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Within us lives beyond thou readest mine, / Pania That's a black ungury! It has
Ind dost me justice now. Let me once clasp been said
That yet warm hand, and fold that throb- For ages, "That the city ne'er should yield

less heart (Embraces the body. To man, until the river grew its foe." Po this which beats so bitterly. Now, bear! Sard. I can forgive the omen, not the The body hence.

ravage. Soldier. Where?

How much is swept down of the wall? Sard. To my proper chamber.

Officer. About
Place it beneath my canopy, as though some twenty stadii.
Che king lay there: when this is done, we will Sard. And all this is left
Speak further of the rites due to such ashes. Pervious to the assailants ?

(Eseunt Soldiers with the body of Officer. For the present
Salemenes.

The river's fury must impede the assanlt,

But when he shrinks into his wonted channel, Enter Pania.

And may be cross'd by the accustomid Sard. Well, Pania! have you placed the barks, guards, and issued

The palace is their own. l'he orders fix'd on?

Sard. That shall be never, Pania. Sire, I have obey'd,

Though men, and gods, and elements, and Sard. And do the soldiers keep their

omens, hearts up?

Have risen up 'gainst onc who ne'er proPania. Sire ?

voked them, Sard. I'm answer'd! When a king asks My fathers' house shall never be a cave twice, and has

For wolves to horde and howl in. A question as an answer to his question, Pania. With your sanction It is a portent. What, they are dishearten’d? I will proceed to the spot, and take such Pania. The death of Salemenes, and

measures the shouts

For the assurance of the vacant space of the exulting rebels on his fall,

As time and means permit. Have made them

Sard. About it straight, Sard. Rage-nat droop-it should have And bring me back, as speedily as full been.

And fair investigation may permit, We'll find the means to rouse them. Report of the true state of this irruption Pania. Such a loss

Of waters. Might sadden even a victory.

(Ercunt Pania and the Officer. Sard. Alas!

Myrrha. Thus the very waves rise up Who can so feel it as I feel ? but yet, Against you. Though coop'd within these walls, they are Sard. They are not my subjects, girl, strong, and we

| And may be pardon'd, since they can't be Have those without will break their way punishd. through hosts,

Myrrha. I joy to see this portent shakes To make their sovereign's dwelling what you not. it was

Sard. I am past the fear of portents : A palace; not a prison nor a fortress.

they can tell me

Nothing I have not told myself since midEnter an Officer, hastily.

night: Sard. Thy face seems ominous. Speak! Despair anticipates such things. Officer. I dare not.

Myrrha. Despair! Sard. Dare not?

Sard. No; not despair precisely. When While millions dare revolt with sword in

we know hand!

All that can come, and how to meet it, our That's strange. I pray thee break that Resolves, if firm, may merit a more noble loyal silence

Word than this is to give it utterance. Which loathes to shock its sovereign; we But what are words to us? we have well can hear

nigh done Worse than thou hast to tell.

With them and all things. Pania. Proceed, thou hearest.

Myrrha. Save one deed - the last Officer. The wall which skirted near And greatest to all mortals; crowning-act the river's brink

Of all that was-or is-or is to be Is thrown down by the sudden inundation The only thing common to all mankind, of the Eaphrates, which now rolling, swoln so different in their births, tongues, sexes, From the enormous mountains where it rises,

natures, By the late raios of that tempestuous region, Hues, features, climes, times, feelings, D'erfloods its banks, and hath destroy'd the

intellects, bulwark.

| Without one point of union save in this,

THAL

To which we tend , for which we're born, Faggots, pine-nuts, and wither'd leaves, and thread

and such The labyrinth of mystery, call'd life. Things as catch fire and blaze with one Sard. Our clew being well nigh wonnd

sole spark; out, let's be cheerful,

| Pring cedar, too, and precious drugs, and They who have nothing more to fear may

spices, well

And mighty planks, to nourish a tall pile; Indulge a smile at that which once appallid; | Bring frankincense and myrrh, too, for it is As children at discover'd bugbears. For a great sacrifice I build the pyre;

And heap them round yon throne.
Re-enter Pania.

Pania. My lord !
Pania. "Tis

Sard. I have said it,
As was reported : I have order'd there And you have sworn.
A double guard, withdrawing from the wall Pania. And could keep my faith
Where it was strongest the required addition Without a vow.

Erit Pania. To watch the breach occasion'd by the Myrrha. What mean you ? waters.

Sard. You shall know Sard. You have done your duty faith- Anon – what the whole earth shall ne'er fully and as

forget. My worthy Pania! further ties between us Draw near a close. I pray you take this key:

Pania, returning with a Herald.

(Gives a key. | Pania. My king, in going forth upon It opens to a secret chamber, placed

my duty, Behind the couch in my own chamber (now This herald has been brought before me, Press'd by a nobler weight than e'er it bore

craving Though a long line of sovereigns have lain An audience. down

Sard. Let him speak. Along its golden frame-as bearing for Merald. The King Arbaces-A time what late was Salemenes); search Sard. What, crown'd already ?-But, The secret covert to which this will lead you; } proceed. 'Tis full of treasure; take it for yourself Herald. Beleses, And your companions: there's enough to The anointed high-priestload ye,

Sard. Of what god, or demon? Thuugh ye be many. Let the slaves be With new kings rise new altars. But,proceed; freed, too;

You are sent to prate your master's will, And all the inmates of the palace, of

and not Whatever sex, now quit it in an hour. Reply to mine. Thence launch the regal barks, once form'd Herald. And Satrap Ofratanesfor pleasure,

Sard. Why, he is ours. And now to serve for safety, and embark. Herald (showing a ring). Be sure that The river 's broad and swoln, and uncom

he is now manded

In the camp of the conquerors; behold (More potent than a king) by these besiegers. His signet-ring. Èly! and be happy!

Sard. 'Tis his. A worthy triad! Pania. Under your protection! | Poor Salemenes ! thou hast died in time So you accompany your faithful guard. To see oue treachery the less: this man Sard. No, Pania! that must not be; get Was thy true friend and my most trusted thee hence,

subject. And leave me to my fate.

Proceed ! Pania. 'Tis the first time

Herald. They offer thee thy life, and I ever disobey'd: but now

freedom Sard. So all men

Of choice to single out a residence Dare beard me now, and Insolence within In any of the further provinces, Apes Treason from without ? Question no Guarded and watch'd, but not confined in further;

person, 'Tis my command, my last command. Wilt Where thou shalt pass thy days in peace ; thou

but on Oppose it? thou!

Condition that the three young princes are Pania. But yet -- not yet.

Given up as hostages. Sard. Well, then.

Sard. (ironically). The generous victors! Swear that you will obey when I shall give Ilerald. I wait the answer. The signal.

Sard. Answer? slave! How long. Pania. With a heavy but true heart, Have slaves decided on the doom of kings! I promise.

Herald. Since they were free. Sard. "Tis enough. Now order here Sard. Mouthpiece of mutiny!

not

Thou at the least shalt learn the penalty And tell him, ere a year exptre, I summon
Of treason, though its proxy only. Pania! Him hence to meet me.
Let his head be thrown from our walls within Herald. Where?
The rebels' lines, his carcass down the river. Sard. At Babylon.
Away with him!

At least from thence he will depart to ' {Pania and the Guards seizing him.

meet me. Pania. I never yet obey'd

Herald. I shall obey you to the letter. Your orders with more pleasure than the

(Erit Herald present.

Sard. Pania ! Hence with him,soldiers ! do not boil this hall Now, my good Pania!-- quick! with what Of royalty with treasonable gore,

I order'd. Put him to rest without.

Pania. My lord, -the soldiers are already Herald. A single word:

charged. My office, king, is sacred.

And, see! they enter. Sard. And what 's mine?

[Soldiers enter, and form a Pile about That thou shouldst come and dare to ask

the Throne. of me

Sard. Higher, my good soldiers, To lay it down?

And thicker yet; and see that the foundation Herald. I but obey'd my orders,

Be such as will not speedily exhaust At the same peril if refused, as now

Its own too subtle flame; nor yet be quench'd Incurrd by my obedience.

With aught officious aid would bring to Sard. So, there are

quell it. New monarchs of an hour's growth as Let the throne form the core of it; I would

despotic As sovereigns swathed in purple, and cn- Leave that, save fraught with fire anthroned

quenchable, From birth to manhood!

To the new comers. Frame the whole as if Herald. My life waits your breath. Twere to enkindle the strong tower of our Yours (I speak humbly) - but it may be- Inveterate enemies. Now it bears an aspect! yours

How say you, Pania, will this pile suffice May also be in danger scarce less imminent: For a king's obsequies? Would it then suit the last hours of a line Pania. Ay, for a kingdom's. . Such as is that of Nimrod, to destroy I understand you now. A peaceful herald, unarm’d, in his office; Sard. And blame me? And violate not only all that man

Pania. NoHolds sacred between man and man-but that Let me but fire the pile and share it with you, More holy tie which links us with the gods? Myrrha. That duty 's mine. Sard. He's right.-Let him go free. - 1 Pania. A woman's ! My life's last act

Myrrha. "Tis the soldier's
Shall not be one of wrath. Here, fellow, take Part to die for his sovereign, and why not

[Gives him a golden cup from a The woman's with her lover?
table near.

Pania. 'Tis most strange!
This golden goblet, let it hold your wine, Myrrha. But not so rare, my Pania, as
And think of me; or melt it into ingots,

thou think'st it. And think of nothing but their weight and In the mean time, live thou.-Farewell! value.

the pile Herald. I thank you doubly for my life, Is ready. and this

Pania. I should shame to leave my Most gorgeous gift, which renders it more sovereign precious.

With but a single female to partake But must I bear no answer ?

His death. Sard. Yes,-I ask

Sard. Too many far have heralded An hour's truce to consider.

Me to the dust already. Get thee hence; Herald. But an hour's ?

Enrich thee.
Sard. An hour's: if at the expiration of Pania. And live wretched !
That time your masters hear no further Sard. Think upon
from me,

Thy vow ;-'tis sacred and irrevocable.
They are to deem that I reject their terms, Pania. Since it is so, farewell.
And act befittingly.

Sard. Search well my chamber, Herald. I shall not fail

Feel no remorse at bearing off the gold; To be a faithful legate of your pleasure. Remember, what you leave you leave the Sard. And, hark! a word more.

slaves Herald. I shall not forget it,

Who slew me: and when you have borne Whate'er it be.

away Sard. Comincnd mc to Beleses; | All safe off to your boats, blow one long blast

Upon the trumpet as you quit the palace. In which they would have revellid, I bear The river's brink is too remote, its stream

with me Too loud at present to permit the echo To you in that absorbing element, To reach distinctly from its bank. Then | Which most personifies the soul as leaving fly,

The least of matter unconsumed before And as you sail, turn back; but still keep on Its fiery workings:-and the light of this Your way along the Euphrates: if you reach Most royal of funereal pyres shall be The land of Paphlagonia, where the queen Not a mere pillar form'd of cloud and Name, Is safe with my three sons in Cotta's court. A beacon in the horizon for a day, Say what you saw at parting, and request And then à mount of ashes, but a light That she remember what I said at one To lesson ages, rebel nations, and Parting more mournful still.

Voluptuous princes. Time shall quench Pania. That royal hand!

full many Let me then once more press it to my lips; A people's records, and a hero's acts; And these poor soldiers who throng round Sweep empire after empire, like this first you, and

Of empires, into nothing; but even then Would fain die with you!

Shall spare this deed of mine, and hold [The Soldiers and Pania throng round

it up him, kissing his hand and the hem A problem few dare imitate, and none of his robe.

Despise--but, it may be, avoid the life Sard. My best! my last friends! Which led to such a consummation. Let's not unman each other- part at once: All farewells should be sudden, when for

MYRRHA returns with a lighted Torch in one ever,

Hand, and a Cup in the other. Else they make an eternity of moments, Myrrha. Lo!. And clog the last sad sands of life with I've lit the lamp which lights us to the stars. tears.

Sard. And the cup? Hence, and be happy : trust me, I am not Myrrha. Tis my country's custom to Now to be pitied; or far more for what Make a libation to the gods. Is past than prosent;-for the future, 'tis | Sard. And mine In the hands of the deities, if such

To make libations amongst men. I've not There be: I shall know soon. Farewell - Forgot the custom; and although alone, farewell.

Will drain one draught in memory of many (Exeunt Pania and the Soldiers. A joyous banquet past. Myrrha. These men were honest: it is [Sardanapalus takes the cup, and after comfort still

drinking and tinkling ihe reversed That our last looks shall be on loving faces.

cup, as a drop falls, erclaimsSard. And lovely ones, my beautiful! And this libation but hear me!

18 for the excellent Beleses. If at this moment, for we now are on Myrrha. Why The brink, thou feelst an inward shrinking Dweils thy mind rather upon that man's name from

Than on his mate's in villany? This leap through flame into the future, Sard. The other say it:

Is a mere soldier, a mere tool, a kind I shall not love thee less; nay, perhaps more, or human sword in a friend's hand; the For yielding to thy nature; and there's time

other Yet for thee to escape hence.

Is master-mover of his warlike puppet : Myrrha. Shall I light

But I dismiss them from my mind.-Ya One of the torches which lie heap'd beneath

pause, The ever-burning lamp that burns without, My Myrrba! dost thou truly follow me, Before Baal's shrine, in the adjoining hall? Freely and fearlessly?

Sard. Do so. Is that thy answer? Myrrha. And dost thou think
Myrrha. Thou shalt see. Exit Myrrha. A Greek girl dare not do for love, that which
Sard. (solus) She's firm. My fathers ! An Indian widow braves for custom?
whom I will rejoin,

Sard. Then
It may be, purified by death from some We but await the signal.
of the gross stains of too material being, Myrrha. It is long
I would not leave your ancient first abode In sounding.
To the defilement of usurping bondmen; Sard. Now, farewell; one last embrace.
If I have not kept your inheritance

Myrrha. Embrace, but not the last; As ye bequeath'd it, this bright part of it,

there is one more. Your treasure, your abode, your sacred Sard. True, the commingling fire will relics

mix our ashes. Of arms, and records, monuments, and Myrrha. And pure as is my love to thee, spoils,

shall they,

urged from the dross of earth, and earthly And loveliest spot of earth! farewell lonia! passion,

Be thou still free and beantiful, and far lix pale with thine. A single thought | Aloof from desolation! My last prayer yet irks me

Was for thee, my last thoughts, save onc, Sard. Say it.

were of thee! Myrrha. It is that no kind hand will Sard. And that ? gather

Myrrha. Is yours. The dust of both into one urn.

[The trumpet of Pania sounds without. Sard. The better:

Sard. Hark! lather let them be borne abroad upon Myrrha. Now! 'he winds of heaven, and scatter'd into air, Sard. Adieu, Assyria! 'ban be polluted more by human hands I loved thee well, my own, my fathers' land, of slaves and traitors; in this blazing And better as my country than my kingdom. palace,

I satiated thee with peace and joys; and this ind its enormous walls of reeking ruin, Is my reward! and now I owe thee nothing, fe leave a nobler monument than Egypt Not even a grave. (He mounts the pile. lath piled in her brick-mountains, o'er

Now, Myrrha ! dead kings,

Myrrha. Art thou ready? Ir kine, for none know whether those Sard. As the torch in thy grasp. proud piles

(Myrrha fires the pile. le for their monarch, or their ox-god Apis : Myrrha. 'T'is fired! I come. lo much for monuments that have forgotten [As Myrrha springs forward to throw Their very record!

herself into the flames, the Curtain Myrrha. Then farewell, thou earth!

falls.

W E R N ER,

A TRAGED Y.

то

| But I have generally found that those who THE ILLUSTRIOUS GÖTIE had read it, agreed with me in their estiBY ONE OF HIS HUMBLEST ADMIRERS THIS

mate of the singular power of mind and TRAGEDY IS DEDICATED.

conception which it developes. I should also add conception, rather than execution; for the story might, perhaps, have been

more developed with greater advantage. PRE FACE.

Amongst those whose opinions agreed with

mine upon this story, I could mention some The following drama is taken entirely very high names; but it is not necessary, from the “Gernian's Tale, Kruitzner,” nor indeed of any use; for every one must published many years ago in Lee's Can-judge according to their own feelings. I terbury Tales ; * written (I believe) by two merely refer the reader to the original story, sisters, of whom one furnished only this that he may see to what extent I have borstory and another, both of which are con- rowed from it; and am not unwilling that sidered superior to the remainder of the he should find much greater pleasure in collection. I have adopted the characters, perusing it than the drama which is founded plan, and even the language, of many upon its contents. parts of this story. Some of the characters I had begun a drama upon this tale so are modified or altered, a few of the names far back as 1815 (the first I ever attempted, changed, and one character (Ida of Stra- except one at thirteen years old, called lenheim) added by myself: but in the rest “Ulric and Ilvina," which I had sense enough the original is chiefly followed. When I to burn), and had nearly completed an act, Was young (about fourteen, I think) I first when I was interrupted by circumstances. read this tale, which made a deep impres- | This is somewhere amongst my papers in sion upon me; and may, indeed, be said England; but as it has not been found, I to contain the germ of much that I have have re-written the first, and added the since written. I am not gure that it ever subsequent acts. Was very popular; or at any rate its popu- The whole is neither intended, nor in larity has since been eclipsed by that of any shape adapted, for the stage. other great writers in the same department. I february, 1822.

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