Count Julian | Page 8

quite, And wilt thou
never yield me thy consent?
JUL. Never.
ROD. So deep in guilt, in treachery! Forced to acknowledge it! forced
to avow The traitor!
JUL. Not to thee, who reignest not, But to a country ever dear to me,
And dearer now than ever: what we love Is loveliest in departure! One I
thought, As every father thinks, the best of all, Graceful, and mild, and
sensible, and chaste: Now all these qualities of form and soul Fade
from before me, nor on anyone Can I repose, or be consoled by any.
And yet in this torn heart I love her more Than I could love her when I
dwelt on each, Or clasped them all united, and thanked God, Without a
wish beyond.--Away, thou fiend! O ignominy, last and worst of all! I
weep before thee--like a child--like mine - And tell my woes, fount of
them all, to thee!
FIRST ACT: FOURTH SCENE.
ABDALAZIS enters.
ABD. Julian, to thee, the terror of the faithless, I bring my father's order,
to prepare For the bright day that crowns thy brave exploits: Our enemy
is at the very gate! And art thou here, with women in thy train,
Crouching to gain admittance to their lord, And mourning the
unkindness of delay!
JUL. [much agitated, goes towards the door, and returns.] I am
prepared: Prince, judge not hastily.
ABD. Whether I should not promise all they ask, I too could hesitate,
though earlier taught The duty to obey, and should rejoice To shelter in
the universal storm A frame so delicate, so full of fears, So little used to
outrage and to arms, As one of these; so humble, so uncheered At the
gay pomp that smoothes the track of war. When she beheld me from
afar dismount, And heard my trumpet, she alone drew back, And, as
though doubtful of the help she seeks, Shuddered to see the jewels on
my brow, And turned her eyes away, and wept aloud. The other stood
awhile, and then advanced: I would have spoken, but she waved her

hand And said, "Proceed, protect us, and avenge, And be thou worthier
of the crown thou wearest." Hopeful and happy is indeed our cause,
When the most timid of the lovely hail Stranger and foe -
ROD. [unnoticed by ABDALAZIS.] And shrink but to advance.
ABD. Thou tremblest? whence, O Julian! whence this change? Thou
lovest still thy country.
JUL. Abdalazis! All men with human feelings love their country. Not
the highborn or wealthy man alone, Who looks upon his children, each
one led By its gay handmaid, from the high alcove, And hears them
once a day: not only he Who hath forgotten, when his guest inquires
The name of some far village all his own; Whose rivers bound the
province, and whose hills Touch the last cloud upon the level sky: No;
better men still better love their country. 'Tis the old mansion of their
earliest friends, The chapel of their first and best devotions; When
violence or perfidy invades, Or when unworthy lords hold wassail there,
And wiser heads are drooping round its moats, At last they fix their
steady and stiff eye There, there alone--stand while the trumpet blows,
And view the hostile flames above its towers Spire, with a bitter and
severe delight.
ABD. [taking his hand.] Thou feelest what thou speakest, and thy Spain
Will ne'er be sheltered from her fate by thee. We, whom the prophet
sends o'er many lands, Love none above another; Heaven assigns Their
fields and harvests to our valiant swords, And 'tis enough--we love
while we enjoy. Whence is the man in that fantastic guise? Suppliant?
or herald? he who stalks about, And once was even seated while we
spoke: For never came he with us o'er the sea.
JUL. He comes as herald.
ROD. Thou shalt know full soon, Insulting Moor.
ABD. He cannot bear the grief His country suffers; I will pardon him.
He lost his courage first, and then his mind; His courage rushes back,
his mind still wanders. The guest of heaven was piteous to these men,
And princes stoop to feed them in their courts.
FIRST ACT: FIFTH SCENE.
RODERIGO is going out when MUZA enters with EGILONA;
RODERIGO starts back.
MUZA [sternly to EGILONA.] Enter, since 'tis the custom in this land.
EGI. [passing MUZA disdainfully, points to ABDALAZIS, and says to

JULIAN.] Is this our future monarch, or art thou?
JUL. 'Tis Abdalazis, son of Muza, prince Commanding Africa, from
Abyla To where Tunisian pilots bend the eye O'er ruined temples in the
glassy wave. Till quiet times and ancient laws return, He comes to
govern here.
ROD. To-morrow's dawn Proves that.
MUZA. What art thou?
ROD. [drawing his sword.] King.
ABD. Amazement!
MUZA. Treason!
EGI.