The Golden Legend

tting alone, ill and restless. Prince

e vanished

its misty s

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m that far-d

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o'er inter

s from the

t through t

he curtain,

ng the aeol

the burden t

friendships

rflowing stre

dwindled,

channels

riends, whose l

th all that l

ed to dark

rose and

he shapes of

crowds of

nd fancies k

en, and shal

the cloister

arden of

he dark and

lossom int

t sleep! I

their fai

lips can bi

quite away!Alas! ou

tance of tim

scene come

things uncha

we cannot

we cannot

souls to t

mony!Rest! rest! O, g

life that ne'

ng in it li

am too we

this affl

of never-e

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ty of endl

ER appears, in the garb of a travelling P

starting). Who

re you? Lucife

th the Prince. Prince

A momen

r study doo

when I knocked. Prince

ou heard t

enough to wa

a matter of

God is walk

eeble tread. Prince Henry. Wha

g or everything

ess. You b

aveling P

few who hav

ncurable

called so. Prince

fe? Lucifer. Y

a wiser and

living from

tural, stran

conclusivel

s a stupid b

ecessity of

here is a

against your c

village belo

eard, with a

dies physica

astonished n

ither, though la

ince Henry (ironicall

I ever hop

udite? Lucifer. The honor

isease. Prince Henr

hat is you

nry. It h

g, dull, per

ln, burns

vapors to

s become a

f leprosy drin

ted as one

I shall be soon. Lucifer A

us Lily of

ok lies open

h to restore you? Prin

The dead

cles dumb, wh

diseases th

s progress, r

ead upon thin

g only on thi

e this, by t

s? Prince Henry.

with their l

s quite beyond

doctors

k word they

r a malady

hich in it

nnot be! Lucifer T

enry Une

hat is th

nry You s

tery. Lucifer (reading). "Not

remedy th

at flows from a

own free wi

life as the p

strangest

hink, you wi

tion you may

ng impossi

world itsel

knows? One

e maiden's br

will not fi

ermit me to

er admits o

rful Cat

ers! Prince Henry. Purge with y

d gargoyles o

faith is

er but the P

ol are you? Lucifer. Both

of Hermes T

d his orac

Olympiads

y dawn and

dateless ol

, from its N

forever ne

living and

mystic strea

g from its

lotus-leav

ead demigo

, unbroken l

the sacred

nchanged by

e Arabian G

mbics, fin

rbs and flowe

that so lon

isty verge

of Perpet

hol, in the

s lore I teach! Prince

Nor less,

I am a reader

f that my

piercing gla

t Nature'

ithin it t

rait of

as! with al

et and t

led and e

! Lucifer (showing a flask). Be

wonderful q

flower and e

knowledge m

light! Prince Henry. How l

nd tremulous

avelets danc

fe in sooth! Lucifer. It i

isease, and

swift delig

ance. Prince Hen

different

in its ra

e winds of

gh a room! Lucifer. W

Will one dra

not, you can

Into this crys

nk. Lucifer (pouring). Let

not harm you. Prince Henry.

river stan

flow, the l

waver, whee

plunges, s

hirlpools h

pauses, a

plunges fro

nto the da

d death I

fateful cur

n ambush l

ease! (An ANGEL with an aeol

e! woe! e

the whisp

l

mprecatio

erb

d ever thr

ov

earful

erse! Lucifer (disapp

soul s

o the da

infinit

no plumme

f hope! Prince Henry (drinking

h ever

el a

youth, the

that is

heart and f

O joy

and o

and heavily

my

and the

affl

m me, and my

ngel. It is but the rest of

een t

the sand, when the hou

f the tide between t

of the wind between

endish

eaf

alse p

y perdition. Prince

s that

ill! I am

e swoon, the d

chill of de

len

ewed in all

me I c

arth stagge

eet of a de

s surfa

le it rolled be

rave phys

alingenesis! (

ouch the gob

ake thy h

s ver

ume is t

Angel o

ht that wit

sh of his

! O, b

ss, sorrow

nry (sinking back). O th

t me, why

eadfast ton

ttering hop

eived me and

ive me res

ions wave

ors, water

oving, chang

ke a ha

es life wit

ician! Rar

ed thy mission! (His h

receding).

or the gol

fade a

t find in th

blight

bitter, bitt

RD OF TH

teway. Hubert. How sad th

the unmole

turret's

g of the fa

ourt-yard spr

now the fee

peacocks,

down the st

castle wer

poor old

a ghost, the

merry gues

ugh the ho

youth and p

ow redder th

o laugh, n

g wassail

silent, sad

e only sou

se rooks upo

ng in their stall

at merry, s

of the days

f old resou

hinges o

ing loud, wi

sounding bri

ere in has

eler's feet! (Enter WA

my friend! This l

flying fro

and no se

, and one

rt? Hubert. Ah!

how forms an

now you. Yo

grown much gra

the shoulder! Hubert. Alac

se towers, be

ent many a year! Walt

He is

as fled. Walter. Speak it

Hubert. No;

, mysteri

with a sud

together h

terrace,

s head upo

when he was

John Nepomu

own into

Tower, nigh

leared his ey

rning we fou

the floor, as

llen from

d his sweet looks!

ink he might

mend; but

ame flocking

r crosiers an

matter ended. Wal

hy, in Sa

stand, and w

were condemn

tter their

s for the Dead

times laid

l of churc

m, as he sto

sign that t

heart be

om the chape

race and

a cloak of

a wallet,

hould be a pe

ay. Walter. O, horrible

fected! Hubert. Then was

elmet, sword

ther, in co

custom, wh

cely house

as with a tr

houted dow

f warning a

!" Walter. Still in my

one! fore

cruel sen

shadow, wou

f all, if he

us presenc

fire upon

songs, at

dropped from

ur hearts; or,

slumbers so

Hubert. In

s tenants,

eath, or pri

amily, t

Supper of

eath their w

him, and J

me in. For

door hos

entertain? Walter. I wou

ood Hubert

goblet of

atic as

t steals the

e loved so

im that I

ttend me, w

estral ban

anions, gue

wait on, wi

t food, they

oft eyes lo

ips speak t

d shadowy b

words divine! (Lean

e; and slowly

un upgathers h

back into his

the valley,

from which in

ne, the swift a

ant through thes

shadows of its

cted clouds of

lows, forever,

anguard of th

from the top

it is! Fresh f

n, and tower with

ated chapel

amlet gathered

ting at her S

up at his

t of friends! T

g night darkens t