Man. Yet one word more -- am I forgiven?
Man. Say, shall we meet again?
Man. One word for mercy! Say, thou lovest me.
Phan. Manfred I
[The Spirit of ASTARTE disappears.
Nem. She's gone, and will not be
Her words will be fulfill'd. Return to the earth.
A Spirit. He is convulsed -- This is to be
And seek the things beyond mortality.
Another Spirit. Yet, see, he mastereth
himself, and makes
His torture tributary to his will. 530 Had he been one of us, he would have made
An awful spirit.
Nem. Hast thou further question Of our great sovereign, or his worshippers?
Nem. Then for a time farewell.
Man. We meet then! Where? On the
Even as thou wilt: and for the grace ac-corded
I now depart a debtor. Fare ye well!
A Hall in the Castle of Manfred,
MANFRED and HERMAN.
Man. What is the hour?
Her. It wants but one till sunset, And promises a lovely twilight.
Man. Say, Are all things so disposed of in the tower As I directed?
Her. All, my lord, are ready: Here is the key and casket.
Afan. It is well: Thou may'st retire. [Exit HERMAN.
Man. (alone). There is a calm upon
Inexplicable stillness! which till now
Did not belong to what I knew of life.
If that I did not know philosophy
To be of all our vanities the motliest, 10 The merest word that ever fool'd the ear
From out the schoolman's jargon, I should deem
The golden secret, -- the sought I 'Kalon,' found,
And seated in my soul. It will not last,
But it is well to have known it, though but once:
It hath enlarged my thoughts with a new sense,
And I within my tablets would note down
That there is such a feeling. Who is there?
Her. My lord, the abbot of St. Maurice
To greet your presence.
Enter the ABBOT OF ST. MAURICE.
Abbot. Peace be with Count
Man. Thanks, holy father! welcome to
Thy presence honours them, and blesseth those
Who dwell within them.
Abbot. Would it were so, Count! -- But I would fain confer with thee alone.
Man. Herman, retire. -- What would my reverend guest?
Abbot. Thus, without prelude: -- Age and
zeal, my office,
And good intent, must plead my privilege;
Our near, though not acquainted neighbour-hood,
May also be my herald. Rumours strange,
And of unholy nature, are abroad, 30 And busy with thy name; a noble name
For centuries: may be who bears it now
Transmit it unimpair'd!
Man. Proceed, I listen.
Abbot. 'T is said thou boldest converse
with the things
Which are forbidden to the search of man;
That with the dwellers of the dark abodes,
The many evil and unheavenly spirits
Which walk the valley of the shade of death,
Thou communest. I know that with man-kind,
Thy fellows in creation, thou dost rarely 40 Exchange thy thoughts, and that thy soli-tude
Is as an anchorite's, were it but holy.