In sportive discipline well trained, and prompt Once more their loved Gustavus stands before And And. It has a glorious aspect. Away, thou 'skance and jaundiced eye of jealousy, Gust. How, my friend? Art. Some months are passed since in the With care emaciate, and unwholsome damps Aro. Now Sweden! rise and re-assert thy That poured upon my sight-Ye angels speak! rights, Or be for ever fallen. And. Then be it so. Arn. Lead on, thou arm of war, To death or victory!. Gust. Let us embrace. Why thus, my friends, thus joined in such a cause, You say the foe's at hand-Why let them come, Arn. O blessed voice! For Of fancy, tranced in bliss. She then approached, " And harmonized her motions Ah,' she cried, "Whose virtues have endeared thee to Gustavus?" Arv. Yes, yes, her lips Breathed forth that name with a peculiar sweet Our cause is ripe, and calls us forth to action. Tread ye not lighter? Swells not every breast trea-With ampler scope to take your country in, its And given thee up to freedom and Gustavus? And breathe the cause of virtue? Rise, ye Swedes! And this day's arm strikes forth decisive fate; -or save; -or a slave. [Exeunt. SCENE I.-The camp. ACT II. Enter CRISTIERN, Attendants, &c. TROLLIO meets him. Troll. ALL hail, most mighty of the thrones of The morn salutes thee with auspicious brightness, 'Till farther India glows beneath thy empire, Troll. Late last night, I sent a trusty slave to Peterson, And hourly wait some tidings. Crist. Think you-Sure The wretches will not dare such quick perdition. Troll. I think they will not-Though of old I know them All born to broils, the very sons of tumult; Waste is their wealth, and mutiny their birthright, And this the yearly fever of their blood, Torn out from peace, and sacred to rebellion, Crist. Monarchs they were not, He casts for liberty: but bends and turns Enter a Gentleman Usher, and several Peasants, who kneel and bow at a distance. Crist. What slaves are those? Gent. Of Sweden. From Angermannia, from Helsingia some, Some from the Gemtian and Nerician provinces. Crist. Their business. Gent. They come to speak their griefs. Crist. Their griefs! their insolence! How poor thy power, how empty is thy happi ness, When such a wretch, as I appear to be, Why, what are kings, if slaves can brave us thus? Go, Trollio, hold him to the rack-Tear, search him, Prove him through every poignance, sting him deep! [Exit Trollio with Arvida guarded. Enter a Messenger, as in haste. Crist. What wouldst thou, fellow? I am come fast and far, from even till morn, Five times I've crossed the shade of sleepless night, Impatient of thy presence. Crist. Whence? Mess. From Denmark; Commended from the consort of thy throne Crist. Your words would taste of terror- Nor dare to tremble here-For, didst thou bear sage. Mess. A secret malady, my gracious liege, Some factious vapour, risen from off the skirts Of southmost Norway, has diffused its bane, And rages now within the heart of Denmark. Crist. It must not, cannot, 'tis impossible! What, my own Danes! Nay, then, the world wants weeding, I will not bear it-Hell! I'd rather see lio! -Call Trol I'll have men studied, deeply read in mischiefs. Enter a Servant, who kneels and delivers a letter. Crist. What's to be done? Now, Trollio, now's the time To subtilize thy soul, sound every depth, vus Invades my sinking spirits, awes my heart, When was I vanquished, but when he opposed me? When have I conquered, but when he was absent? His name's a host, a terror to my legions; Troll, Be calm, my liege, And listen to a secret big with consequence, Crist, What of him? Troll. The same. Crist. My royal fugitive? Crist. Now, then, 'tis plain who sent him hi- Troll. Yes. Doubtful and distant; but a nearer view Thus steadily he passed, and mocked his fate. 3 R A tremor shook him; and his altering cheek She passed regardless-Strait his pride fell from him, And at her name he started. Then heaved a sigh, and cast a look to Heaven, While thus his soul's unseated, shook by passion, Crist. O empty hope! Impossible, my Trollio. Do I not know him, and the cursed Gustavus? Both fixed in resolution deep as hell, And proud as high Olympus! Troll. Ah, ny liege, No mortal footing treads so firm in virtue, Nor deviate with the bias. Some have few, Crist. Ay, any thing; out-bid ambition. Crist, Ha! Yes-our daughter too—if she can bribe him; But then to win him to betray his friend? Troll. O doubt it not, my lord-for if he loves, As sure he greatly does, I have a stratagem That holds the certainty of fate within it. Love is a passion whose effects are various ; It ever brings some change upon the soul, Some virtue, or some vice, till then unknown; Degrades the hero, and makes cowards valiant. Crist. True, when it pours upon a youthful temper, Open and apt to take the torrent in; It owns no limits, no restraint it knows, oppose; Even virtue rears in vain her sacred mound, Razed in its rage, or in its swellings drowned. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Opens, and discovers ARVIDA in chains; Guards preparing instruments of death and torture. He advances in confusion. Arv. Off, off, vain cumbrance, ye conflicting thoughts! Leave me to Heaven. O peace! It will not be Just when I rose above mortality, To pour her wondrous weight of charms upon me! At such a time, it was, it was too much! And lift me to myself! hold, bind my heart His head with glory, and his arms with conquest ; That breathes through Sweden! Worthiest to be styled Their friend, their chief, their father, and their king! Enter TROLLIO, Troll. Unbind your prisoner, Troll. You have your liberty, And may depart unquestioned. Arv. Do not mock me. It is not to be thought, while power remains, Troll. You wrong the native temper of his Cruel of force, but never of election: verse, Devoutly to be wished! but then the cause, The cause, my lord, must surely be uncommon. May I presume? Perhaps a secret. Troll. No or if it were, The boldness of thy spirit claims respect, Aro. Ha! Friend to Cristiern? Guard thyself, my heart! [Aside. Nor seem to take alarm-Why, good my lord, What terror is there in a wretch proscribed, Naked of means, and distant as Gustavus? Troll. There you mistake-Nor knew we till this hour The danger was so near- -From yonder hill Arv. I were too bold to question on the terms. I would do much to win a worth like thine, Arv. A sudden pain Just struck athwart my breast- -But say, my lord, I thought you named Cristina. Troll. Yes. Arv. O torture! What of her, my good lord? [Aside. Troll. I said, Gustavus claimed her for his bride. Arv. His bride! his wife! You did not mean his wife! Do fiends feel thus? [Aside. Down, heart, nor tell thy anguish! Pray excuse me; Did you not say, the princess was his wife? Whose wife, my lord? Troll. I did not say what was, but what must be. Arv. Touching Gustavus, was it not? Troll. The same. Arv. His bride! Troll. I say his bride, his wife; his loved Cristina, fancied in the very prime What, will the royal Cristiern e'er consent Troll. What should he do? War else must be eternal. Besides, some rumours from his Danish realms Make peace essential here. -all Arv. Yes, peace has sweets, That Hybla never knew; it sleeps on down, Culled gently from beneath the cherub's wing; No bed for mortals- -man is warfareA hurricane within; yet friendship stoops, And gilds the gloom with falsehood, smiles, and varnish! For still the storm grows high, and then no shore! No rock to split on! 'Twere a kind perdition Aro. Yes, that accomplished traitor, that While he sat planning private scenes of happiness, Arv. Name her not, Trollio; since she can't Gustavus! how, ah! how hast thou deceived me! Who could have looked for falsehood from thy brow, Whose heavenly arch was as the throne of virtue! Troll. What's to be done? Believe me, valiant I know not which most sways me to thy interests, My love to thee, or hatred to Gustavus. Arv. Would you then save me? Think, contrive it quickly! Lend me your troops-by all the powers of rengeance, Myself will face this terror of the north, Save, shield me from that thought. Arv. Where, Trollio, where? Ha! Yes, she comes indeed! her beauties drive Time, place, and truth, and circumstance before them! Perdition pleases there-pull-tear me from her! SCENE III. Enter CRISTINA, MARIANA, and attendants. Cristina. Forbid it, shame! Forbid it, virgin modesty! No, no, my friend, Gustavus ne'er shall know it. |