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Rh And bring Peisianax to him from the city;

His counsel could once soothe him. But, Apollo!

How his brow lightened as the music rose!

Callicles must wait here, and play to him;

I saw him through the chestnuts far below,

Just since, down at the stream.—Ho! Callicles!

ACT II.

Evening. The Summit of Etna.

EMPEDOCLES.

Alone!

On this charred, blackened, melancholy waste,

Crowned by the awful peak, Etna's great mouth,

Round which the sullen vapor rolls,—alone!

Pausanias is far hence, and that is well,

For I must henceforth speak no more with man.

He has his lesson too, and that debt's paid;

And the good, learned, friendly, quiet man,

May bravelier front his life, and in himself

Find henceforth energy and heart. But I,—

The weary man, the banished citizen,

Whose banishment is not his greatest ill,

Whose weariness no energy can reach,

And for whose hurt courage is not the cure,—

What should I do with life and living more?

No, thou art come too late, Empedocles!

And the world hath the day, and must break thee,

Not thou the world. With men thou canst not live:

Their thoughts, their ways, their wishes, are not thine.

And being lonely thou art miserable;