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- Don Pedro enters, and renews his protestations respecting the subsidies, and even imputes depredation to the English knights, but this Edward speedily puts an end to, and Chandos interferes with
“ Now, Sir King !
Pedro. Fair Sir, with all my heart !” - But Edward rouses himself for a few parting words :
“ A cup of water! [Drinks.] Chandos, by your leave,
I've somewhat yet to say. Part we, Sir King !
- Beyond them, sight and thought drop pinionless,
Chandos. Sir King! your audience is concluded.
Pedro (recovering himself). Kind cousin, pardon me!
[Erit." - And with this sneer on the lips of the victor villain, the heroic Edward, the sage Chandos, the faithful Captal, disappear from our view, and we see them no more,
Calverley, I should have mentioned, had been called away before the entrance of Don Pedro—it was to attend the Bishop of Burgos, who had to communicate the tidings of the death of Lady Ilda.
“ Bishop. She's now at journey's end, and the bright soul
A sweeter parting never graced the world,
Hugh. Was it a troubled parting ?
Bish. Even as the wane of moon, no more but som
Hugh. Ah, well-a-day! this is a weary world,
As sister should,
-The Lady Inez fain would see you, Sir;
- You are betrothed to her; 'tis therefore fit I speak with you, for she is ward of mine, And all her lands at present are my care.
[Exeunt.” -And with the fair future prospect thus held out, we bid them too farewell.*
And now there remains only the concluding scene, completing the catastrophe. My citations have been copious, but I present it without curtailment.
“ Palace of Burgos—Past midnight and before daun-Don PEDRO and MARIA.
“ Maria. The game is finished, and the kingdom won!
Pedro. No doubt it warms your heart to stand alone
* I may add that the memory of Sir Hugh de Calverley still flourishes in the traditions of Cheshire—that he is remembered as a knight of gigantic stature, who brought home as his bride the Queen of Arragon—that he died without children, that the estate of Calverley, from which he derived his name, passed by marriage, through his niece and heiress, to the Davenport family, and is at present in the possession of Edward Davenport, Esq., of Capesthorn, Cheshire and that Sir Hugh's monument still exists in Banbury church, close to Calverley.
Maria. Long have we laboured on the marble block
No doubt, no doubt! it does-
Maria. What! when the thing is done,
Pedro. Woman! I have no conscience- and what's done
[To an Attendant. Stay, bring me here a goblet. [Drinks.] Fill again.
[Drinks. Again--and get ye gone.
[Opens the casement—the distant march of the BLACK PRINCE is heard. Ha, ha! thou 'lt never beard me more ! no more Will thy advice be winded to my ear At every step I take. Ay, go thy ways, And let thy trumpets wail along the breeze, For they have reason. Prince! thou journeyest But to thy grave !-Ride on, proud knights, ride on ! But I have cozened you, and from you all Have filched the jewel that ye valued most; And nowWeary Heaven's ear with prayers, ransack the earth For remedies, abolish night and day With watch unceasing, still the Prince's life Is mine! I have it, grasp it, trample on it, And none can pluck it from me!
Enter the Doctor.
Nay, my liege!
Pedro. You've been an excellent sure tool, at least.
Maria. My lord, you're mad! you're melancholy mad!
Pedro. Gratitude, ha! Gratitude, ha, ha, ha!
Maria (to Doct.). Nay, baulk him not-drink! it will quiet him.
Drink and be damn'd ! [The Doctor drinks.
And you are worthy of t-and it of you !
Ay, as you will —
Enter an Attendant with a despatch.
Pedro. Death o me! must I never more be quit
[Trampling on it.
Att. I am no servant of the Prince, my liege !
I say, begone!
[Exit Attendant-PEDRO sits down, and is silent a moment. -Good Doctor, do not counterfeit an ague ! Had you been glared at by a basilisk, You could not more have trembled. Brace yourself, And keep those coward knees from knocking thus Against each other. I am much your friend.
Doct. My gracious Sovereign, I am heartily Rejoiced to hear you say so.
Pedro. And feel disposed to heap you with rewards.
Doct. You'll find me, Sire! most grateful for the scraps
Doct. I do not feel quite well-somewhat of pain ;
Pedro. You do not feel quite well-a little pain-
There be some men
Doct. Oh, for Heaven's sake, my liege, let me go hence !
Pedro. Nay, but the full reward,
My head ! my head !
Doct. Oh! worse and worse, my liege!
Maria. Pedro ! if you have poisoned him, 'twere well
[Snatches up the cup, looks into it, and lets it fall. Pedro. Fool ! did you think that I would let you live ?
Doct. Poisoned ! Oh God! I die
Maria. Nay, Sir! no more—I'm innocent of this.
Pedro, Innocent ! You talk of innocence! The word
Maria. Pedro, have done with this, I do implore of you !
Doct. The darkness comes ! Tell me while light is left-
[Falls. Pedro. Nay, we are here—you need not shout so loud.
Maria. This is too much, to dally with your victim ;
Pedro. Woman, 'twas you who taught me first to stride
Doct. A priest, a priest! Out, fiends! what-touch me not !
Maria. Now, God ha' grace!
Doct. (to Maria). Leave me not here alone.
Good friend, I'm by!
[Exit MARIA. Pedro.
Ho, there! Maria, stay!
Doct. Oh, keep them off! help, help! the evil ones
[Dies. Pedro (after a pause). My hell's begun!”
And thus the piece ends—the gloom thickening to the last-character after character dropping off and disappearing till the guilty triumvirate alone remain —the gigantic wickedness of Pedro looming darker and darker through the night of his crimes—while the distant trumpets of his departing victim “wail along the breeze,” and the tool of his treachery expires at his feet-even Maria shrinking appalled away, and Pedro remaining alone at last, a solitary Vathek, in his glory and his abasement—successful, but with the hell in his heart lighted for ever.
END OF VOLUME II.
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