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To light and shame, has, in his own security, B. Will. Since tre are sure to die, though I Found these.
could wish it were in better company (for I hate Mayor. Here seize them all-this instant: that fawning rascal, Mosby), I will tell the truth
[Alicia faints for once. He has been long engaged in an attair Look to the lady. This may be but feigned. with Arden's wife there; but fearing a discovery, Your charge but goes along with my suspicions. and hoping to get into his estate, hired us to hide Brad. And mine.
him. That's all. A. Fowl. And mine.
Mayor. And you the horrid deed performed ? Frank. First hear me, and then judge,
Shake. We did, with his assistance, and Green's Whether, on slight presumptions, I accuse them. and Michael's. These honest men (neighbours and townsmen all) Mayor. This letter proves Alicia, from the Conducted me, dropping with grief and fear,
first, To where the body lay: with them I took these Was made acquainted with
black design. notes,
B. Will. I know nothing of that; but if she Not to be trusted to the faithless memory. was, she repented of it afterwards. So, I think, Huge clots of blood, and some of Arden's hair,
you call a change of mind. May still be seen upon the garden-wall;
Mayor. That may avail her at the bar of hea. Many such rushes, as these floorsure strewed with,
ven, Stick to his shoes and gurments; and the prints But is no plea at our's (Alicia brought in). Bear Of several feet may in the snow be traced,
them to prison; ! From the stark body to the
Load them with irons, make them feel their guilt, теrу door!
And groan away their miserable hours, These are presumptions he was murdered here, Tili sentence of the law shall call them forth And that the assassins, having borne his corpse To public execution. Into the fields, hither returned again.
Alic. I adore Mos. Are these your proofs?
The unerring hand of justice; and with silence Green. These are but circumstances,
Had yielded to my fate, but for this maid, And only prove thy malice.
Who, as my soul dreads justice on her crimes, Frank. And this scarf,
Knew not, or e'er consented, to this deed. Knuwn to be Arden's, in the court was found, Mayor. But did she not consent to keep it seAll blood.
cret ? Mayor. Search them.
Mos. To save a brother, and most wretched Mich. I thought I'd thrown it down the well. friend.
[ Aside. Mayor. She has undone herself. Behold how Mayor. (To an Officer) Enter that room, and innocence search the lady there;
May suffer in bad fellowship.--And Bradshaw, We may, perhaps, discover more.
My honest neighbour Bradshaw, too: I read it (Officer goes out, and re-enters; in the With grief and wonder.
mean time, another Officer searches Brad. Madam, I appeal
you; as you are shortly to appear 1. Off. On Arden's wife I found this letter. Before a judge, that sees our secret thoughts, 2. Offi . And I this ring on Mosby.
Say, had I knowledge, or Mayor. Righteous Heaven !
Alic. You brought the letter, Well may'st thou hang thy head, detested villain! But well I hope, you knew not the contents. This very day did Arden wear this ring;
Mayor. Hence with them all, till time and farI saw it on his hand.
ther light Mos. I freely yield me to my
Shall clear these mysteries.
A. Fowl. If I'm condemned,
My blood be on his head, that gives the sentence. Offi. We've seized two men behind some stalks I'm not accused, and only ask for justice. of wood.
Frank. You shall have justice all, and rigorous Mayor. Well, bring them in.
justice. Black Will and SHAKEBAG brought in.
So shall the growth of such enormous crimes,
By their dread fate, be checked in future times. They answer the description;
Of avarice, Mosby a dread instance prove, But let them wait, till I have done with these. And poor Alicia of unlawful love! Heavens! what a scene of villany is here!
[Exeunt omnes. [Having read the letter.
DELIVERER OF HIS COUNTRY.
ANDERSON, chief lord of Dalecarlia. CRISTIERN, king of Denmark and Norway, and ARNOLDUS, a Swedish priest, and chaplain in usurper of Sweden.
the copper-mines of Dalecarlia. Trollio, a Swede, archbishop of Upsal, and vice- Sivard, captain of the Dalecarlians.
gerent to Cristiern, PETERSON, a Swedish nobleman, secretly of the
WOMEN. Danish party, and friend to Trollio.
Cristina, daughter to Cristiern. Laertes, a young Danish nobleman, attendant Augusta, mother to Gustavus, prisoners in to Cristina.
GUSTAVA, sister to Gustavus, a Cristiern's GUSTAVUS, formerly general of the Swedes, and child,
сатр. . first cousin to the deceased king.
MARIANA, attendant and confident to Cristina. Arvida, of the royal blood of Sweden, friend and cousin to Gustavus.
Soldiers, Peasants, Messengers, and Attendants.
Scene-Dalecarlia, e northern prorince in Sweden.
SCENE I.— The inside of the copper-mines of Ne'er hold their den, but where some glimmerDalecarlia.
May bring the cheer of morn. What, then, is he? Enter ANDERSON, ARNOLDUS, and Servants,
His dwelling marks a secret in his soul, with torches.
And whispers somewhat more than man about And. You tell me wonders !
him. Arn. Soft, behold, my lord,
Arn. Draw but the veil of his apparent wretch[Points behind the Scenes. edness, Behold him stretched, where reigns eternal night! And you shall find, his form is but assumed, The flint his pillow, and cold damps his covering! To hoard some wondrous treasure, lodged within. Yet, bold of spirit, and robust of limb,
And. Let him bear up to what thy praises He throws inclemency aside, nor feels
speak him, The lot of human frailty.
And I will win bim, spite of his reserve, And. What horrors hang around! the savage Bind him, with sacred friendship, to my soul,
And make him half myself,
Arn. 'Tis nobly promised;
But never can I dare to rest a hope
Arn. And yet, I trust,
ness, I greatly err, or this abandoned stranger Unknown, unfriended, compassed round with Hlad stepped the first for famne—though now hc wretchedness, seeks
Conceals some mighty purpose in his breast, To veil his name, and cloud his shine of virtues; Now labouring into birth. For there is danger in them.
And. When came he hither? And. True, Arioldus;
Arn. Six moons have changed upon the face Were there a prince, throughout the sceptered of night, globe,
Since here he first arrived, in servile weeds, Who searched out merit, for its due preferment, But yet of mein majestic. I observed him, With half that care our tyrant seeks it out And, ever as I gazed, some nameless charm, For ruin; happy, happy were that state, A wondrous greatness not to be concealed, Beyond the golden fable of those pure
Broke through his form, and awed my soul beAnd early ages. Wherefore this, good Heaven? fore him. Is it of fate, that, who assumes a crown,
Amid these mines, he earns the hireling's porThrows off humanity?
tion; Arn. So Cristiern holds.
His hands out-toil the hind; while, on his brow, He claims our country as by right of conquest, Sits Patience, bathed in the laborious drops A right to every wrong. Even now, 'tis said, Of painful industry- I oft have sought, The tyrant envies what our mountains yield With friendly tender of some worthier service, Of health, or aliment; he comes upon us, To win him from his temper; but he shuns Attended by a numerous host, to seize
All offers, yet declined with graceful act, These last retreats of our expiring liberty. Engaging beyond utterance: and, at eve, And, Sav'st thou?
When all retire to some domestic solace, Arn. This rising day, this instant hour, He only stays, and, as you see, the earth Thus chaced, we stand upon the utmost brink Receives him to her dark and cheerless bosom. Of steep perdition, and must leap the precipice, And. Has no unwary moment e'er betrayed Or turn upon our hunters.
The labours of his soul, some favourite grief, And. Now, Gustavus !
Whereon to raise conjecture? Thou
prop and glory of inglorious Sweden, Arn. I saw, as some bold peasants late deWhere art thou, mightiest man?-Were he but
Their country's bondage, sudden passion scized I'll tell thee, my Arnoldus, I beheld him, And bore him from his seeming; strait his form Then when he first drew sword, serene and Was turn’d to terror, ruin filled his eye, dreadful,
And his proud step appeared to awe the world : As the browed evening ere the thunder break; When checked, as though an impotence of For soon he made it toilsome to our eyes
rage, To mark his speed, and trace the paths of con- Damp sadness soon usurped upon his brow, quest.
And the big tear rolled graceful down his viIn vain we followed, where he swept the field;
sage. 'Twas death alone could wait upon Gustavus. And. Your words imply a man of much imArn. He was, indeed, whate'er our wish could portance. form him.
Arn. So I suspected, and at dead of night And. Arrayed and beauteous in the blood of Stole on bis slumbers; his full heart was busy, Danes,
And oft his tongue pronounced the hated name The invaders of his country, thrice he chaced Of-bloody Cristiern- -there he seemed to This Cristiern, this fell conqueror, this usurper,
pause; With rout and foul dishonour at his heels, And, recollected to one voice, he cried, To plunge his head in Denmark.
'O Sweden! O my country! Yet I'll save thee.' Årn. Nor ever had the tyrant known return, And. Forbear-he rises---Heavens, what maTo tread our necks, and blend us with the dust, jesty! Had he not dared to break through every law That sanctifies the nations, seized our hero,
Enter Gustavus. The pledge of specious treaty, tore him from And. Your pardon, stranger, if the voice of LIS,
virtue, And led him, chained, to Denmark.
If cordial amity from man to man, And. Then we fell.
And somewhat that should whisper to the soul, If still he lives, we yet may learn to rise, To seek and cheer the sufferer, led me hither,
Impatient to salute thee. Be it thine
Is briefly this; your friendship has my thanks, Alone to point the path of friendship out; But must not my acceptance: never
power shall wait upon thy fortunes. First sink, thou baleful mansion, to the centre ! Gust. Yes, generous man! there is a wond-And be thy darkness doubled round my head, rous test,
'Ere I forsake thee for the bliss of paradise, The truest, worthicst, noblest cause for friend-To be enjoyed beneath a tyrant's sceptre ! ship;
No, that were slavery-Freedom is Dearer than life, than interest, or alliance, The brilliant gift of Heaven, 'tis reason's self, And equal to your virtues.
The kin of Deity—I will not part it. And. Say-unfold.
And. Nor I, while I can hold it; but alas ! Gust, Art thou a soldier, a chief lord in Swe That is not in our choice. den?
Gust. Why? where's that power whose engines And yet a stranger to thy country's voice,
are of force That loudly calls the hidden patriot forth? To bend the brave and virtuous man to slavery? But what's a soldier? What's a lord in Sweden ? Base fear, the laziness of lust, gross appetites, All worth is fled, or fallen—nor has a life These are the ladders, and the grovelling foot Been spared, but for dishonour; spared to breed stool, More slaves for Denmark, to beget a race From whence the tyrant rises on our wrongs, Of new-born virgins for the unsatiated lust Secure and sceptered in the soul's servility. Of our new masters. Sweden! thou’rt no more! He has debauched the genius of our country, Queen of the North! thy land of liberty, And rides triumphant, while her captive sons Thy house of heroes, and thy seat of virtues, Await his nod, the silken slaves of pleasure, Is now the tomb, where thy brave sons lie speech-Or fettered in their fears. less,
And. I apprehend you. And foreign snakes engender.
No doubt, a base submission to our wrongs And, O'tis true.
May well be termed a voluntary bondage ; But wherefore? To what purpose ?
But think the heavy hand of power is on us; Gust. Think of Stockholm!
Of power, from whose imprisonment and chains When Cristiern seized upon the hour of
Not all our free-born virtue can protect us. And drenched the hospitable floor with blood; Gust. 'Tis there you err, for I have felt their Then fell the flower of Sweden, mighty names ! force; Her hoary senators, and gasping patriots. And bad I yielded to enlarge these limbs, The tyrant spoke, and his licentious band Or share the tyrant's empire, on the terms Of blood-trained ministry were loosed to ruin. Which he proposed—I were a slave indeed. Invention wantoned in the toil of infants No—in the deep and deadly damp of dungeons Stabbed on the breast, or reeking on the points The soul can rear her sceptre, smile in anguish, Of sportive javelins. Husbands, sons, and sires, And triumph o'er oppression. With dying ears drank in the loud despair And. O glorious spirit ! think not I am slack Of shrieking chastity. The waste of war To relish what thy noble scope intends; Was peace and friendship to this civil massacre. But then the means the peril! and the conscO heaven and earth! Is there a cause for this?
quence! For sin without temptation, calın, cool villany, Great are the odds, and who shall dare the trial? Deliberate mischief, unimpassioned lust,
Gust. I dare. And smiling murder? Lie thou there, my soul; O wert thou still that gallant chief, Sleep, sleep upon it ! image not the form Whom once I knew! I could unfold a purpose Of any dream but this, 'till time grows pregnant, Would make the greatness of thy heart to swell, And thou canst wake to vengeance.
And burst in the conception. And. Thou hast greatly moved me.
And. Give it utterance. tears start forth.
Perhaps there lie some embers yet in Sweden, Yes, let them flow, our country's fate demands Which, wakened by thy breath, might rise in them;
flames, I too will mingle mine, while yet 'tis left us And spread vindictive round-You say you know To weep in secret, and to sigh with safety.
me; But wherefore talk of vengeance? 'Tis a word But give a tongue to such a cause as this, Should be engraven on the new fallen snow, And, if you hold me tardy in the call, Where the first beam may melt it from obser- You know me nut-But thee I've surely known; vance.
For there is somewhat in that voice and form, Vengeance on Cristiern! Norway and the Dane, which has alarmed my soul to recollection; The sons of Sweden, all the peopled North, But 'tis as in a dream, and mocks iny reach. Bends at his nod: my humbler boast of power
Gust. Then name the man whom it is death Meant not to cope with crowns.
to know, Gust. Then what remains
Or knowing to conceal—and I am he.
And. Gustavus! Heavens! 'tis he ! 'tis he him- | And he, who breaks their sanction, breaks all self!
And infinite connection. Enter ARVIDA, speaking to a servant.
Arn. True, my lord. Aro. I thank you, friend, he's here, you may
And. And such the force I feel. retire.
Ary. And I. And. Good morning to my noble guest; you're All. And all. early!
[Gustavus walks apart. Gust. Know then, that ere our royal Stenon Aro. I come to take a short and hasty leave:
fell, 'Tis said, that from the mountain's neighbouring While thus my valiant cousin and myself, brow,
By chains and treachery, lay detained in DenThe canvas of a thousand tents appears,
mark, Whitening the vale-Suppose the tyrant there; Upon a dark and unsuspected hour You know my safety lies not in the interview- The bloody Cristiern sought to take my head. Ha! What is he, who in the shreds of slavery Thanks to the ruling power, within whose eye Supports a step, superior to the state
Imbosomed ills and mighty treasons roll, And insolence of ermine?
Prevented of their blackness, I escaped, Gust. Sure that voice,
Led by a generous arm, and some time lay Was once the voice of friendship and Arvida! Concealed in Denmark—for my forfeit head Arv. Ha! Yes'tis he !-ye powers! it is Became the price of crowns, each port and path Gustavus.
Was shut against my passage— 'till I heard Gust. Thou brother of adoption ! In the bond That Stenon, valiant Stenon, fell in battle, Of every virtue wedded to my soul,
And freedom was no more. O then, what bounds Enter my heart! it is thy property.
Ilad power to hem the desperate ! I o'erpassed Aro. I'm lost in joy and wondrous circum
Traversed all Sweden, through ten thousand foes, Gust. Yet, wherefore, my Arvida, wherefore Impending perils, and surrounding tongues, is it,
That from himself enquired Gustavus out. That in a place, and at a time like this,
Witness my country, how I toiled to wake We should thus meet? Can Cristiern cease from Thy sons to liberty! In vain-for fear, cruelty?
Cold fear had seized on all—Here last I came, Say, whence is this, my brother? How escaped And shut me from the sun, whose hateful beams
Served but to shew the ruins of my country. Did I not leave thee in the Danish dungeon ? When here, my friends, 'twas here at length I
Arv. Of that hereafter. Let me view thee first. found, How graceful is the garb of wretchedness, What I had left to look for, gallant spirits, When worn by virtue! Fashions turn to folly; In the rough form of untaught peasantry. Their colours tarnish, and their pomps grow poor And. Indeed they once were brave; our DaleTo her magnificence.
carlians Gust. Yes, my Arvida.
Have oft been known to give a law to kings; Beyond the sweeping of the proudest train, And as their only wealth has been their liberty, That shades a monarch's heel, I prize these weeds, From all the unmeasured graspings of ambition For they are sacred to my country's freedom. Have held that gem untouched-though now 'tis A mighty enterprize has been conceived,
fearedAnd thou art come auspicious to the birth, Gust. It is not feared-I say they still shall As sent to fix the seal of Heaven upon it.
hold it. Arv. Point but thy purpose -let it be to I've searched these men, and find them like the bleed
soil, Gust. Your hands, my friends!
Barren without, and to the eye unlovely, All. Our hearts.
But they've their mines within ; and this the day Gust. I know they're brave.
In which I mean to prove them, Of such the time has need ; of hearts like yours, Arn. O Gustavus! Faithful and firm, of hands inured and strong; Most aptly hast thou caught the passing hour, For we must ride upon the neck of danger, Upon whose critical and fated hinge And plunge into a purpose big with death. The state of Sweden turns. And. Here let us kneel, and bind us to thy side, Gust. And to this hour
I've therefore held me in this darksome womb, Gust. No, hold--if we want oaths to join us, That sends me forth as to a second birth Swift let us part, from pole to pole asunder. Of freedom, or through death to reach eternity. A cause like ours is its own sacrament;
This day, returned with every circling year, Truth, justice, reason, love, and liberty,
In thousands pours the mountain peasants forth, The cternal links that clasp the world, are in it, Each with his battered arms and rusty helm,