Scene VII

(Constantinople. Market place, with citizens lounging about. In the centre, the palace of the Patriarch, to the right, a convent, to the left a grove. Adam as Tancred, in the prime of life, with other knights returning from the crusade of Asia. Waving banners and flourish of trumpets. Lucifer as his halberdier. Evening; later, night.)

FIRST CITIZEN.
Here comes again another savage horde.
Come, let us flee, and bolt our doors and gates !
They come to plunder, and are desperate.

SECOND CITIZEN.
Our women save; take heed! these brutes in mail
The pleasures of the harem too well know.
FIRST CITIZEN.
Our women too, the rights of conquerors.

ADAM.
Stop, men ! don't run ; why run away from us
Or see ye not this holy symbol here
Fraternally that binds us to one aim?
Into the heart of Asia we have borne
The light of our true faith, the law of love
To countless millions of barbarians,
Where our redeemer's holy cradle stood;
And 'mong you here, is there no charity?

FIRST CITIZEN.
We've heard such speech before, and often too,
When lo! fire brands into our houses flew.
ADAM (To the knights.)
This is, behold, the awful curs'd fruit,
Which grows, when we permit such robbers vile, —
Waving the holy banner in their hands, —
Our plans to prostitute, and this must be
The sad result, when cowardly flattery
Of the passions of the mob ahead
Doth press and take the lead. My knightly friends,
As long as with unblemished honor, we
Can draw the sword, for valor and defense
Of womankind, and glory of our God;
So long can we insist, that Providence
Has sent us forth, to curb those demons foul ;
Despite their own base selves, to lead them back
To paths of virtue, which all men once trod,
Performing deeds sublime, and praising God.

LUCIFER.
Fair words thou speakest, Tancred, but if still
No longer by the people recognized
Wert thou, as leader?

ADAM.
Where the spirit is,
There is the victory, conquer I must.

LUCIFER.
But if they too this spirit have, wilt thou
Descend to them?

ADAM.
But why should I descend?
Were it not nobler them to elevate?
But to resign the dangers of the combat
In battle, because alone, were just as mean,
As small-souled, as with envy to reject
A comradeship in glorious victory.

LUCIFER.
Well ! well ! what has become of that great thought
For which the martyrs in the circus died?
And individual liberty is this?
'Tis of fraternity a wondrous sort.

ADAM.
Mock not, nor for one moment e'en believe
That I, the glorious teachings do not heed.
They fill my soul. Let him who feels himself
Inspired by the holy spark, go on,
And if he reaches us, with real joy
We will receive him in our midst, and then
A sword thrust raises him into our order.
But we must guard with vigilance the treasures
Of our order, while fermenting chaos
Prevails therein, while men still disagree.
Ah! were it here, ah! were it here, the day,
That day, when our redemption full shall be,
When all the barriers fall, when all is pure.
But I would doubt the advent of that day
If our Almighty God himself were not
The founder of the mighty work. My friends,
Ye see how we have been received, as waifs
Among the city's murm'ring populace;
So naught is left us now, but in yon grove,
Our camp to pitch, as we were wont to do
Among the pagan folk. A better time
Will come — March on, and I will join you there;
Each knight will answer for his retinue.

(The crusaders withdraw.)

(Lucifer laughs mockingly.)

LUCIFER.
A pity, that thy sentiments sublime,
Once more should like the famous apple prove;
Fair to the eye, but rotten to the core.

ADAM.
Hold! Hold! must e'er all things deride and scorn?
Hast thou foresworn all nobler sentiments?

LUCIFER.
If I believed, what then would it avail,
Thy kind believing not? This knightly order,
Which like a lighthouse, 'mid the ocean's waves
Thou'st set, sometime, a ruin standing there,
Its lights extinguished, will become a reef,
More perilous to the brave mariner
Than many others, which had never light.
All things that live, their blessings strewing round,
In time must die, the soul will take its flight;
The body liveth on, a carcass vile
Exhaling all its deadly miasmata,
In the new world, which 'round it doth unfold.
See, thus inherit we, from bygone times,
All that is grand.

ADAM.
Our order, now sublime,
When once it does dissolve, the holy doctrines
Will have permeated all the races,
Then there will be no danger more.

LUCIFER.
This Holy Word, it is, which I contend,
Becomes a curse, one which some day will rend
The whole of Christendom. This Holy Word
You twist and turn, until grown quite absurd;
You file and rasp, you sharpen and you split,
'Till it for bedlam makes man fit :
Although exact conceptions no man can
E'er grasp, you still will scrutinize and scan.
Look at this sword ; it could be more or less
In length; a sword it still remains, confess.
We could continue this to weariness;
The exact boundaries we cannot guess.
I do admit thy senses feel the truth,
When on the whole a change occurs. Forsooth,
Why do I preach? This talk but wearies me,
Just look around and you will see.

(A few citizens have again come on the scene.)

ADAM.
My friends,
My people, weary, seek asylum here,
Perhaps not vainly, in the capital
Of Christendom.

THIRD CITIZEN.
It is a question, though,
If in your heresy, ye are not worse
Than pagans.

FOURTH CITIZEN.
Say, dost believe Homoousian,
Or Homoiousian?

ADAM.
I comprehend not.

LUCIFER.
Betray thyself not! This is most important
Here.

FOURTH CITIZEN.
See how he hesitates. He is
A heretic.

OTHERS.
Away from them, away !
Let us conceal ourselves within our homes.
And cursed be he, who offers them asylum.

(They disperse.)

(The Patriarch with his retinue, in princely pomp, comes out of his palace, followed by a crowd of friars leading some heretics in chains. Soldiers and populace in the rear.)

ADAM.
I am amazed! Tell me, what prince doth there
Approach, so haughty and aggressive?

LUCIFER.
This
The arch priest is, successor of the apostles.

ADAM.
And that bare footed, ragged tribe, leading
The fettered prisoners, with joy quite unconcealed,
Beneath that semblance of humility?

LUCIFER.
A host of friars, Christian cynics.

ADAM.
Ne'er
Amid my native mountains, saw I such.

LUCIFER.
But later, them wilt see them. Leprosy
Thou knowest, slowly spreads; but heed, that thou
Give no offense to this most virtuous people;
From this same cause, irreconcilable.

ADAM.
What virtue though, can such as these possess?

LUCIFER.
Mortification and self-abnegation
Their virtues are, which on the cross, thy Master
Once began.

ADAM.
Thereby he brought salvation
To the world; but God, these cowards blaspheme,
Like unto rebels, all his grace despising —
He who 'gainst a fly, as 'gainst a bear
Doth arm himself, and giveth battle, is
A fool.

LUCIFER.
But if they look upon the fly,
As if it were a bear, is 't not their right,
As real heroes of asceticism,
Is 't not their right, to chase to hell, those who
This life enjoy?

ADAM.
Like Thomas, do I see,
Believing not, but nearer, these delusions
Would I view.

(Stepping up to the Patriarch.)
My father, we are those
Who battled for the Holy Sepulchre,
And from our journey wearisome, we now
Would rest, but these receive us not, thou
Who art all-powerful, help us in our need.

PATRIARCH.
My son, to trifling work I can not now
Attend. God's glory and the people's weal
Require my judgment on the heretics,
That flourish as the weeds, exhaling 'round
Their poison, and although with fire and sword
We thin them out, with new strength, e'er they rise
And bring all hell upon us. Now, if ye
Are warriors and Christians, why seek ye there,
In distant lands, the Saracen? The foe
Is here more dangerous. Then rise! lay waste
The villages with women, children, age!

ADAM.
My father, dost not wish the innocent

PATRIARCH.
The reptile too is innocent when small,
Or when his tooth of venom he hath lost;
Dost spare him then?

ADAM.
Ah! truly dire the sin
Must be, that so inflames the Church, whose law
Is that of love!

PATRIARCH.
My son, he loveth not
Who flattereth the flesh, but who leads back
The erring soul if even at the sword's point
If needful be, on through the flame, to Him
Who said, " Not peace, but strife, unto the world
I bring." These wicked heretics are teaching
The myst'ry of the Holy Trinity,
Homoiousian, when naught, the church
Has taught but Homoousian as a tenet
Of the faith.

FRIARS.
Death unto them ! The stake
Burns even now.

ADAM.
Give up, my friends, the " i,"
A greater blessing waits the sacrifice,
In battling for the Holy Sepulchre.

AGED HERETIC.
O, Satan, do not tempt! for we shall lead
For the true faith, e'en as God hath ordained.
A FRIAR.
Ha ! bold art thou. Dost thou the true faith claim ?

AN AGED HERETIC.
Doth Rimini not speak for us, as well
As other synods numberless?

A FRIAR.
In paths
Of error wandered they, but Nicea
And others orthodox, did they so teach?

AGED HERETIC.
The partisans! how boldly they lead on
To argument with us, but answer now,
Where have ye, like to Arius, a father?
Or the two Eusebii?

FRIAR.
Have ye
An Athanasius then?

AGED HERETIC.
Your martyrs, though,
Where then are they?

FRIAR.
We have still more than you.

AGED HERETIC.
Fine martyrs, blinded by the devil's wiles,
To death condemned. Ye are great Babylon
I say, the whore, of whom St. John doth say,
She shall be wiped from off the earth.

FRIAR.
And ye,
The seven-headed dragon, antichrist,
Of whom St. John doth speak. Knaves and swindlers
Are ye all, companions of the devil.

AGED HERETIC.
Robbers, serpents, whorers, jugglers, ye!

PATRIARCH.
Away with them ! We have delayed too long,
For our God's glory. To the stake with them!

AGED HERETIC.
For God's glory, well thou sayest, knave;
For God's glory, falls the sacrifice.
Ye are the stronger ones, and have your will;
But heaven will judge, if good your deeds. E'en now
Your hours of sin are told, for from our blood,
New warriors will be born, for thought will live.
The fire that upward flames, will light the world
For future centuries. Then come, my friends,
Unto this death of glory, let us go!
THE HERETICS (Singing in chorus.)
My God, my God! why hast thou forsaken
me? and why art thou so far from helping me, and
from the words of my roaring?
Oh. my God, I cry in the day time, but thou

hearest not, and in the night season, and am not
silent.
But thou are holy. — (XXII Psalm.)

THE MONKS (Breaking into the song.)
Plead my cause, Oh Lord, with them that
strive with me, fight against them that fight against
me.
Take hold of shield and buckler and stand
for mine help.
Draw out also the spear and stop the way
against them that persecute me. — (XXXV Psalm.)
(In the meantime, the Patriarch has resumed his march. Several friars with tracts mingle with the crusaders.)

LUCIFER.
Why standest thou, so dumb and fearful, say!
See'st thou a tragedy? As comedy
If thou dost view it, 'twill amuse thee well.

ADAM.
Ah, do not jest ! So for an " i ", they go
Resignedly to death! What then is high,
And what is great?

LUCIFER.
That which perchance to others
Is ridiculous. 'Tis but a hair
That these two conceptions doth divide;
A chord within the heart, that gives the verdict;
That judge mysterious, called sympathy,
Which defies, or killeth with contempt.

ADAM.
But why must all this sin before me rise,
This trivial strife in wisdom's proud domain,
This fatal venom, masterfully drawn
From out the brightest and the freshest flower?
And once I knew this blossom fair, in days
Of our blest faith's maturing time. Who was
The culprit who hath crushed it to the earth?

LUCIFER.
This culprit was but victory itself,
Which through a thousand interests, divides,
While peril binds and strengthens, thus creating
Martyrs, as among those heretics
One sees.

ADAM.
In truth, I'd cast aside my sword,
And northward to my native land would I
Return, where in the shade of ancient forests,
Honor and pure simplicity still live,
— Despite the subtle poison of the times, —
But for a voice that whispers to my soul ;
To me, 'tis given, to reform the age.

LUCIFER.
Vain effort! As an individual,
You wilt accomplish naught against the age ;
'Tis a stream, which bears along, or sinks;
Wherein each one must swim, and none control.
Those whom the chronicler calls great, are those
Who comprehend their time, but give not birth
To new ideas, for never comes the dawn
At crowing of the cock, but when the dawn
Approaches, then the cock doth crow. See! those
Who in their fetters rush to martyrdom,
With scorn upon them heaped, a generation
In advance can see ; now 'bout them, dawn
Ideas new, for which they die ; their offspring
Will imbibe them with the air, unwitting.
But leave we this, and look a little, there
Toward thy camp. What do those dirty monks?
What wares sell they? Of what, then, do they prate,
To that accompaniment of gestures wild?
Come, let us list.

A MONK.
Brave warriors and knights
Here is your greatest chance. This book indites
What's to be done in your most sorry plights ;
This book will show how long your souls in hell
For theft, or for church robbery must dwell ;
How long for fornication or for rape.
It teaches also, how you can escape
Hell's tortures, by the payment of a fine ;
How much it is, this book will here define.
The rich man pays each year, a score and odd
Soldi, though the poor appeases God
With three ; and if he cannot pay e'en three,
The peace of his poor soul may purchased be,
By several thousand lashes well applied.
Come, buy my books, your conduct's surest guide.

THE CRUSADERS.
This way with it to us, here, saintly father!

ADAM.
You wicked purchasers, and sellers too!
Quick, draw the sword, and scatter this vile market.

LUCIFER.
Your pardon, but this monk is my old comrade
And I dislike not men like unto this.
If thus, God's glory can be heightened, then
Thereby, mine own is raised proportionately;
'Tis thou who art a little in the lurch.

(Eve, as Isaura, with Helen her maid, rushes, sobbing, to Adam, followed by crusaders, who steal away.)

EVE (Swooning.)
Protect me, hero!
ADAM (Lifting her up.)
Rise, O noble dame!

Here art thou safe, but raise those beauteous eyes
Entrancing! Ah! what hath befallen her?

HELEN.
We were enjoying nature's beauties there,
Within our garden's deepest shaded bower ;
While thoughtless resting on the turf an hour,
We listened to the nightingale, with keen
Delight, and sang ourselves, when lo ! between
The shrubs, appeared two burning lustful eyes ;
Affrighted, we had but the time to rise
And run, pursued, oh! think of it — by four
Of your crusaders we had not seen before,
And panting, with tremendous strides, they flew
And almost caught us, when we came to you.

ADAM.
I scarcely know if I could breathe a prayer,
For her to wake ; she like a vision fair,
Might vanish. How can a body be so noble,
Spiritual, and adorable?

LUCIFER.
Spiritual body! Fate indeed,
Could not chastise the lover more than heed
His insane wishes, make him realize
All that in her he doth idealize.

ADAM.
Methinks, e'er this, that thou to me wert known,
That we together stood, before God's throne.

LUCIFER.
By all things, I beseech thee, when alone,
Make love as pleaseth thee, and sigh and moan.
That which delectable may be, for two,
Is to a third, insipid, that eschew.

ADAM.
She wakes — she smiles! I thank thee, God on high.

EVE.
For saving me, brave knight, how e'er can I
Thank thee?
ADAM.
Thy gentle speech is sweet reward.

LUCIFER (To Helen.)
Meager enough. But dost thou regard
My claim in gratitude from thee?

HELEN.
That's good!
Why do I owe thee any gratitude?

LUCIFER.
Dost think, that where the knight saves lady fair,
He also saves the abigail? I swear,
That's vain conceit If dames are saved by knights,
Then for the ladies' maids the esquire fights.

HELEN.
What do I gain? If grateful I to thee
It is as if thou had'st not rescued me;
If not, still, I were damned. The four men who
Pursued us now, to give them their just due, —
Were after all not ill.

ADAM.
Fair lady where
Wilt thou be led?

EVE.
Before us over there,
The convent's door.

ADAM.
The convent's door, hast said?
Shall with its closing all my hopes have fled?
A token give me, pray, which I may tie
Here to my cross, and let it signify
That while for Christ and his great cause I fight
'T will bring again this dream, so fair, so bright
That not too wearisome the waiting be
The years, beyond which, beckoneth to me
The prize.

EVE.
Here, take this ribbon.

ADAM.
But 'tis dark,
Not woe give me, fair lady, but the spark
Of hope.

EVE.
My pledge it is, for I in darkness grope.
Within the convent's walls, there is no hope.

ADAM.
Nor love; and yet where e'er thou art, sweet maid,
There must be love. Thou art not yet arrayed
As nun?

EVE.
With questions cause me no more woe ;
For grieve I must, to see thy sadness grow.
LUCIFER (To Helen.)
And will the convent door close too on thee?

HELEN.
Of course, but to the bottom of the sea,
The key's not thrown.

LUCIFER.
A thousand pities too,
For what fine elegies I then might hew.
From that sad circumstance.

HELEN.
Deceiving wight,
Begone ! away, away, out of my sight !

LUCIFER.
But why? My love to prove, I only strive,
And for the key, to ocean's depth I'd dive.
HELEN.
Ah! not so much, ask I of thee.

LUCIFER.
I go.
I feel the monster of the deep below ;
E'en now, he snaps at me.

HELEN.
Come back ! Of fear,
I'll surely die, if thou depart'st from here.
Thou'lt find the key upon my window sill.

ADAM.
Tell me thy name, at least, my prayers I'll fill
With breathings of it, show'ring blessings o'er thee,
For thou permit'st me not thy misery
To share.

EVE.
Isaura is my name, brave knight ;
And what is thine? for prayers to recite,
The nun beseems.

ADAM.
Tancred am I.

EVE.
God be
With thee, Tancred.

ADAM.
Oh! go not! hear my plea,
Isaura, or I'll curse the name which I
First heard thee utter, in the sad good-bye.
Swift passed the moment, even for a dream ;
If I know not the mystic golden seam
Of thy dark fate, I cannot even weave
This dream into a picture fair, believe.

EVE.
My father for the Holy Grave did fight,
While in his camp 'mong savages, one night
The brutal foe came on him unaware;
Seeing no hope, he solemnly did swear
Upon the cross, that should he win the strife,
And to his home return again, in life,
He'd dedicate to Virgin Mary mild
His little child, myself. — Good fortune smiled,
He won. Returning, he renewed his vow
Upon the Blessed Host, and I did bow
My will.

ADAM.
O Holy Mother, far above,
Thou pure embodiment of holy love!
And did'st thou then, not sore offended, turn
From that unholy vow, and did'st not spurn
Those, who of thy most godlike virtue, dare
To make but beastly mockery and snare,
And change Heaven's richest grace into a curse?

HELEN.
To hear my story now, art thou averse?

LUCIFER.
The story of thy life, I know is this,
Thou lov'dst and wert betrayed, but not amiss,
Thou lov'dst again, this time thou didst deceive?
Then still another love, who I believe
But bored and wearied thee. Thy heart's now void
And waits, with a new love to be employed.

HELEN.
Peculiar! Is the devil himself in thee?
But, that thou couldst believe my heart were free
At present, did I not think thee so poor.

LUCIFER.
My Lord, make haste, for thou can'st not endure
The sad words of the last farewell to bid,
While of my conquest, I can scarce get rid.

ADAM (To Eve.)
Each word of thine is like a poisoned dart
Give me one kiss, to heal my wounded heart.

EVE.
Brave knight, what dost thou ask? Thou'st heard
my vow.
ADAM.
Ay ! but my love for thee, thou must allow.

EVE.
Thou art, or can'st be happy yet, but how
Can I forget? My strength is waning now ;
I go — farewell — we'll meet in Heaven some day.

ADAM.
Farewell. The memory of this hour, for aye
I'll guard.

HELEN.
Ah! coward, must I do all! (aloud.) The key,
Will in the window be, not in the sea.
ADAM (Rousing himself.)
Now let us go.

LUCIFER.
It's late, and all is o'er.
Such is thine insane race; from shore to shore
They float Women, you men regard one day
As tools, to satisfy the lustful play
Of all your beastly passions, with brute glee
You wrest the pollen of the poetry
From her fair cheek, robbing yourselves, thereby
Of love's most precious blossom. Ah! what fools
You are ! Another sentiment then rules :
To-morrow, then, you place her side by side
With God, upon his altar deified!
For her ye vainly strive brave war's alarms,
Until unfruitful, fade her sterile charms,
But why not recognize her, honor too,
In her own woman's sphere, as is her due?
(In the meantime, it has grown dark. The moon rises. Isaura and Helen at the window.)

EVE.
How longingly he gazed, this hero brave,
E'en trembled as so lovingly he gave
His promise sweet, but virtue and my vow,
But sacrifice and suffering allow.

HELEN.
'Tis wonderful, how foolish is our sex!
If prejudices, which harass and vex,
We overcome, we run like to the brute
To satisfy our lust: each attribute
Of worth eschew and sink into the mire.
And if not so, if we curb all desire,
Then of our shadows e'en afraid we are.
Ourselves of all delights of love debar,
And suffer all our charms to fade and dry,
Ourselves and others, sweetest joys deny.
Why follow not a medium line or road?
What's wrong, in just a harmless episode?
A tender scene, in strict propriety?
But woman's soul, extremes alone can see.

EVE.
Helen, look! See, is he still standing here
For how could he so quickly disappear?
Oh, how I long for his dear voice, the sound.

ADAM (To Lucifer.)
Is she still at the window! Look around!
Will she not then one glance send after me?
Once more would I her radiant beauty see.
Isaura, pardon me that still I'm here.

EVE.
For both of us, 'twere better if elsewhere
Thou wert. The heart's wounds quickly heal, but stir
The heart strings, sorrows new we then incur.

ADAM.
And fear'st thou not to look upon the night,
Which like a mighty heart with love replete,
Doth throb, where all but we in love delight?
Fair nature's voice, will it not rouse the sweet,
The magic charm of love?

EVE.
All this, believe,
I, too, as in a fairy dream, perceive,
A vision, as it were. On wings of air
I l&ar in dulcet tones a song most fair;
I see the smiling genii legionwise,
From flow'ring chalice and from shrub arise,
Fraternal kisses sending o'er and o'er;
But Tancred, they will speak to us no more.

ADAM.
Why no! Why not? Withstand can this frail wall,
The arm, which many a bulwark caused to fall,
In pagan lands?

LUCIFER.
The age to thee, saith " No ! "
And stronger 'tis than thou.

ADAM.
Who saith 'tis so?
(In the rear the fires of the friars have been lit.)

THE HERETICS (Singing in the distance.)
Deliver my soul from the sword, my darling from
the power of the dog.
Save me from the lion's mouth, for thou hast heard
me from the horns of the unicorns.
I will declare thy name unto my brethren, in the
midst of the congregation I will praise thee.
EVE.
Have mercy, God, upon their sinful souls!

ADAM (Horrified.)
That awful song!
LUCIFER.
Your nuptial hymn dost hear.

ADAM.
Ah, be it as it may ! for thee, sweet maid,
All things to suffer, I would have no fear.

THE MONKS.
Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion to-
gether that rejoice in my hurt.
Let them shout for joy and be glad that favor my
righteous course, yea let them say continually:
Let the Lord be magnified, which hath pleasure in
the prosperity of his servant.

(At the beginning of this psalm Adam had stepped in front of the convent door. From the tower comes the shriek of an owl, witches descend from all around, and in front of Adam a skeleton rises from the ground, and stands, threatening.)

EVE (Slamming the window.)
Oh, help me God!
THE SKELETON.
From this sacred threshold, go!

ADAM.
Who art thou, spectre?

SKELETON.
He who will bestow
His presence on thee, in her ev'ry kiss,
And each embrace thou stealest for thy bliss.

WITCHES (Jeeringly.)
Bitter harvest from sweet seeds ;
With the dove, the serpent breeds.
Isaura, thee we call!

ADAM.
What hideous shapes!
Are ye transformed, or I? I knew you once,
When ye did smile. What is reality
And what, delusion? And how your magic now
Enervates me!

LUCIFER.
How unexpectedly
I came upon this dear society.
How long have I awaited this great pleasure,
This lovely cohort of well-mannered witches.
The naked nymphs in boldness far excelling;
And this old comrade, spectral death, repulsive
Unto the sons of earth, doth parody
Stern virtue. Greetings, all ; a pity 'tis,
That I may not with you in gossiping
Here pass the night. (The apparitions vanish.)
Up, Tancred! thy beloved

Has closed her window. Why stand we in the night?
The breeze is chill, and thy reward will be,
The gout. Besides, Helen will soon be here,
And what then can I do? Methinks the devil
May never fall in love and make himself
Ridiculous forever, less'ning thus
His power. 'Tis marvelous that thus, mankind
With burning, with intense desire, doth yearn
For love, yet reapeth sorrow ; but the devil
Alone with icy heart is able, thus,
In time, from all to extricate himself.

ADAM.
Ah! bear me, Lucifer, to a new life.
For holy aims I have endured the strife,
And curses found, of misconceptions born;
And for the glory of our God — what scorn —
They're burning men alive! Oh, how I tried
For men, enjoyments nobler to provide;
To which, howe'er, they ruthless applied
The stamp. " This is a sin." I planted deep
The love of knightly virtues, tried to keep
The standard high. Ah! she herself applied
The deadly poniard, and my love has died.
Away from here, away! Let me be hurled
Into a new, into another world.
I've proven well my worth, and shown that I
Could bravely fight, and could myself deny
That which was dear to me. I'm not ashamed
To leave the place which I so boldly claimed.
Naught more in me, shall inspiration's glow
Again arouse. Let all things come and go;
The earth roll on, be it for woe or weal,
I shall not try to regulate its wheel.
Indifferently I'll look on, nor care
For aught; so let repose be now my share.

LUCIFER.
Then take thy rest, but I can scarce believe
Thy spirit's restless force will grant reprieve
For long, and strife again will conquer thee
In thy repose. Come, Adam, follow me!