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THE DAEMON GOES OUT AT ONE DOOR,

Percy Bysshe Shelley

AND JUSTINA ENTERS AT ANOTHER.]

 

THE FIRST VOICE:

There is no form in which the fire

Of love its traces has impressed not.

Man lives far more in love’s desire

Than by life’s breath, soon possessed not.

If all that lives must love or die, _30

All shapes on earth, or sea, or sky,

With one consent to Heaven cry

That the glory far above

All else in life is—

 

ALL:

Love! oh, Love!

 

JUSTINA:

Thou melancholy Thought which art _35

So flattering and so sweet, to thee

When did I give the liberty

Thus to afflict my heart?

What is the cause of this new Power

Which doth my fevered being move, _40

Momently raging more and more?

What subtle Pain is kindled now

Which from my heart doth overflow

Into my senses?—

 

NOTE:

_36 flattering Boscombe manuscript; fluttering 1824.

 

ALL:

Love! oh, Love!

 

JUSTINA:

’Tis that enamoured Nightingale _45

Who gives me the reply;

He ever tells the same soft tale

Of passion and of constancy

To his mate, who rapt and fond,

Listening sits, a bough beyond. _50

 

Be silent, Nightingale—no more

Make me think, in hearing thee

Thus tenderly thy love deplore,

If a bird can feel his so,

What a man would feel for me. _55

And, voluptuous Vine, O thou

Who seekest most when least pursuing,—

To the trunk thou interlacest

Art the verdure which embracest,

And the weight which is its ruin,— _60

No more, with green embraces, Vine,

Make me think on what thou lovest,—

For whilst thus thy boughs entwine

I fear lest thou shouldst teach me, sophist,

How arms might be entangled too. _65

 

Light-enchanted Sunflower, thou

Who gazest ever true and tender

On the sun’s revolving splendour!

Follow not his faithless glance

With thy faded countenance, _70

Nor teach my beating heart to fear,

If leaves can mourn without a tear,

How eyes must weep! O Nightingale,

Cease from thy enamoured tale,—

Leafy Vine, unwreathe thy bower, _75

Restless Sunflower, cease to move,—

Or tell me all, what poisonous Power

Ye use against me—

 

NOTES:

_58 To]Who to cj. Rossetti.

_63 whilst thus Rossetti, Forman, Dowden; whilst thou thus 1824.

 

ALL:

Love! Love! Love!

 

JUSTINA:

It cannot be!—Whom have I ever loved?

Trophies of my oblivion and disdain, _80

Floro and Lelio did I not reject?

And Cyprian?—

[SHE BECOMES TROUBLED AT THE NAME OF CYPRIAN.]

Did I not requite him

With such severity, that he has fled

Where none has ever heard of him again?—

Alas! I now begin to fear that this _85

May be the occasion whence desire grows bold,

As if there were no danger. From the moment

That I pronounced to my own listening heart,

‘Cyprian is absent!’—O me miserable!

I know not what I feel!

[MORE CALMLY.]

It must be pity _90

To think that such a man, whom all the world

Admired, should be forgot by all the world,

And I the cause.

[SHE AGAIN BECOMES TROUBLED.]

And yet if it were pity,

Floro and Lelio might have equal share,

For they are both imprisoned for my sake. _95

[CALMLY.]

Alas! what reasonings are these? it is

Enough I pity him, and that, in vain,

Without this ceremonious subtlety.

And, woe is me! I know not where to find him now,

Even should I seek him through this wide world. _100

 

NOTE:

_89 me miserable]miserable me editions 1839.

 

[ENTER DAEMON.]

 

DAEMON:

Follow, and I will lead thee where he is.

 

JUSTINA:

And who art thou, who hast found entrance hither,

Into my chamber through the doors and locks?

Art thou a monstrous shadow which my madness

Has formed in the idle air?

 

DAEMON:

No. I am one _105

Called by the Thought which tyrannizes thee

From his eternal dwelling; who this day

Is pledged to bear thee unto Cyprian.

 

JUSTINA:

So shall thy promise fail. This agony

Of passion which afflicts my heart and soul _110

May sweep imagination in its storm;

The will is firm.

 

DAEMON:

Already half is done

In the imagination of an act.

The sin incurred, the pleasure then remains;

Let not the will stop half-way on the road. _115

 

JUSTINA:

I will not be discouraged, nor despair,

Although I thought it, and although ’tis true

That thought is but a prelude to the deed:—

Thought is not in my power, but action is:

I will not move my foot to follow thee. _120

 

DAEMON:

But a far mightier wisdom than thine own

Exerts itself within thee, with such power

Compelling thee to that which it inclines

That it shall force thy step; how wilt thou then

Resist, Justina?

 

NOTE:

_123 inclines]inclines to cj. Rossetti.

 

JUSTINA:

By my free-will.

 

DAEMON:

I _125

Must force thy will.

 

JUSTINA:

It is invincible;

It were not free if thou hadst power upon it.

 

[HE DRAWS, BUT CANNOT MOVE HER.]

 

DAEMON:

Come, where a pleasure waits thee.

 

JUSTINA:

It were bought

Too dear.

 

DAEMON:

‘Twill soothe thy heart to softest peace.

 

JUSTINA:

’Tis dread captivity.

 

DAEMON:

’Tis joy, ’tis glory. _130

 

JUSTINA:

’Tis shame, ’tis torment, ’tis despair.

 

DAEMON:

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.]

 

DAEMON:

Woman, thou hast subdued me,

Only by not owning thyself subdued. _135

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, _140

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 _145

Upon my fame vanish in idle thought,

Even as flame dies in the envious air,

And as the floweret wanes at morning frost;

And thou shouldst never—But, alas! to whom

Do I still speak?—Did not a man but now _150

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! _155

Livia!—

 

[ENTER LISANDER AND LIVIA.]

 

LISANDER:

Oh, my daughter! What?

 

LIVIA:

What!

 

JUSTINA:

Saw you

A man go forth from my apartment now?—

I scarce contain myself!

 

LISANDER:

A man here!

 

JUSTINA:

Have you not seen him?

 

LIVIA:

No, Lady.

 

JUSTINA: I saw him.

 

LISANDER: ’Tis impossible; the doors _160

Which led to this apartment were all locked.

 

LIVIA [ASIDE]:

I daresay it was Moscon whom she saw,

For he was locked up in my room.

 

LISANDER:

It must

Have been some image of thy fantasy.

Such melancholy as thou feedest is _165

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:

Oh, would it were

Delusion; but I fear some greater ill.

I feel as if out of my bleeding bosom _170

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 _175

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

For I must seek refuge from these extremes

Even in the temple of the highest God

Where secretly the faithful worship.

 

LIVIA:

Here.

 

NOTE:

_179 Where Rossetti; Which 1824.

 

JUSTINA [PUTTING ON HER CLOAK]:

In this, as in a shroud of snow, may I _180

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. _185

 

JUSTINA:

Thine is the cause, great God! turn for my sake,

And for Thine own, mercifully to me!

 

***

 

 

STANZAS FROM CALDERON’S CISMA DE INGLATERRA.