SCENE I.
MANFRED.
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If that I did not know philosophy
To be of all our vanities the mothest,
The merest word that ever fool'd the ear
From out the schoolman's jargon, I should deem
The golden secret, the sought "Kalon," found,
And seated in my soul. It will not last,
But it is well to have known it, though but once:
It hath enlarged my thoughts with a new sense,
And I within my tablets would note down
That there is such a feeling. Who is there?
Re-enter Herman.
My lord, the abbot of St. Maurice craves
To greet your presence.
To be of all our vanities the mothest,
The merest word that ever fool'd the ear
From out the schoolman's jargon, I should deem
The golden secret, the sought "Kalon," found,
And seated in my soul. It will not last,
But it is well to have known it, though but once:
It hath enlarged my thoughts with a new sense,
And I within my tablets would note down
That there is such a feeling. Who is there?
Re-enter Herman.
My lord, the abbot of St. Maurice craves
To greet your presence.
Enter the Abbot of st. Maurice.
Abbot. Peace be with Count Manfred!
Man. Thanks, holy father! welcome to these walls;
Thy presence honours them, and blesseth those
Who dwell within them.
Thy presence honours them, and blesseth those
Who dwell within them.
Abbot.Would it were so, Count!—
But I would fain confer with thee alone.
But I would fain confer with thee alone.
Man. Herman, retire. What would my reverend guest?
