Th' envenom'd dart hath err'd. Mar. Poor Hazeroth! Thy freedom cost thee dear! Her. You have been just, In punishing the traitor's insolence; Mar. Murder'd by me! So let the tiger sheath his savage fangs, For such barbarian deeds.Who wears the sword That, flesh'd in slaughter, levell'd to the dust Her. How! Soh. The Roman camp Protects her guilt. Her. A potion to revive The flames of love! Did e'er my passion need The wicked pow'r of art to make it glow? [To MAR. O'erwhelm'd with blank confusion ! Mar. Must a dream, The transient image of a troubled thought, Sam. Arsinoe gave This precious token of your future grace. You gave me on your birth-day. Her. To be made The lure of death-O foul ! Mar. Arsinoe's false; Send, intercept her flight; let her confront Her. My guards !-secure [To the captain of the guard. That wicked woman with a double guardSeize her, I say! Mar. Friend, tremble not to obey Of moving pity, to retard my doom; I weep not for myself, nor wish to ward Her. And lov'd too well! May all who hate me love as much as I, Mar. When I'm dead, O, let the stream of dear affection flow, But may my memory his soul inspire Quick to the heart of hell. Who gave the drugs Greatly to act, or suffer in her cause: That poison'd Hazeroth? Sam. Arsinoe said And think the debt which death is sure to claim, A tribute due to virtue, and to fame. [Exeunt. ACT V. Whose limbs, extended on the rack, endure Phe. Sir, let her crime Erase the faithful characters, which love Imprinted on your heart. Her. Alas! the pain We feel, whene'er we dispossess the soul Phe. With reason quell That haughty passion; treat it as your slave: Resume the monarch. Her. Where's the monarch now?The vulgar call us gods, and fondly think That kings are cast in more than mortal molds: Alas! they little know that when the mind Is cloy'd with pomp, our taste is pall'd to joy; But grows more sensible of grief or pain. The stupid peasant with as quick a sense, Enjoys the fragrance of a rose, as I: And his rough hand is proof against the thorn, Which, rankling in my tender skin, would seem A viper's tooth. O blissful poverty! Nature, too partial, to thy lot assigns : Health, freedom, innocence, and downy peace, Secure from pois'nous drugs; but now my wife!— SCENE II. The High-Priest enters. Her. At this late hour, When only discontented spectres roam, In moon-light walks; or yet more anxious men, With pangs of agonizing passion torn, Accuse their stars, and with their sorrows make O'er Palestine the blackest veil of woe, Her. Have you not heard her crime? High-Pr. My liege! Her gentle goodness ne'er could break the band Of nature, and the stronger ties of love. Her. Thirst for her husband's blood !-A lioness Is kinder to her mate. High-Pr. It cannot be : Some wretch hath sold his mercenary soul, T'accuse her without cause. Her. Is all our court Combin❜d in perjury? They all condemn High-Pr. Their tongues are tun'd Th' imposture in disguise. Let not your heart, Her. Did she request Admittance to me? High-Pr. Yes; with such an air As new-born innocence, could shine so clear This pledge of fond affection to the king: [HEROD takes the bracelet. Her. The time hath been, I'd not have seen my Mariamne drop One precious tear, for all the radiant mines The womb of earth contains; but now her heart Is chang'd, and so must mine!-Yet if she craves To see me now, give orders; let the guard Conduct her to me. [Exeunt HER. and PHER. High-Pr. Now, with speedy flight, Descend, celestial ministers of peace, Who kindle virtuous ardours, and preside O'er nuptial vows; aid with auspicious zeal, The first reunion of those royal hearts; And never from your sacred charge remove, 'Till death's commission'd to divide their love! Sal. What may'st thou mean? Sam. Th' high-priest hath won the king To see the queen to-night. Soh. Impossible! To hell! poor tim'rous wretch, and tell the devil [In the struggle SAMEAS wrests the dagger out of SOHEMUS's hand; and, in fasting backward, he strikes it into SALOME'S bo som, and dies. Soh. Princess ador'd and lov'd! oh, speak! Save me, O Sohemus, from that black troop. A fiery whirlwind bears me from thy arms SCENE V. [She dies. Enter HEROD and PHERORAS, with attendants. Her. What hideous sound of shrieks and dying groans Echo'd from hence, as if by violence [Pointing to SAMEAS's body, Her. O Salome ! The jarring elements which compos'd thy frame, Her. O, Sohemus! A thrilling horror freezeth every vein, While I review the precipice of fate, eye Sam. But now I met him speeding cross the Where late I stood perplex'd; but one step more court; VOL. 11. Had plunged me in the abyss of endless woe, E HEROD and MARIAMNE. Her. Approach, my queen! Thou dearest miracle of nature's hand, Mar. Dare you trust Her. Thy soft innocence Was form'd to kill with darts of keen desire; thus, I'll clasp thee ever to my heaving breast! A firm eternal union of our souls! The hunted deer to harbour in his den. Her. Damp not my glowing passion with a thought Of separation! Did our dates extend To the same length the giant-race enjoy'd, Mar. In vain!-They who dissolved the first, Though sure that many smiling centuries have power To cancel this. Her. Dismiss that groundless fear: breath Of faction spoke thy virtue greatly wrong'd. Drank all that perjur'd malice could infuse. Her. That unkind reproach Mar. To yourself You owe whate'er you suffer'd; and your pain Her. No! thy fame will shine Would roll 'twixt death and us!-Oh! did thy love But equal mine, we'd each in other live So joined, that, when fate strikes, we both might I'd not survive thy doom. Her. The words are what I wish, but ill ex- By that stern look and haughty voice. Of that domestic oracle, your heart; If that resolves not the mysterious sense, Of tender love, to doom me to the sword Her. O villain! perjur'd villain! to betray Grief, horror, shame, distraction!-they besiege Fear, guilt, despair, and moon-struck phrenzy rush Combat the billows with redoubled force: Pher. Then make his blood Her. The wound admits no cure! Nor reason, nor the healing hand of time, Can bring relief: but heaven inspire my heart, Before it breaks, with new devis'd revenge, Equal to that perfidious villain's crime! Were his approaches frequent to the queen When I was absent? Pher. No; he ever stood The distant object of her hate. Her. With ease They might elude your eye; but Salome And urge this direful doom! SCENE VIII. [Exit PHER, Fla. But, sir, 'tis safer much to sheathe The sword of justice, since the destin'd blow Will chiefly wound yourself. Without your queen, Your palace, though with gay retinue throng'd, Will seem a savage desart. You must view The mother blooming in your beauteous child, Nor feel a father's joy; each object here Will rouse the sad remembrance of the bliss You once possess'd with her. How will you wish For that sweet converse, when the smiling hours Danc'd to the music of her heavenly voice, And the short years were lost in dear delight! But when her charms are silent, dismal change! Slow, sullen time on raven wings will fly, Heavy and black! around you then you'll see Your son, your nobles, and domestics chang'd: For each, as their peculiar grief shall urge, With pensive silence will upbraid the loss |