The Complete Poems. Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло

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      But I will be revenged! The hour is passed.

      Where stays the coward?

       Hyp. Nay, he is no coward;

      A villain, if thou wilt, but not a coward.

      I've seen him play with swords; it is his pastime.

      And therefore be not over-confident,

      He'll task thy skill anon. Look, here he comes.

      (Enter LARA followed by FRNANCISCO)

      Lara. Good evening, gentlemen.

       Hyp. Good evening, Count.

       Lara. I trust I have not kept you long in waiting.

       Vict. Not long, and yet too long. Are you prepared?

       Lara. I am.

       Hyp. It grieves me much to see this quarrel

      Between you, gentlemen. Is there no way

      Left open to accord this difference,

      But you must make one with your swords?

       Vict. No! none!

      I do entreat thee, dear Hypolito,

      Stand not between me an my foe. Too long

      Our tongues have spoken. Let these tongues of steel

      End our debate. Upon your guard, Sir Count.

      (They fight. VICTORIAN disarms the COUNT.)

      Your life is mine; and what shall now withhold me From sending your vile soul to its account?

      Lara. Strike! strike!

       Vict. You are disarmed. I will not kill you.

      I will not murder you. Take up your sword.

      (FRANCISCO hands the COUNT his sword, and HYPOLITO interposes.)

      Hyp. Enough! Let it end here! The Count of Lara

      Has shown himself a brave man, and Victorian

      A generous one, as ever. Now be friends.

      Put up your swords; for, to speak frankly to you,

      Your cause of quarrel is too slight a thing

      To move you to extremes.

       Lara. I am content,

      I sought no quarrel. A few hasty words,

      Spoken in the heat of blood, have led to this.

       Vict. Nay, something more than that.

       Lara. I understand you.

      Therein I did not mean to cross your path.

      To me the door stood open, as to others.

      But, had I known the girl belonged to you,

      Never would I have sought to win her from you.

      The truth stands now revealed; she has been false

      To both of us.

       Vict. Ay, false as hell itself!

       Lara. In truth, I did not seek her; she sought me;

      And told me how to win her, telling me

      The hours when she was oftenest left alone.

       Vict. Say, can you prove this to me? O, pluck out

      These awful doubts, that goad me into madness!

      Let me know all! all! all!

       Lara. You shall know all.

      Here is my page, who was the messenger

      Between us. Question him. Was it not so,

      Francisco?

       Fran. Ay, my lord.

       Lara. If further proof

      Is needful, I have here a ring she gave me.

       Vict. Pray let me see that ring! It is the same!

      (Throws it upon the ground, and tramples upon it.)

      Thus may she perish who once wore that ring! Thus do I spurn her from me; do thus trample Her memory in the dust! O Count of Lara, We both have been abused, been much abused! I thank you for your courtesy and frankness. Though, like the surgeon's hand, yours gave me pain, Yet it has cured my blindness, and I thank you. I now can see the folly I have done, Though 't is, alas! too late. So fare you well! To-night I leave this hateful town forever. Regard me as your friend. Once more farewell!

      Hyp. Farewell, Sir Count.

       [Exeunt VICTORIAN and HYPOLITO.

       Lara. Farewell! farewell! farewell!

      Thus have I cleared the field of my worst foe!

      I have none else to fear; the fight is done,

      The citadel is stormed, the victory won!

      [Exit with FRANCISCO.

      SCENE VII. — A lane in the suburbs. Night. Enter CRUZADO and

      BARTOLOME.

       Cruz. And so, Bartolome, the expedition failed. But where

      wast thou for the most part?

       Bart. In the Guadarrama mountains, near San Ildefonso.

       Cruz. And thou bringest nothing back with thee? Didst thou

      rob no one?

       Bart. There was no one to rob, save a party of students from

      Segovia, who looked as if they would rob us; and a jolly little

      friar, who had nothing in his pockets but a missal and a loaf of

      bread.

       Cruz. Pray, then, what brings thee back to Madrid?

       Bart. First tell me what keeps thee here?

       Cruz. Preciosa.

       Bart. And she brings me back. Hast thou forgotten thy

      promise?

       Cruz. The two years are not passed yet. Wait patiently. The

      girl shall be thine.

       Bart. I hear she has a Busne lover.

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