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111ἅπανθ᾽ μακρὸς κἀναρίθμητος χρόνος φύει τ᾽ ἄδηλα καὶ φανέντα κρύπτεται: κοὐκ ἔστ᾽ ἄελπτον οὐδέν, ἀλλ᾽ ἁλίσκεται χὠ δεινὸς ὅρκος χαἰ περισκελει̂ς φρένες. Sophocles: Ajax 646In the Name of Time. A Tragedy2πολλά βροτοίς έστιν έδουσιν γνώναι. πρίν ιδείν δ ', ουδείς μάντις των μελλόντων, ό τι πράξει. *In the Name of Time [Winter's Tale IV Cho. ] *3ἅπανθ᾽ μακρὸς κἀναρίθμητος χρόνος φύει τ᾽ ἄδηλα καὶ φανέντα κρύπτεται: κοὐκ ἔστ᾽ ἄελπτον οὐδέν, ἀλλ᾽ ἁλίσκεται χὠ δεινὸς ὅρκος χαἰ περισκελει̂ς φρένες. Sophocles -- Ajax 646*



Act I*

3IOnward. 161.

Act I Scene 1Scene

He said wwWho laid His life down on the cross,,:
So will I be a King. I will possess in sooth
The great Rrreality. I war ++and  govern,
I can strike hard asaslikeas  Charles the Hammerer;
Men say I have my father's qualities,
And in the brief months of my sovereignty
The infidelin fidelin fidel  has recognised my blood:
Have made the throne phantasmal. I have felt
In Zacharias*,,,  the great Pope,,,  a forceforcepowerforce
That spreads,,,  like spring across the world. No more
Will I be petty marshalmarshallmarshall  to a crew
That hack + murder, while the royal faces
Of wandering mMmartyrs scintillate + thrill.
There is a glorious bBbetterness at work.
Amid the highways + the solitudes;
I would be with it -- in obscurity,
4IINo matter! -- with the rrsriveriver* as it shapes
Its cistern in the hills, or where the wind
First draws its silver volumes to a voice:
Behind, at the beginning, from within!
2How shall I face him3
A cry, a prayerprayerpang-- what shall respond to it,72.
Who help me? I have fiery thoughts of God;;,
I would attempt HhHHim; i; i. In the wilderness
May beMay beMaybe  He will unbosom.
Consul,  the AaArchbishop
Of Mentz would see you..
My spirit leaps within me to be born,
Beholding you.
4W. /5
My son, the Holy Father
Receives you joyously.
Living, unscathed, to give Him everything
One has, to pour one's soul into His lap,
To let Him play upon one as the wind,
To feel His alternations...!
Your childlike transport shall be surely blest;blest;blessed:
Yet in the convent there are bitter hours
The holy  brethren chauntchauntchant  in unison
About the cloisterFor hours within the chapel; there is buzz
About the cloister like a hive of bees,..
There have been hermits! Might I live alone,
I could breathe unrepiningly the while
It pleased God to keep silence. I would tame
Some wistful, kingly beast to roam with me,
And we would wait HHhHis pleasure. Boniface,
6x Ere you renounced it. C. Scanned the heir of Clovis Drawn like a senseless idol in his car. You judge unworthily. God bade me come Up highe, to Him on a battlefield Where I was victor. it was in the night; I moved about among my sleeping men I heard them shout for triumph in their dreams, It was enough. Yes, all is vanity The pride of life, of youth, even life itself There is no vanity in life, life utters (with sudden passion) W. 7
And travelled,-- for His sake a wayfarer,--
Thou speakest truth, my son;, --;  there are some souls
Loved of the Lord as Paul in Araby
With whom one must not meddle.,.  In good time
You will exalt the Church::;  meanwhile your brother
Who has a tighter grip of circumstance
Than you
He is short-sighted, politic,
External in his bent. I lead the charge
In battle, I forsee the combinations
Of foreign forces::;  he is good at siegesiege,sierge,
And all the hectoring process of delay;..
He is not like my father. That great fight
At Tours----!  I feel the onslaught in my blood;
It never can run sluggish
Had you seen
The heir of Clovis  King Chilperic's* wreatheéed waggon in the streets!
You should have looked a last time on the world,
Ere you renounced it. All is vanity
There is no vanity in life,;;  life utters
Unsparing truth to us,;, --  there is no marklineline
Or recordof her  in our bodiesyy  of hernewher  printing
What makes thethisthe  show out in the streets so vile
Is that it blazons forth the lie that youthhonouryouth,youth,
A show of death whencer ncere  life should radiate
Is vanity. A;Aa. A. And if I now fling off
The honourable titles of my state,,
Consul,,  + Patriarch, it is not because
I have not nobly borne them: by my sword
The ccChurch hasthss  been defended, + the corn
That bows in shocks about your monasteries,
Bows down above the battlefieldsbattlefieldsbattle fields  I won.
Let;LetSet  your purpose forth.
At once, + let him freely misconceive.:
Woden, what a sceneceneight!
Will rid us of the calf. We pull together
In right food sortpartpart, fraternal, taking pride
Each in the other's excellence;;:  ere long
The Pope will pour his oil upon our heads
To nourish our short curls.
He has the power
11VIIIOf making kings??
Wait till he seek us. Frankland is his hope
Against the Lombards. wait. and by + my e[?]
That something that we lack to give our strength
Supremacy --
Liutbrand,  the Lombard winced
Before him, + resigned the exarchite
And he who can unimpoverish maymaycanmay  endow.