Walter.  Be patient:  Time will reinstate Thy health and fortunes.

Prince Henry.  ’T is too late!  I cannot strive against my fate!

Walter.  Come with me; for my steed is weary;
Our journey has been long and dreary,
And, dreaming of his stall, he dints
With his impatient hoofs the flints.

Prince Henry (aside).  I am ashamed, in my disgrace,
To look into that noble face! 
To-morrow, Walter, let it be.

Walter.  To-morrow, at the dawn of day,
I shall again be on my way
Come with me to the hostelry,
For I have many things to say. 
Our journey into Italy
Perchance together we may make;
Wilt thou not do it for my sake?

Prince Henry.  A sick man’s pace would but impede
Thine eager and impatient speed. 
Besides, my pathway leads me round
To Hirsehau, in the forest’s bound,
Where I assemble man and steed,
And all things for my journey’s need.

          (They go out.  LUCIFER, flying over the city.)

Sleep, sleep, O city! till the light
Wakes you to sin and crime again,
Whilst on your dreams, like dismal rain,
I scatter downward through the night
My maledictions dark and deep. 
I have more martyrs in your walls
Than God has; and they cannot sleep;
They are my bondsmen and my thralls;
Their wretched lives are full of pain,
Wild agonies of nerve and brain;
And every heart-beat, every breath,
Is a convulsion worse than death! 
Sleep, sleep, O city! though within
The circuit of your walls there lies
No habitation free from sin,
And all its nameless miseries;
The aching heart, the aching head,
Grief for the living and the dead,
And foul corruption of the time,
Disease, distress, and want, and woe,
And crimes, and passions that may grow
Until they ripen into, crime!

SQUARE IN FRONT OF THE CATHEDRAL.

* * * * *

Easter Sunday.  FRIAR CUTHBERT preaching to the crowd from a pulpit in the open air.  PRINCE HENRY and ELSIE crossing the square.

Prince Henry.  This is the day, when from the dead
Our Lord arose; and everywhere,
Out of their darkness and despair,
Triumphant over fears and foes,
The hearts of his disciples rose,
When to the women, standing near,
The Angel in shining vesture said,
“The Lord is risen; he is not here!”
And, mindful that the day is come,
On all the hearths in Christendom
The fires are quenched, to be again
Rekindled from the sun, that high
Is dancing in the cloudless sky. 
The churches are all decked with flowers. 
The salutations among men
Are but the Angel’s words divine,
“Christ is arisen!” and the bells
Catch the glad murmur, as it swells,
And chaunt together in their towers. 
All hearts are glad; and free from care
The faces of the people shine. 
See what a crowd is in the square,
Gaily and gallantly arrayed!