Exhausts me. Here am I arrived: the rest Must be done for me. Would I could sit here And let things right themselves, the masque un masque -Of the King, crownless, grey hairs and hot blood— A dream out. Rather shake it off at Turin, That disconcerts me! There the change must strike. By some vast unimaginable charge, A flying hell of horse and foot and guns There's no more Victor when the world wakes up! Then silence, as of a raw battle-field, Throughout the world. Then after (as whole days After, you'd catch at intervals faint noise Through the stiff crust of frozen blood)—there creeps That a strange old man, with face outworn for wounds, Some bright morn, how men crowd about the midst Wide ope! To Turin, yes or no-or no? Re-enter CHARLES with papers. Cha. Just as I thought! A miserable falsehood By means that suit their natures! [Tearing them.] Thus they shake My faith in Victor! [Turning, he discovers VICTOR. Vic. [after a pause.] Not at Evian, Charles? What's this? Why do you run to close the doors? No welcome for your father? Cha. Not his voice! What would I give for one imperious tone Of the old sort! That's gone for ever. Vic. I ask once more... Cha. Must No-I concede it, sir! You are returned for . . . true, your health declines; You'd chose one fitter for your final lodge— And I concede it. Vic. I received advices Of the conclusion of the Spanish matter Cha. To visit me at Evian, satisfied And you forbore The work I had to do would fully task The little wit I have, and that your presence Would only disconcert me— Vic. Cha. Charles? -Me-set For ever in a foreign course to yours, Sir, this way of wile were good to catch, Cha. You mean, Did you require your crown again! Oh yes, I should speak otherwise! But turn not that Wisely you seek myself to make complaint, And foil the malice of the world which laughs That not a soul knows of this visit. Speak! Vic. [Aside.] Here is the grateful, much-professing son Prepared to worship me, for whose sole sake I think to waive my plans of public good! [Aloud.] Nay, Charles, if I did seek to take once more My crown, were so disposed to plague myself, I gave it-grant, I would resume it-well? Cha. I should say simply, leaving out the why And how, you made me swear to keep that crown : And as you then intended. . . Vic. Fool! What way I can intend up to a certain point, No farther. I intended to preserve The Crown of Savoy and Sardinia whole : The way, I hoped should guard it, rather like Cha. Keep within your sphere and mine! It is God's province we usurp on, else. Here, blindfold through the maze of things we walk Have sworn to keep this kingdom: there's my truth. And in the effect of all this tortuous dealing Are over-subtle. I should rather say In such a case, frankly-it fails, my scheme : I hoped to see you bring about, yourself, What I must bring about: I interpose On your behalf, with my son's good in sight, say, Because my answer would present itself Forthwith; a year has wrought an age's change: Your policy. Vic. [with an outburst.] I know it! You undo All I have done, my life of toil and care! I left you this the absolutist rule In Europe; do you think I will sit still And see you throw all power off to the people— See my Sardinia, that has stood apart, Join in the mad and democratic whirl Whereto I see all Europe haste full-tide? England casts off her kings; France mimics Eng land; |