The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 2 (of 2)Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
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The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 2 (of 2)
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
English poetry -- 19th century
_Osorio (returned)._ In truth this lady loved another man,
But he has perish'd.
_Albert._ What? you kill'd him? hey?
_Osorio._ I'll dash thee to the earth, if thou but think'st it,
Thou slave! thou galley-slave! thou mountebank! 255
I leave thee to the hangman!
_Albert._ Fare you well!
I pity you, Osorio! even to anguish!
[_ALBERT retires off the stage._
_Osorio (recovering himself)._ 'Twas ideotcy! I'll tie myself to
an aspen,
And wear a Fool's Cap. Ho! [_Calling after ALBERT._
_Albert (returning)._ Be brief, what wish you?
_Osorio._ You are deep at bartering--you charge yourself 260
At a round sum. Come, come, I spake unwisely.
_Albert._ I listen to you.
_Osorio._ In a sudden tempest
Did Albert perish--he, I mean, the lover--
The fellow----
_Albert._ Nay, speak out, 'twill ease your heart
To call him villain! Why stand'st thou aghast? 265
Men think it natural to hate their rivals!
_Osorio (hesitating and half doubting whether he should proceed)._
Now till she knows him dead she will not wed me!
_Albert (with eager vehemence)._ Are you not wedded, then?
Merciful God!
Not wedded to Maria?
_Osorio._ Why, what ails thee?
Art mad or drunk? Why look'st thou upward so? 270
Dost pray to Lucifer, prince of the air?
_Albert._ Proceed. I shall be silent.
[_ALBERT sits, and leaning on the table hides his face._
_Osorio._ To Maria!
Politic wizard! ere you sent that message,
You had conn'd your lesson, made yourself proficient
In all my fortunes! Hah! you prophesied 275
A golden crop!--well, you have not mistaken--
Be faithful to me, and I'll pay thee nobly.
_Albert (lifting up his head)._ Well--and this lady!
_Osorio._ If we could make her certain of his death,
She needs must wed me. Ere her lover left her, 280
She tied a little portrait round his neck
Entreating him to wear it.
_Albert (sighing)._ Yes! he did so!
_Osorio._ Why, no! he was afraid of accidents,
Of robberies and shipwrecks, and the like.
In secrecy he gave it me to keep 285
Till his return.
_Albert._ What, he was your friend then?
_Osorio (wounded and embarrassed)._ I was his friend.
[_A pause._
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