Gust. Oh, I am sunk, o'erwhelm'd with won- | I know thy error, but I know the arts,
But were I rich and free as open mines, That teem their golden wealth upon the world, Still I were poor, unequal to her bounty. Nor can I longer doubt, whose generous arm, In my Arvida, in my friend's deliverance, Gave double life and freedom to Gustavus. Laer. A fatal present! Ah, you know him not; Arvida is misled; undone by passion; False to your friendship, to your trust unfaithful. Gust. Ha! hold!
Laer. I must unfold it. Gust. Yet forbear.
This way-I hear some footing-pray you, soft- If thou hast aught to urge against Arvida, The man of virtue, tell it not the wind; Lest slander catch the sound, and guilt should triumph [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-Mountains of Dalecarlia. Enter AuVIDA, speaking to a Messenger. Arv. He's here -bear back my orders to your That not a man, on peril of his life, Advance in sight 'till call'd.
Arv. Flave I not vow'd it, faithless as he is, Have I not vow'd his fall? Yet, good Heaven! Why start these sudden tears? On, on I must, For I am half way down the dizzy steep, [now- Where my brain turns.-A draught of Lethe Oh, that the world would sleep-to wake no more! Or that the name of friendship bore no charm To make my nerve unsteady, and this steel Fly backward from its task! it shall be done.- Empire! Christina! though th' affrighted sun Start back with horror of the direful stroke, It shall be done. Ha! he comes! How steadily he looks, as Heaven's own book, The leaf of truth, were open'd on his aspect! Up, up dark minister-his fate calls out
[Puts up the dagger. To nobler execution; for he comes In opposition, singly, man to man, As though he brav'd my wish.
[They look for some time on each other; ARVIDA lays his hand on his Sword, and withdraws it by turns; then advances irresolutely.]
Gust. Is it then so?
Arv. Defend thyself.
Gust. Nostrike
I would unfold my bosom to thy sword,
The frauds, the wiles, that practis'd on thy virtue, Firm how you stood, and tower'd above mortality; Till, in the fond unguarded hour of love, The wily undermining tempter came, And won thee from thyself-a moment won thee- For still thou art Arvida, still the man On whom thy country calls for her deliverance. Already are her bravest sons in arms; [Shout. Mark how they shout, impatient of our presence, To lead them on to a new life of liberty, To name, to conquest.-Ha! Heaven guard my brother!
Thy cheek turns pale, thy eye looks wild upon me; Wilt thou not answer me?
Arv. Gustavus! Gust. Speak.
Arv. Have I not dream'd?
Gust. No other I esteem it.
Where lives the man, whose reason slumbers not? Still pure, still blameless, if, at wonted dawn, Again he wakes to virtue.
Must soon be dark. Confusion dissipates, To leave me worse confounded.
Gust. Think no more on't. Come to my arms, thou dearest of mankind! Arv. Stand off! Pollution dwells within my touch,
And horror hangs around me.-Cruel man! Oh, thou hast doubly damn'd me with this good- For resolution held the deed as done, [ness: That now must sink me.-Hark! I'm summon'd hence,
My audit opens! Poise me! for I stand Upon a spire, against whose sightless base Hell breaks his wave beneath. Down, down I dare not,
And up I cannot look, for justice fronts me.- Thou shalt have vengeance; though my purpling blood
Were nectar for Heaven's bowl, as warm and rich. As now 'tis base, it thus should pour for pardon. [GUSTAVUS catches his arm, and in the strug- gle the dagger falls.
Gust. Ha! hold, Arvida.—No, I will not lose thee- Forbid it, Heaven! thou shalt not rob me so; No, I will struggle with thee to the last, And save thee from thyself. Oh, answer me! Wilt thou forsake me? Answer me, my brother.
Arv. Expose me, cage me, brand me for the tool Of crafted villains, for the veriest slave, On whom the bend of each contemptuous brow Shall look with loathing. Ah, my turpitude
But that I know, the wound you give this breast Shall be the vile comparative of knaves
Would doubly pierce thy own.
Arv. I know thee not
It is the time's eclipse, and what should be In nature, now is nameless.
Gust. Ah, my brother!
Arr What wouldst thou?
Gust. Is it thus we two should meet?
Arv. Art thou not false? Deep else, oh, deep Were my damnation.
Gust. Dear, unhappy man!
My heart bleeds for thee. False I'd surely been, Had I like thee been tempted.
Arv. Ha! Speak, speak,
Didst thou not send to treat with Christiern?
Gust. Amazement, I perceive, hath fill'd And joy, for that your lost Gustavus, 'scap'd Through wounds, imprisonments, and chains, and deaths,
Thus sudden, thus unlook'd for, stands before ye. As one escap'd from cruel hands I come, From hearts that ne'er knew pity;
And know no music but the groans of Sweden. Yet, not for that my sister's early innocence And mother's age now grind beneath captivity; Nor that one bloody, one remorseless hour Swept my great sire and kindred from my side; For them, Gustavus weeps not; But, O great parent, when I think on thee! Thy numberless, thy nameless, shameful infamies, My widow'd country! Sweden! when I think Upon thy desolation, spite of rage-
And vengeance that would choke them-tears will flow.
And. Oh, they are villains, every Dane of them, Practis'd to stab and smile; to stab the babe, That smiles upon them.
Arn. What accursed hours
Roll o'er those wretches, who, to fiends like these, In their dear liberty have barter'd more Than worlds will rate for?
Gust. O liberty, Heaven's choice prerogative! True bond of law, thou social soul of property, Thou breath of reason, life of life itself!
For thee the valiant bleed. O sacred liberty! Wing'd from the summer's snare, from flattering ruin,
Like the bold stork you seek the wintery shore, Leave courts, and pomps, and palaces to slaves, Cleave to the cold, and rest upon the storm.
Upborne by thee, my soul disdain'd the terms Of empireare ye not at the hands of tyrants? Are ye not mark'd, ye men of Dalecarlia, Are ye not mark'd by all the circling world As the last stake; what but liberty, [years, Through the fam'd course of thirteen hundred Aloof hath held invasion from your hills, And sanctified their shame ?-And will ye, will ye Shrink from the hopes of the expecting world; Bid your high honours stoop to foreign insult, And in one hour give up to infamy
The harvest of a thousand years of glory?
And. Die all first!
Gust. Yes, die by piecemeal!
Leave not a limb o'er which a Dane may triumph Now from my soul I joy, I joy my friends, To see ye fear'd; to see, that even your foes Do justice to your valour !-There they be, The powers of kingdoms, summ'd in yonder host, Yet kept aloof, yet trembling to assail ye. And, oh, when I look round and see you here, Of number short, but prevalent in virtue, My heart swells high, and burns for the encounter. True courage but from opposition grows; And what are fifty, what a thousand slaves, Match'd to the sinew of a single arm That strikes for liberty? that strikes to save His fields from fire, his infants from the sword, His couch from lust, his daughters from pollution, And his large honours from eternal infamy? What doubt we then? Shall we, shall we stand here!
He, who wants arms, may grapple with the foe, And so be furnish'd. You, most noble Anderson, Take the left route-You, Eric, great in arms! Divide our powers, and with the fam'd Olaus With the renown'd Nederbi, hold the right, And skirt the forest down; then wheel at once, Confess'd to view, and close upon the vale: Myself, and my most valiant cousin here, Th' invincible Arvida, gallant Sivard, Arnoldus, and these hundred hardy veterans, Will pour directly on, and lead the onset. Bold are our hearts, and nervous are our hands.
With us, truth, justice, fame, and freedom close, Each singly equal to a host of foes. [Exeunt.
Should some reverse, some wondrous whirl of fate, Once more return Gustavus to the battle; New nerve his arm, and wreathe his brow with conquest;
Say, would you not repent that e'er you sav'd This dreadful man, the foe of your great race; Who pours impetuous in his country's cause To spoil you of a kingdom?
Christina. No, my friend.
Had I to death, or bondage, sold my sire, Or had Gustavus on our native realms Made hostile inroad; then, my Mariana, Had I then sav'd him from the stroke of justice, I should not cease my suit to Heaven for pardon. But if, though in a foe, to reverence virtue, Withstand oppression, rescue injur'd innocence, Step boldly in betwixt my sire and guilt, And save my king, my father, from dishonour; If this be sin, I have shook hands with penitence. First perish crowns, dominion, all the shine And transcience of this world, ere guilt shall serve To buy the vain incumbrance. Blasted be that royalty, [glorious! Which murder must make sure, and crimes in- The bulk of kingdoms, nay, the world is light, When guilt weighs opposite-Oh, would to Hea-
Does he live?
Laer. He does,
But death, ere night, must fill a long account; The camp, the country's in confusion: war And changes ride upon the hour that hastes To intercept my tongue-I else could tell Of virtues hitherto beyond my ken; Courage, to which the lion stoops his crest, Yet grafted upon qualities as soft
As a rock'd infant's meekness; such as tempts Against my faith, my country, and allegiance, To wish thee speed, Gustavus.
Christina. Then you found him! [death Laer. I did; and warn'd him, but in vain; for To him appear'd more grateful than to find His friend's dishonour.
Christina. Give me the manner-quick-soft, good Laertes!
Enter CHRISTIERN, PETERSON, Danes, &c. Christ. Damn'd, double traitor! O curs'd, false Arvida!
Guard well the Swedish prisoners. Stand to your arms.-Bring forth the captives there!
Enter AUGUSTA and Gustavs, guarded. Peter. My liege- Christ. Away!
Fortune! we will not trust the changeling more But wear her girt upon our armed loins, Or pointed in our grasp.
Off. The foe 's at hand. With gallant show your thousand Danes rode
But shall return no more!-I mark'd the action. A band of desperate resolutes rushed on them, Scarce numbering to a tenth, and in midway They closed; the shock was dreadful, nor your [stood; Danes
Could bear the madding charge; a while they They shrunk, and broke and turn'd-When, lo ! behind,
Fast wheeling from the right and left, there pour'd, Who intercepted their return, and caught Within the toil they perish'd.
No mortal else, not Ammon's boasted son, Not Cæsar, would have dar'd it. Tell me, say, What numbers in the whole may they amount to? Off About five thousand.
Christ. And no more? Off. No more,
That yet appear.
Christ. We count six times their sum.Haste, soldier, take a trumpet, tell Gustavus We have of terms to offer, and would treat Touching his mother's ransom; say, her death Suspended by our grace, but waits his answer.
[Exit OFFICER. Madam, it should well suit with your authority, [To AUGUSTA -Look to it To check this frenzy in your son- Or, by the saints, this hour's your last of life! Aug. Come, my Gustava, come, my little cap- tive! We shall be free:
And I will give thee to thy father's fondness, And to the arms of all thy royal race
In heaven; who sit on thrones, with loves and joys. Christ. Is this my answer?
Come forth, ye ministers of death, come forth. Enter Ruffians, who seize AUGUSTA and GUSTAVA.
Pluck them asunder! We shall prove you, lady; Christina. Ah! I can hold no longer. Royal Sir, Thus on my knees, and lower, lower still- Christ. My child! what mean you? Christina. O my gracious father! Kill, kill me rather-let me perish first; But do not stain the sanctity of kings With the sweet blood of helpless innocence. Augusta. Ha! who art thou,
That look'st so like the 'habitants of heaven, Like mercy sent upon the morning's blush, To glad the heart, and cheer a gloomy world With light 'till now unknown?
Christ. Away, they come.
I'll hear no more of your ill-timed petitions. Christina. Oh yet for pity!
Christ. I will none on't, leave me. Pity! it is the infant fool of nature; Tear off her hold, and bear her to her tent. [Exeunt CHRISTINA, MARIANA, LAERTES and Attendants.
Off. My liege, Gustavus, though with much reluctance,
Consents to one hour's truce. His soldiers rest | Where thine 's in question.
Upon their arms, and, follow'd by a few He comes to know your terms.
My all that's left, my gentle mother there, And spare yon little trembler! Christ. Yes, on terms
Of compact and submission. Gust. Ha! with thee?
Aug. See, my son relents;
Behold, O king! yet spare us but a moment, His little sister shall embrace his knees,
And these fond arms, around his duteous neck, Shall join to bend him to us.
Christ. Could I trust ye- Arv. I'll be your hostage! Christ. Granted.
Gust. Hold, my friend.
[Here ARVIDA breaks from GUSTAVUS, and passes to CHRISTIERN's party, while AvGUSTA and GUSTAVA go over to GUSTAVUS. Aug. Is it then given, yet given me, ere I die, To see thy face, Gustavus? thus to gaze, To touch, to fold thee thus!-My son, my son! And have I liv'd to this? It is enough. All arm'd and, in my country's precious cause, Terribly beauteous, to behold thee thus ! Why, 'twas my only, hourly suit to Heaven, And now 'tis granted. O my glorious child, Bless'd were the throes I felt for thee, Gustavus! For from the breast, from out your swathing bands You stepp'd the child of honour.
Aug. Why stands that water trembling in thy Why heaves thy bosom? Turn not thus away, 'Tis the last time that we must meet, my child, And I will have the whole. Why, why Gustavus, Why is this form of heaviness? For me
I trust it is not meant; you cannot think So poorly of me: I grow old, my son, And to the utmost period of mortality,
I ne'er should find a death's hour like to this, Whereby to do thee honour.
Gust. Roman patriots!
Ye Decii, self-devoted to your country! You gave no mothers up! Will annals yield No precedent for this, no elder boast Whereby to match my trial?
For Heaven still squares our trial to our strength, And thine is of the foremost.-Noble youth! Even I, thy parent, with a conscious pride, Have often bow'd to thy superior virtues. Oh, there is but one bitterness in death, One only sting-
Gust. Speak, speak!
Aug. 'Tis felt for thee.
Too well I know thy gentleness of soul, Melting as babes; even now the pressure's on thee, And bends thy loveliness to earth-Oh, child! The dear but sad foretaste of thy affliction Already kills thy mother-But behold, Behold thy valiant followers, who to thee, forth-And to the faith of thy protecting arm,
[country? Compact with thee! and mean'st thou for my For Sweden! No-so hold my heart but firm, Although it wring for't; though blood drop for tears,
And at the sight my straining eyes start They both shall perish first.
Christ. Slaves, do your office.
Gust. Hold yet.-Thou canst not be so damn'd? my mother!
I dare not ask thy blessing.-Where's Arvida? Where art thou? Come, my friend, thou'st known temptation
And therefore best canst pity, or support me. Aro. Alas! I shall but serve to weigh thee downward,
To pull thee from the dazzling, sightless height, At which thy virtue soars. For, oh, Gustavus, My soul is dark, disconsolate and dark; Sick to the world, and hateful to myself,
I have no country now; I've nought but thee, And should yield up the interest of mankind,
Have given ten thousand mothers, daughters too; Who in thy virtue yet may learn to bear Millions of freeborn sons to bless thy name, And pray for their deliverer-Oh farewell! This and but this, the very last adieu! Heaven sit victorious on thy arm, my son! And give thee to thy merits!
Christ. Ah, thou trait'ress! Aug. See, Gustavus,
My little captive waits for one embrace.
Gust. Come to my arms, thou lamblike sacrifice; Oh, that they were of force to fold thee ever, To let thee to my heart! there lock thee close, But 'twill not be !
Arv. Hear me, thou most dear Gustavus! Thus low I bend my prayer, reject me not:
Each to his charge-Here break we off, Gustavus; For to the very teeth of thy rebellion We dash defiance back.
Gust. Alas, my mother!
Grief chokes up utterance, else I have to say What never tongue unfolded-Yet return, Come back, and I will give up all to save thee; Thou fountain of my life!
Dearer than mercy is to kneeling penitence, My early blessing, first and latest joy; Return, return and save thy lost Gustavus! Christ. No more, thou trifler! Aug. Oh, farewell for ever!
[Exeunt CHRISTIERN and his party. TAVUS and his party remain. Gust. Then she is gone- Arvida! Anderson! For ever gone-Arnoldus, friends, where are ye? Help here, heave, heave this mountain from meOh
Heaven keep my senses!- -So- -We will to battle;
But let no banners wave- -Be still, thou trump! And every martial sound, that gives the war To pomp or levity; for vengeance now Is clad with heavy arms, sedately stern, Resolv'd, but silent as the slaughter'd heaps O'er which my soul is brooding.
Is there a Swede of us, whose sword and soul Grapple not to thee, as to all they hold
Of earthly estimation? Said I more, It were but half my thought.
And. On thee we gaze,
As one unknown till this important hour; Pre-eminent of men!
Laer. Christina, fly! thou royal virgin, This morn beheld thee mistress of the north, Bright heir of Scandinavia; and this hour Has left thee not, throughout thy wide dominions, Whereon to rest thy foot.
Christina. Now, praise to Heaven! Say, but my father lives!
Lacr. At your command
I went; and, from a neighb'ring summit, view'd Where either host stood adverse, sternly wedg'd; Reflecting, on each other's gloomy front, Fell hate and fix'd defiance.—When at once The foe mov'd on, attendant to the steps Of their Gustavus-He, with mournful pace, Came slow and silent; till two hapless Danes Prick'd forth, and on his helm discharg'd their fury;
Then rous'd the lion! To my wondering sight His stature grew twofold, before his eye
All force seem'd wither'd, and his horrid plume Shook wild dismay around; as Heaven's dread bolt
He shot, he pierc'd our legions; in his strength His shouting squadron gloried, rushing on Where'er he led their battle-Full five times, Hemm'd by our mightier host, the foe seem'd lost, And swallow'd from my sight; five times again, Like flames they issued to the light-And thrice These eyes beheld him, they beheld Gustavus Unhorsed, and by a host girt singly in; And thrice he broke through all.
Christina. My blood runs chill.
Laer. With such a strenuous, such a labour'd conflict,
Sure never field was fought! until Gustavus Aloud cried, Victory! and on his spear High rear'd th' imperial diadem of Denmark; Then slack'd the battle; then recoil'd our host; His, echoed, Victory! and now would know No bounds; rout follow'd, and the face of fight- She heeds me not.
Christina. Oh, ill-starr'd royalty! My father cruel, dear, unhappy father! Summon'd so sudden! fearful, fearful thought! Enter CHRISTIERN, flying, without his helmet, in disorder, his Sword broke, and his garments bloody; he throws away his Sword. Christ. Give us new arms of proof—fresh horses-quick!
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