The Golden Legend
tting alone, ill and restless. Prince
e vanished
its misty s
allid real
m that far-d
ning ever mo
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
e undistur
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