look at
the pupils, Count;
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the pupils, Count;
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Whence comes the voice?
George. It seems to come
From yon two cypress-trees, now glittering in
The sun's last rays :
(Sings. ') "I pour through thy spirit
Music and might ;
I wreathe thy pale forehead
With halos of light ;
E'en if blind, I would show thee
Blest forms from above,
Floating far through the spaces
Of infinite love,
Which the angels in Heaven, and men on the earth
Know as Beauty. I've sought since the day of thy birth
To waken thy spirit,
My darling, my own,
That the hopes of the father
May rest on his son !
That his love warm and glowing
Unchanging may shine ;
And his heart, infant poet,
Forever be thine ! "
Count Henry. Do the last thoughts of dying mortals live
And torture them in their eternal homes?
Can blessed spirits still be mad in Heaven,
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202 THE UNDIVINE COMEDY.
And take tlieir place among Thy angels, God ?
Insanity make part of immortality?
George. Her voice grows ever fainter and more faint :
Father, it dies behind the grave-yard wall.
Father, down there ! . . .
Mamma is still rej)eating as she goes :
"That his love warm and glowing
Unchanging may shine;
And his heart, little poet,
Forever be thine ! "
Cojnit JTcjiry {kneeling). O God, have pity on our in-
nocent child !
Hast Thon predestinated hivi in wrath
To sickness, madness, to an early death?
Oh, rob him not of reason ! Leave not void
The sanctuary Thou hast built, O God,
In Thine own Image for a holy temple !
Look down upon my restless agony !
Yield not this angel to the fiends in Hell !
I pray not for myself, for Thou hast given
Me strength to bear the weight of passions, thoughts;
But pity him ! poor fragile little being !
One thought would snap his slender thread of life !
O God ! my God !
For ten long years I've known no hour of peace !
Many have envied me my happiness ;
They did not know how fast as cutting hail.
Tempests of agony Thou'st driven on me;
Gloomy presentiments, illusions, woes!
My reason Thou hast left, but Thou hast stricken,
Hardened my heart ! Thy benefits have been
All for my mind ; none for my freezing soul.
God ! suffer me to love my son in peace !
And let a covenant be made between
The Creator and His creature. . . .
* * * + * (^Rises. )
My son, now cross thyself, and come with me.
Eternal rest be with ihy mother's soul !
{^Exit with George. )
THE UNDIVINE COMEDY. 203
SCENE II. A public square. Ladies and gentlemen
walking about. A Philosopher. Count Henry.
Philosopher. I must repeat it, and it is in me
An absolute, intuitive conviction,
The time is near for the emancipation
Of negroes and of women.
Count Henry. You are right.
Philosopher. And from a social transformation, both
In general and particular, I deduce
A greai regeneration of our race,
TbfOtt^v-Uloodiihed, and dc:struction of old forms !
Count Henry. YoIftTunk so ?
Philosopher. As on its axis oscillates
Our globe, lifting itself and sinking, by a course
Of sudden evolutions, we . . . • , •,
Count Henry. See you this rotten tree standmg beside
us?
Philosopher. With the young leaves upon its branches ?
Coimt Henry. Yes.
How long do you suppose it still will stand ?
Philosopher. How can I know ? Perhaps a year or two.
Count Henry. Although its roots are dead, it still puts
forth
A few green leaves.
Philosopher. What does that prove ?
Count Henry. Nothing, except that it will surely fall,
Be cast into the fire, because not fit
To bear the moulder's chisel, rotten at heart.
Philosopher. I cannot see how that concerns our sub-
ject.
Count Henry. I pray you pardon me : it is your image.
As that of your disciples, theories.
And of our century. . . . {They pass out of sight. )
SCENE III. A gorge in the midst of the mountains.
Count Henry alone.
Count Henry. I've sought through many weary years to
find
The last word of all science, feelings, thoughts,
To solve the problem of our destiny ;
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THE UNDIVINE COMEDY.
And in the depths of my own heart I've found
The tomb's dark nothingness !
I know the names of all the human feelings,
But \feel nothing !
Nor faith, desire, nor love throbs in my soul !
Some dim presentiments still haunt its desert :
I know my son will soon be wholly blind ;
That this society in which I live
Is even now in pangs of dissolution :
And I am wretched as our God is happy;
That is to say in me, and for myself alone.
Voice of the Guat'dian Angel. Comfort thy hungry and
despairing brothers !
Love thy poor neighbor as thou dost thyself!
And thus thou shalt be saved.
Count Henry. Who was it spoke ?
Mephistophelcs {passing). Your very humble servant.
Sometimes I
Amuse myself by drawing the attention
Of travelers by a gift I hold from nature.
I'm a ventriloquist.
Count Henry {touching his hat with his hafid^. It seems
to me
That I have somewhere seen that face before :
In an old picture, or a print.
Mephistopheles {aside). The Count
Has a good memory.
Count Henry. May God be praised*
Forever and for evermore ! Amen.
Mephistopheles {disappearing among the rocks). Curses
on thee, and thy stupidity !
Count Henry. Poor child ! condemned to an eternal
blindness
Because thy father sinned, thy mother lost her senses :
Being without a passion, incomplete.
Living but in wild dreams and visions, thou
Art never destined to maturity !
Thou shadow of an angel thrown on earth,
IJ)riven by illusions, suffering infinite sorrow !
******
* Form of salutation common in Poland.
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205
Ha ! what a monstrous eagle rises there,*
Just where the stranger vanished by the rock !
The Eagle. All Hail ! All Hail !
Count Henry. He flies to me. I hear
The whirrings of his great black wings ; they stir
Me like the hail of musketry in fight.
Eagle. The sword once wielded by thy ancestors,
Draw from its sheath ! Maintain their glory, power!
Count Henry. His black wings circle me and fire my
blood !
He plunges in my eye his gaze of basilisk !
Ha ! now I understand thee !
Eagle. Never yield,
Never retreat, despair ; and thus thy foes,
Thy craven foes, conquered, shall bite the dust !
Count Hemy. What, gone ? Then I salute thee from
the rocks
Which witnessed our encounter ! Come what may, —
Whether the Future be or true or false.
Or triumph, or defeat, — I trust in thee,
Herald of glory ! Genius of the Past,
Come to my aid ! And even if thy breath
Into God's bO'Som has returned, let it
Detach itself, descend in me, become
Thought, force, and action !
(^Crushing a viper with his foot. )
Go, reptile, go ! And as no sigh for thee
Will heave from nature's heart as thou liest crushed,
Thus shall they all too plunge in the abyss,
Nor leave regret, nor fame, nor memory !
Not one of all yon hurrying clouds will pause
A moment in its flight o'er heaven, to look
In pity on the army of earth's sons
Whom I will wrap in general destruction.
******
First they will perish . . . afterwards myself!
******
* The eagle is the symbol of ambjtion, evoked, as it will be remem-
bered, by the demons in the first period of Ihe Drama.
iS*
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Oh, boundless azure of aerial blue,
Cradling the earth : she, new-born infant, wails.
Weeps, sobs ; but thou, ever impassible.
Nor hear'st, nor heed'st — whatever be her moan, —
Rolling forever toward the infinite !
Farewell, O mother nature ! . . . I must go,
Become a man, take arms against ray Brothers !
SCENE IV. A chajtibcr in the castle. Count Henry,
George, and a Physician.
Coiait Henry. All science yet has failed. My last
hope rests
In you alone.
Physician. You honor me too much.
Coufit Henry. Speak, George, and tell us how and
what you feelj
George. I cannot see you, father ; cannot see
The gentleman to whom I hear you speak.
Bright sparks, black threads, pass and repass before
My eyes unceasingly. Sometimes it is
As if a shining snake crawled out of them,
Sometimes a golden cloud. This cloud will rise,
Or fall ; a rainbow then will seem upon it ;
Sometimes they disappear — and all is dark.
I do not suffer, father ; they give no pain.
Physician. Come, George, beneath the shadow of this
arch !
How old are you ? {He examines his eyes. )
Count Henry. Almost fifteen.
Physician. Now turn
Your eyes directly to the light !
Count Henry. What hope ?
Physician. The lids are sound ; the white of the eye
is clear ;
The nerves and muscles not at all enfeebled ;
The blue is deep ; the veins are as they should be.
( To George. ^ Be not uneasy ; you will soon be cured ;
(^To Count Henry, aside. ) There is no hope !
look at
the pupils, Count;
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There's no susceptibility to light :
The optic nerve is wholly paralyzed.
George. A black cloud seems to shroud all things
around me !
Count Henry {aside). It is too true ! his lids are raised,
his eyes
Are opened wide and gazing at the light,
But they see nothing ! blue and lifeless — dead !
George. But when my lids are shut, I can see more
Than when they're open, father !
Physician. Have a care ;
His mind has killed his body ! we must guard
The boy from catalepsy.
Count Henry. Save him, Doctor !
The half of my estate shall be your own.
Physician. That which has perished cannot be revived !
{He takes his hat and cane. )
Accept my sympathy ! I cannot stay,
I've an engagement with a lady, Count,
To couch a cataract. Farewell !
Count Henry. For Heaven's sake, stay! Something
may still be done !
Physician. Perhaps, sir, you would like to know the
name
Of this disease?
Count Henry. Is there no ray of hope ?
Physician. We call it Amaurosis, from the Greek.
{He departs. )
Count Hetny {throwing his arms a7-ound George). But
you still see a little, my poor George?
George. Father, I hear your voice.
Count Henry. The sun shines clear ;
Look through this window, George ! What do you see ?
George. Between the pupils of my eyes and lids
A crowd of moving figures pass, repass ;
Places I know, and faces I have seen.
Pages of books I've read . . .
Count Henry. Then you do see /
George. With my soul's eyes ; my body's have gone
out, —
I'll see no more with them forever, father!
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Count Henry. {He falls upon his knees as if lo pray, —
rises after a short silence. )
Before whom have I knelt ? . . . From whom shall I
Ask justice for the woe will crush my child? . . .
[He rises. )
Best to bear all in silence! . . . .
God mocks our prayers, as Satan mocks our curses !
A Voice. Thy son a poet is ; — what wouldst thou more ?
SCENE V. An apartment in the castle. Physician
a? ul Godfather.
Godfather. It is a great misfortune to be blind.
Physician. Unusual too at such an early age.
Godfather. His frame was always weak. His mother
died
Somewhat so, so . . . {touching his forehead. ')
Physician. How did his mother die ?
Godfather. A little — so — not quite in her right mind.
Count Henry {entering). Pardon me that I've sent for
you so late ;
But during some time past my poor boy wakes
At midnight, rises, walks as in a dream.
The Doctor ought to see him : Follow me !
Physician. I'm anxious to observe this strange phe-
nomenon.
SCENE VI. The sleeping-apartment of George. Count
Henry, George, Physician, Godfather, Relations,
afid Nurse.
First Relation. Hush ! Hush !
Second Relation. He wakens, but nor sees nor hears us.
Physician. I pray you, gentlemen, let no one speak !
Godfather. I think it very strange.
George {rising). My God ! my God !
First Relation. How noiselessly and slowly he glides
on !
Second Relation. Look at his thin hands crossed upon
his breast !
Third Relation. His lids are motionless, eyes open
wide,
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His lips move not, — but what a clear, shrill cry !
Nurse. Jesus of Nazareth !
George. Darkness, depart !
I am a child of light and harmony.
And what have you to do with such as I?
I will not yield to your dominion, though
My sight is lost, borne off by the wild winds
To float in the immensity of space !
It will return to me one day, enriched
With all the light of all the burning stars !
My pupils will rekindle with a flash of flame !
Godfather. He's mad as was his mother ! He knows
not what
He says ! 'Tis most remarkable.
Physician. It is.
Nurse {kneeling). O Holy Mary ! Mother of our
Lord!
Take out my eyes, and give them to poor George !
George. Mamma ! mamma ! pray send me sunny
thoughts
And lovely images, that I may live
Within myself, and there create a world
Like that which I have lost !
First Relation. Were it not well to call the family,
And hold a consultation ?
Second Relation. Be silent ! Wait!
George. Mamma, thou answerest not. . . . Do not
desert me !
Physician {to the Count). My duty is to tell you the
whole truth.
Godfather. To speak the truth is a physician's duty.
Physician. Your son is threatened with insanity.
Excessive sensibility of nerves,
Combining with excitement of the brain,
Has caused this state of aberration, dream ;
Being awake, asleep at the same time !
I will explain the symptoms if you wish.
Count Henry {aside). This man, my God, would read
Thy laws to me,
Explain Thy judgments !
Physician. Give me pen and ink.
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Cerasis laurel : two grains enough.
I'll write it down.
Count Henry. In yonder room you'll find
All things required. And now, kind friends, good-night !
I fain would be alone !
Many Voices (as they retire'). Good-night ! good-night !
George {awaking). Father, how can they wish good-
night to me ?
I think 'twere better they should say, long night ;
Eternal night without a dawn !
And not ^6'6'^/-night, which means a happy night !
Count Henry. George, take my arm, and lean on me ;
I'll lead
You to your bed.
George. What does this mean, my father?
Count Henry. Cover yourself up warm ; sleep calmly,
George !
The Doctor says you will regain your sight.
George. I feel so ill. . . . Strange voices wakened
me. . . .
I saw mamma knee-deep among the lilies. . . .
{He falls asleep. ^
Count Henry. My blessing rest upon thee, blighted
boy !
Except a blessing, I can give thee nothing ;
Nor light, nor happiness, nor glory !
Alas ! I cannot give thee back thy sight !
Already strikes the hour of combat for me,
When I must lead the few against the many.
What will become of thee, O infant Poet !
Without protection, helpless, sick, and blind?
George. It seems to come
From yon two cypress-trees, now glittering in
The sun's last rays :
(Sings. ') "I pour through thy spirit
Music and might ;
I wreathe thy pale forehead
With halos of light ;
E'en if blind, I would show thee
Blest forms from above,
Floating far through the spaces
Of infinite love,
Which the angels in Heaven, and men on the earth
Know as Beauty. I've sought since the day of thy birth
To waken thy spirit,
My darling, my own,
That the hopes of the father
May rest on his son !
That his love warm and glowing
Unchanging may shine ;
And his heart, infant poet,
Forever be thine ! "
Count Henry. Do the last thoughts of dying mortals live
And torture them in their eternal homes?
Can blessed spirits still be mad in Heaven,
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202 THE UNDIVINE COMEDY.
And take tlieir place among Thy angels, God ?
Insanity make part of immortality?
George. Her voice grows ever fainter and more faint :
Father, it dies behind the grave-yard wall.
Father, down there ! . . .
Mamma is still rej)eating as she goes :
"That his love warm and glowing
Unchanging may shine;
And his heart, little poet,
Forever be thine ! "
Cojnit JTcjiry {kneeling). O God, have pity on our in-
nocent child !
Hast Thon predestinated hivi in wrath
To sickness, madness, to an early death?
Oh, rob him not of reason ! Leave not void
The sanctuary Thou hast built, O God,
In Thine own Image for a holy temple !
Look down upon my restless agony !
Yield not this angel to the fiends in Hell !
I pray not for myself, for Thou hast given
Me strength to bear the weight of passions, thoughts;
But pity him ! poor fragile little being !
One thought would snap his slender thread of life !
O God ! my God !
For ten long years I've known no hour of peace !
Many have envied me my happiness ;
They did not know how fast as cutting hail.
Tempests of agony Thou'st driven on me;
Gloomy presentiments, illusions, woes!
My reason Thou hast left, but Thou hast stricken,
Hardened my heart ! Thy benefits have been
All for my mind ; none for my freezing soul.
God ! suffer me to love my son in peace !
And let a covenant be made between
The Creator and His creature. . . .
* * * + * (^Rises. )
My son, now cross thyself, and come with me.
Eternal rest be with ihy mother's soul !
{^Exit with George. )
THE UNDIVINE COMEDY. 203
SCENE II. A public square. Ladies and gentlemen
walking about. A Philosopher. Count Henry.
Philosopher. I must repeat it, and it is in me
An absolute, intuitive conviction,
The time is near for the emancipation
Of negroes and of women.
Count Henry. You are right.
Philosopher. And from a social transformation, both
In general and particular, I deduce
A greai regeneration of our race,
TbfOtt^v-Uloodiihed, and dc:struction of old forms !
Count Henry. YoIftTunk so ?
Philosopher. As on its axis oscillates
Our globe, lifting itself and sinking, by a course
Of sudden evolutions, we . . . • , •,
Count Henry. See you this rotten tree standmg beside
us?
Philosopher. With the young leaves upon its branches ?
Coimt Henry. Yes.
How long do you suppose it still will stand ?
Philosopher. How can I know ? Perhaps a year or two.
Count Henry. Although its roots are dead, it still puts
forth
A few green leaves.
Philosopher. What does that prove ?
Count Henry. Nothing, except that it will surely fall,
Be cast into the fire, because not fit
To bear the moulder's chisel, rotten at heart.
Philosopher. I cannot see how that concerns our sub-
ject.
Count Henry. I pray you pardon me : it is your image.
As that of your disciples, theories.
And of our century. . . . {They pass out of sight. )
SCENE III. A gorge in the midst of the mountains.
Count Henry alone.
Count Henry. I've sought through many weary years to
find
The last word of all science, feelings, thoughts,
To solve the problem of our destiny ;
204
THE UNDIVINE COMEDY.
And in the depths of my own heart I've found
The tomb's dark nothingness !
I know the names of all the human feelings,
But \feel nothing !
Nor faith, desire, nor love throbs in my soul !
Some dim presentiments still haunt its desert :
I know my son will soon be wholly blind ;
That this society in which I live
Is even now in pangs of dissolution :
And I am wretched as our God is happy;
That is to say in me, and for myself alone.
Voice of the Guat'dian Angel. Comfort thy hungry and
despairing brothers !
Love thy poor neighbor as thou dost thyself!
And thus thou shalt be saved.
Count Henry. Who was it spoke ?
Mephistophelcs {passing). Your very humble servant.
Sometimes I
Amuse myself by drawing the attention
Of travelers by a gift I hold from nature.
I'm a ventriloquist.
Count Henry {touching his hat with his hafid^. It seems
to me
That I have somewhere seen that face before :
In an old picture, or a print.
Mephistopheles {aside). The Count
Has a good memory.
Count Henry. May God be praised*
Forever and for evermore ! Amen.
Mephistopheles {disappearing among the rocks). Curses
on thee, and thy stupidity !
Count Henry. Poor child ! condemned to an eternal
blindness
Because thy father sinned, thy mother lost her senses :
Being without a passion, incomplete.
Living but in wild dreams and visions, thou
Art never destined to maturity !
Thou shadow of an angel thrown on earth,
IJ)riven by illusions, suffering infinite sorrow !
******
* Form of salutation common in Poland.
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205
Ha ! what a monstrous eagle rises there,*
Just where the stranger vanished by the rock !
The Eagle. All Hail ! All Hail !
Count Henry. He flies to me. I hear
The whirrings of his great black wings ; they stir
Me like the hail of musketry in fight.
Eagle. The sword once wielded by thy ancestors,
Draw from its sheath ! Maintain their glory, power!
Count Henry. His black wings circle me and fire my
blood !
He plunges in my eye his gaze of basilisk !
Ha ! now I understand thee !
Eagle. Never yield,
Never retreat, despair ; and thus thy foes,
Thy craven foes, conquered, shall bite the dust !
Count Hemy. What, gone ? Then I salute thee from
the rocks
Which witnessed our encounter ! Come what may, —
Whether the Future be or true or false.
Or triumph, or defeat, — I trust in thee,
Herald of glory ! Genius of the Past,
Come to my aid ! And even if thy breath
Into God's bO'Som has returned, let it
Detach itself, descend in me, become
Thought, force, and action !
(^Crushing a viper with his foot. )
Go, reptile, go ! And as no sigh for thee
Will heave from nature's heart as thou liest crushed,
Thus shall they all too plunge in the abyss,
Nor leave regret, nor fame, nor memory !
Not one of all yon hurrying clouds will pause
A moment in its flight o'er heaven, to look
In pity on the army of earth's sons
Whom I will wrap in general destruction.
******
First they will perish . . . afterwards myself!
******
* The eagle is the symbol of ambjtion, evoked, as it will be remem-
bered, by the demons in the first period of Ihe Drama.
iS*
2o6 THE UNDIVINE COMEDY.
Oh, boundless azure of aerial blue,
Cradling the earth : she, new-born infant, wails.
Weeps, sobs ; but thou, ever impassible.
Nor hear'st, nor heed'st — whatever be her moan, —
Rolling forever toward the infinite !
Farewell, O mother nature ! . . . I must go,
Become a man, take arms against ray Brothers !
SCENE IV. A chajtibcr in the castle. Count Henry,
George, and a Physician.
Coiait Henry. All science yet has failed. My last
hope rests
In you alone.
Physician. You honor me too much.
Coufit Henry. Speak, George, and tell us how and
what you feelj
George. I cannot see you, father ; cannot see
The gentleman to whom I hear you speak.
Bright sparks, black threads, pass and repass before
My eyes unceasingly. Sometimes it is
As if a shining snake crawled out of them,
Sometimes a golden cloud. This cloud will rise,
Or fall ; a rainbow then will seem upon it ;
Sometimes they disappear — and all is dark.
I do not suffer, father ; they give no pain.
Physician. Come, George, beneath the shadow of this
arch !
How old are you ? {He examines his eyes. )
Count Henry. Almost fifteen.
Physician. Now turn
Your eyes directly to the light !
Count Henry. What hope ?
Physician. The lids are sound ; the white of the eye
is clear ;
The nerves and muscles not at all enfeebled ;
The blue is deep ; the veins are as they should be.
( To George. ^ Be not uneasy ; you will soon be cured ;
(^To Count Henry, aside. ) There is no hope !
look at
the pupils, Count;
THE UNDIVINE COMEDY. 207
There's no susceptibility to light :
The optic nerve is wholly paralyzed.
George. A black cloud seems to shroud all things
around me !
Count Henry {aside). It is too true ! his lids are raised,
his eyes
Are opened wide and gazing at the light,
But they see nothing ! blue and lifeless — dead !
George. But when my lids are shut, I can see more
Than when they're open, father !
Physician. Have a care ;
His mind has killed his body ! we must guard
The boy from catalepsy.
Count Henry. Save him, Doctor !
The half of my estate shall be your own.
Physician. That which has perished cannot be revived !
{He takes his hat and cane. )
Accept my sympathy ! I cannot stay,
I've an engagement with a lady, Count,
To couch a cataract. Farewell !
Count Henry. For Heaven's sake, stay! Something
may still be done !
Physician. Perhaps, sir, you would like to know the
name
Of this disease?
Count Henry. Is there no ray of hope ?
Physician. We call it Amaurosis, from the Greek.
{He departs. )
Count Hetny {throwing his arms a7-ound George). But
you still see a little, my poor George?
George. Father, I hear your voice.
Count Henry. The sun shines clear ;
Look through this window, George ! What do you see ?
George. Between the pupils of my eyes and lids
A crowd of moving figures pass, repass ;
Places I know, and faces I have seen.
Pages of books I've read . . .
Count Henry. Then you do see /
George. With my soul's eyes ; my body's have gone
out, —
I'll see no more with them forever, father!
2o8 THE UNDIVINE COMEDY.
Count Henry. {He falls upon his knees as if lo pray, —
rises after a short silence. )
Before whom have I knelt ? . . . From whom shall I
Ask justice for the woe will crush my child? . . .
[He rises. )
Best to bear all in silence! . . . .
God mocks our prayers, as Satan mocks our curses !
A Voice. Thy son a poet is ; — what wouldst thou more ?
SCENE V. An apartment in the castle. Physician
a? ul Godfather.
Godfather. It is a great misfortune to be blind.
Physician. Unusual too at such an early age.
Godfather. His frame was always weak. His mother
died
Somewhat so, so . . . {touching his forehead. ')
Physician. How did his mother die ?
Godfather. A little — so — not quite in her right mind.
Count Henry {entering). Pardon me that I've sent for
you so late ;
But during some time past my poor boy wakes
At midnight, rises, walks as in a dream.
The Doctor ought to see him : Follow me !
Physician. I'm anxious to observe this strange phe-
nomenon.
SCENE VI. The sleeping-apartment of George. Count
Henry, George, Physician, Godfather, Relations,
afid Nurse.
First Relation. Hush ! Hush !
Second Relation. He wakens, but nor sees nor hears us.
Physician. I pray you, gentlemen, let no one speak !
Godfather. I think it very strange.
George {rising). My God ! my God !
First Relation. How noiselessly and slowly he glides
on !
Second Relation. Look at his thin hands crossed upon
his breast !
Third Relation. His lids are motionless, eyes open
wide,
THE UNDIVINE COMEDY. 209
His lips move not, — but what a clear, shrill cry !
Nurse. Jesus of Nazareth !
George. Darkness, depart !
I am a child of light and harmony.
And what have you to do with such as I?
I will not yield to your dominion, though
My sight is lost, borne off by the wild winds
To float in the immensity of space !
It will return to me one day, enriched
With all the light of all the burning stars !
My pupils will rekindle with a flash of flame !
Godfather. He's mad as was his mother ! He knows
not what
He says ! 'Tis most remarkable.
Physician. It is.
Nurse {kneeling). O Holy Mary ! Mother of our
Lord!
Take out my eyes, and give them to poor George !
George. Mamma ! mamma ! pray send me sunny
thoughts
And lovely images, that I may live
Within myself, and there create a world
Like that which I have lost !
First Relation. Were it not well to call the family,
And hold a consultation ?
Second Relation. Be silent ! Wait!
George. Mamma, thou answerest not. . . . Do not
desert me !
Physician {to the Count). My duty is to tell you the
whole truth.
Godfather. To speak the truth is a physician's duty.
Physician. Your son is threatened with insanity.
Excessive sensibility of nerves,
Combining with excitement of the brain,
Has caused this state of aberration, dream ;
Being awake, asleep at the same time !
I will explain the symptoms if you wish.
Count Henry {aside). This man, my God, would read
Thy laws to me,
Explain Thy judgments !
Physician. Give me pen and ink.
2IO THE UNDIVINE COMEDY.
Cerasis laurel : two grains enough.
I'll write it down.
Count Henry. In yonder room you'll find
All things required. And now, kind friends, good-night !
I fain would be alone !
Many Voices (as they retire'). Good-night ! good-night !
George {awaking). Father, how can they wish good-
night to me ?
I think 'twere better they should say, long night ;
Eternal night without a dawn !
And not ^6'6'^/-night, which means a happy night !
Count Henry. George, take my arm, and lean on me ;
I'll lead
You to your bed.
George. What does this mean, my father?
Count Henry. Cover yourself up warm ; sleep calmly,
George !
The Doctor says you will regain your sight.
George. I feel so ill. . . . Strange voices wakened
me. . . .
I saw mamma knee-deep among the lilies. . . .
{He falls asleep. ^
Count Henry. My blessing rest upon thee, blighted
boy !
Except a blessing, I can give thee nothing ;
Nor light, nor happiness, nor glory !
Alas ! I cannot give thee back thy sight !
Already strikes the hour of combat for me,
When I must lead the few against the many.
What will become of thee, O infant Poet !
Without protection, helpless, sick, and blind?
