Comnenus. Truly they call it by my name, Comnenus. Eudocia. Then they miscall it. Comnenus. No, not altogether. When things of evil aspect are to do, The first cause is not named; but commonly Comnenus. Oh! they grow wild. He is an arrant bungler in his work, Eudocia. But how are you the cause? The multitude Were ready for a cause-and there was I. Eudocia. I'd have thee signify What is our hope, what ought to be our aim, Comnenus. I never knew a woman placed in peril Ay-true : But must be doing something-dead despair, Thou would'st intrust me with thy safety, Anna ? So I could find you a more careful guard. But as for mine I'd trust it with a foe. Oh! it were easy, that; Comnenus. Where would you find one? Anna. Foes are as plentiful as lukewarm friends. Eudocia. Why, Anna, can your tongue too play the Censor! Comnenus. My cousin, may you ne'er have cause to prove The fervour of your friends.-Hark! there's the bell: Is it for vespers ? Anna. It is even-song time. Comnenus. And you attend it ?-tell the Abbess, then, That I detain my sister-has she leave? Eudocia. Ay, say so, cousin. [Exit ANNA. Comnenus. My time is short; but something must be told Which 'twere as well she heard not. Why it is I know not, (for the thing must come to her Disclose to her-no, not a thousandth part― The knowledge which to me, though loth to learn, Comnenus. From Theodora : I attended her, A summons came And found her ready to betray her father. Comnenus. And these Have fail'd her likewise: I refused her suit. Comnenus. I refused them too. It went against my nature to accept them. Or shall be on the morn. Provision's made Can reach the shrine upon an instant's warning; To thee, Eudocia, I need not say How ruin should be met. Eudocia. If it be well, Then no instructor will my brother need Comnenus. Enough. That's as it may fall out. My brows, in sooth, I shall need no instructor. I think I have said all. It grows late. It may be long ere we shall meet again, I heard strange stories of a feast last night, 'Twas a Damoclean feast, and we sat down Be strong of heart-be like thyself.-Farewell. [Exit. Eudocia. And I could say to thee "Be strong of heart," But that were needless, and "Be like thyself" END OF THE FIRST ACT. ACT II. SCENE I.-The Palace of the Caesars. NICEPHORUS. Nicephorus. Priests are even all but kings, and would be kings, But that the diadem disdains bald crowns. That snake engendered amid Rome's green ruins, Their interdicts, and call my crown my own, Enter Attendant. Comes not our reverend lord the patriarch yet? Nicephorus. Ha! what hast got beneath thine upper vest? Here, here; 'tis steel! Attendant. The star you bade me wear. Nicephorus. Ay, true-the star-thou hast deserved it well. The patriarch, as I think, is past his hour; The moon should rise at eight, and we should see her, But that the horizon 's cloudy ;-yon 's her light. Go look at the Persian water-clock; 't will tell Nicephorus. Ay, true, 't was thou; thou art a trusty knave. What's doing in the streets? Attendant. Sire, here and there The people gather, and shout out the name Nicephorus. Why so let them. And cowardly they dare not venture forth. [Exit Attendant. There never was a kingdom but comprised In killing of this king would quench the hate, The smouldering hate which burns these bosoms black. Yet of these thousands you shall not find one Attendant. Enter Attendant. The Patriarch has arrived. Please my liege, |