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to prove that there is any right or reason in the Universe, thou wilt not accomplish it by Doomsday! Small blame to her, however; she must cut her coat according to her cloth, as they would say below there. SPIRIT OF THE YEARS O would that I could move It to enchain thee, And shut thee up a thousand years!--[to cite A grim terrestrial tale of one thy like] Thou Iago of the Incorporeal World, "As they would say below there." SPIRIT OF THE PITIES Would thou couldst! But move That scoped above percipience, Sire, It cannot be! SHADE OF THE EARTH The spectacle proceeds. SPIRIT SINISTER And we may as well give all attention thereto, for the evils at work in other continents are not worth eyesight by comparison. [The ceremonial in the Cathedral continues. NAPOLEON goes to the front of the altar, ascends the steps, and, taking up the crown of Lombardy, places it on his head.] NAPOLEON 'Tis God has given it to me. So be it. Let any who shall touch it now beware! [Reverberations of applause.] [The Sacrament of the Mass. NAPOLEON reads the Coronation Oath in a loud voice.] HERALDS Give ear! Napoleon, Emperor of the French And King of Italy, is crowned and throned! CONGREGATION Long live the Emperor and King. Huzza! [Music. The Te Deum.] SPIRIT OF THE PITIES That vulgar stroke of vauntery he displayed In planting on his brow the Lombard crown, Means sheer erasure of the Luneville pacts, And lets confusion loose on Europe's peace For many an undawned year! From this rash hour Austria but waits her opportunity By secret swellings of her armaments To link her to his foes.--I'll speak to him. [He throws a whisper into NAPOLEON'S ear.] Lieutenant Bonaparte, Would it not seemlier be to shut thy heart To these unhealthy splendours?--helmet thee For her thou swar'st-to first, fair Liberty? NAPOLEON Who spoke to me? ARCHBISHOP Not I, Sire. Not a soul. NAPOLEON Dear Josephine, my queen, didst call my name? JOSEPHINE I spoke not, Sire. NAPOLEON Thou didst not, tender spouse; I know it. Such harsh utterance was not thine. It was aggressive Fancy, work
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