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A king of feasts, and flowers, and wine, and And wilt thou not now tarry for a day, revel,

A day which may redeem thee? Wilt thou not And love,and mirth, was never king of glory. Yield to the few still faithful a few hours, Sard. Glory! what's that?

For them, for thee, for thy past fathers' raco, Myrrha. Ask of the gods thy fathers. And for thy sons' inheritance ? Sard. They cannot answer; when the Pania. Tis true! priests speak for them,

From the deep urgency with which the Tis for some small addition to the temple. prince Myrrha. Look to the annals of thine Despatch'd me to your sacred presence, I empire's founders.

Must dare to add my feeble voice to that Sard. They are so blotted o'er with Which now has spoken. blood, I cannot.

Sard. No, it must not be. But what wouldst have the empiro has Myrrha. For the sake of thy realm! been founded.

Sard. Away! I cannot go on multiplying empires.

Pania. For that Myrrha. Preserve thine own.

Of all thy faithful subjects, who will rally Sard. At least I will enjoy it.

Round thee and thine.
Come, Myrrha, let us on to the Euphrates; Sard. "These are mere phantasies ;
The hour invites, the galley is prepared, There is no peril :-'tis a sullen scheme
And the pavilion, deck'd for our return, Of Salemenes, to approve his zeal,
In fit adornment for the evening-banqnet, And show himself more necessary to us.
Shall blaze with beauty and with light, Myrrha. By all that's good and glorious,
until

take this counsel.
It seems unto the stars which are above us Sard. Business to-morrow.
Itself an opposite star; and we will sit Myrrha. Ay, or death to-night.
Crown'd with fresh flowers like-

Sard. Why, let it come, then, unexMyrrha. Victims,

pectedly, Sard. No, like sovereigns,

'Midst joy and gentleness,and mirth and love; The shepherd-kings of patriarchal times, So let me fall like the pluck'd rose ! --far Who knew no brighter gems than summer

better wreaths,

Thus than be wither’d. And none but tearless triumphs. Let us on. Myrrha. Then thou wilt not yield,

Even for the sake of all that ever stirr'd
Enter PANIA.

A monarch into action, to forego
Pania. May the king live for ever! A trifling revel ?
Sard. Not an hour

Sard. No.
Longer than he can love. How my soul Myrrha. Then yield for mine;
hates

For my sake!
This language, which makes life itself a lie, Sard. Thine, my Myrrha !
Flattering dust with eternity. Well, Pania! Myrrha. 'Tis the first
Be brief.

Boon which I e'er ask'd Assyria's king. Pania. I am charged by Salemenes to Sard. That's true; and, wer't my kingReiterate his prayer unto the king,

dom, must be granted. That for this day, at least, he will not quit Well, for thy sake, I yield me. Pania, hence! The palace: when the general returns,

Thou hearst me.
He will adduce such reasons as will warrant Pania. And obey.

[Exit Pania. His daring, and perhaps obtain the pardon Sard. I marvel at thee. Of his presumption.

What is thy motive, Myrrha, thus to urge me? Sard. What! am I then coop'd?

Myrrha. Thy safety; and the certainty Already captive? can I not even breathe that nought The breath of heaven? Tell princeSalemenes, Could urge the prince, thy kinsman, to Were all Assyria raging round the walls

require In mutinous myriads, I would still go forth. Thus wuch from thee, but some impending Pania. I must obey, and yet

danger. Myrrha. Oh, monarch, listen!

Sard. And if I do not dread it, why How many a day and moon thou hast reclined

shouldst thou ? Within thesepalace-walls in silken dalliance, Myrrha. Because thou dost not fear, I And never shown thee to thy people's

fear for thee. longing ;

Sard. To-morrow thou wilt smile at Leaving thy subjects' eyes ungratified,

these vain fancies. The satraps uncontrolld, the gods unwor Myrrha. If the worst come, I shall be shipp'd,

where none weep, And all things in the anarchy of sloth, And that is better than the power to smile. Till all, save evil, slumber'd through the And thou? realm!

Sard. I shall be king, as heretofore.

we lose

Myrrha. Where?

ACT IT. Sard. With Baal, Nimrod and Semiramis, Sole in Assyria, or with them elsewhere. SCENE I.-The Portal of the same Hall of Fate made me what I am - inay make me

the Palace. nothingBut either that or nothing must I be:

Beleses. (solus) The sun goes down: I will not live degraded.

methinks he sets more slowly, Myrrha. Hadst thou felt

Taking his last look of Assyria's empire. Thus always, none would ever dare degrade How red he glares amongst those deepening

clouds, thee. Sard. And who will do so now?

Like the blood he predicts. If not in vain, Myrrha. Dost thou suspect none?

Thou sun that sinkest, and ye stars which

rise, Sard. Suspect!- that’s'a spy's office. Oh!

I have outwatch'd ye, reading ray by ray Ten thousand precious moments in vain The edicts of your orbs, which make 'Time words,

tremble And vainer fears. Within there! Ye slaves, For what he brings the nations, 'tis the deck

furthest The hall of Nimrod for the evening-revel: Hour of Assyria's years. And yet how calm! If I must make a prison of our palace,

An earthquake should announce so great a

fallAt least we'll wear our fetters jocundly ; If the Euphrates be forbid us, and

A summer's sun discloses it. Yon disk, The summer-dwelling on its beauteous

To the star-read Chaldean, bears upon border,

Its everlasting page the end of what Here we are still unmenaced. Ho! within Seem'd everlasting; but oh! thou true sun! there! [Exit Sardanapalus.

The burning oracle of all that live, Myrrha. (sola) Why do I love this man? As fountain of all life, and symbol of My country's daughters

Him who bestows it, wherefore dost thou

limit
Love none but heroes. But I have no country!
The slave hath lost all save her bonds. Thy lore unto calamity? Why not
I love him;

Unfold the rise of days more worthy thine And that's the heaviest link of the long All-glorious burst from ocean? why not dart chain

A beam of hope athwart the future's years, To love whom we esteem not. Be it go :

As of wrath to its days? Hear me! oh!

hear me! The hour is coming when he'll need all love, And find none. To fall from him now were

I am thy worshipper, thy priest, thy servantbaser

I have gazed on thee at thy rise and fall, Than to have stabbid him on his throne And bow'd my head beneath thy mid-day when highest

beams, Would have been noble in my country's When my eye dared not meet thee. I have creed;

watch'd I was not made for either. Could I save him, For thee, and after thee, and pray'd to thee, I should not love him better, but myself; And sacrificed to thee, and read, and feard And I have need of the last, for I have fallen

thee, In my own thoughts, by loving this soft And ask'd of thee, and thou hast answer'd

but stranger: And yet methinks I love him more,

Only to thus much: while I speak, he

sinksperceiving That he is hated of his own barbarians,

Is gone- and leaves his beauty, not his The natural foes of all the blood of Greece.

knowledge, Could I but wake a single thought like To the delighted west, which revels in those

Its hues of dying glory. Yet what is Which even the Phrygians felt, when bat-| Death, so it be glorious ? 'T'is a sunset ; tling long

And mortals may be happy to resemble 'Twixt llion and the sea, within his heart, The gods but in decay. He would tread down the barbarous crowds, and triumph.

Enter ARBACES, by an inner door.
He loves me, and I love him; the slave loves Arbaccs. Beleses, why
Her master, and would free him from his So rapt in thy devotions Dost thou stand
vices.

Gazing to trace thy disappearing god
If not, I have a means of freedom still, Into some realm of undiscover'd day?
And if I cannot teach him how to reign, Our business is with night—'tis come.
May show him how alone a king can leave Belescs. But not
His throne. I must not lose him from my Gone.
sight.

(Exit. Arbaces. Let it roll on, we are ready.

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Belcses. Yes.

Degrades the very conqueror. To have Would it were over!

pluck'd Arbaces. Does the Prophet doubt, A bold and bloody despot from his throne, To whom the very stars shine victory ? And grappled with him, clashing steel with Beleses. I do not doubt of victory-but steel, the victor.

That were heroic or to win or fall; Arbaces. Well, let thy science settle But to upraise my sword against this silkthat. Meantime,

worm, I have prepared as many glittering spears And hear him whine, it may be As will out-sparkle our allies—your planets.

Beleses. Do not deem it: There is no more to thwart us. The she-king, He has that in him which may make you That less than woman, is even now upon

strife yet; The waters with his female mates. The And were he all you think, his guards are order

hardy, Is issued for the feast in the pavilion. And headed by the cool, stern Salemenes. The first cup which he drains will be the last Arbaces. They'll not resist. Quaffd by the line of Nimrod.

Beleses. Why not? they are soldiers. Beleses. 'Twas a brave one.

Arbaces. True, Arbaces. And is a weak one-'tis worn And therefore need a soldier to command out-we'll mend it.

them. Beleses. Art sure of that?

Beleses. That Salemenes is. Arbaces. Its founder was a hunter Arbaces. But not their king. I am a soldier—what is there to fear ? Besides, he hates the effeminate thing that Beleses. The soldier.

governs, Arbaces. And the priest, it may be; but For the queen's sake, his sister. Mark you not If you thought thus, or think, why not He keeps aloof from all the revels 7 retain

Beleses. But Your king of concubines? why stir me up? Not from the council-there he is ever Why spur me to this enterprise? your own

constant. No less than mine?

Arbaces. And ever thwarted; what would Beleses. Look to the sky?

you have more Arbaces. I look.

To make a rebel out of? A fool reigning, Beleses. What seest thoa ?

His blood dishonour'd,and himself disdain'd; Arbaces. A fair summer's twilight, and Why, it is his revenge we work for. The gathering of the stars.

Beleses. Could Beleses. And midst them, mark

He but be brought to think so: this I Yon earliest, and the brightest, which 80

doubt of. quivers,

Arbaces. What if we sound him? As it would quit its place in the blue ether. Beleses. Yes—if the time served. Arbaces. Well ?

Enter BALEA. Beleses, 'Tis thy natal ruler—thy birthplanet.

Balea. Satraps! the king commands your Arbaces' (touching his scabbard).

presence at
My star is in this scabbard: when it shines, The feast to-night.
It shall out-dazzle comets. Let us think Bcleses. To hear is to obey.
Of what is to be done to justify

In the pavilion ?
Thy planets and their portents. When we Balea. No; here in the palace.
conquer,

Arbaces. How! in the palace ? it was They shall have temples—ay, and priests

not thus order'd.
and thou

Balea. It is so order'd now.
Shalt be the pontiff of—what gods thou wilt; Arbaces. And why?
For I observe that they are ever just,

Balea. I know not.
And own the bravest for the most devout. May I retire?
Beleses. Ay, and the most devout for Arbaces. Stay.
brave - thou hast not

Beleses (to Arbaccs aside). Hush ! let Seen me turn back from battle.

him
go
his

way. Arbaces. No; I own thee

(Alternately to Balea.) Yes, Balea, thank As firm in fight as Babylonia's captain,

the monarch, kiss the hem As skilful in Chaldea's worship; now, Of his imperial robe, and say, his slaves Will it but please thee to forget the priest, Will take the crums he deigns to scatter from And be the warrior?

His royal table at the hour-was't midnight? Beleses. Why not both ?

Balea. It was; the place, the Hall of Arbaces. The better;

Nimrod. Lords,
And yet it almost shames me, we shall have I humble me before you and dopart.
So little to effect. This woman's warfare

[Exit Balea

Arbaees. I like not this same sudden | We have the privilege to approach the change of place

presence, There Is some mystery; wherefore should But found the monarch absent. he change it?

Sal. And I too Beleses. Doth he not change a thousand Am upon duty. times a day?

Arbaces. May we crave its purport? Sloth is of all things the most fanciful Sal. To arrest two traitors. Guards! And moves more parasangs in its intents

within there! Than generals in their marches, when they

Enter Guards. seek To leave their foe at fault.-Why dost thou Sal. (continuing) Satraps, muse?

Your swords. Arbaces. He loved that gay pavilion - Beleses. (delivering his) My Lord, behold it was ever

my scimitar, His summer-dotage.

Arbaces. (drawing his sword) Take mine. Beleses. And he loved his queen

Sal. (advancing) I will. And thrice a thousand harlotry besides — Arbaces. But in your heart the bladeAnd he has loved all things by turns, except The hilt quits not this hand. Wisdom and glory.

Sal. (drawing) How ! dost thou brave me? Arbaces. Still-I like it not.

Tis well - this saves a trial and false mercy. If he has changed-why so must we: the Soldiers, hew down the rebel ! attack

Arbaces. Soldiers! AyWere easy in the isolated bower,

Alone you dare not. Beset with drowsy guards and drunken Sal." Alone! foolish slavecourtiers;

What is there in thee that a prince should But in the Hall of Nimrod

shrink from Beleses. Is it so?

Of open force? We dread thy treason, not Methought the haughty soldier fear'd to Thy strength: thy tooth is nought without mount

its venomA throne too easily; does it disappoint thee The serpent's, not the lion's. Cut him down. To find there is a slipperier step or two Beleses (interposing). Arbaces! are you Than what was counted on?

mad? Have I not render'd Arbaces. When the hour comes, My sword? Then trust like me our sove Thou shalt perceive how far I fear or no.

reign's justice. Thou hast seen my life at stakeand gaily Arbaces. No – I will sooner trust the play'd for:

stars thou prat'st of But here is more upon the die—a kingdom. And this slight arm, and die a king at least Beleses. I have foretold already - thou of my own breath and body-so far that wilt win it:

None else shall chain them. Then on, and prosper.

Sal. (to the Guards) You hear him,and me. Arbaces. Now, were I a soothsayer, Take him not - kill. I would have boded so much to myself.

[The Guards attack Arbaces, who But be the stars obey'd - I cannot quarrel

defends himself valíantly and With them, nor their interpreter. Who's

dexterously till they waver. here?

Sal. Is it even so ; and must

I do the hangman's office Recreants ! see Enter SALEYENES.

How you should fell a traitor. Sal. Satraps !

(Salemenes attacks Arbaces. Beleses. My prince ! Sal. Well niet-I sought ye both,

Enter SARDANAPALUS and Train. But elsewhere than the palace.

Sard. Hold your handsArbaces. Wherefore so?

Upon your lives, I say. What, deaf or Sal. "Tis not the hour.

drunken? Arbaces. The hour-what hour ? My sword! Oh fool, I wear no sword: here, Sal. Of midnight.

fellow, Beleses. Midnight, my lord !

Give me thy weapon.

[To a Guard. Sal. What, are you not invited ?

[Sardanapalus snatches a sword from one Beleses. Oh! yes—we had forgotten.

of the soldiers, and makes between the Sal. Is it usual

combatants they separate. Thus to forget a sovereign's invitation ? Sard. In my very palace!

Arbaces. Why—we but now received it. What hinders me from cleaving you in twain, Sal. Then why here?

Audacious brawlers ? Arbaces. On duty.

Beleses. Sire, your justice. Sal. On what duty ?

Sal. Or Beleses. On the state's.

Your weakness.

none

my hand.

Sard. (raising the sword) How I The scimitar to me ho never yielded

Sal. Strike! so the blow's repeated Unto our enemies. Chief, keep your weapon. Upon yon traitor-whom you spare a moment, Sal. (delivering back the signet) Monarch, I trust, for torture - I'm content.

take back your signet. Sard. What-him !

Sard. No, retain it; Who dares assail Arbaces !

But use it with more moderation. Sal. 1!

Sal. Sire, Sard. Indeed !

I used it for your honour, and restore i Prince, you forget yourself. Upon wbat Because I cannot keep it with my ovn. warrant?

Bestow it on Arbaces. Sal. (showing the signet) Thine

Sard. So I shouldı Arbaces (confused). The king's! He never ask'd it. Sal. Yes! and let the king confirm it. Sal. Doubt not, he will have it Sard. I parted not from this for such Without that hollow semblance of respect. a purpose.

Beleses. I know not what hath prejudiced Sal. You parted with it for your safety-I

the prince Employ'd it for the best. Pronounce in person. So strongly 'gainst two subjects, than whom Here I am but your slave-a moment past I was your representative.

Have been more zealous for Assyria's weal. Sard. Then sheathe

Sal. Peace, factious priest and faithless Your swords.

soldier! thou [Arbaces and Salemenes return their Unit'st in thy own person the worst vices swords to the scabbards.

Of the most dangerous orders of mankind. Sal. Mine's sheathed : I pray you sheathe Keep thy smooth words and juggling not yours;

homilies Tis the sole sceptre left you now with safety. For those who know thee not. Thy Sard. A heavy one; the hilt, too, hurts

fellow's sin

Is, at the least, a bold one, and not temper'd (To a Guard). Here, fellow, take thy By the tricks taught thee in Chaldea. weapon back. Well, sirs,

Beleses. Hear him, What doth this mean?

My liege -the son of Belas! he blasphemes Beleses. The prince must answer that. The worship of the land which bows the knce Sal. Truth upon my part, treason upon Before your fathers. theirs.

Sard. Oh! for that I pray you Sard. Treason-Arbaces! treachery and Let him have absolution. I dispense with Belcses !

The worship of dead men ; feeling that I That were an union I will not believe. Am mortal, and believing that the race Beleses. Where is the proof?

From whence I sprung are —

what I gce Sal. I'll answer that, if once

them, ashes. The king demands your fellow - traitor's Beleses. King! Do not deem 80: they sword.

are with the stars, Arbaces (to Salemenes). A sword which And

hath been drawn as oft as thine Sard. You shall join them there ere they Against his foes.

will rise, Sal. And now against his brother, If you preach farther.– Why, this is rank And in an hour or so against himself.

treason. Sard. That is not possible: ho dared Sal. My Lord ! not; no—

Sard. To school me in the worship of No-I'll not hear of such things. These Assyria’s idols! Let him be released vain bickerings

Give him his sword. Are spawnd in courts by base intrigues Sal. My lord, and king, and brother, and baser

I pray ye pause. Hirelings, who live by lies on good men's Sard. Yes, and be sermonized, lives.

And dinn'd, and deafen'd with dead men You must have been deceived, my brother.

and Baal, Sal. First

And all Chaldea's starry mysteries. Let him deliver up his weapon, and Beleses. Monarch! respect them. Proclaim himself your subject by that duty, Sard. Oh! for that I love them; And I will answer all.

I love to watch them in the deep blue vault, Sard. Why, if I thought so

And to compare them with my Myrrha's eyes But no, it cannot be; the Mede Arbaces- I love to see their rays redoubled in The trusty, rough, true soldier—the best The tremulous silver of Euphrates' wave, captain

As the light breeze of midnight crisps the Of all who discipline our nations-No,

broad I'll not insult hinn thus, to bid him rendor and rolling water,sighing through the sedgos

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