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Tannhauser. Far, very far ! Landgrave. You fought with Turks ? Tannhauser. I fought within myself. Landgrave. Why is such suffering written in dark lines, And painted in the greyness of your hair Tannhauser. I had an evil dream. Landgrave. You saw the Grail .'' Tannhauser. I saw — strange things. Wolfram. For very feebleness Your limbs shake under you. How hither, friend .'* Your horse and arms ? Your squire .■* 86
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…ughing) I was in Venusberg! All {except Heinrich, zvho lai(ghs). Save us, Maria ! [ They look about them fearfully and cross themselves. Landgrave. Even in jest, such words I— Most dangerous Even to think of! — but to speak ! Heinrich {aside). These fools ! \^He remains, thoughtfully regarding Tannhixuser. Landgrave. God avert omens ! Soft you, Tannhauser, You heard the heralds ? Tannhauser. Never a word of them ! Landgrave. You must remember my Elizabeth, My daughter — I designed to marry her To a most noble youth — 88
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Heinrich. Tannhauser! Yes! And we have thought you dead. Landgrave. Friends, will you swear to him .■* Heinrich. Yes, yes, 'tis he ! Wolfram. I know the blithe look in the sober eyes ! Landgrave. Changed verily. It was most urgent, cousin, I were assured of your identity. Three weeks the couriers scour the land for you. Urgent demands : —how came you here at last .'' Your horse ? Your arms ? Three years since Germany Saw the brave eyes and kindly face of you ! Where have you been ? Upon the sacred quest Still riding ? Tannhauser. Ay, my lord, u…
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SCENE II. The Court assembled in the Great Hall. Landgrave enthroned, Elizabeth by his side. Facing them are the competing minstrels. Around, courtiers and fair ladies. Landgrave. Welcome all minstrels ! Let us celebrate In the old fashion, dear to Germany, My child's betrothal to this noble youth. Great lord, true knight, and honest gentleman, So long who journeyed on the holy quest Forgotten of these younger days, and now Come back among us to receive reward For those long sufferings ; in days of peace. In fruitful love, and marriage happines…
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PERSONS CONCERNED THE WORLD OF GODS. Isis. Hathoor. THE WORLD OF MEN. Tannhauser. Elizabeth. An Unknown Minstrel. The Landgrave. Wolfram, \ Bertram, fA/ the Court of the Landgrave. Heinrich, ' A Shepherd Boy. Pilgrims, Foresters, Courtiers, etc. THE WORLD OF DEMONS. The Evil and Averse Hathoor, called Venus.
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…y tell no secrets in the scullery. And there is Heinrich, wastrel of the Court, Yet hides a heart beneath the foolish face. And lo ! The Landgrave ! Flushed, undignified ! The chase was long—if he could see himself! Wind, wind the mort ! What call will answer me When I step forward ? Am I dead, I wonder, Or merely on my hare-brain quest ? Three years Since I was seen in Germany ! \^He descends the hill and enters the company. Hail, friends ! Good cousin Landgrave, merry be the meet ! Landgrave. Hands off me, fellow ! Who are you .'' Tannhauser.…
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Tannhauser [with sudden passion). My squire is dead. I am no weakling that I need a knave Hanging upon me— 'tis an incubus. Landgrave. And then your horse ? Tannhauser. I know not ; possibly Kept as an hostage. I was prisoner once. Wolfram. Prisoner .■* By here ? Tannhauser. A-many castles, sir, Held by old ogres—and not all of them Stand in the mid-day, front the sober sun. Answer the slug-horn. Landgrave. You are pleased to riddle. Ever the poet ! 87
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Landgrave. You have dipped somewhat in philosophy Of a too cynical and wordy sort. Tannii.\user. To logic there is one reality, Words. But the commonsense of humankind By logic baffles logic, chains with Deed The lion Thought. It is a circle, friends ! All life and death and mystery ravel out Into one argument — the rounded one. The Unknown Minstrel. Count me your children their arithmetic ! Zero, the circle, grows to one, the line : Both limitless in their own way. Proceed. Two is by shape the Coptic aspirate, Life breathed, and death indrawn.…
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Landgrave. Blaspheme not ! Dare not to insult the sign Of our Redemption ! Gentlemen and peers, What say you ? shall he live to boast himself, The abandoned, perjured, the apostate soul. Daring to come to our pure court to brag Of his incredible vileness ? To link up The saintly purity of this my child With his seducer's heart of hell ! My voice ! Death ! Your cry echoes me ? Voices. Death ! Death ! Tannhauser. Leap out, Sword of my fathers ! you have heard my harp ! Its music stings your vile hypocrisy Into mere hatred. Truth is terrible ! You…
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Heinrich. You are the poet ! To your instinct then ! Here's to the insight given us by God ! Landgrave. Wolfram is right ; a truce to jest to-day. The dogs are loose. Ride forward, gentlemen ! [Amid the winding of horns and cries of the hunts- men the company moves off. Heinrich. They hate his very name I Dear Tannhauser ! \Exit. 91
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I SCENE I. A room in the palace of the Landgrave. Elizabeth. AM ashamed to look upon thy face ! Tannhauser. O Love ! Pure mystery of hfe ! Elizabeth. Not so. Learn how this came. My father would have made A match of lands and titles. I declined, Minded to keep my high virginity. He laughed, was cruel. So I said at last : " Tannhauser only ! " Was this modesty .'' Listen. You loved me when I was a child ; And, in my childish way, I looked to you, Loved sitting at your knee and toying with 95
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Tannhauser. What's then to seek ? The Unknown Minstrel. The fourth dimension, for the early step. Landgrave. It seems this talk is merely mystical. This is no College of the Holy Ghost For Rosencreutz his mystifying crew ! A Courtier. A Poet's tourney, and the theme is Love ! The Unknown Minstrel. There is a sequel to our poet's song, And he will sing it. Tannhauser. No ! I know it not ! The Unknown Minstrel. The winepress and the sun ! Tannhauser {again in Venusberg). My spouse and Queen, Bright Goddess of the amber limbs, the lips Redder than…
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Tannhauser. Von Aschenheim ? Landgrave. The same. I would have wed her, but ('tis strange ! ) The lady had a purpose of her own, And swore by all the Virgins in the Book She would wed nobody but—Tannhauser. So, like the foolish, doting sire I am, I gave her thirty days to find you. This Must dumb you with astonishment. Tannhauser. Well, no ! The details, unfamiliar ! But the theme I knew. And therefore leaps my bosom up : I rob your verderer of his nag, and ho ! Low the long gallop to Elizabeth ! Wolfram. Lucky and brave. How we all envy you ! …
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Herald. Silence ! Landgrave. Sir Minstrel, you are insolent ! We do not know you, yet have borne with you, Rudely uprising ere your turn was come :— And you abuse our patience to insult The noble minstrel whose impassioned song Touched every heart. Sing in your turn you may. Love is the theme, not imbecility ! Wolfram. That is the subject next his heart, no doubt ! \^Laughter. Herald. Lord Bertram ! Bertram. I shall sing in other key. \Sings. He is the equal of the gods, my queen. He crowned and chosen out of men, Who sits beside thee, sees Lov…
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Wolfram. Our sturdy lover will not be consoled For losing, as he phrases it, his friend. Landgrave. Well, we forgive him the more readily Because of the occasion. One alone Of all themes possible may grace this hour ; — Love ! Let the lots of precedence be drawn. Tannhauser, you will string us once again Your harp forgotten .■* j Tannhauser. That will I, my lord. Herald. On the Lord Wolfram falls it first to sing. Wolfram (sink's). Tender the smile, and faint the lover's sigh, When first love dawns in the blue maiden sky. Where happy peace is l…
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…see, I am impatient to be gone ! Your horse—that favour I shall not forget. Nor linger to repay. Good morrow then ! Good sport all day ! Landgrave. God speed thee, Tannhauser. [£xti Tannhauser. Am I still dreaming ? It was surely he But such an one, compact of suffering, Of joy, of love, of pity, of despair ; Half senseless, half too subtle for my sense. Wolfram. He has passed through some unimagined test, Or undergone some sorrow. Leave it so ! I saw high grief upon him, and new love ! 90
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Landgrave. Passion and music—but no Principle ! How different is Tannhauser! ( To the unknown minstrel^ You, sir, next ! Sing of pure love and noble womanhood. Our court loves not these wastrel troubadours, Loose locks, flushed faces, soul's unseemliness. The Unknown Minstrel (sings). Amid earth's motley, Gaia's cap and bells, This too material, too unreal life, Sing, sing the crown of tender miracles, The pure true wife ! Sing not of love, the unutterable one, The love divine that Mary has to men. Seek not the winepress and the rising sun Beyo…
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Landgrave. What are these words ? The Unknown Minstrel. Let silence now abide : Disturb not the impassioned utterance 1 Tannhauser. [Smo-s. Can you believe the deadly will's decree, The bitter earnestness of this desire, The deep intention, the solemnity, Profound as night and penetrant as fire, The awful grasping at the Infinite, Even as I grapple at the breasts of thee, The seeking and the striving to the light Deep in thine eyes, where Hell tlames steadily? I am not clinging thus Despairing to the body of thy sin For mere delight —Ah, deadly…
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…y ; In those deep caverns and slow-moving years. When dwelt I, in the Mount of Venus, even I ! [ The spell is broken, and uproar ensues. Landgrave. The fiend ! The atheist ! Devil that you are ! Voices. Kill him, ay, kill him ! Tannhauser. Crucify him, say ! [ Tannkiiuser extends his arms as on a cross. 122
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…angible. Broken are will, and witchery, and prayer. Remains the life of earth, which is but hell. Destiny's web, and my immense despair. Landgrave. Your words are terrible ! We knew them true Even while you sang. But see ! the light of day ! Beauty in all things and—for you—true love ! I 12