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PLAYS AND
LYRICS
BY
CALE YOUNG RICE
LONDON
HODDER AND STOUGHTON
27 PATERNOSTER ROW
NEW YORK: MCCLURE PHILLIPS & CO.
44 EAST TWENTY-THIRD STREET
1906
UNWIN BROTHERS, LIMITED. PRINTERS, WOKING AND LONDON.
This volume contains "Yolanda of Cyprus,"
a hitherto unpublished play; many new
lyrics; some others that appeared in
"Song-Surf," a volume whose publishers
failed before it reached the public; and
"David," which came out in America
in 1904. The author's desire has
been to include only his best work.
Scene: A dim Hall, of blended Gothic and Saracenic styles, in
the Lusignan Castle, on the island of Cyprus near Famagouste.
Around the walls, above faint frescoes portraying
the deliverance of Jerusalem by the Crusaders, runs a frieze
inlaid with the coats-of-arms of former Lusignan kings. On
the left, and back, is a door hung with heavy damask, and
in the wall opposite, another. Farther down on the right
a few steps, whose railing supports a Greek vase with jasmine,
lead through a chapel to the sleeping apartments. In the
rear, on either side, are guled lattice windows, and in the
centre an open grated door, looking upon a loggia, and, across
the garden below, over the moonlit sea. Seats are placed
about, and, forward, a divan with rich Turkish coverings.
A table with a lighted cross-shaped candlestick is by the
door, left; and a lectern with a book on it, to the front,
right. As the curtain rises, the Women, exceptCiva, lean
wearily on the divan, andHalilnear is singing dreamily,
Ah, the balm, the balm, And ah, the blessing [Pg 6]Of the deep fall of night And of confessing. Of the sick soul made white Of all distressing: Made white!... Ah, balm of night And, ah the blessing!
The music falls and all seem yielding to sleep. Suddenly
there are hoof-beats and sounds at the gates below.Halilsprings up.
Halil. Alessa! Maga! Stirrings at the gates!
(All start up.)
Some one is come.
Alessa. Boy, Halil, who?
Halil. Up, up! Perhaps Lord Renier—No: I will learn.
(He runs to curtains and looks.)
It is Olympio! Olympio! From Famagouste and Lord Amaury!
Mauria. Ah! And he comes here?
Halil. As he were lord of skies! To lady Yolanda, by my lute!
Maga. Where is she?
Alessa. I do not know; perhaps, her chamber.
Mauria. Stay: His word may be of the Saracens. [Pg 7]
Halil (calling). Oho!
(He admitsOlympio, who enters insolently down. All press
around him gaily.)
Mauria. Well what, Olympio, from Famagouste? What tidings? tell us.
Maga. See, his sword!
Olympio. Stand off.
Mauria. The tidings, then, the tidings!
Olympio. None—for women.
Mauria. So, so, my Cupid? None of the Saracens? Of the squadron huddling yesterday for haven At Keryneia?
Olympio. Who has told you?
Mauria. Who? A hundred galleys westing up the wind, Scenting the shore, but timorous as hounds. A gale—and twenty down!
Maga. The rest are flown?
Olympio. Ask Zeus, or ask, to-morrow, lord Amaury, Or, if he comes, to-night. To lady Yolanda I'm sent and not to tattle silly here.
(He starts off, but is arrested by laughter within. It
isCivawho enters, holding up a parchment.)
O! Only Civa. (Starts again withHalil.)
Civa. How, Olympio! Stay you, and hear!—May never virgin love him! Gone as a thistle! (Turns.)
Civa. Verses! found in the garden. Verses! verses! On papyrus of Paphos. O, to read! But you, Alessa—!
Alessa (takes them). In the garden?
Civa. By The fountain cypress at the marble feet Of chaste Diana!
Maga. Where Sir Camarin And oft our lady—!
Civa. Maga will you prattle? Read them to us, Alessa, read them, read. They are of love!
Maga. No, sorrow.
Civa. O, as a nun You ever sigh for sorrow!—They are of love! Of valour bursting through enchanted bounds To ladies prisoned in an ogre's keep! Then of the bridals!—O, they are of love!
Maga. No, Civa, no! of sorrow! see, her lips!
(She points toAlessa, who, reading, has paled.)
See, see!
Civa. Alessa!
Alessa. Maga—Civa—Ah!
(She rends the parchment.)
Mauria. What are you doing?
Alessa. They were writ to her!
Mauria. To her? to whom? what are you saying? Read! Read us the verses.
Alessa. We have But put away the distaff and the needle.
(Camarinenters.)
Berengere. The distaff and the needle—it may be. And yet you do not seem——
Alessa. My lady—?
Berengere. Go; And send me Hassan.
(The women leave.)
Camarin—you saw? They were not as their wont is.
Camarin. To your eyes, My Berengere, that apprehension haunts. They were as ever. Then be done with fear!
Berengere. I cannot.
Camarin. To the abyss with it. To-night Is ours—Renier tarries at Famagouste— Is ours for love and for a long delight!
Berengere. Whose end may be—
Camarin. Dawn and the dewy lark! And passing of all presage from you.
Berengere (sits). No: For think, Yolanda's look when by the cypress We read the verses! And my dream that I Should with a cross—inscrutable is sleep!— Bring her deep bitterness.
Camarin. Dreams are a brood [Pg 11]Born of the night and not of destiny. She guesses not our guilt, and Renier Clasps to his breast ambition as a bride— Ambition for Amaury.
Berengere. None can say. He's much with this Venetian, our guest. Though Venice gyves us more with tyranny Than would the Saracen.
Camarin. But through this lady Of the Pisani, powerful in Venice, He hopes to lift again his dynasty Up from decay; and to restore this island, This venture-dream of the seas, unto his house. 'Tis clear, my Berengere!
Berengere. Then, her design? And what the requital that entices her?
(Rises.)
Evil will come of it, to us some evil, Or to Yolanda and Amaury's love. But, there; the women.
Camarin. And too brief their stay. What signal for to-night?
Berengere. Be in the garden. Over the threshold yonder I will wave The candle-sign, when all are passed to sleep.
Camarin. And with the beam I shall mount up to you Quicker than ecstasy.
Berengere. I am as a leaf Before the wind and raging of your love. [Pg 12]Go—go.
Camarin. But to return unto your breast!
(He leaves her by the divan.)
(The women re-enter with silver lighted lamps; behind them
areHassanand the slaveSmarda. They wait forBerengere,who has stood silent, to speak.)
Berengere (looking up). Ah, you are come; I had forgotten. And it is time for sleep.—Hassan, the gates: Close them.
Hassan. And chain them, lady?
Berengere. Wait no longer. Lord Renier will not come.
Hassan. No word of him?
Berengere. None, though he yesterday left Nicosie With the priest Moro.
Hassan. Lady—
Berengere. Wait no longer. Come, women, with your lamps and light the way.
(The women go by the steps.Berengerefollows.)
Hassan (staring after her). The reason of this mood in her? The reason? Something is vile. Lady Yolanda weeps In secret; all for what?—unless because Of the Paphian—or this Venetian. (SeeingSmarda.) Now, Slave! Scythian! You linger?
Smarda. I am bidden— My mistress.
Hassan. Spa! Thy mistress hath, I think, [Pg 13]Something of hell in her and has unpacked A portion in this castle. Is it so?
Smarda. My lady is of Venice.
Hassan. Strike her, God. Her smirk admits it.
Smarda. Touch me not!
Hassan. I'll wring Thy tongue out sudden, if it now has lies. What of thy lady and Lord Renier?
Smarda. Off!
(Renierenters behind, withMoro.)
Hassan. Thy lady and Lord Renier, I say! What do they purpose?
Smarda. Fool-born! look around.
Hassan. Not till——
Smarda. Lord Renier, help.
Hassan. What do you say?
(Turns, and stares amazed.)
A fool I am....
Renier. Where is my wife?
Hassan. Why, she.... This slave stung me to pry.
Renier. Where is my wife?
Hassan. A moment since, was here—the women with her. She asked for your return.
Renier. Not—overfar. Where is Yolanda?—Well? No matter; find my chamber till I come. Of my arrival, too, no word to any.
(Hassangoes, confused.)
You, Moro, have deferred me; now, no more. Whether it is suspicion eats in me, Mistrust and fret and doubt—of whom I say not, Or whether desire and unsubduable To see Amaury sceptred—I care not.
(ToSmarda.)
Slave, to your lady who awaits me, say I'm here and now have chosen.
Moro. Do not!
Renier. Chosen.
(Smardagoes.)
None can be great who will not hush his heart To hold a sceptre, and Amaury must. He is Lusignan and his lineage Will drown in him Yolanda's loveliness.
Moro. It will not.
Renier. Then at least I shall uncover What this Venetian hints.
Moro. Hints?
Renier. I must know.
Moro. 'Tis of your wife?—Yolanda?
Renier. Name them not. They've shut from me their souls.
Moro. My lord, not so; But you repulse them. [Pg 15]
Renier. When they pity. No, Something has gone from me or never was Within my breast. I love not—am unlovable. Amaury is not so, And this Venetian Vittia Pisani——
Moro. Distrust her!
Renier. She has power.
Moro. But not truth. And yesterday a holy relic scorned.
Renier. She loves Amaury. Wed to her he will Be the elected Governor of Cyprus. The throne, then, but a step.
Moro. But all too great. And think; Yolanda is to him as heaven: He will not yield her.
Renier. Then he must. And she, The Venetian, has ways to it—a secret To pierce her from his arms.
Vittia. By the freedom due us, What matters it? In Venice our lords know That beauty has no master.
Renier. Has no.... That, That too has something hid.
Vittia. Suspicious lord! Yet Berengere Lusignan is his wife! And soon Yolanda—But for that I'm here. You sent for me.
Renier (sullen). I sent.
Vittia. To say you've chosen? And offer me irrevocable aid To win Amaury?
Renier. All is vain in me Before the fever for it.
Vittia. Then, I shall. It must be done. My want is unafraid. Hourly I am expecting out of Venice Letters of power. And what to you I pledge is he shall be Ruler of Cyprus and these Mediterranean Blue seas that rock ever against its coast. That do I pledge ... but more. [Pg 17]
Renier. Of rule?... Then what?
Vittia (going up to him). Of shame withheld—dishonour unrevealed.
(He half recoils and stands.Smardaenters hastily to them.)
Smarda. My lady—
Vittia. Speak.
Smarda.She!
Vittia. Who? Yolanda? comes? She's not asleep as you averred to me, Was not asleep, but comes?... My lord—!
Renier. I'll stay, Stay and confront her.
Vittia. Ignorantly? No.
Renier. I'll question her.
Vittia. Blindly, and peril all?
Renier. I will return. You put me off, and off.
(By the loggia, withMoro, he goes; the slave slips out.
Yolandaenters, sadly her gaze on the floor. She
walks slowly, but becoming conscious starts, seesVittia,
and turns to withdraw.)
Vittia. Your pardon—
Yolanda. I can serve you?
Vittia. If you seek The women, they are gone.
Yolanda. I do not seek them.
Vittia. Nor me?
Yolanda. Nor any.—Yet I would I might With seeking penetrate the labyrinth Of your intent. [Pg 18]
Vittia. I thank you. And you shall, To-night—if you have love.
Yolanda. That thread were vain.
Vittia. I say, if you have love.
Yolanda. Of guile?
Vittia. Of her You hold as mother, and who is Amaury's.
Yolanda. Were it so simple, no design had ever Laired darkly in you, but to my eyes been clear As shallows under Morpha's crystal wave.
Vittia. Unproven you speak so.
Yolanda. And proven would.
Vittia. If so, then—save her.
Yolanda. Who? What do you—?
Vittia (with irony). Mean? It is not clear?
Yolanda. Save her?
Vittia. The surety flies Out of your cheek and dead upon your heart: Yet you are innocent—oh innocent?— O'er what abyss she hangs!
Yolanda. O'er no abyss.
Vittia. But to her lord is constant!
Yolanda (desperate). She is constant.
Vittia. And to his bed is true?
Yolanda. True.
Vittia. And this baron Of Paphos—Camarin—is but her friend, And deeply yours—as oft you feign to shield her? [Pg 19]
Yolanda. He is no more.
Vittia. Your heart belies your lips, Knows better than believing what you say.
Yolanda. Were, were he then ... (struggles) Lord Renier knows it not! And never must. I have misled his thought From her to me. The danger thus may pass, The open shame. Sir Camarin departed, her release From the remorse and fettering will seem Sweet as a vista into fairyland. For none e'er will betray her.
Vittia. None?
Yolanda. Your tone...! (Realising with gradual horror.) The still insinuation! You would do it! This is the beast then of the labyrinth? And this your heart is?
Vittia. No, not ever: no. But now, if you deny me.
Yolanda. Speak as a woman, If there is Womanhood in you to speak. The name of Berengere Lusignan must Go clean unto the years, fair and unsullied. Nor must the bloody leap Of death fall on her from Lord Renier's sword, A death too ready if he but suspect. No, she is holy! And holy are my lips [Pg 20]Remembering that they may call her mother! All the bright world I breathe because of her, Laughter and roses, day-song of the sea, Not bitterness and loneliness and blight! All the bright world, Of voices, dear as waking to the dead— Voices of love and tender earthly hopes— O, all the beauty I was once forbid! Yes, yes!— She lifted me, a lonely convent weed, A cloister thing unvisited of dew, Withering and untended and afar From the remembered ruin of my home, And here has planted me in happiness. Then, for her, all I am!
Vittia. Or—hope to be?
Yolanda. The price, say, of your silence.—I am weary.
Vittia. And would be rid of me.
Yolanda. The price, the price.
Vittia. It is (low and ashamed) that you renounce Amaury's love.
(A pause.)
Yolanda. Amaury's love.... You then would rend me there Where not Eternity could heal the wound Though all the River of God might be for balm! Cruelty like to this you could not do?
(Waits a moment.)
A swallow on the battlements to-day [Pg 21]Fell from the hawk: you soothed and set it free. This, then, you would not—!
Vittia. Yes.
Yolanda. You cannot!
Vittia. Yes.
Yolanda (wrung for a moment then calm). I had forgotten, you are of Venice—Venice Whose burdening is vast upon this land. Good-night.
Vittia. And you despise me!
Yolanda. More am sick That love of him has led your thought so low. To-morrow—
Vittia. Not to-morrow! But you must Choose and at once.
Yolanda. Then——
(They start and listen. Approaching hoofs are heard.)
Vittia. Ah! Amaury?—It is? His speed upon the road? now at the gates?
(The fall of chains is heard.)
What then, what is your purpose—to renounce And force him from you, or to have me breathe To Renier Lusignan the one word That will transmute his wrong to madness? Say quickly. Centuries have stained these walls, But never a wife; never——
(EnterBerengere.)
Yolanda. Mother?...
Berengere. Amaury [Pg 22]Has spurred to us, Yolanda, from his post, Secret and sudden. But ... what has befallen?
(Looks from one to the other.)
Yolanda. He comes here, mother?
Berengere. At once.
Yolanda. No!
Vittia (coldly, toYolanda). Then to-night Must be the end.
Yolanda. Go, go.
Berengere (as Vittia passes out). What thing is this?
Yolanda. Mother, I cannot have him—here—Amaury! Defer him but a little—till to-morrow. I cannot see him now.
Berengere. This is o'erstrange.
Yolanda. Help me to think. Go to him, go, and say Some woman thing—that I am ill—that I Am at confession—penance—that—Ah, say But anything!
Berengere. Yolanda!
Yolanda. Say.... No use. Too late.
Berengere. His step?
Yolanda. Oh, unmistakable; Along the corridor. There!
(The curtains are thrown back.)
Amaury (at the threshold.) My Yolanda!
(Hastens down and takes her, passive, into his arms.Berengeregoes.)
My, my Yolanda! [Pg 23]To touch you is as triumph to the blood, Is as the boon of battle to the strong!
Yolanda. Amaury, no; release me and say why You come: The Saracens——?
Amaury. Not of them now!
(Bends back her head.)
But of some tribute incense to this beauty! Dear as the wind wafts from undying shrines Of mystery and myrrh! I'd have the eloquence of quickened moons Pouring upon the midnight magical, To say all I have yearned, Now, with your head pillowed upon my breast! Slow sullen speech come to my soldier lips, Rough with command, and impotent of softness? Come to my lips! or fill so full my eyes That the unutterable, shall seem as sweet To my Yolanda. (Lifting her face, with surprise.) But how now? tears?
Yolanda. Amaury——
Amaury. What have I done? Too pitiless have pressed You to this coat of steel?
Yolanda. No, no.
Amaury. My words, Or silence, then?
Yolanda. Amaury, no, but sweet, Sweet as the roses of Damascus crusht, Your silence is! and sweeter than the dream Of April nightingale on Troados, [Pg 24]Or gushing by the springs of Chitria, Your every word of love! Yet—yet—ah, fold me, Within your arms oblivion and hold me, Fast to your being press me, and there bless me With breathèd power of your manhood's might. Amaury!...
Amaury. You've been again at some old tale of sorrow,
(Goes to the lectern.)
Pining along the pages of a book— This, telling of that Italy madonna Whose days were sad—I have forgotten how. Is it not so?
Yolanda. No, no. The tears of women Come as the air and sighing of the night, We know not whence or why.
Amaury. Often, perhaps. I am not skilled to tell. But these—not these! They are of trouble known.
Yolanda. Yet now forget them.
Amaury. It will not leave my heart that somehow—how I cannot fathom—Camarin——
Yolanda (lightly, to stop him). No farther!
Amaury. That Camarin of Paphos is their cause. Tell me——
Yolanda. Yes, that I love thee!
Amaury. Tell me——
Yolanda. Love thee! [Pg 25]As sea the sky! and as the sky the wind! And as the wind the forest! As the forest— What does the forest love, Amaury? I Can think of nothing!
Amaury. Tell me then you have Never a moment of you yielded to him, That never he has touched too long this hand— Till evermore he must, even as I— Nor once into your eyes too deep has gazed! You falter? darken?
Yolanda. Would he ne'er had come Into these halls! that it were beautiful, Holy to hate him as the Lost can hate.
Amaury. But 'tis not?
Yolanda. God shall judge him.
Amaury. And not you?
Yolanda. Though he is weak, there is within him—
Amaury. That Which women trust? and you?
(Berengereenters. He turns to her.)
Mother?
Berengere. A runner, A soldier of your troop within the forts Has come with word.
Amaury (starting). Mother!
Berengere. It is ill news? I've seen that battle-light in you before. 'Tis of the Saracens? you ride to-night Into their peril? [Pg 26]
Amaury. Come, the word, the word!
Berengere. Only this token.
Amaury. The spur? the spur? (Takes it.) They then Are landing!
Yolanda. How, Amaury; tell your meaning!
Amaury. The galleys of the Saracens have found Anchor and land to-night near Keryneia. My troops are ready and await me— So, no delay.
Yolanda. I pray you (strangely, with terror) do not go.
Amaury. Yolanda!
Yolanda. If I am left alone—!
Amaury. Yolanda!
Yolanda (sinking to a seat). I meant it not—a breath of fear—no more. Go, go.
Amaury. I know you not to-night. Farewell.
(He kisses her and hurries off.... A silence.)
Berengere. Yolanda——
Yolanda. Mother, I will go to sleep.
(She rises.)
Berengere. A change is over you—a difference Drawn as a veil between us.
Yolanda. I am weary.
Berengere. You love me?
Yolanda. As, O mother, I love him, With love impregnable to every ill, As Paradise is. [Pg 27]
Berengere. Then—
Yolanda. I pray, no more. To-night I am flooded with a deeper tide Than yet has flowed into my life—and through it Sounds premonition: so I must have calm.
(She embracesBerengere; goes slowly up steps and off.)
Berengere (chilled). What fear—if it is fear—has so unfixed her? It is suspicion—Then I must not meet Him here to-night—or if to-night, no more. Her premonition!—and my dream that I Should with a cross bring her deep bitterness.
(Thinks a moment, then takes the crucifix from her neck.)
Had Renier but come, perhaps I might ...
(Lays it on table.)
O were I dead this sinning would awake me?... And yet I care not (dully.) ... No, I will forget.
(Goes firmly from door to door and looks out each. Then
lifts, uniting, the cross-shaped candlestick; and waving
it at the loggia, turns holding it before her.)
Soon he will come up from the cool, and touch Away my weakness with mad tenderness. Soon he will ... Ah!
(Has seen with terror the candlestick's structure.)
Camarin (appearing after a pause an the loggia). My Berengere, a moment, and I come!
(Enters, locking the grating behind him, Then he hurries
down and leans to lift her face.)
Berengere. No, no! nor ever, ever again, for ever!
(Shrinks.)
Go from me and behind leave no farewell....
Camarin. This is—illusion. In the dew I've waited, And the night's song of you is in my brain— A song that seems——
Berengere. Withhold from words. At last Fate is begun! See, with the cross it was I waved you hither. Leave me—let me pass Out of this sin—and to repentance—after.
Camarin. I cannot, cannot!
Berengere. Pity, then, my fear. This moment were it known would end with murder, Or did it not, dishonour still would kill! Leave, leave.
Camarin. To-morrow, then; but not to-night!
(He goes behind and puts his arms around her.)
Give me thy being once again, thy beauty. For it I'm mad as bacchanals for wine.
(Yolanda, entering an the balcony, hears, and would retreat,
but seesReniercome to the grating.)
Once more be to me all that woman may! Let us again take rapture wings and rise Up to our world of love, guilt would unsphere. Let us live over days that passed as streams [Pg 29]Limpid by lotus-banks unto the sea, O'er all the whispered nights that we have clasped Knowing the heights and all the deeps of passion! But speak, and we shall be amid the stars.
(Renierdraws a dagger and leaves the grating. With a
low cryYolandastaggers down: the Two rise, fearful.)
Berengere. Yolanda!
Yolanda. Mother, mother!... Ah, his eyes!
Berengere. What brings you here—to spy upon me?
Yolanda. Listen!... Think not of me—no, hush—but of the peril Arisen up.... Your husband!
Camarin. Renier?
Yolanda. Was at that grating—heard. And from its sheath, A dagger—! Ah, he will come.
Berengere (weakly). What does she say?
Yolanda. Find calmness now, and some expedient.
(She struggles to think.)
Berengere. I cannot die.
Yolanda. No, no.
Berengere. My flesh is weak, Is poor of courage—poverished by guilt, As all my soul is! But, Yolanda, you—!
Yolanda. Yes, something must be done—something be done.
(Camaringoes to the curtains and returns.)
Berengere. The shame ... the shame ... the shame!
Yolanda. There yet is time.
Berengere. You can deliver! you are innocent.
Yolanda. Perhaps. Let me but think.—He came—— [Pg 30]
Berengere. You see? There is escape? a way from it?
Yolanda. Perhaps. He came after your words ... yes ... could not see Here in the dimness ... but has only heard Sir Camarin?
Berengere. I do not know!
Yolanda. Go, go, Up to your chamber and be as asleep. There is a way—I think—dim, but a way. Go to your chamber; for there yet may be Prevention!
Berengere. I—yes, yes.
Yolanda. There is a way.
(Berengeregoes.)
Strength now to walk it! strength unfaltering.
Camarin. What do you purpose?
Yolanda. Here to take her place, Here at the lowest of her destiny.
Camarin. I do not understand.
Yolanda. But wholly shall. Clasp me within your arms; he must believe 'Tis I and not his wife you have unhallowed, Your arms about me, though they burn! and breathe me Thirst of unbounded love as unto her.
Scene: The forecourt of the castle, beyond which is the garden
and in the distance the mountains, under the deep tropical
blue of morning. On the right the wall enclosing the castle
grounds run back and is lost in the foliage of cypress,
palm, orange; it is pierced by an arched gate with lifted
portcullis. On the left rises the dark front of the castle,
its arabesqued doorway open. Across the rear a low arcaded
screen of masonry, with an entrance to the right, separates
the court from the garden. Before it a fountain, guarded by
a statue of a Knight of St. John, falls into a porphyry basin,
By the castle door, to the front, and elsewhere, are stone seats.Hassanis standing moodily by the screen, left, looking out
the portcullis. He starts, hearing steps, and as the old leachTremitusenters, motions him silently into the castle; then
muttering "the old blood-letter," stands as before, whileCiva,
Maga, andMauriaare heard m the garden, and enter
gaily bearing water-jars to the fountain.Civasees his look
and breaks into a twitting laughter. The other two join
her.
Maga. No. Your pitcher, come. He's troubled by the tale Of lady Yolanda—— And waits for lord Amaury from the battle.
Civa. The—! heigh! heigh-o! awaits! la, la! he does!
(Hassanstarts at her tone.)
For lord Amaury! does he so indeed?
Hassan. What do you know? Be silent.
Civa. Ho!
Hassan. Itch! would You have lady Yolanda hear? She comes Now, as she has this morning thrice, to ask.
(Yolandaappears on the threshold withAlessa.)
Lord Renier's gall, remember, if she learns.
(Civaflouts him, but goes to the fountain. The others follow,
fill their jugs, and, singing, return to the garden.Yolandathen crosses toHassan, who waits evasive.)
Yolanda. My want is still the same—words are unneeded.
The Saracens we know were routed to Their vessels—all the Allah-crying horde. And lord Amaury—said the courier not?—— Rode in the battle as a seraph might To the Holy Sepulchre's deliverance. And yet no word from him.
Hassan. Perhaps—with reason.
(She looks at him quickly—he flushes.)
With reason!... knowing, lady, what, here, now, Is rumoured of a baron And lady Yolanda!... Pardon!
Yolanda (slowly). Of a baron And lady Yolanda.
Hassan. Yes: it is the women Who with their ears ever at secresy Rumour it. But, lady, it is a lie? This Camarin, this prinker, Whose purse is daily loose to us.... I curse him! His father.... Well, my mother's ten years dead And flower lips breathe innocent above her. But I'll avenge her shame.
Yolanda. On—him?
Hassan. On him! And—you, who do not hush this tale of you, Though it is truthless—hear: I have a stab for Camarin of Paphos Whenever he has lived—but say!—too long.
Yolanda (who has listened rigidly. After a pause). Come here ... look in my eyes, and—deeper.... Shame!
Pity alone we owe to sin not blame. And they who love may stray, it seems, beyond All justice of our judging.— Is evil mad enchantment come upon The portals of this castle?
Hassan. I would serve you.
Yolanda. With murder? no. But if you would indeed, As oft you have——
Hassan. Lady, I will.
Yolanda. Then watch The Venetian, and when Amaury comes Find me at once. What sound was that?... A bugle? It is! it is! Alessa! (Overjoyed.) Do you hear? His troop! Amaury's! O the silver chime! Again I breathe, I breathe! My heart as a bird's in May! Amaury!... Come! we'll go to him! we'll go! Before any within Lusignan—!
Alessa. Lady!
Yolanda. At once! it rings again! again! we'll go!
Alessa. And tell him!
Yolanda. Warn! Warn him a fever's here That he must fend his ear from. 'Twill suffice. And I again shall see him, hear him speak, Hang on his battle-story blessedly! And you, Hassan.... But why do you stand stone? You know something.... He's dead!
Yolanda. Not? ah!... then what? 'Twas not his trumpet?
Hassan (after a struggle). No. And I will lie to you no longer.
Yolanda. You?
Hassan. Though for obedience it be or life; And at Lord Renier's command.... It is Not true that lord Amaury from the battle Has not returned.
Yolanda. But he—you mean—is here?
(Stands motionless.)
Hassan. Here: came on yesterday at dusk. Was led Up to his chamber.... So much Lord Renier who slipt him in Revealed, that I might guile you.
Alessa (sharply). And you have?
Hassan. Yes.
Alessa. Though you boasted love to me?
Hassan. Now, woman!
Alessa. Lady, I would have wed him—wed this toad! Who'd kill the Paphian, too?
Hassan. Yes!
Alessa. Worm! with dust? Heeling away from him?
Yolanda. Be still, be still.
(Alessaturns to her.)
These words can wait on what may yet be helped. This may undo me! First of all I should Have seen Amaury! Now——! [Pg 38]
Hassan. The Venetian!
(They start.Vittiaenters from castle.)
Lady, I will go in.
Alessa. And I; to wait.
(They go.)
Yolanda (suddenly). But I to see Amaury.
Vittia. What?
(Stops.)
Yolanda. To see, Vittia Visani, who withholds Amaury—— Who came last night at dusk, as well you know.
(They face, opposed.)
What have you told him?
Vittia. Hah?
Yolanda. Insolence, false And feigning! But no matter; lies are brief. I'll go myself to him.
Vittia. To be repelled?
(Berengereenters.)
Yolanda. If he could trust you—but he could not.
Vittia. Knowing A Paphian ere this has fondled two?
Yolanda. You hear, mother? (To Vittia.) Out of my way at once.
Berengere. Stay, stay! She has not told him! nothing!... Yes, I too have been aware and kept you blind. But, nothing! for he still is overworn. And now his wound—— [Pg 39]
Yolanda. Wound! he is wounded?
Berengere. He sleeps.
Yolanda. And is in danger—jeopardy?
Berengere. In none; If the leech Tremitus has any skill; And that you know.
Yolanda. I thank ... Madonna ... thee!
(Vittialaughs and goes.)
But you, mother, are come at last to say Your promises, broken two days, are kept? You've spoken? won Lord Renier to wisdom? Pled him to silence which alone can save us? Dear mother——?
Berengere. Do not call me so again.
(Turns away.)
I have not—and I will not.
Yolanda. Oh!
Berengere. I cannot....
Yolanda. But can leave me so laden here within This gulf's dishonour? Never!... So return And pledge him but to wait! For this Venetian has now, I bode, Something of evil more, When once Amaury hears all that has passed. Return!
Berengere. I cannot.
Yolanda (proudly). Then hear, hear me! I Too am a woman, and the woman wants, The beauty and ache and dream and glow and urge [Pg 40]Of an unreckoned love are mine as yours. I will not lose Amaury; but will tell him Myself the truth.
Berengere. Then—I'll not stay for death, And wait for shame. But now with Camarin Will go from here.
Yolanda. Mother!
Berengere. To some retreat Away!
Yolanda. Where still pursuit would follow! even, I fear, Amaury's!— And overtake you though it were as far As the sea foams, or past the sandy void Of stricken Africa. It would be vain. Vain, and I cannot have you. No, but listen——
(Breaks off seeingRenier, on the castle threshold. His look
is on her, but he comes down addressingBerengere.)
Renier. She troubles you too much.
Berengere. My lord?
Renier. Too much. You cherish her and reap unchastity For gratitude—unchastity against Our very son who was betrothed to her. Yet see her shameless.
Berengere (dully). No; I think you wrong her.
(Yolandamoves apart.)
Renier. Nobly you pity! But it will not veil her. Rather the convent and the crucifix, Matin and Vesper in a round remote, [Pg 41]And senseless beads, for such.—But what more now Is she demanding?
Berengere. Little.
Renier. Not the means Still to deceive Amaury?
Berengere. Renier ... no.
(Speaks loathly.)
But I have a request that, if you grant, Will lead peace back to us ... and from us draw This fang of fate.
Renier. Ah.
Berengere. Yes.
Renier (slowly). And we might be As those that wedded love?
Berengere. Perhaps.
Renier. That—love!
(A pause.)
Then it shall be, at once ... But no, I first Have a confession.
Berengere. You?
Renier. A pang!—For days
(Takes her hand.)
Before I found Yolanda on the breast Of Camarin of Paphos—— I suffered in the furnace of suspicion The fume and suffocation of the thought That you were the guilty one—you my own wife.
(She recoils toYolanda, who comes up.)
I did; but rue, rue it!... [Pg 42]... Yet—it is just That you recoil even as now you do From stain upon your wedded constancy.... But Time that is e'er-pitiful may pass Soon over it— And leave only forgiveness. And perhaps Then I shall win you as I never have.— Now the request.
Berengere. That now ... I cannot plead.
(SeesYolandaharden. Is impelled.)
And yet I must ... It is that, till I bid Amaury may not know of this ... not know This trouble fallen from a night or evil— Pitiless on us as a meteor's ash.
Renier. Not of it? he? not know?
Berengere. Trust to me.
Renier. How! And to this wanton's perfidy to bind Him witless to her—with a charm perhaps— Or, past releasing, with a philtre? She Whom now he holds pure as a spirit sped From immortality, or the fair fields Of the sun, to be his bride?
Yolanda. Sir, no!... She means Not I shall wed him! (Winningly.) Only that you spare To separate us with this horror; that You trust me to dispel his love, to pall And chill his passion from me. For I crave Only one thing—innocence in his sight. [Pg 43]Believe!—believe!
Renier. I will—that you are mad. Yet madder I, if to this coil my brain Were blind.
Yolanda. As it will be! with deadlier dark, If you attend me not! And may have destiny you cannot know. But you will heed? For somewhere in you there is tenderness. Once when you chafed in fever and I bore White orange blossoms dewy to your pillow You touched my hand gently, as might a father.
(Caresses his.)
Once on the tower when alone at dusk I sang—I know not why—of lost delights, Of vanished roses that are ere recalling May to the world, you came and suddenly Lifted my brow up silent to your kiss. Ah, you remember; you will hear me?
Renier. No! Though you are cunning.—Thus you wove the mesh About Amaury—till he could not move Beyond you.
Yolanda. For his sake I ask it.
Renier. For No sake but to o'ersway him with your eyes In secret, thus, and with Your hair that he believes an aureole Brought with you out of Heaven. [Pg 44]
Berengere. Again—wrong.
Renier. So deem you and, my Berengere, I grieve, Desiring much your peace.
Berengere. It grieves you not.
Renier. Then not! and half I fear—you here?—it should not. There's midnight in this thing and mystery. Does she not love—Camarin?
Yolanda (trembling). Say no more. Be all—all as you will.
Renier. That brings you low: But brings to me no light—only again The stumbling in suspicion.
Yolanda. It should not.
Renier (with a sudden gleam). To-morrow then, unless Amaury runs Fitting revenge through Camarin of Paphos, Your lover, you shall clasp him openly Before all of Lusigman.
Yolanda. No; no, no! The thought of it is soil!... Rather ... his death!
Renier. What, what?
Berengere. My lord, she knows not what she says. The unaccustomed wind of these ill hours Has torn tranquillity from her and reason.
Yolanda (realising). Yes, as she says—tranquillity and reason.
Yolanda (turning, then, toBerengere). His mood and mien—that tremor in his throat, Unfaltering. I fear him.
Berengere. Life is fear. No step was ever taken in the world But from a brink of danger, or in flight From happiness whose air is ever sin. It sickens me.
Yolanda. Mother!
Berengere. Nothing; a pain Here in my breast. (Sits.)
Yolanda. And it is all through him Who as a guest came pledged into this house. Came with the chivalry and manly show Of reverence and grace, and on his lips Lore of the east and wonders of the west.
(Camarinappears from garden.)
Ah, and he seeks us now! unwhelmed of it! Ready of step, impassive, cold! And see—
(He bows, then listens rigidly.)
A flawless courtesy! as 'twere a king's. Can he not smile too on his handiwork? Our days were merciful and he has made Each moment's beat a blow upon the breast. Honour was here and innocence lies now A sacrifice that pain cannot consume.
(Pauses.)
Camarin. Or death.
Yolanda. Then have you not, unshameable! [Pg 46]A help for it or healing? you who know So well the world and its unwonted ways! A man would have, a man.
Camarin. And I am barren. My brain an arid waste under remorse. Only—one thing it yields—the love of her My love has made unholy.
Yolanda. While to me The shame is left, and silence—no defence, When it is told Amaury, "See her you Blest with betrothal and the boon of faith, Chose as the planet-mate of your proud star! While, in the battle, You with the weal of Cyprus on your brow Dared momently peril, We found her" ... Ah, the memory is fire!—— I will not bear it.
Camarin. Then how? What?... You must. Though for your suffering I am pitiful. You must! (Takes her wrist.) For to one thing, one only now I'm bent—— That Berengere be saved.
Berengere. To-day ... no more.
Camarin. Suspicion and the peril-feet of shame I must keep from her still.
Yolanda. Though driven o'er My heart they trample the lone flower of hope.
(Shaking off his hand, then, unnaturally wrought up.)
Camarin. What? Come, come. Enough is here without——
Yolanda (as before). I'll go to him! Despite of them! in to his side and say That I am innocent—as the first dawn And dew of Eden!... Yes!
Camarin. A frenzy! Mere Folly! you wander!
Yolanda (listening). Whose that anguish? whose?
Camarin. Amaury still is many leagues away—
(Hassan appears.)
At Keryneia! Do you hear me?
Yolanda. Hassan!
(Is numb as he hurries down from the castle to her. A
pause; then her voice falls hoarsely.)
I hear you, speak. His wounds I know. The rest! They've told him?
Hassan. The Venetian, who nurst him Last night, pouring his potions— She and Lord Renier. They broke his sleep. He listened to them as one in a grave. Then they besought of him Some oath against you, were they right: he would not. Now he has risen, Silent and pale and suffering in leash. He's coming here.
(Voices are heard perturbed within the castle. ThenAmaury,
putting asideRenierandTremitus, followed byVittiaand others, enters down.)
Amaury. I'll not return unto my couch though twice These wounds and all your wants were urging it! Yolanda! my Yolanda!—Never, never!
(Takes her to him.)
Until I prove you that a word against Her that I hold here in my arms is more To me than any peril.
Tremitus. But, sir—!... Aeih! My precious physic wasted!
Amaury. Till I prove it! For ... my Yolanda!... You who are purity if Mary still Is mother of God and lighteth Paradise! You in whose presence I am purged as one Bathing a thousand years in angel song! They say, you, who are stainless to my eyes As is the sacring-bell to holy ears, So undefiled even the perfect lily Pendant upon your breast fears to pollute it! Listen, they tell me you—A fool, a fool Would know it unbelievable and laugh.
Renier. As now a fool is doing?
Amaury. O, sir, pardon. You are my father, and, I must believe, Mean well this monster breath's unchastity, [Pg 49]As does this lady (ofVittia) who has gently nursed me. But you were tricked; it was illusion swum Before your sleep. Therefore my purpose is Now to forget it.
Tremitus. Aeih! and to return Now to my drugs.
Renier. Stand off!—As dogs forget The lash in hunger of the wonted bone?
(Laughs angrily.)
Amaury. A poison so incredible and dark You cannot duped innoculate me with. Trust in my veins makes of it but more love. And to dispel your minds (goes toCamarin) I'll clasp his hand Whom you have so accused.
Vittia. O do, my lord!
(Smiles disdainfully.)
And then embrace him in whose arms three nights Ago she was embraced.
Yolanda (to her). Can you so say!
Vittia. Yes, and will add——
Amaury. Lady of Venice, nothing! But this to all, I answer!— There is my mother, see, Wounded with wonder of this plight, and pity. Yolanda has dwelt by her As the fawn By the white doe on mount Chionodes. I would as quick believe that she had given [Pg 50]Her holiness up to contamination As that Yolanda——
Yolanda. Amaury, enough!... I know!
Amaury. As quickly!
Yolanda. Then ... quell this delirium!
(A pause.)
Out of your thought forever let it fall, Hear no more of it, ever! Be deaf to it as to a taunt of doom, In triple mail to every peaceless word, Granite against even its memory. Say that you will, and now!...
Renier. So that you may Allure him yet to wed you?
Amaury. Sir!
Renier. She would.
Yolanda. No, no! But let him.... Then I will go far Away from here to any alien air, To opiate India, a lost sea-isle! To the last peak of arid Caucasus.
Renier. With Camarin of Paphos?
Yolanda. With whoever Your peace and this compelling pain ... Ah no!
Renier. With him, with him, I say?...
Amaury. You drive and drain her. To me her words shall be—me and no other. So my Yolanda now dissolve the cling Of this invisible but heavy hydra; I've striven with it till no more I can. [Pg 51]If any tare has been unseemly sown Upon the April vision of our love, Say it at once that I may rend and fling it Away from us. Say it!
Renier. Vainly implored.— Yet ask her this, If she three nights ago——
Amaury. I will not so insult her——
Tremitus. Aeih——
Renier. Insult? She knows what I would bid and does she hurl Her soul in any disavowal?
Amaury. I Will speak to her alone. Go all of you There to the fountain.
Yolanda. Yes, Amaury, then One searching of my face shall free your fear. Alone, alone.
Renier. Still to befool him!
Yolanda (warningly). Choose! I cannot suffer more of this.
Amaury. Nor I To breathe ever the burning of this mist Of anguish and insatiate accusal.— This wound upon my throat, fever it not With longer fire of doubt, Yolanda.
Yolanda. Ah!
Berengere. I am not well. I will go to my chamber.
(She passes into the castle.)
Renier. But I never until this guiler grants [Pg 52]I found her in the arms of Camarin, Drinking the frenzied wine of passion he Poured from his soul.
Amaury. Yolanda?
Renier. She is silent; Dumb to deny it.
Amaury. But she will, she will. You've driven her with dread and awe.
Vittia (lightly). And truth?
Amaury. Have wounded her. But do not fear, Yolanda, Fiercely disown.
Yolanda. Amaury ... it is true.
(He staggers slowly back.)
No, no; I have not been faithless to you— Even a moment To the divinity of love high-altared Here in my breast! to the immutable Beauty of it!... look, look not on me so— As I had struck, murdered a little child! Or palsied one who put a hand to help me; Or through eternity had desecrated, Vainly, virginity and trust and truth! No, my Amaury! I ... do you not see?
(Hysterically.)
Not faithless, hear! it is not true! not true! But only this——
(A moment, then she sinks down, her face in her hands.Amaurygroans; then starting goes fiercely toHassan,
and taking his sword recrosses trembling toCamarin.)
Amaury. The day you first set step in Lusignan An image of the Magdalen within The chapel yonder fell—presaging this. Only your death, your death or mine stands pale Between us now, awaiting silently. Draw, and at once.
Camarin. Amaury, I will not.
Amaury. Out, quickly.
Camarin. Do your will. I'll put no more To the guilt I bear, or to the misery That guilt has brought upon you.
Amaury. Coward!
Camarin. Strike!
Amaury. You play a part! (Raves.) And 'tis that you may live Still in the love that you a thief have stolen. So, with your steel——!
Camarin. It stays within its sheath.
Amaury. Then I will not be thwarted though I must Crush you as one a viper with his heel, Though I must take your leper throat into My hands and strangle life from it! For the same sky you breathe I will not. The sun that falls upon you shall not foul My being— [Pg 54]Though I must go down into hell for it.
(He starts, frenzied, to strike, but suddenly staggers; then
clasps at his throat, drops the sword, and sinks down
moaning.)
Yolanda. His wound!
Tremitus. Aeih, aeih! at last.
Yolanda. Amaury! Oh!
(Runs to him. He struggles to his feet.)
Amaury! Amaury!
Amaury. Stand away from me.
(She falls back; he laughs in derision.)
I to believe her pure as my own mother!
Vittia. Had you but trusted me, Amaury.
Amaury. You?
(Looks long at her.)
Henceforth I will.
Vittia. And wholly?
Amaury (significantly). She ... shall do it.
(Starts into the castle.)
Yolanda (dauntedly). Amaury! what is this?
Vittia. That, ere a dawn, Guileless Yolanda, you shall wed with him Your paramour of Paphos——
Yolanda. Camarin?
Vittia. And from these gates be led wanton away.
(Yolanda, for a moment whelmed, tries to laugh scorn;
but, turning, her eye meetsRenier's full of suspicion.
He followsAmaurymeaningly into the castle.)
Scene: The Hall and loggia of Act I.; but toward sunset, and
afar, on the flushed sea, are seen the fisher-boats returning
pale-winged to shore. In the left distance, also, a portion of
Famagouste is visible above the waves—its orient walls and
towers, white domes and houses, interspersed with tall palms.
The interior of the Hall is the same; only the divan is
placed to the front and left, the lectern near the balcony
leading to the sleeping apartments and to the chapel.Smardais lying lithely on the divan, beguiled with her
charms and amulets, and from time to time giving a low,
sinuous laugh.Vittiaenters, watches a moment, thoughtful,
then advances.
Vittia. Smarda——
Smarda (springing up). Lady ... your slave!
Vittia. I think you are. Think that you are—if ever the leopard yields.
Smarda. To you, lady? A-ha! let him refuse. Command! [Pg 56]
Vittia. And you will heed it well; I fear not. But first I have thought of requital.
Smarda (avidly). Ouie!
Vittia. Those amulets——
Smarda. Of jade—and sard!
Vittia. And which You prize so——
Smarda. From my home in Scythia Across the sea (darkening) they came with me.
Vittia. The home Whence you were torn by the Moor who was your master.
(SeesSmardasnarl.)
Is it not so?
Smarda. The spirits strangle him!
(Works lividly at the charms.)
Vittia. Well, if I win to-night what is begun You shall not want, I think, Of gold for weightier witchery upon him.
(The slave's eyes gleam.)
But listen, every sinew will be needed Still to achieve this wedding, though we have Camarin with us, willing. So I've learned A ship has come from Venice.
Smarda (quickly). Pietro!
Vittia. Yes, Pietro, it must be, has arrived With papers that will help.
Smarda. Ha! Fortune's touch!
Vittia. It is, but tardy. Therefore I must have [Pg 57]Them instantly.
Smarda. Ere he has time, lady, To vaunt of love in Lusignan and babble.
Vittia. A wooing dolt! but safe—because he fears.— I shall be in this place with lord Amaury, Whom I must ... but no matter. He left me suddenly A season since, seeing his father's look Strangely upon his mother: for that doubt, His father's, still I've been compelled to feed, To move Yolanda.— Here I shall be, then, here within this place.
(She goes engrossedly.)
Smarda (recalling the pledge; evilly). A-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! If she but win! A talisman with might upon the Moor!
(Begins to dance—a charm held up before her.)
If she but win! a-ha! a curse on him!
(Whirls faster with a wild grace, swaying to and fro, and
chanting softly the while, till suddenly a laugh in the
corridor stops her, and Pietrois heard through the
curtains adoringCiva, who pushes him into the Hall,
then runs away laughing.)
Pietro. I, Pietro, as you see, Who, you're aware, am sought Of all the loveliest Attendant on the lords and high of Venice.
Smarda. Yes.... Ha!
Pietro. "The gentle Pietro," they say. You may remember.
Smarda. Ha!
Pietro. "Proud Pietro!" And then they sigh.
Smarda. Sigh. But you've papers—
Pietro. Then— They weep and pine—until I must console them.
Smarda (going to where he poses; contemptuously). And for all this, O prince of paramours,
(He is startled.)
My lady has no doubt bid you to sail From Venice.
Pietro. Slave?
Smarda. And she will hear with love That you delay the powers of the Senate Sent in your keeping to her.
Pietro. She!
Smarda. Oh, with
(As he twitches.)
Love and delight—for urgently she waits them! And then—then of your amorous mouthings yonder!
Pietro. You will not, slave! but quickly take them to her, [Pg 59]The papers ... quickly!
(Fumbles for them.)
Dear slave, you will—and say if she inquire That I was led astray By the little Cyprian with guiling eyes Who fell enamoured of me at the gate.
Smarda. Civa!
Pietro. The same! I sought to run away,
(Still searching.)
O slave, say to her, but I could not for— For—for a lady by the marble knight, That is, by the fountain, swooned, as——
Smarda. Swooned!
Pietro. She did. Out by the fountain.
Smarda. As you came? who? which? Lady Yolanda? lady Berengere?
(He stares at her ardour.)
Did no one say?... My mistress must know this! The papers, quickly!
Pietro. Slave, you——! By my sins!
(She has seized them, and is gone. He follows amazed.
Sunset begins without, crimson and far.Amauryappears from the loggia, reckless, worn. He pauses, looks
about him, troubled.)
Amaury. Not here yet.... There is more in this than seems.
And she must tell me! (Sees Vittia.) Lady, you I mean.
(Vittiaadvances inquiringly.)
What is beyond this shame upon Yolanda?
Vittia. My lord——?
Amaury. What! It is moving in me clouded, Deeper than sight but pressing at my peace. My father's look! you saw it!
Vittia. Ah!
Amaury. And saw Fear in my mother!
Vittia. Yes, implanted deep.
Amaury. And did not wonder?
Vittia (sits). When I knew its source? No need, my lord—though your pang too I marked— For, trust me, ere to-morrow it will cease— If you are firm.
Amaury. I? who know nought? In what?
Vittia. That do not ask, I pray. (Deftly.) Another could Fitly reply, but I——
Amaury. No other better!
Vittia. Then ... it will cease, my lord— So as a flail of doubt it should not still Beat in you—when Yolanda Is wed with Camarin ... no, do not speak; The reason for your sake I must withhold. [Pg 61]
Amaury. Though as under sirocco I am kept. (Sits.) Sirocco!
(Rises, a pause.)
Yet you speak gently.
Vittia. No; unblushingly!
(He looks surprised.)
Unblushingly to one who knows—though by A chance—my love to him.
(Turns away.)
And yet I cannot rue That he awaking sudden from the potion Surprised the dew of it upon my lips. No, and I would that gentle words might be As waters of enchantment on his grief—— But of Yolanda—
(Rises.)
Amaury. Still I love her, still!
Vittia (strainedly). As well she knows, so may refuse to wed With Camarin.
Amaury. She?
Vittia. Since you are Lusignan, Heir of a sceptred line, And yet may reach—the realm.
Amaury (pierced). No ... not for that Her hope was?
Vittia. Were it folly to make sure?
(A pause.)
Amaury. How? speak.
Vittia. Again unshameful? No; one thing [Pg 62]Alone would serve you. That I must not bring My tongue to falter.
Amaury. Be it so.
Vittia. And yet ...
(He has turned away.)
My lord, my lord, I will! Will ... for you suffer! Will, though indelicacy seem to soil What bloom I boasted. Let her think ... let her, But for to-day, That you, for she's aware of my affection, Have chosen—to wed me.
Amaury. You!
Vittia. For to-day. To-morrow I return to Venice, then— Denial.
Amaury (moved). Lady—?
Vittia. Yes.
Amaury. This is most kind.
(She waits repressed—as he struggles.)
Kind; I will do it.
Vittia. Will?
Amaury. Grateful, intent For the issue's utterance. And this wear you, This token of our race,
Smarda. Nothing. Nothing. She was returning from the rocks Where nest the windy gulls (gloatingly) As I came hither. I stole there at noon To see her suffer.
Vittia. Then.—I can compel her. She will come here. Go to the curtains, see. If she is near, the Paphian is in The bower by the cypress: go, tell him, The loggia—at once ... Ah!
(Yolandaenters.)
Yolanda (to herself). "Ah" indeed.
(Her look of purpose changes to one of distrust. But she
firmly fronts toVittia, as the slave slips out.)
Vittia. My gratitude! I wished, and you are here.
Yolanda. And—for some reason of less honour—you.
Vittia. I, a dear guest? fa!
Yolanda. Were you! and not one This ne'er-before-envenomed air would banish. (Slowly) One whose abiding These walls would loathe aloud—had they a tongue To utter.
Vittia. Yet I may be mistress of them, Ere all is done—since still it is my purpose.
Yolanda. Gulfs wide as the hate of God for infamy Would lie preventing; so there is no fear.
Vittia. Still, before Evening is done, you will become his wife?
Yolanda. If, ere it come, all under Lusignan Do not look scorn on Vittia Pisani.
(Rises.)
Vittia. What! how?
Yolanda. Plentiful scorn! (With joy.) A thing may still Be done to lift my hope out of this ruin! To bring Amaury grateful to my feet! And I will do it.
Vittia. Tell?... vowing him first To win his father's lenience?... No ... I see! You would when she who's guilty And this enamoured Paphian are fled!
(Yolandaturns pale.)
When they are fled! ha ... And it is too late.
Yolanda. Too—? You by some trick—a trick have—!
Vittia. Hindered? Little I needed ... Her wings are flightless. She is ill, Verging—go learn!—to death.
Yolanda. No!
Vittia. To the grave. And you alone, she knows, can put it far— Since she is numbed and drained Momently by the terror of her husband, Whose every pulse seems to her a suspicion. [Pg 66]
Yolanda. And it is you ... you who have urged again His doubt that would have sunk!
Vittia. It was enough Merely to sigh—and fear her innocence Can only seem simple again as dew If you wed freely Camarin of Paphos.
Yolanda. And that, you could! though in her heart remorse Trampled and tore! Though with the wounds of battle he you "love" Is livid still.
Vittia. And grieves?—Be comforted! For he is—now security has come.
(Shows ring;Yolandafalls back.)
As he is, do not fear.
Yolanda. Amaury!... Oh! He is not! no, Amaury!... He? so soon?— Ah, you are merciless!
Vittia. Only aware How to compel your pity to my ends; For you will spare his mother.
Yolanda. Yielding—still, And past all season of recovery? Shattering love for ever at my feet? No, you are duped. For empty, cold are the veins Now of submission in me; numb and dead The pleading of it. And upon you, back, I cast the burden of your cruelty.
(Slowly.)
And—if she dies in terror of the lips [Pg 67]Of Renier Lusignan—on your peace The guilt be!
Vittia. No.
Yolanda. The heaping mass of horror!
Vittia (moved). No, on her own; for she has sinned.
Yolanda. And suffered! But you——
Vittia. I say her own. I've done no crime. And you will wed him.
Yolanda. Were I Venetian! But am not; so remorse has come in you! There at the gates that guard your rest you hear Dim now the risen phantom cries of it, The presage beat of them like hungry hands That will o'erwhelm you! All that I could to spare her I have done; All that was duty and of love the most. But you it was who struck and kindled first Within Lord Renier fire of suspicion. Then yours the penance!
Vittia. Liar!... ah ... enough.
(Recovers herself.)
A babe I am so to be fed with fright. You—well I know—will not desert her thus To ... the medusa of his doubt.
Yolanda. I will not.
(With exultance.)
Will, will not, will not, will not! But you it is— [Pg 68]For in the worst that live there still is heaven!— Must null his doubt and ease the sobbing ebb And flood of her sick spirit; you who must Go to his fear and with persuasion say That it is folly of him and of you So to suspect her, since in Camarin's Arms I was found. You will!
Vittia. And—then go pray?
(Draws out the papers scornfully.)
Rather I'll bring you this:—Authority Sent me of Venice To make Amaury lordly over Cyprus, Or to abase him even of Famagouste; Which I will do—
(Goes to her.)
Unless I have the pledge that you will wed, Though not to be his wife and free to leave him, This Paphian, And with him from Lusignan hence will pass,
(Camarinappears on loggia.)
And he has come now for your answer.
Yolanda. Here! In league with you! in this!
Vittia. Most loyally; And ready skilfully to disavow, With every force, your innocence—if you Attempt betrayal!— Enter, my lord of Paphos—
I have spoken. She has not pledged to wed you—though the life Of Berengere Lusignan fall for it, And though Amaury ... But you may avail.
(Moves off.Yolandastands silently between them.Camarinlooks at her, falters, then turns onVittia.)
Camarin. As an anchorite for immortality, Venetian, I covet this—covet! Yet ... I will not entreat it of her.
Vittia. What!
Camarin. I swore in dread, but will not!
Vittia. Now!
Yolanda (low). Madonna!
Vittia. Now you refuse?
Yolanda. He does—he does!
Vittia. The whole?
Yolanda. Lady of Venice, yes; for very shame!
(With grave joy.)
Bitterly tho' it be, he must, for shame! Though he would waste the air of the world to keep The breath still in the veins Of her his love so wronged, He cannot ask me more than breast can bear Knowing I have already borne for her Infection worse than fetid marshes send From Mesaoria— Have lost the sky of love that I had arched And all the stars of it. See, he is dumb!— He cannot. [Pg 70]
Camarin (coldly). No; but to your heart I leave her And to your pity.
Yolanda. Say not pity to me!
(The word overwhelms her anew.)
Am I not needy, fain of it, and can Endurance ever dure! What have I left Of joy to ripple in me or of light To sway me to forgetting—I to whom Dawn was enchanted incense once, and day, The least of earth, an ides of heaven bliss. What to me left! to me! Who shepherded each happy flock of waves Running with silvery foaming there to shore, Who numbered the little leaves with laughing names Out of my love, And quickened the winds with quicker winds of hope, That now are spent ... as summer waters, Leaving my breast a torrent's barren bed. Pity and pity! ever pity! No.
(EnterHassan.)
A nun to pity I will be no more. But you, cruel Venetian ... Ah, ah, Mother of God! is there no gentleness In thee to move her and dissolve away This jeopardy congealing over us?
(A pause.)
Vittia. You see, none.
Yolanda. Ah, for sceptre and for might [Pg 71]Then to compel you.
Vittia. Still, there is none.
Yolanda. None ...
(Sinks to a seat in despair.)
Yet could I think!
Hassan. Lady Yolanda—
(Advances.)
Yolanda. Were My brain less weary!
Hassan. Lady Yolanda—
Yolanda. Well?
Hassan. There is a means—a might.
Yolanda. Well?
(Is half heedless.)
Hassan. To compel her.
Yolanda. To ... what?
Hassan. If you will dare it.
Yolanda. Will—?
Hassan. I swear.
Yolanda (rising). Your thought! I have no fear.
Hassan. Then ... let me but Seize her and shut her fast an hour within The leprous keep, and she shall write whate'er You order; then upon a vessel quick Be sent to Venice whence she came.
Camarin. Mad! mad! Venice would rise!
Hassan. And Cyprus, to be free!— But 'tis not, lady! and Lord Renier [Pg 72]Shall have a letter of her guile and flight. Venture it, venture!
Yolanda (after a long pause). If it can be done, It shall be.
Hassan. Ah!
Yolanda. And must be.
Vittia. Fools, to me!
(She stands defensive, asHassanprepares to close in.)
It is suspicion! is that mad suspicion That you have had of her.
Renier. It is! It is!
Yolanda. And—all because I have these days delayed To wed with Camarin.
Renier. Delayed?
Yolanda. Because I show befitting shame that I was here Found in his arms ... when to Amaury I was betrothed!
Renier. Power of—! No!
Yolanda. Because I grieve to leave Lusignan, this my home— Where I have dwelt as under tented love— Though I am bidden.
Renier. This can be?
Berengere (faintly). Yolanda!
Renier. I say—only delayed? and you—?
Yolanda. Yes, yes. Now I will wed him, heedless, wantless, wild. Send for the priest and for Amaury, for Laughter and lights and revelry—for all Within this castle. But first to her bed, And to tranquillity, She must be borne, she your cold violence Has driven here.... Alessa—Tremitus!
(They have entered.)
Lead her within. O mother! piteous mother!—— Ah, it was ruthless, kindless! [Pg 74]
Renier. We shall see.
(ToHassan.)
Bid Moro and Amaury.—As for her, I soon may come and seek forgiveness.
Berengere. No!
(Hassangoes.)
My brain and breath!... the pall ... where am I ... how Long must I lie!...
Tremitus. She speaks to visions. So, So can the blood do—trick us utterly!
(He supports her—withAlessa—slowly up steps and off.Yolandacovers her eyes.Hassanreturns withMoro, then, andAmaury, whose look seeksVittia.)
Yolanda (as all stand silent). Speak, speak, and tell him!
Renier. Yes, Amaury ... you Are sent for to behold Yolanda wed, As you commanded, Here unto Camarin. Shame has till now Withheld her, but ... what ails you?
Amaury. On; go on. The sudden blood up to my wounds.
Renier. It has, I say, withheld her. But she now has chosen.
Amaury. So; and ... it is well. And here are her Vows I have kept—
That I may loathe her not o'ermuch; and to Muffle my sword from him that now she weds.
(His voice breaks tonelessly.)
Come, let it be.
Yolanda. Amaury!
Amaury (angrily.) Priest, be brief!
Moro (before them; asCamarintakesYolanda'shand). The Church invests me and the powers of This island here to make you man and wife. Be joined, ye who have sinned, In soul, peace and repentances for ever.
(He signs the cross.Yolandastands dazed. A silence.
Then a shuddering cry and all turn toward the balcony,
whereAlessabursts, pale, wild, and striving to speak.)
Yolanda (with dread, awe, premonition). Alessa!
Alessa. Lady Yolanda! you have wed him?
Yolanda (pausing.) Yes.
Alessa. Lady Berengere is dead.
Yolanda. No!... No!
(Chokes rebelliously.)
It cannot be! mother! cannot! awake her! And tell her I have wed him! mother! cannot!
(Goes trembling, belieflessly, up the balcony. A strange doubt
seizesAmaury. On the rest is silence, consternation,
and fear.)
Scene: The Chapel of the Castle—or Chapel of the Magdalen—a
few hours later. It is of stone, low-arched, gloomy, and
adorned with Byzantine mosaics of gaunt saints on backgrounds
of gold. The altar is in the rear, and above it a
large window, through which pours the still moon. In front
of it, to either side, rise two pillars supporting the roof, and
on one of them, halfway up, stands a stone image of the
Magdalen. Forward are two other pillars whose bases form
seats. The right wall has, set midway, a large door hung
with heavy curtains. In the rear are smaller doors leading
to a sacristy. The altar lamp and a few tapers burn.Alessaenters, rubbing her eyes as if to clear them of
vision, looks around, then calls uncertainly—
Alessa. Good father! Father Moro!... He is not here.
(Rubs her eyes again.)
The dead are strange! I knew not all their power. It is as if her spirit still imprisoned Hovered beneath the pallor of her face And strove to speak. Good father!
Alessa. The acolytes summoned from Famagouste To aid your rites before her burial Have come, and wait.
Moro. Send hither two.
(Looks closely at her.)
Alessa. At once.
(Is going. He stops her.)
Moro. Woman, this passes silence. There must be Some question. Do you understand this wedding? The evil that has risen in this house? Speak.
Alessa. I may not.
Moro. As says Yolanda, who Has been to-day impenetrable in all. But who, now, in a lofty grief above The misery that blasted her, seems calm, And answers only, "God in His season will, I trust, unfold it soon; I cannot, now!" ... And yet I heard Her darkly bid the Paphian be gone—— From here—without her.
Does she not see lightnings now in Amaury, Plunging for truth? What is't?
Alessa. The acolytes Are waiting.
Moro. Go ... But if this hour bring forth What you shall rue——
Alessa. Father!
(Goes quickly, troubled.)
Moro. In blindness still! For Vittia Pisani, who alone Seems with these twain to share this mystery Is silent to all importunity. Oh, Berengere Lusignan! But 'tis mine To pray and to prepare. (Listens.) The acolytes.
(Two enter, sleek, sanctimonious.)
(To First.) Come here ... You're Serlio, Of the Ascension. You?
2nd Acolyte. Hilarion. From Santa Maria by the Templars' well, Which God looks on with gratitude, father. For though we're poor and are unworthy servants We've given willingly our widow's mite. And now we ...
Moro. You are summoned to this place For ministrations other than the tongue's. Prepare that altar—masses for the dead.
Hilarion. Man is as grass that withers!
Moro. Kindle all [Pg 79]Its tapers. The departed will be borne Hither for holy care and sacred rest. So do—then after Look to that image of the Magdalen, Once it has fallen.
Serlio. Domine, dirige!
(Morogoes. They put off cant and set to work.)
Hilarion (insolently, lighting a taper). We'll have good wine for this!
Serlio. The Chian! Hee! None's like the Chian! and to-morrow, meat! Last week old Ugo died and we had pheasant.
Hilarion. When we are priests we'll give no comforting To wife or maid—till we have sipped!
Serlio. And supped! Though 'tis a Friday and the Pope is dead!
(Silence. They work faster.)
Hilarion. There, it is done. Now to the image.
Serlio. Well, Olympio, the cock who fetched us, said That image fell first on the day——
Hilarion. Tchuck! tchuck! Better no breath about that lord of Paphos Or any here. For till the dead are three Days gone, you know—! But there's the woman. Feign.
(AsAlessare-enters; hypocritically.)
The blessed dead! in Purgatory may They briefly bide.
Hilarion. Ah! I lay that it is wise never to foul The dead, even in thinking, For they may hear us, none can say, and once My mother saw a dead man who had gone Unshriven start up white and cry out loud When he was curst.
Serlio. O Lord!
Alessa (staring). No!... Well, such things There are perchance. And now they say that Venus, The Anadyomene, who once ruled this isle, Is come again.... But you have finished? Soon They bring her body here.
Hilarion. Now have I, now! It will not totter again. (Descends.)
Alessa Would that it might Upon the head of —— (catches herself; calmly) You are awaited There in the sacristy.... The chant begins!
(The acolytes go. She grows more disquieted.)
Begins! and lady Yolanda still awaits Heedless, though Lord Amaury's desperate As is the Paphian!... They near!... The curtains!
(Goes to them and draws them back. As she does so the
chant swells louder. Then the cortège enters—Moro,
the acolytes with tapers; Berengereon a litter,
Amaury, Renier, Vittia, the women, Hassan, and[Pg 81]
lastYolanda. The litter, Amauryby it, comes to
the altar; the chanting ceases.)
Moro (asAmaurybows, shaken). No moan or any toil of grief be here Where we have brought her for sainted appeal. But in this holy place until the tomb Let her find rest.
Amaury. Set down the bier.
(It is placed.)
Moro. Lone rest! Then bliss Afar for ever!
Amaury (rises). Be it so!
(Turning; brokenly.)
But unto any, mother, who have brought thee Low to this couch, be never ease again. To any who have put thy life out, never! But in them be the burning that has seemed To shrivel thee—whether with pain or fear! And be appeaseless tears, Salt tears that rust the fountain of the heart.
(Sinks to a seat. A pause.)
Moro. My son, relentless words.
Amaury (up again). To the relentless!
Moro. God hear you not!
Amaury. Then is He not my God.
Moro. Enough, enough. (To the rest.) But go and for her soul Freight all of you this tide of night with prayer.
Amaury. And I forbid those who Have prized her not! For though nought's in the world but prayer may move, Still but the lips that loved her Should for her any sin beseeching lift.
(Looking atYolanda.)
They and no other!
Yolanda. And, you mean——?
Amaury. Not one.
Yolanda. Then, mother——
(Goes to bier.)
Amaury. That name again?
Yolanda. While I have breath. (Nobly.) Yes, though you hold me purgeless of that sin Only the pale arch-angels may endure Trembling to muse on! Or though yon image of the Magdalen, Whose alabaster broke amid her tears And her torn hair, forbade me with a voice. And you, whose heart is shaken As in a tomb a taper's flame, would know I speak with love.
Camarin. Unswerving love.
Amaury. Then, by Christ, and the world that craves His blood, I think She, if she would, or you, could point to me, Or you, Vittia Pisani, The reason of this sudden piteous death [Pg 83]Hard on the haunted flight before my father, Whose lips refuse.
Camarin. She knows no shred of it.
Amaury. You lie to say it.
Camarin. Then will, still—if there Is need.
Amaury. Because you love her?
Yolanda. Peace, peace, peace.
Amaury. A hollow word for what had never being.
Yolanda. Look on her face and see.
Amaury (at bier). Upon her face! Where not oblivion the void of death Has hid away, or can, the agony Of her last terror—but it trembles still. I tell you, no. Grief was enough, but now Through it has risen mystery that chokes As a miasma from Iscariot's tomb. And till this pall of doubt be rent away No earth shall fall and quicken with her dust! But I will search her face ... till it reveals.
Camarin. He raves.
Amaury. Iscariot! yes!
Yolanda. Again, peace, peace!
Amaury. That you may palter!
Yolanda (gently). That she may not grieve.
(Goes again to bier.)
For—if 'tis near—her soul with this is wrung. Near! would it were to hear me and impart Its yearning and regret to us who live, [Pg 84]Its dim unhappiness and hollow want. Yes, mother, were you now about us, vain, Invisible and without any voice To tell us of you! Were you and now could hear through what of cold Or silence wrap you, oh, so humanly And seeming but a veil— Then would you hear me say—(suddenly aghast) Ah, God!
Amaury. Yolanda!
(She starts back from the bier.)
Yolanda!
Renier. Girl, what rends you?
Yolanda. Saw you not?
(Rushes to bier and shakes it.)
Mother! you hear me? mother!
Renier. Girl!
Yolanda. She breathes!
(Consternation. Some fall to their knees.)
Vittia. What? What?
Yolanda. Mother! Her breast! Mother! She moves!
Amaury. God! God!
Yolanda. Stand off from her ... Mother!
Camarin. Her eyes!... They open! open!
Yolanda. Mother!...
Amaury. See; her lips! They strive to speak! O faintly, O so faint! [Pg 85]Can you not hear?
Berengere. Yolanda!
Yolanda. Mother!
Berengere. Renier!
Renier. Yes, yes?
Berengere. Yolanda—
Renier. Speak!
Berengere. Christ, save me ... Christ! Yolanda's innocent, and I ... 'twas I.
Amaury. What? what is it she says?
Berengere. Camarin! Ah!
(She shudders and dies, amid low-uttered awe.Renierbends, lays his hand a moment on her breast, then,
with a cry of rage, springs from her and draws, and
rushes onCamarin, who awaits him, desperate.)
Amaury (confused, as they engage). Yolanda; what is this?
Yolanda. Amaury, in! Compel Lord Renier back! he cannot live, You only could against Camarin now! Wait not to question, but obey me! if You ever—! (As he rushes in) Holy Magdalen, defend him!
(Renierfalls back.)
Now, now defend him, if to chastity Thou'rt vowed in heaven.
(He staggers and sinks back heavily toward the pillar.
There is breathless, strained suspense. Then he strikes
the sacred column, and as he does so the image above
sways, totters and crushes upon him. A cry, "The
Magdalen!" goes up around.)
Hassan (hurrying to him; after awe and silence). He's dead.
Alessa. The Magdalen!
Hassan. No breath in him.
(A pause.)
Renier (low, harshly). Bear him without then ever from this place, That never more shall know a holy rite— And from these gates, I care not to what tomb.
(ToAmaury.)
Then shall you hear this mystery's content, That still as a madness measures to your sight. Bear him without.
(The limp body is borne away. All follow butAmaury,
Yolanda, Renier.)
Now you shall hear, with shame, But with exalted pride and happy tears; Then come obliteration! Speak, girl ... Nobility Had never better title to its truth.
(Kisses her hand and goes.)
Amaury. Yolanda!... he!... this reverence as to An angel? Speak! [Pg 87]
Yolanda. Amaury——
Amaury. O pause not!
Yolanda. Then—to save her who's dead—from death and shame, I took her place within the Paphian's arms.
Amaury. O!... and by me, driven by me, bore this! (Overcome) Pure as the rills of Paradise, endured?
Yolanda. For you!—and her who sleeps forgiven there,
(With deep abandon.)
Now while her spirit weightless overwingeth Night, to that Throne whose seeing heals all shame! For her I did! but oh, for you, whose least Murmur to me is infinite with Spring, Whose smile is light, filling the air with dawn, Whose touch, wafture of immortality Unto my weariness; and whose eyes, now, Are as the beams God lifted first, they tell us, Over the uncreated, In the far singing mother-dawn of the world!— Come with me then, but tearless, to her side.
(They go to the bier and stand as in a dream. A pause;
then her lips move, last, as if inspired.)
While there is sin to sway the soul and sink it Pity should be as strong as love or death!
(With a cry of joy he enfolds her, and they kneel, wrapped
about with the clear moon.)
Jehovah! Jehovah! art Thou not stronger than gods of the heathen? I slew him, that Sisera, prince of the host Thou dost hate. But fear of his blood is upon me, about me is breathen His spirit—by night and by day come voices that wait.
Athirst and affrightened he fled from the star-wrought waters of Kishon. His face was as wool when he swooned at the door of my tent. The Lord hath given him into the hand of perdition, I smiled—but he saw not the face of my cunning intent.
He thirsted for water: I fed him the curdless milk of the cattle. [Pg 92]He lay in the tent under purple and crimson of Tyre. He slept and he dreamt of the surge and storming of battle. Ah ha! but he woke not to waken Jehovah's ire.
He slept as he were a chosen of Israel's God Almighty. A dog out of Canaan!—thought he I was woman alone? I slipt like an asp to his ear and laughed for the sight he Would give when the carrion kites should tear to his bone.
I smote thro' his temple the nail, to the dust a worm did I bind him. My heart was a-leap with rage and a-quiver with scorn. And I danced with a holy delight before and behind him— I that am called blessed o'er all who're of Judah born.
"Aye, come, I will show thee, O Barak, a woman is more than a warrior," I cried as I lifted the door wherein Sisera lay. [Pg 93]"To me did he fly and I shall be called his destroyer— I, Jael, who am subtle to find for the Lord a way!"
"Above all the daughters of men be blest—of Gilead or Asshur," Sang Deborah, prophetess, under her waving palm. "Behold her, ye people, behold her the heathen's abasher; Behold her the Lord hath uplifted—behold and be calm.
"The mother of him at the window looks out thro' the lattice to listen— Why roll not the wheels of his chariot? why does he stay? Shall he not return with the booty of battle, and glisten In songs of his triumph—ye women, why do ye not say?"
And I was as she who danced when the Seas were rendered asunder And stood, until Egypt pressed in to be drowned unto death. My breasts were as fire with the glory, the rocks that were under [Pg 94]My feet grew quick with the gloating that beat in my breath.
At night I stole out where they cast him, a sop to the jackal and raven. But his bones stood up in the moon and I shook with affright. The strength shrank out of my limbs and I fell a craven Before him—the nail in his temple gleamed bloodily bright.
Jehovah! Jehovah! art Thou not stronger than gods of the heathen? I slew him, that Sisera, prince of the host Thou dost hate. But fear of his blood is upon me, about me is breathen His spirit—by day and by night come voices that wait.
I fly to the desert, I fly to the mountain—but they will not hide me. His gods haunt the winds and the caves with vengeance that cries For judgment upon me; the stars in their courses deride me— The stars Thou hast hung with a breath in the wandering skies. [Pg 95]
Jehovah! Jehovah! I slew him the scourge and sting of Thy Nation. Take from me his spirit, take from me the voice of his blood. With madness I rave—by day and by night, defamation! Jehovah, release me! Jehovah! if still Thou art God!
Swing in thy splendour, O silent sun, Drawing my heart with thee over the west! Done is its day as thy day is done, Fallen its quest!
Swoon into purple and rose—then sink, Tho' to arise again out of the dawn. Sink while I praise thee, ere thro' the dark link Of death I am drawn!
Sunk? art thou sunken? how great was life! I like a child could cry for it again— Cry for its beauty, pang, fleeting and strife, Its women, its men!
For, how I drained it with love and delight! Opened its heart with the magic of grief! Reaped every season—its day and its night! Loved every sheaf! [Pg 103]
Aye, not a meadow my step has trod, Never a flower swung sweet to my face, Never a heart that was touched of God, But taught me its grace.
Off, from my lids then a moment yet, Fingering Death, for again I must see Miraged by memory all that I met Under Time's lee.
There!... I'm a child again—fair, so fair! Under the eyes does a marvel not burn? Speak they not vision, song, frenzy to dare, That still in me yearn?...
Youth! my wild youth!—O, blood of my heart, Still you can answer with whirling the thought! Still like the mountain-born rapid can dart, Joyous, distraught!...
Love, and her face again! there by the wood!— Come thou invisible Dark with thy mask! Shall I not learn if she lives? and could I more of thee ask?...
Turn me away from the ashen west, Where love's sad planet unveils to the dusk. Something is stealing like light from my breast— Soul from its husk ... [Pg 104]
Soft!... Where the dead feel the buried dead, Where the high hermit-bell hourly tolls, Bury me, near to the haunting tread Of life that o'errolls.
We spoke of God and Fate, And of that Life—which some await— Beyond the grave. "It will be fair," she said, "But love is here! I only crave thy breast Not God's when I am dead. For He nor wants nor needs My little love. But it may be, if I love thee And those whose sorrow daily bleeds, He knows—and somehow heeds!"
O call to your mate, bob-white, bob-white, And I will call to mine. Call to her by the meadow-gate, And I will call by the pine.
Tell her the sun is hid, bob-white, The windy wheat sways west. Whistle again, call clear and run To lure her out of her nest.
For when to the copse she comes, shy bird, With Mary down the lane I'll walk, in the dusk of locust tops, And be her lover again.
Ay, we will forget our hearts are old, And that our hair is gray. We'll kiss as we kissed at pale sunset One summer's halcyon day. [Pg 111]
That day, can it fade?... ah, bob, bob-white, Still calling—calling still? We're coming—a-coming, bent and weighed, But glad with the old love's thrill!
Down the palm-way from Eden in the moist Midnight lay Eve by her outdriven mate, Pillowed on lilies that still told the sweet Of birth within the Garden's ecstasy. Pitiful round her face that could not lose Its memory of God's perfecting was strewn Her troubled hair, and sigh grieved after sigh Along her loveliness in the white moon. Sudden her dream, too cruelly impent With pain, broke and a cry fled shuddering Into the wounded stillness from her lips. Then, cold, she fearfully felt for his hand, While tears, that had before ne'er visited Her lids with anguish, stinging traced her cheeks.
"Oh, Adam!" then as a wild shadow burst Her moan on the pale air, "What have I dreamed? Now do I understand His words, so dim To creatures that had quivered but with bliss! Since at the dusk thy kiss to me, and I Wept at caresses that were once all joy, [Pg 114]I have slept, seeing through Futurity The uncreated ages visibly! Foresuffering phantoms crowded in the womb Of Time, and all with lamentable mien Accusing thee and me! And some were far From birth, without a name, but others near— Sodom and dark Gomorrah ... from whose flames Fleeing one turned ... how like her look to mine When the tree's horror trembled on my taste! And Nineveh, a city sinking slow Under a shroud of sandy centuries That hid me not from the buried cursing eyes Of women who gave birth! And Babylon, Upbuilded on our sin but for a day!
Ah, to be mother of all misery! To be first-called out of the earth and fail For a whole world! To shame maternity For women evermore—women whose tears Flooding the night, no hope can wipe away! To see the wings of Death, as, Adam, thou Hast not, endlessly beating, and to hear The swooning ages suffer up to God! And O that birth-cry of a guiltless child! In it are sounding of our sin and woe, With prophesy of ill beyond all years! Yearning for beauty never to be seen— Beatitude redeemless evermore! [Pg 115]And I whose dream mourned with all motherhood Must hear it soon! Already do soft skill, Low-babbled lulls, enticings and quick tones Of tenderness—that will like light awake The folded memory children shall bring Out of the dark—move in me longingly. Yet thou, Adam, dear fallen thought of God, Thou, when thou too shall hear humanity Cry in thy child, wilt groaning wish the world Back in unsummoned Void! and, woe! wilt fill God's ear with troubled wonder and unrest!"
Softly he soothed her straying hair, and kissed The fever from her lips. Over the palms The sad moon poured her peace into their eyes, Till Sleep, the angel of forgetfulness, Folded again her wings above their rest.
"Give me a little child To draw this dreary want out of my breast," I cried to God. "Give, for my days beat wild With loneliness that will not rest But under the still sod!"
It came—with groping lips And little fingers stealing aimlessly About my heart. I was like one who slips A-sudden into Ecstasy And thinks ne'er to depart.
"Soon he will smile," I said, "And babble baby love into my ears— How it will thrill!" I waited—Oh, the dread, The clutching agony, the fears!— He was so strange and still. [Pg 117]
Did I curse God and rave When they came shrinkingly to tell me 'twas A witless child? No ... I ... I only gave One cry ... just one ... I think ... because ... You know ... he never smiled.
The seraphs would sing to her And from the River Dip her cool grails of radiant Life. The angels would bring to her, Sadly a-quiver, Laurels she never had won in earth-strife.
And often they'd fly with her O'er the star-spaces— Silent by worlds where mortals are pent. Yea, even would sigh with her, Sigh with wan faces! When she sat weeping of strange discontent.
But one said, "Why weepest thou Here in God's heaven— Is it not fairer than soul can see?" "'Tis fair, ah!—- but keepest thou Not me depriven Of some one—somewhere—who needeth most me? [Pg 119]
For tho' the day never fades Over these meadows, Tho' He has robed me and crowned—yet, yet! Some love-fear for ever shades All with sere shadows— Had I no child there—whom I forget?"
What are the heaths and hills to me? I'm a-longing for the sea! What are the flowers that dapple the dell, And the ripple of swallow-wings over the dusk; What are the church and the folk who tell Their hearts to God?—my heart is a husk! (I'm a-longing for the sea!)
Aye! for there is no peace to me— But on the peaceless sea! Never a child was glad at my knee, And the soul of a woman has never been mine. What can a woman's kisses be?— I fear to think how her arms would twine, (I'm a-longing for the sea!)
So, not a home and ease for me— But still the homeless sea! Where I may swing my sorrow to sleep In a hammock hung o'er the voice of the waves, [Pg 121]Where I may wake when the tempests heap And hurl their hate—and a brave ship saves. (I'm a-longing for the sea!)
Then when I die, a grave for me— But in the graveless sea! Where is no stone for an eye to spell Thro' the lichen a name, a date and a verse. Let me be laid in the deeps that swell And sigh and wander—an ocean hearse! (I'm a-longing for the sea!)
Do women weep when men have died? It cannot be! For I have sat here by his side, Breathing dear names against his face, That he must list to were his place Over God's throne— Yet have I wept no tear and made no moan.
No! but to lids, that gaze stone-wide, Grief seems in vain. Do women weep?—I was his bride— They brought him to me cold and pale— Upon his lids I saw the trail Of deathly pain. They said, "Her tears will fall like Autumn rain."
I cannot weep! Not if hot tears, Dropped on his lips, Might burn him back to life and years Of yearning love, would any rise To flood the anguish from my eyes— And I'm his bride! Ah me, do women weep when men have died?
When at evening smothered lightnings Burn the clouds with opal fires; When the stars forget to glisten, And the winds refuse to listen To the song of my desires, Oh, my love, unto thee!
When the livid breakers angered Churn against my stormy tower; When the petrel flying faster Brings an omen to the master Of his vessel's fated hour— Oh, the reefs! ah, the sea!
Then I climb the climbing stairway, Turn the light across the storm; You are watching, fisher-maiden, For the token flashes laden With a love death could not harm— Lo, they come, swift and free! [Pg 127]
One—that means, "I think of thee!" Two—"I swear me thine!" Three—Ah, hear me tho' you sleep!— Is, "Love, I know thee mine!" Thro' the darkness, One, Two, Three, All the night they sweep: Thro' raging darkness o'er the deep, One—and Two—and Three.
Thou art late, O Moon, Late, I have waited thee long. The nightingale's flown to her nest, Sated with song. The champak hath no odour more To pour on the wind as he passeth o'er— But my heart it will not rest.
Thou art late, O Love, Late, For the moon is a-wane. The kusa-grass sighs with my sighs, Burns with my pain. The lotus leans her head on the stream— Shall I not lean to thy breast and dream, Dream ere the night-cool dies? [Pg 129]
Thou art late, O Death, Late, For he did not come! A pariah is my heart, Cast from him—dumb! I cannot cry in the jungle's deep— Is it not time for Nirvana's sleep? O Death, strike with thy dart!
I cannot say thy cheek is like the rose, Thy hair ripple of sunbeams, and thine eyes Violets, April-rich and sprung of God. My barren gaze can never know what throes Such boons of beauty waken, tho' I rise Each day a-tremble with the ruthless hope That light will pierce my useless lids—then grope Till night, blind as the worm within his clod.
Yet unto me thou are not less divine, I touch thy cheek—and know the mystery hid Within the twilight breeze; I smoothe thy hair And understand how slipping hours may twine Themselves into eternity: yea, rid Of all but love, I kiss thine eyes and seem To see all beauty God Himself may dream. Why then should I o'ermuch for earth-sight care?
Drink to Death, drink! He's god o' the world. Up with the cup— Let no man shiver! Up with the cup— Let no man shrink! Drink to death, He's lord o' the breath Of mortals hurled from the world Into Oblivion's river!
Drink to Death, aye! And then—to the dust! Fill with a will— And quaff like a lover! Fill with a will— Who dares a Nay! Drink to Death!... He lies who saith That life is just—'tis a crust Tossed to a slave in his hover! [Pg 132]
Drink to Death!—So! Who recks for the rest? Love is above— Or Hate, what matter? Love is above— Or Hell below. Drink to Death, For vile is the peth Of Rome, and Shame is her name! Then drink, and the goblet shatter!
I say unto all hearts that cannot rest For want of love, for beating loud and lonely, Pray the great Mercy-God to give you only Love that is passionless within the breast.
Pray that it may not be a haunting fire, A vision that shall steal insatiably All beauteous content, all sweet desire, From faith and dream, star, flower, and song, and sea.
But seek that soul and soul may meet together, Knowing they have for ever been but one— Meet and be surest when ill's chartless weather Drives blinding gales of doubt across their sun. Pray—pray! lest love uptorn shall seem as nether Hell-hate and rage beyond oblivion.
God who can bind the stars eternally With but a breath of spirit speech, a thought; Who can within earth's arms lay the mad sea Unserverably, and count it as sheer nought— With His All-might can bind not you and me.
For though he pressed us heart to burning heart, Knowing this fatal spell that so enthralls, Still would our souls, unhelpably apart, Stand aliens—beating fierce against the walls Of dark unsympathies that 'tween us start. Stands aliens, aye, and would! tho' we should meet Beyond the oblivion of unnumbered births— Upon some world where Time cannot repeat The feeblest syllable that once was earth's.
I sat with Omar by the Tavern door Musing the mystery of mortals o'er, And soon with answers alternate we strove Whether, beyond death, Life hath any shore.
"Come, fill the cup," said he. "In the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling. The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter—and the Bird is on the Wing."
"The Bird of Time?" I answered. "Then have I No heart for Wine. Must we not cross the Sky Unto Eternity upon his wings— Or, failing, fall into the Gulf and die?"
"So some for the Glories of this World; and some Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come; But you, Friend, take the Cash—the Credit leave, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!" [Pg 136]
"What, take the Cash and let the Credit go? Spend all upon the Wine the while I know A possible To-morrow may bring thirst For Drink but Credit then shall cause to flow?"
"Yea, make the most of what you yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust unto Dust, and under Dust, to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!"
"Into the Dust we shall descend—we must. But can the soul not break the crumbling Crust In which he is encaged? To hope or to Despair he will—which is more wise or just?"
"The worldly hope men set their hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers: and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone."
"Like Snow it comes—to cool one burning Day; And like it goes—for all our plea or sway. But flooding tears nor Wine can ever purge The Vision it has brought to us away."
"But to this world we come and Why not knowing Nor Whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as Wind along the waste, We know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing." [Pg 137]
"True, little do we know of Why or Whence. But is forsooth our Darkness evidence There is no Light?—the worm may see no star Tho' heaven with myriad multitudes be dense."
"But, all unasked, we're hither hurried Whence? And, all unasked, we're Whither hurried hence? O, many a cup of this forbidden Wine Must drown the memory of that insolence."
"Yet can not—ever! For it is forbid Still by that quenchless soul within us hid, Which cries, 'Feed—feed me not on Wine alone, For to Immortal Banquets I am bid.'"
"Well oft I think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled: That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely Head."
"Then if, from the dull Clay thro' with Life's throes, More beautiful spring Hyacinth and Rose, Will the great Gard'ner for the uprooted soul Find Use no sweeter than—useless Repose?"
"We cannot know—so fill the cup that clears To-day of past regret and future fears: To-morrow!—Why, To-morrow we may be Ourselves with yesterday's sev'n thousand Years." [Pg 138]
"No Cup there is to bring oblivion More during than Regret and Fear—no, none! For Wine that's Wine to-day may change and be Marah before to-morrow's Sands have run."
"Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same door wherein I went."
"The doors of Argument may lead Nowhither, Reason become a Prison where may wither From sunless eyes the Infinite, from hearts All Hope, when their sojourn too long is thither."
"Up from Earth's Centre thro' the Seventh Gate I rose, and on the throne of Saturn sate, And many a Knot unravelled by the Road— But not the Master-knot of Human fate."
"The Master-knot knows but the Master-hand That scattered Saturn and his countless Band Like seeds upon the unplanted heaven's Air: The Truth we reap from them is Chaff thrice fanned."
"Yet if the Soul can fling the Dust aside And naked on the air of Heaven ride, Wer't not a shame—wer't not a shame for him In this clay carcass crippled to abide?" [Pg 139]
"No, for a day bound in this Dust may teach More of the Saki's Mind than we can reach Through aeons mounting still from Sky to Sky— May open through all Mystery a breach."
"You speak as if Existence closing your Account and mine should know the like no more; The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has poured Millions of bubbles like us, and will pour."
"Bubbles we are, pricked by the point of Death. But, in each bubble, hope there dwells a Breath That lifts it and at last to Freedom flies, And o'er all heights of Heaven wandereth."
"A moment's halt—a momentary taste Of Being from the Well amid the Waste— And Lo!—the phantom Caravan has reached The Nothing it set out from—Oh, make haste!"
"And yet it should be—it should be that we Who drink shall drink of Immortality. The Master of the Well has much to spare: Will He say, 'Taste'—then shall we no more be?"
"The Moving Finger writes; and having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all your tears wash out a word of it." [Pg 140]
"And—were it otherwise?... We might erase The Letter of some Sorrow in whose place No other sounding, we should fail to spell The Heart which yearns behind the mock-world's face."
"Well, this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath—consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the Temple lost outright."
"In Temple or in Tavern 't may be lost. And everywhere that Love hath any Cost It may be found; the Wrath it seems is but A Cloud whose Dew should make its power most."
"But see His Presence thro' Creation's veins, Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains; Taking all shapes from Mah to Mahi; and They change and perish all—but He remains."
"All—it may be. Yet lie to sleep, and lo, The soul seems quenched in Darkness—is it so? Rather believe what seemeth not than seems Of Death—until we know—until we know."
"So wastes the Hour—gone in the vain pursuit Of This and That we strive o'er and dispute. Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter Fruit." [Pg 141]
"Better—unless we hope the Shadow 's thrown Across our Path by glories of the Unknown Lest we may think we have no more to live And bide content with dim-lit Earth alone."
"Then, strange, is't not? that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too?"
"Such is the ban! but even though we heard Love in Life's All we still should crave the word Of one returned. Yet none is sure, we know, Though they lie deep, they are by Death deterred."
"Send then thy Soul through the Invisible Some letter of the After-life to spell: And by and by thy Soul returned to thee But answers, 'I myself am Heaven and Hell.'"
"From the Invisible, he does. But sent Through Earth where living Goodness though 'tis blent With Evil dures, may he not read the Voice, 'To make thee but for Death were toil ill-spent'?"
"Well, when the Angel of the darker drink At last shall find us by the river-brink, And offering his Cup invite our souls Forth to our lips to quaff, we shall not shrink." [Pg 142]
"No. But if in the sable Cup we knew Death without waking were the fateful brew, Nobler it were to curse as Coward Him Who roused us into light—then light withdrew."
"Then thou who didst with pitfall and with gin Beset the Road I was to wander in, Thou wilt not with Predestined Evil round Enmesh, and then impute my fall to sin."
"He will not. If one evil we endure To ultimate Debasing, oh, be sure 'Tis not of Him predestined, and the sin Not His nor ours—but fate's He could not cure."
"Yet, ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close! The Nightingale that on the branches sang— Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows?"
"So does it seem—no other joys like these! Yet Summer comes, and Autumn's honoured ease; And wintry Age, is't ever whisperless Of that Last Spring, whose Verdure may not cease?"
"Still, would some winged Angel ere too late Arrest the yet unfolded roll of Fate, And make the stern Recorder otherwise Enregister or quite obliterate!" [Pg 143]
"To otherwise enregister believe He toils eternally, nor asks Reprieve. And could Creation perfect from his hands Have come at Dawn, none overmuch should grieve."
So till the wan and early scene of day We strove, and silent turned at last away, Thinking how men in ages yet unborn Would ask and answer—trust and doubt and pray.
The young stork sleeps in the pine-tree tops, Down on the brink of the river. My baby sleeps by the bamboo copse— The bamboo copse where the rice field stops: The bamboos sigh and shiver.
The white fox creeps from his hole in the hill; I must pray to Inari. I hear her calling me low and chill— Low and chill when the wind is still At night and the skies are starry.
And ever she says, "He's dead! he's dead! Your lord who went to battle. How shall your baby now be fed, Ukibo fed, with rice and bread— What if I hush his prattle?" [Pg 145]
The red moon rises as I slip back, And the bamboo stems are swaying. Inari was deaf—and yet the lack, The fear and lack, are gone, and the rack, I know not why—with praying.
For though Inari cared not at all, Some other god was kinder. I wonder why he has heard my call, My giftless call—and what shall befall?... Hope has but left me blinder!
Winter has come in sackcloth and ashes (Penance for Summer's enverdured sheaves). Bitterly, cruelly, bleakly he lashes His limbs that are naked of grass and leaves.
He moans in the forest for sins unforgiven (Sins of the revelrous days of June)— Moans while the sun drifts dull from the heaven, Giftless of heat's beshriving boon.
Long must he mourn, and long be his scourging, (Long will the day-god aloof frown cold), Long will earth listen the rue of his dirging— Till the dark beads of his days are told.
This path will tell me where dark daisies dance To the white sycamores that dell them in; Where crow and flicker cry melodious din, And blackberries in ebon ripeness glance Luscious enticings under briery green. It will slip under coppice limbs that lean Brushingly as the slow-belled heifer pants Toward weedy water-plants That shade the pool-sunk creek's reluctant trance.
I shall find bell-flower spires beside the gap And lady phlox within the hollow's cool; Cedar with sudden memories of Yule Above the tangle tipped with blue skullcap. The high hot mullein fond of the full sun Will watch and tell the low mint when I've won The hither wheat where idle breezes nap, And fluffy quails entrap Me from their brood that crouch to escape mishap. [Pg 153]
Then I shall reach the mossy water-way That gullies the dense hill up to its peak, There dally listening to the eerie eke Of drops into cool chalices of clay. Then on, for elders odorously will steal My senses till I climb up where they heal The livid heat of its malingering ray, And wooingly betray To memory many a long-forgotten day.
There I shall rest within the woody peace Of afternoon. The bending azure frothed With silveryness, the sunny pastures swathed, Fragrant with morn-mown clover and seed-fleece; The hills where hung mists muse, and Silence calls To Solitude thro' aged forest halls, Will waft into me their mysterious ease, And in the wind's soft cease I shall hear hintings of eternities.
The world may hear The wind at his trees, The lark in her skies, The sea on his leas; May hear the song rise From the breast of a woman And think it as dear As heaven tho' human. But I have a music they can never know— The touch of you, soul of you, heart of you. Oh! All else that is said or sung 's but a part of you— Ever to me 'tis so!
Not only the lark but the robin too (Oh, heart o' my heart, come into the wood!) Is singing the air to gladness new As the breaking bud And the freshet's flood!
Not only the peeping grass and the scent— (Oh, love o' my life, fly unto me here!) Of violets coming ere April's spent— But the frog's shrill cheer And the crow's wild jeer!
Not only the blue, not only the breeze, (Oh, soul o' my heart, why tarry so long!) But sun that is sweeter upon the trees Than rills that throng To the brooklet's song!
Oh, heart o' my heart, oh, heart o' my love, (Oh soul o' my soul, haste unto me, haste!) For spring is below and God is above— But all is a waste Without thee—Haste!
The bliss of the wind in the redbud ringing! What shall we do with the April days! Kingcups soon will be up and swinging— What shall we do with May's!
The cardinal flings, "They are made for mating!" Out on the bough he flutters, a flame. Thrush-flutes echo "For mating's elating! Love is its other name!"
They know! know it! but better, oh, better, Dearest, than ever a bird in Spring, Know we to make each moment a debtor Unto love's burgeoning!
Could I, a poet, Implant the truth of you, Seize it and sow it As Spring on the world. There were no need To fling (forsooth) of you Fancies that only lovers heed! No, but unfurled, The bloom, the sweet of you, (As unto me they are opened oft) Would with their beauty's breath repeat of you All that my heart breathes loud or soft!
The East Wind is a Bedouin, And Nimbus is his steed; Out of the dusk with the lightning's thin Blue scimitar he flies afar, Whither his rovings lead. The Dead Sea waves And Egypt caves Of mummied silence laugh When he mounts to quench the Siroc's stench, And to wrench From his clutch the tyrant's staff.
The West Wind is an Indian brave Who scours the Autumn's crest. Dashing the forest down as a slave He tears the leaves from its limbs and weaves A maelstrom for his breast. Out of the night Crying to fright [Pg 166]The earth he swoops to spoil— There is furious scathe in the whirl of his wrath, In his path There is misery and moil.
The North Wind is a Viking—cold And cruel, armed with death! Born in the doomful deep of the old Ice Sea that froze ere Ymir rose From Niflheim's ebon breath. And with him sail Snow, Frost, and Hail, Thanes mighty as their lord, To plunder the shores of Summer's stores— And his roar's Like the sound of Chaos' horde.
The South Wind is a Troubadour; The Spring, his serenade. Over the mountain, over the moor, He blows to bloom from the winter's tomb Blossom and leaf and blade. He ripples the throat Of the lark with a note Of lilting love and bliss, And the sun and the moon, the night and the noon, Are a-swoon— When he woos them with his kiss.
Art thou enraged, O sea, with the blue peace Of heaven, so to uplift thine armèd waves, Thy billowing rebellion 'gainst its ease, And with Tartarean mutter from cold caves, From shuddering profundities where shapes Of awe glide through entangled leagues of ooze, To hoot thy watery omens evermore, And evermore thy moanings interfuse With seething necromancy and mad lore?
Or, dost thou labour with the drifting bones Of countless dead, thou mighty Alchemist, Within whose stormy crucible the stones Of sunk primordial shores, granite and schist, Are crumbled by thine all-abrasive beat? With immemorial chanting to the moon, And cosmic incantation dost thou crave Rest to be found not till thy wild be strewn Frigid and desert over earth's last grave? [Pg 171]
Thou seemest with immensity mad, blind— With raving deaf, with wandering forlorn; Parent of Demogorgon whose dire mind Is night and earthquake, shapeless shame and scorn Of the o'ermounting birth of Harmony. Bound in thy briny bed and gnawing earth With foamy writhing and fierce-panted tides, Thou art as Fate in torment of a dearth Of black disaster and destruction's strides.
And how thou dost drive silence from the world, Incarnate Motion of all mystery! Whose waves are fury-wings, whose winds are hurled Whither thy Ghost tempestuous can see A desolate apocalypse of death. Oh, how thou dost drive silence from the world, With emerald overflowing, waste on waste Of flashing susurration, dashed and swirled 'Gainst isles and continents and airs o'erspaced!
Nay, frustrate Hope art thou of the Unknown, Gathered from primal mist and firmament; A surging shape of Life's unfathomed moan, Whelming humanity with fears unmeant. Yet do I love thee, O, above all fear, And loving thee unconquerably trust The runes that from thy ageless surfing start Would read, were they revealed, gust upon gust, That Immortality is might of heart!
I thought I plunged into that dire Abyss Which is Oblivion, the house of Death. I thought there blew upon my soul the breath Of time that was but never more can be.
Ten thousand years I thought I lay within Its Void, blind, deaf, and motionless, until— Though with no eye nor ear—I felt the thrill Of seeing, heard its phantoms move and sigh.
First one beside me spoke, in tones that told He once had been a god,—"Persephone, Tear from thy brow its withered crown, for we Are king and queen of Tartarus no more;
And that wan, shrivelled sceptre in thy hand, Why dost thou clasp it still? Cast it away, For now it hath no virtue that can sway Dull shades or drive the Furies to their spoil. [Pg 173]
Cast it away, and give thy palm to mine: Perchance some unobliterated spark Of memory shall warm this dismal Dark. Perchance—vain! vain! love could not light such gloom."
He sank.... Then in great ruin by him moved Another as in travail of some thought Near unto birth; and soon from lips distraught By aged silence, fell, with hollow woe:
"Ah, Pluto, dost thou, one time lord of Styx And Acheron make moan of night and cold? Were we upon Olympus as of old Laughter of thee would rock its festal height.
But think, think thee of me, to whom or gloom Or cold were more unknown than impotence! See the unhurlèd thunderbolt brought hence To mock me when I dream I still am Jove!"
Too much it was: I withered in the breath; And lay again ten thousand lifeless years; And then my soul shook, woke—and saw three biers Chiselled of solid night majestically.
The forms outlaid upon them were unwound As with the silence of eternity. Numbing repose dwelt o'er them like a sea, That long hath lost tide, wave and roar, in death. [Pg 174]
"Ptah, Ammon, and Osiris are their names," A spirit hieroglyphed unto my soul, "Ptah, Ammon, and Osiris—they who stole The heart of Egypt from the God of gods:
"Aye, they! and these;" pointing to many wraiths That stood around—Baal, Ormuzd, Indra, all Whom frightened ignorance and sin's appall Had given birth, close-huddled in despair.
Their eyes were fixed upon a cloven slope Down whose descent still other forms a-fresh From earth were drawn, by the unceasing mesh Of Time to their irrevocable end.
"They are the gods," one said—"the gods whom men Still taunt with wails for help."—Then a deep light Upbore me from the Gulf, and thro' its might I heard the worlds cry, "God alone is God!"
The wind slipt over the hill And down the valley. He dimpled the cheek of the rill With a cooling kiss. Then hid on the bank a-glee And began to rally The rushes—Oh, I love the wind for this!
A cloud blew out of the west And spilt his shower Upon the lily-bud crest And the clematis. Then over the virgin corn Besprinkled a dower Of dew-gems—And, I love the cloud for this!
Thy mellow passioning amid the leaves Trembles around me in the summer dusk That falls along the oatlands' sallow sheaves And haunts above the runnel's voice a-husk With plashy willow and bold-wading reed. The solitude's dim spell it breaketh not, But softer mourns unto me from the mead Than airs within the dead primrose's heart, Or breath of silences in dells begot To soothe some grief-wan maid with love a-mort.
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On many sylvan eves of childhood thou Didst woo my homeward path with tenderness, Woo till the awing owlet ceased to cow With his chill screech of quavering distress. At phantom midnight wakened I have heard Thy mated dreams from the wind-eerie elm, [Pg 181]And as a potion medicined and myrrhed, As an enchantment's runic utterance, It would draw sleep back to her lulling realm Over my lids till day should disentrance.
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A priestess art thou of Simplicity, Who hath one fane—the heaven above thy nest; One incense—love; one stealing litany Of peace from rivered vale and upland crest. Yea, thou art Hers, who makes prayer of the breeze, Hope of the cool upwelling from sweet soils, Faith of the dark'ning distance, charities Of vesper scents, and of the glow-worm's throb Joy whose first leaping rends the care-wound coils That would earth of its heavenliness rob.
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But few, how few her worshippers! For we Cast at a myriad shrines our souls, to rise Beliefless, unanointed, bound not free, To sacrificing a vain sacrifice! Let thy lone innocence then quickly null Within our veins doubt-led and wrong desire Or drugging knowledge that but fills o'erfull Of feverous mystery the days we drain! Be thy warm notes like an Orphean lyre To lead us to life's Arcady again!
O Tintern, Tintern! evermore my dreams Troubled of thy grave beauty shall be born; Thy crumbling loveliness and ivy streams Shall speak to me for ever, from this morn; The wind-wild daws about thy arches drifting, Clouds sweeping o'er thy ruin to the sea, Gray Tintern, all the hills about thee, lifting Their misty waving woodland verdancy!
The centuries that draw thee to the earth In envy of thy desolated charm, The summers and the winters, the sky's girth Of sunny blue or bleakness, seek thy harm. But would that I were Time, then only tender Touch upon thee should fall as on I sped; Of every pillar would I be defender, Of every mossy window—of thy dead! [Pg 183]
Thy dead beneath obliterated stones Upon the sod that is at last thy floor, Who list the Wye not as it lonely moans Nor heed thy Gothic shadows grieving o'er. O Tintern, Tintern! trysting-place, where never Is wanting mysteries that move the breast, I'll hear thy beauty calling, ah, for ever— Till sinks within me the last voice to rest!
See, see!—the blows at his breast, Abyss at his back, The peril of dark that pressed, The doubts in a pack, That hunted to drag him down Have triumphed? and now He sinks who climbed for the crown To the Summit's brow?
No!—though at the foot he lies, Fallen and vain, With gaze to the peak whose skies, He could not attain, The victory is, with strength— No matter the past!— He'd dare it again, the dark length, And the fall at last!
When Autumn's melancholy robes the land With silence and sad fadings mystical Of other years move thro' the mellow fields, I turn unto this meadow of the dead Strewn with the leaves stormed from October trees, And wonder if my resting shall be dug Here by this cedar's moan or under the sway Of yonder cypress—lair of winds that rove As Valkyries from Valhalla's court In search of worthy slain. And sundry times with questioning I tease The entombed of their estate—seeking to know Whether 'tis sweeter in the grave to feel The oblivion of Nature's flow, or here Wander as gleam and shadow flit her face. Whether the harvesting of pain and joy Ends with the ivied slab, or whether death Pours the warm chrism of Immortality Into each human heart whose glow is spent. [Pg 186]Nor do my askings fall on the chill voids Of unavailing silence. For a voice Of sighing wind may answer, or it leaps, Though wordless, from a marble seraph's face. Or sometimes from unspeakable deeps of gold That ebb along the west revealings wing And tremor, like etherial swift tongues Unskilled of human speech, about my heart— Till, youth, age, death ... even earth's all, it seems, Are but wild moments wakened in that Soul, To whom infinities are as a span, Eternities as bird-flights o'er the sun, And worlds as sands blown from Sahara's wilds Into the sea....
Then twilight bells ring back My wandered spirit from the wilderness Of Mystery, whence none may find a path To the Unknown, and like one who upborne Has steered the unmeasured summer skies until Their calm seems God, I turn transfigured home.
And could I love it more—this simple scene Of cot-strewn hills and fields long-harvested, That lie as if forgotten were all green, So bare, so dead?
Or could my gaze more tenderly entwine Each pallid beech or silvery sycamore, Outreaching arms in patience to divine If winter's o'er?
Ah no, the wind has blown into my veins The blue infinity of sky, the sense Of meadows free to-day from icy pains— From wintry vents.
And sunny peace more virgin than the glow Falling from eve's first star into the night, Brings hope believing what it ne'er can know With mortal sight.
Ah, what a changeling! Yester you dashed from the west, Altho' it is Spring, And scattered the hail with maniac zest Thro' the shivering corn—in scorn For the labour of God and man. And now from the plentiful South you haste, With lovingest fingers, To ruefully lift and wooingly fan The lily that lingers a-faint on the stalk: As if the chill waste Of the earth's May-dreams, The flowers so full of her joy, Were not—as it seems— A wanton attempt to destroy.
Ah, it was here—September And silence filled the air— I came last year to remember, And muse, hid away from care. It was here I came—the thistle Was trusting her seed to the wind; The quail in the croft gave whistle As now—and the fields lay thinned.
I know how the hay was steeping, Brown mows under mellow haze; How a frail cloud-flock was creeping As now over lone sky-ways. Just there where the cat-bird's calling Her mock-hurt note by the shed, The use-worn wain was stalling In the weedy brook's dry bed. [Pg 193]
And the cricket, lone little chimer Of day-long dreams in the vines, Chirred on like a doting rhymer O'er-vain of his firstling lines. He's near me now by the aster, Beneath whose shadowy spray A sultry bee seeps faster As the sun slips down the day.
And there are the tall primroses Like maidens waiting to dance. They stood in the same shy poses Last year, as if to entrance The stately mulleins to waken From death and lead them around: And still they will stand untaken, Till drops their gold to the ground.
Yes, it was here—September And silence round me yearned. Again I've come to remember, Again for musing returned To the searing fields assuaging, And the falling leaves' sad balm: Away from the world's keen waging— To harvest and hills and calm.
The eve of Golgotha had come, And Christ lay shrouded in the garden's tomb: Among the olives, Oh, how dumb, How sad the sun incarnadined the gloom!
The hill grew dim—the pleading cross Reached empty arms toward the closing gate. Jerusalem, oh, count thy loss! Oh, hear ye! hear ye! ere it be too late!
Reached bleeding arms—but how in vain! The murmurous multitude within the wall Already had forgot His pain— To-morrow would forget the cross—and all!
They knew not Rome before its sign, Bending her brow bound with the nations' threne, Would sweep all lands from Nile to Rhine In servitude unto the Nazarene. [Pg 195]
Nor knew that millions would forsake Ancestral shrines great with the glow of time, And lifting up its token shake Aeons with thrill of love or battle's crime.
With empty arms aloft it stood: Ah, Scribe and Pharisee, ye builded well! The cross emblotted with His blood Mounts, highest Hope of men against earth's hell!
Upon how many a hill, Across how many a field, Beside how many a river's whispery flowing, They stand, with eyes a-thrill, And hearts of day-rue healed, Gazing, O wistful sun, upon thy going!
They have forgotten life, Forgotten sunless death; Desire is gone—is it not gone for ever? No memory of strife Have they, or pain-sick breath, No hopes to fear or fears hope cannot sever.
Silent the gold steals down The west, and mystery Moves deeper in their hearts and settles darker. 'Tis faded—the day's crown; But strange and shadowy They see the Unseen as night falls stark and starker. [Pg 197]
Like priests whose altar fires Are spent, immovable They stand, in awful ecstasy uplifted. Zephyrs awake tree-lyres, The starry deeps are full, Earth with a mystic majesty is gifted.
Ah, sunset-lovers, though Time were but pulsing pain, And death no more than its eternal ceasing, Would you not choose the throe, Hold the oblivion vain, To have beheld so many days releasing?
Not pain nor the sunny wine Of gladness steepeth my still spirit as I lift my gaze across the winter meads Engarmented in stubble robes of brown. For, as those solitary trees afar Have reached unbudding boughs To the dim warmth of the February sun, And melted on the infinite calm of space, So I have reached—and am no more distraught With the quivering pangs of memory's yesterday. But the boon of blue skies deeper than despair, Of rests that rise As tides of sleep, And care borne on the plumes Of swan-swift clouds away to the sullen shades Of quelled snow-storms low-lying in the west, Have lulled my soul with soft infinitude. And now ... down sinks the sun, Until, half-arched above the marge of earth, It hangs, a golden door, Through which effulgent Paradise beyond [Pg 200]Burns seeming forth along the path of those Who, crowned by Death with Life, pass to its portal. How soon 'tis closed—how soon! The trumpetings Of seraphs whose gold blasts of light break o'er Purplescent passing battlements of cloud, Sound clear ... then comes the dusk!
Dimming in sunniness, aerily distant, Valley and hillside float; Up to me wavering, softly insistent, Wanders the wood-brook's note.
Anchored beyond in azure unending Cloud-sails await wind-tide. Oh, for the skylands where soon they'll be wending— And, unabiding, bide.
Where Time aflow thro' infinite spaces Stays for no throttle of pain! Where the stars go at eve to their places; Where silence never shall wane!
Where there's no sense but of beauty's wild sweetness, Thought but of sweetening beauty! Where wanting's stilled in unwanting's completeness— Where peace is duty!
I knew she would come! Sarcastic November Laughed cold and glum On the last red ember Of forest leaves. He was laughing, the scorner, At me forlorner Than any that grieves— Because I asked him if June would come!
But I knew she would come! When snow-hearted winter Gripped river and loam, And the wind sped flinter On icy heel, I was chafing my sorrow And yearning to borrow A hope that would steal Across the hours—till June should come. [Pg 203]
And now she is here.— The wanton!—I follow Her steps, ever near, To the shade of the hollow Where violets blow: And chide her for leaving, Tho' half, still, believing She taunted me so, To make her abided return more dear.
Brown dropping of leaves, Soft rush of the wind, Slow searing of sheaves On the hill; Green plunging of frogs, Cool lisp of the brook, Far barking of dogs At the mill; Hot hanging of clouds, High poise of the hawk, Flush laughter of crowds From the Ridge; Nut-falling, quail-calling, Wheel-rumbling, bee-mumbling— Oh, sadness, gladness, madness, Of an autumn day at the bridge!
Her voice is vibrant beauty dipt In dreams of infinite sorrow and delight. Thro' an awaiting soul 'tis slipt And lo, words spring that breathe immortal might.
Out of the night of lovelessness I call Thee, as, in a chill chamber where no ray Of unbelievable light and freedom fall, Might cry one manacled! And tho' the way Thou'lt come I cannot see; tho' my heart's sore With emptiness when morning's silent gray Wakes me to long aloneness; yet I know Thou hast been with me, who like dawn wilt go Beside me, when I have found thee, evermore!
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So in the garden of my heart each day I plant thee a flower. Now the pansy, peace, And now the lily, faith—or now a spray Of the climbing ivy, hope. And they ne'er cease Around the still unblossoming rose of love To bend in fragrant tribute to her sway. Then—for thy shelter from life's sultrier suns, The oak of strength I set o'er joy that runs With brooklet glee from winds that grieve above.
But where now art thou? Watching with love's eye The eve-star wander? Listening through dim trees Some thrilled muezzin of the forest cry From his leafy minaret? Or by the sea's Blue brim, while the spectral moon half o'er it hangs Like the faery isle of Avalon, do these My yearnings speak to thee of days thy feet Have never trod?—Sweet, sweet, oh, sealing sweet, My own, must be our meeting's mystic pangs.
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And will be soon! For last night near to day, Dreaming, God called me thro' the space-built sphere Of heaven and said, "Come, waiting one, and lay Thine ear unto my Heart—there thou shall hear The secrets of this world where evils war." Such things I heard as must rend mortal clay To tell, and trembled—till God, pitying, Said, "Listen" ... Oh, my love, I heard thee sing Out of thy window to the morning star!
Though thou hast ne'er unpent thy pain's delight Upon these airs, bird of the poet's love, Yet must I sing thy singing! for the Night Has poured her jewels o'er the lap of heaven As they who've heard thee say thou dost above The wood such ecstasies as were not given By nestling breasts of Venus to the dove.
Oft I have watched the moon orb her fair gold, Still clung to by the tattered mists of day And look for thee. Then has my hope grown bold Till almost I could see how the near laurels Would tremble with thy trembling: but the sway Of bards who've wreathed thee with unfading chorals Has held my longing lips from this poor lay.
None but the sky-hid lark whose spirit is Too high for earth may vie for praise with thee In aery rhapsody. And since 'tis his To sing of day and joy as thou of sorrow [Pg 209]And night o'erhovering singest, thou'lt e'er be More dear than he—till hearts shall cease to borrow From grief the healing for life's mystery.
Then loose thy song! Though no grave ear may list Its lyric trouble, still 'tis soothing sweet To know that songs unheard and graces missed By every eye melt on the skies that nourish Us with immortal blue; and, changed, repeat Their protean loveliness in all we cherish. For beauty cannot die, howe'er 'tmay fleet.
A host of bloody centuries lie prone Upon the fields of Time—but still the wake Of Progress loud is haunted with the groan Of myriads, from whose peaceful veins, to slake His scarlet thirst, has War, fierce Polypheme Of fate, insatiately drunk Life's stream. We bid the courier lightning leap along Its metal path with spaceless speed—command Stars lost in night-eternity to throng Before the magnet eye of Science—stand On Glory's peak and triumphingly cry Out mastery of earth and sea and air. But unto War's necessity we bare Our piteous breasts—and impotently die.
Oh, the long dawn, the weary, endless dawn, When sleep's oblivion is torn away From love that died with dying yesterday But still unburied in the heart lies on!
Oh, the sick gray, the twitter in the trees, The sense of human waking o'er the earth! The quivering memories of love's fair birth Now strown as deathless flowers o'er its decease!
Oh, the regret, and oh, regretlessness, Striving for sovranty within the soul! Oh, fear that life shall never more be whole, And immortality but make it less!
Summer's last moon has waned— Waned As amber fires Of an Aztec shrine. The invisible breath of coming death has stained The withering leaves with its nepenthean wine— Autumn's near.
Winds in the woodland moan— Moan As memories Of a chilling yore. Magnolia seeds like Indian beads are strewn From crimson pods along the earth's sere floor— Autumn's near.
Solitude slowly steals, Steals Her silent way By the songless brook. At the gnarly yoke of a solemn oak she kneels, The musing joy of sadness in her look— Autumn's near. [Pg 220]
Yes, with her golden days— Days When hope and toil Are at peace and rest— Autumn is near, and the tired year 'mid praise Lies down with leaf and blossom on her breast— Autumn's near.
A-bask in the mellow beauty of the ripening sun, Sad with the lingering sense of summer's purpose done, The cut and searing fields stretch from me one by one Along the creek.
The corn-stooks drop their shadows down the fallow hill; Wearing autumnal warmth the farm sleeps by the mill, Around each heavy eave low smoke hangs blue and still— Life's flow is weak.
Along the weedy roads and lanes I walk—or pause— Ponder a fallen nut or quirking crow whose caws Seem with prehuman hintings fraught or ancient awes Of forest-deeps.
Of forest deeps the pale-face hunter never trod, Nor Indian, with the silent stealth of Nature shod; Deeps tense with the timelessness and solitude of God Who never sleeps. [Pg 222]
And many times has Autumn, on her harvest way, Gathered again into the earth leaf, fruit, and spray; Here many times dwelt rueful as she dwells to-day, The while she reaps.
I hear the moaning rains beat on your rest In the long nights of Winter and his wind— And Death, the woeful, guilty of your fall, Crying that he has sinned.
Scene: A Hall of Judgment in the palace ofSaulat Gibeah.
The walls and pillars of cedar are richly carven—with
serpents, pomegranates, and cherubim in gold. The floors are
of bright marble; the throne of ivory hung with a lion's
skin whose head is its footstool. On the right, by the
throne, and on the left are doors to other portions of the
palace; they are draped with woven curtains of purple and
white. In the rear, which is open and supported on
pillars, a porch crosses a court. Through the porch, on the
environing hills, glow the camp-fires of the Philistines, the
enemies of Israel. Lamps in the Hall burn low, and on the
floorJudith, LeahandZillaare reclining restively.
Judith (springing to her feet impatiently). O for a feast, pomegranate wine and song!
Leah. Oh! Oh!
Zilla. A feast indeed! the men in camp! [Pg 238]When was a laugh or any leaping here? Never; and none to charm with timbreling!
(She goes to the porch.)
Leah. What shall we do?
Judith. I'll dance.
Zilla. Until you're dead.
Judith. Or till a youth wed Zilla for her beauty? I'll not soil mine with sullen fear all day Because these Philistines press round. As well Be wenches gathering grapes or wool! Come, Leah.
(She prepares to dance.)
Leah. No, Judith, I'll put henna on my nails,
(Sits down.)
And mend my anklet.
Zilla (at the curtains). Oh! Oh! Oh!
Judith. Now, hear her! Who, who, now? who, who is it? dog, fox, devil?
Zilla. All!
Judith. Then 'tis Ishui! (Bounding to curtains.) Yes, Ishui! And fury in him, sallow, souring fury! A jackal were his mate! Come, come, we'll plague him.
Zilla. Shall we—with David whom he hates?
Judith. Aie, David! The joy of rousing men to jealousy!
Leah. Why hates he David, Zilla?
Zilla. Stupid Leah!
Judith. Hush, hush, be meet and ready now; he's near. Look as for silly visions and for dreams!
Zilla. Prince Ishui! Then he Will tell us! he will tell us!
Leah. Yes!
Judith. Of David! O, is he come? when, where?—quick, quick. And will He pluck us ecstasies out of his harp, Winning until we're wanton for him, mad, And sigh and laugh and weep to the moon?
Ishui. Low thing! Chaff of the king!
Judith. The king! I had not thought! David a king! how beauteous would he be!
Ishui. David?
Judith. Turban of sapphire! robe of gold!
Ishui. A king? o'er Israel?
Judith. Who, who can tell? Have you not heard? Yesterday in the camp, Among war-old but fearful men, he offered Kingly to meet Goliath—great Goliath!
Ishui. What do you say? to meet Goliath?
Judith (laughing in his face). Aie!
(Thrust from him, she goes, dancing withZillaandLeah.)
Adriel (who has entered). Ishui, in a rage?
Ishui. Should I not be?
Adriel. Not would you be yourself.
Ishui. Not? (Deftly.) You say well. [Pg 240]I should not, no. Pardon then, Adriel.
Adriel. What was the offence?
Ishui. Turn from it: I have not Bidden you here for vapours ... tho' they had Substance as well for you!
Adriel. For me?
Ishui. Who likes Laughter against him?
Adriel. I was laughed at?
Ishui. Why, It is this shepherd!
Adriel. David?
Ishui. With his harp! Flinging enchantment on the palace air Till he impassions to him all who breathe.
Adriel. What sting from that? He's lovable and brave.
Ishui. Lovable? lovable?
Adriel. I do not see.
Ishui. This, then: you've hither come with gifts and gold, Dream-bringing amethyst and weft of Ind, To wed my sister, Merab?
Adriel. It is so.
Ishui. And you've the king's consent; but she denies?
Adriel. As every wind, you know it.
Ishui. Still denies! And you, lost in the maze of her, fare on Blindly and find no reason for it!
Adriel. How? What reason can be? women are not clear; [Pg 241]And least unto themselves.
Ishui. Or to their fools.
(Goes to curtain, draws outAdah.)
Your mistress, Merab, girl, whom does she love? Unclench your hands.
Adah. I hate her.
Ishui. Insolent! Answer; I am not milky Jonathan, Answer; and for the rest—You hear?
Adah. She loves— The shepherd David!
Adriel. Who, girl?
Adah. I care not! She is unkind; I will not spy for her On Michal, and I'll tell her secrets all! And David does not love her—and she raves.
Ishui. Off to your sleep; be off—
(Makes to strike her.)
Adriel. Ishui, no.
(Adahgoes.)
Ishui (gnashingly). Then see you now how "lovable" he is? I tell you that he stands athwart us all! The heart of Merab swung as a censer to him, My seat at table with the king usurped! Mildew and mocking to the harp of Doeg As it were any slave's; the while we all Are lepered with suspicion.
Michal. He's not at rest; dreads Samuel's prophecy The throne shall pass from him, and darkens more Against this boundless Philistine Goliath Who dares at Israel daily on the hills, As we were dogs!
Adriel. Is David with him?
Michal. No; But he is sent for—and will ease him—Ah! He's wonderful to heal the king with his harp! A waft, a sunny leap of melody, And swift the hovering mad shadow's gone— As magic!
Ishui. Michal.... Curst!
Michal. What anger's this?
Ishui. Disdaining Doeg and his plea to dust, His waiting and the winning o'er of Edom, You are enamoured of this David too?
Michal. I think my brother Ishui hath a fever.
(She goes, calmly, withMiriam.)
Ishui. Now are you kindled—are you quivering, Or must this shepherd put upon us more?
Ishui. Why have senses. He With Samuel the prophet fast enshrouds Some secret, and has Samuel not told The kingdom from my father shall be rent And fall unto one another?
Adriel. You are certain?
Ishui. As granite.
(Voices are heard in altercation.)
Yonder!
Adriel. The king?
Ishui. And Samuel With prophecy or some refusal tears him!
(They step aside.Saul, followed bySamuel, strides in and
mounts the throne.)
Saul. You threat, and ever thunder threatening! Pour seething prophecy into my veins, Till a simoon of madness in me moves. Am I not king, the king? chosen and sealed? Who've been anathema and have been bane Unto the foes of Israel, and filled The earth with death of them? And do you still forbid that I bear gold And bribe away this Philistine array Folded about us, fettering with flame?
Samuel. Yes,—yes! While there is air—and awe of Heaven Do I forbid! A champion must rise To level this Goliath. Thus may we Loose on them pest of panic and of fear. [Pg 244]
Saul. Are forty days not dead? A champion! None will arise—'tis vain. And I'll not wait On miracle.
Ishui. Do you not see it crawl, this serpent scheme? Goliath slain—the people mad with praise, Then fallen from you—Michal the victor's wife....
Saul. Say on, say on.
Ishui. Or else the champion slain— Fear on the people—panic—the kingdom's ruin!
Saul. Now do the folds slip from me.
Ishui. And you see? Ah, then, if one arise? If one arise?
Saul. Death, death! If he hath touched this prophet—if Merely a little moment!—
Ishui. I have seen Your David with him.
Saul. Death! if —— Come here: David?
Ishui. In secret.
Saul. Say you?
Ishui. Yes.
Saul. The folds slip further; To this you lead me—hatred against David! To this with supple envy's easy glide!
Ishui. I have but told——
Saul. You have but builded lies, As ever you are building and for ever. [Pg 246]I'll hear no more against him—Abner!—no.
(ToAbner, who enters.)
David, and with his harp.
Abner. My lord——
Saul. Not come? He is not come? Forever he delays!
(Remounts throne.)
Abner. Time's yet to pass.
Saul. There is not. Am I king?
(A harp is heard.)
See you, 'tis he!... 'Tis David!... And he sings!
David (bravely, within).
Smiter of Hosts, Terrible Saul! Vile on the hills shall he laugh who boasts None is among Great Israel's all Fearless for Saul, King Saul!
(Entering with people of the palace.)
Aye, is there none Galled of the sting, Will at the soul of Goliath run? Wring it and up To his false gods fling?... None for the king, the king?
(He drops to his knee, amid praise, before the throne.)
Saul (darkening). Forego this praise and stand Away from him; 'tis overmuch.
(ToDavid.) Why have [Pg 247]You dallied and delayed?
David. My lord, delayed?
Saul. Do not smile wonder, mocking!
David. Why, my lord, I do not mock. Only the birds have wings. Yet on the vales behind me I have left Haste and a swirl, a wonderment of air, And in the torrent's troubled vein amaze, So swift I hurried hither at your urgence Out of the fields and folding the far sheep!
Saul. You have not; you have dallied. (Motions rest out.) You have dallied.
(Comes down indeterminately.)
And now——
David. And now the king with darkness foams, With sheeted passions like to lightning gusts.
(All have gone.)
Shall I not play to him?
Saul. You shall not, no.
(Slowly draws a dagger.)
I'll not be lulled.
David. But show a tiger gleam? Terrible fury stealing from the heart And crouching cold within the eye, O Saul?
Saul. I'll not endure. They say that you——
David. They say? What is this ravage in you? Does the truth So limpid overflow in palaces? Never an enemy to venom it? [Pg 248]Am I not David, faithful, and thy friend?
Saul. I'll slay you and regretless.
David (unmoving). Slay, my lord?
Saul. Do you not fear? And brave me to my breast?
David. Have I done wrong that I should fear the king? Reed as I am, could he not breathe and break? And I should be oblivion at a word! But under the terror of his might have I Not seen his heart beat justice and beat love? See, even now!...
Saul. I will not listen to them!
David. To whom, my lord, and what?
Saul. Ever they say, "This David," and "This David!"
David. Ah, my harp!
Saul. But think you, David, I shall lose the kingdom?
David (starting). My lord!...
Saul. Pain in your eyes? you think it? Deem I cannot overleap this destiny?
David. To that let us not verge; it has but ill. Deeper the future gulf is for our fears. Forget it. Forget the brink may ever gape, And wield the throne so well that God Himself Must not unking you, more than He would cry The morning star from Heaven! Then, I swear it, None else will!
David. But words, Foolishly from the heart; a shepherd speech! Give them no mood; but see, see yonder fires Camping upon the peace of Israel, As we were carrion beneath the sun! Let us conceive annihilation on them, Hurricane rush and deluging and ruin.
Saul. Ah, but the prophecy! the prophecy! It eats in me the food of rest and ease. And David, nearer: Samuel in my stead Another hath anointed.
David. Saul, not this! This should not fall to me, my lord; no more! You cannot understand; it pains beyond All duty and enduring!
Saul. Pains beyond...? Who is he? know you of him? do you? know you? You sup the confidence of Samuel? I'll search from Nile to Nineveh——
David. My lord!
Saul. Mountain and desert, wilderness and sea, Under and over, search—and find.
David. Peace, peace!
(EnterMichaljoyously.)
Michal. O father, father! David! Listen!... Why All here is dark and quivering as pain, And a foreboding binds me ere I breathe! David, you have not been as sun to him!
Michal. Father, a secret! Oh, and it will make Dawn and delight in you!
Saul. Perhaps; then, well?
Michal. Oh, I have heard...!
Saul. Have heard!—Why do you pale?
(She stands unaccountably moved.)
Now are you Baal-bit?
David. Michal!
Michal (in terror). David!... the dread What does it mean? I cannot speak! It shrinks Shivering down upon my heart in awe!
David. And numbs you so?—Let it rush from your lips! Can any moving in the world so bring Terror upon you! Speak, what is it?
Michal. Ah! I know not; danger rising and its wing Sudden against my lips!
David. To warn?
Michal. It shall not! There—now again flows joy: I think it flows.
Saul. Then—you have heard...?
Michal. Yes, father, yes! Have you Not much desired discovery of whom Samuel hath anointed?
Saul. Well?
Michal. I've found——
(Davidblenches.)
Almost have found! A prophetess to-day [Pg 251]Hath told me that he is a——
(Realises.)
Saul. Now you cease?
(She stands horrified.)
Sudden and senseless!
Michal. David!—No!
Saul. God! God! Have I not bidden swiftly! Ever then Vexation? I could—Ah. Will she not speak!
Michal. I cannot.
Saul. Cannot! Are you flesh of me?
David. My lord, not anger! Hear me ...
Saul. Cannot?
David. Hear! Her lips could never seal upon a wrong. Sudden divinity is on them, silence Sent for the benison of Israel, Else were it shattered by her love to you! Believe, in all the riven realm of duty There's no obedience from thee she would hold. If it seem other——
(EnterAbnerhurriedly.)
Abner. Pardon, O king. A word.
Saul. I will not. Do you come with vexing too?
Abner. The Philistines—some fury is afoot; A spy's within our gates—and scorns to speak.
Saul. Conspiracy of silence!... Back to him.
(Abnergoes.)
(ToDavidandMichal.) But you—I'll not forget. [Pg 252]I'll not forget.
(Goes trembling, his look bent backward still upon them.)
David (casting off gloom, then joyful). Forget! anointing peril! What are they all? Michal!—for me you have done this, for me?
(She stands immovable.)
I'm swung with joy as palms of Abila!
(Goes to her.)
A princess, you! and warm within your veins Live sympathy and all love unto your father, Yet you have shielded me?
Michal. You are the anointed?
David. I am—oh, do not flint your loveliness!— I am the anointed, but all innocent In will or hope of any envious wrong, As lily blowing of blasphemy! as dew Upon it is of enmity!
Michal. Anointed! You whom the king uplifted from the fields!
David. And who am ever faithful to him!
Michal. You, Whom Jonathan loves more than women love!
David. Yet reaches not my love to Jonathan!
Michal. You—you!
David. But, hear me!
Michal. You, of all!
David. O hear! Of my anointing Jonathan is 'ware, Knows it is holy, helpless, innocent [Pg 253]As dawn or a drift of dreaming in the night! Knows it unsought—out of the skies—supernal— From the inspirèd cruse of Samuel! For Israel it dripped upon me, and For Israel must drip until I die! Or till high Gath and Askalon are blown Dust on the wind, and all Philistia Lie peopleless and still under the stars!... Goliath, then, a laughter evermore!... Still, still you shrink? do you not see, not feel?
Michal. So have you breathed yourself about my heart, Even as moonlit incense, spirit flame Burning away all barrier!
David. But see!
Michal. And all the world has streamed a rapture in, Till even now my lids from anger falter And the dew falls!
David. Restrain! O do not weep! Upon my heart each tear were as a sea Flooding it from all duty but the course Of thy delight!
Michal. Poor, that I should have tears! Fury were better, tempest! O weak eyes, When 'tis my father, and with Samuel You creep to steal his kingdom!
David. Michal!... God!
Michal. Yes, steal it!
David. Cruel! fell accusal! Yea, Utterly false and full of wounding! [Pg 254](Struggling, then with control.) Yet, Forgive that even when thy arrows sink Deeper than all the skill of time can draw, I spare thee not the furrowed face of pain ... Delirious wings of hope that fluttered up, At last to fall!
(Moves to go.)
Michal. David!
David. Farewell!
Michal. ... You must not!
David. Peace to you, peace and joy!
Michal. You must not go!
(He turns. She sways and reaches to him her arms.
As they move togetherDoegandMerabappear, but
vanish from the curtains asMichalutters dismay.)
Michal. Merab and Doeg!
David (has sprung to her). Yet what matter, now! Were it the driven night-unshrouded dead! Under the firmament is but one need, That you will understand!
Michal. But Merab! ah, She's cunning, cold and cruel, and she loves thee; Hath told her love to Ahinoam the queen! And Doeg hates thee—since for me he's mad!
David. Then be his hate as wild, as wide as winds That gather up the desert for their blast, Be it as Sheol deep, stronger than stars That fling fate on us, and I care not, care not, If I am trusted and to Michal truth! [Pg 255]Hear, hear me! for the kingdom, tho 't may come, I yearn not; but for you!
Michal. No, no!
David. For you! Since I a shepherd o'er a wild of hills First beheld you the daughter of the king Amid his servants, leaning, still with noon, Beautiful under a tamarisk, until All beauty else is dead——
Michal. Ah, cease!
David. Since then I have been wonder, ecstasy and dream! The moulded light and fragrant miracle, Body of you and soul, lifted me till When you departed——
Michal. No, you rend me!
David. I Fell thro' infinity of void!
Michal. No more!
David. Then came the prophet Samuel with anointing! My hope sprung as the sun!
Michal. I must not hear!
David. Then was I called to play before the king. Here in this hall where cherubim shine out, Where the night silence——
Michal. David!
David. Strung me tense, I waited, shepherd-timid, and you came, You for the king to try my skill! you, you! [Pg 256]
Michal. Leave me, ah leave! I yield!
David. And often since Have we not swayed and swept thro' happy hours, Far from the birth unto the bourne of bliss?
Michal. And I——
David. To-night you did not to the king Reveal my helpless chrism, give me to peril. Say but the reason!
Michal. David!
David. Speak, O speak!
Michel. And shall I, shall I? how this prophetess Miriam hath foretold——
David. Some wonder? speak!
Michal (springs up the throne, then down). No, no! horror in me moans out against it. Wed me with destiny against my father? Dethrone my mother? Ah!
David. Not that—no wrong!
Michal. Then swear conspiracy upon its tide Never shall lift you!
David. Deeper than soul or sea, Deep as divinity is deep, I swear. If it shall come, the kingdom——
Michal. "If!" not "if." Surrender this anointing! Spurn it, say You never will be king though Israel Kingless go mad for it!
Michal. And will. But to reign over Israel you care, Not for the peace of it!
David. Thus all is vain; A seething on the lips, I'll say no more.... Care but to reign and not for Israel's calm? I who am wounded with her every wound?... Look out upon yon Philistine bold fires Lapping the night with bloody tongue—look out!
(A commotion is heard within.)
As God has swung the world and hung for ever The infinite in awe, to-morrow night Not one of them shall burn!
Michal. You pall me!
David. None!
Michal. What is this strength! It seizes on me! No, I'll not believe; no, no, more than I would From a boy's breath or the mere sling you wear A multitude should flee! And you shall learn A daughter to a father may be true Tho' paleness be her doom until she die!
(She turns to go. EnterJonathaneagerly.)
Jonathan. David!
David. My friend—my Jonathan! 'Tis you?
(They embrace.Michalgoes.)
Jonathan. Great heart, I've heard how yesterday before [Pg 258]The soldiers you.... But Michal's gone! No word?
David. The anointing.
Jonathan. Ah, she knows?
David. All.
Jonathan. And disdains Believing? tell me.
David. No, not now—not now. Let me forget it in a leap of deeds.
(The commotion sounds again.)
For there is murmur misty of distress, What is it? sprung of the Philistines? new terror? This sounding giant flings again his foam? Jonathan, I am flame that will not wait. What is it? I must strike.
Jonathan. David....
David. Tell me, And do not bring dissuasion more, or pause.
Jonathan. The king comes here.
David. Now?
Jonathan. With a spy who keeps Fiercely to silence.
David. Then is peril up! Jonathan...!
Jonathan. David, you must cool from this. Determination surges you o'erfar. I will not see you rush on perishing, Not though it be the aid of Israel.
David. I must.... I will not let them ever throng, Staining the hills, and starving us from peace. [Pg 259]Rather the last ray living in me, rather Death and the desecration of the worm. Bid me not back with love, nor plea; I must!
Jonathan. But think——
David. No thought!
Jonathan. 'Twere futile—
David. Hear; the king!
Jonathan. The madness of it!
David. No, and see; they come.
Jonathan. Strangely my father is unstrung.
David. They come.
(EnterSaul, withSamuel; soldiers with the spy, AhinoamwithAbner; and all the court in suppressed dread.)
Saul (toSamuel). He will not speak, but scorns me, and his lips Bitterly curve and grapple. But he shall Learn there is torture to it! Set him forth.
(The spy is thrust forward.)
Tighten his bonds up till he moan.
(It is done.)
Aye, gasp, Accursed Philistine! Now wilt thou tell The plan and passion of the people 'gainst us?
Spy. Baal!
Saul. Tighten the torture more.... Now will you?
Spy (in agony). Yea!
Saul. On, then, reveal.
Spy. New forces have arrived, [Pg 260]Numberless; more than peaks of Arabah.
(General movement of uneasiness.)
Unless before to-morrow's moon one's sent To overthrow Goliath ... Gods! the pain!
Saul. Well? Well?
Spy. Then Gibeah attacked, and all, Even to sucking babes, they'll put to sword!
(A movement of horror.)
Ahinoam. All Gibeah!
A Woman. My little ones! No, no!
(She rushes frantically out.)
Samuel. Then, Saul of Gibeah, one thing and one Alone is to be done. A champion, To break this beetling giant down to death!
Saul. There is none.
Samuel. Is none! Call! I order it.
Saul. Then who will dare against him! (A silence.) See you now.
Samuel. You, Abner, will not?
Abner. It were death and vain.
Samuel. Doeg, chief servant of the king?
Doeg. Why me? Had I a mother out of Israel? I am an alien, an Edomite.
David. My lord, this is no more endurable!
(Steps forth.)
Futile and death? Alien? Edomite? Has not this Philistine before the gates, With insult and illimitable breath [Pg 261]Vaunting of vanity and smiting laughter, Boasted and braved and threatened up to Baal? And now unless one slay him, Israel From babe to age must bleed and be no more! I am a shepherd, have but seized the lion And throttled the bleating kid out of his throat; Little it then beseems that I thrust in Where battle captains pale and falter off; But this is past all carp of rank or station. One must go out—Goliath must have end.
Doeg. Ah, ah! and you will!
Ishui.You?
Jonathan. No, David!
Saul.You?
David. Sudden you hound about me ravenous? Have I thrown doom not daring to your feet, Ruler of Israel, that you rise wild, Livid above me as an avalanche?
Doeg. A plot! it is a plot! He will be slain— From you, my lord, dominion then will fall! Or should it not ...
Samuel. Liar! it is no plot. But courage sprung seraphic out of night, Beautiful, yea, a bravery from God!
Michal (behind the throng). Open! and let me enter! Open!
(She enters.)
Father! It is not false? but now, the uttermost? To-morrow, if Goliath still exult, [Pg 262]There's peril of desolation, bloody ruin?
Samuel. I answer for him; yea.
Michal. Then to your will, Father, unto will of yesterday I bend me now with sacrificial joy. Unto Goliath's slayer is the hand Of Michal, the king's daughter!
David (joyously). Michal! Michal!
Doeg. See you, my lord? Do you not understand?
Ishui. It is another coiling of their plot!
Michal. Coiling of plot? What mean you?
Merab. Ah! You know Not it is David offers against Goliath?
Michal. David? (Shrinking.) David?
(A low tumult is heard without. Enter a Captain hurriedly.)
Captain. O King, bid me to speak!
Saul. Then speak!
Captain. Fear is upon the host. There will Be mutiny unless, Goliath slain, Courage spring up anew.
David. My lord, then, choose! Ere longer waiting fester to disaster.
Samuel. Yea, king of Gibeah, and bid him go, And Michal for his meed! or evermore Evil be on you and the sear of shame— And haunting memory beyond the tomb!
Saul. Then let him—let him. And upon the field Of Ephes-Dammin. But I am not blind!
Scene.—The royal tent ofSaulpitched on one hill of the battlefield
of Ephes-Dammin. The tent is of black embroidered
with various warlike designs. To one side on a daïs are
the chairs ofSaulandAhinoam; alsoDavid'sharp. On
the other side, toward the front, is a table with weapons.
The tent wall is lifted along the back, revealing on the opposite
hill, across a deep narrow valley, the routed camp of the
Philistines; before it in gleaming brazen armour liesGoliathslain. Other hills beyond, and the sky above. By the small
table, her back to the battlefield, sitsMerabin cold anger.
Ahinoamand several women look out in ecstasy towardDavid, Saul, Jonathan, and the army, returning victorious,
and shouting.
First Woman. See, see, at last!
Second Woman. They come!
Third Woman. An avalanche! Over the brook and bright amid hosannas!
Second Woman. And now amid the rushes!
First Woman. And the servants! Goliath's head high-borne upon a charger! [Pg 265]The rocks that cry reverberant and vast! The people and the palms!
Third woman. Yea, all the branches Torn from the trees! The waving of them—O!
Second Woman. And David, see! triumphant, calm, between The king and Jonathan!... His glory All the wild generations of the wind Ever shall utter! Hear them— (The tumult ascends afar.) "David! David!" O queen! a sea of shouting!
Ahinoam. Which you crave? Then go and lave you in this tide of joy.
(The women go rapturously.Ahinoamturns.)
Merab. Mother!
Ahinoam. My daughter?
Merab. Well?
Ahinoam. They all are gone.
Merab. And Michal, where?
Ahinoam. I do not know, my child.
Merab. Why did my father pledge her to him? you Not hindering?
Ahinoam. She is your sister. You Are pledged to Adriel.
Merab. And as a slave! And if I do not love him there is—riches! If he is Sodom-bitter to me—riches!
Ahinoam. But for the kingdom.
Merab. For my torture! What Kingdom is to a woman as her love? [Pg 266]
Ahinoam. And David still enthralls you?
Merab. Though he never Sought me with any murmur or desire! Though he is Michal's for Goliath's death! Michal's to-day, unless——
Ahinoam. Merab, a care! Too near in you were ever love and hate.
(The tumult nears.Ahinoamgoes to look out. Doegenters
toMerab.)
Doeg (low). News, Merab!
Merab. Well?
Doeg. A triumph o'er him, yet! The king is worn, as a leper pent, between Wonder of David and quick jealousy Because of praise this whelming of Goliath Wakes in the people.
Merab. Then? the triumph?
Doeg. This.
(The tumult, nearer.)
I've skilfully disposed the women To coldly sing of Saul, but of our David
Merab. As any fool? Wait. And the rest now, quick. This timbrel-player, Judith?
Doeg. She is ready And ravishing!
Merab. Well, well; then—?
Doeg. We will send her Sudden, as Michal is alone with David, To seize him with insinuative kisses, And arms that wind as they were wonted to him. Michal once jealous—and already I Have sowed suspicions——
(Laughs.)
Merab. May it be their rending.
(The tumult near.)
But come, come, we must see; and show no frown.
(They go to look out. Shouts of "David! David!" arise,
and timbrelers, dancing and singing, pass the tent
opening; then priests with the Ark and its cherubim of
gold.David, Saul, Jonathan, Ishui, and the
court then enter amid acclamations. Before them the
head of Goliath is borne on a charger, under a napkin.[Pg 268]Sauldarkly mounts the throne withAhinoam, to
waving of palms and praise.)
A Woman (breaking from the throng). Our little ones are saved! Hosannah! joy!
(She kissesDavid's hand.)
Jonathan. Woman, thy tongue should know an angel-word, Or seraph syllables new-sung to God! Earth has not any rapture well for this! David, my brother!
David. Jonathan, my friend! While life has any love, know mine for you.
Jonathan. Then am I friended as no man was ever! And though my soul were morning wide it were Helpless to hold my wonder and delight! O people, look upon him!
People. David! David!
Jonathan. Never before in Israel rose beauty Up to this glory!
David. Jonathan, nay——
Jonathan. Never!
(Looses his robe and girdle.)
Therefore I pour him splendour passionate. In gold and purple, this my own, I clothe him. David, my brother!
Saul. Thou full-of-lauding fool! Of breath and ravishment unceasing!
Ahinoam. Saul!
Saul. Is it not praise enough, has he not reached The skies on it?
David. O king, my lord——
Saul. Had Saul Ever so rich a rapture from his son? Ever this worshipping of utterance?
David. My lord, my lord, this should not fret you.
Doeg (derisively). Nay!
David. 'Tis only that the soul of Jonathan, Brimmed by the Philistines with bitterness, Sudden is joy and overfloweth——
Doeg. Fast——
David. Upon his friend, thy servant, David.
Doeg. Aie!
(He turns away laughing.)
Saul. Why do you laugh?
Doeg. "Thy servant David!"
Saul. Why!
A Woman (without). King Saul has slain his thousands!
Doeg. Why, my lord?
Woman. But David his ten thousands!
Doeg. Do you hear? King Saul has slain his thousands, David ten! Thy servant, is he? servant?
David. Yea, O king!... Therefore be wielded by no venom-word, [Pg 270]As a weed under the wind!
Saul. 'Tis overmuch! I'll burst all bond of priest or prophesy. Nor cringe to threatening and fondle fear.
(He seizes a javelin.)
I'll smite where'er I will.
David. No!
Jonathan. Father!
David. No! For rapid palsy would come on thy hand, Awful and sceptre-ruined lord of men, An impotence, a shrivelling with fear, Avenging ere thou shed offenceless blood!
(Saul's hand drops.)
Is this thy love, the love of Saul the king, Who once was kindlier than kindest are? For but a woman's wantonness of word And idle air, my life?
Ahinoam. Saul, Saul!
Jonathan. The shame!
David. Some enemy—does Doeg curve his lip?— Hath put into her mouth this stratagem Of fevered, false-impassioned overpraise.
(Saul, tortured, sweeps from the tent, entreated ofJonathan.
Many follow in doubt, whispering.)
Doeg (at door, to David). This is not all, boy out of Bethlehem. Goliath's dead——
Merab (after a pause, then as if in shame). I burn for it!
David. For what, and suddenly?
Merab. My father so ungenerously wroth! And wrought away from recompense so right. Can you forgive him?
David. Merab?
Merab. Is it strange That even I now ask it?
David. Merab's self?
Merab. Herself and not to-day your friend; but now Conquered to exultation and aglow To wreathe you for this might to Israel, Beautiful, unbelievable and bright! Noble the dawn of it was in your dream, Noble the lightning of it in your arm, And noble in your veins the fearless flow And dare of blood!—so noble that I ask As a remembrance and bequest for ever, In priceless covenant of peace between us, A drop of it——
(She draws dagger and offers it to him.)
Upon this sacred blade ...
David. Such kindness? in all honour?
Merab. Poor requital To one whose greatness humbles me from hate.
David (slowly). Then of my veins whatever drop you will But, no ... (Pauses.) You do not mock me? [Pg 272]
Merab. Rather upon Its edge one vein of you—than priceless nard.
David. Or perfume out of India jewel poured?
(He searches her eyes.)
Or than—I may believe?—a miracle Of dew, were you a traveller upon The illimitable desert's thirst? Or than—
(He draws his own dagger, pricks his wrist, and hands it her.)
Than this?
Merab. Shepherd!
David (quickly). Treachery? treachery, then? Under a sham of tribute poison?
Michal. Poison?
David. And I of vanity should prick it in? I a mere shepherd innocent of wile! A singer music-maudled and no more?... The daughter of King Saul has yet to learn.
(She goes. He turns toMichal.)
But you, fairest of all my hopes, what word! The vaunting of this victory is done. We are alone at last.
Michal. Yes.
David. That is all?... For Israel I've wrought to-day—and for You, ever round about me as a mist Of armèd mighty angels triumphing.
Michal. Yes: It was well.
David. To you no more? to you [Pg 273]Whom not a slave can serve unhonoured?
Michal (struggling). Nothing.
David. Empty of glow then seems it, impotent, A shrivelled hallowing ... Ashes of ecstasy that burned in vain.
Michal. No, no! I——
David. Michal?
Michal. No, divine it was! And had I cried my praise the ground had broke To Eden under me with blossoming. Where was so wonderful a deed as this, So fair a springing of salvation up? Glory above the heavens could I seize, Wreathing of dawn and loveliness unfading, To crown you with and crown!
David. O lips!
Michal. With but A sling, a shepherd's sling, you sped the brook, Drew from its bed a stone, and up the hill Where the great Philistine contemning cried, Mounted and flung it deep upon his brain!
David. This is the victory and not his death! Tell, tell thy joy with kisses on my lips! Thy mouth! thy arms! thy breast!
Michal. No no!
David. Thy soul!
(Clasps her.)
Too much of waiting and of severance, Of dread and distance and the deep of doubt! [Pg 274]Now must I fold you, falter all my love And triumph on your senses till they burn Beautiful to eternity with bliss.
Michel. Loose, loose me!
David. Nay, again! immortal kisses!
Michal. A frenzy, 'tis a frenzy! From me! see! This irremediable victory Over Goliath severs us the more.
(The tumult, again, afar.)
Hear how the people lift you limitless! Almost to-day and in my father's room They would that you were king.
David. But ere to-morrow Dim shall I be, and ere the harvest bend Less than a gleam in their forgotten peril!
Michal. O were it, were it! But all silently Jehovah fast is beckoning the realm Into thy hands.
David. Then futile to resist The gliding on of firm divinity. And yet whatever may be shall be done.
Michal. All, all?
David. That for thee reverently may.
Michal. That anointing, then——
David. Of that!... not that!
Michal. Yet grant It may be told my father; that I may Say to him all the secret!
David. And provoke [Pg 275]Murder in him, insatiable though I fled upon the wilderness and famine?
Michal. He would not!
David. Nay.
Michal. I'll plead with him.
David. In vain.
Michal (coldly). Then ... it is as I thought.
David. You are distraught.
Michal. This stroke to-day (pointing toGoliath'shead) no love of me had in it.
David. A love, a passion fervid through me as The tread and tremble of seraphic song Along the infinite.
Michal. You use me!
David. Use?
Michal. A step to rise and riot in ambition!
David. So bitter are you, blind? even in all?
Michal. You snared me to you!
David. Michal!
Michal. Cunningly With Samuel netted fears about my father, Till I am paltrily unto you pledged.
David. Enough.
Michal. Too much.
David. No more: the pledge I fling Out of my heart, as 'twere enchantment dead, And free you; but no more.
(He moves from her.)
Michal. As if it were [Pg 276]Enchantment dead.... Ah then 'tis true—there is Another—is another!
David. Now, what fever? A gentleness clad once your every grace.
Michal. There is some other that you lure and love.
David. It is not Michal speaking; so I wait.
Michal. Then you will learn.... Who's that?
(Judithglides in.)
(To her.) Why are you here?
Judith (toDavid, with a laugh, as if with amorous joy). Brave, it was brave, my love! beauteous! brave!
David. Woman?
Judith. The Philistine, a brazen tower, A bastion of strength, fell to the earth!
David. Woman, who are you?
(She clasps and kisses him.)
Take away your flesh. (Free.) Take it away, the heat and myrrh of it.
Judith. So cold?
David. Hireling!
Judith. It is no longer fair? (Wantonly.) Oh! Ah! I understand! the princess! Oh!
(Goes laughing and shaking her timbrel wickedly.)
Michal. A dancer, then, a very timbrel-player!
David. Until this hour I never looked upon her. It is chicanery of chance or craft. You who are noble, though in doubt adrift, Be noble now!
Michal. And loving? Oh, I will— [Pg 277]Now that I know what should be done. Be sure!
David. You mean ... that Saul——? You would not, no!
Michal. Rest sure.
(A hand is seen at the door.Ahinoamenters.)
Ahinoam. David, the king ... But what is this?
(Michalgoes.)
David. O queen ... It is but life.
Ahinoam. Nay.
David. Life that ever strings Our hearts, so pitifully prone for it, To ecstasy—then snaps.
Ahinoam. I love thee, David.
David. Then gracious be, and question here no more, Where words are futile for an utterance. But of the king—the king——?
Ahinoam. He's driven still. And hither comes again, and must be calmed. The harp take you, and winds of beauty bring, And consolation, as of valley eves When there is ebb of sorrow and of toil. Oh, could you heal him and for ever heal!
David. Then would I be——!
(Breaks off with great desire. Takes the harp and seats
himself.)
Ahinoam. At once, for he will come.
(A strain of wild sadness bringsSaul, and many, within.
He pauses, his hand to his brow, enspelled of the playing;
then slowly goes up the daïs.)
David (with high sorrow). O heart of woe, Heart of unrest and broken as a reed! (Plays.) O heart whose flow Is anguish and all bitterness of need! (Plays.) O heart as a roe, Heart as a hind upon the mountain fleeing The arrow-wounds of being, Be still, O heart, and rest and do not bleed!
(Plays longer with bowed head.)
O days of life, Days that are driven swift and wild from the womb! (Plays.) O days so rife— Days that are torn of trouble, trod of doom!
(Plays.Michalenters.)
O days of strife— Days of desire on deserts spread unending, The burning blue o'erbending, O days, our peace, our victory is the tomb!
(He plays to a close that dies in anguished silence.)
Saul (rising in tears). David!
David. My lord?
Saul. Thy song is beauteous! Stilling to sorrow!... Oh, my friend, my son!
David. To me is this? I do not dream? The king Again is kind and soft his spirit moves? [Pg 279]
Saul. To you!
David. How shelter o'er me then will spring And safety covering!
Saul. It ever shall. Loveliest have you been among my days, And singing weary madness from my brain.
(Davidstarts toward him.)
How I have wronged thee!
Michal. Wronged him? (in fury).
David. Michal!
Saul. Girl?
Michal. You have not wronged him!
David. Michal!
Michal. No! but he Is jeopardy and fate about you! drive Him from you utterly and now away!
(Murmurs of astonishment.)
Saul. What mean you?
Ishui. Speak.
Saul. What mean you?
Michal. This!
David. No word!
Michal. I'll not be kept!
David. But shall be; for to tell Would rend silence for ever from you—pale Your flesh with haunting of it evermore! All, all your being would become a hiss, A memory of syllables that sear, A living iteration of remorse. [Pg 280]I—I myself will save your lips the words Of this betrayal leaping from your heart.
(Nobly beforeSaul.)
You seek, my lord ... you seek whom Samuel Anointed.
Saul. Yes.
David. Then know that it is I.
(Consternation.)
Saul. You!
David. Guiltless I, no other! I, though I sought it not and suffer, though—
(Saulseizes a javelin.)
I would it had not come and fast am sworn Never against you to lift up——
Merab. Hear, hear! Now he will cozen!
Doeg. He, "thy servant!"
Ishui. Hear!
(Goliath's head is upset.)
A voice. A thousand Saul hath slain! but David ten!
Saul (choking). Omnipotence shall not withhold me more.
(Lifts javelin.)
Die, die!
Jonathan. No, father ... hold!
Michal (asSaulflings). What have I done?
(Reels.)
Jonathan. David, unhurt? Away, the wilderness!
Saul (with another javelin). He shall not, no! [Pg 281]
David (aflame). Strike, strike, then! strike, strike, strike,
(Rushes up throne.)
Murderous king, afoam with murder-heat. Strike me to darkness and the waiting worm! But after be your every breathing blood! Remorse and riving bitterness and fear! Be guilt and all the hideous choke of horror!
(Saultrembling cowers, the javelin falling from him. Davidbreaks throughDoegandIshuiand escapes by the
door. Michalsinks to her knees, her face buried in
her hands.)
Scene: A savage mountain-cliff in the wilderness of Engeddi. On
either side grey crags rise rugged, sinking away precipitously
across the back. Cut into each is a cave. The height is
reached by clefts from all sides. Between the crags to the
East is the far blue of the Dead Sea; and still beyond, bathed
in the waning afternoon, stretch the purple shores of Moab.
During the act the scene grows crimson with sunset and a
thundercloud arises over the sea. Lying on a pallet of skins
near the cliff's verge, Davidtosses feverishly. Three of his
followers and a lad, who serves him, are gathered toward the
front, ragged, hungry, and hunted, in altercation over a
barley cake.
David. Water! the fever fills me, and I thirst. Water!
First Fol. Listen.
Second Fol. He calls.
David. Water! I thirst.
The Lad. Yes, yes, my lord. (Takes up a water-skin.) Ah, empty, not a quaff! They've drunk it all from him! My lord, none's left. [Pg 283]I'll run and in the valley brim it soon.
(He goes.Davidsinks back.)
Second Fol (toFirst). You drank it, then.
First Fol. And should I thirst, not he? Give me the bread.
Second Fol. If it would strangle you.
First Fol. I'll have it.
Second Fol. Or betray him? spitingly? It is the last. Already you have eat. And we are here within a wilderness.
First Fol. Be it, but I'll not starve.
Third Fol. He utters right. Why should we but to follow a mere shepherd Famish—over a hundred desert hills? The prophecy portending him the throne— Folly, not fate! though it is Samuel's. I'll trust in it no more.
First Fol. Nor I.
Third Fol. And Saul Has driven us from waste to waste—pressed us Even unto the Philistines for shelter, And now unto this crag. And is not David's Thought but of Michal, not of smiting him And, with a host, of leaping to the kingdom?
David (sufferingly). Men—men, we must have news. Perpetual, Implacable they stare unto each other, This rock and stony sky.... We must have news.
(Rises and comes down to them. They are silent.)
Longer is death. 'Tis over many days Of sighing—and remembered verdancy; Nor any dew comes here or odour up. Who will go now and bring us word of Saul?
Third Fol. Have not Abishai, Abiathar, And others gone?
David. Bravely.
Third Fol. And none returned!
David. Not one of all.
Third Fol. Well, then, we are not swine; And life's but once.... So we will follow you No longer hungered and rewarded never, But perilously ever.
David. It is well.
(He looses a bracelet from his arm.)
This was a gift from Saul. In it is ease.
(Gives it toThird Follower, who goes.)
This ring was Jonathan's. The jewel tells Still of the sunny haven of his heart. Upon my hand he pressed it—the day we leapt Deeper than friends into each other's love.
David. You have not thought; 'Tis riches—such as Sidon marts and Tyre Would covet.
Second Fol. I care not.
David. None else is left.
Second Fol. No matter.
David. Then——?
Second Fol. There was of Gibeah A woman—dear to me. Her face at night ... Weeping among my dreams.... The prophesy Is unfulfilled and vain!
David. And you would go?
Second Fol. The suffering—this cliff.
David. I understand. (Motions.) So, without any blame, go—to content.
(TheSecond, faltering, goes.)
(Quietly.) A desolation left, of rock and air, Of barren sea and bitterness as vast. Thou hast bereft me, Saul!... and Michal, thou!
(He moves up cliff, gazes off, then kneels as to pray.)
My flesh cries for oblivion—to sink Unwaking away into the night ... where is No tears, but only tides of sleep.... No, crieth Not for oblivion and night, but for Rage and revenge! Saul! Saul!... My spirit, peace. I must revenge's call within me quell [Pg 286]Though righteously it quivers and aflame. As pants the hart for the water-brook, so I!
(He bows his head.... Michalenters in rags with
the lad. She seesDavidrise and wander into cave,
right.)
Michal. This is the place, then, this?
Lad. Yes, princess.
Michal. Here So long in want and sickness he hath hid? Under the livid day and lonelier night?
Lad. I brought him water, often.
Michal. Little lad! But he has heard no word from me?—not how My father, Saul, frantic of my repentance, Had unto Phalti, a new lord, betrothed me? How then I fled to win unto these wilds?
Lad. He heard not anything—only the tales I told of Moab, my own land.... But, oh!
(Davidplays within.)
It is his harp.
Michal. And strains that weep o'er me!... I'll speak to him ... and yet must be unknown! A leper? as a leper could I...?
Michal (delaying, then in a loud voice). Unclean! Unclean!
(Conceals her face in her hair.)
David. Who crieth here?
Michal. Unclean!
David (appearing). Who cries unclean? Poor leper in these wilds, who art thou?
Michal. One Outcast and faint, forlorn!
David. Then you have come To one more bitter outcast than yourself— One who has less than this lone void to give, This sterile solitude and sun, this scene Of leaden desolation that makes mad; Who has no ease but cave or shading rock, Or the still moon, or stars that glide the night. One over whom——
Michal. Yet, pity!
David. The pale hours Flow dead into eternity.
Michal. Ah, yet...!
David. My cloak, then, for thy tattered limbs. Or, no— This chain of Ophir for thy every need. Once it was dear, but should be so no more. (Flinging it to her). Have it, and with it vanish memory Out of my breast——
Michal. No, no.
David. And from me fall Link upon link her loveliness that bound.
Michal. Nothing. A chain like this I once beheld wind undulantly bright O'er Michal the king's daughter.
David. Woman, the king's?
Michal. Pity!
David. Who are you?
Michal. Stay! Unclean!
David. A spy? A spy of Saul and hypocrite have crept Hither to learn...?
Michal. Have heed—unclean!
David. How, then Wandering came you here?
Michal. Unclean! Unclean!
David. My brain is overfull of fever, mad. Almost and I had touched thy peril, held Thy hideous contagion.
Michal. Wrong!
David. Then who Art thou to know and speak of her, of Michal?
Michal. One who has served the king.
David. And you have seen Michal, you have beheld her?
Michal. Once, when she In face was fairer and in heart than now They say she is.
David. And heard her speak?
Michal. A night [Pg 289]Under the leaves of Gibeah—when she Sang with another—David.
David. Say no more.
Michal. And from afar, under the moon, blew faint The treading of the wine-presses with song. David she loved, but anger-torn betrayed, Unworthy of him.
David. Speak of her no more, Nor of her cruelty, unless to pray He she has ruined may forget her.
Michal. Yet If deep she should repent?—if deep she should?
(A cry interrupts. They start.)
David. A jackal? (Listens.) No, the signal! Word at last! (ToMichal). He who is near may prove to thee less kind.
(She goes. He leaps up the cliff.)
Abishai? Abiathar?... It is! But staggering and wounded? breathless? torn? The priest with bloody ephod, too, and wild?
(Watching, then springing to meet them as they reel in.)
Abishai, what is it that you bring? Abiathar, up! answer!
Abiathar. Water!
David. Up!
(He brings the water-skin. They drain it fiercely.)
What is it now so fevered from you stares, And breathing, too, abhorrence? Gasp it out. [Pg 290]
Abiathar. I stifle—in a universe—he still— Has breath in.
David. Saul?
Abiathar. Ill scathe him! Scorpions Of terror and remorse sting in his soul!
David. If you have tidings, not in words so wild.
Abiathar. Then ask, and hate shall calm me.
David. Ask?
Abiathar. On, on! Seek if he lives!
David. Who?
Abiathar. Seek if prophecy Founts yet in Judah!
David. Samuel...?
Abiathar. Is dead! Dead—and of tidings more calamitous.
(A pause.)
David (hoarsely). Tell on. I hear.
Abiathar. Saul gloating to believe The priests who gathered sacredly at Nob, Plotted assisting you, hath had them——
David. No...!
Abiathar. Slain at the hands of Doeg—murdered, all!
David. But he—your father?
Abiathar. Was among them; fell.
(He stands motionless.)
David (gently). Abiathar, my friend!... Appeaseless Saul!
Abiathar. Hear all, hear all! Thy father, too, and mother, Even thy kindred, out of Israel [Pg 291]Are driven into Moab; and this king, Delirious still for blood as a desert pard, With Merab, whelp of him, and many armed, Is near us now—a-quiver at Engeddi For your destruction:
(Davidstruggles for control.)
And yet you will not strike.
David (low). No, but of Michal, tell me good at once, Lest unendurable this lot, I may—— Mounting o'er every oath into revenge.
Abiathar. Ha—Michal!
David. She withholds her father's wrath?
Abiathar. She's well.
David. Not if you say no more.
Abiathar. I know Nothing of her.
David. Your look belies.
Abiathar. Perhaps: As did her love.
David. That is for me.
Abiathar. Well, what? A woman who betrays?
David. Speak, not evade; And judge her when earth has no mystery.
Abiathar. Then from your craving put her—wide; she is Unworthy any tremor of your veins.
David. Dawn-lilies under dew are then unworthy, And nesting doves are horrible to heaven. I will not so believe. Your reason? [Pg 292]
Abiathar. Saul Has given her—and she will wed him, aye— To Phalti, a new lord.
David. Untrue of her!
Abiathar. Cry. Yet you will believe it.
David. Not until The parable of verdant spring is hushed Ever of bloom, to prove it. Never till Hermon is swung into the sea! until The last void of the everlasting sky—
(Looking up, falters, breaks off, and is strangely moved.)
Abiathar. Now what alarm?
Abishai. What stare you on?
Abiathar. He's mad?
(Then, suddenly seeing.)
No, no!... an eaglet!...
David. Pierct!
Abishai. Pierct?
David. Falling here ... And beating against death unbuoyantly.
(The bird drops at their feet.)
A destiny, a fate in this is hidden!
(Bends to it.)
Abiathar. And—why?
David. The arrow!—His! (Starts back.) His and no other's! Quick, no delay. Efface all trace of us.
David. We are discovered—near On us is death. Open the secret chamber Within the cave, for from the bow of Saul Is yonder bleeding—from no other.
Abiathar. Saul's? But how; was any here?
David. To-day, to-day. A leper wandering.
Abiathar. We are betrayed.
(Abishaihastes to cave, right, DavidandAbiatharlisten. Noise of approach is heard.)
David. They near.
Abiathar. And many.
David. King of Israel! Inexorable!
Abiathar. O, rebuke him, do!
David. Almost I am beyond this tolerance.
Abiathar. In truth. Therefore it is you rise and shake Out of his power the sceptre!
David. Tempt me not! Mercy and memory almost are dead, And craving birth in me is fateful ire.
(They follow into the cave: but hardly have done so when,
at a shout, pour inSauland his men, bloodthirstily,
from all sides, DoegandAbnerleading.)
Saul. On, to him! search the caves! in, in, and bring Him to my sword and Michal with him.
(Pacing.)
They [Pg 294]Shall couch upon eternity and dust. (Weakly.) I am the king and Israel is mine.... I'll sleep upon their grave, I'll sleep upon it, And hear the worm...!
(To a soldier re-entering from one cave.)
Where is he? Bring him.
Soldier. O king—
Saul. You've slain him and you tremble! Say it.
Soldier. No.
Saul. Then hither with him; hither!
Soldier. He's not here.
Saul. A treachery! You cunningly contrive To aid him, so....
(To a soldier from the other cave.)
Bring me his head.
Soldier (fearfully). My lord, He is not there....
Saul. I tell you it is lies— Because you deem that he shall be the king, And treasure up reward and amnesty.
(Rushes wildly to caves in turn, then out among them.)
From me ill-fruited ineffectual herd! Away from me, he's fled and none of you Is servant and will find and for me seize him! From me—I'll sleep—I'll rest—and then—
(As they cringe, going.)
I'll sleep.
(AbnerandDoegremain. Saulenters cave, left.)
Abner (toDoeg, significantly). The Evil Spirit. [Pg 295]
Doeg. Yes; upon him swift It came as never before—as drunkenness.
Abner. Then—safe to leave him?
Doeg. Will he brook denial?
Abner. And Merab, too, will soon be here.
Doeg. Well, come.
Abner. I'll go and look upon him.
(Goes.)
(Returning.) Already he sleeps. So we may seek us water; (then suddenly) no, abide!
(Is held byMichalentering.)
Woman, who are you, who?
Michal (quaking). Unclean! away!
Doeg. Unclean? a leper? in this place? Are there No stones to stone you? Hence! And had I not A brother such as thou——
Michal. Pity! Unclean!
(She quickly goes, then they. A space; then she returns,
trembling and fearful.)
I'll call him! I will save him! David! David!— I his discomfiture and ruin!—David!
(Searches.)
Hear, David! hear me! David!
(SeesSaul.)
The king! My father! I cannot—am not—whither shall I, whither...?
(Flees, as a scuffling is heard andDavid'svoice.)
David. Loose me, I say. 'Twas Michal, and she called!
Abiathar. Foolhardy, no Return into the cave, and ere too late!
(Merab, veiled, enters behind them.)
David. 'Twas Michal and no other.
Abiathar. You are duped.
David (searching). The breathing of archangels could not so Have swung the burden from me as her ... Ha!
(SeesMerab; slowly recoils.)
Merab. It is not Michal.
David. No—it is not Michal.
(Motions the priest aside.)
Merab. Yet it is one who——
David. Need not lift her veil, Or longer stay. The path she came is open.
Merab. I'm here—and here will speak! I've hither stolen, Yearning—I say it—yearning—and I will.
David. These words I do not know.
Merab. Because you will not. More all-devouring than a Moloch is This love within me——
David. Love and you are twain, As sun and Sheol.
Merab. False. I am become For want of you as famine-wind, a wave In the mid-tempest, with no rest, no shore.
David. I do not hear the unashamed words Of one who has but recently another, Adriel, wedded. [Pg 297]
Merab. You refuse me, then?
David. I beg you but to cease.
Merab. Goaded, chagrined? No, but this will I do. The Philistines, For long at rioting within their walls, Gather again and break toward Gilboa....
David. Merab of Saul!
Merab. To-morrow must my father Return from hunting you and arm for battle. But—many would that you were king.
David. Were...?
Merab. King!
David. I do not understand your eyes.
Merab. I will For love of you arouse rebellion up, Murmur about the host your heaven-call, And lift you to the kingdom.
David. To the —— Stay! Your words again.
Merab. The kingdom.
David. Awful God!
Merab. What is your mien? you will not?
David. Twice the words— Full from her lips—and to betray her father.
(AbiathardiscoversSaul.)
Merab. You will not? answer!
David. Odious utterly! As yonder sea of death and bitter salt! As foam-girt Joppa of idolatry, [Pg 298]As Memphian fane of all abhorrencies!
(A pause.)
Morning would move with horror of it, noon A livid sepulchre of shame span o'er, And night shrink to remember day had been!
Merab. You scorn—you scorn me?
David. Jonathan! your sister!
Merab. Then Saul shall rend you dead. And Jonathan!...
(She laughs shrilly.)
Perchance you had not heard that Jonathan Knows to the Philistines you fled—and loathes you!
David. I have not heard.
Merab. Nor have not, ah? how Michal Is given to the embraces of another?
(Davidshrinks.)
You desperately breathe and pale at last?
(She laughs more bitterly.)
To me for aid, to me you yet shall come.
(She goes.Davidlifts his hand to his brow in pain.
ThenAbiatharabruptly descends fromSaul'scave
to him.)
Abiathar. David——
David. Leave me.
Abiathar. Not till you know—and strike!
David. I tell you, go.
Abiathar. I tell you 'tis the king.
David. Who breaks forbearance—yes.
Abiathar. Who lieth yonder. And sleeping lieth—for a thrust to end. [Pg 299]
David (his sword quickly out—struggling). Then shall there be an ending—of these wounds That wring me—of this wail Under the deeps of me against his wrongs. Saul, Saul!... Michal!... Oh, never-ceasing ill!
(Flings down the sword in anguish.)
Abiathar. You will not come?
David. The sun is set.
Abiathar. Has Saul Hunted you to this desert's verge?
David. Enough!
Abiathar. Has he pursued you, all his hate unleashed? Are Samuel—the priests, not slain? my father? The kingdom is not in decay, and falls? You are not prophesy's anointed one? Seize up the sword and strike—or I myself!
David. Or—you yourself?...
(Puts them aside, takes sword, and goes toSaul'scave.)
Abishai. What will he do?... listen
Michalenters unseen.
Abiathar. If Saul cries out——
Abishai. Be ready.
Michal (to them). What is this?
(Davidre-enters—haggard and worn—from the cave, a
piece ofSaul'scloak and the sword still in his
hand.... The pause is tense with emotion.)
Michal (at last, with a cry, as David clenches). Ah, you have slain—have slain him! Wretch! thou wretch! [Pg 300]And sleeping as he was!
David. And it was you...?
(Rage takes him.)
In lying rags?
Michal. Have struck him in his sleep! And merciless! And now will kill me, too?
David. The leper, you! The faithless leper, you,
(Grows frenzied.)
Who drove me a prey upon this wilderness! Upon the blot of it and death and sear! The silence and relentless burning swoon! You are the leper, who have broken troth And shut the cry of justice from your breast! Who've stifled me with desolation's woe, Who've followed still and still have me betrayed!
Michal. Betrayed? No, loose me!
David. Slain thy father? slain?
(Flinging the piece ofSaul'scloak at her feet.)
See how I might—see, see you, yonder he lies, A king who quits the kingdom, though a cloud Of Philistines is foaming toward Gilboa; Jeoparded leaves it, undefended, for Pursuit of me and pitiless harrying! A king who murders priests ...
Michal. Priests?
David. Stifles God With penitence that He has shaped the world! Have slain? have slain him! I have slain him! Ah! Ah, that I had thy falseness and could slay him! [Pg 301]
Michal. David...!
David. Nevermore near me! never with That quivering and tenderness of lure. Those eyes that hold infinity of fate, That breathing cassia-sweet, but sorcery!
Michal. Oh ...
David. Never thy presence pouring beauty, swift, And seething in the brain as frantic wine! I'll be no more enspelled of thee—Never! I will not hear thee and be wound by words Into thy wile as wide as Ashtoreth's, Back into hope, eternity of pain!
(He goes in agony—the priest andAbishaiafter.Michalstands gazing tearless before her asSaul, awakened,
comes slowly from the mouth of the cave down toward
her.)
Scene: The house ofMiriam, the "Witch of Endor," by
Mount Gilboa—whereSaulis encamped against the Philistines.
It is of one story, built rectangularly about an inner
court, which is dimly lighted. Under the gallery which ranges
around the court are doors leading to the sleeping and other
apartments; before one of these a lattice. On the left is the
gate opening to the street. At the back to one side, the
teraphim, or image of divination; on the other side a
stairway mounts to the roof. Above is the night and vague
lightning amid a moan of wind. During the act comes dawn.
Forward on a divan sitsMiriamalone, in blind restlessness.
Miriam. Adah!... The child is sunken in a sleep. Yet would I have her near me in this night, And hear again the boding of her tale. Unto the blind the vision and the awe Of the invisible sway ever in, The shadow of nativities that lead Upon fatality. [Pg 303]Girl! Adah! girl!
(The wind passes.Adahenters from a chamber, rubbing
her eyes.)
Thou art awake?
Adah. I slumbered.
Miriam. Stand you where Fathoming I may feel within you. Now, Again—you've hither fled your mistress Merab, In fear of her?
Adah. Yes.
Miriam. At Engeddi Michal By Saul was apprehended? Merab now Plotteth against her—she and Doeg?
Adah. Still.
Miriam. And 'twas in Merab's tent you heard, the king Despairing of to-morrow's battle, comes Hither to-night to bid me lift the spirit Of Samuel out of the dead and learn The issue?
Adah. Doeg said it.
Miriam. And—you hear?—— Many within the army urge for David, Would cry him king, if Saul were slain?
Adah. O many.
(A knock at the gate. They start up fearful.)
Miriam. Who seeks blind Miriam of Endor's roof, Under the night and unextinguished storm? Come you a friend?
(Throws open the gate.Davidenters andAbiatharcloaked.)
Thy voice again!—this blindness of my eyes— If it be David, speak.
David. Yes, Miriam.
Miriam. David of Jesse, Israel's desire! Let me behold thee (her hands go over him) with my fingers' sight, And gather in them touch of thee again! Thy voice is as dream-dulcimers that stir Quivering myrrh of memory and joy. But, aie! why are you here? You have been there?
David. Yes—in the camp of Saul.
Miriam. In spite of Death! Do you not know——
David. I know—that Saul would rather O'er-tramble me than a multitude of foes. That it is told him I who shun his ire— Though death were easier, if dutiful— Am come up with the Philistines to win The kingdom. That he would slay me though I fought For Israel!—But, Michal!—
Miriam. Aie——
David. What brews? She was not in the camp.
Miriam. Men all are mad! And you who should be never.
Saul. Witch of Endor, you, Who of the fate-revealing dead divine. Out of the Pit you call them!
Miriam. What is this?
Saul. I say that you can raise them!
Miriam. You are come With snaring! knowing well that Saul the king Is woe and bitterness to all who move With incantation.
Saul. He is not.
Miriam. Depart!
Saul. I must have up out of the Awfulness Him I would question.
Miriam. Perilous!
Saul. Prepare Before thy teraphim. No harm, I swear, Shall come of it. Bid Samuel appear. The battle! its event!
Miriam (with a cry). I know thee now! Saul! thou art Saul! the Terror!
Saul. Call him up. Ready is it, the battle—but I am Forsaken of all prophesy and dream, Of voices and of priest and oracle, To augur it.
Miriam. A doom's in this!
Saul. He must Hold comfort, and the torrent of despair [Pg 307]Within me stay and hush.
Miriam. Then must it be.
(She turns to the teraphim, amid wind and pallid lightning
prostrating herself.)
Prophet of Israel, who art beyond The troubling and the terrifying grave, Th' immeasurable moan and melancholy Of ways that win to Sheol—Rise! Arise!
(She waits ... Only the wind gust. Then springing up,
with wide arms, and wild blind eyes.)
Prophet of Israel, arise! Not in The name of Baal, Amon, Ashtoreth, Dagon or all the deities that dream In trembling temples of Idolatry, But of Jehovah! of Jehovah! rise!
(An elemental cry is heard. Then wavering forms rise, vast,
out of the earth, in continuous stream.Miriam, with
a curdling shriek, sinks moaning to her knees.)
Saul. Woman, I cannot—dare not—look upon it. Utter thy sight.
(The Spirit ofSamuelbegins to take shape through the
phantoms.)
Miriam. I see ... ascending Forms as of gods in swaying ghostliness, Dim apparitions of a dismal might, And now is one within a mantle clad, Who looketh——
Saul. Samuel!
Miriam. Who looketh with [Pg 308]Omniscience in his mien, and there is chill And cling about him of eternity! His eyes impale me!
Saul. Spirit, give me word!
(He falls heavily to the ground.)
Samuel (as afar). O evil king! and wretched king! why hast Thou brought me from the quietness and rest?
Saul. The battle on the morrow——
Samuel. Evil thou art For underneath this night thou hast conspired Death to thy daughter Michal—if at dawn The battle shall be lost—lest she may fall Into the hands of David——
David (in horror). O!
Ishui. Whose cry?
Samuel. I tell thee, Saul, thy sceptre shrivels fast. The battle shall be lost—it shall be lost.
(The Spirit ofSamueldisappears. A wail of wind.)
Adriel. Ishui, true? Is Michal to be slain?
Ishui. This is no hour for fools and questioning.
Saul (struggling up). The battle, Ishui, at once command It shall begin! To Jonathan and say it.
(Ishuigoes.)
No prophecy shall sink me and no shade. I am the king, and Israel, my own.
(Frenzied he goes. A silence.)
David (breaking forth). Michal to die and Israel to fall! Prophet of prophets, Samuel, return! [Pg 309]Out of the Shadow and the Sleep, return, Compassionate, and tell me where she is That I may save. Again appear and say That Israel to-morrow may not fall— Not fall on ruin!
Adriel. David? is it thou?
David. Meholah's Adriel, your conscience asks.
Adriel. You were concealed?
David. And I have heard. Cry then Out unto Saul! Betray me, cry you out!
Adriel. Betray?
David. Is the word honey? Is it balm?
Adriel. David, I've wronged you—
David. Haply!
Adriel. Jealously. And ask now no forgiveness—not until Michal is won from peril!
David. Do you know More of her? still?
Adriel. Saul——
David. Saul——?
Adriel. Has given Doeg Power of this.... And to some spot of Endor Here he has brought her.
David. God!
Adriel. And now himself, David, himself cannot be far away.
David. Ahaste, and bring him then by force or guile, In any way, that we may from him win [Pg 310]Where she is prisoned.
(Adrielgoes.)
The quivering Quicksands of destiny beneath her stir. Is heaven a mocking shield that ever keeps God from our prayers?
Miriam. David, contain thy heart.
(A faint uproar begins afar; and dawn.)
David. The battle! on the wind. Abiathar, Speed out upon the mountain-side and cull All that befalls.
(Adahopens the gate. The priest goes.)
Adah (springing back). Oh!
David. Child, why do you quail?
Adah. My mistress, Merab!
David. Girl?
Adah. I saw her—she— Is coming hither! Do not let her—she— I fear—I fear her!
David. Hither coming?
Adah. She!
(The gate is thrown open fiercely.)
Merab (entering). Woman and witch, did Adriel, my husband,
(SeesDavid.)
Come to you with the king?
David. Unnatural, Unkind, most cruel sister!
Merab (shrinks). You are here?
David. Once me you would have poisoned, but the coil [Pg 311]Within your bosom I beheld. And now Michal your sister is the victim.
Merab. I— Know not your meaning.
David. The battle burning yonder, If it adversely veers, the king has planned Michal is not to live lest she may hap Unto my arms.
Merab. That Michal shall be slain?
(The tumult again.)
David. Almighty, smite, and save to Thee thy people! And save Thy altars unto Israel!
(He bows his head. A stir comes at the gate.)
Merab. David, 'tis Adriel!
Adriel. Ope! open, you!
David. At last the word.
Merab. Girl, Adah, draw the bar.
(Davidthrows a cloak to his face, asAdahobeys. Adrielenters, andDoeg, who pauses in quick alarm, asDavidgoes between him and the gate.)
Doeg. What place is this? Why do you bar that gate? Merab, 'tis you? Why do you gaze, rigid? And this is the blind witch, Miriam?
Doeg. I was the servant of the king, I but obey him.
David. And thy horrible heart. Then speak, or unto frenzy I am driven.
Doeg. I'll drive you there with——
(Breaks off with low laugh.)
David. Tell it!
Doeg. Unto your Soft sympathy—and passion? (Laughs.) She is dead.
David (immovable, then repressed). If it is so, the lightning, that is wrath Within the veins of God, should sink its fang Into thy bosom and sear out thy heart. If it is so, this momentary calm, This silence pouring overfull the world, Would rush and in thee cry until thy bones Broken of guilt are crumbled in thy groans. Dead, she is dead?
Miriam. No, David, my lord, he lies!
(Strangely, as in a trance.)
To wound you, lies!
David. Not dead?
Miriam. I see her eyes!
(All listen amazed.)
I see her in a vision. She is near—— Is in a cave—is bound—and is alone. I will go to her—quickly bring her. [Pg 313]
Doeg. Not
(Lunges at her.)
If this shall reach you.
David. Ah, to pierce a woman!
(Miriamfinds her way out.)
You've plotted, have been false and bloody, foul, And as a pestilence of midnight marsh Have oozed corruption into all around you. The kingdom thro' you is in brokenness, Within its arteries you flow, poison, Incentive of irruption and unrest, Of treachery and disaffection's sore, Till even the stars that light it seem as tares Sown hostile o'er the nightly vale of heaven.
(Draws firmly. Coldly, skilfully approaches for attack.)
Doeg (retreating). No farther!
David. Unto the end! unto the end!
(He rushes in; they engage; Doegis wounded.)
Your villainy is done.
(Quickly forces him under. The gate then opens andAbiatharhurries in.)
Abiathar. David, the battle——!
(SeesDoegand stops, pale.)
David. Fetter him.
Abiathar. Only fetter? (His dagger out) the murderer Of priestly sanctity and of my father?
I ask not anything but to be heard— Though once I would not hear. Has all of life No glow for me?
David. Betrayers should have none.
Michal. I was a woman—the entanglement Of duty amid love we have no skill To loosen, but with passion.
David. You too late Remember it is so.
Michal. Nobility All unbelievable it seemed that you Could innocently wait on time to tide You to the kingdom. Then forgive, I plead.
David. But in the wilderness, your perfidy!
Michal. Doubt of it welleth thro' your voice. No, no, To save you strove I——!
David. Michal?
Michal. Not to betray! From Saul, my father, penitent I fled, Seeking you in Engeddi's wild.
David. And Phalti?
Michal. 'Twas wedding him I loathed.
David. Say true!
Michal. This knife [Pg 316]Unfailingly into my breast had sunk And spared me, had not flight.
David. This—this can be?
(A great joy dawning in him.)
Beyond all hope it is, even as day's Wide empery outspans our littleness. A tithing of thy loveliness were beauty Enough for earth. Yet it is mine, is mine?
Michal. David—for ever!
(She starts toward his arms. But cries and confusion of
cries beat back their joy. Then the gate is flung open
andAdrielenters, shaken. He looks from one to the
other.)
David (at last). Adriel! Adriel! What have you?
Adriel. Saul—is slain!
Michal. My father?
Adriel. Slain! And Jonathan——
David. No!
Adriel. Fell beside him down ... The fray was fast—Israel fled—the foe Fierce after Saul, whom Jonathan defended.
Michal. My father!
David. And my brother Jonathan! If I believe it will not miracle Alone bring joy again unto my pain?
(The wailing again, and deeper groans.)
O Israel, the Infinite has touched [Pg 317]Thy glory and it changes to a shroud! Thy splendour is as vintage overspilt, For Saul upon the mountains low is lying, And Jonathan beside him, beautiful Beyond the mar of battle and of death. Yea, kingly Jonathan! And I would give The beating of my life into his veins. Willing for it would I be drouth and die!...
(As the wails re-arise.)
Peaks, mountains of Gilboa! let no more Dew be upon you, and as sackcloth let Clouds cover you, and ashes be your soil, Until I bring upon Philistia And Gath and Askalon extinguishing, And sorrow—and immensity of tears!
(Michalgoes to him. He folds her in his arms.)
But we must calm the flowing of this grief. Though yet we cannot mind us to remember, Love will as sandal-breath and trickling balm O'erheal us in the unbegotten years, Too headlong must not be our agony. Hush now thy woundedness, my Michal, now. See, o'er the East the lifted wings of Dawn.
(They climb the stair to the house-top. As they look away
toward the battle's rout the clouds part, and over them
breaks the full brightness of the sun....)
Simple typographical and spelling errors were corrected. Considerable latitude was provided the dialogue and poetry.
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