ELENA. Nay, your promise! Tell what you saw; I must not be denied ARTEVELDE. I say to what conclusion came I then, ELENA. I surmise To none; such ramblings end where they begin. ARTEVELDE. Conclusions inconclusive, that I own; Yet, I would say, not vain, not nothing worth. That vivifies the outside of the earth And permeates the sea; that here and there Informs it, organises, gives it power To gather and associate to itself, Transmute, incorporate other, for a term Sustains the congruous fabric, and then quits it; This vagrant principle so multiform, Ebullient here and undetected there, Is not unauthorised, nor increate, Though indestructible. Life never dies; But never it hath ceased; the type is changed, Is ever in transition, for life's law To its eternal essence doth prescribe Eternal mutability: and thus To say I live-says, I partake of that Which never dies. But how far I may hold Through change (and whether it be mortal change, Or other whatsoever 'tis alike) Is question not of argument, but fact. In all men some such interest inheres; And in no less a span. ELENA. Love is eternal. Whatever dies, that lives, I feel and know. ARTEVELDE. So be it! ELENA. But, Artevelde, you shall not lead me off Through by-ways from my quest. Touching this sight Which you have seen. ARTEVELDE. Touching this eye-creation; What is not, and has never been at all; Or more than like; it was the very same. It was the image of my wife. Why should not fancy summon to its presence ELENA. Gracious Heaven! And were you not afraid? ARTEVELDE. I felt no fear. Dejected I had been before: that sight For how long saw you it? ELENA. ARTEVELDE. I cannot tell. I did not mark. ELENA. And what was that appearance You say was so unsightly? ARTEVELDE. She appear'd In white, as when I saw her last, laid out After her death; suspended in the air She seem'd, and o'er her breast her arms were cross'd; Her feet were drawn together pointing downwards, And rigid was her form and motionless. From near her heart, as if the source were there, So she remain'd inflexible as stone BB And I as fixedly regarding her. Then suddenly, and in a line oblique, Thy figure darted past her, whereupon, Though rigid still and straight, she downward moved, Peel'd off upon the water, which, as she vanish'd, My own face saw I, which was pale and calm The distant camp, and all things as they were. ELENA. If you are not afraid to see such things, I am to hear them. Go not near that bridge ;- ARTEVELDE. The river cannot otherwise be pass'd. Oh, cross it not ! ELENA. ARTEVELDE. That were a strange resolve, And to the French most acceptable: yes, You will be held of council with King Charles, Opposing thus my passage. Enter VAUCLAIRE and VAN RYK. Sirs, good day! You're soon astir for men that watch'd so late. |