SCENE III

The Gateway of a Convent. Night.

Enter Conrad.

Con. This night she swears obedience to me! Wondrous Lord!

How hast Thou opened a path, where my young dreams

May find fulfilment: there are prophecies

Upon her, make me bold. Why comes she not?

She should be here by now. Strange, how I shrink--

I, who ne'er yet felt fear of man or fiend.

Obedience to my will! An awful charge!

But yet, to have the training of her sainthood;

To watch her rise above this wild world's waves

Like floating water-lily, towards heaven's light

Opening its virgin snows, with golden eye

Mirroring the golden sun; to be her champion,

And war with fiends for her; that were a 'quest';

That were true chivalry; to bring my Judge

This jewel for His crown; this noble soul,

Worth thousand prudish clods of barren clay,

Who mope for heaven because earth's grapes are sour--

Her, full of youth, flushed with the heart's rich first-fruits,

Tangled in earthly pomp--and earthly love.

Wife? Saint by her face she should be: with such looks

The queen of heaven, perchance, slow pacing came

Adown our sleeping wards, when Dominic

Sank fainting, drunk with beauty:--she is most fair!

Pooh! I know nought of fairness--this I know,

She calls herself my slave, with such an air

As speaks her queen, not slave; that shall be looked to--

She must be pinioned or she will range abroad

Upon too bold a wing; 't will cost her pain--

But what of that? there are worse things than pain--

What! not yet here? I'll in, and there await her

In prayer before the altar: I have need on't:

And shall have more before this harvest's ripe.

[As Conrad goes out, Elizabeth, Isentrudis, and Guta enter.]

Eliz. I saw him just before us: let us onward;

We must not seem to loiter.

Isen. Then you promise

Exact obedience to his sole direction

Henceforth in every scruple?

Eliz. In all I can,

And be a wife.

Guta. Is it not a double bondage?

A husband's will is clog enough. Be sure,

Though free, I crave more freedom.

Eliz. So do I--

This servitude shall free me--from myself.

Therefore I'll swear.

Isen. To what?

Eliz. I know not wholly:

But this I know, that I shall swear to-night

To yield my will unto a wiser will;

To see God's truth through eyes which, like the eagle's,

From higher Alps undazzled eye the sun.

Compelled to discipline from which my sloth

Would shrink, unbidden,--to deep devious paths

Which my dull sight would miss, I now can plunge,

And dare life's eddies fearless.

Isen. You will repent it.

Eliz. I do repent, even now. Therefore I'll swear.

And bind myself to that, which once being light,

Will not be less right, when I shrink from it.

No; if the end be gained--if I be raised

To freer, nobler use, I'll dare, I'll welcome

Him and his means, though they were racks and flames.

Come, ladies, let us in, and to the chapel. [Exeunt.]

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