 Fompilice . . . 
 
 But the version afterward ! 
 Curb v/e this ardour ! Notes alone, to-day. 
 The speech to-morrow and the Latin last : 
 Such was the rule in Farinacci's time. 
 Indeed I hitched it into verse and good. 
 Unluckily, law quite absorbs a man, 150 
 
 Or else I think I too had poetized. 
 ' Law is the pork substratum of the fry, 
 ' Goose-foot and cock's-comb are Latinity,' — 
 And in this case, if circumstance assist. 
 We '11 garnish law with idiom, never fear ! 
 Out-of-the-way events extend our scope : 
 For instance, when Bottini brings his charge, 
 ' That letter which you say Pompilia wrote, 
 * To criminate her parents and herself 
 
viii DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 301 
 
 ' And disengage her husband from the coil, — 160 
 
 ' That, Guido Franceschini wrote, say we : 
 
 ' Because PompiUa could nor read nor write, 
 
 ' Therefore he pencilled her such letter first, 
 
 ' Then made her trace in ink the same again.' 
 
 — Ha, my Bottini, have I thee on hip ? 
 
 How will he turn this nor break Tully's pate ? 
 
 ' Existimandum ' (do n't I hear the dog !) 
 
 ' Quod Guido designaverit elementa 
 
 ' Dictce episiolce, quce fuerint 
 
 ' [Superinducto ah ea calamo) 170 
 
 ' Notata atramento ' — ^there 's a style ! — 
 
 ' Quia ipsa scribere nesciebat' Boh ! 
 
 Now, my turn ! Either, Insulse ! — I outburst, 
 
 Stupidly put ! Inane is the response, 
 
 Inanis est responsio, or the like — 
 
 To-wit, that each of all those characters, 
 
 Quod singula elementa epistoke, 
 
 Had first of all been traced for her by him, 
 
 Fuerant per eum prius designata. 
 
 And then, the ink applied a- top of that, 180 
 
 Et deinde, superinducto calamo, 
 
 The piece, she says, became her handiwork, 
 
 Per earn, e'fformata, ut ipsa asserit. 
 
 Inane were such response ! (a second time :) 
 
 Her husband outlined her the whole, forsooth V 
 
 Vir ejus lineabat epistolam ? 
 
 What, she confesses that she wrote the thing, 
 
 Fatetur earn scripsisse, (scorn that scathes !) 
 
 That she might pay obedience to her lord 1 
 
 Ut viro obtemperaret, apices 190 
 
 (Here repeat charge with proper varied phrase) 
 
 Eo designante, ipsaque calamum 
 
 Super inducente ? By such argument, 
 
 Ita pariter, she seeks to show the same, 
 
 (Ay, by Saint Joseph and what saints you please) 
 
 Epistolam ostendit, medius fidius, 
 
 No voluntary deed but fruit of force ! 
 
 Non voluntarie sed coacte scriptam ! 
 
 That 's the way to write Latin, friend my Fisc ! 
 
 Bottini is a beast, one barbarous : 200 
 
 Look out for him when he attempts to say 
 
 ' Armed with a pistol, Guido followed her ! ' 
 
 Will not I be beforehand with my Fisc, 
 
302 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 Cut away phrase by phrase from underfoot ! 
 
 Guido Pompiliam — Guido thus his wife 
 
 Following with igneous engine, shall I have ? 
 
 Armis munilus igneis persequens — 
 
 Arma sulphurea gestans, sulphury arms, 
 
 Or, might one style a pistol — popping-piece ? 
 
 Armatus hreviori sdopulo ? 210 
 
 We '11 let him have been armed so, though it make 
 
 Somewhat against us : I had thought to own — • 
 
 Provided with a simple traveUing-sword, 
 
 Ense solummodo viator io 
 
 Instructus : but we '11 grant the pistol here : 
 
 Better we lost the cause than lacked the gird 
 
 At the Fisc's Latin, lost the Judge's laugh ! 
 
 It 's Venturini that decides for style. 
 
 Tommati rather goes upon the law. 
 
 So, as to law,— 220 
 
 Ah, but with law ne'er hope 
 To level the fellow, — do n't I know his trick ! 
 How he draws up, ducks under, twists aside ! 
 He 's a lean-gutted hectic rascal, fine 
 As pale-haired red-eyed ferret which pretends 
 'T is ermine, pure soft snow from tail to snout. 
 He eludes law by piteous looks aloft, 
 Lets Latin glance off as he makes appeal 
 To the saint that 's somewhere in the ceiling-top, — 
 Do you suppose that I do n't see the beast ? 230 
 
 Plague of the ermine-vermin ! For it takes. 
 It takes, and here 's the fellow Fisc, you see. 
 And Judge, you '11 not be long in seeing next ! 
 Confound the fop — he 's now at work Mke me : 
 Enter his study, as I seem to do, 
 Hear him read out his writing to himself 1 
 I know he writes as if he spoke : I hear 
 The hoarse shrill throat, see shut eyes, neck shot-forth, 
 — I see him strain on tiptoe, soar and pour 
 Eloquence out, nor stay nor stint at all — 240 
 
 Perorate in the air, and so, to press 
 With the product ! What abuse of type is here ! 
 He '11 keep clear of my cast, my logic-throw, 
 Let argument sHde, and then deliver swift 
 Some bowl from quite an unguessed point of stand — 
 Having the luck o' the last word, the reply ! 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 303 
 
 A plaguy cast, a mortifying stroke : 
 
 You face a fellow — cries ' So, there you stand ? 
 
 ' But I discourteous jump clean o'er your head ! 
 
 ' You play ship-carpenter, not pilot so, — 250 
 
 ' Stop rat-holes, while a sea sweeps through the breach, — 
 
 ' Hammer and fortify at puny points ! 
 
 ' Do, clamp and tenon, make all tight and safe ! 
 
 ' 'Tis here and here and here you ship a sea, 
 
 ' No good of your stopped leaks and littleness I ' 
 
 Yet what do I name ' Httle and a leak ? ' 
 
 The main defence o' the murder 's used to death, 
 
 By this time, dry bare bones, no scrap to pick : 
 
 Safer I worked at the new, the unforeseen. 
 
 The nice bye-stroke, the fine and improvised, 260 
 
 Point that can titillate the brain o' the Bench 
 
 Torpid with over-teaching, by this time ! 
 
 As if Tommati, that has heard, reheard 
 
 And heard again, first this side and then that, — 
 
 Guido and Pietro, Pietro and Guido din 
 
 And deafen, full three years, at each long ear, — ■ 
 
 Do n't want amusement for instruction now, 
 
 Won't rather feel a flea run o'er his ribs. 
 
 Than a daw settle heavily on his head ! 
 
 Oh, I was young and had the trick of fence, 270 
 
 Knew subtle pass and push with careless right — 
 
 The left arm ever quietly behind back 
 
 With the dagger in 't : not both hands to blade : 
 
 Puff and blow, put the strength out, Blunderbore I 
 
 That 's my subordinate, young Spreti, now. 
 
 Pedant and prig, — he '11 pant away at proof. 
 
 That 's his way ! 
 
 Now for mine — to rub some life 
 Into one's choppy fingers this cold day ! 
 I trust Cinuzzo ties on tippet, guards 280 
 
 The precious throat on which so much depends ! 
 Guido must be all goose-flesh in his hole. 
 Despite the prison-straw : bad Carnival 
 For captives ! no sliced fry for him, poor Count ! 
 
 Carnival-time, — another providence ! 
 
 The town a-swarm with strangers to amuse, 
 
 To edify, to give one's name and fame 
 
304 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 In charge of, till they find, some future day, 
 
 Cintino come and claim it, his name too, 
 
 Pledge of the pleasantness they owe papa — 290 
 
 Who else was it, cured Rome of her great qualms. 
 
 When she must needs have her own judgment ? — ay 
 
 Since all her topping wits had set to work, 
 
 Pronounced already on the case : mere boys, 
 
 Twice Cineruggiolo's age and half his sense. 
 
 As good as tell me, when I cross the court, 
 
 ' Master Arcangeli ! ' (plucking at my gown) 
 
 ' We can predict, we comprehend your play, 
 
 ' We '11 help you save your client.' Tra-la-la ! 
 
 I 've travelled ground, from childhood till this hour. 
 
 To have the town anticipate my track ! 301 
 
 The old fox takes the plain and velvet path, 
 
 The young hound's predilection, — prints the dew, 
 
 Do n't he, to suit their pulpy pads of paw ? 
 
 No ! Burying nose deep down i' the briery bush, 
 
 Thus I defend Count Guido. 
 
 Where are we weak ? 
 First, which is foremost in advantage too, 
 Our murder, — we call, killing, — is a fact 
 Confessed, defended, made a boast of : good ! 310 
 To think the Fisc claimed use of torture here. 
 And got thereby avowal plump and plain 
 That gives me just the chance I wanted, — scope 
 Not for brute-force but ingenuity. 
 Explaining matters, not denying them ! 
 One may dispute, — as I am bound to do, 
 And shall, — validity of process here : 
 Inasmuch as a noble is exempt 
 From torture which plebeians undergo 
 In such a case : for law is lenient, lax, 320 
 
 Remits the torture to a nobleman 
 Unless suspicion be of twice the strength 
 Attaches to a man born vulgarly : 
 We do n't card silk with comb that dresses wool. 
 Moreover, 'twas severity undue 
 In this case, even had the lord been lout. 
 What utters, on this head, our oracle. 
 Our Farinacci, my Gamaliel erst. 
 In those immortal ' Questions ' ? What I quote : 
 ' Of all the tools at Law's disposal, sure 330 
 
 * That named Vigiliarum is the best — 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 305 
 
 * That is, the worst — to whoso has to bear : 
 
 ' Lasting, as it may do, from some seven hours 
 
 ' To ten, (beyond ten, we 've no precedent ; 
 
 ' Certain have touched their ten but, bah, they 
 
 died !) 
 ' It does so efficaciously convince 
 ' That, — speaking by much observation here, — 
 
 * Out of each hundred cases, by my count, 
 
 * Never I knew of patients beyond four 
 
 * Withstand its taste, or less than ninety-six 340 
 ' End by succumbing : only martyrs four, 
 
 ' Of obstinate silence, guilty or no, — against 
 ' Ninety-six full confessors, innocent 
 
 * Or otherwise, — so shrewd a tool have we ! ' 
 No marvel either : in unwary hands. 
 Death on the spot is no rare consequence : 
 As indeed all but happened in this case 
 
 To one of ourselves, our young tough peasant-friend 
 
 The accomphce called Baldeschi : they were rough. 
 
 Dosed him with torture as you drench a horse, 350 
 
 Not modify your treatment to a man : 
 
 So, two successive days he fainted dead. 
 
 And only on the third essay, gave up, 
 
 Confessed like flesh and blood. We could reclaim, — 
 
 Blockhead Bottini giving cause enough ! 
 
 But no, — we '11 take it as spontaneously 
 
 Confessed : we '11 have the murder beyond doubt. 
 
 Ah, fortunate (the poet's word reversed) 
 
 Inasmuch as we know our happiness ! 
 
 Had the antagonist left dubiety, 3G0 
 
 Here were we proving murder a mere myth, 
 
 And Guido innocent, ignorant, absent, — ay, 
 
 Absent ! He was — why, where should Christian be ? — 
 
 Engaged in visiting his proper church, 
 
 The duty of us all at Christmas-time ; 
 
 When Caponsacchi, the seducer, stung 
 
 To madness by his relegation, cast 
 
 About him and contrived a remedy : 
 
 To stave off what opprobrium broke afresh, 
 
 By the birth o' the babe, on him the imputed sire, 
 
 He came and quietly sought to smother up 371 
 
 His shame and theirs together, — killed the three. 
 
 And fled — (go seek him where you please to search) — 
 
 Just at the moment, Guido, touched by grace. 
 
306 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 Devotions ended, hastened to the spot, 
 
 Meaning to pardon his convicted wife, 
 
 ' Neither do I condemn thee, go in peace ! ' — 
 
 Who thus arrived i' the nick of time to catch 
 
 The charge o' the kilUng, though great-heartedly 
 
 He came but to forgive and bring to Hfe. 380 
 
 Doubt ye the force of Christmas on the soul ? 
 
 ' Is thine eye evil because mine is good ? ' 
 
 So, doubtless, had I needed argue here • 
 
 But for the full confession round and sound ! 
 
 Thus would you have some kingly alchemist, — 
 
 Whose concern should not be with proving brass 
 
 Transmutable to gold, but triumphing. 
 
 Rather, above his gold changed out of brass, 
 
 Not vulgarly to the mere sight and touch, 
 
 But in the idea, the spiritual display, 390 
 
 Proud apparition buoyed by winged words 
 
 Hovering above its birth-place in the brain, — 
 
 Here would you have this excellent personage 
 
 Forced, by the gross need, to gird apron round. 
 
 Plant forge, Ught fire, ply bellows, — in a word, 
 
 Demonstrate — when a faulty pipkin's crack 
 
 May disconcert you his presumptive truth ! 
 
 Here were I hanging to the testimony 
 
 Of one of these poor rustics — four, ye Gods ! 
 
 Whom the first taste of friend the Fiscal' s cord 400 
 
 Might drive into undoing my whole speech. 
 
 Shaming truth so ! 
 
 I wonder, all the same, 
 Not so much at those peasants' lack of heart ; 
 But — Guido Franceschini, nobleman, 
 Bear pain no better ! Everybody knows 
 It used once, when my father was a boy. 
 To form a proper, nay, important point 
 I' the education of our well-born youth, 
 To take the torture handsomely at need, 410 
 
 Without confessing in this clownish guise. 
 Each noble had his rack for private use, 
 And would, for the diversion of a guest, 
 Bid it be set up in the yard of arms. 
 To take thereon his hour of exercise, — 
 Command the varletry stretch, strain their best, 
 While friends looked on, admired my lord could smile 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 307 
 
 'Mid tugging which had caused an ox to roar. 
 Men are no longer men ! 
 
 — And advocates 420 
 
 No longer Farinacci, let men add, 
 If I one more time fly from point proposed ! 
 So, Vindicatio, — here begins the same ! — 
 Honoris causa ; so we make our stand : 
 Honour in us had injury, we shall prove. 
 Or if we fail to prove such injury 
 More than misprision of the fact, — what then ? 
 It is enough, authorities declare, 
 If the result, the deed in question now. 
 Be caused by confidence that injury 430 
 
 Is veritable and no figment : since, 
 What, though proved fancy afterward, seemed fact 
 At the time, they argue shall excuse result. 
 That which we do, persuaded of good cause 
 For what we do, hold justifiable ! — 
 The casuists bid : man, bound to do his best, 
 They would not have him leave that best undone 
 And mean to do the worst, — though fuller light 
 Show best was worst and worst would have been best. 
 Act by the present light, they ask of man. 440 
 
 Ultra quod hie no7i agitur, besides 
 It is not anyway our business here, 
 De probatione adulter ii. 
 
 To prove what we thought crime was crime indeed. 
 Ad irrogandam poenam, and require 
 Its punishment : such nowise do we seek : 
 Sed ad effectum, but 't is our concern, 
 Excusandi, here to simply find excuse, 
 Occisorem, for who did the kilhng-work, 
 Et ad illius defensionem, (mark 450 
 
 The difference !) and defend the man, just that. 
 Quo casu levior probatio 
 Exuberaret, to which end far lighter proof 
 Suffices than the prior case would claim : 
 It should be always harder to convict, 
 In short, than to establish innocence. 
 Therefore we shall demonstrate first of all 
 That Honour is a gift of God to man 
 Precious beyond compare, — which natural sense 
 Of human rectitude and purity, — 460 
 
308 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 Which white, man's soul is born with, brooks no touch : 
 
 Therefore, the sensitivest spot of all, 
 
 Woundable by a wafture breathed from black, 
 
 Is, — honour within honour, like the eye 
 
 Centred i' the ball, — the honour of our wife. 
 
 Touch us o' the pupil of our honour, then, 
 
 Not actually, — since so you slay outright, — 
 
 But by a gesture simulating touch. 
 
 Presumable mere menace of such taint, — 
 
 This were our warrant for eruptive ire 470 
 
 ' To whose dominion I impose no end.' 
 
 (Virgil, now, should not be too difficult 
 To Cinoncino, — say the early books .... 
 Pen, truce to further gambols ! Poscimur I) 
 
 Nor can revenge of injury done here 
 
 To the honour proved the life and soul of us, 
 
 Be too excessive, too extravagant : 
 
 Such wrong seeks and must have complete revenge. 
 
 Show we this, first, on the mere natural ground : 
 
 Begin at the beginning, and proceed 480 
 
 Incontrovertibly. Theodoric, 
 
 In an apt sentence Cassiodorus cites. 
 
 Propounds for basis of all household law — 
 
 I hardly recollect it, but it ends, 
 
 ' Bird mates with bird, beast genders with his like, 
 
 ' And brooks no interference : ' bird and beast ? 
 
 The very insects ... if they wive or no, 
 
 How dare I say when Aristotle doubts ? 
 
 But the presumption is they likewise wive. 
 
 At least the nobler sorts ; for take the bee 490 
 
 As instance,— copying King Solomon, — 
 
 Why that displeasure of the bee to aught 
 
 That savours of incontinency, makes 
 
 The unchaste a very horror to the hive ? 
 
 Whence comes it bees obtain the epithet 
 
 Of castoe apes ? notably ' the chaste ' ? 
 
 Because, ingeniously saith Scaliger, 
 
 (The young one — see his book of Table-talk) 
 
 ' Such is their hatred of immodest act, 
 
 ' They fall upon the offender, sting to death.' 500 
 
 I mind a passage much confirmative 
 
 I' the Idyllist (though I read him Latinized) 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 309 
 
 ' Why ' asks a shepherd, ' is this bank unfit 
 
 ' For celebration of our vernal loves ? ' 
 
 ' Oh swain,' returns the wiser shepherdess, 
 
 ' Bees swarm here, and would quick resent our 
 
 warmth ! ' 
 Only cold-blooded fish lack instinct here, 
 Nor gain nor guard connubiality : 
 But beasts, quadrupedal, mammiferous, 
 Do credit to their beasthood : witness him, 510 
 
 That Mhdin cites, the noble elephant, 
 (Or if not ^Elian, somebody as sage) 
 Who seeing much offence beneath his nose. 
 His master's friend exceed in courtesy 
 The due allowance to that master's wife. 
 Taught them good manners and killed both at once, 
 Making his master and all men admire. 
 Indubitably, then, that master's self 
 Favoured by circumstance, had done the same 
 Or else stood clear rebuked by his own beast. 520 
 
 Adeo, tit qui honorem spernit, thus, 
 Who values his own honour not a straw, — 
 Et non recuperare curat, nor 
 Labours by might and main to salve its wound, 
 Se ulciscendo, by revenging him, 
 Nil differ at a belluis, is a brute, 
 Quinimo irrationabilior 
 Ipsismet belluis, nay, contrariwise, 
 Much more irrational than brutes themselves. 
 Should be considered, reputetur ! How ? 530 
 
 If a poor animal feel honour smart, 
 Taught by blind instinct nature plants in him, 
 Shall man, — confessed creation's master-stroke, 
 Nay, intellectual glory, nay, a god. 
 Nay, of the nature of my Judges here, — 
 Shall man prove the insensible, the block, 
 The blot o' the earth he crawls on to disgrace ? 
 (Come, that 's both solid and poetic) — man 
 Derogate, live for the low tastes alone. 
 Mean creeping cares about the animal life ? 540 
 
 May Gigia have remembered, nothing stings 
 
 Fried liver out of its monotony 
 
 Of richness like a root of fennel, chopped 
 
 Fine with the parsley : parsley-sprigs, I said — 
 
310 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 Was there need I should say ' and fennel too ' ? 
 
 But no, she cannot have been so obtuse ! 
 
 To our argument ! The fennel will be chopped. 
 
 From beast to man next mount we — ay, but, mind, 
 
 Still mere man, not yet Christian, — that, in time ! 
 
 Not too fast, mark you ! 'Tis on Heathen grounds 
 
 We next defend our act : then, fairly urge — 551 
 
 If this were done of old, in a green tree, 
 
 Allowed in the Spring rawness of our kind, 
 
 What may be licensed in the Autumn dry, 
 
 And ripe, the latter harvest-tide of man ? - 
 
 If, with his poor and primitive half-lights. 
 
 The Pagan, whom our devils served for gods. 
 
 Could stigmatise the breach of marriage-vow 
 
 As that which blood, blood only might efface, — 
 
 Absolve the husband, outraged, whose revenge 560 
 
 Anticipated law, plied sword himself, — 
 
 How with the Christian in full blaze of day ? 
 
 Shall not he rather double penalty, 
 
 Multiply vengeance, than, degenerate. 
 
 Let privilege be minished, droop, decay ? 
 
 Therefore set forth at large the ancient law ! 
 
 Superabundant the examples be 
 
 To pick and choose from. The Athenian Code, 
 
 Solon's, the name is serviceable, — then, 569 
 
 The Laws of the Twelve Tables, that fifteenth, — 
 
 ' Romulus ' likewise rolls out round and large. 
 
 The Julian ; the Cornelian ; Gracchus' Law : 
 
 So old a chime, the bells ring of themselves ! 
 
 Spreti can set that going if he xDlease, 
 
 I j)oint you, for my part, the belfry out, 
 
 Intent to rise from dusk, diluculum, 
 
 Into the Christian day shall broaden next. 
 
 First, the fit compliment to His Holiness 
 
 Happily reigning : then sustain the point — 
 
 All that was long ago declared as law . 580 
 
 By the early Revelation, stands confirmed 
 
 By Apostle and Evangelist and Saint, — 
 
 To- wit — that Honour is the suj^reme good. 
 
 Why should I baulk Saint Jerome of his phrase ? 
 
 Ubi honor non est, where no honour is, 
 
 Ibi contempius est ; and where contempt. 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 311 
 
 Ihi injuria jrequens ; and where that, 
 
 The frequent injury, ihi et indignatio ; 
 
 And where the indignation, ihi quies 
 
 Nulla ; and where there is no quietude, 590 
 
 Why, ihi, there, the mind is often cast 
 
 Down from the heights where it proposed to dwell, 
 
 Mens a proposito scepe dejicitur. 
 
 And naturally the mind is so cast down, 
 
 Since harder 't is, quum difjicilius sit, 
 
 Iram cohibere, to coerce one's wrath, 
 
 Quam mir acuta facer e, than work miracles, — 
 
 Saint Gregory smiles in his First Dialogue : 
 
 Whence we infer, the ingenuous soul, the man 
 
 Who makes esteem of honour and repute, 600 
 
 Whenever honour and repute are touched, 
 
 Arrives at term of fury and despair, 
 
 Loses all guidance from the reason-check : 
 
 As in delirium, or a frenzy-fit. 
 
 Nor fury nor despair he satiates, — no, 
 
 Not even if he attain the impossible, 
 
 O'erturn the hinges of the universe 
 
 To annihilate — not whoso caused the smart 
 
 Solely, the author simply of his pain, 
 
 But the place, the memory, vituperii, 610 
 
 0' the shame and scorn : quia, — says Solomon, 
 
 (The Holy Spirit speaking by his mouth 
 
 In Proverbs, the sixth chapter near the end) 
 
 — Because, the zeal and fury of a man, 
 
 Zelus et furor viri, will not spare, 
 
 Non parcet, in the day of his revenge, 
 
 In die vindictos, nor will acquiesce, 
 
 Nee acquiescet, through a person's prayers, 
 
 Cujusdam precibus, — nee suscipiet, 
 
 Nor yet take, pro redemptione, for 620 
 
 Redemption, dona plurium, gifts of friends, 
 
 Nor money-payment to compound for ache. 
 
 Who recognises not my client's case ? 
 
 Whereto, as strangely consentaneous here. 
 
 Adduce Saint Bernard in the Epistle writ 
 
 To Robertulus, his nephew : Too much grief. 
 
 Dolor quippe ninnius non deliherat, 
 
 Does not excogitate propriety, 
 
 Non verecundatur, nor knows shame at all, 
 
 Non consulit rationem, nor consults 630 
 
312 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 Reason, non dignitatis metuit 
 
 Damnum^ nor dreads the loss of dignity ; 
 
 Modum et ordinem, order and the mode, 
 
 Ignorat, it ignores : why, trait for trait, 
 
 Was ever portrait Umned so Ul^e the Ufe ? 
 
 (By Cavalier Maratta, shall I say ? 
 
 I hear he 's first in reputation now.) 
 
 Yes, that of Samson in the Sacred Text : 
 
 That 's not so much the portrait as the man ! 
 
 Samson in Gaza was the antetype 640 
 
 Of Guido at Rome : for note the Nazarite ! 
 
 Blinded he was, — an easy thing to bear. 
 
 Intrepidly he took imprisonment. 
 
 Gyves, stripes and daily labour at the mill : 
 
 But when he found himself, i' the public place, 
 
 Destined to make the common people sport, 
 
 Disdain burned up with such an impetus 
 
 I' the breast of him that, all of him on fire, 
 
 Moriatur, roared he, let my soul's self die, 
 
 Anima mea, with the Philistines ! 650 
 
 So, pulled down pillar, roof, and death and all, 
 
 Multosque plures inter fecit, ay. 
 
 And many more he killed thus, moriens. 
 
 Dying, quam vivus, than in his whole life, 
 
 Occiderat, he ever killed before. 
 
 Are these things writ for no example. Sirs ? 
 
 One instance more, and let me see who doubts ! 
 
 Our Lord Himself, made up of mansuetude. 
 
 Sealing the sum of sufferance up, received 
 
 Opprobrium, contumely and buffeting 000 
 
 Without complaint : but when He found Himself 
 
 Touched in His honour never so little for once, 
 
 Then outbroke indignation pent before — 
 
 * Honorem 7neum nemini daho ! ' ' No, 
 ' My honour I to nobody will give ! ' 
 
 And certainly the example so hath wrought. 
 
 That whosoever, at the proper worth. 
 
 Apprises worldly honour and repute. 
 
 Esteems it nobler to die honoured man 
 
 Beneath Mannaia, than live centuries 070 
 
 Disgraced in the eye o' the world. We find Saint Paul 
 
 No recreant to this faith delivered once : 
 
 * Far worthier were it that I died,' cries he, 
 Expedit mihi magis mori, ' than 
 
vni DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 313 
 
 ' That anyone should make my glory void,' 
 
 Quam ut gloriam meam quis evacuet ! 
 
 See, ad Corinthienses : whereupon 
 
 Saint Ambrose makes a comment with much fruit, 
 
 Doubtless my Judges long since laid to heart, 
 
 So I desist from bringing forward here — 680 
 
 (I can't quite recollect it.) 
 
 Have I proved 
 Satis super que, both enough and to spare, 
 That Revelation old and new admits 
 The natural man may effervesce in ire, 
 O'erflood earth, o'erfroth heaven with foamy rage, 
 At the first puncture to his self-respect ? 
 Then, Sirs, this Christian dogma, this law-bud 
 Full-blown now, soon to bask the absolute flower 
 Of Papal doctrine in our blaze of day, — 090 
 
 Bethink you, shall we miss one promise-streak. 
 One doubtful birth of dawn crepuscular. 
 One dew-drop comfort to humanity, 
 Now that the chalice teems with noonday wine ? 
 Yea, argue Molinists who bar revenge — 
 Referring just to what makes out our case ! 
 Under old dispensation, argue they, 
 The doom of the adulterous wife was death, 
 Stoning by Moses' law. ' Nay, stone her not, 
 ' Put her away ! ' next legislates our Lord ; 700 
 
 And last of all, ' Nor yet divorce a wife ! ' 
 Ordains the Church, ' she typifies ourself, 
 The Bride no fault shall cause to fall from Christ.' 
 Then, as no jot nor tittle of the Law 
 Has passed away — which who presumes to doubt ? 
 As not one word of Christ is rendered vain — 
 Which, could it be though heaven and earth should 
 
 pass ? 
 — Where do I find my proper punishment 
 For my adulterous wife, I humbly ask 
 Of my infallible Pope, — who now remits 710 
 
 Even the divorce allowed by Christ in lieu 
 Of lapidation Moses licensed me ? 
 The Gospel checks the Law which throws the stone, 
 The Church tears the divorce-bill Gospel grants, 
 The wife sins and enjoys impunity ! 
 What profits me the fulness of the days, 
 The final dispensation, I demand, 
 
314 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 Unless Law, Gospel and the Church subjoin 
 ' But who hath barred thee primitive revenge, 
 ' Which, like fire damped and dammed up, burns more 
 fierce ? 720 
 
 ' Use thou thy natural privilege of man, 
 ' Else wert thou found like those old ingrate Jews, 
 ' Despite the manna-banquet on the board, 
 ' A-longing after melons, cucumbers 
 ' And such like trash of Egypt left behind ! ' 
 (There was one melon, had improved our soup, 
 But did not Cinoncino need the rind 
 To make a boat with ? So I seem to think.) 
 
 Law, Gospel and the Church — from these we leap 
 
 To the very last revealment, easy rule 730 
 
 Befitting the well-born and thorough-bred 
 
 O' the happy day we live in, — not the dark 
 
 0' the early rude and acorn-eating race. 
 
 ' Behold,' quoth James, ' we bridle in a horse 
 
 ' And turn his body as we would thereby ! ' 
 
 Yea, but we change the bit to suit the growth, 
 
 And rasp our colt's jaw with a rugged spike 
 
 We hasten to remit our managed steed 
 
 Who wheels round at persuasion of a touch. 
 
 Civilization bows to decency, 740 
 
 The acknowledged use and wont, the manners, — mild 
 
 But yet imperative law, — which make the man. 
 
 Thus do we pay the proper compliment 
 
 To rank, and that society of Rome, 
 
 Hath so obliged us by its interest. 
 
 Taken our client's part instin.ctively, 
 
 As unaware defending its own cause. 
 
 What dictum doth Society lay down 
 
 I' the case of one who hath a faithless wife ? 
 
 Wherewithal should the husband cleanse his way ? 
 
 Be patient and forgive ? Oh, language fails — 751 
 
 Shrinks from depicturing his punishment ! 
 
 For if wronged husband raise not hue and cry, 
 
 Quod si maritus de aduUerio non 
 
 Conquer eretur, he 's presumed a — foh ! 
 
 Presumitur leno : so, complain he must. 
 
 But how complain ? At your tribunal, lords ? 
 
 Far weightier challenge suits your sense, I wot ! 
 
 You sit not to have gentlemen propose 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 315 
 
 Questions gentility can itself discuss. 760 
 
 Did not you prove that to our brother Paul ? 
 
 The Abate, quum judicialiter 
 
 Prosequeretur , when he tried the law, 
 
 Guidonis causam, in Count Guido's case, 
 
 Accidit ipsi, this befell himself, 
 
 Quod risum moverit et cachinnos, that 
 
 He moved to mirth and cachinnation, all 
 
 Or nearly all, fere in omnibus 
 
 Etiam sensatis et cordatis, men 
 
 Strong-sensed, sound-hearted, nay, the very Court, 
 
 Ipsismet in judicibus, I might add, 771 
 
 Non tamen dicam. In a cause like this, 
 
 So multiplied were reasons pro and con, 
 
 Delicate, intertwisted and obscure, 
 
 That law were shamed to lend a finger-tip 
 
 To unravel, readjust the hopeless twine, 
 
 While, half-a-dozen steps outside the court, 
 
 There stood a foolish trifler with a tool 
 
 A-dangle to no purpose by his side, 
 
 Had clearly cut the tangle in a trice. 780 
 
 Asserunt enim unanimiter 
 
 Doctor es, for the Doctors all assert, 
 
 That husbands, quod mariti, must be held 
 
 Viles, cornuti reputantur, vile 
 
 And branching forth a florid infamy, 
 
 Si propriis manibus, if with their own hands, 
 
 Non sumunt, they take not straightway revenge, 
 
 Vindictam, but expect the deed be done 
 
 By the Court — expectant illam fieri 
 
 Per judices, qui summopere rident, which 790 
 
 Gives an enormous guffaw for reply, 
 
 Et cachinnantur . For he ran away, 
 
 Deliquit enim, just that he might 'scape 
 
 The censure of both counsellors and crowd, 
 
 Ut vulgi et Doctorum evitaret 
 
 Censuram, and lest so he superadd 
 
 To loss of honour ignominy too, 
 
 Et sic ne istam quoque ignominiam 
 
 Amisso honori superadderet. 
 
 My lords, my lords, the inconsiderate step 800 
 
 Was — we referred ourselves to law at all ! 
 
 Twit me not with, ' Law else had punished you ! ' 
 
 Each punishment of the extra-legal step. 
 
316 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 To which the high-born preferably revert, 
 
 Is ever for some oversight, some sUp 
 
 I' the taking vengeance, not for vengeance' self. 
 
 A good thing done unhandsomely turns ill ; 
 
 And never yet lacked ill the law's rebuke. 
 
 For pregnant instance, let us contemplate 
 
 The luck of Leonardus, — see at large 810 
 
 Of Sicily's Decisions sixty-first. 
 
 This Leonard finds his wife is false : what then ? 
 
 He makes her own son snare her, and entice 
 
 Out of the town- walls to a private walk, 
 
 Wherein he slays her with commodity. 
 
 They find her body half -devoured by dogs : 
 
 Leonard is tried, convicted, punished, sent 
 
 To labour in the galleys seven years long : 
 
 Why ? For the murder ? Nay, but for the mode ! 
 
 Malus modus occidendi, ruled the Court, 820 
 
 An ugly mode of killing, nothing more ! 
 
 Another fructuous sample, — see ' De Re 
 
 ' Criminali,' in Matthaeus' divine piece. 
 
 Another husband, in no better plight, 
 
 Simulates absence, thereby tempts the wife ; 
 
 On whom he falls, out of sly ambuscade. 
 
 Backed by a brother of his, and both of them 
 
 Armed to the teeth with arms that law had blamed. 
 
 Nimis dolose, overwilily, 
 
 Fuisse operatum, was it worked, 830 
 
 Pronounced the law : had all been fairly done 
 
 Law had not found him worthy, as she did. 
 
 Of four years' exile. Why cite more ? Enough 
 
 Is good as a feast — (unless a birthday-feast 
 
 For one's Cinuccio : so, we'll finish here) 
 
 My lords, we rather need defend ourselves 
 
 Inasmuch as for a twinkling of an eye 
 
 We hesitatingly appealed to law, — 
 
 Rather than deny that, on mature advice, 
 
 We blushingly bethought us, bade revenge 840 
 
 Back to the simple proper private way 
 
 Of decent self-dealt gentlemanly death. 
 
 Judges, there is the law, and this beside, 
 
 The testimony ! Look to it ! 
 
 Pause and breathe ! 
 So far is only too plain ; we must watch, 
 Bottini will scarce hazard an .attack 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 317 
 
 Here : let 's anticipate the fellow's play, 
 
 And guard the weaker places — warily ask, 
 
 What if considerations of a sort, 850 
 
 Reasons of a kind, arise from out the strange 
 
 Peculiar unforseen new circumstance 
 
 Of this our (candour owns) abnormal act, 
 
 To bar the right of us revenging so ? 
 
 ' Impunity were otherwise your meed : 
 
 ' Go slay your wife and welcome,' — may be urged, — 
 
 ' But why the innocent old couple slay, 
 
 ' Pietro, Violante ? You may do enough, 
 
 ' Not too much, not exceed the golden mean : 
 
 ' Neither brute-beast nor Pagan, Gentile, Jew, SCO 
 
 ' Nor Christian, no nor votarist of the mode, 
 
 ' Were free at all to push revenge so far ! ' 
 
 No, indeed ? Why, thou very sciolist ! 
 
 The actual wrong, Pompilia seemed to do. 
 
 Was virtual wrong done by the parents here — 
 
 Imposing her upon us as their child — 
 
 Themselves allow : then, her fault was their fault, 
 
 Her punishment be theirs accordingly ! 
 
 But wait a little, sneak not off so soon ! 
 
 Was this cheat solely harm to Guido, pray ? 870 
 
 The precious couple you call innocent, — 
 
 Why, they were felons that law failed to clutch. 
 
 Qui ut fraudarent, who that they might rob. 
 
 Legitime vocatos, folks law called, 
 
 Adfidei commissum, true heirs to the Trust, 
 
 Partum supposuerunt, feigned this birth, 
 
 Immemores reos factos esse, blind 
 
 To the fact that, guilty, they incurred thereby, 
 
 Ultimi supplicii, hanging or aught worse. 
 
 Do you blame us that we turn law's instruments 
 
 Not mere self-seekers, — mind the public weal, 881 
 
 Nor make the private good our sole concern ? 
 
 That having — shall I say — secured a thief, 
 
 Not simply we recover from his pouch 
 
 The stolen article our property, 
 
 But also pounce upon our neighbour's purse 
 
 We opportunely find reposing there, 
 
 And do him justice while we right ourselves ? 
 
 He owes us, for our part, a drubbing say. 
 
 But owes our neighbour just a dance i' the air 890 
 
318 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 Under the gallows : so we throttle him. 
 
 The neighbour 's Law, the couple are the Thief, 
 
 We are the over-ready to help Law — 
 
 Zeal of her house hath eaten us up : for which, 
 
 Can it be. Law intends to eat up us, 
 
 Crudum Priamum, devour poor Priam raw, 
 
 ('T was Jupiter's own joke) with babes to boot, 
 
 Priamique pisinnos, in Homeric phrase ? 
 
 Shame ! and so ends the period prettily. 
 
 But even, — prove the pair not culpable, 9C0 
 
 Free as unborn babe from connivance at, 
 
 Participation in, their daughter's fault : 
 
 Ours the mistake. Is that a rare event ? 
 
 Non semel, it is anything but rare, 
 
 In contingentia facti, that by chance, 
 
 Impunes evaserunt, go scot-free, 
 
 Qui, such well-meaning people as ourselves, 
 
 Justo dolore moti, who aggrieved 
 
 With cause, apposuerunt manus, lay 
 
 Rough hands, in innocentes, on wrong heads. 910 
 
 Cite we an illustrative case in point : 
 
 Mulier Smirnea quoedam, good my lords, 
 
 A gentlewoman lived in Smyrna once, 
 
 Virum et filium ex eo conceptum, who 
 
 Both husband and her son begot by him, 
 
 Killed, interfecerat, ex quo, because, 
 
 Vir filium suum perdiderat, her spouse 
 
 Had been beforehand with her, killed her son, 
 
 Matrimonii primi, of a previous bed. 
 
 Deinde accusata, then accused, 920 
 
 Apud Dolabellam, before him that sat 
 
 Proconsul, nee duabus coedibus 
 
 Comtaminalam liberare, nor 
 
 To liberate a woman doubly-dyed 
 
 With murder, voluit, made he up his mind, 
 
 Nee condemnare, nor to doom to death, 
 
 Justo dolore impulsam, one impelled 
 
 By just grief, sed remisit, but sent her up 
 
 Ad Areopagum, to the Hill of Mars, 
 
 Sapientissimorum judicum 930 
 
 Coetum, to that assembly of the sage 
 
 Paralleled only by my judges here ; 
 
 Ubi, cognito de causa, where, the cause 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 319 
 
 Well weighed, responsum est, they gave reply, 
 
 Ut ipsa et accusator, that both sides 
 
 0' the suit, redirent, should come back again, 
 
 Post centum annos, after a hundred years. 
 
 For judgment ; et sic, by which sage decree, 
 
 Duplici parricidio rea, one 
 
 Convicted of a double parricide, 940 
 
 Quamvis etiam innocentem, though in truth 
 
 Out of the pair, one innocent at least 
 
 She, occidisset, plainly had put to death, 
 
 Undequaque, yet she altogether 'scaped, 
 
 Evasit impunis. See the case at length 
 
 In Valerius, fittingly styled Maximus, 
 
 That eighth book of his Memorable Facts. 
 
 Nor Cyriacus cites beside the mark : 
 
 Similiter uxor quae mandaverat, 
 
 Just so, a lady who had taken care, 950 
 
 Homicidium viri, that her lord be killed, 
 
 Ex denegatione debiti, 
 
 For denegation of a certain debt, 
 
 Ma*rimonialis, he was loth to pay, 
 
 Fuit pecuniaria mulcta, was 
 
 Amerced in a pecuniary mulct, 
 
 Punita, et ad posnam, and to pains, 
 
 Temporalem, for a certain space of time, 
 
 In monasterio, in a convent. 
 
 Ay, 960 
 
 In monasterio ! How he manages 
 In with the ablative, the accusative ! 
 I had hoped to have hitched the villain into verse 
 For a gift, this very day, a complete list 
 O' the prepositions each with proper case, 
 Telling a story, long was in my head. 
 What prepositions take the accusative ? 
 ^cZ to or at — who saw the cat ? — do^vn to 
 Ob, for, because of, keep her claws off ! Ah, 
 Law in a man takes the whole liberty ! 970 
 
 The muse is fettered, — just as Ovid found ! 
 
 And now, sea widens and the coast is clear. 
 What of the dubious act you bade excuse ? 
 Surely things brighten, brighten, till at length 
 Remains — so far from act that needs defence — 
 
320 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 Apology to make for act delayed 
 One minute, let alone eight mortal months 
 Of hesitation ! ' Why procrastinate ? ' 
 (Out with it my Bottinius, ease thyself !) 
 ' Right, promptly done, is twice right : right delayed 
 ' Turns wrong. We grant you should have killed your 
 wife, 981 
 
 ' But on the moment, at the meeting her 
 ' In company with the priest : then did the tongue 
 ' 0' the Brazen Head give licence, " Time is now ! " 
 ' You make your mind up : " Time is past " it peals. 
 ' Friend, you are competent to mastery 
 ' 0' the passions that confessedly explain 
 ' An outbreak, — yet allow an interval, 
 ' And then break out as if time's clock still clanged. 
 ' You have forfeited your chance, and flat you fall 
 ' Into the commonplace category 091 
 
 ' Of men bound to go softly all their days, 
 ' Obeying law.' 
 
 Now, which way make response ? 
 What was the answer Guido gave, himself ? 
 — That so to argue came of ignorance 
 How honour bears a wound : ' For, wound,' said he, 
 ' My body, and the smart is worst at first : 
 ' While, wound my soul where honour sits and rules, 
 ' Longer the sufferance, stronger grows the pain, 
 ' 'T is ex incontinenti, fresh as first.' 1<X»1 
 
 But try another tack, calm common sense 
 By way of contrast : as — Too true, my lords ! 
 We did demur, awhile did hesitate : 
 Yet husband sure should let a scruple speak 
 Ere he slay wife, — for his own safety, lords ! 
 Carpers abound in this misjudging world. 
 Moreover, there 's a nicety in law 
 That seems to justify them should they carp : 
 Suppose the source of injury a son, — 1010 
 
 Father may slay such son yet run no risk : 
 Why graced with such a privilege ? Because 
 A father so incensed with his o\vti child, 
 Or must have reason, or believe he has : 
 Quia semper, seeing that in such event, 
 Presumitur, the law is bound suppose. 
 Quod capiat pater, that the sire must take, 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 321 
 
 Bonum consilium pro filio, 
 
 The best course as to what befits his boy, 
 
 Through instinct, ex instinctu, of mere lovOj 1020 
 
 Amoris, and, paterni, fatherhood ; 
 
 Quam confideniiam, which confidence, 
 
 Non habet, law declines to entertain, 
 
 De viro, of the husband : where has he 
 
 An instinct that compels him love his wife ? 
 
 Rather is he presumably her foe : 
 
 So, let him ponder long in this bad world 
 
 Ere do the simplest act of justice. 
 
 But 
 Again — and here we brush Bottini's breast — 1030 
 Object you, ' See the danger of delay ! 
 ^ Suppose a man murdered my friend last month : 
 ' Had I come up and killed him for his pains 
 ' In rage, I had done right, allows the law : 
 ' I meet him now and kill him in cold blood, 
 ' I do wTong, equally allows the law : 
 ' Wherein do actions differ, yours and mine ? ' 
 In plenitudine intellectus es ? 
 Hast thy wits, Fisc ? To take such slayer's life. 
 Returns it life to thy slain friend at all ? 1C40 
 
 Had he stolen ring instead of stabbing friend, — 
 To-day, to-morrow or next century. 
 Meeting the thief, thy ring upon his thumb, 
 Thou justifiably hadst wrung it thence : 
 So, couldst thou wrench thy friend's life back again, 
 Though prisoned in the bosom of his foe, 
 Why, law would look complacent on thy rush. 
 Our case is, that the thing we lost, we found : 
 The honour, we were robbed of eight months since. 
 Being recoverable at any day 1050 
 
 By death of the delinquent. Go thy ways ! 
 Ere thou hast learned law, will be much to do, 
 As said the rustic while he shod the goose. 
 
 Nay, if you urge me, interval was none ! 
 From the inn to the villa — blank or else a bar 
 Of adverse and contrarious incident 
 Solid between us and our just revenge ! 
 What with the priest who flourishes his blade, 
 The wife who like a fury flings at us, 
 
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322 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 The crowd — and then the capture, the appeal lOGO 
 
 To Rome, the journey there, the journey thence, 
 
 The shelter at the House of Convertites, 
 
 The visits to the Villa, and so forth, 
 
 Where was one minute left us all this while 
 
 To put in execution that revenge 
 
 We planned o' the instant ? — as it were, plumped down 
 
 A round sound egg, o' the spot, some eight months 
 
 since 
 Rome, more propitious than our nest, should hatch ! 
 Object not, ' You reached Rome on Christmas-eve, 
 ' And, despite liberty to act at once, 1070 
 
 ' Waited a week — indecorous delay ! ' 
 Hath so the Molinism-canker, lords. 
 Eaten to the bone ? Is no reUgion left ? 
 No care for aught held holy by the Church ? 
 What, would you have us skip and miss those Feasts 
 O' the Natal Time, must we go prosecute 
 Secular business on a sacred day ? 
 Should not the merest charity expect. 
 Setting our poor concerns aside for once, 
 We hurried to the song matutinal 1080 
 
 I' the Sistine, and pressed forward for the Mass 
 The Cardinal that 's Camerlengo chaunts, 
 Then rushed on to the blessing of the Hat 
 And Rapier, which the Pope sends to what prince 
 Has done most detriment to the Infidel — 
 And thereby whet our courage if 't were blunt ? 
 Meantime, allow we kept the house a week. 
 Suppose not we were idle in our mew : 
 Picture Count Guide raging here and there — 
 ' " Money ? " I need none—" Friends ? " The word 
 
 is null. 1090 
 
 ' Match me the white was on that shield of mine 
 ' Borne at ' . . wherever might be shield to bear ; 
 ' I see my grandsire, he who fought so well 
 ' At ' . . here find out and put in time and place 
 Of what might be a fight his grandsire fought ; 
 ' I see this — I see that — ' 
 
 See to it all, 
 Or I shall scarce see lamb's fry in an hour ! 
 — Nod to the uncle, as I bid advance 1099 
 
 The smoking dish, ' This, for your tender teeth I 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 323 
 
 ' Behoves us care a little for our kin — 
 
 ' You, Sir, — who care so much for cousinship 
 
 ' As come to your poor loving nephew's feast ! ' 
 
 He has the reversion of a long lease yet — 
 
 Land to bequeath ! He loves lamb's fry, I know ! 
 
 Here fall to be considered those same six 
 
 Qualities ; what Bottini needs must call 
 
 So many aggravations of our crime, 
 
 Parasite-growth upon mere murder's back. 
 
 We summarily might dispose of such 1110 
 
 By some off-hand and jaunty fling, some skit — 
 
 ' So, since there 's proved no crime to aggravate, 
 
 ' A fico for your aggravations, Fisc ! ' 
 
 No, — handle mischief rather, — play with spells 
 
 Were meant to raise a spirit, and laugh the while 
 
 We show that did he rise we are his match ! 
 
 Therefore, first aggravation : we made up — 
 
 Over and above our simple murdering selves — 
 
 A regular assemblage of armed men, 
 
 Coadunatio armatorum, — ay, 1120 
 
 Unluckily it was the very judge 
 
 Who sits in judgment on our cause to-day 
 
 That passed the law as Governor of Rome : 
 
 ' Four men armed,' — though for lawful purpose, mark ! 
 
 Much more for an acknowledged crime, — ' shall die.' 
 
 We five were armed to the teeth, meant murder too ? 
 
 Why, that 's the very point that saves us, Fisc ! 
 
 Let me instruct you. Crime nor done nor meant, — 
 
 You punish still who arm and congregate : 
 
 For why have used bad means to a good end ? 1130 
 
 Crime being meant not done, — you punish still 
 
 The means to crime, you haply pounce upon, 
 
 Though circumstance have baulked you of their end : 
 
 But crime not only compassed but complete, 
 
 Meant and done too ? Why, since you have the end, 
 
 Be that your sole concern, nor mind those means 
 
 No longer to the purpose ! Murdered we ? 
 
 ( — ^Which, that our luck was in the present case, 
 
 Quod co7itigisse in prccsenti casu, 
 
 Is palpable, manibus palpatum est — ) 1140 
 
 Make murder out against us, nothing less ! 
 
 Of many crimes committed with a view 
 
 To one main crime, you overlook the less, 
 
324 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 Intent upon the large. Suppose a man 
 
 Having in view commission of a theft, 
 
 CHmb the town-wall : 't is for the theft he hangs, 
 
 Suppose you can convict him of such theft, 
 
 Remitted whipping due to who climbs wall 
 
 For bravery or wantonness alone, 
 
 Just to dislodge a daw's nest and no more. 1150 
 
 So I interpret you the manly mind 
 
 Of him the Judge shall judge both you and me, — 
 
 O' the Governor, who, being no babe, my Fisc, 
 
 Cannot have blundered on ineptitude ! 
 
 Next aggravation, — that the arms themselves 
 
 Were specially of such forbidden sort 
 
 Through shape or length or breadth, as, prompt, law 
 
 plucks 
 From single hand of solitary man, 
 And makes him pay the carriage with his life : 
 Delatio armorum, arms against the rule, 1160 
 
 Contra formam constitutionis , of 
 Pope Alexander's blessed memory. 
 Such are the poignard with the double prong, 
 Horn-like, when tines make bold the antlered buck. 
 And all of brittle glass — for man to stab 
 And break off short and so let fragment stick 
 Fast in the flesh to baffle surgery : 
 And such the Genoese blade with hooks at edge 
 That did us service at the Villa here. 
 Sed parcat mihl tarn eximius vir, 1170 
 
 But, let so rare a personage forgive, 
 Fisc, thy objection is a foppery ! 
 Thy charge runs, that we killed three innocents : 
 Killed, dost see ? Then, if killed, what matter how ? — 
 By stick or stone, by sword or dagger, tool 
 Long or tool short, round or triangular — 
 Poor folks, they find small comfort in a choice ! 
 Means to an end, means to an end, m}^ Fisc ! 
 Nature cries out ' Take the first arms you find ! * 
 Furor ministrat arma : where 's a stone ? 1180 
 
 Unde ml lapidem, where darts for me ? 
 Unde sagiitas ? But subdue the bard 
 And rationalize a little : eight months since, 
 Had we, or had we not, incurred your blame 
 For letting 'scape unpunished this bad pair ? 
 
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 I think I proved that in last paragraph ! 
 
 Why did we so ? Because our courage failed. 
 
 Wherefore ? Through lack of arms to fight the foe : 
 
 We had no arms or merely lawful ones, 
 
 An unimportant sword and blunderbuss, 1190 
 
 Against a foe, pollent in potency, 
 
 The amasius, and our vixen of a wife. 
 
 Well then, how culpably do we gird loin 
 
 And once more undertake the high emprise. 
 
 Unless we load ourselves this second time 
 
 With handsome superfluity of arms, 
 
 Since better say ' too much ' than ' not enough ' 
 
 And ' plus non vitiat,' too much does no harm, 
 
 Except in mathematics, sages say. 
 
 Gather instruction from the parable ! 1200 
 
 At first we are advised — ' A lad hath here 
 
 ' Seven barley loaves and two small fishes : what 
 
 ' Is that am^ong so many '^ ' Aptly asked : 
 
 But put that question twice and, quite as apt 
 
 The answer is ' Fragments, twelve baskets full ! ' 
 
 And, while we speak of superabundance, fling 
 
 A word by the way to fools that cast their flout 
 
 On Guido — ' Punishment exceeds offence : 
 
 ' You might be just but j^ou were cruel too ! ' 
 
 If so you stigmatise the stern and strict, 1210 
 
 Still, he is not without excuse — may plead 
 
 Transgression of his mandate, over-zeal 
 
 O' the part of his companions : all he craved 
 
 Was, they should fray the faces of the three : 
 
 Solummodo fassus est, he owns no more, 
 
 Dedisse mandatum, than that he desired. 
 
 Ad sfrisiandum, dicam, that they hack 
 
 And hew, i' the customary phrase, his wife, 
 
 Uxorem tantum, and no harm beside. 
 
 If his instructions then be misconceived, 1220 
 
 Nay, disobeyed, impute you blame to him ? 
 
 Cite me no Panicollus to the point, 
 
 As adverse ! Oh, I quite expect his case — 
 
 How certain noble youths of Sicily 
 
 Having good reason to mistrust their wives, 
 
 Killed them and were absolved in consequence : 
 
 While others who had gone beyond the need 
 
 By mutilation of the paramour 
 
326 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 (So Galba in the Horatian satire grieved) 
 
 — These were condemned to the galleys, as for guilt 
 
 Exceeding simple murder of a wife. 1231 
 
 But why ? Because of ugliness, and not 
 
 Cruelty, in the said revenge, I trow ! 
 
 Ex causa abscissionis partium ; 
 
 Quia nempe id facientes reputantur 
 
 Naturce ininiici, man revolts 
 
 Against such as the natural enemy. 
 
 Pray, grant to one who meant to slit the nose 
 
 And slash the cheek and slur the mouth, at most, 
 
 A somewhat more humane award than these ! 1240 
 
 Objectum funditus corruit, flat you fall, 
 
 My Fisc ! I waste no kick on you but pass. 
 
 Third aojgravation : that our act was done — 
 
 Not in the public street, where safety lies. 
 
 Not in the l3ye-place, caution may avoid. 
 
 Wood, cavern, desert, spots contrived for crime, — 
 
 But in the very house, home, nook and nest, 
 
 O' the victims, murdered in their dwelling-place. 
 
 In domo ac habitatione propria, 
 
 Where all presumably is peace and joj^ 1250 
 
 The spider, crime, pronounce we twice a pest 
 
 When, creeping from congenial cottage, she 
 
 Taketh hold with her hands, to horrify 
 
 His household more, i' the palace of the king. 
 
 All three were housed and safe and confident. 
 
 Moreover,* the permission that our wife 
 
 Should have at length domum pro carcere. 
 
 Her own abode in place of prison, — why, 
 
 We ourselves granted, by our other self 
 
 And proxy Paolo : did we make such grant, 1260 
 
 Meaning a lure ? — elude the vigilance 
 
 O' the jailor, lead her to commodious death, 
 
 While we ostensibly relented ? 
 
 Ay, 
 Just so did we, nor otherwise, my Fisc ! 
 Is vengeance lawful ? We demand our right, 
 But find it will be questioned or refused 
 By jailor, turnkey, hangdog, — what know we ? 
 Pray, how is it we should conduct ourselves ? 
 To gain our private right — break public peace, 1270 
 Do you bid us ? — trouble order with our broils ? 
 
viii DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 327 
 
 Endanger . . shall I shrink to own . . ourselves ? — 
 
 Who want no broken head nor bloody nose 
 
 (While busied slitting noses, breaking heads) 
 
 From the first tipstaff shall please interfere ! 
 
 Nam quicquid sit, for howsoever it be, 
 
 All de consensu nosiro, if with leave 
 
 Or not, a monasterio, from the nuns, 
 
 Educta esset, she had been led forth, 
 
 Potuimus id dissimulare, we 1280 
 
 May well have granted leave in pure pretence, 
 
 Ut aditum habere, that thereby 
 
 An entry we might compass, a free move 
 
 Potuissemus, to her easy death, 
 
 Ad earn occidendam. Privacy 
 
 O' the hearth, and sanctitude of home, say you ? 
 
 Would you give man's abode more privilege 
 
 Than God's ? — for in the churches where He dwells, 
 
 In quibus assistit Begum Rex, by means 
 
 Of His essence, per essentiam, all the same, 1290 
 
 Et nihilominus, therein, in eis, 
 
 Ex justa via delinquens, whoso dares 
 
 To take a liberty on ground enough, 
 
 Is pardoned, excusatur : that 's our case — 
 
 Delinquent through befitting cause. You hold. 
 
 To punish a false wife in her own house 
 
 Is graver than, what happens every day, 
 
 To hale a debtor from his hiding-place 
 
 In church protected by the Sacrament ? 
 
 To this conclusion have I brought my Fisc ? 1300 
 
 Foxes have holes, and fowls o' the air their nests ; 
 
 Praise you the impiety that follows, Fisc ? 
 
 Shall false wife yet have where to lay her head ? 
 
 ' Contra Fiscum definitum est ! ' He's done, 
 
 ' Surge et scribe, "" make a note of it ! 
 
 — If I may dally with Aquinas' word. 
 
 Or in the death-throe does he mutter still ? 
 Fourth aggravation, that we changed our garb, 
 And rusticized ourselves with uncouth hat. 
 Rough vest and goatskin wrappage ; murdered thus 
 Mutatione vestium, in disguise, 1311 
 
 Whereby mere murder got complexed with wile, 
 Turned homicidium ex insidiis. Fisc, 
 How often must I round thee in the ears — 
 
328 THE RING AND THE BOOK vm 
 
 All means are lawful to a lawful end ? 
 
 Concede he had the right to kill his wiie : 
 
 The Count indulged in a travesty ; why ? 
 
 De ilia ut vindictarrt sumeret, 
 
 That on her he might lawful vengeance take, 
 
 Commodius, with more ease, et tutius, 1320 
 
 And safelier : wants he warrant for the step ? 
 
 Read to thy profit how the Apostle once 
 
 For ease and safety, when Damascus raged, 
 
 Was let down in a basket by the wall, 
 
 To 'scape the malice of the governor 
 
 (Another sort of Governor boasts Rome !) 
 
 — Many are of opinion, — covered close, 
 
 Concealed with — Avhat except that very cloak 
 
 He left behind at Troas afterward ? 
 
 I shall not add a syllable : Molinists may ! 1330 
 
 Well, have we more to manage ? Ay, indeed ! 
 
 Fifth aggravation, that our wife reposed 
 
 Sub potestate judicis, beneath 
 
 Protection of the judge, — her house was styled 
 
 A prison, and his power became its guard 
 
 In lieu of Avail and gate and bolt and bar. 
 
 This a tough point, shrewd, redoubtable : 
 
 Because we have to supplicate the judge 
 
 Shall overlook wrong done the judgment-seat. 
 
 Now, I might suffer my own nose be pulled, 1340 
 
 As man — but then as father . . if the Fisc 
 
 Touched one hair of m}^ boy who held my hand 
 
 In confidence he could not come to harm 
 
 Crossing the Corso, at my own desire. 
 
 Going to see those bodies in the church — 
 
 What would you say to that, Don Hyacinth ? 
 
 This is the sole and single knotty point : 
 
 For, bid Tommati blink his interest. 
 
 You laud his magnanimity the while : 
 
 But baulk Tommati's office, — he talks big ! 1350 
 
 ' My predecessors in the place, — those sons 
 
 ' O' the prophets that may hope succeed me here, — 
 
 ' Shall I diminish their prerogative ? 
 
 ' Count Guido Franceschini's honour ! — well, 
 
 ' Has the Governor of Rome none ? ' 
 
 You perceive, 
 The cards are all against us. Make a j^ush, 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 329 
 
 Kick over table, as our gamesters do ! 
 
 We, do you say, encroach upon the rights, 
 
 Deny the omnipotence o' the Judge forsooth ? 1360 
 
 We, who have only been from first to last 
 
 Intent on that his purpose should prevail. 
 
 Nay, more, at times, anticipating both 
 
 At risk of a rebuke ? 
 
 But wait awhile ! 
 Cannot we lump this with the sixth and last 
 Of the aggravations — that the Majesty 
 O' the Sovereign here received a wound, to-wit, 
 Loesa Majesias, since our violence 
 Was out of envy to the course of law, 1370 
 
 In odium litis ? We cut short thereby 
 Three pending suits, promoted by ourselves 
 I' the main, — which worsens crime, accedit ad 
 Exasperationem criminis ! 
 
 Yes, here the eruptive wTath with full effect ! 
 How — did not indignation chain my tongue — 
 Could I repel this last, worst charge of all ! 
 (There is a porcupine to barbacue ; 
 Gigia can jug a rabbit well enough, 
 With sour-sweet sauce and pine-pips ; but, good Lord, 
 Suppose the devil instigate the wench 1381 
 
 To stew, not roast him ? Stew my porcupine ? 
 If she does, I know where his quills shall stick ! 
 Come, I must go myself and see to things : 
 I cannot stay much longer stewing here) 
 Our stomach . . I mean, our soul — is stirred within, 
 And we want words. We wounded Majesty ? 
 Fall under such a censure, \^'e, — who yearned 
 So much that Majesty dispel the cloud 
 And shine on us with healing on its wings, 1390 
 
 We prayed the Pope, Majestas' very self, 
 To anticipate a little the tardy pack, 
 Bell us forth deep the authoritative bay 
 Should start the beagles into sudden yelp 
 Unisonous, — and. Gospel leading Law, 
 Grant there assemble in our own behoof 
 A Congregation, a particular Court, 
 A few picked friends of quality and place, 
 M3 
 
330 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 To hear the several matters in dispute, 
 
 Causes big, little and indifferent, 1400 
 
 Bred of our marriage like a mushroom-growth, 
 
 All at once (can one brush off such too soon ?) 
 
 And so with laudable dispatch decide 
 
 Whether we, in the main (to sink detail) 
 
 Were one the Church should hold fast or let go. 
 
 ' What, take the credit from the Law ? ' j^ou ask ? 
 
 Indeed, we did ! Law ducks to Gospel here : 
 
 Why should Law gain the glory and pronounce 
 
 A judgment shall immortalize the Pope ? 
 
 Yes : our self-abnegating policy 1410 
 
 Was Joab's — we would rouse our David's sloth, 
 
 Bid him encamp against a city, sack 
 
 A place whereto ourselves had long laid siege, 
 
 Lest, taking it at last, it take our name 
 
 And be not Innocentinopolis. 
 
 But no ! The modesty was in alarm, 
 
 The temperance refused to interfere. 
 
 Returned us our petition with the word 
 
 ' Ad judices suos,' ' Leave him to his Judge ! ' 
 
 As who should say — ' Why trouble my repose ? 1420 
 
 ' Why consult Peter in a simple case, 
 
 ' Peter's wife's sister in her fever-fit 
 
 ' Might solve as readily as the Apostle's self ? 
 
 ' Are my Tribunals posed by aught so plain ? 
 
 ' Hath not my Court a conscience ? It is of age, 
 
 ' Ask it ! ' 
 
 We do ask, — but, inspire reply 
 To the Court thou bidst me ask, as I have asked — 
 Oh thou, who vigilantly dost attend 
 To even the few, the ineffectual words 1430 
 
 Which rise from this our low and mundane sphere 
 Up to thy region out of smoke and noise, 
 Seeking corroboration from thy nod 
 Who art all justice — which means mercy too 
 In a low noisy smoky world like ours 
 Where Adam's sin made peccable his seed ! 
 We venerate the father of the flock. 
 Whose last faint sands of life, the frittered gold, 
 Fall noiselessly, yet all too fast, o' the cone 
 And tapering heap of those collected years, — 1440 
 Never have these been hurried in their flow, 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 331 
 
 Though justice fain would jog reluctant arm, 
 
 In eagerness to take the forfeiture 
 
 Of guilty life : much less shall mercy sue 
 
 In vain that thou let innocence survive, 
 
 Precipitate no minim of the mass 
 
 O' the all-so precious moments of thy life, 
 
 By pushing Guido into death and doom ! 
 
 (Our Cardinal engages read my speech : 1449 
 
 They say, the Pope has one half -hour, in twelve, 
 
 Of something like a moderate return 
 
 Of the intellectuals, — never much to lose ! — 
 
 If I adroitly plant this passage there, 
 
 The Fisc will find himself forestalled, I think. 
 
 Though he stand, beat till the old ear-drum break ! 
 
 — Ah, boy of my owti bowels, Hyacinth, 
 
 Wilt ever catch the knack, — requite the pains 
 
 Of poor papa, become proficient too 
 
 I' the how and why and when — the time to laugh, 
 
 The time to weep, the time, again, to pray, 1460 
 
 And all the times prescribed by Holy Writ ? 
 
 Well, well, we fathers can but care, but cast 
 
 Our bread upon the waters !) 
 
 In a word, 
 These secondary charges go to ground, 
 Since secondary, so superfluous, — motes 
 Quite from the main point : we did all and some, 
 Little and much, adjunct and principal, 
 Causa honoris. Is there such a cause 
 As the sake of honour ? By that sole test try 1470 
 Our action, nor demand if more or less. 
 Because of the action's mode, we merit blame 
 Or may-be deserve praise. The Court decides. 
 Is the end lawful ? It allows the means : 
 What we may do we may with safety do, 
 And what means ' safety ' we ourselves must judge. 
 Put case a person wrongs me past dispute : 
 If my legitimate vengeance be a blow, 
 Mistrusting my bare arm can deal the same, 
 I claim co-operation of a stick ; 1480 
 
 Doubtful if stick be tough, I crave a sword ; 
 Difiident of ability in fence, 
 I fee a friend, a swordsman to assist : 
 Take one — who may be coward, fool or knave — 
 
332 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 Why not take fifty ? — and if these exceed 
 
 I' the due degree of drubbing, whom accuse 
 
 But the first author of the aforesaid Avrong 
 
 Who put poor me to such a world of pains ? 
 
 Surgery would have just excised a wart ; 
 
 The patient made such pother, struggled so 1490 
 
 That the sharp instrument sliced nose and all. 
 
 Taunt us not that our friends performed for pay ! 
 
 For us, enough were simple honom^'s sake : 
 
 Give country clowns the dirt they comprehend, 
 
 The piece of gold ! Our reasons, which suffice 
 
 Ourselves, be ours alone ; our piece of gold 
 
 Be, to the rustic, reason and to spare ! 
 
 We must translate our motives like our speech 
 
 Into the lower phrase that suits the sense 
 
 O' the limitedly apprehensive. Let 1500 
 
 Each level have its language ! Heaven speaks first 
 
 To the angel, then the angel tames the word 
 
 Down to the ear of Tobit : he, in turn. 
 
 Diminishes the message to his dog. 
 
 And finally that dog finds how the flea 
 
 (Which else, importunate, might check his speed) 
 
 Shall learn its hunger must have holiday, — 
 
 How many varied sorts of language here, 
 
 Each following each with pace to match the step, 
 
 Haud passibus cequis ! 1510 
 
 Talking of which flea 
 Reminds me I must put in special word 
 For the poor humble following, — the four friends, 
 Sicarii, our assassins in your charge. 
 Ourselves are safe in your approval now : 
 Yet must we care for our companions, plead 
 The cause o' the poor, the friends (of old-world faith) 
 Who are in tribulation for our sake. 
 Pauperum Procurator is my style : 
 I stand forth as the poor man's advocate : 1520 
 
 And when we treat of what concerns the poor, 
 Et cum agatur de 2)ciuj)eribus, 
 In bondage, carceratis, for their sake, 
 In eorum causis, natural piety, 
 Pietas, ever ought to win the day, 
 Triumjihare debet, quia ipsi sunt, 
 Because those very paupers constitute, 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 333 
 
 Thesaurus Christi, all the wealth of Christ. 
 
 Nevertheless I shall not hold you long 
 
 With multiplicity of proofs, nor burn 1530 
 
 Candle at noon-tide, clarify the clear. 
 
 There beams a case refulgent from our books — 
 
 Castrensis, Butringarius, everywhere 
 
 I find it burn to dissipate the dark. 
 
 'T is this : a husband had a friend, which friend 
 
 Seemed to him over-friendly with his wife 
 
 In thought and purpose, — I pretend no more. 
 
 To justify suspicion or dispel, 
 
 He bids his wife make show of giving heed, 
 
 Semblance of sympathy — propose, in fine, 1540 
 
 A secret meeting in a private place. 
 
 The friend, enticed thus, finds an ambuscade, 
 
 To-wit, the husband posted with a pack 
 
 Of other friends, who fall upon the first 
 
 And beat his love and life out both at once. 
 
 These friends were brought to question for their help. 
 
 Law ruled ' The husband being in the right, 
 
 ' Who helped him in the right can scarce be wrong ' — 
 
 Opinio, an opinion every way, 
 
 Mullum tenenda cordi, heart should hold ! 1550 
 
 When the inferiors follow as befits 
 
 The lead o' the principal, they change their name, 
 
 And, non dicuntur, are no longer called 
 
 His mandatories, mandatorii. 
 
 But helpmates, sed auxiliatores ; since 
 
 To that degree does honour' sake lend aid, 
 
 Adeo ho7ioris causa est efficax, 
 
 That not alone, non solum, does it pour 
 
 Itself out, se diffundat, on mere friends, 
 
 We bring to do our bidding of this sort, 1560 
 
 In mandatorios simplices, but sucks 
 
 Along with it in wide and generous whirl, 
 
 Sed etiam assassinii qualitate 
 
 Qualificatos, people qualified 
 
 By the quality of assassination's self, 
 
 Dare I make use of such neologism, 
 
 Ut utar verbo. 
 
 Haste we to conclude : 
 Of the other points that favour, leave some few 
 For Spreti ; such as the delinquents' youth : 1570 
 
334 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 One of them falls short, by some months, of age 
 
 Fit to be managed by the gallows ; two 
 
 May plead exemption from our law's award, 
 
 Being foreigners, subjects of the Granduke — 
 
 I spare that bone to Spreti and reserve 
 
 Myself the juicier breast of argument — 
 
 Flinging the breast-blade i' the face o' the Fisc, 
 
 Who furnished me the tid-bit : he must needs 
 
 Play off his armoury and rack the clowns, — 
 
 And they, at instance of the rack, confessed 1580 
 
 All four unanimously did resolve, — 
 
 That night o' the murder, in brief minutes snatched 
 
 Behind the back of Guido as he fled, — 
 
 That, since he had not kept his promise, paid 
 
 The money for the murder on the spot, 
 
 And, reaching home again, might even ignore 
 
 The past or pay it in improper coin. 
 
 They one and all resolved, these hopeful friends. 
 
 They would inaugurate the morrow's light. 
 
 Having recruited strength with needful rest, 1590 
 
 By killing Guido as he lay asleep 
 
 Pillowed by wallet which contained their fee. 
 
 I thank the Fisc for knowledge of this fact : 
 
 What fact could hope to make more manifest 
 
 Their rectitude, Guido's integrity ? 
 
 For who fails recognise apparent here, 
 
 That these poor rustics bore no envy, hate. 
 
 Malice nor yet uncharitableness 
 
 Against the people they had put to death ? 
 
 In them, did such an act reward itself ? 1600 
 
 All done was to deserve their simple pay. 
 
 Obtain the bread they earned by sweat of brow : 
 
 Missing this pay, they missed of everything — 
 
 Hence claimed it, even at expense of life 
 
 To their own lord, so little warped were they 
 
 By prepossession, such the absolute 
 
 Instinct of equity in rustic souls ! 
 
 While he the Count, the cultivated mind, 
 
 He, wholly rapt in his serene regard 
 
 Of honour, as who contemplates the sun 1610 
 
 And hardly minds what tapers blink below, 
 
 He, dreaming of no argument for death 
 
 Except the vengeance worthy noble hearts. 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 335 
 
 Would he so desecrate the deed forsooth, 
 
 Vulgarise vengeance, as defray its cost 
 
 By money dug out of the dirty earth, 
 
 Mere irritant, in Maro's phrase, to ill ? 
 
 What though he lured base hinds by lucre's hope, — 
 
 The only motive they could masticate, 1619 
 
 Milk for babes, not strong meat which men require ? 
 
 The deed done, those coarse hands were soiled enough, 
 
 He spared them the pollution of the pay. 
 
 So much for the allegement, thine, my Fisc, 
 
 Quo nil absurdius, than which nought more mad, 
 
 Excogitari 'potest, may be squeezed 
 
 From out the cogitative brain of thee ! 
 
 And now, thou excellent the Governor ! 
 
 (Push to the peroration) coeterum 
 
 Enixe supplico, I strive in pra3^er, 
 
 Ut dominis meis, that unto the Court, 1C30 
 
 Benigna fronte, with a gracious brow, 
 
 Et oculis serenis, and mild eyes, 
 
 Perpendere placeat, it may please them weigh, 
 
 Quod dominus Guido, that our noble Count, 
 
 Occidit, did the killing in dispute, 
 
 Ut ejus honor tumulatus, that 
 
 The honour of him buried fathom-deep 
 
 In infamy, in infamia, might arise, 
 
 Resurgeret, as ghosts break sepulchre ! 
 
 Occidit, for he killed, uxor em, wife, 1640 
 
 Quia illi fuit, since she was to him, 
 
 Opprobrio, a disgrace and nothing more ! 
 
 Et genitores, killed her parents too, 
 
 Qui, who, postposita verecundia. 
 
 Having thrown off all sort of decency, 
 
 Filiam repudiarunt, had renounced 
 
 Their daughter, atque declarare non 
 
 Erubuerunt, nor felt blush tinge cheek. 
 
 Declaring, meretricis genitam 
 
 Esse, she was the offspring of a drab, 1650 
 
 Ut ipse dehonestaretur, just 
 
 That so himself might lose his social rank ! 
 
 Cujus mentem, and which daughter's heart and soul, 
 
 They, perverterunt, turned from the right course, 
 
 Et ad illicitos amores non 
 
 Dumtaxat pellexerunt, and to love 
 
338 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 Not simply did alluringly incite, 
 
 Bed vi obedientice, but by force 
 
 O' the duty, fiUalis, daughters owe, 
 
 Coegerunt, forced and drove her to the deed ; 1660 
 
 Occidit, I repeat he killed the clan, 
 
 Ne scilicet amplius in dedecore, 
 
 Lest peradventure longer life might trail, 
 
 Viveret, Unk by link his turpitude, 
 
 Invisus consanguineis, hateful so 
 
 To kith and kindred, a nobilibus 
 
 Notatus, shunned by men of quality, 
 
 Pielictus ab amicis, left i' the lurch 
 
 By friends, ab omnibus derisus, turned 
 
 A common hack-block to try edge of jokes. 1670 
 
 Occidit, and he killed them here in Borne, 
 
 In Urbe, the Eternal City, Sirs, 
 
 Nempe quce alias spectata est, 
 
 The appropriate theatre which witnessed once, 
 
 Matronam nobilem, Lucretia's self, 
 
 Abluere pudicitice maculas, 
 
 Wash off the spots of her pudicity, 
 Sanguine proprio, with her own pure blood ; 
 Quoe vidit, and which city also saw, 
 
 Patrem, Virginius, undequaque, quite, 1680 
 
 Impunem, with no sort of punishment, 
 
 Nor, et non illaudatum, lacking praise, 
 
 Sed polluentem parricidio. 
 
 Imbrue his hands with butchery, filice. 
 
 Of chaste Virginia, to avoid a rape, 
 
 Ne raperetur ad siupra ; so to heart, 
 
 Tanli illi cordi fuit, did he take, 
 
 Suspicio, the mere fancy men might have, 
 
 Honoris amittendi, of fame's loss, 
 
 Ut potius voluerit filia 1*390 
 
 Orbari, that he chose to lose his child, 
 
 Quam ilia incederet, rather than she walk 
 
 The ways an, inhonesta, child disgraced, 
 
 Licet non sponte, though against her will. 
 
 Occidit— k\\\Qd them, I reiterate — 
 
 In propria domo, in their own abode, 
 
 Ut adulter a et parentes, that each wretch, 
 
 Conscii agnoscerent, might both see and say, 
 
 Nullum locum, there's no- place, 7iullumque esse 
 
 Asylum, nor yet refuge of escape, 1700 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 337 
 
 Imx>enetrahilem, shall serve as bar, 
 
 Honofi Iceso, to the wounded one 
 
 In honour ; 7ieve ihi opprobria 
 
 Continiutrentur, killed them on the spot 
 
 Moreover, dreading lest within thoae walls 
 
 The opprobrium peradventure be prolonged, 
 
 Et domus quce testis full turpium, 
 
 And that the domicile which witnessed crime, 
 
 Esset et posnce, might watch pmiishment : 
 
 Occidit, killed, I round you in the ears, 1710 
 
 Quia alio modo, since by other mode, 
 
 Non poterat ejus existimatio. 
 
 There was no possibility his fame, 
 
 Lcesa, gashed griesly, tarn enor miter, 
 
 Ducere cicatrices, might be healed : 
 
 Occidit ut exemplum prceberet 
 
 Uxoribus, killed her so to lesson wives 
 
 Jura conjugii, that the marriage-oath. 
 
 Esse servanda, must be kept henceforth : 
 
 Occidit denique, killed her, in a word, 1720 
 
 Ut pro posse honestus viveret, 
 
 That he, please God, might creditably live. 
 
 Sin minus, but if fate willed otherwise, 
 
 Proprii honoris, of his outraged fame, 
 
 Offensi, by Mannaja, if you please, 
 
 Commiseranda victima caderet. 
 
 The pitiable victim he should fall ! 
 
 Done ! I' the rough, i' the rough ! But done ! And, lo, 
 
 Landed and stranded lies my very own, 
 
 My miracle, my monster of defence — 1730 
 
 Leviathan into the nose whereof 
 
 I have put fish-hook, pierced his jaw with thorn, 
 
 And given him to my maidens for a play ! 
 
 I' the rough, — to-morrow I review my piece. 
 
 Tame here and there undue floridity, — 
 
 It 's hard : you have to plead before these priests 
 
 And poke at them with Scripture, or you pass 
 
 For heathen and, what's worse, for ignorant 
 
 O' the quality o' the Court and what it likes 
 
 By way of illustration of the law : 1740 
 
 To-morrow stick in this, and throw out that. 
 
 And, having first ecclesiasticized. 
 
 Regularize the whole, next emphasize. 
 
338 THE RING AND THE BOOK viii 
 
 Then latinize and lastly Cicero-ize, 
 
 Giving my Fisc his finish. There 's my speech — 
 
 And where 's my fry, and family and friends ? 
 
 Where 's that old Hyacinth I mean to hug 
 
 Till he cries out, ' Jam satis ! Let me breathe ! ' 
 
 Oh, what an evening have I earned to-day ! 
 
 Hail, ye true pleasures, all the rest are false ! 1750 
 
 Oh, the old mother, oh, the fattish wife 1 
 
 Rogue Hyacinth shall put on paper toque, 
 
 And wrap himself around with mamma's veil 
 
 Done up to imitate papa's black robe, 
 
 (I 'm in the secret of the comedy, — 
 
 Part of the program leaked out long ago !) 
 
 And call himself the Advocate o' the Poor, 
 
 Mimic Don father that defends the Count, 
 
 And for reward shall have a small full glass 
 
 Of manly red rosolio to himself, 1760 
 
 — Always provided that he conjugate 
 
 Bibo, I drink, correctly — nor be found 
 
 Make the perfectum, bipsi, as last year ! 
 
 How the ambitious do so harden heart 
 
 As lightly hold by these home-sanctitudes. 
 
 To me is matter of bewilderment — 
 
 Bewilderment ! Because ambition's range 
 
 Is nowise tethered by domestic tie : 
 
 Am I refused an outlet from my home 
 
 To the world's stage ? — whereon a man should play 
 
 The man in public, vigilant for law, 1771 
 
 Zealous for truth, a credit to his kind, 
 
 Nay, — through the talent so employed as yield 
 
 The Lord his own again with usury, — 
 
 A satisfaction, yea, to God Himself ! 
 
 Well, I have modelled me by Agur's wish, 
 
 ' Remove far from me vanity and lies, 
 
 ' Feed me with food convenient for me ! ' What 
 
 I' the world should a wise man require beyond ? 
 
 Can I but coax the good fat little wife 1780 
 
 To tell her fool of a father of the prank 
 
 His scapegrace nephew played this time last year 
 
 At Carnival, — he could not choose, I think. 
 
 But modify that inconsiderate gift 
 
 0' the cup and cover (somewhere in the will 
 
 Under the pillow, someone seems to guess) 
 
 — Correct that clause in favour of a boy 
 
VIII DOMINUS HYACINTHUS 339 
 
 The trifle ought to grace with name engraved 
 
 (Would look so well produced in years to come 
 
 To pledge a memory when poor papa 1790 
 
 Latin and law are long since laid at rest) 
 
 Hyacintho dono dedit avus, — why, 
 
 The wife should get a necklace for her pains, 
 
 The very pearls that made Violante proud, 
 
 And Pietro pawned for half their value once, — 
 
 Redeemable by somebody — ne sit 
 
 Marita quce rolundioribus 
 
 Onusta mammis . . . haccis ambulet, 
 
 Her bosom shall display the big round balls, 
 
 No braver should be borne by wedded wife ! 1800 
 
 With which Horatian promise I conclude. 
 
 Into the pigeon-hole with thee, my speech ! 
 
 Off and away, first work then play, play, play ! 
 
 Bottini, burn your books, you blazing ass ! 
 
 Sing ' Tra-la-la, for, lambkins, we must live ! ' 
 
IX 
 
 JURIS DOCTOR JOHANNES- 
 BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS, 
 
 FISCI ET REV. CAM. APOSTOL. ADVOCATUS 
 
 Had I God's leave, how I would alter things ! 
 
 If I might read instead of print my speech, — 
 
 Ay, and enliven speech with many a flower 
 
 Refuses obstinately blow in print 
 
 As wildings planted in a prim parterre, — 
 
 This scurvy room were turned an immense hall ; 
 
 Opposite, fifty judges in a row ; 
 
 This side and that of me, for audience — Rome : 
 
 And, where yon window is, the Pope should be — 
 
 Watch, curtained, but yet visibly enough. 10 
 
 A buzz of expectation ! Through the crowd, 
 
 Jingling his chain and stumping with his staff, 
 
 Up comes an usher, louts him low, ' The Court 
 
 ' Requires the allocution of the Fisc ! ' 
 
 I rise, I bend, I look about me, pause 
 
 O'er the hushed multitude : I count — One, two — 
 
 Have ye seen, Judges, have ye, lights of law, — 
 
 When it may hap some painter, much in vogue 
 
 Throughout our city nutritive of arts. 
 
 Ye summon to a task shall test his worth, 20 
 
 And manufacture, as he knows and can, 
 
 A work may decorate a palace- wall, 
 
 Afford my lords their Holy Family, — 
 
 Hath it escaped the acumen of the Court 
 
 How such a painter sets himself to paint ? 
 
 Suppose that Joseph, Mary and her Babe 
 
 A-journeying to Egypt prove the piece : 
 
 Why, first he sedulously practiseth, 
 
 This painter, — girding loin and lighting lamp, — 
 
RomanaHomicidi) cum qualitate . 
 
 Til mc Ar I? f.n me p^cL^ f^ Voniam ( vt aufiituny 
 
 DomiDi Franccfchini inquifiti coniiltir in prserenfa Caufa hooo- 
 fis,obquam motus fucritad deiinqucndum Fifci propfcrca par- 
 tes func huius infubfiftcntiam oftendere , vt dcbifa poena picda- 
 tur adco atrox, & cnorme deliaum . 
 Examinandaitaquc affumo fundamcnta, quibus affcrca honoris 
 Caufa inniri poteft.^ugam fciticct infeiicis Vxorisa Dome Viri, 
 vnacum Canonico Caponfacco, cum quo in Hofpitio Caflri 
 Nouicapiafuit, Scpraetenfaslirterasamatoriasin Proccffu lupec 
 di^a fuga,3c deuiationeinlcrras ex quibus prEtcnTa Vxoris inho- 
 neftasdcfumitnr cum alia cum ulara in dido proccffu , fint om- 
 nino l«uia, vel sequiuoca, vd non probata , vt etjam coUigi po- 
 tcft ex dimiflione Franciicx Vxoris cum fola cautioncdc habcn- 
 doDoaiQcn ptoCarccrc, & D.Canonicicum tricnnali rclega- 
 tiooein Ciuitatc Vctula,qus vtiqueortendit nullam tuifle a Fi- 
 Icoincodcm ProccflTu acquifitam Icgirimam pfobarionem inho* 
 neftatis , & prajtenfa; violationis fidei coniugalis , de qua fucrac 
 per inquifuum delata . 
 Et quidcracx defendonibtis tunc hCiis , immo ex Jpfo Proceliu lu* 
 culcntcr apparuit iultiffima caula , ob quam infclix Puclla mora 
 fuitadarripicndamfugam, a Domo Viri , vr ad pioprios larcs 
 rcmcaret, &apud Parcntcsquietam, & tutam vitam tr.5ducerct. 
 Notorixquippe funtaltercationesftataivexortae obrei famiUa- 
 ris anguftiaoi inter dittos miferrima: Puclia: Parcntcs.& loqum- 
 tutToCiufque matrciu* & fratres ijfdcm fruftra lugcntibus je fuif- 
 fedcccptos fub fpecie non infimce opulentje ob fuppofitum^ 
 annuum rcddiium (cut. fyoo. qui prorfus infubfiftcns decedus 
 fuit adeout dum moram in Domo Sponfi inquifiti traxerunt in 
 Ciuitate Aj-cni adeo male ab ipfo ciuiquc Coiifaoguincis habiti 
 fuctint , vt port paucos mcnfesab cadcm reccdcrc , ac ad Vrbcm 
 rcdirecoacti lint totoque tempore, quo conuix runt continue 
 intecip^os vigucrintcontcntioncs, ^ quoenmoniae , obiuOum 
 dolorem deccptionis, quam paili fuciant exciratx , vt conitjt ex 
 EpiftoUs Abbatis Pauli Franccfchini cas praefupponcnnbus ad dc- 
 fen(am ponderatis per D, Prbcuratorcm Cbaritatis , v\- indicanti* 
 bus malum an mium,vU]ue tuncaducrfusinfeljccs Parcnrescon- 
 ccpuim , & fignantcr in iHa fcripta 6. Marni ibi : Tomo afcrmers 
 d F.S. che non v<v^ho imiLirlo nd fnodo di firricre non cffendo da pir 
 fuo fcmin.-i re ccrtcjunolc luile Icturc, chc hicrtterchbcro nfpofit' di f.utiy 
 •« e'non di parole , c nu: .:j )vno ofujluc a jc^no , chc le conji-ruu perjuo 
 rmprouero, c tmitik: .nioiu: di. intia ib'-ihcfclei ci darddt giuu'^i.ic 
 nm (redo mai ) non /- nfla-cObc cjintc >:c pur l,i: lutHciens aurcni ex 
 Epiftolisrcfuhar probaiio, vc aioi.n nc G.j^r/u tn. dc co;:t-j<-'^on'' 
 
 THE CASE AGAINST GUIDO 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 341 
 
 On what may nourish eye, make facile hand ; 30 
 
 Getteth him studies (styled by draughtsmen so) 
 
 From some assistant corpse of Jew or Turk 
 
 Or, haply, Molinist, he cuts and carves, — 
 
 This Luca or this Carlo or the like : 
 
 To him the bones their inmost secret yield, 
 
 Each notch and nodule signify their use, 
 
 On him the muscles turn, in triple tier, 
 
 And pleasantly entreat the entrusted man, — • 
 
 ' Familiarize thee with our play that lifts 
 
 ' Thus, and thus lowers again, leg, arm and foot ! ' 
 
 — Ensuring due correctness in the nude. 41 
 
 Which done, is all done ? Not a whit, ye know ! 
 
 He, — to art's surface rising from her depth, — 
 
 If some flax-polled soft-bearded sire be found, 
 
 May simulate a Joseph, (happy chance !) 
 
 Limneth exact each wrinkle of the brow, 
 
 Loseth no involution, cheek or chap. 
 
 Till lo, in black and white, the senior lives ! 
 
 Is it a young and comely peasant-nurse 
 
 That poseth ? (be the phrase accorded me !) 50 
 
 Each feminine dehght of florid lip. 
 
 Eyes brimming o'er and brow bowed down with love, 
 
 Marmoreal neck and bosom uberous, — 
 
 Glad on the paper in a trice they go 
 
 To help his notion of the Mother-Maid : 
 
 Methinks I see it, chalk a little stumped ! 
 
 Yea and her babe — that flexure of soft limbs, 
 
 That budding face imbued with dewy sleep, 
 
 Contribute each an excellence to Clirist. 
 
 Nay, since he humbly lent companionship, GO 
 
 Even the poor ass, unpanniered and elate 
 
 Stands, perks an ear up, he a model too ; 
 
 While clouted shoon, staff, scrip and water-gourd, — 
 
 Aught may betoken travel, heat and haste, — • 
 
 No jot nor tittle of these but in its turn 
 
 Ministers to perfection of the piece : 
 
 Till now, such piece before him, part by part, — 
 
 Such prelude ended, — pause our painter may, 
 
 Submit his fifty studies one by one, 69 
 
 And in some sort boast ' I have served my lords.' 
 
 But what ? And hath he i^ainted once this while ? 
 Or when ye cry ' Produce the thing required, 
 
342 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 ' Show us our picture shall rejoice its niche, 
 
 * Thy Journey through the Desert done in oils ! ' — 
 
 What, cloth he fall to shuffling 'mid his sheets, 
 
 Fumbling for first this, then the other fact 
 
 Consigned to j^aper, — ' studies,' bear the term ! — 
 
 And stretch a canvas, mix a pot of paste, 
 
 And fasten here a head and there a tail, 
 
 (The ass hath one, my Judges !) so dove-tail 80 
 
 Or, rather, ass-tail in, piece sorrily out — 
 
 By bits of reproduction of the life — 
 
 The picture, the expected Family ? 
 
 I trow not ! do I miss with my conceit 
 
 The mark, my lords ? — not so my lords were served ! 
 
 Rather your artist turns abrupt from these, 
 
 And preferably buries him and broods 
 
 (Quite away from aught vulgar and extern) 
 
 On the inner spectrum, filtered through the eye, 
 
 His brain-deposit, bred of many a drop, 90 
 
 E pluribus unum : and the wiser he ! 
 
 For in that brain, — their fancy sees at work, 
 
 Could my lords peep indulged, — results alone, 
 
 Not processes which nourish the result. 
 
 Would they discover and appreciate, — life 
 
 Fed by digestion, not raw food itself. 
 
 No gobbets but smooth comfortable chyme 
 
 Secreted from each snapped-up crudity, — 
 
 Less distinct, part by part, but in the whole 
 
 Truer to the subject, — the main central truth 100 
 
 And soul o' the picture, would my Judges spy, — 
 
 Not those mere fragmentary studied facts 
 
 Which answer to the outward frame and flesh — • 
 
 Not this nose, not that eyebrow, the other fact 
 
 Of man's staff, woman's stole or infant's clout. 
 
 But lo, a spirit-birth conceived of flesh. 
 
 Truth rare and real, not transcripts, fact and false. 
 
 The studies — for his pupils and himself ! 
 
 The picture be for our eximious Rome 
 
 And — who knows ? — satisfy its Governor, no 
 
 Whose new wing to the villa he hath bought 
 
 (God give him joy of it) by Capena, soon 
 
 ('T is bruited) shall be glowing with the brush 
 
 Of who hath long surpassed the Florentine, 
 
 The Urbinate and . . . what if I dared add. 
 
 Even his master, yea the Cortonese, — 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 343 
 
 I mean the accomplished Giro Ferri, Sirs ! 
 (_r)id not he die ? I'll see before I print.) 
 
 End we exordium, Phoebus plucks my ear ! 
 
 Thus then, just so and no whit otherAvise, 120 
 
 Have I, — engaged as I were Giro's self, 
 
 To paint a parallel, a Family, 
 
 The patriarch Pietro with his wise old wife 
 
 To boot (as if one introduced Saint Anne 
 
 By bold conjecture to complete the group) 
 
 And juvenile Pompilia with her babe. 
 
 Who, seeking safety in the wilderness, 
 
 Were all surprised by Herod, while outstretched 
 
 In sleep beneath a palm-tree by a spring. 
 
 And killed, — the very circumstance I paint, 130 
 
 Moving the pity and terror of my lords — 
 
 Exactly so have I, a month at least. 
 
 Your Fiscal, made me cognizant of facts, 
 
 Searched out, pried into, pressed the meaning forth 
 
 Of every piece of evidence in point, 
 
 How bloody Herod slew these innocents, — 
 
 Until the glad result is gained, the group 
 
 Demonstrably presented in detail, 
 
 Their slumber and his onslaught, — like as life. 
 
 Yea and, availing me of help allowed 140 
 
 By law, discreet provision lest my lords 
 
 Be too much troubled by effrontery, — 
 
 The rack, law plies suspected crime withal — 
 
 (Law that hath listened while the lyrist sang 
 
 ' Lene tormentum ingenio admoves,' 
 
 Gently thou joggest by a twinge the wit, 
 
 ' Plerumque duro' else were slow to blab !) 
 
 Through this concession my full cup runs o'er : 
 
 The guilty owns his guilt without reserve. 
 
 Therefore by part and part I clutch my case 150 
 
 Which, in entirety now, — momentous task, — 
 
 My lords demand, so render them I must, 
 
 Since, one poor pleading more and I have done. 
 
 But shall I ply my papers, play my proofs, 
 
 Parade my studies, fifty in a row, 
 
 As though the Gourt were yet in pupilage 
 
 And not the artist's ultimate appeal ? 
 
 Much rather let me soar the height prescribed 
 
 And, bowing low, proffer my picture's self ! 
 
344 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 No more of proof, disproof, — such virtue was, iCO 
 
 Such vice was never in Pompiha, nov/ ! 
 
 Far better say ' Behold Pompiha \ ' — (for 
 
 I leave the family as unmanageable, 
 
 And stick to just one portrait, but life-size.) 
 
 Hath calumny imputed to the fair 
 
 A blemish, mole on cheek or wart on chin, 
 
 Much more, blind hidden horrors best unnamed ? 
 
 Shall I descend to prove you, point by point, 
 
 Never was knock-knee known nor splay-foot found 
 
 In Plu*yne ? (I must let the portrait go, 170 
 
 Content me with the model, I believe) — 
 
 — I prove this ? An indignant sweep of hand, 
 
 Dash at and doing away with draper}^. 
 
 And, — use your eyes, Athenians, smooth she smiles ! 
 
 Or, — since my client can no longer smile. 
 
 And more appropriate instances abound, — 
 
 What is this Tale of Tarquin, how the slave 
 
 Was caught by him, preferred to Collatine ? 
 
 Thou, even from thy corpse-clothes virginal, 
 
 Look'st the lie dead, Lucre tia ! 180 
 
 Thus at least 
 I, by the guidance of antiquity, 
 (Our one infallible guide) now operate, 
 Sure that the innocency shown is safe ; 
 Sure, too, that, while I plead, the echoes cry 
 (Lend my weak voice thy trump, sonorous Fame !) 
 ' Monstrosity the Phrynean shape shall mar, 
 * Lucretia's soul comport with Tarquin's lie, 
 ' When thistles grow on vines or thorns yield figs, 
 ' Or oblique sentence leave this judgment-seat ! ' 190 
 
 A great theme : may my strength be adequate ! 
 
 For — paint Pompilia, dares my feebleness ? 
 
 How did I unaware engage so much 
 
 — Find myself undertaking to produce 
 
 A faultless nature in a flawless form ? 
 
 What 's here ? Oh, turn aside nor dare the blaze 
 
 Of such a crown, such constellation, say, 
 
 As jewels here thy front, Humanity ! 
 
 First, infancy, pellucid as a pearl ; 
 
 Then, childhood — stone which, dew-di'op at the firsts 
 
 (An old conjecture) sucks, by dint of gaze, 201 
 
 Blue from the sky and turns to sapphire so : 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 345 
 
 Yet both these gems ecHpsed by, last and best, 
 
 WomanHness and wifehood opaline, 
 
 Its milk-white pallor, — chastity, — suffused 
 
 With here and there a tint and hint of flame, — 
 
 Desire, — the lapidary loves to find. 
 
 Such jewels bind conspicuously thy brow, 
 
 Pompilia, infant, child, maid, woman, wife — 
 
 Crown the ideal in our earth at last ! 210 
 
 \Vliat should a faculty like mine do here ? 
 
 Close eyes, or else, the rashlier hurry hand ! 
 
 Which is to say, — lose no time but begin ! 
 
 Sermocinando ne declamem, Sirs, 
 
 Ultra clepsydram, as our preachers say, 
 
 Lest I exceed my hour-glass. Whereupon, 
 
 As riaccus prompts, I dare the epic plunge — 
 
 Begin at once with marriage, up till when 
 
 Little or nothing would arrest your love, 
 
 In the easeful life o' the lady ; lamb and lamb, 220 
 
 How do they differ ? Know one, you know all 
 
 Manners of maidenhood : mere maiden she. 
 
 And since all lambs are like in more than fleece, 
 
 Prepare to find that, lamb-like, she too frisks — 
 
 O' the weaker sex, my lords, the weaker sex ! 
 
 To whom, the Teian teaches us, for gift, 
 
 Not strength, — man's dower, — but beauty, nature 
 
 gave, 
 ' Beauty in lieu of spears, in lieu of shields ! ' 
 And what is beauty's sure concomitant, 
 Nay, intimate essential character, 230 
 
 But melting wiles, deliciousest deceits. 
 The whole redoubted armoury of love ? 
 Therefore of vernal pranks, dishevellings 
 0' the hair of youth that dances April in. 
 And easily-imagined Hebe-slips 
 
 O'er sward which May makes over-smooth for foot — 
 These shall we pry into ? — or wiselier wink. 
 Though numerous and dear they may have been ? 
 
 For lo, advancing Hymen and his pomp ! 
 
 Discedunt nunc amores, loves, farewell ! 240 
 
 Maneat amor, let love, the sole, remain ! 
 
 Farewell to dewiness and prime of life ! 
 
 Remains the rough determined day : dance done, 
 
346 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 To work, with plough and harrow! What comes 
 
 next ? 
 'Tis Guido henceforth guides PompiHa's step, 
 Cries ' No more friskings o'er the foodful glebe, 
 ' Else, 'ware the whip ! ' Accordingly, — first crack 
 O' the thong, — we hear that his young wife was barred, 
 Cohibita fuit, from the old free life, 
 Vitam liberiorem ducere. 250 
 
 Demur we ? Nowise : heifer brave the hind ? 
 We seek not there should lapse the natural law, 
 The proper piety to lord and king 
 And husband : let the heifer bear the yoke ! 
 Only, I crave he cast not patience off, 
 This hind ; for deem you she endures the whip. 
 Nor winces at the goad, nay, restive, kicks ? 
 What if the adversary's charge be just. 
 And all untowardly she pursue her way 
 With groan and grunt, though hind strike ne'er so 
 
 hard ? 260 
 
 If petulant remonstrance made appeal, 
 Unseasonable, o'erprotracted, — if 
 Importunate challenge taxed the public ear 
 ^Vhen silence more decorously had served 
 For protestation, — if Pompilian plaint 
 Wrought but to aggravate Guidonian ire, — 
 Why, such mishaps, ungainly though they be, 
 Ever companion change, are incident 
 To altered modes and novelty of life : 
 The philosophic mind expects no less, 270 
 
 Smilingly knows and names the crisis, sits 
 Waiting till old things go and new arrive. 
 Therefore, I hold a husband but inept 
 Who turns impatient at such transit-time. 
 As if this running from the rod would last ! 
 
 Since, even while I speak, the end is reached 
 
 Success awaits the soon-disheartened man. 
 
 The parents turn their backs and leave the house, 
 
 The wife may. wail but none shall intervene. 
 
 He hath attained his object, groom and bride 280 
 
 Partake the nuptial bower no soul to see, 
 
 Old things are passed and all again is new, 
 
 Over and gone the obstacles to peace, 
 
 Novorum — tenderly the Mantuan turns 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 347 
 
 The expression, some such purpose in his eye — 
 Nascitur ordo ! Every storm is laid, 
 And forth from plain each pleasant herb may peep, 
 Each bloom of wifehood in abeyance late : 
 (Confer a passage in the Canticles.) 
 
 But what if, as 't is wont with plant and wife, 2eo 
 
 Elowers, — after a suppression to good end, 
 
 Still, when they do spring forth,— sprout here, spread 
 
 there, 
 Anywhere likelier than beneath the foot 
 O' the lawful good-man gardener of the ground ? 
 He dug and dibbled, sowed and watered, — still 
 'T is a chance wayfarer shall pluck the increase. 
 Just so, respecting persons not too much, 
 The lady, foes allege, put forth each charm 
 And proper floweret of feminity 
 
 To whosoever had a nose to smell 300 
 
 Or breast to deck : what if the charge be true ? 
 The fault were graver had she looked with choice, 
 Fastidiously appointed who should grasp, 
 Who, in the whole town, go without the prize ! 
 To nobody she destined donative, 
 But, first come was first served, the accuser saith : 
 Put case her sort of . . in this kind . . escapes 
 Were many and oft and indiscriminate — 
 Impute ye as the action were prepense, 
 The gift particular, arguing malice so ? 310 
 
 Which butterfly of the wide air shall brag 
 ' I was preferred to Guido ' — when 't is clear 
 The cup, he quaffs at, lay with olent breast 
 Open to gnat, midge, bee and moth as well ? 
 One chalice entertained the company ; 
 And if its peevish lord object the more, 
 Mistake, misname such bounty in a wife, 
 Haste we to advertise him — charm of cheek, 
 Lustre of eye, allowance of the lip. 
 All womanly components in a spouse, ^ 320 
 
 These are no household-bread each stranger's bite 
 Leaves by so much diminished for the mouth 
 O' the master of the house at supper- time : 
 But rather like a lump of spice they lie. 
 Morsel of myrrh, which scents the neighbourhood 
 Yet greets its lord no lighter by a grain. 
 
348 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 Nay, even so, he shall be satisfied ! 
 
 Concede we there was reason in his wrong, 
 
 Grant we his grievance and content the man ! 
 
 For lo, Pompilia, she submits herself ; 330 
 
 Ere three revolving years have crowned their course. 
 
 Off and awaj^ she puts this same reproach 
 
 Of lavish bounty, inconsiderate gift 
 
 O' the sweets of wifehood stored to other ends : 
 
 No longer shall he blame ' She none excludes,' 
 
 But substitute ' She laudably sees all, 
 
 ' Searches the best out and selects the same.' 
 
 For who is here, long sought and latest found, 
 
 Waiting his turn unmoved amid the whirl, 
 
 * Constans in levitate' — Ha, my lords ? 340 
 
 Calm in his levity, — indulge the quip ! — 
 
 Since 't is a levite bears the bell away, 
 
 Parades him henceforth as Pompilia's choice. 
 
 'T is no ignoble object, husband ! Doubt'st ? 
 
 When here comes tripping Flaccus with his phrase 
 
 ' Trust me, no miscreant singled from the mob, ' 
 
 ' Crede non ilium tibi de scelesta 
 
 ' Plebe delectum,' but a man of mark, 
 
 A priest, dost hear ? Why then, submit thyself ! 
 
 Priest, ay and very phoenix of such fowl, 350 
 
 Well-born, of culture, young and vigorous, 
 
 Comely too, since precise the precept points — 
 
 On the selected levite be there found 
 
 Nor mole nor scar nor blemish, lest the mind 
 
 Come all uncandid through the thwarting flesh ! 
 
 Was not the son of Jesse ruddy, sleek, 
 
 Pleasant to look on, pleasant every way ? 
 
 Since well he smote the harp and sweetly sang. 
 
 And danced till Abigail came out to see. 
 
 And seeing smiled and smiling ministered 360 
 
 The raisin-cluster and the cake of figs. 
 
 With ready meal refreshed the gifted youth. 
 
 Till Nabal, who was absent shearing sheep. 
 
 Felt heart sink, took to bed (discreetly done — 
 
 They might have been beforehand with him else) 
 
 And died — would Guido had behaved as well ! 
 
 But ah, the faith of early days is gone, 
 
 Heu prisca fides ! Nothing died in him 
 
 Save courtesy, good sense and proper trust. 
 
 Which, when they ebb from souls they should o'erflow, 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 341) 
 
 Discover stub, weed, sludge and ugliness. 371 
 
 (The Pope, you know, is Neapolitan 
 
 And relishes a sea-side simile.) 
 
 Deserted by each charitable wave, 
 
 Guido, left high and dry, shows jealous now ! 
 
 Jealous avouched, paraded : tax the fool 
 
 With any peccadillo, he responds 
 
 ' Truly I beat my wife through jealousy, 
 
 ' Imprisoned her and punished otherwise, 
 
 ' Being jealous : now would threaten, sword in hand> 
 
 ' Now manage to mix poison in her sight, 381 
 
 ' And so forth : jealously I dealt, in fine.' 
 
 Concede the fact and what remains to prove ? 
 
 Have I to teach my masters what effect 
 
 Hath jealousy and how, befooling men. 
 
 It makes false true, abuses eye and ear. 
 
 Turns the mist adamantine, loads with sound 
 
 Silence, and into void and vacancy 
 
 Crowds a whole phalanx of conspiring foes ? 
 
 Therefore who owns ' I watched with jealousy 390 
 
 ' My wife ' adds ' for no reason in the world ! ' 
 
 What need that who says ' madman ' should remark 
 
 ' The thing he thought a serpent proved an eel ? ' — 
 
 Perchance the right Comacchian, six foot length, 
 
 And not an inch too long for that same pie 
 
 (Master Arcangeli has heard of such) 
 
 Whose succulence makes fasting bearable ; 
 
 Meant to regale some moody splenetic 
 
 Who pleases to mistake the donor's gift, 
 
 And spies — I know not what Lernaean snake 4ua 
 
 I' the luscious Lenten creature, stamps forsooth 
 
 The dainty in the dust. 
 
 Enough ! Prepare, 
 His lunes announced, for downright lunacy ! 
 Insanit homo, threat succeeds to threat, 
 And blow redoubles blow, — his wife, the block. 
 But, if a block, shall not she jar the hand 
 That buffets her ? The injurious idle stone 
 Rebounds and fits the head of him who flung. 
 Causeless rage breeds, i' the wife now, rageful cause, 
 Tyranny wakes rebellion from its sleep. 411 
 
 Rebellion, say I ? — rather, self-defence, 
 Laudable wish to live and see good days, 
 
350 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 Pricks our Pompilia on to fly the foe 
 
 By any means, at any price, — nay, more, 
 
 Nay, most of all, i' the very interest 
 
 Of the foe that, baffled of his blind desire 
 
 At any price, is truliest victor so. 
 
 Shall he effect his crime and lose his soul ? 
 
 No, dictates duty to a loving wife. 420 
 
 Far better that the unconsummate blow, 
 
 Adroitly baulked by her, should back again, 
 
 Correctively admonish his own pate ! 
 
 Crime then, — the Court is with me ? — she must crush ; 
 
 How crush it ? By all efficacious means ; 
 
 And these, — why, what in woman should they be ? 
 
 ' With horns the bull, with teeth the lion fights, 
 
 ' To woman,' quoth the l3rrist quoted late, 
 
 * Nor teeth, nor horns, but beauty. Nature gave ! ' 
 
 Pretty i' the Pagan ! Who dares blame the use 
 
 Of the armoury thus allowed for natural, — 431 
 
 Exclaim against a seeming-dubious play 
 
 O' the sole permitted weapon, spear and shield 
 
 Alike, resorted to i' the circumstance 
 
 By poor Pompilia 1 Grant she somewhat plied 
 
 Arts that allure, the magic nod and wink. 
 
 The witchery of gesture, spell of word. 
 
 Whereby the likelier to enlist this friend, 
 
 Yet stranger, as a champion on her side ? 4)9 
 
 Such, being but mere man, ('t was all she knew). 
 
 Must be made sure by beauty's silken bond, 
 
 The weakness that subdues the strong, and bows 
 
 Wisdom alike and folly. Grant the tale 
 
 O' the husband, which is false, for proved and true 
 
 To the letter, — or the letters, 1 should say, 
 
 The abominations he professed to find 
 
 And fix upon Pompilia and the priest, — 
 
 Allow them hers — for though she could not write, 
 
 In early days of Eve-like innocence 449 
 
 That plucked no apple from the knowledge-tree. 
 
 Yet, at the Serpent's word. Eve plucks and eats 
 
 And knows — especially how to read and write : 
 
 And so Pompilia, — as the move o' the maw, 
 
 Quoth Persius, makes a parrot bid ' Good-day ! ' 
 
 A crow salute the concave, and a pie 
 
 Endeavour at proficiency in speech, — 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 351 
 
 So she, through hunger after fellowship, 
 
 May well have learned, though late, to play the scribe : 
 
 As indeed, there 's one letter on the hst 
 
 Explicitly declares did happen here. 4G0 
 
 ' You thought my letters could be none of mine,' 
 
 She tells her parents — ' mine, who wanted skill ; 
 
 ' But now I have the skill, and write, you see ! ' 
 
 She needed Avrite love-letters, so she learned, 
 
 ' Negatas artifex sequi voces ' — though 
 
 This letter nowise 'scapes the common lot, 
 
 But lies i' the condemnation of the rest. 
 
 Found by the husband's self who forged them all. 
 
 Yet, for the sacredness of argument, 
 
 For this once an exemption shall it plead — 470 
 
 Anything, anything to let the wheels 
 
 Of argument run ghbly to their goal ! 
 
 Concede she wrote (which were preposterous) 
 
 This and the other epistle, — ^what of it ? 
 
 Where does the figment touch her candid fame ? 
 
 Being in peril of her life — ' my life, 
 
 * Not an hour's purchase,' as the letter runs, — 
 
 And having but one stay in this extreme. 
 
 And out of the wide world a single friend — 
 
 What could she other than resort to him, 480 
 
 And how with any hope resort but thus ? 
 
 Shall modesty dare bid a stranger brave 
 
 Danger, disgrace, nay death in her behalf — 
 
 Think to entice the sternness of the steel 
 
 Save by the magnet moves the manly mind ? 
 
 — Most of all when such mind is hampered so 
 
 By growth of circumstance athwart the life 
 
 O' the natural man, that decency forbids 
 
 He stoop and take the common privilege, 
 
 Say frank * I love,' as all the vulgar do. 490 
 
 A man is wedded to philosophy, 
 
 Married to statesmanship ; a man is old ; 
 
 A man is fettered by the foolishness 
 
 He took for wisdom and talked ten years since ; 
 
 A man is, like our friend the Canon here, 
 
 A priest, and wicked if he break his vow : 
 
 He dare to love, who may be Pope one day ? 
 
 Suppose this man could love, though, all the same — 
 
 From what embarrassment she sets him free 4'JO 
 
 Should one, a woman he could love, speak first — 
 
352 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 ' 'T is I who break reserve, begin appeal, 
 ' Confess that, whether you love me or no, 
 
 * I love you ! ' What an ease to dignity, 
 
 What help of pride from the hard high-backed chair 
 Down to the carpet where the kittens bask, 
 All under the pretence of gratitude ! 
 
 From all which, I deduce — the lady here 
 
 Was bound to proffer nothing short of love 
 
 To the priest whose service was to save her. What ? 
 
 Shall she propose him lucre, dust o' the mine, 510 
 
 Rubbish o' the rock, some diamond, muckworms prize, 
 
 Or pearl secreted by a sickly fish ? 
 
 Scarcely ! She caters for a generous taste. 
 
 'T is love shall beckon, beauty bid to breast. 
 
 Till all the Samson sink into the snare ! 
 
 Because, permit the end — permit therewith 
 
 Means to the end ! 
 
 How say you, good my lords ? 
 I hope you heard my adversary ring 
 The changes on this precept : now, let me 520 
 
 Reverse the peal ! Quia dato licito fine. 
 Ad ilium assequendum ordinata 
 Non sunt damnanda media, — licit end 
 Enough was the escape from death, I hope. 
 To legalize the means illicit else 
 Of feigned love, false allurement, fancied fact. 
 Thus Venus losing Cupid on a day, 
 (See that Idyllium Moschi) seeking help. 
 In the anxiety of motherhood. 
 
 Allowably promised ' Who shall bring report 530 
 
 ' Where he is wandered to, my winged babe, 
 
 * I give him for reward a nectared kiss ; 
 
 ' But who brings safely back the truant's self, 
 
 * His be a super-sweet makes kiss seem cold ! ' 
 Are not these things writ for example-sake ? 
 
 To such permitted motive, then, refer 
 
 All those professions, else were hard explain, 
 
 Of hope, fear, jealousy, and the rest of love ! 
 
 He is Myrtillus, Amaryllis she. 
 
 She burns, he freezes, — all a mere device 540 
 
 To catch and keep the man may save her hfe. 
 
 Whom otherwise nor catches she nor keeps ! 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 353 
 
 Worst, once, is best now : in all faith, she feigns : 
 
 Feigning, — the liker innocence to guilt, 
 
 The truer to the life is what she feigns ! 
 
 How if Ulysses, — when, for public good 
 
 He sunk particular qualms and played the spy, 
 
 Entered Troy's hostile gate in beggar's garb — 
 
 How if he first had boggled at this clout. 
 
 Grown dainty o'er that clack-dish ? Grime is grace 
 
 To whoso gropes amid the dung for gold. 551 
 
 Hence, beyond promises, we praise each proof 
 
 That promise was not simply made to break, — 
 
 No moonshine-structure meant to fade at dawn : 
 
 So call — (proofs consequent and requisite) — 
 
 What enemies allege of — more than words, 
 
 Deeds — meeting at the window, twilight-tryst, 
 
 Nocturnal entertainment in the dim 
 
 Old labyrinthine palace ; lies, we know — 
 
 Inventions we, long since, turned inside out. 5G0 
 
 Would such external semblance of intrigue 
 
 Demonstrate that intrigue must lurk perdue ? 
 
 Does every hazel-sheath disclose a nut 1 
 
 He were a Molinist who dared maintain 
 
 That midnight meetings in a screened alcove 
 
 Must argue folly in a matron — since 
 
 So would he bring a slur on Judith's self, 
 
 Commended beyond women that she lured 
 
 The lustful to destruction through his lust. 
 
 PompiUa took not Judith's liberty, 570 
 
 No faulchion find you in her hand to smite, — 
 
 No damsel to convey the head in dish, 
 
 Of Holophernes, — style the Canon so — 
 
 Or is it the Count ? If I entangle me 
 
 With my similitudes, — if wax wings melt. 
 
 And earthward down I drop, not mine the fault : 
 
 Blame your beneficence, O Court, O sun, 
 
 Whereof the beamy smile affects my flight ! 
 
 What matter, so Pompilia's fame revive 
 
 I' the warmth that proves the bane of Icarus ? 580 - 
 
 Yea, we have shown it lawful, necessary 
 Pompilia leave her husband, seek the house 
 O' the parents : and because 'twixt home and home 
 Lies a long road with many a danger rife, 
 
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354 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 Lions b}^ the way and serpents in the path, 
 
 To rob and ravish, — much behoves she keep 
 
 Each shadow of suspicion from fair fame, 
 
 For her own sake much, but for his sake more, 
 
 Tlie ingrate husband ! Evidence shall be, 689 
 
 Some witness to the world how white she walks 
 
 I' the mire she wanders through ere Rome she reach. 
 
 And who so proper witness as a priest ? 
 
 Gainsay ye ? Let me hear who dares gainsay ! 
 
 I hope we still can punish heretics ! 
 
 * Give me the man ' I say with him of Gath, 
 
 * That we may fight together ! ' None, I think : 
 The priest is granted me. 
 
 Then, if a priest. 
 One juvenile and potent : else, mayhap, 
 That dragon, our Saint George would slay, slays him. 
 And should fair face accompany strong hand, 601 
 
 The more complete equipment : nothing mars 
 Work, else praiseworthy, like a bodily flaw 
 I' the worker : as 't is said Saint Paul himself 
 Deplored the check o' the puny presence, still 
 Cheating his fulmination of its flash. 
 Albeit the bolt therein went true to oak. 
 Therefore the agent, as prescribed, she takes, — 
 A priest, juvenile, potent, handsome too, — 
 In all obedience : ' good,' you grant again. 6ia 
 
 Do you ? I would ye were the husband, lords ! 
 How prompt and facile might departure be ! 
 How boldly would Pompilia and the priest 
 March out of door, spread flag at beat of drum, 
 But that inapprehensive Guido grants 
 Neither premiss nor yet conclusion here. 
 And, purblind, dreads a bear in every bush ! 
 For his own quietude and comfort, then. 
 Means must be found for flight in masquerade 619 
 At hour when all things sleep. — ' Save jealousy ! ' 
 Right, judges ! Therefore shall the lady's wit 
 Supply the boon thwart nature baulks him of, 
 And do him service with the potent drug 
 (Helen's nepenthe, as my lords opine) 
 Shall respite blessedly each frittered nerve 
 O' the much-enduring man : accordingly, 
 There lies he, duly dosed and sound asleep, 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 355 
 
 Relieved of woes, or real or raved about. 
 
 While soft she leaves his side, he shall not wake ; 
 
 Nor stop who steals away to join her friend, 630 
 
 Nor do him mischief should he catch that friend 
 
 Intent on more than friendly office, — nay, 
 
 Nor get himself raw head and bones laid bare 
 
 In payment of his apparition ! 
 
 Thus 
 Would I defend the step, — ^were the thing true 
 Which is a fable, — see my former speech, — 
 That Guido slept (who never slept a wink) 
 Through treachery, an opiate from his wife, 
 Who not so much as knew what opiates mean. 640 
 
 Now she may start : but hist, — a stoppage still ! 
 
 A journey is an enterprise which costs ! 
 
 As in campaigns, we fight and others pay, 
 
 Suis expensis, nemo militat. 
 
 'T is Guido' s self we guard from accident, 
 
 Ensuring safety to Pompilia, versed 
 
 Nowise in misadventures by the way, 
 
 Hard riding and rough quarters, the rude fare. 
 
 The unready host. What magic mitigates 
 
 Each plague of travel to the unpractised wife ? 650 
 
 Money, sweet Sirs ! And were the fiction fact, 
 
 She helped herself thereto with liberal hand 
 
 From out the husband's store, — what fitter use 
 
 Was ever husband's money destined to ? 
 
 With bag and baggage thus did Dido once 
 
 Decamp, — for more authority, a queen ! 
 
 So is she fairly on her route at last. 
 
 Prepared for either fortune : nay and if 
 
 The priest, now all a-glow with enterprise, 
 
 Cool somewhat presently when fades the flush 660 
 
 O' the first adventure, clouded o'er belike 
 
 By doubts, misgivings how the day may die, 
 
 Though born with such auroral brilliance, — if 
 
 The brow seem over-pensive and the lip 
 
 'Gin lag and lose the prattle lightsome late, — 
 
 Vanquished by tedium of a prolonged jaunt 
 
 In a close carriage o'er a jolting road, 
 
 With only one young female substitute 
 
 For seventeen other Canons of ripe age 
 
356 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 Were wont to keep him company in church, — 670 
 
 Shall not Pompilia haste to dissipate 
 
 The silent cloud that, gathering, bodes her bale ? — 
 
 Prop the irresoluteness may portend 
 
 Suspension of the project, check the flight, 
 
 Bring ruin on them both ? — ^use every means, 
 
 Since means to the end are lau^ul ? What i' the way 
 
 Of wile should have allowance like a kiss 
 
 Sagely and sisterly administered, 
 
 Sororia saltern oscula ? We find 
 
 Such was the remedy her wit applied 680 
 
 To each incipient scruple of the priest, 
 
 If we believe, — as, w^hile my wit is mine 
 
 I cannot, — ^what the driver testifies, 
 
 Borsi, called Venerino, the mere tool 
 
 Of Guido and his friend the Governor, — 
 
 The avowal I proved wTung from out the wretch, 
 
 After long rotting in imprisonment. 
 
 As price of liberty and favour : long 
 
 They tempted, he at last succumbed, and lo 
 
 Counted them out full tale each kiss required, — 690 
 
 ' The journey was one long embrace,' quoth he. 
 
 Still, though we should believe the driver's lie, 
 
 Nor even admit as probable excuse, 
 
 Right reading of the riddle, — as I urged 
 
 In my first argument, with fruit perhaps — 
 
 That what the owl -like eyes (at back of head !) 
 
 0' the driver, drowsed by driving night and day, 
 
 Supposed a vulgar interchange of love, 
 
 This was but innocent jog of head 'gainst head. 
 
 Cheek meeting jowl as apple may touch pear 700 
 
 From branch and branch contiguous in the wind, 
 
 When Autumn blusters and the orchard rocks. 
 
 The rapid run and the rough road were cause 
 
 O' the casual ambiguity, no harm 
 
 I' the world to eyes awake and penetrative. 
 
 Yet, — ^not to grasp a truth I can forego 
 
 And safely fight Avithout and conquer still, — 
 
 Say, she kissed him, and he kissed her again ! 
 
 Such osculation w^as a potent means, 
 
 A very efficacious help, no doubt : 710 
 
 This with a third part of her nectar did 
 
 Venus imbue : why should Pompilia fling 
 
 The poet's declaration in his teeth ? — 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 357 
 
 Pause to employ what, — since it had success, 
 And kept the priest her servant to the end, — 
 We must presume of energy enough, 
 No whit superfluous, so permissible ? 
 
 The goal is gained : day, night and yet a day 
 
 Have run their round : a long and devious road 
 
 Is traversed, — many manners, various men 720 
 
 Passed in review, what cities did they see, 
 
 What hamlets mark, what profitable food 
 
 For after-meditation cull and store ! 
 
 Till Rome, that Rome whereof — this voice, 
 
 Would it might make our Molinists observe, 
 
 That she is built upon a rock nor shall 
 
 Their powers prevail against her ! — Rome, I say, 
 
 Is all but reached ; one stage more and they stop 
 
 Saved : pluck up heart, ye pair, and forward, then ! 
 
 Ah, Nature — baffled she recurs, alas ! 730 
 
 Nature imjDeriously exacts her due. 
 
 Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, 
 
 Pompilia needs must acquiesce and swoon, 
 
 Give hopes alike and fears a breathing- while. 
 
 The innocent sleep soundly : sound she sleeps. 
 
 So let her slumber, then, unguarded save 
 
 By her own chastity, a triple mail. 
 
 And his good hand whose stalwart arms have borne 
 
 The sweet and senseless burthen like a babe 
 
 From coach to couch, — the serviceable man ! 740 
 
 Nay, what and if he gazed rewardedly 
 
 On the pale beauty prisoned in embrace. 
 
 Stooped over, stole a balmy breath perhaps 
 
 For more assurance sleep was not decease — 
 
 ' Ut vidi' ' how I saw ! ' succeeded by 
 
 ' Ut peril,' ' how I sudden lost my brains ! ' 
 
 — ^What harm ensued to her iniconscious quite ? 
 
 For, curiosity — how natural ! 
 
 Importunateness — ^what a privilege 749 
 
 In the ardent sex ! And why curb ardour here ? 
 
 How can the priest but pity whom he saved ? 
 
 And pity is how near to love, and love 
 
 How neighbourly to unreasonableness ! 
 
 And for love's object, whether love were sage 
 
 Or foolish, could Pompiha know or care, 
 
358 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 Being still sound asleep, as I premised ? 
 
 Thus the philosopher absorbed by thought, 
 
 Even Archimedes, busy o'er a book 
 
 The while besiegers sacked his Syracuse, 
 
 Was ignorant of the imminence o' the point 760 
 
 0' the sword till it surprised him : let it stab, 
 
 And never knew himself was dead at all. 
 
 So sleep thou on, secure whate'er betide ! 
 
 For thou, too, hast thy problem hard to solve — 
 
 How so much beauty is compatible 
 
 With so much innocence ! 
 
 Fit place, methinks, 
 While in this task she rosily is lost. 
 To treat of and repel objection here 
 Which, — frivolous, I grant, — but, still misgives 770 
 My mind, it may have flitted, gadfly-like. 
 And teazed the Court at times — as if, all said 
 And done, there still seemed, one might nearly say, 
 In a certain acceptation, somewhat more 
 Of what may pass for insincerity. 
 Falsehood, throughout the course Pompilia took, 
 Than befits Christian. Pagans held, we know, 
 We always ought to aim at good and truth, 
 Not always put one thing in the same words : 
 Non idem semper dicere sed spectare 780 
 
 Debemus. But the Pagan yoke was light ; 
 * Lie not at all,' the exacter precept bids : 
 Each least lie breaks the law, — is sin, ye hold. 
 I humble me, but venture to submit — 
 What prevents sin, itself is sinless, sure : 
 And sin, which hinders sin of deeper dye, 
 Softens itself away by contrast so. 
 Conceive me ! Little sin, by none at all, 
 Were properly condemned for great : but great. 
 By greater, dwindles into small again. 790 
 
 Now, what is greatest sin of womanhood ? 
 That which unwomans it, abolishes 
 The nature of the woman, — impudence. 
 Who contradicts me here ? Concede me, then, 
 Whatever friendly fault may interpose 
 To save the sex from self -abolishment 
 Is three-parts on the way to virtue's rank ! 
 Now, what is taxed here as duplicity. 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 359 
 
 Feint, wile and trick, — admitted for the nonce, — 
 
 What worse do one and all than interpose, SCO 
 
 Hold, as it were, a deprecating hand, 
 
 Statuesquely, in the Medicean mode, 
 
 Before some shame which modesty would veil ? 
 
 Who blames the gesture prettily perverse ? 
 
 Thus, — lest ye miss a point illustrative, — 
 
 Admit the husband's calumny — allow 
 
 That the wife, having penned the epistle fraught 
 
 With horrors, charge on charge of crime, she heaped 
 
 O' the head of Pietro and Violante — (still 
 
 Presumed her parents) — and despatched the thing 
 
 To their arch-enemy Paolo, through free choice 811 
 
 And no sort of compulsion in the world — 
 
 Put case that she discards simplicity 
 
 For craft, denies the voluntary act. 
 
 Declares herself a passive instrument 
 
 I' the hands of Guido ; duped by knavery, 
 
 She traced the characters, she could not write, 
 
 And took on trust the unread sense which, read. 
 
 Were recognized but to be spurned at once. 
 
 Allow this calumny, I reiterate ! 820 
 
 Who is so dull as wonder at the pose 
 
 Of our Pompilia in the circumstance ? 
 
 Who sees not that the too-ingenuous soul. 
 
 Repugnant even at a duty done 
 
 Which brought beneath too scrutinizing glare 
 
 The misdemeanours, — buried in the dark, — 
 
 Of the authors of her being, she believed, — 
 
 Stung to the quick at her impulsive deed. 
 
 And willing to repair what harm it worked, 
 
 She — wise in this beyond what Nero proved, 830 
 
 Who, when needs were the candid juvenile 
 
 Should sign the warrant, doom the guilty dead, 
 
 ' Would I had never learned to write,' quoth he ! 
 
 — Pompilia rose above the Roman, cried 
 
 ' To read or write I never learned at all ! ' 
 
 splendidly mendacious ! 
 
 But time fleets : 
 liet us not linger : hurry to the end, 
 Since end does flight and all disastrously. 
 Beware ye blame desert for unsuccess, 840 
 
 Disparage each expedient else to praise. 
 
360 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 Call failure folly ! Man's best effort fails. 
 
 After ten years' resistance Troy fell flat : 
 
 Could valour save a toAvn, Troy still had stood. 
 
 Pompilia came off halting in no point 
 
 Of courage, conduct, the long journey through : 
 
 But nature sank exhausted at the close. 
 
 And, as I said, she swooned and slept all night. 
 
 Morn breaks and brings the husband : we assist 
 
 At the spectacle. Discovery succeeds. 850 
 
 Ha, how is this ? What moonstruck rage is here ? 
 
 Though we confess to partial frailty now, 
 
 To error in a woman and a wife. 
 
 Is 't by the rough way she shall be reclaimed ? 
 
 Who bursts upon her chambered privacy ? 
 
 What crowd profanes the chaste cuhiculum ? 
 
 What outcries and lewd laughter, scurril gibe 
 
 And ribald jest to scare the ministrant 
 
 Good angels that commerce with souls in sleep ? 
 
 Why, had the worst crowned Guido to his wish, 860 
 
 Confirmed his most irrational surmise. 
 
 Yet there be bounds to man's emotion, checks 
 
 To an immoderate astonishment. 
 
 'T is decent horror, regulated wrath. 
 
 Befit our dispensation : have we back 
 
 The old Pagan hcence ? Shall a Vulcan clap 
 
 His net o' the sudden and expose the pair 
 
 To the unquenchable universal mirth ? 
 
 A feat, antiquity saw scandal in 
 
 So clearly, that the nauseous tale thereof — 870 
 
 Demodocus his nugatory song — 
 
 Hath ever been concluded modern stuff 
 
 I mpossible to the mouth of the grave Muse, 
 
 So, foisted into that Eighth Odyssey 
 
 By some impertinent pickthank. O thou fool, 
 
 Count Guido Franceschini, what were gained 
 
 By publishing thy shame thus to the world ? 
 
 Were all the precepts of the wise a waste — 
 
 Bred in thee not one touch of reverence ? 
 
 Why, say thy wife — admonish we the fool, — 880 
 
 Were false, and thou bid chronicle thy shame. 
 
 Much rather should thy teeth bite Out thy tongue, 
 
 Dumb lip consort wdth desecrated brow, 
 
 Silence become historiographer. 
 
 And thou — thine own Cornelius Tacitus ! 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 361 
 
 But virtue, barred, still leaps the barrier, lords ! 
 
 — Still, moon-like, penetrates the encroaching mist 
 
 And bursts, all broad and bare, on night, ye know ! 
 
 Surprised, then, in the garb of truth, perhaps, 
 
 Pompilia, thus opposed, breaks obstacle, 890 
 
 Springs to her feet, and stands Thalassian-pure, 
 
 Confronts the foe, — nay, catches at his sword 
 
 And tries to kill the intruder, he complains. 
 
 Why, so she gave her lord his lesson back. 
 
 Crowned him, this time, the virtuous woman's way, 
 
 With an exact obedience ; he brought sword, 
 
 She drew the same, since swords are meant to, draw. 
 
 Tell not me 't is sharp play with tools on edge ! 
 
 It was the husband chose the weapon here. 
 
 Why did not he inaugurate the game 900 
 
 With some gentility of apophthegm 
 
 Still pregnant on the philosophic page. 
 
 Some captivating cadence still a-lisp 
 
 O' the poet's lyre ? Such spells subdue the surge, 
 
 Make tame the tempest, much more mitigate 
 
 The passions of the mind, and probably 
 
 Had moved Pompilia to a smiling blush. 
 
 No, he must needs prefer the argument 
 
 0' the blow : and she obeyed, in duty bound, 
 
 Returned him buffet ratiocinative — 910 
 
 Ay, in the reasoner's own interest. 
 
 For wife must follow whither husband leads. 
 
 Vindicate honour as himself prescribes. 
 
 Save him the very way himself bids save ! 
 
 No question but who jumps into a quag 
 
 Should stretch forth hand and pray one ' Pull me out 
 
 ' By the hand ! ' such were the customary cry : 
 
 But Guido pleased to bid ' Leave hand alone ! 
 
 ' Join both feet, rather, jump upon my head, 
 
 * I extricate myself by the rebound ! ' 920 
 
 And dutifully as enjoined she jumped — 
 
 Drew his own sword and menaced his own life. 
 
 Anything to content a wilful spouse. 
 
 And so he was contented — one must do 
 Justice to the expedient which succeeds, 
 Strange as it seem : at flourish of the blade, 
 The crowd drew back, stood breathless and abashed, 
 Then murmured ' This should be no wanton wdfe, 
 N3 
 
362 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 ' No conscience-stricken creature, caught i' the act, 
 ' And jDatiently awaiting our first stone : 930 
 
 ' But a poor hard-pressed all-bewildered thing, 
 ' Has rushed so far, misguidedly perhaps, 
 
 * Meaning no more harm than a frightened sheep. 
 ' She sought for aid ; and if she made mistake 
 
 ' I' the man could aid most, why — so mortals do : 
 
 ' 'Even the blessed Magdalen mistook 
 
 ' Far less forgiveably : consult the place — 
 
 ' Supposing him to be the gardener, 
 
 ' " Sir," said she, and so following.' Why more words ? 
 
 Forthwith the wife is pronounced innocent : 940 
 
 What would the husband more than gain his cause, 
 
 And find that honour flash in the world's eye. 
 
 His apprehension was lest soil had smirched ? 
 
 So, happily the adventure comes to close 
 Whereon my fat opponent grounds his charge 
 Preposterous : at mid-day he groans ' How dark ! ' 
 Listen to me, thou Archangelic swine ! 
 Where is the ambiguity to blame, 
 The flaw to find in our Pompilia ? Safe 949 
 
 She stands, see ! Does thy comment follow quick 
 ' Safe, inasmuch as at the end proposed ; 
 
 * But thither she picked way by devious path — 
 ' Stands dirtied, no dubiety at all ! 
 
 ' I recognize success, yet, all the same, 
 ' Importunately will suggestion prick — 
 ' What, had Pompiha gained the right to boast 
 
 * " No devious path, no doubtful patch was mine, 
 
 * " I saved my head nor sacrificed my foot ? " 
 ' Why, being in a peril, show mistrust 
 
 ' Of the angels set to guard the innocent ? 960 
 
 * Why rather hold by obvious vulgar help 
 ' Of stratagem and subterfuge, excused 
 
 ' Somewhat, but still no less a foil, a fault, 
 
 ' Since low with high, and good Avith bad is finked ? 
 
 ' Me thinks I view some ancient bas-relief. 
 
 ' There stands Hesione thrust out by Troy, 
 
 ' Her father's hand has chained her to a crag, 
 
 * Her mother's from the virgin plucked the vest, 
 ' At a safe distance both distressful watch, 
 
 While near and nearer comes the snorting ore. 970 
 ' I look that, white and perfect to the end, 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 363 
 
 ' She wait till Jove despatch some demigod ; 
 ' Not that, — impatient of celestial club 
 ' Alcmena's son should brandish at the beast, — 
 ' She daub, disguise her dainty limbs with pitch, 
 ' And so elude the purblind monster ! Ay, 
 ' The trick succeeds, but 't is an ugly trick, 
 ' Where needs have been no trick 1 ' 
 
 My answer ? Faugh ! 
 Nimis incongrue ! Too absurdly put ! 980 
 
 Sententiam ego teneo contrariam, 
 Trick, I maintain, had no alternative. 
 The heavens were bound wdth brass, — Jove far at 
 
 feast 
 (No feast like that thou didst not ask me to, 
 Arcangeli, — I heard of thy regale !) 
 With the unblamed iEthiop, — Hercules spun wool 
 I' the lap of Omphale, while Virtue shrieked — 
 The brute came paddling all the faster. You 
 Of Troy, who stood at distance, where 's the aid 
 You offered in the extremity ? Most and least, 990 
 Gentle and simple, here the Governor, 
 There the Archbishop, everywhere the friends. 
 Shook heads and waited for a miracle, 
 Or went their way, left Virtue to her fate. 
 Just this one rough and ready man leapt forth ! 
 — Was found, sole anti-Fabius (dare I say) 
 To restore things, with no delay at all, 
 Qui, haud cunctando, rem restituit ! He, 
 He only, Caponsacchi 'mid a crowd, 
 Caught Virtue up, carried Pompilia off 1000 
 
 Thro' the gaping impotence of sympathy 
 In ranged Arezzo : what you take for pitch. 
 Is nothing worse, belike, than black and blue, 
 Mere evanescent proof that hardy hands 
 Did yeoman's service, cared not where the gripe 
 Was more than duly energetic : bruised. 
 She smarts a little, but her bones are saved 
 A fracture, and her skin will soon show sleek. 
 How it disgusts when weakness, false-refined. 
 Censures the honest rude effective strength, — 1010 
 When sickly dreamers of the impossible 
 Decry plain sturdiness which does the feat 
 With eyes wide open ! 
 
364 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 Did occasion serve, 
 I could illustrate, if my lords allow ; 
 Quid vetat, what forbids, I aptly ask 
 With Horace, that I give my anger vent. 
 While I let breathe, no less, and recreate 
 The gravity of my Judges, by a tale — 
 A case in point — what though an apologue 1020 
 
 Graced by tradition, — possibly a fact ? 
 Tradition must precede all scripture, words 
 Serve as our warrant ere our books can be : 
 So, to tradition back we needs must go 
 For any fact's authority : and this 
 Hath hved so far (like jewel hid in muck) 
 0' the page of that old lying vanity 
 Called ' Sepher Toldoth Yeschu : ' God be praised, 
 I read no Hebrew, — take the thing on trust : 
 But I believe the writer meant no good 1030 
 
 (Blind as he was to truth in some respects) 
 To our pestiferous and schismatic . . well, 
 My lords' conjecture be the touchstone, show 
 The thing for what it is ! The author lacks 
 Discretion, and his zeal exceeds : but zeal, — 
 How rare in our degenerate day ! Enough ! 
 Here is the story, — fear not, I shall chop 
 And change a Uttle, else my Jew would press 
 All too unmannerly before the Court. 
 
 It happened once, — begins this foolish Jew, 1040 
 
 Pretending to Avrite Christian history, — 
 That three, held greatest, best and worst of men, 
 Peter and John and Judas, spent a day 
 In toil and travel through the country-side 
 On some sufficient business — I suspect, 
 Suppression of some Molinism i' the bud. 
 Foot-sore and hungry, dropping with fatigue. 
 They reached by nightfall a poor lonely grange. 
 Hostel or inn : so, knocked and entered there. 
 
 * Your pleasure, great ones ? '— ' Shelter, rest and 
 
 food ! ' 1050 
 
 For shelter, there was one bare room above ; 
 For rest therein, three beds of bundled straw : 
 For food, one wretched starveling fowl, no more — 
 Meat for one mouth, but mockery for three. 
 
 * You have my utmost.' Hoav should supper serve ? 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 3G5 
 
 Peter broke silence. ' To the spit with fowl ! 
 
 ' And while 't is cooking, sleep ! — since beds there be, 
 
 ' And, so far, satisfaction of a want. 
 
 ' Sleep we an hour, awake at supper-time, 
 
 ' Then each of us narrate the dream he had, 1060 
 
 ' And he whose dream shall prove the happiest, point 
 
 ' The clearliest out the dreamer as ordained 
 
 ' Beyond his fellows to receive the fowl, 
 
 ' Him let our shares be cheerful tribute to, 
 
 ' His the entire meal, may it do him good ! ' 
 
 Who could dispute so plain a consequence ? 
 
 So said, so done : each hurried to his straw. 
 
 Slept his hour's-sleep and dreamed his dream, and 
 
 woke. 
 ' I,' commenced John, ' dreamed that I gained the 
 
 prize 
 ' We all aspire to : the proud place was mine, 1070 
 ' Throughout the earth and to the end of time 
 ' I was the Loved Disciple : mine the meal ! ' 
 ' But I,' proceeded Peter, ' dreamed, a word 
 ' Gave me the headship of our company, 
 ' Made me the Vicar and Vice-regent, gave 
 ' The keys of Heaven and Hell into my hand, 
 ' And o'er the earth, dominion : mine the meal ! * 
 ' While I,' submitted in soft under-tone 
 The Iscariot — sense of his unworthiness 
 Turning each eye up to the inmost white — 1080 
 
 With long-drawn sigh, yet letting both lips smack, 
 '^I have had just the pitifuUest dream 
 ' That ever proved man meanest of his mates, 
 ' And born foot-washer and foot-wiper, nay 
 ' Foot-kisser to each comrade of you all ! 
 ' I dreamed I dreamed : and in that* mimic dream 
 ' (Impalpable to dream as dream to fact) 
 ' Methought I meanly chose to sleep no wink 
 ' But wait until I heard my brethren breathe ; 1089 
 ' Then stole from couch, slipped noiseless to the door, 
 ' Slid downstairs, furtively approached the hearth, 
 ' Found the fowl duly brown, both back and breast, 
 
 * Hissing in harmony with the cricket's chirp, 
 
 * Grilled to a point ; said no grace but fell to, 
 ' Nor finished till the skeleton lay bare. 
 
 * In penitence for which ignoble dream, 
 
 * Lo, I renounce my portion cheerfully ! 
 
360 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 * Fie on the flesh — be mine the ethereal gust, 
 
 * And yours the sublunary sustenance ! 
 
 ' See, that whate'er be left, ye give the poor ! ' 1100 
 
 Down the two scuttled, one on other's heel, 
 
 Stung by a fell surmise ; and found, alack, 
 
 A goodly savour, both the drumstick-bones. 
 
 And that which henceforth took the appropriate name 
 
 O' the merry-thought, in memory of the fact 
 
 That to keep wide awake is our best dream. 
 
 So, — as was said once of Thucydides 
 
 And his sole joke, ' The lion, lo, hath laughed ! ' — 
 
 Just so, the Governor and all that 's great 
 
 I' the city, never meant that Innocence 1110 
 
 Should starve thus while Authority sat at meat. 
 
 They meant to fling a bone at banquet's end, 
 
 Wished well to our Pompilia — in their dreams, 
 
 Nor bore the secular sword in vain — asleep : 
 
 Just so the Archbishop and all good like him 
 
 Went to bed meaning to pour oil and wine 
 
 I' the wounds of her, next day, — but long ere day, 
 
 They had burned the one and drunk the other : while 
 
 Just so, again, contrariwise, the priest 
 
 Sustained poor Nature in extremity 1120 
 
 By stuffing barley-bread into her mouth, 
 
 Saving Pompilia (grant the parallel) 
 
 By the plain homely and straightforward way 
 
 Taught him by common-sense. Let others shriek 
 
 ' Oh what refined expedients did we dream 
 
 ' Proved us the only fit to help the fair ! ' 
 
 He cried ' A carriage waits, jump in with me ! ' 
 
 And now, this application pardoned, lords, — 
 
 This recreative pause and breathing-while, — 
 
 Back to beseemingness and gravity ! 1130 
 
 For Law steps in : Guido appeals to Law, 
 
 Demands she arbitrate, — does well for once. 
 
 O Law, of thee how neatly was it said 
 
 By that old Sophocles, thou hast thy seat 
 
 I' the very breast of Jove, no meaiilier throned ! 
 
 Here is a piece of work now, hitherto 
 
 Begun and carried on, concluded near, 
 
 Without an eye-glance cast thy sceptre's way ; 
 
 And, lo the stumbling and discomfiture ! 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 367 
 
 Well may you call them ' lawless,' means men take 
 
 To extricate themselves through mother- wit 1141 
 
 When tangled haply in the toils of life ! 
 
 Guido would try conclusions with his foe, 
 
 Whoe'er the foe was and whate'er the offence ; 
 
 He would recover certain dowTy-dues : 
 
 Instead of asking Law to lend a hand, 
 
 What pother of sword drawn and pistol cocked, 
 
 What peddling with forged letters and paid spies, 
 
 Politic circumvention ! — all to end 
 
 As it began — by loss of the fool's head, 1150 
 
 First in a figure, presently in a fact. 
 
 It is a lesson to mankind at large. 
 
 How other were the end, would men be sage 
 
 And bear confidingly each quarrel straight, 
 
 O Law, to thy recipient mother-knees ! 
 
 How would the children light come and prompt go, 
 
 This, with a red-cheeked apple for reward, 
 
 The other, perad venture red -cheeked too 
 
 I' the rear, by taste of birch for punishment. 
 
 No foolish brawling murders any more ! 1160 
 
 Peace for the household, practice for the Fisc, 
 
 And plenty for the exchequer of my lords ! 
 
 Too much to hope, in this world : in the next, 
 
 Who knows ? Since, why should sit the Twelve 
 
 enthroned 
 To judge the tribes, unless the tribes be judged ? 
 And 't is impossible but offences come : 
 So, all 's one lawsuit, all one long leet-day ! 
 
 Forgive me this digression — that I stand 
 
 Entranced awhile at Law's first beam, outbreak 
 
 O' the business, when the Count's good angel bade 
 
 ' Put up thy sword, born enemy to the ear, 1171 
 
 ' And let Law listen to thy difference ! ' ^ 
 
 And Law does listen and compose the strife, ,; 
 
 Settle the suit, how wisely and how well ! 
 
 On our Pompilia, faultless to a fault, ' 
 
 Law bends a brow maternally severe, ; 
 
 Implies the worth of perfect chastity, j 
 
 B}^ fancying the flaw she cannot find. | 
 
 Superfluous sifting snow, nor helps nor harms : || 
 
 'T is safe to censure levity in youth, 1180 || 
 
 Tax womanhood with indiscretion, sure ! 
 
368 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 Since toys, permissible to-day, become 
 
 Follies to-morrow : prattle shocks in church : 
 
 And that curt skirt which lets a maiden skip, 
 
 The matron changes for a trailing robe. 
 
 Mothers may risk thus much with half-shut ej''es 
 
 Nodding above their spindles by the fire, 
 
 On the chance to hit some hidden fault, else safe. 
 
 Just so, Law hazarded a punishment — 
 
 If applicable to the circumstance, 1190 
 
 Why, w^ell — if not so apposite, well too. 
 
 ' Quit the gay range o' the world,' I hear her cry, 
 
 ' Enter, in lieu, the penitential pound : 
 
 ' Exchange the gauds of pomp for ashes, dust : — 
 
 ' Leave each mollitious haunt of luxury, 
 
 ' The golden-garnished silken-couched alcove, 
 
 ' The many-columned terrace that so tempts 
 
 ' Feminine soul put foot forth, nor stop ear 
 
 ' To fluttering joy of lover's serenade, 
 
 ' Leave these for cellular seclusion ; mask 1200 
 
 ' And dance no more, but fast and pray ; avaunt — 
 
 ' Be burned, thy wicked townsman's sonnet-book ! 
 
 ' Welcome, mild hymnal by . . . some better scribe ! 
 
 ' For the warm arms, were wont enfold thy flesh, 
 
 ' Let wire-shirt plough and whip-cord discipline ! ' 
 
 If such an exhortation proved, perchance. 
 
 Inapplicable, words bestowed in waste. 
 
 What harm, since law has store, can spend nor miss ? 
 
 And so, our paragon submits herself, 
 
 Goes at command into the holy house 1210 
 
 And, also at command, comes out again : 
 
 For, could the effect of such obedience prove 
 
 Too certain, too immediate ? Being healed, 
 
 Go blaze abroad the matter, blessed one ! 
 
 Art thou sound forthwith ? Speedily vacate 
 
 The step by pool-side, leave Bethesda free 
 
 To patients plentifully posted round, 
 
 Since the whole need not the physician ! Brief, 
 
 She may betake her to her parents' place. 
 
 Welcome her, father, with wide arms once more, 
 
 Motion her, mother, to thy breast again ! 1221 
 
 For why ? The law relinquishes its charge, 
 
 Grants to your dwelling-place a prison's style, 
 
 But gives you back Pompilia ; golden days, 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 369 
 
 Bedeunt Saturnia regna ! Six weeks slip, 
 
 And she is domiciled in house and home 
 
 As though she thence had never budged at all. 
 
 And thither let the husband, joyous — ay, 
 
 But contrite also — quick betake himself, 
 
 Proud that his dove which lay among the pots 1230 
 
 Hath mued those dingy feathers, — moulted now, 
 
 Shows silver bosom clothed with yellow gold. 
 
 Quick, he shall tempt her to the perch she fled, 
 
 Bid to domestic bliss the truant back ! 
 
 O let him not delay ! Time fleets how fast, 
 
 And opportunity, the irrevocable. 
 
 Once flown will flout him ! Is the furrow traced ? 
 
 If field with corn ye fail preoccupy, 
 
 Darnel for wheat and thistle-beards for grain, 
 
 Infclix lolium, carduus horridus, 1240 
 
 Will grow apace in combination prompt, 
 
 Defraud the husbandman of his desire. 
 
 Already — hist — what murmurs 'monish now 
 
 The laggard ? — doubtful, nay, fantastic bruit 
 
 Of such an apparition, such return 
 
 Interdum, to anticipate the spouse, 
 
 Of Caponsacchi's very self ! 'T is said 
 
 When nights are lone and company is rare. 
 
 His visitations brighten winter up. 
 
 If so they did — which nowise I believe — 1250 
 
 How can I ? — proof abounding that the priest. 
 
 Once fairly at his relegation-place 
 
 Never once left it — still, admit he stole 
 
 A midnight march, would fain see friend again, 
 
 Find matter for instruction in the past, 
 
 Renew the old adventure in such chat 
 
 As cheers a fireside ! He was lonely too. 
 
 He, too, must need his recreative hour. 
 
 Should it amaze the philosophic mind 
 
 If one, was wont the empurpled cup to quaff, 1 2G© 
 
 Have feminine society at will, 
 
 Being debarred abruptly from all drink 
 
 Save at the spring which Adam used for wine. 
 
 Dread harm to just the health he hoped to guard, 
 
 And, meaning abstinence, gain malady ? 
 
 Ask Tozzi, now physician to the Pope ! 
 
 ' Little by little break ' — (I hear he bids 
 
370 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 Master Arcangeli my antagonist, 
 
 Who loves good cheer — and may indulge too much—. 
 
 So I explain the logic of the plea 1270 
 
 Wherewith he opened our proceedings late) — 
 
 ' Little by little break a habit, Don ! 
 
 ' Become necessity to feeble flesh ! ' 
 
 And thus, nocturnal taste of intercourse 
 
 (Which never happened, — but, suppose it did) 
 
 May have been used to dishabituate 
 
 By sip and sip this drainer to the dregs 
 
 0' the draught of conversation, — heady stuff, 
 
 Brewage which broached, it took two days and nights 
 
 To properly discuss o' the journey, Sirs ! 1280 
 
 Such is the second-nature, men call use, 
 
 That undelightful objects get to charm 
 
 Instead of chafe : the daily colocynth 
 
 Tickles the palate by repeated dose, 
 
 Old sores scratch kindly, the ass makes a push, 
 
 Although the mill-yoke-wound be smarting yet, 
 
 For mill-door bolted on a holiday — 
 
 And must we marvel if the impulse urge 
 
 To talk the old story over now and then, 
 
 The hopes and fears, the stoppage and the haste, — 
 
 Subjects of colloquy to surfeit once ? 1291 
 
 ' Here did you bid me twine a rosy wTeath ! ' 
 
 ' And there you paid my lips a compliment ! ' 
 
 ' There you admired the tower could be so tall ! ' 
 
 ' And there you likened that of Lebanon 
 
 ' To the nose o' the beloved ! '—Trifles— still, 
 
 ' Forsan et hcec olim/ — such trifles serve 
 
 To make the minutes pass in winter-time. 
 
 Husband, return then, I re-counsel thee ! 
 
 For, finally, of all glad circumstance 1300 
 
 Should make a, prompt return imperative, 
 
 What i' the world awaits thee, dost suppose ? 
 
 O' the sudden, as good gifts are wont befall, 
 
 What is the hap of the unconscious Count ? 
 
 That which lights bonfire and sets cask a-tilt. 
 
 Dissolves the stubborn'st heart in jollity. 
 
 O admirable, there is born a babe, 
 
 A son, an heir, a Franceschini last 
 
 And best o' the stock ! Pompilia, thine the palm ! 
 
 Repaying incredulity with faith, 1310 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 371 
 
 Ungenerous thrift of each marital debt 
 
 With bounty in profuse expenditure, 
 
 PompiHa will not have the old year end 
 
 Without a present shall ring in the new — 
 
 Bestows upon her parsimonious lord 
 
 An infant for the apple of his eye, 
 
 Core of his heart, and crown completing life, 
 
 The summum honum of the earthly lot ! 
 
 ' We,' saith ingeniously the sage, ' are born 
 
 ' Solely that otheis may be born of us.' 1320 
 
 So, father, take thy child, for thine that child, 
 
 Oh nothing doubt ! In wedlock born, law holds 
 
 Baseness impossible, since '' filius est 
 
 ' Quern nuptioe demonstrant' twits the text 
 
 Whoever dares to doubt. 
 
 Yet doubt he dares ! 
 faith where art thou flown from out the world ? 
 Already on what an age of doubt we fall ! 
 Instead of each disputing for the prize. 
 The babe is bandied here from that to this. 1330 
 
 Whose the babe ? ' Cujum pecus ? ' Guido's Iamb ? 
 ' An Melib(Bi ? ' Nay, but of the priest ! 
 ' Non sed JEgonis ! ' Someone must be sire : 
 And who shall say, in such a puzzling strait, 
 If there were not vouchsafed some miracle 
 To the wife who had been harassed and abused 
 More than enough by Guido's family 
 For non-production of the promised fruit 
 Of marriage ? What if Nature, I demand, 
 Touched to the quick by taunts upon her sloth, 1340 
 Had roused herself, put for^h recondite power, 
 Bestowed this birth to vindicate her sway ? 
 Like to the favour, Maro memorized. 
 Was granted Aristseus when his hive 
 Lay empty of the swarm, not one more bee — 
 Not one more babe to Franceschini's house — 
 And lo, a new birth filled the air with joy, 
 Sprung from the bowels of the generous steed ! 
 Just so a son and heir rejoiced the Count ! 
 Spontaneous generation, need I prove 1350 
 
 Were facile feat to Nature at a pinch ? 
 Let whoso doubts, steep horsehair certain weeks, 
 In water, there will be produced a snake ; 
 
372 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 A second product of the horse, which horse 
 
 Happens to be the representative — 
 
 Now that I think on 't — of Arezzo's self 
 
 The very city our conception blessed ! 
 
 Is not a prancing horse the City-arms ? 
 
 What sane eye sees not such coincidence ? 
 
 Cur ego, boast thou, my Pompilia, then, 1360 
 
 Desperem fieri sine conjuge 
 
 Mater — how well the O vidian distich suits I — 
 
 Et parere intacto dummodo 
 
 Casta vivo ? but language baffles here. 
 
 Note, further, as to mark the prodigy, 
 
 The babe in question neither took the name 
 
 Of Guido, from the sire presumptive, nor 
 
 Giuseppe, from the sire potential, but 
 
 Gaetano — last saint of the hierarchy. 
 
 And newest namer for a thing so new : 1370 
 
 What other motive could have prompted choice ? 
 
 Therefore be peace again : exult, ye hills ! 
 
 Ye vales rejoicingly break forth in song ! 
 
 Incipe, parve puer, begin, small boy, 
 
 Risu cognoscere patrem, with a smile 
 
 To recognize thy parent ! Nor do thou 
 
 Boggle, oh parent, to return the grace — 
 
 Nee anceps hmre, pater, puero 
 
 Cognoscendo — one might well eke out the prayer ! 
 
 In vain ! The perverse Guido doubts his eyes, 1380 
 
 Distrusts assurance, lets the devil drive ; 
 
 Because his house is swept and garnished now, 
 
 He, having summoned seven like himself, 
 
 Must hurry thither, knock and enter in. 
 
 And make the last worse than the first, indeed ! 
 
 Is he content ? We are. No further blame 
 
 O' the man and murder ! They were stigmatized 
 
 Befittingly : the Court heard long ago 
 
 My mind o' the matter, which, outpouring full, 
 
 Has long since swept, like surge i' the simile 1390 
 
 Of Homer, overborne both dyke and dam, 
 
 And whelmed alike client and advocate : 
 
 His fate is sealed, his life as good as gone, 
 
 On him I am not tempted to waste word. 
 
 Yet though my purpose holds, — which was and is 
 
 And solely shall be to the very end, 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 373 
 
 To draw the true effigiem of a saint, 
 
 Do justice to perfection in the sex, — 
 
 Yet, let not some gross pamperer o' the flesh 
 
 And niggard in the spirit's nourishment, 1400 
 
 Whose feeding hath offuscated his wit 
 
 Rather than law, — he never had, to lose — 
 
 Let not such advocate object to me 
 
 I leave my proper function of attack ! 
 
 * What 's this to Bacchus ? ' — (in the classic phrase, 
 
 Well used, for once) he hiccups probabty. 
 
 O Advocate o' the Poor, thou born to make 
 
 Their blessing void — beati pauperes ! 
 
 By painting saintship I depicture sin, 
 
 Beside the pearl, I prove how black the jet, 1410 
 
 And through Pompilia's virtue, Guido's crime. 
 
 Back to her, then, — with but one beauty more, 
 End we our argument, — one crowning grace 
 Pre-eminent 'mid agony and death. 
 For to the last Pompilia played her part. 
 Used the right means to the permissible end, 
 And, wily as an eel that stirs the mud 
 Thick overhead, so baffling spearman's thrust, 
 She, while he stabbed her, simulated death. 
 Delayed, for his sake, the catastrophe, 1420 
 
 Obtained herself a respite, four days' grace, 
 Whereby she told her story to the world, 
 Enabled me to make the present speech, 
 And, by a full confession, saved her soul. 
 
 Yet hold, even here would malice leer its last. 
 Gurgle its choaked remonstrance : snake, hiss free ! 
 Oh, that 's the objection ? And to whom ? — not 
 
 her 
 But me, forsooth — as, in the very act 
 Of both confession and, what followed close, 
 Subsequent talk, chatter and gossipry, 1430 
 
 Babble to sympathizing he and she 
 Whoever chose besiege her dying bed, — 
 As this were found at variance with my tale. 
 Falsified all I have adduced for truth. 
 Admitted not one peccadillo here, 
 Pretended to perfection, first and last, 
 O' the whole procedure — perfect in the end, 
 
374 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 Perfect i' the means, perfect in everything, 
 
 Leaving a lawyer nothing to excuse, 
 
 Keason away and show his skill about ! 1440 
 
 — ^A flight, impossible to Adamic flesh, 
 
 Just to be fancied, scarcely to be wished, 
 
 And, anyhow, unpleadable in court ! 
 
 ' How reconcile ' gasps Malice ' that with this ? ' 
 
 Your ' this,' friend, is extraneous to the law, 
 
 Comes of men's outside meddling, the unskilled 
 
 Interposition of such fools as press 
 
 Out of their province. Must I speak my mind ? 
 
 Far better had Pompilia died o' the spot 1449 
 
 Than found a tongue to wag and shame the law, 
 
 Shame most of all herself, — did friendship fail, 
 
 And advocacy lie less on the alert. 
 
 Listen how these protect her to the end ! 
 
 Do I credit the alleged narration ? No ! 
 
 Lied our Pompilia then, to laud herself ? 
 
 Still, no ; — clear up what seems discrepancy ? 
 
 The means abound, — art 's long, though time is 
 
 short, 
 So, keeping me in compass, all I urge 
 Is — since, confession at the point of death, 
 Nam in articulo mortis, with the Church 1460 
 
 Passes for statement honest and sincere. 
 Nemo presumitur reus esse, — then, 
 If sure that all affirmed would be believed, 
 'T was charity, in one so circumstanced, 
 To spend her last breath in one effort more 
 For universal good of friend and foe, 
 And, — by pretending utter innocence, 
 Nay, freedom from each foible we forgive, — 
 Re-integrate — not solely her own fame, 
 But do the like kind office for the priest 1470 
 
 Whom the crude truth might treat less courteously, 
 Indeed, expose to peril, abbreviate 
 The life and long career of usefulness 
 Presumably before him : while her lord. 
 Whose fleeting life is forfeit to the law, — 
 What mercy to the culprit if, by just 
 The gift of such a full certificate 
 Of his immitigable guiltiness, 
 She stifled in him the absurd conceit 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 375 
 
 Of murder as it were a mere revenge 1 1480 
 
 — Stopped confirmation of that jealousy 
 
 Which, had she but acknowledged the first flaw, 
 
 The faintest foible, might embolden him 
 
 To battle with his judge, baulk penitence. 
 
 Bar preparation for impending fate. 
 
 Whereas, persuade him he has slain a saint 
 
 Who sinned not in the little she did sin, 
 
 You urge him all the brisklier to repent 
 
 Of most and least and aught and everything ! 
 
 Next, — if this view of mine, content ye not, U90 
 
 Lords, nor excuse the genial falsehood here, 
 
 'T is come to our Triarii, last resource, 
 
 We fall back on the inexpugnable, 
 
 Submit you, — she confessed before she talked ! 
 
 The sacrament obliterates the sin : 
 
 What is not, — was not, in a certain sense. 
 
 Let Molinists distinguish, ' Souls washed white 
 
 ' Were red once, still show pinkish to the eye I * 
 
 We say, abolishment is nothingness 
 
 And nothingness has neither head nor tail 1500 
 
 End nor beginning ;— better estimate 
 
 Exorbitantly, than disparage aught 
 
 Of the efficacity of the act, I hope ! 
 
 Solvimtur tabulae ? May we laugh and go ? 
 
 Well, — not before (in filial gratitude 
 
 To Law, who, mighty mother, waves adieu) 
 
 We take on us to vindicate Law's self — 
 
 For, — yea. Sirs, — curb the start, curtail the stare ! — 
 
 Remains that we apologize for haste . ... 
 
 I' the Law, our lady who here bristles up 1510 
 
 ' And my procedure ? Did the Court mistake ? 
 
 ' (Which were indeed a misery to think) 
 
 ' Did not my sentence in the former stage 
 
 ' 0' the business bear a title plain enough ? 
 
 ' Decrefum ' — I translate it word for word — 
 
 ' " Decreed : the priest, for his complicity 
 
 ' " I' the flight and deviation of the dame, 
 
 ' " As well as for unlawful intercourse, 
 
 ' " Is banished three years : " crime and penalty, 
 
 ' Declared alike. If he be taxed with guilt 1520 
 
 ' How can you call Pompilia innocent 'i 
 
 ' If they be innocent, have I been just 1 ' 
 
376 THE RING AND THE BOOK ix 
 
 Gently, mother, judge men ! — whose mistake 
 
 Is in the poor misapprehensiveness. 
 
 The Titulus a-top of your decree 
 
 Was but to ticket there the kind of charge 
 
 You in good time would arbitrate upon. 
 
 Title is one thing, — arbitration's self, 
 
 Probatio, quite another possibly. 
 
 Subsistit, there holds good the old response, 1530 
 
 Eesponsio tradita, we must not stick, 
 
 Quod non sit aUendeiidus Titulus, 
 
 To the Title, sed Probatio, but to Proof, 
 
 Resultans ex processu, and result 
 
 0' the Trial, and the style of punishment, 
 
 Et poena per sententiam imposita ; 
 
 All is tentative, till the sentence come. 
 
 Mere indication of what men expect. 
 
 And nowise an assurance they shall find. 
 
 Lords, what if we permissibly relax 1540 
 
 The tense bow, as the law-god Phoebus bids, 
 
 Relieve our gravity at close of speech ? 
 
 I traverse Rome, feel thirsty, need a draught. 
 
 Look for a wine-shop, find it by the bough 
 
 Projecting as to say ' Here wine is sold ! ' 
 
 So much I know, — ' sold : ' but what sort of wine ? 
 
 Strong, weak, sweet, sour, home-made or foreign drink? 
 
 That much must I discover by myself. 
 
 ' Wine is sold,' quoth the bough, ' but good or bad, 
 
 ' Find, and inform us when you smack your lips ! ' 
 
 Exactly so. Law hangs her title forth, 1551 
 
 To show she entertains you with such case 
 
 About such crime : come in ! she pours, you quaff. 
 
 You find the Priest good liquor in the main. 
 
 But heady and provocative of brawls. 
 
 Remand the residue to flask once more. 
 
 Lay it low where it may deposit lees, 
 
 I' the cellar : thence produce it presently. 
 
 Three years the brighter and the better ! 
 
 Thus, 1560 
 
 Law's son, have I bestowed my filial help. 
 And thus I end, tenax proposito ; 
 Point to point as I purposed have I drawn 
 Pompilia, and implied as terribly 
 Guide : so, gazing, let the world crown Law — 
 
IX JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS 377 
 
 Able once more, despite my impotence, 
 And helped by the acumen of the Court, 
 To eliminate, display, make triumph truth ! 
 What other prize than truth were worth the pains ? 
 
 There 's my oration — much exceeds in length 1570 
 That famed Panegyric of Isocrates, 
 They say it took him fifteen years to pen. 
 But all those ancients could say anything ! 
 He put in just what rushed into his head. 
 While I shall have to prune and pare and print. 
 This comes of being born in modern times 
 With priests for auditory. Still, it pays. 
 
X 
 THE POPE 
 
 Like to Ahasuerus, that shrewd prince, 
 
 I will begin, — as is, these seven years now. 
 
 My daily wont, — and read a History 
 
 (Written by one whose deft right hand was dust 
 
 To the last digit, ages ere my birth) 
 
 Of all my predecessors. Popes of Rome : 
 
 For though mine ancient early dropped the pen, 
 
 Yet others picked it up and wrote it dry. 
 
 Since of the making books there is no end. 
 
 And so I have the Papacy complete 10 
 
 From Peter first to Alexander last ; 
 
 Can question each and take instruction so. 
 
 Have I to dare, — I ask, how dared this Pope ? 
 
 To suffer ? Suchanone, how suffered he ? 
 
 Being about to judge, as now, I seek 
 
 How judged once, well or ill, some other Pope ; 
 
 Study some signal judgment that subsists 
 
 To blaze on, or else blot, the page which seals 
 
 The sum up of what gain or loss to God 
 
 Came of His one more Vicar in the world. 20 
 
 So, do I find example, rule of life ; 
 
 So, square and set in order the next page, 
 
 Shall be stretched smooth o'er my own funeral cyst. 
 
 Eight hundred years exact before the year 
 
 I was made Pope, men made Formosus Pope, 
 
 Say Sigebert and other chroniclers. 
 
 Ere I confirm or quash the Trial here 
 
 Of Guido Franceschini and his friends, 
 
 Read, — how there was a ghastly Trial once 
 
 Of a dead man by a live man, and both, Popes : 30 
 
 Thus — in the antique penman's very phrase. 
 
 '^ Then Stephen, Pope and seventh of the name, 
 ' Cried out, in synod as he sat in state. 
 
X THE POPE 379 
 
 * While choler quivered on his brow and beard, 
 
 ' " Come into court, Formosus, thou lost wretch, 
 ' " That claimedst to be late the Pope as I ! " 
 
 ' And at the word, the great door of the church 
 
 ' Flew wide, and in they brought Formosus' self, 
 
 ' The body of him, dead, even as embalmed 
 
 ' And buried duly in the Vatican 40 
 
 ' Eight months before, exhumed thus for the nonce. 
 
 ' They set it, that dead body of a Pope, 
 
 ' Clothed in pontific vesture now again, 
 
 ' Upright on Peter's chair as if alive. 
 
 ' And Stephen, springing up, cried furiously 
 
 ' " Bishop of Porto, wherefore didst presume 
 
 ' " To leave that see and take this Roman see, 
 
 ' " Exchange the lesser for the greater see, 
 
 ' " — A thing against the canons of the Church ? " 
 
 ' Then one, (a Deacon who, observing forms, 50 
 
 ' Was placed by Stephen to repel the charge, 
 
 ' Be advocate and mouthpiece of the corpse) 
 
 ' Spoke as he dared, set stammeringly forth 
 
 ' With white lips and dry tongue, — as but a youth, 
 
 ' For frightful was the corpse-face to behold, — 
 
 ' How nowise lacked there precedent for this. 
 
 ' But when, for his last precedent of all, 
 
 ' Emboldened by the Spirit, out he blurts 
 
 * " And, Holy Father, didst not thou thyself 
 
 ' " Vacate the lesser for the greater see, CO 
 
 ' " Half a year since change Arago for Rome ? " 
 ' " — Ye have the sin's defence now, synod mine ! " 
 ' Shrieks Stephen in a beastly froth of rage : 
 ' " Judge now betwixt him dead and me alive ! 
 ' " Hath he intruded or do I pretend ? 
 ' " Judge, judge ! " — breaks wavelike one whole foam 
 of wrath. 
 
 ' Whereupon they, being friends and followers, 
 
 ' Said " Ay, thou art Christ's Vicar, and not he ! 
 
 ' " Away with what is frightful to behold ! 
 
 ' " This act was uncanonic and a fault." 70 
 
 ' Then, swallowed up in rage, Stephen exclaimed 
 ' '* So, guilty ! So, remains I punish guilt ! 
 
380 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 * " He is unpoped, and all he did I damn : 
 
 ' " The Bishop, that ordaine'd him, I degrade : 
 
 ' " Depose to laics those he raised to priests : 
 
 ' " What they have wrought is mischief nor shall stand, 
 
 ' " It is confusion, let it vex no more ! 
 
 ' " Since I revoke, annul and abrogate 
 
 ' " All his decrees in all kinds : they are void ! 
 
 ' " In token whereof and warning to the world, 80 
 
 ' " Strip me yon miscreant of those robes usurped, 
 
 ' " And clothe him with vile serge befitting such 1 
 
 ' " Then hale the carrion to the market-place ; 
 
 ' " Let the town-hangman chop from his right hand 
 
 ' " Those same three fingers which he blessed withal ; 
 
 ' " Next cut the head off, once was crowned forsooth : 
 
 ' " And last go fling all, fingers, head and trunk, 
 
 ' " In Tiber that my Christian fish may sup ! " 
 
 ' — Either because of IX0Y:S which means Fish 
 
 ' And very aptly symbolizes Christ, 90 
 
 ' Or else because the Pope is Fisherman 
 
 ' And seals with Fisher's-signet. Anyway, 
 
 ' So said, so done : himself, to see it done, 
 
 ' Following the corpse, they trailed from street to street 
 
 ' Till into Tiber wave they threw the thing. 
 
 ' The people, crowded on the banks to see, 
 
 ' Were loud or mute, wept or laughed, cursed or jeered, 
 
 ' According as the deed addressed their sense ; 
 
 ' A scandal verily : and out spake a Jew 
 
 ' " Wot ye your Christ had vexed our Herod thus ? " 
 
 ' Now when, Formosus being dead a year, 101 
 
 ' His judge Pope Stephen tasted death in turn, 
 
 ' Made captive by the mob and strangled straight, 
 
 ' Romanus, his successor for a month, 
 
 ' Did make protest Formosus was with God, 
 
 ' Holy, just, true in thought and word and deed. 
 
 ' Next Theodore, who reigned but twenty days, 
 
 ' Therein convoked a synod, whose decree 
 
 ' Did reinstate, repope the late unpoped, 
 
 ' And do away with Stephen as accursed. 110 
 
 ' So that when presently certain fisher-folk 
 
 ' (As if the queasy river could not hold 
 
 ' Its swallowed Jonas, but discharged the meal) 
 
 ' Produced the timely product of their nets, 
 
 ' The mutilated man, Formosus, — saved 
 
X THE POPE 381 
 
 ' From putrefaction by the embalmer's spice, 
 
 ' Or, as some said, by sanctity of flesh, — 
 
 ' " Why, lay the body again " bade Theodore 
 
 ' " Among his predecessors, in the church 
 
 ' " And burial-place of Peter ! " which was done. 120 
 
 ' " And " addeth Luitprand " many of repute, 
 
 ' "Pious and still alive, avouch to me 
 
 ' " That as they bore the body up the aisle 
 
 ' " The saints in imaged row bowed each his head 
 
 ' " For welcome to a brother-saint come back." 
 
 ' As for Romanus and this Theodore, 
 
 ' These two Popes, through the brief reign granted 
 
 each, 
 ' Could but initiate what John came to close 
 ' And give the final stamp to : he it was, 
 ' Ninth of the name, (I follow the best guides) 130 
 
 ' Who, — in full synod at Ravenna held 
 ' With Bishops seventy-four, and present too 
 ' Eude King of France with his Archbishopry,— 
 ' Did condemn Stephen, anathematize 
 ' The disinterment, and make all blots blank. 
 ' " For," argueth here Auxilius in a place 
 ' De Ordinationihus , " precedents 
 ' " Had been, no lack, before Formosus long, 
 ' " Of Bishops so transferred from see to see, — 
 ' " Marinus, for example " : read the tract. 140 
 
 ' But, after John, came Sergius, reaffirmed 
 ' The right of Stephen, cursed Formosus, nay 
 ' Cast out, some say, his corpse a second time. 
 ' And here, — because the matter went to ground, 
 ' Fretted by new griefs, other cares of the age, — 
 ' Here is the last pronouncing of the Church, 
 ' Her sentence that subsists unto this day. 
 ' Yet constantly opinion hath prevailed 
 ' I' the Church, Formosus was a holy man.' 
 
 Which of the judgments was infallible ? 150 
 
 Which of my predecessors spoke for God ? 
 And what availed Formosus 'that this cursed, 
 That blessed, and then this other cursed again '^ 
 ' Fear ye not those whose power can kill the body 
 ' And not the soul,' saith Christ ' but rather those 
 ' Can cast both soul and body into hell ! ' 
 
382 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 John judged thus in Eight Hundred Ninety Eight, 
 
 Exact eight liundred years ago to-day 
 
 When, sitting in his stead, Vice-gerent here, 
 
 I must give judgment on my own behoof. 160 
 
 So worked the predecessor : now, my turn ! 
 
 In God's name ! Once more on this earth of God's, 
 
 While twilight lasts and time wherein to work, 
 
 I take His staff with my uncertain hand, 
 
 And stay my six and fourscore years, my due 
 
 Labour and sorrow, on His judgment-seat, 
 
 And forthwith think, speak, act, in place of Him — 
 
 The Pope for Christ. Once more appeal is made 
 
 From man's assize to mine : I sit and see 
 
 Another poor weak trembling human wTetch 170 
 
 Pushed by his fellows, who pretend the right, 
 
 Up to the gulf which, where I gaze, begins 
 
 From this world to the next, — gives way and way, 
 
 Just on the edge over the awful dark : 
 
 With nothing to arrest him but my feet. 
 
 He catches at me with convulsive face. 
 
 Cries ' Leave to live the natural minute more ! ' 
 
 While hollowly the avengers echo ' Leave ? 
 
 ' None ! So has he exceeded man's due share 
 
 ' In man's fit licence, wrung by Adam's fall, 180 
 
 * To sin and yet not surely die, — that we, 
 
 ' All of us sinful, all with need of grace, 
 
 ' All chary of our life, — the minute more 
 
 ' Or minute less of grace which saves a soul, — 
 
 ' Bound to make common cause with who craves time, 
 
 ' — We yet protest against the exorbitance 
 
 ' Of sin in this one sinner, and demand 
 
 ' That his poor sole remaining piece of time 
 
 ' Be plucked from out his clutch : put him to death ! 
 
 ' Punish him now ! As for the weal or woe 190 
 
 ' Hereafter, God grant mercy ! Man be just, 
 
 ' Nor let the felon i)oast he went scot-free ! ' 
 
 And I am bound, the solitary judge. 
 
 To weigh the worth, decide upon the plea, 
 
 And either hold a hand out, or withdraw 
 
 A foot and let the wretch drift to the fall. 
 
 Ay, and while thus I dally, dare perchance 
 
 Put fancies for a comfort 'twixt this calm 
 
 And yonder passion that I have to bear, — 
 
X THE POPE 383 
 
 As if reprieve were possible for both 200 
 
 Prisoner and Pope, — how easy were reprieve ! 
 
 A touch o' the hand-bell here, a hasty word 
 
 To those who wait, and wonder they wait long, 
 
 I' the passage there, and I should gain the life ! — 
 
 Yea, though I flatter me with fancy thus, 
 
 I know it is but nature's craven-trick. 
 
 The case is over, judgment at an end, 
 
 And all things done now and irrevocable : 
 
 A mere dead man is Franceschini here, 
 
 Even as Formosus centuries ago. 210 
 
 I have worn through this sombre wintry day, 
 
 With winter in my soul beyond the world's. 
 
 Over these dismalest of documents 
 
 Which drew night down on me ere eve befell, — 
 
 Pleadings and counter-pleadings, figure of fact 
 
 Beside fact's self, these summaries to-wit, — 
 
 How certain three were slain by certain five : 
 
 I read here why it was, and how it went, 
 
 And how the chief o' the five preferred excuse. 
 
 And how law rather chose defence should lie, — 220 
 
 What argument he urged by wary word 
 
 When free to play off wile, start subterfuge, 
 
 And what the unguarded groan told, torture's feat 
 
 When law grew brutal, outbroke, overbore 
 
 And glutted hunger on the truth, at last, — 
 
 No matter for the flesh and blood between. 
 
 All 's a clear rede and no more riddle now. 
 
 Truth, nowhere, lies yet everywhere in these — 
 
 Not absolutely in a portion, yet 
 
 Evolvable from the whole : evolved at last 230 
 
 Painfully, held tenaciously by me. 
 
 Therefore there is not any doubt to clear 
 
 When I shall write the brief word presently 
 
 And chink the hand-bell, which I pause to do. 
 
 Irresolute ? Not I more than the mound 
 
 With the pine-trees on it yonder ! Some surmise, 
 
 Perchance, that since man's wit is fallible, 
 
 Mine may fail here ? Suppose it so, — what then ? 
 
 Say, — Guido, I count guilty, there 's no babe 
 
 So guiltless, for I misconceive the man ! ^ 240 
 
 What 's in the chance should move me from my mind ? 
 
 If, as I walk in a rough country-side, 
 
 Peasants of mine cry ' Thou art he can help, 
 
384 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 ' Lord of the land and counted wise to boot : 
 
 ' Look at our brother, strangHng in his foam, 
 
 ' He fell so where we find him, — prove thy worth ! ' 
 
 I may presume, pronounce, ' A frenzy-fit, 
 
 ' A falling-sickness or a fever-stroke ! 
 
 ' Breathe a vein, copiously let blood at once ! ' 
 
 So perishes the patient, and anon 250 
 
 I hear my peasants — ' All was error, lord ! 
 
 ' Our story, thy prescription : for there crawled 
 
 ' In due time from our hapless brother's breast 
 
 ' The serpent which had stung him : bleeding slew 
 
 ' Whom a prompt cordial had restored to health.' 
 
 What other should I say than ' God so willed : 
 
 ' Mankind is ignorant, a man am I : 
 
 ' Call ignorance my sorrow not my sin ! ' 
 
 So and not otherwise, in after-time, 
 
 If some acuter wit, fresh probing, sound 260 
 
 This multifarious mass of words and deeds 
 
 Deeper, and reach through guilt to innocence, 
 
 I shall face Guido's ghost nor blench a jot. 
 
 * God who set me to judge thee, meted out 
 
 ' So much of judging faculty, no more : 
 
 ' Ask Him if I was slack in use thereof 1 ' 
 
 I hold a heavier fault imputable 
 
 Inasmuch as I changed a chaplain once, 
 
 For no cause, — no, if I must bare my heart, — 
 
 Save that he snuffled somewhat saying mass. 270. 
 
 For I am ware it is the seed of act, 
 
 God holds appraising in His hollow palm. 
 
 Not act grown great thence on the world below, 
 
 Leafage and branchage, vulgar eyes admire. 
 
 Therefore I stand on my integrity, 
 
 Nor fear at all : and if I hesitate. 
 
 It is because I need to breathe awhile, 
 
 Rest, as the human right allows, review 
 
 Intent the little seeds of act, the tree, — 279 
 
 The thought, to clothe in deed, and give the world 
 
 At chink of bell and push of arrased door. 
 
 O pale departure, dim disgrace of day ! 
 Winter 's in wane, his vengeful worst art thou, 
 To dash the boldness of advancing March ! 
 Thy chill persistent rain has purged our streets 
 Of gossipry ; pert tongue and idle ear 
 
X THE POPE 385 
 
 By this, consort 'neath archway, portico. 
 But wheresoe'er Rome gathers in the grey, 
 Two names now snap and flash from mouth to mouth — 
 (Sparks, flint and steel strike) Guido and the Pope. 
 By this same hour to morrow eve — aha, 291 
 
 How do they caU him ? — the sagacious Swede 
 Who finds by figures how the chances prove, 
 Why one comes rather than another thing, 
 As, say, such dots turn up by throw of dice. 
 Or, if we dip in Virgil here and there 
 And prick for such a verse, when such shall point. 
 Take this Swede, tell him, hiding name and rank, 
 Two men are in our city this dull eve ; 
 One doomed to death, — but hundreds in such plight 
 Slip aside, clean escape by leave of law 301 
 
 Which leans to mercy in this latter time ; 
 Moreover in the plenitude of fife 
 Is he, with strength of limb and brain adroit, 
 Presumably of service here : beside, 
 The man is noble, backed by nobler friends : 
 Nay, for who wish him well, the city's self 
 Makes common cause with the house-magistrate. 
 The lord of hearth and home, domestic judge 
 Who ruled his own and let men cavil. Die ? 310 
 
 He '11 bribe a gaoler or break prison first ! 
 Nay, a sedition may be helpful, give 
 Hint to the mob to batter wall, burn gate, 
 And bid the favourite malefactor march. 
 Calculate now these chances of escape ! 
 * It is not probable, but well may be.' 
 Again, there is another man, weighed now 
 By twice eight years bej^ond the seven -times ten, 
 Appointed overweight to break our branch. 319 
 
 And this man's loaded branch lifts, more than snow, 
 All the world's cark and care, though a bird's nest 
 Were a superfluous burthen : notably 
 Hath he been pressed, as if his age were youth, 
 From to-day's dawn till now that day departs, 
 Trying one question with true sweat of soul 
 ' Shall the said doomed man fitlier die or live ? ' 
 When a straw swallowed in his posset, stool 
 Stumbled on where his path lies, any puff 
 That 's incident to such a smoking flax. 
 Hurries the natural end and quenches him ! 330 
 
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386 THE KING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 Now calculate, thou sage, the chances here, 
 
 Say, which shall die the sooner, this or that ? 
 
 ' That, possibly, this in all likelihood.' 
 
 I thought so : yet thou tripp'st, my foreign friend I 
 
 No, it will be quite otherwise, — to-day 
 
 Is Guido's last : my term is yet to run. 
 
 But say the Swede were right, and I forthwith 
 
 Acknowledge a prompt summons and lie dead : 
 
 ¥/hy, then I stand already in God's face 
 
 And hear ' Since by its fruit a tree is judged, 340 
 
 ' Show me thy fruit, the latest act of thine ! 
 
 ' For in the last is summed the first and all, — 
 
 ' What thy life last put heart and soul into, 
 
 ' There shall I taste thy product.' I must plead 
 
 This condemnation of a man to-day. 
 
 Not so ! Expect nor question nor reply 
 
 At what we figure as God's judgment-bar ! 
 
 None of this vile way by the barren words 
 
 Which, more than any deed, characterize 
 
 Man as made subject to a curse : no speedi — 350 
 
 That still bursts o'er some He which lurks inside, 
 
 As the split skin across the coppery snake. 
 
 And most denotes man ! since, in all beside, 
 
 In hate or lust or guile or unbelief, 
 
 Out of some core of truth the excrescence comes, 
 
 And, in the last resort, the man may urge 
 
 ' So was I made, a weak thing that gave way 
 
 ' To truth, to impulse only strong since true, 
 
 * And hated, lusted, used guile, forwent faith.' 
 
 But when man walks the garden of this world 360 
 
 For his own solace, and, unchecked by law. 
 
 Speaks or keeps silence as himself sees lit. 
 
 Without the least incumbency to lie, 
 
 — Why, can he tell you what a rose is like, 
 
 Or how the birds fly, and not slip to false 
 
 Though truth serve better ? Man must tell his mate 
 
 Of you, me and himself, knowing he lies, 
 
 Knowing his fellow knows the same, — will think 
 
 ' He lies, it is the method of a man ! ' 
 
 And yet will speak for answer ' It is truth ' 370 
 
 To him who shall rejoin ' Again a lie ! ' 
 
 Therefore this filthy rags of speech, this coil 
 
X THE POPE 387 
 
 Of statement, comment, query and response, 
 
 Tatters all too contaminate for use, 
 
 Have no renewing : He, the Truth, is, too, 
 
 The Word. We men, in our degree, may know 
 
 There, simply, instantaneously, as here 
 
 After long time and amid many lies. 
 
 Whatever we dare think we know indeed 
 
 — That I am I, as He is He,— what else ? 380 
 
 But be man's method for man's life at least ! 
 
 Wherefore, Antonio Pignatelli, thou 
 
 My ancient self, who wast no Pope so long 
 
 But studied God and man, the many years 
 
 I' the school, i' the cloister, in the diocese 
 
 Domestic, legate-rule in foreign lands, — 
 
 Thou other force in those old busy days 
 
 Than this grey ultimate decrepitude, — 
 
 Yet sensible of fires that more and more 
 
 Visit a soul, in passage to the sky, 390 
 
 Left nakeder than when flesh-robe was new — 
 
 Thou, not Pope but the mere old man o' the world. 
 
 Supposed inquisitive and dispassionate. 
 
 Wilt thou, the one whose speech I somewhat trust, 
 
 Question the after-me, this self now Pope, 
 
 Hear his procedure, criticize his work 1 
 
 Wise in its generation is the world. 
 
 This is why Guido is found reprobate. 
 
 I see him furnished forth for his career. 
 
 On starting for the life-chance in our world, 400 
 
 With nearly all we count sufficient help : 
 
 Body and mind in balance, a sound frame, 
 
 A solid intellect : the wit to seek, 
 
 Wisdom to choose, and courage wherewithal 
 
 To deal with whatsoever circumstance 
 
 Should minister to man, make life succeed. 
 
 Oh, and much drawback ! what were earth without ? 
 
 Is this our ultimate stage, or starting-place 
 
 To try man's foot, if it will creep or cHmb, 
 
 'Mid obstacles in seeming, points that prove 410 
 
 Advantage for who vaults from low to high 
 
 And makes the stumbling-block a stepping-stone ? 
 
 So, Guido, born with appetite, lacks food, 
 
 Is poor, who yet could deftly play-off wealth, 
 
 Straitened, whose limbs are restless till at large : 
 
388 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 And, as he eyes each outlet of the cirque, 
 The narrow penfold for probation, pines 
 After the good things just outside the grate, 
 With less monition, fainter conscience-twitch, 
 Rarer instinctive qualm at the first feel 420 
 
 Of the unseemly greed and grasp undue. 
 Than nature furnishes the main mankind, — 
 Making it harder to do wrong than right 
 The first time, careful lest the common ear 
 Break measure, miss the outstep of life's march. 
 Wherein I see a trial fair and fit 
 For one else too unfairly fenced about, 
 Set above sin, beyond his fellows here, 
 Guarded from the arch- tempter, all must fight, 
 By a great birth, traditionary name, 430 
 
 Diligent culture, choice companionship, 
 Above all, conversancy with the faith 
 Which puts forth for its base of doctrine just 
 ' Man is born nowise to content himself 
 ' But please God.' He accepted such a rule. 
 Recognized man's obedience ; and the Church, 
 Which simply is such rule's embodiment. 
 He clave to, he held on by, — nay, indeed. 
 Near pushed inside of, deep as layman durst. 
 Professed so much of priesthood as might sue 440 
 For priest's-exemption where the layman sinned, — 
 Got his arm frocked which, bare, the law would bruise. 
 Hence, at this moment, what 's his last resource. 
 His extreme stay and utmost stretch of hope 
 But that, — convicted of such crime as law- 
 Wipes not away save with a worldling's blood, — 
 Guido, the three-parts consecrate, may 'scape ? 
 Nay, the portentous brothers of the man 
 Are veritably priests, protected each 
 May do his murder in the Church's pale, 450 
 
 Abate Paul, Canon Girolamo ! 
 This is the man proves irreligiousest 
 Of all mankind, rehgion's parasite ! 
 This may forsooth plead dinned ear, jaded sense, 
 The vice o' the watcher who bides near the bell, 
 Sleeps sound because the clock is vigilant. 
 And cares not whether it be shade or shine. 
 Doling out day and night to all men else ! 
 Why was the choice o' the man to niche himself 
 
X THE POPE 389 
 
 Perversely 'neath the tower where Time's own tongue 
 
 Thus undertakes to sermonize the world ? 461 
 
 Why, but because the solemn is safe too, 
 
 The belfry proves a fortress of a sort, 
 
 Has other uses than to teach the hour, 
 
 Turns sunscreen, para vent and ombrifuge 
 
 To whoso seeks a shelter in its pale, 
 
 — Ay, and attractive to unwary folk 
 
 Who gaze at storied portal, statued spire, 
 
 And go home with full head but empty purse 
 
 Nor dare suspect the sacristan the thief ! 470 
 
 Shall Judas, — hard upon the donor's heel, 
 
 To filch the fragments of the basket, — plead 
 
 He was too near the preacher's mouth, nor sat 
 
 Attent with fifties in a company ? 
 
 No, — closer to promulgated decree. 
 
 Clearer the censure of default. Proceed ! 
 
 I find him bound, then, to begin life well ; 
 
 Fortified by propitious circumstance. 
 
 Great birth, good breeding, with the Church for guide. 
 
 How lives he ? Cased thus in a coat of proof, 480 
 
 Mailed like a man-at-arms, though all the while 
 
 A puny starveling, — does the breast pant big, 
 
 The limb swell to the limit, emptiness 
 
 Strive to become solidity indeed ? 
 
 Rather, he shrinks up like the ambiguous fish, 
 
 Detaches flesh from shell and outside show, 
 
 And steals by moonlight (I have seen the thing) 
 
 In and out, now to prey and now to skulk. 
 
 Armour he boasts when a wave breaks on beach. 
 
 Or bird stoops for the prize : with peril nigh, — 490 
 
 The man of rank, the much-befriended man. 
 
 The man almost affiliate to the Church, 
 
 Such is to deal with, let the world beware ! 
 
 Does the world recognize, pass prudently ? 
 
 Do tides abate and sea-fowl hunt i' the deep ? 
 
 Already is the slug from out its mew. 
 
 Ignobly faring with all loose and free. 
 
 Sand-fly and slush-worm at their garbage-feast, 
 
 A naked blotch no better than they all : 
 
 Guido has dropped nobility, slipped the Church, 500 
 
 Plays trickster if not cut-purse, body and soul 
 
 Prostrate among the filthy feeders — faugh ! 
 
390 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 And when Law takes him by surprise at last, 
 Catches the foul thing on its carrion-prey. 
 Behold, he points to shell left high and dry. 
 Pleads " But the case out yonder is myself ! ' 
 Nay, it is thou, Law prongs amid thy peers, 
 Congenial vermin ; that was none of thee, 
 Thine outside, — give it to the soldier-crab ! 
 
 For I find this black mark impinge the man, 510 
 
 That he believes in just the vile of life. 
 
 Low instinct, base pretension, are these truth ? 
 
 Then, that aforesaid armour, probity 
 
 He figures in, is falsehood scale on scale ; 
 
 Honor and faith, — a lie and a disguise, 
 
 Probably for all livers in this world. 
 
 Certainly for himself ! All say good words 
 
 To who will hear, all do thereby bad deeds 
 
 To who must undergo ; so thrive mankind ! 
 
 See this habitual creed exemplified 520 
 
 Most in the last deliberate act ; as last, 
 
 vSo, very sum and substance of the soul 
 
 Of him that planned and leaves one perfect piece, 
 
 The sin brought under Jurisdiction now, 
 
 Even the marriage of the man : this act 
 
 I sever from his life as sample, show 
 
 For Guido's self, intend to test him by. 
 
 As, from a cup filled fairly at the fount, 
 
 By the components we decide enough 
 
 Or to let flow as late, or staunch the source. 530 
 
 He purposes this marriage, I remark. 
 
 On no one motive that should prompt thereto — 
 
 Farthest, by consequence, from ends alleged 
 
 Appropriate to the action ; so they were : 
 
 The best, he knew and feigned, the worst he took. 
 
 Not one permissible impulse moves the man, 
 
 From the mere liking of the eye and ear, 
 
 To the true longing of the heart that loves, 
 
 No trace of these : but all to instigate. 
 
 Is what sinks man past level of the brute, 540 
 
 Whose appetite if brutish is a truth. 
 
 All is the lust for money : to get gold, — 
 
 Why, lie, rob, if it must be, murder ! Make 
 
 Body and soul wring gold out, lured within 
 
X THE POPE 391 
 
 The clutch of hate by love, the trap's pretence ! 
 
 What good else get from bodies and from souls ? 
 
 This got, there were some life to lead thereby, 
 
 — What, where or how, appreciate those who tell 
 
 How the toad lives : it lives, — enough for me ! 
 
 To get this good, — with but a groan or so, 550 
 
 Then, silence of the victims, — were the feat. 
 
 He foresaw, made a picture in his mind, — 
 
 Of father and mother stunned and echoless 
 
 To the blow, as they lie staring at fate's jaws 
 
 Their folly danced into, till the woe fell ; 
 
 Edged in a month by strenuous cruelty 
 
 From even the poor nook whence they watched the 
 
 wolf 
 Feast on their heart, the lamb-like child his prey ; 
 Plundered to the last remnant of their wealth, 
 (What daily pittance pleased the plunderer dole) 560 
 Hunted forth to go hide head, starve and die, 
 So leave the pale awe-stricken wife, past hope 
 Of help i' the world now, mute and motionless, 
 His slave, his chattel, to use and then destroy : 
 All this, he bent mind how to bring about, 
 Put this in act and life, as painted plain, 
 And have success, the crown of earthly good, 
 In this particular enterprise of man, 
 A marriage — undertaken in God's face 
 With all those lies so opposite God's truth, 570 
 
 For ends so other than man's end. 
 
 Thus schemes 
 Guido, and thus would carry out his scheme : 
 But when an obstacle first blocks the path, 
 When he finds there is no monopoly 
 Of lies and trick i' the tricking lying world, — 
 That sorry timid natures, even this sort 
 O' the Comparini, want nor trick nor lie 
 Proper to the kind, — that as the gor-crow treats 
 The bramble-finch so treats the finch the moth, 580 
 And the great Guido is minutely matched 
 By this same couple, — whether true or false 
 The revelation of Pompilia's birth, 
 Which in a moment brings his scheme to nought, — 
 Then, he is piqued, advances yet a stage. 
 Leaves the low region to the finch and fly. 
 
392 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 Soars to the zenith whence the fiercer fowl 
 
 May dare the inimitable swoop. I see. 
 
 He draws now on the curious crime, the fine 
 
 Felicity and flower of wickedness ; 590 
 
 Determines, by the utmost exercise 
 
 Of violence, made safe and sure by craft, 
 
 To satiate malice, pluck one last arch-pang 
 
 From the parents, else would triumph out of reach, 
 
 By punishing their child, within reach yet, 
 
 Who nowise could have wronged, thought, word or 
 
 deed, 
 I' the matter that now moves him. So plans he. 
 Always subordinating (note the point !) 
 Revenge, the manlier sin, to interest 
 The meaner, — would pluck pang forth, but unclench 
 No gripe in the act, let fall no money-piece. eoi 
 Hence a plan for so plaguing, body and soul. 
 His wife, so putting, day by day and hour by hour, 
 The untried torture to the untouched place, 
 As must precipitate an end foreseen, 
 Goad her into some plain revolt, most like 
 Plunge upon patent suicidal shame. 
 Death to herself, damnation by rebound 
 To those whose hearts he, holding hers, holds still : 
 Such a plan as, in its completeness, shall 610 
 
 Ruin the three together and alike. 
 Yet leave himself in luck and liberty. 
 No claim renounced, no right a forfeiture. 
 His person unendangered, his good fame 
 Without a flaw, his pristine worth intact, — 
 While they, with all their claims and rights that cling. 
 Shall forthwith crumble off him every side. 
 Scorched into dust, a plaything for the winds. 
 As when, in our Campagna, there is fired 
 The nest-like work that lets a peasant house ; 620 
 
 And, as the thatch burns here, there, everywhere. 
 Even to the ivy and wild vine, that bound 
 And blessed the hut where men were happy once, 
 There rises gradual, black amid the blaze, 
 Some grim and unscathed nucleus of the nest, — 
 Some old malicious tower, some obscene tomb 
 They thought a temple in their ignorance. 
 And clung about and thought to lean upon — 
 There laughs it o'er their ravage, — where are they ? 
 
X THE POPE 393 
 
 So did his cruelty burn life about, 630 
 
 And lay the ruin bare in dreadf ulness, 
 
 Try the persistency of torment so 
 
 0' the wife, that, at some fierce extremity, 
 
 Some crisis brought about by fire and flame. 
 
 The patient stung to frenzy should break loose, 
 
 Fly anyhow, find refuge anywhere, 
 
 Even in the arms of who might front her first. 
 
 No monster but a man — while nature shrieked 
 
 * Or thus escape, or die ! ' The spasm arrived. 
 
 Not the escape by way of sin, — God, 640 
 
 Who shall pluck sheep Thou boldest, from Thy hand ? 
 
 Therefore she lay resigned to die, — so far 
 
 The simple cruelty was foiled. Why then. 
 
 Craft to the rescue, craft should supplement 
 
 Cruelty and show hell a masterpiece ! 
 
 Hence this consummate lie, this love-intrigue, 
 
 Unmanly simulation of a sin, 
 
 With place and time and circumstance to suit — 
 
 These letters false beyond all forgery — 
 
 Not just handwriting and mere authorship, 650 
 
 But false to body and soul they figure forth — 
 
 As though the man had cut out shape and shape 
 
 From fancies of that other Aretine, 
 
 To paste below — incorporate the filth 
 
 With cherub faces on a missal-page ! 
 
 Whereby the man so far attains his end 
 
 That strange temptation is permitted, — see ! 
 
 Pompilia, wife, and Caponsacchi, priest, 
 
 Are brought together as nor priest nor wife 
 
 Should stand, and there is passion in the place, 660 
 
 Power in the air for evil as for good, 
 
 Promptings from heaven and hell, as if the stars 
 
 Fought in their courses for a fate to be. 
 
 Thus stand the wife and priest, a spectacle, 
 
 I doubt not, to unseen assemblage there. 
 
 No lamp will mark that window for a shrine, 
 
 No tablet signalize the terrace, teach 
 
 New generations which succeed the old, 
 
 The pavement of the street is holy ground ; 
 
 No bard describe in verse how Christ prevailed 670 
 
 And Satan fell hke lightning ! Why repine ? 
 
 What does the world, told truth, but lie the more ? 
 
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394 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 A second time the plot is foiled ; nor, now, 
 
 By corresponding sin for countercheck, 
 
 No wile and trick to baffle trick and wile, — 
 
 The play of the parents ! Here the blot is blanched 
 
 By God's gift of a purity of soul 
 
 That will not take pollution, ermine-like 
 
 Armed from dishonour by its own soft snow. 
 
 Such was this gift of God who showed for once C80 
 
 How He would have the world go white : it seems 
 
 As a new attribute were born of each 
 
 Champion of truth, the priest and wife I praise, — 
 
 As a new safeguard sprang up in defence 
 
 Of their new noble nature : so a thorn 
 
 Comes to the aid of and completes the rose — 
 
 Courage to-Avit, no woman's gift nor priest's, 
 
 I' the crisis ; might leaps vindicating right. 
 
 See how the strong aggressor, bad and bold, 
 
 With every vantage, preconcerts surprise, C90 
 
 Flies of a sudden at his victim's throat 
 
 In a byeway, — how fares he when face to face 
 
 With Caponsacchi ? Who fights, who fears now ? 
 
 There quails Count Guido, armed to the chattering teeth, 
 
 Cowers at the steadfast eye and quiet word 
 
 O' the Canon at the Pieve ! There skulks crime 
 
 Behind law called in to back cowardice ! 
 
 While out of the poor trampled worm the wife. 
 
 Springs up a serpent ! 
 
 But anon of these ! 700 
 
 Him I judge now, — of him proceed to note, 
 Failing the first, a second chance befriends 
 Guido, gives pause ere punishment arrive. 
 The law he called, comes, hears, adjudicates, 
 Nor does amiss i' the main, — secludes the wife 
 From the husband, respites the oppressed one, grants 
 Probation to the oppressor, could he know 
 The mercy of a minute's fiery purge ! 
 The furnace-coals alike of public scorn, 
 Private remorse, heaped glowing on his head, 710 
 
 What if, — the force and guile, the ore's alloy. 
 Eliminate, his baser soul refined — 
 The lost be saved even yet, so as by fire ? 
 Let him, rebuked, go softly all his days 
 And, when no graver musings claim their due, 
 
X THE POPE 395 
 
 Meditate on a man's immense mistake 
 
 Who, fashioned to use feet and walk, deigns crawl — 
 
 Takes the immanly means — ay, though to end 
 
 Man scarce should make for, would but reach thro' 
 
 wrong, — 
 May sin, but must not needs shame manhood so : 720 
 Since fowlers hawk, shoot, nay and snare the game. 
 And yet eschew vile practice, nor find sport 
 In torch-Hght treachery or the luring owl. 
 
 But how hunts Guido ? Why, the fraudful trap — 
 
 Late spurned to ruin by the indignant feet 
 
 Of fellows in the chase who loved fair play — 
 
 Here he picks up the fragments to the least, 
 
 Lades him and hies to the old lurking-place 
 
 Where haply he may patch again, refit 
 
 The mischief, file its blunted teeth anew, 730 
 
 Make sure, next time, a snap shall break the bone. 
 
 Craft, greed and violence complot revenge : 
 
 Craft, for its quota, schemes to bring about 
 
 And seize occasion and be safe withal : 
 
 Greed craves its act may work both far and near, 
 
 Crush the tree, branch and trunk and root beside, 
 
 Whichever twig or leaf arrests a streak 
 
 Of possible sunshine else would coin itself, 
 
 And drop down one more gold piece in the path. 
 
 Violence stipulates ' Advantage proved, 740 
 
 ' And safety sure, be pain the overplus 1 
 
 ' Murder with jagged knife ! Cut but tear too ! 
 
 ' Foiled oft, starved long, glut malice for amends ! ' 
 
 And, last, craft schemes, — scheme sorrowful and 
 
 strange 
 As though the elements, whom mercy checked, 
 Had mustered hate for one eruption more, 
 One final deluge to surprise the Ark 
 Cradled and sleeping on its mountain-top : 
 The outbreak-signal — what but the dove's coos 
 Back with the olive in her bill for news 750 
 
 Sorrow was over ? 'T is an infant's birth, 
 Guido's first born, his son and heir, that gives 
 The occasion : other men cut free their souls 
 From care in such a case, fly up in thanks 
 To God, reach, recognize His love for once : 
 Guido cries ' Soul, at last the mire is thine ! 
 
396 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 ' Lie tliere in likeness of a money-bag, 
 
 ' This babe's birth, so pins down past moving now, 
 
 ' That I dare cut adrift the lives I late 
 
 ' Scrupled to touch lest thou escape with them ! 760 
 
 ' These parents and their child my wife, — touch one 
 
 ' Lose all ! Their rights determined on a head 
 
 ' I could but hate, not harm, since from each hair 
 
 ' Dangled a hope for me : now — chance and change ! 
 
 ' No right was in their child but passes now 
 
 ' To that child's child and through such child to me. 
 
 ' I am the father now, — come what, come will, 
 
 ' I represent my child ; he comes between — 
 
 '' Cuts sudden off the sunshine of this life 769 
 
 ' From those three : why, the gold is in his curls ! 
 
 ' Not with old Pietro's, Violante's head, 
 
 ' Not his grey horror, her more hideous black — 
 
 ' Go these, devoted to the knife ! ' 
 
 'T is done : 
 Wherefore should mind misgive, heart hesitate 1 
 He calls to counsel, fashions certain four 
 Colourless natures counted clean till now, 
 — Rustic simplicity, uncorrupted youth, 778 
 
 Ignorant virtue ! Here 's the gold o' the prime 
 When Saturn ruled, shall shock our leaden day — ■ 
 The clown abash the courtier ! Mark it, bards ! 
 The courtier tries his hand on clownship here, 
 Speaks a word, names a crime, appoints a price, — 
 Just breathes on what, suffused with all himself. 
 Is red-hot henceforth past distinction now 
 I' the common glow of hell. And thus they break 
 And blaze on us at Rome, Christ's Birthnight-eve ! 
 Oh angels that sang erst ' On the earth, peace ! 
 " To man, good will ! ' — such peace finds earth to-day ! 
 After the seventeen hundred years, so man 790 
 
 Wills good to man, so Guido makes complete 
 His murder ! what is it I said ? — cuts loose 
 Three lives that hitherto he suffered cling. 
 Simply because each served to nail secure. 
 By a corner of the money-bag, his soul, — 
 Therefore, lives sacred till the babe's first breath 
 O'erweights them in the balance, — off they fly ! 
 
 So is the murder managed, sin conceived 
 
 To the full : and why not crowned with triumph too ? 
 
X THE POPE 397 
 
 Why must the sin, conceived thus, bring forth death ? 
 
 I note how, within hair's-breadth of escape, 801 
 
 Impunity and the thing supposed success, 
 
 Guido is found when the check comes, the change, 
 
 The monitory touch o' the tether — felt 
 
 By few, not marked by many, named by none 
 
 At the moment, only recognized aright 
 
 I' the fulness of the days, for God's, lest sin 
 
 Exceed the service, leap the line : such check — 
 
 A secret which this life finds hard to keep, 
 
 And, often guessed, is never quite revealed. 810 
 
 Guido must needs trip on a stumbling-block 
 
 Too vulgar, too absurdly plain i' the path ! 
 
 Study this single oversight of care, 
 
 This hebetude that mars sagacity, 
 
 Forgetfulness of what the man best knew ! 
 
 Here is a stranger who, with need to fly, 
 
 Needs but to ask and have the means of flight. 
 
 Why, the first urchin tells you, to leave Rome, 
 
 Get horses, you must show the warrant, just 819 
 
 The banal scrap, clerk's scribble, a fair word buys, 
 
 Or foul one, if a ducat sweeten word, — 
 
 And straight authority will back demand. 
 
 Give you the pick o' the post-house ! — in such wise, 
 
 The resident at Rome for thirty years, 
 
 Guido, instructs a stranger ! And himself 
 
 Forgets just this poor paper scrap, wherewith 
 
 Armed, every door he knocks at opens wide 
 
 To save him : horsed and manned, with such advance 
 
 O' the hunt behind, why 't were the easy task 
 
 Of hours told on the fingers of one hand, 830 
 
 To reach the Tuscan Frontier, laugh at home, 
 
 Light-hearted with his fellows of the place, — 
 
 Prepared by that strange shameful judgment, that 
 
 Satire upon a sentence just pronounced 
 
 B}" the Rota and confirmed by the Granduke, — 
 
 Ready in a circle to receive their peer, 
 
 Appreciate his good storj^ how, when Rome, 
 
 The Pope-King and the populace of priests 
 
 Made common cause with their confederate 
 
 The other priestling v/ho seduced his wife, 840 
 
 He, all unaided, wiped out the affront 
 
 With decent bloodshed and could face his friends, 
 
 Frolic it in the world's eye. Ay, such tale 
 
398 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 Missed such applause, all by such oversight ! 
 
 So, tired and footsore, those blood-flustered five 
 
 Went reeling on the road through dark and cold, 
 
 The few permissible miles, to sink at length, 
 
 Wallow and sleep in the first wayside straw, 
 
 As the other herd quenched, i' the wash o' the wave, 
 
 — ^Each swine, the devil inside him : so slept they, 
 
 And so were caught and caged — all through one trip. 
 
 Touch of the fool in Guido the astute ! 852 
 
 He curses the omission, I surmise. 
 
 More than the murder. Why, thou fool and blind. 
 
 It is the mercy-stroke that stops thy fate, 
 
 Hamstrings and holds thee to thy hurt, — ^but how ? 
 
 On the edge o' the precipice ! One minute more. 
 
 Thou hadst gone farther and fared worse, my son. 
 
 Fathoms down on the flint and fire beneath ! 
 
 Thy comrades each and all were of one mind 860 
 
 Straightway, thy murder done, to murder thee 
 
 In turn, because of promised pay withheld. 
 
 So, to the last, greed found itself at odds 
 
 With craft in thee, and, proving conqueror. 
 
 Had sent thee, the same night that crowned thy hope, 
 
 Thither where, this same day, I see thee not, 
 
 Nor, through God's mercy, need, to-morrow, see. 
 
 Such I find Guido, midmost blotch of black 
 
 Discernible in this group of clustered crimes 
 
 Huddling together in the cave they call 870 
 
 Their palace, outraged day thus penetrates. 
 
 Around him ranged, now close and now remote, 
 
 Prominent or obscure to meet the needs 
 
 O' the mage and master, I detect each shape 
 
 Subsidiary i' the scene nor loathed the less, 
 
 All alike coloured, all descried akin 
 
 By one and the same pitchy furnace stirred 
 
 At the centre : see, they lick the master's hand, — 
 
 This fox-faced horrible priest, this brother-brute 
 
 The Abate, — why, mere wolfishness looks well, 880 
 
 Guido stands honest in the red o' the flame. 
 
 Beside this yellow that would pass for white. 
 
 This Guido, all craft but no violence, 
 
 This copier of the mien and gait and garb 
 
 Of Peter and Paul, that he may go disguised, 
 
 Rob halt and lame, sick folk i' the temple-porch ! 
 
X THE POPE 399 
 
 Armed with religion, fortified by law, 
 
 A man of peace, who trims the midnight lamp 
 
 And turns the classic page — and all for craft, 
 
 All to work harm with, yet incur no scratch ! 890 
 
 While Guido brings the struggle to a close, 
 
 Paul steps back the due distance, clear o' the trap 
 
 He builds and baits. Guido I catch and judge ; 
 
 Paul is past reach in this world and my time : 
 
 That is a case reserved. Pass to the next, 
 
 The boy of the brood, the young Girolamo 
 
 Priest, Canon, and what more ? nor wolf nor fox, 
 
 But hybrid, neither craft nor violence 
 
 Wholly, part violence part craft : such cross 
 
 Tempts speculation — ^will both blend one day, 900 
 
 And prove hell's better product ? Or subside 
 
 And let the simple quahty emerge. 
 
 Go on with Satan's service the old way ? 
 
 Meanwhile, what promise, — what performance too ! 
 
 For there 's a new distinctive touch, I see. 
 
 Lust — lacking in the two — hell's own blue tint 
 
 That gives a character and marks the man 
 
 More than a match for yellow and red. Once more, 
 
 A case reserved : why should I doubt ? Then comes 
 
 The gaunt grey nightmare in the furthest smoke, 
 
 The hag that gave these three abortions birth, 911 
 
 Unmotherly mother and unwomanly 
 
 Woman, that near turns motherhood to shame 
 
 Womanliness to loathing : no one word. 
 
 No gesture to curb cruelty a whit 
 
 More than the she-pard thwarts her playsome whelps 
 
 Trying their milk-teeth on the soft o' the throat 
 
 O' the first fawn, flung, with those beseeching eyes, 
 
 Flat in the covert ! How should she but couch. 
 
 Lick the dry lips, unsheathe the blunted claw, 920 
 
 Catch 'twixt her placid eyewinks at what chance 
 
 Old bloody half -forgotten dream may flit. 
 
 Born when herself was novice to the taste. 
 
 The while she lets youth take its pleasure. Last, 
 
 These God-abandoned wretched lumps of life. 
 
 These four companions, — country-folk this time, 
 
 Not tainted by the unwholesome civic breath. 
 
 Much less the curse o' the court ! Mere striplings too. 
 
 Fit to do human nature justice still ! 
 
 Surely when impudence in Guido's shape 930 
 
400 THE KING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 Shall propose crime and proffer money's-worth 
 
 To these stout tall bright-eyed and black-haired boys, 
 
 The blood shall bound in answer to each cheek 
 
 Before the indignant outcry break from lip ! 
 
 Are these i' the mood to murder, hardly loosed 
 
 From healthy autumn-finish, the ploughed glebe, 
 
 Grapes in the barrel, work at happy end, 
 
 And winter come with rest and Christmas play ? 
 
 How greet they Guido with his final task — 
 
 (As if he but proposed ' One vineyard more 940 
 
 ' To dig, ere frost come, then relax indeed ! ') 
 
 ' Anywhere, anyhow and an3rv\'hy, 
 
 ' Murder me some three people, old and young, 
 
 ' Ye never heard the names of, — and be paid 
 
 ' So much ! ' And the whole four accede at once. 
 
 Demur ? As cattle would, bid march or halt ! 
 
 Is it some lingering habit, old fond faith 
 
 I' the lord of the land, instructs them, — ^birthright 
 
 badge 
 Of feudal tenure claims its slaves again ? 
 Not so at all, thou noble human heart ! 950 
 
 All is done purely for the pay, — which, earned, 
 And not forthcoming at the instant, makes 
 Religion heresy, and the lord o' the land 
 Fit subject for a murder in his turn. 
 The patron with cut throat and rifled purse, 
 Deposited i' the roadside-ditch, his due, 
 Nought hinders each good fellow trudging home. 
 The heavier by a piece or two in poke, 
 And so with new zest to the common life, 
 Mattock and spade, plough-tail and waggon-shaft. 
 Till some such other piece of luck betide, 961 
 
 Who knows ? Since this is a mere start in life, 
 And none of them exceeds the twentieth year. 
 
 Nay, more i' the background, yet ? Unnoticed forms 
 Claim to be classed, subordinately vile ? 
 Complacent lookers-on that laugh, — perchance 
 Shake head as their friend's horse-play grows too rough 
 With the mere child he manages amiss — 
 But would not interfere and make bad worse 
 For twice the fractious tears and prayers : thou know'st 
 Civility better, Marzi-Medici, 971 
 
 Governor for thy kinsman the Granduke ! 
 
X THE POPE 401 
 
 Fit representative of law, man's lamp 
 
 I' the magistrate's grasp full-flare, no rushlight-end 
 
 Sputtering 'twixt thumb and finger of the priest ! 
 
 Whose answer to these Comparini's cry 
 
 Is a threat, — whose remed}- of Pompilia's wrong 
 
 A shrug o' the shoulder, a facetious word 
 
 Or wink, traditional with Tuscan wits, 
 
 To Guido in the doorway. Laud to law ! 980 
 
 The wife is pushed back to the husband, he 
 
 Who knows how these home-squabblings persecute 
 
 People who have the public good to mind. 
 
 And work best with a silence in the court ! 
 
 Ah, but I save my word at least for thee, 
 Archbishop, who art under me in the Church, 
 As I am under God, — thou, chosen by both 
 To do the shepherd's office, feed the sheep — ■ 
 How of this lamb that panted at thy foot 
 While the wolf pressed on her within crook's reach ? 
 Wast thou the hireling that did turn and flee ? 991 
 With thee at least anon the little word ! 
 
 Such denizens o' the cave now cluster round 
 
 And heat the furnace sevenfold : time indeed 
 
 A bolt from heaven should cleave roof and clear place, 
 
 Transfix and show the world, suspiring flame, 
 
 The main offender, scar and brand the rest 
 
 Hurrying, each miscreant to his hole : then flood 
 
 And purify the scene with outside day — 
 
 Which yet, in the absolutest drench of dark, 1000 
 
 Ne'er wants a witness, some stray beauty-beam 
 
 To the despair of hell. 
 
 First of the first, 
 Such I pronounce Pompilia, then as now 
 Perfect in whiteness — stoop thou down, my child, 
 Give one good moment to the poor old Pope 
 Heart-sick at having all his world to blame — 
 Let me look at thee in the flesh as erst, 
 Let me enjoy the old clean linen garb, 1009 
 
 Not the new splendid vesture ! Armed and crowned, 
 Would Michael, yonder, be, nor crowned nor armed, 
 The less pre-eminent angel ? Everywhere 
 I see in the world the intellect of man, 
 
402 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 That sword, the energy his subtle spear, 
 
 The knowledge which defends him like a shield — 
 
 Everywhere ; but they make not up, I think, 
 
 The marvel of a soul like thine, earth's flower 
 
 She holds up to the softened gaze of God ! 
 
 It was not given Pompilia to know much. 
 
 Speak much, to write a book, to move mankind, 1020 
 
 Be memorized by who records my time. 
 
 Yet if in purity and patience, if 
 
 In faith held fast despite the plucking fiend, 
 
 Safe like the signet-stone with the new name 
 
 That saints are known by, — if in right returned 
 
 For wrong, most pardon for worst injury, 
 
 If there be any virtue, any praise, — 
 
 Then will this woman-child have proved — who 
 
 knows ? — 
 Just the one prize vouchsafed unworthy me. 
 Ten years a gardener of the untoward ground, lOSO 
 I till, — ^this earth, my sweat and blood manure 
 All the long day that barrenly grows dusk : 
 At least one blossom makes me proud at eve 
 Born 'mid the briers of my enclosure 1 Still 
 (Oh, here as elsewhere, nothingness of man !) 
 Those be the plants, imbedded yonder South 
 To mellow in the morning, those made fat 
 By the master's eye, that yield such timid leaf, 
 Uncertain bud, as product of his pains 1 
 While — see how this mere chance-sown, cleft-nursed 
 seed, 1040 
 
 That sprang up by the wayside 'neath the foot 
 Of the enemy, this breaks all into blaze, 
 Spreads itself, one wide glory of desire 
 To incorporate the whole great sun it loves 
 From the inch-height whence it looks and longs ! My 
 
 flower. 
 My rose, I gather for the breast of God, 
 This I praise most in thee, where all I praise. 
 That having been obedient to the end 
 According to the light allotted, law 
 Prescribed thy life, still tried, still standing test, — 
 Dutiful to the foolish parents first, 1051 
 
 Submissive next to the bad husband, — nay, 
 Tolerant of those meaner miserable 
 That did his bests, eked out the dole of pain, — 
 
X THE POPE 403 
 
 Thou, patient thus, couldst rise from law to law, 
 
 The old to the new, promoted at one cry 
 
 O' the trump of God to the new service, not 
 
 To longer bear, but henceforth fight, be found 
 
 Sublime in new impatience with the foe ! 
 
 Endure man and obey God : plant firm foot lOGO 
 
 On neck of man, tread man into the hell 
 
 Meet for him, and obey God all the more ! 
 
 Oh child that didst despise thy life so much 
 
 When it seemed only thine to keep or lose, 
 
 How the fine ear felt fall the first low word 
 
 ' Value life, and preserve life for My sake ! ' 
 
 Thou didst . . how shall I say ? . . receive so long 
 
 The standing ordinance of God on earth. 
 
 What wonder if the novel claim had clashed 
 
 With old requirement, seemed to supersede 1070 
 
 Too much the customary law ? But, brave, 
 
 Thou at first prompting of what I call God, 
 
 And fools call Nature, didst hear, comprehend, 
 
 Accept the obligation laid on thee. 
 
 Mother elect, to save the unborn child. 
 
 As brute and bird do, reptile and the fly. 
 
 Ay and, I nothing doubt, even tree, shrub, plant 
 
 And flower o' the field, all in a common pact 
 
 To worthily defend that trust of trusts, 
 
 Life from the Ever Living : — didst resist — 1080 
 
 i^nticipate the office that is mine — 
 
 And with his own sword stay the upraised arm. 
 
 The endeavour of the wicked, and defend 
 
 Him who, — again in my default, — ^was there 
 
 For visible providence : one less true than thou 
 
 To touch, i' the past, less practised in the right, 
 
 Approved so far in all dociUty 
 
 To all instruction, — how had such an one 
 
 Made scruple ' Is this motion a decree ? ' 
 
 It was authentic to the experienced ear 1090 
 
 O' the good and faithful servant. Go past me 
 
 And get thy praise, — and be not far to seek 
 
 Presently when I follow if I may ! 
 
 And surely not so very much apart 
 
 Need I place thee, my warrior-priest, — in whom 
 
 What if I gain the other rose, the gold. 
 
 We grave to imitate God's miracle, 
 
404 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 Greet monarchs with, good rose in its degree ? 
 
 Irregular noble scapegrace — son the same ! 
 
 Faulty — and peradventure ours the fault 1100 
 
 Who still misteach, mislead, throw hook and line 
 
 Thinking to land leviathan forsooth, 
 
 Tame the scaled neck, play with him as a bird. 
 
 And bind him for our maidens ! Better bear 
 
 The King of Pride go wantoning awhile, 
 
 XJnplagued by cord in nose and thorn in jaw. 
 
 Through deep to deep, followed by all that shine, 
 
 Churning the blackness hoary : He who made 
 
 The comely terror. He shall make the sword 
 
 To match that piece of netherstone his heart, lllO 
 
 Ay, nor miss praise thereby ; who else shut fire 
 
 I' the stone, to leap from mouth at sword's first stroke, 
 
 In lamps of love and faith, the chivalry 
 
 That dares the right and disregards alike 
 
 The yea and nay o' the world ? Self-sacrifice, — 
 
 What if an idol took it ? Ask the Church 
 
 Why she was wont to turn each Venus here, — 
 
 Poor Rome perversely lingered round, despite 
 
 Instruction, for the sake of purblind love, — 
 
 Into Madonna's shape, and waste no whit 1120 
 
 Of aught so rare on earth as gratitude ! 
 
 Ail this sweet savour w^as not ours but thine, 
 
 Nard of the rock, a natural wealth we name 
 
 Incense, and treasure up as food for saints. 
 
 When flung to us — ^whose function was to give 
 
 Not find the costly perfume. Do I smile ? 
 
 Nay, Caponsacchi, much I find amiss. 
 
 Blameworthy, punishable in this freak 
 
 Of thine, this youth prolonged though age was ripe, 
 
 This masquerade in sober day, with change 1130 
 
 Of motley too, — now hypocrite's-disguise. 
 
 Now fool's-costume : which lie was least like truth. 
 
 Which the ungainlier, more discordant garb 
 
 With that symmetric soul inside my son. 
 
 The churchman's or the worlding's, — let him judge. 
 
 Our Adversary who enjoys the task ! 
 
 I rather chronicle the healthy rage, — 
 
 When the first moan broke from the martyr-maid 
 
 At that uncaging of the beasts, — made bare 
 
 My athlete on the instant, gave such good 1140 
 
 Great undisguised leap over post and pale 
 
X THE POPE 405 
 
 Right into the mid-cirque, free fighting-place. 
 
 There may have been rash stripping — every rag 
 
 Went to the winds, — infringement manifold 
 
 Of laws prescribed pudicity, I fear, 
 
 In this impulsive and prompt self-display ! 
 
 Ever such tax comes of the foohsh youth ; 
 
 Men mulct the wiser manhood, and suspect 
 
 No veritable star swims out of cloud : 
 
 Bear thou such imputation, undergo 1150 
 
 The penalty I nowise dare relax, — 
 
 Conventional chastisement and rebuke. 
 
 But for the outcome, the brave starry birth 
 
 Conciliating earth with all that cloud, 
 
 Thank heaven as I do ! Ay, such championship 
 
 Of God at first blush, such prompt cheery thud 
 
 Of glove on ground that answers ringingly 
 
 The challenge of the false knight, — watch we long, 
 
 And w^ait we vainly for its gallant like 
 
 Erom those appointed to the service, sworn 1100 
 
 His body-guard with pay and privilege — 
 
 White-cinct, because in white walks sanctity, 
 
 Red-socked, how else proclaim fine scorn of flesh, 
 
 Unchariness of blood when blood faith begs ? 
 
 Where are the men-at-arms with cross on coat ? 
 
 Aloof, bewraying their attire : whilst thou 
 
 In mask and motley, pledged to dance not fight, 
 
 Sprang'st forth the hero ! In thought, word and deed. 
 
 How throughout all thy warfare thou wast pure, 
 
 I find it easy to believe : and if 1170 
 
 At any fateful moment of the strange 
 
 Adventure, the strong passion of that strait. 
 
 Fear and surprise, may have revealed too much, — 
 
 As when a thundrous midnight, with black air 
 
 That burns, rain-drops that bhster, breaks a spell, 
 
 Draws out the excessive virtue of some sheathed 
 
 Shut unsuspected flower that hoards and hides 
 
 Immensity of sweetness, — so, perchance. 
 
 Might the surprise and fear release too much 
 
 The perfect beauty of the body and soul 1180 
 
 Thou savedst in thy passion for God's sake. 
 
 He who is Pity : Vv^as the trial sore ? 
 
 Temptation sharp ? Thank God a second time ! 
 
 Why comes temptation but for man to meet 
 
 And master and make crouch beneath his foot, 
 
408 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 And so be pedestalled in triumph ? Pray 
 
 ' Lead us into no such temptations, Lord ! ' 
 
 Yea, but, O Thou whose servants are the bold, 
 
 Lead such temptations by the head and hair, 
 
 Reluctant dragons, up to who dares fight, 1190 
 
 That so he may do battle and have praise ! 
 
 Do I not see the praise ? — that while thy mates 
 
 Bound to deserve i' the matter, prove at need 
 
 Unprofitable through the very pains 
 
 We gave to train them well and start them fair, — 
 
 Are found too stiff, with standing ranked and ranged, 
 
 For onset in good earnest, too obtuse 
 
 Of ear, through iteration of command. 
 
 For catching quick the sense of the real cry, — 1199 
 
 Thou, whose sword-hand was used to strike the lute, 
 
 Whose sentry-station graced some wanton's gate, 
 
 Thou didst push forward and show mettle, shame 
 
 The laggards, and retrieve the day. Well done ! 
 
 Be glad thou hast let light into the world, 
 
 Through that irregular breach o' the boundary,— see 
 
 The same upon thy path and march assured, 
 
 Learning anew the use of soldiership, 
 
 Self-abnegation, freedom from all fear, 
 
 Loyalty to the life's end ! Ruminate, 
 
 Deserve the initiatory spasm, — once more 1210 
 
 Work, be unhappy but bear Ufe, my son ! 
 
 And troop you, somewhere 'twixt the best and worst, 
 
 Where crowd the indifferent product, all too poor 
 
 Makeshift, starved samples of humanity ! 
 
 Father and mother, huddle there and hide ! 
 
 A gracious eye may find you ! Foul and fair, 
 
 Sadly mixed natures : self-indulgent, — ^yet 
 
 Self-sacrificing too : how the love soars, 
 
 Hov/ the craft, avarice, vanity and spite 
 
 Sink again ! So they keep the middle course, 1220 
 
 Slide into silly crime at unaware, 
 
 SUp back upon the stupid virtue, stay 
 
 Nowhere enough for being classed, I hope 
 
 And fear. Accept the swift and rueful death, 
 
 Taught, somewhat sternlier than is wont, what waits 
 
 The ambiguous creature, — ^how the one black tuft 
 
 Steadies the aim of the arrow just as well 
 
 As the wide faultless white on the bird's breast. 
 
X THE POPE 407 
 
 Nay, you were punished in the very part 
 That looked most pure of speck, — the honest love 1230 
 Betrayed you, — did love seem most worthy pains. 
 Challenge such purging, as ordained survive 
 When all the rest of you was done with ? Go ! 
 Never again elude the choice of tints I 
 White shall not neutralize the black, nor good 
 Compensate bad in man, absolve him so : 
 Life's business being just the terrible choice. 
 
 So do I see, pronounce on all and some 
 
 Grouped for my judgment now, — ^profess no doubt 
 
 While I pronounce : dark, difficult enough 1240 
 
 The human sphere, yet eyes grow sharp by use, 
 
 I find the truth, dispart the shine from shade, 
 
 As a mere man may, with no special touch 
 
 O' the lynx -gift in each ordinary orb : 
 
 Na}^, if the popular notion class me right, 
 
 One of well nigh decayed intelligence, — 
 
 What of that ? Through hard labour and good will, 
 
 And habitude that gives a blind man sight 
 
 At the practised finger-ends of him, I do 
 
 Discern, and dare decree in consequence, 1250 
 
 Whatever prove the peril of mistake. 
 
 Whence, then, this quite new quick cold thrill, — 
 
 cloud-like. 
 This keen dread creeping from a quarter scarce 
 Suspected in the skies I nightly scan 1 
 What slacks the tense nerve, saps the wound-up spring 
 Of the act that should and shall be, sends the mount 
 And mass o' the whole man's-strength,— conglobed so 
 
 late — 
 Shudderingly into dust, a moment's work ? 
 While I stand firm, go fearless, in this world. 
 For this life recognize and arbitrate, 1260 
 
 Touch and let stay, or else remove a thing, 
 Judge ' This is right, this object out of place,' 
 Candle in hand that helps me and to spare, — 
 What if a voice deride me, ' Perk and pry ! 
 ' Brighten each nook with thine intelligence ! 
 ' Play the good householder, ply man and maid 
 ' With tasks prolonged into the midnight, test 
 ' Their work and nowise stint of the due wage 
 ' Each worthy worker : but with gyves and whip 
 
408 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 ' Pay thou misprision of a single point 1270 
 
 ' Plain to thy happy self who lift'st the light, 
 
 ' Lament'st the darkling, — ^bold to all beneath ! 
 
 ' What if thyself adventure, now the place 
 
 ' Is purged so well ? Leave pavement and mount roof, 
 
 ' Look round thee for the light of the upper sky, 
 
 ' The fire which lit thy fire which finds default 
 
 ' In Guido Franceschini to his cost ! 
 
 ' What if, above in the domain of light, 
 
 ' Thou miss the accustomed signs, remark eclipse ? 
 
 * Shalt thou still gaze on ground nor hft a lid, — 1280 
 
 * Steady in thy superb prerogative, 
 
 ' Thy inch of inkling, — nor once face the doubt 
 ' I' the sphere above thee, darkness to be felt ? ' 
 
 Yet my poor spark had for its source, the sun ; 
 
 Thither I sent the great looks which compel 
 
 Light from its fount : all that I do and am 
 
 Comes from the truth, or seen or else surmised, 
 
 Remembered or divined, as mere man may : 
 
 I know just so, nor otherwise. As I know, 
 
 I speak, — ^what should I know, then, and how speak 
 
 Were there a wild mistake of eye or brain 1291 
 
 In the recorded governance above ? 
 
 If my own breath, only, blew coal alight 
 
 I called celestial and the morning-star ? 
 
 I, who in this world act resolvedly. 
 
 Dispose of men, the body and the soul, 
 
 As they acknowledge or gainsay this light 
 
 I show them, — shall I too lack courage ? — Cleave 
 
 I, too, the post of me, like those I blame ? 
 
 Refuse, with kindred inconsistency, 130O 
 
 Grapple with danger whereby souls grow strong ? 
 
 I am near the end ; but still not at the end ; 
 
 All till the very end is trial in life : 
 
 At this stage is the trial of my soul 
 
 Danger to face, or danger to refuse ? 
 
 Shall I dare try the doubt now, or not dare ? 
 
 O Thou, — as represented here to me 
 
 In such conception as my soul allows, — 
 
 Under Thy measureless my atom width ! — 
 
 Man's mind — what is it but a convex glass 1310 
 
 Wherein are gathered all the scattered points 
 
X THE POPE 409 
 
 Picked out of the immensity of sky, 
 
 To reunite there, be our heaven on earth, 
 
 Our known unknown, our God revealed to man ? 
 
 Existent somewhere, somehow, as a whole ; 
 
 Here, as a whole proportioned to our sense, — 
 
 There, (which is nowhere, speech must babble thus !) 
 
 In the absolute immensity, the whole 
 
 Appreciable solely by Thyself, — 
 
 Here, by the httle mind of man, reduced 1320 
 
 To littleness that suits his faculty, 
 
 Appreciable too in the degree ; 
 
 Between Thee and ourselves — nay even, again, 
 
 Below us, to the extreme of the minute, 
 
 Appreciable by how many and what diverse 
 
 Modes of the life Thou makest be ! (why Uve 
 
 Except for love, — how love unless they know ?) 
 
 Each of them, only filUng to the edge, 
 
 Insect or angel, his just length and breadth. 
 
 Due facet of reflection, — full, no less, 1330 
 
 Angel or insect, as Thou framedst things, — 
 
 I it is who have been appointed here 
 
 To represent Thee, in my turn, on earth, 
 
 Just as, if new philosophy know aught, 
 
 This one earth, out of all the multitude 
 
 Of peopled worlds, as stars are now supposed, — 
 
 Was chosen, and no sun-star of the swarm, 
 
 For stage and scene of Thy transcendent act 
 
 Beside which even the creation fades 
 
 Into a puny exercise of power. 1340 
 
 Choice of the world, choice of the thing I am, 
 
 Both emanate alike from the dread play 
 
 Of operation outside this our sphere 
 
 Where things are classed and counted small or great, — 
 
 Incomprehensibly the choice is Thine ! 
 
 I therefore bow my head and take Thy place. 
 
 There is, beside the works, a tale of Thee 
 
 In the world's mouth which I find credible : 
 
 I love it with my heart : unsatisfied, 
 
 I try it with my reason, nor discept 1350 
 
 From any point I probe and pronounce sound. 
 
 Mind is not matter nor from matter, but 
 
 Above, — ^leave matter then, proceed with mind : 
 
 Man's be the mind recognized at the height, — 
 
 Leave the inferior minds and look at man. 
 
410 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 Is he the strong, intelligent and good 
 
 Up to his own conceivable height ? Nowise. 
 
 Enough o' the low, — soar the conceivable height, 
 
 Find cause to match the effect in evidence, 
 
 Works in the world, not man's, then God's ; leave 
 
 man : 
 Conjecture of the worker by the work : 13G1 
 
 Is there strength there ? — enough : intelHgence ? 
 Ample : but goodness in a like degree ? 
 Not to the human eye in the present state, 
 This isoscele deficient in the base. 
 What lacks, then, of perfection fit for God 
 But just the instance which this tale supplies 
 Of love without a limit ? So is strength, 
 So is intelligence ; then love is so, 
 UnUmited in its self-sacrifice : 1370 
 
 Then is the tale true and God shows complete. 
 Beyond the tale, I reach into the dark. 
 Feel what I cannot see, and still faith stands : 
 I can believe this dread machinery 
 Of sin and sorrow, would confound me else. 
 Devised, — all pain, at most expenditure 
 Of pain by Who devised pain, — to evolve, 
 By new machinery in counterpart, 
 The moral qualities of man — ^how else ? — 
 To make him love in turn and be beloved, 1380 
 
 Creative and self-sacrificing too. 
 And thus eventually God-like, (ay, 
 ' I have said ye are Gods,' — shall it be said for 
 
 nought ?) 
 Enable man to wring, from out all pain. 
 All pleasure for a common heritage 
 To all eternity : this may be surmised. 
 The other is revealed, — ^whether a fact. 
 Absolute, abstract, independent truth. 
 Historic, not reduced to suit man's mind, — 
 Or only truth reverberate, changed, made pass 1390 
 A spectrum into mind, the narrow eye, — 
 The same and not the same, else unconceived — 
 Though quite conceivable to the next grade 
 Above it in intelligence, — as truth 
 Easy to man were blindness to the beast 
 By parity of procedure, — the same truth 
 In a new form, but changed in either case : 
 
X THE POPE 411 
 
 What matter so the intelligence be filled ? 
 
 To the child, the sea is angry, for it roars ; 1399 
 
 Frost bites, else why the tooth-like fret on face ? 
 
 Man makes acoustics deal with the sea's wrath, 
 
 Explains the choppy cheek by chymic law, — 
 
 To both, remains one and the same effect 
 
 On drum of ear and root of nose, change cause 
 
 Never so thoroughly : so our heart be struck, 
 
 What care I, — ^by God's gloved hand or the bare ? 
 
 Nor do I much perplex me with aught hard, 
 
 Dubious in the transmitting of the tale, — 
 
 No, nor with certain riddles set to solve. 
 
 This life is training and a passage ; pass, — 1410 
 
 Still, we march over some flat obstacle 
 
 We made give way before us ; solid truth 
 
 In front of it, were motion for the world ? 
 
 The moral sense grows but by exercise. 
 
 'T is even as man grew probatively 
 
 Initiated in Godship, set to make 
 
 A fairer moral world than this he finds, 
 
 Guess now what shall be known hereafter. Thus, 
 
 O' the present problem : as we see and speak, 
 
 A faultless creature is destroyed, and sin 1420 
 
 Has had its way i' the world where God should rule. 
 
 Ay, but for this irrelevant circumstance 
 
 Of inquisition after blood, we see 
 
 Pompilia lost and Guido saved : how long ? 
 
 For his whole life : how much is that whole life ? 
 
 We are not babes, but know the minute's worth, 
 
 And feel that life is large and the world small. 
 
 So, wait till Hfe have passed from out the world. 
 
 Neither does this astonish at the end. 
 
 That, whereas I can so receive and trust, 1430 
 
 Men, made with hearts and souls the same as mine, 
 
 Reject and disbelieve, — subordinate 
 
 The future to the present, — sin, nor fear. 
 
 This I refer still to the foremost fact. 
 
 Life is probation and this earth no goal 
 
 But starting-point of man : compel him strive, 
 
 Which means, in man, as good as reach the goal, — 
 
 Why institute that race, his life, at all ? 
 
 But this does overwhelm me with surprise. 
 
 Touch me to terror, — ^not that faith, the pearl, 1440 
 
412 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 Should be let lie by fishers wanting food, — 
 Nor, seen and handled by a certain few 
 Critical and contemptuous, straight consigned 
 To shore and shingle for the pebble it proves, — 
 But that, when haply found and known and named 
 By the residue made rich for evermore. 
 These, — ay, these favoured ones, should in a trice 
 Turn, and with double zest go dredge for whelks, 
 Mud- worms that make the savoury soup. Enough 
 O' the disbelievers, see the faithful few ! M50 
 
 How do the Christians here deport them, keep 
 Their robes of white unspotted by the world ? 
 What is this Aretine Archbishop, this 
 Man under me as I am under God, 
 This champion of the faith, I armed and decked. 
 Pushed forward, put upon a pinnacle. 
 To show the enemy his victor, — see ! 
 What 's the best fighting when the couple close ? 
 Pompilia cries, ' Protect me from the fiend ! ' 
 ' No, for thy Guido is one heady, strong, 1460 
 
 ' Dangerous to disquiet : let him bide ! 
 ' He needs some bone to mumble, help amuse 
 ' The darkness of his den with : so, the fawn 
 ' Which limps up bleeding to my foot and lies, 
 * —Come to me, daughter, — thus I throw him back ! ' 
 Have we misjudged here, over-armed the knight, 
 Given gold and silk where the plain steel serves best, 
 Enfeebled whom we sought to fortify, 
 Made an archbishop and undone a saint ? 
 Well then, descend these heights, this pride of life. 
 Sit in the ashes with the barefoot monk 1471 
 
 Who long ago stamped out the worldly sparks. 
 Fasting and watching, stone cell and wire scourge, 
 — ^No such indulgence as unknits the strength — 
 These breed the tight nerve and tough cuticle. 
 Let the world's praise or blame run rillet-wise 
 Off the broad back and brawny breast, we know ! 
 He meets the first cold sprinkle of the world 
 And shudders to the marrow, ' Save this child ? 
 ' Oh, my superiors, oh, the Archbishop here ! 1480 
 
 ' Who was it dared lay hand upon the ark 
 ' His betters saw fall nor put finger forth ? 
 ' Great ones could help yet help not : why should 
 small ? 
 
X THE POPE 413 
 
 ' I break my promise : let her break her heart ! ' 
 
 These are the Christians not the worldHngs, not 
 
 The sceptics, who thus battle for the faith ! 
 
 If foolish virgins disobey and sleep, 
 
 What wonder ? But the wise that Avatch, this time 
 
 Sell lamps and buy lutes, exchange oil for wine, 
 
 The mystic Spouse betrays the Bridegroom here. 
 
 To our last resource, then ! Since all flesh is weak, 
 
 Bind weaknesses together, we get strength : 1492 
 
 The individual weighed, found wanting, try 
 
 Some institution, honest artifice 
 
 Whereby the units grow compact and firm : 
 
 Each props the other, and so stand is made 
 
 By our embodied cowards that grow brave. 
 
 The Monastery called of Convertites, 
 
 Meant to help women because these helped Christ, — 
 
 A thing existent only Avhile it acts, 1500 
 
 Does as designed, else a nonentit}^ 
 
 For what is an idea unrealized ? — 
 
 Pompilia is consigned to these for help. 
 
 They do help ; they are prompt to testify 
 
 To her pure life and saintly dying days. 
 
 She dies, and lo, who seemed so poor, proves rich ! 
 
 What does the body that lives through helpfulness 
 
 To women for Christ's sake ? The kiss turns bite, 
 
 The dove's not« changes to the crow's cry : judge ! 
 
 ' Seeing that this our Convent claims of right 1510 
 
 * What goods belong to those we succour, be 
 
 ' The same proved women of dishonest life, — 
 ' And seeing that this Trial made appear 
 
 * Pompilia was in such predicament, — 
 
 ' The Convent hereupon pretends to said 
 
 * Succession of Pompiha, issues writ, 
 
 * And takes possession by the Fisc's advice.' 
 Such is their attestation to the cause 
 
 Of Christ, who had one saint at least, they hoped : 
 But, is a title-deed to filch, a corpse 1520 
 
 To slander, and an infant-heir to cheat ? 
 Christ must give up his gains then ! They unsay 
 All the fine speeches, — who was saint is whore. 
 Why, scripture yields no parallel for this ! 
 The soldiers only threw dice for Christ's coat ; 
 We want another legend of the Twelve 
 Disputing if it was Christ's coat at all. 
 
414 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 Claiming as prize the woof of price — for why ? 
 
 The Master was a thief, purloined the same, 
 
 Or paid for it out of the common bag ! 1530 
 
 Can it be this is end and outcome, all 
 
 I take with me to show as stewardship's fruit. 
 
 The best yield of the latest time, this year 
 
 The seventeen-hundredth since God died for man ? 
 
 Is such effect proportionate to cause ? 
 
 And still the terror keeps on the increase 
 
 When I perceive . . how can I blink the fact ? 
 
 That the fault, the obduracy to good. 
 
 Lies not with the impracticable stuff 
 
 Whence man is made, his very nature's fault, 1540 
 
 As if it were of ice, the moon may gild 
 
 Not melt, or stone, 't was meant the sun should warm 
 
 Not make bear flowers, — nor ice nor stone to blame ; 
 
 But it can melt, that ice, and bloom, that stone, 
 
 Impassible to rule of day and night ! 
 
 This terrifies me, thus compelled perceive, 
 
 Whatever love and faith we looked should spring 
 
 At advent of the authoritative star, 
 
 Which yet lie sluggish, curdled at the source, — 
 
 These have leapt forth profusely in old time, 1550 
 
 These still respond with promptitude to-day, 
 
 At challenge of — what unacknowledged powers 
 
 O' the air, what uncommissioned meteors, warmth 
 
 By law, and light by rule should supersede ? 
 
 Eor see this priest, this Caponsacchi, stung 
 
 At the first summons, — ' Help for honour's sake, 
 
 ' Play the man, pity the oppressed I ' — no pause, 
 
 How does he lay about him in the midst. 
 
 Strike any foe, right wrong at any risk. 
 
 All blindness, bravery and obedience ! — blind ? 
 
 Ay, as a man would be inside the sun, 1561 
 
 Delirious with the plenitude of light 
 
 Should interfuse him to the finger-ends — 
 
 Let him rush straight, and how shall he go wrong ? 
 
 Where are the Christians in their panoply ? 
 
 The loins we girt about with truth, the breasts 
 
 Righteousness plated round, the shield of faith. 
 
 The helmet of salvation, and that sword 
 
 O' the Spirit, even the word of God, — where these ? 
 
 Slunk into corners ! Oh, I hear at once 1570 
 
 Hubbub of protestation ! ' What, we monks 
 
X THE POPE 415 
 
 ' We friars, of such an order, such a rule, 
 
 * Have not we fought, bled, left our martyr-mark 
 
 * At every point along the boundary-line 
 
 * 'Twixt true and false, religion and the world, 
 ' Where this or the other dogma of our Church 
 
 * Called for defence ? ' And I, despite myself, 
 How can I but speak loud what truth speaks low, 
 
 * Or better than the best, or nothing serves ! 
 
 * What boots deed, I can cap and cover straight 
 
 ' With such another doughtiness to match, 1581 
 
 * Done at an instinct of the natural man ? ' 
 Immolate body, sacrifice soul too, — 
 
 Do not these publicans the same ? Outstrip ! 
 Or else stop race, you boast runs neck and neck, 
 You with the wings, they with the feet, — for shame ! 
 Oh, I remark your diligence and zeal ! 
 rive years long, now, rounds faith into my ears, 
 
 * Help thou, or Christendom is done to death ! ' 
 Five years since, in the Province of To-kien, 1590 
 Which is in China as some people know, 
 
 Maigrot, my Vicar Apostolic there. 
 
 Having a great qualm, issues a decree. 
 
 Alack, the converts use as God's name, not 
 
 Tien-chu but plain Tien or else mere Shang-ti, 
 
 As Jesuits please to fancy politic, 
 
 While, say Dominicans, it calls down fire, — 
 
 For Tien means heaven, and Shang-ti, supreme prince. 
 
 While Tien-chu means the lord of heaven : all cry, 
 
 ' There is no business urgent for despatch 1600 
 
 * As that thou send a legate, specially 
 
 * Cardinal Tournon, straight to Pekin, there 
 
 * To settle and compose the difference 1 ' 
 So have I seen a potentate all fume 
 
 For some infringement of his realm's just right. 
 
 Some menace to a mud-built straw-thatched farm 
 
 O' the frontier, while inside the mainland lie. 
 
 Quite undisputed-for in soHtude, 
 
 Whole cities plague may waste or famine sap : 
 
 What if the sun crumble, the sands encroach, 1610 
 
 While he looks on sublimely at his ease ? 
 
 How does their ruin touch the empire's bound ? 
 
 And is this little all that was to be ? 
 Where is the gloriously-decisive change, 
 
416 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 The immeasurable metamorphosis 
 
 Of human clay to divine gold, we looked 
 
 Should, in some poor sort, justify the price ? 
 
 Had a mere adept of the Rosy Cross 
 
 Spent his life to consummate the Great Work, 
 
 Would not we start to see the stuff it touched 1G20 
 
 Yield not a grain more than the vulgar got 
 
 By the old smelting-process years ago ? 
 
 If this were sad to see in just the sage 
 
 Who should profess so much, perform no more, 
 
 What is it when suspected in that Power 
 
 Who undertook to make and made the world, 
 
 Devised and did effect man, body and soul, 
 
 Ordained salvation for them both, and yet . . 
 
 Well, is the thing we see, salvation ? 
 
 I 1630 
 
 Put no such dreadful question to myself, 
 Within whose circle of experience burns 
 The central truth, Power, Wisdom, Goodness, — 
 
 God: 
 I must outlive a thing ere know it dead : 
 When I outlive the faith there is a sun. 
 When I lie, ashes to the very soul, — 
 Someone, not I, must wail above the heap, 
 ' He died in dark whence never morn arose.' 
 While I see day succeed the deepest night — 
 How can I speak but as I know ? — my speech 1640 
 Must be, throughout the darkness, ' It will end : ' 
 ' The light that did burn, will burn ! ' Clouds obscure — 
 But for which obscuration all were bright ? 
 Too hastily concluded ! Sun-sufTused, 
 A cloud may soothe the eye made blind by blaze, — 
 Better the very clarity of heaven : 
 The soft streaks are the beautiful and dear. 
 What but the weakness in a faith supj)lies 
 The incentive to humanity, no strength 
 Absolute, irresistible, comports ? 1650 
 
 How can man love but what he yearns to help ? 
 And that which men think weakness within strength, 
 But angels know for strength and stronger yet — 
 What were it else but the first things made new, 
 But repetition of the miracle. 
 The divine instance of self-sacrifice 
 That never ends and aye begins for man ? 
 
X THE POPE 417 
 
 So, never I miss footing in the maze, 
 No, — I have Hght nor fear the dark at all. 
 
 But are mankind not real, who pace outside 1660 
 
 My petty circle, the world measured me ? 
 
 And when they stumble even as I stand, 
 
 Have I a right to stop ears when they cry. 
 
 As they were phantoms, took the clouds for crags. 
 
 Tripped and fell, where the march of man might move ? 
 
 Beside, the cry is other than a ghost's, 
 
 When out of the old time there pleads some bard, 
 
 Philosopher, or both and — whispers not. 
 
 But words it boldly. ' The inward work and worth 
 
 ' Of any mind, what other mind may judge 1670 
 
 * Save God who only knows the thing He made, 
 
 * The veritable service He exacts ? 
 
 * It is the outward product men appraise. 
 ' Behold, an engine hoists a tower aloft : 
 
 ' " I looked that it should move the mountain too ! " 
 
 * Or else " Had just a turret toppled down, 
 
 ' Success enough ! " — may say the Machinist 
 ' Who knows Avhat less or more result might be : 
 ' But we, who see that done we cannot do, 1679 
 
 ' " A feat beyond man's force," we men must say. 
 ' Regard me and that shake I gave the world ! 
 
 * I was born, not so long before Christ's birth, 
 
 * As Christ's birth haply did precede thy day, — 
 
 * But msmy a watch, before the star of dawn : 
 ' Therefore I lived, — it is thy creed affirms, 
 
 * Pope Innocent, who art to answer me ! — 
 ' Under conditions, nowise to escape, 
 
 ' Whereby salvation was impossible. 
 
 * Each impulse to achieve the good and fair, 
 
 * Each aspiration to the pure and true, 1690 
 ' Being without a warrant or an aim, 
 
 ' Was just as sterile a felicity 
 
 ' As if the insect, born to spend his life 
 
 * Soaring his circles, stopj)ed them to describe 
 
 * (Painfully motionless in the mid-air) 
 
 ' Some word of weighty counsel for man's sake, 
 
 * Some " Know thyself " or " Take the golden mean ! " 
 
 * — Forwent his happy dance and the glad ray, 
 ' Died half an hour the sooner and was dust. 
 
 * I, born to perish like the brutes, or worse, 1700 
 
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418 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 Why not live brutishly, obey my law ? 
 But I, of body as of soul complete, 
 A gymnast at the games, philosopher 
 I' the schools, who painted, and made music, — all 
 Glories that met upon the tragic stage 
 When the Third Poet's tread surprised the Two, — 
 Whose lot fell in a land where life was great 
 And sense went free and beauty lay profuse, 
 I, untouched by one adverse circumstance, 
 Adopted virtue as my rule of life, 1710 
 
 Waived all reward, and loved for loving's sake. 
 And, what my heart taught me, I taught the world, 
 And have been teaching now two thousand years. 
 Witness my work, — plays that should please, for- 
 sooth ! 
 " They might please, they may displease, they shall 
 
 teach, 
 " For truth's sake," so I said, and did, and do. 
 Five hundred years ere Paul spoke, Felix heard, — 
 How much of temperance and righteousness. 
 Judgment to come, did I find reason for. 
 Corroborate with my strong style that spared 1720 
 No sin, nor swerved the more from branding brow 
 Because the sinner was called Zeus and God ? 
 How nearly did I guess at that Paul knew ? 
 How closely come, in what I represent 
 As duty, to his doctrine yet a blank ? 
 And as that limner not untruly limns 
 Who draws an object round or square, which square 
 Or round seems to the unassisted eye, 
 Though Galileo's tube display the same 
 Oval or oblong, — so, who controverts 1730 
 
 I rendered rightly what proves wrongly wrought 
 Beside Paul's picture ? Mine was true for me. 
 I saw that there are, first and above all, 
 The hidden forces, blind necessities. 
 Named Nature, but the thing's self unconceived : 
 Then follow, — how dependent upon these, 
 We know not, how imposed above ourselves. 
 We well know, — what I name the gods, a power 
 Various or one ; for great and strong and good 
 Is there, and little, weak and bad there too, 1740 
 Wisdom and folly : say, these make no God, — 
 What is it else that rules outside man's self ? 
 
X THE POPE 419 
 
 ' A fact then, — always, to the naked eye, — '■ 
 
 ' And, so, the one revealment possible 
 
 ' Of what were unimagined else by man. 
 
 ' Therefore, what gods do, man may criticize, 
 
 ' Applaud, condemn, — how should he fear the truth ? 
 
 ' But likewise have in awe because of power, 
 
 ' Venerate for the main munificence, 
 
 ' And give the doubtful deed its due excuse 1750 
 
 ' From the acknowledged creature of a day 
 
 ' To the Eternal and Divine. Thus, bold 
 
 ' Yet self -mistrusting, should man bear himself, 
 
 ' Most assured on what now concerns him most — 
 
 ' The law of his own life, the path he prints, — 
 
 ' Which law is virtue and not vice, I say, — 
 
 ' And least inquisitive where least search skills, 
 
 ' I' the nature we best give the clouds to keep. 
 
 ' What could I paint beyond a scheme like this 
 
 ' Out of the fragmentary truths where light 1760 
 
 ' Lay fitful in a tenebrific time ? 
 
 ' You have the sunrise now, joins truth to truth, 
 
 ' Shoots life and substance into death and void ; 
 
 ' Themselves compose the whole we made before : 
 
 ' The forces and necessity grow God, — 
 
 ' The beings so contrarious that seemed gods, 
 
 ' Prove just His operation manifold 
 
 ' And multiform, translated, as must be, 
 
 ' Into intelligible shape so far 
 
 ' As suits our sense and sets us free to feel : 1770 
 
 ' What if I let a child think, childhood-long, 
 
 ' That lightning, I would have him spare his eye, 
 
 ' Is a real arrow shot at naked orb ? 
 
 ' The man knows more, but shuts his lids the same : 
 
 ' Lightning's cause comprehends nor man nor child. 
 
 ' Why then, my scheme, your better knowledge broke, 
 
 ' Presently readjusts itself, the small 
 
 ' Proportioned largelier, parts and whole named new : 
 
 ' So much, no more two thousand years have done ! 
 
 ' Pope, dost thou dare pretend to punish me 1780 
 
 ' For not descrying sunshine at midnight, 
 
 ' Me who crept all-fours, found my way so far — 
 
 * While thou rewardest teachers of the truth, 
 
 ' Who miss the plain way in the blaze of noon, — 
 
 * Though just a word from that strong style of mine, 
 
 * Grasped honestly in hand as guiding-staff, 
 
420 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 ' Had pricked them a sure path across the bog, 
 ' That mire of cowardice and slush of Hes 
 ' Wherein I find them wallow in wide day ? ' 
 
 How should I answer this Euripides ? 1790 
 
 Paul, — 't is a legend, — answered Seneca, 
 
 But that was in the day-spring ; noon is now 
 
 We have got too famiUar with the light. 
 
 Shall I wish back once more that thrill of dawn ? 
 
 When the whole truth-touched man burned up, one 
 
 fire ? 
 — Assured the trial, fiery, fierce, but fleet, 
 Would, from his little heap of ashes, lend 
 Wings to the conflagration of the world 
 Which Christ awaits ere He make all things new — 
 So should the frail become the perfect, rapt 1800 
 
 From glory of pain to glory of joy ; and so, 
 Even in the end, — the act renouncing earth, 
 Lands, houses, husbands, wives and children here,— 
 Begin that other act which finds all, lost. 
 Regained, in this time even, a hundredfold. 
 And, in the next time, feels the finite love 
 Blent and embalmed with its eternal life. 
 So does the sun ghastlily seem to sink 
 In those north parts, lean all but out of life, 
 Desist a dread mere breathing-stop, then slow 1810 
 Reassert day, begin the endless rise. 
 Was this too easy for our after-stage ? 
 Was such a lighting-up of faith, in life. 
 Only allowed initiate, set man's step 
 In the true way by help of the great glow ? 
 A way wherein it is ordained he walk. 
 Bearing to see the light from heaven still more 
 And more encroached on by the light of earth, 
 Tentatives earth puts forth to rival heaven, 
 Earthly incitements that mankind serve God 1820 
 For man's sole sake, not God's and therefore man's, 
 Till at last, who distinguishes the sun 
 From a mere Druid fire on a far mount ? 
 More praise to him who with his subtle prism 
 Shall decompose both beams and name the true. 
 In such sense, who is last proves first indeed ; 
 For how could saints and martyrs fail see truth 
 Streak the night's blackness ? Who is faithful now. 
 
X THE POPE 421 
 
 Untwists heaven's pure white from the yellow flare 
 O' the world's gross torch, without a foil to help 
 Produce the Christian act, so possible 1831 
 
 When in the way stood Nero's cross and stake, — 
 So hard now that the world smiles ' Rightly done ! 
 ' It is the politic, the thrifty way, 
 ' Will clearly make you in the end returns 
 
 * Beyond our fool's-sport and improvidence : 
 ' We fools go thro' the cornfield of this life, 
 
 * Pluck ears to left and right and swallow raw, 
 ' — Nay, tread, at pleasure, a sheaf underfoot, 
 
 * To get the better at some poppy-flow^er, — 1840 
 
 * Well aware we shall have so much wheat less 
 
 * In the eventual harvest : you meantime 
 
 ' Waste not a spike, — the richlier will you reap ! 
 
 ' What then ? There will be always garnered meal 
 
 ' Sufficient for our comfortable loaf, 
 
 ' While you enjoy the undiminished prize ! ' 
 
 Is it not this ignoble confidence, 
 
 Cowardly hardihood, that dulls and damps, 
 
 Makes the old heroism impossible ? 
 
 Unless . . what whispers me of times to come ? 1850 
 
 What if it be the mission of that age. 
 
 My death will usher into life, to shake 
 
 This torpor of assurance from our creed, 
 
 Pe-introduce the doubt discarded, bring 
 
 The formidable danger back, we drove 
 
 Long ago to the distance and the dark ? 
 
 No wild beast now prowls round the infant camp ; 
 
 We have built wall and sleep in city safe : 
 
 But if the earthquake try the towers, that laugh 
 
 To think they once saw lions rule outside, 1860 
 
 Till man stand out again, pale, resolute. 
 
 Prepared to die, — that is, alive at last ? 
 
 As we broke up that old faith of the world. 
 
 Have we, next age, to break up this the new — 
 
 Faith, in the thing, grown faith in the report — 
 
 Whence need to bravely disbelieve report 
 
 Through increased faith in thing reports belie ? 
 
 Must we deny, — do they, these Molinists, 
 
 At peril of their body and their soul, — 
 
 Recognized truths, obedient to some truth 1870 
 
 Unrecognized yet, but perceptible ? — 
 
422 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 Correct the portrait by the living face, 
 
 Man's God, by God's God in the mind of man ? 
 
 Then, for the few that rise to the new height, 
 
 The many that must sink to the old depth, 
 
 The multitude found fall away ! A few. 
 
 E'en ere the new law speak clear, keep the old, 
 
 Preserve the Christian level, call good good 
 
 And evil evil, (even though razed and blank 
 
 The old titles stand,) thro' custom, habitude, 1880 
 
 And all they may mistake for finer sense 
 
 O' the fact than reason warrants, — as before. 
 
 They hope perhaps, fear not impossibly. 
 
 Surely some one Pompilia in the world 
 
 Will say ' I know the right place by foot's feel, 
 
 ' I took it and tread firm there ; wherefore change ? ' 
 
 But what a multitude will fall, perchance, 
 
 Quite through the crumbling truth subjacent late, 
 
 Sink to the next discoverable base. 
 
 Rest upon human nature, take their stand 1890 
 
 On what is fact, the lust and pride of life ! 
 
 The mass of men, whose very souls even now 
 
 Seem to need re-creating, — so they slink 
 
 Worm-like into the mud light now lays bare, — 
 
 Whose future we dispose of with shut eyes 
 
 ' They are baptized, — grafted, the barren twigs, 
 
 ' Into the living stock of Christ : may bear 
 
 ' One day, till when they lie death-like, not dead,' — 
 
 Those who with all the aid of Christ lie thus, 
 
 How, without Christ, whither, unaided, sink ? 1900 
 
 What but to this rehearsed before my eyes ? 
 
 Do not we end, the century and I ? 
 
 The impatient antimasque treads close on kibe 
 
 O' the very masque's self it will mock, — on me, 
 
 Last lingering personage, the impatient mime 
 
 Pushes already, — will I block the way ? 
 
 Will my slow trail of garments ne'er leave space 
 
 For pantaloon, sock, plume and castanet ? 
 
 Here comes the first experimentalist 
 
 In the new order of things, — he plays a priest ; 1910 
 
 Does he take inspiration from the Church, 
 
 Directly make her rule his law of life ? 
 
 Not he : his own mere impulse guides the man — 
 
 Happily sometimes, since ourselves admit 
 
 He has danced, in gaiety of heart, i' the main 
 
X THE POPE 423 
 
 The right step in the maze we bade him foot. 
 What if his heart had prompted to break loose 
 And mar the measure ? Why, we must submit 
 And thank the chance that brought him safely 
 
 through. 
 Will he repeat the prodigy ? Perhaps. 1920 
 
 Can he teach others how to quit themselves, 
 Prove why this step was right, while that were wrong ? 
 How should he ? ' Ask your hearts as I asked mine, 
 ' And get discreetly through the morrice so ; 
 ' If your hearts misdirect you, — quit the stage, 
 ' And make amends, — be there amends to make.' 
 Such is, for the Augustine that was once, 
 This Canon Caponsacchi we see now. 
 ' And my heart answers to another tune,' 
 Puts in the Abate, second in the suite, 1930 
 
 ' I have my taste too, and tread no such step ! 
 ' You choose the glorious life, and may, for me, 
 
 * W^ho like the lowest of life's appetites, — 
 
 ' What you judge, — but the very truth of joy 
 ' To my own apprehension which must judge. 
 ' Call me knave and you get yourself called fool ! 
 ' I live for greed, ambition, lust, revenge ; 
 ' Attain these ends by force, guile : hypocrite, 
 
 * To-day, perchance to-morrow recognized 
 
 ' The rational man, the type of common sense.' 1940 
 
 There 's Loyola adapted to our time ! 
 
 Under such guidance Guido plays his part, 
 
 He also influencing in due turn 
 
 These last clods where I track intelligence 
 
 By any glimmer, those four at his beck 
 
 Ready to murder any, and, at their own. 
 
 As ready to murder him, — these are the world ! 
 
 And, first effect of the new cause of things. 
 
 There they lie also duly, — the old pair 
 
 Of the weak head and not so wicked heart, 1950 
 
 And the one Christian mother, wife and girl, 
 
 — Which three gifts seem to make an angel up, — 
 
 The first foot of the dance is on their heads ! 
 
 Still, I stand here, not off the stage though close 
 On the exit : and my last act, as ni}^ first, 
 I owe the scene, and Him who armed me thus 
 With Paul's sword as with Peter's key. I smita 
 
424 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 With my whole strength once more, then end my 
 
 part, 
 Ending, so far as man may, this offence. 
 And when I raise my arm, what plucks my sleeve ? 
 Who stops me in the righteous function, — foe 1961 
 Or friend ? O, still as ever, friends are they 
 Who, in the interest of outraged truth 
 Deprecate such rough handling of a lie ! 
 The facts being proved and incontestable, 
 What is the last word I must listen to ? 
 Is it ' Spare yet a term this barren stock, 
 ' We pray thee dig about and dung and dress 
 ' Till he repent and bring forth fruit even yet ? ' 
 Is it ' So poor and swift a punishment 1970 
 
 ' Shall throw him out of life with all that sin ? 
 ' Let mercy rather pile up pain on pain 
 ' Till the flesh expiate what the soul pays else ? ' 
 Nowise ! Remonstrance on all sides begins 
 Instruct me, there 's a new tribunal now 
 Higher than God's, — the educated man's ! 
 Nice sense of honour in the human breast 
 Supersedes here the old coarse oracle — 
 Confirming handsomely a point or so 
 Wherein the predecessor worked aright 1980 
 
 By rule of thumb: as when Christ said, — when, 
 
 where ? 
 Enough, I find it in a pleading here, — 
 
 * All other wrongs done, patiently I take : 
 
 * But touch my honour and the case is changed ! 
 
 * I feel the due resentment, — nemini 
 
 * Honorem trado, is my quick retort.' 
 Right of Him, just as if pronounced to-day ! 
 Still, should the old authority be mute. 
 
 Or doubtful, or in speaking clash with new, 
 
 The younger takes permission to decide. 1990 
 
 At last we have the instinct of the world 
 
 Ruling its household without tutelage. 
 
 And while the two laws, human and divine, 
 
 Have busied finger with this tangled case. 
 
 In the brisk junior pushes, cuts the knot. 
 
 Pronounces for acquittal. How it trips 
 
 Silverly o'er the tongue ! ' Remit the death ! 
 
 ' Forgive, . . well, in the old way, if thou please, 
 
 * Decency and the relics of routine 
 
X THE POPE 425 
 
 ' Respected,— let the Count go free as air ! 2000 
 
 ' Since he may plead a priest's immunity, — 
 ' The minor orders help enough for that, 
 ' With Farinacci's licence,— who decides 
 ' That the mere implication of such man, 
 ' So privileged, in any cause, before 
 ' Whatever court except the Spiritual, 
 ' Straight quashes the procedure, — quash it, then ! 
 ' It proves a pretty loophole of escape 
 ' Moreover, that, beside the patent fact 
 ' 0' the law's allowance, there 's involved the weal 
 '0' the Popedom : a son's privilege at stake, 2011 
 ' Thou wilt pretend the Church's interest, 
 ' Ignore all finer reasons to forgive 1 
 ' But herein lies the proper cogency— 
 * (Let thy friends teach thee while thou tellest beads) 
 ' That in this case the spirit of culture speaks, 
 ' Civilization is imperative. 
 ' To her shall we remand all delicate points 
 ' Henceforth, nor take irregular advice 
 ' 0' the sly, as heretofore : she used to hint 2020 
 
 ' Apologies when law was out of sorts 
 ' Because a saucy tongue was put to rest, 
 ' An eye that roved w^as cured of arrogance : 
 ' But why be forced to mumble under breath 
 ' What soon shall be acknowledged the plain fact, 
 ' Outspoken, say, in thy successor's time ? 
 ' Methinks we see the golden age return ! 
 ' Civilization and the Emperor 
 ' Succeed thy Christianity and Pope. 
 ' One Emperor then, as one Pope now : meanwhile, 
 ' She anticipates a little to tell thee " Take 2031 
 
 ' " Count Guido's life, and sap society, 
 ' " Whereof the main prop was, is, and shall prove 
 ' " — Supremacy of husband over wife ! " 
 ' Shall the man rule i' the house, or may his mate 
 ' Because of any plea dispute the same ? 
 ' Oh, pleas of all sorts shall abound, be sure, 
 ' If once allowed validity, — for, harsh 
 ' And savage, for, inept and silly-sooth, 
 * For, this and that, will the ingenious sex 2040 
 
 ' Demonstrate the best master e'er graced slave : 
 ' And there 's but one short way to end the coil,— 
 ' By giving right and reason steadily 
 P3 
 
426 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 ' To the man and master : then the wife submits. 
 
 ' There it is broadly stated, — nor the time 
 
 ' Admits we shift — a pillar ? nay, a stake 
 
 ' Out of its place i' the tenement, one touch 
 
 ' Whereto may send a shudder through the heap 
 
 ' And bring it toppling on our heads perchance. 
 
 ' Moreover, if this breed a qualm in thee, 2050 
 
 ' Give thine own feelings play for once,— deal death ? 
 
 ' Thou, whose own life winks o'er the socket-edge, 
 
 ' Would'st thou it went out in such ugly snuff 
 
 ' As dooming sons to death, though justice bade ? 
 
 ' Why, on a certain feast, Barabbas' self 
 
 ' Was set free not to cloud the general cheer. 
 
 ' Neither shalt thou pollute thy Sabbath close ! 
 
 ' Mercy is safe and graceful. How one hears 
 
 ' The howl begin, scarce the three little taps 
 
 ' O' the silver mallet ended on thy brow, — 2060 
 
 ' " His last act was to sacrifice a Count 
 
 ' " And thereby screen a scandal of the Church ! 
 
 ' " Guido condemned, the Canon justified 
 
 ' " Of course, — delinquents of his cloth go free ! " 
 
 ' And so the Luthers and the Calvins come, 
 
 ' So thy hand helps Molinos to the chair 
 
 ' Whence he may hold forth till doom's day on just 
 
 ' These petit-maUre priestlings, — in the choir, 
 
 ' Sanctus et Benedictus, with a brush 
 
 ' Of soft guitar-strings that obey the thumb, 2070 
 
 ' Touched by the bedside, for accompaniment ! 
 
 ' Does this give umbrage to a husband ? Death 
 
 ' To the fool, and to the priest impunity ! 
 
 * But no impunity to any friend 
 
 ' So simply over-loyal as these four 
 
 ' Who made religion of their patron's cause, 
 
 ' Believed in him and did his bidding straight, 
 
 ' Asked not one question but laid down the lives 
 
 ' This Pope took, — all four lives together made 
 
 ' Just his own length of days, — so, dead they lie, 
 
 ' As these were times when loyalty 's a drug, 2081 
 
 ' And zeal in a subordinate too cheap 
 
 ' And common to be savc^d when we spend life ! 
 
 ' Come, 't is too much good breath we waste in words : 
 
 ' The pardon, Holy Father ! Spare grimace, 
 
 ' Shrugs and reluctance ! Are not we the world, 
 
 * Bid thee, our Priam, let soft culture plead 
 
: THE POPE 427 
 
 Hecuba-like, " non tali " (Virgil serves) 
 
 '' Auxilio,'" and the rest ! Enough, it works ! 
 
 The Pope relaxes, and the Prince is loth, 2090 
 
 The father's bowels yearn, the man's will bends, 
 
 Reply is apt. Our tears on tremble, hearts 
 
 Big with a benediction, wait the word 
 
 Shall circulate thro' the city in a trice. 
 
 Set every window flaring, give each man 
 
 0' the mob his torch to wave for gratitude. 
 
 Pronounce it, for our breath and patience fail ! ' 
 
 I will, Sirs : for a voice other than yours 
 Quickens my spirit. ' Quis pro Domino ? 
 
 * Who is upon the Lord's side ? ' asked the Count. 
 
 I, who write — 2101 
 
 ' On receipt of this command, 
 
 * Acquaint Count Guido and his fellows four 
 ' They die to-morrow : could it be to-night, 
 ' The better, but the work to do, takes time. 
 ' Set with all diligence a scaffold up, 
 
 ' Not in the customary place, by Bridge 
 
 ' Saint Angelo, where die the common sort ; 
 
 ' But since the man is noble, and his peers 
 
 ' By predilection haunt the People's Square, 2110 
 
 ' There let him be beheaded in the midst, 
 
 ' And his companions hanged on either side : 
 
 ' So shall the quality see, fear and learn. 
 
 ' All which work takes time : till to-morrow, then, 
 
 ' Let there be prayer incessant for the five ! ' 
 
 For the main criminal I have no hope 
 
 Except in such a suddenness of fate. 
 
 I stood at Naples once, a night so dark 
 
 I could have scarce conjectured there was earth 
 
 Anywhere, sky or sea or world at all : 2120 
 
 But the night's black was burst through by a blaze — 
 
 Thunder struck blow on blow, earth groaned and 
 
 bore. 
 Through her whole length of mountain visible : 
 There lay the city thick and plain with spires. 
 And, like a ghost disshrouded, white the sea. 
 So may the truth be flashed out by one blow. 
 And Guido see, one instant, and be saved. 
 Else I avert my face, nor follow him 
 
428 THE RING AND THE BOOK x 
 
 Into that sad obscure sequestered state 
 
 Where God unmakes but to remake the soul 2130 
 
 He else made first in vain ; which must not be. 
 
 Enough, for I may die this very night 
 
 And how should I dare die, this man let live ? 
 
 CaiTy this forthwith to the Governor ! 
 
XI 
 GUIDO 
 
 You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you, 
 
 Abate Panciatichi — two good Tuscan names : 
 
 Acciaiuoli — ah, your ancestor it was, 
 
 Built the huge battlemented convent-block 
 
 Over the little forky flashing Greve 
 
 That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill 
 
 Just as one first sees Florence : oh those days ! 
 
 'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet, 
 
 The one-arched, brown brick bridge yawns over, — yes, 
 
 Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain 10 
 
 The Roman Gate from where the Ema 's bridged : 
 
 Kingfishers fly there : how I see the bend 
 
 O'erturreted by Certosa which he built, 
 
 That Senescal (we styled him) of your House ! 
 
 I do adjure you, help me, Sirs ! My blood 
 
 Comes from as far a source : ought it to end 
 
 This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks 
 
 Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs ? 
 
 Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy, 
 
 If there be any vile experiment 20 
 
 In the air, — if this your visit simply prove, 
 
 When all 's done, just a well-intentioned trick. 
 
 That tries for truth truer than truth itself, 
 
 By startling up a man, ere break of day. 
 
 To tell him he must die at sunset, — pshaw ! 
 
 That man 's a Franceschini ; feel his pulse, 
 
 Laugh at your folly, and let 's all go sleep ! 
 
 You have my last word, — innocent am I 
 
 As Innocent my Pope and murderer, 
 
 Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own, 30 
 
 As Mary's self, — I said, say and repeat, — 
 
 And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence ? I — 
 
 Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade 
 
 Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound 
 
 That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay 
 
430 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 His dues of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross 
 
 His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside, 
 
 As gallants use who go at large again ! 
 
 For why ? All honest Rome approved my part ; 
 
 Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter, — nay, 40 
 
 Mistress, — had any shadow of any right 
 
 That looks like right, and, all the more resolved, 
 
 Held it with tooth and nail, — these manly men 
 
 Apj^roved ! I being for Rome, Rome was for me ! 
 
 Then, there 's the point reserved, the subterfuge 
 
 My lawyers held by, kept for last resource, 
 
 Firm should all else, — the impossible fancy ! — fail, — • 
 
 And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day : 
 
 The knaves ! One plea at least would hold, they 
 
 laughed. 
 One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock 50 
 
 Even should the middle mud let anchor go — 
 And hook my cause on to the Clergy's, — plea 
 Which, even if law tipped off my hat and plume, 
 Would show my priestly tonsure, save me so,— - 
 The Pope moreover, this old Innocent, 
 Being so meek and mild and merciful, 
 So fond o' the poor and so fatigued of earth, 
 So . . fifty thousand devils in deepest hell ! 
 Why must he cure us of our strange conceit 
 Of the angel in man's likeness, that we loved 60 
 
 And looked should help us at a pinch ? He help ? 
 He pardon ? Here 's his mind and message — death, 
 Thank the good Pope ! Now, is he good in this. 
 Never mind, Christian, — no such stuff 's extant, — 
 But will my death do credit to his reign. 
 Show he both lived and let live, so was good ? 
 Cannot I live if he but like ? ' The law ! ' 
 Why, just the law gives him the very chance, 
 The precise leave to let my life alone. 
 Which the angelic soul of him (he says) 70 
 
 Yearns after ! Here they drop it in his palm, 
 My lawyers, capital o' the cursed kind, — 
 A life to take and hold and keep : but no ! 
 He sighs, shakes head, refuses to shut hand. 
 Motions away the gift they bid him grasp. 
 And of the coyness comes that off I run 
 And down I go, he best knows whither, — mind, 
 He knows, and sets me rolling all the same ! 
 
XI 
 
 GUIDO 431 
 
 Disinterested Vicar of our Lord, 
 
 This way he abrogates and disallows, 80 
 
 Nullifies and ignores, — reverts in fine 
 
 To the good and right, in detriment of me ! 
 
 Talk away ! Will you have the naked truth ? 
 
 He 's sick of his life's supper, — swallowed lies : 
 
 So, hobbling bedward, needs must ease his maw 
 
 Just where I sit o' the door-sill. Sir Abate, 
 
 Can you do nothing ? Friends, we used to frisk : 
 
 What of this sudden slash in a friend's face, 
 
 This cut across our good companionship 
 
 That showed its front so gay when both were young ? 
 
 Were not we put into a beaten path, 91 
 
 Bid pace the world, we nobles born and bred, 
 
 The body of friends with each his scutcheon full 
 
 Of old achievement and impunity, — 
 
 Taking the laugh of morn and Sol's salute 
 
 As forth we fared, pricked on to breathe our steeds 
 
 And take equestrian sport over the green 
 
 Under the blue, across the crop, — what care ? 
 
 So we went prancing up hill and down dale, 
 
 In and out of the level and the straight, 100 
 
 By the bit of pleasant bye way, where was harm ? 
 
 Still Sol salutes me and the morning laughs : 
 
 I see my grandsire's hoof -prints, — point the spot 
 
 Where he drew rein, slipped saddle, and stabbed knave 
 
 For daring throw gibe — much less, stone — from pale. 
 
 Then back, and on, and up with the cavalcade ; 
 
 Just so wend we, now canter, now converse, 
 
 Till, 'mid the jauncing pride and jaunty port. 
 
 Something of a sudden jerks at somebody — 
 
 A dagger is out, a flashing cut and thrust, HO 
 
 Because I play some prank my grandsire played, 
 
 And here I sprawl : where is the company ? Gone ! 
 
 A trot and a trample ! only I lie trapped. 
 
 Writhe in a certain novel springe just set 
 
 By the good old Pope : I 'm first prize. Warn me ? 
 
 Why? 
 Apprize me that the law o' the game is changed ? 
 Enough that I 'm a warning, as I writhe, 
 To all and each my fellows of the file, 
 And make law plain henceforward past mistake, 
 ' For such a prank, death is the penalty ! ' 120 
 
 Pope the Five Hundredth . . what do I know or care ? 
 
432 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 Deputes your Eminence and Abateship 
 
 To announce that, twelve hours from this time, he 
 
 needs 
 I just essay upon my body and soul 
 The virtue of his bran-new engine, prove 
 Represser of the pranksome ! I 'm the first ! 
 Thanks. Do you know what teeth you mean to try 
 The sharpness of, on this soft neck and throat ? 
 I know it, — I have seen and hate it, — ay, 
 As you shall, while I tell you : let me talk, 130 
 
 Or leave me, at your pleasure ! talk I must : 
 What is your visit but my lure to talk ? 
 You have a something to disclose ? — a smile. 
 At end of the forced sternness, means to mock 
 The heart-beats here ? I call your two hearts stone ! 
 Is your charge to stay with me till I die ? 
 Be tacit as your bench, then 1 Use your ears, 
 I use my tongue : how ghbly yours will run 
 At pleasant supper-time . . God's curse ! . . to-night 
 When all the guests jump up, begin so brisk 140 
 
 ' Welcome, his Eminence who shrived the wretch ! 
 ' Now we shall have the Abate's story ! ' 
 
 Life! 
 How I could spill this overplus of mine 
 Among those hoar-haired, shrunk-shanked, odds and 
 
 ends 
 Of body and soul, old age is chewing dry ! 
 Those windle-straws that stare while purblind death 
 Mows here, mows there, makes hay of juicy me, 
 And misses, just the bunch of withered weed. 
 Would brighten hell and streak its smoke with flame ! 
 How the life I could shed yet never shrink, 151 
 
 Would drench their stalks with sap like grass in May ! 
 Is it not terrible, I entreat you. Sirs ? 
 Such manifold and plenitudinous life, 
 Prompt at death's menace to give blow for threat, 
 Answer his ' Be thou not ! ' by ' Thus I am ! '— 
 Terrible so to be alive yet die ? 
 
 How I live, how I see ! so, — how I speak ! 
 Lucidity of soul unlocks the lips : 
 I never had the words at will before. 160 
 
 How I see all my folly at a glance ! 
 
XI 
 
 GUIDO 433 
 
 * A man requires a woman and a wife : ' 
 
 There was my folly ; I believed the saw : 
 
 I knew that just myself concerned myself, 
 
 Yet needs must look for what I seemed to lack, 
 
 In a woman, — why, the woman 's in the man ! 
 
 Fools we are, how we learn things when too late ! 
 
 Overmuch life turns round my woman-side ; 
 
 The male and female in me, mixed before, 
 
 Settle of a sudden : I 'm my wife outright 170 
 
 In this unmanly appetite for truth, 
 
 This careless courage as to consequence. 
 
 This instantaneous sight through things and through, 
 
 This voluble rhetoric, if you please, — 't is she ! 
 
 Here you have that Pompilia whom I slew, 
 
 Also the folly for which I slew her ! 
 
 Fool! 
 And, fool-like, what is it I wander from ? 
 What, of the sharpness of your iron tooth ? 
 Ah, — that I know the hateful thing : this way. 180 
 I chanced to stroll forth, many a good year gone, 
 One warm Spring eve in Rome, and unaware 
 Looking, mayhap, to count what stars were out, 
 Came on your huge axe in a frame, that falls 
 And so cuts off a man's head underneath, 
 Mannaia, — thus we made acquaintance first. 
 Out of the way, in a bye-part o' the town, 
 At the Mouth-of -Truth o' the river-side, you know : 
 One goes by the Capitol : and wherefore coy, 
 Retiring out of crowded noisy Rome ? 190 
 
 Because a very little time ago 
 It had done service, chopped off head from trunk, 
 Belonging to a fellow whose poor house 
 The thing had made a point to stand before. 
 Felice Whatsoever-was-the-name 
 Who stabled buffaloes and so gained bread, 
 (Our clowns unyoke them in the ground hard by) 
 And, after use of much improper speech. 
 Had struck at Duke Some-title-or-other's face. 
 Because he kidnapped, carried away and kept 200 
 Felice's sister that would sit and sing 
 I' the filthy doorway while she plaited fringe 
 To deck the brutes with, — on their gear it goes, — 
 The good girl with the velvet in her voice. 
 So did the Duke, so did Felice, so 
 
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 Did Justice, intervening with her axe. 
 
 There the man-mutilating engine stood 
 
 At ease, both gay and grim, Uke a Swiss guard 
 
 Off duty, — ^purified itself as well, 
 
 Getting dry, sweet and proper for next week, — 210 
 
 And doing incidental good, 't was hoped 
 
 To the rough lesson-lacking populace 
 
 Who now and then, forsooth, must right their wrongs ! 
 
 There stood the twelve-foot-square of scaffold, railed 
 
 Considerately round to elbow-height : 
 
 (Suppose an ofhcer should tumble thence 
 
 And sprain his ankle and be lame a month, 
 
 Through starting when the axe fell and head too ?) 
 
 Railed likewise were the steps whereby 't was reached. 
 
 All of it painted red : red, in the midst, 220 
 
 Ran up two narrow tall beams barred across, 
 
 Since from the summit, some twelve feet to reach 
 
 The iron plate with the sharp shearing edge 
 
 Had . . slammed, jerked, shot or slid, — ^I shall find 
 
 which ! 
 There it lay quiet, fast in its fit place, 
 The wooden half-moon collar, now eclipsed 
 By the blade which blocked its curvature : apart, 
 The other half, — the under half-moon board 
 Which, helped by this, completes a neck's embrace, — 
 Joined to a sort of desk that wheels aside 230 
 
 Out of the way when done with, — down you kneel, 
 In you 're wheeled, over you the other drops. 
 Tight you are clipped, whiz, there 's the blade on you, 
 Out trundles body, down flops head on floor. 
 And where 's your soul gone ? That, too, I shall find ! 
 This kneeling-place was red, red, never fear I 
 But only slimy-like with paint, not blood, 
 For why ? a decent pitcher stood at hand, 
 A broad dish to hold sawdust, and a broom 
 By some unnamed utensil, — scraper-rake, — 240 
 
 Each with a conscious air of duty done. 
 Underneath, loungers, — boys and some few men, — 
 Discoursed this platter and the other tool. 
 Just as, when grooms tie up and dress a steed, 
 Boys lounge and look on, and elucubrate 
 What the round brush is used for, what the square, — 
 So was explained — to me the skill-less man — • 
 The manner of the grooming for next world 
 
XI GUIDO 435 
 
 Undergone by Felice What's-his-name. 249 
 
 There 's no such lovely month in Rome as May — 
 
 May's crescent is no half-moon of red plank, 
 
 And came now tilting o'er the wave i' the west, 
 
 One greenish-golden sea, right 'twixt those bars 
 
 Of the engine — I began acquaintance with, 
 
 Understood, hated, hurried from before. 
 
 To have it out of sight and cleanse my soul ! 
 
 Here it is all again, conserved for use : 
 
 Twelve hours hence I may know more, not hate worse. 
 
 That young May-moon-month ! Devils of the deep ! 
 
 Was not a Pope then Pope as much as now ? 260 
 
 Used not he chirrup o'er the Merry Tales, 
 
 Chuckle, — his nephew so exact the wag 
 
 To play a jealous cuUion such a trick 
 
 As wins the wife i' the pleasant story ! Well ? 
 
 Why do things change ? Wherefore is Rome un- 
 
 Romed ? 
 I tell you, ere Felice's corpse was cold, 
 The Duke, that night, threw wide his palace-doors, 
 Received the compliments o' the quality, 
 For justice done him, — bowed and smirked his best, 
 And in return passed round a prett}^ thing, 270 
 
 A portrait of Felice's sister's self. 
 Florid old rogue Albano's masterpiece. 
 As — better than virginity in rags — 
 Bouncing Europa on the back o' the bull : 
 They laughed and took their road the safeher home. 
 Ah, but times change, there 's quite another Pope, 
 I do the Duke's deed, take Felice's place. 
 And, being no Felice, lout and clout. 
 Stomach but ill the phrase ' I lose my head ! ' 279 
 How euphemistic ! Lose what ? Lose 3^our ring. 
 Your snuff-box, tablets, kerchief ! — but, your head ? 
 I learnt the process at an early age ; 
 'T was useful knowledge in those same old days. 
 To know the way a head is set on neck. 
 My fencing-master urged ' Would you excel ? 
 
 * Rest not content with mere bold give-and-guard, 
 ' Nor pink the antagonist somehow-anyhow, — 
 
 ' See me dissect a little, and know your game ! 
 
 * Only anatomy makes a thrust the thing.' 
 
 Oh Cardinal, those lithe live necks of ours 1 290 
 
436 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 Here go the vertebrae, here's Atlas, here 
 
 Axis, and here the symphyses stop short, 
 
 So wisely and well, — as, o'er a corpse, we cant, — 
 
 And here 's the silver cord which . . . what 's our word ? 
 
 Depends from the gold bowl, which loosed (not ' lost ') 
 
 Lets us from heaven to hell, — one chop, we 're loose ! 
 
 ' And not much pain i' the process,' quoth the sage : 
 
 Who told him ? Not Felice's ghost, I think ! 
 
 Such ' losing ' is scarce Mother Nature's mode. 
 
 She fain would have cord ease itself away, 300 
 
 Worn to a thread by threescore years and ten, 
 
 Snap while we slumber : that seems bearable : 
 
 I 'm told one clot of blood extra vasate 
 
 Ends one as certainly as Roland's sword, — 
 
 One drop of lymph suffused proves Oliver's mace,— 
 
 Intruding, either of the pleasant pair. 
 
 On the arachnoid tunic of my brain. 
 
 That 's Nature's way of loosing cord ! — ^but Art, 
 
 How of Art's process with the engine here ? 
 
 When bowl and cord alike are crushed across, 310 
 
 Bored between, bruised through ? Why, if Fagon's 
 
 self, 
 The French Court's pride, that famed practitioner, 
 Would pass his cold pale lightning of a knife, 
 Pistoja-ware, adroit 'twixt joint and joint, 
 With just a ' See how facile, gentlefolks ! ' — 
 The thing were not so bad to bear ! Brute force 
 Cuts as he comes, breaks in, breaks on, breaks out 
 O' the hard and soft of you : is that the same ? 
 A lithe snake thrids the hedge, makes throb no leaf : 
 A heavy ox sets chest to brier and branch, 320 
 
 Bursts somehow through, and leaves one hideous hole 
 Behind him ! 
 
 And why, why must this needs be ? 
 Oh, if men were but good ! They are not good. 
 Nowise like Peter : people called him rough. 
 But if, as I left Rome, I spoke the Saint, 
 — ' Petrus, quo vadis ? ' — doubtless, I should hear, 
 ' To free the prisoner and forgive his fault ! 
 * I plucked the absolute dead from God's own bar, 
 ' And raised up Dorcas, — why not rescue thee ? ' 
 What would cost one such nullifying word ? 331 
 
 If Innocent succeeds to Peter's place, 
 
XI GUIDO 437 
 
 Let him think Peter's thought, speak Peter's speech ! 
 
 I say, he is bound to it : friends, how say you ? 
 
 Concede I be all one bloodguiltiness 
 
 And mystery of murder in the flesh, 
 
 Why should that fact keep the Pope's mouth shut fast? 
 
 He execrates my crime, — ^good ! — sees hell yawn 
 
 One inch from the red plank's end which I press, — 
 
 Nothing is better ! What's the consequence ? 340 
 
 How does a Pope proceed that knows his cue ? 
 
 Why, leaves me linger out my minute here. 
 
 Since close on death come judgment and the doom, 
 
 Nor cribs at dawn its pittance from a sheep 
 
 Destined ere dewfall to be butcher's-meat ! 
 
 Think, Sirs, if I had done you any harm. 
 
 And you require the natural revenge. 
 
 Suppose, and so intend to poison me, 
 
 — Just as you take and slip into my draught 
 
 The paperful of powder that clears scores, 350 
 
 You notice on my brow a certain blue : 
 
 How you both overset the wine at once ! 
 
 How you both smile ! ' Our enemy has the plague ! 
 
 ' Twelve hours hence he '11 be scraping his bones bare 
 
 ' Of that intolerable flesh, and die, 
 
 ' Frenzied wdth pain : no need for poison here ! 
 
 ' Step aside and enjoy the spectacle ! ' 
 
 Tender for souls are you. Pope Innocent ! 
 
 Christ's maxim is — one soul outweighs the world : 
 
 Respite me, save a soul, then, curse the world ! 360 
 
 ' No,' venerable sire, I hear you smirk, 
 
 ' No : for Christ's gospel changes names, not things, 
 
 ' Renews the obsolete, does nothing more ! 
 
 ' Our fire-new gospel is re tinkered law, 
 
 ' Our mercy, justice, — Jove 's rechristened God, — 
 
 ' Nay, whereas, in the popular conceit, 
 
 ' 'T is pity that old harsh Law somehow limps, 
 
 ' Lingers on earth, although Law's day be done, — 
 
 * Else would benignant Gospel interpose, 
 
 ' Not furtively as now, but bold and frank 370 
 
 ' O'erflutter us with healing in her wings, — 
 
 ' Law is all harshness, Gospel were all love ! — 
 
 ' We like to put it, on the contrary, — 
 
 ' G<)spel takes up the rod which Law lets fall ; 
 
 ' Mercy is vigilant when justice sleeps ; 
 
 ' Does Law let Guido taste the Gospel-grace ? 
 
438 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 ' The secular arm allov/ the spiritual power 
 
 ' To act for once ? — what compliment so fine 
 
 ' As that the Gospel handsomely be harsh, 379 
 
 ' Thrust back Law's victim on the nice and coy ? ' 
 
 Yes, you do say so, — else you would forgive 
 
 Me, Avhom Law dares not touch but tosses you 1 
 
 Do n't think to put on the professional face ! 
 
 You know what I know, — casuists as you are, 
 
 Each nerve must creep, each hair start, sting and 
 
 stand, 
 At such illogical inconsequence ! 
 Dear my friends, do but see ! A murder 's tried, 
 There are two parties to the cause : I 'm one, 
 — Defend myself, as somebody must do : 
 I have the best o' the battle : that 's a fact, 390 
 
 Simple fact, — fancies find no place beside : 
 What though half Rome condemned me ? Half 
 
 approved : 
 And, none disputes, the luck is mine at last, 
 All Rome, i' the main, acquits me : whereupon 
 What has the Pope to ask but ' How finds Law 1 ' 
 ' I find,' replies Law, ' I have erred this while : 
 ' Guilty or guiltless, Guido proves a priest, 
 ' No layman : he is therefore yours, not mine : 
 ' I bound him : loose him, you whose will is Christ's ! ' 
 And now what does this Vicar of the Lord, 400 
 
 Shepherd o' the flock, — one of whose charge bleats sore 
 For crook's help from the quag wherein it drowns ? 
 Law suffers him put forth the crumpled end, — 
 His pleasure is to turn staff, use the point. 
 And thrust the shuddering sheep he calls a Avolf, 
 Back and back, down and down to where hell gapes ! 
 ' Guiltless,' cries Law — ' Guilty ' corrects the Pope ! 
 ' Guilty,' for the whim's sake ! ' Guilty,' he somehow 
 
 thinks. 
 And anyhow says : 't is truth ; he dares not lie ! 
 Others should do the lying. That 's the cause 410 
 Brings you both here : I ought in decency 
 Confess to you that I deserve my fate, 
 Am guilty, as the Pope thinks, — ay, to the end, 
 Keep up the jest, lie on, lie ever, lie 
 I' the latest gasp of me ! What reason. Sirs ? 
 Because to-morrow will succeed to-day 
 For you, though not for me : and if I stick 
 
XI GUIDO 439 
 
 Still to the truth, declare with my last breath, 
 
 I die an innocent and murdered man, — 4i9 
 
 Why, there 's the tongue of Rome will wag a-pace 
 
 This time to-morrow, — do n't I hear the talk 1 
 
 ' So, to the last he proved impenitent ? 
 
 ' Pagans have said as much of martyred saints ! 
 
 ' Law demurred, washed her hands of the whole case. 
 
 ' Prince Somebody said this, Duke Something, that. 
 
 ' Doubtless the man's dead, dead enough, do n't fear ! 
 
 ' But, hang it, what if there have been a spice, 
 
 ' A touch of . . eh ? You see, the Pope 's so old, 
 
 ' Some of us add, obtuse, — age never slips 
 
 ' The chance of shoving youth to face death first 1 ' 
 
 And so on. Therefore to suppress such talk 431 
 
 You two come here, entreat I tell you lies. 
 
 And end, the edifying way. I end, 
 
 Telling the truth ! Your self-styled shepherd thieves ! 
 
 A thief — and how thieves hate the wolves we know : 
 
 Damage to theft, damage to thrift, all 's one ! 
 
 The red hand is sworn foe of the black jaw 1 
 
 That 's only natural, that 's right enough : 
 
 But why the wolf should compliment the thief 439 
 
 With the shepherd's title, bark out life in thanks, 
 
 And, spiteless, lick the prong that spits him, — eh. 
 
 Cardinal ? My Abate, scarcely thus ! 
 
 There, let my sheepskin-garb, a curse on 't, go — 
 
 Leave my teeth free if I must show my shag ! 
 
 Repent ? What good shall follow ? If I pass 
 
 Twelve hours repenting, ^vill that fact hook fast 
 
 The thirteenth at the horrid dozen's end ? 
 
 If I fall forthwith at your feet, gnash, tear. 
 
 Foam, rave, to give your story the due grace, 
 
 Will that assist the engine half-way back 450 
 
 Into its hiding-house ? — boards, shaking now, 
 
 Bone against bone, like some old skeleton bat 
 
 That wants, now winter 's dead, to wake and prey ! 
 
 Will howling put the spectre back to sleep ? 
 
 Ah, but I misconceive your object. Sirs ! 
 
 Since I want new life like the creature, — hfe 
 
 Being done with here, begins i' the world away : 
 
 I shall next have ' Come, mortals, and be judged ! ' 
 
 There 's but a minute betwixt this and then : 
 
 So, quick, be sorry since it saves my soul ! 460 
 
 Sirs, truth shall save it, since no lies assist ! 
 
440 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 Hear the truth, you, whatever you style yourselves, 
 
 Civilization and society ! 
 
 Come, one good grapple, I with all the world ! 
 
 Dying in cold blood is the desperate thing ; 
 
 The angry heart explodes, bears off in blaze 
 
 The indignant soul, and I 'm combustion-ripe. 
 
 Why, you intend to do your worst wdth me ! 
 
 That 's in your eyes ! You dare no more than death, 
 
 And mean no less. I must make up my mind ! 
 
 So Pietro, — ^when I chased him here and there, 471 
 
 Morsel by morsel cut away the life 
 
 I loathed, — cried for just respite to confess 
 
 And save his soul : much respite did I grant ! 
 
 Why grant me respite who deserve my doom ? 
 
 Me — who engaged to play a prize, fight you, 
 
 Knowing your arms, and foil you, trick for trick. 
 
 At rapier-fence, your match and, may be, more. 
 
 I knew that if I chose sin certain sins, 
 
 Solace my lusts out of the regular way 480 
 
 Prescribed me, I should find you in the path, 
 
 Have to try skill with a redoubted foe ; 
 
 You would lunge, I would parry, and make end. 
 
 At last, occasion of a murder comes : 
 
 We cross blades, I, for all my brag, break guard. 
 
 And in goes the cold iron at my breast. 
 
 Out at my back, and end is made of me. 
 
 You stand confessed the adroiter swordsman, — ay. 
 
 But on your triumph you increase, it seems. 
 
 Want more of me than lying flat on face ; 490 
 
 I ought to raise my ruined head, allege 
 
 Not simply I pushed worse blade o' the pair. 
 
 But my antagonist dispensed with steel ! 
 
 There was no passage of arms, you looked me low, 
 
 With brow and eye abolished cut-and-thrust 
 
 Nor used the vulgar weapon ! This chance scratch, 
 
 This incidental hurt, this sort of hole 
 
 I' the heart of me ? I stumbled, got it so ! 
 
 Fell on my own sword as a bungler may ! 
 
 Yourself proscribe such heathen tools, and trust 
 
 To the naked virtue : it was virtue stood 501 
 
 Unarmed and awed me, — on my brow there burned 
 
 Crime out so plainly, intolerably, red, 
 
 That I was fain to cry — ' Down to the dust 
 
 * With me, and bury there brow, brand and all ! ' 
 
XI GUIDO 441 
 
 Law had essayed the adventure, — but what 's Law ? 
 Morality exposed the Gorgon-shield ! 
 Morality and Religion conquer me. 
 If Law sufficed would you come here, entreat 
 I supplement law, and confess forsooth ? 510 
 
 Did not the Trial show things plain enough ? 
 ' Ah, but a word of the man's very self 
 ' Would somehow put the keystone in its place 
 ' And crown the arch ! ' Then take the word you 
 want ! 
 
 I say that, long ago, when things began. 
 
 All the world made agreement, such and such 
 
 Were pleasure-giving profit-bearing acts, 
 
 But henceforth extra-legal, nor to be : 
 
 You must not kill the man whose death would please 
 
 And profit you, unless his life stop yours 520 
 
 Plainly, and need so be put aside : 
 
 Get the thing by a public course, by law, 
 
 Only no private bloodshed as of old ! 
 
 All of us, for the good of every one, 
 
 Renounced such licence and conformed to law : 
 
 Who breaks law, breaks pact, therefore, helps himself 
 
 To pleasure and profit over and above the due. 
 
 And must pay forfeit, — pain beyond his share : 
 
 For pleasure is the sole good in the world. 
 
 Anyone's pleasure turns to someone's pain, 530 
 
 So, let law watch for everyone, — say we. 
 
 Who call things wicked that give too much joy. 
 
 And nickname the reprisal, envy makes. 
 
 Punishment : quite right ! thus the world goes round. 
 
 I, being well aware such pact there was. 
 
 Who in my time have found advantage too 
 
 In law's observance and crime's penalty, — 
 
 Who, but for wholesome fear law bred in friends. 
 
 Had doubtless given example long ago, 
 
 Eurnished forth some friend's pleasure with my pain. 
 
 And, by my death, pieced out his scanty life, — 541 
 
 I could not, for that foolish life of me. 
 
 Help risking law's infringement, — ^I broke bond. 
 
 And needs must pay price, — wherefore, here 's my 
 
 head. 
 Flung with a flourish ! But, repentance too ? 
 But pure and simple sorrow for law's breach 
 
442 THE RING AND THE BOOK xr 
 
 Rather than blunderer' s-ineptitude ? 
 
 Cardinal, no ! Abate, scarcely thus ! 
 
 'T is the fault, not that I dared try a fall 549 
 
 With Law and straightway am found undermost, 
 
 But that I fail to see, above man's law, 
 
 God's precept you, the Christians recognize ? 
 
 Colly my cow ! Do n't fidget. Cardinal ! 
 
 Abate, cross your breast and count your beads 
 
 And exorcize the devil, for here he stands 
 
 And stiffens in the bristly nape of neck, 
 
 Daring you drive him hence ! You, Christians both ? 
 
 I say, if ever was such faith at all 
 
 Born in the world, by your community 
 
 Suffered to live its little tick of time, 560 
 
 'T is dead of age now, ludicrously dead ; 
 
 Honour its ashes, if you be discreet, 
 
 In epitaph only ! For, concede its death, 
 
 Allow extinction, you may boast unchecked 
 
 What feats the thing did in a crazy land 
 
 At a fabulous epoch, — treat your faith, that way, 
 
 Just as you treat your relics : ' Here 's a shred 
 
 ' Of saintly flesh, a scrap of blessed bone, 
 
 ' Raised King Cophetua, who was dead, to life 
 
 ' In Mesopotamy twelve centuries since, 570 
 
 ' Such was its virtue ! ' — twangs the Sacristan, 
 
 Holding the shrine-box up, with hands like feet 
 
 Because of gout in every finger- joint : 
 
 Does he bethink him to reduce one knob, 
 
 Allay one twinge by touching what he vaunts ? 
 
 I think he half uncrooks fist to catch fee. 
 
 But, for the grace, the quality of cure, — 
 
 Cophetua was the man put that to proof ! 
 
 Not otherwise, your faith is shrined and shown 
 
 And shamed at once : you banter while you bow ! 
 
 Do you dispute this ? Come, a monster-laugh, 581 
 
 A madman's laugh, allowed his Carnival 
 
 Later ten days than when all Rome, but he. 
 
 Laughed at the candle-contest : mine 's alight, 
 
 'T is just it sputter till the puff o' the Pope 
 
 End it to-morrow and the world turn Ash, 
 
 Come, thus I wave a wand and bring to pass 
 
 In a moment, in the twinkle of an eye. 
 
 What but that — feigning everywhere grows fact. 
 
 Professors turn possessors, realize 590 
 
XI GUIDO 443 
 
 The faith they play with as a fancy now, 
 
 And bid it operate, have full effect 
 
 On every circumstance of life, to-day, 
 
 In R/ome, — faith's flow set free at fountain-head ! 
 
 Now, you '11 own, at this present when I speak. 
 
 Before I work the wonder, there 's no man 
 
 Woman or child in Rome, faith's fountain-head, . 
 
 Bat might, if each were minded, realize 
 
 Conversely unbelief, faith's opposite — 
 
 Set it to work on life unflinchingly, 600 
 
 Yet give no symptom of an outward change : 
 
 Why should things change because men disbeheve ? 
 
 What 's incompatible, in the whited tomb, 
 
 With bones and rottenness one inch below ? 
 
 What saintly act is done in Rome to-day 
 
 But might be prompted by the devil, — ' is ' 
 
 I say not, — ' has been, and again may be,' — 
 
 I do say, full i' the face o' the crucifix 
 
 You try to stop my mouth wdth ! Off with it ! 
 
 Look in your own heart, if your soul have eyes ! , 610 
 
 You shall see reason why, though faith were fled, 
 
 Unbelief still might work the wires and move 
 
 Man, the machine, to play a faithful part. 
 
 Preside your college. Cardinal, in your cape, 
 
 Or, — having got above his head, grown Pope, — 
 
 Abate, gird your loins and wash my feet ! 
 
 Do you suppose I am at loss at all 
 
 Why you crook, why you cringe, why fast or feast ? 
 
 Praise, blame, sit, stand, lie or go ! — all of it. 
 
 In each of you, purest unbelief may prompt, 620 
 
 And wit explain to who has eyes to see. 
 
 But, lo, I wave wand, make the false the true ! 
 
 Here 's Rome believes in Christianity ! 
 
 What an explosion, how the fragments fly 
 
 Of what was surface, mask and make-believe ! ' 
 
 Begin now, — look at this Pope's-halberdier 
 
 In wasp-like black and yellow foolery ! 
 
 He, doing duty at the corridor. 
 
 Wakes from a muse and stands convinced of sin I 
 
 Down he flings halbert, leaps the passage-length, 
 
 Pushes into the presence, pantingly 631 
 
 Submits the extreme peril of the case 
 
 To the Pope's self, — whom in the world beside ? — 
 
 And the Pope breaks talk with ambassador. 
 
444 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 Bids aside bishop, wills the whole world wait 
 
 Till he secure that prize, outweighs the world, 
 
 A soul, relieve the sentry of his qualm ! 
 
 His Altitude the Referendary, — 
 
 Robed right, and ready for the usher's word 
 
 To pay devoir, — is, of all times, just then 640 
 
 'Ware of a master-stroke of argument 
 
 Will cut the spinal cord . . ugh, ugh ! . . I mean, 
 
 Paralyse Molinism for evermore ! 
 
 Straight he leaves lobby, trundles, two and two, 
 
 Down steps, to reach home, write if but a word 
 
 Shall end the impudence : he leaves who likes 
 
 Go pacify the Pope : there 's Christ to serve ! 
 
 How otherwise would men display their zeal ? 
 
 If the same sentry had the least surmise 
 
 A powder-barrel 'neath the pavement lay 650 
 
 In neighbourhood with what might prove a match, 
 
 Meant to blow sky-high Pope and presence both — 
 
 Would he not break through courtiers, rank and 
 
 file. 
 Bundle up, bear off and save body so, 
 O' the Pope, no matter for his priceless soul ? 
 There 's no fool's-freak here, nought to soundly swinge, 
 Only a man in earnest, you '11 so praise 
 And pay and prate about, that earth shall ring ! 
 Had thought possessed the Referendary 
 His jewel-case at home was left ajar, 6G0 
 
 What would be wrong in running, robes awry, 
 To be beforehand with the pilferer ? 
 What talk then of indecent haste ? Which means, 
 That both these, each in his degree, would do 
 Just that, — for a comparative nothing's sake. 
 And thereby gain approval and reward, — 
 Which, done for what Christ says is worth the world, 
 Procures the doer curses, cuffs and kicks. 
 I call such difference 'twixt act and act. 
 Sheer lunacy unless your truth on lip 670 
 
 Be recognized a lie in heart of ,you ! 
 How do you all act, promptly or in doubt, 
 When there 's a guest poisoned at supper-time 
 And he sits chatting on with spot on cheek ? 
 ' Pluck him by the skirt, and round him in the ears, 
 ' Have at him by the beard, warn anyhow ! ' 
 Good, and this other friend that 's cheat and thief 
 
XI 
 
 GUIDO 445 
 
 And dissolute, — go stop the devil's feast, 
 
 Withdraw him from the imminent hell-fire ! 679 
 
 Why, for your life, you dare not tell your friend 
 
 ' You He, and I admonish you for Christ ! ' 
 
 Who yet dare seek that same man at the Mass 
 
 To warn him — on his knees, and tinkle near, — 
 
 He left a cask a-tilt, a tap unturned, 
 
 The Trebbian running : what a grateful jump 
 
 Out of the Church rewards your vigilance ! 
 
 Perform that self -same service just a thought 
 
 More maladroitly, — since a bishop sits 
 
 At function ! — and he budges not, bites lip, — • 
 
 ' You see my case : how can I quit my post ? 690 
 
 ' He has an eye to any such default. 
 
 ' See to it, neighbour, I beseech your love ! ' 
 
 He and you know the relative worth of things, 
 
 What is permissible or inopportune. 
 
 Contort j'^our brows ! You know I speak the truth: 
 
 Gold is called gold, and dross called dross, i' the 
 
 Book: 
 Gold you let lie and dross pick up and prize ! 
 — Despite your muster of some fifty monks 698 
 
 And nuns a-maundering here and mumping there, 
 Who could, and on occasion would, spurn dross, 
 Clutch gold, and prove their faith a fact so far, — 
 I grant you ! Fifty times the number squeak 
 And gibber in the madhouse — firm of faith, 
 This fellow, that his nose supports the moon, 
 The other, that his straw hat crowns him Pope ; 
 Does that prove all the world outside insane ? 
 Do fifty miracle-mongers match the mob 
 That acts on the frank faithless principle, 
 Born-baptized-and-bred Christian-atheists, each 
 With just as much a right to judge as you,— 710 
 
 As many senses in his soul, or nerves 
 I' neck of him as I,— whom, soul and sense, 
 Neck and nerve, you abolish presently,— 
 I being the unit in creation now 
 Who pay the Maker, in this speech of mine, 
 A creature's duty, spend my last of breath 
 In bearing witness, even by my worst fault 
 To the creature's obligation, absolute. 
 Perpetual : my w^orst fault protests, ' The faith 
 ' Claims all of me : I would give all she claims, 720 
 
446 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 ' But for a spice of doubt : the risk 's too rash : 
 
 ' Double or quits, I play, but, all or nought, 
 
 ' Exceeds my courage : therefore, I descend 
 
 ' To the next faith with no dubiety — 
 
 ' Faith in the present life, made last as long 
 
 ' And prove as full of pleasure as may hap, 
 
 ' Whatever pain it cause the world.' I 'm wrong ? 
 
 I 've had my life, whate'er I lose : I 'm right I 
 
 I 've got the single good there was to gain. 
 
 Entire faith, or else complete unbelief, — 730 
 
 Aught between has my loathing and contempt, 
 
 Mine and God's also, doubtless : ask yourself, 
 
 Cardinal, where and how you like a man ! 
 
 Why, either with your feet upon his head, 
 
 Confessed your caudatory, or at large 
 
 The stranger in the crowd who caps to you 
 
 But keeps his distance, — why should he presume ? 
 
 You want no hanger-on and dropper-off. 
 
 Now yours, and now not yours but quite his own, 
 
 According as the sky looks black or bright. 740 
 
 Just so I capped to and kept off from faith — 
 
 You promised trudge behind through fair and foul, 
 
 Yet leave i' the lurch at the first spit of rain. 
 
 Who holds to faith whenever rain begins ? 
 
 What does the father when his son lies dead, 
 
 The merchant when his money-bags take wing, 
 
 The politician whom a rival ousts ? 
 
 No case but has its conduct, faith prescribes : 
 
 Where 's the obedience that shall edify ? 
 
 Why, they laugh frankly in the face of faith 750 
 
 And take the natural course, — this rends his hair 
 
 Because his child is taken to God's breast. 
 
 That gnashes teeth and raves at loss of trash 
 
 Which rust corrupts and thieves break through and 
 
 steal, 
 And this, enabled to inherit earth 
 Through meekness, curses till your blood runs cold ! 
 Down they all drop to my low level, ease 
 Heart upon dungy earth that 's warm and soft, 
 And let who will, attempt the altitudes. 
 We have the prodigal son of heavenly sire, 760 
 
 Turning his nose up at the fatted calf. 
 Fain to fill belly with the husks we swine 
 Did eat bj^ born depravity of taste ! 
 
XI 
 
 GUIDO 447 
 
 Enough of the hypocrites. But you, Sirs, you — 
 
 Who never budged from litter where I lay. 
 
 And buried snout i' the draff-box while I fed, 
 
 Cried amen to my creed's one article — 
 
 ' Get pleasure, 'scape pain, — give your preference 
 
 ' To the immediate good, for time is brief, 
 
 ' And death ends good and ill and everything : 770 
 
 ' What 's got is gained, what 's gained soon is gained 
 
 twice, 
 ' And, — inasmuch as faith gains most, — feign faith ! ' 
 So did we brother-like pass word about : 
 — ^You, now, — like bloody drunkards but half -drunk, 
 Who fool men yet perceive men find them fools. 
 And that a titter gains the gravest mouth, — 
 0' the sudden you must needs re-introduce 
 Solemnity, must sober undue mirth 
 By a blow dealt your boon companion here 
 Who, using the old hcence, dreamed of harm 780 
 
 No more than snow in harvest : yet it falls ! 
 You check the merriment effectually 
 By pushing your abrupt machine i' the midst, 
 Making me Rome's example : blood for wine ! 
 The general good needs that you chop and change ! 
 I may dislike the hocus-pocus, — Rome, 
 The laughter-loving people, won't they stare 
 Chap-fallen ! — while serious natures sermonize 
 ' The magistrate, he beareth not the sword 789 
 
 ' In vain ; who sins may taste its edge, we see ! ' 
 Why my sin, drunkards ? Where have I abused 
 Liberty, scandalized you all so much ? 
 Who called me, who crooked finger till I came, 
 Fool that I was, to join companionship ? 
 I knew my own mind, meant to live my life, 
 Elude your envy, or else make a stand. 
 Take my own part and sell you my life dear : 
 But it was ' Fie ! No prejudice in the world 
 ' To the proper manly instinct ! Cast your lot 
 ' Into our lap, one genius ruled our births, 800 
 
 ' We '11 compass joy by concert ; take with us 
 ' The regular irregular way i' the wood ; 
 ' You '11 miss no game through riding breast by 
 
 breast, 
 ' In this preserve, the Church's park and pale, 
 ' Rather than outside where the world is waste ! ' 
 
448 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 Come, if you said not that, did you say this ? 
 
 Give plain and terrible warning, ' Live, enjoy ? 
 
 ' Such life begins in death and ends in hell ! 
 
 * Dare you bid us assist you to your sins 
 
 ' Who hurry sin and sinners from the earth ? 810 
 
 ' No such delight for us, why then for you ? 
 
 ' Leave earth, seek heaven or find its opposite ! ' 
 
 Had you so warned me, not in lying words 
 
 But veritable deeds with tongues of flame. 
 
 That had been fair, that might have struck a man, 
 
 Silenced the squabble between soul and sense. 
 
 Compelled him make his mind up, take one course 
 
 Or the other, peradventure ! — wrong or right, 
 
 Foolish or wise, you would have been at least 
 
 Sincere, no question, — forced me choose, indulge 
 
 Or else renounce my instincts, still play wolf 821 
 
 Or find my way submissive to the fold, 
 
 Be red-crossed on the fleece, one sheep the more. 
 
 But you as good as bade me wear sheep's wool 
 
 Over wolf's skin, suck blood and hide the noise 
 
 By mimicry of .something like a bleat, — 
 
 Whence it comes that because, despite my care. 
 
 Because I smack my tongue too loud for once, 
 
 Drop baaing, here 's the village up in arms ! 
 
 Have at the wolf's throat, you who hate the breed . 
 
 Oh, were it only open yet to choose — 831 
 
 One little time more — whether I 'd be free 
 
 Your foe, or subsidized your friend forsooth I 
 
 Should not you get a growl through the white 
 
 fangs 
 In answer to your beckoning ! Cardinal, 
 Abate, managers o' the multitude, 
 I 'd turn your gloved hands to account, be sure ! 
 You should manipulate the coarse rough mob : 
 'T is you I 'd deal directly with, not them, — 
 Using your fears : why touch the thing myself 840 
 When I could see you hunt and then cry ' Shares ! 
 ' Quarter the carcass or we quarrel ; come, 
 ' Here 's the world ready to see justice done ! ' 
 Oh, it had been a desperate game, but game 
 Wherein the winner's chance were worth the pains 
 To try conclusions ! — at the worst, what 's worse 
 Than this Mannaia-machine, each minute's talk, 
 Helps push an inch the nearer me ? Fool, fool ! 
 
x[ GUIDO 449 
 
 You understand me and forgive, sweet Sirs ? 
 I blame you, tear my hair and tell my woe— 850 
 
 All 's but a flourish, figure of rhetoric ! 
 One must try each expedient to save life. 
 One makes fools look foohsher fifty-fold 
 By putting in their place the wise like you 
 To take the full force of an argument 
 Would buffet their stolidity in vain. 
 If you should feel aggrieved by the mere wind 
 0' the blow that means to miss you and maul them, 
 That 's my success ! Is it not folly, now. 
 To say with folks, ' A plausible defence— ^ 860 
 
 ' We see through notwithstanding, and reject ? ' 
 Reject the plausible they do, these fools. 
 Who never even make pretence to show 
 One point beyond its plausibility 
 In favour of the best belief they hold ! 
 ' Saint Somebody-or-other raised the dead : ' 
 Did he ? How do you come to know as much ? 
 ' Know it, what need ? The story 's plausible, 
 ' Avouched for by a martyr ologist, 
 ' And why should good men sup on cheese and leeks 
 ' On such a saint's day, if there were no saint 1 ' 871 
 I praise the wisdom of these fools, and straight 
 Tell them my story—' plausible, but false ! ' 
 False, to be sure ! What else can story be 
 That runs— a young wife tired of an old spouse, 
 Found a priest whom she fled away with,— both 
 Took their fuU pleasure in the two-days' flight. 
 Which a grey-headed greyer-hearted pair, 
 (Whose best boast was, their life had been a lie) 
 Helped for the love they bore all Mars. Oh, 880 
 
 Here incredulity begins ! Indeed ? 
 Allow then, were no one point strictly true, 
 There 's that i' the tale might seem like truth at least 
 To the unlucky husband,— jaundiced patch,— 
 Jealousy maddens people, why not him ? 
 Say, he was maddened, so, forgivable ! 
 Humanity pleads that though the wife were true, 
 The priest true, and the pair of hars true, 
 They might seem false to one man in the world ! 
 A thousand gnats make up a serpent's sting, 890 
 
 And many sly soft stimulants to wrath 
 Compose a formidable wrong at last, 
 
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450 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 That gets called easily by some one name 
 
 Not applicable to the single parts, 
 
 And so draws down a general revenge, 
 
 Excessive if you take crime, fault by fault. 
 
 Jealousy ! I have known a score of plays, 
 
 Were listened to and laughed at in my time 
 
 As like the everyday-life on all sides. 
 
 Wherein the husband, mad as a March hare, 900 
 
 Suspected all the world contrived his shame ; 
 
 What did the wife ? The wife kissed both eyes blind, 
 
 Explained away ambiguous circumstance, 
 
 And w^hile she held him captive by the hand, 
 
 Crowned his head, — you know what 's the mockery, — 
 
 By half her body behind the curtain. That 's 
 
 Nature now ! That 's the subject of a piece 
 
 I saw in Vallombrosa Convent, made 
 
 Expressly to teach men what marriage was ! 
 
 But say ' Just so did I misapprehend ! ' 910 
 
 Or ' Just so she deceived me to my face ! ' 
 
 And that 's pretence too easily seen through ! 
 
 All those eyes of all husbands in all plays, 
 
 At stare like one expanded peacock- tail. 
 
 Are laughed at for pretending to be keen 
 
 While horn-bhnd : but the moment I step forth— 
 
 Oh, I must needs o' the sudden prove a lynx 
 
 And look the heart, that stone-wall, through and 
 
 through ! 
 Such an eye, God's may be, — not yours nor mine. 
 
 Yes, presently . . what hour is fleeting now ? 920 
 
 When you cut earth away from under me, 
 
 I shall be left alone with, pushed beneath 
 
 Some such an apparitional dread orb ; 
 
 I fancy it go fiUing up the void 
 
 Above my mote-self it devours, or what 
 
 Immensity please wreak on nothingness. 
 
 Just so I felt once, couching through the dark, 
 
 Hard by Vittiano ; young I was, and gay. 
 
 And wanting to trap fieldfares : first a spark 
 
 Tipped a bent, as a mere dew-globule might 930 
 
 Any stiff grass -stalk on the meadow, — this 
 
 Grew fiercer, flamed out full, and proved the sun. 
 
 What do I want with proverbs, precepts here ? 
 
 Away with man ! What shall I say to God ? 
 
XI GUIDO 451 
 
 This, if I find the tongue and keep the mind — 
 
 ' Do Thou wipe out the being of me, and smear 
 
 ' This soul from off Thy white of things, I blot ! 
 
 ' I am one huge and sheer mistake, — whose fault ? 
 
 ' Not mine at least, who did not make myself I ' 
 
 Someone declares my wife excused me so ! 940 
 
 Perhaps she knew what argument to use. 
 
 Grind your teeth, Cardinal, Abate, writhe 1 
 
 What else am I to cry out in my rage, 
 
 Unable to repent one particle 
 
 O' the past ? Oh, how I wish some cold wise man 
 
 Would dig beneath the surface which you scrape, 
 
 Deal with the depths, pronounce on my desert 
 
 Groundedly ! I want simple sober sense. 
 
 That asks, before it finishes with a dog. 
 
 Who taught the dog that trick you hang him for ? 
 
 You both j)ersist to call that act a crime, 951 
 
 Sense would call . . yes, I do assure you. Sirs, . . 
 
 A blunder ! At the worst, I stood in doubt 
 
 On cross-road, took one path of many paths : 
 
 It leads to the red thing, we all see now, 
 
 But nobody at first saw one primrose 
 
 In bank, one singing-bird in bush, the less. 
 
 To warn from wayfare : let me prove you that ! 
 
 Put me back to the cross-road, start afresh 1 
 
 Advise me when I take the first false step ! 960 
 
 Give me my wife : how should I use my wife. 
 
 Love her or hate her ? Prompt my action now ! 
 
 There she stands, there she is alive and pale. 
 
 The thirteen-yfears'-old child, with milk for blood, 
 
 Pompilia Comparini, as at first. 
 
 Which first is only four brief years ago ! 
 
 I stand too in the little ground-floor room 
 
 O' the father's house at Via Vittoria : see ! 
 
 Her so-called mother, — one arm round the waist 
 
 O' the child to keep her from the toys — let fall, 970 
 
 At wonder I can live yet look so grim, — 
 
 Ushers her in, with deprecating wave 
 
 Of the other, — there she fronts me loose, at large. 
 
 Held only by the mother's finger-tip — 
 
 Struck dumb, for she was white enough before ! 
 
 She eyes me with those frightened balls of black, 
 
 As heifer — the old simile comes pat — 
 
 Eyes tremblingly the altar and the priest : 
 
452 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 The amazed look, all one insuppressive prayer, — 
 
 Might she but be set free as heretofore, 980 
 
 Have this cup leave her lips unblistered, bear 
 
 Any cross anywhither anyhow, 
 
 So but alone, so but apart from me ! 
 
 You are touched ? So am I, quite otherwise, 
 
 If 't is with pity. I resent my wrong. 
 
 Being a man : we only show man's soul 
 
 Through man's flesh, she sees mine, it strikes her thus ! 
 
 Is that attractive ? To a youth perhaps — 
 
 Calf-creature, one-part boy to three-parts girl. 
 
 To whom it is a flattering novelty 990 
 
 That he, men use to motion from their path. 
 
 Can thus impose, thus terrify in turn 
 
 A chit whose terror shall be changed apace 
 
 To bliss unbearable when, grace and glow, 
 
 Prowess and pride descend the throne and touch 
 
 Esther in all that pretty tremble, cured 
 
 By the dove o' the sceptre ! But myself am old, 
 
 0' the wane at least, in all things : what do you say 
 
 To her who frankly thus confirms my doubt ? 
 
 I am past the prime, I scare the woman- world, lOOO 
 
 Done-with that way : you like this piece of news ? 
 
 A little saucy rose-bud minx can strike 
 
 Death-damp into the breast of doughty king 
 
 Though 't were French Louis, — soul I understand, — 
 
 Saying, by gesture of repugnance, just 
 
 ' Sire, you are regal, puissant and so forth, 
 
 ' But — young you have been, are not, nor will be ! ' 
 
 In vain the mother nods, winks, bustlies up 
 
 * Count, girls incline to mature worth like you ! 
 
 ' As for Pompiha, what 's flesh, fish or fowl lOlO 
 
 ' To one who apprehends no difference, 
 ' And would accept you even were you old 
 
 * As you are . . youngish by her father's side ? 
 ' Trim but your beard a little, thin your bush 
 ' Of eyebrow ; and for presence, portliness 
 
 ' And decent gravity, you beat a boy ! ' 
 
 Deceive you for a second, if you may, 
 
 In presence of the child that so loves age. 
 
 Whose neck writhes, cords itself against your kiss, 
 
 Whose hand you wring stark, rigid with despair ! 
 
 Well, I resent this ; I am young in soul, 1021 
 
 Nor old in body, — thews and sinews here, — 
 
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XI 
 
 GUIDO 453 
 
 Though the vile surface be not smooth as once,— 
 
 Far beyond the first wheelwork that went wrong 
 
 Through the untempered iron ere 't was proof : 
 
 I am the steel man worth ten times the crude, — 
 
 Would woman see what this decHnes to see, 
 
 Declines to say ' I see ', — the officious word 
 
 That makes the thing, pricks on the soul to shoot 
 
 New fire into the half -used cinder, flesh ! 1030 
 
 Therefore 't is she begins with wronging me, 
 
 Who cannot but begin with hating her. 
 
 Our marriage follows : there we stand again ! 
 
 Why do I laugh ? Why, in the very gripe 
 
 0' the jaws of death's gigantic skull do I 
 
 Grin back his grin, make sport of my own pangs ? 
 
 Why from each clashing of his molars, ground 
 
 To make the devil bread from out my grist. 
 
 Leaps out a spark of mirth, a hellish toy ? 
 
 Take notice we are lovers in a church, 1040 
 
 Waiting the sacrament to make us one 
 
 And happy ! Just as bid, she bears herself, 
 
 Comes and kneels, rises, speaks, is silent, — goes : 
 
 So have I brought my horse, by word and blow. 
 
 To stand stock-still and front the fire he dreads. 
 
 How can I other than remember this, 
 
 Resent the very obedience ? Gain thereby ? 
 
 Yes, I do gain my end and have my will, — 
 
 Thanks to whom ? When the mother speaks the word, 
 
 She obeys it — even to enduring me ! 1050 
 
 There had been compensation in revolt — 
 
 Revolt 's to quell : but martyrdom rehearsed. 
 
 But predetermined saintship for the sake 
 
 0' the mother ? — ' Go ! ' thought I, ' we meet again ! ' 
 
 Pass the next weeks of dumb contented death. 
 
 She lives, — wakes up, installed in house and home, 
 
 Is mine, mine all day-long, all night-long mine. 
 
 Good folks begin at me with open mouth 
 
 ' Now, at least, reconcile the child to Hfe ! 
 
 ' Study and make her love . . that is, endure 1060 
 
 ' The . . hem ! the . . all of you though somewhat old, 
 
 ' Till it amount to something, in her eye, 
 
 ' As good as love, better a thousand times, — 
 
 ' Since nature helps the woman in such strait, 
 
 ' Makes passiveness her pleasure : failing which, 
 
 ' What if you give up boys' and girls' fools '-play 
 
454 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 ' And go on to wise friendship all at once ? 
 
 ' Those boys and girls kiss themselves cold, you know, 
 
 ' To3^ themselves tired and slink aside full soon 
 
 ' To friendship, as they name satiety : 1070 
 
 ' Thither go you and wait their coming ! ' Thanks, 
 
 Considerate advisers, — but, fair play ! 
 
 Had you and I but started fair at first. 
 
 We, keeping fair, might reach it, neck by neck, 
 
 This blessed goal, whenever fate so please : 
 
 But why am I to miss the daisied mile 
 
 The course begins with, why obtain the dust 
 
 Of the end precisely at the starting-point ? 
 
 Why quaff life's cup blown free of all the beads, 
 
 The bright red froth wherein our beard should steep 
 
 Before our mouth essay the black o' the wine ?■ 1081 
 
 Foolish, the love-fit ? Let me prove it such 
 
 Like you, before like you I puff things clear ! 
 
 ' The best 's to come, no rapture but content ! 
 
 ' Not the first glory but a sober glow, 
 
 ' Nor a spontaneous outburst in pure boon, 
 
 ' So much as, gained by patience, care and toil ! ' 
 
 Go preach that to your nephews, not to me 
 
 Who, tired i' the midway of my Hfe, would stop 
 
 And take my first refreshment in a rose : 1090 
 
 What 's this coarse woolly hip, worn smooth of leaf, 
 
 You counsel I go plant in garden-pot, 
 
 Water with tears, manure with sweat and blood, 
 
 In confidence the seed shall germinate 
 
 And, for its very best, some far-off day, 
 
 Grow big, and blow me out a dog-rose bell ? 
 
 Why must your nephews begin breathing spice 
 
 O' the hundred-petalled Provence prodigy ? 
 
 Nay, more and worse, — would such my root bear rose — 
 
 Prove really flower and favourite, not the kind 1100 
 
 That 's queen, but those three leaves that make one cup 
 
 And hold the hedge-bird's breakfast, — then indeed 
 
 The prize though poor would pay the care and toil ! 
 
 Respect we Nature that makes least as most, 
 
 Marvellous in the minim ! But this bud, 
 
 Bit through and burned black by the tempter's tooth, 
 
 This bloom Avhose best grace was the slug outside 
 
 And the wasp inside its bosom, — call you ' rose ' ? 
 
 Claim no immunity from a weed's fate 
 
 For the horrible present ] What you call my wife 
 
XI GUIDO 455 
 
 I call a nullity in female shape, nil 
 
 Vapid disgust, soon to be pungent plague, 
 
 When mixed with, made confusion and a curse 
 
 By two abominable nondescripts, 
 
 That father and that mother : think you see 
 
 The dreadful bronze our boast, we Aretines, 
 
 The Etruscan monster, the three-headed thing, 
 
 Bellerophon's foe ! How name you the whole beast ? 
 
 You choose to name the body from one head. 
 
 That of the simple kid which droops the eye, 1120 
 
 Hangs the neck and dies tenderly enough : 
 
 I rather see the griesly lion belch 
 
 Flame out i' the midst, the serpent writhe her rings, 
 
 Grafted into the common stock for tail. 
 
 And name the brute, Chimsera, which I slew ! 
 
 How was there ever more to be — (concede 
 
 My wife's insipid harmless nullity) — 
 
 Dissociation from that pair of plagues — 
 
 That mother with her cunning and her cant — 
 
 The eyes with first their twinkle of conceit, 1130 
 
 Then, dropped to earth in mock-demureness, — now, 
 
 The smile self-satisfied from ear to ear, 
 
 Now, the prim pursed-up mouth's protruded lips. 
 
 With deferential duck, slow swing of head, 
 
 Tempting the sudden fist of man too much, — 
 
 That owl-like screw of lid and rock of ruff ! 
 
 As for the father, — Cardinal, you know, 
 
 The kind of idiot ! — rife are such in Rome, 
 
 But they wear velvet commonly, such fools, 
 
 At the end of hfe, can furnish forth young folk 1140 
 
 Who grin and bear with imbecility, 
 
 Since the stalled ass, the joker, sheds from jaw 
 
 Corn, in the joke, for those who laugh or starve : 
 
 But what say we to the same solemn beast 
 
 Wagging his ears and wishful of our pat, 
 
 When turned, with hide in holes and bones laid bare, 
 
 To forage for himself i' the waste o' the world. 
 
 Sir Dignity i' the dumps ? Pat him ? We drub 
 
 Self-knowledge, rather, into frowzy pate. 
 
 Teach Pietro to get trappings or go hang ! 1150 
 
 Fancy this quondam oracle in vogue 
 
 At Via Vittoria, this personified 
 
 Authority when time was, — Pantaloon 
 
 Flaunting his tom-fool tawdry just the same 
 
456 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 As if Ash -Wednesday were mid-Carnival ! 
 
 That 's the extreme and unforgiveable 
 
 Of sins, as I account such. Have you stooped 
 
 For your own ends to bestiahze yourself 
 
 By flattery of a fellow of this stamp ? 
 
 The ends obtained, or else shown out of reach, 1160 
 
 He goes on, takes the flattery for pure truth, — 
 
 ' You love and honour me, of course : what next ? ' 
 
 What, but the trifle of the stabbing, friend ? — 
 
 Which taught you how one worships when the shrine 
 
 Has lost the relic that we bent before. 
 
 Angry ? And how could I be otherwise ? 
 
 'T is plain : this pair of old pretentious fools 
 
 Meant to fool me : it happens, I fooled them. 
 
 Why could not these who sought to buy and sell 
 
 Me, — when they found themselves were bought and 
 
 sold. 
 Make up their mind to the proved rule of right, 1171 
 Be chattel and not chapman any more ? 
 Miscalculation has its consequence ; 
 But when the shepherd crooks a sheep-like thing 
 And meaning to get wool, dislodges fleece 
 And finds the veritable wolf beneath, 
 (How that staunch image serves at every turn !) 
 Does he, by way of being politic, 
 Pluck the first whisker grimly visible ? — 
 Or rather grow in a trice all gratitude, 1180 
 
 Protest this sort-of-what-one-might-name sheep 
 Beats the old other curly-coated kind, 
 And shall share board and bed, if so it deign, 
 With its discoverer, like a royal ram ? 
 Ay, thus, with chattering teeth and knocking knees, 
 Would v/isdom treat the adventure : these, forsooth, 
 Tried whisker-plucking, and so found what trap 
 The whisker kept perdue, two rows of teeth — 
 Sharp, as too late the prying fingers felt. 
 What would you have ? The fools transgress, the 
 
 fools 1190 
 
 Forthwith receive appropriate punishment : 
 They first insult me, I return the blow, 
 There follows noise enough : four hubbub months, 
 Now hue and cry, now whimpering and wail — 
 A perfect goose-yard cackle of complaint 
 Because I do not gild the geese their oats, — 
 
XI 
 
 GUIDO 457 
 
 I have enough of noise, ope wicket wide, 
 Sweep out the couple to go whine elsewhere, 
 Frightened a little, hurt in no respect. 
 And am just taking thought to breathe again, 1200 
 Taste the sweet sudden silence all about. 
 When, there they are at it, the old noise I know, 
 At Rome i' the distance ! ' What, begun once more ? 
 ' Whine on, wail ever, 't is the loser's right ! ' 
 But eh, what sort of voice grows on the wind ? 
 Triumph it sounds and no complaint at all ! 
 And triumph it is ! My boast was premature : 
 The ci-eatures, I turned forth, clapped wing and crew 
 Fighting-cock-fashion, — they had filched a pearl 
 From dung-heap, and might boast with cause enough ! 
 I was defrauded of all bargained for, — 1211 
 
 You know, the Pope knows, not a soul but knows 
 My dowry was derision, my gain — muck, 
 My wife, (the Church declared my flesh and blood) 
 The nameless bastard of a common whore : 
 My old name turned henceforth to . . shall I say 
 ' He that received the ordure in his face ? ' 
 And they who planned this wrong, performed this 
 wrong, 1218 
 
 And then revealed this wrong to the wide world. 
 Rounded myself in the ears with my own wrong, — 
 Why, these were . . note hell's lucky malice, now ! . . 
 These were just they, and they alone, could act 
 And publish in this wise their infamy, 
 Secure that men would in a breath believe 
 Compassionate and pardon them, — for why ? 
 They plainly were too stupid to invent, 
 Too simple to distinguish wrong from right, — 
 Inconscious agents they, the silly-sooth. 
 Of heaven's retributive justice on the strong 
 Proud cunning violent oppressor — me ! 1230 
 
 Follow them to their fate and help your best. 
 You Rome, Arezzo, foes called friends of mine, 
 They gave the good long laugh to at my cost ! 
 Defray your share o' the cost since you partook 
 The entertainment ! Do ! — assured the while, 
 That not one stab, I dealt to right and left, 
 But went the deeper for a fancy — this — 
 That each might do me two -fold service, find 
 A friend's face at the bottom of each wound, 
 Q3 
 
458 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 And scratch its smirk a little ! 1240 
 
 Panciatichi ! 
 There 's a report at Florence, — is it true ? — 
 That when your relative the Cardinal 
 Built, only the other day, that barrack-bulk. 
 The palace in Via Larga, someone picked 
 From out the street a saucy quip enough 
 That fell there from its day's flight through the town, 
 About the flat front and the windows wide 
 And ugly heap of cornice, — hitched the joke 
 Into a sonnet, signed his name thereto, 1250 
 
 And forthwith pinned on post the pleasantry. 
 For which he 's at the galleys, rowing now 
 Up to his waist in water, — just because 
 Panciatic and lymphatic rhymed so pat : 
 I hope. Sir, those who passed this joke on me 
 Were not unduly punished ? What say you, 
 Prince of the Church, my patron ? Nay, indeed ! 
 I shall not dare insult your wits so much 
 As think this problem difficult to solve ! 
 This Pietro and Violante, then, I say, 12G0 
 
 These two ambiguous insects, changing name 
 And nature with the season's warmth or chill, — 
 Now, grovelled, grubbing toiling moiling ants, 
 A very synonym of thrift and peace, — 
 Anon, with lusty June to prick their heart, 
 Soared i' the air, winged flies for more offence, 
 Circled me, buzzed me deaf and stung me blind, 
 And stunk me dead with fetor in the face 
 Until I stopped the nuisance : there 's my crime ! 
 Pity I did not suffer them subside 1270 
 
 Into some further shape and final form 
 Of execrable life ? My masters, no ! 
 I, by one blow, wisely cut short at once 
 Them and their transformations of disgust 
 In the snug little Villa out of hand. 
 ' Grant me confession, give bare time for that ! ' — 
 Shouted the sinner till his mouth was stopped. 
 His life confessed ! — that was enough for me, 
 Who came to see that he did penance. 'S death ! 
 Here 's a coil raised, a pother and for what ? 1280 
 Because strength, being provoked by weakness, fought 
 And conquered, — the world never heard the like ! 
 Pah, how I spend my breath on them, as if 
 
XI GUIDO 459 
 
 'T was their fate troubled me, too hard to range 
 Among the right and fit and proper things ! 
 
 Ay, but Pompiha, — I await your word, — 
 
 She, unimpeached of crime, unimphcate 
 
 In folly, one of alien blood to these 
 
 I punish, why extend my claim, exact 
 
 Her portion of the penalty ? Yes, friends, 1290 
 
 I go too fast : the orator 's at fault : 
 
 Yes, ere I lay her, with your leave, by them 
 
 As she was laid at San Lorenzo late, 
 
 I ought to step back, lead her by degrees, 
 
 Recounting at' each step some fresh offence, 
 
 Up to the red bed, — never fear, I will ! 
 
 Gaze at her, where you place her, to begin. 
 
 Confound me with her gentleness and worth ! 
 
 The horrible pair have fled and left her now, 
 
 She has her husband for her sole concern, 1300 
 
 His wife, the woman fashioned for his help. 
 
 Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone, the bride 
 
 To groom as is the Church and Spouse, to Christ : 
 
 There she stands in his presence, — ' Thy desire 
 
 ' Shall be to the husband, o'er thee shall he rule ! ' 
 
 — ' Pompilia, who declare that you love God, 
 
 ' You know who said that : then, desire my love, 
 
 ' Yield me contentment and be ruled aright ! ' 
 
 She sits up, she lies down, she comes and goes, 
 
 Kneels at the couch-side, overleans the sill 1310 
 
 0' the window, cold and pale and mute as stone. 
 
 Strong as stone also. ' Well, are they not fled ? 
 
 ' Am I not left, am I not one for all ? 
 
 ' Speak a word, drop a tear, detach a glance, 
 
 ' Bless me or curse me of your own accord ! 
 
 ' Is it the ceiling only wants your soul, 
 
 ' Is worth your eyes ? ' And then the eyes descend 
 
 And do look at me. Is it at the meal ? 
 
 ' Speak ! ' she obeys, ' Be silent ! ' she obeys, 
 
 Counting the minutes till I cry ' Depart,' 1320 
 
 As brood-bird when you saunter past her eggs, 
 
 Departed, just the same through door and wall 
 
 I see the same stone strength of white despair. 
 
 And all this will be never otherwise ! 
 
 Before, the parents' presence lent her life : 
 
 She could play off her sex's armoury, 
 
460 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 Intreat, reproach, be female to my male, 
 Try all the shrieking doubles of the hare. 
 Go clamour to the Commissary, bid 1329 
 
 The Archbishop hold my hands and stop my tongue. 
 And yield fair sport so : but the tactics change. 
 The hare stands stock-still to enrage the hound ! 
 Since that day when she learned she was no child 
 Of those she thought her parents, — that their trick 
 Had tricked me whom she thought sole trickster late, — 
 Why, I suppose she said within herself 
 
 * Then, no more struggle for my parents' sake, 
 
 ' And, for my own sake, why needs struggle be ? ' 
 
 But is there no third party to the pact ? 
 
 What of her husband's relish or dislike 1340 
 
 For this new game of giving up the game. 
 
 This worst offence of not offending more ? 
 
 I'll not believe but instinct wrought in this, 
 
 Set her on to conceive and execute 
 
 The preferable plague . . . how sure they probe, — 
 
 These jades, the sensitivest soft of man ! 
 
 The long black hair was wound now in a wisp, — 
 
 Crowned sorrow better than the wild web late : 
 
 No more soiled dress, 'tis trimness triumphs now, 
 
 For how should malice go with negligence ? 1350 
 
 The frayed silk looked the fresher for her spite ! 
 
 There was an end to springing out of bed. 
 
 Praying me, with face buried on my feet. 
 
 Be hindered of my pastime, — so an end 
 
 To my rejoinder, ' What, on the ground at last ? 
 
 ' Vanquished in fight, a supplicant for life ? 
 
 * What if I raise you ? 'Ware the casting down 
 
 * When next you fight me ! ' Then, she lay there, 
 
 mine : 
 Now, mine she is if I please wring her neck, — 
 A moment of disquiet, working eyes, 1360 
 
 Protruding tongue, a long sigh, then no more — 
 As if one killed the horse one could not ride ! 
 Had I enjoined ' Cut off the hair ! ' — why, snap 
 The scissors, and at once a yard or so 
 Had fluttered in black serpents to the floor : 
 But till I did enjoin it, how she combs. 
 Uncurls and draws out to the complete length. 
 Plaits, places the insulting rope on head 
 To be an eyesore past dishevelment ! 
 
XI GUIDO 461 
 
 Is all done ? Then sit still again and stare 1 1370 
 
 I advise — no one think to bear that look 
 Of steady wrong, endured as steadily, 
 —Through what sustainment of deluding hope ? 
 Who is the friend i' the background that notes all ? 
 Who may come presently and close accounts ? 
 This self-possession to the uttermost, 
 How does it differ in aught, save degree. 
 From the terrible patience of God ? 
 
 ' All which just means, 1379 
 
 ' She did not love you ! ' Again the word is launched 
 And the fact fronts me ! What, you try the wards 
 With the true key and the dead lock flies ope ? 
 No, it sticks fast and leaves you fumbling still ! 
 You have some fifty servants. Cardinal, — 
 Which of them loves you ? Which subordinate 
 But makes parade of such officiousness 
 That,— if there 's no love prompts it,— love, the sham, 
 Does twice the service done by love, the true. 
 God bless us liars, where 's one touch of truth 
 In what we tell the world, or world tells us, 1390 
 
 Of how we like each other % All the same, 
 We calculate on word and deed, nor err, — 
 Bid such a man do such a loving act. 
 Sure of effect and negligent of cause, 
 Just as we bid a horse, with cluck of tongue. 
 Stretch his legs arch- wise, crouch his saddled back 
 To foot-reach of the stirruip — all for love. 
 And some for memory of the smart of switch 
 On the inside of the foreleg — what care we ? 
 Yet where 's the bond obliges horse to man ^ 1400 
 Like that which binds fast wife to husband ? God 
 Laid down the law : gave man the brawny arm 
 And ball of fist— woman the beardless cheek 
 And proper place to suffer in the side : 
 Since it is he can strike, let her obey ! 
 Can she feel no love ? Let her show the more, 
 Sham the worse, damn herself praiseworthily ! 
 Who 's that soprano Rome went mad about 
 Last week while I lay rotting in my straw ? 
 The very jailor gossiped in his praise — 1410 
 
 How,— dressed up like Armida, though a ^man ; 
 And painted to look pretty, though a fright,— 
 He still made love so that the ladies swooned, 
 
462 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 Being an eunuch. ' Ah, Rinaldo mine ! 
 
 * But to breathe by thee while Jove slays us both ! ' 
 
 All the poor bloodless creature never felt, 
 
 Si, do, re, mi, fa, squeak and squall — for what ? 
 
 Two gold zecchines the evening ! Here 's my slave, 
 
 Whose body and soul depend upon my nod, 
 
 Can't falter out the first note in the scale 1420 
 
 For her life ! Why blame me if I take the life ? 
 
 All women cannot give men love, forsooth ! 
 
 No, nor all pullets lay the henwife eggs — 
 
 Whereat she bids them remedy the fault. 
 
 Brood on a chalk-ball : soon the nest is stocked — 
 
 Otherwise, to the plucking and the spit ! 
 
 This wife of mine was of another mood — 
 
 Would not begin the lie that ends with truth, 
 
 Nor feign the love that brings real love about : 
 
 Wherefore I judged, sentenced and punished her. 
 
 But why particularize, defend the deed 1 1431 
 
 Say that I hated her for no one cause 
 
 Beyond my pleasure so to do, — what then ? 
 
 Just on as much incitement acts the world, 
 
 All of you ! Look and like ! You favour one, 
 
 Brow-beat another, leave alone a third, — 
 
 Why should you master natural caprice ? 
 
 Pure nature ! Try — plant elm by ash in file ; 
 
 Both unexceptionable trees enough, 
 
 They ought to overlean each other, pair 1440 
 
 At top and arch across the avenue 
 
 The whole path to the pleasaunce : do they so — 
 
 Or loathe, lie off abhorrent each from each ? 
 
 Lay the fault elsewhere, since we must have faults : 
 
 Mine shall have been, — seeing there 's ill in the end 
 
 Come of my course, — that I fare somehow worse 
 
 For the way I took, — my fault .... as God's my judge 
 
 I see not where the fault lies, that 's the truth ! 
 
 I ought . . oh, ought in my own interest 
 
 Have let the whole adventure go untried, 1450 
 
 This chance by marriage, — or else, trying it, 
 
 Ought to have turned it to account some one 
 
 O' the hundred otherwises ? Ay, my friend, 
 
 Easy to say, easy to do, — step right 
 
 Now you 've stepped left and stumbled on the thing, 
 
 — The red thing ! Doubt I any more than you 
 
 That practice makes man i)erfect ? Give again 
 
XI GUIDO 463 
 
 The chance, — same marriage and no other wife, 
 
 Be sure I '11 edify you ! That 's because 
 
 I 'm practised, grown fit guide for Guido's self. 1460 
 
 You proffered guidance, — I know, none so well, — 
 
 You laid down law and rolled decorum out, 
 
 From pulpit-corner on the gospel-side, — 
 
 Wanted to make your great experience mine. 
 
 Save me the personal search and pains so : thanks ! 
 
 Take j'our word on life's use ? When I take his — 
 
 The muzzled ox that treadeth out the corn, 
 
 Gone blind in padding round and round one path, — 
 
 As to the taste of green grass in the field ! 
 
 What do you know^ o' the world that 's trodden flat 
 
 And salted sterile with your daily dung, 1471 
 
 Leavened into a lump of loathsomeness ? 
 
 Take your opinion of the modes of life, 
 
 The aims of life, life's triumph or defeat, 
 
 How to feel, how to scheme and how to do 
 
 Or else leave undone ? You preached long and loud 
 
 On high-days, ' Take our doctrine upon trust ! 
 
 ' Into the mill-house with you ! Grind our corn, 
 
 ' Relish our chaff, and let the green grass grow ! ' 
 
 I tried chaff, found I famished on such fare, 1480 
 
 So made this mad rush at the mill-house-door, 
 
 Buried my head up to the ears in dew, 
 
 Browsed on the best, for which you brain me, Sirs ! 
 
 Be it so ! I conceived of life that way, 
 
 And still declare — life, without absolute use 
 
 Of the actual sweet therein, is death, not life. 
 
 Give me, — pay down, — not promise, which is air, — 
 
 Something that 's out of life and better still, 
 
 Make sure reward, make certain punishment, 
 
 Entice me, scare me, — I '11 forgo this life ; 1490 
 
 Othervv^ise, no ! — the less that words, mere wind. 
 
 Would cheat me of some minutes while they plague. 
 
 The fulness of revenge here, — blame yourselves 
 
 For this eruption of the pent-up soul 
 
 You prisoned first and played with afterward ! 
 
 ' Deny myself ' meant simply pleasure you. 
 
 The sacred and superior, save the mark ! 
 
 You, — whose stupidity and insolence 
 
 I must defer to, soothe at every turn, — 
 
 Whose swine-like snuffling greed and grunting lust 
 
 I had to wink at or help gratify, — 1501 
 
464 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 While the same passions, — dared they perk in me. 
 
 Me, the immeasurably marked, by God, 
 
 Master of the whole world of such as you, — 
 
 I, boast such passions ? 'T was ' Suppress them 
 
 straight ! 
 ' Or stay, we 'II pick and choose before destroy : 
 * Here 's wrath in you, — a serviceable sword, — 
 ' Beat it into a ploughshare ! What 's this long 
 ' Lance-like ambition ? Forge a pruning-hook, 
 ' May be of service when our vines grow tall ! 1510 
 ' But — sword used swordwise, spear thrust out as 
 
 spear ? 
 ' Anathema ! Suppression is the word ! ' 
 My nature, when the outrage was too gross, 
 Widened itself an outlet over-wide 
 By way of answer ? — sought its own relief 
 With more of fire and brimstone than you wished ? 
 All your own doing : preachers, blame yourselves ! 
 
 'Tis I preach while the hourglass runs and runs ! 
 
 God keep me patient ! All I say just means — 
 
 My wife proved, whether by her fault or mine, — 1520 
 
 That 's immaterial, — a true stumbling-block 
 
 I' the way of me her husband : I but plied 
 
 The hatchet yourselves use to clear a path, 
 
 Was politic, played the game you warrant wins, 
 
 Plucked at law's robe a-rustle through the courts. 
 
 Bowed down to kiss divinity's buckled shoe 
 
 Cushioned i' the church : efforts all wide the aim ! 
 
 Procedures to no purpose ! Then flashed truth ! 
 
 The letter kills, the spirit keeps alive 
 
 In law and gospel : there be nods and winks 1530 
 
 Instruct a wise man to assist himself 
 
 In certain matters nor seek aid at all. 
 
 ' Ask money of me,' — quoth the clownish saw, — 
 
 ' And take my purse ! But, — speaking with respect, — 
 
 ' Need you a solace for the troubled nose ? 
 
 ' Let everybody wipe his own himself ! ' 
 
 Sirs, tell me free and fair ! Had things gone well 
 
 At the wayside inn : had I surprised asleep 
 
 The runaways, as was so probable, 
 
 And pinned them each to other partridge- wise. 
 
 Through back and breast to breast and back, then bade 
 
 Bystanders witness if the spit, my sword, 1542 
 
XI 
 
 GUIDO 465 
 
 Were loaded with unlawful game for once-^ 
 
 Would you have interposed to damp the glow 
 
 Applauding me on every husband's cheek ? 
 
 Would you have checked the cry ' A judgment, see ! 
 
 * A warning, note ! Be henceforth chaste, ye wives, 
 
 ' Nor stray beyond your proper precinct, priests ! ' 
 
 If you had, then your house against itself 
 
 Divides, nor stands your kingdom any more. 1550 
 
 Oh, why, why was it not ordained just so 1 
 
 Why fell not things out so nor otherwise ? 
 
 Ask that particular devil whose task it is 
 
 To trip the all-but-at perfection, — slur 
 
 The line o' the painter just where paint leaves off 
 
 And life begins, — puts ice into the ode 
 
 O' the poet while he cries ' Next stanza— fire ! ' 
 
 Inscribes all human effort with one word, 
 
 Artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete ! 
 
 Being incomplete, the act escaped success. 1560 
 
 Easy to blame now I Every fool can swear 
 
 To hole in net that held and slipped the fish. 
 
 But, treat my act with fair un jaundiced eye, 
 
 What was there wanting to a masterpiece 
 
 Except the luck that Ues beyond a man ? 
 
 My way with the woman, now proved grossly wrong, 
 
 Just Inissed of being gravely grandly right 
 
 And making critics laugh o' the other side. 
 
 Do, for the poor obstructed artist's sake, 
 
 Go with him over that spoiled work once more ! 
 
 Take only its first flower, the ended act 1571 
 
 Now in the dusty pod, dry and defunct ! 
 
 I march to the Villa, and my men with me, 
 
 That evening, and we reach the door and stand. 
 
 I say . . no, it shoots through me lightning-like 
 
 While I pause, breathe, my hand upon the latch, 
 
 ' Let me forebode ! Thus far, too much success : 
 
 ' I want the natural failure— find it where ? 
 
 ' Which thread will have to break and leave a loop 
 
 ' I' the meshy combination, my brain's loom 1580 
 
 ' Wove this long while and now next minute tests ? 
 
 ' Of three that are to catch, two should go free, 
 
 ' One must : all three surprised,— impossible ! 
 
 ' Beside, I seek three and may chance on six, — ^ 
 
 ' This neighbour, t' other gossip, — the babe's birth 
 
 * Brings such to fireside and folks give them wine, — 
 
466 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 * 'T is late : but when I break in presentty 
 
 ' One will be found outlingering the rest 
 
 ' For promise of a posset, — one whose shout 
 
 ' Would raise the dead down in the catacombs, 1590 
 
 ' Much more the city-watch that goes its round. 
 
 ' When did I ever turn adroitly up 
 
 ' To sun some brick embedded in the soil, 
 
 ' And with one blow crush all three scorpions there ? 
 
 ' Or Pietro or Violante shambles off — 
 
 ' It cannot be but I surprise my wife — 
 
 ' If only she is stopped and stamped on, good ! 
 
 ' That shall suffice : more is improbable. 
 
 ' Now I may knock ! ' And this once for my sake 
 
 The impossible was effected : I called king, 1600 
 
 Queen and knave in a sequence, and cards came, 
 
 All three, three only ! So, I had my way. 
 
 Did my deed : so, unbrokenly lay bare 
 
 Each taenia that had sucked me dry of juice, 
 
 At last outside me, not an inch of ring 
 
 Left now to writhe about and root itself 
 
 I' the heart all powerless for revenge ! Henceforth 
 
 I might thrive : these were drawn and dead and 
 
 damned. 
 Oh Cardinal, the deep long sigh you heave 
 When the load 's off you, ringing as it runs • 1610 
 
 All the way down the serpent-stair to hell ! 
 No doubt the fine delirium flustered me. 
 Turned my brain with the influx of success 
 As if the sole need now were to wave wand 
 And find doors fly wide, — wish and have my will, — 
 The rest o' the scheme would care for itself : escape ? 
 Easy enough were that, and poor beside ! 
 It all but proved so, — ought to quite have proved. 
 Since, half the chances had sufficed, set free 
 Anyone, with his senses at command, 1620 
 
 From thrice the danger of my flight. But, drunk, 
 Redundantly triumphant, — some reverse 
 Was sure to follow ! There 's no other way 
 Accounts for such prompt perfect failure then 
 And there on the instant. Any day o' the week, 
 A ducat slid discreetly into palm 
 0' the mute post-master, while you whisper him — 
 How you the Count and certain four your knaves. 
 Have just been mauling who was malapert, 
 
XI 
 
 GUIDO 467 
 
 Suspect the kindred may prove troublesome, 1630 
 
 Therefore, want horses in a hurry, — that 
 
 And nothing more secures you any day 
 
 The pick o' the stable ! Yet I try the trick, 
 
 Double the bribe, call myself Duke for Count, 
 
 And say the dead man only was a Jew, 
 
 And for my pains find I am dealing just 
 
 With the one scrupulous fellow in all Rome — 
 
 Just this immaculate official stares, 
 
 Sees I want hat on head and sword in sheath, 
 
 Am splashed with other sort of wet than wine, 1640 
 
 Shrugs shoulder, puts my hand by, gold and all, 
 
 Stands on the strictness of the rule o' the road ! 
 
 ' Where 's the Permission ? ' Where 's the wretched 
 
 rag 
 With the due seal and sign of Rome's Police, 
 To be had for asking, half-an-hour ago ? 
 ' Gone ? Get another, or no horses hence ! ' 
 He dares not stop me, we five glare too grim, 
 But hinders,— hacks and hamstrings sure enough, 
 Gives me some twenty miles of miry road 
 More to march in the middle of that night 1650 
 
 Whereof the rough beginning taxed the strength 
 0' the youngsters, much more mine, such as you see. 
 Who had to think as well as act : dead-beat. 
 We gave in ere we reached the boundary 
 And safe spot out of this irrational Rome, — 
 Where, on dismounting from our steeds next day. 
 We had snapped our fingers at you, safe and sound, 
 Tuscans once more in blessed Tuscany, 
 Where the laws make allowance, understand 
 Civilized fife and do its champions right ! 1660 
 
 Witness the sentence of the Rota there, 
 Arezzo uttered, the Granduke confirmed. 
 One week before I acted on its hint, — 
 Giving friend GuiUichini, for his love, 
 The galleys, and my wife your saint, Rome's saint, — 
 Rome manufactures saints enough to know, — 
 Seclusion at the Stinche for her life. 
 All this, that all but was, might all have been, 
 Yet was not ! baulked by just a scrupulous knave 
 Whose palm was horn through handling horses' hoofs 
 And could not close upon my proffered gold ! 1671 
 What say you to the spite of fortune ? Well, 
 
468 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 The worst 's in store : thus hindered, haled this way 
 
 To Rome again by hangdogs, whom find I 
 
 Here, still to fight with, but my pale frail wife ? 
 
 — Riddled with wounds by one not like to waste 
 
 The blows he dealt, — knowing anatomy, — 
 
 (I think I told you) one to pick and choose 
 
 The vital parts ! 'T was learning all in vain ! 
 
 She too must shimmer through the gloom o' the grave, 
 
 Come and confront me — not at judgement-seat 1681 
 
 Where I could twist her soul, as erst her flesh. 
 
 And turn her truth into a lie, — but there, 
 
 O' the death-bed, with God's hand between us both, 
 
 Striking me dumb, and helping her to speak. 
 
 Tell her own story her own way, and turn 
 
 My plausibility to nothingness ! 
 
 Four whole days did Pompilia keep alive, 
 
 With the best surgery of Rome agape 
 
 At the miracle, — this cut, the other slash, 1690 
 
 And yet the life refusing to dislodge, 
 
 Four whole extravagant impossible days. 
 
 Till she had time to finish and persuade 
 
 Every man, every woman, every child 
 
 In Rome of what she would : the selfsame she 
 
 Who, but a year ago, had wrung her hands. 
 
 Reddened her eyes and beat her breasts, rehearsed 
 
 The whole game at Arezzo, nor availed 
 
 Thereby to move one heart or raise one hand ! 
 
 When destiny intends you cards like these, 1700 
 
 What good of skill and preconcerted play ? 
 
 Had she been found dead, as I left her dead, 
 
 I should have told a tale brooked no reply : 
 
 You scarcely will suppose me found at fault 
 
 With that advantage ! ' What brings me to Rome ? 
 
 ' Necessity to claim and take my wife : 
 
 ' Better, to claim and take my new-born babe, — 
 
 ^ Strong in paternity a fortnight old, 
 
 ^ When 't is at strongest : warily I work, 
 
 ' Knowing the machinations of my foe ; 1710 
 
 ' I have companionship and use the night : 
 
 ' I seek my wife and'child, — I find — no child 
 
 ' But wife, in the embraces of that priest 
 
 ' Who caused her to elope from me. These two, 
 
 * Backed by the pander-pair who watch the while, 
 
 * Spring on me like so many tiger-cats. 
 
XI 
 
 GUIDO 469 
 
 ' Glad of the chance to end the intruder. I— 
 
 ' What should I do but stand on my defence, 
 
 ' Strike right, strike left, strike thick and threefold, 
 
 slay, 
 ' Not all — because the coward priest escapes. 1720 
 ' Last, I escape, in fear of evil tongues, 
 ' And having had my taste of Roman law.' 
 What 's disputable, refutable here ? — 
 Save by just this one ghost-thing half on earth, 
 Half out of it, — as if she held God's hand 
 While she leant back and looked her last at me. 
 Forgiving me (here monks begin to weep) 
 Oh, from her very soul, commending mine 
 To heavenly mercies which are infinite, — 
 While fixing fast my head beneath your knife ! 1730 
 'T is fate not fortune ! All is of a piece ! 
 What was it you informed me of my youths ? 
 My rustic four o' the family, soft swains, 
 What sweet surprise had they in store for me. 
 Those of my very household, — what did Law 
 Twist with her rack-and-cord-contrivance late 
 From out their bones and marrow ? What but this — 
 Had no one of these several stumbling-blocks 
 Stopped me, they yet were cherishing a scheme. 
 All of their honest country homespun wit, 1740 
 
 To quietly next day at crow of cock. 
 Cut my own throat too, for their own behoof, 
 Seeing I had forgot to clear accounts 
 O' the instant, nowise slackened speed for that, — 
 And somehow never might find memory. 
 Once safe back in Arezzo, where things change, 
 And a court-lord needs mind no country lout. 
 Well, being the arch-offender, I die last, — 
 May, ere my head falls, have my eyesight free, 
 Nor miss them dangling high on either hand, 1750 
 Like scarecrows in a hemp-field, for their pains ! 
 
 And then my Trial,— 't is my Trial that bites 
 Like a corrosive, so the cards are packed, 
 Dice loaded, and my life-stake tricked away ! 
 Look at my lawyers, lacked they grace of law, 
 Latin or logic ? Were not they fools to the height. 
 Fools to the depth, fools to the level between, 
 0' the foolishness set to decide the case ? 
 
470 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 They feign, they flatter ; nowise does it skill, 
 Everything goes against me : deal each judge 1760 
 His dole of flattery and feigning, — why, 
 He turns and tries and snuffs and savours it. 
 As an old fly the sugar-grain, your gift ; 
 Then eyes your thumb and finger, brushes clean 
 The absurd old head of him, and whisks away, 
 Leaving your thumb and finger dirty. Faugh ! 
 
 And finally, after this long-drawn range 
 
 Of affront, failure, failure and affront, — 
 
 This path, twixt crosses leading to a skull, 
 
 Paced by me barefoot, bloodied by my palms 1770 
 
 From the entry to the end, — there 's light at length, 
 
 A cranny of escape, — appeal may be 
 
 To the old man, to the father, to the Pope, 
 
 For a little life — from one whose life is spent, 
 
 A little pity — from pity's source and seat, 
 
 A little indulgence to rank, privilege, 
 
 From one who is the thing personified. 
 
 Rank, privilege, indulgence, grown beyond 
 
 Earth's bearing, even, ask Jansenius else ! 
 
 Still the same answer, still no other tune 1780 
 
 From the cicala perched at the tree-top 
 
 Than crickets noisy round the root, — 't is ' Die ! ' 
 
 Bids Law — ' Be damned ! ' adds Gospel, — nay, 
 
 No word so frank, — 't is rather, ' Save yourself ! ' 
 
 The Pope subjoins — ' Confess and be absolved ! 
 
 ' So shall my crecht countervail your shame, 
 
 ' And the world see I have not lost the knack 
 
 ' Of trying all the spirits, — yours, my son, 
 
 ' Wants but a fiery washing to emerge 
 
 ' In clarity ! Come, cleanse you, ease the ache 
 
 ' Of these old bones, refresh our bowels, boy ! ' 1791 
 
 Do I mistake your mission from the Pope ? 
 
 Then, bear his Ploliness the mind of me ! 
 
 I do get strength from being thrust to wall. 
 
 Successively wrenched from pillar and from post 
 
 By this tenacious hate of fortune, hate 
 
 Of all things in, under, and above earth. 
 
 Warfare, begun this mean unmanly mode. 
 
 Does best to end so, — gives earth spectacle 
 
 Of a brave fighter who succumbs to odds 1800 
 
 That turn defeat to victory. Stab, I fold 
 
XI GUIDO 471 
 
 My mantle round me ! Rome approves my act : 
 
 Applauds the blow which costs me life but keeps 
 
 My honour spotless : Rome would praise no more 
 
 Had I fallen, say, some fifteen years ago, 
 
 Helping Vienna when our Aretines 
 
 Flocked to Duke Charles and fought Turk Mustafa ; 
 
 Nor would you two be trembling o'er my corpse 
 
 With all this exquisite solicitude. 
 
 Why is it that I make such suit to live ? 1810 
 
 The popular sympathy that 's round me now 
 
 Would break like bubble that o'er-domes a fly — 
 
 Pretty enough while he lies quiet there, 
 
 But let him want the air and ply the wing. 
 
 Why, it breaks and bespatters him, what else ? 
 
 Cardinal, if the Pope had pardoned me. 
 
 And I walked out of prison through the crowd. 
 
 It would not be your arm I should dare press ! 
 
 Then, if I got safe to my place again. 
 
 How sad and sapless were the years to come ! 1820 
 
 I go my old ways and find things grown grey ; 
 
 You priests leer at me, old friends look askance ; 
 
 The mob 's in love, I '11 wager, to a man. 
 
 With my poor young good beauteous murdered wife : 
 
 For hearts require instruction how to beat, 
 
 And eyes, on warrant of the story, wax 
 
 Wanton at portraiture in white and black 
 
 Of dead Pompilia gracing ballad-sheet. 
 
 Which, had she died unmurdered and unsung, 
 
 Would never turn though she paced street as bare 
 
 As the mad penitent ladies do in France. 1831 
 
 My brothers quietly would edge me out 
 
 Of use and management of things called mine ; 
 
 Do I command ? ' You stretched command before ! ' 
 
 Show anger ? ' Anger little helped you once ! ' 
 
 Advise ? ' How managed you affairs of old ? ' 
 
 My very mother, all the while they gird. 
 
 Turns eye up, gives confirmatory groan, — 
 
 For unsuccess, explain it how you will, 
 
 Disqualifies you, makes you doubt yourself, 1840 
 
 — Much more, is found decisive by your friends. 
 
 Beside, am I not fifty years of age ? 
 
 What new leap would a life take, checked like mine 
 
 I' the spring at outset ? Where 's my second chance ? 
 
 Ay, but the babe . . I had forgot my son, 
 
472 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 My heir ! Now for a burst of gratitude ! 
 
 There 's some appropriate service to intone, 
 
 Some gaudeamus and thanksgiving-psalm 1 
 
 Old, I renew my youth in him, and poor 
 
 Possess a treasure, — is not that the phrase ? 1850 
 
 Only I must wait patient twenty years — 
 
 Nourishing all the while, as father ought, 
 
 The excrescence with my daily blood of life. 
 
 Does it respond to hope, such sacrifice, — 
 
 Grows the wen plump while I myself grow lean ? 
 
 Why, here 's my son and heir in evidence, 
 
 Who stronger, wiser, handsomer than I 
 
 By fifty years, relieves me of each load, — 
 
 Tames my hot horse, carries my heavy gun. 
 
 Courts my coy mistress, — has his apt advice 1860 
 
 On house-economy, expenditure, 
 
 And what not ? All which good gifts and great growth 
 
 Because of my decline, he brings to bear 
 
 On Guido, but half apprehensive how 
 
 He cumbers earth, crosses the brisk young Count, 
 
 Who civilly would thrust him from the scene. 
 
 Contrariwise, does the blood-offering fail ? 
 
 There 's an ineptitude, one blank the more 
 
 Added to earth in semblance of my child ? 
 
 Then, this has been a costly piece of work, 1870 
 
 My life exchanged for his ! — why he, not I, 
 
 Enjoy the world, if no more grace accrue ? 
 
 Dwarf me, what giant have you made of him ? 
 
 I do not dread the disobedient son — 
 
 I know how to suppress rebellion there, 
 
 Being not quite the fool my father was. 
 
 But grant the medium measure of a man. 
 
 The usual compromise 'twixt fool and sage, 
 
 — You know — the tolerably-obstinate. 
 
 The not-so-much-perverse but you may train, 1880 
 
 The true son-servant that, when parent bids 
 
 ' Go work, son, in my vineyard ! ' makes reply 
 
 ' I go. Sir ! ' — Why, what profit in your son 
 
 Beyond the drudges you might subsidize. 
 
 Have the same work from at a paul the head ? 
 
 Look at those four young precious olive-plants 
 
 Reared at Vittiano, — not on flesh and blood. 
 
 These twenty years, but black bread and sour wine ! 
 
 I bade them put forth tender branch, and hook 
 
XI 
 
 GUIDO 473 
 
 And hurt three enemies I had in Rome : 1890 
 
 They did my hest as unreluctantly, 
 
 At promise of a dollar, as a son 
 
 Adjured by mumping memories of the past ! 
 
 No, nothing repays youth expended so — 
 
 Youth, I say, who am young still, — give but leave 
 
 To live my life out, to the last I 'd live 
 
 And die conceding age no right of youth ! 
 
 It is the will runs the renewing nerve 
 
 Through flaccid flesh, would faint before the time. 
 
 Therefore no sort of use for son have I — 19C0 
 
 Sick, not of life's feast but of steps to cHmb 
 
 To the house where life prepares her feast, — of means 
 
 To the end : for make the end attainable 
 
 Without the means, — my rehsh were like yours. 
 
 A man may have an appetite enough 
 
 For a whole dish of robins ready cooked. 
 
 And yet lack courage to face sleet, pad snow, 
 
 And snare sufficiency for supper. 
 
 Thus 
 The time's arrived when, ancient Roman-Hke, 1910 
 I am bound to fall on my own sword, — why not 
 Say — Tuscan-like, more ancient, better still ? 
 Will you hear truth can do no harm nor good ? 
 I think I never was at any time 
 A Christian, as you nickname all the world. 
 Me among others : truce to nonsense now ! 
 Name me, a primitive religionist — 
 As should the aboriginary be 
 
 I boast myself, Etruscan, Aretine, 1919 
 
 One sprung, — your frigid Virgil's fieriest word, — 
 From fauns and nj^mphs, trunks and the heart of oak. 
 With, — for a visible divinity, — 
 The portent of a Jove iEgiochus 
 
 Descried 'mid clouds, lightning and thunder, couched 
 On topmost crag of your CapitoHne — 
 'T is in the Seventh ^Eneid,— what, the Eighth ? 
 Right, — thanks. Abate, — though the Christian's dumb, 
 The Latinist 's vivacious in you j^et ! 
 I know my grandsire had our tapestry 
 Marked with the motto, 'neath a certain shield 
 His grandson presently will give some gules 1931 
 
 To vary azure. First we fight for faiths. 
 
474 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 But get to shake hands at the last of all : 
 
 Mine 's your faith too, — in Jove ^giochus ! 
 
 Nor do Greek gods, that serve as supplement, 
 
 Jar with the simpler scheme, if understood. 
 
 We want such intermediary race 
 
 To make communication possible ; 
 
 The real thing were too lofty, we too low, 
 
 Midway hang these : we feel their use so plain 1940 
 
 In linking height to depth, that we doff hat 
 
 And put no question nor pry narrowly 
 
 Into the nature hid behind the names. 
 
 We grudge no rite the fancy may demand ; 
 
 But never, more than needs, invent, refine, 
 
 Improve upon requirement, idly wise 
 
 Beyond the letter, teaching gods their trade. 
 
 Which is to teach us : we '11 obey when taught. 
 
 Why should we do our duty past the due ? 1949 
 
 When the sky darkens, Jove is wroth, — say prayer ! 
 
 When the sun shines and Jove is glad, — sing psalm ! 
 
 But wherefore pass prescription and devise 
 
 Blood-offering for sweat-service, lend the rod 
 
 A pungency through pickle of our own ? 
 
 Learned Abate, — no one teaches you 
 
 What Venus means and who 's Apollo here ! 
 
 I spare you, Cardinal, — but, though you wince, 
 
 You know me, I know you, and both know that ! 
 
 So, if Apollo bids us fast, we fast : 
 
 But where does Venus order we stop sense 1960 
 
 When Master Pietro rhymes a pleasantry ? 
 
 Give alms prescribed on Friday, — but, hold hand 
 
 Because your foe lies prostrate, — where 's the word 
 
 Explicit in the book debars revenge ? 
 
 The rationale of your scheme is just 
 
 ' Pay toll here, there pursue your pleasure free ! ' 
 
 So do .you turn to use the medium-powers, 
 
 Mars and Minerva, Bacchus and the rest, 
 
 And so are saved propitiating — what ? 
 
 What all good, all wise and all potent Jove 1970 
 
 Vexed by the very sins in man, himself 
 
 Made life's necessity when man he made ? 
 
 Irrational bunglers ! So, the living truth 
 
 Revealed to strike Pan dead, ducks low at last, 
 
 Prays leave to hold its own and live good days 
 
 Provided it go masque grotesquely, called 
 
XI 
 
 GUIDO 475 
 
 Christian not Pagan ? Oh, you purged the sky 
 Of all gods save the One, the great and good. 
 Clapped hands and triumphed ! But the change came 
 
 fast : 
 The inexorable need in man for life — ^ 1980 
 
 Life, — you may mulct and minish to a grain 
 Out of the lump, so the grain left but live, — 
 Laughed at your substituting death for life, 
 And bade you do your worst, — which worst was done 
 — Pass that age styled the primitive and pure 
 When Saint this. Saint that, dutifully starved, 
 Froze, fought with beasts, was beaten and abused 
 And finally ridded of his flesh by fire, 
 Keeping the while unspotted from the world !— 
 Good : but next age, how goes the game, who gives 
 His life and emulates Saint that and this ? 1991 
 
 They mutiny, mutter who knows what excuse ? 
 In fine make up their minds to leave the new, 
 Stick to the old, — enjoy old liberty, 
 No prejudice, all the same, if so it please, 
 To the new profession : sin o' the sly, henceforth ! 
 Let the law stand : the letter kills, what then ? 
 The spirit saves as unmistakeably. 
 Omniscience sees. Omnipotence could stop, 
 All-mercifulness pardons, — it must be, 2000 
 
 Frown law its fiercest, there 's a wink somewhere. 
 
 Such was the logic in this head of mine : 
 
 I, like the rest, wrote ' poison ' on my bread ; 
 
 But broke and ate : — said ' those that use the sword 
 
 ' Shall perish by the same ; ' then stabbed my foe. 
 
 I stand on solid earth, not empty air : 
 
 Dislodge me, let your Pope's crook hale me hence I 
 
 Not he, nor you ! And I so pity both, 
 
 I '11 make the speech you want the wit to make : 
 
 ' Count Guido, who reveal our mystery, 2010 
 
 ' You trace all issues to the love of life : 
 
 ' We have a life to love and guard, like you. 
 
 ' Why did you put us upon self-defence ? 
 
 ' You well knew what prompt pass -word would appease 
 
 ' The sentry's ire when folk infringe his bounds, 
 
 ' And yet kept mouth shut : do you wonder then 
 
 ' If, in mere decency, he shot you dead ? 
 
 ' He can't have people play such pranks as you 
 
476 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 Beneath his nose at noonday, who disdain 
 
 To give him an excuse before the world, 2020 
 
 By crying " I break rule to save our camp ! " 
 
 Under the old rule, such offence were death ; 
 
 And so had you heard Pontifex pronounce 
 
 " Since you slay foe and violate the form, 
 
 " That turns to murder, which were sacrifice 
 
 " Had you, while, say, law-suiting him to death, 
 
 '' But raised an altar to the Unknown God, 
 
 " Or else the Genius of the Vatican." 
 
 Why then this pother ? — all because the Pope 
 
 Doing his duty, cries " A foreigner, 2030 
 
 '' You scandalize the natives : here at Rome 
 
 " Romano vivitur more : wise men, here, 
 
 " Put the Church forward and efface themselves. 
 
 " The fit defence had been, — you stamped on wheat, 
 
 " Intending all the time to trample tares, — 
 
 " Were fain extirpate, then, the heretic, 
 
 " And now find, in your haste you slew a fool : 
 
 " Nor Pietro, nor Violante, nor your wife 
 
 " Meant to breed up your babe a Molinist ! 2039 
 
 " Whence you are duly contrite. Not one word 
 
 " Of all this wisdom did you urge ! — which slip 
 
 " Death must atone for ! " ' 
 
 So, let death atone ! 
 So ends mistake, so end mistakers ! — end 
 Perhaps to recommence, — how should I know ? 
 Only, be sure, no punishment, no pain 
 Childish, preposterous, impossible, 
 But some such fate as Ovid could foresee, — 
 Byblis in fluvium, let the weak soul end 
 In water, sed Lycaon in lupum, but 2050 
 
 The strong become a wolf for evermore ! 
 Change that Pompilia to a puny stream 
 Pit to reflect the daisies on its bank ! 
 Let me turn wolf, be whole, and sate, for once, — 
 Wallow in what is now a wolfishness 
 Coerced too much by the humanity 
 That 's half of me as well ! Grow out of man, 
 Glut the wolf -nature, — what remains but grow 
 Into the man again, be man indeed 
 And all man ? Do I ring the changes right ? 2O0O 
 Deformed, transformed, reformed, informed, con- 
 formed ! 
 
XI GUIDO 477 
 
 The honest mstinct, pent and crossed through hfe, 
 
 Let surge by death into a visible flow 
 
 Of rapture : as the strangled thread of flame 
 
 Painfully winds, annoying and annoyed, 
 
 Malignant and maligned, thro' stone and ore, 
 
 Till earth exclude the stranger : vented once, 
 
 It finds full play, is recognized a-top 
 
 Some mountain as no such abnormal birth. 
 
 Fire for the mount, the streamlet for the vale ! 2070 
 
 Ay, of the water was that wife of mine — 
 
 Be it for good, be it for ill, no run 
 
 0' the red thread through that insignificance ! 
 
 Again, how she is at me with those eyes ! 
 
 Away with the empty stare ! Be holy still, 
 
 And stupid ever ! Occupy your patch 
 
 Of private snow that 's somewhere in what world 
 
 May now be growing icy round your head, 
 
 And aguish at your foot-print, — freeze not me. 
 
 Dare follow not another step I take, 20S0 
 
 Not with so much as those detested eyes, 
 
 No, though they follow but to pray me pause 
 
 On the incline, earth's edge that 's next to hell ! 
 
 None of your abnegation of revenge ! 
 
 Fly at me frank, tug while I tear again ! 
 
 There 's God, go tell Him, testify your worst ! 
 
 Not she ! There was no touch in her of hate : 
 
 And it would prove her hell, if I reached mine ! 
 
 To know I suffered, would still sadden her. 
 
 Do what the angels might to make amends ! 20£0 
 
 Therefore there 's either no such place as hell, 
 
 Or thence shall I be thrust forth, for her sake. 
 
 And thereby undergo three hells, not one — 
 
 I who, with outlet for escape to heaven. 
 
 Would tarry if such flight allowed my foe 
 
 To raise his head, relieved of that firm foot 
 
 Had pinned him to the fiery pavement else ! 
 
 So am I made, ' who did not make myself : ' 
 
 (How dared she rob my own lip of the word ?) 
 
 Beware me in what other world may be ! — 2100 
 
 Pompilia, who have brought me to this pass ! 
 
 All I know here, will I say there, and go 
 
 Beyond the saying with the deed. Some use 
 
 There cannot but be for a mood like mine, 
 
 Implacable, persistent in revenge. 
 
478 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 She maundered ' All is over and at end : 
 ' I go my own road, go you where God will ! 
 
 * Forgive you ? I forget you ! ' There 's the saint 
 That takes your taste, you other kind of men ! 
 
 How you had loved her ! Guido wanted skill 2110 
 
 To value such a woman at her worth ! 
 
 Properly the instructed criticize 
 
 ' What 's here, you simpleton have tossed to take 
 
 ' Its chance i' the gutter ? This a daub, indeed ? 
 
 * Why, 't is a Rafael that you kicked to rags ! ' 
 Perhaps so : some prefer the pure design : 
 Give me my gorge of colour, glut of gold 
 
 In a glory round the Virgin made for me 1 
 
 Titian 's the man, not Monk Angelico 
 
 Who traces you some timid chalky ghost 2120 
 
 That turns the church into a charnel : ay, 
 
 Just such a pencil might depict my wife ! 
 
 She, — since she, also, would not change herself, — 
 
 Why could not she come in some heart-shaped cloud, 
 
 Rainbowed about with riches, royalty 
 
 Rimming her round, as round the tint less lawn 
 
 Guardingly runs the selvage cloth of gold ? 
 
 I would have left the faint fine gauze untouched, 
 
 Needle-worked over with its lily and rose, 
 
 Let her bleach unmolested in the midst, 2130 
 
 Chill that selected solitary spot 
 
 Of quietude she pleased to think w^as life : 
 
 Purity, pallor grace the lawn no doubt 
 
 When there 's the costly bordure to unthread 
 
 And make again an ingot : but what 's grace 
 
 When you want meat and drink and clothes and fire ? 
 
 A tale comes to my mind that 's apposite — 
 
 Possibly true, probably false, a truth 
 
 Such as all truths we live by. Cardinal ! 
 
 'T is said, a certain ancestor of mine 2140 
 
 Followed — whoever was the potentate, 
 
 To Paynimrie, and in some battle, broke 
 
 Through more than due allowance of the foe 
 
 And, risking much his own life, saved the lord's. 
 
 Battered and bruised, the Emperor scrambles up, 
 
 Rubs his eyes and looks round and sees my sire, 
 
 Picks a furze-sprig from out his hauberk -joint, 
 
 (Token how near the ground went majesty) 
 
 And says ' Take this, and, if thou get safe home, 
 
XI GUIDO 479 
 
 ' Plant the same in thy garden -ground to grow : 
 
 ' Run thence an hour in a straight hne, and stop : 
 
 ' Describe a circle round (for central point) 2152 
 
 ' The furze aforesaid, reaching every way 
 
 ' The length of that hour's run : I give it thee, — 
 
 ' The central point, to build a castle there, 
 
 ' The circumjacent space, for fit demesne, 
 
 ' The whole to be thy children's heritage, — 
 
 ' Whom, for my sake, bid thou wear furze on cap ! ' 
 
 Those are my arms : we turned the furze a tree 
 
 To show more, and the greyhound tied thereto, 2160 
 
 Straining to start, means swift and greedy both ; 
 
 He stands upon a triple mount of gold — 
 
 By Jove, then, he 's escaping from true gold 
 
 And trying to arrive at empty air ! 
 
 Aha ! the fancy never crossed my mind ! 
 
 My father used to tell me, and subjoin 
 
 * As for the castle, that took wings and flew : 
 
 ' The broad lands, — why, to traverse them to-day 
 
 * Would task my gouty feet, though in my prime 
 
 ' I doubt not I could stand and spit so far : 2170 
 
 ' But for the furze, boy, fear no lack of that, 
 
 ' So long as fortune leaves one field to grub ! 
 
 ' Wherefore hurra for furze and loyalty ! ' 
 
 What may I mean, where may the lesson lurk ? 
 
 ' Do not bestow on man by way of gift 
 
 ' Furze without some substantial framework, — grace 
 
 ' Of purity, a furze -sprig of a wife, 
 
 * To me, i' the thick of battle for my bread, 
 
 ' Without some better dowry, — house and land ! ' 
 No other gift than sordid muck ? Yes, Sir I 2180 
 
 Many more and much better. Give them me ! 
 O those Olimpias bold, those Biancas brave. 
 That brought a husband will worth Ormuz' wealth ! 
 Cried ' Thou being mine, why, what but thine am I ? 
 ' Be thou to me law, right, wrong, heaven and hell ! 
 
 * Let us blend souls, be thou in me to bid 
 
 ' Two bodies work one pleasure ! What are these 
 
 * Called king, priest, father, mother, stranger, friend ? 
 ' They fret thee or they frustrate ? Give the word — 
 ' Be certain they shall frustrate nothing more ! 2190 
 ' And who is this young florid fooHshness 
 
 * That holds thy fortune in his pigmy clutch, 
 ' — Being a prince and potency, forsooth ! — 
 
480 . THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 ' Aiid hesitates to let the trifle go ? 
 
 ' Let me but seal up eye, sing ear to sleep 
 
 ' Sounder than Samson, — pounce thou on the prize 
 
 ' Shall slip from off my breast, and down couch-side 
 
 ' And on to floor, and far as my lord's feet — 
 
 ' Where he stands in the shadow with the sword 
 
 ' Waiting to see what Delilah dares do 1 2200 
 
 ' Is the youth fair ? What is a man to me 
 
 ' Who am thy call-bird ? Twist his neck — my dupe's,— 
 
 ' Then take the breast shall turn a breast indeed ! ' 
 
 Such women are there ; and they marry whom ? 
 
 Why, when a man has gone and hanged himself 
 
 Because of what he calls a wicked wife, — 
 
 See, if the turpitude, he makes his moap, 
 
 Be not mere excellence the fool ignores ! 
 
 His monster is perfection, Circe, sent 
 
 Straight from the sun, with rod the idiot blames 
 
 As not an honest distaff to spin wool ! 2211 
 
 thou Lucrezia, is it long to wait 
 Yonder where all the gloom is in a glow 
 With thy suspected presence ? — virgin yet, 
 Virtuous again in face of what 's to teach — 
 Sin unimagined, unimaginable, — 
 
 1 come to claim my bride, — thy Borgia's self 
 Not half the burning bridegroom I shall be ! 
 Cardinal, take away your crucifix ! 
 
 Abate, leave my lips alone, they bite ! 2220 
 
 'T is vain you try to change, what should not change, 
 And cannot. I have bared, you bathe my heart — 
 It grows the stonier for your saving dew ! 
 You steep the substance, you would lubricate, 
 In waters that but touch to petrify ! 
 
 You too are petrifactions of a kind : 
 
 Move not a muscle that shows mercy ; rave 
 
 Another twelve hours, every word were waste ! 
 
 I thought you would not slay impenitence, — 
 
 Teased first contrition from the man you slew, — 2230 
 
 I thought you had a conscience. Cardinal, 
 
 You know I am wronged ! — wronged, say, and wronged 
 
 maintain. 
 Was this strict inquisition made for blood 
 When first you showed us scarlet on your back. 
 Called to the College ? That straightforward way 
 
XI 
 
 GUIDO 481 
 
 To that legitimate end, — I think it passed 
 
 Over a scantHng of heads brained, hearts broke, 
 
 Lives trodden into dust, — how otherwise ? 
 
 Such is the way o' the world, and so you walk : 
 
 Does memory haunt your pillow ? Not a whit 
 
 God wills you never pace your garden-path 2241 
 
 One appetizing hour ere dinner-time 
 
 But your intrusion there treads out of life 
 
 An universe of happy innocent things : 
 
 Feel you remorse about that damsel-fly 
 
 Which buzzed so near your mouth and flapped your 
 
 face, 
 You blotted it from being at a blow ? 
 It was a fly, you were a man, and more. 
 Lord of created things, so took your course. 
 Manliness, mind, — these are things fit to save, 2250 
 Fit to brush fly from : why, because I take 
 My course, must needs the Pope kill me ? — kill you ! 
 Because this instrument he throws away 
 Is strong to serve a master : it were yours 
 To have and hold and get such good from out ! 
 The Pope who dooms me, needs must die next year ; 
 I '11 tell you how the chances are supposed 
 For his successor : flrst the Chamberlain, 
 Old San Cesario, — Colloreclo, next, — 
 Then, one, two, three, four, I refuse to name, 2260 
 After these, comes Altieri ; then come you — 
 Seventh on the list you are, unless . . ha, ha, 
 How can a dead hand give a friend a lift ? 
 Are you the person to despise the help 
 O' the head shall drop in pannier presently ? 
 So a child seesaws on or kicks away 
 The fulcrum-stone that 's all the sage requires 
 To fit his lever to and move the world. 
 Cardinal, I adjure you in God's name, 
 Save my life, fall at the Pope's feet, set forth 2270 
 Things your own fashion, not in words Hke these 
 Made for a sense like yours who apprehend ! 
 Translate into the court-conventional 
 ' Count Guido must not die, is innocent ! 
 ' Fair, be assured ! But what an he were foul, 
 ' Blood-drenched and murder-crusted head to foot ? 
 ' Spare one whose death insults the Emperor, 
 ' And outrages the Louis you so love ! 
 
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482 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 ' He has friends who will avenge him ; enemies 
 
 ' Who hate the chm-ch now with impunity 2280 
 
 ' Missing the old coercive : would you send 
 
 ' A soul straight to perdition, dying frank 
 
 ' An atheist ? ' Go and say this, for God's sake 1 
 
 — Why, you do n't think I hope you '11 say one word ? 
 
 Neither shall I persuade you from your stand 
 
 Nor you persuade me from my station : take 
 
 Your crucifix away, I tell you twice ! 
 
 Come, I am tired of silence ! Pause enough ! 
 
 You have prayed : I have gone inside my soul 
 
 And shut its door behind me : 't is your torch 2290 
 
 Makes the place dark, — the darkness let alone 
 
 Grows tolerable twilight, — one may grope 
 
 And get to guess at length and breadth and depth. 
 
 What is this fact I feel persuaded of — 
 
 This something like a foothold in the sea, 
 
 Although Saint Peter's bark scuds, billow-borne, 
 
 Leaves me to founder where it flung me first ? 
 
 Spite of your splashing, I am high and dry ! 
 
 God takes his own part in each thing he made ; 
 
 Made for a reason, he conserves his work, 2300 
 
 Gives each its proper instinct of defence. 
 
 My lamblike wife could neither bark nor bite. 
 
 She bleated, bleated, till for pity pure, 
 
 The village roused it, ran with pole and prong 
 
 To the rescue, and behold the wolf 's at bay ! 
 
 Shall he try bleating ? — or take turn or two, 
 
 Since the wolf owns to kinship with the fox, 
 
 And failing to escape the foe by these, 
 
 Give up attempt, die fighting quietly ? 
 
 The last bad blow that strikes fire in at eye 2310 
 
 And on to brain, and so out, life and all, 
 
 How can it but be cheated of a pang 
 
 While, fighting quietly, the jaws enjoy 
 
 Their re-embrace in mid back-bone they break, 
 
 After their weary work thro' the foes' flesh ? 
 
 That 's the wolf -nature. Do n't mistake my trope ! 
 
 The Cardinal is qualmish ! Eminence, 
 
 My fight is figurative, blows i' the air. 
 
 Brain-war with powers and principaUties, 
 
 Spirit-bravado, no real fisticuffs ! 2320 
 
 I shall not presently, when the knock comes, 
 
XI GUIDO 483 
 
 Cling to this bench nor flee the hangman's face, 
 
 No, trust me ! I conceive worse lots than mine. 
 
 Whether it be the old contagious fit 
 
 And plague o' the prison have surprised me too. 
 
 The appropriate drunkenness of the death-hour 
 
 Creep on my sense, the work o' the wine and myrrh, — 
 
 I know not, — I begin to taste my strength. 
 
 Careless, gay even : what 's the worth of life ? 
 
 The Pope is dead, my murderous old man, 2330 
 
 For Tozzi told me so : and you, forsooth— 
 
 Why, you do n't think. Abate, do your best, 
 
 You '11 live a year more with that hacking cough 
 
 And blotch of crimson where the cheek 's a pit 'I 
 
 Tozzi has got you also down in book. 
 
 Cardinal, only seventh of seventy near, 
 
 Is not one called Albano in the lot ? 
 
 Go eat your heart, you '11 never be a Pope 1 
 
 Inform me, is it true you left your love, 
 
 A Pucci, for promotion in the church ? 2340 
 
 She 's more than in the church,— in the churchyard 1 
 
 Plautilla Pucci, your affianced bride. 
 
 Has dust now in the eyes that held the love,— 
 
 And Martinez, suppose they make you Pope, 
 
 Stops that with veto,— so, enjoy yourself ! 
 
 I see you all reel to the rock, you waves — 
 
 Some forthright, some describe a sinuous track, 
 
 Some crested, brilliantly with heads above. 
 
 Some in a strangled swirl sunk who knows how. 
 
 But all bound whither the main-current sets, 2350 
 
 Rockward, an end in foam for all of you ! 
 
 What if I am o'ertaken, pushed to the front 
 
 By all you crowding smoother souls behind, 
 
 And reach, a minute sooner than was meant, 
 
 The boundary, whereon I break to mist ? 
 
 Go to ! the smoothest safest of you all. 
 
 Most perfect and compact wave in my tram, 
 
 Spite of the blue tranquillity above, 
 
 Spite of the breadth before of lapsing peace 
 
 Where broods the halcyon and the fish leaps free, 
 
 Will presently begin to feel the prick 2361 
 
 At lazy heart, the push at torpid brain, 
 
 Will rock vertiginously in turn, and reel, 
 
 And, emulative, rush to death like me : 
 
 Later or sooner by a minute then, 
 
484 THE RING AND THE BOOK xi 
 
 So much for the untimeHness of death, — 
 
 And, as regards the manner that offends, 
 
 The rude and rough, I count the same for gam — 
 
 Be the act harsh and quick ! Undoubtedly 
 
 The soul 's condensed and, twice itself, expands 
 
 To burst thro' life, in alternation due, 2371 
 
 Into the other state whate'er it prove. 
 
 You never know what Hfe means till you die : 
 
 Even throughout Hfe, 't is death that makes life live, 
 
 Gives it whatever the significance. 
 
 For see, on your own ground and argument. 
 
 Suppose life had no death to fear, how find 
 
 A possibility of nobleness 
 
 In man, prevented daring any more ? 
 
 What 's love, what 's faith without a worst to dread ? 
 
 Lack-lustre jewelry ; but faith and love 2381 
 
 With death behind them bidding do or die — 
 
 Put such a foil at back, the sparkle 's born ! 
 
 From out myself how the strange colours come ! 
 
 Is there a new rule in another world ? 
 
 Be sure I shall resign myself : as here 
 
 I recognized no law I could not see. 
 
 There, what I see, I shall acknowledge too : 
 
 On earth I never took the Pope for God, 
 
 In heaven I shall scarce take God for the Pope. 2390 
 
 Unmanned, remade : I hold it probable — 
 
 With something changeless at the heart of me 
 
 To know me by, some nucleus that 's myself : 
 
 Accretions did it wrong ? Away with them — 
 
 You soon shall see the use of fire ! 
 
 Till when, 
 All that was, is ; and must for ever be. 
 Nor is it in me to unhate my hates, — 
 I use up my last strength to strike once more 
 Old Pietro in the wine-house-gossip-face, 2i00 
 
 To trample underfoot the whine and wile 
 Of that Violante, — and I grow one gorge 
 To loathingly reject Pompilia's pale 
 Poison my hasty hunger took for food. 
 A strong tree wants no wreaths about its trunk, 
 No cloying cups, no sickly sweet of scent. 
 But sustenance at root, a bucketful. 
 How else Hved that Athenian who died so, 
 
XI 
 
 GUIDO 485 
 
 Drinking hot bull's-blood, fit for men like me ? 
 I lived and died a man, and take man's chance, 
 Honest and bold : right will be done to such. 2411 
 
 Who are these you have let descend my stair ? 
 
 Ha, their accursed psalm ! Lights at the sill ! 
 
 Is it ' Open ' they dare bid you ? Treachery ! 
 
 Sirs, have I spoken one word all this while 
 
 Out of the world of words I had to say ? 
 
 Not one word ! All was folly — I laughed and mocked 1 
 
 Sirs, my first true word, all truth and no lie. 
 
 Is — save me notwithstanding ! Life is all ! 
 
 I was just stark mad, — let the madman live 2420 
 
 Pressed by as many chains as you please pile ! 
 
 Do n't open ! Hold me from them ! I am yours, 
 
 I am the Granduke's — no, I am the Pope's ! 
 
 Abate, — Cardinal, — Christ, — Maria, — God, . . . 
 
 Pompiha, will you let them murder me ? 
 
XII 
 THE BOOK AND THE RING 
 
 Here were the end, had anything an end : 
 
 Thus, lit and launched, up and up roared and soared 
 
 A rocket, till the key o' the vault was reached, 
 
 And wide heaven held, a breathless minute-space. 
 
 In brilliant usurpature : thus caught spark, 
 
 Rushed to the height, and hung at full of fame 
 
 Over men's upturned faces, ghastly thence, 
 
 Our glaring Guido : now decline must be. 
 
 In its explosion, you have seen his act. 
 
 By my power — may-be, judged it by your own, — 
 
 Or composite as good orbs prove, or crammed 11 
 
 With worse ingredients than the Wormwood Star. 
 
 The act, over and ended, falls and fades : 
 
 What was once seen, grows what is now described. 
 
 Then talked of, told about, a tinge the less 
 
 In every fresh transmission ; till it melts. 
 
 Trickles in silent orange or wan grey 
 
 Across our memory, dies and leaves all dark, 
 
 And presently we find the stars again. 
 
 Follow the main streaks, meditate the mode 20 
 
 Of brightness, how it hastes to blend with black ! 
 
 After that February Twenty -Two, 
 
 Since our salvation, Sixteen-Ninety-Eight, 
 
 Of all reports that were, or may have been, 
 
 Concerning those the day killed or let live, 
 
 Four I count only. Take the first that comes. 
 
 A letter from a stranger, man of rank, 
 
 Venetian visitor at Rome, — who knows, 
 
 On what pretence of busy idleness ? 
 
 Thus he begins on evening of that day. 30 
 
 * Here are we at our end of Carnival ; 
 
 ' Prodigious gaiety and monstrous mirth, 
 ' And constant shift of entertaining show :' 
 
 * With influx, from each quarter of the globe. 
 
XII THE BOOK AND THE RING 487 
 
 ' Of strangers nowise wishful to be last 
 
 ' I' the struggle for a good place presently 
 
 ' When that befalls, fate cannot long defer. 
 
 ' The old Pope totters on the verge o' the grave : 
 
 ' You see, Malpichi understood far more 
 
 ' Than Tozzi how to treat the ailments : age, 40 
 
 ' No question, renders these inveterate. 
 
 ' Cardinal Spada, actual Minister, 
 
 ' Is possible Pope ; I wager on his head, 
 
 ' Since those four entertainments of his niece 
 
 ' Which set all Rome a-stare : Pope probably — 
 
 ' Though Colloredo has his backers too, 
 
 ' And San Cesario makes one doubt at times : 
 
 ' Altieri will be Chamberlain at most. 
 
 ' A week ago the sun was warm like May, 
 
 ' And the old man took daily exercise 50 
 
 ' Along the river-side ; he loves to see 
 
 ' That Custom-house he built upon the bank, 
 
 ' For, Naples-born, his tastes are maritime : 
 
 ' But yesterday he had to keep in -doors 
 
 ' Because of the outrageous rain that fell. 
 
 ' On such days the good soul has fainting-fits, 
 
 ' Or Ues in stupor, scarcely makes believe 
 
 ' Of minding business, fumbles at his beads. 
 
 ' They say, the trust that keeps his heart alive 
 
 ' Is that, by lasting till December next, 60 
 
 ' He may hold Jubilee a second time, 
 
 ' And, twice in one reign, ope the Holy Doors. 
 
 ' By the way, somebody responsible 
 
 ' Assures me that the King of France has writ 
 
 ' Fresh orders : Fenelon will be condemned : 
 
 ' The Cardinal makes a wry face enough, 
 
 ' Having a love for the delinquent : still, 
 
 ' He 's the ambassador, must press the point. 
 
 ' Have you a wager too dependent here ? 
 
 ' Now, from such matters to divert awhile, 70 
 
 ' Hear of to-day's event which crowns the week, 
 
 ' Casts all the other wagers into shade. 
 
 ' Tell Dandolo I owe him fifty drops 
 
 ' Of heart's blood in the shape of gold zecchines ! 
 
 ' The Pope has done his worst : I have to pay 
 
 ' For the execution of the Count, by Jove ! 
 
488 THE RING AND THE BOOK xii 
 
 Two days since, I reported him as safe, 
 
 Re-echoing the conviction of all Rome : 
 
 Who could suspect the one deaf ear — the Pope's ? 
 
 But prejudices grow insuperable, 80 
 
 And that old enmity to Austria, that 
 
 Passion for France and France's pageant-king 
 
 (Of which, why pause to multiply the proofs 
 
 Now scandalously rife in Europe's mouth ?) 
 
 These fairly got the better in the man 
 
 Of justice, prudence, and esprit de corps, 
 
 And he persisted in the butchery. 
 
 Also, 't is said that in his latest walk 
 
 To that Dogana-by-the-Bank, he built, 
 
 The crowd, — he suffers question, unrebuked, — 90 
 
 Asked, " Whether murder Avas a privilege 
 
 " Only reserved for nobles like the Count ? " 
 
 And he was ever mindful of the mob. 
 
 Martinez, the Caesarian Minister, 
 
 — Who used his best endeavours to spare blood, 
 
 And strongly pleaded for the life " of one," 
 
 Urged he, " I may have dined at table with ! " — 
 
 He will not soon forget the Pope's rebuff, 
 
 — Feels the slight sensibly, I promise you ! 
 
 And but for the dissuasion of two eyes 100 
 
 That make with him foul weather or fine day. 
 
 He had abstained, nor graced the spectacle : 
 
 As it was, barely would he condescend 
 
 Look forth from the palchetto where he sat 
 
 Under the Pincian : we shall hear of this ! 
 
 The substituting, too, the People's Square 
 
 For the out-o'-the-way old quarter by the Bridge, 
 
 Was meant as a conciliatory sop 
 
 To the mob ; it gave one holiday the more. 
 
 But the French Embassy might unfurl flag, — 110 
 
 Still the good luck of France to fling a foe ! 
 
 Cardinal Bouillon triumphs properly ! 
 
 Palchetti were erected in the Place, 
 
 And houses, at the edge of the Three Streets, 
 
 Let their front windows at six dollars each : 
 
 Anguisciola, that patron of the arts, 
 
 Hired one ; our Envoy Contarini too. 
 
 Now for the thing ; no sooner the decree 
 
 Gone forth, — 't is four-and-twentj^ hours ago,-— 
 
XII THE BOOK AND THE RING 489 
 
 ' Than Acciaioli and Panciatichi, 120 
 
 ' Old friends, indeed compatriots of the man, 
 
 ' Being pitched on as the couple properest 
 
 ' To intimate the sentence yesternight, 
 
 ' Were closeted ere cock-crow with the Count. 
 
 ' They both report their efforts to dispose 
 
 ' The unhappy nobleman for ending well, 
 
 ' Despite the natural sense of injury, 
 
 ' Were crowned at last with a complete success : 
 
 ' And when the Company of Death arrived 
 
 ' At twenty-hours, — the way they reckon here,— 
 
 ' We say, at sunset, after dinner-time, — 131 
 
 ' The Count was led down, hoisted up on car, 
 
 ' Last of the five, as heinousest, you know : 
 
 ' Yet they allowed one whole car to each man. 
 
 ' His intrepidity, nay, nonchalance, 
 
 ' As up he stood and down he sat himself, 
 
 * Struck admiration into those who saw. 
 
 ' Then the procession started, took the way 
 
 ' From the New Prisons by the Pilgrim's Street, • 
 
 ' The street of the Governo, Pasquin's Street, 140 
 
 ' (Where was stuck up, 'mid other epigrams, 
 
 ' A quatrain . . but of all that, presently !) 
 
 ' The Place Navona, the Pantheon's Place, 
 
 ' Place of the Column, last the Corso's length, 
 
 ' And so debouched thence at Mannaia's foot 
 
 ' I' the Place o' the People. As is evident, 
 
 * (Despite the maHce, — plainly meant, I fear, 
 ' By this abrupt change of locality, — 
 
 ' The Square 's no such bad place to head and hang) 
 
 ' We had the titillation as we sat 150 
 
 ' Assembled, (quality in conclave, ha ?) 
 
 ' Of, minute after minute, some report 
 
 ' How the slow show was winding on its way. 
 
 ' Now did a car run over, kill a man, 
 
 ' Just opposite a pork-shop numbered Twelve : 
 
 ' And bitter were the outcries of the mob 
 
 ' Against the Pope : for, but that he forbids 
 
 * The Lottery, why, twelve were Tern Quatern 1 
 ' Now did a beggar by Saint Agnes, lame 
 
 ' From his youth up, recover use of leg, 160 
 
 ' Through prayer of Guido as he glanced that way : 
 ' So that the crowd near crammed his hat with coin. 
 ' Thus was kept up excitement to the last, 
 r3 
 
490 THE RING AND THE BOOK xii 
 
 — Not an abrupt out-bolting, as of yore, 
 From Castle, over Bridge and on to block, 
 And so all ended ere you well could wink ! 
 
 Guido was last to mount the scaffold-steps 
 
 Here also, as atrociousest in crime. 
 
 We hardly noticed how the peasants died. 
 
 They dangled somehow soon to right and left, 170 
 
 And we remained all ears and eyes, could give 
 
 Ourselves to Guido undividedly, 
 
 As he harangued the multitude beneath. 
 
 He begged forgiveness on the part of God, 
 
 And fair construction of his act from men, 
 
 Whose suffrage he entreated for his soul, 
 
 Suggesting that we should forthwith repeat 
 
 A Pater and an Ave, with the hymn 
 
 Salve Regina Coeli, for his sake. 
 
 Which said, he turned to the confessor, crossed 180 
 
 And reconciled himself, with decency. 
 
 Oft glancing at Saint Mary's opposite 
 
 Where they possess, and showed in shrine to-day, 
 
 The blessed Umbilicus of our Lord, 
 
 (A relic 't is believed no other church 
 
 In Rome can boast of) — then rose up, as brisk 
 
 Knelt down again, bent head, adapted neck. 
 
 And, with the name of Jesus on his lips, 
 
 Received the fatal blow. 
 
 ' The headsman showed 190 
 ' The head to the populace. Must I avouch 
 ' We strangers own to disappointment here ? 
 ' Report pronounced him fully six feet high, 
 ' Youngish, considering his fifty years, 
 ' And, if not handsome, dignified at least. 
 ' Indeed, it was no face to please a wife ! 
 ' His friends say, this was caused by the costume : 
 ' He wore the dress he did the murder in, 
 ' That is, a just-a-cdrps of russet serge, 
 ' Black camisole, coarse cloak of baracan 200 
 
 ' (So they style here the garb of goat's-hair cloth) 
 ' White hat and cotton cap beneath, poor Count, 
 ' Preservative against the evening dews 
 ' During the journey from Arezzo. Well, 
 ' So died the man, and so his end was peace ; 
 
XII THE BOOK AND THE RING 491 
 
 ' Whence many a moral were to meditate. 
 ' Spada, — you may bet Dandolo, — is Pope ? 
 ' Now for the quatrain ! ' 
 
 No, friend, this will do ! 
 You 've sputtered into sparks. What streak comes 
 next ? 210 
 
 A letter : Don Giacinto Arcangeli, 
 Doctor and Proctor, him I made you mark 
 Buckle to business in his study late, 
 The virtuous sire, the valiant for the truth, 
 Acquaints his correspondent, — Florentine, 
 By name Cencini, advocate as well, 
 Socius and brother-in-the-devil to match, — 
 A friend of Franceschini, anyhow, 
 And knit up with the bowels of the case, — 
 Acquaints him, (in this paper that I touch) 220 
 
 How their joint effort to obtain reprieve 
 For Guido had so nearly nicked the nine 
 And ninety and one over, — he would say, 
 At Tarocs, — or succeeded, — in our phrase. 
 To this Cencini 's care I owe the Book, 
 The yellow thing I take and toss once more 
 — How will it be, my four-years '-intimate, 
 When thou and I part company anon ? — 
 'T was he, the ' whole position of the case,' 
 Pleading and summary, were put before ; 230 
 
 Discreetly in my Book he bound them all, 
 Adding some three epistles to the point. 
 Here is the first of these, part fresh as penned, 
 The sand, that dried the ink, not rubbed away. 
 Though penned the day whereof it tells the deed : 
 Part — extant just as plainly, you know where, 
 Whence came the other stuff, went, you know how, 
 To make the ring that's all but round and done. 
 
 ' Late they arrived, too late, egregious Sir, 
 
 ' Those same justificative points you urge 240 
 
 ' Might benefit His Blessed Memory 
 
 ' Count Guido Franceschini now with God : 
 
 ' Since the Court, — to state things succinctly, — styled 
 
 ' The Congregation of the Governor, 
 
492 THE RING AND THE BOOK xii 
 
 Having resolved on Tuesday last our cause 
 
 I' the guilty sense, with death for punishment, 
 
 Spite of all pleas by me deducible 
 
 In favour of said Blessed Memory, — 
 
 I, with expenditure of pains enough. 
 
 Obtained a respite, leave to claim and prove 250 
 
 Exemption from the law's award, — alleged 
 
 The power and privilege o' the Clericate : 
 
 To which effect a courier was despatched. 
 
 But ere an answer from Arezzo came. 
 
 The Holiness of our Lord the Pope (prepare !) 
 
 Judging it inexpedient to postpone 
 
 The execution of such sentence passed, 
 
 Saw fit, by his particular chirograph. 
 
 To derogate, dispense with privilege, 
 
 And wink at any hurt accruing thence 260 
 
 To Mother Church through damage of her son ; 
 
 Also, to overpass and set aside 
 
 That other plea on score of tender age, 
 
 Put forth by me to do Pasquini good. 
 
 One of the four in trouble with our friend. 
 
 So that all five, to-day, have suffered death 
 
 With no distinction save in dying, — he, ' 
 
 Decollated by way of privilege, 
 
 The rest hanged decently and in order. Thus 
 
 Came the Count to his end of gallant man, 270 
 
 Defunct in faith and exemplarity : 
 
 Nor shall the shield of his great House lose shine, 
 
 Nor its blue banner blush to red thereby. 
 
 This, too, should yield sustainment to our hearts — 
 
 He had commiseration and respect 
 
 In his decease from universal Rome, 
 
 Quantum est hominum venustiorum, 
 
 The nice and cultivated everywhere : 
 
 Though, in respect of me his advocate. 
 
 Needs must I groan o'er my debility, 2S0 
 
 Attribute the untoward event o' the strife 
 
 To nothing but my own crass ignorance 
 
 Which failed to set the valid reasons forth. 
 
 Find fit excuse : such is the fate of war ! 
 
 May God compensate us the direful blow 
 
 By future blessings on his family 
 
 Whereof I lowly beg the next commands ; 
 
 — Whereto, as humbly, I confirm myself . . . ' 
 
XII THE BOOK AND THE RING 493 
 
 And so forth, — follow name and place and date : 
 On the next leaf — 290 
 
 ' Hactenus senioribus ! 
 
 * There, old fox, show the clients t' other side 
 
 * And keep this corner sacred, I beseech ! 
 
 * You and your pleas and proofs were what folks 
 
 call 
 ' Pisan assistance, aid that comes too late, 
 ' Saves a man dead as nail in post of door. 
 ' Had I but time and space for narrative ! * 
 
 ' What was the good of twenty Clericates 
 ' When Somebody's thick headpiece once was bent 
 ' On seeing Guido's drop into the bag ? 300 
 
 ' How these old men like giving youth a push ! 
 ' So much the better : next push goes to him, 
 ' And a new Pope begins the century. 
 ' Much good I get by my superb defence ! 
 ' But argument is solid and subsists, 
 ' While obstinacy and ineptitude 
 ' Accompany the owner to his tomb ; 
 ' What do I care how soon ? Beside, folks see ! 
 ' Rome will have rehshed heartily the show, 
 ' Yet understood the motives, never fear, 310 
 
 ' Which caused the indecent change o' the People's 
 
 Place 
 ' To the People's Playground, — stigmatize the spite 
 ' Which in a trice precipitated things ! 
 
 * As oft the moribund will give a kick 
 
 ' To show they are not absolutely dead, 
 ' So feebleness i' the socket shoots its last, 
 ' A spirt of violence for energy ! 
 
 ' But thou, Cencini, brother of my breast, 
 
 ' fox, whose home is 'mid the tender grape, 
 
 ' Whose couch in Tuscany by Themis' throne, 320 
 
 ' Subject to no such . . . but I shut my mouth 
 
 ' Or only open it again to say, 
 
 ' This pother and confusion fairly laid, 
 
 ' My hands are empty and my satchel lank. 
 
 ' Now then for both the Matrimonial Cause 
 
 ' And the case of Gomez ! Serve them hot and hot ! 
 
 ' Reliqua differamus in crastinum ! 
 
 ' The impatient estafette cracks whip outside : 
 
494 THE RING AND THE BOOK xii 
 
 * Still, though the earth should swallow him who 
 swears 
 And me who make the mischief, in must slip 330 
 
 — My boy, your godson, fat-chaps Hyacinth, 
 Enjoyed the sight while Papa plodded here. 
 I promised him, the rogue, a month ago, 
 The day his birthday was, of all the days, 
 That if I failed to save Count Guido's head, 
 Cinuccio should at least go see it chopped 
 From trunk — " So, latinize your thanks ! " quoth I : 
 " That I prefer, hoc malim,'' raps me out 
 The rogue : you notice the subjunctive ? Ah ! 
 Accordingly he sat there, bold in box, 340 
 
 Proud as the Pope behind the peacock-fans : 
 Whereon a certain lady-patroness 
 For whom I manage things (my boy in front, 
 Her Marquis sat the third in evidence ; 
 Boys have no eyes nor ears save for the show) 
 " This time, Cintino," was her sportive word, 
 When whiz and thump went axe and mowed lay man. 
 And folks could fall to the suspended chat, 
 " This time, you see, Bottini rules the roast, 
 " Nor can Papa with all his eloquence 350 
 
 " Be reckoned on to help as heretofore ! " 
 Whereat Cinone pouts ; then, sparkishly — 
 " Papa knew better than aggrieve his Pope, 
 " And baulk him of his grudge against our Count, 
 " Else he 'd have argued-off Bottini's " . . what ? 
 " His nose," — the rogue ! well parried of the boy ! 
 He 's long since out of Caesar (eight years old) 
 And as for tripping in Eutropius . . well. 
 Reason the more that we strain every nerve 
 To do him justice, mould a model-mouth, 360 
 
 A Bartolus-cum-Baldo for next age : 
 For that I purse the pieces, work the brain, 
 And want both Gomez and the marriage-case, 
 Success with which shall plaster aught of pate 
 That 's broken in me by Bottini's flail. 
 And bruise his own, belike, that wags and brags. 
 Adverti supplico humiliter 
 Quod, do n't the fungus see, the fop divine 
 That one hand drives two horses, left and right ? 
 With this rein did I rescue from the ditch 370 
 
 The fortune of our Franceschini, keep 
 
xir THE BOOK AND THE RING 495 
 
 ' Unsplashed the credit of a noble House, 
 
 ' And set the fashionable cause of Rome 
 
 ' A-prancing till bystanders shouted " 'ware ! " 
 
 ' The other rein's judicious management 
 
 ' Suffered old Somebody to keep the pace, 
 
 ' Hobblingly play the roadster : who but he 
 
 ' Had his opinion, was not led by the nose 
 
 ' In leash of quibbles strung to look like law ! 
 
 ' You '11 soon see, — when I go to pay devoir 380 
 
 ' And compliment him on confuting me, — 
 
 ' If, by a back-swing of the pendulum, 
 
 ' Grace be not, thick and threefold, consequent ! 
 
 ' " I must decide as I see proper, Don ! 
 
 ' " The Pope, I have my inward lights for guide. 
 
 ' " Had learning been the matter in dispute, 
 
 ' " Could eloquence avail to gainsay fact, 
 
 ' " Yours were the victory, be comforted ! " 
 
 ' Cinuzzo will be gainer by it all. 
 
 ' Quick then with Gomez, hot and hot next case ! ' 
 
 Follows, a letter, takes the other side. 391 
 
 Tall blue-eyed Fisc whose head is capped with cloud. 
 
 Doctor Bottini, — to no matter who, 
 
 Writes on the Monday two days afterward. 
 
 Now shall the honest championship of right, 
 
 Crowned with success, enjoy at last, unblamed, 
 
 Moderate triumph ! Now shall eloquence 
 
 Poured forth in fancied floods for virtue's sake, 
 
 (The print is sorrowfully dyked and dammed, 
 
 But shows where fain the unbridled force would flow. 
 
 Finding a channel) — now shall this refresh 401 
 
 The thirsty donor with a drop or two ! 
 
 Here has been truth at issue with a lie : 
 
 Let who gained truth the day have handsome pride 
 
 In his own prowess ! Eh ? What ails the man ? 
 
 ' Well, it is over, ends as I foresaw : 
 
 ' Easily proved, Pompilia's innocence ! 
 
 ' Catch them entrusting Guido's guilt to me ! 
 
 ' I had, as usual, the plain truth to plead. 
 
 ' I always knew the clearness of the stream 410 
 
 ' Would show the fish so thoroughly, child might prong 
 
 ' The clumsy monster : with no mud to splash, 
 
 ' Small credit to lynx-eye and Hghtning-spear ! 
 
496 THE RING AND THE BOOK xii 
 
 This Gruido, — (much sport he contrived to make, 
 
 Who at first twist, preamble of the cord, 
 
 Turned white, told all, like the poltroon he was !) — 
 
 Finished, as you expect, a penitent, 
 
 Fully confessed his crime, and made amends, 
 
 And, edifying Rome last Saturday, 
 
 Died like a saint, poor devil ! That 's the man 
 
 The gods still give to my antagonist : 421 
 
 Imagine how Arcangeli claps wing. 
 
 And crows ! " Such formidable facts to face, 
 
 " So naked to attack, my client here, 
 
 " And yet I kept a month the Fisc at bay, 
 
 " And in the end had foiled him of the prize 
 
 " By this arch-stroke, this plea of privilege, 
 
 " But that the Pope must gratify his whim, 
 
 " Put in his word, poor old man, — let it pass ! " 
 
 — Such is the cue to which all Rome responds. 430 
 
 What with the plain truth given me to uphold, 
 
 And, should I let truth slip, the Pope at hand 
 
 To pick up, steady her on legs again. 
 
 My office turns a pleasantry indeed ! 
 
 Not that the burly boaster did one jot 
 
 O' the little was to do — young Spreti's work ! 
 
 But for him, — mannikin and dandiprat. 
 
 Mere candle-end and inch of cleverness 
 
 Stuck on Arcangeli's save-all, — but for him 439 
 
 The spruce young Spreti, what is bad were worse ! 
 
 I looked that Rome should have the natural gird 
 
 At advocate with case that proves itself ; 
 
 I knew Arcangeli would grin and brag : 
 
 But what say you to one impertinence 
 
 Might move a man ? That monk, you are to know. 
 
 That barefoot Augustinian whose report 
 
 0' the dying woman's words did detriment 
 
 To my best points it took the freshness from, 
 
 — That meddler preached to purpose yesterday 
 
 At San Lorenzo as a winding-up 450 
 
 O' the shows, have proved a treasure to the church. 
 
 Out comes his sermon smoking from the press : 
 
 Its text — *' Let God be true, and everj^ man 
 
 " A liar " — and its application, this, 
 
 The longest- winded of the paragraphs, 
 
 I straight unstitch, tear out and treat you with : 
 
XII THE BOOK AND THE RING 497 
 
 ' 'T is piping hot and posts through Rome to-day. 
 ' Remember it, as I engage to do ! 
 
 ' But if you rather be disposed to see 
 
 ' In the result of the long trial here, — 460 
 
 ' This dealing doom to guilt and doling praise 
 
 * To innocency, — any proof that truth 
 
 ' May look for vindication from the world, 
 
 ' Much will you have misread the signs, I say. 
 
 ' God, who seems acquiescent in the main 
 
 ' With those who add '' So will He ever sleep " — 
 
 ' Flutters their foolishness from time to time, 
 
 ' Puts forth His right-hand recognizably ; 
 
 * Even as, to fools who deem He needs must right 
 
 ' Wrong on the instant, as if earth were heaven, 470 
 
 ' He wakes remonstrance — "Passive, Lord, how long?" 
 
 ' Because Pompiha's purity prevails, 
 
 ' Conclude you, all truth triumphs in the end 1 
 
 ' So might those old inhabitants of the ark, 
 
 ' Witnessing haply their dove's safe return, 
 
 ' Pronounce there was no danger all the while 
 
 ' 0' the deluge, to the creature's counterparts, 
 
 ' Aught that beat wing i' the world, was white or soft, — 
 
 ' And that the lark, the thrush, the culver too, 
 
 ' Might equally have traversed air, found earth, 480 
 
 ' And brought back olive-branch in unharmed bill. 
 
 ' Methinks I hear the Patriarch's warning voice — 
 
 ' " Though this one breast, by miracle, return, 
 
 ' " No wave rolls by, in all the waste, but bears 
 
 ' " Within it some dead dove-like thing as dear, 
 
 ' " Beauty made blank and harmlessness destroyed ! " 
 
 ' How many chaste and noble sister-fames 
 
 ' Wanted the extricating hand, and lie 
 
 ' Strangled, for one Pompiha proud above 
 
 ' The welter, plucked from the world's calumny, 
 
 ' Stupidity, simplicitj^, — who cares ? 491 
 
 * Romans ! An elder race possessed your land 
 
 ' Long ago, and a false faith lingered still, 
 
 ' As shades do, though the morning-star be out. 
 
 ' Doubtless, some pagan of the twilight-day 
 
 ' Has often pointed to a cavern-mouth, 
 
 ' Obnoxious to beholders, hard by Rome, 
 
 ' And said, — nor he a bad man, no, nor fool,— 
 
498 
 
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 Only a man, so, blind like all his mates, — 
 
 '• Here skulk in safety, lurk, defying law, 500 
 
 " The devotees to execrable creed, 
 
 " Adoring — with what culture . . Jove, avert 
 
 " Thy vengeance from us worshippers of thee ! . . 
 
 " What rites obscene — their idol-god, an Ass 1 " 
 
 So went the word forth, so acceptance found. 
 
 So century re-echoed century, 
 
 Cursed the accursed, — and so, from sire to son, 
 
 You Romans cried " The offscourings of our race 
 
 " Corrupt within the depths there : fitly, fiends 
 
 " Perform a temple-service o'er the dead : 510 
 
 " Child, gather garment round thee, pass nor pry ! " 
 
 So groaned your generations : till the time 
 
 Grew ripe, and lightning hath revealed, belike, — 
 
 Thro' crevice peeped into by curious fear, — 
 
 Some object even fear could recognize 
 
 I' the place of spectres ; on the illumined wall, 
 
 To-wit, some nook, tradition talks about, 
 
 Narrow and short, a corpse's length, no more : 
 
 And by it, in the due receptacle. 
 
 The little rude brown lamp of earthenware, 520 
 
 The cruse, was meant for flowers, but held the blood, 
 
 The rough-scratched palm-branch, and the legend left 
 
 Pro Christo. Then the mystery lay clear : 
 
 The abhorred one was a martyr all the time, 
 
 A saint whereof earth was not worthy. What ? 
 
 Do you continue in the old belief ? 
 
 Where blackness bides unbroke, must devils be ? 
 
 Is it so certain, not another cell 
 
 O' the myriad that make up the catacomb, 
 
 Contains some saint a second flash would show ? 
 
 Will you ascend into the light of day 531 
 
 And, having recognized a martjrr's shrine, 
 
 Go join the votaries that gape around 
 
 Each vulgar god that awes the market-place ? 
 
 Be these the objects of your praising ? See ! 
 
 In the outstretched right hand of Apollo, there. 
 
 Is screened a scorpion : housed amid the folds 
 
 Of Juno's mantle, lo, a cockatrice ! 
 
 Each statue of a god were fitlier styled 
 
 Demon and devil. Glorify no brass 540 
 
 That shines like burnished gold in noonday glare. 
 
 For fools ! Be otherwise instructed, you ! 
 
XII THE BOOK AND THE RING 499 
 
 And preferably ponder, ere ye pass, 
 
 Each incident of this strange human play 
 
 Privily acted on a theatre, 
 
 Was deemed secure from every gaze but God's, — 
 
 Till, of a sudden, earthquake lays wall low 
 
 And lets the world see the wild work inside, 
 
 And how, in petrifaction of surprise, 
 
 The actors stand, — raised arm and planted foot, — 
 
 Mouth as it made, eye as it evidenced, 551 
 
 Despairing shriek, triumphant hate. — transfixed, 
 
 Both he who takes and she who yields the life. 
 
 As ye become spectators of this scene — 
 
 Watch obscuration of a fame pearl-pure 
 
 In vapoury films, en woven circumstance, 
 
 — A soul made weak by its pathetic want 
 
 Of just the first apprenticeship to sin. 
 
 Would thenceforth make the sinning soul secure 
 
 From all foes save itself, that 's truliest foe, — 560 
 
 For egg turned snake needs fear no serpentry, — 
 
 As ye Jbehold this web of circumstance 
 
 Deepen the more for every thrill and three. 
 
 Convulsive effort to disperse the films 
 
 And disenmesh the fame o' the martyr, — mark 
 
 How all those means, the unfriended one pursues, 
 
 To keep the treasure trusted to her breast. 
 
 Each struggle in the flight from death to life. 
 
 How all, by procuration of the powers 
 
 Of darkness, are transformed, — no single ray, 570 
 
 Shot forth to show and save the inmost star. 
 
 But, passed as through hell's prism, proceeding black 
 
 To the world that hates white : as ye w^atch, I say. 
 
 Till dusk and such defacement grow eclipse 
 
 By, — marvellous perversity of man ! — 
 
 The inadequacy and inaptitude 
 
 Of that self -same machine, that very law 
 
 Man vaunts, devised to dissipate the gloom. 
 
 Rescue the drowning orb from calumny, 
 
 — Hear law, appointed to defend the just, 580 
 
 Submit, for best defence, that wickedness 
 
 Was bred of flesh and innate with the bone 
 
 Borne by Pompilia's spirit for a space, 
 
 And no mere chance fault, passionate and brief : 
 
 Finally, when ye find, — after this touch 
 
500 THE RING AND THE BOOK xii 
 
 Of man's protection which intends to mar 
 
 The last pin-point of light and damn the disc, — 
 
 One wave of the hand of God amid the worlds 
 
 Bid vapour vanish, darkness flee away, 
 
 And leave the vexed star culminate in peace 590 
 
 Approachable no more by earthly mist — 
 
 What I call God's hand, — you, perhaps, — this chance 
 
 Of the true instinct of an old good man 
 
 Who happens to hate darkness and love light, — 
 
 In whom too was the eye that saw, not dim, 
 
 The natural force to do the thing he saw, 
 
 Nowise abated, — both by miracle, — 
 
 All this well pondered, — I demand assent 
 
 To the enunciation of my text 
 
 In face of one proof more that " God is true 600 
 
 " And every man a liar " — that who trusts 
 
 To human testimony for a fact 
 
 Gets this sole fact — himself is proved a fool ; 
 
 Man's speech being false, if but by consequence 
 
 That only strength is true ; while man is weak, 
 
 And, since truth seems reserved for heaven not earth, 
 
 Should learn to love what he may speak one day. 
 
 For me, the weary and the worn, who prompt 
 
 To mirth or pity, as I move the mood, — 
 
 A friar who glide unnoticed to the grave, 010 
 
 Bare feet, coarse robe and rope-girt waist of mine, — 
 
 I have long since renounced your world, ye know : 
 
 Yet weigh the worth of worldly prize foregone, 
 
 Disinterestedly judge this and that 
 
 Good ye account good : but God tries the heart. 
 
 Still, if you question me of my content 
 
 At having put each human pleasure by, 
 
 I answer, at the urgency of truth. 
 
 As this world seems, I dare not say I know 
 
 — Apart from Christ's assurance which decides — 
 
 Whether I have not failed to taste some joy. 621 
 
 For many a dream would fain perturb my choice — 
 
 How love, in those the varied shapes, might show 
 
 As glory, or as rapture, or as grace : 
 
 How conversancy with the books that teach, 
 
 The arts that help, — how, to grow great, in fine. 
 
 Rather than simply good, and bring thereby 
 
 Goodness to breathe and live, nor, born i' the brain. 
 
xii THE BOOK AND THE RING 501 
 
 ' Die there, — how these and many another gift 
 
 ' May well be precious though abjured by me. 630 
 
 ' But, for one prize, best meed of mightiest man, 
 
 ' Arch-object of ambition, — earthly praise, 
 
 ' Repute o' the world, the flourish of loud trump, 
 
 ' The softer social fluting, — Oh, for these, 
 
 ' — No, my friends ! Fame, — that bubble which, 
 
 Y»orld-wide 
 ' Each blows and bids his neighbour lend a breath, 
 ' That so he haply may behold thereon 
 ' One more enlarged distorted false fool's-face, 
 ' Until some glassy nothing grown as big 
 ' Send by a touch the imperishable to suds, — 640 
 
 ' No, in renouncing fame, the loss was light, 
 ' Choosing obscurity, the chance was well ! ' 
 
 Didst ever touch such ampollosity 
 
 As the man's own bubble, let alone its spite ? 
 
 What 's his speech for, but just the fame he flouts — 
 
 How he dares reprehend both high and low ? 
 
 Else had he turned the sentence ' God is true 
 
 ' And every man a liar — save the Pope 
 
 ' Happily reigning — my respects to him ! ' 
 
 — So, rounded off the period. Mohnism 650 
 
 Simple and pure ! To what pitch get we next ? 
 
 I find that, for first pleasant consequence, 
 
 Gomez, who had intended to appeal 
 
 From the absurd decision of the Court, 
 
 Declines, though plain enough his privilege, 
 
 To call on help from lawyers any more — 
 
 Resolves the liars may possess the world, 
 
 Till God have had sufficiency of both : 
 
 So may I whistle for my job and fee ! 
 
 But, for this virulent and rabid monk, — 660 
 
 If law be an inadequate machine, 
 
 And advocacy, so much impotence, 
 
 We shall soon see, my blatant brother ! That 's 
 
 Exactly what I hope to show your sort ! 
 
 For, by a veritable joiece of luck. 
 
 True providence, you monks round period with, 
 
 All may be gloriously retrieved. Perpend ! 
 
502 THE RING AND THE BOOK xii 
 
 That Monastery of the Convertites 
 
 Whereto the Court consigned Pompilia first, 
 
 — Observe, if convertite, why, sinner then, 670 
 
 Or where the pertinency of award ? — 
 
 And whither she was late returned to die, 
 
 — Still in their jurisdiction, mark again 1 — 
 
 That thrifty Sisterhood, for perquisite, 
 
 Claims every paul whereof may die possessed 
 
 Each sinner in the circuit of its walls. 
 
 Now, this Pompilia, seeing that by death 
 
 O' the couple, all their wealth devolved on her, 
 
 Straight utilized the respite ere decease 
 
 By regular conveyance of the goods 680 
 
 She thought her own, to will and to devise, — • 
 
 Gave all to friends, Tighetti and the like. 
 
 In trust for him she held her son and heir, 
 
 Gaetano, — trust to end with infancy : 
 
 So willing and devising, since assured 
 
 The justice of the Court would presently 
 
 Confirm her in her rights and exculpate. 
 
 Re-integrate and rehabilitate — 
 
 Station as, through my pleading, now she stands. 
 
 But here 's the capital mistake : the Court 690 
 
 Eound Guido guilty, — but pronounced no word 
 
 About the innocency of his wife : 
 
 I grounded charge on broader base, I hope ! 
 
 No matter whether wife be true or false, 
 
 The husband must not push aside the law, 
 
 And punish of a sudden : that 's the point ! 
 
 Gather from out my speech the contrary ! 
 
 It follows that Pompilia, unrelieved 
 
 By formal sentence from imputed fault, 
 
 Remains unfit to have and to dispose 700 
 
 Of property, which law provides shall lapse : 
 
 Wherefore the Monastery claims its due. 
 
 And whose, pray, whose the office, but the Fisc's ? 
 
 Who but I institute procedure next 
 
 Against the person of dishonest life, 
 
 Pompilia, whom last week I sainted so ? 
 
 I, it is, teach the monk what scripture means, 
 
 And that the tongue should prove a two-edged sword, 
 
 No axe sharp one side, blunt the other way, 
 
 Like what amused the town at Guido 's cost ! 710 
 
 AstrcBa redux I I've a second chance 
 
XII THE BOOK AND THE RING 503 
 
 Before the self -same Court o' the Governor 
 
 Who soon shall see volte-face and chop, change sides ! 
 
 Accordingly, I charge you on your life. 
 
 Send me with all dispatch the judgement late 
 
 O' the Florence Rota Court, confirmative 
 
 O' the prior judgement at Arezzo, clenched 
 
 Again by the Granducal signature, 
 
 Wherein PompiHa is convicted, doomed, 
 
 And only destined to escape through flight 720 
 
 The proper punishment. Send me the piece, — 
 
 I '11 work it ! And this foul-mouthed friar shall find 
 
 His Noah's-dove that brought the olive back, 
 
 Is turned into the other sooty scout, 
 
 The raven, Noah first of all put forth the ark, 
 
 And never came back, but ate carcasses ! 
 
 No adequate machinery in law ? 
 
 No power of life and death i' the learned tongue ? 
 
 Methinks I am already at my speech, 
 
 Startle the world with ' Thou, Pompilia, thus ? 730 
 
 ' How is the fine gold of the Temple dim ! ' 
 
 And so forth. But the courier bids me close. 
 
 And clip away one joke that runs through Rome, 
 
 Side by side with the sermon which I send — 
 
 How like the heartlessness of the old hunks 
 
 Arcangeli ! His Count is hardly cold, 
 
 His client whom his blunders sacrificed. 
 
 When somebody must needs describe the scene — 
 
 How the procession ended at the church 
 
 That boasts the famous relic : quoth our brute, 740 
 
 ' Why, that's just Martial's phrase for "make an end" — 
 
 ' Ad umhilicum sic perventum est I ' 
 
 The callous dog, — let who will cut ofiF head. 
 
 He cuts a joke, and cares no more than so ! 
 
 I think my speech shall modify his mirth : 
 
 ' How is the fine gold dim ! ' — but send the piece ! 
 
 Alack, Bottini, what is my next word 
 
 But death to all that hope ? The Instrument 
 
 Is plain before me, print that ends my Book 
 
 With the definitive verdict of the Court, 750 
 
 Dated September, six months afterward, 
 
 (Such trouble and so long, the old Pope gave !) 
 
504 THE RING AND THE BOOK xii 
 
 ' In restitution of the perfect fame 
 
 ' Of dead Pompilia, quondam Guido's wife, 
 
 ' And warrant to her representative 
 
 ' Domenico Tighetti, barred hereby, 
 
 ' While doing duty in his guardianship, 
 
 ' From all molesting, all disquietude, 
 
 ' Each perturbation and vexation brought 
 
 ' Or threatened to be brought against the heir 760 
 
 ' By the Most Venerable Convent called 
 
 ' Saint Mary Magdalen o' the Convertites 
 
 ' V the Corso.' 
 
 Justice done a second time ! 
 Well judged, Marc Antony, Locum-tenens 
 0' the Governor, a Venturini too ! 
 For which I save thy name, — last of the list ! 
 
 Next year but one, completing his nine years 
 
 Of rule in Rome, died Innocent my Pope 
 
 — By some accounts, on his accession-day. 770 
 
 If he thought doubt would do the next age good, 
 
 'T is pity he died unapprised what birth 
 
 His reign may boast of, be remembered by — 
 
 Terrible Pope, too, of a kind, — Voltaire. 
 
 And so an end of all i' the story. Strain 
 
 Never so much my eyes, I miss the mark 
 
 There lived or died that Gaetano, child 
 
 Of Guido and Pompilia : only find, 
 
 Immediately upon his father's death, 
 
 A record in the annals of the town 780 
 
 That Porzia, sister of our Guido, moved 
 
 The Priors of Arezzo and their head 
 
 Its Gonfalonier to give loyally 
 
 A public attestation to the right 
 
 O' the Franceschini to men's reverence — 
 
 Apparently because of the incident 
 
 O' the murder — there 's no mention made of crime, 
 
 But what else caused such urgenc^^ to cure 
 
 The mob, just then, of chronic greediness 
 
 For scandal, love of lying vanity, 790 
 
 And appetite to swallow crude reports 
 
 That bring annoyance to their betters ? — Bane 
 
 Which, here, was promptly met by antidote. 
 
 I like and shall translate the eloquence 
 
latiijsdeduais &c. vigoredecretlremirTioniscatifaf fa^liblffa^ 
 ftrifs. , & Reuercndifs. D. Anditore SS. perafta Pafchafij, d< 
 quo in aftis&c. relata caufa inCongrcgationc , &de votociiif^ 
 dcmdiciraus , proniinciamus,decIaramus, acdiffinitiadfcntcaii^J^ 
 tiamljsexnouitcrdcduais NON CONSTARE DE DICTO 
 PRitTENSO ADVLTERrO, * proptcrci iMmoriaifleiun- 
 demFrancifcae Pompiliae OMKINO'reftlcueod»nforc,&c(re 
 priftina: famas , «5c exiftimatloni , cumdemqua t).Tighcttum , 
 nomine , quo (iipra , ex ha£tcnus dedu^is abfolueniluill.. jSlU- 
 bcrandumfore, & efTcab omnibus ,&fingulisinquictationi6as, - 
 &itioleftationibus, vexationibus , & perturbationibiw harum 
 occafione illatis , aut inferri comminatis, prom harum ftrre 
 reftituimus , & refpeftjufe abfoluimus , & liberamus , vt (uprJt, (5fc 
 pro fCflituta, & refpcftiu^ abfbluto , (St liberato haberi volut* 
 mus, & mandamus, k proccffum, feii proceffus quofcumq; dcfp^ 
 per fabrjcatum , fcii fabricates clTc abolendurn j feb abolenddl^, 
 prout abolemus , & calTamus, perpetuum filentium cideoi 
 FifcOvj & litis con fortibus imponendo; Si itk Dicimus, pro- 
 nunclamuS) declaramus, ac diftiniuud fententiamus,non (oKtm 
 &c. fed & omni &c. 
 It^ pronunciaui ego Marcus Antoillus Vcnturfnus fibcurotcnens . 
 Lata hac die ip.Augufti 1698. pra)(entibu5 DD.Antonio Bctnar- 
 dlnoPicenos& Antonio Toparino dc CaprarolaTeftibus&c. 
 lllujirijjimo Vrbn Quhernatore m Crlmlnalibm ^Jtue 
 Excellent i^mo *D. yenturim . 
 Citentur infrafcripti ad docendum de Appel)atione,ciufqu€ legitl- 
 maprofequurione primo pro prima ad p. d. Inftante D.Domini. 
 CO Tighetto hsrede beneficiato quondam Francifirar Pompilisc, 
 olim vxorisqu.Guidonis Francirdiini principaU,fiue&c. 
 
 Charitis. 
 D. loannes Maria Serbuccius vti Procurator, & DomJnus liti« ef- 
 
 fe^us diftiqu, Guldonis Francefthini exaduerfij principalis . >', 
 D.FrariHfcus Paraccianusexaducrr(>Procurator Venerabilis Mo* 
 naftdrij, & Monialium SanQa Mariie Magdalenx Conuertit** 
 rum ad'Curlum pro omni &c. 
 
 Fccidomid.c.3i.Augu(li 1698. Molinellus. 
 Die prima Septcmbris \6^%. ReiatiiteJie iafta comparuitR.D. Ale- 
 xander CalFar Procurator Subflitutus Charitatispetijt, &obti- 
 nuit , vt fiipra . 
 
 IllaHriJfimo P^rb'n Qubernatore in Crhmnalibui , Jiue 
 Excellent (Jfi mo •D. V-^nturico . 
 Citentur Infrafcripti ad docendum de appellatione, eiufque kgiti- 
 nia profequutione , a. pro ^. ad p.d. inflante D. Domtnico Ti- 
 ghetto Ha.'rede Beneficiato quondam Francifca: Pompiliae olim 
 vxorJs quondam Guidonis Francefchini principali fmc &c. 
 
 Charitas. 
 
 THE INSTRUMENT OF FINAL JUDGEMENT 
 
XII THE BOOK AND THE RING 505 
 
 Of nearly the worst Latin ever writ : 
 
 * Since antique time whereof the memory 
 
 ' Holds the beginning, to this present hour, 
 
 ' Our Franceschini ever shone, and shine, 
 
 ' Still i' the primary rank, supreme amid 
 
 ' The lustres of Arezzo, proud to own 800 
 
 ' In this great family — her flag-fcearer, 
 
 ' Guide of her steps and guardian against fee, — 
 
 ' As in the first beginning, so to-day ! ' 
 
 There, would you disbelieve stern History, 
 
 Trust rather to the babble of a bard ? 
 
 I thought, Arezzo, thou hadst fitter souls, 
 
 Petrarch, — nay, Buonarroti at a pinch. 
 
 To do thee credit as vexillifer ! 
 
 Was it mere mirth the Patavinian meant. 
 
 Making thee out, in his veracious page, 810 
 
 Founded by Janus of the Double Face ? 
 
 Well, proving of such perfect parentage. 
 
 Our Gaetano, born of love and hate. 
 
 Did the babe live or die ? — one fain would find ! 
 
 What were his fancies if he grew a man ? 
 
 Was he proud, — a true scion of the stock, — 
 
 Of bearing blazon, shall make bright my Book — 
 
 Shield, Azure, on a Triple Mountain, Or, 
 
 A Palm-tree, Proper, whereunto is tied 
 
 A Greyhound, Rampant, striving in the slips ? 820 
 
 Or did he love his mother, the base-born, 
 
 And fight i' the ranks, unnoticed by the world ? 
 
 Such, then, the final state o' the story. So 
 
 Did the Star Wormwood in a blazing fall 
 
 Frighten awhile the waters and lie lost : 
 
 So did this old wee fade from memory. 
 
 Till after, in the fulness of the days, 
 
 I needs must find an ember yet unquenched. 
 
 And, breathing, blow the spark to flame. It fives, 
 
 If precious be the soul of man to man. 8 
 
 So, British Public, who may like me yet, 
 (Marry and amen !) learn one lesson hence 
 Of many which whatever fives should teach : 
 This lesson, that our human speech is naught, 
 Our human testimony false, our fame 
 And human estimation words and wind. 
 
 50 
 
506 THE RING AND THE BOOK xii 
 
 Why take the artistic way to prove so much ? 
 
 Because, it is the glory and good of Art, 
 
 That Art remains the one way possible 
 
 Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine, at loast. 
 
 How look a brother in the face and say 841 
 
 ' Thy right is wrong, eyes hast thou yet art blind, 
 
 ' Thine ears are stuffed and stopped, despite their 
 
 length, 
 ' And, oh, the foolishness thou countest faith ! ' 
 Say this as silverly as tongue can troll — 
 The anger of the man may be endured, 
 The shrug, the disappointed eyes of him 
 Are not so bad to bear — ^but here 's the plague 
 That all this trouble comes of telling truth, 
 Which truth, by when it reaches him, looks false, 
 Seems to be just the thing it would supplant, 851 
 
 Nor recognizable by whom it left — 
 While falsehood would have done the work of truth. 
 But Art, — wherein man nowise speaks to men. 
 Only to mankind, — Art may tell a truth 
 Obliquely, do the thing shall breed the thought. 
 Nor wrong, the thought, missing the mediate word. 
 Fat H'^ '' >-^% So may you paint your picture, twice show truth, 
 Beyond mere imagery on the wall, — 
 
 husic^ So, note by note, bring music from your mind, 860 
 Deeper than ever the Andante dived, — 
 
 j^fci r y So write a book shall mean, beyond the facts. 
 Suffice the eye and save the soul beside. 
 
 And save the soul ! If this intent save mine, — 
 If the rough ore be rounded to a ring. 
 Render all duty which good ring should do. 
 And, failing grace, succeed in guardianship, — 
 Might mine but lie outside thine. Lyric Love, 
 Thy rare gold ring of verse (the poet praised) 
 Linking our England to his Italy ! 870 
 
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