Scene 18- The Wayside House. Hugo waking in his chamber.
Hugo is now torn between his wife, Thora, and his new love, Agatha.
Orion unseen at first. Morning.



HUGO

Vanish, fair and fatal vision!
Fleeting shade of fever'd sleep,
Chiding one whose indicision
Waking substance fail'd to keep;
Picture into life half starting,
As in life once seen before,
Parting somewhat sadly, parting
Slowly at the chamber door.

Were my waking senses duller?
Have I seen with mental eye
Light and shade, and warmth and colour,
Plainer than reality?
Sunlight that on tangled tresses
Every ripple gilds and tips;
Balm and bloom, and breath of kisses,
Warm on dewy, scarlet lips.

Dark eyes veiling half their splendour
'Neath their lashes' darker fringe,
Dusky, dreamy, deep and tender,
Passing smile and passing tinge;
Dimpling fast and flushing faster,
Ivory chin and coral cheek,
Pearly strings, by alabaster
Neck and arms made faint and weak;

Drooping, downcast lids enduring
Gaze of men unwillingly;
Sudden sidelong gleams alluring,
Partly arch and partly shy.
Do I bless or curse that beauty?
Am I longing, am I loth?
Is it passion, is it duty
That I strive with, one or both?

Round about one fiery centre
Wayward thoughts like moths revolve.
(He sees Orion)
Ha! Orion, thou didst enter
Unperceived. I pray thee solve
These two questions: Firstly, tell me
Must I strive for wrong or right?
Secondly, what things befell me--
Facts, or phantasies--last night?

ORION
First, your strife is all a sham, you
Know as well as I which wins;
Second, waking sins will damn you,
Never mind your sleeping sins;
Both your questions thus I answer;
Listen, ere you seek or shun:
I at least am no romancer,
What you long for may be won.
Turn again and travel Rhineward,
Tread once more the flowery path.

HUGO 
Aye, the flowery path that, sinward
Pointing, ends in sin and wrath.
ORION
Songs by love-birds lightly caroll'd
Even the just man may allure.
HUGO
To his shame; in this wise Harold
Sinn'd, his punishment was sure.
ORION
Nay, the Dane was worse than you are,
Base and pitiless to boot;
Doubtless all are bad, yet few are
Cruel, false, and dissolute.
HUGO
Some sins foreign to our nature
Seem; we take no credit when
We escape them.
ORION
                    Yet the creature,
Sin-created, lives to sin.
HUGO
Be it so; come good. come evil,
Ride we to the Rhine again!
ORION (aside)
'Gainst the logic of the devil
Human logic strives in vain.
                    Adam Lindsay Gordon