Guest. And by my troth, she is a pleasant prospect. And senseless gold grows proud within her clasp! Shame's crimson front glares through her crystal cheek, As to reveal-See how her downcast lid Veroni. Nay, I will have it so; come, sweet Erixine ! Make our ears happy. Erixine sings. I've woven a garland—a wreath for my love; And the fragile, the sensitive lily is there, -A type of his honour, untarnished and fair! A few rigid leaves, too, inserted, beside, Of the tall, stately fir-tree-to speak of his pride! And O! for his love, what so apt to entwine, As the tender, the graceful, the fond eglantine! Made for mirth and revelry, Wreathed around the brimming bowl,- -In the cup the tendrils dip, The mantling juice the blossoms sip; So nourished, shall it live and bloom for ever, The verdant margin of a rosy river! Marquess. O! ravishing sound!-echo's in love with it, And lingers on the air, in humble mimicry! Thanks, fair Erixine!— Look to the Marchioness! Faint?-overcome, sure, by the mingled odours! [To the Marchioness. Rear up thy heart-taste of this wine-so pale! What ails my mistress? March. I'll return anon; Speak my excuse, and let me seek my chamber, I shall find fitter time for being well. [Exit. Veroni. Thanks, fair Erixine!- my heart's sole queen! Sit thou by me!-and bid our jester here! Fellow! a savour of thy quality! -Not that of Ariadne on the rock, Or Leucothoe mourning for the sun, But make thy chaunt on some right merry theme,— We would be gay! Count. My lord! a moment stay, I would my lady-sister should be here ;— I'll seek the cause of her so long delay,— Is she, indeed, so sick? Exit, and, after a short space, returns, bearing the dead body of the Marchioness in his arms. Count. Ho! ho! a feast of death and ghostly guests! Murder's abroad-and martyrdom—and blood! Pour out your tears for wine; And turn your glowing tapers into corpse-lights. Alas, alas!—yet 'twas not her own act! "Twas thou, fair wickedness! that drugged the draught, ness! Away!--but hush! steal softly, lest ye waken her! [Scene closes. |