Be all you cannot be except by her! NORBERT. I know the woman somewhat, and confess QUEEN. Norbert, this wild girl (whom I recognize Not very wise perhaps and somewhat bold Yet suitable, the whole night's work being strange) But justified a warmth felt long before. Yes, from the first - I loved I shall say, you, Strange! but I do grow stronger, now 'tis said, To-night, the night that crowns your twelvemonths' toil Your heart so long, believe me! From the first So I choose you. as you choose me, NORBERT. And worthily you choose! I will not be unworthy your esteem, No, madam. I do love you; I will meet Your nature, now I know it; this was well, dare and you are justified: you I see, I like that thus you test me ere you grant - back again into my part's set words Devotion to the uttermost is yours, But no, you cannot, madam, even you, Or something truer to the tragic phrase Not yon magnolia-bell superb with scent Invites a certain insect- that's myself— Stay, Norbert that mistake were worst of all. (He is too cunning, madam !) it was I, I, Norbert, who... NORBERT. You, was it, Constance? Then, But for the grace of this divinest hour But you, sweet, you who know me, who so long In those white hands of yours, - it is not well! CONSTANCE. Tush! I have said it, did I not say it all? Enough! my cheek grows red, I think. Your test But "Take the soul still quivering on your hand, The soul so offered, which I cannot use, And, please you, give it to some friend of mine, That two may mock her heart if it succumb? Where she the meanest woman in the world, Norbert! CONSTANCE. NORBERT. I love once as I live but once. You did not know this, Constance? now you know CONSTANCE. See the Queen! Norbert-this one more last word If thus you have taken jest for earnest — thus NORBERT. Ah, no jest holds here! Where is the laughter in which jests break up? Madam why grasp you thus the balcony? Have I done ill? Have I not spoken the truth? The first, that I should choose thus ! so one takes And then approves the expected laugh of scorn Speak, Constance, I'm the beggar! Ha, what's this? Constance the world fades; only you stand there! You did not in to-night's wild whirl of things your soul of souls, for any price? - 'tis easy to believe in you. Was it your love's mad trial to o'ertop Mine by this vain self-sacrifice? well, still CONSTANCE. Feel my heart; let it die against your own. |