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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license + + +Title: The Mortal Gods and Other Plays + +Author: Olive Tilford Dargan + +Release Date: May 16, 2012 [EBook #39708] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MORTAL GODS AND OTHER PLAYS *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + +<p class="center1"><big>BOOKS BY OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN</big><br /> + +<span class="smcap">Published By</span> CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS + +<br /><br /></p> + + +<div class='pblockquot'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>THE MORTAL GODS and Other Plays.</td><td align='right'>12mo, <em>net.</em> $1.50</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LORDS AND LOVERS and Other Dramas.</td><td align='right'>12mo, <em>net.</em> 1.50</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>SEMIRAMIS and Other Plays.</td><td align='right'>12mo, <em>net.</em> 1.00</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> + +<p> </p> + +<h2><small>THE MORTAL GODS<br /> +AND OTHER PLAYS</small></h2> + +<p> </p> + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> + +<h2>THE MORTAL GODS<br /><br /> +<small>AND</small><br /><br /> +OTHER PLAYS</h2> + +<h3>BY<br /><br /> +OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN</h3> + + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center1"><b>NEW YORK<br /> +CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SON'S<br /> +1912</b></p> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> + + +<p class="center1"><em>Copyright, 1912, by Charles Scribner's Sons</em><br /> +<em>All rights reserved</em><br /> + +<br /> +<em>Published November, 1912</em><br /> +<br /></p> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_MORTAL_GODS">THE MORTAL GODS</a></td><td align='right'>1</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_SON_OF_HERMES">A SON OF HERMES</a></td><td align='right'>107</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#KIDMIR">KIDMIR</a></td><td align='right'>221</td></tr> +</table> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_MORTAL_GODS" id="THE_MORTAL_GODS"></a>THE MORTAL GODS +<br /><br /> +<small>A PLAY IN FOUR ACTS</small></h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3><em>CHARACTERS OF THE PLAY</em></h3> + + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='3'>HUDIBRAND, <em>King of Assaria</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='3'>HERNDA, <em>his daughter</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='3'>CHARTRIEN, <em>a Prince of Assaria</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='3'>BORDUC, <em>Prime Minister</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='3'>COUNT DORKINSKI, <em>Court Chamberlain</em></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='3'>CORDIAZ, <em>King of Goldusan</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='3'>MEGARIO, <em>Governor of Peonia, a province of Goldusan</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='3'>REJAN L<small>E</small>VAL, <em>a revolutionist</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='3'>SEÑORA ZIRALAY, <em>his sister</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>ZIRALAY</td><td class="bt br"></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>RUBIREZ</td><td class="br"></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>GOLIFET</td><td class="br"></td><td><em>nobles of Goldusan</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>MAZARAN</td><td class="br"></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>GUILDAMOUR</td><td class="br bb"></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>MASIO</td><td class="bt br"></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>GARZA</td><td class="br"></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>GONZALO</td><td class="br"></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>YSOBEL</td><td class="br"></td><td><em>of Megario's hacienda</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>GRIJA</td><td class="br"></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>COQURIEZ</td><td class="br"></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>IPARRO</td><td class="br bb"></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='3'><em>Guests, officers, musicians, peons, &c.</em></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='3'><span class="smcap">Time:</span> <em>Begins February, 1911</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='3'><span class="smcap">Place:</span> <em>Assaria; Goldusan</em></td></tr> +</table> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT I</h3> + + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <em>A vast room in the palace of Hudibrand. As the curtain rises the +place is in darkness save for a circlet of gold apparently suspended in +mid-air near the centre of the room. As the light increases, the outline +of a man's figure becomes distinguishable, and the circlet is seen to be +resting on his head. Gradually the rim of gold fades to invisibility, +while the figure of the man and the contents of the room become clear to +the eye. The man might be mistaken for an American citizen in customary +evening dress. He is Hudibrand.</em></p> + +<p class="negidt"><em>At the left are two entrances, upper and lower. Rear, left, large +windows. The wall rear makes a right angle about centre, the apex of +which is cut off by a window. Right of centre the room seems to extend +endlessly rearward, and is arranged to suggest an upland grove in the +delicate, venturing days of spring. The ground, rising a little toward +right, is covered with winter moss and tufts of short silvered grass. +The trees are young birch, slight maples in coral leaf, cornel in +flower, and an occasional dark foil of cedar. A brooklet ripples down +the slope and off rear. Birds chirp and flit, and now and then a breeze +stirs the grove as if it were one tender body. The lights are arranged +to give the effect of night or day as one wishes.</em></p> + +<p class="negidt"><em>It is winter without, the climate of Assaria's capital city being +similar to that of New York.</em></p> + +<p class="negidt"><em>Double doors lower right, through which Count Dorkinski enters to +Hudibrand.</em></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p><em>Dor.</em> Your majesty, Sir Borduc has arrived.</p> + +<p><em>Hudi.</em> Hot-shod. We'll let him cool.</p> + +<p><em>Dor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Where shall he wait,</span><br /> +My lord?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> His usual corner. Keep him off<br /> +My Delhi rug.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<em>Exit Dorkinski</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Poor Bordy's fuming ripe.</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter the Count</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Dor.</em> His Excellency calls, your majesty.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Which Excellency? They are thick as hops.</p> + +<p><em>Dor.</em> The Governor of Peonia.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">In time and tune.</span><br /> +We'll see him here.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<em>Exit Dorkinski</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">A pawn of mine who'd push</span><br /> +Beyond his square, and I must humor him<br /> +'Neath meditative thumb.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Megario</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Welcome, Megario.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I've travelled far</span><br /> +To press your hand.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">We made appointment here,</span><br /> +Knowing your visit to Assaria touched<br /> +Nothing of state or office.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>Accepting his cue</em>] Nothing, sir. [<em>Looks about him</em>]<br /> +I thought I left the springtide in my rear,<br /> +Three thousand miles or so, but here it greets me.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> A gimcrack of my daughter's. She would freak<br /> +With sun and time. My toyshop has no walls.<br /> +I juggle too with seasons, climates, zones,<br /> +But in the open where there's warrior room,<br /> +And startled Fate may spring against my will,<br /> +Giving an edge to mastery when I wrest<br /> +The whip from Nature, turn it on herself,<br /> +And set her elemental slaves to filch<br /> +Her gold for me. That, friend, is play.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">For gods</span><br /> +And not as thief, but as divinity,<br /> +You take from crouching Nature.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Men have said</span><br /> +I pile up gold because its glitter soothes<br /> +A fever in my eyes. The clacking fools!<br /> +I am no Cheops making warts on earth.<br /> +No mummy brain! God built my pyramids,<br /> +Slaving through dark and chaos till there rose<br /> +My iron-hearted hills, and mountains locked<br /> +On ago-unyielded treasure waiting me.<br /> +There slept my gems till longing became fire<br /> +And broke the grip of stone,—there lay my gold,<br /> +Re-purged each thousand years till baited Time<br /> +Gave up the master's hour.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Hernda has come from the grove and moves up to his side</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>Adoringly</em>] And you the master!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Daughter, you owe my lord Megario<br /> +Some pretty thanks.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I give them, sir.</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">No, no!</span><br /> +I pray your Highness, no! My thanks to earth<br /> +That bears the flower of you, and to the light<br /> +That makes my eyes your beauty's treasurer.<br /> +But thanks from you to me, as jewels hung<br /> +Upon a beggar's neck, would set my rags<br /> +Unkindly in the sun.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then I am not</span><br /> +Your debtor?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Mine the debt, that mounts too fast</span><br /> +For feeble payment from thin purse of words.<br /> +Ah, every moment adds a suitor hope<br /> +To th' bankrupts in my heart.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I fear, my lord,</span><br /> +Your coiner's name is Fancy, and I like<br /> +Truth's mintage best. [<em>To her father</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">What is this debt of mine,</span><br /> +So languished that a word of thanks may be<br /> +Its slender cover?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">A word, if beauty speak it,</span><br /> +May mantle a bare world.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">His Excellency</span><br /> +Is Governor of Peonia——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">In Goldusan!</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> And smoothed my road there——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Nay, your majesty,</span><br /> +My aid was but a garnish on the might<br /> +That moves with your own name.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Between us then,</span><br /> +We saved my holdings through a bluster there.<br /> +And what they brought me I've tossed here to make<br /> +This smile on winter.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">What? You gave her all?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> How, sir? One word of mine would robe a world.<br /> +And my whole self not worth a little spot<br /> +Twitched from Spring's garment?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Oh, I'd grind the stars</span><br /> +To imperial dust that you might trample them,—<br /> +But this—this was a <em>fortune</em>!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<em>To Hudibrand</em>] Sir, 'tis true</span><br /> +You care not for the gold.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I care for it</span><br /> +As men of hero times held dear the sword<br /> +That made them lords of battle.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">You are lord</span><br /> +Of Peace!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Write that upon the clouds, that eyes<br /> +Of men and angels may contending claim<br /> +The truth for earth and heaven!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Tush, sir, tush!</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Can I forget how at your kingly touch<br /> +My fair Peonia, paling in treason's grip,<br /> +Thrilled from her deathward droop, renewed her heart<br /> +Through safe, ease-lidded nights, and woke once more<br /> +The rose of fortune?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">There's no rumble now</span><br /> +Of riot?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Not a sound comes to our ears<br /> +But from the toiling strokes that steadily<br /> +Uproll Peonia's wealth.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Yet those who led</span><br /> +The last revolt are free.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Not all, your Highness.</span><br /> +A few crossed to Assaria, but expedition<br /> +Warms on their trail. Rejan LeVal is tracked<br /> +To your own capital.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Nay, mend that, sir.</span><br /> +We're safe here from such ruck.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">The startled eel</span><br /> +Will make for muddy waters,—and 'tis sure<br /> +LeVal found murky welcome here.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">My city!</span><br /> +What mutinous bolt turns here for him?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">His friends</span><br /> +Are friends of power. How else could he elude<br /> +The thousand eyes in search?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> [<em>Musing</em>] <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Treason at court?...</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> We'll mouse LeVal to 's cranny, do not doubt.<br /> +Then we shall ask Assaria's great seal<br /> +For his delivery to Goldusan.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> That is assured you.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">But your minister,</span><br /> +Sir Borduc, warns——</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ha! Warns?</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">He urges that</span><br /> +The extraditing power is at pause,<br /> +Blocked by the people's will.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I've given my word,—</span><br /> +A word that mobbish din ne'er added to,<br /> +Nor yet stripped of one letter that I chose<br /> +Should spell authority. You ask for more?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Pardon, your majesty! It is enough,<br /> +Beyond all stretch of need.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I call to mind</span><br /> +That Borduc waits,—and primed for tongue-work too.<br /> +The princess will content your Excellency?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>With obeisance to Hernda</em>] 'Tis Heaven's honor! +I have left the earth!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> You waste your art. She's in the milk-maid humor.<br /> +Would marry Hob. [<em>Exit, lower right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> The Señor Hob? He says<br /> +You'll marry him? [<em>Hernda laughs</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You care not if I die!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You'll live, my lord.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> You'll marry Hob. I die!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> He is not Hob. That is my father's mock<br /> +Because he's poor.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>In hope</em>] Ah, poor?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">A beggarly</span><br /> +Ten millions,—not a penny more.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Ten millions!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> But that's my joy. I would not wed for gold.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> O, pity me! I love you, señorita!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> No, no! I must not hear that.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Then I'll pray</span><br /> +Silence to be my friend and speak my dumb<br /> +Unuttered heart.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">You must not love me, sir.</span><br /> +But you may love—my father. When you praised him,<br /> +You too seemed fair to me.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I'll sing him till</span><br /> +The stars lie at our feet, if you will listen!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> He gave your country peace?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">His royal name</span><br /> +Is dear as Cordiaz' in the grateful heart<br /> +Of Goldusan. That proud land lay unkept.<br /> +Her ores intombed, her vales without a plough,<br /> +Her rivers wasting down to shipless seas,<br /> +Her people starving, while her nobles strove<br /> +For shreds of power,—the clouted thing we called<br /> +A government. Then on our factions fell,<br /> +Strong as a god's, the hand of Hudibrand;<br /> +And now, compact, we stand by Cordiaz,<br /> +While every mountain groans with golden birth.<br /> +And every river turns its thousand wheels,<br /> +And every valley buried is in bloom.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> My dearest father! But I knew 'twas so!<br /> +And they who starved are fed and happy now?<br /> +They reap the bloom and share the golden flood?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> All will be well when once we've scourged the land<br /> +Of rebels that drip poison from their tongues,<br /> +Stirring the meek and unambitious poor,—<br /> +Who sought no life but saintly, noble toil,—<br /> +With strangest rage, till maddened they would bite<br /> +The fostering hand of God.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">We've prisons where</span><br /> +We put such troublers. Has your land no jails?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em>'Tis full of them! I mean—ah, we have jails,<br /> +But foes like these are wary, slip all watch,—<br /> +Flee and dart back, our weariness their charter<br /> +To tread with havoc's hoof. If I could find<br /> +Rejan LeVal, then might I rest from guard,<br /> +But not while he—unlassoed warrigal!—<br /> +May canter from his thicket and paw up<br /> +Peonia's fields!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">I'll lend an adjutant.</span><br /> +Ask Chartrien, who knows each foggy nook<br /> +And smirchèd corner of the capital,—<br /> +Having once made his pastime serve a quest<br /> +For such drab knowledge,—ask him help you find<br /> +This traitor.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Chartrien! Nay, the fox is safe<br /> +When th' hound too wears a brush.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">You mean the prince?</span><br /> +Speak, sir! Who hints me calumny,<br /> +Shall make the drum his chorus. I'll hear all.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> A rumor drifts through Goldusan....</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Is that</span><br /> +An oddity? Here rumors are too thick<br /> +For ears to gather them.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> But this—O, princess....<br /> +Fairest of earth, forgive me that I speak!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You do not speak. And that I'll not forgive.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Ah, then,—but first,—is Chartrien near the king?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> No nearer than his heart.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I do offend.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Offence now lies in silence. Speak, my lord.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> When I left Goldusan, 'twas said—and with<br /> +No muffled hesitance—Prince Chartrien aids<br /> +The rebels there, and lays a train to rend<br /> +The State apart, that Cordiaz may drop<br /> +Into the gap,—then he with plausive cleat<br /> +Will make the fissure stanch, and seat himself<br /> +In unoppugnèd power.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Why <em>he is Hob</em>! [<em>Silence. They both rise</em>]</span><br /> +A mad and sorry tale, you see.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I see.</span><br /> +He's in the capital?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Beneath this roof.</span><br /> +The palace is his home. My father holds<br /> +His meagre millions guarded, nursing them<br /> +To a prince's portion.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">We shall meet?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">To-night.</span><br /> +He's with a friend—a Spanish gentleman,—<br /> +But <em>not</em> from Goldusan.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I made no guess.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Deny that with your eyes. Your tongue's exempt.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> And may I meet the Spanish gentleman?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> That's as he chooses. I may not command him.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter Count Dorkinski</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Dor.</em> His Highness, sir, is pleased to bid you join him.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> His pleasure is his marshal. [<em>To Hernda, softly</em>] I've your leave<br /> +To love your father. That I go from you<br /> +To him, is Heaven's proof I do.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exit Megario and the Count</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em><span style="margin-left: 9em;">The proof</span><br /> +I seek, and would not find, is locked in Hell,<br /> +Not Heaven. Megario lied. Oh, Chartrien!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Retreats slowly into grove and pauses out of sight, rear. +Enter, upper left, Chartrien and LeVal</em>]</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> No,——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Prudence, dear LeVal!</span></p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">I shall go mad</span><br /> +Shut in this gilded den,—this stifling hold<br /> +Of banditry.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Peace, friend!</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I'd rather crouch</span><br /> +With brats of grime upon an unswept hearth<br /> +And claw my bread from cinders, than draw breath<br /> +In this gold-raftered house of blood!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Come, come!</span><br /> +Your wits fly naked, stripped of every caution,<br /> +And beat suspicion up that else might keep<br /> +Untroubled bed. Whist! We must move rose-shod<br /> +Through these next hours, not clack in passion's clogs.</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> I'll out of this! There's surge in me no fear<br /> +Can put in bonds.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nay, here and here alone</span><br /> +Your life is safe. The hounds of Goldusan<br /> +Sniff through the cellars. They'll not scent you in<br /> +The royal shadow. That's more brilliancy<br /> +Than ever lit a rush in houndom. This<br /> +My home, I share with you, for mine it is<br /> +Till I've secured my gold from Hudibrand.</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> Ay, but Megario! While he's here these walls<br /> +Pen me in fire.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">His visit is too brief</span><br /> +To be a danger.</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Danger! To me, or him?</span><br /> +If we should meet, his fate as mine would be<br /> +In that encounter. These are hands would see to 't!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> LeVal, forget——</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Forget Céleste? My wife?</span><br /> +Forget she died of blows while he stood by<br /> +And smiled, because <em>she was my wife</em>!<br /> +Oh, God! Breathe air with him while this arm hangs<br /> +A limp discretion!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Peace! This mood unpent</span><br /> +Will wreck us. Keep your room if it must swell.<br /> +The princess gazes yonder, and your face<br /> +Is badged exposal. Go. I'll meet her question.<br /> +'Twill not fash honor if a lie or two<br /> +Must be our guard.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exit LeVal upper left. Hernda emerges from grove. +Chartrien waits for her as she comes circuitously, lightly +hovering and hesitating</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>At his side</em>] What lover's this?—dreams still<br /> +When love is by. Were he an olden knight<br /> +He'd ride to tourney and forget his spurs!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> He would forget the world and fame and God<br /> +To see your eyes like this!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You tremble, Chartrien.</span><br /> +Love so much?—yet stood here just—a stump—</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> That felt you coming, coming like a bird,<br /> +And watched and waited, envying every bough<br /> +Where you paused doubting, till you fluttering lit,<br /> +Down in the old stump's heart—</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">There, I've forgot!</span><br /> +This is my lover ere that lure crept up<br /> +From Goldusan. Since you came back, I've felt<br /> +The shadow of a difference, and I've heard<br /> +The maids of Goldusan can draw men's souls<br /> +Out of their bodies for a dance in hell.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> My love!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">O, Chartrien, are you mine? I feel</span><br /> +A question in your worship. When your eyes<br /> +Are warmest, love lies on them like<br /> +The shallow moon-gleam on a deep, dark sea<br /> +That is not kin with it. A sea that once<br /> +Was mine, and I could go, with circling arms,<br /> +Love-lanterned to its depth. But now the dark<br /> +Is round me fathomless——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">My own!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">I try to rise,</span><br /> +To find my wings—and feel the air again<br /> +Without your drowning touch upon me——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Hernda!</span><br /> +Have I so nearly lost you? Come, beloved,<br /> +Sit here, and let me vow me yours again<br /> +Till in each word you feel my beating heart.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> My stars shall hear these vows.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Changes the light to pale, evening glow. Rear, right, are +glimpses of sky with frail, moving clouds, faint stars +and a new moon</em>]</p> + +<p> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">And see, my moon.</span><br /> +Intent and virginal.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>She sits, and Chartrien lies on the ground, his breast covering +her feet</em>]</p> + +<p> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Now, now my heart</span><br /> +Holds not another thing but love and you!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> No thought of those dread wings?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">None, none! And you?</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 16em;">[<em>Bends over him</em>]</span><br /> + +All mine. I hold you now, fast in my world.<br /> +Sometimes you enter, come within my door.<br /> +And then I can not shut it for a wind<br /> +That clings about you from a farther sky.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Rises and takes her face between his hands</em>]<br /> +There's but one sky!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">A shuddering breath,</span><br /> +As from a planet strange, where you have walked<br /> +And I shall never go.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">O, shut me in,</span><br /> +Rose of a heart! I'll not go out though Life<br /> +Beat at the door, and call her giant storms<br /> +To knock upon 't.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Is this not life? And this<br /> +The only world?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">The only world. My habitat</span><br /> +One perfect hour.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">One hour? Forever, love.</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> O, vow it for me, sweet,—again, again!<br /> +Till I believe once more in Arcadies<br /> +Born of a silken purse. In sunsets caught<br /> +In tinted tapestries, with jacinth heart<br /> +Gold-bleeding through the woven breath of dream.<br /> +In soft moon-hours that drop from painted skies,<br /> +In fairy woodlands aye unwintering,<br /> +In love's elf-ring no boding star may cross,<br /> +And you, my Hernda, sceptred in joy's name,<br /> +Tossing the apple planets in your hands—<br /> +These little, sovereign hands—as God might do,<br /> +Had he, poor God, your power.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Love, you hurt.</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Ah, tears in Arcady?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Oh, what is this</span><br /> +Has come between us?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">What? The universe.</span><br /> +I can not reach you even when my lips<br /> +Are on your heart.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">May I not come to you?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> From this moon-world? No hope of that.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">See then,</span><br /> +The day! [<em>Changes the light to sunrise</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Now may I come?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Forever playing!</span><br /> +The way lies here.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Steps to window and opens it. A snowy blast rushes in</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Stop, Chartrien! Shut it! Oh,</span><br /> +You've killed my Spring!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You will not come?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">You're mad.</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Struggles with the window until she closes it, Chartrien +watching her</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> You do not like that road. But it is mine.<br /> +And children walk it. I have met them there.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Oh, I am frozen! See!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>With sudden contrition, pressing her to his breast</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 11em;">No, you are fire.</span><br /> +A fire that I will clasp, though it should burn<br /> +My holiest temple and betray my soul<br /> +To ashes!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> O, my love, what secret curbs<br /> +Your nature to this chafe? It rubs even through<br /> +Your ardor.—stabs me on your breast.<br /> +May I not know it? Is not confidence<br /> +Dear blood and life of love? Without it, ours<br /> +Must pale, ghost-cold, a chill between locked arms.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Is trust not love's prerogative<br /> +More royal sweet than any burdened share<br /> +Of secrecy?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Not to the strong!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Smiling</em>] <span style="margin-left: 4em;">You strong?</span><br /> +By what brave test dost know it?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">And by what</span><br /> +Dost know me weak?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">The proof awaits. But now,—</span><br /> +Emilio needs me,—</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Go!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Sweet, friendship too<br /> +Has bonds. Not all are love's.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">He's ill,—your friend?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> As plague-bit life,—no worse.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">You'll wait upon</span><br /> +My father? Bid him but good-night?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">No, Hernda.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You shun him, Chartrien. I have watched you keep<br /> +A curious distance,—ay, as though your heart<br /> +Removed itself while your unwarmèd eyes<br /> +Made invoice of its treasure. Once you rushed<br /> +Unto his counsel as security<br /> +Hived in his word, and you, denied, were lost.<br /> +Are those hours gone? If you have grown too large<br /> +For his shrunk wisdom, bind you to his need.<br /> +Age unsuspected crowns him, and you take<br /> +Your young arm out of his.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">He wants no staff.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You'll go no more to Goldusan?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">I must.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> And soon?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> When Hudibrand is pleased to free<br /> +My fortune from his ward.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You want it all?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Yes, all.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">For Goldusan?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">My greatest need</span><br /> +Is there.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> What is that need?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You question me?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> May love not ask?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">If love could understand.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Have I grown dull? I do not know you, Chartrien.<br /> +You're so unfeatured by that Spanish cloud,<br /> +You're lowering friend. <em>He</em> is the universe<br /> +Between our hearts. Ill? No. I saw him here,—<br /> +A tropic threat. 'Twas rage broke his suave guard,<br /> +Not illness.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Hernda!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">The Lord Megario</span><br /> +Has asked to compliment a brother guest.<br /> +May he be seen? Does his unmannered storm<br /> +Spare one amenity?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Megario knows?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Knows what?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Oh!—nothing.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">So much more than naught</span><br /> +Your cheek is pale with it.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">No matter, Hernda.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> An ashen matter truly, yet not light<br /> +As nothing. But your answer. May our guests<br /> +Exchange the roof-tree greeting?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">No.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Why not?</span><br /> +That "no" trails consequence. It can not be<br /> +Your period.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> They are enemies.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I knew!</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Megario dealt my friend a bitter wrong,—<br /> +The foulest wrong that man may put on man.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> He's loyal to my father. I know that<br /> +Of him,—and of Emilio—nothing.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Sweet,</span><br /> +I beg one day!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">One day? What's hatching here</span><br /> +That's one day short its time?</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Enter, lower right, Hudibrand, Megario, and Borduc</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Drawing Hernda aside</em>] To-morrow, love!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> To-night!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">You've won your suit, Megario.</span><br /> +If by our presence in your Goldusan<br /> +We can advance that sister country's peace.<br /> +The journey's naught. We'll count it done.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">My lord,</span><br /> +All revolution will dispel as air<br /> +Before your eye. Our Cordiaz is great,<br /> +But his familiar subjects are too near<br /> +To take his height, while you they know to be<br /> +Of giant measure; and when once they see<br /> +Your majesties are brothered, Cordiaz<br /> +Will grow your twin in stature.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">You've our word.</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> I treasure it,—and lest repeated thanks<br /> +Stale their sincerity. I beg to say<br /> +Good-night.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> You have our leave. Good-night, my lord.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Megario bows impressively to Hudibrand, slightly to Borduc, +and is passing out when Hernda, who has crossed +right, intercepts him</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You leave us early, Lord Megario.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> I do not leave, your Highness. I am driven.<br /> +I go to drudgery with my secretaries,<br /> +Foregoing even the sleep that might have brought<br /> +Your dreamèd face to me.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Is 't still your wish</span><br /> +To meet our Spanish guest?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">He grants me that?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> He has refused a meeting.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Ah!... Refused.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> But there's a way, my lord. When you have passed<br /> +The second door without, turn to the left.<br /> +You'll find a vaulted passage,—at the end<br /> +An entrance to my wood. Come in, and wait.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> You grace me so?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">It is not grace that breaks</span><br /> +The covenant of salt. But who keeps faith<br /> +With traitors? He is one, by every sign.<br /> +An evil thing blown to our royal hearth<br /> +Through Chartrien's open love that lets all winds<br /> +Pour in. And I'll have proof of it!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>Over her hand</em>] You shall. [<em>Exit, lower right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Crossing to Hernda</em>] A long-spun courtesy, and with one merit,—<br /> +It ended in good-night.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>Gayly</em>] Unruly yet?<br /> +A truce until to-morrow!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You believe me?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> I would not doubt you for a world compact<br /> +Of virtues only, but it's no unreason<br /> +To fear you are deceived.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Dear Hernda——</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Come!</span><br /> +I love you, Chartrien. Let us have an hour<br /> +As light as joy, as sweet as peace, and call<br /> +Your friend to share it. He shall smile for me.<br /> +I vow it, by his most ungentle frown!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> 'Twill take your deepest magic, for his heart<br /> +Holds naught that smiles are made of.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Bring him here.</span><br /> +I'll make that heart my wizard bowl and mix<br /> +Such sweet and merry potions in 't, his griefs<br /> +Must doff their gray for motley. You shall see!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Art such a witch? [<em>Exit, upper left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">What's this I do? My soul</span><br /> +Leans shameward, but I'll trounce it up. The man,<br /> +If innocent, keeps so, untouched and clear.<br /> +If he aims darkly, creeps a weaponed hate<br /> +Upon my noble father, do I worse<br /> +Than cancel so the unwrought half of 's crime,<br /> +And make him less a villain?</p> + +<p><em>Bor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">May I speak</span><br /> +Against this southward jaunt?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Loud as you please,</span><br /> +My Bordy, but I go.</p> + +<p><em>Bor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Your Highness makes</span><br /> +Assaria bow too low.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">The State shall have</span><br /> +No name in this. I go as Cordiaz' friend,<br /> +Not as Assaria's king. I've interests there<br /> +That sort with quiet venture. Give it out<br /> +This move in part concerns my health.</p> + +<p><em>Bor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">That much</span><br /> +I welcome. You should rest, my lord.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Ha? Rest?</span><br /> +The twin of death! I'll rest when I am dust.<br /> +Nay, then I hope that storm and hurricane<br /> +Will keep me whirling. No,—I'll not go lame<br /> +Even in report. Say that this move concerns<br /> +My pleasure solely,—solely, Borduc.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Father,</span><br /> +I have a suit. May I not go with you?<br /> +I long to make that land where you are loved,<br /> +More vivid than the dream that now it is.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> And find what lodestar there draws Chartrien<br /> +From constancy? Well, you shall go.</p> + +<p><em>Bor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Tut, tut!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Dear father!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> This will give domestic screen<br /> +And color to our tack.</p> + +<p><em>Bor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">A gadding throne—</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Good Borduc, we will leave the throne at home.<br /> +Do not <em>you</em> stay?</p> + +<p><em>Bor.</em> I've some authority,<br /> +You'll not dispute, my lord. Much as may go<br /> +With broad election. My investiture<br /> +Lies in the people's choice.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Ay, you're their bark<br /> +Of freedom, where their pride may hoist full sail,<br /> +But who wots better, Bordy, that 'tis puffed<br /> +With winds that know my port?</p> + +<p><em>Bor.</em> They think their choice<br /> +Is free. Sincere in that, they give my post<br /> +A dignity not even your majesty<br /> +May mock me out of.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Fools are noted most</span><br /> +For their sincerity,—a virtue that<br /> +Must stand a cipher if uncertified<br /> +By wit or wisdom.</p> + +<p><em>Bor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sir, Assarians</span><br /> +Are not the fools you think them. They are men<br /> +Who have the patriot's heart, and on their flag<br /> +Where you write "power" their love reads "liberty."</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> It does, praise be! And they may keep their flag<br /> +To wear around their eyes long as they will.<br /> +For then I dance my measure, while they bump<br /> +In hither-whither hoodman blind and pay<br /> +My fiddler too!</p> + +<p><em>Bor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">And what's my part in this?</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> The fiddler's, Borduc.</p> + +<p><em>Bor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Sir?</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">And your next tune</span><br /> +Is Goldusan. Come, let's rehearse.</p> + +<p><em>Bor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">My lord,——</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exeunt, lower right, as Chartrien and LeVal enter left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You've come, dear Señor! Was it savagery<br /> +To wrest the hour from you?</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Too kindly done</span><br /> +For such a name,—though I was deep in bond<br /> +To sober thoughts, your Highness.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Be so still.</span><br /> +We would not force our humor on your heart,<br /> +But share your own.</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> [<em>Smiling</em>] Can you be sad?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">As rains</span><br /> +That drench October. As the gray<br /> +That fringes twilight on the dark of moons.<br /> +As seas that sob above a swallowed ship,<br /> +Repenting storm. [<em>Leads to seat, right</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Come, sir,—and I'll be sad</span><br /> +In what degree you choose, though I could wish it<br /> +Nearer a smile than rheum, and not so heavy<br /> +But that its sigh may float upon a song,<br /> +A gentle song that might be sorrow's garland<br /> +When moan wears down. Wilt hear one now, my lord?<br /> +I have a music-maker yon whose lute<br /> +Was nectared in a poet's tears the hour<br /> +He lost his dream. Say you will hear him! Nay,<br /> +That courtier "yes" can not o'ertake the "no"<br /> +Sped from your eyes. We'll have no music. Yet<br /> +The soul must love it ere one can be sad<br /> +To th' very sweet of sadness. O, I know!</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> I love it, but not here.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">What here forbids?</span><br /> +My bower! The eye translates its tenderness<br /> +To fairy sound, nor need of pipe or strings.</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> I can not hear the bells of fairydom<br /> +When life is making thunder's music 'gainst<br /> +This bauble house of play——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>Rising</em>] <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Sir, you forget——</span></p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> Nay, I remember!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">What do you remember?</span></p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> Ah!... Pardon, princess!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">May I mend this peace?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>Sitting again by LeVal</em>] It is not broken yet.</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> <span style="margin-left: 17em;">Your gentleness</span><br /> +Has saved it, not my manners.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Oh, my lord,</span><br /> +Would I had grace to cover sorrow's breach<br /> +As smoothly as a gap in courtesy!<br /> +Then you should smile!</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I have a happiness</span><br /> +That makes it thievery in me to take<br /> +Your pity. You've a sadder need.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">I'll yield</span><br /> +No jocund vantage to that brow of yours.<br /> +You hear this sombre braggart, Chartrien?<br /> +Speaks as I were Despair's own fosterling!</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> You are. As I am Hope's. Do you not gaze<br /> +On earth's foul spots and cry "A sad world this!"<br /> +"We must endure!" "The dear God wills it so!"<br /> +And such and such like seed of misery<br /> +Till hopelessness sprouts chronic?—building then<br /> +Your house of life amid its smelling weeds,<br /> +Where you may dance—or pray—till you forget<br /> +Your creed keeps earth in tears?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">And yours, my lord?</span></p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> Gives her a singing and forefeeling heart<br /> +Whose courage cleaves renunciation's cloud<br /> +That swathes her splendor and would sighing keep<br /> +Her livid 'mong the stars!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You would divide</span><br /> +Omnipotence with God, and arrogant,<br /> +Assume the bigger half. But there are woes<br /> +That even your hope, though it go winged and armored,<br /> +Must fall before.</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Not one that I'll not face</span><br /> +Until its features mould me destiny.<br /> +The shape of radiance it shall wear for man<br /> +'Neath an unslandered Heaven! I could not live<br /> +If in the life about me I saw not<br /> +The world within this world, and sped my hope<br /> +The way that it shall take.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Is not that way</span><br /> +Called Peace, Emilio?</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Not the peace that spills</span><br /> +More blood than war, builds bigger jails, and leaves<br /> +More waifs to suck the stunting, poisonous breast<br /> +Of Charity! Peace as white ashes spread<br /> +Upon injustice' fly-blown wrack——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>Leaving him</em>] <span style="margin-left: 5em;">You are</span><br /> +A revolutionist!</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">And black to you,</span><br /> +For revolution leads into the horizon,<br /> +And must be figured dark to rearward eyes<br /> +Though God beyond gives welcome.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>Coming gently back</em>] <span style="margin-left: 2em;">May we not</span><br /> +Be patient even as Christ, who found this world<br /> +The home of poverty and left it so?<br /> +Did he not say the poor are ever with us?</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> You too must tap that last and golden nail<br /> +In th' pauper's coffin!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">It is the nail of truth,</span><br /> +If Christ spoke true.</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Words uttered to his day,</span><br /> +Not to all time. Not as a deathless brand<br /> +Burning his own millennium. Not meant<br /> +To take from man his goal, condemning him<br /> +To hug an ulcer to the sick world's end,<br /> +Which even your bosom must take to whitest bed<br /> +Although your festrous partner be not guessed<br /> +Nor visible. But if he did mean that——<br /> +That vicious thing—then he is false as hell,<br /> +Denying man's bright destiny,—and I,<br /> +Who vouch the triumph of an angel race,<br /> +Am more a god than he!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You dare blaspheme——</span></p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> Because it once was said to men, whom worms<br /> +Made dust of twice ten hundred years ago,<br /> +"The poor are always with you," such as you<br /> +Shall not forever pick your way to ease<br /> +O'er broken bodies, lifting up white brows<br /> +And hiding crimson feet! Daring to make<br /> +The Christ your sheltering sanction while you feed<br /> +On others' lives, and keep injustice sleek<br /> +Even as you cosset that dim thing, your soul,<br /> +And preen the wings you think bear you aloft<br /> +The puddled world!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">You lie! You do not know</span><br /> +Our gentle hearts, our——</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Gentle? O, you're nice,</span><br /> +You later cannibals, and will not eat<br /> +Of babes at table, but you'll pipe their blood<br /> +From unoffending distance, while you pray<br /> +Your conscience numb and swear the source is clean.<br /> +Some dare to name that fount the Love of God,<br /> +And kneel him thanks!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Oh, mad and impious!</span><br /> +Who is this, Chartrien, you've dared call your friend?</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Megario steps from the grove</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> He's dumb as prudence, but my tongue is free.<br /> +This is Rejan LeVal, the man who hates<br /> +Your father,—and my country's enemy.</p> + +<p><em>LeV.</em> [<em>Plunging toward Megario</em>] Murderer!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Grasping LeVal</em>] Come! At once!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Your pardon, prince.</span><br /> +I must delay you. I feared your sympathy<br /> +Would gird itself 'gainst justice, and took care<br /> +To balk escape. [<em>To officer who appears behind him</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Be off with him. You know</span><br /> +Your road. No stop this side Peonia's border.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Outlawry this! Stop, sir! You will not dare<br /> +Kidnap him on this soil!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>Laughs</em>] Where Hudibrand<br /> +Is king?</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exit officer with LeVal, lower right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> This strains your privilege, my lord.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> His privilege? My God! Did you....</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">I did.</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> No third voice here is cordant. I will leave you.<br /> +My thousand times most gracious lady, thanks!<br /> +Again I bid you happiest good-night! [<em>Exit</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> I am no adder, though your bitter eyes<br /> +Give me that name.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Not bitter. In my heart,</span><br /> +That wrapped you as the South its dearest bud,<br /> +There's nothing left to warm the thought of you<br /> +Even with my hate. You are the crown, the peak,<br /> +The unmeaning top of all to which I'm most<br /> +Indifferent. [<em>Turns away</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Look at me!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I look, and know</span><br /> +My eyes till now were cankered, look and see<br /> +The whole fair lie you are.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Nay, Chartrien!</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> The book is open. There the brow yet shines<br /> +As God o'erlilied it,—an altar urn<br /> +Stuffed with profane decay. Those are the eyes<br /> +Like springs within a wood where no road leads<br /> +With murking pilgrim dust, yet Innocence<br /> +There paused looks up no more. That is the hand<br /> +That as a comrade angel's took my friend's,—<br /> +Reached out as though it parted Heaven's veil<br /> +To draw his grief within, then clapped him down<br /> +To Hell.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> The place for traitors. Let him go.<br /> +This moment is for us. 'Tis true your eyes<br /> +Were cankered, and I thought by surgeon means<br /> +To give them health, but deeper than the eyes<br /> +This trouble's seat. Deep as your changèd soul,<br /> +That forfeits its divinity to link<br /> +With an infection. Here you stood and heard<br /> +Those poured-out profanations with no move<br /> +Or sound of protest. That was left for me.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> What truth may pierce such ignorance, fatuous, thick!<br /> +That man,—Megario,—with whom you've struck<br /> +Alliant palm, twisted a lawless law<br /> +To his deformed desire, and took the lands—<br /> +The priceless valley lands of Cana Ru—<br /> +From gentle dwellers there, whose titles bore<br /> +The rooted claim of dear ancestral graves<br /> +Nine generations deep,—and when they stood<br /> +The guardians of their doors, faced them with guns,<br /> +Dragged them to his bribed courts, weighed them with fines,<br /> +And sent them to his burning maguey fields<br /> +To slave and rot.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">No—don't——</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">The lands were sold</span><br /> +To Hudibrand——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">It can not be!</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Not be?</span><br /> +That cry is stale as ignorance, as old<br /> +As wrong. I've heard it till my ears refuse<br /> +To register its emptiness. LeVal,<br /> +It was, rose first against Megario,—<br /> +Stood up and urged men to be Man,—and this,<br /> +That makes archangels in the ranks of Heaven,<br /> +Was treason upon earth. He lived—escaped—<br /> +But not his wife. Anointed woman, such<br /> +As centuries with conjoined virtues breed<br /> +Once and no more! She was condemned, enslaved,<br /> +And toiling in the steaming fields, fell down,<br /> +Was flogged, and died.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> No! no! no! no!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">So she</span><br /> +Is free. But now LeVal goes back. My friend!<br /> +O, giant heart! I see you stagger, drop,<br /> +As feverous as the smitten earth——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Who could</span><br /> +Believe such things? You're wrong! You must—you shall<br /> +Be wrong! He was a traitor, bitter-souled.<br /> +Undoing my father's work!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Farewell!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Oh, Chartrien,</span><br /> +I did it for the best!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The woman's cry.</span><br /> +She'd wreck a world, and from that earthquake piled<br /> +Look up to say she did it for the best.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You will not go? You loved me one hour past.<br /> +I am not changed. I'm Hernda still.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">The same.</span><br /> +And yet I loved you. But no blush need burn<br /> +The soul escaped enchantment. 'Twas a charm<br /> +Enringed me with its bale till helpless there,<br /> +And feeble as a babe in bassinet,<br /> +I cooed away my manhood,—emptied time<br /> +With infant fingering toward your protean hair!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You <em>loved</em> me!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">More than ever could be laid</span><br /> +To madness' charge, or god that passion whelms<br /> +With mortal longing till his skies become<br /> +His prison, and dark earth Elysian ground<br /> +Beneath the feet he loves!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>With arms beseeching</em>] Here, Chartrien, here!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Even when my eyes—so late—were wide to wrong<br /> +That binds the race to pain's dread Caucasus,<br /> +My mad imagination laid the gift<br /> +Of seership on you, dreamed that you would go<br /> +To meet the gleam of the delivering days,——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> With you!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sail any sea of venture, beat</span><br /> +Through any storm to make the prophet's port,—<br /> +White priestess vassal to the truth that leads<br /> +The planet into light!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Together, Chartrien!</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> That was my dream. Then coming to your side.<br /> +There was no life but yours,—no world that bled<br /> +And felt the vulture feeding. Groans of men<br /> +Grew still, or like the unavailing hum<br /> +Of far-off, aimless bees, scarce reached my ears<br /> +That heard, more near, as music from new earth,<br /> +Your children call me father. Ay, 'twas but<br /> +The storming undersea of passioning sex<br /> +That breaking to the sky o'erlaid my stars<br /> +And wore the mask of Heaven! That ebbless power,<br /> +That spawning tide of Nature, by whose might<br /> +She took primordial forts and made Life hers!<br /> +Still does it tear belated, unassuaged,<br /> +In wreck about the Mind's aspiring fanes.<br /> +And shakes the nesting Spirit from her towers,<br /> +Her heavenly brood unfledged!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Oh! Oh!</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Here—now—</span><br /> +I beat it back, and go my way unmated<br /> +Till beauty fair as yours has bred a soul<br /> +And signals me! [<em>Exit</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Stay, Chartrien! Oh, my love!</span></p> + +<p class="center1"><br />[<em>Falls. Curtain</em>]</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT II</h3> + + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <em>A grove in the outskirts of a town in Goldusan. Semi-tropical +verdure. Rocks, shrubbery, trees, at convenience. A hidden cascade +mumbles upper right, not loud enough to disturb conversation. At upper +left, the pillared and vine-wreathed entrance to a mansion. A wall, +rear, partly hidden by foliage. Paths lead off, right and left, lower, +under trees. It is evening, and the grove is lit for revel. Gay flocks +of people pass, then Hernda and Megario enter lower right.</em></p> + +<p> </p> +<p><em>Meg.</em> Unsoft as winter! Thou hast brought thy north,<br /> +With thee, a frigid shade, here where the hours<br /> +Are poppy-fingered, and their dreaming breasts<br /> +Unshuttered as the summer!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Is it true,</span><br /> +This joy, that smiles as though its fountained heart<br /> +Could not be emptied?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">True as that I love you.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> But if it is no mask, why should revolt<br /> +O'ercloud your borders?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">There's no just revolt.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> But Chartrien said——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Are you yet poison-tinct</span><br /> +With that old rebel tale his credulous heart<br /> +Dressed new in his while honor till both grew<br /> +One sooty treason?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Where is Chartrien now?</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Wherever he may hatch a discontent<br /> +And cluck us trouble. But of late he spurs<br /> +His heart of venture, and dartles to our towns<br /> +To stir the scum there.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Scum? You've such a thing</span><br /> +In Cordiaz' happy land? I'll see that scum.<br /> +It breathes, does 't not? Has eyes, and tongue?<br /> +Can answer if one speaks?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You're merry, princess.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> As graves at night. All is not open here.<br /> +I shall go farther,—knock at doors where Truth<br /> +Keeps honest house, not gowned for holiday.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> One want we have,—that you will stay with us<br /> +And be the fairy soul of Goldusan.<br /> +Then must our land, so measureless endeared,<br /> +Be cherished as the darling care of Heaven,<br /> +Where storm may breathe but as a twittering bird<br /> +That fears to shake its nest.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You've only words!</span><br /> +Words like these thousand-thousand smiles that seem<br /> +Half real and half painted,—teasing, strange,—<br /> +All feeding one illusion round my way<br /> +Till even the ground unqualifies beneath me<br /> +And makes each step a question.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">'Tis the doubt</span><br /> +You look through that transforms our face<br /> +Of truth and paints us vaguely hued.<br /> +O, for our many smiles, wilt not give one?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Nay, there's a darkness fringing on this grove.<br /> +It creeps above the walls, it touches me,<br /> +And makes me shudder winding at my feet!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> You've sipped of fancy at a witch's knee! [<em>Plucks a flower</em>]<br /> + +But see,—your serpent shadows nurture this.<br /> +Confess to its perfection, and be shriven<br /> +Of any thought less fair.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Oh, if I might!</span><br /> +No, keep it. Let us find our friends.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>Drops the flower</em>] <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">My hand</span><br /> +Defiles it for you.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nay——</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Where is the fan</span><br /> +I carried yester-night?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">'Tis—lost.</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">'Tis burnt!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> What wind's your gossip?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Truth paused at my ear.</span><br /> +But, princess, if there's any charm will draw<br /> +Your eyes to me unburdened of their hate,<br /> +I'll find it though it lie beneath the ruin<br /> +Of every other hope!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I'll leave you, sir.</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Forgive me! Love will speak,—ay, storm its need.<br /> +Though each vain word pile up the barricade<br /> +That fends the heart desired.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">My lord, no hate</span><br /> +Is in that barrier. I'm free of that.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Thanks for that little much. Your highness speaks<br /> +Of journeying. What can I say to gild<br /> +My own Peonia till it distant gleams<br /> +The gem of pilgrimage? There you will see<br /> +How earth is dressed when the devoted sun<br /> +Is pledged to her adorning. Trees that mass<br /> +Their bloom in forest heavens, giving her<br /> +A nearer sky. Unthwarted vines that scarf<br /> +Her mountain shoulders with their pendent clouds.<br /> +Lakes where a dreamer's bark may drift unoared<br /> +And chance no port save beauty. Everywhere<br /> +The dart and wave of color that would beckon<br /> +A neighbor planet looking once this way.<br /> +Come, be my guest. One day! I'll ask no more.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> I do not know. Señora Ziralay<br /> +Will be my guide. I go with her.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">With her?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> What is 't? I touch the shadow. You are not<br /> +Her friend?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> She hates in secret, while her smile<br /> +Levies the world for love.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I'll hate where she does,</span><br /> +And know my soul is safe.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Her husband holds</span><br /> +By love and purse to Cordiaz, but she<br /> +Is a LeVal.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> LeVal? And kin to—<em>him</em>?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Rejan? His sister. And I know her nature<br /> +Is tinted as her blood, whatever hue<br /> +It wears at court.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">A sister to the man</span><br /> +That I gave up to death. And I have dared<br /> +To love her—take her kiss——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>Cautioning</em>] <span style="margin-left: 4em;">She's here.</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Enter, lower right, Señora Ziralay and Guildamour</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Señora!</span><br /> +We spoke of you.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> And with such gloom?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">No, no!</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> It lingers yet, my lord. Do I in absence cast<br /> +Such knitted shadows?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Safely asked of us,</span><br /> +Who know your bright philosophy. How fares<br /> +That magic broom with which you'd sweep the earth<br /> +Of every ill? Is 't still invincible?</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> Much worn of late, my lord, as you should know,<br /> +Who give it work.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">You'd leave us not one grief</span><br /> +To keep us praying and rebuilding Heaven?<br /> +Abolish Death perhaps?</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">True mock! I would</span><br /> +Except the death that's like a waiting bed<br /> +When not another turn may mend the day;<br /> +When sleep is sweeter than the thumbèd book,<br /> +And hearth-near voices drowse like waves that lap<br /> +Shores unconcerned. Now we are murdered, all.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> No, no. Señora!</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ay! Do we not vaunt,</span><br /> +And set it rarely down, a thing to note,<br /> +If age unmoor the life-disusèd raft,<br /> +For th' chartless cruise?</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Now we go hurried out,</span><br /> +With half our dreams unpacked, and earth made poor<br /> +With a few grains of dust where should have risen<br /> +Our wisest years in flower.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Fate, fate, Señora!</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> What's fate but ignorance? And not always that<br /> +Comes hobbling with excuse. Sometimes a man,<br /> +Whose eyes fling lances at the foes of Life,<br /> +Is knouted from the world——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">No more, I pray!</span><br /> +This is a festal night. Reserve your sermon<br /> +For our next fast.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>A musical group plays softly under trees left. Enter +lower right, Hudibrand, Cordiaz, Rubirez, Vardas, Ziralay +and others</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Here, daughter? You've been sought.</span></p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> The search was mine, your highness. I would beg<br /> +A grace of you.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You grant one as you beg,<br /> +Your majesty. I'll not do less than give<br /> +Your own again. But pray you name it, sir.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> This garden where our amity has borne<br /> +Its fairest blossom shall be called henceforth<br /> +The Grove of Peace, and we would beg your highness<br /> +To queen our christening.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">A queenly part,</span><br /> +And royally I thank you, but I'll play it<br /> +With humblest prayer that Heaven may keep unbroken<br /> +These new-sworn bonds between my land and yours.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> So pray we all.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Is this our scene?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Not here.</span><br /> +Come you this way, my friends. We'll cast the wine<br /> +To yon cascade, and let the waters bear it<br /> +Down to my capital.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>All go off upper right, except two officers, who remain +centre, and a guard who walks to and fro by wall rear, +sometimes visible, sometimes hidden by the wood and rocks</em>]</p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">This peace will prove</span><br /> +As stout as any spider's thread that swings<br /> +In a blowing rain. Fah!</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Climb what hill you please,</span><br /> +You see the rebels' smoke.</p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">But where in name</span><br /> +Of magic does Bolderez get his gold?<br /> +The rebels we pick up have lost no meals.</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> Enough he gets it. Goldusan sleeps well.<br /> +Bolderez is so near that if his men<br /> +Were eagles they could pick out Cordiaz' eyes<br /> +And he'd not wake to miss 'em.</p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Cordiaz</span><br /> +Is not asleep, but so bedimmed and fooled<br /> +By a thievish Cabinet that what he sees<br /> +Takes any name they give it.</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">He is old.</span></p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> Ah, there you hit it. Warriors should die young.<br /> +When age unsoldiers them their field-worn hearts<br /> +Have no defence against a crafty peace,<br /> +And falling power will seize on any prop<br /> +Be 't foul or fair, to keep on legs.</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">My faith!</span><br /> +His crutches are so villanous, a fall<br /> +Were better than his gait.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Ziralay, lower right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> Well, Ziralay,<br /> +What news?</p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> Where's Cordiaz?</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">He comes.</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter group from the cascade</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> [<em>To Cordiaz</em>] <span style="margin-left: 8em;">My lord,</span><br /> +The Assarian prince is captured, and is held<br /> +Within the town.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> What? Chartrien?</p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Yes, my lord.</span></p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> Fit period to this dedicated day!<br /> +Our gentle bonds are now forged whole. The man<br /> +Who was Bolderez' hope, most luminous<br /> +Of all who drew rebellion to him, now<br /> +Is darkly fallen.</p> + +<p><em>Rub.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">This golden aid cut off,</span><br /> +Bolderez stands so bare his nakedness<br /> +Will sprint to nearest cover.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I'll see his face.</span><br /> +Bring here the prisoner.</p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I'll speed the order,</span><br /> +Your majesty. [<em>Exit</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Rub.</em> Shall he be shot, my lord?</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> Shot? No. But kept close prisoned.</p> + +<p><em>Rub.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">That is mercy</span><br /> +You have denied the blood of Goldusan.<br /> +Why grant it to Assaria?</p> + +<p><em>Var.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">In him swells</span><br /> +A strength was never in LeVal. I urge<br /> +His instant death.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">No, friends. He is a son</span><br /> +Of our great neighbor, and his death would wound<br /> +The courtesy of nations that is kept<br /> +By lenience unabraded.</p> + +<p><em>Var.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Breath so bold</span><br /> +Will from a prison fan the treachery<br /> +Whose flame would die without it.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Father, speak!</span></p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> We'll hear our friend, Assaria's majesty,<br /> +If he have word for us.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I pray your highness</span><br /> +To let no ghostly and unfounded fear<br /> +Of my Assaria——</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Fear, my lord?</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">I mean</span><br /> +No more than ask you to be just, nor let<br /> +My presence here enforce your chivalry<br /> +To do your country wrong. Think of your people,<br /> +Not the approval of a gazing land<br /> +Whose distant nod is given in ignorance<br /> +Of your stern cause.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Here's not my father! So</span><br /> +The clock runs backward, and time ends.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>To Cordiaz</em>] <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Your highness,</span><br /> +My voice is not so loud as others here,<br /> +But could I send it far as sound may go,<br /> +It should take mercy's part in this debate.</p> + +<p><em>Var.</em> You need no trump, my lord. A limpet's whistle<br /> +Would tell us where you stand.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I stand with Cordiaz,</span><br /> +His majesty of Goldusan!</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">This matter</span><br /> +Is not for open market. Come, my friends,<br /> +Let us go in. Please you to walk before.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Rubirez, Ziralay, Vardas, and Megario enter the house, +upper left. Their majesties linger at entrance. Guildamour +retreats on path, upper right. Officers go off, +lower left. Hernda and Señora Ziralay wait unnoticed, right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> Is 't kindly done, my lord, to pose your station<br /> +In public against mine?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">My neutral words</span><br /> +You've packed with import all your own. I strive<br /> +To bend not right or left, but keep my way<br /> +As even as Justice.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>To Señora</em>] Justice! There's a stone<br /> +That was my father.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Yet, my lord, this prince</span><br /> +Is of your house.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Is it for Cordiaz</span><br /> +To teach me mercy?</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">By my soul!</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">I know</span><br /> +Whence starts this softness. Mercy has no fane<br /> +Where you leave offering.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I know you too!</span><br /> +By holy Heaven, your head was never bared<br /> +In Justice' temple! You now seek my fall,<br /> +Because I've turned at last to check the hand<br /> +That rifles Goldusan. Is 't not enough<br /> +That I've unjewelled all her treasured hills<br /> +To alien avarice—that her forests bleed<br /> +The priceless sap of all primeval Springs<br /> +Into your golden stream? But I must lay<br /> +My people under bond,—sell them as slaves<br /> +To buy your stolen railways!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Stolen, sir?</span><br /> +I've paid——</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> I know what you have paid! You've sent<br /> +Your henchmen creeping in the night, to buy<br /> +At beggar's price our toil-built roads, and where<br /> +You could not buy, you bribed and thieved, till all<br /> +Was yours!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> What of <em>my</em> toil, that built the lines<br /> +Through half your provinces?</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">You paid yourself!</span><br /> +Took from my governors, half gulls, half thieves<br /> +Of your own breed, a hundred times the worth<br /> +Of every graded foot, in lands and mines<br /> +And water-power that holds the prisoned light<br /> +Of robbed futurity! Now we must buy<br /> +Once more those tracks, long over-bought,—pay you<br /> +A value centuple for every mile,—<br /> +Pay you in bonds—bonds in hell's verity—<br /> +Whose interest will outrun each reckoned year<br /> +The summed returns from our fool's purchase! No!<br /> +That is my word while I am Goldusan!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> You wake too late. I'll tell you so, my lord,<br /> +Since this imprudent burst thrusts courtesy<br /> +From court. Your ministers have given assent——</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> Have <em>given</em>! You'll over-steal enough<br /> +To quit their boldest price!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I'll not defend</span><br /> +Your chosen servants, sir.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <em>My</em> servants! Oh,<br /> +What State is free from scuttling greed that bores<br /> +For treasure through the stanchest hold?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> This moral chant comes late from you, my lord,<br /> +Who've fingered heavily in many a pie<br /> +Spiced in the devil's kitchen.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">But to sell</span><br /> +My people! Pay you this devouring price<br /> +For stock that hardy yields the groaning third<br /> +Of interest on your bonds! What shall we do<br /> +To pay it? Rob our treasury, and ask<br /> +Our worn-out slaves to fill it up again?<br /> +Not ask, but goad and lash,—for you must have<br /> +Your own—you honest mortgagees of babes<br /> +Unborn——</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Is all the scarlet on our hands?<br /> +What of that mountain province, sold entire<br /> +To foreign pockets, and the dwellers there<br /> +Torn up like shrieking roots and cast abroad<br /> +To fasten where they could?</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">And where was that</span><br /> +But in your hell-mouthed mines? You wanted slaves<br /> +And got them.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> I shall die, Señora!</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Listen!</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> The tyrant Cordiaz grown pitiful?<br /> +Then stones are butter, alabaster is<br /> +Uncrumpled down. You should have wept before<br /> +The Pueblo strike, then fewer corpses had<br /> +Gone out to sea.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> Don't name that thing to me!<br /> +Don't speak of it! I will not bear that curse!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Mine aged convert, lies it in your will,<br /> +Or juster Heaven's?</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">'Twas your property</span><br /> +My troops defended—and Rubirez lied.<br /> +Swore that the men foamed mad as tuskèd beasts,<br /> +And must be trashed to place,—men who had asked<br /> +No more than bread when you shut up your doors——</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Not I, my friend.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Your tool then. One of all</span><br /> +Your million hookèd hands fast in the heart<br /> +Of my poor country, shut your doors, thereby<br /> +To starve the wretches till they crawled to you<br /> +And begged their chains again. But they—their veins<br /> +Were not all tapped—they'd blood left, and arose<br /> +From their dumb prayers to <em>fight</em> for life—and then....</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> You sent the troops.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Because Rubirez lied!</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Because you knew there'd be no after-sale<br /> +For your high favors, once let titles drift<br /> +Unguaranteed. And when your work was done—<br /> +<em>Your</em> work, my tear-washed saint, why weary patience<br /> +Could not take further time to count the dead,<br /> +Or dig so many graves. They were piled up<br /> +And carted to the sea——</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Oh, every tide</span><br /> +Brings back their faces—staring, staring up!<br /> +Will God not answer them? I dare not shut<br /> +My eyes....</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> And this is why you weep so late?<br /> +Come, Cordiaz, you're broken. Leave a throne<br /> +Your own fears shake. You know that I must win.<br /> +Own you are mastered——</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Mastered! While I've breath</span><br /> +I am a king. If I win peace of God,<br /> +And his white angel let my dark soul out,<br /> +'Twill be for this—the last throe of my strength<br /> +Was spent against you!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Madly you've uncased</span><br /> +Your madness, and I know my weapons.</p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">So!</span><br /> +I too, my lord, know how to sleep and wake<br /> +With hand on steel.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Then is there more to say?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cor.</em> All's said. We're waited for. Assaria,<br /> +Will 't please you enter?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I thank you, Goldusan. [<em>They go in</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Don't comfort me, Señora. Not a breath.<br /> +I'll not disfigure shame with comfort's patch,<br /> +But droop as low as leprous dust, and take<br /> +Some pride in that. 'Tis dark here, dark. Pray God<br /> +I am asleep!</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dear princess!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Men do well</span><br /> +To keep the women blind. If once they knew,<br /> +They'd breed no more, but let a bairnless world<br /> +Escheat to God. Yet you, Señora, knew,<br /> +And you have children. By your motherhood<br /> +You've bound you Life's accomplice,—given it heart<br /> +And veins and an accepting soul!</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">I have!</span><br /> +Deny our hearts these babes, and we deny<br /> +The future that we fight for. Ah, defeat<br /> +May be endured by those who hold in lap<br /> +The victors of to-morrow!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Oh, my father!</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> This truth was edged and swift. You should have had<br /> +Love's lips to teach you——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I've been taught, my friend,</span><br /> +But would not learn. [<em>Rising</em>] Señora, it was I<br /> +Betrayed your brother!</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Yes.... I know.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">To death!</span><br /> +You do not understand. I killed him!</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">No.</span><br /> +There, love,—forget a little. I've a hope<br /> +He is not dead.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Not dead? What gives you hope?</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> Perhaps the nameless mentor in the heart<br /> +That tells us when our loved shrines are lit<br /> +And when they're out forever. But there's more.<br /> +Whenever Lord Megario's eye meets mine<br /> +There's something couched there speaks me living wrong,<br /> +Not wrong that's ended—locked within a grave<br /> +No prayer may open. He is burning yet<br /> +With uncompleted vengeance—and its shame.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Señora, you've a plan!</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">'Twill take much gold.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Ah, I have that.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And courage.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Well!</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Such as,</span><br /> +We're told, no woman has.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Here is my life,</span><br /> +And any Fate may have it that will make<br /> +Your brother live. Will you forgive me then?</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> [<em>Kissing her</em>] Ah, dear, you could not know....</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">How did you hear?</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> From Chartrien.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You are friends?</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">So true he seems</span><br /> +Not friend but friendship to my soul. And I<br /> +Talk here, while yonder he——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">They dare not! No!</span><br /> +My father would.... My father? Oh, Señora! [<em>Sobs hopelessly</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> We'll find a door to this.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Would Ziralay</span><br /> +Not help?</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> Had he the wit, he would not dare.<br /> +While I'm his wife he must keep double guard<br /> +Against suspicion.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Oh!</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">If there's one true,</span><br /> +'Tis Guildamour. I'll go to him.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">At once!</span><br /> +He took that path.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I know what shade he seeks</span><br /> +When he would brood.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exit Señora, upper right. Hernda waits drooping, as if +too weary for thought. A group of ladies and gentlemen +enter, lower right, among them Guildamour</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>Starting up</em>] Oh!—Guildamour!</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Your highness!</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Leaves his party chattering lower left, and crosses to Hernda</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Señora seeks you.</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Ah, about the prince?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> We have a hope, my lord, your hand may turn<br /> +Some stone of rescue.</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Mine are powerless hands,</span><br /> +Pinned to inaction's cross. My eyes may turn<br /> +No way that is not watched. To lift my lids<br /> +May raise a cry of "Treason!"</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">There's no help?</span><br /> +In all this land no help?</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Megario,</span><br /> +Could he be softened to it, is the man<br /> +Who might with safety slip a secret bolt<br /> +For Chartrien.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> He!</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> His name is set above<br /> +The nick of treason by his stern dispatch<br /> +Of poor LeVal,—and, that struck off, he yet<br /> +Is chronicled so dark that none would lay<br /> +A fair deed at his door.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Megario!</span></p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> I would not name him, but I know he loves you,<br /> +And there's no soul that love may not endue<br /> +With tinge of Heaven.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter Señora</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Señora!</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> [<em>Panting</em>] I have seen him!</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> The prince?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Not Chartrien?</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Yes!</span></p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Escaped?</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 17em;">The guards</span><br /> +Were of our heart—they let him make the wood—<br /> +I've hidden him——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Oh, where?</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Within the cave</span><br /> +Veiled by the waterfall. But safety there<br /> +Is minute-frail.</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> What way? He'll climb the wall?</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> And drop into the river.</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Yes. What guard</span><br /> +Walks there? I see. 'Tis Miguel. And I know<br /> +Somewhat of him,—more than he'd tell the winds.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> Thank Heaven for a sinner! When he's next<br /> +Behind the rocks, then to him, Guildamour,<br /> +And be his palsying conscience. Peg his feet<br /> +To the earth!</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> Trust me, Señora!</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I'll lead off</span><br /> +Those babblers. Princess, you're the watch,—you'll give<br /> +The signal.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Ah! What is 't?</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Two pebbles dashed</span><br /> +Into the water is our sign.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">The guard!</span><br /> +He's gone!</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> It is our time. [<em>Exit into wood, rear</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>As the talkative group move up</em>] Take them away,<br /> +Señora! It would kill me now to meet<br /> +A painted smile.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">I'll go. And you—be swift.</span><br /> +Don't stop—don't think. [<em>Joins group</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I know where lordings three</span><br /> +Wait for as many maids.</p> + +<p><em>A young lady.</em> You saw them pass?</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> Disconsolate.</p> + +<p><em>Young Lady.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">O, to the river!</span></p> + +<p><em>Another.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Come!</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>They go off with Señora, lower left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Now! [<em>Takes up two stones. Ziralay and Megario +come out of the house</em>]<br /> +Oh! [<em>She drops the stones. They cross to her</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">You wait?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I read the sentence.</span></p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Death.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> And when?</p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">To-night. They've given Vardas charge</span><br /> +Of 't. He's an eager butcher,—does not know<br /> +Delay.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You wished his death.</p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I voted no.</span><br /> +Megario laid my doubts.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Did he do that?</span></p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> He countered to their teeth.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>To Megario</em>] So merciful<br /> +Is hate?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> The prince's death would mean the fall<br /> +Of Cordiaz, and our houses rock with his.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Be clearer, pray you.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Vardas wants the throne,<br /> +And we've a sour and guilty faction here<br /> +Who'd see him on it, but they dare not move<br /> +Against a king yet rich in arms and friends.<br /> +And Hudibrand is not so absolute<br /> +That he may turn the army of Assaria<br /> +On the sole pivot of his word. For that,<br /> +Even he must knock the sleeping nation up<br /> +And ask good leave.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">You'd say, sir, Hudibrand</span><br /> +Would favor Vardas?</p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Short and plain, he does.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> What then?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The Assarians are proud, and where</span><br /> +They think their honor's pricked, their pride out-tops<br /> +Their judgment. Chartrien's death, whose ugly weight<br /> +Must lie with Cordiaz, will inflame their hearts<br /> +Till Hudibrand may send an army on us,<br /> +His people clapping to 't. In open day<br /> +They'll choose the road his cunning cut by night,<br /> +And pray him take it.</p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Ay, and where are we,</span><br /> +With Vardas crowned in Goldusan?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">I see.</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> He'd like my million acres in Peonia<br /> +Sliced for his foreign hounds!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter an officer</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">What trouble now?</span></p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> Prince Chartrien has escaped.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">And you in charge?</span></p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> I sent him with good men, or so I thought,<br /> +Being pressed to another way——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">His guards,—what name?</span></p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> Vinaldo, and a sergeant, who——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Vinaldo!</span><br /> +He's on the blue list, turning fast to black.<br /> +Did you not know it?</p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">I held him, sir, the pick</span><br /> +Of loyalty.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Well,—on. What else?</p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">They reached</span><br /> +The grove, passed in, and after prudent time,<br /> +The guards came out, smug as all right, and now<br /> +They're gone,—clear foot,—will doff you from the hills.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> A tale for Vardas! You may save your beard,<br /> +But not your neck.</p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">I'll not shake yet. The prince</span><br /> +Is in the grove. We'll soon uncover him.</p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> The walls are picketed?</p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">A double watch</span><br /> +Is on.</p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> That's well enough.</p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">On chance he makes</span><br /> +The wall, I've reinforced the river guard.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Both sides?</p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">A close patrol, both east and west.</span><br /> +Though he had fishes' gills and dived the stream,<br /> +He'd not get by. That way is fast against him<br /> +As Belam's iron door.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>To Hernda</em>] You're ill?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">No, no!</span><br /> +I'm well—quite well.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">The lily in your cheek</span><br /> +Lies not so bravely.</p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> [<em>To Ziralay</em>] If he gets out of this,<br /> +He'll steer around the moon. We'll find him, sir.<br /> +But he's most darkly hid. Has made a coat<br /> +Of leaves and plays the grouse trick on us.</p> + +<p><em>Zir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Come!</span><br /> +His majesty must know. [<em>Ziralay and officer go into house</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> How may I help you? Let the service be<br /> +Of such poor nature as your dog might give,<br /> +And pride will whistle to it.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">O, my lord,</span><br /> +I half believe you. When our angels fall,<br /> +Then devils are not black. And I have lost<br /> +My father.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Devils! You've a tongue.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Forgive</span><br /> +A heart unmantled, and too wild to choose<br /> +What word may veil it. I would say, my lord,<br /> +In this discolored world I now begin<br /> +To find you fair,——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">O, heavenly retraction!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> And if I ask a service it will be<br /> +No paltry one, but such as makes the king<br /> +Bow to the knight.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I'll prove this grace</span><br /> +Is native in me, and not solely lent<br /> +Of your new bounty!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Would you save the life</span><br /> +Of Chartrien?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> I would. Though a treasonous tool<br /> +Of rebelry, he should be held by me<br /> +A prisoner of knightliest war.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">A prisoner!</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> You can not ask his freedom! That would give<br /> +My foes clear argument to pluck me bare,<br /> +And set me outlawed on the rebel side<br /> +Of this deplored division.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Oh, not free!</span><br /> +And in your power!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">To hold him prisoner,—that</span><br /> +I'd undertake, and make the action good<br /> +Even to this bloody council.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">You'd dare that?</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> My policy is open, and I'd dare<br /> +To put it into deed that must commend me<br /> +To their unwilling justice. To do more<br /> +Would disarray all sense,—be fullest like<br /> +The idiot's gesture that disrobes the wretch<br /> +Of his last sanity.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Megario....</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> What secret is so dear these costly sighs,<br /> +Like gentle pickets ever reinforced,<br /> +Let it not pass?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">A secret? No!</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">But yes.</span><br /> +I push me by its fragile guardians,<br /> +And hear it beating in its citadel.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> What says it then?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You've seen the prince.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 16em;">My lord!</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> You know what shadow hides him.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">No, no, no!</span><br /> +My oath, sir, I've not seen him!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I would trust</span><br /> +One negative, not three. Give him to me,<br /> +And you will know he lives. Let him be found<br /> +By Vardas' men, and when you wake to-morrow<br /> +The earth will be without him.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">No, not you!</span><br /> +I'll go to Cordiaz. He'll save the prince<br /> +As he would save his throne. You've taught me that.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> He'd lose it so. Should Cordiaz to-night<br /> +Set Chartrien free, he'd rise without a lord<br /> +To bid him one good-morrow.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Ziralay....</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ask him? An ass whose ears if visible</span><br /> +Would signal Mars! Say he had courage for you,<br /> +He'd blunder with the prince to Vardas' arms.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Ah, <em>you</em> could do it,—set him free!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Nay—don't—</span><br /> +Don't ask it, if you've mercy! Your highness knows<br /> +I could not grant so much though lips I love<br /> +Above my soul should beg that treason of me.<br /> +Though they should take again those dearest words<br /> +That knighted me, and now lie in my heart<br /> +Like swelling seed of fortune! Let me shield<br /> +His life. In saintliest trust—— [<em>She shudders from him</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 11em;">You fear me so?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> I do! I do! You took away LeVal,<br /> +And he no longer lives.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">He does! My oath,</span><br /> +He does!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You spared him?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">By my soul, he lives!</span><br /> +But let the word sleep in your vestal ear,<br /> +Until these smouldering troubles die to dust<br /> +And feed the grass above them. For the State<br /> +Believes LeVal is dead, nor taints me with<br /> +Such treacherous clemency. See how I lay<br /> +My safety and my honor in your hands?<br /> +I give them, hostages for Chartrien!<br /> +Ah, you should know how I will guard your trust,<br /> +For when I say to you he does not live,<br /> +Your eyes will slay the single, nurturing hope<br /> +Of my own life!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>Battling</em>] I can not! I'm not Fate<br /> +To do her awesome work.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">We aid her most</span><br /> +With passive hand, as Chartrien's ghost will come<br /> +On mourning nights to tell you.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Oh, I'll speak!...</span><br /> +No, no! Ah, never, never!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>Resolute, giving up his suit</em>] I must join<br /> +The hunt. There's but one place—the cave——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">The cave!</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Those guards are fools—or shy of water.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 16em;">Sir,</span><br /> +What cave?</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> He's there. Your cold, uncandid calm<br /> +Has babbled it. The frost is crafty that<br /> +Puts out such anxious fire.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">My lord, if I</span><br /> +Should tell you....</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Quickly then! How canst debate</span><br /> +So fatally, knowing delay but robs him<br /> +Of venture's favor? Every moment steals<br /> +A bud of chance.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">How will you take him out?</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> I'll pass the gates unchallenged. Close without,<br /> +My car stands by,—a racer never spent,<br /> +And begs no pause. Know he is safe, and sleep.<br /> +Night will be secret, and we'll greet the sun<br /> +In my Peonia——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ah, Peonia's far!</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> And Vardas near.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Take these two stones, my lord.</span><br /> +Cast them into the falls——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">So! I was right!</span><br /> +But you must summon him.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">So soon a tyrant?</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> I'll take him from your hands,—no other way.<br /> +Your trust to me! And with my life I'll guard it!<br /> +For that you love him is my means to you.<br /> +Once in your heart, I'll win the throned place<br /> +Though all his saints defend it!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">True, my friend,</span><br /> +We shall be nearer, for anxiety<br /> +Will draw me to you with a longing like<br /> +The aching letch for morning in the eyes<br /> +Pain keeps astare. You then will be the goal<br /> +Of fondest question,—and from that—who knows?<br /> +Out of unbroken faith, and kindly shafts<br /> +'Tween hearts disponent, bridges have been built<br /> +For love's plenipotence to cross.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">You bid</span><br /> +Me hope?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> I do not say despair. Sometimes<br /> +A presto-worker sits within the soul<br /> +Of gratitude, and love that must give thanks<br /> +In name of one beloved, has then been known<br /> +To pass from the liege object to the heart<br /> +Whose compass held them both in selfless bounds<br /> +Of chivalry. And yet—I promise nothing!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> I ask no promise but the one I find<br /> +In words that so deny it. Now the thought<br /> +Is born, I'll make the naked infant grow<br /> +Heir of my princely opportunity.<br /> +Go now. An instant may defeat us. Haste!<br /> +My purse must buy a guard.<br /> + + [<em>Hernda goes off, upper right. Megario walks left and calls</em>]<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Benito! Ho!</span><br /> +You and your fellow!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">[<em>Enter two guards</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I have work for you.</span><br /> +You've seen my gold before. Here's more of it.<br /> +Stand for my word.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Hernda returns with Chartrien</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Gods give me time for one</span><br /> +Wild kiss! O, Heaven! To find and lose you in<br /> +One whirling breath!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>His pistol at aim</em>] You are my prisoner.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Señora rushes on left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> Oh, princess! Oh!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>To guards</em>] Move on with him.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Wait—wait——</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> No time.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> But I must tell——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Let fiends be dumb.</span><br /> +You damned and double traitress, this my hand<br /> +Could lay you dead!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>To Hernda, who seems dazed</em>] My goddess, I'll be true!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Kisses her, and goes off, lower right, with Chartrien and guards</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> You let him kiss you!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Who?</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Megario.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> I did not know it. I am dead, I think.</p> + +<p class="center1"><br />[<em>Curtain</em>]</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT III</h3> + + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <em>A yard, walled and spiked, of Megario's hacienda. A long, low +hut, the men's sleeping-quarters, at right. In upper centre, a smaller +hut which serves for kitchen and also as sleeping-room for several +women. On left, the yard continues, showing other huts used by families. +The entrance gate is off stage, left. An unused gate, locked and barred +in wall, right.</em></p> + +<p class="negidt"><em>Hernda, in the guise of a young Maya woman known as Famette, stirs a +pan of food which is heating on some coals in front of kitchen. Lissa +stands in door of hut watching her.</em></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> [<em>Stepping out</em>] You mend, Famette. But when you came—all thumbs.<br /> +A woman grown and couldn't spoon up fish!</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> It was the smell. How can they eat it, Lissa?</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> You'll eat it too.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">That? Never!</span></p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Another week</span><br /> +Will starve you to it.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Ysobel comes out of kitchen bearing apron full of cups +and spoons which she places on ground</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Yso.</em> [<em>Looking left</em>] Here's Masio in. [<em>Enters hut</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> He's always first.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">[<em>Masio comes up left</em>] How did my boy get on?</span></p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> I wasn't near him in the field.</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">He did</span><br /> +His stint?</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> I never heard.</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">No eyes, no ears,—</span><br /> +All belly, you!</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> [<em>Taking up spoon and cup from the pile</em>]<br /> +Fish! fish!</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Beans first. You know</span><br /> +The rules.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> I've teeth can break 'em. Fish, Famette!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 5em;">[<em>Famette puts fish into his cup</em>]</span><br /> + +There'll be a blessed cleaning-up to-night.</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> More beating? Has the master come?</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> [<em>Nods</em>] <span style="margin-left: 11em;">And on</span><br /> +The rounds. He'll clear the yards. News from the north<br /> +Has turned him red and black.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> A flogging? Oh,<br /> +If you were men you'd fight with your bare hands<br /> +Till you were free!</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Free as the dead. Our blood</span><br /> +Would soak the earth and make more hennequin,—<br /> +That's all.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Then run away.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">How far? The swamps?</span><br /> +To sleep with snakes—a week or less?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Across</span><br /> +The ridges.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> Where the sun would lap you dry<br /> +As crackling cat-guts? Thirst would draw you in<br /> +To th' next hacienda well. The masters own<br /> +The water, and in this land, that's life.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">No chance?</span><br /> +They never get away?</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Sometimes a man</span><br /> +Makes Quito, but he soon comes back.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Comes back?</span></p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> What else? In Quito there's no work. He starves.<br /> +And here—there's beans. So he gives up, and then<br /> +They send him back.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> And he is flogged?</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Ay, till</span><br /> +His bones crack.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Oh! He bears it?</span></p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Like a man,</span><br /> +My dear.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> The coward!</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">So—back to the field,</span><br /> +Mute as a snail, and poorer too, for then<br /> +The dream is gone of any life but this.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> They have no spirit—none!</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Much as you'll have</span><br /> +This time next year.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Next year? I shall be gone.</span><br /> +My debt was just ten pesos.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> [<em>Incredulous</em>] <span style="margin-left: 2em;">You were sold</span><br /> +For that?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> I'll work it out.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Be 't ten or hundreds,</span><br /> +Who comes here stays. You'll soon know that, my bird,<br /> +And limber your fine neck.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>As they talk, men and women enter in groups of scores +and dozens until there are several hundred in the yard. +They are mostly of mixed blood, their color ranging +from the full brown of the Maya to the pale olive of +the Peonian aristocrat. At a spout, upper left, they +wash their hands, then drop about wearily. One man +sits near Famette, his head sunk on his chest. She +lays her hand on his shoulder</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">What, Garza, you?</span><br /> +Who were so blithe this morning, on your way<br /> +To freedom?</p> + +<p><em>Garza.</em> [<em>Rocking</em>] Mother of God! Oh, Mother of God!</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> What is it, Garza?</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">There you have it! You see</span><br /> +Who comes here stays.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">But he was free! His friend</span><br /> +Brought twenty pesos to pay off his debt.</p> + +<p><em>Gonzalo.</em> And when he went to pay it, on the books<br /> +There stood two hundred pesos against Garza.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> Two hundred—twenty,—you see, Famette,<br /> +How much a little "o" can do.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">They dare</span><br /> +Do that? I'll see the magistrate! [<em>The men stare at her</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> [<em>Patting her shoulder</em>] Poor girl!</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> I will! Why not? What is he for?</p> + +<p><em>Gon.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">What for?</span><br /> +To see we are well beaten when we ask<br /> +For justice. He must serve who pays him,—that's<br /> +The master.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Oh, you worse than slaves!</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">No names,</span><br /> +My proudling. Wait a year, then what you please.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>The men have been eating. Ysobel stands in door of hut +holding a great bowl of beans from which the peons fill +their cups. Lissa gives out the fish. Her boy, Iduso, +crouches by her skirts</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> [<em>To boy</em>] Not eat? Now you're a man? Twelve years to-day!</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> [<em>Bending over Iduso</em>] Is 't fever, Lissa?</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> [<em>With sullen jealousy</em>] Let him be, Famette.<br /> +What do you know? You've got no children.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">I've</span><br /> +A little brother.</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Brother! Nothing that.</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> He's just Iduso's age.</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> [<em>Softened</em>] <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">And has to take</span><br /> +A man's work on him?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">N-o——</span></p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">I said it now.</span><br /> +What do you know? Look at your hands—not stumps<br /> +Like mine.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> Who hugs the post to-night?</p> + +<p><em>Gon.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">I heard</span><br /> +Of seven warned.</p> + +<p><em>Yso.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">My man! He hasn't come!</span></p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> God's mercy, give us peace! It was his turn<br /> +To put away the knives.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Ysobel leans against hut. Famette takes bowl from her</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">There's seven, you say?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ben.</em> None from this yard. Famette, you haven't seen<br /> +A flogging yet?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> And never will, you beast!</p> + +<p><em>Ben.</em> Your never's short,—less than an hour.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> What do you mean?</p> + +<p><em>Ben.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">The whip draws blood to-night,</span><br /> +And we must all look on, for our soul's good.<br /> +It is the master's order.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">I'll not go!</span></p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> Why, God looks on, Famette, and so may we.<br /> +All Heaven sees it, and I'll pledge my—fish—<br /> +That not an angel blanches.</p> + +<p><em>Gon.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You should see</span><br /> +The master!</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <em>He</em> is there? Does <em>he</em> look on?</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> O, not quite that. To eye the work<br /> +Would show too grossly, but you'll see him there,—<br /> +Somewhat aside, leaning against a yew,<br /> +Most carefully at ease. Then he will light<br /> +A delicate cigar that fills the grove<br /> +With a fantastic odor, like, we'll say,<br /> +Faint musk that creeps on burning pine.<br /> +You will approve the quality, Famette.<br /> +That is his signal.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Oh!</span></p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long as he puffs,</span><br /> +And soft, white rings twirl upward to the leaves,<br /> +The lashes fall. And when, grown gently weary,<br /> +As 'twere half accident, from his high thoughts<br /> +Remote, he clears the cindered tip—like this—<br /> +The whip is still.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Where, where am I?</span></p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">In hell,</span><br /> +Sweetheart.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Who are you, Masio? You are not<br /> +As these that suffer speechless.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Pinch the difference!</span><br /> +A little learning, and a few opinions<br /> +That brought me here.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> [<em>Moving aside with him</em>] What did you do?</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 17em;">I spoke</span><br /> +The truth too near the ear of Cordiaz,<br /> +And there's no greater crime.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">You are a prisoner?</span><br /> +But you're not guarded.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> No, they leave me free,<br /> +In hope I'll run. Then they will shoot me down.<br /> +And you—what brought you here? Ten pesos<br /> +Could never buy you—nor a hundred either.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> I mean to lead these men to join Bolderez:</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> What! Lead them out?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">And you will help me do it.</span></p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> Well, when I want to die. You're mad.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 18em;">We're all</span><br /> +Sprats in a net. <em>You'll</em> not get out, once let<br /> +The master see you. Better hide those eyes——</p> + +<p><em>Yso.</em> [<em>Running and catching Masio by the shoulder</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">You lied to me! You lied! They've got my Grija!</span><br /> +Down in the lower yard!</p> + +<p><em>Grija.</em> [<em>Entering and making his way to her</em>] No! Here I am.<br /> +Safe in, old tear-box.</p> + +<p><em>Yso.</em> Holy Mary! +[<em>Tells her beads rapidly as he leads her aside</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> [<em>Aroused</em>] Men!<br /> +If Osa looked from yonder mountain scarp,<br /> +Would she descend to lead such currish hearts<br /> +To liberty?</p> + +<p><em>Gon.</em> We are not dogs.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Then shame</span><br /> +To bear the life of dogs!</p> + +<p><em>Ben.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">What do you know</span><br /> +Of Osa?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Know? Does she not guard the shrine<br /> +Cherished ten centuries in your secret hills?<br /> +Priestess and princess, daughter of your kings,—<br /> +The ancient poet kings who ruled and sang<br /> +In palaces where now your huddled huts<br /> +Give you a slave's foul shelter!</p> + +<p><em>A Voice.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Will she come?</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> To such as you? With heads hung down, and backs<br /> +Bared for the whip? The moment that you hold<br /> +Your manhood dearer than your life, she'll stand<br /> +Before you. Then you'll see——</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">For God's sake, hush!</span><br /> +The master!</p> + +<p><em>Ben.</em> [<em>As all look left</em>] No, it's Coquriez.</p> + +<p><em>Gon.</em> With his Gringo.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Coquriez enters with Chartrien. They cross right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Leave me alone.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">My soul, am I not sick</span><br /> +Of your dumb lordship? Now the master's here,<br /> +I hope, by Jesu, that our ways will part.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Turns and joins the men, leaving Chartrien seated on the +stone step of one of the doors to the long hut, right. +Megario enters unseen and stands watching, left. They +gradually become aware of his presence, and all are silent</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Coquriez!</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> [<em>Crossing left</em>] Here, sir!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>The tension relaxes slightly. Lissa and Ysobel quietly +distribute food and the men eat in silence. Famette +keeps in shadow, a shawl over her head, and vainly +tries to hear what Megario and Coquriez are saying. +They talk in low tones at left, then more centre, front</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Shoot the Gringo, sir?</span><br /> +I thought he was to live.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">It must be done</span><br /> +To-morrow.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'll do it.</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Take him on the road,</span><br /> +And don't come back with him.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">To-morrow, sir?</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> At day-break. Drop him cold. I was a fool<br /> +To let him live a day!<br /> + + [<em>Famette has advanced too far and Megario sees her</em>]<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Who's that?</span></p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">There? Oh!</span><br /> +I bought her in last week.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">The day I left?</span></p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> I think 'twas then.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">An old one,—so you said.</span></p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> About the Gringo, sir,——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">What is her name?</span></p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> Famette.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Famette goes back to the women</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">A figure too.</span></p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">It's not so easy</span><br /> +To drop a white-skin——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Come, Famette! Come here.</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">[<em>She turns and comes slowly</em>]</span><br /> + +Old? By the gods! Why did you lie to me?</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> My lord ... you like none past fourteen.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">She's that</span><br /> +Half over.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Brazen devil! Come, Famette.<br /> +I like your name. I like your face too, girl.<br /> +Don't be afraid. Show me your eyes. You won't?<br /> +Where have I seen you?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I'm a stranger, sir.</span><br /> +My home was in the north.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">That fester-spot!</span><br /> +A stranger? Then we must be good to you.<br /> +Where do you sleep?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">There, in the hut.</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">You'll have</span><br /> +A better soon. Next time I'll see your eyes. [<em>Going</em>]<br /> +Mind, Coquriez, to-morrow! Do that well,<br /> +I'll pardon this. [<em>Exit</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">What is 't you do to-morrow?</span><br /> +And why do you need pardon? You who serve<br /> +So well?</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> My pretty bird, I've been too slow.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Too slow?</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">I've limped, and lost.</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Ah, Coquriez!</span></p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> You're not afraid of <em>me</em>. You look at me,<br /> +And turned from him. That's honey on his curse!</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> He curses you? And you do all for him!<br /> +All that he asks you,—things he dares not do<br /> +With his own hand.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">You care for that?</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">You risk</span><br /> +Your soul, perhaps,——</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">'Tis certain. Pray for me,</span><br /> +Chiquita.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> When?</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To-morrow I must leave</span><br /> +The Gringo in the marshes.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Oh, 'twas that!</span><br /> +And paid with curses——</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> [<em>Calls, as a new batch of men come in</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Come, Famette! Here's work!</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> We'll talk again. [<em>Hurries to Lissa</em>]</p> + +<p><em>A man.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">The beans are cold.</span></p> + +<p><em>Another.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Soured too!</span><br /> +Gray Moses, here's a life!</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Do you complain,</span><br /> +O, comrades? Now your hour is come? The pearl<br /> +O' the long ungarnished day? The holy hour<br /> +Of—beans? Why, think! What do we live for, men?<br /> +For sweaty moments battling 'gainst the sun<br /> +To strip the thorny hennequin? For nights<br /> +Of bitten sleep in unwashed pens? Not so.<br /> +Lift up your cups! Here is the crown of toil!<br /> +Each day we reach our life's supremest dome,<br /> +And know we're there! Can man ask more? Even kings,<br /> +Though the gold frontal of munificence<br /> +Is bowed before them, yet must fretting guess<br /> +The morrow's store. But we, my friends, we know!<br /> +Then let each separate and distinct legume,<br /> +Dear as the Egyptian treasure lost in wine,<br /> +Delay as preciously——</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> [<em>Cutting him across shoulders</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Come down from that!</span><br /> +There's more for you, my friend, i' the lower yard.<br /> +I'll tie you up.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">O, Coquriez, let him go.</span><br /> +<em>You</em> should not care. His tongue was born with him,<br /> +And God may mend it. Let the fool alone.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> Hmm, if you ask me——</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Thank you, Coquriez.</span><br /> +I'll stand for him he'll not offend again.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> My tongue is glue. 'Twill stick to its place.</p> + +<p><em>A man.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">Fish! fish!</span></p> + +<p><em>Another.</em> He's had his share.</p> + +<p><em>The man.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Not half a cup!</span><br /> +O, Jesu, I am starved. I did my stint,<br /> +And helped the boy, Famette. Can I do that<br /> +On half a cup?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">No, Berto, here is more.</span></p> + +<p><em>Yso.</em> The Gringo does not eat.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I'll take him this.</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Fills cup from bowl of beans and goes to Chartrien, who is +still seated on the step, listless and observing nothing</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Señor?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Who spoke? O, you, Famette? No, thanks.<br /> +I can not eat. [<em>Turns from her</em>] That's twice I've heard the voice<br /> +Of Hernda. Madness creeps, but surely comes.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> [<em>Over his shoulder</em>] You must escape to-night.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Facing her</em>] Escape? To-night?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Here, hold the cup, and eat. Do, sir! We're watched.<br /> +To-morrow Coquriez leads you to the woods,<br /> +Comes back alone——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">At last I know my hour.</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> But you shall live. Last night I worked till day<br /> +At that locked gate. 'Tis open. None suspects.<br /> +Outside there's water in a flask, and bread,—<br /> +Beneath the cactus at the left——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">But how</span><br /> +Get out? I am locked in at night, and watched<br /> +At other hours.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Eat, eat, and listen, Señor!</span><br /> +To-night a flogging in the lower yard<br /> +Will empty this. You'll go with Coquriez.<br /> +Urge him to bring you back. Say you are ill,—<br /> +For that you are,—and come. Here I shall hide,<br /> +And as you pass, will suddenly step out<br /> +And speak to Coquriez. You fall behind,<br /> +In shadow of my hut, move round it, wait<br /> +This side, then see what's next to do.</p> + +<p><em>A man.</em> [<em>Calling</em>] Famette?<br /> +Where is Famette? She doesn't count the beans.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Famette goes back to the men</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> It is a lure. If I attempt escape,<br /> +Then Coquriez shoots me dead, his soul just clear<br /> +Of murder.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> [<em>To Famette</em>] Our Gringo's learned to eat, I see.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Now do they change confederate nods, and gaze<br /> +Their mated thoughts. Down, down to dust, my heart!<br /> +The struggle's off. I'll fight no more. Yon stars<br /> +Have rest for me. Is 't so? Vain footing there.<br /> +What rest have they, that share with man the surge<br /> +From life to life? There Jupiters unfound<br /> +Whirl cooling till their straining sides may bear<br /> +Ocean and land and clinging bride of green;<br /> +And Saturns, nameless yet, cast travailing<br /> +Their ringed refulgence. Not the frozen moons<br /> +May fix in stillness, but sweep captive back<br /> +To flaming centres when their planets call.<br /> +There old, dead suns, that think their work is done,<br /> +Meet crashing, ground to cloudy fire whose worlds,<br /> +Far driven, traverse time and know men's days.<br /> +Ay, one may go beyond the ether's breath,<br /> +Farthest of all, to be another First,<br /> +Undreaming this our God. And I must shift<br /> +Eternal and unresting as those suns.<br /> +Then let Death hasten. He shall be as one<br /> +Who timely strips a wrestler of his cloak,<br /> +And, kindly freed, I shall uncumbered leap<br /> +To other battle, finding armor where<br /> +I find my cause.</p> + +<p><em>A man.</em> [<em>To Famette</em>] My turn. Here, give me that.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> The Gringo's had no fish.</p> + +<p><em>The man.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Then give me his.</span><br /> +He doesn't care. Has run already from<br /> +The smell.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> I'll give you half. The rest<br /> +I'll take to him.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He'll come for what he wants.</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> No, he is sick, poor devil! [<em>Goes to Chartrien</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Humph!</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> [<em>To Chartrien</em>] <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You'll take</span><br /> +The chance? There is no other.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">It's a trap.</span><br /> +You risk your life for me, a Gringo? No.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> You must believe me! Oh, what can I say!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Say nothing. Go.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">I love you, love you, Señor!</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> You would persuade me.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Sir, the wine you found</span><br /> +Behind your prison door,—and good, clean bread,—<br /> +I put them there!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">'Twas you, Famette? I thought</span><br /> +That Coquriez did it,—feared I'd die before<br /> +The master came.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Not his brute heart! And then</span><br /> +That night, of fever——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Yes! What then?</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">I lay</span><br /> +Outside your jail, my head against the wall,<br /> +That I might hear if once you groaned, or know<br /> +If sleep had come.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Can such love be for me?</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> You must—you <em>must</em> believe me!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">God, your eyes!</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">[<em>She lowers her head</em>]</span><br /> + +... 'Tis madness, bred of these sun-poisoned days,<br /> +And nights without a hope.... Look up, Famette.<br /> +I do believe you.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> [<em>Kissing her rosary</em>] Mother, adored and blessed!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Wilt be a beggar soldier's bride, Famette?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> You do not love me, Señor.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">But I love</span><br /> +Your gentle heart that warms mine empty,—love<br /> +Your eyes, like memories burning,—and your voice<br /> +That's linked to an old wound in me,—but most<br /> +I love your soul that is as great as truth<br /> +And strong as sacrifice. You'll come to me<br /> +In Quito, if I make escape? I'll find<br /> +A way to bring you out——</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">You're mine?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Till death.</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> And after that?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I'll give you truth for truth.</span><br /> +Beyond this world I hope to meet a soul<br /> +Who did not walk in this, but ought to have,<br /> +For here her body dwelt. This side of death,<br /> +My life—a bitter one, that only you<br /> +Have sweetened—is your own, if you will have<br /> +So mean a gift.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Ipparro has entered the yard and becomes a centre of altercation. +He starts out taking Lissa's boy, Iduso. +There is a shriek from Lissa, and Famette hurries to her</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">My boy! My little one!</span><br /> +God strike you dead, Ipparro!</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">You'll not flog</span><br /> +The boy?</p> + +<p><em>Ipp.</em> He didn't do his stint by half.<br /> +You know the master's rules. He's twelve years old.<br /> +Must cut three thousand leaves.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">A man's full work.</span><br /> +And he's so small.</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">And sick he is. Two days</span><br /> +He couldn't eat.</p> + +<p><em>Ipp.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">You women!</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Let him go.</span><br /> +A little child, Ipparro.</p> + +<p><em>Ipp.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Let him go?</span><br /> +Am I the master of the hacienda?<br /> +He'll tie <em>me</em> up to-morrow!</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">It will kill</span><br /> +Iduso.</p> + +<p><em>Lis.</em> Such a little one, he is!<br /> +A baby yesterday,—to-day a man,—<br /> +How can that be?</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>An overseer enters left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Overseer.</em> What's up? Come on with you!<br /> +The master waits,—burns like perdition! Come!<br /> +Come, all of you! The women too! Clear out!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Drives them out. Famette slips into her hut. Chartrien +joins the men and follows last with Coquriez. They +stop left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> Won't see the show?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I'll not go on.</span></p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Come then.</span><br /> +I'll lock you up. [<em>They turn back</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">We'll have an early march</span><br /> +To-morrow, mate. Must hit the brush by dawn.<br /> +There's little sleep for me.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Shall I have more</span><br /> +In that hot pen?</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> [<em>Laughs</em>] You'll make it up, I guess.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> I understand. You'll murder me.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">My soul!</span><br /> +Let's keep our manners, though we sit in hell,<br /> +My occupation's decent, nothing said.<br /> +The silent deed is clean, but mouth it once,<br /> +The hands will smell. Pah!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">[<em>Famette steps out of hut</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Here's my kitten!</span><br /> +A kiss, my honey-pot!</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I've better for you.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<em>Gives him a bottle of wine</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> My ducky! From the master's cellar!<br /> +. . . . . . . . . . How——</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> No matter. It is good.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Thief of my soul,</span><br /> +A kiss!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>As he attempts to embrace her she springs back, pointing left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Look, look! He's gone! The Gringo flies!<br /> +O, Coquriez, you'll be shot!</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> [<em>Stunned for a moment, springs off shouting</em>]<br /> +Help! Stop him! Help! [<em>Exit left, firing his pistol</em>]<br /> +The Gringo! Stop him!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Famette runs to gate right, where Chartrien is removing bar</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Come! Fly with me! Now!</span><br /> +I can not leave you here!</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Go! Do not stop,</span><br /> +However weary, till you're safe in Quito.<br /> +The wounded hare, remember, takes no nap.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Come, come!</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">No, I am safe. And there's more work</span><br /> +For me. They'll come back here to search. Nay, go!<br /> +Another moment and we both shall die!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Kissing her</em>] I'll wait in Quito,—then a husband's kiss!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Goes. Famette puts up bar, then returns to her hut and +sinks at door</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> If I could pray! If I could pray! How far<br /> +Seems that old God I knew! A playhouse God<br /> +Who never saw the world! [<em>Leaps up</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 10em;">They're coming back!</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Sits again, abjectly, her shawl over her head. Megario, +Coquriez, and peons, enter</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Where is the woman?</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">There she sits,—the witch!</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Stand up! Take off that shawl!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Famette stands up. A man snatches the shawl from her head</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Famette! Not you?</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> [<em>Cowering</em>] I, master.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>To men</em>] <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Search the yard. Turn every leaf</span><br /> +And stone.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>The men scatter</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> I'll give that gate a look. [<em>Crosses to gate right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">This was</span><br /> +Your drooping modesty! [<em>Turns on Coquriez</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 9em;"> You fool!—to let</span><br /> +The man escape! By Heaven, you might have burnt<br /> +The hacienda down and not have made<br /> +My blood so hot!</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">It was the woman, sir.</span><br /> +She jumped before me, smiling like a devil,<br /> +And when I tried to pass she caught my knees<br /> +And held this thing up, saying 'twas for me.<br /> +I kicked her off——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">No doubt!</span></p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">And when I turned</span><br /> +The prisoner was gone.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>To Famette</em>] You saw him go?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Yes, master. Through the gate, like wings. And then<br /> +I gave the warning. Coquriez knows I did.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> What did she say?</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">She cried "The Gringo flies!"</span><br /> +And pointed there.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> [<em>Returning</em>] The upper gate is fast.<br /> +He went that way. [<em>Nods left</em>] Beneath the cypresses<br /> +Into the maguey fields.</p> + +<p><em>A man.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">He'll not get far.</span><br /> +He has no water.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">He will die in th' brush,</span><br /> +And I shall never know it. Alive or dead,<br /> +He must be found. I'll flog a man a day,<br /> +Until I see his bones.</p> + +<p><em>Gon.</em> [<em>Coming up</em>] He is not here.<br /> +We've looked in all the huts.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ipparro?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ipp.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Sir!</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Send men abroad, for fifty miles about,<br /> +To put the haciendas on the watch.<br /> +He must come in for water. Choose good men,<br /> +Who <em>ride</em>, and see no wenches by the way.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> My lord, I've served you long——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Too long, you hound!</span><br /> +Where is your lady's token?</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">This, my lord.</span><br /> +She thrust it in my hand.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And left it too!</span></p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> I knew 'twas yours.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>To Famette</em>] A thief too, are you?</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Famette crouches, drawing shawl over her head</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">True,</span><br /> +Coquriez, you have served me long. I'll add<br /> +You've served me well until to-night.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">O, pardon!</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> I trusted you. And held your hand as mine,<br /> +To make my wishes deeds.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;"> 'Tis sworn your own!</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Then prove it. Take this whip. Come, take it, man!<br /> +Now flog that witch.</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Famette! A woman, sir?</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> The devil's second name is woman. Do it!</p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> A heavy hand I've laid on men, my lord,<br /> +But never yet——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Her smile struck deep to make<br /> +Such putty of your heart.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 5em;">[<em>Coquriez drops whip</em>] Pick up that whip!</span><br /> +<em>You</em> want its kisses, do you? Pick it up,<br /> +Or you shall feel them to your traitor bones!<br /> +I'll have you flogged together!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Coquriez slowly picks up whip. Famette rises, throwing +off her shawl</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Hear me, men!</span><br /> +For men you are,—not beasts. Your hands are strong<br /> +In ceaseless toil. Day after day you pile<br /> +Your master's wealth more high. Day after day<br /> +You sweat your way a little nearer death,<br /> +That he may kick your bodies from his path<br /> +And set your graves in hennequin. But know<br /> +Who toils may fight! The hand that lifts a spade<br /> +May bear a sword. The strength you give to him,<br /> +Use for yourselves. Your master is one man,<br /> +You are five hundred——</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Gods! I'll stop your mouth!</span><br /> +You men there—go—you dozen at the gate—<br /> +Go to the dry-yard—load your backs with fibre—<br /> +And bring it here!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<em>Men go out</em>]</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">I'll teach you now, you slaves!</span><br /> +You are five hundred—yes—and I am one,<br /> +But in me is the might of Goldusan!<br /> +The power of Cordiaz is in my whip,<br /> +And back of that is iron Hudibrand!<br /> +Kill me to-night, to-morrow you shall die,<br /> +Each dog of you,—you know it!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 5em;">[<em>Men come in with fibre</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Throw the stuff</span><br /> +Against the hut. There, pile it up. More, more!<br /> +Now, Coquriez, the gentle, you've refused<br /> +To ruffle your fond dove,—here's sweeter work,<br /> +And for no hand but yours. Put her within,<br /> +Then fire the hut. [<em>Utter silence</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 6em;"> What terror's on you, beasts?</span></p> + +<p><em>Coq.</em> In God's name, sir, you dare not!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">In the name</span><br /> +Of all who know how power is kept, I dare!<br /> +Move there, you dog!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 5em;">[<em>Coquriez stands motionless</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Do you refuse again?</span><br /> +Then ... in your heart. [<em>Shoots. Coquriez falls dead</em>]<br /> +Who'll be the next to stand on feet of lead<br /> +When I say "Do?" Gonzalo! Garza! Out!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<em>The men do not move. Megario lifts his pistol</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Spare them, Megario. I'll go in.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 12em;"> [<em>Enters hut, closing door</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>Trembling</em>] <span style="margin-left: 7em;">That voice!</span><br /> +Who is this woman? Speak! Who knows? I've heard....<br /> +Bah! I'm a fool!... Take up that lantern there,<br /> +Gonzalo. Break it on the fibre. Move!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>He stands with his weapon drawn. The door of the hut +in thrown open and Famette appears. She wears a rich +robe, gleaming white, with blue and gold cabalistic broidery. +In her hand is a sceptre, on her head a crown with +a single star. The men, with cries of "Osa! Osa!" +fall upon their knees, foreheads to ground, then leap up, +changed, and glaring. They seem ready to spring upon Megario</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Shoot now, Megario! [<em>Silence</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You dare not do it!</span><br /> +Kill me,—kill one of them,—shoot till your weapon<br /> +Pants its last murder, and a hundred hands<br /> +Will tear you limb from limb and bone from bone,<br /> +Till every separate shred of you be cast<br /> +To its own devil! Shoot, Megario!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 5em;">[<em>His hand falls. Famette steps into the yard</em>]</span><br /> + +Where are the masters who can help you now?<br /> +The mighty ones who know how power is kept?<br /> +Look on these men. Their blood sings as it sang<br /> +Through centuries gone,—with courage that was theirs<br /> +Ere ships came up like night on this doomed coast<br /> +Unloading hell!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;"> Who are you, woman? Who?</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> The spirit of these people, absent long,<br /> +But come at last to be their hearts' old fire.<br /> +Four hundred years you've trampled on their bodies,<br /> +But see—look in their eyes—you have not slain<br /> +Their God.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> Your name! Who are you?</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Riven hills</span><br /> +May hide the shrine of long unsceptred kings,<br /> +And keep their royal secret year by year.</p> + +<p><em>Voices.</em> Hail, Osa! Osa, queen!</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">What do you want?</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Three things, Megario.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">What are they?</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">First,—</span><br /> +That I may pass from here, free as I came,<br /> +With every soul that will go out with me.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> The way is open. Go.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">And you with us.</span><br /> +Far as the coast, where willing transport waits<br /> +To bear us northward. Then you may go free.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 14em;">[<em>Turns to the people</em>]</span><br /> + +There brothers wait you, men,—there freedom's tongue<br /> +Is beacon fire. The whole of northland sings,<br /> +A canticle of flame. You'll go with me?</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> [<em>Loudly</em>] We'll follow Osa!</p> + +<p><em>Voices.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Osa! Osa! On!</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> Gonzalo, choose you men, a thrifty score,<br /> +To fill the water-jars and get us food<br /> +From the hacienda stores.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<em>Gonzales passes out, men following at his signal</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">The third demand,</span><br /> +Megario, is this. That key you belt<br /> +So close—<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">[<em>Megario claps hand on key</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Yes, that,—it must be mine, to unlock</span><br /> +A dungeon here and free a prisoner<br /> +Whom you for love of torture keep alive.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> No, that's a lie.</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Deny it to the stars</span><br /> +That saw you yesternight steal up like crime<br /> +To a dark grating, saw you gloat, and fling<br /> +The crumbs that will not let your victim die,<br /> +Though scarce they give him life.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> [<em>Gasping</em>] <span style="margin-left: 5em;">A lie!</span></p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">The key,</span><br /> +Megario.</p> + +<p><em>Meg.</em> I will not——</p> + +<p><em>Fam.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">In my hand!</span><br /> + + [<em>Megario takes key from his belt and hands it to her</em>]<br /> + +I thank thee, God, my hand may turn the key<br /> +That frees Rejan LeVal! Now forward, men!<br /> +O, glorious to be men! Ipparro, walk<br /> +Beside our prisoner. Garza, be his aid.<br /> +Two days of marching, then the friendly sea.<br /> +And if you toil again amid these fields,<br /> +You'll take the fruit. On!</p> + +<p><em>Men.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Osa! To the sea!</span></p> + +<p class="center1"><br />[<em>Curtain</em>]</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT IV</h3> + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <em>The Grove of Peace, as in second act. Late afternoon. Two +officers meet as curtain rises.</em></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> So Cordiaz is fallen.</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Joggled down</span><br /> +At last, poor man!</p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> When all the ghosts he made<br /> +Come back to weep his fall, I'll swell the flood<br /> +With half a tear, no more.</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then you're for Vardas?</span></p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> By glory, no! He'll open Goldusan<br /> +To every thief that knocks.</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Trust Hudibrand</span><br /> +To guard the door. Till he has plucked the goose,—<br /> +Then they may shave it for their part.</p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">So, friend?</span></p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> Phut! Goldusan's his box of snuff—held so—<br /> +And as he pleases, tchew!—'tis empty.</p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Come,</span><br /> +I'll walk your way. [<em>They move, right</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">What of this truce? Goes 't deep?</span></p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> As flattery may plough. It is our croon<br /> +Of compliment to our new-seated king.</p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> Nay, president. We're a republic now.</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> Spell 't king or president, it means the same.</p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> But with Bolderez ours, the truce should last.</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> Why, 't may, till night. Bolderez, friend,<br /> +Is not the revolution.</p> + +<p><em>First Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">He's the heft of 't,</span><br /> +And's made a full surrender.</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Made his terms!</span><br /> +His officers are guardians of the State,<br /> +And he—he's stallion of the court, submits<br /> +To curb and comb that he may prouder prance<br /> +And keep the herd at stare. Surrender? Lord!<br /> +I think it!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Third Officer, from left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Third Off.</em> What's stirring, friends?</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Sleep-walkers.</span></p> + +<p><em>Third Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">Ay,</span><br /> +This amnesty makes idlers.</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">So to-day,</span><br /> +But work brews for to-morrow.</p> + +<p><em>Third Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You've a secret,</span><br /> +And I've a guess that picks the lock to 't.</p> + +<p><em>Second Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Come!</span><br /> +These leaves are listeners.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>They go off, lower right. Enter by path upper right, +Señora Ziralay and Guildamour</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">To find you here</span><br /> +Makes my best hope a sluggard, far outgone<br /> +By th' dear event.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I came five days ago,</span><br /> +The princess with me, here to wait return<br /> +Of Hudibrand. That you have come with him,<br /> +Makes sober welcome blithe.</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">He's slack in health.</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> That's written plain.</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">What iron's in the man</span><br /> +That he yet lives?</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">He's been in conclave?</span></p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Yes.</span><br /> +Five nights he routed sleep from th' drowsy synod,<br /> +And hung upon us turning every flank,<br /> +Till Protest paled and Patience bled at heart.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> And at the end?</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">He held our sealèd bonds,</span><br /> +And Vardas sat secure.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">The bonds? We own</span><br /> +Our railways now?</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">We do. And Hudibrand</span><br /> +Owns us,—that is, the bonds. A good, stout noose<br /> +For a nation's neck.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">And all these days he's been</span><br /> +In th' capital?</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">In closest session, though</span><br /> +A stage-fed rumor held that he was gone<br /> +From Goldusan. The harried people fear<br /> +Assarian power, and on the jealous watch,<br /> +Keep Hudibrand in burrow.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">He's gay-blown</span><br /> +With confidence. I hear from Ziralay<br /> +He made a careless peace with all the friends<br /> +Of tottering Cordiaz.</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">That carelessness</span><br /> +Was sea-deep cunning. Favors will go high,<br /> +They'll find. Megario gave full half his lands<br /> +For place in th' Cabinet.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Megario moved</span><br /> +In blaze of censure, and did well to escape<br /> +Singed of but half his goods. Two prisoners lost——</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> Ah, Chartrien and....</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Rejan!</span></p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Be guarded here.</span><br /> +Fate rustles at that name.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">O, Guildamour,</span><br /> +Fear is the silent warder that divides<br /> +Our secret hearts. Give it the tongue of daring,<br /> +And like a blest interpreter 'twill bring<br /> +Our hopes together.</p> + +<p><em>Gui.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">There is stir within.</span><br /> +Come from these walls, Señora. And if your hope<br /> +Is on the road with mine, I've news will make<br /> +The wayside sing. Winds gather here and yon<br /> +That may out-swagger even Hudibrand.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>They go back along cascade path, as Hudibrand, Diraz, +Mazaran, and Golifet come out of house</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> [<em>Holding up letter</em>] Nay, fearless majesty might take more note<br /> +Of this despatch.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">That beggar's mewl?</span></p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">There's power</span><br /> +In every word. LeVal must harbor strength<br /> +We do not know of.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Tush! That is the vaunt</span><br /> +Of weakness, not of power.</p> + +<p><em>Maz.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">What is 't he says?</span></p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> Avers him free of this imposèd truce,<br /> +And gives a fair foe's warning he'll attack<br /> +Whene'er and how he can.</p> + +<p><em>Maz.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Well bragged.</span></p> + +<p><em>Dir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">His guns,</span><br /> +No doubt, are cooler than his pen.</p> + +<p><em>Maz.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">What more?</span></p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> Repudiates Bolderez, and declares<br /> +Himself the head of the Insurrectionists,<br /> +Sole authorized to speak and treat for them.<br /> +My lord, what shall I answer?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Answer? Humph!</span><br /> +Treat with a rag-pole? We'll not sag to that.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter, right, Señora and Guildamour</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> My dear Señora, is our freakish daughter<br /> +In hiding from us? We've not had her greeting.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> She knew you close engaged, my lord, and left<br /> +The hour to you. I'll tell her of your pleasure.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> My steps are yours. [<em>To his companions</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Each where he would, my friends.</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 14em;">[<em>Goes in with Señora</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Dir.</em> I'm for a swim.</p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">And I.</span></p> + +<p><em>Maz.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">The river? With you!</span></p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> [<em>Leading left</em>] Bolderez' men are gathering opposite,<br /> +Behind the river woods.</p> + +<p><em>Maz.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">The pick of camps.</span></p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> They know it too. There's water, and the trees<br /> +Are cool and friendly.</p> + +<p><em>Dir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Was it not resolved</span><br /> +Bolderez' men should join the Federal Guards?</p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> They do, in th' main. This is a straggling wing<br /> +Left in the hills, that we have given leave<br /> +To station here.</p> + +<p><em>Dir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">That's prudence too.</span></p> + +<p><em>Maz.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Why so?</span></p> + +<p><em>Dir.</em> I'm windward of a whisper.</p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">About LeVal?</span></p> + +<p><em>Dir.</em> He's circling in. Let Hudibrand laugh low<br /> +Or the enemy will hear him.</p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">This LeVal</span><br /> +Was dead and buried,—three months out of life,—<br /> +Shook from remembrance as the stalest clutter,—<br /> +Now, save our eyes, he's jumped alive and rides<br /> +Our foremost thought! Enough to send a man<br /> +Back to his marrows. I shall pray to-night.</p> + +<p><em>Maz.</em> A plunge for resolution! That will cool it.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exeunt lower left. Señora comes out of house and crosses +to seat, right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> 'Tis five o'clock. No sign! But he will come.<br /> +He comes!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Enter Chartrien, lower right. They meet silently and +clasp hands</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> My friend! I thought you far from here.<br /> +Safe in the capital. But nothing's strange<br /> +To those who've moved mid miracles. You've seen<br /> +LeVal?</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> I have.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> I long to greet him. O,<br /> +Such walking of the dead renews the earth<br /> +And makes it habitable! I have heard<br /> +It was Famette who saved him,—added that<br /> +To array of deeds that must unlaurel all<br /> +The heroines of time.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">There'll be an hour</span><br /> +To talk of that. Now you must see the princess.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Hernda is with you? <em>Here!</em></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">And Hudibrand.</span><br /> +No danger there. He wants you now, and says<br /> +You'll find good grass if you will leap the stile.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Answering her smile</em>] So blind as that? Poor mole, +he's been in th' ground<br /> +Too long. Will never get his eyes.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Ay, he'll</span><br /> +Deny the sun till 't bakes him in his burrow.<br /> +But Hernda,—O, what welcome waits you, friend!<br /> +The ivory-crusted temple, shut and sealed<br /> +To eternal airs, is now a fane of rose,<br /> +Whose cloistral stairs, that wound so futilely,<br /> +Will now through fragrant twilight lead you up<br /> +To windowed Heaven. Come! Come, take your own!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> No! Wait....</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">A lover speaks that word?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">Señora,——</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> That wound she gave you here is open yet?<br /> +But you were wrong, and with your wretched doubts<br /> +Assailed her in the hour she lay on rack<br /> +To save you.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> On rack for me? She gave me up.<br /> +Gave me to him,—Megario,—knowing that<br /> +Meant death.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And yet you live.</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I—?</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Live. Do you not know</span><br /> +You were to die that night?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">I've heard.</span></p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Those hours</span><br /> +She gained for you meant life.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">She gained for me?</span><br /> +I saw his lips on hers.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">You did. And I—</span><br /> +I saw her face. The dead are warmer. She<br /> +Could bear that touch for your sake, and on that<br /> +Bore too your curse.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">For me? I'll hear no more,</span><br /> +Señora.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> You will see her now?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Not now,</span><br /> +Nor ever. I am here by pledge, to meet—<br /> +A friend.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Masio enters lower right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> Is this—the man?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">No, but I know him.</span><br /> +He's seeking me, I think.</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">I'll leave you then.</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Seizing her hands</em>] Nothing to Hernda!</p> + +<p><em>Señ.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;"> Nothing. You and she</span><br /> +For what may come. [<em>Goes in</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">You, Masio? From Famette?</span></p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> No, from the camp.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">The camp! But she is there?</span></p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> That's guessing, sir. There's fernseed on her wings.<br /> +She flits invisible, then bat your eyes<br /> +You see her.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> I've her word she'd meet me here.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> Queer place. You come from Quito?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Yes. 'Twas there</span><br /> +I had her letter making this strange tryst.<br /> +I've travelled from that hour. Famette has left<br /> +Her name upon the air, and all the way<br /> +I heard it.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> She's the bird of courage, dares<br /> +Go far as our LeVal himself. But here's<br /> +What brought me, sir. [<em>Gives Chartrien a letter</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">'Tis from LeVal.</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">His hand!</span><br /> +His living hand! [<em>Reads, pales, and stands silent</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Bad, sir?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">No, good. 'Tis good.</span></p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> Then I'll be off. My head's no show variety,<br /> +But I'd not trust it long in th' grove of Peace.<br /> +We'll see you soon in camp?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">To-night, I hope.</span><br /> +Famette holds key to that.</p> + +<p><em>Mas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">The first star bring you! [<em>Exit</em>]</span></p> + +<p class="bblockquot"><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Reads letter</em>] <em>When you see the princess Hernda, +kiss for me the hand that gave me freedom. It was she +unlocked my dungeon and nursed my bones to life. What +I am is hers, and therefore yours. Le Val.</em></p> + +<p class="noidt">Hast grown so spent, O Fortune, that one stroke<br /> +Must deal both death and life?—with hand that parts<br /> +The night, show too my rainbow loss?.... All, all<br /> +My future sold to the gray usurer Grief,<br /> +Who gathers up as sapped and withered leaves<br /> +Time's unimagined buds! No eve, no dawn<br /> +With Hernda! No brief night that makes<br /> +The sun unwelcome as he golds desire,<br /> +The warm mist-flower where we lie its heart!<br /> +Unbrace thee here, my courage! Valiancy,<br /> +First god and last in man, unbuckle here!<br /> +... How meet Famette? Smile on her smiles? Deceive<br /> +Her love? She'll lay her head upon my heart<br /> +And hear it crying "Hernda!".... Hernda lost!<br /> +I must not dream here open to the risk<br /> +Of her unanswered eyes. Their lure would make<br /> +Dishonor, that on wreck feeds rampant, spring<br /> +Unshamed in me. I would forsake Famette.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Goes right, upper path. Hernda comes from house and +crosses rapidly to him</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Chartrien! Come! [<em>He turns slowly and meets her</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 10em;">You take my hand, here where</span><br /> +You wished me dead?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">That you have offered it</span><br /> +Proves me forgiven.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;"><em>You</em> forgiven? Ah,</span><br /> +Has my atonement swollen above my fault<br /> +Till I may nod a pardon where I thought<br /> +To kneel for one?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">LeVal has written me. [<em>Kisses her hand</em>]</span><br /> +This kiss is his salute, and that 'tis his,<br /> +Not mine, makes my lips bold to leave it here.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Forgiven! Dawn is on my sky, that hung<br /> +Unutterably black! Yes, it is true<br /> +I saved LeVal. From Fate's own arms I snatched<br /> +My treachery's sequence, though his meantime pain<br /> +Is ever writ against me. Yet I too<br /> +Knew misery that might be mate of his.<br /> +And for that other wrong—here where we stand——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> My wrong to you! Nay, don't forgive me that.<br /> +Leave me a wound to keep me ever paying<br /> +The debt of pain that solely eases guilt.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> I had to choose,—Oh, agony of choice!—<br /> +Between your death as certain as the night<br /> +And your surrender to Megario,<br /> +That seemed but death postponed, yet held a hope<br /> +Worth any hazard. That you live is proof<br /> +My choice was God's. My reasonless despair<br /> +Held Heaven's sanity. Ah, that you live<br /> +Is substance of reward, joy's permanent<br /> +Sweet soil, but there's a flower to spring from that,<br /> +A nodding ecstasy that I may pluck<br /> +For my own bosom,—is there not?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Don't—don't——</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You turn away? You've still a doubt of me?<br /> +Then modesty may save her frigid self.<br /> +I'll speak for love, the one best thing this side<br /> +Of Heaven. You've taken my hand, and now my heart,<br /> +And all myself would follow it. My heart,<br /> +My body, and my risen soul. Yes, risen!<br /> +My past of clay is quickened with a breath<br /> +That waits not death to know itself immortal,<br /> +And this is all my pride, that by that breath<br /> +I'm rich enough to give myself to you.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">[<em>She waits for him to speak. He makes no answer</em>]</span><br /> + +I am rejected, having but my shame<br /> +To cover naked love. Yet vanity<br /> +Finds me this scanted shroud. Seeing you here,<br /> +My hunger guessed at yours. I felt you came<br /> +To seek me, else my heart, timid with fault,<br /> +Had kept its silence, though my tongue had given<br /> +As now a friend's good welcome.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">I have come,</span><br /> +But not to you.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">For why then? I've an ear</span><br /> +Of caution. Let my veins, at too swift flood,<br /> +Grow slow as prudence in what work you will.<br /> +Now that our aims are near as once our hearts,<br /> +You'll let me help? I swear by both our souls,<br /> +And yours the dearer one, that our desires<br /> +Are one bent bow, and if our arrows speed<br /> +They'll kiss at the same mark.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I'm fathoms deep,</span><br /> +But in a sea as sweet as ever closed<br /> +O'er drowned felicity!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Why are you here?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> To keep an oath!—that kept is our division,<br /> +Yet forfeited would so untreasure me<br /> +That being's god would blush dishallowed way<br /> +Quite out such husk of man!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">An oath?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Oh, first</span><br /> +In made self-curses I'll unload some part<br /> +Of this stuffed loathing for the wretch I am!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Nay, I'll not listen.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Star that was a maiden,</span><br /> +Do not believe I loved you when my days<br /> +Ran tribute at your feet,——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Say anything</span><br /> +But that. Those days were mine, and true.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">False, false!</span><br /> +For love is generous as the heart of bounty,<br /> +Giving defect perfection. Narrowed hours,<br /> +Beseamed and flawed, take from its seer-lit eyes<br /> +The unstinted, dear proportion secret yet<br /> +In Time's full dream.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">'Twas I who failed——</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Not you!</span><br /> +That midnight moment held the dawn of this,<br /> +All this that now you are, and love had seen<br /> +The folded glory of yourself had love<br /> +Been there to see. But I cast dust upon<br /> +Your sleeping wings, and did not know your heart<br /> +Till wounds had laid it bare.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">How could you know</span><br /> +More than its native bosom where it dwelt<br /> +Strange and unguessed?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">If I had loved,</span><br /> +Such soul of fragrance had not hid from me<br /> +This unbound blossoming.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">We must forget</span><br /> +Love's morning miracles forever missed.<br /> +His fair, warm day is left us,—sunset's gold,<br /> +And evening with the stars. That is enough<br /> +For me and you——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">My pledge! I'm here to meet</span><br /> +Famette!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Famette! I know her.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Know her! You?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> And know she loves. Then it is you she waits?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> She saved my life. But that unvalued thing<br /> +Is debt's mere rubble. 'Tis her love makes up<br /> +The sum unpaid and out of reckoning.<br /> +And I—how can I tell you?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">If you loved,</span><br /> +Look up. No shame can be where love has been.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> I've no defence,—yet say that you were lost<br /> +In midmost desert sands, and suddenly<br /> +A flower at your feet breathed of the woods<br /> +And darkling velvet shade where rest might be....</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> But that's a miracle.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">So was her love</span><br /> +To me. Or say that flam and falsity<br /> +Ensnarled your every way till no true thing<br /> +Seemed left on earth, and then in lifted flash<br /> +Truth's priestess eyes looked from a human face<br /> +And you were loved,—what startled warmth would say<br /> +Your heart yet lived? Would you keep back your life<br /> +In barren hug? Deny its sunless gray<br /> +To gentle eyes that asked but leave to lay<br /> +Their radiance there?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> I understand. She gave,<br /> +And I demanded. So the gods decree<br /> +Her boughs shall bloom and mine go bare.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Oh, Heaven!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You love her, Chartrien?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Silence be on that.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> I'll know it,—hear you say it. Is your heart<br /> +Mine, or Famette's?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> My life is hers.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Your heart!</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Is yours.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ah! Then—I give you to Famette.</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>He kneels to kiss her hand. Hudibrand appears in door +of house, left. Smiles, and crosses to them</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Up to her lip, you rogue! A humble suitor<br /> +Gets humble favors.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Rising</em>] You, my lord?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Your hand,</span><br /> +My boy.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> It was my head you wanted, sir,<br /> +When last we met.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Not so. I meant to save you,</span><br /> +But Hernda spiked my train. To have you die<br /> +Quite safely in a rumor was the sum<br /> +Of my intent against you.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You're not well,</span><br /> +My lord?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Most well!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">He's lost some sleep.</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Tut, tut!</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> You stay full long in Goldusan. I thought<br /> +You nearer home.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I'm cruising in the gulf,</span><br /> +By th' morning papers,—the <em>reliable</em> ones.<br /> +The gutter rags have guessed me,—but no matter.<br /> +I've seen the play through, and I go to-morrow.<br /> +Pouf! It has been a game!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You speak as 'twere</span><br /> +At end.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> It ends to-day. [<em>Looks at watch</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">'Tis just the hour.</span><br /> +Now Vardas is proclaimed the president<br /> +Of a liberated people.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">What of that?</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> He's bowing now. "I thank you, gracious friends,<br /> +Most loyal citizens——"</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">What's that to do</span><br /> +With freedom's war?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">It merely ends it.</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">What?</span><br /> +You think we fought for that? A change of caps<br /> +Upon two brigands' heads?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Tut, you've won more.</span><br /> +You with some justice warred on Cordiaz,<br /> +But Vardas is of heart so liberal<br /> +His people shall be rich in privileges<br /> +As many and as fair as in Assaria.<br /> +Myself will vouch it.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">I will vouch it too.</span><br /> +As many pits fed with the souls of men,<br /> +As many images of God deformed<br /> +In lawless fray to hold the peaks of greed<br /> +And at the top sit on their goblin gold<br /> +Content with bestial purr, who might have touched<br /> +The heavens with song.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Is that for me, my boy?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> As many lives tramped out in hunger's scramble,<br /> +As many factories where driven wives<br /> +Forget the altar dream of babes and home.<br /> +As many sweating traps where flames may feed<br /> +On flesh of maidens, leaving still, charred bones<br /> +Whose only fortune is to ache no more.<br /> +As many brazen mills that noise their thrift<br /> +Above the ceaseless shuttle of small feet,<br /> +While you, the great arch-master, think none hears<br /> +That drownèd pattering. As many marts<br /> +Where, in law's shadow, girl-eyed slaves are sold<br /> +To blows and lust. As many cripples thrown<br /> +Upon the dump-heap of a soulless Peace,<br /> +Each season piled to moaning wreck more high<br /> +Than ever War made in its darkest year.<br /> +As many holes where life must lie with death<br /> +For privilege of sleep. Oh, I could give<br /> +Black instances till yonder sun be set<br /> +Nor end your loathsome list!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">A rare, hot sermon,</span><br /> +But I'm not Providence, that from my hand<br /> +Must pour unfailing bounty.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Humble, sir?</span><br /> +I thought you claimed a power that gave the world<br /> +The shape you chose.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">But I must use the stuff</span><br /> +I find here. That I can't remake or change.<br /> +So must my world show flaws and ugly spots<br /> +Due to its substance, not to my good pattern.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> That stuff, sir, is the same that lifted us<br /> +From four feet up to two! The elements<br /> +That played like death upon it but aroused<br /> +Their conqueror. In the embrace of winds<br /> +It made us ships and gave us wings. From dust,<br /> +The very dust that choked it, grew the dream<br /> +That lifts it deathless, an eternized God.<br /> +And surely as your grip makes it a slave,<br /> +You teach it freedom. In your clutch 'twill find<br /> +Once more the need creative, and upswell<br /> +With power that shall leave you by the way<br /> +As heaving seas leave straws upon the sand.<br /> +You shall be <em>nothing</em>. As a dream that dies<br /> +With waking—lost so utterly<br /> +The sleeper knows not that it was—so you<br /> +Shall be a vanished thing that man born free<br /> +Can not reclothe in guess!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Peonia's sun</span><br /> +Has touched your wits. You still think of revolt?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> I think of victory.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Your comedy</span><br /> +Is past its hour. Come, Chartrien, give it up.<br /> +Confess the war is done.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Bolderez' guns</span><br /> +Will make confession of another sort.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> O, ho! I see a light. You have not heard<br /> +The morning news. Bolderez has come in.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Come in? Your couriers flatter you. He holds<br /> +The heights of Gila with five thousand men.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> That's yesterday. To-day those brave five thousand<br /> +Are soldiers of united Goldusan.<br /> +Bolderez is adviser to the State,<br /> +A tinker in high place, who solders fast<br /> +The civic split——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> You dream! This is not true!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Yes, Chartrien, it is true. We've lost Bolderez.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> He—has—deserted?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">No, he proves him loyal</span><br /> +To me, his master.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">You?</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">He served me always.</span><br /> +You fool, this was <em>my</em> revolution.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Yours?</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Bolderez led my troops. It was for me<br /> +You fed his bony beggars. Ha! For me<br /> +You stuffed their hungry pockets with your gold!<br /> +I loosed your fortune when I know 'twould save<br /> +My own a gouge. But I've not dodged the score.<br /> +Those guns and horses for the Gazza scare<br /> +Cost me some paper——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You? My God! <em>Your</em> war?</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> I knew the storm would sweep out Cordiaz,<br /> +So strode its back that I might hold the bit<br /> +When came my hour. My boy, you fought for <em>me</em>.<br /> +I made you do it—I, whom you have said<br /> +Shall be as nothing. Where's the mighty sea<br /> +Shall toss me as a straw——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">O, father, peace!</span><br /> +You see he dies!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Don't waste your tears. He'll live.</span><br /> +I've made good oxen out of wilder bulls.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> He cannot live! The pain of it, the pain!<br /> +When aspirations have returned as wounds,<br /> +Then even the soul must die!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">They all get up.</span><br /> +Stout workers too,—quiet, serviceable,<br /> +Pestered no more with dreams. Here, give him this. +[<em>Offers a flask</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Rousing, pushing flask aside</em>] Ay, no more dreams.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<em>Springs up</em>] But action! Keep Bolderez.</span><br /> +We have LeVal, whose undiscouraged heart<br /> +Bears on its tide the conquering desire<br /> +Of twenty thousand men!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Humph! Where are these</span><br /> +Invisible veterans?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Some gather now</span><br /> +About his banner,—some wait in the hills<br /> +Till they are sure it is his voice that calls,—<br /> +Some in your favor wrapped go to and fro<br /> +In your own camp, feeding a fire your gold<br /> +Can never light,—some dream till we have oped<br /> +Their prison doors,—in every part and corner<br /> +Of Goldusan, there's courage on the leap<br /> +To reach his side.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">What dribble!</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Rein this storm?</span><br /> +No human hand, nor Heaven's now, may leash it.<br /> +It is the throe when travailing Life is shaken<br /> +In absolute birth that makes undreamèd news<br /> +Even in the ear of God.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Fanatic! Fool!</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Have I not tried to teach you——</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Teach yourself!</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Come, come!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">I mean the words. The race has learned</span><br /> +Its lesson while you've played with sand. At last<br /> +The dumb, trod way has spoken 'neath man's feet,<br /> +And by that word uncovered he has learned<br /> +What he shall <em>not</em> be,—knows what heights of sun<br /> +Are his, and seeing takes his road,—no more<br /> +Battering in wild and bruisèd ignorance<br /> +A destiny of stone. Ay, consciousness<br /> +Has wakened in itself the unknown god<br /> +That gives the race its eyes. You, you a king?<br /> +Who do not know that every man is heir<br /> +To kingship that must leave such thrones as yours<br /> +Outcoursed and little recked as the strewn toys<br /> +Of childhood!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Mud-sill dynasties. You know<br /> +That I am master.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Master? You believe</span><br /> +That man, at top of conquest, who has made<br /> +Nature his weariless serf, and set the yoke<br /> +From his own neck on her divinities,<br /> +Will seal to you—weak, myriadth part of him—<br /> +Those wizard captives bending to the dream<br /> +Of his new world? Gird you with fortune that<br /> +He wrenched from stony ages?—let you gorge<br /> +The magic fruit snatched by his perilled being<br /> +In starward battle up the abysmal steep?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> I am a fact,—not words.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">You can believe it?</span><br /> +At last on dawn-browed heights, with victor foot<br /> +On mysteries bound the genii of his wish,<br /> +He'll trail his hopes to kennel? Let you pluck<br /> +His universe unflowered, and shrink life<br /> +To growling brevity 'tween lash and bone?<br /> +A slave to <em>you</em>? Obstructive clod,<br /> +Who could not stir with one life-budding dream<br /> +Though holy imagination tipped with fire<br /> +Should score her script upon you!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>A physical pain overcomes Hudibrand. Hernda runs to +his side. He regains composure, his manner forbidding +solicitude</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">I am patient.</span><br /> +One word of mine would send you manacled<br /> +To prison. If you are here to lay down arms——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> I'm not.</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">O, father! The amnesty!</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">That shelter</span><br /> +Is not for him!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> Then speak your word, and learn<br /> +You fight not men but man. Wide as the world<br /> +His spirit blows against you, and little part<br /> +You'll cage in this one shackled body.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">One?</span><br /> +We'll drag the earth, or net the pack of you!<br /> +LeVal, marauding ghost, we'll prick his blood<br /> +Beneath his spectral mask. And that mad trull,<br /> +Famette, your holy maid——</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">She's safe from you!</span><br /> +God is about her as she walks among<br /> +Your hope-lorn slaves and touches their dead hearts<br /> +To life.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> To folly they are sick of! Ah,<br /> +Once more I've news. Your swarthy Joan has fled,<br /> +And all her magic warriors of a day<br /> +Again are beggars.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Fled?</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">To her cactus lair.</span><br /> +But she'll trapse back between two bayonets,<br /> +Stripped of her phantom wings.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">She is not gone.</span><br /> +That heart of truth! When she deserts LeVal<br /> +There'll be a breach in Heaven, and fiends may claim<br /> +The day for hell and you.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">'Tis mine without</span><br /> +Such warm avouch. Your chaparral cock and hen<br /> +Have parted company. Her followers now,<br /> +Cursing and naked, straggle to our camps——</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Your pardon, sir! You are deceived.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Ho, ho!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> They're with LeVal. Not one stout heart is lost.<br /> +Famette but lends her captaincy to his<br /> +In needful absence——</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You are much too wise.</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> I know Famette.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You—what? Know <em>her</em>?</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 16em;">I do.</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> This is the fruit of that mad jaunt,<br /> +Through Goldusan! Where have you seen her?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">Here.</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Not here? That woman? Are you mad, my girl?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> I love Famette. If we were one, I'd be<br /> +But cinders in her saintly fire.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Here, miss?</span><br /> +You've had her with you? Sniffed and cheeped together,<br /> +And drowned my kingdom in a gossip cup?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> If men, the bravest, are but flies upon<br /> +Your monarch ermine, that with careless shake<br /> +You scatter, can you fear a woman?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">What?</span><br /> +Mocked by a chit? I fear? You mannerless filly,<br /> +I've let you plunge and ramp o'er all my fields,<br /> +But I'll not have you whinnying at the fence<br /> +Till roadside jades break through! She has been <em>here</em>?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> She has. Dined at my board, slept in my bed,<br /> +And so shall do again.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I'll welcome her!</span><br /> +And send you trucking home! You shall not wait<br /> +For any whimsy this or that!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">But, sir,——</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> No trumpery packing,—no unready whine!<br /> +This hour! That you should moil your royalty<br /> +Touching such scum!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Nay, I was scum until she gave me substance.<br /> +I had no soul until she made hers mine,<br /> +No cleanliness of heart till I knew hers,<br /> +No knowledge till I looked through her clear eyes,<br /> +No riches till I wrapped me in her rags——</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> You're raving!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">No. Ah, father, father, I'm</span><br /> +Famette,—your daughter! I've not been in Cana,<br /> +But in the pits your greed has dug,—down, down<br /> +Where misery is so vile its own abyss<br /> +Shudders to hold it. Chartrien, now you know<br /> +My tale untold. I see your mind runs back<br /> +To light a way it travelled in the dark.<br /> +O, you were blind! I'd know you near though masked<br /> +In utter change.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> I'm folded now in sun<br /> +That makes me blind again. Are you Famette?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>Showing her bared arm</em>] See this brown circlet +left that you might find<br /> +A trace of her? I've crossed the universe——<br /> +Through hell—and reached you, have I not?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> [<em>Embracing her</em>] <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">All sweet</span><br /> +Forfending stars now heap their fortunes one<br /> +And drop it on my heart that borrows heaven<br /> +To hold the imponderable gift!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Ah, poor Famette!</span></p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em>'Twas you—in that foul hacienda pen?<br /> +And would not speak?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I meant to save you, sir.</span><br /> +And had I told you then, would you have set<br /> +So blithely off to Quito?</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And left you there!</span><br /> +How can you think it?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Do I, sir? Nay, love,</span><br /> +Nor ever did. I knew you'd ruin all<br /> +With your big "won'ts" and "don'ts."</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">O, sagest heart!</span><br /> +But here you kept my joy-gates shut so long.<br /> +Why such slow mercy, golden one?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">You'll hear it?</span><br /> +There is a teasing devil in me, Chartrien,<br /> +That must have play.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Ah, no!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ay, and an ounce</span><br /> +Or so of cruelty, that would not let<br /> +Your frailty go unpinched.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Nay, 'tis not so!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> You'd rather think I put to royal test<br /> +Your godship? Wooed with lips so near your own,<br /> +And found you stanch to honor? That may be,<br /> +But I've a shameless reason dearer still.<br /> +I wanted all your love for Hernda,—all.<br /> +And had I said too soon that we were one,<br /> +Then on your breast my heart had never known<br /> +Which maid you clasped.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">You ever, sweet!</span></p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Yet she</span><br /> +Is dear. My joy could never be content<br /> +Within your heart beside unfaith to her.<br /> +She must have room there, not in name of love,<br /> +But truth. So you shall hold us both.</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Like this?</span><br /> +Grow to my heart, O garland of myself!<br /> +Be breath of me, till, like a double tree,<br /> +Root, sap, and bloom are one,<br /> +And in our noble fruiting Time forgets<br /> +To mourn Hesperides!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Heaven hold thy wish</span><br /> +The prayer thou meanest it!</p> + +<p><em>Cha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">One bliss is man's</span><br /> +The perfect angels know not. In the arms,<br /> +Warm, rhythmic, round his battling soul, to feel<br /> +Spur of his noblest blood, and know his dreams<br /> +Are mated,—find in lightest winds that stir<br /> +Love's tremulous hair, the brave wing of his hope<br /> +That needs go farthest,—and when seasons fail,<br /> +And weary spirit turns from waste to waste,<br /> +Know lips that he may touch and touching kiss<br /> +The fallow world to harvest. Thus, and thus!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Hudibrand, forgotten by the lovers, has fought through +another moment of agony, and advances, taking hold +of Hernda</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Are you my daughter?</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I am, but I've known hours</span><br /> +When shame, a cleansing fire, searched through my blood<br /> +For any drop that owned you father.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">In!</span><br /> +Go in! [<em>To Chartrien</em>] And you—I'll rid the earth of you,<br /> +And take its thanks! [<em>Staggers with a return of pain</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> [<em>Her arms about him</em>] O, father, let us help!<br /> +What is it, father?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Nothing. Keep away!<br /> +Away!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Throws her off. Enter, lower right, an officer attended</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> Your majesty, there's sure report<br /> +LeVal makes ready to oppose his guns<br /> +To our weak garrison.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> [<em>Ironic</em>] <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The spectre's near?</span></p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> Across the stream,—the east and wooded bank.<br /> +A hundred times our force could not dislodge<br /> +His guns from such a vantage.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Guns? LeVal?</span><br /> +He has no guns!</p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">You'll hear them soon. I beg</span><br /> +Your highness' pardon, but your dignity<br /> +Would not be touched if you should hasten out.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter, lower left, Golifet, Diraz, Mazaran</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> My lord!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> What is this tale? You, Golifet?<br /> +You are in charge!</p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">'Tis treachery, sir! I warned</span><br /> +Your majesty——</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Come, what's the story?</span></p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">This.</span><br /> +Bolderez' officers whom we gave leave<br /> +To station near us, thus to put more guard<br /> +Between the town and rebels that might creep<br /> +Down from the hostile hills——</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">This egg's all shell.</span><br /> +Come, sir, the meat!</p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">They were in secret yoked</span><br /> +Most traitorously with LeVal, and all their men<br /> +Were coupled to his cause. They gave him cover<br /> +To lead his army up——</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">His army, sir?</span></p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> His followers——</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">There may be treachery</span><br /> +Uncapped among us.</p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">'Twas by your advice</span><br /> +We gave them leave to camp——</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">I trusted fools!</span><br /> +Or traitors! You've a choice of names.</p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">I beg</span><br /> +Your majesty to come with us. They'll fire<br /> +At any moment.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fire? Then we shall know</span><br /> +At last where we may find LeVal. You've wired<br /> +To Vardas, Golifet? He must despatch<br /> +The Federal Guards——</p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">It is too late.</span></p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Too late?</span></p> + +<p><em>Maz.</em> We can not save the town.</p> + +<p><em>Off.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">The citizens</span><br /> +Are fleeing. Do not delay, your majesty!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Fire of guns is heard</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Cowards! Before you fly, arrest that man.<br /> +Look to it, Golifet. You'll answer for him.<br /> +Let him be trebly guarded.</p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Is not this</span><br /> +The missing lord, Prince Chartrien?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Ay, that traitor!</span></p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> At this hot juncture, prudence must forbid<br /> +A needless insult to the enemy<br /> +That may too soon be master.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Insult!</span></p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Come,</span><br /> +My lord.</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> By every god that was or is——</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Guns again heard</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Gol.</em> Please you, retire, your majesty!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Men gather excitedly from different parts of the grove. +Guests and servants desert the house</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Maz.</em> Come, come!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>A shell breaches the wall, rear. Stones fly among the +trees. The house is battered and portico torn away</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> Grant me this favor. Let me be the last<br /> +To leave the Grove of Peace. Ha, ha! The last!</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Come, father!</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Go! I've asked a favor, friends.</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>They turn from him and pass slowly out. Hernda and +Chartrien remain</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Her.</em> Now you will come?</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">When <em>you</em> have gone! Go, go!</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>More shells. Chartrien carries Hernda away, lower left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Hud.</em> [<em>Alone, racked with pain</em>] My foe is nearer than those feeble guns.<br /> +Bah! I could crush them! Here I am fordone.<br /> +No, no! I'll not surrender. I will live!<br /> +I'll keep my world. I fought for it, and won.<br /> +'Tis mine! I will not leave it to these mice<br /> +To scramble over. [<em>The agony seizes him</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">A coward foe, that gives</span><br /> +No even chance. Strikes from the dark, with blade<br /> +Tempered secure in undiscovered fire.<br /> +... Shall then the world go on and I not here?<br /> +I shall be here,—a pile of dust, no more,——<br /> +That is the hell of hells,—while other dead,<br /> +Who made them souls here out of faith and clay,<br /> +Race on unflagging,—on and leave me still,—<br /> +The everlasting mute!... Souls? That's a lie.<br /> +A ranting, tom-tom lie, to ease us on<br /> +The wheel. I'll none of that. The sick mind's pap!<br /> +Imagination's vent, lest misery<br /> +O'er-rack the world! Protective fume<br /> +Enclouding man's last grapple till none see<br /> +If he or Death be victor, and on the doubt<br /> +He rides to Heaven!...<br /> +... Was 't truth that Chartrien spoke?<br /> +The race has found its eyes? Man is no more<br /> +A blind and hopeless struggler cornered fast<br /> +By ills unconquerable?—his lusting wars,<br /> +Diseases, hungers, Hudibrands? Then what<br /> +A chance was there, my heart? If I had fought<br /> +Upon his side!... <em>That</em> battle would have made<br /> +Red Fate throw down her bludgeon,—won us place<br /> +To vanward of the gods!... If I had fought<br /> +With him.... Obstructive<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">clod!... My God! <em>My</em> God?</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>He dies. Sunset has passed, and the darkness grows rapidly +until nothing is seen but the gleam of a fallen crown. +Curtain</em>]</p> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_SON_OF_HERMES" id="A_SON_OF_HERMES"></a>A SON OF HERMES +<br /><br /> +<small>A COMEDY IN FIVE ACTS</small></h2> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3><em>CHARACTERS</em></h3> + + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>BIADES, <em>a young Athenian</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PELAGON, <em>his uncle</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>SACHINESSA, <em>wife of Pelagon</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PHANIA, <em>their daughter</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>SYBARIS, <em>a neighbor's daughter</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>CREON, <em>friend of Biades</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>AMENTOR, <em>a senator</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>MENAS, <em>friend of Pelagon</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>CLEARCHUS, <em>an Athenian youth disguised as a dancer</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PHILON, <em>a priest</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>STESILAUS, <em>a lord of Sparta</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PYRRHA, <em>his daughter</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>ARCHIPPE, <em>his wife</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>ALCANOR, <em>his son</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LYSANDER, <em>friend of Stesilaus</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HIERON, <em>a young Spartan</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>AGIS, LENON, GIRARDAS, <em>his friends</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>DIANESSA, MYRTA, THEONIS, NACIA, ARTANTE, <em>Spartan maidens</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE EPHORS</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'><em>Senators, citizens, soldiers, dancers, etc.</em></td></tr> +</table> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT I</h3> + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <em>Pelagon's garden, Athens. Wall, rear, shutting off street. Upper +right, path to street gate. Upper and middle left, entrances to +Pelagon's house. Lower left, path to a neighbor's dwelling. Lower right, +path leading deeper into garden.</em></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter, upper left, Pelagon, Stesilaus and Lysander</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> A gracious senate! If such welcome keys<br /> +The tune to come, then our ambassadry<br /> +Is concord's instrument, and we may bear<br /> +Fair music back to Sparta.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Tut, the smiles</span><br /> +Of Athens are as flying leaves, divorced<br /> +From the tree's heart, as apt to light<br /> +On vagrancy as merit.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Stesilaus</span><br /> +Bears hard as truth. Yet I was warmed to note<br /> +The council's greeting.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ever Sparta's friend!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> And friend of peace. The age no more can bear<br /> +The locked alarum of our rivalling States.<br /> +We must the groaning tussle bring to end,<br /> +Or ends the world.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">'Twas wisdom's cue you gave us,—</span><br /> +To say we had our Sparta's sovereign word<br /> +For Athens' terms.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ay, hold your embassage</span><br /> +Unstrictured, friends. In that lies flattery<br /> +Each lord will take to himself and thereon feed<br /> +A grace which will, in sort, come back to you.<br /> +What hour was fixed for answer? I lost that.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> The last hour of the sun.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">The crier stood</span><br /> +Wrong side of my good ear, and I'll not twist<br /> +To set the gossips nudging me to th' grave,<br /> +Robbed in a shrug of twenty grizzled years. [<em>Looks about the garden</em>]<br /> +Where's Biades? He's always trailing here,<br /> +Save in the tick of need. I'd have him bid<br /> +The ambassadors lie at my house. Lysander,<br /> +You'll be my suitor to your comrades? Say<br /> +We've heart and room for all.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">For all, my lord?</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> And more!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exit Lysander</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">My Sparta thanks you, Pelagon.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Nay, such an honor shall not pass me, sir.<br /> +Now where is Biades?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Your nephew, friend?</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Ay, Stesilaus. Bar my blood in him,<br /> +He'll fasten on your heart.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Report has been</span><br /> +Too dear his friend. What buzz about a youth<br /> +Of twenty-five! Sir, Attica is mad<br /> +To give him captainship. In Sparta now,<br /> +The spurring callant would be kept in ranks,<br /> +And yoked with Prudence till he learned her jog.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> In ranks! I see him! Well, just in your ear,<br /> +He sweeps a pretty curvet. With my wife<br /> +His slave, and Phania neck-deep in love,<br /> +He rides the very comb of my poor house.<br /> +If you would say to him, hold here or there,<br /> +I'd take it not amiss. But I do love him.<br /> +And now a bout with th' cook. The pest sends word<br /> +A double score of sudden guests are all<br /> +He'll have at table. Mine own table, sir!<br /> +Ha, there is Biades! He'll wait upon you.<br /> +Pray touch him as I've hinted. But no word<br /> +About our daughters, friend. We'll let that lie.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exit upper left. Enter Biades upper right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Most noble Stesilaus, my heart greets you!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Greeting to Biades, whom Athens makes<br /> +Her general!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Would, my lord, this dignity<br /> +Were laid on senior years. Your Sparta's way<br /> +Is best,—to keep the cool, meridian bays<br /> +From youth-flushed brows. My moist and charmèd eyes<br /> +Spoke inward to my soul when they beheld<br /> +The ambassadors before the council, each<br /> +With staff unneeded, and gray locks that seemed<br /> +As wisdom's holy place.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You sat with us?</span><br /> +I did not mark you there.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I kept in modest shadow,</span><br /> +Which is youth's fairest mantle,—though my rank<br /> +Moves back for none. But, sir, the Spartan elders!<br /> +Ah, might I see more men in Athens who<br /> +Thus honor age, and age that honors men!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Breathe that into your shrines.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">The gods who smile</span><br /> +On folly young, must weep when reverend years<br /> +And wisdom part. Mayhap you've noticed, sir,<br /> +In my good uncle here ... a falling off.<br /> +I would not speak but that I know your eyes<br /> +Can not keep curtain when the blabbing sun<br /> +Makes it no secret.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Somewhat I have seen.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Somewhat will grow to much ere you take leave.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> I fear it, Biades.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And yet, my lord,</span><br /> +Time has not carried him ahead of you<br /> +More years than half a score.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Tis t'other way.</span><br /> +I'm elder by that much.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Not you, my lord?</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<em>Muses flatteringly</em>]</span><br /> + +The Spartan way is best. Was 't Pelagon<br /> +Led you to say you had full power to treat<br /> +With Athens?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> It was he.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I thought it. [<em>Sighs</em>] Sir,</span><br /> +In the Athenian mind there dwells a child<br /> +No length of days can age. We do not grow<br /> +As Spartans. But our vanity's no dwarf.<br /> +Tops with the highest, you've some cause to know.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> What of 't? Unlatch! unlatch!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">The people, sir,</span><br /> +Always our rearward urge, knowing you've power<br /> +To assent to all they ask, will ask for more<br /> +Than all.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Think'st that?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">In your brave time you've met</span><br /> +Athenians of the best. Didst ever know<br /> +One modest?—slow to ask for what he thought<br /> +His own?—or what he might by mere demand<br /> +Make his?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> They are well stomached,—true. No doubt<br /> +They'll press us far.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">They will. And if refused,—</span><br /> +Well, they are children,—and must bite and scratch.<br /> +With strutting rage, may pelt you out of Athens.<br /> +But why not say you are in part empowered.<br /> +And must return to Sparta with the terms<br /> +Before a vowed conclusion?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Late for that,</span><br /> +Young sir. The tongue we used to the Council<br /> +Must serve in the Assembly. We have said<br /> +We have full power.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">To treat, not to assent.</span><br /> +That was your word.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Hmm! Now the cloud is off</span><br /> +The dunce's script, and I read clear why you<br /> +At twenty-five have Athens' voice to sail<br /> +'Gainst Syracuse.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter Pelagon</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> No word unto my uncle!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> My brain will serve.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">They've come,—your comrades,—all!</span><br /> +If honor now were substance, my poor walls<br /> +Would groaningly unroof and beg the sky<br /> +For room to embrace it! Go you, Biades.<br /> +Repeat my welcome, with increase of grace<br /> +Your tongue is rich in.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<em>Exit Biades, upper left</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Now the full time comes.</span><br /> +We'll speak of that that's centre of our hearts,—<br /> +Our daughters, friend. This is the hour that ends<br /> +A watch of twenty years.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">A patient score.</span><br /> +So long your daughter has been mine, so long<br /> +Has mine been yours.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Like flower upon a stalk</span><br /> +Long nursed and tended, comes the end upon<br /> +This day of budding peace. You've had no whiff,<br /> +No hint untoward, that what we did had best<br /> +Been left undone?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sir, what I do, I do!</span><br /> +When we changed babes not past their cradle sleep,<br /> +My mind then glossed the act with comment fair<br /> +As our unfructured hope. So does it still.<br /> +By Nestor, though I'm thitherward of prime,<br /> +There's none will say that with accreted years<br /> +I moult sagacity!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Eh, so! 'Twas well.</span><br /> +I've never doubted it. Here have I reared<br /> +Your Phania, Spartan-thewed, who now shall home<br /> +With Athens' gentle nurture in her veins<br /> +To hither yearn in blood of every son<br /> +She bears to Sparta. And you my Pyrrha bring<br /> +Back to her land to live a Spartan dame<br /> +Among Athenian mothers. So we feed<br /> +The unity we dream on,—quicken time,<br /> +Foresued, to give our tousing, touchy States<br /> +One civic heart.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Has Sachinessa kept</span><br /> +A secret tongue?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">A nut not closer sits</span><br /> +About its kernel. And your wife, my friend?<br /> +What of Archippe? Did she hold for long<br /> +Against the exchange?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">She did. Nor ever learned</span><br /> +To love your Pyrrha. For that cause,—and that<br /> +Our even trust might move with even faith,<br /> +Nor odds of grace to you,—I've stood her guard,<br /> +And made her comrade where a son might claim<br /> +The dearest post.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Good thanks, my Stesilaus.</span><br /> +From your wife's audit I'd not brush a doit,<br /> +But to the credit of my dame can set<br /> +A fairer sum. Æneas' curlèd lad<br /> +Lay not more dearly in his Dido's lap<br /> +Than your sweet Phania in the swaddling love<br /> +Of Sachinessa. Ay, she'll swear me now<br /> +That not to gain her own will she give up<br /> +Her foster darling.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Humph!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">The little duck!</span><br /> +She has so chucked herself into my heart<br /> +'Twill put me sad about to oust her.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Duck!</span><br /> +When I lose Pyrrha, sir, that hour I lose<br /> +This good right arm!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> [<em>Meditative</em>] Hmm! So!... Come, my friend.<br /> +The dinner's toward, and the host astray.<br /> +The love's deep-vouched that puts such duty off<br /> +For one more word. [<em>Pauses as they move left</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">We'll give no open voice</span><br /> +To our most dear concern till we have met<br /> +Our daughters.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> [<em>Gloomy</em>] Met our daughters! Have it so.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exeunt upper left. Enter, middle left, Phania and Biades</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Come, Phania! The old cocks are off.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">They're gone?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Good flitting too! I feared they'd perch till night,<br /> +Crowing the deeds of Stesilaus the Great<br /> +And Pelagon the Wise.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">These Spartans! If</span><br /> +They'd rest their clubs without the door, our shins<br /> +Would give them thanks. Why are we so besieged?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Why, Phania, why? Because your father dotes<br /> +On dull and sodden peace that never was<br /> +Save in an old man's dream. We dine our foes!<br /> +The city must throw ope her gates, forsooth,<br /> +Lest the dear enemy should take some hurt<br /> +Scaling the walls! They'd bleed us as we sleep,<br /> +And Pelagon would vow the sword at 's throat<br /> +Were Sachinessa's dozing kiss.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Ho, hear</span><br /> +The captain speak! You go to Syracuse,<br /> +And not content? 'Tis well there's one cries peace.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> What's Syracuse? To conquer Sparta,—that<br /> +Were warrior's work! Your father robs me of it,<br /> +Bringing the water where I set my fires.<br /> +But come! I've not made love to a soul to-day<br /> +Save ancient Sparta. Ha! it is an art<br /> +That should be spared such sweat. The Heavens mean<br /> +That I shall pull to yoke these two days left,<br /> +And love take beggar's chance.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Ah, but two days!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Come to our myrtle nook——</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Nay, Sybaris</span><br /> +Might turn me out. That is her royal seat<br /> +When you'll play consort.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">What, my Phania? Dour?</span><br /> +Does Creon keep away?</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">I'm not for him.</span><br /> +You know it, Biades.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">But he does not.</span><br /> +Too oft I find him here.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And Sybaris</span><br /> +Comes out of count, knowing you like this spot.<br /> +Yon path is worn of every blade.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Her feet</span><br /> +Can be so cruel?</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">You love her still!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Nay, sweet.</span><br /> +Not for three days. Believe me, cousin!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;"><em>Cousin!</em></span><br /> +Athene save us! See her now,—the plague!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> By gentle Eros, Phania, we'll be kind.<br /> +I loved her once.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">How tall she is!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Ay, moves</span><br /> +A very sylph!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Sybaris comes on, lower right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> A fair day's greeting, friends!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> We double it for thee.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">My dearest Syb!</span><br /> +Do you turn snail, you keep your house so long?<br /> +Why, <em>hours</em>, I think!</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Indeed!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Where lovers watch</span><br /> +The dial, that's an age.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Oh, so!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>To Phania</em>] <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Do I</span><br /> +Not know?</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> An age? Ay, love grows old and fades in 't.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> A thousand moons in journey o'er my love<br /> +Would leave 't no withered hour! By the fair soul<br /> +Of one who knows me true!</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">That is no woman.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> A pretty oath!</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">But not a new one, dear.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Plead, Phania, dove! Let her not chide<br /> +Poor penitence on knee. In two days' time<br /> +I sail to war, yet stony Sybaris<br /> +Would break love's wings with doubt—put me aboard<br /> +With sighs to sink my ship——</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Nay, Sybaris!</span><br /> +I'll vow him constant now.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Inconstancy</span><br /> +Once stopped for breath, and fools came with a chair.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> No thaw in thee? Plead, Phania, sweet! Your lips<br /> +Are unimpeached where mine too oft have worn<br /> +Conviction's droop.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Forgive, dear Sybaris!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Ay, be my tongue! Tell her that as the bee<br /> +Betrays the honey-buds yet hiveward flies,<br /> +I've left all by-roads for the true home-path.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> Then you have trailed all others stale. There's none<br /> +Left new but that.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Tell her when I have sailed</span><br /> +From Athens' eyes into the sun that eve<br /> +May skirt with blood——</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">No, no!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">—to walk with you</span><br /> +The haven's brim, watching the waves that throw<br /> +The sea-heart there, and know that from my ship<br /> +Pulses a heart to love's dream-sandalled feet<br /> +As constant as the sea to Athens' shore.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Sybaris moves relentingly nearer. Biades behind Phania, +who sits on bench, leans to talk into her ear, but keeps +his eyes tenderly on Sybaris</em>]</p> + +<p class="noidt">Ah, tell her, Phania, sleep is slow to come<br /> +Where warriors bed, and unforgiven hours<br /> +Are thorny comrades for an age-long night.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> Then here's my hand. Pray Pallas 'tis no fool's!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Yours too, my Phania! In one breath I seal<br /> +Judge and defender mine! [<em>Kissing their hands</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Now with my ship</span><br /> +Will prayers go tendant, mending every sail<br /> +That storm may batter. Typhon, whirl the sea<br /> +To insurrection,—send her meekest wave<br /> +To crinkle round the sun, and hiss from Heaven<br /> +The mariner's port-star,—I shall be safe<br /> +While I have implorators fair as ye<br /> +To melt the gods!</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ah, Biades, thou must</span><br /> +Be loved or die. Is 't heart or vanity,<br /> +That's so insatiate?</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nay, you have forgiven!</span></p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> But will not coo yet. Is that Creon comes?<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<em>Looking to upper right</em>]</span><br /> + +You'll meet him, Phania?</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">He knows his way.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Has news!</span><br /> +I'll pick the pigeon. [<em>Goes up right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">O, my Sybaris,</span><br /> +Thanks for this generous peace! But who could long<br /> +Be harsh to Biades?</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Such steel's not in me.</span><br /> +I but stood off, a shadow of resolve,<br /> +To hear him woo me back. His coldest words<br /> +Are ta'en from music, but when warm in suit,<br /> +Then music sues to him.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Woo <em>you</em>? Didst say</span><br /> +<em>Woo you</em>? Couldst think—couldst dream—couldst let blind sense<br /> +So flatter?</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> Blind? Well, you've no eye to lend.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> His words were all for me, and through my heart<br /> +Were sifted to your ears.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">For you, my dear?</span><br /> +Now what a gosling 'tis!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Oh! Ask him then!</span></p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> You'll beat that bush. I have no doubt in cover.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Biades returns with Creon</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> You'll not go out?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">No, friend.</span></p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">I warn you, sir!</span><br /> +It is your reputation left i' the street<br /> +That knocks for you.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">'Twill care for itself.</span></p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Nay, come!</span><br /> +Soon every ear in Athens will be crammed<br /> +Wi' the tale.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">What tale?</span></p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">'Tis said that Biades</span><br /> +Was cap and spur to riot that defaced<br /> +The Hermæ yesternight.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Denosed, you mean.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> O, do not jest! I tremble, Biades!</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> You must o'ertake the lie, my lord, ere winds<br /> +Be up with 't.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Let it fly, my Creon. When<br /> +Its wings are worn 'twill down for any heel<br /> +To trample.</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> Not this feather. It broods on the air,<br /> +And its dark issue makes eclipse your sun<br /> +Can push no beam through.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Sinon's pate has hatched</span><br /> +The ebon chick.</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">You're not far out. He wants</span><br /> +The generalship.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Hippargus, upper right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Here comes a tongue to market.</span><br /> +Most purchasable, tho' neither cut nor dried.</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> The senate's messenger!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Greeting, Hippargus.</span></p> + +<p><em>Hip.</em> Greeting, my lord,—and I must lay command<br /> +On that, for you are charged on the instant to appear<br /> +Before the Council.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">The instant? Cramped to that?</span><br /> +And what to do there, sir?</p> + +<p><em>Hip.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Give proof you touched</span><br /> +With no profaning and injurious hand<br /> +Our threshold gods.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Go gently back, Hippargus,</span><br /> +And tell the senators I pardon them,<br /> +Knowing they do mistake. They would not lay<br /> +So dull an antic on me, and this charge<br /> +Is meant for Bico, my fat monkey here,<br /> +Whom they may have for trial.</p> + +<p><em>Hip.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Spare such jest,</span><br /> +My worthy lord. A hundred tongues have sworn<br /> +You said in open street, nor cared who heard,<br /> +The guardian Hermæ might be nipped of ears,<br /> +And noses too, yet serve our pious turn,<br /> +Since they smell out no faults and citizens<br /> +Confess none.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ah! Do they make wit a crime,</span><br /> +Who have no taint of its color? Say 'twere red<br /> +The senators would never be mistook<br /> +For woodpeckers. Gods! When they prate, I know<br /> +Athene's owl is stuffed, and her wise serpent<br /> +An old-year slough! Off now! Your pannier's full.<br /> +Trot and unpack.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exit Hippargus</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Out! Follow, and deny</span><br /> +This answer! Dare you, standing on the top<br /> +And slippery point of fortune, throw your cap<br /> +In Heaven's face?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Dare I do less? No, friend.<br /> +The Council fears me, and would see me down.<br /> +My power is in the people, who for gold<br /> +And merry flattery give me their love.<br /> +But now they're on the quibble how to turn,<br /> +To me or Sinon. I'll not let them see<br /> +My office brought to question, and myself<br /> +Outfaced by perjurers in Sinon's keep.<br /> +Nay, when they find I'm not the senate's groom,<br /> +But know myself, their pride will know me too,<br /> +And I shall go to bed as I rose up,<br /> +The Athenian general.</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">The street will bellow.</span><br /> +I'll listen to it, and pick interpretation<br /> +From 'ts roar. You'll come with me?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Though oracles,</span><br /> +On every curb and step, begged audience,<br /> +I'd not go out.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exit Creon</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh, me!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Why so? I'm not a hare</span><br /> +To jump because a leaf falls. Wag the hour,<br /> +And Pleasure wait on us! If she fill not<br /> +My cup to-day, I fear it must go empty<br /> +A good twelvemonth. There are fair maids<br /> +In Syracuse, but they'll peer on me through<br /> +A crimson lattice.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">You'll not see them, sir!</span><br /> +Or break a thousand oaths! So oft you've sworn<br /> +No beauty out of Athens could persuade<br /> +Your eyes to worship.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Then the Spartan maid</span><br /> +Lodged here will let him sleep.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">What maid is this?</span></p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> Why, Pyrrha,—Stesilaus' daughter.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Here?</span></p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> Ay, everybody's here.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">I saw her leave</span><br /> +The chariot. Such clothes!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>No</em> clothes, you mean!</span></p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> [<em>In shocked aside</em>] Just to the knees!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">And open to the hips!</span></p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> You say it!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And manners, none. I took her nuts</span><br /> +And sugared poppy seeds. She said she kept<br /> +No parrot.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> Here's a guest!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And when I said</span><br /> +I <em>lived</em> on them——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">My dainty!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">—then she asked</span><br /> +If that made me so little!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Ay, they feed</span><br /> +To grow in Sparta. Breed but monsters there.<br /> +No arts, no grace, no soft and tendrilled speech<br /> +That creeps to ends of being and looks back<br /> +Exultant and afraid. They are not men,<br /> +But, wearing human port, would force on us<br /> +A beastly comradeship. Set me to woo<br /> +A toad bred in a ditch of Attica,<br /> +But not a maid of Sparta! Were she fair<br /> +As was Persephone when she drew the god<br /> +From nether earth, yet sprung from that hard soil,<br /> +I'd let her beauty pass.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Hist, Biades!</span><br /> +She's yonder.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>They look middle left, where Pyrrha appears</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> I like the garden best when 't wears<br /> +Pale Cybele's gown. Apollo makes it harsh<br /> +In black and gold—Ah, Pyrrha! You have found<br /> +Our blossomy corner. Welcome to it, and know<br /> +My neighbor, Sybaris,—and Biades.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> I greet you, friends of Athens.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Will you sit?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Who has not removed his gaze from her since her entrance</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">A walk! That was your wish.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I'll show the paths.</span></p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> Nay, here's a seat.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">There's Artystone's rose,</span><br /> +Brought from the Mysian stream——</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">She'll stay with us.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> The ivory cup of Isis, where each night<br /> +Her one tear falls,—and flowers whose sisters blow<br /> +In walled Ecbatana.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Come, sit by me,</span><br /> +Dear Pyrrha.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> I would see the garden.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> [<em>Rising</em>] <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Would?</span><br /> +We'll guide you then.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Ay, who would dawdle here?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> But rest a moment, Pyrrha. I mind me now,<br /> +That from this spot the eye may best o'ersweep<br /> +The full design. Yon mass of planes——</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">I'll walk</span><br /> +Alone. [<em>Moves off, lower right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> Well!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Said I not?</span></p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Does nothing that</span><br /> +She's asked! And stares as though a woman's eyes<br /> +Were made to see with, when their chiefest use<br /> +Is not to see!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> Crude as her Spartan rocks!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> I'll follow.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Nay, she'd <em>walk alone</em>!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">She's Athens' guest.</span><br /> +I'll not be rude, whatever lack in her<br /> +Provokes me to it.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nor shall I, by all</span><br /> +The grace in th' world!</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">You shame us, Biades.</span><br /> +We'll go with you.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Each taken an arm of Biades as he goes right. Pelagon +enters, upper left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Daughter, this way!</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Phania returns reluctantly. The others pass off, right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">My chick,—</span><br /> +Nay, I'll be brief. I know young feet would flock.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> O, father dear, I'd please you first! [<em>Kissing him</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Well, well!...</span><br /> +You've seen Lord Stesilaus?</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Just a peek.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Nay, he's no bear.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">He'll bite though. I know that.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Now, Phania, now! I have a reason, miss,<br /> +A most dear reason you should win the love<br /> +Of Stesilaus.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> Love!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">I mean, my duck,</span><br /> +A father's gentle love.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">But, daddy, he's——</span><br /> +So tall!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> He has a heart, my daughter.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Fum!</span><br /> +Are you so sure?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Find it the shortest way.</span><br /> +Remember he's your—hmm!—remember—hmm!—<br /> +That he's a man—as I am—and his pride<br /> +But April frost. Be as he were myself——</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> As you? Oh, dear! [<em>Under his arm</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And must I cuddle so?</span><br /> +Nay, that's for my own fa-fa!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Little Phania!</span><br /> +I'll lose my pipit,—lose my bonny bird!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> Lose me? O, never, daddy, never! I'm<br /> +Your pipsey, wipsey, umpsey, ownty own!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> [<em>Resolutely</em>] Wait here. I'll send him by.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">But, father, why——</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Nay, that's my secret. Not for little birds.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exit upper left. Phania waits until he disappears, then +turns flying, and vanishes lower right. Archippe and +Sachinessa enter, middle left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> Blest be Athene, there's nobody here!<br /> +The house is overrun, and Pelagon<br /> +Has twenty shadows, one at every door.<br /> +Out, in,—in, out,—with ears like aprons held<br /> +For every whisper! Here we're safe to talk.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> O, dearest Sachinessa, what's to do?</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> We'll go to Philon. If he says confess——</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> Confess? I'll never do it! I will take<br /> +What way he will but that, though 't be the one<br /> +Leads out of life. You do not know my lord!</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> Your Stesilaus is no god, Archippe.<br /> +I'll tell you that.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">If it should come to him</span><br /> +We never changed our daughters! If he learns<br /> +That twenty years I've made him wear the hood,<br /> +His roof no more would shade me. Nay! Confess?<br /> +Oh, Sachinessa, I should lose him quite!</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> That could be borne, I think.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">But lose my Pyrrha?</span><br /> +Be driven out from her? See her no more?</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> There, friend, you stir me. Such a piece of man!<br /> +To strike like that because a woman's wit<br /> +Has clipped his own! He's not suspected you<br /> +In all these years?</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> Not once. I've watched myself<br /> +As I were my own jailer, fenced my heart,<br /> +And made my love a thief that gave my child<br /> +No open looks, but by her bed at night<br /> +Stole comfort as she slept.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Not I, Archippe!</span><br /> +I've laughed above the snores of Pelagon,<br /> +Knowing my darling near, whom he thought far<br /> +As Sparta. Come! You're taller by a head<br /> +Than I, yet die with quaking. And I thought<br /> +Each Lacedæmon wife a lioness.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> Ah, but their lords are lions.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Well, they've mane</span><br /> +Enough, but they'd not shake it in my face.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> Will you confess?</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Why, no. For Pelagon</span><br /> +Would play the spousal saint, sit on the clouds,<br /> +And with a piety intolerable<br /> +Forgive his perjured wife. What soul could bear it?<br /> +But I'll not part with Phania, know you that!</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> What then?</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">We'll go to Philon. How to keep</span><br /> +Our secret and our daughters,—that's a nut<br /> +To break the oracle's teeth.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">If 't can be done!</span></p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> It must be done, Archippe. Come,—I hear<br /> +A chatter. This way out.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>They leave, upper right. Biades, Pyrrha, Sybaris, and +Phania enter lower right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">What of our garden,</span><br /> +Now all is seen?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Here gods should live, not men.</span><br /> +At every turn I seemed to lose the step<br /> +Of a departing deity.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">We are content</span><br /> +With our Athenian lords, and seek no charm<br /> +To turn them into gods.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Showing a locket</em>] I've here a charm<br /> +Does more than that. This jewel webbed<br /> +In mystic rings—and set——</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">The Persian gem!</span><br /> +You promised me——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">It is a magic stone,</span><br /> +That gazed upon by a true-minded maid——</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>Securing the trinket</em>] I'll see it, sir!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">I've heard you vow your bride</span><br /> +Should wear this locket.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>To Phania</em>] So she shall.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">[<em>To Sybaris</em>] None else!</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">[<em>To Pyrrha</em>]</span><br /> + +You hear my oath. Come, Sybaris, sit here<br /> +And, Phania,—come! You both shall peep at fate<br /> +Through a ruby portal, if your hearts be true.<br /> +Now fix your look——</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">We'll see the same!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Not so.</span><br /> +Each fortune's connate with the gazer's star,<br /> +And tinted as she dreams. Direct your eyes<br /> +With flawless constancy, or you'll see naught.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> Not lift them once?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Nay, fasten every thought</span><br /> +Deep in the jewel's fire, till I have said<br /> +The Persian chant of welcome to the spirit<br /> +Whose magic you shall see.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">A spirit? Oh!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> But she is fair,—framed as divinity<br /> +For adoration.</p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">She!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Lift not your eyes.</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Stands behind Phania and Sybaris and makes the incantation +an ardent address to Pyrrha</em>]</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Spirit of Fate, what mystical wooing</span> +<span class="i2">May win thee to pause where we pray?</span> +<span class="i0">Misers of Dream their locks are undoing,—</span> +<span class="i2">Mistress of Keys, wilt thou stay?</span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Priestess, thyself, O fairer than dreaming,</span> +<span class="i2">Art deity's answer to prayer!</span> +<span class="i0">Dusk in thine eyes is the seer-burthen gleaming,</span> +<span class="i2">And moon-wands at rest in thy hair.</span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Far-foot Desire is lost in the winding</span> +<span class="i2">Of valleys and gardens of thee!</span> +<span class="i0">Hoop of white arms is circumferent binding</span> +<span class="i2">The star-pastured world and me!</span> +</div></div> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Sybaris throws the locket at his feet. He turns and sees +that she and Phania have risen and are staring at him</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>After a silence</em>] I do not know this game. Will leave you to it.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">[<em>Exit, middle left</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Syb.</em> And I'll go home! [<em>Exit, lower left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And I'll go tell my father!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">[<em>Exit, upper left</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> And I'll go stand in th' donkey mart and bray<br /> +Till a farmer buys me! Witched, and by a Spartan!<br /> +Mad as the fleeing ass of Thessaly! [<em>Exit, upper right</em>]</p> + +<p class="center1"><br /> +[<em>Curtain</em>]</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT II</h3> + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <em>The same as first act, a few minutes later. Phania in discovered +in rear. Stesilaus walks frozenly back and forth, front, while she +timidly advances and retreats.</em></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>Approaching</em>] I'm Phania, sir.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> [<em>Looks at her incredulously, then walks left, leaving her centre</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">My blood and bone in that!</span><br /> +What dwarf-dish has she fed on? Ugh!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>Crossing</em>] <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I've come</span><br /> +To walk with you. You like our garden, sir?<br /> +We've bulbuls in it,—and wee, visiting wings<br /> +From the unknown south. Can see them if you watch<br /> +A place I know. They dart like breathing bits<br /> +Of chrysoprase and sard o' the sun.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Humph! You</span><br /> +Are Phania?</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>Braver</em>] Troth, I am! Wilt see a nest—<br /> +So small as—that! Could put it on your thumb.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 14em;">[<em>Takes his hand</em>]</span><br /> + +I'll show you, sir. Don't you love <em>little</em> things?<br /> +They wiggle to the heart, my daddy says.<br /> +You love my <em>daddy</em>, don't you?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Ugh! Your—Ugh!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>Defensive</em>] <em>I</em> love him,—yes, and all his friends. I do,<br /> +Though they're—so tall. I come just to your beard.<br /> +See now! [<em>Leans against him</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Get off! You squeaking pewit! Ugh!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>Quiveringly</em>] Have I displeased you, sir?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 16em;">Displeased me? No.</span><br /> +You make contentment creep on honored bones<br /> +Far back as Lacedæmon's earliest grave<br /> +That opened for my house. You turn my blood<br /> +That's not yet earthed, and hot as Sparta's pride,<br /> +To drops that mutiny 'gainst their own succession<br /> +And beg to be the end. Displeased? Oh, no!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 15em;">[<em>Retires, rear</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> Oh, sir——</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Fails, and goes off weeping, lower right. Enter, upper +right, Biades and Creon</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> But this confusion, many-throated,<br /> +Has single voice and warns articulate.<br /> +A treasonous tempest rises, and you stand<br /> +A god indifferent when you should bethink<br /> +Yourself most mortal. Vilest mouths puff bold<br /> +In Sinon's service. You must wax your way<br /> +To th' Council——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Nay, no bending there!</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">But——</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Peace!</span><br /> +Here's Stesilaus! He's most heavy shipped.<br /> +What is aboard? And now comes Pelagon,<br /> +With 's threshing-tongue a-ready. Chaff will fly.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Pelagon, upper left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> What thinkst of Phania? Is she not a chick?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> You've tricked me, Pelagon! What fubbery<br /> +Have you put on me?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Sir? Now, now! Why, friend!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> That's not my daughter!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Drawing Creon back</em>] Whist!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">I'll see my own!</span><br /> +<em>My</em> Phania! Not that bib,—that mewling piece,<br /> +With th' milk still in her mouth!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Speak so of her?</span><br /> +A bud in th' dew! A cherry next its leaf!<br /> +A pippin on the limb!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Not mine, I say!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> If you repent you did beget her, sir,<br /> +I'll be your shift and own the curtained deed<br /> +'Fore man and Heaven.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">That my child?</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Yours, friend.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Would she had never left Archippe's lap<br /> +For Sachinessa's! Patience, cool my tongue!<br /> +But I've done better by your Pyrrha!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Soft,</span><br /> +Beseech you, Stesilaus! Here's no place<br /> +For trumpeting our secret. And brief time<br /> +Forbids it present voice. The hour is on<br /> +To hear the people's answer. Come, my lord.<br /> +Your comrades go before you. We're past late.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Friend Pelagon, though courtesy be pressed<br /> +To th' kibe, I'll urge you keep at home. 'Tis best<br /> +You be not seen in this. The lords, who know<br /> +You lean to Sparta,—and for that all thanks,—<br /> +Are pricked therewith to oppose us, when they else<br /> +Might voice us favor.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Ay, they know me, friend.</span><br /> +My eye sets them at guard. They feel it, sir!<br /> +Puts them on screw. Well, so,—I'll stay behind.<br /> +But let me set you forth. [<em>Exeunt, upper right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Is 't trick, or truth?</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Touch me! A needle's point</span><br /> +Could find no spot amazement hath not taken!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Didst hear it Creon? Pyrrha an Athenian!<br /> +O, words of miracle, if ye be true,—<br /> +Friend, friend, I'm in a whirl upon a way<br /> +To use this strange unearthment for the good<br /> +Of Athens. You'll be silent. Creon?</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Nay,</span><br /> +I think——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> And now I've lost fair Phania!</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Lost?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> With Mars i' the dusk of this debated time,<br /> +The Athenian general may not wive himself<br /> +With Sparta.</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> True!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">I might give up command,</span><br /> +And be no more my country's armored watch....<br /> +Nay, Attica is first! That's sworn. I'll plunge<br /> +The sacrificial knife deep as my love.<br /> +And now 'tis done. Ah, Creon, tend thee well<br /> +My gentle loss.</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> This sets thee o'er thyself!<br /> +O noblest bounty that in grace compeers<br /> +With emulous Heaven! What in me can pay——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> No more of 't now. But what a secret this!<br /> +If 't solely were my own—</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">It is, my lord!</span><br /> +'Tis yours. I have no speech, no tongue for 't!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Thanks,</span><br /> +My Creon, thanks! And will you go once more<br /> +To th' street, where now it seems I have some need<br /> +Of loyal ears?</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">I serve you, Biades. [<em>Exit, upper right</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Fast hooked, and feels no barb. If he'll lie dark<br /> +Till I would stir the waters.... Is it truth?<br /> +Pyrrha! Athenian born and Spartan bred!<br /> +By Mars and Eros! Here's a captain's bride!<br /> +There's flutter in me like a forest shook<br /> +With waking birds!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter Phania, still weeping</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Why, Phania! Such a shower,<br /> +My kitkin!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> Stesilaus sh-shook me so!<br /> +Called me a sque-e-aking pewit!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Ha! He did?</span><br /> +Well, listen to me, Phania. Come, look up.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 15em;">[<em>Lifts her chin</em>]</span><br /> + +A maid with little eyes should never weep.<br /> +Leave that to Juno orbs. They swim in sorrow<br /> +Like full moons in a lake, but beads like yours<br /> +Are only bright when dry. Shun grief as you<br /> +Shun mud. [<em>Exit, middle left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>Gasping</em>] Why—Biades—he's gone!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">He said——</span><br /> +Oh, oh! If I could die——</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Sobs with abandon. Enter Alcanor, upper left. He +pauses before her. She looks up bewildered</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Ah, gentle star,</span><br /> +What shrouds thee in this rain? Yet thou'rt not hid.<br /> +Thy beauty shining on these clouds of pearl<br /> +Makes every drop that dies reflecting thee<br /> +A little, falling sun.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Oh, Biades said——</span><br /> +He said—he said——</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">If what he said so troubles,</span><br /> +Let me unsay it with a kiss that makes<br /> +Trouble forgot and dumb. [<em>Kisses her</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>On his bosom</em>] I'm not—I'm not—<br /> +Not <em>ugly</em>, sir?</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">O, dove of Aphrodite!</span><br /> +Earth stores her beauty in this single face,<br /> +That she may show one jewel to the skies<br /> +When gods boast they have all!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Phania purrs comfortedly, then releases herself</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">How dare you, sir,</span><br /> +Attack me? Who are you?</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I do not know.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> Not know?</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Nothing of self or where I am.</span><br /> +It may be those are trees on giant guard,<br /> +And these bright peeping things are flowers' eyes,<br /> +And this is happy grass we stand upon,<br /> +And that blue watcher is the faithful sky,<br /> +But I know naught except my soul is yours,<br /> +O, maid-magician, in whose snare I lie<br /> +Kissing the net that binds me! [<em>Kissing her fallen curls</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">But you know</span><br /> +Your name!</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> Not in this world a minute old<br /> +That now I find me in, but in time past<br /> +I was Alcanor, Stesilaus' son.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> O!—then—why—all is well! You're noble, sir!<br /> +My father will approve you.</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Hast a father?</span><br /> +And art not magic-born? Then I perceive<br /> +I must go back and find my earthly wits.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> Nay, he is Pelagon, your father's friend.</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> You're Phania, then!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>Giving her hand</em>] I am.</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">No more than this?</span><br /> +No kiss?</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>Very shy</em>] You've had it, sir.</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">A phantom one!</span><br /> +'Twas in a dream, as two ghost-lovers meet<br /> +On an Elysian path. Too cold for earth!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>Touching her cheek</em>] Nay, it is warm here yet.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>He takes her in his arms, and they withdraw lower right. +Pelagon enters, upper right, in time to witness the embrace</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> [<em>Rousing from his horror</em>] Her brother! Gods!<br /> +Whip me all hagglers! We have stood so long<br /> +At door of our confession that this shame<br /> +Gets by us. Phania and Alcanor! Oh!<br /> +No shuffling now! When Stesilaus comes,<br /> +The tale must out!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Enter Pyrrha, middle left. She crosses, passing Pelagon, +who retreats rear, unseen by her. She loiters right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Here's opportunity</span><br /> +At beck. I'll follow. [<em>Advances</em>] Ahem! My daughter,——</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 19em;">Sir?</span><br /> +You seek your daughter? I will look this way.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 16em;">[<em>Goes farther right</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> I must advance, and take her Spartan guard<br /> +With gentleness. My love, 'tis you I seek.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Stiffly</em>] You'd speak to me?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">My little Pyrrha,——</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 18.5em;">Little!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> I think of Phania. In my heart you both<br /> +Hold undivided place. Shall we not chat a bit,<br /> +My Pyrrha?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Kitchen maids do that, not men<br /> +Of State.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Nay, there's a time when one may cast<br /> +The civic garment and take household ease<br /> +In modest robe.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Aside</em>] A swaddling band would fit him!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> You will not hear me?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I wait upon you, sir.</span><br /> +For if your hostship I forget, and leave<br /> +The fees of grace unpaid, I yet must know<br /> +You are my father's friend. Say what you will,<br /> +My lord.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> That word undears me! Let your tongue<br /> +Breach colder custom and give me a name<br /> +That brings me near in love as Stesilaus.<br /> +Wilt call me father, Pyrrha?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Retreating</em>] You, my lord?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> They've frozen her, poor child! Must blow more warm.<br /> +Indeed a father. Call me what I am,<br /> +For so I love you, Pyrrha.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Is it thus</span><br /> +The Athens sages talk?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ay, we're not cut</span><br /> +Of ice as Spartans are. Here your poor heart<br /> +Shall know what sun is, and the Springs you've lost,<br /> +Betrayed without a bloom in frigid Sparta,<br /> +In Athens shall blow fair. You are amazed,<br /> +My sweet, but by this kiss——</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Giving him a blow</em>] You goose-eyed goat!<br /> +I strike not at your years, Lord Pelagon,<br /> +But at your mind which has not come of age<br /> +And gives me elder right.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exit, middle left. While Pelagon is recovering, enter +Stesilaus, upper right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> [<em>Welcoming the interruption</em>] You, Stesilaus?<br /> +So soon, friend, from the Assembly?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Late, sir, late!</span><br /> +More haste had been more prudence.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Why, why, why!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Where is your buttery nephew, Biades?<br /> +Who slips to the seat of question and melts all<br /> +Into one potch of folly!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">But I'd know——</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Why I am here, not there? A crater mouth<br /> +That calls itself a people hissed eruption<br /> +Into my face, and without bow I set<br /> +My back to 't, sir!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Blame me for all! I knew</span><br /> +I should not stay behind! The gods do know<br /> +I am the voice of Athens. 'Tis no pride<br /> +That speaks bare truth. I'll go——</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Tuh, tuh!</span><br /> +A word with Biades——</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">But not too sharp,</span><br /> +My friend. He is of weight——</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">No sharper than</span><br /> +My stick! Then I set out for Sparta, where<br /> +The very ground knows Stesilaus walks!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> And Phania goes with you?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Not if the chit</span><br /> +May corner in your kitchen! She's worth that.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> You'll leave her here?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">It will content me. I'll</span><br /> +Surrender both.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> What? Both! Nay, your free heart<br /> +Shall not outdo my own.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">You'll give me Pyrrha?</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Friend of my soul, I will!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> [<em>Moved</em>] <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Thanks, Pelagon.</span><br /> +She's dearer than my son. More like my blood.<br /> +Alcanor is too soft and woman-lipped.<br /> +Too much Archippe in him from his birth,<br /> +Nor blows could drive it out.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">And mine own eyes</span><br /> +Have seen a cooing match between himself<br /> +And Phania.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Zeus! His sister!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">While we speak,</span><br /> +The fated pair are yonder——</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I'll get him home!</span><br /> +And leave the witch to you! Had I a doubt<br /> +To hold me back, this turn would be<br /> +Decision's point. She must stay here.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">But how</span><br /> +Make answer to our wives? Our wisdom's nicked<br /> +Where it is tenderest if we confess.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> What's to confess? I know my will and do it.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Ay, ay, you bear your wife in a sack, but mine<br /> +Is on her feet and goes her pace. Look yon!<br /> +They come together! A brace, and one of them<br /> +Would tie my tongue.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Tie water in a brook!</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Archippe and Sachinessa enter upper right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> We do not come to shame you, noble lords<br /> +And husbands, though we've that to bear which put<br /> +To honest ballad would uncrest your pride<br /> +And clip a reef or two from the tall sail<br /> +Of dignity.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Why, madam, this approach?</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> I walk, sir, in my garden when I please.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> We have a suit, my honored lords, which you<br /> +May think full strange, remembering our prayers<br /> +Of twenty years ago.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">What suit canst have?</span><br /> +If you must try the goose-step out of doors,<br /> +Go thank the gods for suiting you with me,<br /> +Who save you from all suit by hearing none.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> Not hear us, sir? I'll catch you by the ears<br /> +And shake the pride-wool out, but you shall hear!<br /> +Suited with you! And then go thank the gods!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Why, Sachinessa, love! What you, duck?</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> This, Pelagon. When in that sad year gone<br /> +You took my child from me——</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">What? That again?</span></p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> Not that, but this. I did not stay you then,<br /> +Being young in wedlock and my wit at cheep<br /> +In its first feathers. But this second time<br /> +When you lift up your hand to cut the bough<br /> +Whose root is in my heart, I'll speak so loud<br /> +That if your dull ear miss, I'll reach you yet<br /> +By way o' the stars that will cry back my wrong<br /> +When they so hear it.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">You would beg for Phania?</span></p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> I would. There is no source of love so great<br /> +As brooding care. That makes the mother, not<br /> +The childing pangs. Though she, from the first hour,<br /> +Will cherish what she must so dearly buy,<br /> +'Tis day by watchful day her swelling love<br /> +Is born. So I, as new days past, forgot<br /> +The child of my brief pain, and gave to one<br /> +That nestled in her place my care-born love.<br /> +Now you would strike again——</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Sweet, by my soul,—</span><br /> +Nay, Sachinessa, dearest heart, be calm.<br /> +Your words have never in our mated life<br /> +Moved me as now. If Stesilaus yields,<br /> +And his stern will be broken by your plea,<br /> +I am content.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> I'm so far moved, my friend,<br /> +That I will hear Archippe speak her wish.<br /> +Her love for Pyrrha will not match with that<br /> +Your wife bestows on Phania.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Ay, my lord,</span><br /> +I've never loved the stranger as my own,<br /> +But she is dearer than my own grown strange.<br /> +I see in Phania all my tender loss,<br /> +But it is lost forever. Give me, Pyrrha.<br /> +I have no other daughter.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Keep her, dame.</span><br /> +But make this weakness not your heckling ground<br /> +Where you would spar for favors. No more suits!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> And, Sachinessa, hear the same from me.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> You borrow feathers and I'll twitch 'em out!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> [<em>To Archippe</em>] Lest you should badger, footed safe on this,<br /> +Know that my judgment's not earwigged by you<br /> +To this repeal, but now configures pat<br /> +To the act itself, that keeps a constant step<br /> +With our first purpose. Our intent comes out<br /> +With even edges, though reversed in face.<br /> +An Athens' maid shall be a Spartan mother,<br /> +And here shall dwell a dame of Spartan blood.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> You hear it, Sachinessa. I'm not one<br /> +To throw my pack away in sight of home.<br /> +Come mud, come mire, I bear my judgment out,<br /> +As Athens knows.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I'll swear to it there's no man</span><br /> +I' the city better hides the sun with a sieve!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> And secondly, my dame, know that I've won<br /> +My high contention that the laws of Sparta<br /> +Are best for brooding earth a godlike race.<br /> +For here my proof enroots in warmest life<br /> +That they can aggrandize the chalky veins<br /> +Of pampered Attica to ducts that bear<br /> +The red, unconquered sap of Lacedæmon.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> So Pyrrha is your proof!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">No question there.</span><br /> +A weak, Athenian babe grows up the pride<br /> +Of Sparta, while a budling of her own,<br /> +Nursled by Athens' soft and careless shift,<br /> +Scarce grows to woman's level——</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Why, you puffed——</span><br /> +You pride-blown——</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Come with me!</span></p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">But such a bladder!</span><br /> +He'd top a flood into the second world<br /> +And wet but half his skin!</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Nay, Sachinessa,</span><br /> +Our suit is won. No words! We'll haste once more<br /> +To Philon's shrine. For this dear joy I'll bend<br /> +A willing knee. Come, come!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 10em;">[<em>Draws her away, upper right</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> [<em>Capering</em>] Could reel it now<br /> +Like school-boy 'scaped a whipping!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Shame! Your years</span><br /> +Will blush. [<em>Goes left</em>] Now Biades, and then farewell!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Ah, there's my mourning cloak! I'll go at once<br /> +To th' Council, and——</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Vain labor, Pelagon.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Nay, I will stir them!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exit, upper right. Biades enters left. He is arrayed in +a purple gown with long train held up by his monkey. +A peacock fan swings from a girdle, and jewels dangle +from his ears. He carries a scroll from which he reads +as he walks, tittering over the matter. Stesilaus watches +him curiously, then amazedly recognizes him</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Biades! Is 't he?</span><br /> +May eyes report it to a brain unshaken?<br /> +... Ho, sir,—or madam?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Did you speak, my lord?</span><br /> +Your pardon! I was buried here,—quite drowned<br /> +I' the honey of this tale. Sir, it suggests,—<br /> +But that's not it,—the style, so quaint, so pure,—<br /> +It plays with thoughts and leaves them bright as shells<br /> +The sea has polished to their curling edges.<br /> +You'll hear this line? 'Tis worth a pause. Eh, not?<br /> +You've never wooed the script? Ah, I forget.<br /> +War is the art of Sparta.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Are you man?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> What's that to an artist, sir? Life in me packs<br /> +The germinal grain of all, and what may come<br /> +To birth and bloom, I leave to nursing Fate.<br /> +But you seem ruffled,—warm. Pray have my fan.<br /> +Then take my parchment,—sit you in this nook<br /> +And read of Corys and his water-nymph<br /> +Until the charm of an unhurrying world<br /> +Steals wave-like round you.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Olympus! Was 't this voice<br /> +That tripped my reason? Led my cautious years<br /> +To take instruction from a dizzened ape<br /> +And lose the cause they guarded? Was 't myself<br /> +So slubbered judgment——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ah, must I believe</span><br /> +You honored my good counsel?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Good!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">'Twas good</span><br /> +For Athens. Ha, you slipped into the noose<br /> +As easily as my finger takes this ring.<br /> +A wondrous sapphire here. You know the stone?<br /> +This is from Egypt,—has the desert fire<br /> +'Neath Nilus' liquid smile. Is 't not a treasure?<br /> +But I forget. Your Sparta has no gems.<br /> +By Hera's belt, your country goes too bare<br /> +For this adornèd earth!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Come, Biades!</span><br /> +Throw off that gown, and with a captain's sword<br /> +Deny this folly!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Friend, 'tis not my hour</span><br /> +For exercise. Our moods, I see, would quarrel.<br /> +But here's my thornless world. You'll pardon me.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Resumes walking and reading as before. Pyrrha enters, +middle left, and stands watching him. He looks up and +is struck motionless to find her eyes upon him. She +comes nearer for a detached scrutiny, then crosses right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Find me Alcanor, daughter. And this hour<br /> +We leave for Sparta.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I am ready, sir.</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exit, lower right. Stesilaus goes into house, upper left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> She has good eyes, and used them. Overshot,<br /> +By Hermes! I must follow,—'twixt this fool<br /> +And meditation's eye must interpose<br /> +My soldier self!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Tears off robe, under which he wears a simple, belted +tunic, flings jewels from his ears, and drives out Bico. +Goes off, lower right. Enter Pelagon, much ruffled, +from street</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Where's Stesilaus? Stesilaus, ho!<br /> +Find Stesilaus!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">[<em>Stesilaus returns, upper left</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">O, my friend, they're mad,</span><br /> +And you must fly! I never was so battered!<br /> +The senators cry out you played with them<br /> +As though their stationed honors were a row<br /> +Of last year's weanlings,—first to say you bore<br /> +Full power to treat, then at their open answer<br /> +To cover and prefer the opposite,<br /> +Declaring that their noble terms must cool<br /> +On th' road to Sparta! As I speak your comrades<br /> +Are driven through the gates. You must not stay.<br /> +They'll have your life, they are so worked. Come, come!<br /> +I know a way—I'll get you through——</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">I'll go</span><br /> +The way I came.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nay, nay, I'll slip you out!</span><br /> +Leave here your wife and daughter. In gentler hour<br /> +I'll send them after, with your son,—</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">I'll speak</span><br /> +To Pyrrha——</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> No! This way! The world's at somersault!<br /> +The turtle's on his back, his claws to Heaven!<br /> +No one would hear me! <em>Me!</em> The voice of Athens!<br /> +And jeered me down, for I was Biades' kin,—<br /> +Though why the wind sits so I know not!<br /> +Come—come—I was so battered——</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exeunt, upper left. Pyrrha and Biades enter, lower right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">But one word!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> I've let you shower words in hope to drain<br /> +Your breath of them, but they grow to a hail.<br /> +Pelt me no more, Athenian.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">O, that name</span><br /> +I held my pearl of honor is become<br /> +A wounding thorn! I'll wear 't no more.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">You'll be</span><br /> +A Spartan?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Ay, if you are one!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">So vows</span><br /> +An Athens' captain.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Nay, I have no place,</span><br /> +No rank, no office, duty or pursuit,<br /> +But this my gage is in. Nor rest till I have won!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Then you'll die weary, sir. So long 'twill take<br /> +To make me yours.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">If you will love my shade</span><br /> +I'll on the instant make myself a ghost!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Love's burning deeds do ever lie before him.<br /> +He ne'er gets past to make them history.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> O, hear my oath! Thy birthland shall be mine!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Whist, Biades! The gods might hear you too.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> I'll swear it in the ears of Zeus!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">By what</span><br /> +Irreverenced deity wilt break it?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Ah,</span><br /> +By none, fair Pyrrha! I'll stake my golden part<br /> +In love's eternity, no land's more dear<br /> +To my own heart than that which gave you birth.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Ay, for on Spartan soil the laurel grows<br /> +Which you would pluck from drenched defeat and set<br /> +Among your bays. So dear as that!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>A clamor is heard in street</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">I'll woo</span><br /> +In better time. Till then let this pure gem<br /> +Speak for me on your breast. 'Tis like my love,<br /> +No sudden thing. For as this captive fire<br /> +Dreamed in the heart of earth and could not wake<br /> +Till beauty born in man sent down his kiss,<br /> +So lay my love in Life from her first breath,<br /> +Deep as unconsciousness, till at your step<br /> +It knew itself. You scorn the half-hour flame,<br /> +But in your coming like an instant dawn<br /> +Find all its brevity. Ay, Pyrrha, sweet!<br /> +And let my token lie, a patient prayer,<br /> +Upon your bosom. Heaven should have its sun!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Drops the locket into the folds of her dress. She casts it +to the ground</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Athens is such a sun, and Sparta as my foot<br /> +Shall overcloud it! [<em>Exit, middle left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Had she crushed my gem</span><br /> +To bleeding dust, I'd pay it o'er to see<br /> +Such flame unsheathe. Bright Eos necklaced with<br /> +A darkling east could not more beauteously<br /> +Threat earth with storm. [<em>Takes up the locket</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">You'll wear it yet, my terror,</span><br /> +Or I'll cut out the tongue that can not wag<br /> +To a woman's heart.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<em>Enter Creon from street</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">What, Creon? Dumb with news?</span><br /> +Which I will guess before your tongue's uncrimped.<br /> +We've lost our gentle guests? Our Spartan friends<br /> +Are off?</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> They're driven out. But that is old.<br /> +Atop that tale, like mountain on a hump,<br /> +Comes one will wake you, sir! The tumbling streams<br /> +That bore the Spartans out, rage back again,<br /> +A gathered flood against you,—you, my lord!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Ah!</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> Sinon's poison spreads till men<br /> +That yesterday lay down before you, now<br /> +Cry for your death. I warned you, friend!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">You did.</span><br /> +Be happy then. Your duty's done.</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Oh, sir,</span><br /> +Your house is sacked, and all your golden plate,<br /> +Parcelled on robber backs, is carried out<br /> +And spots the city with a hundred suns!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> There's more i' the world. Let that not trouble you.</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> Your robes are in the street, and carters' wheels<br /> +Grow royal with them!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Well, there yet are looms.</span><br /> +While weavers know their art this is no loss.</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> Your pictures——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">What? If they've one finger laid</span><br /> +On those immortal treasures——</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">All are riddled!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> All, Creon? Not my Zeuxis? No! The stones<br /> +Hurled at it would have paused as though a god<br /> +Were hidden there!</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">All, friend.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Ay, these are tears.</span><br /> +But I will chide them and think on my sword.<br /> +Now I must bend me to the senators,—<br /> +Get leave to call my troops,—<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<em>Enter a body of senators, Amentor at their head</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Most noble lords,</span><br /> +I was about to seek you.</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Shifts your mood,</span><br /> +Proud Biades? The answer's not yet cold<br /> +That came so hot from you,—a two-edged shame<br /> +That struck into your honor as our own!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Nay, gentle senators, Athenian fathers!<br /> +That you could note so low, so foul a charge<br /> +As secret Sinon brought against my name,<br /> +Gave me the block, the bellows, and the fire<br /> +Wherewith I forged my answer,—one that kept<br /> +My honor whole, and if your own needs surgery,<br /> +Lay 't not to me, but let good sense mend all,<br /> +And give me leave to go against this mob<br /> +Now scarring Athens' beauty.</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Go alone.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> I have an army.</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Ask Lord Sinon that.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> When fishes drown!</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Put out your single arm,</span><br /> +And feel your army in it. Athens' troops<br /> +Are now in Sinon's charge. You are no more<br /> +Her general. You are banished.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Is this so?</span></p> + +<p><em>Senators.</em> It is.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then I am dumb. Words on your heat</span><br /> +Would fall as snow,—and I am not a man<br /> +To let my scars speak, though my body bears<br /> +Enough to cry you shame.</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">We know your valor,</span><br /> +But with it goes a pride no State could bear<br /> +But that it must. Make your escape, my lord.<br /> +The people pressed us, and we save your life<br /> +By this decree.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> O, Athens that did love me!</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> And now repents that love, for know you, sir,<br /> +Though men may be irreverent as they choose,<br /> +They'll follow only who revere their gods.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exeunt senators</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> But you were meek!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">If I had let them know</span><br /> +I've yet a tongue, they might have had that too,<br /> +And in the courts where I must sue for love<br /> +'Twill be my royal member,—all my suite<br /> +And kingly plenitude.</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">They will repent.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> On knees, sir! Banished! O, my heart could lend<br /> +Hot Sirius fire!</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;"> You! Banished!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Nay, while sense</span><br /> +From wit and speech are undivorced, and courage<br /> +Knits them in purpose drinking up the seas<br /> +That distance me from Athens, who shall say<br /> +I'm banished? Bribe mankind and nature too,<br /> +Ye bleary senators! Suborn the winds!<br /> +Put me at end of farthest watery leagues!<br /> +While there's no rift between me and my gods,<br /> +I'll shake this night as from Apollo's brow<br /> +And show my day emergent!</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Where wilt go?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> To Persia first, where I am dear to Phernes.<br /> +And then, perchance, with Persia at my back,<br /> +Sparta may find me fair, though now I'm black<br /> +As Pluto's poker. We'll not flag, my heart,<br /> +Till every fleet o' the world rides here and makes<br /> +This saucy harbor tremble! What an ague then<br /> +Shall shake thee, Athens, thinking on this hour!</p> + +<p class="center1"><br /> +[<em>Curtain</em>]</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT III</h3> + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <em>The assembly ground of the Spartans. Maidens discovered. A dance +is ending.</em></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p><em>Nac.</em> We limped through that. Apollo! Are there thorns<br /> +I' the grass? We'll better it. Come!</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">No time. I hear</span><br /> +The senators.</p> + +<p><em>Nac.</em> They wait beyond the bridge<br /> +For old Aristogeiton. Come, my maids!<br /> +You, Dianessa need to school your toes.<br /> +'Twas you played wild-foot—twice!</p> + +<p><em>Art.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Save her a slip</span><br /> +When Agis' eye is on her!</p> + +<p><em>Nac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Faith, she'd be</span><br /> +No bride this year!</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;"> What ache for that? His love</span><br /> +Is slight if 't hangs upon my toes.</p> + +<p><em>Nac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">My troth!</span><br /> +Less might catch more!</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You, Nacia, are not so lithe</span><br /> +As a ferret in a hoop. An Athens maid<br /> +Might labor so in all her skirts.</p> + +<p><em>Nac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;"> Ho, ho!</span><br /> +A little puff blow such a fire? The coals<br /> +Were hot then!</p> + +<p><em>Myr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Nay, my girls, we'll douse you both</span><br /> +I' the river yonder if you flame at naught.<br /> +How, Dianessa, dance the maids of Athens?<br /> +But surely not in skirts!</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">My father saw them,</span><br /> +And so he said.</p> + +<p><em>Myr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Why dance at all then? Grace</span><br /> +That cadent girdles the invisible waves<br /> +Of flute and harp is born of faining limbs,<br /> +And hide them who may see it?</p> + +<p><em>The.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">No doubt they bob</span><br /> +Like bears in blankets, and believe they dance.</p> + +<p><em>Nac.</em> Pyrrha could say. But since she came from Athens<br /> +Who hears her speak?</p> + +<p><em>Art.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">She keeps from all our games,</span><br /> +And scorns the wrestle, though our noblest youths<br /> +Have sent her challenge.</p> + +<p><em>The.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ay! Lets Dianessa wear</span><br /> +The vestal bays, nor cares if Hieron<br /> +Be there to see.</p> + +<p><em>Myr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Come, Pyrrha, tell us how</span><br /> +The Athenian maidens dance with shrouded feet.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> They wear their robes as Morning does the mist<br /> +That makes her beauty greater and her dream<br /> +Live on in men.</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ah, maidens, here's a tale</span><br /> +For the other ear.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">The bare and brazen sun</span><br /> +That's up without a cloud, cheers to the hunt,<br /> +The fight, the bruited path,—makes careful dames<br /> +Send linen to the ford, and say "Zeus grant,<br /> +We'll air the beds!"</p> + +<p><em>Nac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ay, wives must know their season.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> But let night-swimming Morn come up<br /> +In foamy veil, and her priest-hearted rose<br /> +Stays lusty feet and gives adventure's hour<br /> +To the achieving soul.</p> + +<p><em>Art.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">What kin is this</span><br /> +To th' matter?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Why, Artante, when we dance</span><br /> +Half naked as we do before the youths,<br /> +They say of us "A bed-mate there, and strong<br /> +To bear and breed brave warriors for my house."<br /> +But they in Athens who so watch the dance,<br /> +See sheatheless Being shine through form that would,<br /> +Not softened thus, first fill the ruder eye<br /> +And leave unseen the token of a grace<br /> +Earth may not shadow.</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Nay, you speak Athenian!</span><br /> +Let's have it in our tongue.</p> + +<p><em>Nac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">What grace can be</span><br /> +So badgered in a gown?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ask flying doves,</span><br /> +That rhythm the air till it doth ache with loss<br /> +When they have passed. So have these maidens taught<br /> +The silken fold to be their wingèd part.</p> + +<p><em>Myr.</em> Ask her no more. Alack, our Pyrrha drank<br /> +Of charmed Ilissus,—must go back to Athens!</p> + +<p><em>Nac.</em> But come! Our dance! We yet are Spartan maids.</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> [<em>Taking wreath from her hair</em>] Our flowers are far<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">from morning. See, these buds</span><br /> +Are pale as they had never known the dew.<br /> +But I know where some fleecy clusters blow<br /> +And daintily edge the stream. Like tiny birds,<br /> +Green-necked and lily-winged, they are alight<br /> +A hundred to a stem. I'll have a wreath<br /> +Of them.</p> + +<p><em>Myr.</em> And I. These sad things are less bright<br /> +Than locks they should adorn.</p> + +<p><em>Art.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">New garlands, all!</span><br /> +Where grow these favors? Dianessa, lead!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>They go off, rear left. Pyrrha waits a meditative moment, +then turns to follow. A bough brushes her cheek. +She puts up her hand and plucks a bunch of berries from it</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> 'Tis like his ruby. Nature loved them both<br /> +With the same kiss,—the berry and the stone.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 11em;">[<em>Fastens cluster to her bosom</em>]</span><br /> + +"Heaven should have its sun." This sun will fade,<br /> +But that I threw away had ne'er lost hue<br /> +So near my heart, giving and taking fire.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">[<em>Something thrown from the bushes falls at her feet. She gazes</em></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;"><em>at it, not taking it up</em>]</span><br /> + +Ah! Biades' jewel! Who.... [<em>Looks about guardedly</em>]</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Biades comes from the woods. He is dressed as a Helot +in a scant tunic of goat-skin, and wears a large cap</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Whose slave are you,</span><br /> +Bold Helot?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Kneeling</em>] Thine! [<em>Takes off cap, revealing his quantity of</em><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 8em;"><em>dark curls</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are you in love with death,</span><br /> +That you have come to Sparta?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Nay, I come</span><br /> +A banished man.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> I've heard how you were plucked.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> No feather left.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Life, sir, is yours, and you</span><br /> +Cast it away in Lacedæmon.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Nay,—</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> You whose dark outrage made her honor bleed,<br /> +Think on her burning wound to set the foot<br /> +Of impudence and live?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I know the Spartans.</span><br /> +They will exalt my courage above death.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Courage that reckons so bates its own worth<br /> +Till a coward might disport it. You will meet<br /> +Death's mercy but no other.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">No, the virtue</span><br /> +Dearest in them they'll hold dear in myself.<br /> +But if not so,—blow out your candle, Fate,<br /> +I'll go to bed.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Why not have fled to Persia?<br /> +She's softer mannered,—has no aching pride<br /> +Your death would poultice.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Pyrrha lives in Sparta.</span><br /> +Howe'er I set my feet, love turned them here.<br /> +Which way I bent some tingèd thought of thee<br /> +Crept as a secret sun to every sense<br /> +And made the hidden threads of being blush<br /> +Like coral boughs when Aphrodite's foot<br /> +Is on the wave.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Athenian, what canst hope<br /> +From Stesilaus' daughter?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I ask naught.</span><br /> +But had a gem of hers that hourly cried<br /> +To clasp its mistress, and to bring it thus,<br /> +With Death a looker-on, I thought might make<br /> +The peasant service shine so sovranly<br /> +That even her royal and offended eyes<br /> +Might gently entertain it.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Deck the bark</span><br /> +Of yon shag ilex and 'twill wear your trinket<br /> +With the same grace and thanks.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Thy grace is hers</span><br /> +Who walked unrobed from hands of the high gods<br /> +Grown jealous of the beauty they had made.<br /> +Not this, nor any jewel may adorn it,<br /> +Though swartest pebbles might grow ruby proud,<br /> +And rubies throb with breath to be so worn.<br /> +And for thy thanks, I have not come this way<br /> +To ask for them. Keep them for one so poor<br /> +He lets his heart for hire.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 9em;">[<em>Puts locket slowly under his tunic</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">And yet my ears</span><br /> +Fed on a sigh when I was hidden there.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Who is so strong as never to have sighed?<br /> +That secret moment was my weakest too.<br /> +I'm now a Spartan, and my father's name<br /> +Is Stesilaus. You may know it, sir,<br /> +Who wert of Athens, but whose country now<br /> +Is so much ground as you may beg of foes,<br /> +And that, Zeus help, they'll measure without grudge.<br /> +You're not so tall your grave would scant a field,<br /> +Or make a garden less.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Sounds of approach across bridge, lower right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Does Fate come noisy-footed?</span><br /> +I thought she crept, and loved the jungle-leap.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Hide, sir! I'll be as secret as these shrubs,<br /> +And not reveal you sooner. With the night<br /> +You may steal out of Sparta.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I'll go out winged</span><br /> +With Spartan ships, and honor as a bride<br /> +Shall sail with me!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Are you so mad? Then die!</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Enter ephors and senators, all old men, followed by +warriors, then youths, wives, maidens, children, and +attendant slaves. Biades draws his cap down and lies +slouching on the grass. The ephors and senators take +seats which the Helots have prepared for them</em>]</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> What! Must we wait? Where are these merry slips?</p> + +<p><em>First Senator.</em> The woods are dancing yonder. By that sign<br /> +They come.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Re-enter Dianessa, Myrta, and companions, who dance before +the assembly, the figure symbolizing the capture of +Persephone. They continue dancing, the youths joining, +until every maid has won a partner.</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> [<em>To Archippe</em>] Our Pyrrha does not dance. Why's that?</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> No why at all. I'll rate her. Sulky chuff!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Ay, you'll be on her heels!</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">The younger maids</span><br /> +Are chosen. She'll be left. There's Hieron<br /> +With eyes like begging moons which way she goes,<br /> +But she draws off,—</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Well, well! She'll please herself.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> In Phania, I'd have had a daughter now——</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> What, madam? Gabble here? Be done!</p> + +<p><em>Agis.</em> [<em>Among the young men</em>] <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">I thirst.</span><br /> +[<em>To Biades</em>] Up, slave! Fill me a cup. Come, move, you drone!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Biades slowly rises and goes to spring under trees, rear</em>]</p> + +<p><em>A Young Lord.</em> What Helot's that?</p> + +<p><em>Another.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Some dog o' the farms. A staff</span><br /> +On 's back might help his legs.</p> + +<p><em>Another.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">I'll put mine to 't.</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Biades lazily returns with cup. In handing it to Agis +he spills part of the contents</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Agis.</em> [<em>Emptying the cup in Biades' face</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;"> By Dis and Rhadamanthus! Sot! Whose man</span><br /> +Is this?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> My own, you Spartan whelp!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Gives Agis a blow, so unexpected that it knocks him down. +His head strikes the root of a tree and he does not rise. +A number of Spartans rush upon Biades. Others bear +Agis off, left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Voices.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">The dog!</span><br /> +Tread him to earth! Down! down!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Springing from them and taking off his cap</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">What, Greeks? You'd kill</span><br /> +A brother?</p> + +<p><em>A Voice.</em> Biades!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">My friends——</span></p> + +<p><em>Voices.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Ha, ha! His friends!</span></p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> What friending was 't you gave us on the day<br /> +You drove us out of Athens? Hoot and club<br /> +Then spoke how dear you loved us. We had not<br /> +Brought off our lives if your desire had dared<br /> +Blow full on Athens' heat.</p> + +<p><em>Gir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Brought off our lives?</span><br /> +Where's Heracordus? Stoned at Athens' gate,<br /> +And dead upon the road.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Nay, brothers——</span></p> + +<p><em>Gir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Ha!</span><br /> +If you're a brother, weep beside his grave.<br /> +I'll show it you.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">And all the graves where lie</span><br /> +The dead we brought two bleeding years ago<br /> +From Decalea's wall, where you gave entry<br /> +Then broke the truce with charge!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">But hear, my lords——</span></p> + +<p><em>Gir.</em> Come, wail beside them till they wake and ask<br /> +What new calamity brews in your tears!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Lenon</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Len.</em> Agis yet swoons. That root was edged with death.<br /> +We fear he's gone.</p> + +<p><em>Gir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;"> For this alone, Athenian,</span><br /> +You should not live,—though all your else-wrought deeds<br /> +Were mercy's pawn for you.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ye fathers, hear!</span><br /> +If ye know Justice,—and the world has said<br /> +Her lovers dwell in Sparta,—shall he cry<br /> +To scorn-shut ears, whose injuries taking voice<br /> +Should pass in thunder where your virtues sleep?<br /> +Hear one whose wrongs have bruised him to your coast,<br /> +And let it not be said that you from safe<br /> +Unshaken rocks met suppliant hands with spears!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Ye noble elders, there's a sort of mercy<br /> +On which dishonor feeds. As pasty, soft<br /> +As butter in the sun, it chokes the sluice<br /> +Of reason,—in marshy obliteration lays<br /> +The marks and bounds of justice,—nauseous spreads<br /> +Till mind is left no throne. Let it not come<br /> +Where sit the guards of honor!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I grant you so.</span><br /> +But what I ask is not thus natured, sir!<br /> +Sages of Lacedæmon, there's a mercy<br /> +That veins the very rock of Justice' seat.<br /> +It is the agent of divinest mould<br /> +In all the world. By it the mind grows fair<br /> +With blossoms deity may gather. 'Tis<br /> +As precious to the soul as south-lipped winds<br /> +To the winter-aching earth. Go bare of it,<br /> +Though ye know Virtue ye wear not her pearl.<br /> +I beg my life that you in saving me<br /> +May save the heavenliest favor given to men,<br /> +Nor crush it out of Sparta, leaving her<br /> +The scarred and barren terror gods forsake.</p> + +<p><em>Second Ephor.</em> Shall hear his plea? He may have argument<br /> +Of worthy note.</p> + +<p><em>Second Senator.</em> 'Tis not our way to judge<br /> +The dumb.</p> + +<p><em>Third Ephor.</em> [<em>Very old, creakingly</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Why, if a lion, boar, or pard,</span><br /> +Or any beast, should pause as we did burn<br /> +In chase, and beg us hear his cause, I think<br /> +Our ears would ope.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Ay, and the earth too, sir,</span><br /> +Bearing such wonder on it! Folly's self<br /> +Would be too wise to listen to this man,<br /> +Yet ye would hear him!</p> + +<p><em>Fourth Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">More than would. We will.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> This clemency shows like yourselves,—the gem<br /> +Of mind's adornment, as ye are the lustre<br /> +Of Sparta's matchless race!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Now he is off.</span><br /> +Will gallop with us to what ditch he choose.</p> + +<p><em>First Senator.</em> Speak, Biades.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Of Agis then, my lords,—</span><br /> +This newly raw offence,—be my first word.<br /> +And I'll not stay for garnish. Truth is bare,<br /> +And bravest so. Though 'twas my Helot guise<br /> +Drew Agis' insult on me, think you, sirs,<br /> +It fell upon a proud and free-born Greek,<br /> +And who is here that could with putting on<br /> +A slave's vile dress put on his nature too,<br /> +Drain off his ancient, high nobility,<br /> +And in one brutish instant lose the blood<br /> +That made his fathers heroes? Is there one?</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> We grant you, none.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Your hearts then struck my blow,</span><br /> +Therefore must pardon it. If Agis' death<br /> +Falls from it, 'tis but accident that sleeps<br /> +In every motion, and in mine awoke<br /> +Untimely. Who, so shorn of wisdom, thinks<br /> +That I, a suitor here for barest life,<br /> +Meant him a vital stroke that would o'ercry<br /> +My prayers and make a mock of suppliance?<br /> +I'll mourn with you, my lords, but ask you wring<br /> +The neck of Fate, and leave my head where 'tis<br /> +To praise the just of Sparta.</p> + +<p><em>Third Senator.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">So we might</span><br /> +But for the heavier charges that engage<br /> +The sighs of mercy 'gainst you ere they blow<br /> +This deed a pardon. What of Decalea?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> That was a ruse the Spartans taught me, sir,<br /> +When at Eleusis they ensnared my troops<br /> +Within the gates, and naught passed out again<br /> +Save rivers of their blood. If I must die<br /> +For Decalea, die you with me, men,<br /> +For red Eleusis.</p> + +<p><em>Fourth Senator.</em> This is justice too.<br /> +I saw Eleusis. He is clear on that.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> I warn you, senators! The fleetest wit<br /> +That pauses on his guile is honey-mired<br /> +And ne'er gets farther.</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> We'll not keep his road<br /> +An inch past justice, but we'll go so far.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> So you resolve, but Hecate at his smile<br /> +Would plod beside him like a market lass,<br /> +Forgetting vengeance.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Honored Stesilaus:——</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Honored? Ay, Biades! With gibe and jeer<br /> +That shook the walls of Athens! By my staff,<br /> +I'll——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Noble fathers, hear me for yourselves,<br /> +Who, loved of Pallas, in this council sit<br /> +Her earthly heirs and nature's demigods!<br /> +This rage of Stesilaus is itself<br /> +Sanction and seal for my adoption here,<br /> +A son of Sparta.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Ha! Now he would drive</span><br /> +The mares of Diomed!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">My lords,——</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Prove this?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Why made you Stesilaus head and tongue<br /> +Of envoy unto Athens? For you thought<br /> +His mind, most apt, fluidic, politic,<br /> +More quick than danger, would take shape of need,<br /> +Repairing your defense fast as you found<br /> +Your safety cramped. If I o'ercame him then<br /> +With wit that watched with sleepless spear at door<br /> +Of Athens' housèd trust, must you not crown in me<br /> +The quality held sovereign in him?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> You hear, you elders,—must!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Ay, must,—and must!</span><br /> +Or at the fontal spring of justice break<br /> +Your cups and thirst. No alien dripple may<br /> +Content you then.</p> + +<p><em>First Senator.</em> We listen, Biades.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> When swords of an uneven temper meet,<br /> +Who scorns the better proved? Nay, you do set<br /> +Your love upon it,—in your armory<br /> +Give it a burnished place. And I who crossed<br /> +With Stesilaus, for my triumph ask<br /> +To be of Sparta's armor.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Our dead shall answer!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> They shall. For every heart my steel made cold,<br /> +Is proof how well I served my Athens,—proof<br /> +Of loyal heat with which I'll serve the State<br /> +That makes me hers! A true-bred Greek, outthrust<br /> +And homeless, seeks a foster-land, that he<br /> +May lift for her his sword, nor wasteful let<br /> +The chiefest virtue in him die unused<br /> +While his lost name no more climbs to the gods.</p> + +<p><em>Second Senator.</em> Would you ally with us 'gainst Attica?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> I'm yours for that. By th' mother of the sea,<br /> +Her tears shall wash your feet!</p> + +<p><em>Third Senator.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">What way wouldst take?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> The way to Phernes and the Persian fleet<br /> +Now boastful before Rhodes. Grant me a convoy,<br /> +I'll forge with Persia Lacedæmon's sword,<br /> +And cut the crest from Athens.</p> + +<p><em>Fourth Senator.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">We have failed</span><br /> +With Phernes.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> You'll not fail again. He's sworn<br /> +My friend.</p> + +<p><em>First Senator.</em> Our ships are few.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">But Corinth holds</span><br /> +Her sea-wings spread for any need of yours.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Hear me, ye warriors! He will lead<br /> +Our force afar, then stir up neighbor foes<br /> +To scourge unarmored Sparta! Think that one,<br /> +Cradled in silk and fed on nectared drops——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> There, sir, I'm bold to say you're off the road<br /> +Of truth. My nurse was of your people, brought<br /> +From sterner Sparta for my orphan rearing,<br /> +By my good uncle Pelagon,—a man<br /> +Ye know your friend. From her wise hands I took<br /> +Your doughty-nurturing bread, and broth black-brewed,<br /> +That drives the shade of fear from veins of men.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> I've bread now in my wallet. Let us see<br /> +Your teeth in 't.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Takes out a piece of coarse, stale bread and offers it to Biades</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Pardon, sir! I do not hunger.</span><br /> +A Helot shared with me.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">'Twill keep till you</span><br /> +Would sup. But, you must try our broth, sir. Pulse<br /> +Is seething yonder. Youths, bring here a bowl.<br /> +We have a guest who'd call his childhood up<br /> +In good black brew. Hark, Lenon!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 10em;">[<em>Whispers to Lenon, who goes off left</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Third Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">It is truth.</span><br /> +Amycla was your nurse. I know the year<br /> +That she was sent to Athens.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">On her lap</span><br /> +I learned a love for Sparta that returned<br /> +In warrior days to blunt my assaulting sword<br /> +And wound me from your side. She taught me too<br /> +The lyric wafture that dead hero-lips<br /> +Send on undying,—songs your young men sing,<br /> +And old men flush to hear,—and as a youth<br /> +I longed to make my civil Athens street<br /> +Echo to Sparta with a brother's call.</p> + +<p><em>Third Ephor.</em> But I am moved.</p> + +<p><em>Fourth Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And I.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Art grown so old</span><br /> +You'll feed on pap again? Come, Biades,<br /> +A song Amycla taught you! One will prove<br /> +Your love remembers Sparta.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Sir, I'm not</span><br /> +Your zany.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> But you'd make my country one,<br /> +To antic for you.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter Lenon with bowl of broth</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Here's your portion, sir.<br /> +Amycla made no better. Will you drink?</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Gives bowl to Biades, who regards the black mixture +dubiously. All are silent, watching him. He looks at Pyrrha</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>To Pyrrha</em>] Is 't poison?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Stolid</em>] <span style="margin-left: 6em;">It may be.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>To Senators</em>] <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Your will's in this?</span></p> + +<p><em>First Senator.</em> It is.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> If this be pledge that binds me yours,<br /> +Fellow of board and field, I drink long life<br /> +To our compact. But if death waits here,—to you,<br /> +O comrade shades, and our good fellowship!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 13em;">[<em>Drinks. The Spartans applaud</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> You lean to him, and Sparta topples with you!</p> + +<p><em>A Young Man.</em> [<em>Entering</em>] Agis is up! He comes!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">And bears no grudge</span><br /> +For a good Greek blow. Says you could give no less.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Agis</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> High Zeus, I thank thee! Agis, thou dost live<br /> +To take my pardon and to give me thine!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 18em;">[<em>They take hands</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> So soft?</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Better than blows.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Ha! Like disease</span><br /> +He'll spread the woman till our eyes drop tears<br /> +Instead of fire. When Spartan eagles moult,<br /> +They'll go no farther than Athenian owls.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> He's valiant.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">There's no braver tongue.</span></p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">And friend</span><br /> +To Phernes.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> So he says.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nay, that's well known.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> My captain comrades, and ye aged fathers,<br /> +If ye had seen him strut, a vanity<br /> +As brainless as the monkey at his heels,<br /> +With woman velvets making slut of wealth<br /> +Trailing foul dust,—a peacock fan at 's cheek<br /> +Where a soldier's beard should grow, and bangled ears<br /> +Whose swinging jewels tickled a white neck<br /> +Soft as a harlot's pillow,—this at time<br /> +His city laid such honor on his head<br /> +As would have kept a brave man on his knees<br /> +For wisdom to uphold it,—had ye looked on this,<br /> +Ye'd call the weakest maiden from her wheel<br /> +To lead our wars ere trust to Biades!</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> A picture this,—shakes faith.</p> + +<p><em>Second Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">We trust too far.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Sirs, had ye seen what I but paint——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">My lords,</span><br /> +I'll wrestle with the stoutest Spartan youth<br /> +That makes your wars most dreaded, and these limbs,<br /> +Now shrunk with fasting, wasted and forsook<br /> +By Fortune that once fed them as her own,<br /> +Will prove my right to captain Sparta's host!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Our women could undo you, girl of Athens!<br /> +Meet his bold brag with this. One of our maids<br /> +Shall throw him! Ay! Then he'll betake his shame<br /> +To any shade will hide it.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Sir, I sue</span><br /> +To lay this boast.</p> + +<p><em>Agis.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">My prayer be first, my lords!</span></p> + +<p><em>Voices.</em> A lot! A lot!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Nay, sons, a fall from you</span><br /> +Would give him hope to pick his honor up<br /> +And steal again to favor. He will plead<br /> +That you, full-fed, met him in famished hour,<br /> +When Fate hung him with bruises leeching strength,<br /> +And gave you victory. Let my offer hold.<br /> +A maiden to him, and we'll hear no more<br /> +Of valorous Biades.</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> We are agreed.</p> + +<p><em>Second Ephor.</em> Who is our strongest maid?</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">We've six whose claims</span><br /> +Push equal. All in public game have won<br /> +The bow of Artemis.</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> We'll choose from these.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Olympus, shower me woes! I will not cringe,<br /> +So they be man's. But save me from a mock<br /> +That makes misfortune past seem sweet as drops<br /> +From Hera's healing cup!</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">A mock? The gods</span><br /> +Have never honored you till now.</p> + +<p><em>Myr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">See these,</span><br /> +My bantling? Arms that made Kalides wear<br /> +A three months' bruise!</p> + +<p><em>The.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And these have locked the strength</span><br /> +Of Lenon in defeat!</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Ask Mirador</span><br /> +If he liked well the sandy bed I gave him.</p> + +<p><em>Nac.</em> Bethink you now how you'll outcrow disgrace,<br /> +For you'll be short of breath when you've gone through<br /> +The brash I'll give you.</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Then he'll show his reefed</span><br /> +And wattled skin, and say that want of bread<br /> +O'ercame him, not our valor.</p> + +<p><em>Art.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Look you, maids!</span><br /> +His hollow eyes do beg some pity of us.<br /> +We'll give him yet a chance, and mate him with<br /> +Our lame Coraina. She's near well again.<br /> +Will drop her crutch to be our champion.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Zeus,</span><br /> +Behold me patient! Furies, though I lack<br /> +Some vaunting flesh, the sharpest ill that on<br /> +My body ravins feeds a spirit that<br /> +Might meet with Heracles and give him need<br /> +Of both his arms!</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> Ha! Better! Maids, his tongue<br /> +Will fight yet!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Peace! The ephors choose</span><br /> +That Dianessa bear this honor off.<br /> +She threw strong Mirador, first of the youths,<br /> +Which puts her o'er the rest.</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">We've else determined</span><br /> +That with the fall the Athenian forfeits life.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> And if I win, my lords? Since life must pay<br /> +Defeat, should victory not solicit me<br /> +With counterpoisèd prize?</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">We shall accept you</span><br /> +Leader and comrade, and give escort fair<br /> +To bear your suit to Phernes.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;"> More! The maid</span><br /> +Shall be your bride, and bind you son and brother<br /> +To Sparta's love.</p> + +<p><em>Second Ephor.</em> You, Stesilaus, assent?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Since without risk you may pursue your folly,<br /> +I'll not oppose you.</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dianessa, you</span><br /> +Abide our will?</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> And welcome it. 'Twill work<br /> +Like Mars in me, and make my arm<br /> +The gallows of his fame. The Athenian lady!<br /> +I'd choose a husband among men.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">And I,</span><br /> +My generous, dear lords, would woo and win<br /> +Some mute and humble maid. I would not force<br /> +The noble Dianessa bend her head<br /> +To one unworthied by a hostile Fate.</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> Tut, sir! If Fortune's love returns with heat<br /> +That makes you conqueror, by that same sun<br /> +Her pride will melt, and you will find her meek<br /> +As gosling in your hand.</p> + +<p><em>Second Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">'Tis settled so.</span><br /> +Wear what you win.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Rising</em>] Ye reverend men, and you,<br /> +My noble father, may my suit reveal<br /> +My love to Sparta and your love to me,<br /> +Which has not spoken in this act of yours<br /> +That overpeers me and gives up my due<br /> +To Dianessa.</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> Ha?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Though Mirador</span><br /> +Was forced below her, never in a bout<br /> +Has she ta'en honors from me, while I oft<br /> +Have left her down.</p> + +<p><em>Second Ephor.</em> Speak'st truly?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Hear herself</span><br /> +Avouch it.</p> + +<p><em>Dia.</em> Ay, you overmate me, but<br /> +The gap between us will not cast the match<br /> +To Biades. And I was chosen.</p> + +<p><em>Fourth Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Nay,</span><br /> +You must give place.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I've other reason, sir.</span><br /> +It is my dear, war-honored father lays<br /> +This match on Sparta, and my pride of house<br /> +Would bear his counsel through the act that sets<br /> +The sage's seal upon it.</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">A daughter, sir!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Bare duty might so speak.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;"> This gives me warmth</span><br /> +My maiden comrades lack. By every vein<br /> +My father gave me, his time-laurelled brow<br /> +Shall never wear a garland less!</p> + +<p><em>Second Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Well sworn!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> And for I saw——</p> + +<p><em>Third Ephor.</em> More reasons?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">—the rude shame</span><br /> +The Athenian put upon the ambassadors,<br /> +And mine own eyes bore him in lowest semblance,<br /> +Demeaned from manhood, his dishonor wrapped<br /> +In purple cost that left it yet more naked.<br /> +I swear he shall not honored lead our wars!<br /> +If our gray heroes fail us, we have dames<br /> +To choose from,—need not go to Athens!</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> This speaks! The victory's won where courage makes<br /> +Such stout provision.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">If I fail, my lords,</span><br /> +Then gods are mongers and their favors sell,<br /> +Denying honest prayers.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Come, Biades.</span><br /> +Art ready?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Ay, long past!</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Your places then.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Delay you! Biades, with modesty<br /> +Unlooked for, but most fit, you gave up claim<br /> +To Dianessa.——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Nay, 'twas but an offer<br /> +Whose bounty met refusal.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">I'll accept it</span><br /> +In Pyrrha's name.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">So prudent against loss?</span><br /> +This caution, sir, gives me a victor's heart.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Triumph is hers a certain thousand times,<br /> +And yours a dicer's once, slipped you between<br /> +Hiccough and snore of gods at shutting time.<br /> +But since that once will have a thousandth chance<br /> +To trouble me, I'll grant you free of Pyrrha.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Wait till 'tis begged. Lysander spoke with kind<br /> +And equal honor, which did soften me<br /> +To leave his daughter his. And others here<br /> +Have tendered me the gentle looks that breed<br /> +The answering benison till hearts of earth<br /> +Feel heaven's element. But you, whose hate<br /> +Should hiss from crawling shape, not upright man's,<br /> +Wake fires in me that eat through godly patience<br /> +And sweep to battle. I'll endure no further.<br /> +Back with your taunts! And if 'twill make you sore<br /> +Where pride is daintiest, I'll your daughter wed<br /> +Because she is your daughter!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Bark, you puppy,</span><br /> +But you'll not carry it!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Were she featured foul</span><br /> +As snaked Medusa,—her brow a hanging night,—<br /> +Her figure hooped as age when chin and toes<br /> +Are neighbors,—and of speech so scaly, harsh<br /> +As Stesilaus,—I, with no more color<br /> +Or shade of reason than that you deny me,<br /> +Would make her bride. The ephors gave their word,<br /> +And what I win I'll wear!</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">We'll see you do.</span><br /> +Content you, Stesilaus. None will weep<br /> +To know your bluff soul matched. To place! To place!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>They wrestle. Pyrrha loses. Silence, then applause for Biades</em>]</p> + +<p><em>A Lord.</em> My heart upheld him, for I know him brave.</p> + +<p><em>Another.</em> I saw his dripping sword on Theban plain<br /> +Cut through the knotted fray and make two fields<br /> +O' the combat.</p> + +<p><em>Another.</em> He can pray too, Delphi knows!</p> + +<p><em>Another.</em> But when his gallant prayers their action find<br /> +The gods themselves rage in them.</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> [<em>To Pyrrha</em>] Daughter, take<br /> +Fair thanks from us for brave support of Sparta,<br /> +And having lost, more thanks for giving her<br /> +Another soldier. Has defeat made soft<br /> +Your heart for swift espousal?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Let me woo</span><br /> +In slower way, good father. Tho' my boast<br /> +Rose high 'gainst Stesilaus' scorn, I'm not<br /> +Of heart so rash that I would lose her love<br /> +By taking it. With Sparta's aid now mine,<br /> +I'll ask her choose a noble guard and sail<br /> +With me, that I, by time and fortune graced,<br /> +May win a double suit, herself and Persia.</p> + +<p><em>First Ephor.</em> We'll think of it. Our plans are still unthreshed.<br /> +Come with us, Biades.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Ephors, with senators and Biades, lead the way over +bridge. All follow except Stesilaus and Pyrrha</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">How was 't he won?</span><br /> +And he was livid famine! Scurfed with weeks<br /> +Of beggary! While you—such arms had saved<br /> +Antiope from Theseus!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">[<em>Pyrrha droops silent</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Up, my daughter!</span><br /> +We'll make this fall our hope. You shall take sail<br /> +With Biades——</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Gods hear me, no!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">You will.</span><br /> +I know his aim. He will betray our force<br /> +To Athens,—pardon's price. Athenian ease<br /> +Is in his marrow like a siren sleep,<br /> +And all this hardy show is but to buy<br /> +His languors back. You'll watch within his ship,<br /> +With Hieron a second secret eye,<br /> +And when his treachery ripens, take command<br /> +And bring him bound to Sparta.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Be so near?</span><br /> +Sail in his ship?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Be near him as a wife.</span><br /> +Watch close. Lie in his thoughts, though not his bed.<br /> +And if he presses to the shrine of favor,<br /> +Here is my dagger. This will be your guard.<br /> +Let him meet death upon it,—and that death<br /> +Be honor's sanctuary. Come! My brow<br /> +Must smooth submissive to the senators.<br /> +Clear too your face with summer policy.<br /> +Thus openly we'll hide. The State's turned fool,<br /> +And naught between her and perdition save<br /> +An old man and a girl! [<em>Exit</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Gazing at dagger</em>] If this cold blade<br /> +Were seeking traitors 't might look in my heart.</p> + +<p class="center1"><br /> +[<em>Curtain</em>]</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT IV</h3> + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <em>On board a galley off Athens. An open door left of centre, rear, +shows a moonlit sea. Cressets burning within. Pyrrha discovered, seated +and fingering a dagger. A diminishing sound of dipping oars and rowers +singing.</em></p> + +<p> </p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">God of the bold who ride</span> +<span class="i2">With song o'er their dead</span> +<span class="i0">Whose unsown graves wait wide,</span> +<span class="i2">The singers' bed,—</span> +<span class="i0">Poseidon, befriend, befriend,</span> +<span class="i0">And the good wind send!</span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The sirens are on their rocks;</span> +<span class="i2">Like a piercèd moon</span> +<span class="i0">Weeping her gold, their locks</span> +<span class="i2">To the waters run.</span> +<span class="i0">Poseidon, befriend, befriend,</span> +<span class="i0">And the good wind send!</span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fleet are the foam-toothed hounds</span> +<span class="i2">That hunt unfed,</span> +<span class="i0">With hunger that aches like wounds,</span> +<span class="i2">And ships their bread.</span> +<span class="i0">Poseidon, befriend, befriend,</span> +<span class="i0">And the good wind send!</span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Lysander</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Lysander! You? Is 't battle?</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">At dawn we move</span><br /> +Upon the Athenian ships.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">They've come from harbor?</span></p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> Nay, lurking still, fear-cabled to the land,<br /> +Like weanlings round a skirt.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">At last a battle!</span><br /> +And Biades is true. The watch is done.<br /> +I'm sick of spying, hanging on him like<br /> +A doubt with teeth. He leaves this galley then?</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> Commands from the <em>Ino</em>, now so brave repaired<br /> +She sits her place as though the sea and air<br /> +Debated who should claim her, and she no more<br /> +Adorns both elements than herself's adorned<br /> +By our young admiral.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">He is gone? So soon?</span></p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> Went, but is here again, and here must stay<br /> +These next three hours or more.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Why so, Lysander?</span></p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> We sacrifice aboard Thrasyllus' ship,<br /> +Where now the captains gather, and the hand<br /> +Of one who leads the foe to his fathers' hearth<br /> +Would cloud the omen. He must keep apart.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> You've told him that?</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">We have not dared.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 16em;">Not dared?</span><br /> +Way, Spartan lions, for the Athenian puppy!</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> He's tender with his honor.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">His honor!</span></p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">Soft!</span><br /> +We shunt all danger if you mew him here<br /> +Unwitting of our hand.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I do not wear</span><br /> +Athene's ægis on my jerkin, friend.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> You can divinely drug his vanity<br /> +Without immortal aid. Attach him by 't,<br /> +For free he'll chafe. Drift with him in such wise<br /> +He'll not suspect our rudder.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Ay, more lies.</span></p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> Truth is no absolute virtue. 'Tis a vice<br /> +If 't takes a screw from safety.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">There is law</span><br /> +Higher than Sparta utters. If not so,<br /> +What mean our altars, and a kneeling world?</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> Hmm! I delay the sacrifice. Dost know<br /> +I take my Dianessa? A virgin's hand<br /> +Must weave the victim's garland.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Ah, the moon</span><br /> +Of Artemis! A virgin's hand. They ask<br /> +Not mine?</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> You are a bride in Sparta's eyes.<br /> +Would Truth might speak it too! For Biades<br /> +Has won all love but yours.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I'll wed no traitor.</span></p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> What? He is false?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Ay, false to Athens.</span></p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Phut!</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Hieron</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> How like you this, sir? Biades has stripped<br /> +The galley of its rowers,—sent them all<br /> +To his gilded <em>Ino</em>,—every boat in charter<br /> +To bear his trappings,—parchments, maps, and gifts<br /> +From Phernes,—curtains, instruments——</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">The stuff</span><br /> +Goes with the admiral, and what other way<br /> +Than by the boats? Say naught of 't.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">This a time</span><br /> +To spend a feathering!</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Nay——</span></p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">And why send all?</span><br /> +A half—a third—had answered. There's not left<br /> +An oarsman on the galley save the men<br /> +Who brought you from the <em>Thetis</em>.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">You've the guard,—</span><br /> +Yourself its head. Give Biades his way<br /> +When prudence pays no cost. We've hedged and hemmed<br /> +His wrestling will until his pride is brashed<br /> +To the rebel quick——</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Sst! He is here.</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Biades stands in door</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Lysander,</span><br /> +They hail you from Thrasyllus' ship. You stay<br /> +The rites.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> [<em>Troubled</em>] But is it time——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Full time.</span></p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">My boat——</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Is waiting.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I—you, sir——</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">You'll bear my grace</span><br /> +To our priestly captains?</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">You stay here?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">I shall,</span><br /> +If you'll not press me other. As you pray<br /> +For clearer omen and a morning battle,<br /> +Let only those whose land holds them untainted<br /> +Stand in the holy ring.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Above our prayers</span><br /> +This act will speak to Heaven in Sparta's name<br /> +And make her gods your own.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">If that might be,</span><br /> +Lysander! To have no altars is a fate<br /> +Man can not bear for long.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">The rowers, sir!</span><br /> +How soon do they return?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">They've leave to see</span><br /> +The midnight toward with their fellow crew<br /> +On the <em>Ino</em>.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Midnight!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Loyal beggars, all.</span><br /> +They're sad to lose their captain, and I pay<br /> +Their grieving flattery with this stinted lease<br /> +From duty here. They'll use 't in prayerful rite——</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> Not prayer! The casks will drip too free for that.<br /> +If any prayers come from the heart to throat,<br /> +They'll downward wash again, not out and fly.<br /> +Say'st midnight, sir?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I do. They will return</span><br /> +In time to set the galley from the cast<br /> +Of morning danger.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Move again? The ship</span><br /> +Is now to rearward, by some rods.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">She is.</span><br /> +And shall go farther. Here's no fighting deck.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> Ay, these soft cabins, Corinth-modelled as<br /> +A prince, would make a floating holiday,<br /> +Put soldiers from their place.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">The ship must lie</span><br /> +Full east, on th' safest wave. We've treasure 'neath<br /> +These sails that make their weathered woof more dear<br /> +Than threaded gold of Hera's mantle.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Ah,</span><br /> +You mean the women.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">No,—a woman. Come,</span><br /> +Lysander.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> Sir, what time wilt take your place<br /> +Aboard the <em>Ino</em>?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Give me till the midnight,</span><br /> +I'll from that moment be your admiral.<br /> +But for these gentle hours that lie between,<br /> +I would as merest man use their light wings<br /> +To chase a hope through heaven.</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> [<em>With a glance at Pyrrha</em>] And bring it down,<br /> +My lord!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exeunt Lysander, Biades, and Hieron</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Now, Impudence, no more's to do!<br /> +Go up and take thy crown. Before my eyes<br /> +He teaches them he wooes me, and my pride<br /> +Mutely abets his guile. [<em>Holds up the dagger</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">My fine defence,</span><br /> +Thou'rt warder to a bosom unbesieged.<br /> +In Biades' contempt I have a guard<br /> +That saves thine office. Go, you glittering mock!<br /> + + [<em>In a passion of resolution she throws the dagger through +the door</em>]<br /> + +That's done. No matter. He does not look at me,<br /> +Or looks as though his eyes begged pardon of him,<br /> +For their chance stop on nothing.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter Biades, the dagger in his hand</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Here's a toy</span><br /> +Caught from the rigging. Yours, I think.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 13em;">[<em>Offers it to her. She does not take it</em>]</span><br /> + +It must be dear. I've seen you fondle it.<br /> +Is it not yours?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">It was.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Then is. And worth</span><br /> +Your keeping. A good blade, though Spartan plain.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> I'm weary of it. In Athens I shall find<br /> +Another pattern.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Testing blade</em>] Fine and strong. Will wear<br /> +A hundred years, then make a door for death.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 11em;">[<em>Turns it against his heart. She starts</em>]</span><br /> + +You'll take it, Pyrrha. To throw it to the sea<br /> +Were waste for an Athenian.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Keep it then.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> You give this blade to me?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">I care not. Keep</span><br /> +What you have praised.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Pressing it against his cheek</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">A gentle weapon,—but</span><br /> +I've somewhat 'gainst it.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<em>Goes to door and throws it far into the sea</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Kiss the waves, my friend!</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<em>Returns to Pyrrha and sits by her</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Softly</em>] I leave the ship to-night.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Uneasy</em>] <span style="margin-left: 8em;">And time you led</span><br /> +The fleet to battle. You've excused delay<br /> +Till palling breath became the shroud of action,<br /> +And yet refused it funeral.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I know</span><br /> +How you have doubted. O, this soul of Sparta,<br /> +That can not trust! It peeps from every eye,<br /> +Deepest where kindest. Tags each friendly word<br /> +With its unspoken dread,—and comradeship,<br /> +That strives to wrap it in a gala cloak,<br /> +Strains vainly round the huge, dun doubt, agape<br /> +In dreary revelation.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">You are free</span><br /> +To leave us.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Free? Five Spartan nobles watch<br /> +Beside me, move with every step, for so<br /> +The admiral must be honored! Hieron<br /> +Foregoes his place at sacrifice to serve<br /> +My dignity. Not for his gods he'll put<br /> +A furlong 'tween us.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">He's the ship's good eye.</span><br /> +And all the men except the lords of guard<br /> +Are, by your grace, a-neighboring. Would you leave<br /> +The galley without watch?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">No, Pyrrha, sweet.</span><br /> +But I would woo you with no ear at the door.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Rising</em>] My lord!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Indifferent</em>] Nay, then. I can't oppose the sex<br /> +Of Aphrodite. My one frailty.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">One!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> What? I have more?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">The moments of your life</span><br /> +Are not so many!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Gods be thanked, I'm young!</span><br /> +How may I change to please a Spartan scold?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Be anything you're not.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">You have not heard</span><br /> +I am the admiral of the Spartan fleet,<br /> +With Persian Phernes yonder at my beck,<br /> +Broad-winged with all Phoenicia? You know not<br /> +I am a general?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;"> Oh, to be that name,</span><br /> +Not make 't thy bauble! What dost know<br /> +Of secret, sleepless hours, and delving thought<br /> +That nations may lie safe? By what grave right<br /> +Wear you the title? What deep sacrifice?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Leave sacrifice to fools and women! Ay,<br /> +More lies are huddled in that saintly word<br /> +Than ever smirked outside it. The strong soul<br /> +Low bowing there, lies to his god,—the weak<br /> +Lies to the world behind a holy shield<br /> +That turns the spear of justice. Pallas, hear!<br /> +A general makes himself a master, lest<br /> +The State make him a servant.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">True in <em>Athens</em>!</span><br /> +But you've another name. I've heard you called<br /> +The young philosopher. Play you at that.<br /> +'Twill tire naught but the tongue. Yours will go far.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Nay, spare me toil of spirit searching through<br /> +Earth, sea, and sky for phrases magical<br /> +To wrap creation in, as 'twere a babe<br /> +Each man might call his own could he but find<br /> +Some good-wife fancy to deliver it.<br /> +No other hope?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;"> They name you poet, too.</span><br /> +Build round your spirit an Elysian cheat<br /> +And buzz it through upon a golden wing.<br /> +Is that not idle enough?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You touch me now</span><br /> +With flattery's gold point. I wince and love<br /> +The pain. Yet I'd not be a frolic breath<br /> +At play with Spring and florets in the dew,<br /> +Or move in rhymèd courtesies before<br /> +The smile or frown of gods. Trick my dear soul<br /> +In May-day rags to catch a languid eye.<br /> +Babble of moods and minds, how some think this,<br /> +Some that, and some have never thought. Drone how<br /> +On such a day one struck another down,<br /> +Or led a fleet, or laid a city wall.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> What would you sing then, pray?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">I would not sing.</span><br /> +Was there not poetry before men spake?<br /> +I'd go behind the broidered veil we've wrought<br /> +Before the face of one that we loved much<br /> +And then forgot for beauty of the shroud.<br /> +The old lere's lost, the new but irks our dream.<br /> +We listen to ourselves, while round us ever<br /> +Are worlds that vainly pluck us to their doors,<br /> +Giving us sign in lightning, heat, and wave,<br /> +In flake of snow, flint-spark, and crystal rock,<br /> +In stones that make the iron creep, and color,<br /> +Fair flag and challenge to our shuttered minds.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Moving nearer</em>] Oh!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Seeming to forget her</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Round our lives is life whose destiny</span><br /> +Is that frontier no word of ours has crossed,<br /> +But man to come shall plant and harvest there,<br /> +Where his soul sets the plough.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Softly</em>] You know that too?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> That life shall warm his barest common way<br /> +Of in and out. In field and market-place,<br /> +He'll lay his cheek 'gainst its unbodied love<br /> +And flush translations of its silent touch.<br /> +Then will be poets! Thought that now must fail<br /> +In bird-wing flight, shall from a violet's eye<br /> +O'erlook the sun. Till then I will not sing.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Not fight, philosophize, or sing!<br /> +What's left for an Athenian?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Remembering her</em>] Love, fair Pyrrha!<br /> +You know the tale how Chaos once uncurled<br /> +Her laboring bulk from round a fire-leafed rose<br /> +And sent its petals drifting down to fields<br /> +Where mortals foot with chance? Whoso they touch<br /> +Are lovers always, and one came to me.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Now here's ambition! And you live for that?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Ay there's the charm contents me with dull earth,<br /> +And puts a rainbow in my listless hand.<br /> +The way is pleasant if the road be love's,<br /> +And I'd not shorten it by one maid's eye.<br /> +To be a lover,—that's the graceful thing.<br /> +Then one moves velvetly, forgets no curve,<br /> +And lives his picture, line and color true.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> That rôle's struck from your play, you'll find, my lord.<br /> +Maidens will smile, but scorn will set the lip,<br /> +And women's eyes be warm, but hate their fire<br /> +For you, the traitor.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Traitor?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>In the door</em>] See the gleam<br /> +On Athens, yours no more. The softest breast<br /> +Within her walls is steel when you are named.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> But there are maids in Sparta.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Not for you,</span><br /> +A traitor to the soil that gave you life.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> That soil first cast me off.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">A mother strikes</span><br /> +Her child, but should the child return the blow<br /> +Gods would droop eyes and blush.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">But were I true</span><br /> +To my own land, I should be false to yours.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> A virtue that. A maid might love you then.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> A Spartan maid?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">A Spartan maid. But now</span><br /> +We hold you as no more than loathèd bait<br /> +To capture Athens. Used as a stuck fly<br /> +To hook a chub!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Hieron</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> What saucy fury sports<br /> +With Hieron? His even smile's unfixed<br /> +As the middle of two minds.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Sir, Phernes sends</span><br /> +Six maidens from his ship to dance before you.<br /> +The noble Persian chooses time most fit<br /> +For wantoning,—the hour of sacrifice<br /> +And battle prayer.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> You're justly kindled. What<br /> +Though it be royal custom in his East,—<br /> +A grace from king to king,—to garnish danger<br /> +With frillet of relief that makes death seem<br /> +The last-dropped toy, we'll dare to let him know<br /> +That we are Greeks, and walk the edge of graves<br /> +With eyes upon the gods. Go, pack them off!</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> Why,—so I meant. The act struck rudely on<br /> +Our ritual hour. But if his Eastern mind<br /> +Paints it a courtesy——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">A sovereign honor.</span></p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> He is of haughty blood,—burns at rebuff——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Ay, like a hornet blind. A thousand times<br /> +I've eased his fret and run his humor's mould<br /> +Like summer wax, lest he should break from Sparta<br /> +That stood in rigid ruin. Now I leave it!<br /> +His anger can be put to gentlest sleep,<br /> +But 'tis no babe when stirred. Choose as you will.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> The honor is to you. Be yours the answer.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> I'm worn with him. Three hours to-day I played<br /> +His vanity, while chance touched either side,<br /> +Waiting the word that should cut through suspense<br /> +And seal him ours for battle.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">To huff his pride</span><br /> +'Tween this and dawn would poorly soothe our own<br /> +At an uncertain cost. But let him leer<br /> +I' the oracles' face....</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">He has not sent Alissa?</span></p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> There's one so calls herself. Spoke out the name<br /> +As we should fall before it.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">She's most free</span><br /> +In Phernes' heart. Knows all the honey-ways<br /> +To his secret soul, and what is said to her<br /> +He'll hear ere morn. As you love victory,<br /> +I hope you met her gently.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">If surprise</span><br /> +Made greeting harsh, I will undo that harm<br /> +With softer welcome. And beseech you, sir,<br /> +To suffer this mistimed civility<br /> +For Sparta's sake.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">I will, dear Hieron,</span><br /> +Since 'tis your suit.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Thanks, thanks, my lord.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Let them come in. I'll see their briefest dance,<br /> +And give Alissa one commending word,<br /> +Which straight as faithful bee she'll hive<br /> +In Phernes' ear.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<em>Exit Hieron</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">What think you of it, Pyrrha?</span><br /> +You do approve me?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Approve your wits, my friend.<br /> +Had they been Spartan trained, you'd bring them off,<br /> +Untarnished still, from argument with Zeus.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> When Pallas praises, bow.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Poor Hieron</span><br /> +Is now the sweating agent of your will<br /> +To see these callets dance.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Unpitiful!</span><br /> +I'd touch my lips to Lethe, and you'd snatch<br /> +The oblivious drop from me! You know how dear<br /> +The bond that shall be cut with sword of dawn,—<br /> +So close no seer may tell which shall bleed most,<br /> +Athens or her lost son.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Art low at last?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Dun, dun, my Pyrrha, as a Barbary pigeon!<br /> +So low not all my pride can vaunt me up.<br /> +Then let me have my wine,—the draught of eyes,<br /> +Of music and of smiles, till I be drunk<br /> +And sleep.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Enter six Athenian youths, led by Clearchus, all disguised +as Persian dancers. As they dance before Biades +his pleasure quickens to abandonment</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Ah, Pyrrha, you've denied my heart<br /> +All noble love, but here's a pleasure left.<br /> +Soft eyes and gentle bosoms may be mine<br /> +Where scorn is taught to sleep and never sting.<br /> +... That is Alissa. We must honor her.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>He signals Clearchus, and the others pass out, leaving +him to dance alone. As he ventures more flirtatiously +about Biades, Pyrrha's disgust increases and she retreats. +Clearchus, dancing mockingly, follows her to +door, and when she has passed through audaciously +closes it</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Now! Quick! In name of Zeus! The senators<br /> +Received my message?</p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> [<em>Darting to Biades</em>] Ay, the answer's here!<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">[<em>Gives him a parchment</em>]</span><br /> + +Full pardon! Athens will lay down her walls<br /> +To make your entry proud! Her gates are small,<br /> +For honor she intends you!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Glances at parchment and sobs</em>]<br /> +My Athens! Mine! Though she should take my life,<br /> +And my bruised body fling unburied forth,<br /> +Yet would my shade drop kisses on her soil<br /> +And weep to leave it for Elysium! [<em>With sudden control</em>]<br /> +What of my plan?</p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Adopted, in each item.</span><br /> +Soon as the dropping moon is in the sea,<br /> +The Athenian rowers, coming as your own,<br /> +Will board this galley and bear her a bird<br /> +To th' harbor nest.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">They've force to meet the guards?</span></p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> Thrice measured, sir. The <em>Theia</em>——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">My own ship!</span></p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> Your own—will meet you, every sailor true<br /> +As when he wept your banishment. And Phaon,<br /> +Critias, Pelagon, Antiganor,<br /> +With twenty senators and men of name,<br /> +Wait on her deck in welcome.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Back, ye tears!</span><br /> +The rowers know my signal?</p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Yes, my lord.</span><br /> +Three cressets on the left,—set here in this<br /> +Embrasure. They will watch, near as they dare,<br /> +And instantly as darts your triple gleam<br /> +Their oars will sweep you answer.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>A commotion without</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Hist! What's wrong?</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Enter Hieron and Pyrrha. Hieron goes to Clearchus and +tears off his veil and head-dress</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> O, pardon! I'll confess!</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">'Tis you, my lord,</span><br /> +I now unmask, not this bought wretch.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">What, sir?</span></p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> Your Persian dancers are Athenian boys,<br /> +All slim as lizards. We o'er-eyed their steps,<br /> +And on suspicion gave them such a pinch<br /> +The truth flew out.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Their guilt does not prove mine.</span><br /> +Is it my crime that Athens touched me near<br /> +With bribe of pardon?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Hear the boy. You are<br /> +Clearchus? And of Athens?</p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I am.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">You brought</span><br /> +His pardon. Did he welcome it?</p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">He did.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> He lies! The coward lies!</p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">He did agree</span><br /> +That Phernes should draw off his fleet and join<br /> +With Athens.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Oh! Where are the Olympian thunders<br /> +That they now let you live?</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Draw off his fleet</span><br /> +To-night?</p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> Ere dawn.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">That such an atom—such</span><br /> +A trifle of a body could enclose<br /> +So great a lie!</p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> The Persian is at watch,<br /> +Waiting the signal——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Toad!</span></p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">If pardon came,</span><br /> +Two cressets set——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I'll shred him!</span></p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">At the left——</span><br /> +Just here, my lord, would start the Persian ships<br /> +For Athens.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Oh!</p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">But if three cressets burnt,</span><br /> +Then he would hold to Sparta.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Three?</span></p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Three, sir.</span><br /> +Look in his bosom if you'd read the proof.<br /> +His pardon's there.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> By the altars I have lost,<br /> +By Sparta's yet unwon, I swear he lies!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Pyrrha snatches the parchment from his bosom</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> You bat—you mole—you cur-born flea——</p> + +<p><em>Clea.</em> [<em>To Hieron</em>] <span style="margin-left: 12em;">O, sir,</span><br /> +Your mercy! Save me from him!</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Wait without.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Full pardon! Bring the irons! We are sold!<br /> +Irons for Biades!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Accepting defeat</em>] Ay, let me wear<br /> +My honor's livery. Every foe-locked gyve<br /> +Will be my country's kiss, and make my blood<br /> +Flow proud beneath it. Irons! Load me down,<br /> +Now that you know me man, and not the thrall<br /> +Of vilest fear that buys suspected breath<br /> +With a mother-city's doom.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I'll grant you, sir,</span><br /> +That by this act you do no longer lie<br /> +In the unconsidered trash of estimation,<br /> +But have crept up in my surprisèd mind<br /> +To where I keep my jewels of regard.<br /> +That is soon said,—but for the rest, you die.<br /> +And more than die, for we shall hurl your name<br /> +A palsy over Athens.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">You'll not fight</span><br /> +Athens and Persia!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Persia is not lost.</span><br /> +Your signal is unlit.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">But we'll light ours!</span><br /> +Three cressets——</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Stopping him</em>] Wait! The event's too great<br /> +To helve with such slight word. That snivelling blab<br /> +May've lied, or crossed the signals, for the young<br /> +Are easiest dyed in craft, and take its hue<br /> +As natively as innocence doth wear<br /> +Its smile in sleep.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> What then?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">You'll go to Phernes.</span></p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> There are no boats.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Tut, take the boats that brought</span><br /> +Those purfled cymlings here. Their rowers too.<br /> +Ah, Biades, you'll serve us still. And thought<br /> +To trap all Sparta with this tip-toe bait!<br /> +We have a saying. "Wit against the world,—"<br /> +And there's another too, "The last lie wins."<br /> +Hast heard it, Biades? We'll bear your word<br /> +To Phernes that with dawn you move with him<br /> +Upon the Athenian sails.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">He'll hear no word</span><br /> +From Spartan mouth. So 'twas agreed between us,<br /> +To annul such move as this if chance should strip<br /> +My bent of cover. I alone may reach<br /> +His ear with Sparta's prayer.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">We'll cast for proof</span><br /> +Of that. If true, we shall remember, sir,<br /> +That Sparta has won cities with no aid<br /> +From Persia.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> You'll not go alone to meet<br /> +The strength of Athens?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Your far-wingèd name</span><br /> +And sea-born battle-skill shall go with us.<br /> +Your single arm's no loss, but in your fame,<br /> +Yet ours to use, the Spartan strength<br /> +Is doubled. Ha! They call us landmen,—say<br /> +We must have feet on ground ere we can fight.<br /> +But you they fear, bred to the wave, and first<br /> +Of their commanders.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Let me die, but leave</span><br /> +My name unmurdered.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">It shall be outflung</span><br /> +In challenge to the Athenians. They know well<br /> +The sailor rabble loves you, and will oppose<br /> +But half a heart to Biades. Some too,<br /> +Of higher place, believe you wronged, and fear<br /> +The angered gods will station on your side.<br /> +By spearman Ares, you shall keep the oath<br /> +Great-sworn on Sparta's ground, to set her lance<br /> +Through Athens' triple shield! Ay, though you lie<br /> +In irons waiting death.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">The sunken souls</span><br /> +Of deepest, damnèd Dis have never borne<br /> +So vile a sting! You can not mean it, Pyrrha.<br /> +Cast on my soul what Pluto would disbar<br /> +From his fire-vaulted hell? I'll proudly die<br /> +For treachery to you, but clear my name<br /> +To Athens. Take not life and honor too!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> One you may save,—your life.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">What do you say?</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Draw Phernes back to us, and you shall live.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> You offer me but death, knowing I could not live<br /> +A traitor.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> You choose to die as one?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Oh, Zeus,</span><br /> +All-giver, hear!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">What gain is death to you</span><br /> +If reputation dies eternally<br /> +In Athens' hate? Sparta will do as much<br /> +As spare your life.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nay——</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">She shall nothing know</span><br /> +Of this hour's lapse——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">O, bitter stars! O, Death</span><br /> +Past fatal!—reaching o'er thy charnel bound<br /> +To usurp the immortal garden! Die a traitor!<br /> +Never will dew from a forgiving eye<br /> +Fall on my grave!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Nor will the upbraiding gaze<br /> +Of Heaven be more tender. For you chose<br /> +To risk your country's life on turn of chance,<br /> +Having no surety that drawn to danger<br /> +You then could pluck her out. Ah, made her fate<br /> +Your stake at dice, because, escaped the hazard,<br /> +You'd toss with her to fortune! And your guilt<br /> +Is heavy in her fall as though your hand<br /> +Bore down her last defence and fierce untrussed<br /> +Her heart to th' wolvish air.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Oh, Pyrrha, Pyrrha!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Then why haste on to death? The noblest shades<br /> +Will make no room for you where'er they walk.<br /> +Why rush through the first gate to meet their cold<br /> +Immortal scorn?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">But life with honor gone!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> If death could buy it, then 'twere wise<br /> +To buy so goldenly. But that's too late.<br /> +Choose life,—with honor such as Sparta lays<br /> +On those who serve but her. This treachery<br /> +That we've by hap unbagged in 'ts eanling hour<br /> +Shall be safe snugged again. And cherished too!<br /> +For in my eyes it is the one brave flower<br /> +Of your most barren being. None shall know it,<br /> +And Sparta, as she will, may laurels weave<br /> +About your faith.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> But Hieron?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>To Hieron</em>] You'll swear with me? [<em>He hesitates</em>]<br /> +In Sparta's name? [<em>Takes his hand</em>] And mine?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">No, no!</span></p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> I'll swear.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Oh, not that price! No, till the end</span><br /> +O' the world!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Life, Biades, life!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I will not do it!</span><br /> +Athens may singly conquer!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Then you die</span><br /> +By Sparta's hand, and Athens holds your name<br /> +Accursed through time. The irons, Hieron.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Biades hunches despairingly, his face hidden</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Apart</em>] Gods! He will yield!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Looking up</em>] I'll do it,—dare to live,—<br /> +And Attica may call me what she will.<br /> +A traitor breathes, and feels the blessed sun.<br /> +He's ne'er so poor but can his housing find<br /> +In alms-lapped Nature. Her unchoosing airs<br /> +Ask not his name before they touch his brow<br /> +And tell him when 'tis spring. He yet may dream<br /> +In unrebuking shades, and birds will sing<br /> +As liquidly as though he were not by.<br /> +Food is yet food, and wine is ever wine.<br /> +I will not die. [<em>Rises</em>] By Maia's son, I'll live!<br /> +What is my country but the bit of earth<br /> +Where chance did spawn me? 'Tis no treachery.<br /> +We're traitors unto love, not hate,—to trust,<br /> +Not doubt and slander such as Athens poured<br /> +Upon me guiltless.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Crossing to him</em>] So you've found a way<br /> +To save both life and honor!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">May a worm</span><br /> +Not creep to cleaner dust? Pyrrha, be kind.<br /> +Spare me the trampling foot.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">We've lost an hour.</span><br /> +You'll send to Phernes?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">First we'll signal him.</span><br /> +He may be setting off. We must despatch,<br /> +For if he saw no sign he meant to draw<br /> +His fleet from doubtful waters and give aid<br /> +To neither side. [<em>Taking up a light</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Three cressets—that was true.</span><br /> +When once these lights have spoken, he'll receive<br /> +Your envoy as myself. Then Hieron<br /> +May bear confirming word to him, and bring<br /> +Assurance back.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> [<em>To Pyrrha</em>] You do not doubt?</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Doubt now?</span><br /> +Nay, Hieron. I'll trust him with his <em>life</em>.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> But——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Trembling</em>] O, ye gazing gods, must it be done?<br /> +In Athens' living heart set up the torch<br /> +That leaves her a charred blotch where she lay white<br /> +'Neath heaven and smiled up to sister stars!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Come, Biades!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Shall not the earth be lost</span><br /> +To God's own eye when Athens, quenched, no more<br /> +Marks where we wander? I can not do it!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Taking the cresset</em>] Too late,<br /> +My lord!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Fixes light in the open embrasure, then places two others. +Biades falls back, mantling his face</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> To Phernes now! We must not boggle this!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> If you've a doubt, sir, look on that. [<em>Points to Biades</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> I'll hasten back to you.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">But note our light.</span><br /> +The galley rowers may return ere you,<br /> +And move us to the east.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I shall not lose you.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> What escort will you take? A noble one<br /> +Will best please Phernes.</p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Mirador and Agis</span><br /> +Shall go with me. Meanthes shall remain<br /> +To be your watch.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">You'll tell them nothing?</span></p> + +<p><em>Hie.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Sir,</span><br /> +I've sworn. I shall say naught but this. That Athens<br /> +Proffered you pardon, and you hold to Sparta.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exit Hieron. Pyrrha watches from the door until the +boats put off. The sea is now dark. Biades takes up +a harp and strums it</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Turning</em>] You can do that? And I—I held my heart<br /> +At halt, there at the door, nor turned my head<br /> +Lest pity should emburn my eyes to tears. [<em>Crosses to him</em>]<br /> +Dost know that all the juniper in the world,<br /> +Burnt in thy house of honor, would not cleanse<br /> +Its doors of stench? [<em>Throws the harp aside</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And you can use that air</span><br /> +For breath of song!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Those are the bitterest words<br /> +That ever dropped me gall, but I can find<br /> +A crushèd balsam in them,—for they say<br /> +You might have loved me, Pyrrha.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">I might.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">You did.</span><br /> +The moment that I cast my Spartan mask<br /> +And showed me true to Athens, you were mine.<br /> +That instant there was joy-fall on your heart<br /> +That swept its icy sentinels with fire,<br /> +And they were down. Oh, had I then proved staunch,<br /> +Ta'en helmet off to death and bade him strike,<br /> +You would have closed my eyes with kisses warm<br /> +As rose-drift on a tomb——</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Nay, I'd have kept</span><br /> +Those eyes to be my light on earth, not star<br /> +Elysian skies. Had fought for you against<br /> +My mother Sparta. Fought as woman fights<br /> +For her one love,—with wit and armèd tongue,<br /> +And cunning that throws puzzle on the gods.<br /> +Fought till subduèd Death had knelt to Fate<br /> +And prayed your life for me!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Have I lost that?</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> You yielded—sank—unlustred even your soul<br /> +For a poor pinch of time——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">But if some touch</span><br /> +Of heaven could make me true again——</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Look on</span><br /> +Those lights, that you with single breath could turn<br /> +To weeping smoke,—they've lit a quenchless wreck<br /> +That all your sighs blow vain against,—a flame<br /> +Ungovernable to remorse. Not furrowing winds<br /> +That split the watery fields to Thetis' bed,<br /> +And make a foamy Ural of her shore,<br /> +Can sweep it out. Ay, groan and shake,<br /> +And draw your mantle up! Behind a cover<br /> +Thick as Taygetus' sides, I'd see you limned<br /> +In shame!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Springing up</em>] What's shame to love? To love fire-sprung<br /> +From instant meeting of fore-strangered eyes?<br /> +And such was ours, there in that Athens' grove.<br /> +Imperial of itself, it asks no loan<br /> +Of subject virtue's smock to drape it royal.<br /> +As fen-born vapors seem to nest the stars,<br /> +Yet far below them do but thatch the world<br /> +When they look down, the vassal qualities<br /> +May lift no touch to love, that yet must wear,<br /> +To earth's unvantaged eyes, their reek and hue.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Aerial love is but an earthling still,<br /> +It must come down for food or mortal die,<br /> +And what but virtues feed it?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Nay, you speak</span><br /> +Of a fair, lesser thing,—a grace not lit<br /> +From thurible in uncreated Hand,<br /> +But coaxed from clay to a persuaded life.<br /> +Garbed as the days,—patched, plastered, hung with dear<br /> +Possessive vanities, it serves to make<br /> +Contentment's bed, and cook a patient meal<br /> +On comfort's hearth,—even snuggles in the void<br /> +That else might ache, sings low, and makes<br /> +Companioned feet tread bravely to the grave.<br /> +It has a thousand names, but never one<br /> +Is love. Be thine that white, ungendered spark,<br /> +And naught can feed it, naught can make it less.<br /> +Virtue and vice, nobility and shame,<br /> +Are rags that drop away, while you sweep on,<br /> +Stripped as a flame, with arms about your star.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Pyrrha is silent. Both start at sound of a noise on the water</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> What sound is that?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">The rowers are returning.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> So quietly?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Goes to door and closes it</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">The world shall not come in</span><br /> +On me and you. Be mine this broken hour,<br /> +And Hieron may flute through after-time<br /> +At secret doors where you lock up your favors.<br /> +For you will go with him.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">A prophet too?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> You'll make his home, but I shall come and go<br /> +The unseen master there.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Now for the vision!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> You'll watch your door,—the unheard step is mine,—<br /> +And rock the babe born of a dream of me.<br /> +And I, far-wandered, lost unto myself,<br /> +Shall never lose you, Pyrrha. As the light<br /> +Wrapping the wave reveals its silver dance,<br /> +My being shall exult through shade and wear<br /> +The chlamys of your gleam. Your voice behind<br /> +The wind shall draw me lover-lipped to meet<br /> +Adventure's breath. You'll lie upon the hush<br /> +That girdles evening,—be the thrill within<br /> +The throstle's note, and silence when<br /> +His song is done.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Nay, it will speak of Phania,</span><br /> +Of Sybaris.——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Ay, and a hundred more<br /> +In whom I've sought for thee, my Pyrrha, always thee!<br /> +'Twill speak of them as statues speak of shards<br /> +About their feet,—the sculptor's broken dreams<br /> +That made the perfect one.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>The ship rocks</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">We're moving!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Yes,</span><br /> +You know,—to safer waters. Listen, Pyrrha,<br /> +To me—to <em>me</em>!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Those sounds——</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Kneels</em>] Hear <em>me</em>! My head<br /> +I'll votive lay till you may set your feet<br /> +Like tangled roses in my curls——</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Pyrrha springs toward the door, but Biades is before her. +The noises increase. Groans, blows, shouts</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Aside!</span><br /> +I'll pass!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> O, save our bones. I am the stronger.<br /> +You know 't.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> You! I'll wind you like a thread!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> You didn't.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Didn't....</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">When we wrestled.</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">When....</span><br /> +Oh, <em>then</em>! My arm was lame. Come, I will pass!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Nay, 'twas your heart that spared me!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Ay, like this!</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Throws him aside. He staggers against the wall for support. +She opens door. Two soldiers in armor silently +oppose spears to her passage. She slowly closes the door</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Where are we going?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">You love me. What an arm!</span><br /> +'Twas never lame!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Come! Tell me what's our port,<br /> +Then I shall know one place we do <em>not</em> go.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Tut, love! Pry into men's affairs?<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Be calm——</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> What does this mean? [<em>Advancing</em>] I'll know!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Retreating</em>] You shall! It means<br /> +"The last lie wins." We go to harbor.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Ah!...</span><br /> +Those rowers....</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Faithful and fleet as ever bore</span><br /> +An Athenian general home. They came upon<br /> +Your signal——</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Mine?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> They lay at watch, not Phernes.<br /> +Look on those lights! O, trinal star, set high<br /> +By my beloved! My honor's flaming hedge——</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">You fly,</span><br /> +But in a net! The Spartans heard those shouts.<br /> +They are in chase—you'll see——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">They're unprepared.</span><br /> +The captains off their ships, the guards in doubt,<br /> +And oarsmen half asleep. But let them come<br /> +Far as they dare, and if they dare too far<br /> +From Persia's shelter, the Athenian fleet<br /> +Will close like jaws about them.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Sits, with sudden hopelessness</em>] You have won,<br /> +My lord.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> I have.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">What will you do with me?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> I'll wed thee, sweet.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I'll not——</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Yes, love, you will.</span><br /> +There is a dagger hangs in Phelas' shop,<br /> +Shall be your bridal gift. A prizèd blade<br /> +Of coppered gold, hued like a battle morning.<br /> +Smooth-cheeked as Artemis, although inlaid<br /> +With pictured tale. A captured Amazon,<br /> +Wrought palely in alloy,—a silvered fear<br /> +On th' bronzen flush of courage,—bows before<br /> +Her conqueror, a knight who gently bends<br /> +As I do now——</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Thrusting him off</em>] No! Never! I'll not trust<br /> +Your dolphin nature! Long as fish have fins<br /> +You'll sport in every sea! Go—go to Phania!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Turns angrily from her</em>] Ay, by my gods that I have found again,<br /> +I shall wed none but an Athenian maid!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 5em;">[<em>Pyrrha swoons. He rushes to her</em>]</span><br /> + +Her heart is still. O, curse my double-tongue!<br /> +She's dead—she's dead! She takes the Spartan way—<br /> +To die, not yield! Oh, Pyrrha, Pyrrha, Pyrrha! [<em>Rushes about distractedly</em>]<br /> +I will not live! I'll leap into the sea!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>On her elbow, as he reaches door</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">You might catch cold. [<em>He stares at her. She sits up</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Is this your grace in love?</span><br /> +Your pictured ease, with no dissuasive line?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> O, Pyrrha, peace! Let us be done with cheat<br /> +And mockery!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Rising</em>] My heart on that, my lord!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Own thou art mine! My world when sunsets die!<br /> +My breath of meadows lying past the moon!<br /> +Compassionate this earth, and in my soul<br /> +Fix thee its centre. Say thou'lt come!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">My lord,</span><br /> +Could I be sure....</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ah, Pyrrha, there's no light</span><br /> +Falls from thine eye that does not sway me like<br /> +A bee in rose wind-shaken. I am thine.<br /> +There'll be no battle, but a nuptial feast<br /> +With three great armies for our brothered guests.<br /> +Your land and mine are one. Give me your hand.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> I will. For Sparta's sake.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">And love's!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>Giving her hand</em>] And love's.</p> + +<p class="center1"><br /> +[<em>Curtain</em>]</p> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT V</h3> + + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <em>The garden of Pelagon, as in first act. Enter youths and maidens +dancing about Pyrrha and Biades. They sing:</em></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hymen, god of bended knees,</span> +<span class="i2">Who would gain to thee must lose!</span> +<span class="i0">Take from us thy merry fees,</span> +<span class="i2">Though our fairest thou dost choose,—</span> +<span class="i0">Pyrrha and our Biades!</span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fling the garland and the wreath!</span> +<span class="i2">Roses, roses consecrate,</span> +<span class="i0">That upgive their happy breath</span> +<span class="i2">In an ardor 'neath our feet,</span> +<span class="i0">Kissing fortune in their death!</span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sparta's won, and Athens' wed!</span> +<span class="i2">Shyest hours of midnight, bring</span> +<span class="i0">Charm and blessing for the bed</span> +<span class="i2">Whence a fairer Greece shall spring</span> +<span class="i0">And her golden peace be bred!</span> +</div></div> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>They dance off, lower right, as Pelagon and Stesilaus +enter middle left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Ha, neatly sung! By Hermes, they have made<br /> +A tickling in my sandals.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Frivol!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Eh?</span><br /> +Nay, youth must wind his horn——</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Not in my ears!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Though he never come to the hunt. But Biades<br /> +Has run the chase, and's bravely home again,<br /> +The game in pack.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Too noble game for him!<br /> +My girl! That I should ever play the sire<br /> +To a fop of Athens!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">If the burn's so raw,</span><br /> +You've secret salve for it.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Yes. 'Tis not my blood</span><br /> +That so forgets its source!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Sh! Stesilaus!</span><br /> +A little butter on the tongue, my friend,<br /> +Does no man harm.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Butter a hackle, not</span><br /> +My tongue! If I'm so rubbed, I'll rasp the winds<br /> +Till they sprout ears. Don't "sh" me, Pelagon.<br /> +I'll muffle in no corners.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Hist, I say——</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Don't zizz into my beard! We are not curs<br /> +To nose and smell in council!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ruin's on us!</span><br /> +You will be heard——</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Menas, upper right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Menas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Joy to the noble fathers!</span><br /> +Sweet saviors of our city!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Sweet!</span></p> + +<p><em>Menas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">What says</span><br /> +Our Stesilaus?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Ahem! The Spartan joy<br /> +Is ever dumb. But see him stirred to heart<br /> +That by a gift from out his very life,<br /> +His dearest daughter, peace is home in Athens,<br /> +And's forced no more to camp and cadge and beg<br /> +At our shut gates. Yet it goes hard to part<br /> +Wi' the fairest branch on's tree.</p> + +<p><em>Menas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">In Biades</span><br /> +He finds a treasured son.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">By a mermaid's shoes,</span><br /> +A precious son!</p> + +<p><em>Menas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">How, sir?</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Indeed, indeed,</span><br /> +A jewel of a son! Will you, friend Menas,<br /> +Float with the senators, and bring to shore<br /> +Report of how they drift,—what currents favor<br /> +And what now counter us?</p> + +<p><em>Menas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I'll go, my lords,</span><br /> +To hear the latest honor they conclude<br /> +Best caps your fame, and bring it in a word. [<em>Exit Menas</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> I had two minds to throw the truth in 's face<br /> +And see him strangle on it.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Friend, wouldst make</span><br /> +My old knees creak to earth? I sue to you<br /> +Be soft as prudence. Shall we now be false<br /> +To our dearly tended hope—united Greece?<br /> +Now when the fact is on us, and our dream<br /> +Walks in the day? I beg you clear your heart<br /> +Of selfish fire that eats the very pattern<br /> +Of love's new world. It is ungraced, perverse<br /> +As altar flame that would devour the shrine<br /> +'Twas lit to honor.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Think of Greece? What's Greece,<br /> +When my own daughter pairs with——</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Nay, but mine.</span><br /> +When you are bitterest set, say to yourself<br /> +She's of my loins, and when more softly taken,<br /> +Then call her yours. But openly be constant<br /> +To a father's right in her, and proudly sire<br /> +Her honors. And 's for Biades, he's but<br /> +A brocket yet, his antlers barely bossed.<br /> +My oath upon it, your reshaping hand<br /> +Firm-cupped about his overweening spring,<br /> +Will be a second cradle where he'll grow<br /> +Fair to your fashion. Think on that.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">I will.</span><br /> +There's comfort. Ay, so, so. The terms of peace<br /> +Make him a Spartan. Pyrrha stood with me<br /> +Stout-willed on that.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Then whist! You trust your wife?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> You speak to Stesilaus.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Eh, I know</span><br /> +You've her in hand. My Sachinessa now— [<em>Sighs</em>]<br /> +But she loves Phania best. That locks her tongue.<br /> +And, friend, do you not see the high all-ruling Will<br /> +Has moved behind our own?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I think it so.</span><br /> +Our aim achieves its heaven, though we smart<br /> +Beneath it. To the outer glozing fame<br /> +That now attires us splendent, we may add<br /> +Inmost applause. When we exchanged our babes,<br /> +'Twas for this end and day, and had we held<br /> +To our first intent and taken our own again,<br /> +Our hope had died unfruitive. 'Twas there<br /> +That deity came in and shifted us<br /> +To th' true sybillic course.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Who dares say else?</span><br /> +We'll wear the issue as a sacred robe<br /> +Fallen on us from Olympus.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Which our wisdom</span><br /> +Fits comely to us. Forget it not, such gift<br /> +Had been withheld from minds too poor to be<br /> +The heirs of Zeus.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> But if the clay-eyed mob,<br /> +Whose pottage traffic up Olympian paths<br /> +Blocks commerce godly and invisible——</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Tush, cut the string, if you have aught in bag.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Why, I would say if some of grosser sight<br /> +Than our two selves, should fumble on our secret<br /> +That Pyrrha is Athens born——</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Nay, put your fears</span><br /> +In pocket. It shall not be known.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Biades</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Ha, nunky!</span><br /> +Where is my happy father? [<em>Sees Stesilaus</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">A suit, my lord!</span><br /> +I've Pyrrha's leave to make our home in Athens<br /> +If thou wilt bless our dwelling. Crave thy grace<br /> +For sake of her in whom thy pride best flowers!<br /> +Here she'll o'erlay all Spartan crudity<br /> +With suavest bloom, and take e'en native place<br /> +Where Athens' love would set her.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Never, sir! [<em>Exit, middle left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> The gray fox snaps. Ho, but I'll draw his teeth,<br /> +And he shall yelp for 't too!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Shame, sir! Not give</span><br /> +The road to him? The father of your bride?</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> I will when she's his daughter.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">What! What, boy?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> I say when she's his daughter. Let that in<br /> +At your good ear, and in the t'other one<br /> +I'll call <em>you</em> father.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ruin! It's come!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Who thinks</span><br /> +I'd make that Spartan grunt my father, knows<br /> +Not me! What? Set that boding beard at head<br /> +Of my Athenian house? Or go to Sparta<br /> +To hut me where I would not ask a stall<br /> +For a borrowed horse?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">But——</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Scratch my helpless throat</span><br /> +With bread a pig would stick at? Swallow brew<br /> +Of salt and soot? And chafe my pumiced skin<br /> +With itching linsey?—or an untanned hide,<br /> +As man were still the beast that wore it?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Peace,</span><br /> +My son——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Say grace for leeks and goose-foot?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">But——</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Though Eros pinned me head and foot with shafts,<br /> +I've saved my eyes, bless my united wits,<br /> +And know the high-road! I'll not lose me on<br /> +A pig-trail to a sty.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">But if these Spartans hear</span><br /> +They'll sack the city! Zeus deliver us!<br /> +We're lost! we're lost! Oh, Biades!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Calm</em>] Talk in a muff, good father Pelagon,<br /> +Or we indeed are lost.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You'll keep the secret?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> A time. I've plans in seed will make all Sparta<br /> +A garden for my Athens, where her fame<br /> +Shall browse to its tallest. Trust me, Pelagon.<br /> +I'm still a general!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Enter, lower right, young men who surround Biades, and +press him off, singing</em>]</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gander now must keep with goose!</span> +<span class="i2">Biades, O, Biades,</span> +<span class="i0">Thou shalt ne'er the cord unloose,</span> +<span class="i2">For the mighty god decrees</span> +<span class="i0">He shall hang who dares the noose!</span> +</div></div> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter Stesilaus</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> He's gone? I took<br /> +My anger off where it might safely blow.<br /> +This path brushed clear by Heaven must not be closed<br /> +By our stumbling selves. The widgeon! He would fly<br /> +Above the eagle, but I'll snip his feathers,<br /> +Give me good time! He'd live in Athens, ha!<br /> +And swore on Hera's altar he would be<br /> +A son of Sparta!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nay, I noted, sir,</span><br /> +That Sparta was not named in 's oath.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">What now?</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Naught, naught, my friend! Yet he but swore to make<br /> +The land of Pyrrha his.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And what meant that</span><br /> +But Sparta? If his warm wooer's oath must cool,<br /> +We've winters that will do it.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Caution's best.</span><br /> +Slow-mare will get you home.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">A year or two</span><br /> +Of good black bread, and free winds on his skin<br /> +Will take the maiden from his cheeks and set<br /> +A true man's beard there. Tush! I thought that Fate,<br /> +Granting my main desire, gave me this plague,<br /> +Which, with the rest, now proves my life has pleased<br /> +High arbiters. You're silent, Pelagon.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> No, no! Yes, yes! I think so. 'Tis indeed!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Come, come, my friend! We will go forth and meet<br /> +The occasion as a guest, bethinking us<br /> +We walk between mankind and deity.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>They start out and are met by Alcanor and Phania who +fall before them</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>Kneeling to Stesilaus</em>] Your blessing, father!</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> [<em>At Pelagon's feet</em>] Blessing, dearest father!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> What, what!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> [<em>To Stesilaus</em>] Forgive your child!</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">The priest——</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 16em;">My child?</span></p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> The priest has made us one.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">What priest? Who dared</span><br /> +Defile the altar with such rite?</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> [<em>Rising</em>] <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Defile?</span><br /> +Though you're my Phania's father, you shall cast<br /> +No stain upon that holy ceremony<br /> +Whose odor yet is round us. Sir, the priest<br /> +Has blessed us. Do you as you please. Come, Phania!<br /> +Come, sweet! We'll smile at this. Though a father's curse<br /> +Bethorn our way, a gentler heaven will drop<br /> +Its soft approval where thy feet must pass. [<em>Going</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Speak, Stesilaus! Stop your wretched son!</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> Not wretched, sir, while Phania is my own.<br /> +We shall be blest when you, too late, beseech<br /> +Unhearing gods forgive you this!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Stay, sir!</span><br /> +O, miserable boy!</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">No, father, no!</span><br /> +He's happy in my love as leaf in air,<br /> +As the sea-crystalled fish, as lotos in<br /> +Its pool,—and I—O, sir, my joy has wings,<br /> +And tho' I love you dear and daughterly,—<br /> +Who gave me life,—your anger has no weight<br /> +To keep my feet on earth. Like twirling lark<br /> +Too high for storm to reach, I dance above<br /> +Displeasure's cloud. [<em>Trips off with Alcanor</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Sweet wretches! Here's a turn!<br /> +My little Phania! Friend, what shall we do?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Again the finger of the gods.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">The gods</span><br /> +To limbo! I will save my daughter!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Yours?</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Yea, by each hour of prattle at my knee!<br /> +By all my care that's been her constant nurse,<br /> +And every joy that from devotion sprang<br /> +To meet me like a flower as she grew,<br /> +She's mine, mine, mine! Oh, Stesilaus, oh,<br /> +Whosever she may be, I love the chick,<br /> +And she shall not be damned!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter, upper left, Sachinessa and Archippe</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Here's a reproach</span><br /> +Comes with a dual mouth. If we show doubt,<br /> +They'll put us under pestle. Rally, sir!</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> [<em>To Archippe</em>] Are you all lump?<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Pick up your courage. Why!</span><br /> +The gods are gods by their audacity.<br /> +I'll bring it off. Now, Pelagon?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> [<em>Who has turned to flee</em>] What, you,<br /> +My love?</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> Such heavy news! Enough to make<br /> +The gods no more co-venture with a world<br /> +Augmented so!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> What, Sachinessa, what?</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> Our Phania's married to Alcanor.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Eh?</span></p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> Now are you pleased? Now is your cruelty<br /> +Full-fed, or must it glut again?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">My sweet——</span></p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> You'll meddle with high Zeus! Have you enough?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Oh, Sachinessa!</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Brother and sister bound</span><br /> +In an abhorrent union that will drive<br /> +Their shades forever from Elysian ground!<br /> +Nay, even Hades will make fast her gates<br /> +'Gainst such offenders, innocently vile!<br /> +Archippe, speak to that unbending man,<br /> +Half author of this shame! I'd thin his beard<br /> +If Heaven had mocked me with his long, smug face<br /> +For husband! Ugh! The whiskered horse!</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Dumb, sir?</span><br /> +You've no defence?—no master argument<br /> +To prove your wisdom's never off the road<br /> +To Zeus' gate? Not once in all your life,<br /> +Although your daughter's to her brother wedded?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> 'Tis well. I can not doubt the gods.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>They stare at him</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Her brother born?</span><br /> +So foul a hap?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> A thing too dread in thought,<br /> +And in the act unutterable if Zeus<br /> +Be unconcerned in it. Therefore believe<br /> +His hand here moves, and holy majesty<br /> +O'errules the mortal scruple, so dividing<br /> +This horror from its kind. May it not be<br /> +The blood of Stesilaus hath in 'ts flow<br /> +A heavenly tinct that makes it not a sin,<br /> +But rather virtue, to keep pure the stream<br /> +From baser founts? They've done no more than kings<br /> +And gods before them.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Pelagon, <em>your</em> croak!</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> I take a lower ground, my dearest dove.<br /> +All Athens knows me modest——</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Ay to that!</span><br /> +Can blush as deep as any crow that flies!</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Now, now! From first to last I've held it truth<br /> +That breeding scantles birth, and on that count<br /> +Make Phania our daughter.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Oh, you do?</span></p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> I stand on this, that training is the man.<br /> +Or woman, let us say, and not the blood<br /> +We buried with our fathers. So these two<br /> +Mate not ancestrally, but in their lives<br /> +That distantly upbred have not between them<br /> +A structural thread to bind them of one house.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> What men are these?</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I am no more afraid</span><br /> +Of him I thought was Stesilaus.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Listen,</span><br /> +You women. Though we are thus righted——</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Humph!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> In man's and Heaven's eye, we yet will bow<br /> +To your own wish in this. As once we gave<br /> +Your sighs the right of way, we now will ease<br /> +This second woe by taking swiftest means<br /> +To part this clucking pair.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You'll yield to <em>us</em>?</span></p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> How like you, Sachinessa, this high place<br /> +Above the gods?</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> They shall be parted?</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ay,</span><br /> +We do consent.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> Nay, you shall please yourselves.<br /> +For my own part, I will not break their bonds<br /> +And set their hearts a-bleeding.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">No, nor I.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> How now, vapidity?</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I mean, my lord,</span><br /> +You have convinced me, and this marriage bond<br /> +Shall be as Zeus has made it.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Pelagon,</span><br /> +Your reason captures mine, and I repent<br /> +My mockery. This strange event's no more<br /> +Uncouth, now you have pried the way for me<br /> +To wisdom's bed of truth. I clearly see<br /> +Thai man and woman of one mother born<br /> +May be no kin. The marriage shall stand.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> In name of Zeus!</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Yes, in his name.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Nay, wife,</span><br /> +We know your simple heart, and read its horror<br /> +Through this pretence so suddenly clapped on.<br /> +We shall reject a forced and sad submission——</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Ay, ay, we shall! I'll act at once, and stop<br /> +Their kisses, riveting a bond unblessed——</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> Unblessed?</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">My golden joy, I speak your thought</span><br /> +Not mine.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>A clamor in street</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> They come for us.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">I hear my name.</span><br /> +We'll out and greet them.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">No, my friend.</span><br /> +Let them come in unnoted.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Ay, we'll sit</span><br /> +Withdrawn, in gentle argument. Here's shade.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>They go aside. Enter Lysander, Agis, Creon, Menas, and +a score of Spartans and Athenians</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> Is Stesilaus here? We must be heard.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> He's here.</p> + +<p><em>Menas.</em> And Pelagon! Where's Pelagon?</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> His good ear's toward, sir.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> [<em>Unable to keep aside</em>] Did I not hear<br /> +My name?</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> Why, so I said.</p> + +<p><em>Agis.</em> [<em>Advancing to Stesilaus</em>] My lord, we come——</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> What haste, good Agis? Goes the world so fast?</p> + +<p><em>Agis.</em> As fast as Fate can drive it, and you, my lord,<br /> +Are under foot.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> [<em>Who has been listening to Menas</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">You hear it, Stesilaus!</span><br /> +Athens is ashes! We're betrayed, betrayed!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Biades, Pyrrha, Phania, Alcanor, and their companions +swarm in, lower right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Silence, and let us hear! Now, Agis, speak.</p> + +<p><em>Agis.</em> And grieve that 'tis my part. The Spartans know<br /> +Your treachery——</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Who dares to give such a name</span><br /> +To deed of mine?</p> + +<p><em>Agis.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Denial comes too far</span><br /> +Behind the proof, my lord.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">The proof? What proof?</span></p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> 'Tis known to all. The very curb cries out<br /> +That Pyrrha is Athenian born, the child<br /> +Of Pelagon.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Oh, Zeus!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Bear up, my Pyrrha!</span></p> + +<p><em>Agis.</em> Ay, Athens weds with Athens, and on that<br /> +You build the peace of Sparta! A bold deceit<br /> +Of yours and Pelagon's, whereby we're sold<br /> +To a foeman's pleasure!</p> + +<p><em>A Spartan.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Though the heart of Athens</span><br /> +Be in the knot that binds your traitorous bargain,<br /> +We'll cut it through!</p> + +<p><em>Agis.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Will you deny you changed</span><br /> +Your babes in cradle?</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Silence</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Pray you, who revealed</span><br /> +This ancient secret?</p> + +<p><em>Menas.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Creon came——</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Ah, Creon!</span></p> + +<p><em>Menas.</em> Before the senate, then in seat to unfold<br /> +From rivalrous invention, topless honors<br /> +For these two lords, whose guilt had long devoured<br /> +Such labor's root and reason.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Creon came?</span></p> + +<p><em>Menas.</em> And bared the tale, made his by accident,<br /> +And swore you knew it too,—that Pyrrha there<br /> +Is Pelagon's daughter, and Phania is the child<br /> +Of Spartan Stesilaus.</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Oh, oh, oh!</span></p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> A rope for me then!</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> [<em>To Biades</em>] <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sir, I did not speak,</span><br /> +But trusted all to you, until the secret<br /> +Laid night on Phania's innocence and grew<br /> +Too foul to keep.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">You knew this, Biades?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> And knew you would forgive!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">This was the spring</span><br /> +Of all your oaths! In my espousèd hand<br /> +You'd lay my country's peace, knowing her name<br /> +Was Attica! This was your proof of love.<br /> +The oilèd wedge that let you in my heart!<br /> +False in the trothal moment that should make<br /> +The foulest for an instant pure!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">But hear——</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> Oh, in that hour which women wrap in rose<br /> +And hide where thoughts like guardian doves may go,<br /> +You set a cautel touching it with death<br /> +That leaves me treasureless!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">My Pyrrha,——</span></p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">Not yours!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Howe'er 'twas done, I won you!</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Won a Spartan!</span><br /> +Now keep the shadow. As an Athenian maid<br /> +I do renounce you! [<em>Escapes him</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ah! Zeus loves the dice.</span><br /> +He's always at the game. But who'd have thought<br /> +This throw would be against me? Hear me, sweet!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 16em;">[<em>To Stesilaus</em>]</span><br /> + +Dear father, speak to her. She'll heed your voice,<br /> +Your judgment ripe, and words set out like cups<br /> +With wisdom's honey.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> [<em>Awake to fathership</em>] Ay, my son, I will!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> Not you, in name of hope! [<em>Follows Pyrrha</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> Monsters of fatherhood, how dare you show<br /> +Your faces in this sun? Go seek some cave<br /> +Whose darkest den will not betray a shame<br /> +Of its own hue! No, Phania, do not cling<br /> +To my unwilling breast that now must be<br /> +A hedge of swords to your bird bosom. [<em>Holds her tightly</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pha.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Oh!</span></p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> Withdraw your hand, proud Spartan!</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">I will protect</span><br /> +My sister, sir, from any lord of Athens!</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> Look, Pelagon,—and Stesilaus,—here!<br /> +Look on this warbling joy hatched tenderly<br /> +In nest of your conceit, which you've kept warm<br /> +Forgetting you had hearts where love bechid<br /> +Sat in unfeathered cold. If you are fathers,<br /> +Drink of their ecstasy till every vein<br /> +Applauds it!</p> + +<p><em>Lys.</em> Pray you, peace! The Senators!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Amentor and other Senators</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> What's your demand?</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Your life, Lord Stesilaus.</span><br /> +And that of Pelagon, in Athens' name.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> My life?</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> Not less will still this wind and save<br /> +Our homes from undefended sack. They've seized<br /> +The citadel——</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Then on my armor! Wife</span><br /> +May whistle when the bugle calls!</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Stay, sir!</span><br /> +The Spartans are in power, and any check<br /> +Means slaughter. There's no help. The Persian fleet<br /> +Has sailed. The Athenians drop their useless arms<br /> +And follow at command, knowing no way<br /> +To win but by a bloodless yielding.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Yield!</span></p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> Sir, we must grant the Spartans these two lives,<br /> +Whereon they'll strike no further. So they swear.</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> [<em>To Pelagon</em>] This is your downy Peace wooed from the clouds<br /> +To hover over Athens! Save the name!<br /> +She's from a briar-patch, not Heaven! Her wings<br /> +Are full of burrs!</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> [<em>Holding Pelagon</em>] Stand to! A scuttled ship<br /> +Has no choice deck. There's nothing to be saved<br /> +But dignity.</p> + +<p><em>Pel.</em> Nay, that's for Stesilaus! [<em>Breaking away</em>]<br /> +My life, my life!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Noise mounts without. The wall is broken through, rear, +and the breach reveals the street filled with angry Spartans</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> Peace!</p> + +<p><em>Gir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Give us Stesilaus!</span></p> + +<p><em>Voices.</em> And Pelagon! The traitors! Give them up!</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> You see them. There they stand.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<em>Misses Pelagon</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 16em;">Where's Pelagon?</span></p> + +<p><em>Voices.</em> We have him here! Bring Stesilaus!</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">Hold!</span><br /> +I am Archippe. Let me speak.</p> + +<p><em>Voices.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">No mercy!</span></p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> I ask none, friends. The wife of Stesilaus<br /> +Is not so much in 's debt she owes him aught<br /> +On mercy's score.</p> + +<p><em>Gir.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then speak.</span></p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Is Philon here?</span><br /> +The reverend priest?</p> + +<p><em>Voices.</em> He comes! Make way! He's here!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Philon comes out</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Philon.</em> Speak first, Archippe. I'll follow you.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">My friends,</span><br /> +I'm such a one as you do most contemn,—<br /> +A woman disobedient to her lord.<br /> +But if you judgment give upon that point,<br /> +Remember that my lord is Stesilaus.<br /> +When this my daughter here,—yes, Pyrrha, she,—<br /> +Child of my nurturing blood,——</p> + +<p><em>Voices.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">What? What? Your child?</span></p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> Silence! Speak on, Archippe.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">When she lay</span><br /> +A morsel cradled, two months' breath in her,<br /> +Came he, the father, swearing she must go<br /> +To Sachinessa's breast, and I must take<br /> +Her Phania to my own,—thereby to serve<br /> +In some occulted way the future good<br /> +Of Greece. And all the mercy won from him<br /> +Was leave to journey with my child to Athens——</p> + +<p><em>Sac.</em> But I was not so meek! By Pallas, no!<br /> +What—who—was Pelagon, to rob my bosom<br /> +Of Hera's gift? Who made him greater than<br /> +The gods? 'Tis but a girl, he said, to me,<br /> +A mother! I went to Philon then, the priest<br /> +Whom Athens honors, and by holy counsel,<br /> +We did not change our babes, but let our deed<br /> +Wear face that pleased them, with a heart our own,<br /> +And home Archippe went with Pyrrha safe,<br /> +While I in Athens held my Phania close.<br /> +And they, fond sires, who knew no difference<br /> +Between a <em>girl</em> and <em>girl</em>, hugged their deep plan<br /> +And built the phantom of united Greece<br /> +Upon it.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> If those ghostly towers, now fallen,<br /> +May rise again, it is our act, my lords,<br /> +Provides them nature's base, and not a dream's.<br /> +Condemn us, if you will, as erring wives,<br /> +But as true mothers give us softer justice.<br /> +And if there's scale or balance that can hold<br /> +Such torturous weight, lay on it all the pain<br /> +Of lonely years that saw me turn my face<br /> +From my loved daughter, lest this man of rock<br /> +Should know her mine and his.</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Your own, your own,</span><br /> +My mother!</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">So you slip me, dame,</span><br /> +And Pyrrha goes with you. But Biades<br /> +Is under thumb by this same turn. He now<br /> +Must know himself a Spartan, and shall keep<br /> +My terms.</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> Make them full easy. You shall lay<br /> +No marring hand upon our children's joy<br /> +As fell on mine.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">O, sue for me, Archippe!</span><br /> +Give me my bride! Whatever be her race,<br /> +Her home is in my arms!</p> + +<p><em>Arc.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Forgive him, Pyrrha.</span><br /> +Not for his pleading, but for love I know<br /> +You bear him.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Pyrrha permits Biades to embrace her</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Alc.</em> [<em>To Phania</em>] Sweet, we know our heaven by<br /> +Those moments in a hell.</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Here's feast enough!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> But poor old Creon in this rain of porridge<br /> +Starves for a spoon.</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">And you, perforce, take one</span><br /> +Of Spartan make.</p> + +<p><em>Bia.</em> I'm caught. But in love's lap.<br /> +I'll swallow Sparta for so dear a bed.</p> + +<p><em>Menas.</em> And you need fear no distaff tyranny,<br /> +My lord. There you are safe. Although your bride<br /> +Be Hera-limbed, you've proved yourself her Zeus<br /> +In open match.</p> + +<p><em>Cre.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">How if her movèd heart</span><br /> +Crept to her arm and slipped the victory<br /> +Unwon to love?</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Biades is suddenly embarrassed</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Pyrr.</em> [<em>With a caress of assurance</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">If that were so, my lords,</span><br /> +My pride would harbor his, and none should know<br /> +My secret.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> Senators, and men of Athens,<br /> +Art dumb when justice waits on you for voice?<br /> +What censure have you for these rebel wives,<br /> +And this unsainted priest?</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> [<em>To Philon</em>] You counselled them<br /> +To their deceit?</p> + +<p><em>Philon.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">I did.</span></p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">You've no defence?</span></p> + +<p><em>Philon.</em> I need none.</p> + +<p><em>Ste.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ha!</span></p> + +<p><em>Philon.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Whoso reveres the gods</span><br /> +Draws of their strength in every mortal inch,<br /> +And in this act I did them reverence,<br /> +Standing between their wish and meddling wits<br /> +Of these presumptive men. But pardon them.<br /> +For it is shame enough to've thought to make<br /> +A frislet of their own shake like the locks<br /> +Of cloud-haired Zeus. For me, my hand is on<br /> +My altar, and I fear no fall.</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">No more,</span><br /> +Good Philon.</p> + +<p><em>Philon.</em> Ay, a word, This morning, sir,<br /> +I blessed the couple here, knowing them free<br /> +Of kindred blood,—Alcanor and his Phania.<br /> +The strands are doubly woven that now bind<br /> +Sparta and Athens. Pyrrha and Biades<br /> +Were first to link them one, and now this pair<br /> +Unites them o'er.</p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">You hear, my Spartan friends.</span><br /> +What say you? Is it peace?</p> + +<p><em>Spartans.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Peace be to Athens!</span></p> + +<p><em>Amen.</em> And peace to Sparta! Hearts and altars guard it!<br /> +Go, citizens! See that the chariots<br /> +Glow with new garlands for this double bridal.<br /> +And let the noble wives of these proud lords<br /> +Co-queen festivity. All shall rejoice<br /> +Save this convicted pair,—you, Pelagon,<br /> +And Stesilaus. You we prison here,<br /> +Your own sole company, nor shall you speak<br /> +Save in a rhyme now dim with little use,<br /> +But shall be better known from this day forth<br /> +With polish you shall give it. Hear it, sirs:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="noidt"><em>The man who would his own pie bake</em><br /> +<em>Must from his wife ten fingers take.</em></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Curtain falls and rises. Pelagon and Stesilaus are discovered, +their backs to each other, the only occupants of +the garden. Through the breach in the wall the festal +procession is seen passing. Curtain</em>]</p> + + + + + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<h2><a name="KIDMIR" id="KIDMIR"></a>KIDMIR +<br /><br /> +<small>A PLAY IN FOUR ACTS</small></h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<h3><em>CHARACTERS</em></h3> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>OSWALD, <em>Earl of Clyffe</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>BERTRAND, <em>sometime</em> VAIRDELAN, <em>his son</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>CHARILUS, <em>a Greek</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>ARDIA, <em>his daughter</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>BIONDEL <em>and</em> VIGARD, <em>sons of Charilus</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>BANISSAT, <em>Prince of Avesta</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PRINCE FREDERICK</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>BERENICE, <em>his daughter</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>GAINA, <em>serving-woman to Ardia</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>BARCA, <em>servant to Charilus</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>RAMUNIN, <em>a headsman</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>SEVEN MAIDENS, <em>friends of Ardia</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'><em>Followers of Banissat, soldiers of Oswald, nobles, wedding-guests,<br /> +dancers, guards, &c.</em></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'><span class="smcap">Time:</span> <em>During the later Crusades</em></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'><span class="smcap">Place:</span> <em>The southern coast of Asia Minor</em></td></tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT I</h3> + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <em>A hall in the castle of Charilus on the heights of Kidmir. The +open rear, through which is seen a sunset sky, leads to a parapet +overlooking the city of Avesta and the coast of Suli. Entrances right +and left of parapet. Midway down, right, the door to a chamber.</em></p> + +<p class="negidt"><em>Charilus stands on parapet and looks down toward Avesta. Barca waits +within the hall.</em></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> O, sea-washed city, must the hail of fire<br /> +Crimson thy milky walls, and salt winds strive<br /> +In vain to sweeten ditches dark with blood<br /> +From thy tapped heart? Come, Barca, be my eyes,<br /> +Who climbs the heights?</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Barca advances and looks over</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> Lords Vigard and Biondel<br /> +Are on the pass.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">My sons so soon returned!</span><br /> +No other?</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> Farther down, my lord, I see<br /> +The knight, Sir Vairdelan.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Then we shall hear</span><br /> +His sunset song.</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> The stairway through the cliff<br /> +Is closed. Shall I give signal, sir, to hoist<br /> +The upper gate?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">That is my charge henceforth. [<em>Going left</em>]</span><br /> +They will be hungered. [<em>Turns to Barca</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Scant the board in nothing. [<em>Exit left</em>]</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Gaina enters, right, rear, carrying a tray piled with candles</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Thank goodness, Barca, you're where you're +wanted for once! Help me with these winkers. [<em>Giving +him candles</em>] My mistress kept me out on the cliffs when +I ought to 'a' been inside an hour ago doing my honest +work. I got her in at last, but I had to be round with +her, poor soul! I told her what!</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> [<em>Placing candles</em>] She was watching for her +brothers?</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> [<em>Puts tray down</em>] Brothers! It was a sight of +that singing knight she wanted. He went down the pass +this morning and she has gone about all day like a bird +with a sore throat.</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> God gave her eyes, and Sir Vairdelan is good to +see. When I look at him I feel somehow as if the sun +were just up and everybody had another chance.</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> A man who lets his sword rust at home while +he goes about tootle-de-rooling on a flute! And she could +be the princess of Avesta if she'd look in the right place. +Well, if she had <em>my</em> eyes!</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> What! You would have your mistress marry +Banissat? An unbeliever?</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> A prince is a prince,—and I'd say the same if +my mistress were my own daughter.</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> And you a Christian!</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> A Christian of Corinth, I'd have you know. +There are Christians and Christians, please you! And +for my mistress, dear heart, it would take more than +marrying a prince to send her to—to——</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> Let it out.</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Hell, then,—if you want to bite ginger. And +who but Banissat can stand between her father and that +English Oswald—who is just plain devil and not an Englishman +at all——</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> Devil? A knight of the Cross leading the army +of the Lord to Jerusalem.</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Nobody but the devil, I tell you! And I +wouldn't speak to him if I met him walking with Saint +Peter, unless he showed me his bare feet with ten good +toes on 'em. It might be all right for Peter, but a woman +can't be too careful, and the master took me out of a good +family in Corinth. And this Vairdelan who is no more a +knight than I'm a lady—the next time he goes down the +pass he will lose his way up again, or my head's a goose-egg, +that's all!</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> Gently, Gaina. You were young once.</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Once? I've more hairs than wrinkles yet, which +some can't say and tell the truth!</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> Tongue in! Here's the master. [<em>Moves right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> My candles!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Seizes tray and goes out, right, as Charilus re-enters left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> [<em>To Barca</em>] Look to the supper.<br /> + [<em>Exit Barca, right. Charilus crosses to parapet and looks down</em>]<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Doubt-blown city, rest.</span><br /> +Sleep on my heart. You shall not bleed for me.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Ardia from chamber midway right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Alone, my father?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Never alone, and yet</span><br /> +My wish was calling thee. [<em>Sits, and draws her beside him</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ah, not one guard</span><br /> +About thee?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> The only guard is always near,—<br /> +A fearless heart.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Then I have none. My heart</span><br /> +Is made of fears.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">No charm but love will lift</span><br /> +Our gates of rock.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">But who knows love from hate</span><br /> +In days like these? Some foe with friendship's eyes,<br /> +Some secret knife of Oswald's——</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">None may tread</span><br /> +The guarded pass save our knight Vairdelan<br /> +And your two brothers.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Vairdelan is late.</span><br /> +Why went he down?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> Knights true as he, my girl,<br /> +Are never questioned.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Starting</em>] Who are at the gates?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> Your brothers come.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">So soon? That means good news</span><br /> +From Banissat. He'll be your strength against<br /> +This mighty Oswald.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Fair his word may be,</span><br /> +But I go down the pass.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Go down? To meet</span><br /> +That fiend?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> The man who calls himself my foe,<br /> +But named of God my brother.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">O, too much</span><br /> +Thou lovest love! A fiend, I say!</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">That name</span><br /> +Give unto me when I consent to piece<br /> +This spun-out life with breath of babes and gasp<br /> +Of dying mothers. Would you feed these veins,<br /> +Gelid and old, all golden venture done,<br /> +With the warm waste of youth whose savèd stream<br /> +Might bear mankind unto the port of gods?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> But you—you are my father!</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">It is such cries</span><br /> +Unsettle justice till her shaken scales<br /> +Weigh nations 'gainst a heart.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Must I not love you?</span></p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> My Ardia, fair as though thou wert not mine,<br /> +Or wert all hers who made gray Corinth young,<br /> +The love that feeds behind a sheltered door<br /> +Must be unroofed and take its bread of stars<br /> +Ere it may answer to its holy name.<br /> +The heart must build no walls——</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">I build them not,</span><br /> +But find them risen about me. You are here,<br /> +Guardful and best, fending my eyes,—there stands<br /> +My Biondel,—there Vigard brave,—and there....</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> And there, my daughter?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Hark! 'Tis Vairdelan's voice!</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Singing heard below</em>]</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O fires that build upon the sea</span> +<span class="i2">Till wave and foam of ye are part,</span> +<span class="i0">And burn in mated ecstasy,</span> +<span class="i2">Ye build again within my heart.</span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O clouds that breathe in flame and run</span> +<span class="i2">In linkèd dreams along the sky</span> +<span class="i0">In me the fire is never done,</span> +<span class="i2">Though Eve's gray hand soon puts ye by.</span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Christ be my Hand of Eve upon</span> +<span class="i2">The flame that tireless, fadeless leaps!</span> +<span class="i0">Haste holily, O Mary's moon,</span> +<span class="i2">With dew for fire that never sleeps!</span> +</div></div> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Ardia keeps a listening attitude, not heeding the entrance +of her brothers who come on left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> Well, sons?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Ay, well! That is the word we bring.<br /> +Avesta's prince, the gracious Banissat,<br /> +Is now your sworn defender.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Turning</em>] <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And asks no price?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> No more than your fair self, my sister.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> [<em>As Ardia stands silent</em>] <span style="margin-left: 5em;">You doubt?</span><br /> +'Tis true. He'll make you princess!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">He is old....</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> What call you old? He's in the fairest top<br /> +Of manhood.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> Old!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> And cannot sing....</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Not sing!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> What need have we of him? Can Oswald scale<br /> +These rock-barred heights?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Starvation can.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">We've food</span><br /> +Will last three harvest moons.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">And Oswald camps</span><br /> +Where plain and sea will feed ten thousand men<br /> +As many years.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> While here our skeletons<br /> +With bleachèd grin may watch the feast below!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> To starve ... is that so terrible? 'Tis but<br /> +One way of dying.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Dying?</span></p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Say no more.</span><br /> +The morrow's dawn shall light my way to Oswald.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> You'll go to him? Then death!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> [<em>To Ardia</em>] <span style="margin-left: 7em;">See what you do?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Forgive me. [<em>Runs to her father and clings to him</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Now! Bind me to Banissat.</span></p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> Nay, thou art free.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> [<em>To Ardia</em>] <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Our lives shall thank you.</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 17em;">Thanks?</span><br /> +You speak her part.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Ardia leaves her father and moves to edge of parapet</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> [<em>Following her</em>] Dost know a better way?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I pray you, leave me.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Princess of Avesta!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Your supper waits.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> [<em>Starting right</em>] Come, brother!</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Though I've supped,</span><br /> +I'll sit with you, my sons. Discourse is ever<br /> +The best dish at the board.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">We thank you, sir.</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exeunt Biondel, Vigard, Charilus, right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> And am I wooed and won? Dreams of a dream,<br /> +Where are ye now?... A lover with no song.<br /> +No carols stealing sweetness from the moon;<br /> +No trembling hand to drop a morning rose<br /> +Where I may walk.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 5em;">[<em>Takes a rose from her bosom and casts it away</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">No rose.... no Vairdelan!</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter Gaina</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Here, mistress? Dearie dear, a-weeping?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> No.</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Say you were, 'twere a better sight than this +fetching of dry sighs. They 'most take the skin of a woe +that a little tear-water would bring up easy enough.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> O, Gaina, Gaina, did you see my mother buried?</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Ay, 'twas a sweet grave we laid her in over in +Corinth. You'll never make as pretty a corpse, my dear.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Was I there?</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Troth, you were, and trouble enough you gave +me. You wanted to climb into the coffin and go to sleep +too, you said.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> O, had you buried me with her I should not have +seen this day!</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Most like you wouldn't. Come, honey dove, +come to your room and brighten yourself a bit. There's +the new veil just begging to be looked at. I'll put it on +you, and——</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> No, I don't want you. [<em>Going, right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> O, ho, I can read his name you do want, and +not kill a bird for it either.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Turning</em>] Who, magpie? Who?</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Your eyes may save my tongue if they squint sou'west.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Is he coming?</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Who, my cuckoo? Who?</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Bertrand enters left. Ardia starts off right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Ardia!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Weakly, pausing at her door</em>] Vairdelan....</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Will not you stay?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I will return. [<em>Exit</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Your mistress is not well?</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> You've eyes, sir.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> This fear of Oswald——</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Her trouble's nearer home, sir.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Her father——</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Nay, it wears no beard, though it may in time.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> What troubles her, dear Gaina?</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> A man, my lord.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> A man!</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> There, don't feel for your sword, for that's at +home, and I never heard yet of spitting a man with a +flute, though it may e'en go to the heart of a woman if +she be young and soft like my mistress.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> The truth, Gaina!</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> I can spare it, sir. My master's daughter is so +in love with you——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Angels do not love!</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> That may be. I'm speaking of my mistress, +"Magpie!" Not meaning you, sir.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> She can not love me!</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> That's what I said—at first. A roaming creature +with only his cloak for shelter, though it's a good +gentleman's weave, I'll allow, and I know you'll go away +before her poor heart gets too heavy for carrying. It's +nigh that now, and before you came it was so light she +was tripping and chirping till I could 'a' sworn she had no +heart at all—just toes and wings. And now, dear soul,—but +you'll go, sir? You know you'd have to hunt the +door soon enough if her brothers got a breath of what's +between you.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> There's nothing between us!</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> A bat could see it by daylight. It's been in +your eyes all the time.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> I never meant it!</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Shame to you then. You'll go, sir?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Yes, yes, yes!</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Here's my lady. Now don't tell her you're +going. Just go.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Just ... go.</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> [<em>At right</em>] Ay, you've got it.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exit Gaina as Ardia re-enters</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> My brothers are at supper. Will you join them,<br /> +Or do you fast?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">I fast.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">A stern religion</span><br /> +Is yours, my friend.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I've chosen it. Ardia,</span><br /> +You know me for a knight.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Softly</em>] Who wears no sword.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> But in the English isle where I was born,<br /> +I was a monk ... and true. True am I now,<br /> +Save that my cell is what men call the world.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Spare speech and me. I know the rest.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">Your prayers</span><br /> +Then be my bond that Christ may search my heart<br /> +And find no part not his.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">No prayer of mine</span><br /> +Shall fetter youth to bloodless vows. And you<br /> +Look not as one faith-leeched of life. Your cheek<br /> +Is sudden gray, not changeless pale. 'Tis hued<br /> +Like rebel morning pushing back a dawn<br /> +Too eager for its peace. A monk. Our ways<br /> +Part as our souls. Know you I am to wed<br /> +Prince Banissat? So dumb?<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 10em;">My father comes!</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">[<em>Meets Charilus re-entering and leads him to a seat</em>]</span><br /> + +Our guest was telling me of English days.<br /> +Now you change tongue with him and speak the tale<br /> +You promised yester night. Why does this Oswald,<br /> +This war-mad lord of England, on his way<br /> +To free the holy tomb, forget his path<br /> +And turn his army's strength against a man<br /> +No greater than thyself?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Yes, you shall know.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> At last!</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">For morning parts us.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Oh! Not that!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Shall I go in, my lord?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Nay, Vairdelan.</span><br /> +I'd have thee hear. Thou thinkest me a man<br /> +Of holy heart.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Ah, who does not?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">There's one</span><br /> +Has cause for doubt. 'Twas I who slew in rage<br /> +Earl Oswald's father.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">You? These hands?</span></p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">These hands.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> I've heard 'twas so.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You've heard?</span></p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">'Tis thirty years</span><br /> +Since Oswald, with his father, John of Clyffe,<br /> +Marched in Red Giles' crusade. You know of that?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> My grandsire captained there.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">I served not Christ,</span><br /> +At least as they, with pillage, fire and rape.<br /> +But there were some among the English youths<br /> +Who took my heart, and Oswald was my choice<br /> +Of all who camped before the holy gates.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> That man!</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">I, too, was young ... and I was wed.</span><br /> +Not to my Ardia's mother, but to her<br /> +Whose heart yet boldly beats in my two sons.<br /> +In her strange beauty John of Clyffe found death.<br /> +He sought her, and I slew him. When his blood<br /> +Ran at my feet, I fled,—not from the swords<br /> +Hot on my path, but from that stream of blood.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Dear, dear my father! 'Twas a world ago!</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> I was not of the many who can kill<br /> +And laugh again, nor yet of hermit-heart.<br /> +But for myself had made a gentle god<br /> +Whom my soul served.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I know, my lord, that sweet</span><br /> +Idolatry, and dream what thou didst suffer<br /> +So shaken from it.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Far as man knows the world</span><br /> +I fled the scarlet stream that followed me,<br /> +And on the skyward slope of Himalay,<br /> +Between the white of snows and blue of heaven,<br /> +Saw it no more.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Kissing his hands</em>] O, white, forgiven hands!</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> There, near to God as man may come nor lose<br /> +The body's mould, I saw in solvent thought<br /> +That knows not time, a sinless star,—this earth<br /> +That shall be. Back unto my world I came,<br /> +And that my dream might live I lived my dream,<br /> +Servant to love even where the slaves of hate<br /> +Whet sword and knife.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">O, true!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">'Tis sung of thee!</span></p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> Now am I old, but love does not deny me<br /> +One service more. To-morrow I shall go<br /> +To die at Oswald's feet——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Eagerly</em>] <span style="margin-left: 4em;">You will go down?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> No, no! He shall not go! Prince Banissat<br /> +Will save him! He has promised!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Gazing at Ardia</em>] Banissat?<br /> +So 'twas a bargain. Thou'rt fair goods to be<br /> +On th' vender's table. [<em>Turns to Charilus</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You choose well, my lord.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> What words!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I bring a message from th' earl.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> From Oswald? [<em>Shrinking</em>] You know him?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 16em;">If any man</span><br /> +May know him,—but I better know his son.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> The vicious Bertrand?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Vicious?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">O, so foul</span><br /> +He shuns the day, and walks on moonless nights<br /> +Most like his soul!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">You speak of Bertrand?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Ay!</span><br /> +More wolfish than his father,—beast whose sword<br /> +Should be his body's part as tigers wear<br /> +Their claws from birth!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">A bold delusion this!</span></p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> She speaks untempered rumor. Slander, sir,<br /> +Is out of breath with sporting Bertrand's name,<br /> +And giveth way to winds that blow it past<br /> +Belief's last border.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Slander?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">What will shake</span><br /> +These fancies from your heart?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">A miracle.</span><br /> +Naught less.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Hard terms. [<em>Turns to Charilus</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">I know this Bertrand well.</span><br /> +If any happy merit in myself<br /> +Has won your love, bestow the same on him.<br /> +What I may share is his.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Here's living hope!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> He, like myself, was cloister-bred, and passed<br /> +Peaceful, uncounted days until the death<br /> +Of his three brothers, slain in one mad hour.<br /> +Earl Oswald then bethought him of the son<br /> +So early given to Christ. "I have no heir,"<br /> +He said, "but God lacks not for monks." And straight<br /> +With power and gold bought full release for Bertrand,<br /> +Save that release his soul and God might give.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> You make me love his story.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">True to peace</span><br /> +Even in the camp of war, he lives withdrawn,<br /> +And so gives Rumor sweep for what she would,<br /> +While in her swollen report the earl conceals<br /> +His monkish son's true nature.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I'll know this youth!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> He keeps his tent by day, and steals at night<br /> +To forest glens, his armor but a cloak,<br /> +His sword a flute——</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">O, light from Heaven!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Sometimes</span><br /> +He farther goes, even far as Kidmir heights,<br /> +And at the feet of Charilus he learns<br /> +A love more true than fane and cloister taught,—<br /> +The love that made the houseless, barefoot Christ,<br /> +With open breast to all unbrothered woe,—<br /> +And now he kneels and of that gentlest love<br /> +Asks pardon.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> Bertrand, son of Oswald, rise.<br /> +There's no forgiving in the sinless star.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Rising, to Ardia</em>] And you?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Ah ... when I've breath!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">What I have said,</span><br /> +My lord, makes way for what is yet to say.<br /> +To-day I waited by Avesta's gate<br /> +For this [<em>taking out paper</em>] my father's word, response to mine<br /> +Sent days ago to him. Here, sir, he says: [<em>Reads</em>]</p> + +<p>"Son of my hope, your words are not more strange to me than these I +write with my own hand. If Charilus will come to Suli Castle, the which +my swords have taken while you sang and slept, my door shall open to him +as Kidmir gates have opened unto you. By Christ, I swear the treatment +that he gave my blood he shall have again from me. But if he come not +down, then shall I reach him through Avesta's heart, and the love he now +spurns will be cold in my sword. Despatch this, I pray you, for I would +hasten to Jerusalem, leaving you my conquered princedom, whose head is +Ilon and whose foot is the city of Ramoor. Thine as thy heart speaks, +Oswald."</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> Your father's hand?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Doubt flies from it, although</span><br /> +The vein is alien, sir. It is his hand.<br /> +And, I do think, his heart, wherein, my lord,<br /> +Your gentleness to me, like creeping rain,<br /> +Has moistened love's dry root, whose pent-up bloom<br /> +Is by that nurture freed, and magical<br /> +Now glows before us.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">This I would believe. [<em>Starts off right</em>]</span><br /> +Vigard and Biondel must have this news<br /> +From my slow lips, lest with the sudden truth<br /> +They strike ablaze. They have their mother's fire.<br /> +Albanian Gartha was not one to die<br /> +And leave her sons no part in her wild race. [<em>Exit</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> You are not Gartha's daughter?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">No, my lord.</span><br /> +Claris of Corinth bore me, and my flame<br /> +Is joy, not anger. O, this miracle<br /> +You've wrought for me!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I wrought?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">'Tis no less strange</span><br /> +When God through his bare tool reveals his hand,<br /> +Than when invisible his power stirs<br /> +And makes a chasm in sense. So when you stood<br /> +Before me, Bertrand's self, with yet the voice,<br /> +The eyes, the heart of Vairdelan, I knew<br /> +That was my miracle. O Heaven-sign<br /> +At which my world grew blithe and shook May-boughs<br /> +With birds in every branch!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">You've no more fear</span><br /> +For Charilus?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> None, none.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Nor for myself.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Yourself?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">O, seems no soul need trouble now</span><br /> +In this vast world!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter Charilus and sons</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> You are not Vairdelan?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> You're Bertrand, Oswald's son?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">'Tis true.</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">That truth</span><br /> +Should cut your throat, and I could lend my sword<br /> +For such a matter.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Come! What knightly plea</span><br /> +Coats this deceit with honor?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">None, my lord.</span><br /> +If I've made trespass deeper than your love<br /> +Will bear me out, my hope is in your pardon.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> A lie made you our guest, and guest you are<br /> +Until we meet on Suli plain.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">My son!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Call you that pardon, Biondel?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">I speak</span><br /> +No pardon.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> But you shall—you must. O, say it!<br /> +You know our father goes to Oswald.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Know</span><br /> +That fools and women talk! The gates are sealed.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> I'll guard the pass against my father's self<br /> +If so much rudeness may make stand between<br /> +His death and life.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> My sons, I thank your love,<br /> +But I go down. The guards, the gates are mine,<br /> +And to my will they open.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">'Tis that girl,</span><br /> +That silvery Greek——</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">If your quick blood must stir,</span><br /> +Let manners grace it.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">O, my dearest brothers,</span><br /> +Do you not love me?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Better than you know.</span><br /> +We love you, serve you, though yourself obstruct<br /> +The way to safety.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">You would trust the man</span><br /> +Who wrapped him in a lie to enter here?<br /> +Sat at our father's board and brake his bread<br /> +To feed an enemy?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The bread I brake</span><br /> +Fed friendship's heart in me, and made this roof<br /> +A temple. Do you not know me, Vigard?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Nay,</span><br /> +I knew a Vairdelan—you are not he.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> If Oswald means no harm to Charilus,<br /> +Let him pass on. Jerusalem awaits<br /> +His savage sword.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> My son, that Oswald thus<br /> +Compels me to him is to me but proof<br /> +That hearts may greet above long years of hate.<br /> +In this I see Love beckoning Man across<br /> +The wastrel lands of war to fields unwet<br /> +With blood, to days——</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> Unhearted cowards then!<br /> +Praise Allah, we yet live where rapiers thresh<br /> +The fields of men and leave the bravest standing!<br /> +Is 't not the Prophet's word that Paradise<br /> +Lies 'neath the shade of swords?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Allah be yours!</span><br /> +But I would walk beneath unrisen stars,<br /> +Beyond hate's eyeless clouds——</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">O, spare us, sir!</span><br /> +Each day brings its own sun, and by that light,<br /> +No other, men must walk. If this our time<br /> +Be dark to you, 'tis in your vision, not<br /> +In the lit heavens, from whose shoreless depth<br /> +No hook of prayer or prophecy may draw<br /> +One star before its hour. Pray you be done<br /> +With this moon madness. Banissat will meet<br /> +The force of Oswald. With the morn he comes<br /> +To seal his troth with Ardia——</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">By no word</span><br /> +Of mine. If you have given him pledge, your honor<br /> +Shall dip to dust and drudge your forfeit out,<br /> +Ere virgin bondage pay it. Hark, Biondel,<br /> +And hear me, Vigard! I alone shall meet<br /> +Earl Oswald. If the blood I shed yet cries<br /> +For blood, here are the veins shall make it dumb.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> But, sir,——</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">No more. Your sister stays with you.</span><br /> +Regard her will, nor ope these doors unbidden<br /> +To Banissat.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I stay? O, never think<br /> +I shall not go with thee!</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">You go?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I'm safe</span><br /> +With thee, my father. Here....</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Here you have brothers!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I mean no slight upon you, but my fate<br /> +Keeps with my father.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I should doubt the God</span><br /> +Who bids me go if I denied you this.<br /> +Thyself art Peace, and where thou goest moves<br /> +Her radiance. Make you ready. And good-night, all!<br /> +Sir Bertrand, know the sleep that fits the heart<br /> +For journeying. [<em>Exit right, rear</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> [<em>To Ardia</em>] There's one will stop your way—<br /> +Prince Banissat!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> We'll send him word this hour,<br /> +For while the edge be on his sudden love<br /> +He'll thank us to be swift.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You loved me once,</span><br /> +My lords.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> True, son of Oswald.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Though you used</span><br /> +Some bitter words, I know your inmost heart<br /> +Holds me a man undoubted. There I'm stamped<br /> +In honor's verity; and when I vow,<br /> +By my soul's faith, that Charilus is safe,<br /> +You know 'tis truth.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Be you our father's hostage,</span><br /> +If this mad thing must be. Stay you with us,<br /> +And we are silent.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Stay? You ask too much.</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> No fear, soft sister. Mark him. We're refused.<br /> +He'll stuff the air with words, not clear it with<br /> +One pinch of proof.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">My lords, were I to stay,</span><br /> +'Twould make an act of faith lose point and purpose,<br /> +And blazon doubt before my father's face.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> You mark?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;"> 'Twould louder cry of war; uproot</span><br /> +Love's seedling in its tenderest hour, and make<br /> +Once more the bane and night-weed spring. But hear<br /> +An oath of mine. If Charilus meet harm<br /> +In Oswald's camp, I shall return and ask<br /> +The same stroke from your hands.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">O, do not swear!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> By every hope I have to enter Heaven,<br /> +By the right hand of God, by this white cross<br /> +That knew my mother's last, death-holy kiss,<br /> +By every sacred thing I know and love,<br /> +If Charilus comes up these heights no more,<br /> +Here shall I lay my life beneath your sword.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Barca re-enters right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> [<em>To Bertrand</em>] The master asks a word with you, my lord.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exit Bertrand with Barca</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Will you accept his oath?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Go to your room.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> We'll talk alone.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Nay, hear me first. You think</span><br /> +To force me to the arms of Banissat.<br /> +Give over that wild thought.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">'Twas not so wild</span><br /> +An hour ago.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Fate lifts the hand that laid</span><br /> +Compulsion on me. I am free. O, free!<br /> +No strait of life or death can make me less<br /> +Than mistress of myself.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Our destiny</span><br /> +Is bound with Banissat. Make him our foe,<br /> +And where shall we find peace? Not on these peaks.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Is he our jailer then? This Banissat?<br /> +Our prison his good favor? Nay, the world<br /> +Has many roads, and courage even yet<br /> +May blaze a new one.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Rooted life is best.</span><br /> +I am not one to make my bed on winds,<br /> +Or stroll the earth for fortune's grudgèd scraps<br /> +Snatched from a rapier's point.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Know this. My hand</span><br /> +Shall never lie in Banissat's. Give up<br /> +A hope so barren. There's better pasturage<br /> +For wits so bold as yours. Now Oswald holds<br /> +The breadth of Suli plain, the heights of Tor,<br /> +Winged by the sea from Ilon to Ramoor—<br /> +A principality whose circuit leaves<br /> +Avesta as a fly pinned to a wall.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> What's Oswald's fief to us? We are no sons of his.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Lord Bertrand holds the princedom here<br /> +While Oswald goes to wars in Palestine.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> He told you this?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Did you not read as much</span><br /> +In Oswald's letter? There 'twas plainly said.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Still is our surest hope with Banissat.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> When Bertram! is your friend? O, more than friend!<br /> +A brother!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Ah ... do you say "brother"?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">True</span><br /> +As though he had been born our father's son!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> [<em>To Vigard</em>] You hear?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">With more than ears.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">We have been blind.</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> A brother!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">All is clear enough, now that</span><br /> +We've eyes for it. Your pardon, sister.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Pardon?</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Pray you! We thought your scorn of Banissat<br /> +Marked you of creeping spirit, when your aim<br /> +Shot o'er our lowered eyes.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ay, she has sped</span><br /> +Before our boldest care of her, and left<br /> +Our duty lurching.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">These are drunken words.</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> If you would wed Lord Bertrand,——</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">O, you think....</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Your hope has shown its wing. Best bid it fly.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> Speak without fear. This changes all.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">You mean</span><br /> +You'll not delay us? You will let us go?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> And speed you too! High stroke, this anxious hour<br /> +To journey in his care!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Yet shielded by</span><br /> +Our father's dignity.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">How you mistake!</span><br /> +He does not woo me!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Now the modest foot!</span><br /> +But we have seen the other. Trust us, sister.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Mistake? I now recall his looks, his sighs,<br /> +As from a love immured,—his songs, too warm<br /> +For piety's cool breath,—and more that tends<br /> +To happy proof.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">How dare he woo thee when</span><br /> +Mere Vairdelan? This blade had stood between!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Such beggar suit would then have cheapened thee<br /> +Beneath a prince's wearing. [<em>Leading her to door, right</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">No drooping now!</span><br /> +The way lies clear.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">O, brother——</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Get you in.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Will you not listen?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Leave your hope with us,</span><br /> +Your secret is our own. [<em>Closes door upon her</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Here's change of sky.</span><br /> +You trust Lord Bertrand?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">That is now our course.</span><br /> +Our father will go down.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">What's in your heart?</span><br /> +I'll open mine.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> I beg you do.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ramoor</span><br /> +And Ilon now are crownless. Suli's prince<br /> +Must have new governors.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">But Christian ones.</span><br /> +That bars our way.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The Prophet's cloak fits well</span><br /> +With any fortune.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ah....</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">We've but to change</span><br /> +The color, not the cut.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> [<em>Listening</em>] He comes!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">We'll speak.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Not yet, my Vigard. Let this fruiting hope<br /> +Swell to a golden fall. Wait with the sun.<br /> +No green and forward plucking.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter Ardia</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Hear me, brothers——</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Not now. The prince!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Re-enter Bertrand, right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I pray your answer, friends.</span><br /> +Let us go down unhindered, and my oath<br /> +I leave with you, a hostage sure as though<br /> +With iron bonds you held my breathing form:<br /> +For in that oath I leave no treasure less<br /> +Than honor, knighthood, and what in me moves<br /> +Deathless to God.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">It is enough. Our guest</span><br /> +Is free.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Once more my brothers!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Know us ever</span><br /> +By that dear name.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And this deep oath you take</span><br /> +For Charilus' sake, is sworn too for our sister?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> For Ardia? No, my lord.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Do you say no?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> I must so answer you. For the fell harm<br /> +That touches her would of myself make end.<br /> +My honor so impeached would cease to breathe<br /> +The air itself made foul. I could not come<br /> +Having no life to bring me.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">We believe you.</span><br /> +Go with our father. Take our sister too.<br /> +And we upon these heights shall pray, as you<br /> +On Suli plain, that Charilus may see<br /> +His sons again.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Come, let him know! This wished<br /> +Obedience will give him sleep.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exeunt Bertrand, Vigard, and Biondel, right rear</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Is 't best</span><br /> +That Truth be dumb? I'll watch this weaving Fate,<br /> +And feed her web with silence.... Oh, with hope!</p> + +<p class="center1"><br /> +[<em>Curtain</em>]</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT II</h3> + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene 1.</span> <em>A hall in the castle of Suli. Heavy doors open left, half-way +up. Large window with iron grating, rear. Couches, chairs, scattered. +Tables from which servants are removing the remnants of a feast. They +are quarrelling, chaffing, singing, as the curtain risen.</em></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p><em>First Ser.</em> Shifty, there!</p> + +<p><em>Second Ser.</em> What, can't a soldier eat?</p> + +<p><em>First Ser.</em> You a soldier, lickspoon?</p> + +<p><em>Second Ser.</em> I've drawn a sword, sir!</p> + +<p><em>First Ser.</em> Ay, and cut a cheese.</p> + +<p><em>Third Ser.</em> [<em>Lifting flask</em>] Here's to——</p> + +<p><em>Fourth Ser.</em> [<em>Seizing flask</em>] No man shall guzzle my master's +wine before me. [<em>Drains vessel</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Third Ser.</em> [<em>Sadly, turning up empty flask</em>] Not after you, +either.</p> + +<p><em>Fifth Ser.</em> Well, well, and two moons back we were +saying grace over ditch-water!</p> + +<p><em>Sixth Ser.</em> Ay, we were good Christians then. A full +stomach makes lean prayers. Now we've such a plenty +we can spare the devil a fillip, and never a grace for it.</p> + +<p><em>First Ser.</em> [<em>Tugging at table</em>] Take a leg there! This is +no grasshopper. [<em>Others help him move table to wall, right</em>] +Look about you! The maskers will be in here.</p> + +<p><em>Second Ser.</em> Here? They'll be everywhere to-night. +Such a jig-making over the new prince!</p> + +<p><em>Second Ser.</em> Not a corner to drop into and sleep off a +good supper with a clear conscience!</p> + +<p><em>Sixth Ser.</em> Sleep? What have we to do with sleep? We +fight, we eat, we dance. That's my soldier!</p> + +<p><em>Second Ser.</em> We kill, we cut, we caper! [<em>Sings</em>]<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">The soldier rides on Fortune's wheel,</span></p> + +<p><em>All.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Round we go,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Round we go!</span></p> + +<p><em>Second Ser.</em> Now up the head and now the heel,</p> + +<p><em>All.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Round we go,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Round——</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter seventh servant</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Seventh Ser.</em> Quiet, you devils! The master's coming.</p> + +<p><em>Second Ser.</em> What, can't a soldier sing? Haven't we +fought like true men? When did we give quarter? When +did we show mercy? And now can't we be happy? Can't +we take breath?</p> + +<p><em>Seventh Ser.</em> Sh! and I'll tell you what I've seen. I've +seen the daughter of Old Wisdom.</p> + +<p><em>Sixth Ser.</em> He get a daughter!</p> + +<p><em>Seventh Ser.</em> The maid of Kidmir. Ardia of the Stars +they call her, but if the sun could shine in the middle of +a dark night she would be like that.</p> + +<p><em>First Ser.</em> Foh, the Lady Berenice will put out her candle.</p> + +<p><em>Seventh Ser.</em> The Lady Berenice is as like her as the +back of my hand to Juno's cheek!</p> + +<p><em>First Ser.</em> A heathen comparison! There's a Christian +blow for it!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>They scuffle. Enter Oswald in talk with Bertrand. Servants +finish their work quietly and go out</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> My heart is whole again, now you've escaped<br /> +The claws of Kidmir.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Say the arms that closed</span><br /> +Like God's around me!</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Fox, and lion too.</span><br /> +That's Charilus. I knew him young,—when blood<br /> +Tells nature's truth,—ere he had sucked<br /> +Philosophy's pale milk and made his truce<br /> +With prudence and long life. The heart then his<br /> +He carries now——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Then, sir, you must have known</span><br /> +The Maker's marvel,—youth that outstripped age<br /> +And grayest saints in virtue.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Tut! No matter.</span><br /> +You're safe. And he is here ... within these walls.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> A guest of faith who holds your honor bound<br /> +High hostage for his life.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">My honor? Trust me!</span><br /> +I'll care for that. No more I'll blush to lift<br /> +My shield i' the sun. The spot of thirty years<br /> +Shall be wiped out.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">With love, my father?</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> [<em>After a pause</em>] <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Ay,</span><br /> +'Tis love shall do it.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Lifting his father's hand to his lips</em>]<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">You bind my heart to you.</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> Too soft, my warrior. Keep such woman's play<br /> +For Berenice. She will thank you for it.<br /> +I'm rough and old, and need the soldier clap<br /> +To start the singing blood. [<em>Clapping Bertrand</em>]<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">A blow with good</span><br /> +Red heart in 't!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Berenice?</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ah, that takes you!</span><br /> +She's here at last. Prince Frederick arrived<br /> +Three days ago, and with him his fair daughter,<br /> +Too dear of value to be left behind,<br /> +The prey of quarrelling kings. You'll dance with her<br /> +To-night.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> You'll pardon me. I shall not dance.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> Faugh, there's the monk again! Why, boy, we'll pray<br /> +The better for a little tripping,—fight<br /> +The better too. One dance with Berenice!<br /> +A beauty, sir, who makes me hate the years<br /> +That lie 'tween youth and me. She was to wed<br /> +A son of mine by vow above her cradle,<br /> +And I have buried every son save you.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> May I not keep one vow?</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">The pope long since</span><br /> +Released you. Now——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">My compact was with Christ.</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> Why cling to one when all the rest are broken?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> It is the one lies wholly in my choice.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> You left your cell.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Do you forget 'twas you</span><br /> +Who shook to ground my cloister walls, and locked<br /> +All holy doors against me?</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">True, I did it.</span><br /> +And with good warrant. Broadest Christendom<br /> +Upheld my right and gave me back my heir.<br /> +Small gain if you refuse to wed. My need<br /> +Is not for sons but grandsons now. My boy,<br /> +You'll let me see your children at my knee?<br /> +Ho, hide your face? Then there's a heart in you.<br /> +Why should I toil through blood and groans and fire<br /> +To make a name my shroud will wrap with me?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Toil then to give this land to God, and live<br /> +So long as love shall live in men.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Pale fame!</span><br /> +Have you no blood of mine? How could my fire<br /> +Father this sluggish monk? There was a maid<br /> +On Kidmir, Charilus' daughter, who has come<br /> +In wag of him, which speaks a fearless wench,—<br /> +She taught you nothing in those moons you passed<br /> +Upon her peaks?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sir?</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">When I saw her face</span><br /> +Flash from her veil, I could have sworn<br /> +Your vow was drowned in her lake-eyes, and that<br /> +Her captured softness had made easy way<br /> +For royal Berenice. Now you talk<br /> +Out of your cowl——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Not so! I am a knight!<br /> +Your words have made me one! Now could I draw<br /> +This sword that knows not blood——</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">I'll bout with thee</span><br /> +For any woman. Come! Thou'lt be a man<br /> +Ere long. Come, sir!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">You've set a foot most foul</span><br /> +Upon the flower of time!</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">It seems I've hit</span><br /> +The mark i' the very eye.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">The whitest thought</span><br /> +That holds her first must shrive itself!</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">So, so!</span><br /> +Come, end the song. She's yours. 'Tis not the moon<br /> +You cry for, take an old man's word.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">The moon</span><br /> +Were nearer to me!</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Trrr-rrr-rr!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">My lord?</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> A woman. Ask and have. I'll send her here.<br /> +This is the hour to bait you, and I'd not lose it<br /> +For half of Suli.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Stay! I will not see her.</span><br /> +I dare not look upon her lest I lose<br /> +Christ and myself.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Are you so tuned? We'll have</span><br /> +A wedding yet.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Forget that word, and I<br /> +Forgive you for it.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">A wedding, prince of Suli.</span><br /> +This plain shall ring to Antioch.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Nay, father,—</span><br /> +And yet I thank you that your heart would make<br /> +So fair a maid my bride.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Fair? That's no word.</span><br /> +She's glory's darling pearl,—the morning's eye<br /> +That makes the night forgot! When you have seen her——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> When I have seen her?</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ay,——</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Do you not speak</span><br /> +Of Ardia?</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> Ardia! Gods! Wed Kidmir's trull?<br /> +Make me a doting grandsire to the heir<br /> +Of Charilus? Hear it, stars! Am I the fool<br /> +O' the earth? Give up my English forests, bare<br /> +My purse for troops, and foot by foot fight way<br /> +To Suli sands,—all this that I may set<br /> +A droning dotard's line upon a throne,<br /> +And be the ass of chronicle? O, poison!<br /> +Well, well, I'm done. The girl is fair enough.<br /> +And you shall have her if she pleases you.<br /> +But Berenice—there's your bride, my boy!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Wed Berenice? With that name you save me.<br /> +By that I see the darkness coiling deep<br /> +Along my bridal way. 'Twas Ardia's name<br /> +That lit the path till I dared let my eyes,<br /> +Though not my will, go venturing on 't.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">My son,——</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Never again, my father, speak to me<br /> +In this night's strain. Till morning I shall pray.<br /> +And then I fast. Good-night.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">One moment. One!</span><br /> +The sunrise feast? Will you not be with us?<br /> +I drink with Charilus the cup of peace.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> And love that breaks no peace?</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> [<em>Assenting</em>] See how you bend me?<br /> +All that you ask I give, but you to me<br /> +Yield nothing.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Sir, this sword, my knightly suit,<br /> +And princely title, make denial for me.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> Your pardon. I forget you count it much<br /> +To give a crust and cell for this broad kingdom.<br /> +I who have paid my heart out for a crown<br /> +Must thank you now to wear it.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Good-night.</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">O, son,</span><br /> +Have you no patience with a man grown old<br /> +In many battles? Now feel I my age,<br /> +Knowing the dearest blows of my long life<br /> +Have bought me but this shadow. In you is drained<br /> +Ambition's heart,—my every burning aim<br /> +Fails here in you, and cools unforged, unshapen.<br /> +Yet do you turn from me as though 'twere I<br /> +Not you who gave the wound that parts us.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">I?</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> Of all my sons I loved you best. You think<br /> +I gave you to the friars with no twinge<br /> +Here at my heart? Your mother said "One son<br /> +We must return to God," and I said "Yea,<br /> +So it be not my Bertrand." But her will<br /> +Ran 'gainst me. When she had her way, I longed<br /> +Through many a day to have you at my side,<br /> +While you were happy with your songs and saints,<br /> +Your father quite forgot.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Stirred</em>] Nay, not forgot.<br /> +And I am with you now.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">O, let me feel</span><br /> +My son is mine! I'll yield you anything.<br /> +Ay, even Ardia! She shall be my daughter——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> By heaven that keeps me true, I will not hear<br /> +That name again! There's maddest music in it.<br /> +I see her when I hear it. [<em>Covering his eyes</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> [<em>Aside</em>] <span style="margin-left: 2em;">I see the lime</span><br /> +Will catch you.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Again, good-night.</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">One favor, son.</span><br /> +And slight too, by 'r lady!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Speak it, sir.</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> I gave my word you'd wait on Berenice.<br /> +I' faith, I know not what excuse to make<br /> +To Frederick. 'Tis barest courtesy<br /> +To give her greeting.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I will welcome her,</span><br /> +Our guest.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> Enough! [<em>Going</em>] You'll wait us here?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">I'll wait.</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exit Oswald. Bertrand sits with head bowed and does +not heed maskers who enter and dance about him. +They cover him with their garlands as they go off. A +song is heard within</em>]</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="noidt"> +What save winds shall kiss his bones<br /> +Bleaching on the desert stones?<br /> +What but waves o'er him shall sigh<br /> +Who doth drownèd sea-deep lie?<br /> +What save worms to him shall come<br /> +Locked in earth, bound, keyless, dumb?<br /> +<br /> +Wild the wind and cold the wave,<br /> +Sharp the tooth within the grave!<br /> +Be such kisses for my ghost,<br /> +Heart, my Heart, when thou art lost!<br /> +Love me, Love, an hour and we<br /> +Mock the cold eternity! +</p> +</div></div> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Taking up a flower</em>] Eternity in this?</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Ardia enters. He does not see her until she speaks</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Prince Bertrand?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Rising</em>] <span style="margin-left: 8em;">You?</span><br /> +Not Berenice!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Ah ... you wait for her?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Who brought you here?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">The earl. Your father.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">He!</span><br /> +What said he?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> That you prayed to see me, sir.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> O, faithless! He deceived you.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">I will go.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Stay—tell me—how you fare.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Nay, you await</span><br /> +The princess.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> You've all comfort? No least lack?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I've food and bed, but little company.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> My father's plans press hard, and I'm a part<br /> +Of them. Each hour he calls me.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I know, my lord,</span><br /> +This is not Kidmir. I've my father too.<br /> +You've yours ... and Berenice.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Nay, it seems</span><br /> +Fate hath her changelings. You have come, not she.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I sought no meeting, sir, but being here,<br /> +I'll ask you of my father. Is he safe?<br /> +Earl Oswald means no treachery to his guest?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> At sunrise he will drink the cup of peace.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> That's hours away! He knows your life is pledged<br /> +For Charilus' safety?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">No. I will not wake</span><br /> +A doubt against his honor.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">He should know.</span><br /> +I've seen his eyes. Good hap, you have your mother's.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> If he be vile as you so fear he is,<br /> +My pledge would be no leash to his hold will.<br /> +He'd chain me here till he destroyed your brothers.<br /> +Let him know naught, I'm free to keep my oath.<br /> +But this should not be spoken. We do wrong<br /> +To talk of things that have no being save<br /> +In our own midnight fears.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Well, I shall sleep.</span><br /> +Good-night, my lord.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Am I not Vairdelan?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Ay, when you smile so.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<em>Holds out her hands, and drops them untouched</em>]</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Far, O far from Kidmir!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Yea, an eternal journey my lost soul<br /> +May find it. Ardia, counsel me. Two ways<br /> +Stretch long before me, and I faint<br /> +In daring either. Give me of your strength.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> My strength? I have none.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">You have God's.</span><br /> +Men, proud in valor, stray and lose his hand;<br /> +The woman holds it ever, walking floods<br /> +And trampling fire where men go down.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Tell me!</span><br /> +How may I help you?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Sit then. I will speak.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 5em;">[<em>She sits; He stands near her</em>]</span><br /> +I have agreed to be the sovereign<br /> +Of sword-won Suli.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">None will better serve</span><br /> +Where he is master. O, this spear-torn land<br /> +Shall flower to heaven and mate her bloom with stars!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> A bloom that dies with me?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Death cannot make</span><br /> +The spirit barren.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>At distance</em>] Through me my father hopes<br /> +To found a princely house o'er-topping Asia<br /> +With Christ-lit towers.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Oh!... Then you will wed.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>His eyes down</em>] My bride is chosen.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Rising</em>] <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Chosen? [<em>Sits again</em>]</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Nay.... I know....</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Returning</em>] Your hidden eyes hide not the loathing there<br /> +For me forsworn. Why have I troubled you?<br /> +Look on me, Ardia. I am not yet fallen.<br /> +I take your answer. You have chosen my way,<br /> +And I set forth upon it—<em>not</em> forsworn.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> That word is naught. I do not think of it.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Must man not keep his pledge?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">To mortals, yes.</span><br /> +For so our lives are knit, and part to part<br /> +Keep sound and whole. But pledges unto God<br /> +Man cannot make or keep till he may bind<br /> +The Will that journeys with the launchèd world.<br /> +So might His rivers say "Here will we rest,<br /> +And worship thee," nor run into the sea,<br /> +And God must be content though all his fields<br /> +Burn waterless. So might the winds vow Him<br /> +Unbroken calm, and God who needs his storms<br /> +Must still his own desire while his dear earth<br /> +Goes pestilent.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Unsentient things! He shares<br /> +His will with man.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> But not to enslave his own.<br /> +Christ seals no bond the lips lay on the soul<br /> +That is each instant new as life, as change,<br /> +As the importuning world. Ah, he who sells<br /> +To one hour's narrow need the zenith light<br /> +Of unborn days would snuff out time and know<br /> +No rising sun. Himself would be a slavedom<br /> +Where never Christ would walk.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Is 't Ardia speaks?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Truth speaks, not I. If man must vow,<br /> +Let it not be to love no woman,—wear<br /> +The vest of fire, and in a sunless cell<br /> +Chain Heaven-arteried life,—then peering out,<br /> +Cling to the nested eaves transfixed to see<br /> +His fled desires wear the horizon flame.<br /> +But let him vow his Christ shall shrink no vein<br /> +Of broad and pauseless being; ay,—shall keep<br /> +Sweet surgence with his blood, climb with his spirit<br /> +Time's lifting hills, and hold in watch with him<br /> +The unshrouding pinnacles where love puts off<br /> +The old clouds for the dawn. Forsworn? O, heart<br /> +Cell-bound, thy very vows deny thy Christ.<br /> +Who serve him wear no chains.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">You think me true?</span><br /> +And yet I felt your wounded, doubting eyes<br /> +Raining me scorn. Why was it, Ardia?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Scorn?</span><br /> +I have forgot why 'twas—or shall forget.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> And there was pity too, that dropped your lids.<br /> +And would have sheltered me. Is that forgot?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Nay, that.... I'll tell you that. I thought of Love,<br /> +Man's angel, and the heart-lone way of him<br /> +Who missed and found her not. Never to take<br /> +More courage from the fall of her sure feet<br /> +On heights that wind between death and the stars;<br /> +Or where his road burns through the shadeless sands,<br /> +Reach for the hand with fountains in its touch<br /> +And feel the palm-breath round him. Not to know<br /> +Her eyes when night is come, and there's no star;<br /> +Her breast, that pillowing the darkened waste,<br /> +Keeps warm the bitten earth and gives him dream<br /> +To meet and match the dawn. So wept my thoughts,<br /> +Forgetting that you are no wanderer,<br /> +But kingly housed will rule a tamèd realm.<br /> +Or should a harvest come of spears, not grain,<br /> +Yet is your princess brave and beautiful,<br /> +And bears, may be, a mating heart. Love then<br /> +Will come to you——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">My princess?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Berenice.</span><br /> +Your father's choice ... and yours.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">My Ardia! Mine!</span><br /> +Could such a lie creep to your soul and find<br /> +No lances at the door? [<em>Kneels, kissing her hands</em>]<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">My love, my love, my love!</span><br /> +Let honors fail, and stars forget my name,<br /> +'Tis thou shalt walk beside me, thou my chosen!<br /> +I'll hear thy footfall on the winter steep,<br /> +And take thy hand where desert noons are white,<br /> +But close thy breast shall lie upon my heart,<br /> +Nor pillow the bitten waste, my own, my own!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">[<em>She moves from him. He rises</em>]</span><br /> +Why are you silent, pale, and heaven-still?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I must be still. I've mourned my heart-walls thin.<br /> +This joy will break them. Joy to hear your voice<br /> +With love's mate-music in it cry to me.<br /> +My joy! I'll drink it all, nor lose one drop,<br /> +For I shall have no more.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">No more? No less</span><br /> +Than life can hold!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Hear me, my lord.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">You love me!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I shall not be your wife.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">You're mine—all mine!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> You hold your vow yet sacred, breaking it<br /> +By the sole might of love. You do not feel<br /> +The vision round you in whose light that vow<br /> +Falls like a grave-cloth from an angel's limbs.<br /> +Ah, Christ would be no bridal guest of ours,<br /> +Shut out by your heart's fear.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<em>He stands as if stricken</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You see 'tis true.</span><br /> +You listen for his sanction, and you hear<br /> +The ring of your own vow.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<em>He sits bowed</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You hear it now</span><br /> +Above your passion's chime. 'Twill fill the air<br /> +When love's mad bells grow quiet, and your soul<br /> +Asks the old question. Let me then be far<br /> +From thee, nor stay to be a claspèd fire<br /> +Eating thy side.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">You'll heal me of my fear.</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 11em;">[<em>Reaching his hands to her</em>]</span><br /> + +My fountain and my palm!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Your doubt would stir</span><br /> +Beneath your tenderest deep. My nearing step<br /> +Would as a trumpet start its buried storm<br /> +To sweep our meeting eyes.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">If Christ would give</span><br /> +A sign,—leave me no choice,—no other way</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> The torch of Fate but blinds us when the heart<br /> +Beareth no light.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Not Fate, but Heaven—there</span><br /> +I'd read my sign.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hope not, my lord, that Heaven</span><br /> +Will drive me to your arms. Farewell.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">No, no!</span><br /> +To keep you I'll dare hell——</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Dare hell? My love</span><br /> +Walks not that fiery verge, but waits thine own<br /> +In regions nearer God. There we shall meet,<br /> +And there will be no hell.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<em>Turns to go, but is drawn back by his grief</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Thou art a prince</span><br /> +Of Christ. Arise and rule this land for him.<br /> +There is no sin in you. You've kissed my hands,<br /> +And they are bright as stars!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">O, can you go?</span><br /> +You do not love me. In your breast are wings—<br /> +No heart, but wings that seek the mountain sky.<br /> +Go perch above me, leave me dying here.<br /> +And cool your bosom with a virgin song<br /> +To mateless heaven!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Who is cruel now?</span><br /> +You have the world to feed on, need not eat<br /> +Your heart as I must—I, the woman. Dear,<br /> +Where Kidmir cliffs climb highest to the sky<br /> +I'll keep my watch, but thou shall rise above me<br /> +In thought of men. O'er all discerning shall<br /> +Thy purpose wing, perhaps be drunk of clouds,<br /> +But light shall follow where thine aim has sped,<br /> +And leading upward with your comrade world,<br /> +My Kidmir shall seem lowly, where I walk<br /> +With stintless ache beneath the cedar boughs<br /> +On pain's moon nights. And oh, the Springs to pass,<br /> +When each bride-bud shall be a wound to me,<br /> +When grasses young, and softly pushing moss,<br /> +Shall urge my feet like fire, and I must stand<br /> +Quite still ... quite still ... with all my unborn babes<br /> +Dead in my heart.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Motionless</em>] You dare not leave me now.<br /> +You dare not, Ardia.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I dare not stay.</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>As she nears the great doors they rumble shut and are +noisily barred without</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Ho! Open, open, open! I pray you, open!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">[<em>Beats on door, then leans to the silence</em>]</span><br /> + +Shut in ... shut in! So Oswald's treachery<br /> +Begins with me. My father, we are lost.<br /> +You are to die, and I—to-morrow, oh,<br /> +My honor will go wasting on the fields<br /> +With every soldier's breath! You hear, my lord?<br /> +We are shut in....</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The miracle!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Together....</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> The sign! the sign!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">For all the night....</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">For all</span><br /> +Eternity! There is no other way.<br /> +I take you as from Christ. My bride, my bride!</p> + +<p class="center1"><br /> +[<em>Curtain</em>]</p> + +<p><br /><br /></p> + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene 2.</span> <em>The same. Gray of morning seen through grating of window, +rear, where Bertrand stands looking out and upward. Ardia is sleeping on +a couch. The dawn-light wakes her and she starts up.</em></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> 'Tis morning. Bertrand! You have watched all night?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> O, there has been no night.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">I slept it through.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Thy body slept, but thou hast been with me<br /> +O'er all the world, and farther than the world,<br /> +Out where the life begins.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">That may be true,</span><br /> +For I had wondrous dreams.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">You speak of dreams?</span><br /> +A magic touched me, and I woke from dream<br /> +Knowing my life. What ways we went! All things<br /> +Seemed new, warm with the Maker's hand, as young<br /> +As our own eyes, but 'twas eternity<br /> +That kept them sweet, unaging.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">It was Love</span><br /> +Who gave thee eyes to see the world immortal<br /> +Even in our own.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Do all Love's votaries</span><br /> +Walk with such magic sight?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">In truth! I've seen</span><br /> +A beggar woman tread the road-side dust<br /> +As it were showered gold, because she had<br /> +Love's eyes. And we—what joys our joy shall find!<br /> +The pearling skies with rose-breath drinking ours<br /> +'Tween sea and dawn! The leaves that turn i' the wind<br /> +And tremble in our hearts—the brook-song that<br /> +Began beyond the stars—the woodland nests,<br /> +Breast-warm——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And one is ours.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">The lark that leaves</span><br /> +His meadow-mate and reels at the sun's door<br /> +Dropping his song of fire and clover-dew<br /> +Down to her heart.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Kissing her</em>] As this in thine!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">And all</span><br /> +Life's dearer-veinèd joys,—the way-side hands<br /> +That pluck to camp-fire glow,—the smile of age,<br /> +Gift-sweet and wise beside the garner door——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Ay, dear are these ... but when we came again<br /> +From that far, holy place....</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Ah, in your dream.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Where no words go or come....</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">When we came back?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Walking the light between the parted stars,<br /> +And met the days that knew us ... naught could hide<br /> +The eternal joy within it. Twas a world<br /> +Whose beauty lay allwheres. O, not alone<br /> +In morning skies and mated larks a-wing!<br /> +Each rag-hung thing was dipped in chosen time<br /> +And wore its royal hour.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">If that could be!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> What seers, what eyes of light, outshone the pain<br /> +That gave them being! Tears that silvered graves<br /> +Globed in their pearl the immortal hope of men,<br /> +And seemed as beautiful as prophecy<br /> +Burning in its own truth. Ay, where a man<br /> +Fell murdered, crying "I forgive," the ground<br /> +Sprang as a garden——</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Murdered? O, not that!<br /> +How could you say it? I had forgot, forgot!<br /> +Love in your dream looked you quite through the soul<br /> +Of Time on things to be? What saw you then?<br /> +Ah, tell me!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Then?... Then came this dimmer light<br /> +Which you called morning, and I saw no more.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I would I knew!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You fear even now?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">O, me!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Sweet, leave these shadows—dreams of ancient night<br /> +That cling too late upon a day-warm world.<br /> +Must I persuade you still that Oswald means<br /> +Our happiness?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Hark you! They come, my lord.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> The sunrise feast. Fit place and time to break<br /> +The fast of love.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">O, hear! So many feet!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Dear trembler, do not fear.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">They're here, my lord.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Welcome the world. It has no eye can make<br /> +Our own seek earth.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Doors open. Enter Frederick, Oswald, Charilus, Berenice, +with lords and ladies attending. Servants follow +bearing trays, and lay the table. Ardia hastens to her +father and they talk apart. Oswald advances to Bertrand, +right, the others lingering left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I am forgiven?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Forgiven!</span><br /> +Ask God and Love! I'll thank you all my life<br /> +That you did force me take my only way<br /> +To Heaven.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> Hmm! And I spent a bitter night<br /> +Fearing your morning face.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">It was my soul's</span><br /> +Birth-night.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> God bless me, you are grateful, sir.<br /> +But you've good reason. [<em>Looks at Ardia</em>] I had no such mate<br /> +To make the dark hours fly.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Pray speak to her.</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> In my good time.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Nay, now!</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">The day is long.</span><br /> +I shall be gentle, for I owe her much<br /> +Who gives me back my son. Come to our guests.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Does Frederick——</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ay, he knows all, and bears</span><br /> +No grudge.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Knows all?</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">He clapped my plot as though</span><br /> +His own thick noll had hatched it.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">And the princess——</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> You see her smile? There's answer for you.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Come!</span><br /> +No blush! Put on a face. Your bridal news<br /> +Shall sauce our banquet.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>They move to guests</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Fred.</em> [<em>To Bertrand</em>] Greet you, sir! But why<br /> +So pale, my lord? I fear me you have spent<br /> +A sleepless night.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Ay, as the stars.</span></p> + +<p><em>A Lord.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">The stars?</span><br /> +He winked then, by the rood!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">What do you say?</span></p> + +<p><em>Lord.</em> I say the stars do wink, most gracious prince.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> Come, find your seats, my friends! Yet two of us,<br /> +Lord Charilus and my unworthy self<br /> +Must keep our feet till we have drunk the wine<br /> +Made sacrosanct by one night's rest upon<br /> +The Virgin's altar.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Bertrand places Ardia's seat by her father, who stands at +the left of Oswald</em>]</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 6em;">You, fair Berenice,</span><br /> +Sit at my right, and on your other side<br /> +The graceless prince of Suli begs for room.</p> + +<p><em>Bere.</em> He beg, my lord? I have not heard his tongue,<br /> +And for his eyes, I fear no leek of Wales<br /> +Could pull a beggar's tear from them to oil<br /> +This suit. But he is welcome.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Taking seat by her</em>] Thank you, lady.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>When all are seated save Charilus and Oswald a priest +enters bearing a chalice of wine which he places on table +before Oswald</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> This is the cup by angels visited<br /> +In night's deep hours. Herein they dropped the peace<br /> +Of Heaven, which Charilus and I shall take<br /> +Into our hearts. I know in truth it holds<br /> +Sweet peace for me—the peace that thirty years<br /> +My veins have ached for. Charilus, what say you?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> My heart can hold no more of peace than now<br /> +Doth fill it, but I drink with you, my lord.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Drinks from goblet which Oswald has filled from chalice, +and Oswald drinks from goblet filled by Charilus</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> [<em>Dropping his glass</em>] Is peace a fire?<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I' faith, this kindles me!</span><br /> +Thou smileless priest, take off the Virgin's cup!<br /> +You think it needs another blessing, sir,<br /> +Since my bold hand has touched it? Out with you!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<em>Exit priest with chalice</em>]</span><br /> + +That pinch-face has seen hell and fasts to keep<br /> +The ghost down. I'll not fast. Set to, my friends.<br /> +Fill up your bowls, for I've a health for you.<br /> +We drink to Berenice, bride to be<br /> +Of Bertrand, prince of Suli and my son!</p> + +<p><em>A Lord.</em> [<em>As all lift their glasses</em>]<br /> +We pledge the bride of Bertrand—Berenice!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Drink not, my lords, till you have changed that name<br /> +To Ardia, daughter of our noble guest,<br /> +Lord Charilus!</p> + +<p><em>Fred.</em> [<em>Rising</em>] If this be sport, Earl Oswald,<br /> +A world of groans shall pay for 't!</p> + +<p><em>Bere.</em> [<em>In mock swoon</em>] Oh.... I faint....</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Her ladies help her</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> You bawling ass! You thousand times a fool!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>To Oswald</em>] You've woven a maze about me, and I'm blind<br /> +With 't, yet I see to pluck one truth,—my bride<br /> +Is Ardia. No other under Heaven! My lords,<br /> +It is the wine——</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Would then 'twere in your throat!</span><br /> +Is this the riddle of your morning smile?<br /> +Your fair compliance, soft submission? Sir,<br /> +By my heart's blood, I'll give you to the sword<br /> +Ere you shall make me father to a drab—<br /> +The spoil of your own lust, the—What, you draw?<br /> +Ay, strike me down! Let me be first to fall<br /> +Beneath your mighty sword! The rust has lain<br /> +A lifetime on it, and a father's blood<br /> +May cleanse it bright as Heaven!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">O, my Christ!</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> Yea, call on him, and he will hear thee too,<br /> +Who honorest so thy father!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<em>Bertrand stands speechless</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Now, my lords,</span><br /> +Since he no longer brays, I have a tale<br /> +To tell you. I, too, had a father, though<br /> +The world has long forgot him.</p> + +<p><em>Fred.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">No, my friend.</span><br /> +Well do I bear in mind his fair, proud face,<br /> +And glory of his arms.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">He was struck down</span><br /> +Because a minion, straying from the hearth,<br /> +Looked on his beauty with her nestling eyes.</p> + +<p><em>Fred.</em> For no more cause?</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I swear it. Friends, if death</span><br /> +Were the cold price for kissing of a jade,<br /> +Who here would be alive? For so slight sin<br /> +Was my brave father murdered. Charilus, speak!<br /> +Was not the princely heart of John of Clyffe<br /> +Ripped with a hate-keen sword,—the sword of him<br /> +Who claimed the lordship of those rebel lips<br /> +That chose my father liege?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">It is too true.</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> Who better knows? Say that a wilding flies<br /> +The builded bower, hearing a lordlier song<br /> +Pass on the wind than her dull mate can tune,<br /> +Must then the singer die, who scarcely knows<br /> +His song is heard, or that a bold wing follows?</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> Whether the earl of Clyffe sang then to woo,<br /> +As I believe, or for the love of song,<br /> +As you do say, my lord,—his death was sin,<br /> +And he who wrought that woe shed tears enough<br /> +To clear his stain, if tears may whiten souls.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> A murderer's tears! But what of mine, the son's?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Your oath—your honor, sir! Where is the love<br /> +You swore should cleanse your shield?</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Safe in my heart.</span><br /> +And burning for my father.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">God of pity!</span></p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> That was the love I spoke of.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">All be deaf</span><br /> +But hell!</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> Hear the full tale, my friends. I swear<br /> +The earl of Clyffe died for no more offence<br /> +Than I have here set out,—and I, his only son,<br /> +Kissed his red wounds and from his breast unbound<br /> +This bloody scarf— [<em>taking scarf from his bosom</em>] that then was crimson, now<br /> +In age-grown black bemourns my step that comes<br /> +So sluggish to revenge. For thirty years<br /> +Had passed ere I beheld his murderer,<br /> +Then face to face we stood ... and face to face<br /> +We stand ... for this is he, this Charilus<br /> +Of Kidmir—peace-lipped Cain—gray hypocrite,<br /> +Whose blood is honey in his veins, whose eyes<br /> +Stare on the world as he were some bland god<br /> +Who made it and said "good."</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Sir, I would send</span><br /> +My daughter to her brothers. Grant me this.<br /> +And I am ready for what death you please.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I will not go. One sword shall strike us both.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 15em;">[<em>Turns to Oswald</em>]</span><br /> + +But first a word to you. When Charilus falls,<br /> +Say farewell to your son. He pledged his life<br /> +To my two brothers for our father's safety,<br /> +And you, who know him least, yet know he'll keep<br /> +That pledge.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> What, creature, will you lie?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">I speak</span><br /> +The truth. Strike, if you can, this gray old man,<br /> +Silvered in service to the one high God,<br /> +Sinless as sunlight, fair in sweetened age,—<br /> +Let forth his sainted blood, and Bertrand lives<br /> +No longer than the shortest time between<br /> +Suli and Kidmir.</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">That's a lifetime then!</span><br /> +He shall not step! I'll have him hung with chains<br /> +Till he is fast as rooted oaks in earth!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Stunned</em>] A guest betrayed....</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Betrayed? I promised him</span><br /> +Such treatment as he gave my blood. And he<br /> +Shall have it—death!</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> Peace be my heir!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Takes stand by Charilus</em>] Death, sir?<br /> +First break this sword! Thy sin must be unnamed<br /> +Until the angel who doth write thee damned<br /> +Gives it foul christening. I break my pledge.<br /> +I will not go to Kidmir. Here I'll give<br /> +My life for Charilus.</p> + +<p><em>Char.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">No blow for me!</span><br /> +O, may I unavengèd lie forgot,<br /> +And my forgiving blood make barren ground<br /> +Alive with asphodel——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Nay, I will strike,</span><br /> +Though a father's sword meet mine!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Charilus trembles, and supports himself by Ardia's arm</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Commend me, stars!</span><br /> +You counselled well. [<em>To Bertrand</em>] Fool, do not draw. There's none<br /> +Will run against you. Charilus is dead,<br /> +And by a way more sure. His holy goblet<br /> +Held one rich drop the angels put not there<br /> +Nor Virgin blessed. See how he pales—and stares—<br /> +And cannot get his voice? So are we spared<br /> +A swan-song homily trickling through his beard.<br /> +Be off, old pray-lip—off, and take with you<br /> +Your cat-foot peace and milky piety!<br /> +I serve a vengeful God who armeth men<br /> +For his own wars!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Heaven, draw thy clouds about thee!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Charilus dies in Ardia's arms</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Osw.</em> He's dead! The air of earth is sweet again.<br /> +I have no enemy!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Looking up from the body</em>] You have no son.</p> + +<p class="center1"><br /> +[<em>Curtain</em>]</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT III</h3> + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <em>On Kidmir Pass. Moonlight paling to dawn. Ardia alone, +struggling up the Pass.</em></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Looking back</em>] They do not follow. I am safe from that. [<em>Sits on a rock</em>]<br /> + +Why should I climb? There is no rest up there.<br /> +But there is death, mayhap,—and that is worth<br /> +The sorest climbing. O, my father dear,<br /> +Is 't thy dead self so heavy on my heart?<br /> +Thou shouldst be light upon thy spirit wings,<br /> +And give me of thy freedom.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 5em;">[<em>Gaina enters from above</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Gaina, hast found</span><br /> +The spring?</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> 'Tis farther up.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">More steps.</span></p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Wait here.</span><br /> +Barca will bring you drink. Nay, sit you still.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I must. How this weak body masters us,<br /> +Cooling the bravest will that in strong limbs<br /> +Might dance to any goal! Yet do we say<br /> +The will is lord, whose flush is in the blood<br /> +And fades wi' the paling body. By that lie<br /> +We cling to Heaven and immortality.<br /> +... O, I am lost so deep I need not fear<br /> +The farthest bolt of God! Out, out the pale<br /> +Of his concern!</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Why now, honey dear!<br /> +A sip of fine spring water and you'll be<br /> +A lark o' the morning! All's not bad, I say.<br /> +There's Banissat would marry you to-morrow!<br /> +What pretty words he spoke, and took us in<br /> +Like a good father—but I saw him look!<br /> +And he were shaved he'd have a merry eye.<br /> +Such meal and honey! <em>I've</em> a thankful tooth!<br /> +Come now, what say you? Run from such a fortune,<br /> +And stumbling is no matter. Ay, a trip<br /> +Or two were well enough.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Yes, foolish 'twas</span><br /> +To fly from Banissat.</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">You know it? Well, well,</span><br /> +If it's your own right mind you've run to, dearie,<br /> +There's no harm done past mending.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Taking a small dagger from her dress</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 16em;">This had saved</span><br /> +My feet these weary steps.</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Sweet Mary, save us!</span><br /> +Wouldst slay a prince for loving thee?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">No, wretch.</span><br /> +I could not take another's life though 'twere<br /> +Of all the world the foulest.</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Bless the lass!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> But out of pity I could take my own.<br /> +Why should my heart beat on and labor so<br /> +For merest leave to beat again?</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Now, now!</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<em>Enter Barca</em>]</span><br /> + +Here's Barca, praise the saints! Now you'll take heart!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Ardia takes gourd from Barca and drinks</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Thanks, Barca. But there's misery in the draught<br /> +That makes me keen again. I fear me I'll<br /> +Yet hope.</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> Will you walk on?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Yes, come.</span></p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> [<em>Listening</em>] What's that?<br /> +A noise below!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Some one from Banissat!</span><br /> +I'll not be taken!</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> Come aside, my lady.<br /> +Here is good hiding.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>They go behind a great rock half hidden by cedars. Bertrand +enters below. Ardia steps out and stands before +him. He kneels</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Spirit, hast come for me? I'll join thee, love,<br /> +When I have climbed this peak and met the sword<br /> +That sets my honor free.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Nay, rise, my lord.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Rising</em>] Thy living self? Here in the night alone?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Barca is here, and Gaina.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Sweet, the moon</span><br /> +Makes thee so fair.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Smiling</em>] Was I not always fair?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> [<em>Embracing her</em>] My living love! Sit here,—and now thy story.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I'll shorten it to get to thine.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">You had</span><br /> +The dagger that I sent you? [<em>She shows it to him</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 10em;">My sole gift</span><br /> +To love.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> O, it was dear as death then seemed<br /> +To me!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Cast it away.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">No, for love's sake</span><br /> +I'll keep it, and it shall do no work save God's.<br /> +Listen ... it prophesies.... I'll need it yet.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> O, I was mad to send it! Would you wreck<br /> +This tent set fair upon the soul's long road,<br /> +By pain-craft wrought of every whiter dream,<br /> +Where God may sit with us and map the winds<br /> +That forward blow and back, the paths laid free<br /> +To His far end, and those where blind walls rise<br /> +Breast-piled with thwarted dust? Dear soul of me,<br /> +Would we know Heaven we must listen here,<br /> +And one word lost may mean a path all dark<br /> +When we fare outward. This is not for you,<br /> +This fear-born blade. Away with it!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<em>She clasps it closer</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Is not</span><br /> +Your danger past?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Not while Avesta loves.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> O God! But tell me now the full, foul story,—<br /> +Yet not all foul, since you are here alive.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Your father——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I've no father!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;"> —sent me forth</span><br /> +With my two servants. When we reached Avesta,<br /> +The prince met us with welcome, much too warm<br /> +Methought, so in the night we stole away<br /> +And reached the pass—all with some wit and care,<br /> +As you shall know hereafter. Now your word.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> I was imprisoned.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Yes, I know.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">A guard</span><br /> +Gave me his sword. I fought the others.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Fought?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> And killed. Look on this blade.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">A brother's blood.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> My love!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">At last I am Earl Oswald's son!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> My Bertrand! [<em>Drawing aside his cloak</em>]<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">You are wounded! Vairdelan!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> That name is no more mine.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">How did you pass</span><br /> +Avesta?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> The guards were friends of Vairdelan.<br /> +I used the stainless name that I had lost.<br /> +O, I have lied to keep my word, and slew<br /> +That I might die!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Might die? You mean ... my brothers.<br /> +They must be merciful.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">With Charilus slain?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> O, me! I too shall die. And that is best,<br /> +If anything we do be worst or best.<br /> +I've read within my father's secret script<br /> +That earth shall lose its heart of fire, and lie<br /> +Dead-cold and dark with no green thing upon it.<br /> +Then this black crust shall bear no form of man,<br /> +Nor trace of him. Why then such ceaseless pain<br /> +To look a little longer on the sun,<br /> +When he who seals his eyes this day with dust<br /> +But leagues with time to reach the journey's end<br /> +Without the journey's ache?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Hast lost thy faith?</span><br /> +My heart, say earth must be its own still grave,<br /> +Our destiny lies farther. But were life<br /> +A march to naught, I'd choose it for the sake<br /> +Of one bright wonder by the way—your love,<br /> +My Ardia.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> You love me, yet would die. Thou'rt mine!<br /> +And I will hold thee, yea, on this warm earth,<br /> +Not in some strange and tearless world!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>While they speak Barca moves up the pass and listens</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">My lord?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Ay, Barca?</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Men are on the pass.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Above?</span><br /> +My brothers! Oh!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I go to meet them.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Stay!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> They shall not come to me. I go to them.<br /> +My honor, love, my honor!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">O, men, men!</span><br /> +You build a shrine to love and ask us fling<br /> +Our lives, our souls into it. Once within,<br /> +The door forever shut, there sits a god,<br /> +A monster-god, your honor, and we must sue<br /> +For barest room to stand or crouch or kneel<br /> +Where by your oaths we should be sovereign.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> The shrine itself is honor, dear, my heart.<br /> +That gone, we have indeed no holy place<br /> +To shelter love. Was 't not yourself who said<br /> +That man to man must keep his pledge?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Ah me,</span><br /> +That shining night! That night of golden wings!<br /> +And now comes this. Can such two nights be born<br /> +In the same world, and but one sun between?<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">[<em>Bertrand staggers</em>]</span><br /> + +You're bleeding still!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Fast, fast.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">My veil——</span><br /> +I'll wrap you with it! [<em>Binds wound</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Thanks, for I would live<br /> +To die upon their swords.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Wait, wait, my lord!</span><br /> +O, do not meet them in their first deep rage——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Farewell!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> You shall not see them till my prayers<br /> +Have turned their hearts from blood.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Part thou with hope</span><br /> +And pain will leave thee too. That is the wrench,<br /> +Not death.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Stay, stay! Are there not miracles yet?<br /> +I'll hide you yonder till——</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">They come!</span></p> + +<p> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<em>Hurries up pass, staggers and falls</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">He faints!</span><br /> +The miracle begins! Here, Barca, Gaina,<br /> +Bear him aside. He swift! Then come to me.<br /> +O, gently, Barca! Haste!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">[<em>Barca draws Bertrand behind the rocks</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">He shall be saved!</span><br /> +Thou'lt not deny me, Heaven! O, forget<br /> +That ever I blasphemed Thee!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter, above, Biondel and Vigard</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Who is here?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> My brothers!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Ardia, by my life!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">'Tis she.</span><br /> +What do you here?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I go to you. Where else</span><br /> +Shall I find shelter in a world now bare<br /> +Save where your hearts make gentle room for me?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> What do you mean? Where is our father?<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Speak!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> You have not heard? Why then do you go down?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> For word of Charilus. No messenger<br /> +Has come. All night we watched. What can you say<br /> +More than this fearful meeting tells? No word?<br /> +Are you the ghost you look? Is Charilus safe?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Safe as yon Heaven would have him. He is dead.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 9em;">[<em>Silence</em>]</span><br /> + +You loved him, though you went another way<br /> +To find your God.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Our father dead? O, sister,<br /> +Not cold, not still, not silent to his sons.<br /> +Who loved his voice even when they most forsook it!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Oswald betrayed us.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">O, my sword, 'tis thou</span><br /> +Shalt split his heart, though every spear in Suli<br /> +Then pierce my own! [<em>Going</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Stay, Vigard!</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Earth is fire!</span><br /> +Can you be still upon it? Where is Bertrand<br /> +With his deep oaths? O, coward! I will seek him——</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> No need. He'll come to you.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">He'll keep his oath,</span><br /> +You think?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I know he will.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">So knew you too</span><br /> +That Charilus was safe. Call him to life,<br /> +And we'll believe you yet!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">How died our father?</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 9em;">[<em>Ardia weeps</em>]</span><br /> + +No matter now. And Oswald cast you out?<br /> +Afoot?</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> Ay, so he did! I'll answer that!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> He sent us under guard.</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ay, but afoot!</span><br /> +And 'twas a trudge to Avesta. O, the day!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Prince Banissat gave you no help?</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">No help?</span><br /> +Who said so? There's a prince! He drew his sword,<br /> +And swore he'd drive Earl Oswald to the sea,<br /> +And said "Avesta's yours,"—that to my mistress,<br /> +She then bedraggled and so full of tears<br /> +She had no words to thank him. I did that!<br /> +Then we had sup and bed, and when my bones<br /> +Were sweet with sleep, why we must up again<br /> +And tug it to the peak.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> [<em>To Ardia</em>] He sheltered you!<br /> +Then there was hope, which you have trampled down<br /> +By this mad flight.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I dared not think the prince</span><br /> +Would make my bitter fortunes his. In you<br /> +Lay my defence, and to your love I came.<br /> +You must make peace with Oswald. Yes, my brothers,<br /> +Although you write it with our father's blood.<br /> +He is all powerful. When Bertrand comes——</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> Ha, when he comes!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">What then?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">You may demand</span><br /> +Whate'er you will of Oswald, if you spare<br /> +The dear life of his son.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I'll have that life</span><br /> +And Oswald's too!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">He'll make you any terms——</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> Ay, any terms, and keep none, once his son<br /> +Is safe.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> [<em>Looking down the pass</em>] Who comes?—with gleaming lances? Ah....<br /> +The prince!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> By Allah, he!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>It is now dawn. Ardia steps back into shadow as Banissat +and followers enter. His retainers wait at entrance +below while he advances</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Good-morrow, friends.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Hail to you, Banissat!</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I seek a dove</span><br /> +That fled my hand last night. Has 't flown your way?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Our sister is with us.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Then search ends here.</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Her flight meant no ingratitude, my lord.<br /> +Her father's arms grown cold, she came to ours<br /> +By the shortest way, bringing her honor home<br /> +Where none might question it.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">We love her more</span><br /> +For watchful care of what to us is precious<br /> +As to herself. Heaven-pure must be the bride<br /> +Of Banissat, and tainted Heaven will put<br /> +The earth to blush ere she will bring us shame.<br /> +I offer her my princedom.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Stepping out</em>] One whose veil<br /> +Is lost? Whose face is common to the eyes<br /> +Of beggars by the road?</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">O, bald and bitter!</span><br /> +But did not one, our Lady of Paradise,<br /> +Walk with bare brow among our counsellors?<br /> +And you are pure as she. Who dares to soil<br /> +The chosen of Banissat with whisper that<br /> +He saw you on this journey, forfeits eyes<br /> +And tongue. So silence shall give burial deep<br /> +To every slander.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">You will not forget.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> Yourself shall be my dear oblivion.<br /> +For Beauty keeps no records, has no past;<br /> +Her arms engird love's moment, and there is<br /> +No other time.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nay, Beauty's history</span><br /> +Is writ beneath her bloom, and when that goes<br /> +The deep, uncovered scars are hated more<br /> +Because of love that kissed them unaware.<br /> +I dare not wed you, but say that I dared,<br /> +Wouldst grasp my broken fortunes when you need<br /> +Strong Antioch's staff and sceptre to make good<br /> +Your gates 'gainst Oswald? And I've heard, my lord,<br /> +That Antioch's daughter is a prize you seek.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> Be not o'er-jealous, Ardia of the Stars,<br /> +For Antioch shall serve thee. There my suit<br /> +Is but a fair appearance,—there I woo<br /> +To make thy state secure, and thou shalt be<br /> +Bride of my heart unrivalled.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Hear me then!</span><br /> +I am betrothed to Bertrand. He is sworn<br /> +To me as I to him.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Death to your tongue!</span><br /> +You'd wed your father's slayer?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">I would wed</span><br /> +Lord Bertrand. [<em>Kneels to Biondel</em>] Brother!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Give no ear to her!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> If you would save Avesta and yourselves,<br /> +Make peace with Oswald. Trust not Antioch.<br /> +When Bertrand comes——</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> He will not come! He's not<br /> +A fool as thou!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> He comes!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> [<em>Lifting his sword</em>] Then here's his welcome!</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Bertrand comes out and walks slowly to the group. +Vigard, amazed, lowers his sword</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> My friends, well met. You cut my journey short.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Gives his sword to Biondel</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> You have come back ... to death?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">The blow, my lord.</span><br /> +Your work is wellnigh done. An easy stroke<br /> +Will finish it.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> And whose is that?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Not mine.</span><br /> +I do condemn him, but can lift no hand<br /> +To seal mine order.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I am not so weak.</span><br /> +This blow for Charilus!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Staying him</em>] If Bertrand dies<br /> +My honor goes unto a grave so deep<br /> +No shoot of green will ever from it spring<br /> +For the world's eye to light on.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">You make much</span><br /> +Of broken troth. There's many a maid has lived<br /> +In wedded honor with a second choice.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> But I may not.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Peace, sister.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Let him live,</span><br /> +And Suli's glory will enwrap my name<br /> +Stainless and safe.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">'Tis safe with me. Ay, safer.</span><br /> +Let Antioch enlist with me, and I<br /> +Shall wear the name of Suli with my own.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> You've yet to hear ... you do not know, my lord....</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Sweet, plead no more. Let me go on to Heaven<br /> +If 't be God wills his gates shall ope to me.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> You'll stop in hell a thousand years or so!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Wait! I will tell——</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">You've said too much!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">Speak, Ardia.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> In Suli castle where I was betrothed<br /> +To Bertrand, just one sun agone—but one—<br /> +He spent the night with me.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">She lies!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Say now</span><br /> +If Banissat, or any lord save Bertrand,<br /> +Will make me wife.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Must I believe you?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">No.</span><br /> +A woman's trick.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> There's proof. Ask whom you will<br /> +Of Oswald's train—the lords who saw me cast<br /> +From Suli's door, too vile for word or touch.<br /> +Ask any trooper, jesting by the way,<br /> +And hear my name made foul. The army rings<br /> +With it. Ask any gossip of the tents——</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> O, stop her tongue! It thunders on me! All<br /> +The air is storm! Peace, or I'll strike her down!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> This seals your death, Lord Bertrand. Now my hand<br /> +Is hot and willing.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Enter a messenger below. He gives a packet to Banissat</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Messenger.</em> Antioch sends this,<br /> +O, prince!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> [<em>To Bertrand</em>] I had your word above all oaths<br /> +That you would guard our sister. When the priest<br /> +Strips bare the shrine, not outraged God or man<br /> +Shall show him mercy.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">He is innocent!</span><br /> +'Twas Oswald's plot to cast me in the dust—<br /> +And there I lie where all the world may see—<br /> +But Bertrand's soul is guiltless——</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Guiltless! Tush!</span><br /> +Your puzzle's clear. [<em>To Biondel</em>] She dies with him.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 17em;">I die</span><br /> +If Bertrand dies. But, oh my brothers, we<br /> +Are young—we love—will you not let us live?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> [<em>To Vigard</em>] 'Tis best she dies.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">You will not dare——</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 16em;">The prince</span><br /> +Shall be her judge.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">First let us speak aside,</span><br /> +For Antioch fails us, and we've more to weigh<br /> +Than the quick death of this too-guilty pair.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Banissat, Biondel, and Vigard go off above</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> I have brought death upon you.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Life, 'tis life</span><br /> +Now beating in the dawn! What music! Hear it!<br /> +O, we shall live, my lord, and live together!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> In Heaven, love.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">True, for this planet too,</span><br /> +Ay, even this earth, is set in Heaven as deep<br /> +As any star. 'Tis we are heaven to eyes<br /> +In other worlds, and would be to our own<br /> +Could we believe. O, hope with me, my Bertrand!<br /> +No, no, not hope, whose other half is doubt,<br /> +And to its dark and fearful double owes<br /> +Its very radiance, too, too unlike<br /> +Belief's transmuting sun!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ah, love, no man ere broke</span><br /> +Undrained his cup, or brewed again those drops<br /> +To his desire——</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nay, every man is new</span><br /> +In destiny, his star his own, and foots<br /> +Unmeasured paths.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">On mortal feet.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Be 't so,</span><br /> +Each birth is a high venture of the soul<br /> +Feeling an untried way for deity's dream,<br /> +And none may know where th' deep and twilight trail<br /> +Shall flash with God-rift, and the dawn be his.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> O, bravest, bow thy head——</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">Nay, nay, my lord!</span><br /> +Lock up your spirit, let mine rule this hour,<br /> +Or be with me the flame of faith that leaps<br /> +To deed in God. For we do help him, dear.<br /> +Our parcelled strength is whole and new in His,<br /> +A power born that touches us again,<br /> +Breeding our greater self that yet gives back<br /> +His own increase, until the way is strewn<br /> +Even with his miracles and ours. So works<br /> +The unending drama out, where every act<br /> +Begets an act yet greater than itself.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Let me but kiss thy hands.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">You will not help?</span><br /> +You'll not believe? Is it so strange<br /> +That you should live?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">That hate should let me live.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Is it more strange that halo should grow love-still,<br /> +Than that the wind should cease, as now it does,<br /> +To strip the bloom from yonder bough, and lie<br /> +Unfelt within its silent place? More strange<br /> +That life should keep its flow in your warm veins<br /> +Than that the sun now creeping on the peaks<br /> +Should wander down and on and lay in gold<br /> +The valleys of the world, moved by no hand<br /> +We see or name, but know, but know!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Biondel, Vigard, and Banissat re-enter</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">He lives!</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> He lives. Speak the conditions, prince.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> [<em>To Bertrand</em>] <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Your life</span><br /> +Is spared that she whose name is lost<br /> +May wear your own. You shall remain on Kidmir peak,<br /> +And make her yours by every priestly rite<br /> +With open, fair observance. Then Earl Oswald<br /> +Must greet as daughter one he vilely mocked<br /> +From his proud door, and far and wide acclaim her<br /> +Princess of Suli. Will his love for you<br /> +So bow his heart?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I may not speak for him.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> He will consent.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And, further, he shall give</span><br /> +To Biondel the governorship of Ilon.<br /> +And grant Ramoor to Vigard.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Not for price</span><br /> +Of my poor life will Oswald yield these towns<br /> +To any save a Christian.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">So we think.</span><br /> +And therefore will these lords forswear<br /> +The Prophet for your Christ.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Such sudden change——</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> Not sudden, sir. We've long debated it<br /> +In secret talk, but loved too well our prince<br /> +To so forsake his banner.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Now the day</span><br /> +Is here when as his true and Christian friends<br /> +We may best serve him, and yet keep the peace<br /> +For which our father died.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">He is alive again</span><br /> +If you be true. Though wonder is in the hour<br /> +I will not stare or question.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Question nothing.</span><br /> +Do you not live?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">The prince will summon Oswald</span><br /> +To earliest parley, and make our offer known.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> Nor lose an instant. Here begins my journey.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">[<em>Signs to retainers who start down the pass</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> We need not give you thanks when you've our hearts<br /> +That hold them.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">By the sunset hour the earl</span><br /> +Shall give me answer. Meet me in Avesta<br /> +'Tween dark and light.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">We will, my lord.</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exit Banissat</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">O, strange!</span><br /> +Will he keep faith?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">If you must doubt his heart,</span><br /> +Trust his affliction. Antioch lost to him,<br /> +What can he do but smile on Christian Oswald?<br /> +By that same argument I am condemned,<br /> +But beg a respite till this pushing peace,<br /> +Upsprung in haste, may bear you buds of proof.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> What world is this?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Climb you no farther, sir.</span><br /> +Your wounds forbid. Our servants shall be sent<br /> +To bear you up.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ay, wait you here, my lord.</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exeunt Biondel and Vigard above</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Love, see the sun!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">It is my heart, my heart!</span></p> + +<p class="center1"><br /> +[<em>Curtain</em>]</p> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h3>ACT IV</h3> + + +<p class="negidt"><span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <em>Same as first act. An altar near wall, left. Seven maidens +putting fresh garlands about the hall.</em></p> + + +<p> </p> +<p><em>Mylitta.</em> She must be dressed by this. Come, let us sing!</p> + +<p><em>Mirimond.</em> No, wait! Our part is yet undone.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Here hangs</span><br /> +A withered garland.</p> + +<p><em>Alenia.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Here another. See!</span><br /> +And there! Well, we are slack.</p> + +<p><em>Eudora.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Who would not be?</span><br /> +We've cause for sleepy wits and fingers too,<br /> +With seven days and nights of revelling.</p> + +<p><em>Garla.</em> And Charilus warm in 's grave.</p> + +<p><em>Myrana.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">He'll be no colder</span><br /> +Let come a hundred months. Ten years, ten days,<br /> +'Tis all the same i' the ground.</p> + +<p><em>Daphne.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And yet, I think</span><br /> +The daughter smiles too soon.</p> + +<p><em>Mylitta.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Troth, I would smile</span><br /> +For such a lord if all the world beside<br /> +Were wrapped in shroud.</p> + +<p><em>Mirimond.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I would the English knights</span><br /> +Were come! Full fifty, Barca said, would ride<br /> +From Suli.</p> + +<p><em>Mylitta.</em> I know you, chit. Your eyes will find<br /> +Their way.</p> + +<p><em>Mirimond.</em> Mayhap not all of us will take<br /> +The homeward ship for Corinth. Did we think<br /> +When we set sail we'd come in time to see<br /> +Our Ardia married?</p> + +<p><em>Mylitta.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">You will dream.</span></p> + +<p><em>Garla.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">If dreams</span><br /> +Were men, what maid would go unwed? Not you,<br /> +Mylitta.</p> + +<p><em>Myrana.</em> Come, our song! 'Tis time!</p> + +<p><em>Eudora.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Come, all!</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>They sing by Ardia's door</em>]</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Mornings seven have we been</span> +<span class="i2">Wardens at thy door;</span> +<span class="i0">Now thy lord shall enter in,</span> +<span class="i2">And we come no more.</span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Mornings seven have we strewn</span> +<span class="i2">Lilies at thy door;</span> +<span class="i0">Now the virgin watch is done,</span> +<span class="i2">And we come no more.</span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Mornings seven have we sung</span> +<span class="i2">At thy maiden door;</span> +<span class="i0">Now the seventh morn is rung,</span> +<span class="i2">And we come no more.</span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center">[<em>Door opens and Ardia comes out. Gaina follows</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> A kiss to all! Who's happier here than I<br /> +Shall have my place.</p> + +<p><em>Mirimond.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">We'll ask Lord Bertrand that.</span><br /> +Thou'rt no more mistress of your yeas and nays.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> O, but I am! I have a votary now<br /> +Who'll make my words his wishes and himself<br /> +Bring them to pass.</p> + +<p><em>Mylitta.</em> No doubt. You'll cough<br /> +In oracles. He'll puzzle o'er your sneeze<br /> +That he may do its meaning. I have heard<br /> +Such husbands do inhabit a green moon,<br /> +And one may come to earth.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Kiss me, Mylitta!</span><br /> +Naught else will stop your mouth. O, dearest girls,<br /> +No father's here to give me to my lord,<br /> +And yet I smile, I wed. For why?—his love<br /> +Is not in earth with his dear body. No!<br /> +'Tis all about me here, bathing my heart,<br /> +Now on my brow, now whispers at my ear,<br /> +Now runs before my eyes to make a light<br /> +Where they would rest. He loves this day as I do!<br /> +Yet I had stayed this busking marriage<br /> +Had not my brothers pressed me to such haste<br /> +And peace not waited on it. Think, dear maidens,<br /> +Peace everywhere! Avesta safe and free,<br /> +And Oswald's sword in sheath—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">What is that chanting?</span></p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> [<em>Looking from parapet</em>] A train comes up the heights.</p> + +<p><em>Mylitta.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">The English Lords!</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Barca, left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Barca, who comes?</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Prince Banissat, my lady,</span><br /> +With all his court attending.</p> + +<p><em>Mirimond.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Banissat!</span><br /> +This is a Christian wedding.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">We are at peace.</span></p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> He brings you gifts. Your brothers go to meet him.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Where is Lord Bertrand?</p> + +<p><em>Barca.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Near at hand. He comes</span><br /> +This way. [<em>Exit Barca, left</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> My girls, wouldst see what dainties lie<br /> +In yonder chamber?</p> + +<p><em>Mylitta.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Nay, we'll wait.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Moonstones</span><br /> +For golden hair—crescents and amber stars<br /> +For tresses dark——</p> + +<p><em>Girls.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">O! O!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Veils of spun silver——</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Maidens buzz through door right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Go, give them all!</p> + +<p><em>Gaina.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">All, mistress? Not——</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 16em;">Go, go!</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exit Gaina. Bertrand enters, left. He is in princely costume</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Art found, my heaven?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Thou'st not a fear thy Heaven</span><br /> +Is lost in me?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A doubt were my soul's shame.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 14em;">[<em>Points up the heights</em>]</span><br /> +Does not yon giant cross arise to say<br /> +Christ reigns on Kidmir? Far as Suli plain<br /> +Men see the sun upon its silver sides<br /> +And hands upborne in prayer forget the sword<br /> +That sleeps unwakened.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Will it sleep for long?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Ay, else your father's death were devils' sport,<br /> +Not Heaven's will.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">What word to-day from Oswald?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> You name him?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Is he not our father?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">O,</span><br /> +God's angel thou, not mine!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Does Biondel</span><br /> +Now wear the crown of Ilon?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">That's confirmed.</span><br /> +And Vigard has Ramoor.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">They profit much</span><br /> +By their new faith.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Do they not spare my life?</span><br /> +So Oswald gives these crowns. You think he pays<br /> +Too dear?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> O, barest alms! I'd have the earth.<br /> +No less,—then want the sun,—ay, circling heaven,<br /> +And yet be beggared losing thee! But they<br /> +Must wear their purple o'er a Christian heart.<br /> +I would not doubt ... and yet....</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">They are the sons</span><br /> +Of Charilus.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> And Banissat?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">He vows</span><br /> +An endless peace with Suli.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">And you are Suli.</span><br /> +Why am I fearful, knowing doubt is death?</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Come, love, look down—nay, farther, toward the sea.<br /> +That sprawling mass that darkens now the plain,<br /> +Seeming to hugely breathe and cloud-like move,<br /> +Is Oswald's army making feast to-day,<br /> +For I, the prince, go wiving. Now I seem<br /> +To hear our names joined high in Heaven's air.<br /> +And Christ, too, listens smiling, knowing one land,<br /> +One throne is his forever. Sweet, 'twas he<br /> +Drew me from sheltered cell and flowered garth<br /> +To be his sovereign servant. He it was<br /> +Who called through you, who cried in Charilus' death<br /> +To wake my soul that shall not sleep again<br /> +Till Love has garnered all these eastern lands.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Amen, my husband-knight! I am content<br /> +To be your love next Christ. Within your heart.<br /> +'Twill be sweet, gleaning where he walks before.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> These words be your sole dower, for they hold<br /> +More sun for me than shining gold!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">The guests!</span><br /> +Do you not hear them? Leave me now, my lord.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Thank patience and my stars, we reach the end<br /> +Of these stale ceremonies! Seven days<br /> +Of long, superfluous rites to make you mine<br /> +When our first kiss did wed us!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Mocking</em>] <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">So ungentle</span><br /> +To your proud honors, sir? Nay, it is fit<br /> +Your wedding be as famous as your name,<br /> +O, Prince of Suli!<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 9em;">[<em>Voices heard, left</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Go, to come again!</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exit Bertrand, right. Ardia turns to enter her room and +faces Vigard who comes on left. She draws her veil</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> Stay, sister.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Would you have me seen?</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> [<em>Throws back her veil</em>] <span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Art fair</span><br /> +Again? As Kidmir skies!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">It is my joy.</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Enter left, Biondel, Banissat, and lords. Banissat pauses. +The others pass off, right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> [<em>Taking Ardia'a hand to detain her</em>] We have surprised<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">our sister.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Blest the hour!</span><br /> +Now may I lay this gift within her hand—<br /> +Poor gift, that has no worth until that hand<br /> +Caresses it to splendor.<br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">[<em>Kneels, offering her a small packet</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Taking packet</em>] Courteous prince,<br /> +My thanks. And more than thanks that you should climb<br /> +Kidmir's uneasy steep to dearly grace<br /> +This day—for smiles of friends, more than fair gifts,<br /> +Do best adorn my bridal. [<em>Draws her veil and moves right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Night is come.</span><br /> +And through her mist the stars! [<em>Exit Ardia</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Her bloom is washed</span><br /> +Somewhat with tears for Charilus, but she<br /> +Will flower again.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Now by the Prophet's soul</span><br /> +He who has kissed her lips had better've kissed<br /> +A flame of hell than so have touched<br /> +What shall be mine!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">As thou dost love revenge,</span><br /> +Be patient.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> Patience to the ox, to beasts<br /> +That dream 'twixt cud and whip! Am I not man?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> You have endured, by truth.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Endured!</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">And now</span><br /> +Revenge! Ere night yon braggart cross shall bear<br /> +A burden that will start Earl Oswald's eyes<br /> +When he looks up from Suli plain.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">This day</span><br /> +Shall see it! Come, once more let us look down.<br /> +See where the hosts of Allah charge upon<br /> +The sottish infidel! All yet is well.<br /> +The banner o'er Avesta signals still<br /> +The Prophet wins!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">And when the tower of Suli</span><br /> +Gleams with the hoisted crescent, we shall know<br /> +Oswald is taken.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Ha! There's no way out!</span><br /> +The powers of Ilon, Avesta, and Ramoor,<br /> +Pen him in bloody triangle. Old rat,<br /> +You're in the trap! I should be there, not here,—<br /> +There at his throat——</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Nay, here, my lord, you'll have</span><br /> +Your dearest triumph. Please you now, go in.<br /> +I'll watch here for the sign.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Your watch be short.</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exit, right. Re-enter Ardia</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>Holding out a flaming ornament</em>] Brother, see this!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">The jewel of the house</span><br /> +Of Banissat. 'Tis sacred to his name.<br /> +I cannot take it, and he dare not give it.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> It seems he dared.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">What does he mean, dear Vigard?</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> To honor Suli's princess as most fit.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I tremble still from his deep look of fire,<br /> +And when I saw this burn methought his eye<br /> +Was yet upon me.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Fool, go to your maidens!</span></p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Barca, left, with Ramunin</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> You're late, my man.</p> + +<p><em>Ram.</em> And yet in season, sir. [<em>Points up the heights</em>]<br /> +The cross is bare.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Get you within.</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">[<em>Exeunt Barca and Ramunin, left</em>]</span><br /> + + <span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Now, sister—</span><br /> +What, do you faint?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">That face! Ramunin's face.</span><br /> +I saw it once, and shuddered many a day<br /> +Remembering it. The public crucifier,<br /> +Who serves the bloody prince of Antioch.<br /> +The same. What does he here upon this day<br /> +Of all the days of time?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">'Tis by your wish</span><br /> +That Kidmir gates are open.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">And by yours.</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> Ay, let the world be witness you are made<br /> +The honored bride of Suli.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">But Ramunin?</span><br /> +He said the cross was bare. Why such a jest<br /> +As horrid as his life? [<em>Looking out</em>] And all the knights<br /> +That were to come from Oswald—where are they?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> They drank too deep last night for journeying<br /> +Up Kidmir road—or else they dare not cross<br /> +This outraged portal.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Have we not forgiven?</span><br /> +Ah, what is there? Look, Vigard, do you see?<br /> +A floating crescent!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Where?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">O'er Suli tower.</span><br /> +O, this is Oswald's greeting to our house,<br /> +Better than any band of armèd knights!<br /> +He lifts the Prophet's banner to his towers,<br /> +Even as you set the Savior's crucifix<br /> +On Kidmir! Now the one eternal God<br /> +Lives in his sign when cross and crescent smile<br /> +Love-set in the same heaven!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Allah be praised!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> And Christ—forget not Christ!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">We'll make an end now.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">[<em>Exit, right</em>]</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> An end? Am I a bride—or sacrifice?</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Goes in, right, at sound of approaching music. Enter, +left, young musicians playing flutes and harps. They +pause before altar, cross to right and seat themselves +about Ardia's door. Guests enter, filling rear of hall, +and parapet. A maiden comes on, dancing the grain-dance +and scattering sesame. At the close of dance, Ardia's +maidens enter, each bearing a lighted candle which +she places on the altar. A Greek chant is heard as +priest approaches left. All wait his entrance, and the +curtain falls, rising again on the close of the ceremony. +Bertrand and Ardia stand centre. An aged priest at +altar. Biondel and Banissat conspicuous among the +guests. Vigard not seen</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> Is all now done?</p> + +<p><em>Priest.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">All's done. The spouse of Suli</span><br /> +May bow herself unto her master's feet,<br /> +Bespeaking so the love that has no wish<br /> +But service, no desire save her lord's will.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>As Ardia would kneel, Bertrand prevents her</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> You shall not kneel.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">'Tis custom, dear my lord.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Then here it dies.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">My mother did so much</span><br /> +For him who made her wife.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Thy knees shall bend</span><br /> +To God, and to none less. Reign at my side,<br /> +Princess of Suli, not my feet.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">We hail</span><br /> +The bride of Suli!</p> + +<p><em>Guests.</em> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bride of Suli, hail!</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> [<em>Unseen</em>] Ho! Seize the traitor! Ho!</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Enter Ramunin, right, and armed guards</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Who speaks? And who</span><br /> +Is traitor here?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> Thou, foulest murderer!</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> Who speaks?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Dead Charilus.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">'Tis Vigard's voice.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<em>Vigard steps forth</em>]</span><br /> +What, Vigard, art thou mad? Wouldst shatter the globe<br /> +Of Heaven?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> Nay, it was broken that same hour<br /> +When died our father.</p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Son of Charilus, speak</span><br /> +Your will. If you demand my life, 'tis yours.<br /> +I hold it by your gentle lease and love.<br /> +But while I ask not one poor breath for me,<br /> +I beg you pause, nor cast the innocent<br /> +To feed the vengeful and life-reaping fire<br /> +Oswald will kindle for his hapless son.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> You think no fires will burn but of his kindling?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> O shame! The crescent over Suli greets<br /> +The cross on Kidmir!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Ay, the crescent flies</span><br /> +From Suli, thanks to faithful Moslem hands<br /> +That set it there.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ah.... Moslem hands?</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">You fool,</span><br /> +To think that Oswald fluttered compliments,<br /> +When he was dreaming how he'd bid you drink<br /> +Of that same cup he gave to Charilus!</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> Now, dearest lady, you are safe. To-day<br /> +The Faithful battled with the infidel,<br /> +And that bright crescent is the silent sign<br /> +We have the victory. Ramoor and Ilon<br /> +With pointed sword bore down on either side<br /> +The glutted, drunken army, while in front<br /> +Avesta like a whirlwind swept——</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">O, traitor!</span><br /> +You vowed unbroken peace with Suli!</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 11em;">Yea,</span><br /> +Will keep it too, for I am Suli now.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>To her brothers</em>] Were you not sworn to Christ?</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">We are the Prophet's.</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> O, Heaven, hear not this! And Oswald's knights?</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> Sleep in Avesta's dungeons.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Banissat,</span><br /> +Avesta's golden prince, speak you the doom<br /> +Of Bertrand——</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Doom? O——</span></p> + +<p><em>Ber.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">Do not waste the breath</span><br /> +A kiss may save. A thousand times, your lips!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> [<em>To Biondel</em>] Let him not die!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> You'll pray soon that he may!<br /> +Speak, noble prince.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">I, lord of conquered Suli,</span><br /> +Condemn the son of Oswald unto death<br /> +By crucifixion. Be his body nailed<br /> +Upon the cross now raised on Kidmir peak,<br /> +That Oswald may behold his groaning son,<br /> +And every Christian dog look up and see<br /> +How dies the Prophet's enemy.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">[<em>To Ramunin</em>] Away!</span><br /> +Prick him with delicate tortures that yet leave<br /> +Him heart to heave his agony. Hear you!<br /> +If he live not three days upon the cross<br /> +Yourself shall hang beside him.</p> + +<p><em>Ram.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I've a hand</span><br /> +Has had some practice, sir.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">We know it, fellow,</span><br /> +And therefore we employ you.</p> + +<p><em>Ram.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">I put the nails</span><br /> +In young Deobus, he who hung five days<br /> +'Twixt heaven and earth, and to the fifth eve groaned<br /> +As he would pull his heart up. I've a medal<br /> +Struck by the city for it.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I will match it,</span><br /> +If you match me the service.</p> + +<p><em>Ram.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">That I'll do.</span><br /> +These English have strong hearts—will suck at pain<br /> +As life were in her dugs.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Exit Ramunin, guards, and Bertrand. Priest and guests +follow. The maidens huddle at door, right</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Sister, you stare</span><br /> +Too hardly on this grief. It is a woe<br /> +That Heaven smiles on, and the cure now waits<br /> +In Banissat's fair mercy. You shall be<br /> +His royal wife, and Suli's princess still.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> Speak to the prince.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Nay, let her hear my vow.</span><br /> +O, star of Kidmir, dear and beautiful,<br /> +I'll set thee in a bosom that shall be<br /> +A tender heaven round thee. Beat to earth<br /> +Is murmurous suspicion, and again<br /> +You shine unto the world, swept free of taint<br /> +By noble marriage with most careful rites——</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I doubt, I doubt! One part, one point, one rite,<br /> +Broken in act, left gaping and divided,<br /> +One half performed, one half left all undone,<br /> +Leaves me dishonored still. She is not widowed<br /> +Who was not wife——</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">All's done! What more canst wish?</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> To lay my forehead on my husband's feet,<br /> +Which by the ancient custom of our house<br /> +Is maidhood's closing act, as 'tis the first<br /> +Of wifehood true. This thou wilt grant——</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 13em;">You're bound</span><br /> +By rites enough!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Canst stand uncertain on</span><br /> +So slight a matter?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Slight? Ah, you know naught</span><br /> +Of woman! Teach him, prince, that not a nick,<br /> +Or turn, or shade of custom would she spare<br /> +From this most holy ceremony. Wanting but<br /> +The smallest portion that gives leave to say<br /> +The measure lacks, she all her life will grieve,<br /> +Shed secret tears, and wear a blanchen face<br /> +When none knows why.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">You shall not move us. Peace!</span></p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> A brawling fancy!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Avesta's prince, thou who</span><br /> +Shalt be my lord, if any lord of earth<br /> +Be mine again, wouldst have my love, or hate?</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> Thy love, fair Ardia.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Then I pray you, sir,</span><br /> +Move thy forbearance yet one farther step<br /> +And pluck this boon for me. 'Tis near thy hand,<br /> +And O, how small a thing for you to give,<br /> +But as the sun of all my days to me!<br /> +Without it I may die——</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Speak not of death. So sweet</span><br /> +I'll shelter thee, Death's self must bloom<br /> +If he creep near thy bower.</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">May I, my lord,</span><br /> +Keep honored place by thee when memory mocks<br /> +That place and honor? Grant me this, but this,<br /> +And here I swear if any act of man<br /> +May move a widowed heart, mine shall grow warm<br /> +To thee!</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> Do you speak truth?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Believe me, sir,</span><br /> +So dear a thing is this for which I sue,<br /> +That he who gives it must grow dear thereby;<br /> +And if he lift to him my prostrate life,<br /> +This gentle moment shall immortal be<br /> +And sweeten every hour we pass together.<br /> +Remembering this, my captive breast shall be<br /> +His free dominion, and my lips on his,<br /> +If they know warmth, shall take it from this cause,<br /> +This first dear tenderness.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">We'll please you, mistress.</span><br /> +Bring in the man again.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Exit a guard</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">I beg you, prince——</span></p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> By Allah, she shall have her beggar wish,<br /> +For no more reason than she wishes it!</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> It is her sickish humor, sir, to look<br /> +On him again. All this wild pother means<br /> +No more than that.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> No more? We'll please her then<br /> +For our good peace to come.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">A princely kindness.</span></p> + +<p> [<em>They talk together. Ardia crosses to altar</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Now one more miracle! God live in me,<br /> +And Christ direct my hand!</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">What do you say,</span><br /> +My sister?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> But a word to mine own heart.</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> Nay, mine now, is it not?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> <span style="margin-left: 10em;">So much of it</span><br /> +As dearest lenience may buy, my lord.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Bertrand is brought in guarded</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> The man is here. Now have your foolish will.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">[<em>Ardia turns and looks at Bertrand. He is stripped of his +rich dress and wears only a girdled tunic falling to his +knees. Arms and feet are bare</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> [<em>To Bertrand</em>] Sir, we permit the lady of our soul<br /> +To end as her heart wills the rite that makes<br /> +Her wife and widow. Touch her not, nor speak.</p> + +<p class="center">[<em>Bertrand crosses to altar</em>]</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Why should we touch, when souls inhabit eyes<br /> +And journey on a look? My heaven-lord,<br /> +Here is no priest to bless this act of mine,<br /> +But God will know his altar and the gift<br /> +I lay upon it. The life we thought to live—<br /> +That might have failed, and killed the dream now safe<br /> +From tarnish of the days. Earth has enough<br /> +Of blind and baffled lives, but great her need<br /> +Of dreams. And ours we leave with her, unworn,<br /> +Unpaled, warm round the love-seed she shall nurse<br /> +To million-budded life.</p> + +<p><em>Bion.</em> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Come, make an end!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> An end of love? The God of all the worlds<br /> +Cannot do that. Love born this darkest day<br /> +Shall be in flower on man's millennial path<br /> +And touch his step with Heaven.</p> + +<p><em>Vig.</em> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Peace! Be done!</span></p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> Ay ... done. My lord, think thou art in the world<br /> +Celestial, and from there smile on me—now—<br /> + + [<em>Draws dagger from her bosom and stabs him. He falls</em>]<br /> + +High God, as thou art Love, I struck for thee!<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 16em;">[<em>Bends over body</em>]</span><br /> + +True aim. Full in the heart. I know the place,<br /> +For there my home is—there I live—and now<br /> +My house is down, I, too, must fall——</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">I'll pay thee!</span><br /> +What hast thou done?</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> What done? A miracle!<br /> +Who now can harm my love?</p> + +<p><em>Ban.</em> <span style="margin-left: 8em;">Your promises!</span><br /> +Your oaths!</p> + +<p><em>Ard.</em> I'd keep them, sir—ay, every one,<br /> +If grief would let me live to be your wife.<br /> +But I am weary, and my heavy stars<br /> +Have left their skies to hang upon me here.<br /> +My veins are empty, all their strength is out.<br /> +Does 't take so much to lift this little blade<br /> +And let it fall again?<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<em>Biondel takes the dagger from her</em>]</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Think you I need</span><br /> +So poor a thing? Nay, God has struck for me,<br /> +As I for Him. I go with Vairdelan. [<em>Kneels by body</em>]<br /> +Look on this brow, if shame will let ye look.<br /> +An angel shaped it. Ye've unfashioned here<br /> +The work of Heaven. Sweet lips, no roses left?<br /> +Your hand, my lord, and now the sinless star. 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