The only man who scans and penetrates And still works on, and pauses not, nor spares, Athelwold arraigns him for artfulness and cruelty; for his leniency with the weak and vicious Edgar, and his previous severity to the innocent Edwin for a virtuous marriage. Dunstan defends himself as having acted solely in the interest of the Church, in humoring the weak monarch and crushing the rebellious one. The cruel zealot Athelwold. Thus has it ever been! Cannot thy church instruct, control, and guide, The generous hope which bears us to the skies- Dunstan. Mark you not, My Athelwold, how in the faith of all Each child of frailty, each poor worldling, finds The path he treads to Heaven? On the broad base, By ages strengthened, of a nation's creed, As on some mole immense and palpable, Wrought o'er the abyss, fast to the doors of Heaven, they fall Of men pass on — they pause — they fail The monarch-priest, by his bold government, Who trusts his faith to solitary thought, Who strains his ear for accents from the skies, Or tasks the wavering oracle within, Shall feed on heavenly whispers, few and faint, Dunstan then goes on to appeal to Athelwold to ally himself with the power of the Church; but is unsuccessful. Athelwold, left to himself, contrasts his own purpose and attitude with Dunstan's. This Dunstan deals In a dissembling policy, in arts For greatest purposes. This 't is to be To rule the planet. He visits Olgar, Elfrida's father, concealing his errand. In an interview between Elfrida and her confidante Gilbertha, she is shown divided between attraction toward the stranger knight, and a longing for wider conquests. Gilbertha. Oh, 't is more Than woman wants to win one noble heart, And all beyond is danger. I should tremble To have the power that lies in thy sweet face To dizzy human brains my own might turn. Elfrida. Now would that I were but in Edgar's court To play this fearful part among his thanes ! How glorious in some royal festival To feel I was the queen of it! When all this while thou hast this wandering knight, Like a stray deer, within the mortal toils! Say, could the ransacked court supply a match Elf. Oh, he's an emperor, A very demi-god! Let me say it"T is only to thy ear - say it aloud Though burning blushes rush, against my will, How proud! how thoughtful! Peace and war at once That seems to scorn dependence for the deed His is a spirit that profoundly thinks, And can as boldly dare! Whole troops of lovers and of prostrate knights, That I might sacrifice them all to him. I hate to be thus caught, like a tame thing, Cooped in this place. He'll think me nothing worth, Finding me here alone, unsought, unprized, So cheap a victory. But out alas ! We know not all this while if the thane cares To make the conquest we are grudging him. Athelwold, meanwhile, finds himself perilously fascinated by Elfrida's beauty. If on the eye the light of beauty falls, The eye must see; if on the ear there steals Its pausing pulse or the faint breath it draws; A bride the chiefest good — the sole Her only at the hazard of my life, And certain loss of honour? Gracious Heaven! even as I drag it forth For utter scorn and mockery lo, my heart Claims as her own! - I'm blotted from the list Of reasonable beings ! lost! lost! lost! As far as tongue can speak it, and then fly Forever these deserted shores. - Soft, she comes. He discerns in Elfrida's bearing that he might win her love, but masters himself, and is hastily departing when he meets Olgar, who frankly offers him his daughter's hand and fortune. For answer he tells him that she is destined for the king. Olgar. What say you? What! My daughter wed this royal libertine ? With half a province for her dowry — take her, Has been with friendly confidence proposed. Athelwold. She is mine, Olgar! mine! Were all the kings On earth my rivals, she is mine! He returns to the court, and tells the king that Elfrida's beauty has been overpraised, but that for himself she is by birth and fortune a suitable match; and the king unsuspectingly relinquishes her to him. Dunstan learns the truth, and arranges for its disclosure to the king. He then retires to a hermit's retreat, where he is beset by terrible doubts as to the very foundations of his faith. Dunstan (alone.) I stand on the bare earth, beneath this vault, Alone with God and nature. Nature, yes, But where the God? Oh, terrible Is this unseen Omnipotence! Come back! Ye shapes that sat with me erewhile, come back! That spreads around me, wider, wider spreads, |