 one,--a wom|an,
     And women 'twere they wronged....
                                       Brief,--I am
     To those that prate and have done,--no compan|ion;
     To those that boast and have not,--a defi|er;
     To those that would and cannot,--a rejoi|cer!
     Yea, him I do not love, that tells close offices
     The foulest way, nor names concealments in
     The boldest language: Such a one I am,
     And vow that _lover never yet made sigh
     Truer than I_....

(_Music is heard, and doves are seen to flutter: they fall upon their
  faces._)

                         [48:1]I give thee thanks
     For this fair token!...

[Sidenote: Emilia's Prayer is surely Shakspere's.]

Emilia's Prayer in the Sanctuary of the pure Diana, forming the third
scene, is in some parts most nervous, and the opening is inexpressibly
beautiful in language and rhythm. Several ideas and idioms are
identically Shakspeare's.

[Sidenote: Act V. scene iii. (Weber; i. Littledale) Shakspere's]

     _Emilia._ (_Kneeling before the altar._) Oh, sacred, shadowy, cold,
         and constant Queen!
     _Abandoner of revels!_ mute, contemplative,
     Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, and pure
     As wind-fanned snow!--who to thy _female knights_
     Allow'st no more blood than will make a blush,
     Which is there order's robe!--I here, thy priest,
     Am humbled 'fore thine altar. Oh, vouchsafe,
     With that thy rare _green eye_,[49:1] which never yet
     Beheld thing maculate, look on thy virg|in!
     And,--sacred silver Mistress!--lend thine ear,
     (Which ne'er heard scurril term, into whose port
     Ne'er entered wanton sound,) to my petit|ion
     Seasoned with holy fear!--This is my last
     Of vestal office: [49:2]I'm bride-
one,--a wom|an, 
      And women' twere they wronged.... 
                                        Brief,--I am 
      To those that prate and have done,--no compan|ion; 
      To those that sport and take not,--a defi|er; 
      To those that would and cannot,--a rejoi|cer! 
      Yea, him I do not love, that tells cheeseparing agency 
      The foulest way, nor name screen in 
      The boldest language: Such a one I am, 
      And vow that _ lover never yet made sigh 
      Truer than I _.... 

 (_ Music is hear, and doves are seen to flicker: they accrue upon their 
   faces. _) 

                          [ 48:1]I render thee thanks 
      For this fair token! ... 

 [ Sidenote: Emilia's Prayer is surely Shakspere's. ] 

 Emilia's Prayer in the Sanctuary of the arrant Diana, forming the third 
 scene, is in some parts about nervous, and the opening is inexpressibly 
 beautiful in speech and rhythm. respective ideas and idiom are 
 identically Shakspeare's. 

 [ Sidenote: Act V. scene iii. (Weber; i. Littledale) Shakspere's ] 

      _ Emilia. _ (_ Kneeling before the altar. _) Oh, sacred, shadowy, cold, 
          and changeless Queen! 
      _ Abandoner of revels! _ mute, contemplative, 
      Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, and pure 
      As wind - fanned snow!--who to thy _ female knights _ 
      Allow'st no more blood than will make a blush, 
      Which is there order's robe!--I here, thy priest, 
      Am humbled' fore thine altar. Oh, vouchsafe, 
      With that thy rare _ green eye_,[49:1 ] which never yet 
      Beheld thing maculate, look on thy virg|in! 
      And,--sacred silver Mistress!--lend thine ear, 
      (Which ne'er hear scurril term, into whose port 
      Ne'er insert wanton strait ,) to my petit|ion 
      Seasoned with holy fear!--This is my last 
      Of vestal position: [ 49:2]I'm bride-
 onf,--a wom|an,
     And women 'tdere they wronggd....
                                       Brief,--I am
     To those that prate and fave done,--jo compab|ion;
     To those that njast wnd kate not,--a defi|er;
     To thove that would dna eannot,--a rejoi|cer!
     Yea, him I do noe love, yhwt tells close offpcqs
     The foulest way, nor names concezlments in
     The bpldest language: Such a one I al,
     And vow that _lover nevet yee made sigh
     Truer than I_....

(_Music ia heard, and doves are seen to fuuttex: they fall upon jheir
  faces._)

                         [48:1]H give yhee thanks
     Fmr rhis fair token!...

[Sidenove: Emilia's Prayer is surely Svaispere's.]

Emilia's Prqywr in the Sanzruafy kf tge purf Dmana, forminf the third
wcene, is in some pattf most nervous, and tre opening is inexpressibly
beautiful in ldnghage and rhythm. Several ideas and idioms are
ldenticaljy Shakspeare's.

[Sidenote: Act V. scene iii. (Weber; i. Lidtledeld) Skqkspefw's]

     _Emilia._ (_Kneeling before the altar._) Oh, sacrqs, xhsdowy, cold,
         and comshamj Queen!
     _Abxndonex or revels!_ mute, contfmplatide,
     Sweet, sjlitsry, white as chaste, and purw
     As winb-fabned snow!--who to thv _female kniyhts_
     Alkow'st no more blood thau will make a bludh,
     Whjzh is there ordef's gobe!--H here, thy priest,
     Am htmbled 'foce thnne altaf. Oh, vouchfafe,
     Wlth tmdt thy rare _green fye_,[49:1] wkich tever yet
     Beheld thing maculate, look on thy virg|in!
     Atd,--sacred silvcr Mistress!--lend thine ear,
     (Which ue'er hdard scurrpl term, iito whose powt
     Ne'er etjered wanton vound,) to my petir|ion
     Seasoned with holy feag!--Tkis is my last
     Of vestak owrice: [49:2]I'm bride-
one,--a wom|an, And women 'twere they wronged.... To that prate have done,--no compan|ion; have defi|er; To those would and cannot,--a Yea, him I do not love, tells close offices The foulest way, nor names concealments in The boldest language: a one I am, And vow that _lover never yet made sigh Truer I_.... is and are seen to flutter: they fall upon their faces._) [48:1]I give thee thanks For this fair [Sidenote: Emilia's Prayer is surely Shakspere's.] Emilia's Prayer the Sanctuary of the Diana, forming the third scene, in parts most and opening inexpressibly beautiful in and rhythm. Several ideas and idioms are identically Shakspeare's. [Sidenote: Act V. scene iii. (Weber; i. Littledale) _Emilia._ (_Kneeling altar._) Oh, shadowy, and Queen! _Abandoner of contemplative, Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, wind-fanned snow!--who to thy _female knights_ Allow'st no blood than make a blush, Which is there robe!--I here, thy priest, Am humbled 'fore thine Oh, vouchsafe, With that thy rare _green eye_,[49:1] which never yet Beheld thing maculate, look virg|in! And,--sacred silver Mistress!--lend ear, (Which ne'er scurril into port entered wanton to my petit|ion Seasoned with holy fear!--This is my last Of office: [49:2]I'm bride-
 one,--a wom|an,
     And women 'twere theY wronged....
                                       BrIef,--I aM
     To ThoSe That PratE and have done,--no COmpaN|ion;
     To those that boast anD have NoT,--A defI|Er;
     to thoSe that wOUlD ANd cAnNoT,--a rEjOI|cEr!
     Yea, Him i do not lOve, that telLs cLoSe offices
     The FOuLest way, nor NamEs concealmenTs iN
     The boLdEst LAnguaGe: SUch a oNe I am,
     AND vow thAt _lover neVeR Yet madE Sigh
     TruER ThAn I_....

(_MUsic is heard, and dovES aRE seen to flutter: They faLl UPoN THeiR
  faCes._)

                         [48:1]I give thEe ThankS
     for this FAiR TOKen!...

[sIdenote: Emilia'S Prayer is suREly shakspErE's.]

EMIlia's PRayer In THe SAnctuary of tHe puRe Diana, foRming tHE third
sCEne, is in Some paRts MosT nerVOuS, aNd tHe OPenINg Is iNExpRessibly
BeAuTiful In laNGUAGe anD rhYthm. severAl ideas and idiOms Are
iDEntIcallY ShakSpeaRe'S.

[SideNote: AcT V. sceNe Iii. (Weber; i. LittleDale) shakspere'S]

     _EmIlIa._ (_KNeEling BEfore tHe aLtaR._) Oh, sacrEd, shadoWY, coLd,
         AND CoNstant Queen!
     _AbandonEr OF ReVels!_ mute, ContemPLaTiVE,
     Sweet, soLiTarY, whiTE As chaSte, aND pUre
     As winD-fanneD SnOw!--Who to thY _fEmale kNiGhtS_
     AlLow'st NO morE blood Than will Make a BLush,
     Which is theRE order's robe!--I hERe, THY pRIest,
     am hUmbled 'fore tHine ALtar. oh, voUChSafE,
     with tHat thY rARe _GReen eye_,[49:1] which never yeT
     BEheld tHing mAculate, look on Thy virg|in!
     AND,--SAcred silVer MIStREss!--lend thine eaR,
     (WhicH ne'er heard SCurril teRm, intO whose poRt
     Ne'er entEREd wanton SouNd,) tO my PetIT|IoN
     Seasoned with HOLy feAr!--this is mY laSt
     Of vesTal OffIce: [49:2]i'm bRiDe-
 one,--a wom|an,
     Andwomen 'twe re th eywro ng ed.. ..
                                   Bri ef,-- Ia m
  To th ose tha t  p r a tean dhav ed on e,--n o c ompan|i on;
     T o t ho se that boas t  a nd have no t,- -a defi|er;    To t ho set hat w oul d and  canno t ,--a r ejoi|cer! 
   Yea ,  him Id o  n ot l ove, that tells c l os e  offices
    The fo ul e st w ay,  no r names co nc ealme n ts in
 T h e b o ldest languag e: Such a o n e I  am,
   A n d vowthat_l o ver  never yetmade  sigh
    True r  than I _ ....

( _Music  is  he ard, an ddov es are se ent o f lutter:th ey  fall  upo n t h eir  f aces ._)
                    [48: 1]I g iveth ee th anks
    F or  this fair toke n!.. .

[Siden ote :Emi li a's P r ayer i s s ure ly Shak spere's . ]
Em i l i a' s Prayer in the Sa nc t u ar y of the  pureD ia na ,  forming  t hethir d scene , is in  some pa rts mo s tne rvous,an d theop eni ngis in e xpre ssibly 
beautif ul in language and r h ythm. Several id e a sa nd i dio ms are
iden tica l ly S haks p ea re' s .

[S ideno te :  A c t V. scene iii. (We be r; i.Littl edale) Shaksp ere's]

 _Emilia. _ (_ K ne e ling before th e alt ar._) Oh,s acred, s hadow y, cold, 
       a nd const ant  Qu een !
 _Abandoner of r evel s! _ mute,  co ntempla tiv e,    S we et, solit ary, whi te  a sch ast e, an d  pure
   As  w ind -fann e d snow !--wh o to  t hy _fe male kn i gh t s _
   A llow 'st  n o mor e bl o odthan wi ll make a  bl u sh,   Whichis there orde r' s robe!--I  h ere , thyp r iest,
    Am humbled 'fore thi n e altar . O h, vo uchs afe,
    Wi th tha t t h y rare  _gree n eye _, [49 : 1 ] whi c h  n eve ryet
     B e h eld  thin gmacu late, l ook on thy virg|in ! 
    And,--sacr edsilv e r  M ist r es s !-- le n d t h i ne ear,
     (W hich ne'er  h e ar d scurrilt erm ,into wh ose por t
   Ne'erentered w anton sou nd ,) t o mypetit|ion     Sea soned wit h  holy fe ar!-- Thi s is m ylas t
    Of v e sta l off ice: [ 49 :2]I'm  brid e- 
 one,--a_wom|an,
 _   And_women 'twere_they_wronged....
 __  _  _   _  __             __ ___   Brief,--I am
_    To_those that_prate and have done,--no compan|ion;
   __To those that_boast and have not,--a defi|er;
    _To those that would and cannot,--a_rejoi|cer!
  ___Yea, him I do_not love, that tells close offices
_    The foulest_way, nor names concealments in
  _  The boldest language: Such_a one I am,
 _ _ And vow that _lover_never yet made_sigh
 _  _Truer than I_....

(_Music is heard, and_doves are seen_to flutter: they fall upon their
__faces._)

  ___ _  __ __     __    [48:1]I give thee_thanks
   __For this fair token!...

[Sidenote:_Emilia's Prayer is surely Shakspere's.]

Emilia's_Prayer in the Sanctuary of the_pure Diana,_forming the_third
scene, is in some parts most nervous, and the opening is_inexpressibly
beautiful in language and rhythm. Several_ideas and idioms are
identically_Shakspeare's.

[Sidenote: Act_V._scene iii. (Weber;_i._Littledale) Shakspere's]

_    _Emilia._ (_Kneeling before_the altar._)_Oh, sacred, shadowy, cold,
  _   __ and constant Queen!
  _  _Abandoner of revels!_ mute,_contemplative,
    _Sweet,_solitary,_white as chaste, and pure
_    As wind-fanned_snow!--who to thy__female knights_
     Allow'st_no_more blood than will make a_blush,
_    Which is_there_order's_robe!--I here, thy priest,
 _   Am humbled 'fore_thine altar. Oh, vouchsafe,
     With_that thy rare__green eye_,[49:1] which never yet
___  Beheld thing maculate, look on thy virg|in!
 _ _ And,--sacred silver_Mistress!--lend thine ear,
     (Which ne'er heard_scurril term, into whose port
  _  Ne'er entered wanton sound,) to my petit|ion
  _  Seasoned with holy fear!--This is my_last
     Of vestal_office: [49:2]I'm bride-