The Caldron . e ;It comes and goes with no apparent mo-tiveBeyond a strangely whimsical desireTo give an ostentatious spectacleOf its peculiar power over through its influence to warm their heartsWith burning animation—then to leaveAnd crack them by its brisk this its purpose and conclusion beLet us not squander pusillanimouslyThe hours that it abides with us. But ratherLets make the most of this, our visitor,Enjoying the fruit afforded all the moreThat we may bite it to a bitter , let me now envelop you in night doth soft engird the earth in dark,Ob
The Caldron . e ;It comes and goes with no apparent mo-tiveBeyond a strangely whimsical desireTo give an ostentatious spectacleOf its peculiar power over through its influence to warm their heartsWith burning animation—then to leaveAnd crack them by its brisk this its purpose and conclusion beLet us not squander pusillanimouslyThe hours that it abides with us. But ratherLets make the most of this, our visitor,Enjoying the fruit afforded all the moreThat we may bite it to a bitter , let me now envelop you in night doth soft engird the earth in dark,Obscuring sullies by its purity,As the ubiquity of virtue seemsAssured, at such a time as this, is loveThe only mortal action which does notDebauch the time and derogate the doer. Scene 3—Carthage. Same : Acneass bedroom. My lord, you seem sore vexed andmeditateUpon aff^airs oppressive in havoc, surging in your mind, pro-duces Page Nineteen %==««#^r/? The 191S v^^^--«?i^ V CALDRON. Turl)iilence and froward indecision?Aeneas: My thoughts are vacillating and re-volveAbout two potent issues; love and fameAre firm antagonistic forces whichSway me to this impulse and then to looms afar—a goal of gloryYielding promise of victorious deeds,And tempting with the lure of sword and trumpet,Clarion calls, and battle cries of on the other hand a siren callsPersuasively to scenes of pure of surging love and ardor con-fuseMy seething brain with hypnotic leave me helpless in their spell. But lo,What is this apparition coming near ?A vision bursting forth in radianceGlorious, imperious, and all with an ecstatic gloryLike a star, celestial, clear, godly form seems to be envelo]5edWithin this effulgent : Lo, behold, Winged, golden sandals glitter brightly()n his feet. Tis Mercury whom of yore,Mara, his radiant mother, ho-eIn cold Cyllones air. Mcrcitry: Mail, goddess born. The
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