"Tis shame, 'tis torment, 'tis despair.

DÆMON.

But how

Canst thou defend thyself from that or me,
If my power drags thee onward?

JUSTINA.

My defence

Consists in God.

[He vainly endeavours to force her, and at last releases her.

DEMON.

Woman, thou hast subdued me,

Only by not owning thyself subdued.

But since thou thus findest defence in God,
I will assume a feigned form, and thus
Make thee a victim of my baffled rage.
For I will mask a spirit in thy form
Who will betray thy name to infamy,
And doubly shall I triumph in thy loss,

First by dishonouring thee, and then by turning

False pleasure to true ignominy.

[Exit

JUSTINA.

I

Appeal to Heaven against thee! so that Heaven

May scatter thy delusions, and the blot
Upon my fame vanish in idle thought,

Even as flame dies in the envious air,
And as the flow'ret wanes at morning frost,
And thou shouldst never-————— -But, alas! to whom
Do I still speak?-Did not a man but now
Stand here before me?—No, I am alone,
And yet I saw him. Is he gone so quickly?
Or can the heated mind engender shapes
From its own fear? Some terrible and strange
Peril is near. Lisander, father, lord!

Livia!

Enter LISANDER and Livia.

LISANDER.

O my daughter; what?

LIVIA.

What?

JUSTINA.

Saw you

A man go forth from my apartment now ?—

I scarce sustain myself!

LISANDER.

A man here!

JUSTINA

Have you not seen him?

LIVIA.

No, lady.

JUSTINA.

I saw him.

LISANDER.

'Tis impossible; the doors

Which led to this apartment were all locked.

LIVIA (aside.)

I dare say it was Moscon whom she saw,
For he was locked up in my room.

LISANDER.

It must

Have been some image of thy phantasy.
Such melancholy as thou feedest is
Skilful in forming such in the vain air
Out of the motes and atoms of the day.

LIVIA.

My master 's in the right.

JUSTINA.

O, would it were

Delusion! but I fear some greater ill.
I feel as if out of my bleeding bosom
My heart was torn in fragments; ay,

Some mortal spell is wrought against my frame
So potent was the charm, that had not God
Shielded my humble innocence from wrong,
I should have sought my sorrow and my shame

With willing steps.-Livia, quick, bring my cloak,

For I must seek refuge from these extremes
Even in the temple of the highest God
Which secretly the faithful worship.

Here.

LIVIA.

JUSTINA (putting on her cloak.)

In this, as in a shroud of snow, may I Quench the consuming fire in which I burn, Wasting away!

LISANDER

And I will go with thee.

LIVIA.

When I once see them safe out of the house,

I shall breathe freely.

JUSTINA.

So do I confide

In thy just favour, Heaven!

LISANDER.

Let us go.

JUSTINA.

Thine is the cause, great God! Turn, for my sake And for thine own, mercifully to me!

SCENES

FROM THE FAUST OF GOETHE.

PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN.

The LORD and the Host of Heaven.

Enter Three Archangels.

RAPHAEL.

THE sun makes music as of old
Amid the rival spheres of Heaven,
On its predestined circle rolled

With thunder speed; the Angels even
Draw strength from gazing on its glance,
Though none its meaning fathom may.
The world's unwithered countenance
Is bright as at creation's day.

GABRIEL.

And swift and swift, with rapid lightness, The adorned Earth spins silently, Alternating Elysian brightness

With deep and dreadful night; the sea Foams in broad billows from the deep Up to the rocks; and rocks and ocean, Onward, with spheres which never sleep, Are hurried in eternal motion.