Cor. He moves with strange composure tow'rds the grave, Before he sails upon a distant voyage, With care and zeal incessant, he essays To leave unto the world, in worthiest shape, His work his lasting legacy of fame. Ang. The sun's last rays, that soon will set for him, His fame is heard, far as our tongue extends, Wide o'er Italia's borders, far and near. Is dissipated; and his shining form A parting gleam, however, is destined to be shed upon the close of his troubled life. The arrival of Cardinal Aldobrandini at Sorrento is announced. He comes to communicate to Tasso the invitation of Clement the VIII., that the poet would repair to Rome, and receive the laurel crown in the Capitol, in token of the respect and gratitude of his country. His persecutions from Alfonso and from the Della Crusca are at an end; and all unite in proffering to the poet their tardy reparation for the sufferings he had undergone. Tas. Am I awake? or does the ancient night, That once enveloped me, return again? The sacred laurel shall surround my head- That the world deems me worthy of such honour, And that the after-world should recognise Their sentence-this, I own, appears an object Worthy a man's whole life, a cast whereon To stake the whole revenues of the soul. And I-where thousands fail'd-I have attain'd it My solitary head stands out in light! Call me not vain, if images like these Float by, like light and many-coloured clouds Before the glowing spirit's inner eye! Ald. Fear it not, friend! How should I not conceive That you are conscious of your own deserving? That is not vanity, and pride becomes you. Tas. He is no poet whom reward inspires; But he, who casts not looks of eager longing Ald. Alas! it shines not always on the worthy. Tas. I've been so long estranged from princely favour, So long unused to aught of outward honour, Its beams fall on me, as upon the blind Falls the unwonted light-it dazzles me. Ald. A prince-I speak of one, my worthy Tasso, In disposition princely-one who wears His crown within his heart-he knows full well Is when he spreads the light of mind throughout Spenser. His kingdoms; for where light is there is right. So thinks the sovereign head, whose messenger So please you-I myself will be your guide, And truly guests will not be wanting there- We shall give the Fifth Act, which takes place in Rome, almost entire. The first scene is a conversation between Lucretia, the Duchess of Mantua, and her sister Leonora, who, by the permission of Alfonso, had been allowed to be present at the coronation of her former lover. It is comparatively unimportant to the progress of the play. The scene then changes to the Convent of St Onofrio, where Tasso had taken up his residence. St Onofrio in Rome. A Balcony, from which a Colonnade leads. Tas. (at the window.) How rich the scene before the cyc. There lies The silent convent garden at my feet, With all its rosy-blooming oleanders, And walks of dusky-shaded cypresses; There stands the oak where I have often rested, Beyond the walls the distant city rises With thousand towers, and domes, and palaces, With all the monuments of pomp and glory, The while That for the churchyard's peace I rather long Than for the garland on the Capitol. TASSO. ANGIOLETTA (richly dressed.) Tas. My Angioletta, in this rich attire! Ang. Tis for your day of honour that I wear it. Already many Ang. Unto the Capitol. This is the day That wakes my Tasso to a second life. Tas. It is, indeed: Not for this outward glitter Not for the laurel wreath that binds my brow Not that the people shout, or that in triumph I enter to the lofty Capitol : It is not these-with these I could dispense; 'Tis that I stand here as a worthy man! That this acclaim bears witness that my labour Has not been vain; that God who gave the pleasure In poetry's creations, gave the power; That for the pain one being laid upon me Prince as he was-THE WORLD atonement makes That I shall not descend to after times As a chained maniac; that posterity Shall see the poet's picture undistorted ; Such is the comfort that this day conveys. Grows green, and blooms again. All I have suffer'd Ang. Yes, Tasso ! yes-I feel as much as you, Life's goal is gain'd, and come what may hereafter, Tas. It is no fond conceit that poets fable, Ang. O speak those words again: it is too sweet Tas. Now listen, girl, for something I could say, Earth will not hold you long. When once my spirit Theirs is a deeper glow-the glow of death! Ang. My Tasso! you have said-I follow soon. Let me go first. When once the fruit is ripe, In God's good time, by its own weight, it falls. Luc. Tasso, some friends of old are come to greet you. Tas. Ha! what? You, princess-and your highness too You here in Rome! How shall I thank you for it? Too much of happiness for one short day. Leon. We stood so near, and saw your merit's growth; Could we be absent when such worth was crown'd? Luc. In Italy you have but wellwishers And friends-your enemies have disappear'd. The presence of my sister may convince you. Leon. What joy, beloved friend, it brings to me, That the world knows you now as I have known. I'll bear it with tranquillity. For you That peace which came so late, but came at last, Tas. You wish me rest, and yet would have me live. So long as I inhale the breath of earth My element is conflict; and the flames That smoulder here, though hills should stifie them, Leon. This is a gentle hour, which, after long Even to its very deeps, and bring to light Tas. The smiling future that I long for, lies When, in the paradise of Buon-Retiro, Expanding while the world for my sensations O peace! enough of this-'twas but a dream. Tas. No dream; it was the plenitude of life: Did not impart to thee :-no gentle feeling But found an answering echo in thy heart. I lived as blessed deities live on, Within those haunts where storms are never heard, And everlasting sunshine lights the sky! What happen'd then-what lot was mine thereafter- And now I stand beside you as I did Of old; and feel it is for the last time. Yes, Leonora-yes, our parting's near! Reach me your hand, reach me your hand again, As you have done of yore. Ang. Tasso, what means this? Tas. Receive this heart, and, when I am no more, Preserve and value it on my account. She will love you, even as she loved myself. NO. CCLXXXVIII. VOL. XLVI, 2 F Luc. O Tasso! what is this? You grow still paler? Heavens! what has happen'd, For the sake of Heaven Be calm, 'twill pass away. What means this? Ang. Oh, rouse yourself! Luc. Oh, listen!-what an uproar! Ang. The bells are knelling loud from every tower Luc. The cannon thunder from St Angelo's Leon. The hour is come. Here comes Aldobrandini. [The sound of bells is heard, and from time to time cannon shots in the distance. SCENE VI. The Same.-ALDOBRANDINI. Ald. Pardon me, princess, that I must withdraw Our friend from such a sweet environment. The hour has struck, the guests are all assembled, Where you are stay'd for, to conduct our Tasso, Luc. We are prepared to go. Ald. You, too, my friend? No longer be delay'd. Let us be gone. Tas. Now, then, proceed! I was prepared to drop By few beloved, by few bewail'd-to lay My wearied head unto its latest sleep! But from the very churchyard comes the dance Of giddy life to meet me! It returns, And lures me onward with its richest treasures, And I obey. It is his hand that brings These changes-life, and death, and grief, and glory; With light, that cheers and dissipates the gloom. [Exeunt through the colonnade. Ang. What feeling's this? my senses sure deceive me I never saw him thus. That glance of his Was not his glance-it was another fire That sparkled from within; and all his features Seemed to me changed and altered. (Shrieks.) Woe is me! O God! He sinks! They throng around him! Hence O he is dead! [She rushes out through the colonnade. [Louder cries are heard without of" Long live Tasso," accompanied by the music, the sound of the bells, and the cannon beyond the scene. SCENE VII. A large Hall, filled with Ladies and Nobles richly attired. Musicians, Pages, (one of whom holds a Laurel Garland on a satin cushion.) Halberdiers in the background. In front, TASSO dead on a couch. At his feet, ANGIOLETTA kneeling. CORNELIA and the Princesses standing round him. Behind, MONTECATINO and other Strangers. In the extreme front, ALDOBRANDINI. Ald. Yes, he has finish'd. Let the triumph cease- |