LUIS. A lucky mortal Am I, if the hour draws nigh That will two revenges offer.* Since this night there then will be Naught to interrupt my project, Slaying first this muffled figure And then Philip. Slow and solemn Comes this man again. I know him By his gait. But whence this horror That comes o'er me as I see him, This strange awe that chills, that shocks me? [footnote] *Asonante in o -- e to the end of Scene VIII. THE FIGURE. Luis Enius! LUIS. Sir, I've seen you Here the last two nights; your object? If you call me, wherefore fly thus? If 'tis me you seek, why mock me By retiring? THE FIGURE. Follow me, Then you'll know my name. LUIS. I'm stopped here In this street by a little business.-- To be quite alone imports me.-- Wherefore first by killing you I'll be free to kill another [He draws his sword, but merely cuts the air. Draw, then, draw your sword or not, Thus the needful path I shorten To two acts of vengeance. Heavens! I but strike the air, cut nothing, Sever nothing else. Quick! Paul, Stop him as he stalks off yonder, Near to you. PAUL. I'm bad at stopping. LUIS. Then your footsteps I will follow Everywhere, until I learn Who you are. [Aside.] (In vain his body Do I strive to pierce. Oh, heavens! Lightnings flash from off my sword here; But in no way can I touch him, As if sword and arm were shortened.) [Exit following the figure, striking at it without touching it. * * * * * SCENE III. PHILIP. -- PAUL. PAUL [aside]. God be with you both! But scarce Has one vanished, when another Comes to haunt me. Why, I'm tempted By strange phantoms and hobgoblins Like another San Antonio:-- In this doorway I'll ensconce me, Till my friend here kindly passes. PHILIP. Love, ambitious, bold, deep-plotted, With the favours of a kingdom Me thou mak'st a prosperous lover. To the desert fled Polonia, Where, mid savage rocks and forests, Citizen of mighty mountains, Islander of lonely grottoes, She doth dwell, to Lesbia leaving Crown and kingdom; through a stronger Greed than love I Lesbia court,-- For a queen is worth my homage. From her trellis I have come, From a sweet and pleasant converse. But, what's this? Each night I stumble On a man here at my doorstep. Who is there? PAUL [aside]. To me he's coming. Why on earth should every goblin Pounce on me? PHILIP. Sir, Caballero. PAUL. These are names I don't acknowledge; He can't speak to ME. PHILIP. This house Is my home. PAUL. Which I don't covet; May you for an age enjoy it, Without billets. PHILIP. If important Business in this street detains you (Not a word whereon I offer), Give me room that I may pass. PAUL [aside]. Somewhat timid, though quite proper, Goblins can be cowards too.-- Yes, sir, for a certain office I am here; go in, and welcome; I no gentleman would stop here Bound for bed, nor is it right.