Obedience to my will! An awful charge!

But yet, to have the training of her sainthood; To watch her rise above this wild world's waves Like floating water-lily, towards heaven's light Opening its virgin snows, with golden eye Mirroring the golden sun; to be her champion, And war with fiends for her; that were a 'quest'; That were true chivalry; to bring my Judge This jewel for His crown; this n.o.ble soul, Worth thousand prudish clods of barren clay, Who mope for heaven because earth's grapes are sour-- Her, full of youth, flushed with the heart's rich first-fruits, Tangled in earthly pomp--and earthly love.

Wife? Saint by her face she should be: with such looks The queen of heaven, perchance, slow pacing came Adown our sleeping wards, when Dominic Sank fainting, drunk with beauty:--she is most fair!

Pooh! I know nought of fairness--this I know, She calls herself my slave, with such an air As speaks her queen, not slave; that shall be looked to-- She must be pinioned or she will range abroad Upon too bold a wing; 't will cost her pain-- But what of that? there are worse things than pain-- What! not yet here? I'll in, and there await her In prayer before the altar: I have need on't: And shall have more before this harvest's ripe.

[As Conrad goes out, Elizabeth, Isentrudis, and Guta enter.]

Eliz. I saw him just before us: let us onward; We must not seem to loiter.

Isen. Then you promise Exact obedience to his sole direction Henceforth in every scruple?

Eliz. In all I can, And be a wife.

Guta. Is it not a double bondage?

A husband's will is clog enough. Be sure, Though free, I crave more freedom.

Eliz. So do I-- This servitude shall free me--from myself.

Therefore I'll swear.

Isen. To what?

Eliz. I know not wholly: But this I know, that I shall swear to-night To yield my will unto a wiser will; To see G.o.d's truth through eyes which, like the eagle's, From higher Alps undazzled eye the sun.

Compelled to discipline from which my sloth Would shrink, unbidden,--to deep devious paths Which my dull sight would miss, I now can plunge, And dare life's eddies fearless.

Isen. You will repent it.

Eliz. I do repent, even now. Therefore I'll swear.

And bind myself to that, which once being light, Will not be less right, when I shrink from it.

No; if the end be gained--if I be raised To freer, n.o.bler use, I'll dare, I'll welcome Him and his means, though they were racks and flames.

Come, ladies, let us in, and to the chapel. [Exeunt.]

SCENE IV

A Chamber. Guta, Isentrudis, and a Lady.

Lady. Doubtless she is most holy--but for wisdom-- Say if 'tis wise to spurn all rules, all censures, And mountebank it in the public ways Till she becomes a jest?

Isen. How's this?

Lady. For one thing-- Yestreen I pa.s.sed her in the open street, Following the vocal line of chanting priests, Clad in rough serge, and with her soft bare feet Wooing the ruthless flints; the gaping crowd Unknowing whom they held, did thrust and jostle Her tender limbs; she saw me as she pa.s.sed-- And blushed and veiled her face, and smiled withal.

Isen. Oh, think, she's not seventeen yet.

Guta. Why expect Wisdom with love in all? Each has his gift-- Our souls are organ pipes of diverse stop And various pitch; each with its proper notes Thrilling beneath the self-same breath of G.o.d.

Though poor alone, yet joined, they're harmony.

Besides these higher spirits must not bend To common methods; in their inner world They move by broader laws, at whose expression We must adore, not cavil: here she comes-- The ministering Saint, fresh from the poor of Christ.

[Elizabeth enters without cloak or shoes, carrying an empty basket.]

Isen. What's here, my Princess? Guta, fetch her robes!

Rest, rest, my child!

Eliz [throwing herself on a seat] Oh! I have seen such things!

I shudder still; your gay looks dazzle me; As those who long in hideous darkness pent Blink at the daily light; this room's too bright!

We sit in a cloud, and sing, like pictured angels, And say, the world runs smooth--while right below Welters the black fermenting heap of life On which our state is built: I saw this day What we might be, and still be Christian women: And mothers too--I saw one, laid in childbed These three cold weeks upon the black damp straw; No nurses, cordials, or that nice parade With which we try to balk the curse of Eve-- And yet she laughed, and showed her buxom boy, And said, Another week, so please the Saints, She'd be at work a-field. Look here--and here--

[Pointing round the room.]

I saw no such things there; and yet they lived.

Our wanton accidents take root, and grow To vaunt themselves G.o.d's laws, until our clothes, Our gems, and gaudy books, and cushioned litters Become ourselves, and we would fain forget There live who need them not. [Guta offers to robe her.]

Let be, beloved-- I will taste somewhat this same poverty-- Try these temptations, grudges, gnawing shames, For which 'tis blamed; how probe an unfelt evil?

Would'st be the poor man's friend? Must freeze with him-- Test sleepless hunger--let thy crippled back Ache o'er the endless furrow; how was He, The blessed One, made perfect? Why, by grief-- The fellowship of voluntary grief-- He read the tear-stained book of poor men's souls, As I must learn to read it. Lady! lady!

Wear but one robe the less--forego one meal-- And thou shalt taste the core of many tales Which now flit past thee, like a minstrel's songs, The sweeter for their sadness.

Lady. Heavenly wisdom!

Forgive me!

Eliz. How? What wrong is mine, fair dame?

Lady. I thought you, to my shame--less wise than holy.

But you have conquered: I will test these sorrows On mine own person; I have toyed too long In painted pinnace down the stream of life, Witched with the landscape, while the weary rowers Faint at the groaning oar: I'll be thy pupil.

Farewell. Heaven bless thy labours and thy lesson.

[Exit.]

Isen. We are alone. Now tell me, dearest lady, How came you in this plight?

Eliz. Oh! chide not, nurse-- My heart is full--and yet I went not far-- Even here, close by, where my own bower looks down Upon that unknown sea of wavy roofs, I turned into an alley 'neath the wall-- And stepped from earth to h.e.l.l.--The light of heaven, The common air, was narrow, gross, and dun; The tiles did drop from the eaves; the unhinged doors Tottered o'er inky pools, where reeked and curdled The offal of a life; the gaunt-haunched swine Growled at their christened playmates o'er the sc.r.a.ps.

Shrill mothers cursed; wan children wailed; sharp coughs Rang through the crazy chambers; hungry eyes Glared dumb reproach, and old perplexity, Too stale for words; o'er still and webless looms The listless craftsmen through their elf-locks scowled; These were my people! all I had, I gave-- They s.n.a.t.c.hed it thankless (was it not their own?

Wrung from their veins, returning all too late?); Or in the new delight of rare possession, Forgot the giver; one did sit apart, And shivered on a stone; beneath her rags Nestled two impish, fleshless, leering boys, Grown old before their youth; they cried for bread-- She chid them down, and hid her face and wept; I had given all--I took my cloak, my shoes (What could I else? 'Twas but a moment's want Which she had borne, and borne, day after day), And clothed her bare gaunt arms and purpled feet, Then slunk ashamed away to wealth and honour.

[Conrad enters.]

What! Conrad? unannounced! This is too bold!

Peace! I have lent myself--and I must take The usury of that loan: your pleasure, master?

Con. Madam, but yesterday, I bade your presence, To hear the preached word of G.o.d; I preached-- And yet you came not.--Where is now your oath?

Where is the right to bid, you gave to me?

Am I your ghostly guide? I asked it not.

Of your own will you tendered that, which, given, Became not choice, but duty.--What is here?

Think not that alms, or lowly-seeming garments, Self-willed humilities, pride's decent mummers, Can raise above obedience; she from G.o.d Her sanction draws, while these we forge ourselves, Mere tools to clear her necessary path.

Go free--thou art no slave: G.o.d doth not own Unwilling service, and His ministers Must lure, not drag in leash; henceforth I leave thee: Riot in thy self-willed fancies; pick thy steps By thine own will-o'-the-wisp toward the pit; Farewell, proud girl. [Exit Conrad.]

Eliz. O G.o.d! What have I done?

I have cast off the clue of this world's maze, And, like an idiot, let my boat adrift Above the waterfall!--I had no message-- How's this?

Isen. We pa.s.sed it by, as matter of no moment Upon the sudden coming of your guests.