SCENE III.
MANFRED.
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And evil and dread,
Envelope a nation—
The blest are the dead,
Who see not the sight
Of their own desolation.—
This work of a night—
This wreck of a realm—this deed of my doing—
For ages I've done, and shall still be renewing!
Envelope a nation—
The blest are the dead,
Who see not the sight
Of their own desolation.—
This work of a night—
This wreck of a realm—this deed of my doing—
For ages I've done, and shall still be renewing!
Enter the Second and Third Destinies.
The Three.
Our hands contain the hearts of men,
Our footsteps are their graves:
We only give to take again
The spirits of our slaves!
Our hands contain the hearts of men,
Our footsteps are their graves:
We only give to take again
The spirits of our slaves!
First Des. Welcome!—Where's Nemesis?
Second Des.At some great work;
But what I know not, for my hands were full.
But what I know not, for my hands were full.
Third Des. Behold she cometh.
Enter Nemesis.
First Des.Say, where hast thou been?—
My sisters and thyself are slow to-night.
My sisters and thyself are slow to-night.
