Out of mere mortal ken-above the Cedars- To teach it-now, thou hast all gifts in one, All gifts come clustering to that-go, lead [Turning to the Druses.] Ye take This Khalil for my delegate? To him Ye follow? Druses. We follow! Now exalt thyself! Dja. [raises Loys.] Then to thee, Loys! How I wronged thee, Loys! -Yet, wronged, no less thou shalt have full revenge, Thou, loaded with these wrongs, the princely soul, -One cedar-blossom in thy Ducal cap, One thought of Anael in thy heart-perchance, [He bends over ANAEL.] And last to thee! But press to thee, exalt myself to thee? Thus I exalt myself, set free my soul ! [He stabs himself—as he falls, supported by KHALIL and LOYS, the VENETIANS enter: the ADMIRAL advances. Admiral. God and St. Mark for Venice! Plant the Lion! [At the clash of the planted standard, the Druses shout, and move tumultuously forward, Loys drawing his sword. Dja. [leading them a few steps between KHALIL and LOYS.] On to the Mountain. At the Mountain, Druses! [Dies. I DEDICATE THIS LAST ATTEMPT FOR THE PRESENT AT DRAMATIC POETRY To a Great Dramatic Poet; WISHING WHAT I WRITE MAY BE READ BY HIS LIGHT: -IF a PHRASE ORIGINALLY ADDRESSED, BY NOT THE LEAST WORTHY OF HIS CONTEMPORARIES, TO SHAKESPEARE, MAY BE APPLIED HERE, BY ONE WHOSE SOLE PRIVILEGE IS IN A GRATEFUL ADMIRATION, TO WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. |