| (1, 1) 183 | At work, Bernardo? |
| (1, 1) 185 | I think, Bernardo, you must dream of arms, |
| (1, 1) 186 | See heaven as a place of perfect mail, |
| (1, 1) 187 | With all its angels armoured in delight. |
| (1, 1) 194 | But near the truth, for 'tis the shell, indeed, |
| (1, 1) 195 | That makes the man; and his appearance serves |
| (1, 1) 196 | In place of armour 'gainst all estimates. |
| (1, 1) 197 | My blade is finished? |
| (1, 1) 201 | How would they fare, Bernardo, should ill chance |
| (1, 1) 202 | Arrest this service. |
| (1, 1) 206 | Praise indeed! |
| (1, 1) 212 | Not for many years. |
| (1, 1) 217 | I had forgotten it. |
| (1, 1) 218 | Then was the world laid wide before my feet, |
| (1, 1) 219 | And all adventures stood for my assay, |
| (1, 1) 220 | But now — Bernardo, have you ever thought |
| (1, 1) 221 | Of turning hence? |
| (1, 1) 223 | Sloven content! What piece of steel is this |
| (1, 1) 224 | Your practice moulds? |
| (1, 1) 227 | I gave it him. This guard |
| (1, 1) 228 | Is Meliard's, a present from myself. |
| (1, 1) 229 | This frontal here a portion of the suit |
| (1, 1) 230 | I gave long since unto Sir Astamor. |
| (1, 1) 231 | Here's much that once I could have called my own, |
| (1, 1) 232 | Mine ancient substance — |
| (1, 1) 241 | I gave them my best, |
| (1, 1) 242 | And clad in kindness which they gained of me, |
| (1, 1) 243 | They have o'erpast me. So I strive in vain |
| (1, 1) 244 | And waste subsistence for their mockery. |
| (1, 1) 245 | And yet, Bernardo, when we met before |
| (1, 1) 246 | In Mantua, I did not do so ill. |
| (1, 1) 247 | There's not such difference in the make of man, |
| (1, 1) 248 | That I, who forced acknowledgement of worth |
| (1, 1) 249 | In Italy, in Britain should be shamed. |
| (1, 1) 256 | Patient, I am so! |
| (1, 1) 257 | I crave no honours or rewards, indeed, |
| (1, 1) 258 | For they are favours that a chance may bring |
| (1, 1) 259 | To be henceforth the inmates of one's life, |
| (1, 1) 260 | And so sustained, consulted hour by hour, |
| (1, 1) 261 | That the cramped soul no longer is the lord |
| (1, 1) 262 | Of its own being. Is it much I ask, |
| (1, 1) 263 | That they acknowledge that I serve them well? |
| (1, 1) 267 | I may do them wrong; |
| (1, 1) 268 | Perhaps it is my vanity that's hurt, |
| (1, 1) 269 | And they do right to overlook my power. |
| (1, 1) 270 | Who knows where lies the limit of his use? |
| (1, 1) 271 | My blade is finished? |
| (1, 1) 277 | Bernardo, we are friends, |
| (1, 1) 278 | And both alike contemned and lightly held |
| (1, 1) 279 | In the opinion of these islanders. |
| (1, 1) 285 | 'Tis kindly meant; but I go hence to-night. |
| (1, 1) 287 | At once. Bernardo, I am poor. |
| (1, 1) 288 | The huge equipment and vast sustenance, |
| (1, 1) 289 | Wherewith I came unto this island realm, |
| (1, 1) 290 | Are past and vanished. All mine armament |
| (1, 1) 291 | Have I not given to my friends or foes |
| (1, 1) 292 | Indifferent? For I was taught a knight |
| (1, 1) 293 | Should be so free, so liberal and kind, |
| (1, 1) 294 | That none who asked should go without reward, |
| (1, 1) 295 | To this result. One simple suit is left — |
| (1, 1) 296 | My sword and horse. |
| (1, 1) 299 | I may not accept |
| (1, 1) 300 | A gift of you. |
| (1, 1) 307 | I'll not take of you |
| (1, 1) 308 | What I must risk. |
| (1, 1) 310 | Has been my friend! |
| (1, 1) 311 | Were his sweet friendship a small thing to me, |
| (1, 1) 312 | I'd ask of him, but I am not become |
| (1, 1) 313 | As yet a beggar. |
| (1, 1) 315 | To some, perhaps. His kindness passed me by, |
| (1, 1) 316 | And I'll accept that treatment as the worth |
| (1, 1) 317 | I am to him. |
| (1, 1) 319 | Most just, |
| (1, 1) 320 | So I accept his verdict as my due. |
| (1, 1) 322 | Bernardo, if I cannot ask |
| (1, 1) 323 | Help of my friends, I am not like to come |
| (1, 1) 324 | To such a pass. For I am not so made |
| (1, 1) 325 | That I can bend my humour to the needs |
| (1, 1) 326 | Of Queen and courtiers. Ask my Queen for aid? |
| (1, 1) 327 | Cry out for my worth as pedlars cry their wares, |
| (1, 1) 328 | And pledge my honour for another cast? |
| (1, 1) 329 | That were too foul! Suffice it, I have failed. |
| (1, 1) 330 | I do not charge injustice to the world, |
| (1, 1) 331 | Nor blame mankind for blindness that my deeds |
| (1, 1) 332 | Are out of sight. I can accept defeat, |
| (1, 1) 333 | And with some sorrow put my dreams away. |
| (1, 1) 342 | It is time I went, |
| (1, 1) 343 | For I am landless, houseless, penniless. |
| (1, 1) 347 | Come with me then, my friend. |
| (1, 1) 352 | I shall be glad to think |
| (1, 1) 353 | That one regrets my passing. Come — my blade! |
| (1, 1) 354 | Is it not finished? |
| (1, 1) 356 | And fits |
| (1, 1) 357 | Its scabbard truly. Lad, the work is good. |
| (1, 1) 358 | Would mine were so. Bernardo, then, farewell. |
| (1, 1) 359 | I go to test my fortune in new lands, |
| (1, 1) 360 | And fate may bring me to this realm again, |
| (1, 1) 361 | Or hold me far from it. |
| (1, 2) 653 | Good, these should know. Come hither, my good folk. |
| (1, 2) 654 | Know ye these paths? |
| (1, 2) 657 | Come, answer me, these thickets are your home, |
| (1, 2) 658 | And ye must know them. |
| (1, 2) 662 | But I would travel south. |
| (1, 2) 665 | What ails your speech, and why this trembling, man? |
| (1, 2) 666 | I shall not hurt you. |
| (1, 2) 669 | I see you fear. Thou, girl, |
| (1, 2) 670 | Knowest thou the roads that lead beyond this place? |
| (1, 2) 673 | Is this truth? |
| (1, 2) 675 | Fear not, I shall not do you harm! |
| (1, 2) 676 | Here will I rest, since I must have the day |
| (1, 2) 677 | To light my passage. |
| (1, 2) 679 | Why not? |
| (1, 2) 680 | God speed you. |
| (1, 2) 684 | Stay, though, I need a service of you yet; |
| (1, 2) 685 | Light me a fire, for I'll sleep here to-night. |
| (1, 2) 687 | Not so, my friends, stay ye and make it. |
| (1, 2) 690 | Ye shall go full soon. |
| (1, 2) 691 | Tell me, what fear ye? |
| (1, 2) 694 | Oh, I know |
| (1, 2) 695 | That tale! |
| (1, 2) 702 | Nothing, my good soul. |
| (1, 2) 703 | Ye that do fear the length of all your days, |
| (1, 2) 704 | Find doubt at dawn, half courage in the day, |
| (1, 2) 705 | Terror at twilight. What the night can bring |
| (1, 2) 706 | Of added tremors I may not conceive. |
| (1, 2) 712 | Then go, good fools — farewell! |
| (1, 2) 713 | Why go ye not? |
| (1, 2) 715 | Well? |
| (1, 2) 719 | See, here is the reward — |
| (1, 2) 721 | What then? |
| (1, 2) 729 | What? |
| (1, 2) 731 | Why, then, 'tis death. |
| (1, 2) 732 | The night is here. Go, ye good fearful things, |
| (1, 2) 733 | Lest your own fear play havoc with your lives. |
| (1, 2) 734 | Silence! Enough! I'll have no more of this. |
| (1, 2) 736 | Poor souls, they wander in a fitful dream; |
| (1, 2) 737 | Born in the shadow, nurtured like the stuff |
| (1, 2) 738 | That grows so rank between the stagnant moat |
| (1, 2) 739 | And savage wall. The usage of their days |
| (1, 2) 740 | Is but a hope that they shall pass unmarked. |
| (1, 2) 741 | Unnoticed birth, unhindered life, and thence |
| (1, 2) 742 | Unhampered passage to a state unknown. |
| (1, 2) 743 | Existence cramped beneath the wings of fear! |
| (1, 2) 744 | Poor souls, my sorrow is not half of theirs, |
| (1, 2) 745 | And yet suffices. {Lies down.} Sleep. Did I desire |
| (1, 2) 746 | To wish them well, I think to sleep is best, |
| (1, 2) 747 | Since 'tis denied them to attain great ends. |
| (1, 2) 751 | Returned so soon? |
| (1, 2) 753 | Dost thou not fear? |
| (1, 2) 755 | Thou needst not, girl. {dreamily} It's true more danger lives |
| (1, 2) 756 | Amongst mankind than in the open woods. |
| (1, 2) 757 | The twisted branches that enframe the stars |
| (1, 2) 758 | Are not as tangled as men's motives are. |
| (1, 2) 759 | The fiercest shadows that can haunt a glade, |
| (1, 2) 760 | The forms of terror that infest bleak hills, |
| (1, 2) 761 | Are not as savage, nor as dangerous, |
| (1, 2) 762 | As fretful moods in passionate wild souls. |
| (1, 2) 763 | All nature's constant save in idle man. |
| (1, 2) 764 | Night is so sweet that I can wonder now, |
| (1, 2) 765 | As must the spirits who look down on us; |
| (1, 2) 766 | We fret and trouble, spur our willing souls, |
| (1, 2) 767 | And yet see life outpace our earnest quest. |
| (1, 2) 768 | Why not be gentle, and say just good-night, |
| (1, 2) 769 | Sleep well, my dreams, sleep well, mine enterprise; |
| (1, 2) 770 | To-morrow — well, to-morrow. Tell me, child, |
| (1, 2) 771 | Why did thy comrades fear this place so much. |
| (1, 2) 779 | What more? |
| (1, 2) 791 | No charcoal-burner this. |
| (1, 2) 792 | The form itself! But, God, how fair it is — |
| (1, 2) 793 | Is this enchantment, or does mystery |
| (1, 2) 794 | In silence whispered, so infect my mind |
| (1, 2) 795 | That I see phantoms? |
| (1, 2) 797 | Hast my name? |
| (1, 2) 798 | Why, then, my soul has left its fleshly shape, |
| (1, 2) 799 | And stands to mock me. |
| (1, 2) 801 | Not I! |
| (1, 2) 802 | If thou be flesh, and of defiant sort, |
| (1, 2) 803 | A blade can test thee. If thou art not that, |
| (1, 2) 804 | But mere refraction of disordered thought, |
| (1, 2) 805 | Thou canst not harm me. |
| (1, 2) 810 | And no slight spirit, vaporous form of dreams, |
| (1, 2) 811 | Born of the moonbeams and the mist of lakes, |
| (1, 2) 812 | Clasped in the woodlands. Thou didst speak my name — |
| (1, 2) 813 | I know thee not! |
| (1, 2) 821 | They say the devil takes such shapes as this, |
| (1, 2) 822 | When he would tempt the constancy of knights! |
| (1, 2) 824 | Nay, I fear not, but doubt |
| (1, 2) 825 | Why thou hast come to trouble me. |
| (1, 2) 830 | Also? |
| (1, 2) 834 | What meanest thou? |
| (1, 2) 840 | Let me hold fast my senses, for they reel; — |
| (1, 2) 841 | I know this world! |
| (1, 2) 848 | How may this be? |
| (1, 2) 851 | How shall I believe? |
| (1, 2) 855 | I dare not. |
| (1, 2) 858 | So wonderful and strange! |
| (1, 2) 859 | I dare not let my straining ears take hold |
| (1, 2) 860 | Upon thy speech. |
| (1, 2) 862 | No; |
| (1, 2) 863 | For such a beauty is too dangerous |
| (1, 2) 864 | For mortal feeling. |
| (1, 2) 867 | Can I endure it so, |
| (1, 2) 868 | Or will my lips enforcèd cry the words — |
| (1, 2) 869 | My soul compels them! I have but my soul |
| (1, 2) 870 | To stake on it. Stay, Triamour! |
| (1, 2) 873 | May I not attain |
| (1, 2) 874 | Unto that world? |
| (1, 2) 878 | Stay but a moment. |
| (1, 2) 881 | Nay, be thou merciful. |
| (1, 2) 882 | Forgive my failing. 'Twas my craven soul |
| (1, 2) 883 | That shrank in doubt from this dread novelty, |
| (1, 2) 884 | But for a time. The fashion of my fear |
| (1, 2) 885 | Was more amazement than true dread. So swift, |
| (1, 2) 886 | So strange was thy sweet coming that my mind, |
| (1, 2) 887 | But half awoken from fantastic thoughts, |
| (1, 2) 888 | Lost mastery upon itself. But now |
| (1, 2) 889 | My fear is swung to terror of long days |
| (1, 2) 890 | Without thy presence. |
| (1, 2) 898 | Let me be so, though I had never thought |
| (1, 2) 899 | To do love-service. I will pledge my soul |
| (1, 2) 900 | Unto thy being. |
| (1, 2) 906 | On my soul be it! |
| (1, 2) 910 | I'll not mourn for it. |
| (1, 2) 911 | Sour and displeasing it has been to me, |
| (1, 2) 912 | Unfriends of mine most of its habitants, |
| (1, 2) 913 | And I can leave it with no pain at heart. |
| (2, 1) 998 | Triamour. |
| (2, 1) 1001 | Aye, it seems to me |
| (2, 1) 1002 | The light has changed. |
| (2, 1) 1005 | Surely this harsh colouring |
| (2, 1) 1006 | Fashions a change from the grey, silvered state |
| (2, 1) 1007 | Wherein I entered! |
| (2, 1) 1010 | I thought you once a wondrous flower, |
| (2, 1) 1011 | White in the darkness of moon-mocking woods; |
| (2, 1) 1012 | But now the flush of suns unknown to me |
| (2, 1) 1013 | Has made you strange. |
| (2, 1) 1022 | But now the skies are filled |
| (2, 1) 1023 | With bronze and golden harness, like the breasts |
| (2, 1) 1024 | Of kings in war. |
| (2, 1) 1033 | We watch an autumn, then? |
| (2, 1) 1036 | And we watch? |
| (2, 1) 1043 | I cannot understand. |
| (2, 1) 1044 | What is this place? |
| (2, 1) 1049 | Wherefore? |
| (2, 1) 1053 | How can I think of it? |
| (2, 1) 1064 | But I have flesh and garb of man. |
| (2, 1) 1067 | Were I worthier |
| (2, 1) 1068 | I should not be ashamed. |
| (2, 1) 1071 | All exaltations here, |
| (2, 1) 1072 | Vision, whose fashion is nobility, |
| (2, 1) 1073 | Purged splendour of a sloven world, |
| (2, 1) 1074 | Why hast thou brought me to the place of gods? |
| (2, 1) 1075 | I am but man. |
| (2, 1) 1082 | It is fair indeed. |
| (2, 1) 1091 | I am sick at heart. |
| (2, 1) 1093 | Thy sweetness is so much to me |
| (2, 1) 1094 | That I am withered in my impotence. |
| (2, 1) 1095 | I cannot match thee. Had I been a man |
| (2, 1) 1096 | As I am not — |
| (2, 1) 1098 | Hear me out. |
| (2, 1) 1099 | Had I been something, something even slight, |
| (2, 1) 1100 | One that great nature sets apart and fits |
| (2, 1) 1101 | To certain purpose, I were not ashamed. |
| (2, 1) 1102 | But I'm a callow 'prentice unto life |
| (2, 1) 1103 | As yet, a clumsy handler of my soul, |
| (2, 1) 1104 | Lacking the gifts of knowledge, strength and age. |
| (2, 1) 1105 | Dearest, canst thou believe me faithful and yet know |
| (2, 1) 1106 | I hold thy love to be but patronage? |
| (2, 1) 1107 | Affection squandered on a thing unproved — |
| (2, 1) 1111 | Thou art overwise. |
| (2, 1) 1114 | But I am not. I have myself to please — |
| (2, 1) 1115 | The hardest master of censorious thoughts |
| (2, 1) 1116 | That one could wish for. |
| (2, 1) 1119 | In all faith. |
| (2, 1) 1122 | I have kept my pride. |
| (2, 1) 1123 | I'll be no peasant spying on the gods, |
| (2, 1) 1124 | No trancèd servant of a common lust, |
| (2, 1) 1125 | But a clean being from all bondage free, |
| (2, 1) 1126 | From crippling custom and base prejudice, |
| (2, 1) 1127 | Wherein the folly of the world is held. |
| (2, 1) 1128 | I cannot love thee; as a thing of us, |
| (2, 1) 1129 | The mere companion of the films of earth, |
| (2, 1) 1130 | I worship thine existence, and will stand |
| (2, 1) 1131 | Equal or nothing. |
| (2, 1) 1135 | God help me! I forswear |
| (2, 1) 1136 | My recent oaths. I have not only loved, |
| (2, 1) 1137 | But set my being to a hopeless end, |
| (2, 1) 1138 | Namely, to match what I have not deserved, |
| (2, 1) 1139 | And force my substance to strange attributes. |
| (2, 1) 1144 | Nay, Triamour. You take my words amiss. |
| (2, 1) 1146 | How can I do more |
| (2, 1) 1147 | Than swear myself unto thy services? |
| (2, 1) 1148 | Would hotter words prove greater faith in me? |
| (2, 1) 1149 | If protestations measure of one's truth, |
| (2, 1) 1150 | I am o'erthrown. The stumbling syllables |
| (2, 1) 1151 | Which I can utter mock what I can feel; |
| (2, 1) 1152 | But yet believe me. |
| (2, 1) 1155 | Thought, only thought. |
| (2, 1) 1170 | Watch, always to watch! |
| (2, 1) 1171 | I want no freedom, yet I would be free. |
| (2, 1) 1172 | I have an envy of this god-like state, |
| (2, 1) 1173 | And am not of it. |
| (2, 1) 1178 | Nay, Triamour, |
| (2, 1) 1179 | I would not others. |
| (2, 1) 1182 | Give me a little time. |
| (2, 1) 1183 | My withered hopes have had no space to fall, |
| (2, 1) 1184 | But hang about me as the crispèd leaves |
| (2, 1) 1185 | In mournful autumn. It is hard to tell — |
| (2, 1) 1186 | But I do love thee; and affection should, |
| (2, 1) 1187 | Like the grim father of the early gods, |
| (2, 1) 1188 | Swallow all other offspring of the mind. |
| (2, 1) 1189 | Yet it does not. For in this place of dreams |
| (2, 1) 1190 | A dream has trapped me. Ay, I am forsworn. |
| (2, 1) 1191 | I, who should have no glamour but thine eyes; |
| (2, 1) 1192 | I, who should hear no music but thy words, |
| (2, 1) 1193 | Heed other motions. |
| (2, 1) 1195 | The while |
| (2, 1) 1196 | I was half sleeping, there was borne to me |
| (2, 1) 1197 | A faint far clamour, like the distant call |
| (2, 1) 1198 | Of hunters in the forest, and I saw |
| (2, 1) 1199 | Long, lordly lines of very noble forms |
| (2, 1) 1200 | Passing beyond me; then my pleasure passed, |
| (2, 1) 1201 | Our dalliance was forgotten, and I heard, |
| (2, 1) 1202 | In place of our sweet music, the foul clang |
| (2, 1) 1203 | Of brass in action, and the dance of steel |
| (2, 1) 1204 | On shields opponent, and into my ears |
| (2, 1) 1205 | Stole the sweet thunder of a thousand hooves, |
| (2, 1) 1206 | The hissing of the arrows, and the shrill |
| (2, 1) 1207 | Keen note of the wind-cutting spears. Again |
| (2, 1) 1208 | I saw the light on lance-heads in the dawn; |
| (2, 1) 1209 | Long legions creeping from the morning mists; |
| (2, 1) 1210 | The death-haze standing on embattled ranks; |
| (2, 1) 1211 | The shaft of sunset on the armoured slain, |
| (2, 1) 1212 | And breathless victors leaning on red swords. |
| (2, 1) 1213 | There is no music like the tread of hosts, |
| (2, 1) 1214 | Nor any glamour that can match the sight |
| (2, 1) 1215 | Of set battalions meeting in the field. |
| (2, 1) 1216 | I have confessed. {a pause} So silent! Is my fault |
| (2, 1) 1217 | Beyond forgiveness? |
| (2, 1) 1223 | What are they? |
| (2, 1) 1233 | What's this to me? |
| (2, 1) 1237 | Am I called to them? |
| (2, 1) 1242 | If I am slight it's not from lack of will, |
| (2, 1) 1243 | Nor have I boasted my poor strength to be |
| (2, 1) 1244 | More than it is. If I have shamed your choice, |
| (2, 1) 1245 | Blame not my poverty. |
| (2, 1) 1255 | But, Triamour! |
| (2, 1) 1259 | I was led hither for some mockery, |
| (2, 1) 1260 | But it was needless. For on earth the skies |
| (2, 1) 1261 | Cry scorn on all; the very heedless stars |
| (2, 1) 1262 | Look down on us, as some cold audience |
| (2, 1) 1263 | Might watch the striving and the end of man. |
| (2, 1) 1264 | One can bear all when there is no escape. |
| (2, 1) 1266 | Twas not ill thought to tempt me with a dream, |
| (2, 1) 1267 | And add relation to one's misery, {half drawing his sword} |
| (2, 1) 1268 | For here's a mistress that at least will hurt |
| (2, 1) 1269 | More than myself. |
| (2, 1) 1285 | God give strength to me, |
| (2, 1) 1286 | The pledge I gave of my whole self endures. |
| (2, 1) 1287 | Drive me not forth! |
| (2, 1) 1294 | The constant dusk is deepening into night; |
| (2, 1) 1295 | Give me thy hand, I can no longer see, |
| (2, 1) 1296 | These mysteries are faint. |
| (2, 1) 1301 | I'll remember. God! |
| (2, 1) 1302 | What is this gloom? |
| (2, 2) 1465 | Welcome thou, Geraint. |
| (2, 2) 1468 | Welcome, Astamor. |
| (2, 2) 1469 | What do ye here? |
| (2, 2) 1474 | And have you found him? |
| (2, 2) 1478 | I? Is't I ye seek? |
| (2, 2) 1484 | Three months! |
| (2, 2) 1485 | Is it so long? |
| (2, 2) 1490 | I am well enough. |
| (2, 2) 1494 | What shall I tell you? Ye seem real men, |
| (2, 2) 1495 | And have the texture of this earth. But I |
| (2, 2) 1496 | Have touched such dreams and viewed such phantomry, |
| (2, 2) 1497 | That ye seem but the mist of being. God, |
| (2, 2) 1498 | How thin and vap'rous is reality! |
| (2, 2) 1501 | I mixed |
| (2, 2) 1502 | My flesh with shadows, and I wrung my soul |
| (2, 2) 1503 | In impotent dumb conflict with a wraith |
| (2, 2) 1504 | That was myself. How quickly they can pass — |
| (2, 2) 1505 | The golden twilights and flushed dawns that turned |
| (2, 2) 1506 | Never to day. The ringed, wide, brazen lakes |
| (2, 2) 1507 | Shining in purple-shadowed forestry, |
| (2, 2) 1508 | And gaunt pale mountains fretted like the teeth |
| (2, 2) 1509 | Of some sea dragon. Oh, the wealth of it |
| (2, 2) 1510 | Dies in my mind ere I can find my words. |
| (2, 2) 1517 | How had I these arms? |
| (2, 2) 1518 | I had them of the fairest hands. — No more |
| (2, 2) 1519 | Can I forget so soon. I may not speak. |
| (2, 2) 1521 | I am |
| (2, 2) 1522 | In honour bound. |
| (2, 2) 1525 | E'en now |
| (2, 2) 1526 | I speak too much. |
| (2, 2) 1528 | No; |
| (2, 2) 1529 | But still, Geraint, I have been put in bonds |
| (2, 2) 1530 | For silence. |
| (2, 2) 1538 | And wherefore? |
| (2, 2) 1543 | What, then? |
| (2, 2) 1547 | 'Twas kind |
| (2, 2) 1548 | To so uphold me. |
| (2, 2) 1559 | Gladly I accept |
| (2, 2) 1560 | Such terms of service. |
| (2, 2) 1565 | Geraint, I thank thee; I am heartened now |
| (2, 2) 1566 | To try another cast with fortune. I am glad |
| (2, 2) 1567 | To meet occasion that my fate may bring, |
| (2, 2) 1568 | If I may gather honour. |
| (2, 2) 1581 | So |
| (2, 2) 1582 | The stream's in flood, I must plunge into it, |
| (2, 2) 1583 | And be borne deathward. There are mysteries |
| (2, 2) 1584 | Which ring our purpose, flex our aims, and drape |
| (2, 2) 1585 | Our subsequence. But I have seen so much |
| (2, 2) 1586 | That I am baffled with strange lights. The course |
| (2, 2) 1587 | Of one unknowing is so simple clean, |
| (2, 2) 1588 | His quiet pleasure in an end achieved, |
| (2, 2) 1589 | His certainty of honour and his faith |
| (2, 2) 1590 | In gentle doings, I knew all of them. |
| (2, 2) 1591 | But I am meshed in a strange web of dreams, |
| (2, 2) 1592 | Limed to the thread of thoughts yet unconceived, |
| (2, 2) 1593 | And faced by Nature, the grim spider form, |
| (2, 2) 1594 | Who traps and spares not. O God, curse the hour |
| (2, 2) 1595 | I ever saw her! No, all gods be thanked |
| (2, 2) 1596 | That led me to it. Better it is to see |
| (2, 2) 1597 | And be a madman than to keep one's sense |
| (2, 2) 1598 | And happily be blind. But I am wrecked |
| (2, 2) 1599 | In all my hopes, for I, like any fool, |
| (2, 2) 1600 | Stand staked for ever on the motionless |
| (2, 2) 1601 | High rocks of love. All visions shift and veer, |
| (2, 2) 1602 | But there's a phantom stands beside my path |
| (2, 2) 1603 | Both loved and feared. |
| (2, 2) 1607 | Life! |
| (2, 2) 1608 | I think too much. My soul's a sanctuary |
| (2, 2) 1609 | For every folly: to accomplishment |
| (2, 2) 1610 | I lend my being. |
| (2, 2) 1615 | Why, 'tis the same. My old night-fearing friends |
| (2, 2) 1616 | Still in unease. Well, I do owe you much. |
| (2, 2) 1617 | Ye were the heralds of those fateful hours, |
| (2, 2) 1618 | Truly quaint guardians for the gates of night; |
| (2, 2) 1619 | But ye shall share my fortunes. |
| (3, 1) 1758 | It troubles me a little. |
| (3, 1) 1761 | Trust me. |
| (3, 1) 1973 | I shall be most glad |
| (3, 1) 1974 | To do thy pleasure. |
| (3, 1) 1977 | Not so. |
| (3, 1) 1985 | 'Tis so. |
| (3, 1) 1996 | Madame, I pray you — I had never thought |
| (3, 1) 1997 | To push advantage to so foul an end: |
| (3, 1) 1998 | The world's too fertile in quaint accidents, |
| (3, 1) 1999 | And change of fortune, to let anger live |
| (3, 1) 2000 | Beyond its moment. This question overpast, |
| (3, 1) 2001 | I am so glad to turn to other thoughts |
| (3, 1) 2002 | That I can keep no malice. There are souls |
| (3, 1) 2003 | Who, once awakened by the conflict, flushed |
| (3, 1) 2004 | By quick successes may not hold their hand; |
| (3, 1) 2005 | I did not think I seemed as one of them. |
| (3, 1) 2018 | Thou did'st misjudge me. |
| (3, 1) 2021 | Nay, there is no need; |
| (3, 1) 2022 | But I am grieved thou did'st anticipate |
| (3, 1) 2023 | My own poor purpose, since Sir Agravaine |
| (3, 1) 2024 | Is my possession. I did mean to ask |
| (3, 1) 2025 | For thine acceptance of his person, arms; |
| (3, 1) 2026 | His word is pledged as surety for his life |
| (3, 1) 2027 | That he will serve thee. |
| (3, 1) 2030 | I had hoped else. He is of comely build; |
| (3, 1) 2031 | Fit to take part in revels, used to courts, |
| (3, 1) 2032 | Skilled in the custom of all palaces, |
| (3, 1) 2033 | Holding, in short, the qualities I lack. |
| (3, 1) 2043 | Art thou not my Queen? |
| (3, 1) 2044 | And am I not the servant of this realm? |
| (3, 1) 2045 | How then shall I find space to heed such talk? |
| (3, 1) 2046 | About the passage of our lives there drifts |
| (3, 1) 2047 | A constant eddy of foul mutterings, |
| (3, 1) 2048 | Which have no import, truth, or evidence. |
| (3, 1) 2049 | However clean, our souls must wade waist-deep |
| (3, 1) 2050 | In ribaldry. Though we disdain such stuff, |
| (3, 1) 2051 | Full half the world can feed on nothing else. |
| (3, 1) 2052 | I may have heard; I have not noticed. |
| (3, 1) 2057 | Calumny. |
| (3, 1) 2061 | It flatters seldom. |
| (3, 1) 2074 | I cannot think so. |
| (3, 1) 2078 | I may not do so. |
| (3, 1) 2092 | Honour and power are very far apart. |
| (3, 1) 2097 | Madam, my deserts |
| (3, 1) 2098 | Have not earned this. |
| (3, 1) 2103 | I may not. |
| (3, 1) 2110 | I pray you, spare me. |
| (3, 1) 2116 | I will not. |
| (3, 1) 2118 | Nay, I have none. |
| (3, 1) 2126 | What of my fealty, |
| (3, 1) 2127 | Shall I dishonour all I hold most firm, |
| (3, 1) 2128 | And play the traitor to my King? |
| (3, 1) 2136 | I will not betray |
| (3, 1) 2137 | My life for lust. |
| (3, 1) 2144 | Let me go, I say. |
| (3, 1) 2146 | My fealty is pledged. |
| (3, 1) 2162 | And shall I endure |
| (3, 1) 2163 | This constant insult? If my purpose stand |
| (3, 1) 2164 | So much assured that no appeals of thine |
| (3, 1) 2165 | Avail to move it, is that a just cause |
| (3, 1) 2166 | For insolence? |
| (3, 1) 2168 | What else? |
| (3, 1) 2169 | Think'st thou a man should speak as much to me, |
| (3, 1) 2170 | And pass unharmed? There is a limit, too, |
| (3, 1) 2171 | To a queen's tongue! I bear as much as most, |
| (3, 1) 2172 | And I am patient unless pricked too far! |
| (3, 1) 2179 | I love many things: |
| (3, 1) 2180 | Much of the world, and more that may be hid |
| (3, 1) 2181 | Beyond its limits. |
| (3, 1) 2202 | One moment, madam: I have some defence. |
| (3, 1) 2208 | Madam, at the least, |
| (3, 1) 2209 | Hear my excuse. |
| (3, 1) 2223 | Neither, by all Heaven! |
| (3, 1) 2224 | My strength is proved and I am not ashamed. |
| (3, 1) 2225 | I know I may not hold free speech with thee, |
| (3, 1) 2226 | Though I endure as much as man can stand |
| (3, 1) 2227 | Of insult! But this goes too far, |
| (3, 1) 2228 | And slurs the fairness of my love. |
| (3, 1) 2231 | Enough. If there be fault in us, |
| (3, 1) 2232 | It is that I am worthless and deserve |
| (3, 1) 2233 | The stale abuse I have received. But she |
| (3, 1) 2234 | Is much beyond it. God! you offered me |
| (3, 1) 2235 | The present usage of an ugly lust, |
| (3, 1) 2236 | The vileness of corruption, when I know |
| (3, 1) 2237 | Someone so fair beyond the mould of earth |
| (3, 1) 2238 | That she transcends all beauty that thou hast, |
| (3, 1) 2239 | As much as dreams, that come to sleeping gods, |
| (3, 1) 2240 | Outweigh the sweetest of men's slender thoughts! |
| (3, 1) 2241 | Theres not a maiden that doth wait on her |
| (3, 1) 2242 | But is thy match in beauty, in all else |
| (3, 1) 2243 | Thy better! Pass, I will not stay thee now. |
| (3, 1) 2245 | Why did I speak? My God! Did I not swear |
| (3, 1) 2246 | Myself to silence? Never again, O fool! |
| (3, 1) 2247 | My tongue has sped me. Why could I not rule |
| (3, 1) 2248 | So base a passion? Fool that I am, O fool! |
| (3, 3) 2717 | Permission, sire, to leave this Court at once, |
| (3, 3) 2718 | To render up my offices and place. |
| (3, 3) 2720 | Sire, I have a quest |
| (3, 3) 2721 | That I would follow. |
| (3, 3) 2725 | I would not have asked |
| (3, 3) 2726 | This boon of thee, did not my fealty |
| (3, 3) 2727 | Demand it of me. All the faith I have |
| (3, 3) 2728 | Doth urge me to it. |
| (3, 3) 2734 | Sire, I entreat thee. |
| (4, 2) 3456 | Is there not |
| (4, 2) 3457 | A single refuge or forgotten spot |
| (4, 2) 3458 | Where this dogged custom fails? |
| (4, 2) 3463 | Bernardo, all my rage |
| (4, 2) 3464 | Was vented then upon the world. But since, |
| (4, 2) 3465 | I've learnt to blame myself, not circumstance. |
| (4, 2) 3468 | Aye, this is he. What would you of the ghost |
| (4, 2) 3469 | Which once was man? |
| (4, 2) 3475 | I shall not see them. Nor do I desire |
| (4, 2) 3476 | To gain such ease. |
| (4, 2) 3478 | I have forsworn it. I have cursed all lands, |
| (4, 2) 3479 | And yet, Bernardo, thou dost not believe |
| (4, 2) 3480 | That I am guilty? |
| (4, 2) 3483 | Such faith should soften me, |
| (4, 2) 3484 | Whom certain ills have hardened. |
| (4, 2) 3487 | Wherefore should I? |
| (4, 2) 3490 | Is there a court |
| (4, 2) 3491 | In Christendom where it will not be known |
| (4, 2) 3492 | That I'm dishonoured? Let the stripling fools |
| (4, 2) 3493 | Who follow fame seek honour at my hands: |
| (4, 2) 3494 | For here's a man whose death would bring them worth, |
| (4, 2) 3495 | Since I am one with savage, beast and thief, |
| (4, 2) 3496 | And not as worthy as the butchering lords |
| (4, 2) 3497 | That foul these borders. No, give me a bell, |
| (4, 2) 3498 | And let me sound my coming to all men |
| (4, 2) 3499 | As do the lepers: let them step aside |
| (4, 2) 3500 | And shirk the wrong they gave me. |
| (4, 2) 3502 | No, no, Bernardo. Leave me as I am. |
| (4, 2) 3503 | These woods are kinder than the paths of men: |
| (4, 2) 3504 | They give me shelter, but the bitter souls |
| (4, 2) 3505 | Whom I have served have taken everything. |
| (4, 2) 3506 | I squandered on them liking, wealth and life, |
| (4, 2) 3507 | And they return me scorn. What is there left? |
| (4, 2) 3508 | They've had my service, honour, youth and name; |
| (4, 2) 3509 | They sucked my being: at a harlot's word |
| (4, 2) 3510 | They spat me out. This mire is honesty. |
| (4, 2) 3511 | This thicket clearness, and the sleeting night |
| (4, 2) 3512 | Warm covering, while I remember them. |
| (4, 2) 3517 | Can faith live so long? |
| (4, 2) 3518 | You should know man. |
| (4, 2) 3520 | Yet you'd persuade |
| (4, 2) 3521 | Me back to them. Nay, I am better here. |
| (4, 2) 3522 | Naught's fair in dreams but some reality, |
| (4, 2) 3523 | And in the real nothing's good but dreams. |
| (4, 2) 3524 | Here I come closer to essential things, |
| (4, 2) 3525 | Here will I stand before the veil of life |
| (4, 2) 3526 | And wait its lifting. |
| (4, 2) 3530 | And what of them? They can but add my death |
| (4, 2) 3531 | To my account, and that's a certain debt |
| (4, 2) 3532 | Which all must pay. They'll pile no infamy |
| (4, 2) 3533 | Upon my name; they'll not first fondle me, |
| (4, 2) 3534 | Then spurn me like a dog. I shall be glad |
| (4, 2) 3535 | To meet with them; for such sword-ending is |
| (4, 2) 3536 | Most honourable treatment. |
| (4, 2) 3540 | Stand to it, fool, this is as kind a spot |
| (4, 2) 3541 | As we shall find. |
| (4, 2) 3548 | Go thou, Bernardo. |
| (4, 2) 3583 | I came of my own will, |
| (4, 2) 3584 | With but one purpose, to be free of all |
| (4, 2) 3585 | The cankering trouble of your squalid state, |
| (4, 2) 3586 | But I can find no refuge. Let me go, |
| (4, 2) 3587 | I seek some covert like a wounded beast, |
| (4, 2) 3588 | Where I can brood to death. |
| (4, 2) 3593 | Thou hast been friend to me |
| (4, 2) 3594 | Beyond my merit. I have been so pricked |
| (4, 2) 3595 | In comradeship that I must do the last |
| (4, 2) 3596 | Good deed of kinship. Let me go, Geraint, |
| (4, 2) 3597 | I am pollution, although innocent. |
| (4, 2) 3598 | I shall infect the fashion of thy days, |
| (4, 2) 3599 | Draw the black wings of sour suspicion down |
| (4, 2) 3600 | Upon thy being. I am a man condemned, |
| (4, 2) 3601 | Pronounced degraded, and no innocence |
| (4, 2) 3602 | Can change my fashion. Let me go. I spoil |
| (4, 2) 3603 | Thy whole existence. I am outcast now. |
| (4, 2) 3605 | My best service is |
| (4, 2) 3606 | To stand as far as may be from thy path. |
| (4, 2) 3622 | Is it not enough |
| (4, 2) 3623 | That I must suffer for such sodden crime |
| (4, 2) 3624 | As I ne'er dreamt on. Is it not enough |
| (4, 2) 3625 | That I must drift upon the sullen stream, |
| (4, 2) 3626 | Like some wan lily of the autumn time, |
| (4, 2) 3627 | In which the fairness and the flavours dead; |
| (4, 2) 3628 | A thing repugnant, destined to the ooze |
| (4, 2) 3629 | That beds the river? God! the little good |
| (4, 2) 3630 | That I can do thee is to leave this place, |
| (4, 2) 3631 | Or to rush idly on my fate beyond. |
| (4, 2) 3643 | Think not that I fear |
| (4, 2) 3644 | To see my life out: but foul influence |
| (4, 2) 3645 | Rules all my doings. |
| (4, 2) 3650 | Why wilt thou drag me to the profitless |
| (4, 2) 3651 | And empty quarrel of this bitten realm? |
| (4, 2) 3652 | I am aweary of it. |
| (4, 2) 3674 | How? |
| (4, 2) 3681 | Say on, Geraint. |
| (4, 2) 3690 | Wilt thou believe it? |
| (4, 2) 3696 | I had but this to lose! |
| (4, 2) 3697 | God! is there yet another rag to tear |
| (4, 2) 3698 | From beggary? |
| (4, 2) 3712 | Wilt compel me then? |
| (4, 2) 3714 | I'll not say "accept," |
| (4, 2) 3715 | But "take" my life: for I have nothing left |
| (4, 2) 3716 | Beyond the usage of my hands. Take this, |
| (4, 2) 3717 | Cast it to feed what purposes you will. |
| (4, 2) 3718 | It has no merit, value or regard; |
| (4, 2) 3719 | Such as it is, I give it — a free gift |
| (4, 2) 3720 | From now till death. |
| (4, 2) 3758 | I believe it true. |
| (4, 2) 3759 | It is their custom to attack at dawn, |
| (4, 2) 3760 | If they suspect not we shall be renewed, |
| (4, 2) 3761 | And know our forces to be much reduced, |
| (4, 2) 3762 | They will endeavour to destroy at once |
| (4, 2) 3763 | This band of ours. I counsel thee attack |
| (4, 2) 3764 | And bring confusion. |
| (4, 2) 3766 | The Duke of Cornwall cannot now be far, |
| (4, 2) 3767 | Owain is near. If we do lose this place |
| (4, 2) 3768 | The issue's doubtful. Check them, and surprise |
| (4, 2) 3769 | Leaves them half-hearted, unprepared to meet |
| (4, 2) 3770 | Our armies' onset. Hold them at all costs. |
| (4, 2) 3772 | We fall in either case, |
| (4, 2) 3773 | If we oppose them not. |
| (4, 2) 3784 | Come, let us go. |
| (4, 2) 3787 | Lend me a sword. |
| (4, 2) 3794 | I must obey. |
| (4, 2) 3808 | Nay, Geraint. |
| (4, 2) 3814 | Farewell, Geraint. |
| (4, 2) 3817 | One righteous man who's fool enough to think |
| (4, 2) 3818 | That I am worthy. One friend who forces me |
| (4, 2) 3819 | To do him wrong. The hooks of hell are fast |
| (4, 2) 3820 | In all my being. I am manacled |
| (4, 2) 3821 | With a cold bondage I have forged myself. |
| (4, 2) 3822 | And how much simpler will the world become |
| (4, 2) 3823 | For many men when I am dead! My end |
| (4, 2) 3824 | Will be a kindness. |
| (4, 2) 3829 | Reserves |
| (4, 2) 3830 | Of Prince Geraint. |
| (4, 2) 3856 | Nay, Gyfert, hold your hand. |
| (4, 2) 3861 | I am come so low, |
| (4, 2) 3862 | I have no word to answer censure with, |
| (4, 2) 3863 | No record to run counter to reproach. |
| (4, 2) 3864 | Even these men stand shamed to follow me. |
| (4, 2) 3867 | I remember now. |
| (4, 2) 3868 | I led you once upon the fields of Clyde, |
| (4, 2) 3869 | And once at Stirling. Take our forces on: |
| (4, 2) 3870 | There is a hillock which doth lie beyond |
| (4, 2) 3871 | The ridge we hold. Ye know it. |
| (4, 2) 3873 | Thence we can lend assistance in short space |
| (4, 2) 3874 | Where it is needed. Should by chance I fail |
| (4, 2) 3875 | To give the signal and direction, use |
| (4, 2) 3876 | Thine own discernment. |
| (4, 2) 3879 | Geraint should hold the passage of that line |
| (4, 2) 3880 | Sufficiently; and yet becoming weak, |
| (4, 2) 3881 | Will tempt these Angles to renewed assaults, |
| (4, 2) 3882 | Whereon an army coming fresh with day |
| (4, 2) 3883 | Will grip the issue. All will be success, |
| (4, 2) 3884 | But I can have no share in it again. |
| (4, 2) 3885 | A parasite that like the sucking-fish |
| (4, 2) 3886 | Is borne about the spaces of the world |
| (4, 2) 3887 | By one more powerful! No, there is no hope, |
| (4, 2) 3888 | No refuge and no purpose in my life, |
| (4, 2) 3889 | But to live on like some outlying wolf |
| (4, 2) 3890 | Too savage even for the hungry pack. |
| (4, 2) 3891 | Or to go mocked, the client of a prince, |
| (4, 2) 3892 | Licking the crumbs of honour from his floor. |
| (4, 2) 3893 | No, I am sure that life's not tenable |
| (4, 2) 3894 | Upon such terms. And therefore let us end. |
| (4, 2) 3895 | If I gained heaven she would not be there, |
| (4, 2) 3896 | So 'tis no heaven! If I earned a hell |
| (4, 2) 3897 | She has not done so, therefore 'tis no hell! |
| (4, 2) 3898 | I should be tearing at my heart by now, |
| (4, 2) 3899 | Playing Prometheus to my own regrets, |
| (4, 2) 3900 | And yet I'm numb. Sensation has its end, |
| (4, 2) 3901 | And all our feeling to exhaustion comes. |
| (4, 2) 3902 | So, life's a silence, death an incident |
| (4, 2) 3903 | Which to our dreaming puts a period. |
| (4, 2) 3904 | If dreams are evil, one has but to wake |
| (4, 2) 3905 | Into the darkness. Come, I'll look for it |
| (4, 2) 3906 | Beyond that ridge. It is not hard to find, |
| (4, 2) 3907 | And worth the seeking! |
| (4, 2) 3910 | I have done |
| (4, 2) 3911 | With all these dreams, and I had hoped to pass |
| (4, 2) 3912 | Unhindered hence. |
| (4, 2) 3916 | There's no need to mock, |
| (4, 2) 3917 | The hour is past when I entreated help: |
| (4, 2) 3918 | True there are times which do one's memory hurt, |
| (4, 2) 3919 | Whose quick remembrance stabs one's soul with hate, |
| (4, 2) 3920 | And makes one loth to look upon the beast |
| (4, 2) 3921 | That this has been; for I have raved and foamed, |
| (4, 2) 3922 | Spent all my soul in crying for thine aid, |
| (4, 2) 3923 | And brought my manhood into such a pass |
| (4, 2) 3924 | That reason's self could not well recognise |
| (4, 2) 3925 | Such bestial stuff to be the frame of man, |
| (4, 2) 3926 | Wherein she wrought. But that is overpast. |
| (4, 2) 3927 | There is no scorn can touch the heart of me, |
| (4, 2) 3928 | And no reproach but is an idle tale |
| (4, 2) 3929 | Too oft repeated. All I am is ash, |
| (4, 2) 3930 | The cindered fragment of a billet cast |
| (4, 2) 3931 | By God or chance into time's furnaces, |
| (4, 2) 3932 | And now the shadow is come down on me. |
| (4, 2) 3935 | Be not so hard. I learnt my impotence, |
| (4, 2) 3936 | And God has gently cleansed my vanity. |
| (4, 2) 3939 | No, I've learnt enough, |
| (4, 2) 3940 | And know myself an ordinary soul, |
| (4, 2) 3941 | No way distinguished from the common mass, |
| (4, 2) 3942 | No way their better. I am very low, |
| (4, 2) 3943 | And have no feeling but an envious hope |
| (4, 2) 3944 | Of better things. Yet I am not shamed, |
| (4, 2) 3945 | For there's a passion which must cry for stars, |
| (4, 2) 3946 | Cry from the body of a beast that crawls |
| (4, 2) 3947 | Upon this surface for the face of God. |
| (4, 2) 3948 | I am not shamed, for while the spirit lives |
| (4, 2) 3949 | Man must lust high. |
| (4, 2) 3964 | I was never worth |
| (4, 2) 3965 | A portion of such kindness. I'd have talked |
| (4, 2) 3966 | Of love in days whose dawn I shall not see. |
| (4, 2) 3967 | God knows I loved you, but love whips my soul |
| (4, 2) 3968 | To the same end life spurred me to, since I |
| (4, 2) 3969 | Have found existence folly. Let me go |
| (4, 2) 3970 | And get some credit in the end of it. |
| (4, 2) 3972 | I am pledged |
| (4, 2) 3973 | Unto Geraint. |
| (4, 2) 3980 | Come — the end! the end! |
| (4, 2) 3981 | Tempt not my nature; while he lives, I hold |
| (4, 2) 3983 | Unto Geraint. |
| (4, 2) 3985 | He's dead? |
| (4, 2) 3986 | I sent him to it: sent my only friend |
| (4, 2) 3987 | To find his death! Hes better dead than friend |
| (4, 2) 3988 | Or kind to me! God help me, I am cursed! |
| (4, 2) 3989 | Oh let me die, then I can do no hurt |
| (4, 2) 3990 | To any one! |
| (4, 2) 3994 | Arthur must come. |
| (4, 2) 3999 | The King comes not. Can I do nothing right? |
| (4, 2) 4000 | Always so foolish and unfortunate. |
| (4, 2) 4001 | Geraint is dead. He was a noble knight — |
| (4, 2) 4002 | God rest his soul. |
| (4, 2) 4004 | All's lost, my friend, my faith and e'en my use, |
| (4, 2) 4005 | Take me away. |
| (4, 2) 4010 | It is done. |