I'll close mine eyes, And in a melancholy thought I'll frame how strong Things which are not! methinks she stands afore me. WEBSTER.. The White Devil, Act III. Evad. Stay, sir, stay: You are too hot, and I have brought you physic To temper your high veins. King. Thou dost not mean this; 'tis impossible: LUDOVICO SFORZA. This scene is founded partly on a fact in Italian history. Ludovico Sforza was the uncle of the young Duke of Milan, and was present at his marriage with Isabella, grand-daughter of the king of Naples. Sforza was much struck with the beauty of Isabella; and it was supposed that he caused his nephew, Galeazzo, to be poisoned. The last scene, which occurs after the lapse of a year, is imaginary. SCENE I. A Street. DUKE OF MILAN, LUDOVICO Sforza. Duke. And this proud lady-was she chaste as fair? Sforza. Pure as the flame that burnt on Dian's altar, And lovely as the morning.-Oh! she stood Like one of those bright shapes of fabling Greece, Woo'd mortals to their arms. A form more beautiful, A poet's dream, nor in Arabian story Gave promise of that vaunted paradise Or guide, were lovelier. Her voice was sweet Like numbers floating from the breathed flute, Duke. What! have you done, my lord? Art not content? Well, I could say for ever. Chas'd by the wanton Oreades: Her brow Pale as Athenian marble, but around it Grew fillets like the raven's wing; her mouth Her eyes, and one might look on them at times, When on the Cydnus' banks in pride she stuck Duke. And she Is dead? [ISABELLA appears at a window. Sforza. Dead, dead. No-what is this? Fair vision! Duke. Uncle, look upon her,-there. Sforza, What, can the grave give up its habitant? Or have the sheeted dead a power at will Resume its lustre, and when death has drawn Sforza. I've heard, and some believe't, that when And give life, feeling, to some ruder shape; Duke. 'Tis Isabella. Sforza. No more. [ISABELLA leaves the window. Duke. I thought you'd seen her picture, sir. Sforza. I have, I have; no, no, I wander,-never. This is the very mockery of the dead. And this is your bride, Galeazzo? Duke. Yes. Sforza. She's very fair. You knew her face before, |