hey were close friends.

ANS. And since that day her hand upon the scepter
Trembles,--and Guido sees. She goes too much
Among the people, nursing them. She loves them;
Their griefs are hers, their hearts are hers, as well.
But Guido has a following in this court
That hangs upon his word, and he has taught them
Her gentleness is weakness, and her love
Faint-hearted womanish whims, till they are eager
To pull her down, and see a man in place of her.

LUI. Her throne is like a raft upon a sea,
That shifts, and rights itself, and may go down
At any moment.

ANS. The more especially
For all these drowning beggars that cling to it,
Chattering for help. She will not strike them off.

LUI. Unhappy Queen. And there's a storm approaching,
If ever I smelled wind.

ANS. I fear it Luigi.

[Exeunt Anselmo and Luigi. Enter Guido and Francesco.]

FRA. How do I know you love her still?--I know,
The way you fall a-tapping with your fingers,
Or plucking at your eye-brows, if her name
Is spoken, or she move across the court.
How do I know?--Oh, Guido, have I learned you
So little, then, in all these bitter years?
I know you very well.

GUI. You know too much
I'll have an end of this, I tell you!

FRA. Ay.
You've told me that before.--An end of what?
What is this thing you'll put this mighty end to?
'Fore God I would I know. Could I but name it,
I might have power to end it then, myself!

GUI. I'll have an end of these soft words at twilight,
And these bad mornings full of bile! I'll have an end
Of all this spying on me!

FRA. [Gently.] 'Tis not so.
I do not spy upon you. But I see you
Bigger than other men, and your least gesture--
A giant moving rocks.--Oh, Guido, tell me
You do not love her! Even though I know
You lie, I will believe you,--for I must!

GUI. [Pause.] Nay, I am done with you. I will tell you nothing.
Out of my way!--I have that on my mind
Would crush your silly skull like the shell of an egg!
Od's body, will you keep your ugly claws
From scratching at my sleeve?

[He thrusts her roughly aside and rushes out.]

FRA. [Creeping away, sobbing.] Oh, God--oh, God--
I would whatever it is, that were over.

[Exit.]

[Enter Fidelio, and crosses the stage, singing.]

FID. [Singing.]
"Rain comes down
And hushes the town.
_And where is the voice that I heard crying_?
Sno