HELENE. Not altogether : Why love you gold? It does not make you happy. DUKE. No, child; nor wine the drunkard, yet he loves it. HELENE. Oh, let me woo thee back to thine old self, With unseen shuttle coursing to and fro, DUKE. Too late, too late! HELENE. Then, would you have me wed Prince Rudolph, father? DUKE. Nay, since you love him not. HELENE But if I loved him? DUKE Then I should lose thee, and be left alone, HELENE. Then, 'tis not too late; The love of me against the love of gold Love matched with love, the stronger love must win. Thou hast made choice betwixt us. DUKE. Ah! child, child, This way or that, my life-days are eclipsed: For either needy clouds usurp the sun, Or thou, the finger of my dial-plate, From hour to hour, and all the hours are mine. HELENE. I would that thou couldst love the people more : Their wealth, the common wealth, would make thee happier. DUKE. I cannot. They are base, rebellious, hateful: HELENE. Be what you were, not what you are, dear father, Of one sweet morn in summer, when you Hunting or hawking on the mountain-side, rode And met your little maiden flushed with flowers, And stooping plucked her to your side, and kissed, And called her fairest of them all, and said That she was more than the wide world to you. DUKE. Ay, my child. HELENE. Tread back, obliterate the dead past, that lies [The DUKE bows his head upon her shoulder. A deputation waits to see your Highness; Shall they have audience, sire? DUKE. From whom? ARNFELD. Your serfs. DUKE. No, not to-day. HELENE. Yes, father, yes. D DUKE. Admit them. [Exit ARNFELD. HEINRICH. Corcilius, I must throw myself before her- CORCILIUS. Ay, but she is not thine. What, Karl, art mad? By Heaven! Be patient, or you ruin all. Re-enter ARNFELD, introducing KUNO, and KAUZ disguised as a peasant. ARNFELD. These men, sire, crave permission but to read |