Be hence delivered from me? By this wound 'Tis Pallas, Pallas, victimiseth thee, Gustavus Vasa differently: "Thro' my ranks, My circling troops, the fell Gustavus rush'd: 'Vengeance!' he cried; and with one eager hand Griped fast my diadem; his other arm High rear'd the deathful steel,-suspended yet : For in his eye, and thro' his varying face, Conflicting passions fought. He look'd,-he stood In wrath reluctant;-then, with gentler voice, 'Christina, thou hast conquered! Go,' he cried, 'I yield thee to her virtues."" Brooke, Gustavus Vasa, v. 4. What numbers might have said to Æneas: "Thy narrow soul Knows not the godlike glory of forgiving: Nor can thy cold, thy ruthless heart conceive How large the power, how fix'd the empire is, Which benefits confer on generous minds. And taketh vengeance on thy cursed blood.” This saying, he within his hostile breast The falchion hotly buries: but his limbs Are with death-chill relaxed, and with a groan The life disdainful flies beneath the shades. Goodness prevails upon the stubborn foes, And Æneas himself might have considered— Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against Shakespeare, Macbeth, i. 7. |