SCENE IV.
MANFRED.
71
Man.Look there!
What dost thou see?
What dost thou see?
Abbot.Nothing.
Man.Look there, I say,
And steadfastly;—now tell me what thou seest?
And steadfastly;—now tell me what thou seest?
Abbot. That which should shake me—but I fear it not—
I see a dusk and awful figure rise
Like an infernal god from out the earth;
His face wrapt in a mantle, and his form
Robed as with angry clouds; he stands between
Thyself and me—but I do fear him not.
I see a dusk and awful figure rise
Like an infernal god from out the earth;
His face wrapt in a mantle, and his form
Robed as with angry clouds; he stands between
Thyself and me—but I do fear him not.
Man. Thou hast no cause—he shall not harm thee—but
His sight may shock thine old limbs into palsy.
I say to thee—Retire!
His sight may shock thine old limbs into palsy.
I say to thee—Retire!
Abbot.And, I reply—
Never—till I have battled with this fiend—
What doth he here?
Never—till I have battled with this fiend—
What doth he here?
Man.Why—ay—what doth he here?
I did not send for him,—he is unbidden.
I did not send for him,—he is unbidden.
Abbot. Alas! lost mortal! what with guests like these
Hast thou to do? I tremble for thy sake;
Why doth he gaze on thee, and thou on him?
Hast thou to do? I tremble for thy sake;
Why doth he gaze on thee, and thou on him?
