_Emilia._ (_Kneeling before the altar._) Oh, sacred, shadowy, cold, and constant Queen! _Abandoner of revels!_ mute, contemplative, Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, and pure As wind-fanned snow!--who to thy _female knights_ Allow'st no more blood than will make a blush, Which is there order's robe!--I here, thy priest, Am humbled 'fore thine altar. Oh, vouchsafe, With that thy rare _green eye_,[49:1] which never yet Beheld thing maculate, look on thy virg|in! And,--sacred silver Mistress!--lend thine ear, (Which ne'er heard scurril term, into whose port Ne'er entered wanton sound,) to my petit|ion Seasoned with holy fear!--This is my last Of vestal office: [49:2]I'm bride-habited, But maiden-heart|ed.| A husband I have, appoint|ed, But do not know him; out of two I should Chuse one, and pray for his success, but I Am guiltless of election of mine eyes.[49:2] . . . . . (_A rose-tree ascends from under the altar, having one rose upon it._) See what our general of ebbs and flows Out from the bowels of her holy al|tar With sacred act advances! But one rose? If well inspired, this battle shall confound Both these brave knights, and I a virgin flow|er Must grow alone unplucked. (_Here is heard a sudden twang of instruments, and the rose falls from the tree._) [49:3]The flower is fallen, the tree descends!--oh, mis|tress, Thou here dischargest me: I shall be gath|ered, I think so; but I know not thine own will; Unclasp thy mystery!--I hope she's pleased; Her signs were gracious. (_Exeunt._) [Sidenote: Act V. scene iv. (Weber; ii. Littledale) is stuff.] The fourth scene, in which the characters are the jailor's daughter, her father and lover, and a physician, is disgusting and imbecile in the extreme. It may be dismissed with a single quotation: _Doctor._ What stuff she utters! [Sidenote: Act V. scene v. (Weber; iii. Littledale). Its strangeness.]