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In sportive discipline well trained, and prompt Away, thou 'skance and jaundiced eye of jealousy,
Gust. How, my
friend? Arn. How will they kindle when, confessed to Ard. Some months are passed since in the view,
Danish dungeon, Once more their loved Gustavus stands before With care emaciate, and unwholsome damps them,
Sickening, I lay, chained to my flinty bed, And pours his blaze of virtues on their souls ! And called on death to ease me—strait a light Ary. It cannot fail.
Shone round, as when the ministry of heaven And. It has a glorious aspect.
Descends to kneeling saints. But 0! the form Aro. Now Sweden ! rise and re-assert thy That poured upon my sight-Ye angels speak ! rights,
alone are like her; or present Or be for ever fallen.
Such visions pictured to the nightly eye And. Then be it so.
Of fancy, tranced in bliss. She then approached, Arn. Lead on, thou arm of
The softest pattern of embodied meeknessTo death or victory!.
For pity had divinely touched her eye, Gust. Let us embrace.
And harmonized her motions-Ah, she cried, Why thus, my friends, thus joined in such a cause, Unhappy stranger, art not thou the man, Are we not equal to a host of slaves !
· Whose virtues have endeared thee to Gustavus?" You the foe's at hand—Why let them come, Gust. Gustavus did she say? Steep are our hills, nor easy
Arv. Yes, yes, her lips And few the hours we ask for their reception. Breathed forth that name with a peculiar sweetFor I will take these rustic sons of liberty In the first warmth and hurry of their souls; Loosed from my bonds, I rose, at her comAnd should the tyrant then attempt our heights, mand, He comes upon his fate—Arise, thou sun! When, scarce recovering speech, I would have Haste, haste to rouse thee to the call of liberty, kneeled; That shall once more salute thy morning beam, But ‘Haste thee, haste thee for thy life,' she cried; And hail thee to thy setting !
* And O, if e'er thy envied eyes behold Arn. O blessed voice!
Thy loved Gustavus, say, a gentle foe Prolong that note but one short day through Swe- * Has given thee to his friendship.?
Gust. You've much amazed me! Is her name And though the sun and life should set together, a secret? It matters not-we shall have lived that day. Arv. To me it is but you perhaps may Aro. Were it not worth the hazard of a life
guess. To know if Cristiern leads his powers in person, Gust. No, on my word. And what his scope intends ? Be mine that task; Ary. You too had
deliverer. Even to the tyrant's tent I'll win my way,
Gust. A kind, but not a fair one- -Well, And mingle with his councils. Gust. Go, my friend.
Our cause is ripe, and calls us forth to action. Dear as thou art, whene'er our country calls, Tread ye not lighter? Swells not every breast Friends, sons, and sires should yield their trea- With ampler scope to take your country in,
And breathe the cause of virtue? Rise, ye Swedes! Nor own a sense beyond the public safety. Rise, greatly equal to this hour's importance. But tell me, my Arvida, ere thou goest,
On us the eyes
of future ages wait, Tell me what hand has made thy friend its And this day's arm strikes forth decisive fate; debtor,
This day, that shall for ever sink- -or save; And given thee up to freedom and Gustavus? And make each Swede a monarch- or a slave, Arv. Ha! let me think of that! 'tis sure she
[Ereunt. loves him.
SCENE I.-The camp.
Is not the camel mute beneath his burden ?
Were they not born to bear? Away Shold! Enter CRISTIERN, Attendants, 8c. Trollio
come, meets him.
What would these murmurers? Troll. All hail, most mighty of the thrones of Gent. Most royal Cristiern, Europe !
They say they have but one-one gracious king, The morn salutes thee with auspicious brightness, And yet are bowed beneath a host of tyrants, No vapour frowns prophetic on her brow, Task-masters, soldiers, gatherers of subsidies, But the clear sun, who travels with thy arms, All officers of rapine, rape, and murder; Still smiles, attendant on thy growing greatness : Will-doing potentates, the lords of licence, His evening eye shall see thee peaceful lord Who weigh their sweat and blood, and heavier Of all the north, of utmost Scandinavia ;
shame, Whence thou may'st pour thy conquests o'er the Even as a feather puffed away in sport, earth,
The pastime of a gale. 'Till farther India glows beneath thy empire,
Crist. I'll hear no more. And Lybia knows no regal name but yours. I know ye, well I know ye, ye base supplicants !
Crist. Yes, Trollio, I confess the godlike thirst, Fear is the only worship of your souls; Ambition, that would drink a sea of glory. And ever where ye hate, ye yield obeisance. But what from Dalecarlia?
Wretches! shall I go poring on the earth, Troll. Late last night,
Lest my imperial foot should tread on emmets? I sent a trusty slave to Peterson,
Is it for you I must controul my soldiers, And hourly wait some tidings.
And coop my eagles from their carrion? Non Crist. Think you—Sure
Are ye not commoners, vile things in nature, The wretches will not dare such quick perdition. Poor priceless peasants? Slaves can know no proTroll. I think they will not--Though of old I perty : know them
Out of my sight !
[Exeunt Peasants. All born to broils, the very sons of tumult; Waste is their wealth, and mutiny their birth
Enter Arvida guarded, and a Gentleman. right, And this the yearly fever of their blood,
Arv. Now, Fate, I'm caught, and what remains Their holiday of war; a day apart,
is obvious. Torn out from peace, and sacred to rebellion. Gent. A prisoner, good my lord. Oft has their battle hung upon the brow
Crist. When taken? Of wild steep, a living cloud of mischiefs, Gent. Now, even here, before your tent; Pregnant with plagues, and emptied on the heads I marked his careless action, but his eye Of many a monarch.
Of studied observation
-then his port Crist. Monarchs they were not,
And base attire, ill suiting- I enquired,
Crist. Ha! observe.
slave? IIe casts for liberty: but bends and turns Silent! Nay, then— Bring forth the torture For him that leaps with boldness on his back,
thereAnd spurs him to the bit.
A smile! Damnation !-How the wretch assumes
The wreck of state, the suffering soul of majesty! Enter a Gentleman Usher, and several Peasants, What! have we no pre-eminence, no claim? who kneel and bow at a distance.
Dost thou not know thy life is in our power! Crist. What slaves are those ?
Arv. 'Tis therefore I despise it. Gent. My gracious liege, your subjects.
Crist. Matchless insolence ! Crist. Whence?
What art thou? Speak! Gent. Of Sweden.
Arv. Be sure no friend to thee; From Angermannia, from IIelsingia some,
For I'm a foe to tyrants. Some from the Gemtian and Nerician provinces. Crist. Fiends and fire! Crist. Their business.
A whirlwind tear thee, most audacious traitor! Gent. They come to speak their griefs. Arv. Do, rage and chafe; thy wrath's beneath Crist. Their griets! their insolence !
How poor thy power, how empty is thy happi- Crist. What's to be done ? Now, Trullio, now's ness,
the time When such a wretch, as I appear to be,
To subtilize thy soul, sound every depth, Can ride thy temper, harrow up thy form, And waken all the wondrous statesman in thee. And stretch thy soul upon the rack of passion! For I must tell thee, (spite of pride and royalty, Crist. I'll know thee I will know thee! Bear Of guarding armies, and of circling nations, him hence !
That bend beneath my nod) this cursed GustaWhy, what are kings, if slaves can brave us thus? Go, Trollio, hold him to the rack—Tear, search Invades my sinking spirits, awes my heart, him,
And sits upon my sluinbers—All is vain Prove him through every poignance, sting him Has he been daring, and have I been vigilant; deep!
Spite of himself he still evades the hunter, [Exit Trollio with Arvida guarded. And, if there's power in heaven or hell, it guards
him. Enter a Messenger, as in haste. When was I vanquished, but when he opposed me? Crist. What wouldst thou, fellow?
When have I conquered, but when he was abMess. O my sovereign lord,
sent? I am come fast and far, from even till morn, His name's a host, a terror to my legions; Five times I've crossed the shade of sleepless And by my tripled crown, I swear, Gustavus, night,
rather meet all Europe for my foe, Impatient of thy presence.
Than see thy face in arms ! Crist. Whence?
Troll. Be calm, my liege, Mess. From Denmark;
And listen to a secret big with consequence, Cominended from the consort of thy throne That gives thee back the second man on earth, To speed and privacy.
Whose valour could plant fears around thy throne:
Crișt, What of him?
Troll. The same.
Troll. Most certain. Mess. A secret malady, my gracious liege, Crist. Now, then, 'tis plain who sent him hiSome factious vapour, risen froin off the skirts
ther. Of southmost Norway, has diffused its bane, Troll. Yes. And rages now within the heart of Denmark. Pray give me leave, my lord-a thought comes
Crist. It must not, cannot, 'tis impossible !
[Pauses. wants weeding,
Your pardon for a question-Has Arvida I will not bear it-Hell! I'd rather see
E’er seen your beauteous daughter, your Cristina? This earth a desert, desolate and wild,
Crist. Never-yes possibly he might, that And, like the lion, stalk my lonely round,
day Famished and roaring for my prey- -Call Trol. When the proud pair, Gustavus and Arvida, lio!
Through Copenhagen drew a length of chain, I'll have men studied, deeply read in mischiefs. And graced my chariot wheels, but why the
question Enter a Servant, who kneels and delivers
Troll. I'll tell you. While even now he stood a letter, Crist. From whom?
I marked bis high demeanour, and my eye Sero. From Peterson.
Claimed some remembrance of him, though in Crist. To Trollio-Right,
[Reads. clouds How's this ?-Be gone
Doubtful and distant; but a nearer view Go all-without there--wait my pleasure. Renewed the characters effaced by absence. O curse! How hell has timed its plagues ! Yet, lest he might presume upon a friendship
Of ancient league between us, I dissembled, Enter TROLLIO.
Nor seemed to know him-On be proudly strode, Crist. Come near, my Trollio.
As who should say, back, Fortune, know thy disa We've heard ill news from Denmark—that's a tance ! trifle
Thus steadily he passed, and mocked his fate. But here's to blast thy eyes-read
When, lo! the princess to her morning walk Troll, Ha! Gustavus!
Came forth attended-quick amazement seized So near us, and in arins !
Arvida at the sight; his steps took root, Vol. L.
A tremor shook him; and his altering cheek Leave me to Heaven. O peace ! It will not Now sudden flushed, then fled its wonted colour;
beWhile with an eager and intemperate look Just when I rose above mortality, He bent his form, and hung upon her beauties. To pour her wondrous weight of charms upon Crist. Ha ! Did our daughter note him?
me ! Troll. No, my lord;
At such a time, it was, it was too much! She passed regardless—Strait his pride fell from To pluck the soaring pinion of my soul, him,
While, eagle-eyed, she held her flight to Heaven, And at her name he started.
O'er pain and death triumphant! Help, ye saints, Then heaved a sigh, and cast a look to Heaven, Angelic ministers descend, descend, Of such a mute, yet eloquent emotion,
And lift me to myself! bold, bind my
heart As seemed to say, Now, Fate, thou hast prevailed, Firm and unshaken in the approaching ruin, And found one way to triumph o'er Arvida! The wreck of earth-born frailty ! and, O Heaven, Crist. But whither would this lead?
For every pang these tortured limbs shall feel, Troll. List, list, my lord !
Descend, in ten-fold blessings, on Gustavus ! While thus his soul's unseated, shook by passion, | Yes, bless him, bless him ! Crown his hours with Could we engage hiin to betray Gustavus
joy, Crist. () empty hope! Impossible, my Trollio. His head with glory, and his arms with conquest; Do I not know him, and the cursed Gustavus ? Set his firm foot upon the neck of tyrants, Both fixed in resolution deep as hell,
And be his name the balm of every lip And proud as high Olympus !
That breathes through Sweden! Worthiest to be Troll. Ah, niy liege,
styled No mortal footing treads so firm in virtue, Their friend, their chief, their father, and their As always to abide the slippery path,
king! Nor deviate with the bias. Some have few,
Crist. I know thou hast a serpentizing genius, Ary. How?
Troll. You have your liberty, And trace her wanderings to the source of action. And may depart unquestioned. If thou canst bend this proud one to our purpose,
Ary. Do not mock me. And make the lion crouch, 'tis well—if not, It is not to be thought, while power remains, Away at once, and sweep him from remembrance. That Cristiern wants a reason to be cruel. Troll. Then I must promise deep:
But let him know I would not be obliged. Crist. Ay, any thing; out-bid ambition. He, who accepts the favours of a tyrant, Troll. Love?
Shares in his guilt; they leave a stain behind Crist, Ila! Yes—our daughter too—if she can
them. bribe him ;
Troll. You wrong the native temper of his But then to win him to betray his friend?
Troll. O doubt it not, my lord-for if he loves, Cruel of force, but never of election : As'sure he greatly does, I have a stratagem
Prudence compelled him to a shew of tyranny; That holds the certainty of fate within it. Howe'er, those politics are now no more, Love is a passion whose effects are various ; And mercy, in her turn, shall shine on Sweden.. It ever brings some change upon the soul,
Arv. Indeed! It were a strange, a blessed reSome virtue, or some vice, till then unknown;
verse, Degrades the hero, and makes cowards valiant. Devoutly to be wished ! but then the cause, Crist. True, when pouss upon a youthful The cause, my lord, must surely be uncommon. temper,
May I presume? Open and apt to take the torrent in;
Perhaps a secret. It owns no limits, no restraint it knows,
Troll. Nomor if it were, But sweeps all down, though Heaven and hell The boldness of thy spirit claims respect, oppose;
And should be answered. Know, the only man, Even virtue reårs in vain her sacred mound, In whom our monarch ever knew repulse, Razed in its rage, or in its swellings drowned. Is now' our friend; that terror of the field,
[Exeunt. The invincible Gustavus. SCENE II. Aro. Ha! Friend to Cristiern? Guard thyself,
Aside. Opens, and discovers Arvida in chains; Guards Nor seem to take alarm—Why, good my lord, prepuring instruments of death and torture. What terror is there in a wretch proscribed, He advances in confusion.
Naked of means, and distaut as Gustavus ? Arv. Off, off, vain cumbrance, ye conflicting Troll. There you mistake-Nor knew we thoughts!
till this hour
The danger was so near- -From yonder hill And all is
Faints. He sends proposals, backed with all the powers Troll. Help, bear him up. O potency of love, Of Dalecarlia, those licentious resolutes, That plucks this noble fabric from his base! Who, having nought to hazard in the wreck, Bend, bend him forward- Ile revives-llow Are ever foremost to foment a storm.
fare you? Arv. I were too bold to question on the terms. Arv. I know not-yet a dagger were most Troll. Notrust ine, valiant man, whoe'er friendly. thou art,
Return me, Trollio, Q return me back I would do much to win a worth like thine, To death, to racks! Undone, undone Arvida! By any act of service, or of confidence.
Troll. Is't possible, my lord ! the prince The terms Gustavus claims, indeed, are haughty; Arvida! The freedom of his mother and his sister, My friend!
Embraces him. His forfeit province, Gothland, and the isles, Aro. Confusion to the name ! [Turns. Submitted to his sceptre- -But the league, Troll. Why this, good Heaven? And whereThe bond of amity, and lasting friendship,
fore thus disguised? Is, that he claims Cristina for his bride.
Aro. Yes, that accomplished traitor, that You start, and seem surprised.
Gustavus, Aro. A sudden pain
While he sat planning private scenes of happiness, Just struck athwart my breast- -But say, my O well dissembled! He, he sent me hither; lord,
My friendly, unsuspecting heart a sacrifice, I thought you named Cristina.
To make death sure, and rid hiin of a rival. Troll. Yes.
Troll. A rival ! Do you then love Cristiern's Aro. O torture!
[Aside. daughter? What of her, my good lord ?
Arv. Name her not, Trollio; since she cæn't Troll. I said, Gustavus claimed her for his bride.
be mine : Aro. His bride! his wife!
Gustavus ! how, ah! how hast thou deceived me! You did not mean his wife! Do fiends feel thus ? Who could have looked for falsehood from thy
[Aside. brow, Down, heart, nor tell thy anguish! Pray excuse ine; Whose heavenly arch was as the throne of virtue! Did you not say, the princess was his wife? Thy eye appeared a sun to cheer the world, Whose wife, my lord ?
Thy bosom truth's fair palace, and thy arms, Troll
. I did not say what was, but what must Benevolent, the harbour for mankind.
Troll. What's to be done? Believe me, valiant Arv. Touching Gustavus, was it not?
prince, Troll. The same.
I know not which most sways me to thy interests, Ary. His bride!
My love to thee, or hatred to Gustavus. Troll. I say his bride, his wife; his loved Arv. Would you then save me? Think, conCristina !
trive it quickly! Cristina, fancied in the very prime
Lend me your troops— by all the powers of renAnd youthful smile of nature; formed for joys geance, Unknown to mortals. You seem indisposed. Myself will face this terror of the north, Aro. The crime of constitution-Oh Gustavus! This son of fame-this-0 Gustavus- What?
(Aside. Where had I wandered ?-Stab my bleeding counThis is too much !-And think you then, my lord
Save, shield me from that thought.
Ha! Yes, she comes indeed! her beauties drive Besides, some rumours from his Danish realms Time, place, and truth, and circumstance before Make peace essential here.
them! Arv. Yes, peace has sweets,
Perdition pleases there-pull-tear me from ber! That Hybla never knew; it sleeps on down, Yet must I gaze—but one but one look more, Culled gently from beneath the cherub's wing ; And I were lost for ever.
Exeunt. No bed for mortalsman is warfareA hurricane within; yet friendship stoops,
SCENE III. And gilds the gloom with falsehood, smiles, and varnish!
Enter CRISTINA, MARIANA, and attendants. For still the storm grows high, and then no Cristina. Forbid it, shame! Forbid it, virgin shore !
modesty ! No rock to split on! 'Twere a kind perdition No, no, my friend, Gustavus ne'er shall know it. To sink ten thousand fathom at a plunge, 0 I am over-paid with conscious pleasure; And fasten on oblivion--there we hold, The sense but to have saved that wond'rous man,