Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1839-12-11
TAou shoIld'ss not play with ne. and sAal, BOT

Thou shosld's. net play with ne. and sAal. Dot
Take,
: Therefore, ny choios-dea,h. Or the paper.
Duks-Thou makes, thy mind up quickly in : strait.
"opens +: W vest SIT take. Il. poi.. .f .As Dukes
sword, ani places il opposite 10 his heart.
Set here Thy point;
It's right against my heart Press firm and
The more, the kinder [Apausel
Duke AZ thou wishest death,
will not kill thee for thy disobeoieace.
An hour grant Tor calm reflection. Use {.
II, on the lapse of that brief space, fed
The page without addition, thou may Of learn
Tint even slavery hath It's degrees
Winch make It sometimes sweet. Our fel)ns
throng
The ealleys; but tits hard, or we shall 6nd
A bench and oar 70. thee HcPoes cut
Huon- My lord, come back!
My lord What now my mind, be sure twill be
AT the end Of the hour OF the day of my life
MyloId!
He does net hear, or Will not Most sweet cause
OF most insuferabe m sery,
Wouldst thou not weep al thsl Couldst tnou
leok on
And keep pride sitting in thy womaa's eye
The proper throne of pity-wnlch for me,
The melting queen has yet ref sed 10 fill
But to a stern usurPer all abandoned!
Woslast thou not weep? Or would my name
alone
My sole condition set 'ganst all myself;
TIE vivid hosghs, the feelings sensitive,
The quick affections, passions Of man,
Despite his misery OF birhright; fesh
Warm. VAIN; OF as high vitality though
His lot had been an herdom 10 hrcne
Would that, prevailing ga INST such odds as these,
Prevent hec2 Yes2 Thou woulds, net weep
O. knew what would make thee! Would my
corpse?
Then TO thy father! own my passion for thee
Tell him his serf asp.res to love his dau2 hter,
Boasts Of II, though he sends HIM to the gal!eys,
Will glory in il chain beside the felsn,
Ay with the tasker's whip whirling above him,
Relterate il when he threatens me,
And when again he threatens, Justify it,
On the broad rights of common human nature,
Till with bis own hand he ,ransfxts me!
Follows he Duke
Countess-[intfrpss Stop, Huon !-whal's the
Huen- Hnsn-Huen! matter
Dds, thou say Huon-and with gentleness?
Madam-my mistress-l am yoer slave!-l am
But the poor serf! nothing
Coun,ess- See ifihat door is free
Hnon-[gong to tie door Trere is no one here
Countess Comein.
And shut It again.
Huon- IT'S shut
Coun,ess-Now, what's The matter
with my father and you
Huon- He babe me sign that paper,
And refused.
Countess What Is 1T Lat me see it,
Hnon- hands tse paper and watches the Countess
whlie she reads. How her eyes fastens on the
writing Sc
To grasp it, as her hand the paper! What!
Did she sar? She DID! 0, wherefore What
is ihis2
Her sw, ct face, that just now was all calm,
Shows signs of bfoodng tempest! Yes, It's on
Lowers her brow, and flashes on her che. K.
Like cloud and lightning How her bosom heayes )!
What makes il neavel She hoe let lae paper
drop,
Yet thefs she stands "a though she held il vel,
And whsrs but nav all was astir-now, all
Again s sulness! Dare speak to her?
Sac 10 not / ks 10 ia nt-no -ro-she brea hes
H. naughty spirit wakes IN her again.
ioweriny, alas /! as ne'er 1t did before.
Coun'ess latter VOL nj struggle, giving way]
Hlon, die!
Huon- Heavens - Mercy!
Coun ess bursting IN o tesrs Ii is over
Do not speak 70 me Let my tears flow on!
Husn-Flow they for me?
Countess told you no, to speak.
Huon Sweer Heaven! your voice Is tears;
Y0.Y 10 ks are tearss sour ar your .faotions all
Are tears! foots! foods! ts~ihose that course
your cheeks,
And'il more bright than diamonds on the hands
Which now clap TO thee in supphcatioR,
That thou wilt delgn this once vouchsafs me au.
To give my fatal passion vent before thee
For yrars peni np within my wretched breast
And then I'm mute for ever!
know thsu low ST me.
Huon- Thou know II II, dost thou /?
And say'si ii!-snd mildly say'stii
Net with tone OF seern, not with threat
Nor accent yet OF cold indifference
For the poor serf, who BODY, soai, aud all,
Not being worth a ,ithe OF thee vet dates
To love thee! dares 10 wish for dyes wish
Alihp &c knows thee out 81 reach of him,
As the sun!--as The stars-a Million million
times
Beyond the sun! The po.r sespised serf
Despised OF himself-of Ihee-of every one
Thou sse'st he loves thee and thou deign's to
say IL!
Saw il with piiy--with most tender pity!
Il holds, MIN kneeine a thy icet, and know'st
The passion throws him there and suffers Il him
To stay there!-Lst him die there Let him die
Al thy feet! Falls 81 her feet.
Countess Rise, ii Ion!-Haon I! hearst thou
And dost thou not obey me Wilt thou not
l. slen 10 me IL do cntreat thee, Huon,
A. thou sost love me, rise! Inc
Huon [r sing to hiskn Ag,n! AS thou dost love
Huln!' Andtay voice did sound
As't were the voice Of one that loved again!
Thou q r'si AZ that and terro, all AZ encc
Looks from the eyes, whence something lookd