Hymn of the Spirits.
Hail to our Master! - Prince of Earth and Air! - Who walks the clouds and waters - in his hand The sceptre of the elements, which tear Themselves to chaos at his high command! He breatheth - and a tempest shakes the sea; He speaketh - and the clouds reply in thunder; He gazeth - from his glance the sunbeams flee; He moveth - earthquakes rend the world asunder. Beneath his footsteps the volcanoes rise; His shadow is the Pestilence; his path The comets herald through the crackling skies; And planets turn to ashes at his wrath. To him War offers daily sacrifice; To him Death pays his tribute; Life is his, With all its infinite of agonies - And his the spirit of whatever is!
Enter Manfred.
A Spirit. What is here? A mortal! - Bow down and worship!
Second Spirit. I do know the man - A Magian of great power, and fearful skill!
Manfred. I know it; And yet ye see I kneel not.
ARIMANES. What wouldst thou?
Manfred. Call up the dead – call up the dead.
Manfred. One without a tomb - call up Astarte.
The Phantom of Astarte rises and stands in the midst.
Phantom of Astarte. Manfred!
Manfred. Say on, - I live but in the sound - it is thy voice!
Phantom of Astarte. Manfred! To-morrow ends thine earthly ills. Farewell!
Manfred. Am I forgiven?
Phantom of Astarte. Farewell!
Manfred. Say, shall we meet again?
Phantom of Astarte. Farewell!
Manfred. One word for mercy! Say, thou lovest me.
Phantom of Astarte. Manfred!
The Spirit of ASTARTE departs.
SCENE I Manfred alone. - Scene, a Gothic Gallery. - Time, Midnight. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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