for thine oath again to thee. Good night.

[Exit.

ALMACHILDES.

ALMACHILDES.

I cannot think I live. Our Sigurd loved not Brynhild as I love her, and even this hour Shall make us great as they. No spell to break, No fire to pass, divides us. Blind and dumb, Love knows, would I be ever while I live For love’s sake rather than forego the joy That makes one godlike power of spirit and sense, One godhead born of manhood. God requite The queen who loves my love and cares for me Thus! How may man or God requite her? Ah!

[Bell rings softly from without.

There sounds the note that opens heaven on me, And how should man dare heaven? But love may dare.

[Exit.

p. 44ACT III.

p. 44

An eastward room in the Palace.

Enter Albovine.

Albovine

ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

This sun—no sun like ours—burns out my soul. I would, when June takes hold on us like fire, The wind could waft and whirl us northward: here The splendour and the sweetness of the world Eat out all joy of life or manhood. Earth Is here too hard on heaven—the Italian air Too bright to breathe, as fire, its next of kin, Too keen to handle. God, whoe’er God be, Keep us from withering as the lords of Rome— Slackening and sickening toward the imperious end That wiped them out of empire! Yea, he shall.

Enter Hildegard.

Hildegard

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