Julián, Governor of Ceuta, active 711 -- Drama; Spain -- History -- 711-1516 -- Drama; Tragedies (Drama)
_Jul._ Not to thee, who reignest not,
But to a country ever dear to me,
And dearer now than ever: what we love
Is loveliest in departure! One I thought,
As every father thinks, the best of all,
Graceful, and mild, and sensible, and chaste:
Now all these qualities of form and soul
Fade from before me, nor on any one
Can I repose, or be consoled by any.
And yet in this torne heart I love her more
Than I could love her when I dwelt on each,
Or clasped them all united, and thanked God,
Without a wish beyond.—Away, thou fiend!
O ignominy, last and worst of all!
I weep before thee—like a child—like mine—
And tell my woes, fount of them all! to thee!
ACT I. SCENE 4.
ABDALAZIS _enters_.
_Abd._ Julian, to thee, the terror of the faithless,
I bring my father’s order, to prepare
For the bright day that crowns thy brave exploits:
Our enemy is at the very gate!
And art thou here, with women in thy train,
Crouching to gain admittance to their lord,
And mourning the unkindness of delay!
[_Julian_, _much agitated_, _goes towards the door_, _and returns_.
_Jul._ I am prepared: Prince, judge not hastily.
_Abd._ Whether I should not promise all they ask,
I too could hesitate, tho’ earlier taught
The duty to obey, and should rejoice
To shelter in the universal storm
A frame so delicate, so full of fears,
So little used to outrage and to arms,
As one of these; so humble, so uncheer’d
At the gay pomp that smooths the track of war:
When she beheld me from afar dismount,
And heard my trumpet, she alone drew back,
And, as tho’ doubtful of the help she seeks,
Shudder’d to see the jewels on my brow,
And turn’d her eyes away, and wept aloud.
The other stood, awhile, and then advanced:
I would have spoken; but she waved her hand
And said, “_Proceed_, _protect us_, _and avenge_,
_And be thou worthier of the crown thou wearest_.”
Hopeful and happy is indeed our cause,
When the most timid of the lovely hail
Stranger and foe—
[_Roderigo_, _unnoticed by Abdalazis_.
_Rod._ And shrink, but to advance.
_Abd._ Thou tremblest! whence, O Julian! whence this change?
Thou lovest still thy country.
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