What! routed we a hundred thousand men Here to be slaughtered by a crazy wench! (The guards rush upon ELENA; VAN RYK interposes for her defence; after some struggle, both are struck down and slain.) DUKE OF BOURBON. So! curst untoward vermin! are they dead? DUKE OF BURGUNDY. I did not bid them to be killed. CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD. My lord, They were so sturdy and so desperate We could not else come near them. KING. Uncle, lo! The Knight of Heurlée, too, stone dead. SANXERE. By Heaven, This is the strangest battle I have known! First we've to fight the foe, and then the captives. DUKE OF BOURBON. Take forth the bodies. For the woman's corse, Let it have christian burial. As for his, The arch-insurgent's, hang it on a tree Where all the host may see it. DUKE OF BURGUNDY. Brother, no; It were not for our honour, nor the king's, Built on a surging subterranean fire That stirred and lifted him to high attempts. He nothing lacked in sovereignty but the right; Other interment than your maws afford Is due to these. At Courtray we shall sleep, THE END. [Exeunt. NOTES. PREFACE, PAGE XVI. "Lord Byron's conception of a hero is an evidence, not only of scanty materials of knowledge from which to construct the ideal of a human being, but also of a want of perception of what is great or noble in our nature." I WILL beg to extract here, as an appendix to my Preface, three or four stanzas from the conclusion of a poem written above six years ago, which will support the assertion that some of the opinions I have expressed, obnoxious as I am afraid they may at first sight appear to the charge of presumption, are not hastily hazarded, or now first adopted. The poem from which the extracts are taken, was written in anticipation of the accomplishment of the work now published, and was intended as a proem, or poetical introduction to it. But writing then with no more than a distant and indistinct prospect of publication, I was betrayed into a sort of domestic egoism, which, now that the time comes to print, I do not venture to present to public notice. The stanzas which follow, are, I trust, unobjectionable on this score; and they contain (besides the expression of opinion to which I have adverted) an acknowledgment of intellectual obligations which I am unwilling to omit, and a tribute of respect VOL. II. T and admiration, which I confess that it is a pleasure to me to pay in public; and which is not improperly so paid, because the person spoken of is one with whom it cannot be said that the Public have no concern. Then learned I to despise that far-famed school And not where they are ruled: in whose new scheme Of heroism, self-government should seem A thing left out, or something to contemn, Whose notions, incoherent as a dream, Make strength go with the torrent, and not stem, For wicked and thence weak' is not a creed for them. I left these passionate weaklings: I perceived All dignity from sorrow; what bereaved Even genius of respect; they seemed allied The alms of sympathy-far best denied. * * |