<h3>NORNA - SCENE EIGHTH.</h3>
<div class="blockquot">[<i>Glen near</i> <span class="smcap">Norna's</span> <i>cave.
Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Leonore</span>.]</div>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Norna is not here, nor
Louis. Why comes he not? Surely 'tis
the place. Norna! Louis! art thou
here?</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rodolpho</span>, <i>masked</i>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> I am here, dear lady. Do not
fear me; I may not unmask even to thee,
for spies may still be near me. Wilt thou
pardon, and still trust me tho' thou canst
not see how fondly I am looking on thee.
See! here is my ring, my dagger. Oh,
Leonore, do not doubt me!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> I do trust thee; canst thou
doubt it now? Oh, Louis! I feared thou
wert dead. Why didst thou not tell me
all before. And where wilt thou go, and
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 56]</span>
how can I best serve thee? Nought thou
canst ask my love shall leave undone.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Wilt thou let me guide thee to
yonder tower? I fear to tell thee here,
and old Norna is there waiting for thee.
Come, love, for thy Louis's sake, dare yet
a little more, and I will tell thee how thou
canst serve me. Wilt thou not put thy
faith in me, Leonore?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> I will. Forgive me, if I
seem to fear thee; but thy voice sounds
strangely hollow, and thine eyes look
darkly on me from behind this mask.
Thou wilt lay it by when we are safe,
and then I shall forget this foolish fear
that hangs upon me.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Thine own hands shall remove it,
love. Come, it is not far. Would I might
guide thee thus through life! Come,
dearest!</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>
<p class="center">CURTAIN.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 57]</span></p>
<h3>SCENE NINTH.</h3>
<div class="blockquot">[<i>Castle of</i> <span class="smcap">Rodolpho</span>. <i>The haunted chamber.
Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rodolpho</span> <i>leading</i> <span class="smcap">Leonore</span>.]</div>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Where art thou leading me,
dear Louis? Thy hiding-place is a pleasant
one, but where is Norna? I thought
she waited for us.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> She will soon be here. Ah, how
can I thank thee for this joyful hour,
Leonore. I can forget all danger and
all sorrow now.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Nay, let me cast away this
mournful mask! I long to look upon thy
face once more. Wilt thou let me, Louis?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Ay, look upon me if thou wilt;—dost
like it, lady? [<i>Drops his disguise.</i>
<span class="smcap">Leonore</span> <i>shrieks, and rushes to the door, but
finds it locked</i>.] 'Tis useless; there are
none to answer to thy call. All here
are my slaves, and none dare disobey.
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 58]</span>
Where are thy proud words now? hast
thou no scornful smile for those white
lips, no anger in those beseeching eyes?
Where are thy friends? Why come they
not to aid thee? Said I not truly my
revenge was sure?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Oh, pardon me, and pity!
See, I will kneel to thee, pray, weep, if
thou wilt only let me go. Forgive my
careless words! Oh, Count Rodolpho, take
me home, and I will forget this cruel
jest [<i>kneels</i>].</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Ha, ha! It is no jest, and
thou hast no home but this. Didst thou
not come willingly? I used no force;
and all disguise is fair in love. Nay,
kneel not to me. Did I not say thou
wouldst bend thy proud head, and sue for
mercy, and I would deny it? Where is
thy defiance now?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore</span> [<i>rising</i>]. I'll kneel no more
to thee. The first wild fear is past, and
thou shalt find me at thy feet no more.
As I told thee <i>then</i>, I tell thee <i>now</i>,—thine
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 59]</span>
I will never be; and think not I will fail
or falter at thy threats. Contempt of thee
is too strong for fear.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Not conquered yet. Time will
teach thee to speak more courteously to
thy master. Ah, thou mayst well look
upon these bawbles. They were thy
lover's once. This ring was taken from
his lifeless hand; this dagger from his
bleeding breast, as he lay within the forest
whence I led thee. This scroll I found
next his heart when it had ceased to beat.
I lured thee hither with it, and won my
sweet revenge. [<span class="smcap">Leonore</span> <i>sinks down weeping.</i>]
Now rest thee; for when the castle
clock strikes ten, I shall come to lead thee
to the altar. The priest is there,—this
ring shall wed thee. Farewell, fair bride;
remember,—there is no escape, and thou
art mine forever.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore</span> [<i>starting up</i>]. Never! I shall
be free when thou mayst think help past
forever. There is a friend to help me,
and an arm to save, when earthly aid is
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 60]</span>
lost. Thine I shall never be! Thou
mayst seek me; I shall be gone.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Thou wilt need thy prayers. I
shall return,—remember, when the clock
strikes ten, I come to win my bride.</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> He has gone, and now a few
short hours of life are left to me; for if no
other help shall come, death can save me
from a fate I loathe. Ah, Louis, Louis, thou
art gone forever! Norna, where is thy promise
now to guard me? Is there no help?
Nor tears nor prayers can melt that cruel
heart, and I am in his power. Ha! what
is that?—<i>his</i> dagger, taken from his dying
breast. How gladly would he have drawn
it forth to save his poor Leonore! Alas,
that hand is cold forever! But I must
be calm. He shall see how a weak
woman's heart can still defy him, and win
liberty by death [<i>takes the dagger; clock
strikes ten</i>]. It is the hour,—the knell of
my young life. Hark! they come. Louis,
thy Leonore ere long will join thee,
never more to part.</p>
<p class="right"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 61]</span>
[<i>The secret panel opens.</i> <span class="smcap">Adrian</span> <i>enters masked.</i>]</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Stay, lady! stay thy hand!
I come to save thee. Norna sends me,—see,
thy token; doubt not, nor delay;
another moment, we are lost. Oh, fly,
I do beseech thee!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Heaven bless thee; I will
come. Kind friend, I put a helpless maiden's
trust in thee.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Stay not! away, away!</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Exit through the secret panel, which disappears</i>.
<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rodolpho</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Is my fair bride ready? Ha!
Leonore, where art thou?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Voice.</span> Gone,—gone forever!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Girl, mock me not; come forth,
I say. Thou shalt not escape me. Leonore,
answer! Where is my bride?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Voice</span> [<i>behind the curtains</i>]. Here—</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Why do I fear? She is there concealed
[<i>lifts the curtain; spirit of</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span>
<i>rises</i>]. The fiends! what is that? The
spirit haunts me still!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Voice.</span> Forever, forever—</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> [<i>rushes to the door but finds it locked</i>].
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 62]</span>
What ho! without there! Beat down the
door! Pedro! Carlos! let me come forth!
They do not come! Nay, 'tis my fancy;
I will forget it all. Still, the door is fast;
Leonore is gone. <i>Who</i> groans so bitterly?
Wild voices are sounding in the air, ghastly
faces are looking on me as I turn, unseen
hands bar the door, and dead men are groaning
in mine ears. I'll not look, not listen;
'tis some spell set on me. Let it pass!</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Throws himself down and covers his face.</i></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Voice.</span> The spell will not cease,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The curse will not fly,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And spirits shall haunt</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Till the murderer shall die.</span></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Again, spirit or demon, wherefore
dost thou haunt me, and what art thou?
[<span class="smcap">Theresa's</span> <i>spirit rises.</i>] Ha! am I gone
mad? Unbar the door! Help! help!
[<i>Falls fainting to the floor.</i>]</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Norna</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Norna.</span> Lie there, thou sinful wretch!
Old Norna's curse ends but with thy life.</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Tableau.</i></p>
<p class="center">CURTAIN.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 63]</span></p>
<h3>SCENE TENTH.</h3>
<div class="blockquot">[<i>A room in the castle of</i> <span class="smcap">Rodolpho</span>.
<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rodolpho</span>.]</div>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Dangers seem thickening round
me. Some secret spy is watching me unseen,—I
fear 'tis Hugo, spite the gold I
gave him, and the vows he made. A
higher bribe may win the secret from him,
and then I am undone. Pedro hath told
me that a stranger, cloaked and masked,
was lurking near the castle on the night
when Leonore so strangely vanished [<i>a
laugh</i>]. Ha!—what's that?—methought
I heard that mocking laugh again! I am
grown fearful as a child since that most
awful night. Well, well, let it pass! If
Hugo comes to-night, obedient to the message
I have sent, I'll see he goes not hence
alive. This cup shalt be thy last, good
Hugo! [<i>Puts poison in the wine-cup.</i>] He
comes,—now for my revenge! [<i>Enter</i>
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 64]</span>
<span class="smcap">Hugo</span>.] Ah, Hugo, welcome! How hath
it fared with thee since last we met?
Thou lookest weary,—here is wine; sit
and refresh thyself.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span> I came not hither, Count Rodolpho,
to seek wine, but gold. Hark ye!
I am poor; thou art rich, but in my
power, for proud and noble though thou
art, the low-born Hugo can bring death
and dishonor on thy head by whispering
one word to the king. Ha!—now give
me gold or I will betray thee.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Thou bold villain, what means
this? I paid thee well, and thou didst
vow to keep my secret. Threaten me not.
Thou art in my power, and shall never
leave this room alive. I fear thee not.
My menials are at hand,—yield thyself;
thou art fairly caught, and cannot now
escape me.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span> Nay, not so fast, my lord. One
blast upon my horn, and my brave band,
concealed below, will answer to my call.
Ha! ha! thou art caught, my lord. Thy
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 65]</span>
life is in my hands, and thou must purchase
it by fifty good pistoles paid down to
me; if not, I will charge thee with the
crime thou didst bribe me to perform, and
thus win a rich reward. Choose,—thy
life is nought to me.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Do but listen, Hugo. I have no
gold; smile if thou wilt, but I am poor.
This castle only is mine own, and I am
seeking now a rich young bride whose
wealth will hide my poverty. Be just,
good Hugo, and forgive the harsh words
I have spoken. Wait till I am wed, and
I will pay thee well.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span> That will I not. I'll have no
more of thee, false lord! The king will
well reward me, and thou mayst keep
thy gold. Farewell! Thou wilt see me
once again.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Stay, Hugo, stay! Give me but
time; I may obtain the gold. Wait a
little, and it shall be thine. Wilt thou
not drink? 'Tis the wine thou likest so
well. See! I poured it ready for thee.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 66]</span>
<span class="smcap">Hugo.</span> Nay; I will serve myself. Wine
of thy mixing would prove too strong for
me [<i>sits down and drinks.</i> <span class="smcap">Rodolpho</span> <i>paces
up and down waiting a chance to stab him</i>].
Think quickly, my good lord; I must be
gone [<i>turns his head.</i> <span class="smcap">R.</span> <i>raises his dagger.</i>
<span class="smcap">Hugo</span> <i>rising</i>]. I'll wait no more; 'tis
growing late, and I care not to meet the
spirits which I hear now haunt thy castle.
Well, hast thou the gold?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Not yet; but if thou wilt wait—</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span> I tell thee I will not. I'll be
deceived no longer. Thou art mine, and
I'll repay thy scornful words and sinful
deeds by a prisoner's cell. And so, adieu,
my lord. Escape is useless, for thou wilt
be watched. Hugo is the master now!</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Hugo</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Thou cunning villain, I'll outwit
thee yet. I will disguise myself, and
watch thee well, and when least thou
thinkest it, my dagger shall be at thy
breast. And now one thing remains to
me, and that is flight. I must leave all
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 67]</span>
and go forth poor, dishonored, and alone;
sin on my head, and fear within my heart.
Will the sun never set? How slow the
hours pass! In the first gloom of night,
concealed in yonder old monk's robe, I'll
silently glide forth, and fly from Hugo
and this haunted house. Courage, Rodolpho,
thou shalt yet win a name and
fortune for thyself. Now let me rest
awhile; I shall need strength for the
perils of the night [<i>lies down and sleeps</i>].</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Norna</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Norna</span>. Poor fool! thy greatest foe is
here,—her thou shalt not escape. Hugo
shall be warned, and thou alone shalt fall.</p>
<p class="right">[<i>She makes signs from the window and vanishes.</i></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> [<i>awakes and rises</i>]. Ah, what fearful
dreams are mine! <SPAN name="theresa2" id="theresa2"><ins title="Original had Therese">Theresa</ins></SPAN>—Louis—still
they haunt me! Whither shall I turn?
Who comes? [<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Gaspard</span>.] Art thou
another phantom sent to torture me?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Gasp.</span> 'Tis I, leader of the king's
brave guards, sent hither to arrest thee,
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 68]</span>
my lord; for thou art charged with
murder.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Who dares to cast so foul a stain
on Count Rodolpho's name.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Gasp.</span> My lord, yield thyself. The
king may show thee mercy yet—</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> I will yield, and prove my innocence,
and clear mine honor to the king.
Reach me my cloak yonder, and I am
ready.</p>
<div class="blockquot"><p>[<span class="smcap">Gaspard</span> <i>turns to seek the cloak.</i> <span class="smcap">Rodolpho</span>
<i>leaps from the window and disappears.</i></p>
</div>
<p><span class="smcap">Gasp.</span> Ha! he hath escaped,—curses
on my carelessness! [<i>Rushes to the window.</i>]
Ho, there! surround the castle, the prisoner
hath fled! We'll have him yet,
the blood-stained villain!</p>
<div class="blockquot"><p>[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Gaspard</span>. <i>Shouts and clashing of swords
heard.</i></p>
</div>
<p class="center">CURTAIN.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 69]</span></p>
<h3>SCENE ELEVENTH.</h3>
<div class="blockquot">[<span class="smcap">Norna's</span> <i>cave.</i>
<span class="smcap">Leonore</span> <i>and</i> <i>Adrian</i>.]</div>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Dear lady, can I do nought
to while away the lonely hours? Shall I
go forth and bring thee flowers, or seek
thy home and bear away thy bird, thy
lute, or aught that may beguile thy solitude?
It grieves me that I can do so
little for thee.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Nay, 'tis I should grieve
that I can find no way to show my gratitude
to thee, my brave deliverer. But
wilt thou not tell me who thou art? I
would fain know to whom I owe my life
and liberty.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Nay, that I may not tell thee.
I have sworn a solemn vow, and till that
is fulfilled I may not cast aside this sorrowful
disguise. Meanwhile, thou mayst
call me Adrian. Wilt thou pardon and
trust me still?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 70]</span>
<span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Canst thou doubt my faith
in thee? Thou and old Norna are the
only friends now left to poor Leonore.
I put my whole heart's trust in thee.
But if thou canst not tell me of thyself,
wilt tell me why thou hast done so much
for me, a friendless maiden?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> I fear it will cause thee sorrow,
lady; and thou hast grief enough to bear.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Do not fear. I would so
gladly know—</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Forgive me if I make thee
weep: I had a friend,—most dear to me.
He loved a gentle lady, but ere he could
tell her this, he died, and bid me vow to
watch above her whom he loved, and
guard her with my life. I took the
vow: that lady was thyself, that friend
Count Louis.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Ah, Louis! Louis! that heart
thou feared to ask is buried with thee.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Thou didst love him, lady?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Love him? Most gladly
would I lie down within my grave tonight,
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 71]</span>
could I but call him back to life
again.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Grieve not; thou hast one
friend who cannot change,—one who
through joy and sorrow will find his
truest happiness in serving thee. Hist!
I hear a step: I will see who comes.</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Adrian</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Kind, watchful friend, how
truly do I trust thee!</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Adrian</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Conceal thyself, dear lady,
with all speed. 'Tis Count Rodolpho.
Let me lead thee to the inner cave,—there
thou wilt be safe.</p>
<div class="blockquot"><p>[<i>They retire within; noise heard without. Enter</i>
<span class="smcap">Rodolpho</span>.</p>
</div>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> At last I am safe. Old Norna
will conceal me till I can find means to
leave the land. Ha!—voices within
there. Ho, there! old wizard, hither! I
have need of thee!</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Adrian</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> What wouldst thou?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 72]</span><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Nought. Get thee hence! I seek
old Norna.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Thou canst not see her; she
is not here.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Not here? 'Tis false,—I heard
a woman's voice within there. Let me
pass!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> 'Tis not old Norna, and thou
canst not pass.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Ah, then, who might it be, my
most mysterious sir?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> The Lady Leonore.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Ha!—how came she hither? By
my soul, thou liest! Stand back and let
me go. She is mine!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Thou canst only enter here
above my lifeless body. Leonore is here,
and I am her protector and thy deadliest
foe. 'Tis for thee to yield and leave this
cell.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> No more of this,—thou hast escaped
me once. Draw and defend thyself,
if thou hast courage to meet a brave man's
sword!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 73]</span>
<span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> But for Leonore I would not
stoop so low, or stain my sword; but for
her sake I'll dare all, and fight thee to the
last.</p>
<p class="right">[<i>They fight their way out. Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rodolpho</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> At length fate smiles upon me.
I am the victor,—and now for Leonore!
All danger is forgotten in the joy of
winning my revenge on this proud girl!
Thou art mine at last, Leonore, and mine
forever! [<i>Rushes towards the inner cave.
Spirit of</i> <span class="smcap">Theresa</span> <i>rises.</i>] There 'tis again!
I will not fly,—I do defy it! [<i>Attempts to
pass. Spirit touches him; he drops his sword
and rushes wildly away.</i>] 'Tis vain: I cannot—dare
not pass. It comes, it follows
me. Whither shall I fly?</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Exit. Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Adrian</span> <i>wounded.</i></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> I have saved her once again,—but
oh, this deathlike faintness stealing
o'er me robs me of my strength. Thou
art safe, Leonore, and I am content.
[<i>Falls fainting.</i>]</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Leonore</span>.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 74]</span>
<span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> They are gone. Ah, what
has chanced? I heard his voice, and now
'tis still as death. Where is my friend?
God grant he be not hurt! I'll venture
forth and seek him [<i>sees</i> <span class="smcap">Adrian</span> <i>unconscious
before her</i>]. Oh, what is this?
Adrian, kind friend, dost thou not hear
me? There is blood upon his hand! Can
he be dead? No, no! he breathes, he
moves; this mask, I will remove it,—surely
he will forgive.</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Attempts to unmask him; he prevents her.</i></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian</span> [<i>reviving</i>]. Nay, nay; it must
not be. I am better now. The blow but
stunned me,—it will pass away. And
thou art safe?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> I feared not for myself, but
thee. Come, rest thee here, thy wound is
bleeding; let me bind it with my kerchief,
and bring thee wine. Let me serve thee
who hath done so much for me. Art better
now! Can I do aught else for thee?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> No more, dear lady. Think
not of me, and listen while I tell thee of the
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 75]</span>
dangers that surround thee. Count Rodolpho
knows thou art here, and may return with
men and arms to force thee hence. My
single arm could then avail not, though I
would gladly die for thee. Where then
can I lead thee,—no place can be too distant,
no task too hard for him whose joy it
is to serve thee.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Alas! I know not. I dare
not seek my home while Count Rodolpho
is my foe; my servants would be bribed,—they
would betray me, and thou wouldst
not be there to save. Adrian, I have no
friend but thee. Oh, pity and protect me!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Most gladly will I, dearest
lady. Thou canst never know the joy thy
confidence hath wakened in my heart. I
will save and guard thee with my life. I
will guide thee to a peaceful home where
no danger can approach, and only friends
surround thee. Thy Louis dwelt there
once, and safely mayst thou rest till danger
shall be past. Will this please thee?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Oh, Adrian, thou kind, true
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 76]</span>
friend, how can I tell my gratitude, and
where find truer rest than in <i>his</i> home,
where gentle memories of him will lighten
grief. Then take me there, and I will
prove my gratitude by woman's fondest
friendship, and my life-long trust.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Thanks, dear lady. I need no
other recompense than the joy 'tis in my
power to give thee. I will watch faithfully
above thee, and when thou needest
me no more, I'll leave thee to the happiness
thy gentle heart so well deserves. Now
rest, while I seek out old Norna, and prepare
all for our flight. The way we have
to tread is long and weary. Rest thee,
dear lady.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Adieu, dear friend. I will
await thee ready for our pilgrimage, and
think not I shall fail or falter, though the
path be long, and dangers gather round us.
I shall not fear, for thou wilt be there.
God bless thee, Adrian.</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Tableau.</i></p>
<p class="center">CURTAIN.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 77]</span></p>
<h3> <ins title="Original had period missing"><SPAN name="scene12" id="scene12"></SPAN>SCENE TWELFTH.</ins></h3>
<p class="center">[<i>Room in the castle of</i> <span class="smcap">Louis</span>.
<span class="smcap">Leonore</span> <i>singing to her lute.</i>]</p>
<p class="noindent">
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The weary bird mid stormy skies,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Flies home to her quiet nest,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And 'mid the faithful ones she loves,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Finds shelter and sweet rest.</span><br/>
<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And thou, my heart, like to tired bird,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Hath found a peaceful home,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Where love's soft sunlight gently falls,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And sorrow cannot come.</span></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> 'Tis strange that I can sing,
but in this peaceful home my sorrow seems
to change to deep and quiet joy. Louis
seems ever near, and Adrian's silent acts of
tenderness beguile my solitary hours, and
daily grow more dear to me. He guards
me day and night, seeking to meet my
slightest wish, and gather round me all I
hold most dear. [<i>Enter a</i> <span class="smcap">Page</span>.] Angelo,
what wouldst thou?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 78]</span>
<span class="smcap">Page.</span> My master bid me bring these
flowers and crave thee to accept them lady.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Bear him my thanks, and tell
him that his gift is truly welcome. [<i>Exit</i>
<span class="smcap">Page</span>.] These are the blossoms he was
gathering but now upon the balcony; he
hath sent the sweetest and the fairest
[<i>a letter falls from the nosegay</i>]. But what is
here? He hath never sent me aught like
this before [<i>opens and reads the letter</i>].</p>
<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Dearest Lady,</span>—Wilt thou pardon the bold
words I here address to thee, and forgive me if
I grieve one on whom I would bestow only the
truest joy. In giving peace to thy heart I have
lost mine own. I was thy guide and comforter,
and soon, unknown to thee, thy lover. I love
thee, Leonore, fondly and truly; and here I ask,
wilt thou accept the offering of a heart that will
forever cherish thee. If thou canst grant this
blessed boon, fling from the casement the white
rose I send thee; but if thou canst not accept
my love, forgive me for avowing it, and drop the
cypress bough I have twined about the rose. I
will not pain thee to refuse in words,—the
mournful token is enough. Ask thine own heart
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 79]</span>
if thou, who hast loved Louis, can feel aught
save friendship for the unknown, nameless
stranger, who through life and death is ever</p>
<p>Thy loving <span class="ralignsmall">Adrian.</span></p>
</div>
<p>Oh, how shall I reply to this,—how
blight a love so tender and so true? I
have longed to show my gratitude, to prove
how I have revered this noble friend. The
hour has come when I may make his happiness,
and prove my trust. And yet
my heart belongs to Louis, and I cannot
love another. Adrian was his friend; he
loved him, and confided me to him. Nobly
hath he fulfilled that trust, and where
could I find a truer friend than he who
hath saved me from danger and from death,
and now gives me the power to gladden
and to bless his life. Adrian, if thou wilt
accept a sister's love and friendship, they
shall be thine. Louis, forgive me if I wrong
thee; for though I yield my hand, my heart
is thine forever. This rose, Adrian, to thee;
this mournful cypress shall be mine in
memory of my blighted hopes [<i>goes to the</i>
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 80]</span>
<i>window and looks out</i>]. See! he is waiting yonder
by the fountain for the token that shall
bring him joy or sorrow. Thou noble
friend, thy brave, true heart shall grieve no
longer, for thus will Leonore repay the
debt of gratitude she owes thee [<i>flings the
rose from the window</i>]. He hath placed it in
his bosom, and is coming hither to pour
forth his thanks for the poor gift bestowed.
I will tell him all, and if he will accept, then
I am his.</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Adrian</span> <i>with the rose</i>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Dear lady, how can I tell thee
the joy thou hast given me. This blessed
flower from thy dear hand hath told thy
pardon and consent. Oh, Leonore, canst
thou love a nameless stranger who is so
unworthy the great boon thou givest.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Listen, Adrian, ere thou dost
thank me for a divided heart. Thou hast
been told my love for Louis; he was thy
friend, and well thou knowest how true
and tender was the heart he gave me. He
hath gone, and with him rests my first deep
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 81]</span>
love. Thou art my only friend and my
protector; thou hast won my gratitude and
warmest friendship. I can offer thee a sister's
pure affection,—my hand is thine;
and here I pledge thee that as thou hast
watched o'er me, so now thy happiness
shall be my care, thy love my pride and
joy. Here is my hand,—wilt thou accept
it, Adrian?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> I will. I would not seek to
banish from thy heart the silent love thou
bearest Louis. I am content if thou wilt
trust me with thy happiness, and give me
the sweet right to guide and guard thee
through the pilgrimage of life. God bless
thee, dearest.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Dear Adrian, can I do nought
for thee? I have now won the right to
cheer thy sorrows. Have faith in thy
Leonore.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Thou hast a right to know
all, and ere long thou shalt. My mysterious
vow will now soon be fulfilled, and then no
doubt shall part us. Thou hast placed thy
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 82]</span>
trust in me, and I have not betrayed it, and
now I ask a greater boon of thy confiding
heart. Wilt thou consent to wed me ere I
cast aside this mask forever? Believe me,
thou wilt not regret it,—'tis part of my
vow; one last trial, and I will prove to thee
thou didst not trust in vain. Forgive if I
have asked too much. Nay, thou canst
not grant so strange a boon.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> I can—I will. I did but
pause, for it seemed strange thou couldst
not let me look upon thy face. But think
not that I fear to grant thy wish. Thy
heart is pure and noble, and that thou canst
not mask. As I trusted thee through my
despair, so now I trust thee in my joy.
Canst thou ask more, dear friend?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Ever trust me thus! Ah,
Leonore, how can I repay thee? My love,
my life, are all I can give thee for the
blessed gift thou hast bestowed. A time
will come when all this mystery shall cease
and we shall part no more. Now must I
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 83]</span>
leave thee, dearest. Farewell! Soon will I
return.</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Adrian</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> I will strive to be a true and
loving wife to thee, dear Adrian; for I
have won a faithful friend in thee forever.</p>
<p class="center">CURTAIN.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 84]</span></p>
<h3>SCENE THIRTEENTH.</h3>
<div class="blockquot">[<i>Hall in the castle of</i> <span class="smcap">Count Louis</span>.
<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Leonore</span>, <i>in bridal robes</i>.]</div>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> At length the hour hath
come, when I shall look upon the face of
him whom I this day have sworn to love
and honor as a wife. I have, perchance,
been rash in wedding one I know not, but
will not cast a doubt on him who hath
proved the noble heart that beats within
his breast. I am his, and come what may,
the vows I have this day made shall be
unbroken. Ah, he comes; and now shall
I gaze upon my husband's face!</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Adrian</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Adrian.</span> Dearest, fear not. Thou wilt
not trust me less when thou hast looked
upon the face so long concealed. My vow
is ended, thou art won. Thy hand is mine;
Leonore, I claim thy heart.</p>
<p class="right"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 85]</span>[<i>Unmasks.</i> <span class="smcap">Leonore</span> <i>screams and falls upon his
breast</i>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Louis, Louis! 'Tis a blessed
dream!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Louis.</span> No dream, my Leonore; it
is thy living Louis who hath watched
above thee, and now claims thee for his
own. Ah, dearest, I have tried thee too
hardly,—pardon me!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Oh, Louis, husband, I have
nought to pardon; my life, my liberty,
my happiness,—all, all, I owe to thee.
How shall I repay thee? [<i>Weeps upon his
bosom.</i>]</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Louis.</span> By banishing these tears, dear
love, and smiling on me as you used to do.
Here, love, sit beside me while I tell thee
my most strange tale, and then no longer
shalt thou wonder. Art happy now thy
Adrian hath flung by his mask?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Happy! What deeper joy
can I desire than that of seeing thy dear
face once more? But tell me, Louis, how
couldst thou dwell so long beside me and<span class="pagenum">[Pg 86]</span>
not cheer my bitter sorrow when I grieved
for thee.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Louis.</span> Ah, Leonore, thou wouldst not
reproach me, didst thou know how hard
I struggled with my heart, lest I should
by some tender word, some fond caress,
betray myself when thou didst grieve for
me.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Why didst thou fear to tell
thy Leonore? She would have aided and
consoled thee. Why didst thou let me
pine in sorrow at thy side, when but a
word had filled my heart with joy?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Louis.</span> Dearest, I dared not. Thou
knowest I was banished by the hate of
that fiend Rodolpho. I had a fair and
gentle sister, whom he wed, and after
cruelty and coldness that I dread to think
of now, he murdered her. I sought old
Norna's aid. She promised it, and well hath
kept her word. When Count Rodolpho's
ruffian left me dying in the forest, she
saved, and brought me back to life. She
bade me take a solemn vow not to betray<span class="pagenum">[Pg 87]</span>
myself, and to aid her in her vengeance
on the murderer of Theresa. Nor could
I own my name and rank, lest it should
reach the king who had banished me.
The vow I took, and have fulfilled.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> And is there no danger now?
Art thou safe, dear Louis, from the Count?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Louis.</span> Fear not, my love. He will
never harm us more; his crimes are
known. The king hath pardoned me. I
have won thee back. He is an outcast,
and old Norna's spells have well-nigh
driven him mad. My sister, thou art well
avenged! Alas! alas! would I could have
saved, and led thee hither to this happy
home.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Ah, grieve not, Louis; she is
happy now, and thy Leonore will strive to
fill her place. Hast thou told me all?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Louis.</span> Nay, love. Thou knowest how
I watched above thee, but thou canst
never know the joy thy faithful love for
one thou mourned as dead hath brought
me. I longed to cast aside the dark disguise<span class="pagenum">[Pg 88]</span>
I had vowed to wear, but dared not
while Rodolpho was at liberty. Now all
is safe. I have tried thy love, and found
it true. Oh, may I prove most worthy of
it, dearest.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Leonore.</span> Louis, how can I love too
faithfully the friend who, 'mid his own
grief and danger, loved and guarded me.
I trusted thee as Adrian; as Louis I shall
love thee until death.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Louis.</span> And I shall prize most tenderly
the faithful heart that trusted me through
doubt and mystery. Now life is bright
and beautiful before us, and may you
never sorrow that thou gav'st thy heart to
Louis, and thy hand to Adrian the "Black
Mask."</p>
<p class="center">CURTAIN.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 89]</span></p>
<h3>SCENE FOURTEENTH.</h3>
<p class="center">[<i>A dungeon cell.</i>
<span class="smcap">Rodolpho</span> <i>chained, asleep.
Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Norna.</span>]</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Norna.</span> Thy fate is sealed, thy course is run,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">And Norna's work is well-nigh done.</span></p>
<p class="right">[<i>Vanishes. Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hugo</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> [<i>awaking</i>]. Mine eyes are bewildered
by the forms I have looked upon
in sleep. Methought old Norna stood beside
me, whispering evil spells, calling
fearful phantoms to bear me hence.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Hugo</span> [<i>coming forward</i>]. Thy evil conscience
gives thee little rest, my lord.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> [<i>starting up</i>]. Who is there?
Stand back! I'll sell my life most dearly.
Ah, 'tis no dream,—I am fettered! Where
is my sword?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span> In my safe keeping, Count
Rodolpho, lest in thy rage thou may'st be<span class="pagenum">[Pg 90]</span>
tempted to add another murder to thy
list of sins. [<span class="smcap">Rodolpho</span> <i>sinks down in
despair.</i>] Didst think thou couldst escape?
Ah, no; although most swift of foot and
secret, Hugo hath watched and followed
thee. I swore to win both gold and vengeance.
The king hath offered high reward
for thy poor head, and it is mine.
Methinks it may cheer your solitude my
lord, so I came hither on my way to bear
thy death warrant to the captain of the
guard. What wilt thou give for this?
Hark ye! were this destroyed, thou
might'st escape ere another were prepared.
How dost thou like the plot?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> And wilt thou save me, Hugo?
Give me not up to the king! I'll be thy
slave. All I possess is thine. I'll give
thee countless gold. Ah, pity, and save
me, Hugo!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span> Ha, ha! I did but jest.
Thinkest thou I could forego the joy of
seeing thy proud head laid low? Where
was thy countless gold when I did ask it<span class="pagenum">[Pg 91]</span>
of thee? No, no; thou canst not tempt
me to forget my vengeance. 'Tis Hugo's
turn to play the master now. Mayst thou
rest well, and so, good even, my lord.</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Hugo</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Thus end my hopes of freedom.
My life is drawing to a close, and all my
sins seem rising up before me. The forms
of my murdered victims flit before me,
and their dying words ring in mine ears,—Leonore
praying for mercy at my feet;
old Norna whispering curses on my soul.
How am I haunted and betrayed! Oh,
fool, fool that I have been! My pride, my
passion, all end in this! Hated, friendless,
and alone, the proud Count Rodolpho dies
a felon's death. 'Tis just, 'tis just! [<i>Enter</i>
<span class="smcap">Louis</span> <i>masked.</i>] What's that? Who spoke?
Ah, 'tis mine unknown foe. What wouldst
thou here?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Louis.</span> Thou didst bribe one Hugo to
murder the young Count Louis, whom
thou didst hate. He did thy bidding, and
thy victim fell; but Norna saved, and<span class="pagenum">[Pg 92]</span>
healed his wounds. She told him of his
murdered sister's fate, and he hath joined
her in her work of vengeance, and foiled
thee in thy sinful plots. I saved Leonore,
and guarded her till I had won her heart
and hand, and in her love find solace for
the sorrow thou hast caused. Dost doubt
the tale? Look on thine unknown foe,
and find it true [<i>unmasks</i>].</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Louis, whom I hated, and would
kill,—thou here, thou husband of Leonore,
happy and beloved! It is too much, too
much! If thou lovest life, depart. I'm
going mad: I see wild phantoms whirling
round me, voices whispering fearful
words within mine ears. Touch me not,—there
is blood upon my hands! Will
this dream last forever?</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Louis.</span> May Heaven pity thee! Theresa,
thou art avenged.</p>
<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Louis</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Ah, these are fearful memories
for a dying hour! [<i>Casts himself upon the
floor.</i>]</p>
<p class="right"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 93]</span>[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Norna</span>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Norna.</span> Sinful man, didst think thy
death-bed could be peaceful? As they
have haunted thee in life, so shall spirits
darken thy last hour. <i>I</i> bore thy murdered
wife to a quiet grave, and raised a
spirit to affright and haunt thee to thy
death. <i>I</i> freed the Lady Leonore; <i>I</i>
mocked and haunted thee in palace, wood,
and cell; <i>I</i> warned Hugo, and betrayed
thee to his power; and <i>I</i> brought down
this awful doom upon thee. As thou didst
refuse all mercy to thy victims, so shall
mercy be denied to thee. Remorse and
dark despair shall wring thy heart, and
thou shalt die unblessed, unpitied, unforgiven.
Thy victims are avenged, and
Norna's work is done.</p>
<p class="right">[<span class="smcap">Norna</span> <i>vanishes.</i></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Rod.</span> Ha! ha! 'tis gone,—yet stay,
'tis Louis' ghost! How darkly his eyes
shine on me! See, see,—the demons
gather round me! How fast they come!
Old Norna is there, muttering her spells.<span class="pagenum">[Pg 94]</span>
Let me go free! Unbind these chains!
Hugo, Louis, Leonore, Theresa,—thou
art avenged!</p>
<div class="blockquot"><p>[<i>Falls dead.</i> <span class="smcap">Norna</span> <i>glides in and stands beside
him.</i></p>
</div>
<p class="right">[<i>Tableau.</i></p>
<p class="center">CURTAIN.</p>
<hr class="hr2"/>
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