iii' Miiil La^\ THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES IN MEMORY OF Helen Clinton PRESENTED BY Kathryn and Edna Greiner FIKMILIAN THE STUDENT OF BADAJOZ " SPASMODIC " TRAGEDY BY T. PF.RCY JONES \00. } - ^ REDFIELD no & 112 NASSAU STREET, NEW YORK 1855 fR PREFACE. As several passages of the following P<:)cm have appeared in the pages of periodicals, I consider it an act of justice to myself to lay the whole before the public. 1 am not at all deterred by the fear of hostile criticism — I be- lieve that no really good thing was ever injured by criticism ; and, so far from entertaining an angry feeling towards the gentlemen wlio have noticed my work, I thank them for having brought me forward. 81.39S1 IV PREFACE. It is a common practice, now-a-days, for poets to appeal to the tender mercies of the public, by issuing prefaces in which they acknowledge, in as many words, the weakness and poverty of their vei"se. If the acknowledgment is sincere, iiow can they expect the public to sliow them any favor? If it is a mere hypocritical affec- tation, it were better omitted. And the practice is unwise as it is absurd. AVhat would we think of the manufacturer who should entreat us to buy his goods, because they were of an inferior kind, or of the tradesman who should deliber- ately announce that his stock was of a poor (quality? For my part, if I conscientiously be- lieved that my poetrv was not worthy of ad- miration, I never would commit the impertinence of asking any one to read it. There has been, of late, much senseless talk r K E !• A C E . V about " schools of poetry ;" and it litis been said, on the strength of the internal evidence afforded by some passages in my play, that I have joined the ranks, and uphold the tenets, of those who belong to " the Spasmodic School." I deny the allegation altogether. I belong to no school, except that of nature ; and I acknowledge the authority of no living master. But, lest it should be thought that I stand in terror of a nick-name — the general bugbear to young authors — I have deliberately adopted tlie title of " Spasmodic, and have applied it in the title-page to my tragedy. It is my firm opinion that all high poetry is and must be spasmodic. Remove that element from Lear — from Othello — from Mac- beth — from any of the great works which refer to the conflict of the passions — and what would be the residue i A mere cajjut murtimiii. I ?5 VI r u !•; F A c !•:. ditier t'ruiii those who regard vei'se tiiul poetry as being one and the same thing; or who look upon a collection of glitteruig conceitt^. and upprojjriate similes as the highest proof ui' poet- ical accom])lishment. The olHce of poetiT is to exhibit the passions in that state of excitement which distinguishes one from the other ; and. until a dramatic author has learned this secret, all the fine writing in the woi'ld will a\'ail hiui nothing. Cato is perhaps the best-written tra- gedy in the English language ; and yet, what man in his senses would dream of reading Cato twice ? 1 have been accused of extravagance, princi- pally, I presume, on account of the moral obli- quity of the character of Finuilian. To that 1 reply, that the moral of a play does not depend upon the morals of any one character depicteti PREFACE, Vll in it ; and tluit many of the characters drawn by the magic pencil of Shakespeare are shaded as deep, or even deeper, than Firmilian. Set In'ui beside lago, Richard III., or the two Macbeths, and I venture to say that he Avill not look dark in comparison. Consider cai-efnlly the character of Hamlet, and you mmU find that he is very nearly as selfish as Firmilian. Hamlet is said to shado"w forth '• Constitutional Irresolution ;"' — my object in Firmilian has been to typify "Intel- lect without Principle." If the extravagance is held to lie in the con- ception and handling of my subject, then I assert fearlessly that the same charge may be preferred with greater reason against Goethe's masterpiece, the Faust. I have not considered it necessary to evoke the Devil in my pages — I have not introduced the reader to the low buftboneries of VIU PREFACE. Auerbacli's cellar, or to the Witch with her hybrid apes — nor have I indulged in the weird revelries and phantasmagoria of the Brocken. I do not presume to blame Goethe for liis use of such material, any more than I should think of impugning Shakespeare for the Ghost in Ilmnlet^ or the Witches in Maeheth. 1 merely wish to show that the " utter extravagance " vvhich some writers aftcct to have discovered in my play, is traceable only to their own defects in high ima- ginative development. If I am told that tlie cliaracter of Firmilian is not only extravagant, but utterly without a j)arallel in nature, 1 shall request my critic to revise his opinion after he has perused the histo- ries of Madame de Brinvilliers and the Borgias. I am perfectly aware that this poem is un- equal, and that some passages of it are inferior, PRKFACE. ix in interest to others. Such was my object, for I am convinced that there can be no beauty without breaks and undulation. I am not arrogant enough to assert that this is the finest poem which the age has j^roduced ; but I shall feel very much obliged to any gentleman who can make me acquainted with a better. T. PERCY JONES. Steeatham, July, 1854. y , yx^tU-i-n- DRAMATIS PERSONyE. i FiKMiLiAX, 2'Ae Student of Badajoz. i. Haverillo, a Poet. S Alphonzo D'Aguilar, \ f Students and Friends of U Garcia Peeez, V ^ \ Finnilian. ^ Alonzo Oliv-uiez, ) ' , Chief Inquisitor. *^ An Old Inquisitor. Balthaz^vr, ^ ^ Familiars of the Inquisition. ; Gil of Santillaxe, ) NicoDEMUS, Firmilian's Servant. Priest of St. Nicholas. A Graduate. Two Gentlemen of Badajoz. Confessor. Fabian, Steward to the Countess D'Aguilar. , Apollodorus, o 6V27/C. »*) Sancho, a Costermonger. { \ The Countess D'Aguilar. \ ^ Mariana. %- Lilian. \ji Indiana. The Scene of the Play is Badajoz and its neighborhood. FIRMILIAN SCENE I. FiKMiLiAN in his study reading. Three hours of study — and what gain thereby ? My brain is reeling to attach the sense Of what I read, as a drunk mariner Who, stumbling o'er the bulwark, makes a clutch At the wild incongruity of ropes. And topples into mud ! Good Aristotle ! Forgive me if I lay thee lienceforth by. 14 F I K M I I. I A X . And seek some other teacher. Thou hast been, For many hundred years, the Lane and curse Of all the budding intellect of man. Thine earliest pupil, iVlexander — he The most impulsive and tumultuous sprite That ever sjourned old systems at the Iieel, And dashed the dust of action in the eyes Of the slow porers over antique shards — Held thee, at twenty, an especial fool. And why ? The grand God-impulse in his heart That drove him over the oblique domain Of Asia and her kingdoms, and that urged His meteor leap at Poms' giant throat — •Or the sul)lime illnsion of the sense Which gave t<» Thais that tremendous torch AVhence whole Persepolis was set on tire — 'Was never kindled snrcly Ity such trash As I, this night, have heaped upon my brain ! ik-nce, vile impostor! [Flitu/K away the hook. f I li M I I. 1 A N . 15 Who shall take his place ? What hoarj dotard of antiquity Shall I invite to dip his clumsy foot Within the limpid fountain of my mind, And stamp it into foulness ? Let me see — Following Salerno's doctrine, human lore Divides itself into three faculties. The Eden rivers of tiie intellect. There's Law, Theology, and Medicine, And all bevond their course is barren o-round. So say the Academics ; and they're right. If learning's to be measured by its gains. The lawyer speaks no word without a fee — The Priest demands his tithes, and will not sing A gratis mass to help his brother's soul. The purgatorial key is made of gold : None else will fit the wards ; — and for the Doctor, The good kind man who lingers by your couch, Compounds you pills and potions, feels your pulse, And takes especial notio(» of vour tongue. 16 FT R M I I. I A N, If yon allow him once to leave the room Without the proper greasing of his palm, Look out for Azrael ! So, then, these three ]\[aintain the sole possession of the schools , Whilst, out of doors, amidst the sleet and rain. Thin-garbed Philosophy sits shivering down, And shares a mouldy crust with Poetry ! And shall I then take Celsus for my guide, Confound my brain witli dull Justinian's tomes, Or stir the dust that lies o'er Augustine ? Not I, in faith ! I've leaped into the air, And clove my way through etlier, like a bird That Hits beneath the glimpses of the moon, Kiglit eastward, till 1 lighted at the foot Of holy Helicon, and drank my till At the clear spout of Aganippe's stream. Pve rolled my limbs in ecstasy along The self-same turf <>n which old Homer lay FI KM I L I AN . 17 That night he dreamed of Helen and of Troy : And I have heard, at midnight, the sweet strains Come quiring from the hill-top, where, enshrined In the rich foldings of a silver cloud. The ]\Iuses sang Apollo into sleep. Then came the voice of universal Pan, The dread earth-whisper, booming in mine ear — " Eise up, Firmilian — rise in might !" it said ; " Great youth, baptized to song ! Be it thy task, Out of the jarring discords of the world, To recreate stupendous harmonies More grand in diapason than the roll Among .the mountains of the thunder-psalm! Be thou no slave of passion. Let not love, Pity, remorse, nor any other thrill That sways the actions of ungifted men, AflFect thy course. Live for thyself alone. Let appetite thy ready handmaid be, And pluck all fruitage from the tree of life, Be it forbidden or no. ll' any comes 18 !■• 1 K M ILIA i\ . Between tliee and the purpose of thy l^ent, Launch tliou the arrow from the string of might Right to the bosom of the iuijuous wretch, And let it quiver there ! .Be great in guilt I If, like Busiris, thou canst rack the heart, Spare it no pang. So shalt thou be })re[»ared To make thy song a tempest, and to sliake The earth to its fnmidation — Go tliy way !" I woke, anil found myself in iKulajo/. But from that day, with tVantie might, Tve striven To give due utterance to the awful shrieks Of him who first imlnied his hand in gore, - To paint the mental spasms that tortured Cain ! How have I done it^ Feebly. \Vhat we write Must be the reflex of the thing we know ; For who can limn the morning, if his eyes Have never looked u])on Aurora's face? Or who describe the cadence of the sea. Whose ears were never open to the waves Or the shrill winding of the Triton's horn? V I K M I I, I A N , 19 What do I know as yet of lioiiiicide ? Nothing. Fool — fool ! to lose thy precious time In dreaming of what wi«?/ be, when an act Easy to plan, and easier to effect, Can teach thee every thing ! What — craven mind — Shrink'st thou from doing, lor a noble aim, W^hat, every hour, some villain, wretch or slave Dares for a purse of gold i It is resolved — I'll ope the lattice of some mortal cage, And let the soul go free ! A draught of wine ! {Drinks.) Ha ! this revives me I IIow the noct;ir thrills Like joy through all my frame I There's not a god In the Pantheon that can rival thee. Thou purple-lipped Ly^eus ! And thou'rt strong As thou art bounteous. Were I Ganymede, To stand beside the pitchers at the feast Of the Olympian revel, and to give The foaming cups to Hebe — how I'd laugh To see thee trip up iron Vulcan's heels, 20 y I ^ ^^ I L I A X . Prostrate old Neptune, and fling bullying Mars, With all his weight of armor on his back, Down with a clatter on the heavenly floor ! Not Jove himself dare risk a fall with thee, Lord of the panthers ! Lo, I drink again. And the high purpose of my suul grows firm, As the sweet venom circles in my veins — It is resolved ! Come, then, mysterious Guilt, Thou raven-mother, come — and fill my cup With thy black beverage ! I am sworn to thee, And will not falter ! But the victim? That Requires a pause of thought — I must begin With some one dear to me, or else the deed Would lose its flavor and its poignancy. Now, let me see. There's Lilian, pretty maid — The tender, blushing, yielding Lilian- She loves me but too well. What if I saved Ilcr young existence fmni all future throes, F I R M I I. I A N . 21 And laid her pallid on an early bier ? Why, that were raercj both to her and me, Not ruthless sacrifice. And, more than this, She hath an uncle an Inquisitor, Who might be tempted to make curious quest About the final ailments of his niece. Therefore, dear Lilian, live ! I harm thee not. There's Mariana, she, mine own betrothed. The blooming mistress of the moated grange, She loves me well — but we're not married yet. It will be time enough to think of her After her lands are mine ; therefore, ni}' own. My sweet affianced, sleep thou on in peace, Nor dream of ruffian wrong. Then there's another. That full-blown beauty of Abassin blood Whose orient charms are madness ! Shall she die ? Why, no — not now at least. 'Tis but a week Since, at the lonely cottage in the wood. My eyes first rested on that Queen of Ind ! O, she of Sheba was an uoly aj>e 22 K I K M 1 I. I A N . Coiiipared with Indiana ! — Let her pass. There's Haverillo, mine especial friend — A better creature never framed a verse By dint of finger-scanning-; yet he's deemed A proper poet by the gaping fools Who know not nie ! I love him ; for he's kind, 7\.nd very credulous. To send him hence Would be advancement to a higher sphere — A gain to him, no loss to poetry. I think that he's the man : yet, liold awiiile — • JlSo rashness in this nuittor I lie hath got Acknowledgments of mine witliiu his desk For certain sums of money — paltry dross Which 'tis my way to spurii. I've found him still A most convenient creditor: ho asks No instant payment for his fond advance, Nor yet is clamorous for tlie usulVuct. How if, he being dead, some sordid slave, Brother or cousin; who might heir his wealth, Slmuld ('haiicc to stiiiuhlc on those bonds of min(\ 1' 1 1; M I 1. IAN, 23 And sue me for the debt ? Tliat were enouo-li To break the wanton wings of Pegasus, And bind him to a stall ! Nor have I yet Exhausted half his means ; it may be soon I shall require more counters, and from him I may depend upon a iVesh supply. A right good fellow is this Haverillo — A mine, a storehouse, and a treasury, My El-Dorado and my Mexico — Then let him live and thrive ! Are there no more ? O, yes ! There's Garcia Perez — he's my friend, And ever*stood above me in the schools. And there's that young Alphonzo D'Aguilar, Proud of his Countship and Castilian blood, He hath vouchsafed me notice, and I love him. And there's Alonzo Olivarez, too, That mould of Hercules,. — he's near of kin To Mariana, and his wealth accrues Solely to her. I love iiini like a brother. 24 r I u M I 1. 1 A N . Be these my choice. I sup with them to-morow. Come down, okl Raymond Liilly, from the shelf, Thou quaint discourse!* uj^on pharmacy. Did not Lucretia — not the frigid dame Who discomposed young Tarquin in her bower, ]3ut the complete and libei-al Borgia- Consult thy pages for a sedative? Ay — liere it is ! Tn twent}^ minutes, death ; The compound tasteless, and beyond the skill Of any earthly leech to recognize. Thanks, Raymond, thanks ! How looks the night ? Thou moon. That in thy perfect and pci-ennial course Wanderest at will across the fields of heaven — Thou argent beauty, meditativ^e orb. That spiest out the secrets of the earth In the still liours when guilt and murder walk — To what far region takest thou thy way ? Not Latmos now allures thee, for the time When boy Endymion stretclied his tender limbs F I K M I L I A N . 25 Within the coverture of Dian's bower, Hath melted into fable. Wilt thoii pass To Ej)hesus, thy city, glorious once. But now dust-humbled ; and, for ancient love. Make bright its ruined shafts, and weed-grown walls. With molten silver? Or invite thee more The still witch-haunted plains of Thessaly, Where, o'er the bones of the Pharsalian dead. Amidst the gibbering of the Lemures, Grim women mutter spells, and pale thy face With monstrous incantation ? Wliat ! already Shrink'st thou behind the curtain of a cloud E'en at my looking ? Tlien I know indeed My destiny is sure ! For I was born To make thee and thine astral brethren quake, And I will do it ! Glide thou on thy way — I will to rest — best slumber while I may ! 26 F I R M I L I A N SCENE II. An Ajpmtment. Mariana and IIaverillo. HAVERILLO. You need not fear him, cousin ; for I'm sure His heart's in the riglit place. He's wayward, doubtless, And very often unintelligible, But that is held to be a virtue now. Critics and poets both (save I, who cling To older canons) have discarded sense. And meaning's at a discount. Our young spirits, Who call themselves the masters of the age. Are either robed in philosophic mist, And, with an air of grand profundity. Talk metaphysics — which, sweet cousin, means Nothing but aimless jargon — or they come Before us in the broad bombastic vein, FIRMILIAN. 27 "With spasms, and throes, and transcendental flights. And heap hyperbole on metaphor : [harm ; "Well ! Heaven be with them, for they do small And I no more would grudge them their career Than I would quarrel with a wanton horse That rolls, on Sundays, in a clover-field. Depend upon it, ere two years are gone, Firmilian will be wiser. MARIANA. Yet you leave The point on which my soul is racked untouched. Men read not women's characters aright, Nor women men's. But I have heard this said, That woman holds by duty — man by honor. If that be true, what think you of your friend ? HAVEEILLO. "Why — ^honor is at best a curious thing. A very honorable man will drive 28 F I K M I L I A N . His sword into the bosom of a friend For having challeni^cd some oblique remark, Yet will not stand on honor when the road Lies open for him to his neighbor's wife. Your honorable man cheats not at cards, But he will ruin tradesmen, and will sign A vast abundance of superfluous bills Without the means to pay them. Honor I humph! No doubt Firniilian is honorable. MARIANA. Ay, cousin ; bnt there's something more than that. Honor in love — How say you ? Do you think That yon can stand the sponsor for yonr friend? nAVERILLO. 1 never was a sponsor in my life. And won't be now. My pretty Mariana, You should have thought of all such toys as these Ere the betrothal. You have given your word, F I R M I L I A N . 29 And cannot well withdraw. And, for your comfort, You must remember what Firmilian is — A Poet. He is privileged to sing A thousand ditties to a thousand maids. Ten Muses waited at Apollo's beck — Our modern poets are more amorous, And far exceed the count of Solomon ; But 'tis mere fancy ; inspiration all ; Pure worthless rhyming. — Soft you : hero he comes. Enter Firmilian. FIRMILIAN. joy ! to see the partner of my thought Together with the partner of my soul ! Dear Haverillo ! pardon if before 1 join the pressure of my palm with youi-s, I lay this tribute on my lady's hand. HAVERILLO. Well, we'll not fight about precedency. 30 riRMILIAN. And you have come ia time. My cousin here "Was pressing me too liard. FIRMILIiLN. Upon what point ? HAVEKTLLO. Why, faith, to tell the truth— for I could never Summon a lie to meet an exigence — Nay, frown not, cousin !— She's inquisitive About what men call honor. I have done My utmost to explain it. FIRMILIAN. I am glad, Dear Mariana, that you laid your doubt Before so wise a judge. Not Badajoz, Nor Spain, nor Europe, doth contain a man So stainless in his mind as Ilaverillo ; And you shall pardon me for saying this FIRMILIAN. 31 Before your face, for I've especial reason. You've been to me a true and constant friend. When I had need of money ('tis no shame In a poor student to acknowledge this) — You have supplied me ; and I come to-day To thank you and repay you. My old uncle, The Dean of Salamanca, has expired Quite full of years and honors, and has left To me, his nephew, all his worldly goods, Which are, to say the least, considerable. Therefore, dear Haverillo, let us meet- Yet not to-day — because some time must pass Ere I receive the hoards— they say, enormous — Of that quiescent pillar of the Church — But at the very speediest point of time I can select, that I may show my friend What love I bear him for his trust in me. HAVERILLO. You hear him, Mariana ? Dear Firmilian ! 32 r I R M I L I A N . I'm prouder of thy love tliau if I were The king of Ormus ! So your uncle's clead\ Go you to Salamanca speedily ? FIRMILIAN. Il' I am summoned, and they send me funds, I cannot choose but go — nut otherwise. 'Faith, this bequest comes at a lucky time, For my last ducat slumbers in my purse "Without a coin to keep it company. HAVKKILLO. Be that no hindrance. Here are eighty ducats — TaliC them. Nay, man; is't kindly to refuse? AVliat a friend proffers, that a friend sliould take Without compulsion. 'Tis a petty loan To be repaid at your convenience — You'll vex me otherwise. FIKMILIAN. 33 FIEMILIAJ^. I'd rather dash My hand, like Scsevola, into the flame, Than vex my Haverillo ! O dear heaven ; If those who rail at human nature knew How many kindly deeds each hour brings forth — How man by man is cherished and sustained — They'd leave their carping. I will take your offer, And hail it as the earliest drop of wealth. So soon to ripen to a glorious shower. What says my Mariana ? MARIANA. That she loves you More for your yielding to your friend's desire, Than if you held by pride. HAVEKILLO. Well put, sweet cousin ! 34 FIRMILIAN. But, dear Firmilian, what liatli clianced of late, To make you sucli a hermit ? You were once Gay as the lark, and jocund as the bee ; First in good-fellowship, and ever prone To wing occasion with a merry jest. Now you arc grave and moody, and there hangs A cloud of mystery about your brow ; You look like one that wrestles with a thought And cannot fling it down. Is't poetry Hath brought you to this pass ? How come you on With your intended tragedy on Cain? FIRMILIAN. O, that's abandoned quite ! Tlie subject was Too gloomy for my handling ; and perhaps, Out of absorption of my intellect. It threw a shade on my behavior. Henceforward I'll be genial — take my place With the large-hearted men who love their kind FIRMILIAN. 35 (Whereof there seems a vast abundance now), And follow your example. HAVERILLO. Well said, boy ! Anacreon crowned his hoary locks with flowers. Blithe-hearted Horace chirped amidst his cups, Tlien why not we ? Eight glad am I to find You've done with dismals. Here's a little thing, now, I wrote the other day, on love and wine, Quite germain to the matter. Will you hear it ? FIRMILIAN. I would not listen to Apollo's lute With greater rapture. But my time is brief — I had a word to say to Mariana. HAVERILLO. I understand. You want to speak of love 36 F I R Jil I I, I A N . Ill the first person ? 'Faith I was a fool Not sooner to perceive it ! Fare you well — Some other time, be sure, I'll claim your ear. lExit. MARIANA. my dear- love, what trouble rends your lieart? A loving eye hatli instinct in its glance, And mine discerns in yours a deeper weight Than yon light-hearted creature could perceive. Wliat ails my own Firuiilian ? FlKMILIAN. Mariana — 1 think you love me? MAlilANA. Cruel ! Can you ask Tbat question of me now ? Three niontiis ago, l)cside the gentle (luadiana's stream, F I K M I L I A N . 37 You casked it in a whisper, and I gave No cold response. FIRMILIAN. Three months, my Mariana, Are somewhat in a lifetime, and may give Large opportunity for altered thoughts. Three hours may change a sinner to a saint — Three days a friend into an enemy — Three weeks a virgin to a courtesan — Three months a conqueror to a fugitive. I say not this in challenge of your love, But as a fixed eternal law of time That cannot be gainsayed. I know you loved me, When, by the gentle Guadiana's stream. We interchanged our troth. MARIANA. And what hath chanced Since then to make vou doubt me ? Have a care 38 F I R M I L I A N . Of what you say, Firmilian ! Women's hearts Are tender and impressible as wax, But underneath there lies a solid fold Of pride. You'd best be cautious ! FIRMILIAIT. Lo you now — She makes me an accuser ! Mariana I My own, my beautiful — I'd rather doubt The lustre of the star Aldebaran Than the firm faith of thine unbiassed soul. But I have enemies. It is the fate Of genius that it cannot spread its wings. And soar triumphant to the welcoming clouds, Without a hateful cawing from the crows. Mark me ! I am not quite as other men ; My aims are higher, more resolved than theirs. And therefore they detest me. There's no shaft Within the power of calumny to loose Which is not bent at me. I am not blind FIRMILIAN. 39 With soaring near the sun. I know full well That envious men have termed me libertine — And, from the frank out-welling of my mind (Which never flowed from impulse save to thee), Have done me fearful wrong. And this it is That racks my being. There's your kinsman now, Alonzo Olivarez — he makes free, I'm told, with my fair fame. MARIANA. You need not fear him. Surely you know Alonzo. FIRMILIAN. Yes. I know him As a strong fool, who, in his roystering cups. Does far more mischief than the veriest knave Whose power of satire makes his words suspect. There's no such libeller as your arrant ass ! Men know he can't invent ; and what he says 40 F I R M I L I A N . Gains credit from his sheer stupidity. Hath he not talked of me ? MARIANA. Indeed he has ; But what he said escaped me. FIRMILIAN. Then I'm right ! He's Garcia's mouthpiece ; and I know the man That sets them on— Alphonzo D'Aguilar — Who swears you loved him once. MARIANA. If he does so, He's an unmeasured vilhiin ! What — Alphonzo ? Had I ne'er seen thy face, Firmilian, And did my choice lie 'twixt a muleteer And that stiff scion of Castilian blood, F I R M I L I A N . 41 I'd wed the peasant ! Do yon tell me this ? O, now I understand their treachery ! FIKMILIAN. And therefore solely have I tried thee thus. Dear Mariana, weep not ! I perceive What hath been done. Tis an accursed world, Wherein bright things have little leave to shine Without the sullying of some envious hand. Henceforth be thou and I sole witnesses Against each other. Let us shut the door To all the outward blasts of calumny, And live by mutual trusting. Dry your tears ! Or, if you will, weep on, and I shall count For every pearly drop with D'Aguilar, Making him pay the ransom with his blood. O that a caitiff's slander should have power To rack thee thus ! 42 F I R M I L I A N . / MAIIIANA. 'Tis gone — the storm has past. 'Twas but a bitter hail-sbower, and the sun Laughs out again within the tranquil blue. Henceforth, Firmilian, thou art safe with me. If all the M'orld consi^ired to do thee wrong, And heap its ugly slanders on thy head — Yea, though an angel should denounce my love, I would not listen. From thy lips alone I'll hear confession. FIRMILIAN. And the penance, sweet — Make it no more than this. O balmy breath ! \Tlie scene closes. FIRMILIAN. 43 SCENE III. A Tavern. Alphonzo D'Aguilae, Gaecia Pekez, Alonzo Olivarez, and Fiemllian. PEEEZ. You take it far too hotly, D'Aguilar — All men are fanciful in love, and beauty- Is as abundant as the open air In every region of this bounteous world. You stand for Spanish beauty— what's your type ? Dark hair, vermilion lips, an olive tint, A stately carriage, and a flashing eye, Go northward : there's your Dutchman — he prefers Blonde tresses, dove-like glances and a form Of most enticing plumpness. Then the Dane Is all for red and blue ; the brighter color Pertaining chiefly to the lady's hair, ii F I R r.I I L I A N . The duller to her eyes. For my own part, I love variety. d'aquilah. And so do I, Within its proper bounds. No grander show Could poet fancy in his wildest dreams, Than a great tournament of Europe's knights, The free, the strong, the noble, and the brave, Splintering their lances in a guarded list, Beneath a balcony of Europe's dames. Oh, could I sound a trump and bring them here. In one vast troop of valor and renown ! The gay, light-hearted chivalry of France, Tlie doughty English, and the hard}' Scot, The swart Italian, and the ponderous Swede, With those who dwell besidt) the castled Rhino. Nor they alone, but witli them all the flowers That send their odor over Christendom — The fair and blushinji: bcauticf^ of the lands FIKMILIAN. 45 From the far Baltic to our inland sea. By him of Compostella ! 'twere a field "Wherein a noble might be proud to die. FIRMILIAN. I am not noble, and I'd rather die At peace in my own bed. But, D'Aguilar, — Are you not too exclusive ? I have read — • For I have been a student of romance, And pored upon the tomes of chivalry — How ere the days of mighty Charlemagne The South did glorious battle with the North, And Afric's atabals were heard to clang 'Among the thickets by the turbid Seine. Yea, I have heard of knights of old descent, Cross-hilted warriors, Paladins indeed, "Who would have bartered all tlie boasted charms Of Europe's beauties, for one kindly glance Shot from the eyelids of a Paynim maid. 46 firmilian. d'aguilar. Firmilian, thou blasphemest ! Never knight To whom the stroke of chivahy was given, Could stoop to such an utter infamy ! FIEMILIAN. Your pardon, Count ! When English Richard bore Upon his bosom the Crusader's sign, And fought in Palestine, he laid his sword Upon the shoulder of a Moslem chief And dubbed him, knight. d'aguilar. The greater villain he ! I've heard of that same Richard as a most Malignant child of Luther. firmilian. Have you so ? F I K M 1 L I A N . 47 Nay, then, cAronology must do him wrong : But that's no matter. Then you would exchide All beauty from that tournament of yours Which did not appertain to Christendom ? d'aguilae. Doubt you the answer of a Christian peer, Within whose veins the blood of old Castile, Undimmed by peasant or mechanic mud, Flows bright as ruby ? Yes, what mean you. Sir, By asking such a question ? PEBEZ. Soft you now ! ThesB's no oifence. Let's hear Firmilian. FIEMILIAN. I knew a poet once ; and he was young. And intermingled with such fierce desires As made pale Eros veil his face with grief, 48 F I R M I L I A N . And caused his lustier brother to rejoice. He was as amorous as a crocodile In the spring season, when the Memphian bank, Receiving substance from the glaring sun, Resolves itself from mud into a shore. And — as the scaly creature wallowing there, In its hot fits of passion, belches forth The steam from out its nostrils, half in love, And half in grim defiance of its kind ; Trusting that cither, from the reedv fen. Some reptile-virgin coyly may appear, Or that the hoary Sultan of the Nile May make tremendous challenge Avith his jaws, And, like ]\[ark Anthony, assert his right To all the Cleopatras of the ooze — So fared it with the poet that I knew. He had a soul beyond the vulgar reach, Sun rii)Cuod swarthy. He was not the fool To pluck the feeble lily from its siiade F I K M I L I A N . 4:9 When the black hyacinth stood in fragrance by. The lady of his love was dusk as Ind, Her lips as plenteous as the Sphinx's arc, And her short hair crisp with Numidian curl. She was a negress. You have heard the strains That Dante, Petrarch, and such puling fools As loved the daughters of cold Japhet's race, Have lavished idly on their icicles. As snow melts snow, so their unhasty fall Fell chill and barren on a pulseless heart. But, would you know what noontide ardor is, Or in what mood the lion, in the waste. All fever-maddened, and intent on cubs, At the oasis waits the lioness — That shall you gather from the fiery song Which that young poet framed, before he dared Invade the vastness of his lady's lips. d'aguilak. Spawn of Mahmoud ! woukFst thou pollute mine ears 3 50 I"- I K M I L I A N . With tliy lewd ditties? There ! {Strikes him.) Thou hast the hand For once, of a true noble, on thy cheek ; • And what the hand has done, it will defend. PEREZ. This is too much ! Nay, D'Aguilar, you're wrong ! Alonzo Olivarez — rouse, thee, man ! Lay down the wine-pot for a moment's space. There's a brawl here ! OLIVAREZ. I wish you fellows would keep quiet, and not inter- rupt drinking. It is a very disagreeable thing for a sober man to be disturbed over his liquor. I sup- pose you are quite aware that I can throw the whole of you over the window in a minute. My opinion is that you are a couple of bloody fools. I don't know what you are quarrelling about, but I won't stand auv nonsense. FIKMILIAN. 51 FIRMILIAN. You struck me, sir ? d'aguilak. I did. FIRMILIAN. And you're aware, Of course, of what the consequence must be, Unless you tender an apology ? d'aguilak. Of course I am. FIRMILIAN. Madman ! wouldst thou provoke The slide o' the avalanche ? 62 firmilian. d'aguilar. I wait its fall In perfect calmness. FIRMILIAN. O thou rash younp; lord ! Beware in time ! A liurricane of wratli Is raging in my soul — If it burst fortli, 'Twere better for thee tliat within the waste Thou inet'st a ravening tigress, or wert bound In a lone churchyard where hy;\inas prowl ! I may forget myself ! d'aguilak. Small chance of that. Words are your weapons, and you wield them well ; But gentlemen, when struck, are not in use To rail like muleteers. You wear a sword, sir ! FIRMILIAN, 53 PEREZ. Are you mad, D'Aguilar, to court a brawl Within the college precincts ! Olivarez — Set down the flagon, and bestir thee, man ; This must not be ! FIRMILIAN. Nay, Perez, stand thou back — He hath provoked his fate, and he must die. {Draws.) OLrS'ARKZ, I'll score the first man that makes a thrust, over the costard with this pint-pot ! If you needs must fight, fight like gentlemen in the open air, and at a reasonable hour. What right has either of you to disturb the conviviality of the evening ? FIRMILIAN. A blow — a blow ! I have received a blow — 54 F I R M I L I A N . My soul's athirst for vengeance, and I'll have it! Come not between the lion and his prey. OLIVAKEZ. To the devil with yonr lions ! I suppose you think it safe enough to roar now? Once for all, if you can't settle this matter without fighting, fix some hour to-morrow morning, and take your fill of it. But here you shall not fight. What say you, Al- phonzo ? d'aguilar. He hath the blow, so let him speak the first. FIKMILIAN. Agreed ! Until to-morrow, then, I'll keep My rage unsated. Let the hour bo eight ; The place, the meadow where the stream turns round Beside the cork-trees ; and for witnesses, Perez and Olivarez. D'Aguilar — F I R M I L I A N . 55 If I should fail thee at the rendezvous, Perpetual shame and infamy be mine ! d'aguilak. Agreed ! And I rejoice to hear thee speak So manfully. If I have done thee wrong, I'll give thee satisfaction with my sword : You show at least a nobler temper now. FIEMILIAN. Fail you not, D'Aguilar — /shall not fail. OLIVAKEZ. Well — all that is comfortably adjusted, and just as it should be. Let's have some more wine — this talking makes a man thirsty. PEREZ. No more for me. 56 FIKMILIAN. FIKMILIAN. Your pardon — I'd provided (Not dreaming of this hot dispute to-niglit), Some flasks of rarest wine — 'Tis lldefonso, Of an old vintage. I'll not leave them here To be a perquisite unto our host ; And, lest our early parting lience should breed Suspicion of to-morrow, let us stay And drink another cup. You, D'Aguilar, Whose sword must presently be crossed with mine, Will not refuse a pledge ? d'aguilak. Not I, in faith ! Now you have shown your mettle, I regard you More than I did before. FIRMILIAN. Fill then ycnir cups. Nay, to the brim — the toast rccpiires it, sirs. Here's to the ivin'r ! FIRMILIAN. 67 0MNE8. The King ! FIKMLLIAN. Fill up again — 'Tis my last pledge. OLIVAREZ, Why don't you help yourself ? The wine is capital. riKMILIAN. . My goblet's full. Drink to another King, Whose awful aspect doth o'erawe the world — The conqueror of conquerors — the vast But unseen monarch to whose sceptre bow The heads of kings and beggars ! PEKEZ. That's the Pope ! 3* 58 F I It M I 1. I A N . FIRMILIAN. JSTo — not the Pope — but he that hnmbleth Popes. Drink to King Death! — You stare, and stand amazed — O, you have much mista'en me, if you think That some slight spurting of Castilian blood, Or poet's ichor, can suffice to lay The memory of to-night's affront asleep ! Death hath been sitting with us all the night. Glaring through hollow eye-holes — to the doomed He is invisible, but I have seen him Point with his iiesliless linger ! Put no more — Farewell ! — I go : and if you chance to hear A passing-bell — be it a comfort to you ! At eight to-morrow I shall keep my time. See you are there ! [Exit. PEREZ. I think the fellow's mad ! I held liim oven as a mere poltroon ; F I b' M I L I A N . 59 But that same blow of yoiu-'s, Alplionzo — 'faith, 'Twas wrong in you to give it — hath prevailed, Like steel against a flint. He shows some fire, And seems in deadly earnest — what's the matter ? d'aguilar. Don't ask — I'm sick and faint. OLIVAREZ. I'm not drunk, I am sure— hut I have the strangest throbbing in my teinples. Do you think you could get a waiter or two to carry me home ? I feel as cold as a cucumber. PEREZ. My brain swims too. Hark ! what is that without? {The Passing-Ml tolls, and Monks are heard chaunting the Penitential Psalms. Slow and wailing mitsic as the scene closes.'] 60 F I R M I r. I A N SCENE IV. Cloisters. Enter Firmilian. This was a splendid iiioniing ! Tlic dew lay In amplest drops upon the loaded o^rass, And filled the buttercups hard by the place Where I expected fiery D'Aguilar. He did not come. Well — I was there at leaat, And waited for an hour beyond the time, During which while I studied botany, And yet my proud opponent showed no face ! Pshaw ! to myself I'll be no hypocrite — If Eaymond Lully lied not, they are dead, And I have done it ! {A pause^ llow is this '': My mind Is light and jocund. Yesternight I deemed, When tlie dull passing-bell announced the fate Of those insensate and presumjituous fools. F I K M I L I A N . 61 That, as a vulture liglits on carrion flesh With a shrill scream and flapping of its wings, Keen-beaked Remorse would settle on my soul, And fix her talons there. She did not come ; Nay, stranger still — methought the passing-bell AY as but the prelude to a rapturous strain Of highest music, that entranced me quite. ^ For sleep descended on me, as it falls Upon an infant in its mother's arms. And all night long I dreamed of Indiana. What ! is Remorse a fable after all — A mere invention, as the Harpies were, Or crazed Orestes' furies ? Or have I Mista'en the ready way to lure her down ? There are no beads of sweat upon my brow — My clustering Iiair nuiintains its wonted curl, Nor rises horrent, as a murderer's should. I do not shudder, start, nor scream aloud — Tremble at every sound — grow ghastly pale 62 F I K M I L 1 A N . When a leaf falls, or when a lizard stirs. I do not wring my fingers from their joints, Or madly thrust them quite into my ears To bar the echo of a dying groan. And, after all, what is there to regret ? Three fools have died carousing as they lived, And nature makes no special moan for them. If I have gained no knowledge by this deed, I have lost none. The subtle alchemist, Whose aim is the elixir, or that stone The touch whereof makes baser metals gold. Must needs endure much failure, ere he finds The grand Arcanum. So is it with me. I have but shot an idle bolt away, And need not seek it furthei-. Who comes here Enter a Priest and a Graduate. GRADUATE. Believe mo, father, they are all accurs'd ! These marble garments of tbo ancient (lods. F I K M I L I A N 63 Which the blaspheming hand of Babylon Hath gathered out of ruins, and hath raised In this her dark extremity of sin ; Not in the hour when she was sending forth Her champions to the highway and the field, To pine in deserts and to writhe in flame — But in the scarlet frontage of her guilt, When, not with purple only, but with blood. Were the priests vested, and their festive cups Foamed with the hemlock rather than the wine ! Call them not Churches, t-ither— call them prisons ; And yet not such as bind the body in. Bat gravestones of the soul ! For, look you, sir, Beneath that weight of square-cut weary stone A thousand workmen's souls are pent alive ! And therefore I declare them all accurs'd. PRIEST. Peace, son ! thou ravest. 64 FIllMILIAN. GRADUATE. Do I rave indeed ? So raved the Prophets when they told the truth To Israel's stubborn councillors and kings — So raved Cassandra, when in Hector's ear She shrieked the presage of his coming full. I am a prophet also — and I say That o'er those stones" wherein you place your pride Annihilation waves her dusky wing ; Yea, do not marvel if the earth itself. Like a huge giant, weary of the load, Should heave them from its shoulders. 1 have said it. It is my purpose, and they all shall down ! [^Exit. PRIEST. Alas, to see a being so distraught ! And yet there may be danger in his words, For heresy is rife. Jla ! who is this? F I R M I r, I A N . 65 If I mistake not, 'tis Firniilian, Mine ancient pupil ! FIKMILIAN. And he craves your blessing ! PRIEST. Thou hast it, son. Now tell me — didst thou hear The words yon Graduate uttered ere he left ? Methought his speech was levelled at the Church. FIRMILIAN. I heard him say all Churches should be levelled ; That they were built on souls ; that earth would rise To shake them from its shoulders ; and he railed At Mother Rome, and called her Babylon. My ears yet tingle with the impious sounds. PRIEST. Ha — did he so ? By holy Nicholas, lo6 F I R M I L I A N . I'll have him straight reported ! Dost thou think, Good son Firinilian, he deviseth aught Against the Church, or us her ministers ? FIRMILIAN. I do suspect him very grievously. PKIEST. And so do I. We hold a festival On Tuesday next, when the Inquisitor Is certain to be present — it were best Ere then to give him notice. Who shall say That, like another Samson, this vile wretch May not drag down the ])illars of the Church* And whelm us all in ruin ? I am bound To see to that. Son — Benedicite ! FIRMILIAN. On Tucsdav next, wlien tlic Inquisitor F I R M I L I A N . 67 Is certain to be present ? — Lilian's uncle ? That were an opportunity too rare To be allowed to pass ! For this same priest — He is my old preceptor, and instilled, By dint of frequent and remorseless stripes Applied at random to my childish rear, Some learning into me. I owe him much, And fain I would repay it. Ila — ha — ha ! What a dull creature was that Graduate To blurt his folly out ! If a church falls Within the next ten years in Badajoz, Nay, if a single stone should tumble down. Or a stray pebble mutilate the nose Of some old saint within a crumbling niche, His life will pay the forfeit. As he spoke, Methought I saw the solid vaults give way, And the entire cathedral rise in air, As if it leaped from Pandemonium's jaws. But that's a serious matter. I have time To meditate the deed. These cloister walks 68 F I R M I L I A X. Are dull and cheerless, and my spirit pants For kind emotion. Let me pass from hence And wile away an hour with Lilian. \_Exit. riKMILIAN. 69 SCENE V. A Wine Sho^. Nicodemus and Two Familiars. NICODEMUS. Not a drop more, gentlemen, if you love me ! FIKST FAMILIAR. Nonsense, man ! We have not had as much as would satisfy the thirst of a chicken. Another stoup here ! And now tell us a little more about your master. NICODEMUS. Aha, sirs ! He's an odd one, is Senor Firmilian. FIRST FAMILIAR. A devil anioner the wenches, T sn])])()sc ? 70 F I K M I L I A N . NICODEMUS. Mum for that, sir ! I hoj)e I am not the man to betray confidence. What I see, I behold ; and what I behold I can keep to myself ; and there's enough on't. What have 3'ou black-coated gentry to do with the daughters of Eve ? FIRST FAMILIAR. Nay, no offence meant, Master Nicodemus — you are sharper than Pedrillo's razor ! What — young blood will have its way ! But you are happy in serving, as I hear, the most promising student in Badajoz. NICODEMUS. Serving, sir ? Marry come up ! I'd have you know that I am his secretary. SECOND FAMn.IAR. Aha ! Your health. Master Secretary ! I fear mo you have heavy labor. F I K M I L I A N . Tl NICODEMUS. Don't speak of it ! If you knew what I have to do — the books I have to translate from the Coptic, Latin, Welsh, and other ancient languages — you'd pity me. I sometimes wish I had never been familiar with foreign tongues. Learning, my mas- ters, is no inheritance. And then, when you come to deal with the Black Art — SECOND FAMILIAK. Enlighten us. Master Secretary — what is that ? NICODEMUS. The Black Art ? Here is your ver}^ good health ! — I wish you could see my master's room, after he has been trying to call up the devil ! Lord, sir ! there's no end of skulls, and chalk marks on the floor, and stench of sulphur, and what not— but I don't believe that, with all his pains, he ever brought the devil up. 72 FIRMILIAN. SECOND FAMILTAK. Take another cup. — But he tries it sometimes ? NICODEMUS. Punctually upon Wednesdays — about midnight, when the whole household have gone to sleep. But he's not up to the trick : he never could raise anything larger than a hedge-hog. FIRST FAMILIAR. But he lias done that, has he ? NICODEMUt Of course ! Any one can raise a hedge-hog. But I'm not going to sit here all night seeing you drinking. I must go home to translate Plotinus, who was a respectable father of the Latin Church. Take my advice and go home too — you are both rather drunk. Where's my beaver ? Don't attempt F I li M I L I A N . 73 to ofter me two, in case I put the pliantoiu one on my head. I say — if there is a drop remaining in tlic bottle, you might offer it by way of courtesy. Thanks, and take care of yourselves. {Exit. FIRST FAMILIAR. What say you to this story ? A clearer proof Of arrant sorcery was never given Unto the Holy office. SECOND FAMILIAR. It is complete. He raises hedi:;e-hoo;s ! That's enough fur me. \Exe\mt. 74- F I K M I L I A N SCENE VI. EXTEKIOK OF THE CaTIIEDRAL OF St. NiCUULAS. Choir hea/rd chcmntinfj loithin. Enter Firmilian. How diirkly hangs yon cloud above the spire ! There's thunder in the air — What if the flash Should rend the solid walls, and reach the vault, Where my terrestial thunder lies prepared, And so, without the action of iny hand, AVhirl up those thousand bigots in its blaze. And leave me guiltless, save in the intent. That were a vile defraudnient of my aim. A petty larceny o' the element. An interjection of exceeding wrong ! F I K M I L I A N . 75 Let the lioarse thunder rend the vault of heaven. Yea, shake the stars bj myriads from their boughs. As Autumn tempests shake the fruitage down ; — Let the red lightning shoot athwart the sky, Entangling comets by tlieii- spooming liair. Piercing the zodiac belt, and carrying dread To old Orion, and liis whimpering liound ; — But let the glory of this deed be mine ! ORGAN and CHOIK. Sublimatus ad honorem Nicholai presulis : Pietatis ante rorem Cunctis pluit populis : Ut vix parem aut majoreni Habeat in seculis. FIRMILIAN. Yet I could weep to hear the wretches sing ! There rolls the organ anthem down the aisle. 76 F 1 K M 1 L I A N . And tliousand voices join in its acclaim. All they are happy — they are on their knees ; Round and above them stare the images Of antique saints and martyrs. Censors steam With their Arabian charge of frankincense, And every heart, with inward fingers, counts A blissful rosaiy of pious j)rayer ! Why should they perish, then ? Is't yet too late? O shame, Firmilian, on thy coward soul ! AVhat! thou, the poet! — thou, whose mission 'tis To send vibration down the chord of time, Until its junction with eternity — Thou, who hast dared and pondered and endured, Gathering by piecemeal all the noble thoughts And tierce sensations of the mind — as one Who in a garden culls the wholesome rose, And binds it with the deadly nightshade up ; Flowers not akiu, and yet, by contrast kind — Thou, for a touch of what these mundane fools Whine of as pity, to forego thine aim, F I K M I L I A N . 77 And never feel the gnawing of remorse, Like the Promethean vulture on the spleen, That shall instruct thee to give future voice To the unuttered agonies of Cain ! Thou, to compare, with that high consequence The breath of some poor thousand knights and knaves, Who soaring, in the welkin, shall expire ! Shame, shame, Firmilian ! on thy weakness, shame ! OKGAX Cmd CHOIK. Auro dato violari Virgines prohibuit : Far in fame, vas in mari Servat et distribuit : Qui tiinobant naufragari Nautis opem tribuit. FIPwMILIAN. A rierht g-ood saint he seems, tliis Xicholas ! 78 F I K M I I, I A N . And over-worked too, if the praise be just, Which these, his votaries, quaver as his claim. Yet it is odd he should o'erlook the fact Tliat underneath this cliurch of his are stored Some twenty barrels of the dusty grain, The secret of whose framing, in an hour Of diabolic jollity and mirth, ()k\ Roger Bacon wormed from Beelzebub ! lie might keep better wardship for his friends ; J)ut that to me is nothing. JS'ow's the time ! 11a! as I take the matchbox in my hand, A spasm pervades me, and a natural thrill .Vs though my better genius were at hand, And strove to ])luck me backwards by the hair. I must be resolute. Lose this one chance. Which hours me to tlT Acropolis of guilt, And this, our age, forgoes its noblest song. I must be speedy — . I. I R M I L I A N . 79 ORGAN and CHOIK. A defunctis suscitatur Fiirtum qui coinmiserat : Et Judaeus baptizatur Furtiim qui recuperat : lUi vita restauratur, Hie ad fidem properat. FiRMILIAN. No more was needed to confirm my mind ! That stanza blows all tliouglits of pity off, As empty straws are scattered hj the wind ! For I have been the victim of the Jews, Who, by vile barter, have absorbed my means. Did I not pawn— for that same flagrant stuff, Which only waits a spark to be dissolved. And, having done its mission, must disperse As a thin smoke into the ambient air — My diamond cross, my goblet, and my books? 80 F I U M I L 1 A N . AVliat ! would they venture to baptize the Jew? The cause assumes a holier aspect, then ; And, as a faithful son of Rome, I dare To merge my darling passion in the wrong That is projected against Christendom ! rity, avaunt ! I may not longer stay. [JExit into the vaults. A short 2)cmse^ after which he reapiyears. 'Tis done ! I vanish like -the lightning bolt. ORGAN and cHom. Niciiolai sacerdotum Decus, honor, gloria : Plebem omnem, clerum totum — \The Cathedral is Uown uj).'] F I K iSI I L I A N . 81 SCENE YII. Saloon. Pall and Coffin. Enter Countess, Contessok, Havekillo, and Attendants. confessor Weep not, dear lady — he is now at rest ! Nor thundering cannon, nor loud-booming drum, Nor braying trumpet, nor the clarion's call. Nor rapid crash of charging chivalry, Can stir him from his sleep. For liiui no more Hath the lewd tinkling of tlie amorous lute Behind a twilight lattice, or the wave Of a light kerchief in a stealthy hand, Or lifting of dark eyelids, any charm ! No more shall he, in joyous revelry. Ply the loose wine cup, or exchange the jest — And therefore, I beseech von, drv vonr tears. 82 F 1 li M I L I A N . iiAVEKiLLO. {Aside.) AVhy, what a ghostly comforter is this ! lie tells her nothing of the yet to be. But only harps upon the aching past. CONFKSSOR. Bear up that coffin ! Grief hath had its scope, And now 'tis time to pause. Bethink thee, lady, How it may fare with thine Alphonzo's soul. There's no rich clothing in the world beyond, Kx) jewc'll'd cup.-, no sparkling costly gems, No rare display of silver and of gold Such as your sideboards show on gala-days — But the poor spirit, shivering and alone, On the cold sea-beach of eternity, Must shriek for help to those he left behind. Say — shall Alphonzo plead to thee in vain? F I R M I L r A N . 83 COUNTESS. man — man — man ! Thy prating drives me mad- Thy hideous v^oice is loathsome to mine ear, Albeit I know not what thou croakest there ! Set down the coffin — set it down, I say ! 1 have not yet wept half the flood of tears That I must pour on my Alphonzo's head. There's a hot deluge seething in my brain, And I must give it leave to flow, or die ! HAVERILLO. Poor lady, she is greatly moved ! 'Twere best To give her passion way. Bethink you, Sir ; A mother rarely will with patience hear A true reproach against a living sou, Far less a taunt directed at the dead. CONFESSOR. Who's he that dares usurp my privilege, 84 FIR M I L I .A X . Or question my discretion? Is't for thee, Thou silken moth, to flutter round the torch Of conscience, flaming in a Churchman's hands And try to smother it? What art thou, sirrali ? I warrant me some kinsman, with an eye To those vast lioards of molten vanity. Which can alone relieve Alphonzo's sotil Under the guidance of our holy Church. Out on thee, heretic ! HAVEKILLO, Presumptuous priest! Wer't thou unfrocked, I'd tell thee that tliou liest. CONFESSOR. Hence, vile disturber of the hapless dead ! Thou enemy of souls — thou sordid knave. That, for a paltry pittance to thyself, Wouldst bar the gates of Paradise to him Wlio lies beneath yon ])ull ! Wliat, caititf wretch ! I'- I K M I L I A N . 85 Wilt tliou again presume to answer me? Let but a word escape thy tainted lips, And the most fell anathema of Rome, From which there neither is appeal nor cure, Shall fulmine on thy head ! As for thee, lady — If thou regardest him whom thou hast lost With holier feeling than the tigress shows When, in her savage and blood-boltered den. She moans above the carcass of her cubs — Consume no more the precious hours in grief ; Each hour is precious to a soul in pain ! Give me the keys of all thy coffered wealth. That, with a liberal hand, 1 may dispense Thy hoarded angels to the suffering poor. Thy jewels also — what hast thou to do With earthly jewels more ? — give them to me ; And for each brilliant thou shalt hear a mass Sung for Alphonzo. Fie on filthy pride ! Is't meet a widow's house should hold such store 86 F I K i\I I L I A N . Of flagons, cups, and costly chalices, Of massive salvers and ancestral bowls? These are the subtile spider-threads of sin That bind the soul to earth. Away with them ! Thou hast no children now. COUNTESS. Thou crawling wretch — Thou holy lie — thou gilded sepulchre — Thou most consummate hypocrite and knave ! liow darest thou take measure of my grief With thine unnatural hands ? What ! thou a priest. And, in the hour of desolation, seek'st For ransom to be paid in gems and gold For a pure spirit, which, beside thine own, Would show as glorious as an angel's form Contrasted with an Ethiopian slave ! What are thy prayers, that I should purchase them ? Ilast thou not fed, for twenty years and more, Upon the liberal bounty of our house? F I K M I L I A N . 87 Have I not seen thee flatter and deceive ; Fawn like a spaniel ; and, with readiest lie, Make coverture of thine obscene attempts Upon my handmaids ? Villain ! there they stand, The blushing proofs of thine impurity. Hast thou not stroked my lost Alphonzo's head A thousand times, protesting that no youth Gave ever promise of a fairer course ? And wouldst thou now retract that word of thine. And, in the presence of my blighted flower, Deny the glorious perfume that it bore ? get thee gone ! thou mak'st me wrong the dead, By wasting moments, consecrate to tears. In idle railing at a wretch like thee ! CONFESSOR. This is mere madness ! Think not to escape. By angry words and frantic declamation. The righteous claims of the defrauded Church. 1 stir not hence until her dues are paid. 88 F I K M I I. I A N . If thou witlihold'st thy keys, I warn thee, lady, That holy Peter will not turn his key For any of thy race ! COUNTESS. Thou cormorant That screaniest still for garbage ! take thy fill, And rid me of thy presence. Fabian — Show him the secret chamber of the Cid, "Wherein the ransom of the Moors is piled : There is the key — and let him never more Pollute my tln-eshold ! O my lost A]2)honzo ! {Swoons.) CONFESSOK. IIo, ho ! I have it now ! The key, the key ! Conic quickly, Master Steward ! \_Exit. Scene closes. FIRMILIAN. 89 SCENE VIII. A Gallery. At the end an armed figure hearing a mace. Enter Confessok and Fabian. CONFESSOR. I warrant me thou thinkest, Master Steward, That I was over urgent with thy dame. There are some natures, sir, so obstinate That mildness will not stir them, and for these The Church enjoins a wholesome stimulant. Such is 3'our lady. FABIAN. You are learned, sir. And doubtless know your duty. Here's the chamber. CONFESSOK. What mean von, fellow? There is nothinc; Jiere 90 F 1 K M I L I A N . Except an effigy in rusted mail. Beware of trifling with the Holy Church I FABIAN, That is the guardian of the treasure-room. I see you marvel — Listen. Long ago, Pedro, the founder of this ancient house, Was the dear friend and comrade of the Cid. Often together in the battle-field Did they two charge the squadrons of the Moor, And mow the stalwart unbelievers down. Seldom they spared a life — yet once, by cliance, The caliph of Baldracca crossed their jjath, llini they took captive, with three princes more, And made them stand to ransom. All the East, As I have heard — Chaldea, Araby, Fez, Tunis, Lidia, and the far Cathay — Was racked for tribute. From the Persian jrulf There came Imge bags of large and lustrous pearl. Which in the miiy bottom of tlie sea FIRMILIAN. 91 The breathless diver found. Then there were opals Bright as young moons, and diamonds like stars, Far-blazing rubies, gorgeous carbuncles. Jacinths and sapphires. And with these there came Ten camel-loads of curious workmanship, All wrought in solid gold — a greater ransom Than ever yet was tendered for a king ! CONFESSOR. Thy words have oped a fountain in my mouth, And stirred its waters ! Excellent Fabian — So half this wealth accrued to D'Aguilar ? FABIAN. Of that, anon. When all the heap was piled Before them, then the Campeador said : — " May not my sin lie heavy on my soul Upon my dying day ! For I have broke A vow I made in youth before the shrine Of San lago, never in the field 92 F I R M I L I A N . To spare a heathen. Wliat is done, is done — May be atoned for, but not blotted out. I will not touch the ransom. Be it given Entire to thee, my brother D'Aguilar !" CONFESSOK. No wonder Spain still glories in tlie Cid ! What ! are the treasures here ? Speak quickly, man 1 FAEIAN. Your patience for a moment ! Wlien the knight Found no persuasion could affect the Cid, Or sway him from his purpose, then he yielded. One half the ransom bought the goodly lands Which still pertain unto the D'Aguilars. The other half lies in a secret room. The door of which I'll show you — you've the key. But first I'll tell you why yon effigy Stands there to guard it. FIRMILIAN. 93 CONFESSOR. What is that to me ? What do I care about your effigies, Or mTimbled stories of the knights of old ? The door, I say ! FABIAN. Yet listen — 'Tis my duty To make this clear. When Ruy Diaz died. The knight of D'Aguilar obtained his arms ; And in remembrance of the bounteous gift He placed them there before the treasure-room. 'Tis said the mighty spirit of Bivar Still dwells within that corslet ; and the mace, Wliich once was called the hammer of the Moor, Is swayed on high, and will descend on those Who come to wrong the race of D'Aguilar, I've heard my father tell, that, ere my birth, Two reckless villains of Gitano blood, Lured by the rumor of the treasured wealth, 94 F I R M I L I A K . Tried, over night, to force that secret door ; And, in the morning, when the servants came, They found a brace of battered carcases. The skulls beat into pulp, upon the floor ; And yonder mace — how terrible it is ! Was dropping with their blood ! 00NFE880K. And dost thou thini^ With thy false legends to deter me now, Thou paralytic slave ? Reserve thy tales For gaping crones, and idle serving-men ! Can I not make an image stare and wink, Exhibit gesture witli its painted hands. Tea, counterfeit tlie action of a saint — And dost thou hope to scare me with a lie Where is the door, I say ? FABIAN. Bear witness, Saints, F I K M I L I A N . 95 That I am sackless of the coiisequeuce ! You are forewarned — CONFESSOK. The door — the door, I say ! FABIAN. Insert the key beneath that pannel tliere ! CONFESSOR. So — it is mine, all mine ! VVhy, now am I A king of Ind, an emperor of the earth ! No haste, no haste !— I would not lose the thrill Qf expectation that entrances me For half the glorious heap that's stored within ! "Why, for a handful of those orient pearls I'll buy a bishopric. A dozen rubies May make me Metropolitan ; and then, As gems are scarce and highly prized at Rome, A costly diamond for the noble front Of the Tiara, may advance my claim 96 F I K M I L I A N . Unto the title of a Cardinal — Let me take breath — Lord Cardinal — a Prince And Magnate of the Church ! What follows next? Brain, do not lose thyself in ecstasy, Nor swim to madness at the thought of that Which lies within my reach — Saint Peter's chair ! Why, half the wealth within this hidden vault Would bribe the Holy College, and would make Me — me, the lord of monarchs, and the chief Of all the rulers over Christendom ! Ha, ha ! to see the mighty world lie down In homage at my feet, and liear its hail To me as lord and master ! Is't a dream ? Oh, no, no, no ! for here, within my hand, I hold the precious key that shall at once Admit me to the temple of my hope — Open, old wards, to him wlio sliall be Pope ! \^IIe attcmjjts to open the Dooi\ and is struck down hy the Mace of the Ej)i(/i/.'\ F I K M I L I A N . 97 FABIAN. Riglit little moaning need I make for one "Who died by his own sin ! Poor prostrate fool, Whom warning would not reach ! Six feet of earth Is all that even Popes can claim as theirs. Thy span must yet be less : no funeral bell May toll for thee — I'll drop thee in a well. [£/xit with the body. 98 F I R M I L I A N SCENE IX. Sitnimlt of the Pillar of St. Simeoii Stylites. FIRMILIAN. 'Tvvas a grand spectacle ! Tlie solid earth Seemed from its quaking entrails to eruct The gathered lava of a thousand years, Like an imposthume bursting up from hell ! In a red robe of flame, the riven towers, Pillars and altar, organ-loft and screen. With a singed swarm of mortals intermixed, Were whirled in anguish to the shuddering stars. And all creation trembled at the din. It was my doing — mine alone ! and I Stand greater by this deed than the vain fool That thrust his torch beneath Diana's shrine. For what was it inspired Erostratus FIRMILIAN. 99 But a weak vanity to have bis name Blaze out for arson in the catalogue ? I have been wiser. No man knows the name Of me, the pyrotechnist who have given A new apotheosis to the saint With lightning blast, and stunning thunder knell ! And yet — and yet — what boots the sacritice ? I thought to take remorse unto my heart, As the young Spartan hid the savage fox Beneath the foldings of his bojash gown. And let it rive his flesh. Mine is not riven — My heart is yet unscarred. I've been too coarse And general in this business. Had there been Amongst that multitude a sina^le man "Who loved me, cherished me — to whom I owed Sweet reciprocity for holy alms. And gifts of gentle import — had there been Friend — father — brother, mingled in that crowd. And I had slain him — then indeed my soul Might have acquired fruition of its wish. 100 F I R M I L I A N . And shrieked delirious at the tiiste of sin ! But these — what were the victims unto me ? Nothing ! Mere human atoms, breathing clods, Uninspired dullards, unpoetic slaves, The rag, and tag, and bobtail of mankind ; "Whom, having scorched to cinders, I no more Feel ruth for Avhat I did, than if my hand Had thrust a stick of sulphur in the nest Of some poor hive of droning humble-bees, And smoked them into silence ! I must have A more potential draught of guilt than this, With more of wormwood in it ! Here I sit, Perched like a raven on old Simeon's shaft, With barely needful footing for my limbs — And one is climbing up the inward coil. Who was my friend and brother. We have gazed Together on the midnight map of heaven, And uuirked the gems in Cassiopea's hair — FIRMILIAN. 101 Together have we heard the nightingale Waste the exuberant music of her throat, And lull the flustering breezes into calm — Together have we emulously sung Of Hyacinthus, Daphne, and the rest Whose mortal weeds Apollo changed to flowers. Also from him I have derived much aid In golden ducats, which I fain would pay Back with extremest usury, were but Mine own convenience equal to my wish. Moreover, of his poems he hath sold Two full editions of a thousand each. While mine remain neglected on the shelves ! Courage, Firmilian ! for the hour has come When thou canst know atrocity indeed. By smiting him that was thy dearest friend. And think not that he dies a vulgar death — 'Tis poetry demands the sacrifice ! Yet not to him be that revealment made. He must not know with what a loving hand — 102 FIKMILIAN. Witli what fraternal charitv of heart I do devote him to the infernal gods ! I dare not spare him one particular pang, Nor make the struggle briefer ! Hush — he comes. IIaverillo, emerging from the staircase. How now, Firmilian ! — I am scant of breath ; These steps have pumped the ether from my lungs, And made the bead-drops cluster on my brow. A strange, unusual rendezvous is this — An old saint's ])illar, which no human foot Hath scaled this hundred years! FIRMILIAN. Ay — it is strange ! HAVKKIIXO. 'Faith, sir, the bats considered it as such : They seem t<^ (lonrisli in the column here. F I R M I L I A N . 103 And are not over courteous. Ha ! I'm weary : I shall sleep sound to-night. FIKMILIAN. You shall sleep sound I HAVERILLO. Either there is an echo in the place, Or your voice is sepulchral. FIRMILIAN. Seems it so ? HAVERILLO. Come, come, Firmilian — Be once more a man ! Leave off these childish tricks, and vapors bred Out of a too much pampered fantasy. What are we, after all, but mortal men, "Who eat, drink, sleep, need raiment and the like, 104 FIUMII. IAN. As well as any jolterhead alive ? Trust rne, my friend, we canuot feed on dreams, Or stay the hungry cravings of the maw By mere poetic banquets. FIKMILIAN. Say you so ? Yet have I heard that by some alchemy (To me unknown as yet) you have transmuted Your verses to fine gold. UAVERILLO. And all that gold Was lent to you, Firinilian. FIKMILIAN. You expect, Doubtless, I will repay you ? FIKMILIAN. 105 HAVEKILLO. So I do. You told me yesterday to meet you here, And you would pay me back with interest. Here is the note. FIRMILIAN. A moment. — Do you see Yon melon-vender's stall down i' the square ? Methinks the fruit that, close beside the eye. Would show as largely as a giant's head, Is dwindled to a heap of gooseberries ! If Justice held no bigger scales than those Yon pigmy seems to balance in his hands, Her utmost fiat scarce would weigh a drachm ! How say you ? HAVEKILLO. Nothing — 'tis a fearful height ! 5* lOG I-' IKM I L I AN. My brmn turns dizzy as I gaze below, And there's a strange sensation in my soles. FIRMILIAN. Ay — feel you that ? Ixion felt the same Ere he was whirled from heaven ! IIAVERILLO. Firmilian ! You carry this too far. Farewell. We'll meet AVhen you're in better humor. FIKMILIAN. Tarrv, sir ! I have you here, and thus we shall not part. I know your meaning well. For that same dross, Tliat paltry ore of Mammon's mean device Which I, to honor you, stooped to receive. You'd set the Alguazils on my heels ! What! have 1 read your thought? Nay, never shrink. F I K M I I. I A N . 107 Nor edge towards the doorway ! You're a scholar ! How was't with Pliaeton ? HAVEKILLO. Alas ! he's mad. Hear me, Firmilian ! Here is the receipt — Take it — I grudge it not ! If ten times more, It were at j^our sweet service. FIRMILIAN. Would you do This kindness unto me '{ HAVERILLO. Most willingly. FIRMILIAN. Liar and slave ! There's falsehood in tliine eye ! I read as clearly there, as in a book, That, if I did allow you to escape, 108 F I K M I I. I A N. In fifteen minutes you would seek the judge. Therefore, prepare thee, for thou needs must die ! ilAVERILLO. Madman — stand oft'! FIRMILIAN. There's but four feet of space To spare between us. I'm not liasty, I ! Swans sing before their death, and it may be That dying poets feel that impulse too: Then, pry thee, be canorous. You may sing One of those ditties which have won you gold. And my meek audience of the vapid strain Shall count with riioebus as a full discharge For all your ducats. Will you not begin ? IlAVERILLO. JiCave off" this liorrid jest, Firmilian ! F I R M I L I A N . 109 FIRMILIAJSr. V Jest ! 'Tis no jest ! This pillar's very high — Shout, and no one can hear you from the square — Wilt sing, I say ? HAVEKILLO. Listen, Firmilian ! I have a third edition in the press, Whereof the proceeds shall be wholly thine — Spare me ! FIRMILIAN. A third edition ! Atropos — Forgive me that I tarried! HAVERILLO. Mercy ! — Ah !— [Firmilian hurls him from tJie column. 110 FIRMILIAN SCENE X. Square helow the Pillar. Enter Apollodorus, a Critic. Why do men call me a presumptuous cur, A vaporing blockhead, and a turgid fool, A common nuisance, and a charlatan ? I've dashed into the sea of metaphor With as strong paddles as the sturdiest ship That churns Medusae into liquid light. And hashed at every object in my way. My ends are public. I have talked of men As my familiars, whom I never saw. Nay — more to raise my credit — I have penned Epistles to the great ones''of the land, When some attack might make them slightly sore, Assuring them, in faith, it was not I. F I R M I L I A N . Ill What was their answer ? Marry, shortly this : " Who, in the name of Zernebock, are yon ?" I have reviewed myself incessantly — Yea, made a contract with^ kindred soul For mutual interchange of puffery. Gods — how we blew each otlier ! But, 'tis past — Those halcyon days are gone; and, I suspect, That, in some fit of loathing or disgust, As Samuel turned from EIi's coarser son, Mine ancient playmate hath deserted me. And yet I am Apollodorus still ! I search for genius, having it myself. With keen and earnest longings. I survive To disentangle, from the imping wings Of our young poets, their crustaceous slough. I watch them, as the watcher on the brook Sees the young salmon wrestling from its e^^^ And revels in its future bright career. Ha ! what seraphic mek)dy is this ? 112 PIRMILI A N. Enter Sancho, a Costermo7igei\ singing. Down in the garden behind the wall, Iklerrily grows the bright-green leek ; The old sow grnnts as the acorns fall, The winds blow heavy, the little pigs sqneak. One for the litter, and tlu'ce for the teat — Ilark to their nuisic, Juanna my sweet ! APOLLODOKUS. Now, heaven be thanked ! here is a genuine bard, A creature of high impulse, one unsoiled By coarse conventionalities of rule. lie labors not to sing, for his bright thoughts Resolve themselves at once into a strain Without the aid of balanced artifice. All hail, great poet ! SANC\|0. Save vou, my nierrv niastei- 1 Need vou unv leeks F I R M I L I A N . 113 or onions ? Hefe's the priniest cauliflower, though I say it, in all Badajoz. Set it up at a distance of some ten yards, and I'll forfeit my ass if it does not look bigger than the Alcayde's wig. Or would these radishes suit your turn ? There's nothing like your radish for cooling the blood and purging distempered humors. APOLLODORUS. I do admire thy vegetables much, But will not buy them. Pray you, pardon me For one short word of friendly obloquy. Is't possible a being so endowed With music, song, and sun-aspiring thoughts. Can stoop to chaffer idly in the streets. And, for a huckster's miserable gain, Kenounce the urgings of his destiny? Why, man, thine ass should be a Pegasus, A sun-reared charger snorting at the stars, And scatterino- all the Pleiads at l\is heels— 114 F I R M I I, I A N . Thy cart sliould be an orient-tinted car, Such as Aurora drives into the day, What time the rosy-fingered Hours awake — Thy reins — SANCHO. Lookye, master, I've dusted a better jacket tlian yours before now, so you had best keep a civil tongue in your head. Once for all, will you buy my radishes ? APOLLODOKUS. No! SANCHO. Then go to the devil and shake yourself! lExit. APOLLODORUS. The foul fiend seize thee and thy cauliflowers ! FIRMILIAN 115 I was indeed a most egregious ass To take this lubber clodpole for a bard, And worship that dull fool. Pythian Apollo ! Hear me — O hear ! Towards the firmament I gaze with longing eyes ; and. in the name Of millions thirsting for poetic draughts, I do beseech thee, send a poet down ! Let him descend, e'en as a meteor falls, Rushing at noonday — \IIe is crushed hy the fall of the hodij of Haverillo. 11(5 F I K M I I, I A N SCENE XL A Street. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Save you, brave Cavalier ! SECOND GENTLEMAN. The like to you, sir. I scarce need ask where you have been to-day- All Badajoz was at the market-place, FIRST GENTLEMAN. You mean the act of faith ? I was too late : Will you vouchsafe me some i-elution of it? SECOND GENTLEMAN. I've seen a larg-er muster for the stake. F I R M I L I A N . 11 T But never was the public interest Excited to so vehement a pitch. Men did not care for Jews or heretics, Though some of Loth descriptions were produced. The leading victim was the Graduate, Whose monstrous deed in blowing up the church, "Whereby a thousand lives and more were lost, Stands yet unequalled for atrocity. Faith, sir ! the Inquisition had hard work To guard him from his dungeon to the pile. When he came forth, from twenty thousand throats There rose so horrid and so fierce a yell That I was fain to hold my tingling ears. Mothers, whose sons had perished in the church, Howled curses at him : old men shook their fists With palsied vehemence ; and there were some Who carried naked daggers in theii" hands, And would have hacked him piecemeal. 118 F I B M I L I A N . FIRST GENTLEMAN. And no wonder — 'Twas a most horrid and unnatural deed ; My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it. SECOND GENTLEMAN. Yet was he quite calm : A little pale, perhaps, but noway moved By all their hooting. Wlien he reached the pile, He craved permission of the Inquisitor, To say a word or two. That being granted, He turned him straightway to the raging crowdj Which, at his gesture, stilled itself awhile, And spoke in parables. FIRST GENTLEMAN. How mean you, sir ? Did he confess his guilt \ FIKM I L I AN . 110 SECOND GENTLEMAN. In faith, not he ! IJis speech was worse than any conimination. lie curs'd the city, and he curs'd the church ; lie curs'd the houses, and he curs'd their stones. He cui-sed, in short, in such miraculous wise, That nothing was exempted from his ban. Then, sir, indeed the people's wrath was roused. And a whole storm of cats came tumbling in. Combined with baser missiles. I was fain, Not wishing to be wholly singular. To add my contribution to the rest. Yet he cursed on, till the Familiars gagged him — Bound him unto the stake, and so he died. FIRST GENTLEMAN. You tell the story very pleasantly. Were there no more of note in the procession ? 120 K I KM I L IAN. SECOND GENTLEMAN. Tliere was a fellow, too, an Anabaptist, Or something of the sort, from the Low Countries, Rejoicing in the name of Teufelsdrockh. I do not know for what particular sin He stood condemned ; but it was noised abroad That, in all ways he was a heretic. Six times the Inquisition held debate F})on his tenets, and vouchsafed him speech, Whereof he largely did avail himself. Ihit they could coin no meaning from his words. Further than this, that he most earnestly Denounced all systems, human and divine. And so, because the weaker sort of men Are oft misled by babbling, as the bees .^ Hive at the clash of cvmbals, it was deemed A duty to remove him. He, too, spoke But never in your life, sir, did you hear Such hideous jargon ! The distracting screech F 1 li M 1 L I A N . 121 Of wagon-wheel iiugreased was music to it ; And as for meaning — wiser beads than mine Could find no trace of it. 'Twas a tirade About fire-horses, jotuns, windbags, owls, Clioctaws and horse-hair, shams and flunkeyism. Unwisdoms, Tithes, and [Inveracities. 'Faith, ttlien I lieard him railing in crank terms, And dislocating language in liis howl At Phantasm Captains, Hair-and-leather Popes, Terrestrial Law-words, Lords, and Law-bringers,— I almost wished the Graduate back again : His style of cursing had some flavor in't ; The other's was most tedious. By-and-by, The crowd grew restive ; and no wonder, sir ; For the eflfect of his discourse was such, That one poor wench miscarried in aflVight. I did not tarry longer. FIRST GENTLEMAN. . Your narration 5 122 !• 1 K M 1 L I A ^. Makes me rea-ret less heartily the clitiiice That kept me from the show. Is there nauglit else Talked of in Badajoz ? SECOND GENTLEMAN. Why, yes, sir — much, And of strange import: but the cautious lip Dares not, as yet, give utterance to its thought In the full measure. Death hath been amougst us, Not striking at the old, but at the young. In must unusual fashion. Three young men, All in strong health, untainted by disease, Died in a tavern. Marry, sir — 'tis thought Their cups were spiced. But a few days ago. Our most aspiring poet, Ilaverillo, Fell from St. Simeon's colunni — no one knows What took him to its top; — another life, I hear, was lost in his abrupt descent, But no one could identify the corpse. Then there's a Priest amissing — these are thing-s F I K M I L I A X ., 123 Portentous in themselves, and very strange. Further, there's some slight scandal noised abroad About the niece of an Inquisitor — I name no names — who may have been, perchance, Somewhat too credulous. 'Tis a strange w'orld ! Are you acquainted with Firmilian? FIRST GENTLEMAN. But slightly, sir : I've held a bet or so AVith him upon the bull-iights. Why d'ye ask ? SECOND GENTLEMAN. Because (in coniideiice), I think 'twere wise To close your book with him. I heard it said, Not many days ago, that his old uncle. The Dean of Salamanca, had expired. And left him all his wealth. Heaven bless you, sir, 1 have a turn for genealogy. And, by my reckoning, he is no more kin To the old Dean than to the Holy Pope ! 124 FIKMIL^AN. I may be wrong, you know — but in such matters 'Tis prudent to be sure. There are reports, On whicli I shall not dwell, which ma]ut dealt in hedge-hogs ! Is it taken down ? F I K M I I. T A N . 131 CHIEF INQUISITOR. It is, my reverend brother. Santillane — On with yonr story. SECOND FAitlLIAK. - Warily lie talked Of magic circles, skulls, and fumigations — Of the great Devil, and his sulphurous stench — Of phantom beavers, and of bottle imps ; The bare recital of which monstrous things Made each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. I can depone no further. OLD INQUISITOR. Porcupines Are worse than hedge-hogs ! I.'VJ F I U Ar 1 I, I A N CHIEF LNQUISITOR. Is this Nicodemiis Still safe witliiji your reach ? FIRST FAMILIAR. liiglit holy sir, lie is. AVe deemed it wiser to defer His capture till we knew your reverend pleasure, In case Firmilian might take sudden wing. Moreover, I have sometliing yet to tell, Which, if not touching sorcery, may lean To worse than heresy. / CniKF INQUISITOR. Thy care is grout. Thoii art our best Familiar ; ami T think. E'en as thou speak'st, and lettest out the truth. The tVightcned fiends desei't the upper sky And oalni tlicir fhuiKhM- down. Sav out thv sav. FI KM I LI A. N. 13 FIRST FAMILIAK. I pray your reverend worsliips to believe I act not as spy. 'Tis not for me To mark the twinkling of a lady's fan, To lurk behind church pillars, or to note The course of fervid glances. Such things lie Beyond my office ; and I know full well That they are oftentimes assumed to hide Most faithful service to our Holy Church ; And, therefore, I repeat, I am no spy. CHIEF INQUISITOR. I have still found thee — ^as the Church hath done- Discreet within thy function. Didst thou know Aught that might appertain to one of us, Or to the honor of our nearest kin, I do believe that thou wouldst rather dare Expose thyself upon the stretching rack Than speak out openly. 134 K I U M I I. I A N . SEVERAL INQUISITORS. We do believe it ! « FIRST FAMILIAR. Therein you understand me thoroughly. I am the poor Familiar of this House, And for the movements of such holy sirs, And of tlieir households, have no eyes at all, Save at their pleasure. But Firmilian's case Demands a full divulgenient. OLD INQUISITOR. Very right! I <>;ather from this talk tliercVsomethinii: wrontj About Firmilian's morals. I have been For three score years and ten Inquisitor ; And always have observed tliat heretics Are faulty in their morals. Tell us all. FT KMT LI AX. 135 FIRST FAMILIAR. Three weeks ago — 'twas but a week before The death of the three students — there appeared Within a lonely cottage in the wood, Hard bordering on the skirts of Badajoz, An Indian maiden. She was dark as night, And yet not unalluring, as I heard From Santillane, my comrade — SECOND FAMILIAK. Holy sirs, I swear such language ne'er escaped my lips ! I only said that in a heathen's eye She might find favor. OLD INQUISITOR. Doubtless so she would. I do remember, fifty years ago, A very comely damsel of that kind, 180 FIRMIL TAN. Purveyed, I think, from inner Africa — I never saw a more voluptuous shape. ]>ut to your story — FIRST FAMILIAR. Every day since then Ilatli young Firmilian stolen to her bower With utmost secresy. What passeth there I know not. But men say she sings by night Mysterious ditties in an unknown tongue, Of such unnatural and thrilling sort, That the scared nightingales desert their boughs. And evil birds of omen flit around To list the Indian's music. CHIEF INQUISITOU Is it so ? Tliat shall be also looked to heedfully. Tl)e tiend hath many snares, and it may be That, in the likeness nf a dusky (pieen, F I R M I r. I A X . 137 lie sends an agent hither. Wliat I know Of this Finniliau makes me fear the worst : Yet it were wise to wait. I'll set a trap Shall lure him to his ruin. Go we hence ; And in the inner casket of our hearts Be all our secrets locked. Put out the lights ! " [The tm^ches are extinguished. 138 riRMILlAN SCENE XIII. Among the Mountains. Enter Firmilian. Wliy should I strive to comprehend the charm Of savage nature, or to fill my mind With thoughts of desolation, meanly filched From those rude rocks, and chasms, and cataracts ? AVhy, none but fools affect to seek them now For the mere sense of grandeur. To a painter, Von crag might seem magnificent indeed, With its bold outline. A geologist AVould but regard it as a pillar left To mark some age that was pre-Adamite, And, witli his hammer, excavate the bones Of brutes that revelled in llie oozy slime, Ere yet a bud had l)urst in Eden's bower. F I li M I I. I A X . 139 Here is a terrace on the mountain side. '5 As stately as the ever-watched approach Unto the palace of the greatest king. Your man of science cares not for its sweep, Nor aught around that might attract the eye ; — He calls it a sea-margin, and exhumes The withered fragment of a cockle-shell, In proof of his averment, with more pride Than if he stumbled on a costly gem. O, there is room for infinite debate In a stray boulder; and the jagged streak Upon the surface of a harmless stone, May be the Helen to some future host Of glacier-theorists ! Such men are wise. They overlook the outward face of things ; Seek no sensation from the rude design Of outward beauty ; but fulfil their task Like moles, who loathe the gust of upper air. And burrow underneath ! 140 F I ro[ I L I A X . Tliree days liave I Been wandering in this desert wilderness In search of insjiiration. Horrid thonghts, Phantasms, chiniosras, tortnres, inward spasms, Disordered spawn of dreams, distracting visions, Air-shrieks and hannting terrors were my aim — Yet nothino: comes to fri^-ht me ! How is this? Grant that my former efforts were in vain ; At least the death of yon poor Ilaverillo Might be a mill-stone tied around my neck, And sink me t(» despair ! It is not so. I rather feel triumphant in the deed, And dniw i'resh courage fj'um the tliought of it. Were all my creditors disposed like him, Methinks the sunshine would be Nvarmer still ! Hold — Let me reckon closely with myself! Could my weak hand put l)ack the clock of time To the same point whereon its index lay When first the thought of murder crossed my soul — Could I undo, even by a single word, F I K M I L I A N 141 All my past actings, and recall to life The three companions of my earlier years — The nameless crowd that perished in the chnrcli— The guileless poetaster — and the rest Who indirectly owe their deaths to me — Would I exert the power 'i Most surely not. Above the pool that lies before my foot A thousand gnats are hovering — an hour hence They'll drop into the mud ! Should I lament That things so sportive, and so full of glee, So soon must pass away ? In faith, not I ! They all will perish ere the sun goes down, And yet to-morrow night that self-same pool Will swarm with thousands more. What's done, is I'll look on it no further. [done. But mv work--- That grand conception of my intellect. Whereby I thought to take the world by storm- That firstling of my soul— my tragedy— What shall become of it i 142 F I K M I L I A N . Alas ! I fear I have mista'en my bent ! AVhat's Cain to me, Or I to Cain ? I cannot realize His wild sensations — it were madness, then, For me to persevere. Some other bard W^ith weaker nerves and fainter heart than mine Must gird him to the task. Tis not for me To shrine that page of history in song. And utter such tremendous cadences, 1'hat the mere babe who liears them at the breast, Sana comprehension, or tlie power of thought, Shall be an idiot to its dying hour ! I deemed my verse would make pale Hecate's orb (irow wau and dark ; and into ashes change The radiant star-dust of the milky-way. I deemed that pestilence, disease, and death, Would follow every strophe — for the power Of a true poet, prophet as he is, Siiould rack creation ! Get thee gone, my dream — ^' I U M 1 L I A X 143 My long-sustaining friend of many days ! Henceforth my l>rain shall be divorced from thee, Nor keep more memory of the wanton past Than one who makes a harem of his mind, And dallies with his thoughts like concubines ! Yet something must be done. 'Twere vile for me To sink into inaction, or remain Like a great harp wherein the music lies Unwakened by the hand. What if I chose A theme of magic ? That might take the ear, For men who scarce have eyesight tu discern What daily passes underneath their nose, Still peer about for the invisible. 'Twere easy now to weave a subtile tale Of ghosts and goblins, mermaids, succubi, Mooncalves and monsters — of enchanted halls. Wide-waving tapestry, haunted corridors — Of churchyards shadowed by mysterious yews. Wherein white women walk and wring their hands — Of awful caverns underneath the sea, 144: !• 1 K M ILIA i\ . Lit bj the gliimiier of a demon's eyes — Of skeletons in armor, phantom knights Who ride in fairy rings — and so revive The faded memories of our childish years With richer color. Bah ! — the time is ])ast When such-like tales found audience. Children now Are greatly wiser than their fathers were, And prattle science in the nursery. Raw-head-and-bloody-bones no longer scares The inmate of the cradle into rest ; And that tremendous spectre of the North, The chimney-haunting 13oo-man comes no mure, With hideous answer, to the nurse''s call. Yet something do I knoAV of magic too, And might have further sounded in its deep, But for the terror that o'ermastered nic In my first essay. Scarcely had I read Ten lines of incantation, when a light. Like that of glow-worms pa^hncd upon graves, (ilurcd from the sockets of ;i Ucslilcss skull. F I R M I L I A N . 145 And antic shapes ran howling round the ring, And scared me to distraction. With the fiend I'll have no further traffic ; for I dread Both him, and that which is opposed to him, The ruthless Inquisition. I'll no more Of magic or its spells ! Wliat other theme Lies ready to my hand ? what impulse stirs My being to its depths, and conjures up (As the young nymphs from sacred fountains rose) The best and fairest shapes of poetry ? Why — love, love, love ! — the master of the world — The blind impetuous boy, whose tiny dart Is surer than the Parthian javelin — Love, whose strong best all living things obey — Love, the lord-paramount and prince of all The heroes of the whirling universe. Was it not love that vanquished Hercules, What time he writhed in Dejanira's gown ? Was it not love that set old Trov on flame, i 14G FIR M I r, I A N . Withdrew Achilles from the Crrecian camp, And kept Ulysses bound in Circe's bower? AVas it not love that held great Sanison lirni Whilst coy Delilah sheared his lusty locks, iVnd gave him powerless to the Philistine '{ Was it not love that made Mark Antony a/ Yield up his kingdoms for one fervid kiss I'rom Egypt's ripest Queen ? What better theme Could be proposed than this? A graduate I, And an expert one too, in Cupid's lore — What hinders me to raise a richer song Than ever yet was heard in praise of love? Let the cold moralists say M'hat they will, rU set their practice boldly 'gainst my verse. And so convict them of hypocrisy. What text-books read their children at the schools? Derive they Latin from a hymnal source, Or from the works of rigid anchorites? Not so ! That hog of Epicurus' stye. The sensuous IToi-ace, ushers them alonj; FIRMILIAN. 14:7 To rancid Ovid. He prepares the way For loose Catullus, whose voluptuous strain Is soon dismissed for coarser Juvenal. Take we the other language — Is there much Of moral fervor or devout respect That can be gleaned from old Anacreon's lays, Or Sappho's burning starts? What pious lore Can the alembic of the sage extract From the rank filth of Aristophanes ? Is Lucian holy reading ? And, if not, Why, in the name of the old garden-god, Persist they in their system ? Pure indeed Must be the minds of those compelled to wade Through all the dunghills of antiquity. If they escape without some lasting stain. What do our moralists? To make things clear Which otherwise might 'scape the youthful sense, They write Pantheons — wherein you may read, In most exact and undisguised detail. The loves "f ,Iovo with all his -relatives. 148 F I K M I I. I A N . Resides some less conspicuous amours With Danae, Europa, and the like. What merrier jests can move the schoolboy's spleen, Than the rich talc of Vulcan and of Mars ; Or of Apollo, M'hen, in hot pursuit Of Daphne, 'stead of tresses in his hand, lie found a garland of the laurel leaves? Well-thumbed, be sure, the precious pages are That tell of Venus and of Mercury ! And shall the men, who do not shrink to teach Such saving doctrine to their tender sons. Accuse me if I shrine the same in verse. And with most sweet seductive harmony, i'roclaim the reign of Love o'er all the world ? Henceforward then, avaunt, ye direful thoughts That have oppressed the caverns of my brain ! I am discharged from guilt, and free from blood Which was but shed through misconceived desire! JIow glorious is the ligiitness of the soul That irieams witliin nic now ! [ am like one F I K M I L 1 A N . 1-19 Who, after hours of horrid darkness passed Within the umbrage of a thunder cloud, Beholds once more the liquid light of day Streaming above him, when the splendid sun Calls up the vapors to his own domain. And the great heap moves slowly down the vale, Muttering, in anger, for its victim lost ! Now could I roll, as gaily as a child. On the fresh carpet of the unsown flowers — Now could I raise my voice in innocent glee, And shout from cataract unto cataract — But that a single thought disturbs me yet ; My vow to Mariana — Will she bear That frank communion which I must achieve Ere yet ray song is perfect i She is 2:)roud, And somewhat overbearing in her walk, Yet there's no woman past the power to tame. A Count of Stolberg once, — a wedded man. Whose restless disposition drove him on To wear the cro&s. and tiiilit in Palestine — 15U I- 1 K M I I- 1 A N . Was taken captive by an Emir tliere, And 'scaped from prison solely by the aid Of the one daughter of his enemy. Tis said that, when he brought the damsel home, The Christian matron no remonstrance made. But took her, like a sister, to her heart, And the blest three lived on in unison. Why should 1 not revive the earlier days ? AVhy should tiie stately Mariana look More coldly upon Lilian, or that flower That 1 have gathered from the Afric plains, Than Rachel on her handmaid ? I can quote Sufficient texts to still her first harangue. If she be an;>Tv. Will she so endure? Kind Cupid, aid ! In this, I must be sure ! [JSmt. F I R M I L I A N . 151 SCENE XIV. A Garden. — Fikmilian. Mariana. FiRMILIAN. My Mariana! MARIANA. O my beautiful ! My seraph love — my panther of the wild — My moon-eyed leopard — my voluptuous lord ! O, I am sunk within a sea of bliss. And find no soundings ! FiRMILIAN. Shall I answer back ? As the great Earth lies silent all the night, And looks with hungry longing on the stars, 152 F I K M I L I A N . Whilst its liug-e heart beats on its granite ribs With measured pulsings of delirious joy — So look I, Mariana, on thine eyes ! MARIANA. Ah, dearest, wherefore are we fashioned thus ? I cannot always hang around thy neck And plant vermilion kisses on thy brow ; 1 cannot clasp thee, as yon ivy bush — Too happy ivy ! — holds, from year to year. The stalwart oak within her firm embrace. Mixing her tresses fondly up with his. Like some young Jewish maid with Absalom's. Nay, hold, Firmilian ! do not pluck that rose ! FIRMILIAN. Why not? it is a fair one. MAKIANA. Are fair things FIRMILTAN. 153 Made only to be plucked ? O fie on tliee ! I did not think my lord a libertine ! FIRMILIAN. Yet, sweetest, with your leave I'll take the rose, For there's a moral in it. — Look you here. 'Tis fair, and sweet, and in its clustered leaves It carries balmy dew : a precious flower, And vermeil-tinctured, as are Hebe's lips. Yet say, my Mariana, could you bear To gaze for ever only upon this, And fling the rest of Flora's casket by ? MARIANA. No, truly — I would bind it up with more, And make a fitting posy for my breast. If T were stinted in my general choice, I'd crop the lily, tender, fresh, and white, — The shrinking pretty lily— and would give Its modest contrast to the gaudier rose. 7 154 F I K ^r I r. i A N. AVliat next ? some flower that does not love the day, The dark, full-scented night-stock well might serve To join the other two. FIRMILIAN. A sweet selection ! Think'st thou they'd bloom together on one breast With a united fragrance ? MARIANA. Wherefore not ? It is by union that all things are sweet. FIRMILIAN. Thou speakest well ! I joy, my Mariana, To fi^id thy spirit overleaps the pale Of this mean world's injurious narrowness ! Never did Socrates proclaim a truth More beautiful than welled frqin out thy lips — " It is by union that all things are sweet." F 1 K 11 I I. I A N 155 Thou, darling, art my rose— my dewy rose— The which I'll proudly wear, but not alone. Dost comprehend me ? MARIANA. Ha ! Fir mi Han — How my eyes dazzle ! FIRMILIAN. Let me show you now The lily I have ta'en to bind with thee. • \_IIe brings Lilian //w?i the Summer-house. ^ MARIANA. Is this a jest, Firmilian ? FIKMILIAN. Could I jest AVith aught so fair and delicate as this ? Xay, come— no coyness I TJotli of yon embrace. 150 F I R M I L I A X. Then to my heart of hearts — MARIANA. Soft you a momefit ! Metliinks the posy is not yet complete. Say, for the sake of argument, I share My rights with this pale beauty — (for she's pretty : Although so fragile and so frail a thing, That a mere puff of April wind would mar her) — AVliere is the night-stock? FiRMiLiAN hrings Indiana from tJie tool-house. Here ! MARIANA. / A filtliy n egress ! Alxiiiiinable ! LILIAN. ]\rc'rey on mo! Mhiit liliilihcr lij)s she has! F I R M I I. I A N . 157 MARIANA, furiously to FIRMILIAN. You nasty thing ! Is this your poetry — Your high soul-scheming and philosophy ? I hate and loathe you ! {To Indiana.) — Rival of my shoe, Go, get thee gone, and hide thee from the day That loathes thine ebon skin ! Firmilian — You'll hear of this ! My brother serves the king. LILIAN. My uncle is the chief Inquisitor, And he shall know of this ere curfew tolls ! What ! Shall I share a husband with a coal '( MARIANA. Right, girl ! I love thee even for that word — The Inquisition makes most rapid work. And, in its books, that caitiff's name is down ! 158 r I K M I L r A N . FIRMILIAN. Listen one moment ! When 1 was a babe, And in my cradle puling for my nui-se, There fell a gleam of glory on the floor, And in it, darkly standing, was a form — MAKIANA. A negress, probably ! Farewell aAvhile — When next we meet — the faggot and the pile ! Come, Lilian ! [JikeutiL INDIANA. 1 shake from head to foot with sore affright — What will become of me? FIKMILIAN. Who cares? Good nio-ht! [Sce7ie closes. FIRM I LI AN. 159 SCENE XV. A Barren Moot. — Night — Mist and fog. Enter Firmilian. They're hot upon my traces ! Tlirough the mist I heard their call and answer — and but now, As I was crouching 'neath a hawthorn bush, A dark Familiar swiftly glided by, His keen eyes glittering with the lust of death. If I am ta'en, the faggot and the pile Await me ! Horror ! Rather would I dare, Like rash Empedocles, the Etna gulf, Than writhe before the slaves of bigotry. Where am I ? If my mind deceives me not, Upon that common where, two years ago, An old blind beggar came and craved an alms. Thereby destroying a stupendous thought 1 60 r I R M T T. I A X . Just burstinof in mv inind — a o-lorious bncl Of poesy, but blasted ere its bloom ! I bade the old fool take the leftM'ard path, Which leads to the deep quarry, where he fell- At least I deem so, for I heard a splash — But I was gazing on the gibbous moon. And durst not lower my celestial flight To care for such an insect-worm as he ! How cold it is ! The mist comes thicker on. 11a ! — what is that? I see around me lights Dancing and flitting, yet they do not seem Like torches either — and there's music too! I'll pause and listen. C/wru.s of Ignes Fatui. Follow, follow, follow ! Over hill and over hollow ; It is ours to lead the way. When a sinner's footsteps stray — Cheering him with light and song. FIBMILIAN 161 On his doubtful path along. Hark, hark ! The watch -dogs bark. There's a crash, and a splash, and a blind man's cry, But the Poet looks tranquilly up at the sky ! FIBMILIAN. Is it the echo of an inward voice, Or spirit-words that make my flesh to creep. And send the cold blood choking to my heart ? I'll shift my ground a little— Chorus of Ignes Fatui. Flicker, flicker, flicker ! Quicker still, and quicker. Four young men sate down to dine, And still they passed the rosy wine ; Pure was the cask, but in the flask There lay a certain deadly powder — Ha ! his heart is beating louder ! Ere the day had passed away. 1(32 J- 1 K M 1 I. I A X . Garcia Perez lifeless lay ! Hark ! his mother wails Al2jhonzo, Never more shall strong Alonzo Drink the wine of Ildefonso. FIRMILIAN. O liorror ! horror ! 'twas by me they died ; I'll move yet farther on — • Chorus of Ignes Fatui. In the vaults under Bursts the red thunder ; Up goes the cathedral, Priest, people, and l>cdral ! IIo! ho! ho! ho! HUMItJAN. My brain is whirling like a potter's wheel ! O Nemesis F I R M I L I A N . 163 Chants of Ignes Fatui. The muses sing in their charmed ring, And Apollo weeps for him who sleeps, Alas ! on a hard and a stony pillow — Haverillo ! Haverillo ! FIRMILIAN. I shall go mad ! Chorus of Ignes Fatui. Give him some respite— give him some praise — One good deed he has done in his days ; Chaunt it, and sing it, and tell it in chorus — He has flattened the cockscomb of ApoUodorus ! FIRMILIAN. Small comfort that ! The death of a shard-beetle, Albeit the poorest and the paltriest thing That crawls round refuse, cannot weigh a grain 1 64 F I K M I L 1 A N . Against the ponderous avuUiiiche of guilt That hangs above nie ! O nie miserable ! I'll grope my way yet further. Chm'us of Ignes Fatui. Firmilian ! Firmilian ! What have you done to Lilian ? There's a cry from the grotto, a sob by the stream, A woman's loud wailing, a little babe's scream ! How fared it with Lilian, Jn the pavilion, Firmilian, Firmilian ? FIRMILIAN. Horror ! I'm lost ! — Chorus of Tonus Fatui. Ho! ho! ho! Deep in the snow Lies a black maiden from Africa's shore ! F I B M I L I A N . 165 Hasten and shake her — Yon never shall wake her — She'll roam through the glens of the Atlas no more ! Stay, stay, stay ! 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