Here's a far sterner story, But like-oh, very like in its despair— Of that Egyptian queen, winning so easily A thousand hearts-losing at length her own. She died. Thus ended the history-and her maids With gentle names-Eiros and Charmion ! Rainbow and Dove !-Jacinta ! JACINTA [pettishly]. Madame, what is it? LALAGE. Wilt thou, my good Jacinta, be so kind As go down in the library and bring me The Holy Evangelists? JACINTA. LALAGE. Pshaw ! [Exit. If there be balm For the wounded spirit in Gilead, it is there! Dew in the night-time of my bitter trouble Which hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill.” [Re-enter JACINTA, and throws a volume on the table. JACINTA. There, Ma'am, 's the book. Indeed she is very troublesome. [Aside. LALAGE [astonished]. What didst thou say, Jacinta? have I done aught To grieve thee or to vex thee?—I am sorry. For thou hast served me long, and ever been [Resumes her reading. JACINTA. I can't believe She has any more jewels-no-no-she gave me all. LALAGE. What didst thou say, Jacinta? bethink me Thou hast not spoken lately of thy wedding. JACINTA Is there no farther aid! [Aside. Now I That's meant for me. [Aside.] I'm sure, Madame, you need not Be always throwing those jewels in my teeth. LALAGE. Jewels! Jacinta,-now indeed, Jacinta, I thought not of the jewels. JACINTA. Oh! perhaps not! But then I might have sworn it. After all, [Exit. [LALAGE bursts into tears, and leans her head upon the table—after a short pause raises it. LALAGE. Poor Lalage!—and is it come to this ? Thy servant maid !—but courage !—'tis but a viper Whom thou has cherished to sting thee to the soul! [Taking up the mirror. Ha! here at least's a friend-too much a friend In earlier days-—a friend will not deceive thee. For ruined maid. Fair mirror and true !-thou liest not! Thou hast no end to gain—no heart to break Castiglione lied who said he loved Thou true-he false !-false !—false ! [While she speaks, a MONK enters her apartment, and approaches unobserved. MONK. Refuge thou hast, Sweet daughter! in Heaven. Think of eternal things; Give up thy soul to penitence, and pray! LALAGE [arising hurriedly]. I cannot pray !—My soul is at war with God! |