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Which most becomes a woman, calm and Good night ! and may all holy angels holy,
guard thee! Thou sittest by the fireside of the heart, Vict. Good night! good night ! Feeding its flame. The element of fire Thou art my guardian angel ! is pure. It cannot change nor hide its I have no other saint than thou to pray nature,
to ! But burns as brightly in a Gypsy camp (He descends by the balcony.) As in a palace hall. Art thou con
Prec. Take care, and do not hurt thee. vinced ?
Art thou safe ? Prec. Yes, that I love thee, as the
Vict. (from the garden). Safe as my good love heaven;
love for thee ! But art thou But not that I am worthy of that heaven.
safe? How shall I more deserve it ?
Others can climb a balcony by moonVict.
light Prec. I cannot love thee more; my As well as I. Pray shut thy window
heart is full. Vict. Then let it overflow, and I will I am jealous of the perfumed air of
drink it, As in the summer-time the thirsty sands That fron this garden climbs to kiss thy
night Drink the swift waters of the Manzanares,
lips. And still do thirst for more. A Watchman (in the street). Ave
Prec. (throwing down her handker
chief). Thou silly child ! Take Maria
this to blind thine eyes. Purissima! 'T is midnight and serene !
It is Vict. Hear'st thou that cry?
benison ! Vict.
And brings to me Prec.
It is a hateful sound, Sweet fragrance from thy lips, as the soft To scare thee from me!
As the hunter's horn Wafts to the out-bound mariner the Doth scare the timid stag, or bark of
Of the belovedl·land he leaves behind. The moor-fowl from his mate.
Prec. Make not thy voyage long. Prec.
Pray, do not go ! Vict. I must away to Alcalá to. Shall see me safe returned. Thou art the
To-morrow night night. Think of me when I am away.
To guide me to an anchorage. Good I have no thoughts that do not think My beauteous star! My star of love,
night! of thee. Vict. (giving her a ring). And to re
Prec. Good night! mind thee of my love, take this ;
Watchman (at a distance). Ave Maria A serpent, emblem of Eternity;
Purissima ! A ruby, say, a drop of my heart's
blood. Prec. It is an ancient saying, that the ruby
SCENE IV. - An inn on the road to Alcalá. Brings gladness to the wearer, and pre
BALTASAR asleep on a bench. Enter
CHISPA. The heart pure, and, if laid beneath the Chispa. And here we are, half-way to pillow,
Alcalá, between cocks and midnight. Drives away evil dreams. But then, Body o'me! what an inn this is ! The alas !
lights out, and the landlord asleep. It was a serpent tempted Eve to sin. Holá ! ancient Baltasar ! Vict. What convent of barefooted Bal. (waking). Here I am. Carmelites
Chispa. Yes, there you are, like a oneTaught thee so much theology ?
eyed Alcalde in a town without inhabiPrec. (laying her hand upon his tants. Bring a light, and let me have mouth).
Hush hush ! supper.
Bal. Where is your master ? SCENE V. - VICTORIAN'S chambers at
Chispa. Do not trouble yourself about Alcalá. HYPOLITO asleep in an armhim. We have stopped a moment to
chair. He awakes slowly. breathe our horses; and, if he chooses to walk up and down in the open air, look
Hyp. I must have been asleep! ay, ing into the sky as one who hears it And it was all a dream. O sleep, sweet
sound asleep! rain, that does not satisfy my hunger, you know. But be quick, for I am in a Whatever form thou takest, thou art fair,
sleep! hurry, and every man stretches his legs Holding unto our lips thy goblet filled according to the length of his coverlet. Out of Oblivion's well, a healing draught! What have we here? Bal. (setting a light on the table). The candles have burned low; it must
be late. Stewed rabbit.
Chispa (eating). Conscience of Porta- Where can Victorian be ? Like Fray legre ! Stewed kitten, you mean !
Carrillo, Bal. And a pitcher of Pedro Ximenes, The only place in which one cannot find
him with a roasted pear in it. Chispa (drinking). Ancient Baltasar,
Is his own cell. Here's his guitar, that amigo! You know how to cry wine and Feels the caresses of its master's hand.
seldoin sell vinegar. I tell you this
is nothing Open thy silent lips, sweet instrument! but Vino Tinto of La Mancha, with a tang of the swine-skin.
And make dull midnight merry with a Bal. I swear to you by Saint Simon
song and Judas, it is all as I say.
(He plays and sings.) Chispa. And I swear to you by Saint
Padre Francisco ! Peter and Saint Paul, that it is no such
Padre Francisco ! thing. Moreover, your supper is like the
What do you want of Padre Francisco ? hidalgo's dinner, very little meat and a
Here is a pretty young maiden great deal of tablecloth.
Who wants to confess her sins ! Bal. Ha ! ha! ha!
Open the door and let her come in, Chispa. And more noise than nuts. I will shrive her from every sin.
Bal. Ha ! ha! ha! You must have your joke, Master Chispa. But shall I
(Enter VICTORIAN.) not ask Don Victorian in, to take a Vict. Padre Hypolito ! Padre Hypodraught of the Pedro Ximenes ?
lito ! Chispa. No; you might as well say, Hyp. What do you want of Padre Hy“Don't-you-want- some ?” to a dead polito?
Vict. Come, shrive me straight ; for, Bal. Why does he go so often to if love be a sin, Madrid ?
I am the greatest sinner that doth live. Chispa. For the same reason that he I will confess the sweetest of all crimes, eats no supper. He is in love. Were A maiden wooed and won. you ever in love, Baltasar ?
The same old tale Bal. I was never out of it, good of the old woman in the chimney-corner, Chispa. It has been the torment of my who, while the pot boils, says, “Come life.
here, my child ; Chispa. What ! are you on fire, too, I'll tell thee a story of my wedding-day." old hay-stack? Why, we shall never be Vict. Nay, listen, for my heart is full ; able to put you out. Vict." (without). Chispa !
That I must speak. Chispa. Go to bed, Pero Grullo, for Нур. . Alas! that heart of thine the cocks are crowing.
Is like a scene in the old play ; the cur. Vict. Ea ! Chispa! Chispa !
tain Chispa. Ea ! Señor. Come with me, Rises to solemn music, and lo! enter ancient Baltasar, and bring water for the The eleven thousand virgins of Cologne ! horses. I will pay for the supper to- Vict. Nay, like the Sibyl's volumes,
Exeunt. thou shouldst say ;
Those that remained, after the six were Vict.
They quarrelled, burned,
And so the matter ended. Being held more precious than the nine Hyp.
But in truth together.
Thou wilt not marry her. But listen to my tale. Dost thou re- Vict.
In truth I will. member
The angels sang in heaven when she was The Gypsy girl we saw at Córdova
born! Dance the Romalis in the market-place ? She is a precious jewel I have found
Hyp. Thou meanest Preciosa. Among the filth and rubbish of the world. Vict.
Ay, the same. I'll stoop for it; but when I wear it here, Thou knowest how her image haunted me Set on my forehead like the morning Long after we returned to Alcalá.
star, She's in Madrid.
The world may wonder, but it will not Нур. . I know it.
And I'm in love. Hyp. If thou wear'st nothing else upon Hyp. And therefore in Madrid when thy forehead, thou shouldst be
'T will be indeed a wonder. In Alcalá.
Out upon thee Vict. O pardon me, my friend, With thy unseasonable jests ! Pray tell If I so long have kept this secret from thee; me, But silence is the charm that guards such Is there no virtue in the world ? treasures,
Not much. And, if a word be spoken ere the time, What, think'st thou, is she doing at this They sink again, they were not meant moment;
Now, while we speak of her ? Hyp. Alas ! alas ! I see thou art in Vict.
She lies asleep, love.
And from her parted lips her gentle breath Love keeps the cold out better than a Comes like the fragrance from the lips of cloak.
flowers. It serves for food and raiment. Give a Her tender limbs are still, and on her Spaniard
breast His mass, his olla, and his Doña Luisa - The cross she prayed to, ere she fell asleep, Thou knowest the proverb. But pray Rises and falls with the soft tide of tell me, lover,
dreams, How speeds thy wooing? Is the maiden Like a light barge safe moored.
Which means, in prose, Write her a song, beginning with an Ave; She's sleeping with her mouth a little Sing as the monk sang to the Virgin Mary,
Vict. O, would I had the old magician's
To see her as she lies in childlike sleep!
Hyp. And wouldst thou venture ?
Ay, indeed I would ! Vict. Pray, do not jest! This is no Hyp. Thou art courageous. Hast thou time for it!
e'er reflected I am in earnest !
How much lies hidden in that one word, Hyp. Seriously enamored ?
now ? What, ho! The Primus of great Alcalá Vict. Yes; all the awful mystery of Enamored of a Gypsy? Tell me frankly,
Life! How meanest thou ?
I oft have thought, my dear Hypolito, Vict.
I mean it honestly. That could we, by some spell of magic, Hyp. Surely thou wilt not marry her! change Vict.
Why not? The world and its inhabitants to stone, Hyp. She was betrothed to one Bar- In the same attitudes they now are in, tolomé,
What fearful glances downward might If I remember rightly, a young Gypsy
we cast Who danced with her at Córdova. Into the hollow chasms of human life!
What groups should we behold about the Upon the idle sea-shore of the mind ! death-bed,
Visions of Fame! that once did visit me, Putting to shame the group of Niobe ! Making night glorious with your smile, What joyful welcomes, and what sad where are ye? farewells !
0, who shall give me, now that ye are What stony tears in those congealed eyes ! gone, What visible joy or anguish in those Juices of those immortal plants that bloom cheeks !
Upon Olympus, making us immortal ? What bridal pomps, and what funereal Or teach me where that wondrous man
shows ! What foes, like gladiators, fierce and Whose magic root, torn from the earth struggling!
with groans, What lovers with their marble lips to At midnight hour, can scare the fiends gether!
away, Hyp. Ay, there it is ! and, if I were And make the mind prolific in its fancies ? in love,
I have the wish, but want the will, to That is the very point I most should act ! dread.
Souls of great men departed ! Ye whose This magic glass, these magic spells of words thine,
Have come to light from the swift river Might tell a tale were better left untold. of Time, For instance, they might show us thy Like Roman swords found in the Tagus' fair cousin,
bed, The Lady Violante, bathed in tears Where is the strength to wield the arins Of love and anger, like the maid of
ye bore ? Colchis,
From the barred visor of Antiquity Whom thou, another faithless Argonaut, Reflected shines the eternal light of Truth, Having won that golden fleece, a woman's As from a mirror ! All the means of love,
action Desertest for this Glauce.
The shapeless masses, the materials J'ict.
Hold thy peace ! Lie everywhere about us. What we need She cares not for me. She may wed Is the celestial fire to change the flintanother,
Into transparent crystal, bright and clear. Or go into a convent, and, thus dying, That fire is genius! The rude peasant Marry Achilles in the Elysian Fields.
sits Hyp. (rising). And so, good night! At evening in his smoky cot, and draws Good morning, I should say.
With charcoal uncouth figures on the
wall. (Clock strikes three.)
The son of genius comes, foot-sore with Hark! how the loud and ponderous mace travel, of Time
And begs a shelter from the inclement Knocks at the golden portals of the day! night. And so, once more, good night! We'll He takes the charcoal from the peasant's speak more largely
hand, Of Preciosa when we meet again. And, by the magic of his touch at once Get thee to bed, and the magician, Sleep, Transfigured, all
its hidden virtues shine, Shall show her to thee, in his magic glass, And, in the eyes of the astonished clown, In all her loveliness. Good night ! It gleams a diamond ! Even thus trans
Good night! Rude popular traditions and old tales But not to bed ; for I must read awhile. Shine as immortal poems, at the touch (Throws himself into the arm-chair which Of some poor, houseless, homeless, wan
HYPOLITO has left, and lays a large book dering bard, open upon his knees.)
Who had but a night's lodging for his Must read, or sit in revery and watch
pains. The changing color of the waves that But there are brighter dreams than those break
so young and fair
Which are the dreams of Love ! Out of And rather die an outcast in the streets the heart
Than touch his gold. Rises the bright ideal of these dreams, Ang.
You know him, then! As from some woodland fount a spirit Prec.
As much rises
As any woman may, and yet be pure. And sinks again into its silent deeps, As you would keep your name without a Ere the enamored knight can touch her blemisli, robe !
Beware of him ! 'Tis this ideal that the soul of man, Ang.
Alas! what can I do? Like the enamored knight beside the I cannot choose my friends. Each word fountain,
of kindness, Waits for upon the margin of Life's Come whence it may, is welcome to the stream;
poor. Waits to behold her rise from the dark Prec. Make me your friend. A girl
waters, Clad in a mortal shape ! Alas ! how Should have no friends but those of her
many Must wait in vain! The stream flows What is your name? evermore,
Angelica. But from its silent deeps no spirit rises ! Prec.
That name Yet I, born under a propitious star, Was given you, that you might be an Jlave found the bright ideal of my
To her who bore you! When your inYes ! she is ever with me. I can feel,
fant smile Here, as I sit at midnight and alone, Made her home Paradise, you were her Her gentle breathing ! on my breast can angel. feel
0, be an angel still! She needs that The pressure of her head! God's benison smile. Rest ever on it ! Close those beauteous So long as you are innocent, fear nothing. eyes,
No one can harm you! I am a poor Sweet Sleep! and all the flowers that girl, blooin at night
Whom chance has taken from the public With balmy lips breathe in her ears my streets. name!
I have no other shield than mine own (Gradually sinks asleep)
virtue. That is the charm which has protected
Amid a thousand perils, I have worn it ACT II.
Here on my heart! It is my guardian
angel. SCENE I. — PRECIOSA's chamber. Morning. PRECIOSA and ANGELICA.
Ang. (rising). I thank you for this
counsel, dearest lady. Prec. Why will you go so soon ? Stay Prec. Thank me by following it.
Indeed I will. The poor too often turn away unheard Prec. Pray, do not go. I have much From hearts that shut against them with
more to say a sound
Ang. My mother is alone. I dare not That will be heard in heaven. Pray, leave her. tell me more
Prec. Some other time, then, when Of your adversities. Keep nothing from we meet again.
You must not go away with words alone. What is your landlord's name?
(Gives her a purse.) Ang.
The Count of Lara. Prec. The Count of Lara ? O, beware Take this. Would it were more. that man !
I thank you, lady: Mistrust his pity, - hold no parley with Prec. No thanks. To-morrow come him !
to me again.