OFF FERROL [The French and Spanish combined squadrons. On board the French admiral’s flag-ship. VILLENEUVE is discovered in his cabin, writing a letter.]

SPIRIT OF THE PITIES He pens in fits, with pallid restlessness, Like one who sees Misfortune walk the wave, And can nor face nor flee it.

SPIRIT OF THE YEARS He indites To his long friend the minister Decrès Words that go heavily!...

VILLENEUVE [writing] “I am made the arbiter in vast designs Whereof I see black outcomes. Do I this Or do I that, success, that loves to jilt Her anxious wooer for some careless blade, Will not reward me. For, if I must pen it, Demoralized past prayer in the marine— Bad masts, bad sails, bad officers, bad men; We cling to naval technics long outworn, And time and opportunity do not avail me To take up new. I have long suspected such, But till I saw my helps, the Spanish ships, I hoped somewhat.—Brest is my nominal port; Yet if so, Calder will again attack— Now reinforced by Nelson or Cornwallis— And shatter my whole fleet.... Shall I admit That my true inclination and desire Is to make Cadiz straightway, and not Brest? Alas! thereby I fail the Emperor; But shame the navy less.— “Your friend, VILLENEUVE” [GENERAL LAURISTON enters.]

LAURISTON Admiral, my missive to the Emperor, Which I shall speed by special courier From Ferrol this near eve, runs thus and thus:— “Gravina’s ships, in Ferrol here at hand, Embayed but by a temporary wind, Are all we now await. Combined with these We sail herefrom to Brest; there promptly give Cornwallis battle, and release Ganteaume; Thence, all united, bearing Channelwards: A step that sets in motion the first wheel In the proud project of your Majesty Now to be engined to the very close, To wit: that a French fleet shall enter in And hold the Channel four-and-twenty hours.”— Such clear assurance to the Emperor That our intent is modelled on his will I hasten to dispatch to him forthwith.4

VILLENEUVE Yes, Lauriston. I sign to every word. [Lauriston goes out. VILLENEUVE remains at his table in reverie.]

SPIRIT OF THE YEARS We may impress him under visible shapes That seem to shed a silent circling doom; He’s such an one as can be so impressed, And this much is among our privileges, Well bounded as they be.—Let us draw near him. [The Spirits of Years and of the Pities take the form of sea-birds, which alight on the stern-balcony of VILLENEUVE’s ship, immediately outside his cabin window. VILLENEUVE after a while looks up and sees the birds watching him with large piercing eyes.]

VILLENEUVE My apprehensions even outstep their cause, As though some influence smote through yonder pane. [He gazes listlessly, and resumes his broodings.] —-Why dared I not disclose to him my thought, As nightly worded by the whistling shrouds, That Brest will never see our battled hulls Helming to north in pomp of cannonry To take the front in this red pilgrimage! —-If so it were, now, that I’d screen my skin From risks of bloody business in the brunt, My acts could scarcely wear a difference. Yet I would die to-morrow—not ungladly— So far removed is carcase-care from me. For no self do these apprehensions spring, But for the cause.—Yes, rotten is our marine, Which, while I know, the Emperor knows not, And the pale secret chills! Though some there be Would beard contingencies and buffet all, I’ll not command a course so conscienceless. Rather I’ll stand, and face Napoléon’s rage When he shall learn what mean the ambiguous lines That facts have forced from me.

SPIRIT OF THE PITIES [to the Spirit of Years] O Eldest-born of the Unconscious Cause— If such thou beest, as I can fancy thee— Why dost thou rack him thus? Consistency Might be preserved, and yet his doom remain. His olden courage is without reproach; Albeit his temper trends toward gaingiving!

SPIRIT OF THE YEARS I say, as I have said long heretofore, I know but narrow freedom. Feel’st thou not We are in Its hand, as he?—Here, as elsewhere, We do but as we may; no further dare. [The birds disappear, and the scene is lost behind sea-mist.]